NYMPHOMANIAC (Son Chaeyoung x F reader) [G!P]

unexpected meeting

Time skip

You approached the bar, the dim glow of the streetlights cast eerie shadows across the deserted pavement. The air hung heavy with tension, every step echoing like a thunderclap in the stillness of the night.

You couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking into a trap, but the gnawing need for closure propelled you forward, overriding the voice of doubt that whispered in the recesses of your mind.

With each footfall, the darkness seemed to press in around you, suffocating and oppressive. But you pushed through the fear, your heart pounding in your chest as you neared the entrance to the bar.

The neon sign overhead flickered ominously, casting a sickly green glow over the empty street below.

As you stepped through the door, the stale smell of alcohol and cigarettes washed over you, a stark reminder of the sins that lurked within.

The bar was empty save for a lone figure seated at the far end, bathed in shadow.

You approached cautiously, your senses on high alert as you drew closer to the mysterious stranger.

They sat with their back to you, their features obscured in the dim light of the bar. But as you drew nearer, a sense of familiarity washed over you, a gnawing sense of recognition that sent a shiver down your spine.

You reached out to tap the stranger on the shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest. As they turned to face you, the blood drained from your face, leaving you pale and trembling in the dim light of the bar.

It was Chaeyoung, the woman you had suspected all along, the one who had haunted your nightmares and eluded your grasp.

But as you looked into her eyes, you saw no malice, no hint of deception, only a deep sadness that mirrored your own. Or that's what you thought.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of the bar. "You're finally here.."

You stood frozen, unable to tear your gaze away from her haunted eyes. In that moment, the weight of the past came crashing down around you, threatening to consume you whole.

"What are you doing here?" you finally managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hung heavy in the air, charged with emotion and uncertainty.

Chaeyoung turned to face you, her expression unreadable in the dim light of the bar. She took a slow sip of her whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the faint glow of the neon sign overhead.

"I could ask you the same thing," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with bitterness. "But I think we both know the answer to that."

You swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in like a stone in your chest. It was true, you had come here seeking answers, seeking closure to a chapter of your life that had long haunted your dreams.

"I had to know," you admitted, your voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "I had to know the truth."

Chaeyoung nodded, her gaze unwavering as she studied you from across the bar. "I understand," she said quietly. "But sometimes the truth isn't what we want it to be."

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of the past pressing down on you like a leaden shroud. Memories flooded your mind, memories of a childhood lost, of a family torn apart by tragedy and betrayal.

"I never meant for any of this to happen," Chaeyoung continued, her voice tinged with regret. "But sometimes, things happen that we can't control."

You nodded, the words hanging between you like a fragile thread. In that moment, you felt a flicker of something, a spark of understanding that bridged the gap between you, if only for a fleeting moment.

"I don't know if I can ever forgive you," you admitted, the words catching in your throat. "But I want to try."

"I don't want you to forgive me. I only want you." Chaeyoung's words hung in the air, her laughter ringing out in the empty bar like a haunting melody.

You watched her through narrowed eyes, a mix of apprehension and confusion swirling in your mind.

"I would kill anyone for you, I'm crazy for you," she claimed, her voice slurred with alcohol and desperation.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at her words, a chill that seemed to seep into your bones and settle there like a heavy weight. It was unsettling, the intensity of her emotions laid bare for you to see.

But beneath the bravado and the bravado, you sensed something else, a vulnerability that she was trying to mask with liquid courage and false bravado. It tugged at your heartstrings, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you.

"Chaeyoung, you're drunk," you said softly, your voice tinged with concern. "You don't mean any of this."

She scoffed, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "Don't patronize me, Y/N," she snapped, her words sharp and cutting like shards of glass. "I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it."

You felt a pang of guilt at her words, a nagging sense of responsibility for the turmoil that she was going through.

But you knew deep down that you couldn't give her what she wanted, not when your heart belonged to someone else.

"I'm sorry, Chaeyoung," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't give you what you want. Not like this."

Her laughter rang out again, hollow and bitter in the silence of the bar. "You'll come around," she said, her words laced with a dangerous edge. "You always do."

And with that, she drained the last of her whiskey and stumbled out of the bar, leaving you alone in the darkness with nothing but your thoughts and the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.

As you pulled Chaeyoung back into the bar, her body tensed against yours, her breath catching in her throat.

You could feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath your touch, a frantic rhythm that mirrored your own racing pulse.

"You're not going anywhere," you whispered, your voice soft but firm as you held her close.

Chaeyoung's breath hitched at your proximity, her body trembling against yours.

She made no move to resist, her hands gripping the edge of the bar as if seeking support in the tumultuous storm of emotions swirling inside her.

You reached out and grabbed the key from the door, your fingers trembling slightly as you locked it behind you.

The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed in the empty bar, sealing the two of you in together in a fragile bubble of intimacy and uncertainty.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the silence hanging heavy in the air between you.

Then, Chaeyoung turned around to face you, her eyes dark and unreadable as they searched yours for some semblance of understanding.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. There were so many thoughts and emotions swirling inside you, tangled threads of fear and desire that threatened to overwhelm you at any moment.

"I don't know," you admitted finally, your voice barely a whisper as you reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Chaeyoung's face. "I just... I couldn't let you go."

A ghost of a smile flitted across Chaeyoung's lips, her eyes softening as she leaned into your touch. "I don't want to go," she confessed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

And in that moment, as the world outside faded away into nothingness, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, locked in an embrace with the one person who had always held the key to your heart.

Your hands traveled down her body making her slightly moan. Her panties becoming wet as your fingers reached between her thighs. You turned her around and pressed your lips together.