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“Hey. Hello, wake up in there!”
“What?” You snapped out of your reverie, back to the blaring music and low light of the bar, the small, well-worn booth you were currently sharing with your closest friend.
“Are you okay?” Harper was waving her hand in front of your face, clearly concerned.
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” you muttered, taking a drink of your watered down margarita, frowning at the taste. You thought for a moment about ordering a new one, then decided you didn’t want to pay for it, and went back to sipping with a sour face.
“You sure? You really zoned out on me there for a second.”
“This week has been ass, Harper,” You sighed. “First James, then the flooding at the shelter, I’m over it.”
“James is an ass.” Harper made a face. “He clearly didn’t know what he had in you.”
“Yeah, well, from what I’ve seen, he’s already moved on,” you grumbled.
“Are you shitting me?” She gaped at you.
“Oh no, I saw him canoodling with some girl in the park just this morning. It’s like he picked that spot on purpose because he knows that’s where I take walks. He can go to hell.”
“Amen to that,” Harper agreed. “Speaking of moving on though… there’s a guy at the bar eyeing you.”
“Oh jeez, I wish you hadn’t told me that,” you sighed heavily. You were not up for this shit. Not now, two days after a hellish breakup with your boyfriend of three years. “Where?”
“Your ten o’clock.”
You risked a glance, and he caught you looking. He was pretty. Short, dark hair framing a pale face, dark eyes that seemed to bore into your soul, even from all the way across the room. He grinned at you, and you nervously looked back to your drink.
“Shit, Harper, you could have told me he was actively looking over here. God.”
The bartender was striding over to you now, fresh margarita in hand.
“Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar,” she said, presenting it to you.
“Oh hell.” You accepted it with another frown.
“Maybe you should just use this to get James out of your system,” Harper suggested.
“No thanks. That’s not really my jam.”
“He’s pretty nice, for what it’s worth,” the bartender offered. “Comes here a lot.”
“ We come here a lot,” you said dryly, “and I’ve never noticed him before.”
“You miss each other a fair bit,” she laughed at you. “Have a good night.” She walked back to the bar, leaving you grumbling internally.
“I still think you should investigate,” Harper said, downing the last of her martini.
“I think you need to have your brain examined, Harper,” you replied.
“Well, maybe,” she said. “Anyway, I gotta go. Are you coming?”
“I have another drink to finish, apparently. So no, go ahead. I’ll see you on Monday.” She nodded, tossing some money on the table for her drinks, and exited the bar.
Not five minutes had passed when the man who had been eyeing you was standing at the end of the booth, drink in hand.
“Hello, mind if I sit?”
You were mildly annoyed now, but despite this, you felt the need to be nice. Damning your proper upbringing, you plastered on a smile.
“Go ahead.”
He slipped into the seat smoothly, stopping just across from you, smiling softly.
“What’s your name?”
You told him, and his smile grew wider.
“That’s a pretty name. I’m Yeonjun.”
“Nice to meet you,” you said. You were about halfway through your new drink now, and your patience was growing thin. What’s more, the ache in your heart was growing deeper.
“You look like you’ve had a hard week,” he mused.
“Yeah,” you sighed. “Sorry, you’ve caught me at kind of a bad time.”
“I… I could help you with that,” he said smoothly, cocking an eyebrow.
There it is.
You pursed your lips and looked over to the bar, and there you saw it.
James, with the same girl he’d been with earlier. You weren’t sure what was worse— that they were surrounded by people you’d considered friends, or that they were attached at the lips, hands all over each other. You looked back to Yeonjun, who was still sitting across from you, watching you quietly. You sighed internally. Maybe it would be fine. You did have a particular itch that needed scratching; it had been over a month since anyone had touched you, before the fighting had started with James. You owned a vibrator but it wasn't the same.
I must be insane.
“So when you say you can help,” you said, finishing your drink. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
“I think you know,” Yeonjun said with a wicked grin.
“I thought as much.” You raised an eyebrow. “Okay, let’s go then, my place isn’t far from here.”
The two of you made your way out of the bar, and you grinned devilishly to yourself when James made eye contact with you, his eyes flicking to the tall man beside you. You turned to face James, flipping the bird as you passed. Yeonjun looked at you curiously but said nothing.
—
The moment the two of you crossed the threshold in your apartment, Yeonjun was on you, hands roaming, his lips on yours, kisses searing with an electricity you’d never felt before. Then again, you’d never done anything like this in your life. You led him to your bedroom, and before you knew it you were on your back on the bed, his slender frame covering you, hips grinding against your own.
“I think,” he whispered, “that you are wearing a lot of clothing.”
“Maybe you should work on that,” you returned. His hands were under your shirt at once, pulling it up and over your head, snaking behind your back to undo your bra with a practiced ease. You squirmed, moaning low as his lips found one nipple, running his tongue over it in circles before nipping lightly, a hand on your other breast, kneading firmly, thumb toying with your other nipple.
“Yeonjun,” you whimpered.
“I like the sound of my name in your mouth,” he whispered against the skin of your breast, before biting down on the sensitive flesh. You knew without a doubt that it would leave a mark. He continued to bite and suck marks into your chest while his hands wandered lower, hooking into the waistband of your leggings, dragging them and your underwear down your legs and off in one motion.
“I--” you started to speak, but your thought was cut short by his fingers ghosting over your folds.
“God, you’re fucking soaking,” he muttered. “You needed this, didn’t you?” You nodded, and he gave you a wicked grin, pushing one finger inside you slowly, hooking it, searching for the exact spot that would send you over the edge. He quickly added a second finger, beginning to thrust slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace as you began to writhe on the bed.
“You’re still…” you stammered. “Wearing clothes…”
“You are correct,” he replied. “Can’t decide if I want to take them off before or after I taste you.”
“I-- you-- what?” You couldn’t remember the last time someone had had their head between your legs-- James had always refused.
“I said,” he said lowly, settling between your legs, pushing them far apart, continuing to fuck you on his fingers, “that I want to taste you.” And with that, his tongue was flicking at your clit, fingers pumping hard and fast inside you, and you were over the edge, hands coming down to fist in his hair, tugging lightly. This only seemed to spur him on more, and he had you coming undone again in a matter of minutes.
“Yeonjun…” You whined.
“You really did need this,” he said quietly. “Probably about as much as I do.”
He shed his clothing quickly, throwing it onto the floor, slotting himself between your legs.
“Should we…” he began.
“Are you clean?” You mumbled, brain a jumbled mess already. “I am.”
“Yeah. Birth control?”
“Implant.”
“Do you want to do this? Now is the chance to change your mind. Just in case..." He trailed off.
“I swear to god, just fuck me already if you’re going to, I don’t give a shit,” you hissed.
“Are you really, really sure about that?” He bit his lip, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds now. "Fuck, you feel incredible and I'm not even inside you yet. I just might not be able to help myself. Fuck."
“Yeonjun.”
In an instant he was slamming inside you, the force and fullness leaving you breathless. He immediately set a breakneck pace, and you grasped at the slats of the headboard as he bent himself over you, marking your neck, your chest, eyeing you like a bird watching its prey as he drove into you again and again. You weren’t sure how much more you could take, two orgasms deep and with him hitting that spot inside you with every stroke, you could feel the burn in the pit of your belly. You were coming again quickly, shuddering against him as he pressed his lips to yours again, fucking you straight through your high until you were begging him to slow down.
“I’m--” he gulped, his lips leaving yours, his forehead pressed against your own now. “Close. So fucking close. God, you’re so fucking tight. So wet. Heaven help me, I'm going to come so god damn hard.” He bit his lip. “You going to come with me or what?”
Your brain did not need more suggestion than that, and you took a deep breath, letting go as your release crashed upon you, your eyes squeezing shut as stars flashed in your vision. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled himself, and you didn’t even care. You had needed this. You were still desirable. James didn’t know what he was missing. Maybe this was all you required to get back on your feet.
You clawed at the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you came down from the high. When you finally opened your eyes, you looked up to see Yeonjun, peering down at you. But something was different.
His eyes, once an intense deep brown, were completely black, sclera and all. You stifled a scream, but before you could even let loose a sound, an overwhelming sensation washed over you, an almost pleasurable burning, racing over your skin from your scalp all the way to the tips of your toes. You shivered, and noticed Yeonjun was frozen in place, staring down at you as if in shock.
"I... I didn't think that would actually happen," he stammered. "Holy fucking shit." You were vaguely concerned when you were suddenly overcome with a sense of worry, but it wasn't your own. You were still far too confused for that yet.
“What…” You started. "What are you talking about?"
He finally pulled out of you and sat back, regarding you quietly. His eyes were normal again, leaving you questioning if perhaps you’d imagined the whole thing.
You weren’t imagining it.
His voice sounded in your head, clear as a bell, and you yelped in surprise. Were you hallucinating?
Maybe I’m having a stroke , you surmised. Sure, that sounds great. We'll go with that.
Not a stroke, either. He was smirking now. Although perhaps you may wish that were the case before too long.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” You gasped for air. You could feel him in your head now, but you could also feel yourself in his. His mind was racing as he watched you, as he sat unmoving.
You sat up and grabbed at the sheets, trying to cover yourself.
It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think? He bit his lip, an almost sinister glint in his eye.
“Stop doing that! What did you do to me?” You demanded.
He smiled.
“Creating a bond isn’t a one way street,” he said quietly, smile gone as quickly as it had appeared.
“A bond? What are you talking about?” You frowned.
“You played a part in this. Don’t place the blame solely on me. I asked you if you were sure. I didn't know what would happen, but I at least tried to warn you.”
“Sure about what? Warn me?!" Your voice was becoming higher and higher pitched. "What exactly the fuck are you talking about?"
"I've always thought it was a myth, the bonding," he replied under his breath. "Apparently, I was very, very wrong."
"You keep saying that," you grumbled. "Bond. But you really haven't explained what it means."
“A soul bond,” he said simply. “Can’t you feel it?"
Don't say no, I know you can.
“Is that what that— how— what—“ You sputtered. “What exactly are you that you were able to do… whatever this is?”
“I don’t think you want to know that right now,” he laughed darkly.
“What, are you going to tell me you’re a demon or something?” You laughed, remembering his eyes. Surely just a trick of the light, or the haze in your brain...
You stopped laughing just as quickly when you realized that he was absolutely not laughing. Just staring. Then he grinned again, and his eyes were black, and you shrank against the headboard, drawing your knees up to your chin.
You supposed you’d be writing apology letters to your neighbors for the screaming.