before the sunrise.

four.

friends i got a little disclaimer/not bc the first part of this chapter will contain some, not so detailed smut. you can honestly just skip to the end kinda-ish but half of the chapter is casual so yeah haha

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in the pitch black of his hotel room, they stumble inside. light momentarily filters but is fast to vanish when jaebum presses seulgi against the door, mouth hotly attached to her skin.

he tastes the pacific ocean, the burning summer sun, mild coconut, sweet pineapple; he tastes her hungrily, greedily. the truth is in his actions, not being with anyone for months. he doesn't deny his piqued interest when they met right outside, in front of his door; he doesn't deny craving to stumble upon her, to get to know her. and jaebum definitely doesn't dent how good she felt against him, how delicious her flavour pools on his tongue, how enchanting her breathless, hot moans sound, how soft her body is in his wandering hands, squeezing hips and darting up thighs, rumpling her dress.

seulgi burrows herself against his dense shoulders, saturated in tingling sensations that race between her legs and spread in currents throughout the rest of her buzzing frame. soft, willowy pants tickle against his ear as she clutches on for stability, knees threatening to buckle and fold in on her. he feels too nice, knows exactly what to do. shivers creep when his fingers pad across her bare hips and the burn throbs. this is reckless, she's aware of it, but she wants this—him badly. and she'll just have to face the consequences when they come.

"jaebum," she whimpers in a half moan and gasp. "please."

and that's all it takes for jaebum to bring her to bed.

clothes are off, and the silver of the moon streaming through the gaps in the blinds streak across seulgi's golden complexion. jaebum figures he likes the look on her: ethereal, submissive. the expression of inebriated pleasure worn on her face is almost enough for him to implode. almost. but he doesn't. not for either of their sakes. he continues until his hips are sore, but even then, he perseveres, pushing through, chasing their ecstasy.

tangling him with her limbs, her nails do a number on his skin. perfection is tossed aside, making room for lines of vermillion. her noises of lust are on a never-ending cycle, not one to be quiet. it doesn't hit her how surreal this is, having sex with jaebum. her mind is clouded, ample with paradisiacal euphoria. she doesn't want it to end, but it does, and she's left shattered in a state of bliss.

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she awakes in a bed of messy sheets. last night is foggy, but as seulgi rubs sleep from her eyes, it all comes back to her. a storm of vivid recollections. her skin is on fire where he touched her: everywhere. tickles race and pool, settling between her sore thighs. seulgi has to shake her head in an attempt to rid herself of the memories she frankly doesn't want to forget. a dopey smile winds itself on her mien, and she pulls the blanket around her torso as she sits up. the sound of running water muted from the washroom.

clothes are no longer scattered on the floor but are neatly hung over a chair next to the television. there's no hurry to leave, although, seulgi understands the monstrosity of the situation; she slept with jaebum. im jaebum. a near household name in korea. a man she met three days ago. society will tell her to feel ashamed, but she doesn't.

"are you reliving last night?" his voice destroys the interlude of solitary time.

seulgi almost flushes with embarrassment because he's not wrong. however, she's greeted with a boyish smile and damp hair that butterflies whirl in her stomach instead.

her head shakes, lying. "just wondering if i can manage to instruct today."

he laughs loud, instantly filling the hotel room. a towel hands over his shoulders as he takes a seat on the foot of the bed.

"you have time." it's still early, morning sunlight crossing the room as birds chirp in the blue sky. "do you want breakfast? i ordered room service because you did win the deal."

she won much more, she realizes with a knowing smile she keeps to herself.

seulgi nods happily. "breakfast sounds nice. i'll just—"

as she moves to stand, jaebum gestures to the washroom. "shower? please, feel free to use mine."

"thanks for the offer, but i'll use mine. i need a fresh set of clothes." it's not a rejection, and the kind smile on her face as she gathers her belongings prove it.

jaebum turns, back facing her so he won't see what he's already seen the night prior.

she thinks it's cute, the timid gesture. the expression suits him. wet hair and all. a silence grows as seulgi slips on her clothing. strangely comfortable and not an ounce of shame. the thought reaps the smallest of smiles.

and when she faces him, jaebum is still offering privacy. "i'll see you in a few minutes, then." a tap on his shoulder to inform her decency even though he has seen everything, cloaked in shadows and traced in moonlight.

the reality sets a rush of pink to her cheeks, unnoticeable under her golden honey tan.

"ah, yeah. just give the door a knock." they're both at the humble entry, jaebum's hand on the latch. but he's looking at her with eyebrows scrunched. "ah, wait!"

then he's halfway across his hotel suite, plucking something off the end-table, spinning its stem betwixt thumb and finger. seulgi ducks, knowing her face is flushed.

"here, let me—" he talks as he works, pinning hair back behind her ear as he tucks the sunflower into the same place it was last night—before he threw it aside. "there you go. not a petal missing."

brief eye contact is made out of sheer etiquette. "t-thanks!" the stutter, seulgi can't control that. control is lost, and she digresses to a flustered individual, fighting the latch to open his door.

the little things always do the most.

stubborn and stuck, the slab of wood presenting itself as the only entry (and exit) to the hall dislodges itself from the wall, allowing seulgi the opportunity to escape, gather all wits scattered and lost, before returning for breakfast—the least she can do, accommodate him since jaebum has been nothing but hospitable. needlessly so.

"see you later." as he smiles, arm carrying his weight as he leans against the doorframe, jaebum watches seulgi trek to her room, unmarred and clear of indecent thoughts.

well, that's what she defines from his cordial, kind expression. a stark contrast from the dark, primal and lustful one he was yielding all night. once in the safety of her own suite, back pressed on her door as it shuts, seulgi cannot determine which look she likes better.

"i'm screwed."

or better yet, she is fucked. 

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updates will slow down again after this bc i don't have any chapters left in the threshold. so y'all gotta wait for my slow ass to start writing wheezes. once again thank you always for reading, commenting, liking!! it just means a super lot to me. ♡