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He's in the studio again. Go figure. When is he not? It seems to be the norm anymore and it's hurting you. Most of the time he's working so much he sleeps there. Either hunched over the table or on the couch (if he makes it there.)
Some days you begin to wonder if he even likes you. You had been dating for a few months, you would think by now you'd know if he didn't.
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"It seems like all he cares about is work," you complain to your friend one day. "We've been dating for like, three months now and all he does is work. I might see him maybe, maybe once a week. I don't even know why he wants to be with me at this point. May as well break it off."
You sigh sadly, you don't want to break up with him, you really don't. He's not a bad partner, just, always busy.
"I don't think you should break up with him," she tells you.
"No? I just feel so...forgotten. Maybe I should bring it up when I see him next. I can't keep doing this. It's breaking my heart."
"Just, don't get into a fight with him. It's not worth it. Besides, he's such a sweetheart. I know you two will make it work."
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A few days pass and you finally make it over to his place. Once again, he's in the studio working. You sigh.
"Do you even like me?" you ask.
"What? Of course I do. I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't," he tells you. He sounds rather offended but you keep pressing.
"Then why do we never, you know, hang out? Go on dates? I think I can count on one hand how many times we've went out in the three months we've dated. What's that about?
"I don't think it's been that few," he says, still sounding rather upset.
"I'm pretty sure it has."
You're doing the exact thing your friend advised you not to do. You're getting into a fight. Either you stop and apologize or you just break it off and go home.
"Sometimes I wonder if we should just call it quits," you say eventually.
"What? Why? We haven't had any problems."
"All you do is sit in this studio working and I feel like I'm just pushed to the side. I'd say that's a problem."
"Why are you getting upset? You know this is my job. This is what I do. You knew this going into this relationship."
"Okay, maybe I didn't think it would cause issues in our relationship. All I want is for you to treat me the same way you treat your job. Like I'm important."
"Of course you're important," he says.
He's frowning now and you know you've really upset him. You feel like shit. You hate fighting and causing problems with people and you're doing it with someone you value. Someone you like a lot.
"I'm sorry. I should not have said that, and I'm sorry I'm causing us to fight."
"It's okay. Come here," he says, motioning for you to come to him.
He spreads his legs so you can stand in between them. He gives you a hug and looks up at you from his seat.
"You know I care about you. Just because I have a job I'm at all the time doesn't mean I don't."
"I know, but it's all the time. I feel very lonely," you look at him and pout.
"I'm sorry. That's the last thing I want to make you feel."
He kisses your stomach and squeezes you tighter.
"I can finish up here in about an hour. Will you wait that long for me? Then we can do whatever you want."
You smile at him and nod. You'd just have to find something to do while you waited.
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You call up one of the guys and begin to chat with them. Groaning on about Hongjoong working. You were still slightly upset despite him agreeing to do something. You didn't quite believe him. It was already 9 p.m. and you can just about bet he'll be slumped over the desk, snoring after he has passed out.
"I just...he says he cares, he said he'll do whatever I want to do when he finishes, but I just don't believe him. It wouldn't be the first time he's told me this, probably won't be the last," you gripe.
"You're definitely not the first partner I've heard this from," he says.
You had decided to call San, you figured of all people, he would understand how important it was to take time for your partner.
"What should I do then? How long did the other ones last?" you say sadly.
"Well..." he trails off. "Normally they leave within weeks."
"Weeks? Am I his longest relationship?"
"Yeah, I think so..."
"Well, call me a saint I guess," you laugh.
"You're definitely, um, patient, I'll give you that," he tells you.
"So, did they all leave cause he's married to his job?"
"Well, not all," he begins.
"Not all of them?"
"Don't mention I said this, he'd probably kick my ass, but..."
"Just spill," you say.
"A few of them didn't like the fact he was too busy for them but also too busy for sex. He's never been with any of them like that."
"Oh, uh..." you trail off.
"Yeah, and, well...he's never had a partner, as far as I'm aware, that hasn't complained about that."
"Did they all just vent to you specifically?" you laugh.
"No, not all. Sometimes Hongjoong would just tell me that's why they called it off."
"I see," you say.
"So, just. Well, I can't tell you what to do with your relationship, but, don't break his heart."
"Yeah," you say sadly.
"If you're going to call it off, don't mention that. Don't even mention his work. He takes great pride in it even if one day it might kill him," he says.
"Jeeze, that's a little extreme."
"I'm mostly kidding, but I'm serious about the other things. Again, he takes a lot of pride in what he does."
"So the sex thing...is it just cause he's busy or is there something else? Is he using work as an excuse to not do it?" you ask.
"I don't think he's purposely using it as an excuse, but yeah, if you want to say it's cause he's too busy..." he trails off.
"So, and not that it's super important to me, am I to expect to never get some?" you laugh.
"No, I'm sure you can convince him to. You just gotta be quick about it. Catch him at the right time," San tells you.
"The right time. Okay."
"I hope you don't go and break his heart. He does like you. He tells us all the time."
"Really?" you say almost sadly.
"Yeah, really. Says how you're cute and sweet and caring. That you're patient even when you don't need to be. Lots of stuff," he says.
"Well, shit. I guess I do need to stick around," you laugh.
You look at the time and it's been nearly an hour, so you tell San bye and head back to the studio.
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Just as you suspected, he's asleep. You frown. You close your eyes and try to hold on to what San had said to you. Don't break his heart. But he's breaking your heart. That isn't fair to you either.
You walk over to where he lays and poke him once. You wait for a response but get none, so you nudge him a little. He stirs awake and looks up at you. He looks confused and maybe a little annoyed until he sees it's you. Then he's looking guilty.
"Shit, I fell asleep. I'm so sorry."
You tap your foot. You're annoyed but you try to reel it in. Don't break his heart.
You sigh, "It's okay, Hongjoong. I'm sure you were tired. Do you want me to drive you back to your place?"
"No, I told you we would hang out and do whatever you wanted and we're going to," he says firmly.
"You're tired, exhausted, in fact. I don't want to make you hang out with me," you sigh sadly.
"You're not. I already said I would. That's not making me do anything," he says. He yawns a little and shakes his head to will his sleepiness away.
"You're so damn stubborn," you laugh a little.
"I, uh, will need you to drive, but let's go to your place instead. I don't want the guys to bother us when we get back."
You nod your head and hold out your hand for him. He stands up and rests his head on you and says he's sorry again. You tell him it's okay and that you need to start heading out before he falls asleep on you.
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You get to your place and he's still awake but you can tell he's fighting it. You try to be neutral in your emotions so you don't look too pissed off when he looks over at you.
"Let's head in," you say.
"I promise, I'm okay. Whatever you want to do, we can do."
"Okay, I believe you."
You walk up the stairs to your apartment and step in. He leans on you and wraps his hands around your stomach to hold you still.
"I really am sorry for being so focused on work and not on you. I have no excuse for it other than I get so into it that I can't stop," he says a little sadly.
"You really do," you pat his head and he lets go so you both can go sit down.
"There's not much to do now that it's after 10," you sigh.
"No, I suppose not," he says sleepily.
"I mean, we can watch something or whatever."
"I promise I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow I'll take off and we can spend the day doing whatever," he says.
"Okay," you simply say. You try to keep your voice neutral and show no signs of annoyance or disbelief.
"So, did you want to watch something?"
"No, I'd rather...do something else."
"Well, anything. I'll stay awake. Promise."
"Stop saying you promise," you laugh.
"Sorry, sorry. I know. It loses its meaning if I fail to keep them, and I've failed to keep them a lot in the past."
A moment passes of silence before he speaks again.
"Can we make out?" he says suddenly.
You're slightly taken aback, but you nod your head, "please..."
You've never actually made out with him. Again, he's always too busy. This was quite surprising to you.
Almost immediately he's scooting over to where you sit and pushes you down on the arm of the couch. Your eyes grow wide and you start to say something but he has his lips on yours in an instant. You grab his shirt as he kisses you desperately. You barely have time to breathe each time he parts ways with your lips.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, but I busy myself with work and I feel so stupid now." he breathes out shakily.
"Don't stop," you demand.
He puts his lips back on yours. He kisses you like you might run away and he'll never see you again. He kisses you like it's oxygen and he needs you to breathe. Coincidentally, you can't. You push him off for a moment.
"Let a girl breathe, damn," you laugh.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just..."
"Eager? Like you should have been doing this long before tonight?" you smile.
"Yes," he dips back down and attaches his lips to your neck.
You push up into his groin and he groans against your neck.
"Kiss me again," you breathe out softly.
"As you wish, " he smashes his lips against yours again.
You bite his lip and he moans into the kiss. He opens his mouth for you to poke your tongue in. He's gripping the couch so hard his knuckles are white. You're trying so hard not to rip his shirt open.
"Can I take this off? you finally ask as things get heated.
"Yes," he says as he lifts up his arms.
Once you get the offending garment off, your lips are back on each other's.
You can feel how hard he's gotten and it's driving you insane. You're desperate now. Kissing him has already made you wet. You need his cock inside you. Badly. However, you don't want to scare him away if he's not ready. Maybe he was shy about it? You couldn't believe that was the case the way he's attacking your lips and neck right now. You put the thought to the side and don't pick it back up.
You can't believe how big his chest is. For someone who "doesn't work out" it's rather nice. You can't help but feel him up as he's kissing you.
"You have a nice body," you blurt out. You turn red at your own admission.
"Heh, thank you," he blushes, too.
You wait to see if he's going to ask to take yours off but he never does so you don't push it.
However, he's grinding down on you now and you have to wonder if he really wants it or he's just that into kissing. Either way, you don't press.
He really loves kissing you because he has been on you for a good half hour. Not that you're complaining. You're surprised he's not passed out on you thus far.
"Are you okay?" he asks as he lifts up.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You seem to be somewhere else," he looks concerned.
"Oh no, I'm fine. I promise. Sometimes I just get into my own head about things. No big deal."
"What's wrong?" he asks, looking almost distraught.
"Really, it's fine. Just random thoughts."
"You don't want to tell me..." he says sadly.
"I promise it's nothing."
"Nothing is not "nothing"," he says.
You sigh, "I'm just wondering...God, it's so dumb."
"I'm sure it's not," he says.
"I just kinda feel like...all you want to do tonight is kiss and I...want more than that," you admit.
He leans in to kiss your forehead softly, "If you want more, I can give you more."
Your heart jumps at that. Which feels silly since you asked for it. It was just in the way he said it that made you feel butterflies.
"Okay," you say softly.
He gets up off the couch and sticks out his hand. You take it in yours and he leads you to the bedroom. You're nervous as fuck now and you don't know why. Maybe cause it's been months since you've been laid and you're so desperate for it that it's making you nervous.
"You okay?" he asks as he notices your expression.
"Yeah, just. Thinking it's been a while and I'm nervous..."
"Don't be. If anyone should be nervous it should be me," he laughs a little.
"Oh, well, no need to be. I'm sure everything will be fine. I trust you."
"Well, it's just. I've never been with someone like this. So, again, if anyone should be nervous..." he trails off.
"I trust you," you repeat.
"Okay. Okay good."
He kisses you as you enter your room and backs you up towards the bed.
"Can I?" he says as he pulls the bottom of your shirt.
"You can do whatever you want with me."
He smiles as he pulls your shirt up and off. He throws it to the side and puts his lips back on yours. He really can't get enough of kissing you. Not that you mind.
He pushes you to sit down on the bed and instructs you to lay back and scoot forward. You do as requested without a second thought.
"I wish I had not waited so long to be with you like this," he sighs.
He gets on his knees and unbuttons and unzips your jeans, pulling them down and throwing them off to the side as well. He then pulls off your panties and you want to hide from him. You push your thighs together.
He rubs the tops of your thighs and kisses your knees, "Hey you said you trust me. So please, trust me."
His voice is soft but stern and it makes you crazy. You open up your legs for him and he makes his way between them.
He wastes no time with getting his mouth on you, his tongue inside you. You gasp and you want to cry cause it feels so good.
He fucks you with his tongue and rubs at your clit. Your vision almost whites out and your entire body is on fire.
How is he this good? He had to have been lying, his friends, too. You shake your head because you know he would never lie.
"You okay? Not in your head again?" he asks as he comes back up.
"N-no. I'm good. I'm just...I feel like..."
You can't help the moan that escapes as he buries his face back in between your legs.
"Spread your legs wider, baby."
You do as he asks. He slides his free hand up your thigh and slides a finger inside.
You tell him you need more than that and he slides another in along with the first.
He starts to fuck you with his fingers slow at first, letting you get use to them. You push down into his fingers and beg him to go faster. To push in deeper.
He pulls out his fingers and pushes back in, adding the third. He fucks into you faster and you know you're not going to last long.
He has his mouth back on you. He slowly sucks and licks at your clit and you come apart. You start to cry cause he doesn't let up. Even after you swat at his head.
"One more. Give me one more."
You gasp as he sucks harder.
He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue again. He moans against you. He puts his hands on either side of your hips and digs his nails in and you nearly scream as your orgasm hits.
"Mm, you like it rough, don't you?"
"I...I do."
"Good to know," he smirks. "I want you on your knees."
You don't even know if you can stand let alone get on your knees, but you were going to try.
You go to the middle of the bed then get on your knees.
"You look so good like this," he says to you.
He pushes you down to your elbows, working you into a position that suits him. He glides his hands up and down your back, when he gets to your hips, he digs his nails in again, moving across your ass. You shake and he stops to soothe your skin.
He brushes your hair to the side and leans down to kiss your neck. He whispers that he's going to take good care of you, and if you don't like anything he does to let him know.
You nod your head and try to get out of it.
"Hey, just stay with me," he tells you.
You nod again and reach back for his hand. He immediately takes it and squeezes it to comfort you.
"Remember what I said. Let me know."
"Yes, yes...I remember."
"That's my good girl."
You squeeze around nothing as you get wetter. You need to be squeezing around him.
He caresses your ass up to your hips and to your sides. He rakes his fingers back down the opposite direction.
"Okay, I'm going to push in now."
You nod your head and feel him slide inside you. You sigh as he inches his way into you. When he fully gets seated, he pulls out to the tip and slams back in, pushing you up the bed a little. You cry out and grab the sheets under you. He pulls back out and slams back in again, each time he does he picks up a quicker pace. He has his hands gripping your waist to keep himself grounded.
He fucks into you harder and quicker, digging his fingers in deeper and deeper into your waist. He wants to leave marks so you knows you're his.
He never slows his pace until he's grabbing your hair and pulling you up to his chest. He pulls it harder and you gasp. He whispers in your ear that you're his and you immediately come.
"Oh, is that all it took? God, I didn't even touch you."
You're surprised, too. That's never happened before. You don't think it ever could again (although, you'd like to prove that theory wrong.)
He's still fucking into you despite you being completely overstimulated, but he's still not came yet.
He pushes you back down to the bed and shoves you to lay your front half completely flat on the bed. He whines and moans as he fucks you, like you're his own personal fuck toy. You would feel degraded, but this is exactly what you want.
He's gasping and calling out your name as be begins to lose control.
"God, baby, I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up and watch it drip down your legs."
"Fuck...fuck..." you mumble into the sheets.
"Shit, I'm coming, baby," he whimpers.
You reach between your legs and rub your clit as he fucks into you faster. You needed another release.
His thrusting gets messier and you can tell he's close.
He finally comes with a cry of your name, collapsing on top of you.
He quickly gets up and falls face first on the bed. Within seconds, he's asleep. You giggle to yourself. You can't move, so you just lay there til you can feel your legs enough to go clean yourself up. You end up falling asleep yourself.
You wake up in the middle of the night and he's still passed out. You feel gross and need a shower now. You get up quietly and head to clean yourself up. Unfortunately, you can't change the sheets since he's still sleeping, so you put a blanket down. You get dressed and lay beside him, snuggling up as best as you can without disturbing him.
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Morning comes and he's still sleeping. You're actually shocked he's even still in your apartment and not back in the studio, but you remember he did promise to take you out today.
You snuggle into him and he is still dead asleep. You realize he's never slept this much before so you actually wonder if he is dead. You don't dare disturb him though. He's so peaceful.
You play on your phone for a while before you hear him stir. He turns to face you and he smiles.
"Morning, baby," he says sleepily.
"Mm, that sounds so nice coming from you."
"You like when I call you baby?"
"Of course I do, silly."
He smiles, "Here, come lay back down with me."
You curl up into his chest and he kisses the top of your head. You try not to fall asleep again as he combs his fingers through your hair.
"Hmm, feels nice. Please don't ever stop doing that."
He laughs and reminds you that he promised to take you out today.
"What if I wanna just lay with you all day? Maybe mess around?"
"Whatever you want to do today, that's what we will do."
"I'm so sorry I didn't put you first in our relationship. I swear I won't neglect you like that again," he promises.
"It's okay, baby," you tell him. "I'm just glad you're with me right now."
"Me, too. It's always going to be you first. I love you," he says.
"You do?" you ask.
"I really, really do."
"I love you, too."