Archive of Our Own

Han Chae-Ah knows even before they officially get together that Park Yoon-Soo was still going to be the same tricky bastard he was when they’d first met. This was something Chae-Ah never lets herself forget, even if it seemingly poses less threat to her as time passes on. Trusting Park Yoon-Soo was one thing, but forgetting about his twisted nature was a different type of foolishness. 

Something she hadn’t accounted for, however, but really should have known looking back, was what a horny son of a bitch Park Yoon-Soo was.

It seemed like anything was enough to get him trying to seduce his way into her pants—and by seduce, she meant going in right for the kill and making some bullshit excuse when she shoved him off because What the fuck Park Yoon-Soo you’re supposed to be helping me clean not trying to make a bigger mess. 

Interestingly enough, Park Yoon-Soo never got upset when she rebuffed his frequent advances—sure, he’d give her a look and maybe try again, or even a third time before he gave up, but if Chae-Ah truly wasn’t having it he would back off.

As he damn well should, Chae-Ah thinks, but she did have to compare it to his attitude when they’d first met when any refusal of listening to his insane requests to poach innocent victims was met with frightening retribution. He’d mellowed out enough since then to somehow wiggle his way into an intimate relationship with her, of which the logistics Chae Ah was still trying to figure out. 

(She had gone insane, she thinks in the middle of the night sometimes, awake while the focus of her spiraling thoughts slept peacefully wrapped around her like a blood-sucking leech. She’d lost her damn mind)

"Yah, Yoon-Soo," she begins one morning after they've moved to Busan, hands on her hips and already feeling the familiar heat of anger crawling up her neck as she stares at her reflection in their bathroom mirror. "Didn't I tell you that today's my first day on the job?" 

Yoon-Soo wanders into the bathroom from the walk-in closet--because of course, their new Busan apartment had to be even more outrageously large compared to their Seoul one--still only dressed in a pair of sweatpants. He leans against the doorframe to look at her, and she knows that he knows what exactly he's done wrong because it's probably the hundredth time the bastard has done it. 

"It's cold outside," is his pathetic solution. "You can wear a turtleneck." 

"No turtleneck comes up this high," she counters back at him, pointing a finger at the three dark bruises curving from under her ear to the nape of her neck. Yoon-Soo is paying attention, but definitely the wrong type of attention with the way he's studying his handiwork. "You shameless dog," she hisses, already knowing where his thoughts are trickling towards.  "How many times have I told you not to do it where people can see?" 

And because Park Yoon-Soo has no thoughts past satisfying his own desires, he just shrugs. "Don't go to work then."

"And what, stay at home all day with you?" She already knows his answer even before she's done scoffing out the question.

He pushes himself off the doorway to come stand behind her in the mirror, hands placed on the counter on either side of her hips. Chae-Ah is abruptly aware he's mostly naked, and the press of his torso against her back spills a different type of heat into the irritation already warming her blood.

They hold each other's gaze in the mirror—Park Yoon-Soo, the absolute bastard, completely unrepentant—and hell if she's about to let him seduce his way out of this situation. She had to speak to her uncle to transfer positions from Seoul to Busan, and she wasn't about to lose it because Park Yoon-Soo couldn't keep his hands to himself. 

And yeah, she knows she didn't necessarily have to work because Park Yoon-Soo had enough money to pay for her expenses a hundred times over, and she'd rather never work another day stuck inside a taxi for ungodly amounts of time maneuvering through traffic, but she also knows that if she stays shut up in the house with this bastard all day, her mental wellbeing is the least of what will end up beyond repair.  

But Park Yoon-Soo must sense his quickly disappearing advantage because he tries to save it by really amping up his efforts. He presses closer to her, and a traitorous hand dips out of view to slip a few fingers underneath the hem of her shorts.

Three fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh is all it takes for her to snap. 

She throws up her arms, startling Yoon-Soo backwards and knocking him into the towel stand behind him.

Unfortunately, the suggestive hand on her thigh quickly turns into an instinctive grip to balance himself which drags her backwards along with him. They knock the door shut on their tumble to the ground, and it speaks to how used to their antics Geurim is that he doesn't even come knocking on their bedroom to check on all the noise. 

Needless to say, Chae-Ah ends up late for work.