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"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s.

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks.

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions.

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided.

"Thank you." You smile.

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you.

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling.

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again.

**

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party.

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying."

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle.

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks.

Ouch.

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?"

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs.

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move.

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor.

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong.

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces.

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening.

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it.

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about.

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.

**

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup.

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him.

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance.

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous.

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile.

"That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you.

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa.

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers.

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked.

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body.

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you.

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred.

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun."

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours.

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you.

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again.

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real.

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again.

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face.

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said.

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you.

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

**

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him?

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge.

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it.

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open.

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her.

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door.

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice.

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask.

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you.

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands.

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face.

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.”

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit.

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before.

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles.

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off.

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun,  wrapping her arm around him.

“I’m his fiancee.” 

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Your mouth dropped open ever so slightly as you replayed Jennie’s words over in your head again and again. 

Fiancee. 

That word was baffling you. How could he have a fiancee when the connection the two of you had was so fucking strong? You looked back at Baekhyun who looked uncomfortable with Jennie’s arm caressing him. You didn’t want to be in the same room as the two of them any longer. You could feel a large lump in your throat as anger burned inside you, the redness spreading across your face. You needed to get away and you needed to do that now. 

“If there is nothing else you need from me, Mr. Byun, I'll be getting back to work. Nice to meet you Jamie.” you half smile, avoiding any eye contact. You knew what you did, but you didn't care. 

“Uh, it’s Jennie.” she yells out, but you're already out of his office and half way back to your own by the time she gets the words out.

 You had no right to be upset with him - or her. You knew you didn't in your head, but your heart was another story. You two weren't together, you'd never been together. What right did you have? Nothing even happened, but you could feel the fact that you and Baekhyun were meant for each other. You knew that he knew it too. And all this time he had someone waiting for him at home. While your heart fluttered for him, her’s did too. 

You went home that night and felt like your heart was breaking all over again. You didn’t want to want Baekhyun, your brain knew that but clearly your heart did not get the same memo. And now you were faced with a hard decision and you didn’t know what to do about it. On one hand, you just knew that you weren’t going to be able to fight the connection that pulled you and Baekhyun together but did you really want to be that girl? The one who broke up a seemingly happy home. You could sense the love Jennie had for him, and you could see that he loved her, but you could physically feel the pure love and lust that he had for you. He didn't have that for her, at least not anymore. 

That night, you decided you weren’t going to be that girl. You were going to do your best to avoid him at all costs, avoid eye contact, and avoid being alone in any sort of space with him. Although you wanted to forget he even existed, that didn’t stop you from dreaming of him, again that night. The feeling of his breath on your skin, his hands gliding over your body, his mouth kissing every part of your skin. 

When you woke up in the morning, you were absolutely dreading going to work. You didn’t even want to be in the same vicinity as him but you knew it was unavoidable. As long as you did not end up alone with him. 

**

You had been in your office almost all day and had successfully veered off in the opposite direction of Baekhyun whenever he had tried to approach you. Glancing at the clock, you sigh with relief, you only have an hour and a half left of work for the day, and then you could enjoy the sweet relief of the weekend and could come up with a game plan for the next week. Maybe you could work remotely for the rest of your life? Move somewhere else.. Again. No, you couldn’t run away again. You hated moving, you hated starting over and you sure as hell were not going to let a guy ruin shit for you again. 

The second your clock hit 5 o’clock, you gathered up your things, muttered goodbyes as you walked towards the elevator doors with your head down, making sure not to make any eye contact with anyone. You jammed the down button a few times, hoping it made it come faster, but you knew that it didn’t do shit. As soon as the doors opened, you walked on and pressed the first floor. You watched the doors close, with you being the only one in there and only then realized that you had been holding your breath. You let out a large sigh as you listened to the elevator music, dreaming of crawling into your bed and falling asleep while eating a pizza and binge watching your favorite True Crime show. 

The next morning, you woke up refreshed, covered in pizza sauce and ready to take on the day. You cleaned yourself up quickly before putting on your favorite workout clothes. Lisa had told you good things about a trail that was down near the ocean and you wanted to take in the sights while getting a semi good workout in. You hopped in your car and made your way to the gas station that was halfway between your place to the trail and began pumping some gas before you ran inside to grab water, and some snacks just in case. Walking back out to your car, you stop in your tracks, feeling your face heating up as you see Baekhyun - who was not wearing a suit, pumping gas in his luxurious car. Your entire body was heating up in ways you could not describe as you watched his muscles flex. His shorts hung off his body just right, while the sleeves of his t-shirt clung to his muscles. You moved your hair over your face, clutching your snacks and water as you tried to rush to your car. You wanted to get in your car and peel off, and you almost did but then you remembered the fact that the pump nozzle was still in your car. As quietly as you could, you put the pump back where it belonged and got into your car and took off. That just pissed you right off. What the hell were the chances that Baekhyun would show up at the same god damn gas station at the same fucking time as you. 

You tried to do some deep breaths to calm yourself down but damn that pissed you off. You were trying your hardest to stay away from that man and here he is appearing out of thin goddamn air. 

As soon as you got to the trail you did your best to shake off the anger that was flowing through your body. You took a few more deep breaths, had some water and got out of your car and breathed in the fresh ocean air. You loved the smell of the air around the ocean, there was something different about it compared to the air of the city. You started walking as you plugged in your headphones, listening to your favorite pump up songs. You continued taking deep breaths as your pace picked up, walking along the path on the beach, the waves coming in. You stopped for a moment, watching the surfers, the people laying on the beach. This is what you loved. You smiled as you continued on the path, looking down at your phone while you walked, trying to find a different song, when you bump into someone. You looked up to apologize, but your entire body was on complete fire. Your eyes locked in on Baekhyun's, and you so badly wanted to press your lips against his. 

“Sorry.” You murmur as you move to the side to keep going. You couldn't do this with him, you couldn't even talk to him. It was too hard and you wanted him too much. 

“Y/N.” He called out as you began to walk away. You didn't want to do this. “Y/N stop.” He yells. You keep walking, pushing your headphones in deeper to pretend that you hadn't heard him calling out for you. You could feel the anger and lust building up from your toes, quickly pushing up your legs to your torso before it hit your head. How is he everywhere? You keep walking until you feel something grab your hand. The spark was electric and you knew exactly who it was. He pulled you to a stop, spinning you around at the same time to face him.

“Stop running from me, Y/N.” Baekhyun pleaded. He's desperate, you can see it in his face. 

“I can't do this with you.” You tell him. He can see the desperation in your face as well. The desperate need for him, as well as the desperate need for him to leave you alone. “You're engaged. Whatever you think you want from me, you don't. Go back to your fiance.” You spit. 

You pull your arm away from him, but he grabs it again with his quick reflexes. He spins you towards him, your chest pressing against his. You can feel his heart beating fast, your eyes lock. You can't fight this. You know you're meant to be. “We can't.” You whisper as he leans into you.n His head tilts to the side as he slowly moves in, his lips just hovering over yours. Your eyes close, you can feel his breath, you fucking want this so bad. 

But it never comes. You open your eyes and you're alone. Your lips parted, you were waiting for that kiss. You knew it was wrong but you wanted it. You needed it. You walk back the way you came, you were done with your walk. Your heart hurts. Your whole body hurts. It feels like forever to get to your car, but once you do you slowly start your car and make your way home. The hurt in your body only gets worse as the day goes on. You lay in your bed, withering in pain, before your nose starts to bleed. 

You've never in your life felt worse. Not even when all that shit happened to you before you moved. That feels like nothing compared to this. Eventually you manage to get your nose to settle down, and fall asleep. It was the worst night you'd ever had. You spent the entirety of the next day curled in a ball in your bed, not eating or drinking, strictly sleeping and weeping. 

Monday morning, you dreaded. You got into your office and shut all the blinds. You were an absolute mess. Your hair was slicked back into a bun, you wore whatever office clothes you pulled out of your closet. You're not even sure if they match, and you don't care. Your anxiety was through the roof the entire day, dreading the fact that you might see Baekhyun. 

Fuck you wanted him so badly. 

Tuesday, he wasn't there. Wednesday Or Thursday either. You still took the utility elevator everyday just in case you were to run into him. You really wanted to see him, but you wouldn't let yourself. 

Friday evening, finally the weekend. You were walking towards the elevator in the back, casually glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one else was there, when you saw a figure begin to approach you. Your heart starts to race, but not in the usual way when Baekhyun is around. You calmed down quickly, seeing a coworker you've had quite a few brief interactions with - Shownu. 

He was handsome. Very handsome. He had a good head on his shoulders, a nice smile, good job and just a gorgeous face. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles at you. “Can I ask why you're taking the service elevator?” 

You blush. “I just prefer it.” You smile. “It's faster than the main ones.” You tell him. There's no way you were going to admit you were actively trying to avoid the boss because of an intense sexual attraction you had to him. 

“I can see that.” He says, nervously. His hand rubs the back of his neck as he glances at the floor. “Listen,” he begins. “I was wondering, well hoping that you'd maybe like to go for dinner with me tomorrow night?” 

You're slightly taken aback. That's not what you were expecting, but why not? One date couldn't hurt. 

“Sure.” You grin. “That would be great.” You agree. A large smile spreads across his face in excitement at your acceptance. “Great!” He exclaims. “Should I pick you up? Around 7pm?” He asks. 

You happily nod your head as he says goodbye before walking away. You were excited, and for a little bit your mind was finally off Baekhyun.

** 

Saturday night, 6:58pm, you were ready and waiting for Shownu. You picked out your favorite little black dress, your hair was done exactly how you liked it. You did your makeup as a natural look but you felt absolutely beautiful. You were waiting for a car horn, or a text from Shownu to let you know that he had arrived. You definitely didn't expect to hear a knock at the door. You opened it wide to see a smiley, dressed up Shownu at your door, flowers in hand. 

“Wow.” He exclaimed. “You look stunning.” He finishes, handing you the beautiful bouquet. 

“You look so handsome, thank you.” You reply back. You're nervous but you can't quite pinpoint the reason why. 

“Shall we?” He asks, holding his hand out for you to grab. You do and he leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you, and shutting it before making his way to the driver's seat. 

The entire drive to the restaurant was spent talking about anything and everything. The conversation flowed so well between the two of you and there was never a pause, never an awkward silence. Even walking into the restaurant, the two of you carried on talking. 

“Right this way to your table.” the hostess smiles, leading you to the middle of the room, to a romantic table for two. As you sit down you can feel the extreme lust filling up your body. You're hot, you can feel your cheeks are flushed but you're hiding behind the menu, so Shownu doesn't notice.

It can't be. He can't be here. Of all the restaurants, he cannot be here right now. “Are you okay?” Shownu asks. 

You lower the menu, looking him in the eyes. “I'm fine, just got very flushed.” You half chuckle, taking a sip of water. You look just past Shownu's shoulder and that's when you see him. Baekhyun sitting with Jennie, his eyes trained on you. It felt like he was going to burn a hole through you with how hard he was staring. You really didn't want to deal with this right now. 

“If you'll excuse me, I'm just going to go to the ladies room.” You say to Shownu, your eyes shifting from Shownu to Baekhyun. 

“Can I order you a drink?” Shownu asks as you stand up. 

“Some wine would be great, thank you.” You smile, walking away to the bathroom. Why was this happening to you tonight?

You push open the door to the bathroom, placing your hands on the sink as your head hangs down. You hear the door open, turning your head to look, and there stands Baekhyun. His eyes are dark as he stares at you. 

“Shownu?” He asks. You can hear the anger in his voice. “Why are you out with him?” 

“He asked me on a date.” You say, facing Baekhyun. “I'm single, I'm allowed to date whoever I want.” You say, turning back towards the mirror. 

“Date? You're dating him?” Baekhyun snaps. 

“Who cares if I am? You're engaged. What are you even doing in here?” You ask him. 

“I don't know.” He mutters. 

“Then I'm leaving.” You sigh, pushing your way past him, reaching for the handle on the door. 

“No.” He says in a husky voice. His hand pushes the door closed. You turn around to face him, he's looking down at you. Neither of you say anything, you're both breathing heavily. 

“Fuck it.” He groans, both of his hands grab your face, pulling you towards him as he presses his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, his tongue slides into your mouth as the kiss deepens. You can feel his bulge pressing against you and you want it so fucking bad. You move your hand down to rub him, he quickly grabs your hand, pinning it against the door. His lips leave yours, moving to your neck as he takes his free hand, moving it between the two of you. His fingers sneak up the bottom of your dress, slowly making their way between your legs. He gently rubs between your lips, making your legs weak and your knees give out. He moves his fingers into your underwear, and between your lips, pressing onto your clit. You cry out, he lets go of your wrist, and covers your mouth as he starts rubbing you faster. Your eyes roll back as you spread your legs, allowing Baekhyun more room. He moves from your clit, pushing his fingers deep inside of you. He pulls his fingers out, spreading your wetness to your clit, before sliding, twisting back in. His head leans down, his hot breath hits your neck as he rams his fingers inside you. He slowly pulls his fingers out, placing them back on your clit, your cum covering his fingers. He moves his mouth back to yours as you wrap your arms around him, he grinds his clothed cock against you, as he fingers you. You weren't going to last long, you'd been waiting for this for too long. You break away from the kiss, you're both panting as you cry out. 

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You say before your orgasm takes over, making your eyes roll back again and your knees weak as pure ecstasy fills your body. “Oh my god.” You breathe, looking up at Baekhyun who is beginning to back away from you. 

He looks defeated. Guilt suddenly fills you. You didn't mean to do that, but how are you supposed to say no when you know the two of you are so right for each other? 

“Baek..” you start to say his name before he cuts you off. 

“That was a mistake. I love my fiance.” he says. 

Ouch. That hurt. 

“But listen.” You begin. 

“No. You listen. Address me as Mr. Byun from now on, don't look at me or talk to me unless it has to do with work.” He spits. “Tha..that was a mistake. You are a mistake. I love Jennie, and I want her. Not you.” He spits.  

“I'm sure you do love her, Mr Byun.” You snap, beginning to pull open the bathroom door. “But at some point you'll have to admit you want me more.” You finish. You walk out back towards your date, you adjust your dress, your legs still shaking from what happened in the bathroom as you walk back to your date. As you approach the table, Shownu looks up and grins widely at you. “Everything okay?” He asks. 

“Just fine.” You reply. “Now where were we?” 

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“I had a great time tonight.” Shownu grins, as he walks you up to your door. You give him a smile back, you couldn't stop thinking of what happened with Mr. Byun at the restaurant, the scenes flashed through your head as you remembered the feeling of his fingers, his hot breath on your neck. 

“Thank you for everything.” You say, giving him a small wave. You turn to open your door, but Shownu reaches out, grabbing onto your wrist. He pulls your body into his, his other hand moving to your cheek. Before you can say anything he leans down, gently pressing his lips to yours. You wanted to melt into the kiss, you wanted to make it more passionate. Shownu was nice, handsome, funny, sweet and smart. He was everything you could need or want in a man, and best of all, he was single. So why did you feel so guilty? Why did it feel like your heart was going to shatter at the feeling of his lips on yours? 

You pull away, whispering a small thanks, going inside and shutting the door. You wished you could have invited him in, maybe you just wanted to use him to get your mind off of Baekhyun, would that have been so bad? 

You took a shower, trying to scrub the shame of the evening off your body in an attempt to make yourself feel better, but it didn't work. You couldn't fully tell how you felt but it wasn't right. Ashamed? Guilty? Frustrated? All the above? You didn't want to see anyone else for the rest of the weekend, and that's exactly what you did. You holed up in your apartment, watching shows, eating food and staying in your pj's the entire time. By the time Monday morning rolled around, part of you was ready to interact with humans again but the other part wanted to stay in your bed and do nothing. 

You walked into the office Monday morning with your head down. You didn't want to see Shownu, and you sure as fuck didn't want to see Baekhyun. You gave a small wave to anyone who said hi to you, but you didn't make eye contact with anyone. Your head is still down as you walk into your office, as you go to your desk you hang up your jacket, praying the day goes quickly. And luckily for you it does. The clock hits 5pm and you can't wait to get the fuck out of there. You had successfully avoided all interaction with Baekhyun and Shownu. Now you are going to go to the bathroom quickly before heading home. You walk back to your office at a fast pace and your head down. You walk into your office and you see a pair of black shoes standing in the middle of the room. You can feel it instantly. The pull, the need, the pure erotic lust you'd felt before. Slowly you raised your head, seeing Baekhyun standing in a fitted suit, his face stone cold. 

“What can I do for you, Mr. Byun?” You ask, grabbing your jacket, refusing to look him in the eyes. 

“This isn't what I wanted.” He says. His voice is softer than how his face looked. “I didn't want this. I don't want this. I don't want to care or have such an intense attraction to someone I don't know, someone I don't want to know..someone who isn't my fiancee. But I can't help what I feel, and I can't fucking stay away from you.” He snaps. “No matter how hard I try.” 

“I never meant for any of this to happen.” You whisper. “I don't know what is happening, I don't know why I'm so attracted to you. It's like there's this.. “ you pause. 

“Pull. I feel a pull towards you, and it's like nothing I've ever felt, with anyone.” He finishes your sentence. 

Baekhyun stares at you for a moment before he turns, closing all the blinds in your office. He stands in front of the last one for a second, taking a breath. He turns around, his eyes glued to you as he walks to you. “I don't know what to do about you.” He sighs, grabbing the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His lips hover over yours, it's like he's second guessing his choice. You can feel how torn he is between you and Jennie. 

He quickly presses his lips to yours, you can feel the static and sparks running through your veins from this kiss, the amount of connection the two of you had was something you'd never thought possible. His warm lips pressed to yours harder, his tongue swept over yours in an urge to deepen the kiss. Your lips parted, letting him in, his tongue swirling around yours as he pressed his body hard to yours, backing you into the wall. Your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers running through his hair as you allow him to dominate the kiss. He doesn't want to waste any time, he hikes up your skirt, his fingers gently trailing over your clothed pussy. He can feel the heat you're radiating for him through the small touch. 

“I need you, now.” He pants. He quickly unbuckles his belt, pulling his cock out. He pushes your panties to the side while you lift your leg, placing it on the chair, waiting for him to fuck you. Just as he begins to guide himself in, his phone rings. He groans loudly, pulling it from his pocket to decline the call. He put its down, the tip of his cock dragging against your lips, you were so fucking wet as tou waited for him to be inside you. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

“Fuck.” Baekhyun yells. He picks up his phone again, answering it angrily. “What?” 

His face and tone soften. “Shit. When? Yeah okay, I got it.” He says, hanging up the phone. He looks at you with those please forgive me eyes. You drop your leg, fixing your underwear and skirt. 

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am, I have to go.” He sighs, tucking himself away. 

“Yeah, it's fine.” You half smile. 

It wasn't fine. He was leaving you with a throbbing clit and the biggest urge for a cock inside you. You watch as he walks out of your office, adjusting himself. You were lucky there was no one else here right now. You hoped that the two of you would pick things up tomorrow. 

That never happened. Baekhyun didn't come to work the next day, or the next day, or the next. In fact it had been two weeks since you had seen him, and no one in the office knew where he was. That was until today, when you checked your work emails, seeing a flight confirmation under your name heading to London. 

“Um.” You mutter, looking around the office. “Lisa?” You call out. She pops out of nowhere, smiling at your desk. 

“What's up?” She asks. 

“Why is there a flight to London in my name?” you ask, looking between the email and Lisa. 

“Oh shit, no one told you?” She asks. You shake your head, your mouth still slightly ajar. 

“Mr. Byun has been in London the last 2 and a half weeks. And now he needs a senior analyst there with him, and you were the one chosen.” She tells you. She glances at the clock. “Oh shit, it's already 3pm, your flight leaves at 6pm. You better get home and pack! Have a great time!” She yells as she walks off. You scramble to grab your belongings, rushing out of the office and hailing the first taxi you saw. He screeched outside your building and you asked him to wait so he could take you to the airport. You busted into your apartment, grabbing your suitcase from under your bed and throwing clothes, underwear, bras, pj's in there along with some shoes. You got all your toiletries together, found your passport, charger and anything else you could quickly think of. You changed your outfit into something more comfortable, you had an almost 14 hour flight ahead of you. Once you closed your suitcase, you locked up your apartment, and rushed down to the waiting taxi. You were sure you had forgotten something, even so, you'd figure it out. You'd never been to London, you were so excited. 

You made your flight on time, sitting in first class was boujee. You sat in a pod, the seat turning into a bed if you wanted. You ate some snacks, dinner, watched a couple movies and slept for a while. Once the pilot announced you would be arriving soon, you grabbed the spare work outfit from your carryon and went to the bathroom to change. You tried your best to fix your hair and your face, but it was hard with all your stuff sitting under the plane. 

As the plane landed and you got off, you followed the signs through the large London Airport. You found your baggage claim and once you got your bag you went out, only to see a man standing there with your name on a sign. 

“Miss Y/N L/N?” He asks. You smile and nod your head. He grabs your luggage, leading you out of the airport. 

“We'll get you checked into your hotel room, you can rest for the day, but Mr. Byun will need you tomorrow.” He says, glancing at you from the rear view mirror. 

“Thank you.” You say, letting out a big yawn. Fuck, jetlag was already hitting you. Once you got to your room, you took a much needed shower, after that, you had never been so happy to see a bed, you crawled into it immensely. It was almost like crawling into a cloud. You turned on the TV, wrapped yourself up in the blanket and soon you were out. 

The next thing you knew, your room phone was ringing loudly. You groggily answer it. “Hello?” you croak. 

“Good morning, Miss L/N. This is your 7am wake up call. The car will be leaving in 30 minutes.” She says, before hanging up the phone. You rolled out of bed, grabbing an outfit and your toiletries. You got dressed, did half assed makeup and your hair in record time. You slipped on a pair of shoes that best matched your skirt and shirt, grabbed your bag and room key and left for the elevator. You weren't looking forward to seeing Baekhyun, especially not after what happened last time. What was wrong with you? Why can't you just leave the man alone? 

The elevator doors open, and you see Baekhyun standing there, waiting. He nods to you, before walking towards the doors of the hotel. He opens the car door, getting in and leaving it open for you to get in after him. 

“Good morning.” He says to you. 

“Morning.” You reply back.

Nothing else is said between the two of you. The day passes quickly as you're in and out of the conference room, talking to multiple different people about multiple different things as you and Baekhyun try to close this deal that could take being a data analyst to the next level. There was 1 more day of work ahead of you, but here the two of you were, eating pizza in the conference room at 730pm with a few others. Baekhyun sighs as you all finish up. 

“It's getting late.” He says. “We can pick this up tomorrow. Thank you everyone.” When the others leave, you stand there waiting for Baekhyun. 

“You can go.” He says to you. 

“Oh.” You begin. “Well we came together, so I just assumed..” you trail off. 

“Ah right. Let me get my jacket.” He says. 

The two of you stand side by side as you wait for the elevator. He stands close to you, but not so close you're touching, just close enough to feel the spark. Your entire body tingles as you step onto the full elevator. As you step on Baekhyun puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the side. He stands behind you, moving closer, his body pressing up against your back. You desperately wanted to turn around and have him take you right then. But you atleast have a little self control.

By the time you had gotten back to the hotel, no words had been spoken between you. You walked into the hotel in silence, waited for this elevator in silence, and rode to the 14th floor in silence. You got off, and went to your room. You get your key card out, Baekhyun stops. 

“Good night, Y/N.” He says, as he continues to walk down the hall, he stops as you put your key in your door, turning around. He walks back towards you. 

“I'm so fucking tired of fighting this.” He snaps. He pulls you into your room, slamming the door behind him. He kisses you sloppily, it's so needy for the both of you. He grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head before quickly unhooking your bra, tossing it wherever. He drops to his knees, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it before moving to the other one. You let out a moan as your clit throbs for him. He releases your nipple and pulls down your skirt, discarding it along with your underwear. He stands up, tossing you on the bed before he undoes his tie, and takes off his jacket and his shirt. You can see the bulge in his pants growing harder and harder as he eyes up your naked body. He crawls onto the bed, spreading your legs wide. He licks a long strip up your soaked pussy and you scream. He begins to devour you, taking your clit in between his lips as he switches between sucking and flicking the nub with his tongue. He has you twisting beneath him on the bed as he licks and sucks you like his life depended on it. 

“Oh my god, Baekhyun. Fuck.” You cry out, making him go faster. He inserts two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out as he continues slurping up all your juices. You grab your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers as your orgasm builds. Before you can say anything you cum hard. Your orgasm rips through your body, your scream out in pleasure as Baekhyun slows down his work. 

“Holy.” You breathe. “Fuck.” 

Baekhyun sits up, smiling as he looks down at you, your chest heaving as you come down from your high. That smile disappears quickly as he stands up, taking his pants off, and boxers. He lets his cock spring free stroking it a few times. You lay there with your legs wide open, ready for him. He sticks his fingers inside of you, using your juices to lube his cock. He lines himself up with you and rams himself inside you. Your eyes roll back as he slams his dick into you over and over again. He grunts loudly, holding your legs in the air ad he fucks you hard, like he's been wanting to do for weeks. 

Baekhyun pulls himself out of you, pulling you up onto your knees. He moves behind you, inserting his cock back into your pussy as he reaches around to the front to play with your clit. You tighten yourself around him as he thrusts into you, while his fingers work your clit. It doesn't take you long to cum again, this time soaking his cock. 

“Fuck baby.” He moans. “You feel so fucking good.” He pushes you down, your face now on the bed as he picks up his pace. He rams his cock deep inside you as his fingers dig into your hips. You cry out and moan so loudly, you were sure you were going to get complaints, but you didn't care. 

“Right there.” You scream. “Yes! Fuck, right fucking there.” 

“Does my cock feel good baby?” 

“So fucking good. oh my god.” You scream. 

Baekhyun grabs onto a clump of your hair, pulling hard as he rams into you a few more times before he finally cums, his vision goes blurry as his cum seeps deep inside you. 

He pulls out of you, collapsing on the bed beside you. The two of you lay there, smiling at each other as you try to catch your breath. Baekhyun reaches over, caressing your face, you close your eyes. You only meant to for a second, but you were so tired you must have fallen asleep. You woke up the next morning, looking over at the spot Baekhyun had laid before and he wasn't there. You look around the room and see him sitting in the corner in a chair, watching you. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper. 

Baekhyun looks down, his fingers twisting the couples ring on his finger. His shoulders are hunched as he takes a deep breath. “I uh.. I don't know.” He answers. 

Your stomach sinks.

“I know you love her. You've been together for so long it makes sense.. but what if.. what if I'm your soulmate?” You ask. 

He looks up at you, he's confused until you can see it click on his face. He stands up, kissing you quickly before he puts some clothes on. 

“I need to talk to her.” He says, running out of the room. You get yourself dressed and ready for the day, you had only this morning to finish everything up, your flight leaves this evening.  

This was the hardest morning you had ever had. Your eyes kept wandering towards Baekhyun. You tried to fight it but he just looked so fucking good. He had a smile on his face, he was laughing. You'd never seen him so carefree before. Anytime he caught you gawking, he secretly winked at you, making your insides burn with desire. 

“I'm just going to go to the restroom.” You say, clearing your throat. You use the bathroom, wash your hands and walk out but not before a hand grabs you, pulling you down another hall. 

Baekhyun leans closer to you but you stop him. “Wait. I've been needing to know.” You begin. “Did you.. end things?” You ask him. 

“Yes I did. I ended it.” He confirms. He actually did it? 

“I've been wanting to do this all day.” Baekhyun groans, crashing his lips to yours. He presses himself against you, making you moan into his mouth. 

“Just fuck me, right here.” You gasp, his lips kissing all over your neck. 

He chuckles. “Now, now, baby. You have to be a good girl for me.” He groans, tempted to just do it. 

“Mr Byun?” You hear him being called. He sighs loudly, releasing himself from you, straightening up himself. He walks around the corner, taking the person calling him away so you can sneak out too. 

Once the clock hit 2pm, you and Baekhyun were out of there. Your flight left at 5pm, so there was still time for you to check out of the hotel and make it to the airport. The two of you sat in your seats on the plane, and you drifted off to sleep for almost the entire flight. As you and Baekhyun collect your luggage, he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers as you walk out of the airport. 

“I have to go the other way.” You giggle, trying to release your hand from his. “I need to get a cab.” 

“What? Absolutely not. I'll drive you home.” He smiles. He puts both your luggage in the back seat of his car as you get into the passenger seat. As Baekhyun drives towards your apartment, his hand rests on your thigh. You feel like you're going to explode if he doesn't touch you soon. Smiling to yourself, you reach over, placing your hand on his thigh. Every second you moved it up slightly, until you were finally on top of his cock. You gently massage him, making him groan. 

“You're making It hard for me to concentrate.” He breathes. 

“Oh yes, it's definitely getting hard.” You grin. 

Baekhyun stops the car outside your building, running around to your side, opening the door and pulling you out of the car and your suitcase. Baekhyun's hands grope your body as you try to unlock your door. Once it opens, he slams it shut behind you, pinning you against the door. His mouth is on yours, you're both pulling clothes off of each other, so desperate to feel each other. Baekhyun slides two fingers into your pussy, making you cry out as he thrusts his fingers in and out. 

“you're so fucking wet.” He moans, stroking his cock with your wetness. You pull him to the couch, pushing him down to sit. You climb on top of him, sinking yourself down on his cock. You gasp as he stretches you out. You begin to rock, grinding yourself on him as his hands grope your breasts. Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer to you, his hands move down to your ass, making you bounce up and down on him. 

“Shit.” He cries out, you squeeze your pussy around him as you feel your orgasm coming fast. 

“Cum for me baby.” He says, gripping your ass tighter, bouncing you faster. 

“Fuck.” You cry, your orgasm exploding through your body. Baekhyun keeps holding you up as he thrusts himself inside you, pounding himself into you, desperately needing to release himself inside you. 

He cums inside you, letting you soak up everything he's given you. You sit there for a moment, catching your breath. You slowly get off of him, your legs wobbling. 

“Come on, let's get cleaned up.” He chuckles, letting you lead him to the bathroom. 

A few hours later you were begging Baekhyun not to leave but he kept telling you he had things he needed to do. 

“I promise, after our little victory party tomorrow, we will go on a date and I'll stay all night and all day the next day.” He smiles. You pout but agree. 

“See you tomorrow?” You ask. 

“See you tomorrow.” He smiles, placing a small kiss on your lips before leaving. 

You were so unbelievably fucking happy. 

The next evening you were surrounded by coworkers as you celebrated landing the deal that you and Baekhyun had been in London for. Champagne in your glass, you looked good and you could not wait for Baekhyun to show up. You were talking to Lisa when she mentioned that Baekhyun was here. You turned around, a smile plastered on your face until you saw him. In he walked, fingers intertwined with Jennie. A big smile plastered on her face, their couple rings flashing under the lights. 

His words from just a few days ago replay in your head. 

“Yes I did. I ended it.”