Recollection

You honestly think you can be a model for Advil.

It’d be so easy too; Your back hurts like a motherfucker, it hurts to open your eyes, and your head feels like it got run over by a truck, then having said truck double down on it and run you over in reverse. It doesn’t even feel like you got any sleep either, and the pillow you’re resting your head on is way too damn hard.

And you were not appreciating how happy the sun is today, shining its stupid light at you.

You take a deep breath and give your arms a good stretch. Your neck gets a nice ol’ crack, and you feel bliss for a good second. Until you open your eyes, and immediate regret settles in as the glare of the sun is beaming down straight at your head.

Can you shoot the sun? Is that a thing you can do? Or, you know, hope that it gets all gloomy and starts raining. That’ll show it not to mess with you today.

You slowly open your eyes again, covering the light with a hand to take in your surroundings. And you won’t lie, not a single thing inside of this room is familiar to you.

Where the fuck are you?

A curse slips out of your lips as your back cracks mid-stretch, and you crane your neck to figure out what the hell sort of mattress gave you an even worse morning than it already is. And lo and behold, it was a chair. Made of wood.

Fan-fucking-tastic. No, really it was great—no idea where you are and a shitty chair as a bed.

Definitely gonna need that Advil soon.

Your body is literally screaming for it, dying to get something to get rid of the pain yet you can’t even get up. You return to slumping back into this god awful chair trying to get comfortable.

Obviously, it doesn’t work out.

So you look around. To your left, it’s a wall. Good start. You look to your right, and you spot a bed. A big, fluffy, lovingly beautiful bed that looks extremely good to get on top of and simply lay there to wallow in your misery. The pillows look so enticing too, like it would wrap your head in a gentle embrace when you lay upon them.

You’d love to do exactly that, but someone’s already beat you to it. Enjoying the soft cushion of the bed and the pillow, the ones that you should rightfully have due to being completely fucking hungover. All you can manage to see is her hair sprawled over her back and her shoulders peeking over her top.

You almost missed her at first glance; She almost looks one with the bed considering that she’s wearing all white and the only thing sticking out was her black hair and your suit jacket over her.

Wait, your jacket?

Who the fuck is she?

Okay, the need to un-fuck your head from this migriane just grew higher because you need to figure out what the hell is going on.

You wake up in what most likely is a hotel room somewhere with a woman sleeping on the bed while you’re on the chair with a killer headache because of said chair along with alcohol. You wonder why you couldn’t have just slept next to her but that would’ve been an awkward way to wake up.

Especially if you two were naked.

The bed would’ve been worth it though. Anything to not be sleeping in the way of the sun and having a sore everything. You would’ve preferred a rude awakening than a rough one if it meant it got rid of this goddamn migraine.

You manage to grab the closest pillow and use it as a nice warm headrest for yourself instead of this god awful chair past you decided to sleep on. You sigh and close your eyes, giving yourself a proper pillow this time as you try to remember what exactly you did to end up here.

That begs the question—

What the fuck did you do?

—

“How about her? She looks like your type.”

“Haewon, I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”

Not even an hour in the party and you already regret going. You were honestly hoping that it stuck to its script. Reunion party five years after graduating, a chance to mingle with old friends, catch up with the latest gossip, the works. And it was nice to see them all, finding out how life has treated them. Or not.

You don’t judge. Life’s been a rollercoaster for you too.

It’s a simple affair, classy, elegant, all that jazz. It was all so formal. Until someone said that there was an open bar and suddenly everyone’s got alcohol in their hands.

Now when Haewon is given a combination of rum, soda, and lime, otherwise known as the beautiful concoction one may call a mojito, you’re usually gonna have a headache at the end of the night.

It doesn’t help that she’s been on this whole schtick for weeks on end. And knowing that this party was gonna have people coming in droves she might as well hit two birds with one stone. Get you a girlfriend, and get wasted doing it.

“Bullshit you’re not.” And she always was one for dramatics when she’s had alcohol in her system. “The last girlfriend you had was what, three years ago?”

“Two and a half,” you correct. “It’s not even that long.”

“That’s longer than your cock.” That headache’s coming in real fast if she keeps this up. “I’m just trying to help you get your dick wet.”

“Oh my god, Haewon please–” People were staring, and it was generally not a good sign when they did. “Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

She sighs, raises her glass up in the air as an ‘apology’ of sorts—whatever the fuck that even means—and speaks in a quieter tone. “How about this,” she starts, taking another sip of her drink. “You go out there and talk to one girl that’s not me–” Well there goes that loophole. “And you see where it goes.”

“…That’s it?” You narrow your eyes. There was always something else with her whenever these negotiations of hers comes along. “I don’t need to go home with her, get her number, anything?”

“Nope. Just talk to someone. Anyone that you haven’t met yet.” And there it is. The rules of the game further expand. “The only people you’ve talked to here are me, some of your guy friends from that stupid club you were in, and the bartender,” she continues. “And he doesn’t count since you only asked for a drink.”

“Why are you so hung up on this?” You shake your head, leaning back against the chair. “You’ve been on my ass about this for weeks now. And it’s not like I’m missing out on anything big.”

“You’re missing out on a lot, really,” she snaps back, the smirk on her face really starting to annoy you, until it softens to a smile. “You’ve been coasting since the break up. The literal definition of eat, sleep, work and repeat. It’s like you don’t do anything else.”

“I have hobbies,” you defend, but she didn’t seem to hear it. Or chose to ignore it.

“And besides, it’s been three years.” You’re almost tempted to correct her again if not for how serious she is about this. “You gotta live a little, you know. Explore and all that.”

“What are you, my mom?” As much shit Haewon does give you she does it in good faith. You think. She just tends to do it in the most obnoxious ways possible, especially when she’s had some alcohol in her system.

“Ew, no,” she snorts, rolling her eyes at you. “Look, just try it out. And I swear I’ll get off your ass about it.”

“Yeah?” You can’t believe you’re agreeing to this stupid little bet, deal, whatever the hell this is that she’s trying to do for you. But if this is the only way to get her to shut up is to say yes (like it always is) then you might as well follow her advice for the umpteenth time. Besides, she does have a point. You have been doing the bare minimum in terms of your social life.

And a party’s always the best time to make new friends. Plus it sounded easy enough.

Just one.

You’ll give her shit one last time though. Just for good measure.

“The last time you said that–”

“Yes, yes, the last time I said it it didn’t go well for the both of us,” she cuts you off, running a hand through her hair and looking away with a sigh. “But there isn’t a jukebox to screw us over.”

“And whose fault was that?” you smirk, the memory clear as day. “We had to help old man Park for a good week.”

“Don’t remind me.” She rubs her forehead in annoyance. “Forget about that, will you please go talk to someone?”

“Fine, fine.” You take one last swig of your drink and stand up. “You gonna be ok on your own?”

“Sullyoon and Lily are around. I can hang with them,” she replies, returning to her drink. Probably to finish the glass before going to find her friends. “Now shoo. I’ll be watching.” She points her fingers at her eyes then points it at you. A gesture you respond with a roll of your eyes and a wave before heading off to…

Crap, where the hell do you even start?

You give the room a quick once over, and you have a few options that you can probably try your hand on.

A group laughing at some joke one of them made. Looks a bit too rowdy for your social battery.

Nope.

A pair sitting by one of the tables—they look like they’re about to get cozy. Being a third wheel didn’t sound enticing in the slightest.

Pass.

A guy standing in the corner scrolling on his phone. That’s a mayb–and he was waiting for someone.

There goes that.

Maybe this was a bit harder than you thought.

Haewon must’ve been laughing her ass off by now if she saw you looking like a lost puppy. Until a lone woman by the bar caught your eye that you thought, hey, maybe you do have a chance at this after all.

She almost looked bored, swirling the drink in her hand, her other one propping her chin up as she looked around. You walk closer and you start to notice how nice she’s all dressed up. Dark hair that stood out from the white ensemble she has on. White tank top, white maxi skirt, coupled with a western looking belt and she’s… wow.

Screw nice, she looked gorgeous.

And that alone was enough for you to re-think your decision to talk to her.

Fuck.

But your legs kept moving anyway. Closer and closer to the bar, making excuses in your head that you’re here for another drink and not for Haewon’s stupid idea. It’s why you’re suddenly ordering another glass of rum and taking a seat right next to her.

Definitely just here for a drink.

She meets your eye for a moment when you get comfortable on the seat before she returns to her drink. Not the coldest, yet not the most inviting. You can work with that.

God you wish Haewon was here to help. Talking already wasn’t your strong suite, add a pretty woman to that and you might as well be one with the wall.

Your drink comes before the courage to speak up, and the glass meets your mouth, the liquid burning your throat. Good time as any to bite the bullet, so you ask:

“So what’s your poison for the night?”

The feeling of being ignored was making you nervous, though it immediately gave way to relief when she turns her head.

“Wine,” she says, giving her glass a quick twirl. “Not much of a drinker. You?”

You nod, leaning an elbow on the counter. “Rum. A friend’s got me stressing out and this seemed like a good idea to get rid of the headache.”

“And now what,” she laughs, and boy you want to make that a ringtone. “You’re hiding from them?”

“More like I need a break,” you chuckle. “She’s a bit much, if you know what I mean.”

“Tell me about it,” she agrees, taking a sip from her drink. “My friends were trying to get me into their drinking game. And I do not want to have a massive hangover tomorrow.”

“And you figured the bar is the best place to hang out?” You can’t help but smile. “You know, the place where you can get alcohol in a second?”

She grins. “Least I can control how much I can drink.”

“Fair enough.” You raise your glass in mock salute. “Moderation is the key and all that fancy stuff.”

“And watching them be drunk messes is fun too.”

“Oh, I can imagine.” The image of a drunk Haewon fooling around is both amusing and headache inducing. You shake the thought off your mind, quickly returning your focus on the woman in front of you. A woman you don’t have a name to put on her pretty face.

“To watching our friends be a mess then, miss…” you say, tilting your glass towards her, your lips curling into a small smile. The question hangs in the air, hoping that she’ll catch on.

She chuckles, ending your dilemma with a clink of her glass against yours and an answer to the age old question of meeting new people:

A name.

“Minjeong.”

—

Water stops running from the faucet as you turn the knob off and grab the nearby towel to dry your face. Washing your face with cold water is the second best thing you can do when there aren’t any sort of painkillers. Or a medical cabinet.

You take a look at yourself through the reflection, and the feeling of shit matches the look; Your hair’s all messed up, you got puffy eyes, and you generally look like a mess. You sigh, rubbing a hand across your face, lazily hanging the towel back on the rack before trying to fix yourself up.

The pounding in your skull hasn’t gone away or lessened, but you can at least remember a few more things that happened.

Right, so—

Haewon forces you (not really, but she kinda also did) to mingle, you meet Minjeong by the bar, and you somehow get wasted, which results in you sleeping in a chair while Minjeong’s taken up residence in the bed. You’re not even sure if she got wasted too, if her words about being a lightweight were anything to go by.

You really need to do something about this hangover though. There’s probably some water in the mini fridge, if that can even help. A quick search on the phone can—

Wait, where is your phone?

You check your pockets, pat your back pockets, nothing. Not even your wallet is on your person.

Fuck hangovers, seriously. How else could you forget where you placed them. It only made your head hurt even more when the burst of panic hit you.

“There you are.”

“Jesus–” You jolt back, spinning, twirling, fuck the world is dizzy and your hands are bracing against the counter as you see two Minjeongs leaning by the doorframe, arms crossed. Two pretty women are always a nice sight to see, you suppose.

If only the world stopped spinning around for you to appreciate it. It took a moment for the two to merge into one very amused looking woman smirking right at you.

“Thought you left,” she muses, straightening up as she walks towards you. Her hair’s a mess and it honestly shouldn’t fit her, but here she is looking way too good in the morning while you’re the complete opposite of it. “But your stuff was still at the nightstand and I thought you’d be too drunk to be leaving this early.”

You wonder how much you drank last night for her to make that comment, although the hangover alone was enough for you to know that it was probably a shit ton.

“Kinda thought about it,” you admit, rubbing your head as you make room for her to use the sink. “But my head is killing me. I don’t even remember what hotel we’re in.”

“That bad, huh?” She turns on the sink and washes her face. “There’s some painkillers in my bag if you want some.”

“Didn’t know you were a girl scout,” you joke, elated at the fact that she has the cure to your problems. You could kiss her right now if you could.

That…might’ve been the hangover talking.

“I was planning to give it to Ning since she likes to drink a lot,” she says after a splash of water hits her face. “My Knight needs it more right now though.”

Her Knight? Where the hell did she get that from? What the fuck did you two do last night?

“Now get out. A girl’s freshening up and you need your meds, mister.” Another douse of water hits her face.

“Right, meds. Where’s your bag again?” You push off the counter.

“Black handbag by the nightstand.”

You utter your thanks as you stumble back out to the main room. And there it is, your key to paradise, hidden inside a simple bag that you unzip and damn she’s pretty organized.

Makeup, mirror, keys, wallet, keys, mints, how much shit can someone put in one small bag–

Pills. You quickly grab the bottle and hold onto it like it was the most important thing in your life right now. And with a cold bottle of water and two tablets later, you flop in the bed awaiting the minutes that awaited sweet, sweet relief.

Hopefully you can remember whatever else you did to end up in a room with Minjeong, because this was not how you expected waking up today, if at all. You pick up your phone from the nightstand, barely alive, and check for–oh.

10 missed calls and you don’t know how many messages from Haewon.

500 Won:
where are u
are u still alive
o there u are
shes pretty hot
go get ur dick wet
and tell me all abt it tomorrow;)
kay wtf
the hot chick has hot friends
thot u said ur done drinking
oooo hes gonna get lucky 2nite
dont forget to buy a condom!

Great, Haewon saw everything you did last night. Whatever it is that you did. You keep scrolling, eventually ending up at the last batch of her texts.

500 Won:
ok u havent been replying at ALL
where are u
seriously
pls tell me ur not dead
or that u two fucked thatd be great 2 yk
just txt back im worried

You shake your head. You can never tell with her.

You:
Alive wth a migrne
Im with Minjeong, dw

“Find it yet?”

You look up, spotting Minjeong looking a hell of a lot more awake than you are. Whether that’s because she’s a morning person or washing one’s face works better on her than you, but the small grin she sends your way is already helping make the pain go away.

“Yeah.” You nod to the bottle on the nightstand. “You’re a godsend.”

“Guess that makes us even then,” she says, gesturing you to move. You scoot over and she uses the space to sit on the bed. “Think you’re up for some food?”

“Long as you tell me how I got here,” you reply. As much as you want to go back to sleep and enjoy the bed after whatever happened last night, food inside your stomach sounded amazing. “And what do you mean by even?”

She smirks. “You got in a drinking match with my friends. All in my honor.”

“That explains the hangover,” you groan, palming your face. You glance at Minjeong, hands on the telephone and pressing down on the dialpad. “But why’d you bring me to your hotel room?”

“I’ll tell you over breakfast.” The phone’s on her ear.

“So, are you a waffles or pancake type of guy?”

—

“–Yes!”

When Minjeong said her friends were massive drunkards, you thought she was exaggerating. Or at the very least, could handle their liquor as much as they could consume it.

Turns out, they are massive drunkards that got wasted far faster than you thought they did, and you’re pretty sure that they’re all worse than Haewon. At least, Yizhuo and Aeri were.

You can understand why Minjeong prefers to drink light now because if you had to deal with this every time alcohol was involved, your liver would be screaming about bloody murder.

And now that they’ve found her and by extension, you, talking by the bar for who knows how long (time really does fly by when you’re with someone you like), their drinking game received another participant.

You’re not even sure why you decided to take the fall for Minjeong. To make new friends, impress her, get rid of any more nerves left in your body—could’ve been one, could’ve been all of them.

The things you do to meet new people. You just hope it’s worth it.

You only hoped that Haewon didn’t see this. Or God forbid record any of it. You’ll never live it down.

Now you’re how many shots down (seven, plus the two glasses you’ve drank since you got here) while you’re up against their ‘best’ drinker, who’s already shit faced when she challenged Minjeong to a one-on-one, that quickly changed to becoming you as her opponent.

You were already buzzed anyway, you say. You didn’t want to have everyone drunk, you say. The entire bottle of whatever the fuck it is you drank—apparently the hardest alcohol that the bar has—makes you regret being so nice.

At least Minjeong’s safe from having a migraine tomorrow.

“O-one more,” Yizhuo slurs, slamming the glass down on the counter. “Lemme…lemme beat this guy–”

“I think we’ve had enough,” you mutter, moving to pick up the half empty bottle, only to be swept away by Aeri’s hands.

“One more, coming right up!” She’s pouring another shot to both of your glasses. Fucking hell these women were insane. And cheaters too, when you spot Yizhuo’s glass contain a lot less alcohol than yours.

You groan, leaning back in your chair as you glance at Minjeong, who gives an apologetic look. Jimin’s right beside her, chuckling at the entire thing. Haewon would fucking love these two, and you wish she was the one drinking all this poison instead.

Actually, if Haewon was here with you, you’d probably be in a worse state than you are now. You just know that she’ll be as competitive as Yizhuo is, and you’re not exactly sure who’ll be at the top.

Definitely not you, that woman knows how to drink.

“You got this.” Minjeong gives you a smile and a thumbs up, a gesture that Jimin follows with a nod.

You shake your head at her, almost pleading with her to tell them to stop. Your head is swimming, the world is spinning, and you don’t know if you’ll be able to go home at this rate. You don’t even know if Haewon already left you here.

“Come on,” Yizhuo says, picking up her glass and tipping it towards you. “Drink. Or are you a…are you a pussy?”

The male ego sure is a fickle thing.

“Fine.” You pick up your glass. “Let’s see you keep up then.”

Your head got a lot larger hearing Minjeong laugh at that.

Next thing you know the entire bottle’s gone, Yizhuo’s drunkenly patting you on the back and considering you a worthy opponent for the future (you’re never doing this again), and you’re staring at the ceiling contemplating recent life decisions. The world’s gone fuzzy, and you’re pretty sure you’ll be knocking yourself out soon. If you don’t get the urge to throw up first.

Minjeong’s face fills your view, and your thoughts are filled with how utterly beautiful she looks. You’re damn sure it’s the alcohol talking now, but the way her hair frames her face so perfectly, strands of them brushing her cheeks, how she looks at you all happy like that, and the smile on her lips is—they look very kissable—

“You okay?” Minjeong asks, waving her hands over your face.

You let out a garbled mess that tells her that you are in fact, not okay. It’s a response that gets her giggling, and you can barely hear her talk to something else, probably to Aeri. Or Jimin. It’s not gonna be Yizhuo, considering you just drank her under the table.

Or at least beat her in the game cause you are absolutely shit-faced too.

She says something your brain can’t keep up with as she helps you get up, draping your arm over her shoulder.

“W-what?” You stumble forward, following her lead.

“I said I’m taking you back to my room,” she repeats, placing a hand on your chest to steady you. “We’ll take Jimin’s car back.”

You wanted to tell her that Haewon can help take you home, but you don’t even know if she already left first since you’ve been with them for…fuck, you don’t know. Hours? You should probably message her that you’re still with Minjeong.

Attempts to tell her were done. Slurring that it’s okay, you can have a friend help you out, you don’t want to be a bother, all those excuses. Except you don’t know if she understood a word you said when her laughter is the only response you get.

“Great,” she snorts. “My Knight can’t even talk properly.”

“A wha?”

“A knight,” she clarifies, opening a door that leads you both outside.

“Oh.” What the fuck are you supposed to say to that? “You’re a–a princess now?”

“Am I not?” Her eyebrow raises.

“Yo–you’re more prince, kinda.” You shrug.

“Kinda?” she smiles. “A prince still needs a knight to protect her, you know.”

“It helps that the knight thinks the prince is cute.” The admission earns you a nudge, and you could’ve been seeing things but the blush on her face was pretty adorable. And the smile too. You couldn’t tell when she looks away to wave at a car coming to a halt in front of you.

“Here’s our ride,” she says, opening the back door where Yizhuo’s already sleeping by the other side. “Try not to puke anywhere, please?”

You nod as Minjeong helps you inside, following behind you as she closes the door. “T-thanks.”

“Thank me when you’re still alive tomorrow,” she teases, before pulling your head over to rest on her shoulder. “Take a nap, I’ll wake you up.”

You hum, knowing that being taken by four women you just met to a place you have zero idea where it is while being drunk as hell was not the best of ideas, but the smell of peaches and irises lulls you into sleep’s soft embrace.

The last thing you heard before you closed your eyes was Jimin asking Minjeong if you were alright. Aeri was the complete opposite, teasing Minjeong about you.

You really should’ve messaged Haewon in case this was a kidnapping.

It’ll be fine. Probably.

—

“–then I brought you here,” she finishes, taking a sip of water. She filled you in on whatever else you forgot (pretty much all of it when the drinks started coming) while you two ate breakfast. “I was gonna have you sleep on the bed but you were pretty adamant on using the chair.”

“I guess drunk me is a glutton for punishment,” you sigh, stabbing into the last piece of your pancake. You’ll need to pay her back for this.

“I tried to get you on the bed, really. But you were a bit too heavy for me to get up.” She gives a sheepish shrug. “Guess Jimin had to crash with the other two for nothing. I’ll have to apologize to her later.”

“I’ll do it for you,” you say, shaking your head. The painkillers were doing its thing in kicking the headache out of your head, and having a full stomach helps out. Even got to swap your shoes for a pair of slippers (you still can’t believe you slept all of last night in them). “I was a bother last night. You didn’t have to drag me back to your place.”

“It’s alright,” she chuckles. “It’s kinda my fault you got drunk in the first place, this is the least I could do.”

“Thought you’d pin the blame on Yizhuo.” You smile.

“Hey, you didn’t have to join in to stop me from getting drunk.” She points her fork at you. “I could’ve handled myself just fine.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t that much of a drinker?” Last night’s a lot more clearer to you now, her grand re-telling of your antics with her group returning in full swing.

She crosses her arms. “That doesn’t mean I’m a lightweight.”

“Sure you are.” The disbelief is painted all over your face.

“Is my Knight doubting my skill to drink?” Her tilt head is insanely cute, and her smile makes it even cuter.

You lean back on your chair. “Still on that nickname, are we?”

She blinks, a light blush heating her cheeks as she giggles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, if you don’t like it–”

“It’s fine. Though…” You miss all the shots you don’t take, and the fact that she brought you all the way back to her hotel room is a good sign for you to try.

Haewon would be damn proud, you think. If only she stopped spamming your phone.

“ Your Knight would like to have your number.” Shot taken. “You know, in case you need some help again.”

Minjeong opens her mouth. Scoffs. Grins. And laughs. “Can you even save my number?”

You glance back at the nightstand, your phone connected to the charger. Right. Died right before room service came to deliver your breakfast. You should’ve just turned it off when your phone started pinging non-stop after your reply. You open your mouth in silence, closing it and nodding. She does have a point. At least you trie—

“Here,” she giggles, unlocking her phone and handing it over to you. “Save yours on mine instead.”

“Well that was a little embarrassing,” you chuckle as you take her phone, typing your number on the keypad and saving it under your name. You swear her fingers brushed yours when you handed it back, your contact being the first thing she sees as you stand up and start to clean up.

“Just a little bit,” she teases, taking a look at her phone while you pick up the plates and move it back to the tray. “I’ll send you a message.”

“I’ll be sure to save it later,” you reply, picking up the tray full of empty plates and used utensils. You hear a ring come from your phone, and you assume that’s her messaging you. “Gimme a sec to leave this outside.”

Minjeong gives you a look—smirking, as if your one action proved something to her. “You are such a knight.”

“I’m being polite,” you argue, moving to the door. You get a “Still a knight!” from her as you open the door, waving to one of the staff who was in the hallway. Handing over the utensils with your thanks, you head back inside to find Minjeong laying back on the bed.

“Jimin and the rest aren’t answering,” she says, tapping away at her phone. Her brows knitted together, lips in a thin line, hair perfectly framing her face. Even in complete focus she manages to make it look like she’s an adorable little kid. Even the little tantrum she makes when she puts her phone down. “Probably still sleeping from last night.”

“Ah yes, the alcoholics waking up late,” you laugh, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. “Shocker.”

“Hey, Jimin didn’t drink too hard last night. And you were part of the drunkards too,” she defends.

“I know. The hangover was a huge sign.” It wasn’t as much of a pain now, but the occasional throbbing in your skull is still there.

“Does it still hurt?” She moves towards you.

“Not as much as earlier.” You scoot closer. Just a little bit.

“Maybe you should lie down again.” She’s close enough to reach up to brush a stray hair from your forehead.

“I’ll be fine,” you mutter, head moving to the side. You hope the heat creeping up your cheeks isn’t you blushing.

She hums, leaning in closer. “You sure?” she asks, tilting her head to meet your eyes. “You’re looking a bit red.”

Great. “Must be the hangover.” You force out a laugh. Shit excuse, but you can work with it. It’s not like you can do anything else, not when she scoffs as if she’s seeing right through you.

Her hands stay on your cheek. “And you’re really warm.” No use in hiding it anymore, so you change tactics.

“Must be the pretty woman in front of me.” You shrug. That earns you a giggle and a little pinch of your cheek.

“You mean the beautiful prince in front of you?” she corrects, turning your head to face her. An eyebrow of hers raising, smirking, eyes glinting in this smug satisfaction.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you deny half-heartedly, glancing down at those damning lips of hers.

Both eyebrows shoot up, and she’s grinning now. “Oh so you don’t think I’m beautiful?”

“I think you’re pretty.” You lean into her hand, your own moving to rest on her waist. Even with her top she feels so soft in your hands, and you can’t stop your thumb from doing a circling motion.

“And I think you’re full of shit.” She’s moved again, right next to you now, making you wrap your hand around her waist, and it feels so right to her to be like this; Pressed up against you, lips so close to yours, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters right now.

“Really?” You scoff through your nose. It’s near impossible to not lean in when she licks her lips. Impossible now that her hand is pulling you closer still. “What’re you gonna do about it then?”

Minjeong smiles—all teeth and all heat—yet before she could do anything else, music starts blaring out of the nightstand. A tone you’re very familiar with. So much so, in fact, that you wish that you should’ve set your phone to silent and let it sit there and juice back up to full.

Amazing timing, really. Cockblocked by your own phone. And by extension your super concerned friend that will ask you all about your hangover, if you’ve taken pain meds, if you got home safe yet, if you banged the hot lady you met last night—the script’s so painfully obvious you can probably respond with all the answers and Haewon would understand in a heartbeat.

You give her a sheepish look, let out a quick apology before letting go of her and standing up to pick up your phone. The words ‘500 Won’ light up the screen, and her face that comes with it is taunting you into pressing that red button. Your thumb moves, inching closer to the green button instead, hoping that you can make it quick and potentially salvage your moment with Minjeong.

Only Minjeong takes matters into her own hands, making the decision for you by taking your phone away, ending the call before it can even begin, sets it to silent, and places it back down. You were about to open your mouth but whatever it was that you wanted to say is quickly forgotten when her lips crash into yours.

It wasn’t as slow as you expected your first kiss with her to be. You were thinking that it’d be all soft and romantic and cheesy, just like how she calls you her ‘Knight’ and you call her a ‘Prince’ as if this was some sort of rom-com. You’d be the one who would start it, somewhere with the view of a tourist spot combined with her beauty being the catalyst of it all.

Yet here you are, shoved back against the wall, her hands roaming your chest, her lips utterly devouring yours; Demanding every bit of your attention, your touch, you. It leaves you scrambling, groaning in her mouth and your hands finding solace in her waist that you manage to kiss back with the same passion she’s pouring into the kiss.

You couldn’t savor how soft her lips are when she pulls away, breathing deeply, hooded eyes looking up at yours. “Been wanting to do that since last night,” she admits, biting her lip and tightening the grip she has on your shirt.

“Me too,” you gasp, rapidly blinking at the whiplash she’s given you. One second she’s nice and shy the next she’s sucking the life out of you with only a kiss.

“Is that why you approached me?” She’s pecking your lips at each word, bringing you down with a pull of your shirt. “Cause you thought I was hot?”

“Not really,” you mumble against her lips. It wasn’t the main reason, but it was most certainly a reason. “But it definitely helped.”

She smirks and tilts her head—something that you think is a habit for her—pulling away enough to look you in the eye. “So you do think I’m hot.”

“I always thought you were hot.” You raise an eyebrow, giving her a smirk of your own. “Beautiful though…”

Minjeong groans, light punches hitting your chest. “You are so–” The adorably frustrated sound she makes only strengthens the duality this woman has.

“I’m sure I can be convinced,” you say, initiating the kiss this time. One that makes her smile, that frustration she has channelled into her desires. One that you return wholeheartedly.

She starts to walk backwards, pulling you closer, closer, until her legs hit the bed and she falls. A hand on the mattress stops you from completely trapping her between you and the bed, and even then she’s reaching up to meet you.

Your lips are locked together with hers all throughout, and it was all so her; the softness of her lips, how sensitive they seem whenever you let your tongue touch her lips. Her fervent kisses are consuming you, and you let yourself be taken away by her every movement. How the taste of the syrup from earlier gave her a light sweetness to what’s already such a delicious pair of lips.

She breaks the connection, moving lower to trail pecks down your jaw, down your neck. “Take these off,” she whispers, kissing your pulse as her hands roam all over you. From your clothed chest to your increasingly tighter pants, she was getting more and more desperate to have you.

“You know I haven’t taken a shower yet right,” you utter, barely managing to pull away from her. You don’t know what type of woman Minjeong is but you are quickly finding out that she might be insatiable. “Or brushed my teeth.”

“You are seriously killing the mood right now.” She pinches your arm before doing a move you would never expect from her—flipping you on your back and settling on top of you. Her hair falls in waves, almost obscuring your vision. All except for her. “It’s not like you puked last night. So do you want this or not?”

“More than anything, I just–” You shrug, as much as you could do in this position. “I just think we’re going a bit too fast, y’know?”

Minjeong stares, really stares at you. As if you didn’t give her the lamest excuse ever known to mankind to avoid getting laid. And to be honest, you might have the same reaction as her if you were in her place.

You can see why Haewon’s concerned with you now. You were being a fucking idiot.

“Oh my god, you’re an idiot too.” She shakes her head, laughing in disbelief. She didn’t have to hammer it home, but you do deserve it. “A girl wants to fuck you and you’re saying no?”

“No–well, kinda–” you stutter, unconsciously placing your hands on her hips. “Look, I wasn’t really expecting this to happen.”

“I don’t think anyone expects to get laid at a reunion party,” she says, leaning down enough to feel her breath. The move forces you to keep your eyes on her, and you have an inkling that no matter how much you say no, she’ll keep pushing you knowing that the bulge she’s feeling isn’t really doing you any favors.

“I mean, yeah,” you agree, glancing down at her lips. Those plush, irresistibly tempting lips that you want to have another taste of, right there in front of you. The socially anxious side of you is peeking out again when you tell her that—”We haven’t even gone on three dates yet.”

Minjeong scoffs and gives you a grin as she leans back. “We haven’t? Let’s see…” She raises a finger. “The first date was last night–” Two fingers. “The second was breakfast, and–” Three fingers. “We can count this as the third one.”

You blink. A bunch. Well, a lot, because—“I’m pretty sure that’s not how dates work, Minjeong.”

“It isn’t?” She tilts her head in mock innocence. “I wouldn’t know, it’s what Yizhuo usually tells me.”

“I’m starting to think she’s trouble,” you let out. It was getting harder to ignore how much she wants this—the roll of her hips against your own, that devouring look in her eyes—making it harder for you to pretend that you don’t want this too. “You are too.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re not exactly being subtle, Minjeong.”

“Because my Knight is being a dumbass.” She comes back down for a kiss. You’re already there, meeting her halfway. It’s so much more messier, the utter need that you’re feeding each other coming out in droves. Your hand comes up to the small of her back, and you deepen the kiss.

She responds with a delighted hum, fingers curling up in your hair, your cheek. Her lips dance with yours, the rock of her hips becoming faster. Your groan was her opening, her tongue making its way past your lips.

You’re letting her take control, just the way she seems to like it. Letting her dominate your tongue, your body, your very being. You’re completely at her mercy, letting her stake her claim on you and you’re allowing it all to happen.

She breaks the kiss to ask you one last time. One last time to back out, to make up another excuse for the both of you, to go back to being whatever it was you and Minjeong were before this. “Is that a yes now?”

You’re already in too deep, because of course it was. Yes, si, oui, whatever other language you could say that you do want this. And yet, your lust-addled brain could only come up with—

“Uh-huh.” You nod. Many times, in fact. She must think you were a kid with the way you almost go brain dead from her kisses. And the deceptively cute giggles that she lets out are not helping in that regard.

“Good.” She kisses your nose—the tease—before sliding down, lower, lower, until she’s right there, at the button of your pants. “Now let’s see if I can get rid of that hangover for you…”

There are instances in your life that your brain decides to inform you of impending doom, and this is one of them. Not because of anything that would kill you, though what she’s been doing to you is definitely up that alley.

The idea that Minjeong is about to have your dick in her mouth looking downright giddy about it is making you have thoughts that she might actually ruin any other woman out there for you. It cements itself into your brain, solidified when she unbuttons your pants, pulling the zipper down. The sound of each tooth separating so damn slow is making you anxious.

Her giggling makes it apparent that you’re not doing a good job at hiding it, making her grin. “Already so excited?” she says, already knowing the answer to the question. Hell, you can ask her the same thing and you’d both have the same answer.

She pats your thighs, silently asking you to lift your hips up. And you follow, letting her pull your pants down and away from your body. Leaving you in your boxers, your bulge very much apparent and making Minjeong nearly burst in excitement at the sight.

“You are.” She palms your cock over your underwear, rubbing it softly, slowly, torturously. She leans in close, her breath making your thighs flex. She keeps the lazy rhythm for a moment, before her lips meet where your tip is over the fabric.

Fuck, if that’s already enough to make you shiver, you don’t know what will happen to you when her mouth is actually on you shaft.

“M-Minjeong,” you rasp, making her hum at you in response. “Please.”

She tilts her head, this look that tells you that she’s going to make you work a little more for it. And she will, when she asks: “Are you gonna let me take care of you?”

‘Taking care of you’ was a nicer way of saying that she’s going to keep you on your toes, drowning in this balance of agonizing torture and mindblowing pleasure.

You expect it to be the best and worst experience of your life.

It’s why you say yes in a heartbeat. And that’s all she needs to hear, her hand pulling at the waistband of your boxers. You were fully expecting her to pull them down, yet she had one last string to pull.

“What’s that?” She pretends not to hear you practically begging for her, snapping the waistband down. The sting doesn’t linger nor did it hurt, yet she gives the area a light kiss in apology. “I didn’t hear you, baby.”

“I’ll let you do anything.” The confession slips out of you, stuttering over your words. She’s right there, oh so close to wrapping her lips around you, and here she is. Prolonging it, delaying what is to be the inevitable. “Minjeong please–”

She hums, almost having an internal debate with herself on whether you’ve earned it or not. A moment passes, and your throat’s dry from the silence, the waiting, the edging. Then she seizes up in this happiness that brightens her all up—a beautiful, almost mocking grin, eyes curling up in crescents, cheeks reddening—before she gives you a quick, cute “Okay!”

And off it goes, your last bit of clothing that separates her from your length. It joins the rest of your clothes down on the ground, somewhere. You couldn’t really be asked where since your focus lies solely on Minjeong, who’s face to face with your cock.

She’s staring at it with an almost child-like expression. As if this was the one she’s ever seen, ever touched, ever sucked. Yet you mistake it as naivety, her hands looking like they were almost afraid of touching you. But when she did, boy were you fucking wrong.

She starts from the base, gripping it with this softness that makes you twitch. A light pump of her hand follows, and you can’t help but groan. It’s a sound that makes her look up at you for a moment, biting her lip to stifle a smile, her hand moving to stroke you slowly, while the other rubs at your balls.

Her lips come close, another twitch of your dick caused by her warm breath hitting your skin. She holds you with two hands, pointing your cockhead straight at her lips as she gives the underside of it a peck. Then another, and another. Her tongue darts out to lick at your shaft, heading upwards slowly, eyes never leaving yours until she reaches your tip.

You almost cum right there when she outright kisses your cockhead—sends a whimper straight out of your throat to the air. Makes you look like putty in her hands, hell you might as well be, and Minjeong simply smiles, giving your tip another kiss.

“Let Minjeong take care of you, hmm?” She starts making out with your length, kissing your tip, licking your shaft, hands guiding your length to where she wants to be. “Promise she’ll take care of you really good–”

Her eyes close, dragging her lips, her tongue across your shaft. The sides, the bottom—it didn’t seem to matter where she starts, only that she always manages to end up right back at your tip. Always leaving a gentle kiss before she starts all over again.

Minjeong even lets your entire length rest on her face as she kisses the underside of your cock, rubbing you all over her. She looks so pleased with herself, sighing as she grips you back into her lips.

“Make that hangover go away. After all it was Minjeong’s fault, wasn’t it?” She’s completely absorbed in that narrative, and while you wanted to tell her that it was both your faults, with the way she’s ‘taking care’ of you, you’d rather keep your mouth shut and enjoy her mouth.

A nod is about the only thing you can answer her with, not trusting your voice to do it. She giggles—fucking giggles —and pecks your tip one last time before she wraps her lips around it and takes you in her wet mouth.

She only took the tip in and you’re already losing your shit. You’ve been losing it ever since she’s got her hands on you but this, this’ll make you go numb from the pleasure. You can’t bear to look at her; Not because you don’t want to, but because if you do you’ll inevitably cum on the spot.

And you can’t bear to be called a quick shot.

So you settle in looking at the ceiling, where you can only hear her moans into your cock, feel it vibrate against your tip as her tongue explores every inch of you. Her mouth bobbing up and down just there, never going past the head. Slow, gradually getting faster and faster until she makes this whine of annoyance.

“Look at Minjeong, please,” she says, even with your dick in your mouth muffling her. She tugs at your hand, demanding it of you. And when you actually do look down, you let out a groan on instinct.

You always thought she was stunning, but this gave that word a different meaning—pleading eyes, eyebrows scrunched up in what you can only call adorable, all while her cheeks are hollowing out from sucking your cock. The juxtaposition encapsulates your viewpoint of her, really.

She pops you out of her mouth and pouts. “Don’t look away from Minjeong, okay?” Even the way she says it is still part of it all, so filthy yet so endearingly Minjeong. Lips come back to take you in when you tell her, promise her that you won’t. And honestly, it was one of the best things you’ve ever bear witness to.

She’s gotten more insistent, going down on you faster when she knows you’re looking. Almost as if she gets off on it, on having you watch her every movement worshipping your cock. Still focused on your tip, she does it all for you.

Licking, kissing, rubbing it on her face. Taking you in and having it hit the inside of her cheek before she slaps it on her cheeks. All with a damn smile on her face as she looks at you.

“Isn’t she doing such a good job?” She smiles, stroking you slowly with both hands. “Is Minjeong doing good?”

Oh. So maybe she does get off on this. You pat her head and—

“You’re doing very well.”

The way she beams all but confirms it. Reddening cheeks, the happy sound coming out of her, her eyes closing in contentment. The signs are all there—her thighs rubbing together is a dead giveaway. Speaking of her thighs—

Her clothes need to go. Both to find out what she’s hiding under all her clothes and to give you a bit of breathing time before she comes back to your dick.

You sit up, hands coming to meet the hem of her shirt and giving it a tug. She takes the hint and gets up on her knees—not without leaving your cock a parting kiss—to help you, lifting her arms up as you pull the top off of her. She gets off the bed for a quick moment, hooking her thumbs into her skirt, pulling it down and leaving her in a matching white set of lingerie that definitely did not make you drool.

She does this little twirl for you, letting you see everything that she’s about to offer—breasts that perfectly framed her body, a small waist you have to hold, the cute ass she has—before practically jumping towards you, landing on top of you with a grin.

“Hi,” she mutters, giving you a kiss.

“Hey,” you respond to the kiss, her hands coming to unbutton your shirt one by one.

“How’s the hangover?” she asks, glancing down to make sure every button is undone before sliding it off of your shoulders. The heat in her legs makes you twitch, and her grinding wasn’t helping things.

“What hangover?” You lean in to steal another kiss, your arms tugging the fabric away for your body. You get to hold that waist she has after it gets thrown in the growing pile of clothes, her giggles over your lips making you smile.

Minjoeng pulls away and pushes you back down onto the bed, coming back down with her ass high in the air to meet your length with a smile. “Good answer.”

You’re even more screwed when she finally goes past your tip, holding you by the base. Her mouth taking more of you, each bob of her head ending up somewhere along your cock; The first few inches, half your length, more than half.

The only consistent thing all throughout was her eyes never leaving yours. Even as she takes your entire length down her throat, she stares. Even as her eyes scrunch up, they open with this unwavering need to keep her eyes on you.

Until she gags, releasing your slick length and slobbering it all over her face. The absolute glee at the mess she’s making of herself is evident in her eyes, cheeks coated in a light sheen of her saliva, bubbling it on her mouth as she slaps herself with your length before dragging her tongue at your sides, all the way down to your balls.

And you can’t look away for one second. The few things you can do are groan, hold onto the sheets for dear life and stare at awe at how amazing her mouth looks and feels wrapped around you. Your thighs shake at how good she feels, resisting the urge to let yourself go, burst into her waiting mouth like she seems she wants you to.

Minjeong almost forces you to when she takes your entire length back into her mouth and lets her nose hit your base. Your hand instinctively shoots up to her hair, pressing down harder. As if she hasn’t taken it all already, and her response was to giggle around your cock and smile at you with her eyes.

You are definitely ruined for anyone else after this. And she’s only shown you what she can do with her mouth. Imagining what she’d do to you once you’re inside her makes you believe you’ll never find a better woman than her.

She gives you a tap and you remove the pressure on her head, pulling away. “So big,” she gasps, taking a deep breath. She glances down at your wet shaft before grinning back at you. “You want more of Minjeong’s mouth?”

“Yeah.” She didn’t even get to finish asking and the word’s already escaped your lips. She pouts, tapping your cock in her lips as if that wasn’t enough of a response for her.

“Ask nicely,” she states, letting your tip rest on her lips. Barely open, but her breath was enough to make you twitch. She lets the drool bubble past her lips, coating you even more on her saliva. The simplest of things that manages to make you beg.

And you’d get on your knees if you had to. Anything to have her lips.

“Can I please have more?” You feel like a child asking for a piece of candy while she looks like a child who got said candy. This duality of hers is seriously going to kill you, because what kind of reply is—

“Of course you can, silly.” All with a cutesy voice and your cock pressing back into her lips. Her hand grabs your other hand and rests it atop her head. It’s a signal, her way of telling you to take control this time, however temporary that was.

“You sure?” you ask her, gripping her hair tighter. All she does is give you a nod and a quiet hum of her agreement.

It feels surreal, when you push her head down on your dick, her throat giving way so easily. Accepting every single inch as she once again has her nose pressed up your skin. You curse as you feel her tongue wiggle on the underside of your length, closing your eyes for a moment.

She doesn’t let you look away for too long, tapping your thigh again to remind you not to look away. Wide eyes stare into hers, and even with your length sheathed in her throat she still manages to look at you with a smile. Be it with her lips or her eyes, her happiness is simply radiating off of her.

You barely notice one of her hands snaking down between her legs when you pull her back up, and the very thought that she’s touching herself while pleasuring you makes you throb. That only serves to make her moan, the vibration of it making you inadvertently thrust in her mouth.

Minjeong gives a little shake of her head, a hand coming up to one of yours and giving another little tap; telling you to let her do the work, to let her choke on your cock like the good fleshlight she’s being for you all while you set the pace.

“If it’s what you want,” you say, and all she gives you is a nod, wiggling her ass at you. Like she was happy you’re doing what she wants. Pushing her back down and losing yourself in her throat, relishing in the power she’s handed over.

Of course, the control you have is simply a courtesy. You know she can take it away, even with all the cute slash filthy acts that are most definitely not making you harder if that was even a thing that could happen.

You continue testing the waters of how much you can get away with. You find out how long she can take your entire length (a while), she seemingly prefers it fast and messy (notice how she matches her fingers with your pulls), and Minjeong really, really loves being praised.

Telling her how good of a job she’s doing makes her let these whimpers out of her mouth. Patting her head when she manages to hold herself down to the base of your shaft causes her to grin around your length. And, god, does it make you want to ruin her face.

Your grip on her hair tightens when she gags, her body seizing up before she moans around your cock and almost goes limp on your arms. Her hand leaves her clit to grip your thighs, her eyes rolling back as you keep her there. Drool falls at the corner of her lips, down your balls. Her whines are muffled, even when you’re pulling her back up to your tip to let her get off on her high.

Never thought you’d see someone cum from giving oral. But here you are, seeing it with your own two eyes, with one of the hottest women you’ve ever met.

And to think you’re having the time of your life all because you got drunk.

She blinks slowly, her eyes coming back to focus on you. And when she looks at you waiting for her to come back to reality, she does the cheekiest thing.

Smiles around your tip and gives you a wink. You don’t know if she’s taunting you, telling you to keep going, whatever. All you know is that she’s coming back down and taking your cock so damn well you take the kiddie gloves off and give her what the both of you so desperately want.

Minjeong takes all of it of course, everything you give her. Didn’t matter how you did it. Slow, fast, soft, rough—she doesn’t care. Make her fuck her face on your cock, let her lodge yourself in her throat, allow those lips of hers make out with your tip.

She lets you do whatever you want with her mouth. And you’re thanking her for it. Airing out every single word you can think of to let her know that she’s mind-blowingly good at what she’s doing. It makes her preen, leaning into your grip and turning herself into your very own toy to use for your pleasure.

It’s one of the best views in the world. One that you can watch for who knows how long she’s been doing this and then some. Watching her throat expand to take every inch of you, letting it rest there. See her tongue stick out from underneath and lick whatever she can. Each push makes her gag, moan, mewl, whatever the fuck type of beautiful sound she makes that only serves to push her deeper, grip her hair tighter, be more harsher in your abuse.

Minjeong loves it; Revels in it, smiling prettily at you. Her eyes do most of the work, looking so excited, so ecstatic when you take control. Even when her face is red from the abuse, hair all messed up, drool stuck on her chin, her cheeks, her mouth—she never tells you to slow down, or interrupt you with a tap.

Her fingers never stop rubbing herself, or pumping inside her. You can’t really tell when you can’t see them move, only that she’s doing it. It’s enough to make her juices drip on the bedsheets from how much she’s been fingering herself. You almost think she wants to cum a second time, but she seems to stop at times. Blue balling herself, forcing herself to breathe deep when she gets too close to another orgasm.

You only stop when the familiar ache in your loins starts to stir, giving her a chance to finally breathe when you pull her off of your dick. Your entire length is coated in her saliva, yet she continues to put her tongue on you, licking the tip, the sides, your balls. It wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, but with the way you’re twitching, she knows how much you’re holding back not to.

“You don’t want to cum?” she asks, leaving kisses all over your cock, making your thighs flex harder to avoid the end. “You don’t wanna give Minjeong a facial? Give Minjeong a thick fucking load on her face?”

It’s not that you don’t want to cover her face or make her swallow your entire load. The thought was extremely enticing, ruining that pretty face of hers even more. But you oh so badly need to have a taste of her pussy.

“Need to fuck you,” you let out, breathing heavily. Her little kitten licks are slowly making you lose it, and you had to push her away to stop her.

She seemed disappointed when you let her off your cock, but your words immediately made her grin. She nods to the side, glancing at her bag. “Bag has a condom. Can you grab it for Minjeong?”

Better to be safe than sorry, you suppose. As much as you want to fuck her raw, you don’t want to know how bad your pull out game is. Or if she’d even let you once you’re inside her.

You reach over the nightstand, picking up her bag and rummaging through it. She starts humming, her hand stroking you lazily while you find said condom. You pull it out, giving it a once over before handing the packet over to her and placing the bag back.

She takes it with an adorably cute thanks, even with a debauched, filthy face coated in saliva and pre-cum. Ripping it open with her teeth, she pulls the latex out and throws the packet somewhere on the bed.

“Wanna see something?” Minjeong doesn’t bother waiting for a reply, placing the condom between her lips. Her tongue pushes between the middle, and before you know it she’s taking you back into her throat.

She doesn’t even bother with her hands to unroll the latex. All head, bobbing her head slow, tongue coming out to play and making sure she has the condom covering your entire shaft.

You’re surprised you haven’t cum into the condom the second she had you in her mouth.

“What the fuck–” You blink, not believing what you’re seeing. Sure, you’ve watched and felt her give you life-changing head, but this? This was another level of unbe-fucking-lievablity. It’s an experience, the feeling of having a condom worn this way.

“The hell did you learn that?” You can’t help yourself from asking her that question, because seriously, where the hell did she learn to suck dick?

You thought she wouldn’t answer you, considering all she does is smile and kiss your tip once she has the condom secured over you. Until she climbs on top of you, and whispers a sentence that makes you seriously consider swearing your life over to her like the knight she thinks you are.

“Minjeong likes sucking dick. Minjeong loves it when that dick belongs to someone Minjeong likes.”

Yeah, no. You’re fucking whipped. Absolutely, incorrigibly whipped. Though—

“What would you do to someone you love?”

She laughs. A full-blown, coming from the stomach, genuine laughter. She gives you a peck on the lips, and—

“God, you are so cute,” she teases, cupping your cheeks. “Stick around long enough and maybe you’ll find out. For now–”

She sits up, hands giving you a light taps on your face before pushing down on your chest as she grinds her clothed pussy over your cock. You can feel how wet she is over the lace, thinking that it’s ruined at this point. She might even think she owes you one, considering she came first.

“Let Minjeong take care of you, hm?” Her hand moves to push her panties to the side, finally feeling her pussy lips on your cock. Rubbing her folds over you, closing her eyes at the pleasure it gives her. “Minjeong needs to make sure that hangover’s gone.”

The whole thing gives a reprieve, even for a moment. You chuckle, placing your hands back on that perfect waist of hers. You lean into this persona she’s taken up, running your hands over her skin. “Is Minjeong a nurse too now?”

“Minjeong’s just being a good girl,” she replies, pushing your length inside of her. Just the tip, as she seems to love it. Always teasing, always the head of your cock when it comes to her. “Isn’t she? Tell Minjeong how good she is, how good she makes you feel.”

You can’t think straight, the heat of her walls enveloping you, overwhelming you. Even through the condom you can feel her tightness pulsing around your cockhead.

“You’re the best,” you breathe out, throwing your head back at the sensation. “Wish I could’ve had your lips forever. Wanted to make you swallow my cum, have you clean my cock after. Shit, Minjeong–”

You cut yourself off with a strangled gasp as Minjeong lowers down on your shaft, taking more of you. She whines as you stretch her out, eyes fluttering shut, hands weighing down on your chest to stop herself from taking all of you in.

“Why didn’t you then?” She stays there, her pussy clenching around your dick. You can tell she wants to go all the way down and fuck herself on your cock, yet she holds herself back, wanting to listen. Eager eyes gaze straight into yours, and you’re left to grip her hips tighter.

“I told you,” you say, running a hand up to her chest, giving her clothed breast a squeeze. “Wanna fuck you so damn bad.”

“Ah, ah,” she tuts, shaking her head at you. Again with the cute persona—the smiles, the endearing voice—though now it comes with a subtle edge to it, tapping her finger on your chest. “You’re saying it wrong again, baby.”

The nickname makes you throb, making her gasp at the tingle inside her pussy. The words don’t come, not immediately. Every small action she does stops you from completing the thought. The roll of her hips, the racy giggles, the fucking look in her eyes that tell you that nothing’s going to stop her from riding the utter hell out of you.

…Wait a minute—

“Please fuck me.” You weren’t really begging. Not really, as much as the words themselves sound like it does. Or how pathetic (or confident, you’re not sure) you made it sound coming out of your mouth. You’re simply doing what she wants.

Asking politely.

Minjeong practically glows when she says your words, palming your hand on her breast, giving a grope of her own before looping around her back. You hear a quiet snap, before the lace on her chest loosens in your hand. She playfully pushes your hand away and finally, finally sinks all the way down and takes your entire length inside of her pussy.

“Oh fu–”

“Minjeong–”

The air gets filled with the filthiest phrases you’ve ever heard—your name, hers, curses, moans. All combined and coming out of both of you, your grip on her hip getting tighter just as her legs flex and shiver.

She feels so fucking tight it’s insane that you thought her mouth was the best because this already beats it by a mile.

And this was only the beginning—you’ve only gotten inside her, stretching her out and feeling her cunt take you so ridiculously well that you haven’t the slightest idea what would happen to you when she starts to move.

You’ve left waiting, wanting her to start rocking her hips, bounce on your lap, give her to those urges that she’s been keeping hidden. She’s doing a poor job of it, if the small movement of her hips are to say anything. And you know just the thing that’ll make her lose it.

“God, Minjeong you feel so perfect,” you praise, taking a breath to steady yourself. You’ve already resisted the urge to cum before, but this is another monster entirely. The monster that you’re deliberately feeding with praise. “Taking my cock so well.”

She takes the bait, of course. The glee on her face as she hears your words, the chuckles amidst her moans, the hips getting more insistent, rotating them in this circular motion that makes you close your eyes from the rush of pleasure.

The condom mutes the intensity of it, making you ponder how better she’d feel without it. You don’t let your mind wander too long about it, because the view of Minjeong toying with the straps of her bra, giving you glimpses of the soft flesh underneath.

She smiles, those pearly whites of hers lighting up her entire face. “Because you fill Minjeong up so good.” She switches things up, sliding her hips front and back, an action that makes those dark eyes of hers roll back while fumbling the straps off her shoulders, her hand keeping the cups of her bra in place.

She lets this breathy laugh slip past her lips when your fingers trail up and down her sides. “You wanna feel Minjeong’s tits? She knows you’ve been drooling over them.”

“Yes, please.” You know the game by now, what the rules are; how to bend them when you have to. You bite back a moan as her walls clench around your length, managing to grit out, “Can I touch them?”

Slot in another please in the end, for good measure. You still have to play the game, after all.

All the while Minjeong’s rolling her hips on your cock, giving you this salacious look when she listens to your answer. She lets the bra fall, thrown to the side, giving you a front row seat to her breasts.

A cute, petite pair that look like the perfect handfuls with pink stiff nipples that you need to have in between your lips. Combined with the slender waist you’re caressing in your hands and the tight pussy sheathing your cock, you’re undeniably in paradise at this point. Hangover all but forgotten, traded in for the pleasures of Minjeong’s body.

“Come here.” Minjeong grabs your hands, bringing them up to her breasts. You give them a gentle knead, rolling a nipple in your fingers. It makes her sigh, satisfaction written all over her face as her rocking gets faster. “Make Minjeong feel good, hm?”

She’s so reactive when you explore them—sighing when you give them a good squeeze, moaning when you pinch her nipples, gasping when you give them a light slap and watch the soft flesh jiggle. It’s all encouragement for her, fucking herself faster on your cock, watching those hips of hers mesmerize you. A rough pinch of her nipple and she grows silent, body stilling and—

“Fucking hell,” you mutter, head laying back as her pussy clamping down around your cock, almost suffocatingly tight. Her entire frame’s gone frozen, face morphed into a silent scream of pleasure before she keens, cumming around your dick. “Christ, Minjeong–”

Minjeong crumbles, body crashing forward. Her arms wrap around your neck loosely, her hair falling covering your view as she shakes. Letting that high rock her being, creaming around your cock like she wants you to do the same. All you can hear is her sobbing, praises of how good she feels, how big your cock is at stretching her out. Her hips never stop grinding, rolling against yours, even with your hands moving to stop her.

There’s no ‘off’ button with her, no slowing down. ‘Stop’ doesn’t seem to be in her dictionary at this point. Only for a slight reprieve, but you’ve learned by now that she’s insatiable. An increasing need to keep going, faster, harder until neither of you can’t take it anymore.

And you are loving it. As maddening as it is, the depravity, the degeneracy of it all takes you too. The very definition of sin that is Minjeong cumming her brains out on your cock is like a vice—another version of alcohol that you’d willingly get drunk on. One you’d never want to let go of, once you’ve had the taste of it.

You’ve been achingly close to cumming, ever since her mouth almost did you in. But you want this to last, not knowing when you’ll be having the opportunity to get another dose of the complete and utter insanity that you call Kim Minjeong.

“Oh my god,” she mumbles, her waist finally stopping. A pause in the carnality, allowing the both of you a chance to breathe. The gratified look on her face makes you smile as she pushes herself up a bit to face you. “I can’t believe I just–”

She laughs, her persona rearing back to show the Minjeong you met last night. “Fuck, I needed that,” she continues, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her fingers trace your jaw, brushing near your lips as she tries to steady her breathing.

“You okay?” you ask, cupping her cheek.

“I should be asking you that question,” she chuckles, leaning into your touch. “But yes, I’m okay. More than ok actually–I feel fucking amazing.”

You chuckle with her. “Glad I can help, my Prince.”

“ Your Prince?” She can’t stop the grin forming on her face. “Are we doing this now?”

“To be fair, you started it.” Your eyes look to the side for a moment before coming back to meet hers. “I think. I’m still confused with the ‘three dates’ thing you pulled.”

“Sure.” She rolls her eyes, pinching your cheek. “How ‘bout you take me out on a date for real so you can stop being so confused about it.”

“I’d love to,” you respond, maybe a bit too hastily. Makes you seem like an idiot again, though you probably have the entire time you’ve been with her. “Whenever you’re free or you know, we can talk about it later. If you want to, I mean.”

“Definitely later,” she giggles, leaning down to steal a kiss. Her lips feel so soft, moving in sync with your own that you already miss the sensation when she pulls away and her eyes darken in desire. “Right now, Minjeong needs to make you cum.”

There she is, that personality of hers coming back in full force as she foregoes the slow fucking she’s done earlier—bouncing on your cock like her life depends on it, leaving you snapping your arms back to holding her waist, gasping at the jolt of pleasure.

“Give a little warning, please.” Your body jerks in surprise, feeling her slam her hips down on you. Her cunt taking your entire cock, juices drooling down your length. All the edging from earlier makes you all so close to cumming and filling up the latex wrapped on your shaft, and her weight on top of you prevents you from chasing your own high as she takes it upon herself to do it for you.

“Sorry,” she coyly says, smirking devilishly unashamed of what she’s doing to you. Impaling herself deeper on your dick, cupping your cheeks to avoid letting your eyes wander from anywhere else except her. “Minjeong wants to taste your cum. Can she have it please?”

You dart your eyes down, watching her tits jiggle in time with her movement. She knows exactly what you want, pulling you towards them and your lips latch on to a bud, sucking eagerly. Your groans get muffled, moving from one peak to the other. Flicking them with your tongue, sucking on the teat, giving them a bite—it all makes her drive harder on your shaft, pulling you deeper into her chest.

Minjeong slowly picks up the pace riding you, hearing the slap of flesh on flesh as she slams on you harder. Relishing the worship you give of her mounds, getting them slick with your saliva, your suction on her nipple deepening as you give her rear a firm squeeze.

Whispers of the lewdest things you’ve heard plague you as she never falters, never lets up on slamming her ass against you, breathy moans of your name coming out of her mouth— you’re doing so good, laying there and letting Minjeong get stretched out by your big, fat cock. You’re gonna make her cum again, gonna make Minjeong’s cunt cream all over that dick.

Your hands leave her hips to grip her ass and she takes it up a notch, the bed creaking at her movements. Wanna feel Minjeong’s tight little ass? Feel her tight pussy fuck your big dick like the good girl Minjeong is. She loves being such a good girl for you. She’s being such a good, nasty little girl for you, right? Being the perfect little cocksleeve you need–

“Fuck, yes–” you let out, your eyes closing to prevent yourself from losing control. Each word, each obscene feeling brings you closer to what she wants, what you both want. Her stiff buds brushing against your chest at each bounce, groping that soft ass of hers, letting her dirty talk overtake your mind. “I’m so fucking close Minjeong, please–”

“Look at Minjeong,” she says, and you snap your eyes open. Dark eyes full of this perverted glee gaze down at you, the grin on her face mirroring it. Her hips rock faster, leaving you breathless. “You wanna cum? Hm? Want to cum inside Minjeong’s tight little cunt and fill that condom up?”

You completely forgot about the fucking condom, and the fuck you’re currently giving about it is at an all-time zero. All you want is to have that orgasm that you’ve denied yourself—one you damn well deserve.

“Minjeong!” You squeeze hard on her asscheek, another hand reaching up to the back of her neck as you empty your load into the latex. Watch her eyes roll back as each spurt of your cum balloon the condom, her own orgasm taking over her again as her back arches. The grip on her neck keeps her anchored to you, and you’re treated to the sight of every small change in her face—the whines, the fluttering eyes, the shaking—as she milks you of your cum.

You thrust upwards, Minjeong relinquishing control to you, letting you hammer upwards into her pussy. Each stroke makes you throb, releasing more cum into the rubber. Her hips don’t stop their rocking, grinding against yours to make the pleasure last for the both of you.

She gasps your name, hand pushing down on the mattress next to you, balancing herself as the last vestiges of your orgasm fade. You’re both left panting, Minjeong collapsing on top of you. All sweaty, sheets wet and air reeking of sex.

“Good fucking morning,” Minjeong huffs, draping her arms around your neck, her breath tickling your ears. “Best way to start the day after a hangover, am I right?”

You laugh weakly, still catching your breath. “Thanks for the cure, I guess. And the meds.”

“Anything for my Knight.” She smiles, shifting to have her cheek rest against your shoulder to stare at you so affectionately—one you could never look away from even if you tried—it makes your heart melt.

You let the silence take over, giving you both a chance to rest. She moves a hand to rub your cheek while yours slide up her body. Her waist, her back, you run your fingers through the soft skin and just… look. The afterglow she has makes her smile shine brighter, and you are just utterly captivated by this woman.

Even when she can edge you for what felt like hours.

Besides, you’d let her ruin you again.

She giggles all of a sudden, giving your cheek a poke of her finger. “So about that date…”

“Are we talking about the first one or the fourth one?” She pinches your cheek for that one.

“The first real one,” she clarifies, lifting her head. “Dinner later?”

“Already?” You raise an eyebrow. “You’re a bit impatient.”

“We fucked before we could even go on a date. We have a little catching up to do,” Minjeong quips, her fingers tracing down your collarbone. “But we can always do tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s good,” you agree, leaning up to peck her lips. “Do you live nearby or–”

You find out that she lives on the other side of the city, close enough for you to pick her up and have dinner at a new restaurant that opened up.

It was weird, talking about something so mundane after sex that it almost feels…normal for the both of you. Talking so casually like this wasn’t the first time you met, making up for lost time that you never actually had before last night.

And managing to get a date with Minjeong gets you all elated for tomorrow, having another chance to spend time with her.

“Oh!” she gasps as if she just remembered something. “Forgot about this–”

She lifts up, slipping your softening cock out of her folds before she crawls down, returning to face your cock. Weighing the filled tip of the latex on her finger and humming her amazement. “That’s a lot of cum…”

You push yourself upright just as she unrolls it off you, giggling at the bulk of it. She leans forward, taking your tip in and swirling her tongue. It makes you flinch in surprise, letting her clean you of any leftover cum before she gives you a parting kiss on the head and faces you.

“You were really backed up huh,” she teases, straightening up and returning her gaze towards it, laser focused on the load weighing it down.

“All because of you.” Your compliment goes unheard as Minjeong’s gone off to dreamland. She bites her lip before her tongue darts to wet her lips. Looking completely entranced at the filled condom, debating something in her head. Her eyes flicker between you and the rubber, before she does the sluttiest, nastiest thing you’ve ever seen from her.

Minjeong brings the opening to her lips and unfurls her tongue, letting the sticky fluid drip out and straight into her waiting mouth. She lets it fill her, the rubber getting slimmer and slimmer, emptying out the load she wrung out of you and pooling it on her tongue.

You can’t look away from it, not even when she puts the latex down. You’re completely enthralled as she cups her hands under her chin as she looks at you, mouth wide open to show you all the cum she’s gotten off you. She grins, chuckling at what must have been a dumbfounded look on your face, making a sliver of your seed drip down.

You’re getting her a ring on the third date.

She winks, closing her mouth shut and making her cheeks bulge. You watch her throat bob at every gulp, swallowing your load. Her thumb wipes the cum that almost dripped off her chin, making sure not a single drop’s been wasted as she sucks on it. Her lips are still smiling throughout, her gaze never leaving you as she finishes.

Opens her mouth wide and lolls her tongue out to show you how she cleaned it out completely. “All gone,” she says, smiling at you sweetly. “Minjeong loves the taste of your cum.”

Make that the second date.

The sudden urge to take her in your arms and kiss the living hell out of her takes you. Before you can even move to do it, the sound of the door beeping twice makes both of you freeze. Minjeong’s eyes widen, snapping out of her cum-induced haze and quickly standing up, pulling you with her towards the bathroom.

“Get in, get in–” The door beeps again, once this time. It opens just as Minjeong closes the bathroom door, locking it and rushing over to open the shower to play pretend.

“Minjeong?” You can hear Jimin’s groggy voice through the door.

Minjeong gives you a look to stay quiet before she answers, “In here!”

“Where’s the cutie?” Aeri follows up, footsteps rushing over. You weren’t sure if she was referring to Minjeong or you but–”He went home already?”

You give Minjeong a cheeky smile about the compliment, mouthing the word back to her. Minjeong rolls her eyes at you before shoving you under the showerhead. You make a surprised noise at how cold it was, making her throw a ‘zip it’ gesture at you.

“Y-yeah!” Minjeong agrees, grabbing a towel to cover herself up. That’s where you know things went south.

Not because of the lie, as shit of an excuse it was. It’s because you don’t think Minjeong remembers the state the room was in before she dragged the both of you in here. “Said his friend was picking him up.”

“Really? Thought he’d stay a bit longer. He sounded fun,” Jimin says, her footsteps slower than Aeri’s. “Hey, do you still have those painkil–” She gets cut off with a squeal, and the noises that you hear on the other side of the door make you want to curl up in a hole somewhere and die from the shame.

A gasp. “Is that a–”

“Oh my god it is–” Laughing is all you can hear.

You hear the rattle of a bottle on the other side. “You think they…?”

“Fuck yeah they did–” You can imagine the smirk on Aeri’s face.

“Girl you better spill the tea!” You both jolt from the banging on the door.

Minjeong’s covered her face with her hands, cheeks glowing crimson. “Oh my fucking god,” she mutters, finally realizing that her clothes, your clothes, and a goddamn condom were all strewn about the bed.

There was no getting out of this, so all she does is sigh. “I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“Whatever you say!” Aeri sing-songs. “Hope you two have fun in the shower!”

You hear a sigh from the other end. “We’ll get these to Yizhuo. Text us when you’re not–uh, Jimin’s voice falters, not really knowing what to say. “Preoccupied.”

“Remember to pull out!” Aeri’s cackles echo through the wood before the front door shuts, giving a beep.

It was quiet for a while, both of you simmering in the embarrassment. You more so, the feeling of running water coming down on you making it feel more depressing than it should be.

A shaky laugh comes out of Minjeong, her shoulders shaking. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“You’re telling me,” you chuckle, stepping out of the shower. “Good luck telling them what happened, by the way.”

“Me?” She looks at you, almost offended at your words. “You’ll be helping out because I am not doing this alone.”

“I don’t think I should be intruding in girl talk.” You place your hands on her waist. “Besides, you can tell me all about it on our date.”

“Fine,” Minjeong whines, playfully punching you on the chest before looping her arms around your neck. “But I expect compensation.”

“I was already planning to pay for the dinner.”

“I expect flowers too.” You don’t know if she was joking or not. But if flowers are what she wants, flowers are what she’ll get. “But I wasn’t talking about the date.”

“Oh?”

“Well,” She gets up on her tip toes, giving you a kiss. Tongue delving deep into your mouth, battling yours before she abruptly breaks it. “If you can’t help me out with the girls, you can help me instead.”

“And how, exactly, may I help my Prince?” Your eyes follow her pull the towel down her frame. Taking her in once more. Her pretty face, her cute tits, her slim waist, her tight cunt.

God, she’s perfect. If only you can understand how quickly she swaps between Minjeong and Minjeong.

It’s part of her charm, you muse.

“I think you know how.” She slowly gets on her knees, a hand slowly stroking your cock, looking up at you with a smirk. “Just be a good little Knight and let Minjeong suck another load out of you.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how I can help, Minjeong.” The words feel like dejavu, for some reason. And if it is, then you have an idea where this is headed towards.

“It isn’t?” She tilts her head.

“Minjeong wouldn’t know, but she really wants to taste your cum again.”

Fuck it, you’re getting her a ring tomorrow.