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The concert had just come to a close, the lights still flashing and confetti raining down from scaffolds, giving a sort of luminosity to the venue. You watched as some fluttered across the stage and landed on top of his hair, resting like a perfectly planned accessory to coincide with his pale pink suit. He was a dream in color, tanned skin turned slightly creamy and rosy to accompany the color of his clothes, his movements fluid as the choreo ended and his chest heaved slightly from the exertion. His hair was perfectly styled, brushed up and back to expose the sheen that had settled across his forehead.
It always amazed you how he could go from smiling and having fun with his members to suddenly turning serious and pouring his all into his performance, the duality of him always so striking. The lights of the stage and the flutter of iridescence from the confetti just enhanced his sparkle and you could have captured a thousand images of him just like this and it would still have never done the memory of him in this moment justice. This is where he shined, literally and figuratively.
You’d seen a few shows back-to-back this tour and this was meant to be the last one before you got on a flight home the next morning, the tour officially over and just a memory to look back on. Sadness couldn’t even scratch the surface of what you felt, this high you had been on crashing down with the realization that this was it. And, almost like he could hear the thoughts churning in your mind, his eyes flicked to yours and he smiled slightly and nodded and suddenly you couldn’t find your breath.
Your eyes went wide, turning a little to look behind you to make sure he was actually looking at you and when you turned back around, he laughed a little as if to say of course that was meant for you. Your heart started to beat faster as the other Atiny screamed around you and cried as they walked off stage, but your eyes never left his form. Before they exited, he looked at you one more time, winking at you and waving a little more before he was gone. And just like that the tour was over.
The interaction replayed in your mind while you were on your way to find the exit, getting a little turned around by the crowd trying to leave. You couldn’t figure out why he did so much for you all of a sudden. You’d had some interactions with the other members and even him once or twice at the other shows, but they weren’t much more than simple fan service and you didn’t think you looked or acted particularly different tonight. Sure, you had a little more makeup on than usual and had dressed up a little more than your typical jeans and cropped band t, but everyone else had too so you didn’t think you had stood out from the rest of the crowd. Maybe he just recognized you this time? You had to been to multiple shows now. That had to be it, you thought. However it happened and why you were still grateful because what a way to end the night.
Lost in your thoughts and zoned out on your mission to find the exit on the other side of the venue you ran into a sudden body, their hands reaching out to steady you and themselves, the grip firm but gentle. Startled, you looked up and began to apologize before you promptly cut yourself off, cheeks reddening.
“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t-”
Standing before you was the man who had driven you wild tonight and your thoughts couldn’t catch up with you. He was even more perfect in person, donning a black oversized t-shirt and loose-fitting jeans, makeup still done from the show that just ended but his hair was a little muffed as if he’d run his hands through it a few times.
Recognition lit up his gaze as he looked down at you, a slight tinge dusting his cheeks from the simple embarrassment of running into someone. “No, I should apologize. I was in a hurry to get back to the meeting room,” he started. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?"
“No, I mean, yes, I’m fine,” you started, stumbling over your words. “I was trying to find a bathroom and wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings well. Again, I’m so sorry.” You said as you fidgeted with the sleeves of your jacket, nervous.
There was a beat of silence until he spoke again, not allowing any more awkwardness to fester.
“I’m sorry to bring this up suddenly, but you were in the front of the crowd tonight, right?” Seonghwa asked, head tilting to the side a little, a small smile on his lips. “I don’t mean to be so forward, but you’re hard to forget.”
You were sure your face was as red as a tomato, not used to receiving compliments and much less from someone of his stature. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’m sure I should be the one to say that, I think.”
Not sure where this sudden bout of confidence came from you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your lips. What am I doing? Why would I say that? Were you flirting with him? Was he flirting with you or was he just complimenting you?
Seonghwa didn’t seem to mind, his smile growing a little wider and his eyes crinkling a little at the sides. He ran his hands from where they had been placed on your shoulders, not realizing he’d still been holding onto you, grazing your arms before pulling his hands back and crossing his arms. It wasn’t meant to come across as anything specific, but it still took you a little off guard, and judging from how the look in his eyes it did for him as well. The air in the hallway suddenly felt a little more charged, your quip back at him seeming to be the cause, like he wasn’t expecting you to compliment him back. Which was crazy, in your mind.
“Hm,” he hummed before you asking you a question. “Were you looking for the exit? Did you need some help finding your way, by any chance?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose,” you started, raising your hands slightly as if to brush his offer off. “You said you were in a hurry, so I wouldn’t want to take up more of your time. I’m sure you’re ready to relax and all.” You smiled a little at him, trying to sound as unimposing as you could. You honestly did think he had to be exhausted, knowing that they’d done the hi-touch right after the concert.
“Hm,” he sounded. “I can spare some time for my prettiest Atiny, I think. I don’t mind, truly.”
You giggled a little at that, a little dumbfounded, the my he used not escaping your notice. “Oh, I’m sure I’m not the prettiest fan you’ve seen tonight.”
“No, really,” he said, eyes widening in a surprised manner. “I recognized you from some of the other tour dates and I was hoping I’d see you again tonight. You’re always dressed so well and it’s difficult to forget such beautiful eyes.”
You flushed some more, not entirely sure how you had any blood left to rush to your face as it was. He sounded so genuine and you were sure now he was as he never really seemed to ever be anything but, everyone’s suspicions confirmed in your mind.
“Thank you,” you started, looking him up and down, not noticing the way he followed your gaze. “You know, we’re kind of matching, actually.”
It was his turn to appraise you this time, taking his time to allow his eyes to roam over your body after being given the opportunity to freely look. He nodded, humming a little in what you assumed was approval. You both had black and jean clothing on and were both sporting simple black boots. The only difference was that you had on a moderately tight black dress that hit the tops of your calves and you donned a cropped light jean jacket that hung just a little off of your shoulders for some semblance of style. In truth, you looked like you could have been wearing some sort of couple’s outfit that you two had coordinated together.
He chuckled, nodding. “You're right,” he said. "I meant my offer earlier, though. Let me help you, please? I'd hate to know I left an Atiny in need behind."
You nodded, muttering a quiet thank you. Not wanting to ruin the moment you agreed, both of you starting to walk in the direction you were headed originally. Seonghwa walked next to you, nearly bumping into your shoulder with his arms as he tucked his hands into his pockets. The height difference was noticeable even more now, him being taller than your 5'5 frame, the two of you walking side by side and warmth filled your stomach as you took notice, surprised by how he was affecting you and hardly doing anything to cause it. You didn’t think you were completely starstruck, but you obviously found him attractive. He had already admitted much of the same to you.
As you walked you both took on a leisurely pace. Seonghwa asked you if you enjoyed the concerts and you responded happily, nodding. “I really did. The shows were incredible, and everyone has such amazing stage presence,” you started, looking at him with a smile. “I liked how you interacted with so many people and I could tell you were doing your best to make sure the crowd had fun too. It was really nice to see.”
He chuckled, cheeks going a little pink again. “I’m glad you had fun. As for the crowd…” He bumped his elbow into your arm playfully before continuing. “I was mostly looking for you, you know.”
“You were?” You started, surprised. “Why would you be looking for me?” You laughed; sure he was just offering some fan service.
He shrugged, smirking. “Like I said, you’re very beautiful. You stood out to me." He finished his sentence as soon as you turned down another hallway.
You knew you were red in the face; your anxiety was starting to surface at the contact and continuing compliments. "I need to use the restroom, if you don't mind." You said in a hurry, noticing a private family style one a few paces down from where you both stood. Face fully flushed and needing an escape, one you were utterly thankful for in this moment, you looked back at him. You were burning up and definitely didn’t want to run into anyone else tonight looking and feeling so flustered.
"Ah, there's one right over there. I can leave you here, if you need me to and think you’ll be alright.” He stopped and turned to look at you, eyes suddenly hard and serious. It took you by surprise, as had most of this interaction, to see him so serious all of a sudden. You crossed your arms, gripping the sleeves of your jacket tighter as some anxiety set in. His stare bore right through your own, a question flickering across his features suddenly.
You stared back at him, heat coursing through you again and heart thumping soundly in your chest. He took a step closer to you, shortening the already small gap between the two of you.
“I enjoyed meeting you tonight. It was nice to speak my Atiny.” He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, pausing for a moment before doing so, seemingly happy that you let him touch you.
“I-it was nice meeting you too,” you stuttered nervously, the action not lost on him. He could tell he made you nervous, you were sure of it. “You don’t have to be nervous around me, beautiful,” he took another step closer. “I wouldn’t do anything, I promise.”
Without missing a beat and dumbfounded by your continuing confidence (weren't you just trying to find a place to hide earlier?) you replied in a whisper, “But you could, you know,” you said, looking up at him. "If that's something you'd like to do, that is."
His eyebrows shot up at that, mouth falling into a small O shape, only to be replaced by a pleased smile. “And would you like me to, hm?” Another step and he was pressed against you, chest to chest, his head angled down just enough to feel his breath ghost across your face. You made a small sound and nodded, just slight enough, but he shook his head at you and pulled back a little. “I need to hear you say it, beautiful,” he whispered. “What would you want me to do?”
Yours nerves had settled the second he touched you, your answer plain as day in your mind. “I would want you to touch me, Seonghwa.”
Just as soon as the words left your mouth, he looked around the hallway quickly before pulling you by your hand into the vacant bathroom, just as quickly pushing your back into the door. The lock clicked softly into place, but any thought of it was forgotten when he put his hands on the side of your face and leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was soft at first, testing the waters and giving you a moment to catch up. You responded in kind, mouth pressed softly to his own plush one before he slid his tongue across your lips, sliding it past when you let out a quiet gasp.
The kiss took a heated turn until you both pulled away for a breath, his hands finding purchase on your waist and letting them rest there. He leaned his forehead on yours, eyes searching your own for any kind of discomfort or hesitancy but not finding any. When he slowly ran his hands down to your hips and you didn’t stop him, he placed them on your backside and pressed his fingertips into you softly before he moved them down your thighs and pulled your dress up just a little above your knees. The dim lighting of the bathroom and the quietness of the space left you hyper aware of everything he was doing. Seonghwa stilled his movements there before he looked back into your eyes.
“What do you want, beautiful?”
There was no hesitation in your response this time. “I want you.”
You pulled him to you by his shirt then, crashing your lips into his. He groaned into the kiss, picking you up with ease as his hands held you up by your thighs, your legs parting to lock behind his waist while you moved your arms behind his neck. He kissed you with as much passion as you would have imagined him to, tongue battling your own. He pulled away from your lips to kiss along your jaw and down to your neck, lingering there for a moment before he sucked softly at the expanse between your collarbone and shoulder, your jacket slipping farther off your shoulders.
“So pretty,” he murmured, working back up to your neck and placing kiss after kiss as he found his way back to your lips. His hand started to move back towards your front, ghosting over your thigh before he stopped and looked at you, another question in his eyes. You weren’t inexperienced, no, but it had been some time since you’d been with someone last, but you weren’t going to let any shyness stop this moment from happening anymore.
You reached one hand from behind his neck, trusting him to keep ahold of you, as you placed it on the hand he had on your thigh. Interlocking your fingers with his, you moved your hands up and under your dress, it having shifted up more on its own when he picked you up. His eyes darkened when he realized what you were doing and what you were asking him to do to you. He braced his head into the crook of your neck after you released his hand to hold back onto him. He continued to move his hand up under your dress, finding purchase on the inside of your upper thigh. He could feel how warm you were from this angle, sighing into your neck.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” He whispered, moving to nibble onto your earlobe. You gasped a little at that, but answered him with a soft yes.
Getting the confirmation he needed, he moved his fingers up just a bit more until he could feel the fabric of your underwear under his fingertips, the feel of the lace already wet making him groan out. He pushed the fabric aside as he moved back to kiss you softly again, his finger gently stroking up against your lips to feel just how wet you were. You were soaking for him already and he had hardly done anything to you, and you could tell he was pleased with the affect he was having on your body.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, “I could take you right now, couldn’t I?” Your mind went blank as he spoke until he quickly inserted a finger into your core, curving it just right to hit the spot that made you squirm. You moaned as he moved it in and out once, rubbing his thumb on your swollen clit, causing you to arch your back into him and push on his shoulders slightly.
His eyes snapped to yours, roaming your face to gage your reaction. “Do you want me to stop?” You could see he was a little nervous, taking your reaction wrong.
You put your hands on his cheeks and gave him a chaste kiss. “Please, don’t stop,” you murmured. “Make me feel good.”
His fingers started to work at you again immediately, going at a pace that would have your orgasm building in no time when he inserted a second finger, giving you no warning beforehand. You couldn’t help but rock your hips forward at the sudden feeling. He was working you so well and with such ease that you could start to feel the pressure building up inside of you, like a rubber band ready to snap. And just as quickly as it had started, he pulled his fingers out and away, denying you your release with perfect timing. You whimpered, missing the contact and he chuckled, knowing he read you just right.
“Not yet, beautiful,” He pecked your lips before bringing his fingers to them, you opening them to take them willingly. He moaned softly at your eagerness to taste yourself, letting you suck on his fingers until they were clean of your juices. “You’re doing so well for me. Tell me what you want.” He took on a more authoritative tone, eyes darkened with lust, and you couldn’t have found him sexier in that moment. He took his fingers from your lips and placed them back under your thighs, keeping you held against the bathroom door.
You were sure you looked fucked out, but you weren’t ready to stop and it didn’t look like he was either. But ever the gentleman he seemed to be, he waited for your answer. Moving your hands from his face, you trailed them down the sides of his neck and then down his chest and taut stomach before they rested against the belt that was secured into the loopholes of his jeans. He watched your eyes intensely, waiting for you to continue. You fiddled with the belt buckle, tightening it before it loosened, moving to undo it before you moved on to the button of his jeans, undoing that as well.
“I want you to fuck me, Seonghwa,” you whispered, looking back up at him.
“So good for me,” he smiled. “Come here.” He said as he set your feet back down on the floor, taking your hand to lead you to the sink that was directly opposite the door. When you reached it, he turned you to face him, your back pressing into the sink as he leaned in to steal another kiss from you, this one just as heady as the last. You pulled away to gather a breath, stopping to ask him if he had a condom to use, suddenly remembering the need to make sure everyone was safe. He nodded a yes, pulling one out from his back pocket. You didn’t question it, just thankful that he had one on him.
You pulled him to you again, kissing him with a passion that surprised yourself. With nothing to worry about, you relaxed more than you were before, all anxiousness and nerves fading completely. It was almost strange to feel so safe with someone you didn’t really know. He stopped kissing you this time to turn you around to face the sink and when you looked at him with a question, he just chuckled and kissed your nose. “I want you to watch me fuck you.” He pointed to the mirror on the wall, making you see the state he already had you in, hair a little disheveled, lips swollen and eyes blown. Seonghwa wasn’t fairing any better, you noticed, and you felt some sense of pride in that.
He placed his hands back on your hips and turned you around completely, your back touching his front with your hands bracing yourself against the edge of the sink as he bent you over just enough to make sure he would be able to angle just right, pulling your hips to line up against his own. He was all focus in this moment, hiking your dress up and over your ass and hooking his fingers under the sides of your underwear. He made a hum of approval at seeing the black lace you wore and when he pulled your underwear up and it caught around your swollen bud you could have choked. You were already so sensitive from his earlier ministrations and denial and the action made you close your eyes and tilt your head down as you choked out a guttural moan.
Seonghwa reached forward and put his hand under your chin, pulling you up to look at him in the mirror just then. “I said I want you to watch me fuck you.” He said, so stern and you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear again. You locked your eyes onto him as he hooked his fingers back into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down your thighs until you were fully exposed before him. He made a hum of approval before one of his hands worked their way up and down your slit, one finger entering you again to pump in out before it left you, and you could hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. You didn’t have a good angle to see him fully this way, but you just knew he was impressive from the way you could feel him press into the back into your thigh.
You watched him as he lifted his shirt up some before pulling the condom packet up to his lips and tearing it open, pulling it out before fitting it onto his length. He stroked himself a few times before angling his hips to align his member with your entrance. He looked at you from the reflection of the mirror, eyes dark, before he eased just his tip into you, groaning at the sensation and waiting for you to let him know to continue. When you pushed back into him slightly to take more of him, he held you still before sliding the rest of him inside of you until his hips were pressed flush against your ass.
You moaned at the sensation as he rolled his hips into you, pushing the rest of him inside as far as he could go. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to him and then pulled out fully before pushing back into you, the friction making you moan out loud. He brought a hand to your mouth, covering it to keep you quiet as he continued to move back and forth into you, settling into a steady but quick pace, him grunting out at the feel of you around him.
You tightened your grip on the sink, knuckles turning white as the tightness in your belly came back again. He must have seen you because he snapped his hips to yours harder and you murmured what only could have been a quiet “fuck!” against his palm over your mouth. He tore his other hand away from your waist to move it towards your bud, swirling it in time to his thrusts.
You were already getting close, and in just a few more well timed and hardened thrusts you felt your arousal snap, walls clenching around him as white hot coursed through you and your breathing shuttered, never taking your eyes off of him. He groaned, moving his hand from your mouth to find purchase in your hair and pulling back, not enough to hurt but enough to angle your head back to make you arch more into him, reaching a hand of your own to hold onto his hip, your legs starting to quiver.
His pace quickened, growing sloppy as he chased his own release and causing you to cum a second time before his hips jolted and you could feel him pulsate and finish into the condom. He panted a little, breathing heavier as he pressed his face into your shoulders to steady himself.
When he caught his breath, he pulled out of you slowly, something you were grateful for as you were now oh, so sensitive. Seonghwa helped you stand back up and turned you around to move you over slightly before he removed the condom, tying it up and throwing it away into the nearby bin that occupied the bathroom before he wiped himself off with a tissue, stuffing himself back into his jeans, buttoning them and redoing his belt. He moved to wash his hands, cleaning them off before he pulled your underwear back up your thighs while pulling your dress back down, fixing you back up to look as normal as you could. He chuckled at the lazy smile that adorned your lips and the glazed look in your eyes.
“Are you alright, beautiful?” He asked as he brushed a few stray hairs down back into place on your head, doing what he could to help you feel taken care of.
“I am,” you said, placing a chaste kiss against his lips. “Thank you, that was…incredible.”
“I believe you called me that already tonight.”
“Well, you keep calling me beautiful.” You giggled, until a startled look crossed his features and he laughed with you.
“I just realized I never asked you your name,” he admitted, turning red and moving his face to hide in your neck. “I can’t believe we just did that, and I don’t even know your name.”
You laughed again too, the thought kind of ridiculous, as you ran your fingers through his hair. “My name is y/n and I suppose it’s really nice to meet you.” He hummed, muttering that it was a beautiful name so his moniker for you fit.
A loud sound made you both jump, realizing it was a phone ringing, his specifically. He stepped away from you just a touch to pull it out of his back pocket, looking to see who was calling. You could see him deny the call before typing out a quick message and sending it, assuming he didn’t want to answer with you right there or for fear of them hearing any echoing from the bathroom.
“That was Hongjoong. He’s wondering what’s taking me so long and asking if I’m OK, saying I’ve been gone for a while,” he smiled at you, explaining. It was something he didn’t have to do, but it made you feel warm inside that he wanted to anyway. He came back over to you and ran the back of his knuckles softly across your cheek before pecking your nose, your eyes fluttering softly at the sweet contact. “I should probably be heading back to them, before I make them worry more.”
You nodded, understanding, though feeling a little sad at knowing he had to leave. But you weren’t anything to him, not really, so you knew you didn’t really have the right to expect much more from him. He’d already been enough of a gentleman for the night.
“I don’t want to leave you like this, though,” he started, almost as if could read your thoughts. “Let me finish walking you the rest of the way-”
You cut him off with a shake of your head. “No, it’s fine. I understand, I’m alright.” You smiled at him, letting your fingers graze his as he stood before you. He stilled then, looking a little lost in thought before he asked you a question you never in a million years thought you’d ever hear from him.
“Could I have your number?” He asked, looking nervous suddenly. “I mean, if that’s alright. It’s just, I meant it when I said I enjoyed seeing you and tonight was…well,” he chuckled, replaying the events in his head. “I just would hate to leave and regret not keeping in touch with you.”
You flushed, taken by surprise but shook your head in a yes, pulling your own phone out of your jacket pocket to offer it to him. He took it from you and typed his number in quickly before calling his own phone so he could save your number in his contacts.
He pecked your lips again as a thank you before squeezing your hand and pulling away. “I need to get going, but thank you for a night to remember.” You smiled at him and nodded, still a little dazed. “I’ll contact you; I promise.” And just like that he was unlocking the door, looking out into the hallway to make sure no one was around to see him leave before he turned to give you a small smile and a wave goodbye, giving you time to use the bathroom to clean yourself up some before you left just the same.
You were already outside of the venue and in a cab on the way to your hotel, the city passing by you in a hurry and the sky dark from how late it was in the evening when you heard a ding! come from your phone. Looking down you smiled. Seonghwa had kept true to his word and had sent a message to you, it being as sweet as he had been. With a small smile you read over the words for what felt like a million times while you laid your head against the cool glass of the cab window.
“I think I might dream of you tonight, beautiful.”
You’d wait until you were back in your hotel room to respond to him, and as you laid your head down on the slightly uncomfortable hotel pillow the only thought you had of was the incredible night you had shared with an incredible man.
•••
A week had gone by since you’d met Seonghwa and exchanged numbers, but you felt excited and hopeful. Hopeful of what, you weren’t sure as you didn’t want to jump ahead and assume you two would be anything more than two people who hooked up once at the very least and possibly friends at the very most. The truth of the matter was you barely knew each other. And sure, he’d sent a sweet message after you left the concert venue, and you didn’t go to sleep easy that night, but you were still very much you and he was still very much him; you agonizingly ordinary and him being a world-famous idol. You knew the texts exchanged between the two of you since didn’t change any of that.
The messages the two of you had exchanged, although sweet, hadn’t been anything ridiculously romantic, but they were engaging and a little flirty. They began with good mornings and ended with good nights, how are you’s and did you sleep and eat well? Selfies back and forth a few times with Seonghwa complimenting your hair or makeup that day, and you never failing to notice the styling choices he’d picked out for his schedules followed by him telling you what his stylists had changed and what he had done that day.
He had asked you about what you did for work, you telling him you were an author who was focusing more on article work at the moment while you began work on a novel and he seemed very impressed and asked if he could read it when you finished. You laughed and let him know you’d make sure he received a copy in advance and to that he smiled. The conversation would then lead into his life as an idol, but he didn’t expand on it too much and you understood why, assuming it was because he still didn’t know you well enough and needed to be cautious with his information.
You hadn’t discussed the night you’d shared at all, however, and you assumed maybe it was because he was embarrassed or maybe just didn’t know how to bring it up through a text message, but he hadn’t ignored you and he hadn’t acted indifferent. So that was a good sign, you thought. It was a kind of intimate you preferred, if you were being honest. As much fun as being hot and heavy had been, it was nice to know that seemingly wasn’t the only thing on his mind and he had made it a point to seem interested in you outside of that.
You hadn't been able to stop yourself from wondering what this all meant, your chronic overthinking coming into play and leaving you a questioning mess. As happy as you felt getting to know someone again, it had been a while since you’d done anything like this and you didn’t want to do or say the wrong thing. He’s a famous idol, remember? You thought. I don’t want to pressure him or make this into anything more than friends if that’s not what he’s interested in. You’d known that some companies forbade their idols from dating, and while you knew his company didn’t have a dating ban on them, that didn’t mean that was what he was after in all of this. You could simply just be two lonely souls finding solace in each other. You didn’t think you’d mind that, either.
You sipped at your coffee once you made it into your office that morning, taking in the view from the street below. You definitely were overthinking this. “I need more friends.” You mumbled. Shaking your head, you zoned out and tried to shut your brain off so you could enjoy the rest of your morning before you got back into your work. Your editor had given you a new deadline since you came up short in your last meeting, but the words had been harder to come by lately with inspiration lacking. She’d chided you but you couldn’t really blame her. You groaned in annoyance, the coffee and view not providing much of anything for you at the moment. If I can’t get anything done today Sophie’s going to chastise me for the rest of the week, you thought.
A ding! from your phone brought you out of your reverie as you stared out of your office window, not expecting a text at this time from anyone as you were usually left alone in your office space to focus. You were pleasantly surprised to see it was Seonghwa as he’d let you know the day before that they’d safely made it back to Korea, sweetly telling you that the time difference and his upcoming busy schedule may hinder him texting as often as he had been. You didn’t mind of course, but it was still nice of him to think about you. You honestly thought maybe he’d act like nothing happened once he made it back home, so getting a text from him was a nice surprise, though, having noted the time difference.
Picking up your phone, you swiped it open and looked at the text he’d sent you. You smiled, looking at the message and following emoji’s.
[Seonghwa]: Goodnight, beautiful ❤️ How are you this morning? I hope you got enough rest last night and ate something delicious for breakfast 😊
[Y/N]: I did, thank you! Sipping on my coffee now ☺️☺️ I’m surprised you’re up so late, though. Are you not sleeping well? You're not having trouble getting any rest, are you?
[Seonghwa]: I’m fine, I promise lol I just haven't stopped to sleep yet and have been thinking about you all day is all, so I wanted to message you when I knew you’d be awake.
[Y/N]: Oh? Well, I’m always happy to talk to you. 😊
[Seonghwa]: Hm…can I FaceTime you, maybe? I’d like to see you, if you’re not too busy working.
Your face flushed and you looked into the desktop mirror you had in your office, fixing your hair and making sure you didn’t look too tired or disheveled before texting him back and saying yes, thanking whatever powers may be that you thought to throw on some light makeup this morning before you left your apartment. This would be the first time you had video called each other since you’ve been messaging, and you suddenly felt nervous. You typed a yes in a quick reply. The chirpy jingle you had set as Seonghwa's ringtone in your phone started to go off as soon as you’d said yes and he’d read the message, and you answered it just as quickly, almost dropping your phone in your haste.
When Seonghwa appeared on the screen he shifted up in what you assumed was his bed, pulling his comforter down some so you could see him better. Even wearing just a white tank and barefaced, hair messy with his bangs covering his brow, he looked like a dream. He smiled at you, holding his phone up with one hand and giving you a small little wave of his fingers with the other. Cheeks reddening even more, you couldn’t do anything except smile and wave back at him, a little giggle leaving your lips.
“Hi,” he said, voice smooth and quiet.
“Hi,” you repeated back to him, a lazy smile on your lips. “You look comfy. I’m a little jealous.”
He chuckled, a little pained looking smile crossing his features. “I’m sorry, this is probably rude of me since you have to be awake and working right now.”
“No, no,” you started, waving a hand at him dismissively. “We have a pretty large time difference, so it’s understandable. Plus, I enjoy my work, so I’m not complaining. I’ll get to lay down and tease you later tonight while you're up anyway, so we can be even then.”
He laughed at that, nodding his head in agreement. “You can tease me as much as you’d like later, if you want,” he said, a smirk on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind, anyway.”
You raised an eyebrow at that, the conversation suddenly feeling less like an innocent call and you wondered briefly if he’d had other intentions behind it or if it was just harmless flirting that made him say that.
Seonghwa stared at you for a moment, the quietness not seeming to bother him. He seemed content to just look at you, but when he shifted back in his bed to lay down some, pulling the covers a little higher, you noticed the faint blush that had spread across his tanned cheeks, the soft light from his bedside lamp casting an almost ethereal glow to his skin. He looked so good like this, you thought, and then you realized that you really wanted to see if you could make his skin flush even more.
“What wouldn’t you mind?” You asked in a whisper, moving to sit down in your chair at your desk, your head cocked to the side.
His attention was fully on you as his eyes followed your lips, eyes closing after you spoke and letting out a hum. “I think you know.” He said, eyes opening to bore into your own.
“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I don’t know. I’d like you tell me, Seonghwa…if you want to.”
“I’d like to see you again. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our night together.” He spoke. “It’s not something I usually do, but it felt…right. And…” The next part of his statement came out in a whisper. “I want to feel my fingers on your skin again.”
You could see he was a little shy admitting this and you understood, this being out of your comfort zone as well. But he was right, it didn’t feel wrong and you did feel comfortable with him. Maybe sex on the first meeting does that, but it was nice enough anyhow and you wanted to see him again too. You weren’t sure when you’d be able to since you were in two different countries right now, so you wondered if you could make this call count for something. Something about him still being a kind of stranger to you made it feel very daring and you were so very into it.
“If you were here right now…” You started, putting your phone on the stand on your desk so you could lean your head on your hand, a lazy smirk crossing your lips. “What would you like to do?”
He sighed, closing his eyes again. “I’d kiss you, first. That’s what I’ve been wanting to do again the most.” He whispered. “Then I’d take you right on that desk you’re leaning on.” He opened his eyes, and you could see his pupils were blown wide.
A quiet groan left your lips, and you could feel heat pool in your center. You wanted him just as much right now as you did a week ago and wanted to make sure he knew it. Leaning back into your chair you slowly unbuttoned the top buttons of your blouse, letting the semi-sheer material fall open to expose the top of your chest. With one hand you traced the top of your breasts while the other sat on top of the table. His eyes flicked down to your hand and he watched with bated breath.
“Is this ok?” You asked, wanting to make sure you weren’t crossing any lines. This was uncharted territory and you wanted to make sure he was comfortable.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Touch yourself for me, beautiful.”
Tracing your hand over the swell of your breast you kept your eyes on his before moving your hand down into the bralette you were wearing, toying with your nipple. The stimulation felt nice and you let out a soft moan at the sensation before you undid the rest of the buttons on your blouse, letting it fall all the way open. Moving your other hand to your stomach you let it graze lazily across your skin, knowing it gave him a nice show.
“Take your shirt off for me.” He said with a commanding tone in his voice. You stopped your movements and turned to close the blinds that hung open on your window to give yourselves some privacy, but he stopped you. “Leave them open, beautiful. You don’t have any reason to be shy.” Your breath caught in your throat and you turned back towards him, feeling like you just learned a new kink of his. That might come in handy later, you thought. Your shirt came off then, you pulling it off of your arms and setting it off to the side of your desk. He homed in on your bralette and made a hum of approval, enjoying seeing you displayed for him.
“What would you like me to do now?” You asked.
“Take off your bra.”
And you did just that, removing it one strap at a time and letting them hang on your shoulders while you undid the clasp in the middle, pulling it off of you. You set it aside with your shirt, never letting your eyes leave his. He looked down at your breasts and let out of a soft groan while you moved your hands back to your breasts to fondle them and tease your nipples again. You could hear both of your breathing beginning to quicken slightly and you tilted your head back on your chair, letting your eyes shut so you could focus on your movements.
Once the stimulation became too much and at the same time not enough you drug one hand down the center of your chest, trailing it across your stomach and dipping the tips of your fingers into the waistband of your skirt. Seonghwa breathed out loud and you opened your eyes to look at him, not wanting to miss even a second of the look on his face.
“Don’t stop, beautiful.” He groaned out; voice laced with lust. "Keep going for me."
Heat pooled in your center at his command and he had your rapt attention. The flush to his skin had grown larger and when he bit his bottom lip into his mouth you wished you could jump through the screen and take it into your own, wanting nothing more than to swallow the groan he’d let out. The rustle of the comforter brought you back to attention and when you realized what he was doing you flushed again. You couldn’t see exactly, but the motion of his arm back and forth in a slow manner made it an easy guess.
“Is this ok?” He asked you this time as he stroked himself, offering the same consideration you’d given him.
“It’s more than ok,” you breathed out.
“I want to see you.”
Stopping, you pulled your fingertips out of your waistband and angled the phone down a little more knowing what he meant without him having to say it. You pushed your chair back a little, parting your legs just enough to give him a peak at your underwear underneath your skirt. His breath hitched, not knowing what you’d been wearing but the sight of the soft blue fabric made him stutter in his movements.
“Do you want me to keep touching myself?” He didn’t answer right away, caught up in his pleasure and taking the sight of you in. “Hwa,” you said, sounding more insistent, wanting to touch yourself too but almost wanting his permission before you continued. “Answer me, please.”
“Yes,” he choked out, his movements increasing just a touch. “Please touch yourself for me.”
He kept his eyes on your hands and watched as you coasted them up the tops of your legs, pulling your skirt up along with them. You then ghosted your fingertips along the inside of your thighs and moved them up until you reached your center, toying with the fabric of your underwear before you pulled it aside to run a finger up and along your slit, feeling how wet you already were. Eyes closed and mouth open, you pushed a finger inside, hooking it into you to hit the spot that drove you crazy, pushing in and out before adding a second finger. A moan left your lips, and you could feel your heart rate quicken as you rubbed your swollen bud with the palm of your hand, adding to the friction and building pressure inside of you.
Seonghwa groaned at the sight of you pleasuring yourself and he quickened his own movements to match your own, wanting to feel in sync with you as much as he was allowed. “Don’t stop, beautiful. You're doing so well for me.” He moaned out loud, head rolling back to rest on his headboard, breathing become labored. “I want you to cum for me.”
Whimpering at what he’d said you quickened your pace, applying more pressure to your bud. You were close already, knowing how to get yourself to your own release, and you wanted nothing more than to do exactly what he’d asked of you, the video call only adding to the erotic nature of what you were doing together.
“I’m close, Hwa.”
His breathing stuttered and from looking at him through half lidded eyes you could see he was too, face as flushed as it could be with a sheen of sweat across his brow. He opened his eyes to look at you, head still leaned back and the rubber band inside of you snapped and you came hard and with a startled gasp.
“Fuck, I-” Seonghwa started, his movements faltering as his own release followed yours, the sight of you coming undone for him too much.
Both of your breathing was labored as you came down from the highs of your releases, chests heaving slightly. You took one look at each other and started to giggle, not believing yourselves.
"Did we really just do that like a couple of horny teenagers?" You said, laughing and shaking your head. He laughed at this and nodded a yes, not entirely believing it himself.
"I haven't done this in years," he said, a smile on his lips.
Your eyes crinkled with a silent laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You asked him to hang on a moment as you got dressed again and fixed your underwear, letting Seonghwa know you were going to go clean up and that you’d be right back. He hummed and nodded, saying he was going to do the same.
When you both were finished, you got back on the video and smiled lazily at each other. He was back in bed, laid all the way down and on his side with his comforter pulled up and over his chin. He looked cute like this. You laid your head down on your arms, your upper half sprawled out on your desk and you looked at him for a minute or two before he chuckled and spoke up.
“What are you thinking about over there?”
“Oh, just how I feel lucky to have met you last week.” You said, smiling at him. “And how you look very cute right now.”
“Just cute? Not devilishly handsome?” He asked with a smirk you couldn't see but could hear in the tone of his voice. “I suppose I can live with that.” Silence followed his words, not uncomfortable or awkward but just quiet and nice. The moment allowed you to just take each other in and enjoy the company you both offered each other. With a sigh he was the first to break the quiet. “We’re coming back to your country in a few weeks…” He started, sounding a little nervous. “I’d like to see you and maybe take you out on a date while we’re there, if that sounds like something you’d be interested in.”
Your eyes widened. When you didn’t say anything right away, he drew back in on himself, telling you that he hadn’t meant to pressure you if you weren’t interested or were busy then.
“No, no,” you said, shaking your head at his words. “I’m sorry, I was just surprised. I didn’t expect you back so soon or, really, I didn’t expect you at all, I guess. I wasn’t sure if you would want to see me again, honestly.” You said with an embarrassed smile. “But yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Good, I can plan something out then.” He said from under the top of his comforter. “It’ll be nice to see you. I’m excited.”
“I am too. You’ll have to let me know when you’ll be here. Maybe I can help plan.”
“Hm, I can do that. We don’t have all of the details yet, but I’ll make sure to tell you when I know something more.”
You nodded, looking at the time on your phone next. “It’s really late there now, isn’t it? I hope I didn’t keep you up too long.”
He waved you off, shaking his head. “I asked to call you, remember? And it was more than worth it, so I think I’ll be fine. But I should probably go now. We have an early schedule tomorrow and training to do.” He sighed.
“That’s OK, you go to sleep and get some rest. We can always pick this up another time.”
“I can call you again when it’s late there and say goodnight, if you’d like me to.”
“I would, very much.” You grinned, nodding your head in a yes.
“Then it’s a date. I’ll see you later, beautiful. I promise.”
You said your goodbyes and ended the video, already feeling sad that it was over but that feeling being replaced with a giddiness at the thought that he’d be here again in a few weeks. Now you had something to look forward to, and with a newly charged energy you logged back into your computer and got some much-needed work done, all the while thinking that perhaps you’d finally found some inspiration.
Seonghwa would, once again, keep his promise and call you that night. And although you didn’t repeat your earlier ministrations you did speak about his day and told him all of what you’d gotten done at work earlier. It was a nice comfortable feeling and you fell asleep on the phone with him before he mumbled a quiet cute, whispered good night one last time and hung up, sending you a cute message to wake up to later. A few weeks couldn’t come fast enough.