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"Next time you attempt to suggest such nonsense, let me know beforehand, and I'll be tempted to fucking strangle you," Saeran murmured while rolling his mint green eyes. Why was he stuck with these two airheads? Shouldn't they have been married and gone on their honeymoon by now? Leaving Saeran alone for some time, in peace? But, of course, Saeyoung had the audacious idea to get married on a space station, and he was genuinely saving up with MC. Such idiots, yet undeniably perfect for each other.

Saeyoung's grin widened as he placed his free hand on Saeran's shoulder, his other hand intertwined with MC's. "I merely wished to spend time with my two most cherished people in this world – my dear fiancée and my other half, my twin. After everything we've been through, I believed a vacation would benefit us all."

Yes, after everything they had endured. Frankly, Saeran had anticipated landing straight in jail after his escape from Mint Eye. Yet, here he was, embarking on an ordinary train journey with his brother and sister-in-law. Life was surreal.

He sighed, his fingers combing through his reddish vermilion hair. Being amidst a crowd still felt unfamiliar, and he harbored a hidden fear of erupting in anger or harming those around him. His hair had reverted to its natural color, but each time he glanced in a mirror, those pair of mint green eyes served as a relentless reminder of all the missteps he had taken. This wasn't a pleasant predicament.

As the train's boarding announcement echoed through the station, Saeyoung playfully tugged at MC's hand, pulling her towards the open doors. "Come on, love, the adventure awaits!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

MC chuckled, glancing back at Saeran. "You coming, Saeran? Or are you planning to stand there and critique our choice of vacation spots?"

Saeran rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, of course, I wouldn't want to miss out on the thrill of being stuck on a train with you two for hours," he retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

Saeyoung's grin widened. "See, even grumpy ol' Saeran can't resist the allure of quality sibling time."

As the doors began to close, Saeyoung and MC managed to slip on board just in time. Saeran shook his head, half amused and half exasperated, as the train slowly started moving. He watched them, the sight of his twin brother and his partner bickering and laughing together a strange comfort he never thought he'd find.

His thoughts drifted to the past, the darkness he had emerged from, and the redemption he was striving for. He'd come a long way, and being surrounded by the sheer audacity of his brother's schemes and MC's unwavering support was a testament to the unexpected turns life could take.

As he walked to his seat, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Vacation, huh? As if I don't have enough lunacy in my life already."

The train's gentle rumble filled the air as the passengers settled into their seats. Saeran's eyes remained fixed on the passing landscape outside the window, his expression a mixture of annoyance and boredom. He shifted in his seat, not bothering to hide his exasperation as he observed Saeyoung and MC bustling about, clearly excited by the journey.

"Isn't this just a grand adventure, Saeran?" Saeyoung grinned, leaning against the compartment door. "The three of us on a train, like a team of secret agents!"

Saeran rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "More like a team of overgrown children."

As the day turned into evening, the cabin lights flickered on, casting a warm glow throughout the carriage. Saeyoung and MC returned to their seats, but not for long. Their excitement was palpable as they grabbed their backpacks and headed out for a little exploration.

"Come on, Saeran, you're not going to just sit here, are you?" MC teased, glancing back at him.

Saeran's only response was a noncommittal grunt as he stretched out in his seat, making himself as comfortable as he could.

Left alone, he watched the passing shadows outside the window, the monotony of the journey doing little to quell his irritation. Just as he was beginning to resign himself to a long night of solitude, a small piece of paper fluttered down and landed at his feet. He glanced down and picked up the forgotten train ticket.

"Nice catch," a voice chimed from beside him.

He turned his head to find a girl sitting next to him, her lips curled into an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about that. It seems my ticket had a mind of its own."

Saeran's lips curved into a sarcastic grin. "Well, congratulations. Your ticket made it to the most captivating spot in the entire train."

She chuckled, undeterred by his sharp demeanor. "Guess I'll have to be more careful next time."

He shrugged, his gaze returning to the window. "Or maybe just hope for a more exciting spot to land."

The girl's laughter lingered in the air, a hint of amusement coloring her voice. "You've got quite the sense of humor."

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Saeran retorted, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

She smirked, leaning back in her seat. "Well, you're certainly a tough crowd."

He raised an eyebrow. "And you're certainly persistent."

She extended her hand, a playful challenge in her gaze. "I'm Y/N. Let's see if I can crack that tough exterior of yours."

Saeran regarded her hand with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. After a moment, he tentatively shook it. "Saeran. Good luck with that."

"Challenge accepted," she quipped, her smile unwavering.

As the train journey continued, Saeran found himself engaging in an unexpected conversation with Y/N. Her persistence and wit managed to chip away at his tough exterior, sparking a dialogue that was a far cry from the silence he had initially sought.

"So, Saeran," Y/N began, her gaze shifting from the passing scenery to his face, "what brings you on this train ride?"

He sighed, his eyes lingering on the landscape outside. "My brother and his fiancée's idea of a 'grand adventure.'"

Y/N chuckled softly. "And you're not a fan of this particular adventure?"

"Let's just say I have a lower tolerance for chaos and a higher tolerance for solitude," he replied, his lips quirking into a half-smile.

She tilted her head, studying him with a thoughtful expression. "But isn't life more interesting with a bit of chaos?"

Saeran arched an eyebrow. "Interesting, maybe. But also considerably more exasperating."

"True, true," Y/N conceded, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But sometimes, those chaotic moments turn into the best memories."

His gaze flickered to her butterfly necklace, the delicate pendant catching his attention. "Speaking of memories, what's the story behind that necklace?"

Y/N's fingers instinctively went to the pendant, her smile softening. "It's a reminder of a promise," she said, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "A promise to always embrace change and transformation, just like a butterfly."

Saeran's interest was piqued. "And who did you make this promise to?"

Her eyes held a distant look. "To myself, mostly. Life has its way of throwing unexpected challenges our way, and sometimes, we have to adapt and transform to survive."

He found himself oddly captivated by her words, his mind wandering to his own journey of transformation. "I can relate to that," he admitted, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in his tone.

Y/N nodded understandingly. "We all have our struggles, our moments of darkness. But they don't define us; they're just a part of the journey."

Saeran's eyes remained fixed on the passing landscape outside the window, but his attention was drawn back to Y/N when she cleared her throat, breaking the silence between them.

"So, Saeran," Y/N began, her tone light yet curious, "what do you usually do when you're not getting dragged into your brother's goddamn schemes?"

He gave her a sideways glance, his expression a mix of skepticism and amusement. "Oh, you know, the usual. Brood, scowl, and contemplate the goddamn pointlessness of existence."

Y/N laughed softly, not intimidated by his brash demeanor. "Sounds like a real fucking party. And here I thought my job as a therapist was intense."

Saeran raised an eyebrow. "A therapist, huh? I can already tell you've got your fucking work cut out for you with that career choice."

She smirked, undeterred by his attitude. "You have no goddamn idea."

He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "Oh, I have plenty of goddamn ideas. People come to you with their problems, and you're supposed to have the fucking answers, right?"

Y/N's lips quirked into a playful smile. "Well, I like to think of it as guiding them to find their own goddamn answers."

He snorted. "Sounds like a cop-out."

She tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. "It's actually quite fucking effective. Besides, not everyone can be as self-reliant as you, Mr. Saeran."

He gave her a skeptical look. "You really think you can figure me the fuck out?"

Y/N chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of challenge and warmth. "Oh, I don't doubt that you're a puzzle, Saeran. But I'm up for the fucking challenge."

He smirked, clearly amused by her tenacity. "We'll see about that."

As the train continued its rhythmic journey, the topic shifted to Y/N's own life. She leaned back comfortably, a hint of contentment in her expression. "You know, this vacation wasn't just about enjoying the scenery for me. It's a little break before I dive into my new goddamn job as a therapist at the hospital."

Saeran's eyebrow quirked up. "So, you're going to be the expert on people's problems, huh?"

She shrugged, a light-hearted smile on her lips. "More like the listener. Sometimes people just need someone to listen without fucking judgment."

He snorted. "And you're going to do that?"

Y/N's gaze held a trace of seriousness. "I'll certainly fucking try. Everyone deserves a chance to be heard."

Saeran's expression softened ever so slightly, though he quickly masked it with a cynical smirk. "And what about you, huh? You've got problems too, therapist."

She chuckled, not taking offense at his blunt comment. "Oh, of course. But I've learned that sometimes it's easier to help others navigate their struggles than it is to fucking address your own."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "And what are your struggles, then?"

Y/N's smile became introspective. "Well, for one, I'm a newly graduated therapist, about to embark on a career where I'll be helping others through their challenges. It's a bit ironic, don't you fucking think? I'm stepping into this role while still figuring out how to navigate my own goddamn life."

Saeran observed her for a moment, his usual guard momentarily slipping. "You're just as messed up as the rest of us, huh?"

Her smile was both understanding and gentle. "Perhaps. But maybe that's what makes us goddamn human."

He snorted, a mix of disbelief and begrudging agreement in his eyes. "You therapists and your endless fucking wisdom."

Y/N laughed softly. "It comes with the fucking territory. But trust me, it's a lot messier behind the scenes."

He glanced out the window again, his expression contemplative. "You're not wrong."

As the train continued its journey, Saeran found himself engaged in an unexpected and surprisingly candid conversation with Y/N. Her ability to see beyond his sarcasm and aggression intrigued him, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of connection with someone outside of his brother and MC.

Y/N's yawn broke the rhythm of their banter, and she stretched her arms overhead, her fatigue finally catching up to her. "Well, as much as I'm enjoying this riveting conversation, I think I'm going to call it a goddamn night."

Saeran raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Tired already, huh?"

She nodded, a playful smile on her lips. "Yeah, it's not as easy as it looks, trying to crack through your tough exterior."

He scoffed, his lips curving into a half-smirk. "You're not wrong. I'm a real hard nut to crack."

She stood up, gathering her belongings. "Challenge accepted, remember?"

As she made her way to the compartment door, he called out, his voice laced with sarcasm, "Just remember, I'm not paying for any of the therapy sessions you're about to need."

Y/N laughed, glancing back at him. "Don't worry, Saeran. I think I'll survive."

With a sigh, Y/N closed the compartment door behind her, leaving Saeran alone with his thoughts. She walked down the aisle, the rhythmic swaying of the train soothing her tired mind. As she reached her own compartment, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Meanwhile, Saeran made his way to MC and Saeyoung's compartment. He entered without knocking, his eyes landing on his twin brother sprawled out on one of the seats, his laptop in front of him. MC sat beside him, engrossed in a book.

Saeyoung looked up, a grin spreading across his face. "Ah, the prodigal twin returns! Did the mysterious girl finally manage to crack through that tough exterior of yours?"

Saeran rolled his eyes, ignoring Saeyoung's teasing. "Shut the fuck up, Saeyoung."

MC chuckled, setting her book aside. "Come on, Saeran. Join us. We were just having a quiet evening."

Saeran hesitated for a moment, his usual wariness giving way to a reluctant curiosity. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside.

Saeyoung wiggled his eyebrows. "You know, we were just discussing how much you secretly love spending time with us."

Saeran scoffed. "Yeah, right. Keep dreaming."

MC grinned. "So, what's the verdict on this girl? Survived her company?"

Saeran leaned back, crossing his arms. "Surprisingly less annoying than I expected."

Saeyoung nudged MC with his elbow. "See, I told you he secretly loves us."

Saeran shot them both a withering glare. "I don't love anyone. Least of all, you two idiots."

MC's laughter filled the compartment, a warm and comforting sound. "You might not admit it, but I think you've come a long way, Saeran."

He didn't respond, his gaze distant as he watched the passing lights.

Saeyoung's grin softened into a smile. "Hey, no need for deep thoughts tonight. We're on vacation, remember?"

Saeran grunted, his guard still firmly in place. "Yeah, yeah. Vacation."

As the evening progressed, the laughter and conversation in MC and Saeyoung's compartment gradually subsided. The train's rhythmic movement and the gentle rumble of the tracks seemed to lull them into a state of calm.

Saeran pushed himself up from his seat, his eyes lingering on the scene before him. Despite his resistance, he had to admit that the company of his twin brother and MC was strangely comforting. With a quiet nod, he stood up.

"Alright, I've had enough of this nonsense," he muttered, his voice a mix of irritation and reluctant fondness.

Saeyoung grinned, leaning back in his seat. "Aww, leaving so soon?"

MC chuckled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "It's been nice having you around, Saeran."

He scowled at them both. "Don't get used to it. I'll be back in my own compartment."

Saeyoung saluted mockingly. "Roger that, Mr. Grumpy."

With a roll of his eyes, Saeran made his way to the door. "Yeah, yeah. Just remember to keep the noise down."

MC waved him off. "We'll try our best not to disrupt your peaceful solitude."

As he stepped out of the compartment and closed the door behind him, a strange mixture of emotions washed over Saeran. He couldn't deny that a small part of him was grateful for the companionship, even if he would never admit it out loud.

Making his way down the narrow aisle, he finally reached his own compartment. The familiarity of the space greeted him, and he closed the door with a sense of both relief and introspection.

The soft glow of the compartment's light revealed a bed, and he found himself drawn to it. With a sigh, he sank onto the mattress, the comfort of the bed a stark contrast to the turbulence of his thoughts.

Alone once again, he found himself staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. The events of the day, the unexpected conversations, and the fleeting connections had left an imprint on him. It was a reminder that life had a way of surprising even the most guarded of hearts.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of the train and the memories of the day to drift through his mind. The gentle swaying of the train and the rhythmic clatter of the tracks created a soothing backdrop, gradually lulling him into a state of relaxation.

The soft glow of the compartment's light bathed Saeran in a dim ambiance as he lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Despite the comfortable mattress beneath him, he couldn't shake off the restlessness that seemed to have settled in.

He shifted on the bed, trying to find a fucking comfortable position. "God damn it," he muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable.

His mind buzzed with a jumble of thoughts—the day's conversations, the unexpected camaraderie, and the memories that seemed to have resurfaced.

He sighed, frustration gnawing at him. "Why can't I just shut off my goddamn brain?"

It was as if the quiet of the night had given his mind the goddamn freedom to wander, to dive into territories he had tried so hard to lock away.

Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself into sleep, to let the rhythmic swaying of the train carry him away. But his mind was a labyrinth of thoughts, each fucking corner illuminated with fragments of his past and the complexities of his present.

"Why does everything have to be so goddamn complicated?" he muttered, his frustration growing.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. Memories of Mint Eye and his time there played like vivid goddamn snapshots in his mind. The pain, the confusion, and the lingering scars—it was all still there, buried beneath the surface.

He glanced at the small digital clock on the compartment wall. The time seemed to fucking taunt him, each passing second a reminder of his inability to find peace in the quiet of the night.

With a goddamn resigned sigh, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through his hair, a mixture of frustration and fatigue washing over him.

"Fuck this," he muttered, his voice dripping with irritation.

The compartment felt suffocating, and he needed some fresh air. Saeran stood up, his movements purposeful yet restless. He pulled on a jacket, not bothering to tie his fucking shoes, and quietly opened the compartment door.

The corridor outside was dimly lit, the soft glow of the train's interior lights guiding his way. He walked down the narrow aisle, his steps quiet as he navigated through the sleeping passengers.

Eventually, he reached the end of the carriage and found the door to the space between train cars. The night air hit him, cool and refreshing against his skin. He stepped out onto the small balcony area, gripping the railing with both fucking hands.

The wind ruffled his hair, and he closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to ground him. The rhythmic clatter of the tracks below provided a steady goddamn backdrop, a reminder that life continued to move forward, regardless of his struggles.

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his tension easing slightly as he focused on the vastness of the universe.

In the stillness of the night, he felt a sense of clarity that had eluded him earlier. The past was a part of him, but it didn't fucking define him. The scars and mistakes were a reminder of how far he had come, of the strength it had taken to emerge from the darkness.

His thoughts drifted to Y/N, to their conversation and the way she had seen through his tough exterior. Maybe there was something to her goddamn persistence after all.

He closed his eyes, his mind clearing like a fog lifting. The weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter, the restless energy subsiding.

"Maybe it's time to stop fucking running from the past," he mused, a touch of resignation in his voice.

As the wind rustled his hair and the rhythmic clatter of the tracks echoed in the background, Saeran stood on the small balcony, lost in his thoughts. The night sky stretched out above him, a vast canvas of stars that seemed to hold both answers and mysteries.

His gaze remained fixed on the stars, his mind a whirlwind of reflections and introspection. The weight of his past was still there, but somehow, standing here, he felt a newfound sense of acceptance.

With a sigh, Saeran's fingers brushed against the pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket. He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts conflicting, before he finally pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. The package was worn, the edges softened by time and use.

He turned the cigarette between his fingers, his gaze focused on the glowing ember at the end. The soft flicker of the lighter illuminated his face as he brought it to the cigarette's tip. The tiny flame danced before settling into a steady burn. Saeran inhaled deeply, the end of the cigarette glowing red as he took in the smoke.

A sense of familiarity washed over him as the smoke filled his lungs. It was a ritual he had grown accustomed to—a moment of solitude and introspection amidst the chaos of his thoughts. He leaned against the balcony's railing, his gaze distant as he exhaled slowly. The plume of smoke curled upwards, disappearing into the night air.

The act was both a habit and a moment of contemplation—a way to focus his thoughts and find a semblance of calm. The bitter taste of tobacco mingled with the cool night air, creating a unique sensory experience that was oddly comforting.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

The voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned to find Y/N standing there. She wore a jacket, her hair tousled by the wind. There was a quiet understanding in her eyes, as if she knew exactly why he was out here.

Saeran took another drag from his cigarette, the ember brightening as he inhaled. The smoke curled around his fingers, a temporary escape from the thoughts that had been swirling in his mind. "Guess we're both fucked when it comes to sleep."

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound carrying a touch of amusement. "Seems that way. Mind if I join you?"

He shook his head, gesturing to the space beside him. "Knock yourself out."

Y/N leaned against the railing, her gaze fixed on the night sky. "It's quite a view, isn't it?"

Saeran grunted in agreement, his eyes lingering on the stars. "Yeah, I guess."

The silence that settled between them wasn't uncomfortable. The soft glow of the cigarette in Saeran's hand matched the distant stars above, creating a quiet harmony between man and universe.

"Sometimes, it's good to get away from it all," Y/N mused, her voice soft, almost lost in the whisper of the wind. "Even if it's just for a little while."

Saeran nodded, his attention divided between the stars and the glow of his cigarette. He took another drag, the smoke swirling around him like a fleeting memory. "Yeah, I suppose."

Saeran raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, therapist, are you in a relationship too? Found someone to put up with your goddamn quirks?"

Y/N chuckled, not fazed by his sarcastic tone. "Oh, you mean like your twin brother who's engaged?"

Saeran's smirk widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, exactly. Just wondering if you're as unlucky in love as he is."

Y/N's laughter lingered in the air as she shook her head. "Nope, not quite. I'm pretty much single."

He leaned against the railing, his smirk turning into a cocky grin. "Really? Surprising, considering how charming you are."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, spare me the sarcasm, Saeran."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Just stating the obvious."

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well then, Mr. Obvious, what about you? Any special someone in your life?"

Saeran's expression turned guarded for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Then, he leaned in slightly, his cocky grin returning. "Oh, you know, I'm a real catch. Can't keep the ladies away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, I'm sure they're all lining up for a chance to win your heart."

He smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, it's a goddamn tragedy, really."

Their banter continued, the familiar rhythm of their conversation a surprising comfort. As they exchanged playful jabs and sarcastic remarks, a strange camaraderie seemed to solidify between them, a connection forged in the late-night silence.

The night air grew cooler, the moon casting a soft glow over the landscape. Saeran's cigarette had burned down to a stub, and he flicked the remains off the balcony.

Y/N glanced at him, her smile warm and genuine. "You know, for someone who claims to hate people, you're not that bad to be around."

Saeran's smirk softened into a half-smile, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah, well, don't let it get to your head."

She chuckled, her laughter carrying a touch of fondness. "Wouldn't dream of it."

As the night wore on, their conversation shifted to lighter topics, their guards gradually lowering as they shared stories and exchanged perspectives. The balcony had become their own little sanctuary—a space where they could be themselves, no judgments, no pretenses.

The train's gentle rumble and the whisper of the wind created a soothing backdrop, a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, there were moments of tranquility to be found.

As they stood on the balcony, the night air seemed to carry a palpable tension between them. Y/N let out a quiet sigh, her gaze focused on the distant lights that blurred into a sea of colors. After a moment, she turned her attention to Saeran, her expression a mix of contemplation and longing.

"You know what I'm missing?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a touch of wistfulness.

Saeran raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What?"

She hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. "I fucking miss going on dates, watching movies, laughing with someone special."

A knowing smile tugged at the corner of Saeran's lips. "Ah, you mean having a boyfriend."

Y/N chuckled, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. "Yeah, exactly. You caught me."

He leaned against the railing, his gaze focused on her. "You're not the only one who misses shit."

She tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes. "Oh? What do you miss?"

His lips curved into a half-smirk. "Kisses."

Y/N's eyes widened, surprised by his blunt honesty. "Kisses?"

He nodded, a hint of seriousness in his gaze. "Especially the goddamn long ones. The passionate ones."

The tension in the air seemed to thicken as their words hung between them, the unspoken desires echoing in the night. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as Saeran's gaze held hers.

"Kisses?" he repeated, his voice a low murmur that seemed to send shivers down her spine.

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the railing. "Yeah, kisses."

The air around them seemed to vibrate with a shared yearning, the connection between them growing more intense by the second. Saeran's mint green eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

"Kisses," he echoed, the word laden with a mixture of tension and desire.

The electricity in the air was almost palpable, the pull between them undeniable. But just as the moment seemed to reach its climax, Saeran's voice cut through the charged atmosphere.

"Anyway, I think I've had enough of this fresh air for one night. I'm calling it a fucking night."

Y/N blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. "Oh, uh, yeah. Me too."

They both stepped away from the railing, and the spell that had enveloped them began to dissipate. They walked towards the aisle that led to their separate compartments, the tension from the balcony still lingering in the air.

As Saeran quickly entered his compartment and closed the door, he let out an expletive under his breath. He had been so close to giving in to the magnetic pull between them, but he wasn't ready to cross that line just yet. How could he? He was a monster, he was still going to rehab, he was not normal like others.

He grit his teeth, a surge of frustration coursing through him as he paced within the confines of his compartment. His heart pounded erratically, and his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He knew he should have kept his goddamn mouth shut, maintained his distance, but the intensity of their shared moment on the balcony had shaken him to his core.

As Saeran paced within the confines of his compartment, his frustration grew into a volatile mix of anger and desire. He clenched his fists, his heart still racing from their encounter on the balcony. He knew that getting involved with someone, especially someone like Y/N, was a goddamn disaster waiting to happen. He was a mess, a broken piece of a puzzle that didn't fit, and he didn't want to drag her down with him.

But despite his internal turmoil, he couldn't shake the images of her from his mind—the way her eyes held a mixture of longing and uncertainty, the softness of her laughter, the spark of connection they had shared. It was infuriating how she managed to get under his skin with just a few words and a goddamn smile.

He let out another curse, his frustration boiling over. "God fucking damn it," he muttered, his voice laced with a bitter edge.

Without warning, he swung open the door of his compartment, his gaze piercing the corridor as he sought out Y/N. And there she was, still standing in front of his compartment, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

Saeran's lips curled into a cynical smirk. "You little goddamn minx. Can't stay away, huh?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance in her eyes. "I, uh, just wanted to make sure you didn't trip over your own anger."

He chuckled darkly, a hint of aggression in his gaze. "Oh, how thoughtful of you."

She raised an eyebrow, her playfulness returning in full force. "Well, someone has to keep an eye on you."

He stepped forward, his demeanor shifting from sarcastic to something more intense. His gaze locked onto hers, a mix of challenge and something deeper that he couldn't quite define. "And what if I don't need anyone keeping an eye on me?"

Y/N's gaze held his, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Maybe you don't. But that doesn't mean I can't be here."

He closed the distance between them, his movements purposeful and his expression unapologetic. His fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the aggression that simmered just beneath the surface. "You're fucking fearless, aren't you?"

She met his gaze head-on, her eyes unwavering. "Fearless? No. Stubborn? Definitely."

A low, almost dangerous chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Stubborn, huh?"

Before she could respond, his grip tightened slightly, and he pulled her inside his compartment, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Come here."

(I recommend listening to this while reading from now on) 

He closed the door behind them with a swift movement, the click of the latch echoing in the small space. In a sudden, bold move, he closed the distance between them, his body pressed against hers as he pinned her to the door. His eyes bore into hers, intense and unyielding, a storm of emotions raging beneath the surface.

"You little goddamn minx," he muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and frustration. His hand braced against the door beside her head, effectively trapping her against his formidable presence.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at the proximity between them. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the tension in the air electrifying. His words, laced with profanity and edged with raw intensity, sent a shiver down her spine.

"Saeran," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper, "what are you—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, his tone dripping with commanding authority. His mint green eyes held a storm of emotions as he leaned in, his breath mingling with hers. The air between them was charged with a potent mixture of desire and hesitation.

His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, his gaze flickering between her lips and her eyes. The conflicting emotions played out across his features, his inner struggle evident in the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her fingers twitching with the desire to reach out and touch him. His intensity, his vulnerability—it was all laid bare before her, a side of him she had only caught glimpses of before.

"Saeran," she whispered again, her voice soft yet unwavering. "You don't have to hide from me."

His gaze locked onto hers, a mixture of yearning and turmoil in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, his grip on the door tightening as he battled with his own demons.

"Fuck it," he muttered, his voice a low growl. And then, with a surge of determination, he closed the remaining distance between them, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was equal parts fierce and desperate.

The moment their lips met, it was as if a floodgate had been opened. The pent-up tension, the unspoken desires—all of it was unleashed in the heat of their kiss. Saeran's kiss was a mix of intensity and vulnerability, his lips moving hungrily against hers as if trying to convey emotions that words could never capture.

Y/N responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, her fingers gripping onto his jacket as if anchoring herself to him. The kiss was a whirlwind of sensations, a collision of emotions that left them both breathless.

The rough texture of his lips against hers, the taste of smoke and something uniquely him—it was intoxicating. Their kiss was fierce and consuming, a tumultuous dance of passion and longing that defied the doubts and uncertainties that had plagued them.

As their lips finally parted, they were both left gasping for air, their foreheads pressed together. Saeran's breathing was ragged, his mint green eyes searching hers for something he couldn't quite put into words.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and hesitation.

She gazed at him with a tenderness that spoke volumes, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "Saeran, it's okay."

He closed his eyes, his body trembling with a mixture of emotions. "You don't understand. I'm fucked up, broken. I don't deserve this."

Y/N cupped his face in her hands, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Saeran, none of us are perfect. We all have our demons to fight. But that doesn't mean we can't find moments of happiness, of connection."

He opened his eyes, vulnerability shining in his gaze. "I'm scared. Scared that if I let myself feel, if I let someone in, I'll hurt them."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. "We all have the power to change, to heal. And you're not alone in this. I'm here, and I'm willing to take that risk."

Saeran's eyes held a mixture of gratitude and longing, his guard slowly melting away. "You're too goddamn stubborn for your own good."

Y/N grinned, a playful glint in her eyes. "And you're too goddamn complicated for yours."

He smirked, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Touché."

As their playful banter filled the air, the weight of their shared moment on the balcony seemed to dissipate. In its place was a newfound sense of understanding and connection—an unspoken promise that despite their flaws and their pasts, they were willing to navigate the complexities of life together.

Saeran leaned in, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one tender and filled with a quiet promise. His touch was both intoxicating and gentle, a paradoxical blend that ignited a fire within Y/N. As their lips met, a surge of desire pulsed between them, a raw and untamed energy that had been simmering beneath the surface.

His fingers trailed down the curve of her spine, sending shivers through her body as his touch left a trail of electric anticipation. Y/N's breath hitched as his hands found the hem of her jacket, fingers deftly working to undo the buttons. With each button that came undone, the air around them seemed to thicken, heavy with the weight of their shared longing.

Saeran's lips left a trail of kisses along her jawline, a mix of passion and vulnerability evident in his every movement. As her jacket slid off her shoulders, exposing her bare skin, his fingers grazed her collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You have no idea what you do to me."

Y/N's heart raced, a mixture of arousal and vulnerability coursing through her veins. His words sent a jolt of desire straight to her core, her body responding to his touch in ways she had never experienced before. She melted against him, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

With a subtle shift of his body, Saeran guided her backward until her back met the compartment's wall. His lips never left hers, their kisses deepening and becoming more urgent. The control he held over the situation was palpable, his confidence radiating through every touch and every whispered word.

As his fingers deftly worked on the buttons of her blouse, Y/N's breath grew ragged, her thoughts consumed by the heady mixture of desire and vulnerability that surged within her. His touch was both possessive and reverent, a dichotomy that only heightened her need for him. "Let's take this off you, shall we?" he murmured with a low and raspy tone.

A shiver of anticipation raced down Y/N's spine as his words sent a thrill through her. She nodded in response, her gaze locked onto his as he continued to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing inch by inch of her skin beneath. The air between them seemed charged with a potent energy, the atmosphere heavy with their shared desire.

Saeran's touch was like fire against her skin, every brush of his fingers against her bare flesh sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. As the last button came undone, her blouse fell open, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

His lips found their way to her neck, his warm breath fanning across her skin as he peppered soft, lingering kisses along the delicate curve. Y/N's pulse quickened, her fingers instinctively tangling in his hair as his lips worked their magic. Each kiss ignited a spark of pleasure that pooled low in her abdomen, a delicious ache that begged for more.

Saeran's lips trailed downward, leaving a trail of heat along her collarbone and down the gentle slope of her chest. His movements were deliberate, his touch a potent mixture of tenderness and hunger. With every kiss, every brush of his lips against her heated skin, the tension between them intensified.

Y/N's breath hitched as his lips moved lower, his kisses growing more urgent as he traced a path of fire across her skin. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she fought to steady herself against the wave of sensations crashing over her.

Saeran's voice was a seductive murmur against her skin. "You're so damn tempting."

Her response was a breathless whisper, her voice laced with need. "Saeran..."

His lips found the curve of her breast, his kisses growing more heated as he explored her with a hunger that matched her own. Y/N's grip on him tightened, her body arching toward his touch as pleasure surged through every nerve. The air between them was charged with an electric intensity, their desires intertwining in a sensual dance.

Saeran's voice was a low, husky murmur against her skin, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through her. "I want to taste you," he whispered, his tone laced with a mixture of need and yearning. "Can I taste you?"

Her breath caught in her throat at his question, her heart racing in response to his bold request. She met his gaze, her eyes darkened with desire, her answer unspoken but crystal clear. With a slow nod, she gave him the permission he sought, her body throbbing with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability.

Saeran's fingers traced a blazing path down her sides as he began to lower himself to his knees. His movements were deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly sank to the ground before her. Y/N's back pressed against the wall, her heart racing as she watched him with a mixture of anticipation and need.

As he knelt before her, his hands gently traced the contours of her thighs, his touch both reverent and hungry. His fingers teased the edge of her skirt, his gaze locked onto hers as he slowly began to lift the fabric, revealing more of her to his hungry eyes.

The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down Y/N's spine, her breath hitching as he exposed her to his heated scrutiny. The vulnerability she felt was matched by the intoxicating power he held in that moment, a heady mix of control and desire that left her weak-kneed.

Saeran's voice was a velvet murmur, his words a mixture of raw desire and reverence. "You're so damn beautiful."

Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as his fingers traced a teasing path up her thighs, the anticipation building with every inch of skin he uncovered. The air was thick with tension, their connection stronger than ever as they shared this intimate moment.

When his fingers finally reached the edge of her panties, he looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. But all he found was the same hunger and yearning mirrored in her gaze. With a slow, deliberate movement, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and began to lower it, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

Y/N's lips parted in a shaky breath as a rush of heat surged through her, the vulnerability of the moment contrasting with the intensity of their shared desire. Her fingers tightened on the wall behind her, her knuckles white as she fought to steady herself against the waves of pleasure that coursed through her.

As the last barrier between them fell away, Saeran's gaze remained locked onto hers, his eyes darkened with a potent mixture of lust and vulnerability. He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her skin as his lips found their way to the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

"Saeran," Y/N gasped, her voice a breathless plea.His lips continued their torturous path, leaving a trail of heated kisses along her thigh, his touch both gentle and hungry. The sensation was almost overwhelming, every brush of his lips sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

As his lips moved higher, his fingers found their way to her hips, holding her in place against the wall. His touch was a heady combination of possessiveness and reverence, each caress a testament to the intensity of his desire.

When his lips finally reached her center, Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation. She met his gaze, her eyes locked onto his as he looked up at her with an intensity that left her feeling exposed in the most delicious way.

"Can I taste you?" he repeated, his voice a low, sensual murmur.

Her response was a single, breathless word. "Yes."

With that permission, Saeran's lips claimed her, his touch a combination of urgency and tenderness. The sensation was electric, pleasure coursing through her veins with every movement of his lips against her most intimate core. Y/N's fingers threaded through his hair, her grip alternating between gentle and desperate as he continued to drive her higher and higher.

Y/N's fingers threaded through his hair, her grip alternating between gentle and desperate as he continued to drive her higher and higher. Every touch, every movement of his lips and hands against her sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body. Her breathing grew ragged, the intensity of their connection consuming her every thought.

Saeran's lips trailed a path of heat along her inner thigh, his touch igniting a fire that coursed through her veins. He moved with a deliberate purpose, his actions a blend of aggression and reverence that left her trembling in his embrace.

His gaze met hers, a glint of satisfaction in his mint green eyes as he rose to his feet, his lips brushing against her ear. "You taste so fucking good," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of desire and arrogance.

Y/N's cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding her senses. His words only fueled the flames of her desire, sending a surge of pleasure through her body.

But Saeran wasn't finished yet. His hand found its way to the apex of her desire, his touch sending a shockwave of sensation through her. He moved with a confidence that left her weak in the knees, his fingers working in tandem with the rhythm of his lips.

Y/N's grip on him tightened, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure surged through every nerve. Her breathless moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of his soft growls of satisfaction.

As their fervor intensified, Saeran's lips brushed against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Mhm... I'm not gonna give this to you like this, princess," he murmured, his voice a low and raspy promise that sent a jolt of anticipation through her.

Y/N's chest rose and fell rapidly, her senses heightened by the raw desire that coursed through her veins. She met his gaze with a mixture of need and longing, her lips parting in a silent plea for more.

But Saeran had other plans. He slowed his movements, his fingers trailing lightly along her skin, igniting every nerve as he teased and tantalized. Y/N's body arched toward his touch, her eyes locked onto his as a soft whimper escaped her lips.

"Please," she whispered, her voice a breathless plea that hung in the air between them.

His lips curved into a knowing smirk, his fingers tracing a path of fire along her spine. "Not yet, princess."

Y/N's fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and frustration. Every inch of her ached for release, for the culmination of the desire that had been building between them.

With a slow and deliberate movement, Saeran's touch shifted lower, his fingers working their magic with a torturous slowness. Y/N's gasps grew more desperate, her control slipping as he continued to push her to the edge.

"Saeran," she whimpered, her voice laced with need.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a searing kiss that left her dizzy and wanting. "Patience, princess," he murmured against her lips, his words a maddening promise that sent a surge of electricity through her veins.

But just as her control threatened to shatter completely, he pulled away, his fingers leaving her skin. Y/N let out a frustrated moan, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of desire and desperation.

Saeran's voice was a low, commanding murmur that sent shivers down Y/N's spine as he demanded, "Bend over the bed, princess."

Her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his words, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability coursing through her veins. Without hesitation, she shifted into position, her body pressed against the soft sheets as she obeyed his command.

Saeran's gaze burned with desire as he watched her, his control unwavering as he took in the sight before him. He moved closer, his fingers trailing along her exposed skin with a touch that was both possessive and reverent.

"You look good like this," he murmured, his voice dripping with a heady mixture of arousal and satisfaction. His hand caressed her hip before sliding down her thigh, the slow and deliberate movement igniting every nerve in her body.

Y/N's fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, her heart racing as she surrendered to his touch. The vulnerability of her position only heightened the intensity of their connection, making her pulse quicken with a heady mix of desire and anticipation.

"Saeran," she breathed, her voice a plea for more.

He leaned in, his lips finding their way to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You want more, princess?"

Her response was a breathless nod, her body arching toward his touch as pleasure surged through her veins. "Yes," she whispered, her voice laced with need.

Saeran's gaze darkened with a predatory intensity, his desire mirrored in his eyes as he watched her response to his touch. The breathless anticipation in the air was palpable, charged with a mixture of need and longing that seemed to envelop them both.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low and smoky rasp. His fingers continued their explorations, tracing maddening patterns along her skin that left her gasping for more. "Now, rise your hips for me, sweetheart."

Y/N's heart raced as she obeyed, her body moving instinctively to meet his command. Her hips lifted off the bed, her fingers curling into the sheets as she presented herself to him with a vulnerability that sent a jolt of electricity through her veins.

Saeran's touch grew bolder, his fingers dancing along the edges of her desire with a teasing precision. His voice was a sensual rumble in the air as he continued to push her closer to the edge.

"That's it," he murmured, his words a seductive promise that made her pulse quicken. "Show me how much you want it."

Her breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling with a potent mixture of desire and vulnerability. She met his gaze with a mixture of need and submission, her eyes conveying the unspoken longing that thrummed within her.

"Saeran," she whispered, her voice a plea for more.

His lips curved into a wicked smile, his fingers finding their way to her center with a deliberate touch that made her moan softly. He watched her reactions closely, his mint green eyes darkening with a heady mix of arousal and satisfaction.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could make you come with just a few well-placed touches, couldn't I?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and need, her body writhing against his touch. "Yes," she admitted, her voice a breathless confession.

Saeran's fingers continued their maddening dance, his touch expertly navigating the contours of her desire. Every stroke, every caress brought her closer to the edge, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

But just as her pleasure threatened to consume her completely, Saeran's touch shifted once again. He withdrew his hand, leaving her aching and wanting, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

"Saeran," she whimpered, her voice a mixture of frustration and need.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine. "I want to hear you beg for it."

Her heart raced at his words, her inhibitions fading as raw desire took over. She met his gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and need, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, Saeran. I need you."

His lips curved into a satisfied smile, his fingers once again finding their way to her center. He resumed his torturous exploration, his touch both demanding and tender as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Tell me how much you want it," he growled, his voice a low and raspy command.Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of his own soft growls of satisfaction.

"I want it so much," she gasped, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. "Please, don't stop."

Saeran's fingers worked their magic, his touch driving her higher and higher until she was teetering on the edge of release. He watched her closely, his gaze unwavering as he pushed her to the brink.

And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he withdrew his touch once again, leaving her panting and aching for more. The frustration in her eyes was mirrored in his, a heady mixture of desire and control.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, his voice a low and authoritative command.

Y/N's chest heaved as she complied, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and surrender. She met his gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and need, her eyes silently conveying her submission to his dominance.

Saeran's eyes bore into hers, his gaze a potent mix of hunger and control as he moved closer. His fingers trailed along her jawline before tangling in her hair, his grip both possessive and gentle.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble. "So eager to please."

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire, her heart racing as his touch sent shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched in her throat as she waited for his next move, her body aching with need.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice low and demanding.

Y/N's lips parted instinctively, her eyes locked onto his as she surrendered to his dominance. Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation building to a fevered pitch as she waited for his next move.

Saeran's fingers tightened in her hair, his gaze intense as he leaned in. "You want to taste me, princess?"

Her response was a breathless nod, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of need and longing. She was at his mercy, a willing participant in a dance of desire and surrender.

Saeran's lips curled into a smug smirk, his control unyielding as he reveled in her submission. "Then show me," he murmured, his voice dripping with a heady combination of arousal and satisfaction. "Show me how much you want it."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, her pulse quickening at his words. With a mixture of eagerness and vulnerability, she leaned in, her lips finding his with a hunger that matched his own. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her touch both desperate and reverent as she kissed him passionately.

He responded with a fervor that matched her own, his grip in her hair tightening as he deepened the kiss. The taste of him, the urgency of their connection—it was a heady cocktail of desire that left them both breathless and wanting more.

But just as their kiss threatened to consume them, Saeran pulled back, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N's chest heaved as she looked up at him, her eyes a mix of desire and need. She wanted nothing more than to please him, to give in to the delicious torment he was subjecting her to.

"Now, tell me," he purred, his fingers gently tracing her lips. "What are you willing to do to earn your release?"

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, her heart racing as she met his gaze head-on. "Anything," she whispered, her voice a breathless plea.

Saeran's lips curved into a wicked grin, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that left her weak-kneed. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice a low murmur.

Her response was a wordless nod, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of submission and desire. She was willing to surrender, to give in to his every command if it meant finding the release she so desperately craved.

"Then get on your knees and show me," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "Earn it."

Without hesitation, Y/N shifted position, her body now on her knees before him. Her gaze remained locked onto his, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability in her eyes.

Saeran's fingers threaded through her hair, his grip firm as he guided her closer to him. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, his voice a seductive promise, "I want you to prove how badly you want it, princess."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed his command, her lips trailing along his jawline and down to his neck. The taste of him, the scent of his skin—it was intoxicating, driving her to explore every inch of him with a fervor that matched his own.

His fingers tightened in her hair as she left a trail of kisses along his collarbone, her touch both worshipful and desperate. Her breath mingled with his, the air charged with a potent mixture of desire and surrender.

As her lips moved lower, his grip in her hair tightened, his voice a low growl. "That's it," he encouraged, his tone a heady combination of arousal and satisfaction.

Y/N's hands moved to the waistband of his pants, her fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desire. With a deliberate slowness that seemed to drive him to the brink of madness, she began to undo the buttons, her touch sending jolts of electricity through his veins.

Saeran's breath hitched in his throat, his chest rising and falling heavily as he watched her with a mixture of hunger and authority. The vulnerability and submission she displayed only fueled his desire, igniting a primal need within him.

A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, his voice laced with desire as he looked down at her. "That's right, princess," he murmured, his tone a blend of approval and longing. "Let me see how much you want to please me."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, her gaze dropping as she focused on her task. Her fingers continued to work, each button undone a testament to her obedience and submission.

With the last button finally released, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against his skin as she began to free him from the confines of his clothing. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability coursing through her veins.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a soft growl. "Keep going."

She obeyed without a word, her fingers trailing along the waistband of his pants as she moved to free him completely. Her touch was both reverent and submissive, a silent pledge of her dedication to fulfilling his desires.

Saeran's fingers tightened in her hair, his grip a mix of possession and guidance as he watched her. The way she surrendered to his control, the way she followed his commands—it was a heady mixture of power and vulnerability that stirred something primal within him.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low murmur.

Y/N's gaze lifted to meet his, her eyes filled with a mixture of submission and need. Her position on her knees before him amplified the dynamic between them, each gaze exchanged a silent affirmation of their roles.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Saeran stepped closer, his arousal evident in the way his gaze darkened. His hardened length was freed, the sight both tantalizing and commanding.

"Open your mouth," he demanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Her breath hitched, her lips parting as she complied, her eyes locked onto his with unwavering submission. Her heart raced as she waited for his next command, her body trembling with anticipation.

Saeran's fingers threaded through her hair, his grip a mix of possession and guidance as he watched her. The vulnerability and eagerness in her eyes ignited a fire within him, a need to take control and guide her through this intimate exchange.

"Such a good little princess," he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble. "Ready to please your master?"

Her response was a breathless nod, her gaze unwavering as she met his with a mixture of submission and longing. She was his to command, a willing participant in the dance of dominance and submission that unfolded between them.

As Saeran guided her closer, his lips found their way to her ear. His breath was warm against her skin as he murmured, his voice a tantalizing promise, "Tell me, princess, are you eager to taste me?"

Her response was a soft whimper, a shiver of pleasure coursing through her as she nodded. The anticipation and vulnerability she felt in this moment fueled her desire to please him, to fulfill his every command.

With a firm yet gentle pull, Saeran guided her even closer, his arousal pressing against her lips. "Show me," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "Prove how much you want to please me."

Y/N's breath hitched, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth with a submissive obedience that sent a jolt of arousal through him. 

Saeran's grip tightened in her hair, his fingers guiding her movements as she pleasured him. The intimate connection between them was electric, a blend of vulnerability and raw desire that intensified with every stroke of her lips.

He groaned softly, his breath hitching as she continued to obey his every command. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of her submission and his dominance a heady mix that threatened to unravel his control.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensations coursing through his body.

Y/N's focus remained solely on him, her submissive actions a testament to her dedication to pleasing him. The taste of him, the sound of his pleasure—it was a symphony that echoed in the small space, a private exchange between two souls bound by desire.

As her mouth worked diligently, his grip in her hair conveyed a mix of both control and care. The dichotomy of his touch mirrored their dynamic—a fierce dominance tempered by an underlying vulnerability that only deepened the connection between them.

"You like that, princess?" he asked, his voice a low murmur as he watched her with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction.

Her response was a breathless hum, the vibrations of her mouth against him sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Each movement she made was a testament to her eagerness to please him, to submit to his desires without hesitation.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his fingers gently stroking her hair. "You're such a good girl," he praised, his words a caress that sent a rush of warmth through her.

As the tension in the room continued to build, he felt his control slipping, his arousal reaching its peak. But just as he was on the edge of losing himself to the intensity of their connection, he regained his composure. He gently pulled her away from him, his grip in her hair unwavering as he met her gaze with a mixture of desire and dominance.

Saeran's fingers trailed along her spine, his touch igniting a trail of sparks along her skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice a tantalizing promise laced with profanity, "You want this, don't you? To be completely under my fucking control?"

Her response was a soft moan, her body arching toward him as she surrendered to his touch and his words. Her heart raced, her senses consumed by the heady mix of his dominance and her own submissive desires.

"You're not getting off that easily, princess," he murmured, his voice a low and authoritative command. "Lie back on the bed."

Saeran's gaze burned with a raw intensity as he took in the sight of her laid bare before him. Her vulnerability and submission fueled his desire, and his own nakedness reflected the level of intimacy they had reached. He positioned himself over her, his heated skin brushing against hers as he held her gaze captive.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he rasped, his voice a low and gravelly murmur. His hands roamed her body with a possessive hunger, his touch igniting a fire that consumed them both. "All mine."

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her body responding to his touch with a mixture of need and surrender. His hands left a trail of fire across her skin, igniting every nerve ending and leaving her craving more.

Saeran's lips found hers in a hungry kiss, a clash of lips and tongues that mirrored the intensity of their desires. He claimed her mouth with a fervor that left her breathless, his dominance asserting itself in every touch and every stroke of his tongue against hers.

He pulled away, his lips ghosting over her jawline and down to the curve of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. "You're mine to pleasure, mine to drive to the edge," he murmured, his voice a mixture of possessiveness and need.

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, her moans mingling with his name as his lips found the curve of her collarbone. She was a symphony of sensations, each touch, each kiss pushing her further into a realm of pleasure she had never known.

Saeran's voice was a seductive whisper against her skin. "I want to taste you again, princess. Can I?" His words were a promise of pleasure, a request for permission that held an air of arrogance and vulnerability.

Her response was a breathless nod, her lips parting on a whimper as she offered herself to him without reservation. His dominance had awakened something within her, a desire to submit completely to his will.

He lowered himself between her legs, his mint green eyes locking onto hers as he positioned himself. With deliberate slowness, he indulged in the sight before him, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs, his breath fanning over her heated flesh.

"God, you taste so good," he growled, his voice a mixture of hunger and satisfaction. He dipped his head, his tongue tracing a torturously slow path along her folds, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

Her fingers clenched the sheets beneath her as he continued to explore her with his mouth, his ministrations growing more intense and relentless. The sensations that coursed through her were overwhelming, a tide of pleasure that threatened to consume her completely.

Saeran's fingers joined the symphony of sensations, his touch teasing and precise as he brought her closer to the edge. His lips and tongue worked in tandem, his movements calculated to drive her wild with need.

"Saeran," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea as her body arched toward him. Her vulnerability was laid bare, every wall she had built crumbling in the face of his dominance.

He glanced up at her, his gaze a mixture of arousal and arrogance. "You want to come, princess?"

Her response was a wordless cry, her hips moving in rhythm with his ministrations. She was on the brink, her body teetering on the edge of release.

"Please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper.

He increased the intensity of his touch, his fingers and mouth working in perfect harmony. And then, with a final, deliberate movement, he pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.

As her climax washed over her, Y/N's cries filled the air, her grip on the sheets white-knuckled. Saeran continued to pleasure her through her release, his gaze locked onto hers, his satisfaction evident in the curve of his lips.

He rose to his knees, his gaze still fixed on her. "You're mine, Y/N," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I'm not done with you yet."

Saeran's words hung in the air, his voice a low and commanding murmur that sent a shiver of anticipation down Y/N's spine. She met his gaze, a mixture of vulnerability and need reflecting in her eyes as she parted her legs, exposing herself to his gaze.

He watched her with an intensity that made her heart race, his mint green eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight before him. The vulnerability of her position, the trust she placed in him—it was a heady mix that fueled his dominance and stirred his own desires.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he repeated, his voice a velvety rasp that sent a surge of electricity through her veins.

Y/N obeyed without hesitation, her body responding to his command. The soft sheets beneath her provided a stark contrast to the heat of her skin as she opened herself further to him. The air was charged with tension and anticipation, each moment stretching out as they teetered on the edge of something powerful and all-consuming.

Saeran's gaze darkened further, his fingers tracing a path along her thigh with a touch that was both possessive and tender. His voice was a seductive rumble as he continued to push the boundaries of their connection.

"You look so fucking perfect like this," he murmured, his words laced with a potent mixture of arousal and satisfaction. "All mine."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze, her submission to his dominance evident in every movement, every gesture. Her breath hitched as his fingers drew closer to her center, the anticipation sending a rush of heat through her body.

"Saeran," she breathed, her voice a mixture of desire and need.He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. The taste of him, the intensity of their connection—it was a heady cocktail that sent her senses reeling. His hand continued its exploration, his fingers teasing along her folds with a maddening slowness that made her moan against his lips.

"Patience, princess," he murmured against her mouth, his voice a teasing promise that stoked the fires of her desire. His touch was calculated, his fingers dancing along the edges of her pleasure with a precision that left her trembling.

Y/N's fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, her hips moving in rhythm with his touch as pleasure surged through her veins. The anticipation was exquisite torture, every stroke of his fingers driving her closer to the edge.

"Saeran," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea.

He pulled away slightly, his gaze locked onto hers with a mixture of desire and control. "Tell me," he growled, his voice a low command. "Tell me how badly you want it."

Her response was immediate, her voice filled with a desperation that matched her physical need. "I want it so much," she admitted, her words a confession of her desire.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile, his fingers finding their way to her center once again. He resumed his deliberate movements, the intensity of his touch pushing her higher and higher until she was teetering on the brink of release.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a smoky rasp. "That's it, let go for me."

Her body tensed, pleasure building within her until it finally cascaded over her in a wave of ecstasy. Her back arched off the bed, her cries of pleasure mingling with his name as he continued to pleasure her through her release.

Saeran's gaze never left her as she trembled, her body slowly relaxing from the intense pleasure that had consumed her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come undone," he whispered, his voice a mixture of praise and satisfaction.

Y/N's chest heaved as she looked up at him, a flush of pleasure coloring her cheeks. His dominance had awakened something within her, a willingness to surrender to his every whim, to explore the depths of pleasure he could offer.

Saeran's fingers continued to trail along her skin, his touch a soothing caress as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. The taste of her lingered on his lips, a reminder of the intensity of their connection.

"Are you ready for more, princess?" he murmured against her lips, his voice a seductive promise.Her response was a breathless nod, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of desire and anticipation. She craved more of him, more of the pleasure he could bestow upon her.

Saeran's lips trailed down her jawline, his kisses growing more intense as he made his way to her neck. He nipped and suckled at her skin, his actions a blend of tenderness and hunger that sent sparks of pleasure through her body.

He moved lower, his lips finding the curve of her collarbone and then descending further. Each touch, each kiss ignited her senses, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers followed the path his lips had taken, his touch reverent and possessive.

"Saeran," she moaned, her voice a mixture of need and desperation. Her body writhed beneath his touch, craving the pleasure only he could provide.

He met her gaze with a predatory intensity, his mint green eyes smoldering with desire. "You're mine to pleasure," he growled, his voice a heady mixture of dominance and need. "To bring to the edge over and over again."

Y/N's fingers tangled in the sheets as he continued his tantalizing exploration, her moans filling the air as he expertly navigated her desires. The room was charged with an electric tension, their connection intensifying with every touch, every breath exchanged between them.

Saeran's fingers moved with a deliberate precision, pushing her closer to the edge once more. Her cries of pleasure grew louder, her hips moving in rhythm with his ministrations. She was teetering on the brink, her senses consumed by the heady mix of his touch and her own desire.

"Come for me, princess," he commanded, his voice a low and demanding growl.

With his words as her guide, Y/N's body shattered, pleasure coursing through her in a powerful wave. Her back arched off the bed, her cries of ecstasy echoing in the room as Saeran continued to pleasure her through her release.

He watched her with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger, his own arousal evident as he met her gaze. "You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice a caress that sent shivers down her spine.

As her body trembled from the intensity of her climax, Saeran's touch shifted once again. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching and wanting, her body a canvas of desire.

"Saeran," she whimpered, her voice a mixture of frustration and need.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips, his voice a velvety promise that sent shivers down her spine. "I want to savor every moment."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a searing kiss that left her breathless. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips, his voice a velvety promise that sent shivers down her spine. "I want to savor every moment."

His words were a mixture of teasing and dominance, leaving her both frustrated and exhilarated. Y/N's breath hitched as she met his gaze, a silent plea in her eyes that begged for release from the mounting tension.

Saeran's lips curved into a wicked smile, his fingers trailing along her skin with a feather-light touch that made her shiver. "You're so impatient, princess," he drawled, his voice dripping with a heady combination of arrogance and desire. "But don't worry, I'll make it worth the wait."

With a slow, deliberate movement, he positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked onto hers as he hovered above her. The anticipation was a palpable ache, the tension between them reaching a fevered pitch as he teased her with the promise of pleasure.

Y/N's fingers clenched the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as she held onto the edge of control. His dominance over her, his ability to make her pulse quicken with just a few words, was both maddening and intoxicating.

Saeran's lips found hers once again, his kiss possessive and demanding. He claimed her mouth with a hunger that left her dizzy, his tongue exploring every corner as if he were memorizing the taste of her. He nipped at her lips, his teeth grazing her bottom lip in a tantalizing tease that had her heart racing.

Then, with a swift and forceful movement, he surged forward, filling her completely. Y/N gasped into his mouth, her body arching off the bed as pleasure and surprise mingled in a heady rush. It was a sensation that consumed her, a blend of pain and pleasure that left her trembling beneath him.

Oh shit, she is so tight..

Saeran's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her in place. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers with a mixture of intensity and arrogance. "You wanted this, didn't you?" he rasped, his voice dripping with both satisfaction and challenge.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire, her body adjusting to the new, delicious intrusion. "Yes," she admitted, her voice a breathless confession that hung in the air between them.

Saeran's lips curled into a satisfied smile, his mint green eyes dark with desire as he began to move. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust a calculated dance of dominance and surrender. He filled her again and again, each movement igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her completely.

The room was filled with the sounds of their mingled moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. The air was charged with an electric tension, the collision of their desires a symphony that echoed through the small space.

Y/N's fingers found their way to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she held on for dear life. Each movement, each thrust, pushed her further into a realm of pleasure she had never known. Her inhibitions were cast aside, replaced by a raw need to be taken by him, to be consumed by the intensity of their connection.

Saeran's gaze bore into hers, his eyes a storm of desire and control as he continued to move within her. His movements grew more forceful, more demanding, a testament to his hunger and the boundaries he was pushing."Look at you," he growled, his voice a low and seductive rumble. "Taking me so well, like the good little princess you are."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, his words only fueling the flames of her desire. Her nails left marks on his skin as she clung to him, her body writhing beneath his touch.As their connection intensified, Saeran's lips found hers once again, their kiss a heated clash of tongues and teeth. He devoured her mouth with a fierce urgency that matched the tempo of his movements, leaving her dizzy and breathless.His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he brought her to the edge once more. Pleasure surged through her veins, her body teetering on the brink of release as she surrendered to his dominance.

"Come for me, princess," he demanded, his voice a low and authoritative command. "Fucking come on my fucking cock.."

With his words as her guide, Y/N's body shattered, pleasure washing over her in a powerful wave. Her cries filled the air, mingling with his own groans of satisfaction as he continued to move within her, prolonging her ecstasy.

He didn't let up, his movements relentless as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he stilled, his body trembling against hers as he found his own climax.

As the intensity of their connection began to ebb, Saeran collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Y/N lay beside him, her body buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure, her heart pounding in her chest.

Saeran's arm found its way around her, pulling her close as they lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The air was heavy with the scent of their shared desire, the room enveloped in a comfortable silence.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Saeran's lips found hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. The raw intensity of their earlier encounter had given way to a softer, more intimate connection—a reminder of the layers that existed beneath his aggressive exterior.

"I told you I'd savor every moment," he whispered against her lips. "Now let's get some sleep, princess."

Three days had passed since their vacation, and life was slowly settling back into its routine. Saeyoung, MC, and Saeran had returned home, with the weight of the vacation's memories still fresh in their minds. Today was Saeran's rehab day, and Saeyoung had dropped him off at the hospital for his session.

Sitting in the waiting area, Saeyoung couldn't help but bring up the topic of Saeran's old therapist. "You know, I heard your old therapist retired," he said with a grin, nudging Saeran playfully.

Saeran rolled his eyes, clearly not a fan of the topic. "About time. She was an old hag who had no idea what she was doing."

"I guess you won't be missing her much," MC added, trying to keep the mood light.

Saeran crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "You think?" he deadpanned, his sarcasm not lost on either of them.

As they chatted, a nurse walked over to them. "Excuse me," she said with a polite smile. "Are you here for Saeran Choi's session?"

Saeyoung nodded. "Yeah, that's him."

The nurse glanced at her clipboard. "Great. Just to let you know, Saeran's regular therapist has retired, so today he'll be seeing a new therapist. It's her first day here."

Saeran raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the news but not showing it. "A new therapist, huh? Hope this one actually knows what they're doing."

The nurse led Saeran down the hallway, and as they walked, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He muttered sarcastically under his breath, "Can't wait to be bored to death."

However, as he reached the door of the therapist's office, something caught his eye—a butterfly necklace hanging around the therapist's neck. His heart skipped a beat, and his sarcasm faded into surprise.

A small smirk appeared on his lips as he closed the door behind him. The butterfly ended up being persistent again, but he was happy with that this time.