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REWIND.
PART II
Hyunjin x reader x Seungmin. (s,a)
Chapters: Part I
Synopsis: As a part of a research team that works on a memory-erasing machine, you work alongside the professor whom you greatly admire and a computer geek who relentlessly flirts with you. But the one that you want is the one that you can't have. (10,1k words)
Author's note: Happy reading! Let me know what you think of this fic after :)
Hyunjin almost slips as he runs in his socks and when he returns to the staff lounge, he finds you lying on your stomach on the sofa.
He can see the shape of your body basked in the faint moonlight that shines through the floor-to-ceiling window like a beautiful nymph out of Greek mythology.
He loses track of time just standing there, staring at you with admiration pooling in his eyes. He would have mistaken you for a marble statue if you weren't moving, propping a hand under your head, and turning your head his way.
"Are we going to use that condom or what?"
This is what he's been waiting for but he wouldn't mind if you changed your mind, he would love to just lie next to you and stare at your face all night.
But Hyunjin simply can't resist feeling the softness of your skin under his fingertips and the way you whimper under the faintest of his touch. Oh, he's in too deep!
"I'm afraid you have to make me wet again," you playfully say as you lay back on the sofa facing up.
"That wouldn't be a problem," he says, planting his mouth on your stomach and blowing air on it.
You laugh at how tickling it is and put your hand over your head, "My dad used to do that when I was a kid. Oh no, you make me think of my dad," you croon.
It's a good thing that Hyunjin knows how to take your mind off things, he puts his mouth on your cunt and wets it with his slick tongue.
Your hand reaches for his head and you pull him, making him hover above you so you can kiss him. He can feel you licking your essence off his lips then mix it all up in a deep kiss.
You spread your legs open and wrap them around his dainty waist, drawing him closer and closer until there's not even an inch left between your bodies.
Before Hyunjin forgets, he reluctantly breaks the kiss and props his elbow against the sofa.
"Wait a minute," he says.
"You make me wait again," you complain with an adorable pout.
He softly laughs then rips the foil packet with his teeth and carefully takes the rubber out.
"Need my help?" You offer with a soft scratch on his head.
Hyunjin doesn't answer but sits on the sofa, putting all of his focus on rolling the rubber down his length and pinching the end to make a little space.
He settles himself between your legs as you put them on each side of his waist. He doesn't hesitate to insert his fingers inside you again, feeling you clenching as he curls them inside
"Fuck..." he lowly hisses.
He pulls his fingers out only to see they're coated with your essence, he puts them in his mouth next, licking them clean.
"Do you think you can take me?" He asks with a hand that runs down the valley of your breasts.
You're slyly smiling and nodding at his words with a finger tugged between your teeth.
He uses the tip of his cock to tease your clit, "But you're so little," he says.
You prop your elbows against the sofa and reach for his cock, repeatedly rubbing it down your folds to lubricate it with your wetness, then slowly, you push it inside you.
You lean back down as you calmly mutter, "You can do the rest."
It's only the tip but Hyunjin already feels like he's about to lose it. He grips your thighs as he slides in the remaining length, little by little with his eyes intently watching his cock disappear into you.
"Oh, my God! Yes..." you breathlessly moan.
He glances up and sees you touching yourself with your eyes closed, seeing you enjoying yourself reminds him that he should be enjoying it too.
Don't think too much, he reminds himself.
He pushes in until his cock is buried inside your tight, warm walls. He has to take a moment just to try to calm down. He lets his body hover above you with a hand propped next to your head to not put his whole weight on you. He can't seem to gain any of his senses back.
Suddenly, he feels a finger pressing on his forehead, then he hears your laugh.
"You have this crease on your forehead," you tell him, dropping your hands around his neck to pull him close.
He lets out a shy laugh and hides his head in your neck, "It's just— you just feel so good," he mutters.
The two of you stay like that for a moment until Hyunjin is sure that he has some self-control in him to continue. He looks at you, slowly lowering his mouth on yours as he starts moving his hips.
It's not the first sex he's having but it's the first time Hyunjin doesn't think about his own pleasure. He wants to make you feel good, more importantly, he wants to make this special.
His thrusts are slow and steady yet they're enough to make you a moaning mess under him. You're whimpering against his lips, your hands are clawing at his back and your legs are locked around him.
At times, he wants to follow his greed, having all of you at once but he reminds himself that you're not just some girl, you're the girl. You're the girl he likes and adores, you're the girl that he believes is more than just one of his passing fancy.
He knows you've just climaxed for the second time just now from the way your walls tightening around him. He immediately slows down, giving you a moment to relish the immense pleasure.
"I'm cumming," you breathlessly inform a little too late.
"I know" He murmurs, then presses a kiss on your lips.
You eagerly return his kiss with your hand taking a fistful of the hair on the back of his head, a kiss that turns into a slow, sensual making out in the middle of sex.
You gasp for air when you let go of the kiss with your eyes still closed and he uses the opportunity to remove the strands of hair covering your face, putting them to the side and holding them there.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," he mutters with a low sigh.
When you open your eyes, you catch him staring at you and smile, "What? Lose your virginity?"
Hyunjin cracks a laugh and softly caresses your cheek, "Yeah, that."
"Let's switch positions," you say, not waiting for his approval to turn over without pulling out of him.
With you on top of him, Hyunjin can see all of you, the shape of your body against the soft moonlight and the eyes that looking down on him, full of glint, lustful, and alive.
Never in the times he thought of you, you would be on top of him and slowly rocking your hips back and forth, feeling his full length inside you.
"Oh..." His moan is quivering.
You maliciously smile knowing what you're doing to him and now, rolling your hips in slow, circular motions.
Hyunjin's hand immediately grips your waist to stop you because he knows if you keep doing it, he won't last long.
"Give me a moment," he tells you with a suppressed grunt.
You take the hand resting on your waist, exploring your body with it, and let him feel you. You run his hand down your chest and cup your breast, letting him knead on it.
You let your hand and let his hand continue its exploration while you lowly moan as he caresses your body with his knuckle.
"Gosh, you're so beautiful," he sighs in disbelief.
Hyunjin can't wrap his head around the fact that not only he can see it, but he can touch and feel it too. He brings his hand to your face and sighs again, "So beautiful."
You lay your hands on his chest and hover above him as he asks, "Let's continue, mmh?"
Not sure if that was a rhetorical question but Hyunjin can only prepare himself for what's coming. You move at a steady pace, making him drown in pleasure and he feels the need to do the same so he uses his thumb to gently circling on your clit.
You keep clenching and unclenching around him and it does nothing but give him the utmost pleasure, he can feel that his release is only a minute away. You pause for a second to plant both of your feet on the sofa to give him more depth and ultimately, more pleasure.
Hyunjin isn't ready for it but seeing the way his cock slips in and out of you is hypnotic, he can't seem to do anything but let the pleasure pull him under.
He blanks out for a moment as waves of pleasure wash over him and finds himself overwhelmed, running out of breath.
You kiss his open mouth and giggle, "Are you okay?"
Can't believe how you casually asked him that when you've just made him cum and it's the best one he ever had. Maybe it's the sex, maybe you're too good at it but he believes it's because he's doing it with you.
He roughly brushes his hair to the back and sighs, "Fuck... That was so good."
Even though he's still catching his breath, he puts his arms around you and draws you close, pulling you for another kiss. He breaks the kiss but keeps your head close to him.
"I can tick it off of my bucket list now," he playfully says, sending you collapsing on top of him, laughing.
Hyunjin comes back from the bathroom to find you in the pantry dressed in his sweater with your black tights on. He sees you taking the leftover pizza out of the microwave and start munching on it.
He sits on the stool and takes the other slice of pizza from the plate, then tilts his head to the side, watching you eating as he takes a bite of his pizza.
Aware of the stare, you're smiling as you chew on your food. You turn away to grab a new can of soda from the fridge and pop it open.
"Now that you've had sex with me, you can stop pestering me," you tell him.
Hyunjin takes the can of soda from your hand and takes a sip, "What if I want to keep clinging to you?"
"Just go..." you grumble, taking your canned soda back from his hand, "like... date someone your age."
Hyunjin hates it whenever you bring it up, not only about it but the way you make it sound like he's a snotty 12-year-old boy. He drops his half-eaten pizza on the plate and leans forward on the counter.
"That's a lame excuse," he says in disagreement.
"What?"
"The age gap thing," he replies.
He stacks his hands on the counter and looks at you, "I'm of age, you're of age," he points out the only fact that matters here.
Hyunjin snatches the can of soda from you again, "I'm hot, you're hot," he lays out another common thing you both shared.
You giggle at that and wipe your hand on a napkin.
"And the sex was great," Hyunjin adds with a lopsided grin.
You raise an eyebrow at him, doubting his remark.
"I know you liked it," he confidently says, finishing the can of soda oda and wiping his mouth after.
He gets off his stool to get another can of soda from the fridge and leans against it as he opens it, "And you obviously know I like you," he lists another one.
Hyunjin calmly sips his drink before coming up to you, standing right close to you as he makes a conclusion out of the list of things that are true between you and him.
"And despite that, I keep annoying you, I know you like me too," he makes a bold statement, ignoring his heart that is pitter-pattering inside him.
The fact that you have nothing to say to that only means it's also true. Despite the way you act annoyed whenever he flirts or teases you, you like him but sure, yeah, not as much as he likes you.
But you like him.
Hyunjin rests his elbow against the counter and looks at you, his eyes crinkling under the fluorescent lights.
"So tell me," he says, "What stopping us from dating each other?"
It's your turn to steal his soda now, taking a long gulp with your eyes locked in a gaze with him. He senses that you have the answer but is reluctant to say it to him and you don't have to, he knows enough from working with you for a few months now.
Hyunjin thinks he knows the reason why.
"My sweater looks good on you," he compliments.
He gets on his feet to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you, not wanting to think, he just wants to kiss you and exist in this moment with you.
So he does, he crashes his lips against yours and kisses you with all of his heart, even though they won't be enough to change your mind.
"But what's underneath is better, of course," he mutters against your lips as he slips his hands under the sweater, fondling your breasts as he continues kissing you.
The sound of the landline phone ringing echoes through the halls and reaches Hyunjin's ear. He groans because he gets interrupted for the second time, not when his hands are busy getting under your sweater.
You abruptly stop kissing him and gasp, "It must be the Professor!"
You gently push him away and dash to your desk, Hyunjin unconsciously following you there, watching you take a deep breath before picking up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Yes, Professor?" You confirm your guess.
"Hyunjin?" You glance at him, signaling that Seungmin asks for him.
He presses his ear close to the phone to hear glimpses of the conversation.
"He didn't pick up the phone because he's in the bathroom," you cover for him.
Fuck. His phone is in his jeans and it's lying around on the sofa in the pantry, that's why he couldn't hear him calling.
"Yes, yes," you nodding along as you speak, "I'll tell him that."
You slowly turn around to face Hyunjin after hanging up the phone, he can see the slight panic on your face.
"What?" He curiously asks.
"He's on his way here," you answer.
"Professor Seungmin?"
You nod.
"Oh, fuck!" Hyunjin curses, feeling a mix of things but mostly in disbelief that he still decides to come when he could have spent the night with the missus.
"We have uh..." you fumble check the time, "like... half an hour?"
Hyunjin refuses to believe that his sweet dream should end this way. He follows you as you walk back to the pantry.
"Okay then... we still have time for another round of sex," he jokes.
"No..." you grumble.
You pick up his jeans and toss them at him, "We have to start cleaning up!"
Hyunjin puts on his jeans and almost trips on them as he does it in a hurry, "What do you want me to do?" He asks.
You're putting on your skirt as you talk, "You do the main lab and he–" you pause to zip your skirt before continuing, "he wants you to send the system status."
He almost malfunctioned looking at you taking off the sweater next, forgetting what he's about to say to you.
"What are you waiting for?" You ask, perplexed.
"Let me just—" he quickly puts on his t-shirt and brushes his hair to the back.
Even after that, Hyunjin stays there and watches you putting on your bra, swiftly clasping the straps together without looking.
"Hyunjin!" You call him while tossing his sweater back at him.
That works to snap him out of it, getting him moving and realizing that he needs to remove any signs of fun around the place.
However, Hyunjin still needs one more thing. He comes up to you and without thinking, presses a long kiss on you. The kiss certainly takes you by surprise that you can only look at him when he pulls away.
"I'm going now," he breaks into a run before you can complain.
When Hyunjin arrives at his desk and encounters a serious problem, he knows that his sweet moment has finally come to an end.
-
The sheen of sweat is apparent on your forehead, you scoop some water and splash it right onto your face. You fix your hair, tuck your blouse inside your skirt and not forgetting to spray some perfume. You do anything to get rid of any evidence that you’ve just had sex with your co-worker.
You do a final lap and make sure there’s not a single trace of fun that happened in this workplace a while ago and head to the main lab. You spray the place with a can of air freshener to remove the smell of weed that may still cling in the air.
Hyunjin’s head turns in your direction, “We have a problem!”
The last thing you need to hear is there’s a problem and from the look on Hyunjin’s face, you can tell that it’s serious. You sigh and take a stand next to him, “What?”
He types fast on his keyboard and shows you a chart, “He was off the map,” he says.
With your head already filled with worries, you find it hard to focus on it, “What do you mean?”
“He went off the brain map. He was almost erasing the wrong memory,” he explains with his fingers touching his plush lips.
“Almost? That doesn’t mean it happened, right?” you ask with a quivering voice.
“The failsafe… it worked to stop him from going way off and led him back on the map,” he confirms yet he’s not looking so calm about it.
“Then what is the problem?” you meekly ask, knowing that it’s going to be time to dread.
Hyunjin glances at you and pinches his lower lip before speaking, “You know we have to tell Professor about this right?”
“Oh, fuck!” The profanity automatically falls out of your mouth.
Surely, you have the option to not tell him and act like nothing happened but Seungmin would know. He would most likely check it himself and eventually finds out, there’s no way out of this but come clean to him that you both fucked up.
“Oh… fuck…” You meekly curse with your hand massaging your temple.
Now you know how serious it is that your head starts to spin and you get groggy, you blame it on the alcohol and the recreational drug mixed with anxiety, making you suddenly feel sick. If Hyunjin wasn’t there holding your hand, you would have broken down onto the floor.
“It’s okay. We’ll just tell him it happened so quickly that we didn’t notice but the failsafe worked, the procedure is almost done anyway,” Hyunjin resolves, trying to comfort you.
His phone is vibrating on the desk and he goes to check it, reading a text from someone, “Tim said Professor has just come through the gate.”
All of a sudden, you wish you could have smoked that one rolled joint from Hyunjin’s tin can, it would really helped you relax., you run to your desk and put your lab coat on. Seungmin could come any minute now and you check your appearance for one last time, then rummaging inside your bag to put a fresh coat of lipstick and pop two mints into your mouth.
The sounds of the elevator chimes open make your heart drop and you tell yourself that it’s time to put an act. You smack your lips together and turn around on your feet, ready to greet him.
“Good evening, Professor!” You cheerily greet which only makes it seem even more suspicious.
Aware that you’re smiling too enthusiastically, you quickly tone it down a little and clasp your hands together in front of you, letting him know you’re at his service.
As usual, Seungmin avoids looking into your eyes, he swings his briefcase and takes off his coat, putting it down on your desk, “What’s the update?”
Even though you know he’d ask that very question it still catches you off guard, your hands are flailing as you take his briefcase and coat in your hands.
“Uh… they uh… they’re on their ninth and progressing,” you stammer.
Seungmin doesn’t waste time to check it himself, you decide to put his things in his office first and join everyone in the main lab after. You have to go back to retrieve your notebook, in case Seungmin wants you to do something.
As expected, he’s checking everything himself, and from the look of Hyunjin’s face, he told Seungmin about it already.
“I checked everything and nothing else shows up, it’s only that one… I-I’m sorry, Professor, I left for a moment and not…” Hyunjin is babbling, trying to explain himself.
However, Seungmin seems to not hear him, he’s too busy checking everything himself. It would have been great if he scolds any of you but no, he stays quiet with his jaws all clenched and it looks hot on him but gosh, it only makes you more nervous.
Hyunjin throws a glance at you and you take it that he needs you to back him up but the problem is something feels caught in your throat, not allowing you to speak out. You repeatedly gulp air to muster up the courage to open your mouth and
“Hyunjin, I want you to check the log system!” Seungmin orders without looking away from the computer screen.
Hyunjin awkwardly gets up from his chair and scratches his head, “In the server room or…?”
Seungmin turns his head to the side, sharply glancing his way, “As soon as possible,” he says.
Even though Seungmin is not answering his question, Hyunjin immediately scrambles to get his laptop and hugs it close to his chest, “Copy that!”
He heads for the door when Seungmin calls his name again and you exchange a glance with him right before he turns around, “Yes, Professor?”
“Don’t miss out on any details!” Seungmin warns him with an icy glare.
Even if it’s not aimed toward you is already enough to send a shudder down your spine. Feeling bad for not being able to defend Hyunjin, you chase after him as he leaves for the server room in the lower level and grab his elbow, “Hey...”
In response to your sad call, he softly smiles and takes your hand to squeeze it, “I’ll be downstairs. No need to worry,” he says with a playful laugh.
You scoff and reach for the collar of his sweater, fixing it for him, “Okay.”
“Can you tame the beast while I’m away though?” he jokingly asks while keeping his voice low, afraid that Seungmin would hear it.
You doubt you can do that but you stifle a nod, “I’ll try.”
-
One thing you learned from working as his assistant for three years is that when Seungmin is mad, it's better to give him space.
You let him work in the main lab by himself, he'd call for you when he needed you which is a rare thing, and he's doing fine by himself most of the time.
However, you know that you and Hyunjin's recklessness has caused this therefore, you have to try to ease him up and most importantly, apologize.
Watching through the window in the pantry, you see that Seungmin is leaving the main lab and he's most likely going to his office.
You were planning to make a cup of tea for yourself in the hope of helping you sober up but then it seems like a good idea to make one for Seungmin too. who knows a nice cup of tea would help to relax him?
You keep retreating with a tray in your hands, having second thoughts about the tea but you remind yourself that it's not fair that Hyunjin has been taking all the blame himself and you should take responsibility too.
Three knocks on his door and you let yourself in, "I made you a cup of tea, Professor," you quietly mutter, almost inaudible.
You have been looking down at the floor but the absence of his answer makes your eyes wander, he only turns the light on this desk and keeps the rest of the room dark.
Through the faint moonlight that shines through the blinds, you see Seungmin's silhouette, the tall figure and wide shoulders. His hands are busy untying his tie open and pulls it around the collar of his shirt.
You have to actively tell your brain to start talking and not just stand there, staring at him.
"Professor, I'd like to apologize for being so careless and putting the test subject at risk," your throat is so clogged up that you find it hard to say those words.
Seungmin doesn't say anything but gets to the coat hanger, putting his suit jacket on there.
"Why? You're not the one operating the machine," he calmly says.
It's like walking on thin ice, one wrong step and you're done. So you choose your next word carefully or else, you'll be drowning in his icy glares.
"Because I was here when it happened and I should've alerted Hyunjin about it," you tell him, taking over the blame from Hyunjin.
Seungmin's head snaps in your direction yet he remains standing there, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow.
"Do you understand how important this test is?" He asks, his voice is calm yet sharp.
At this point, you just have to follow his words if you want to make it out alive so you meekly nod, "Yes, Professor."
He then goes around the desk, leaning against the desk, and crosses his arms in front of him, "Do you want me to fail?"
You strongly deny with a head shake, "No, Professor."
You look at him even though you can't see much in this dim light, "I know that I disappointed you but it was never my intention to make you fail," you earnestly tell him.
It's kind of offending that he makes it sound like you tried to sabotage him when in fact, you were neglecting your work to fool around with your colleague but you can't tell him that, right? Well, fuck.
Seungmin suddenly lets out a snarky laugh, "You see, the whole world wants me to fail," he says.
You take a step closer to let him see that you mean every word you say, "I don't want you to fail, Professor. I do."
"And why's that?" He asks, sounding a little weary.
Except for the desk lamp that casts a backlight behind him, it seems like Seungmin finds comfort in the dark that lingers in the room so that he can drop his facade and become a man who simply seeks validation from someone.
"Because you're great, Professor," you reply without wavering.
"Your brilliance is just... I don't think I ever met a man who is not just good but also passionate about his works," your words fell apart in the middle because it's never easy to try to fathom your thoughts into words.
"You're amazing, inspiring..." and you don't care if that sounds phony or cliché, you want him to know that.
It's like your body is attracted to him, your feet unknowingly take you another step closer to him and your hand rests on his arm.
"And if only you could see yourself the way I see you, it'd blow your mind," you tell him.
This time, Seungmin holds the gaze longer than a second and it intensifies into a stare that sees right through you and you let him, you let him see the respect you have for him and your pure admiration.
And it's too late to hide those feelings that stem from all that, so you let him see them too.
You break away the eye contact and fumble to recover, "Professor, I—"
Then he reaches for your face, turning your head to make you look into his eyes again, and weirdly, you feel like you already have a home in them.
The next thing you know, your lips are on his lips and you don't care whoever leaning in first, all you can feel is how warm and welcoming his kiss is, it almost feels like coming home.
However, in the next moment, you realize how wrong this is and abruptly stop kissing him. You immediately retreat until the back of your legs hit the sofa.
"I'm sorry, Professor, that was so..."
Wrong? But that didn't feel wrong, it feels right and if anything, it confirms your feelings are true for him.
"I love you, Professor," you blurt out yet letting them out feels relieving like a ton of weight gets off your chest at once.
"In fact, I've loved you for years now," you continue, ignoring how pathetic you spun saying that.
Then you plop down on the sofa and plant your face in your hands, realizing the damage you've done.
"Oh, my God..." You take a shaky breath through your mouth as tears pooling in your eyes.
"I shouldn't have said that," you mutter with the guilt gathering in the pit of your stomach and making you feel sick inside.
There's no turning back now and all you can do is face the consequences, it means losing the job and losing him forever. You feel pathetic for feeling the saddest for the latter.
Seungmin takes a seat next to you on the sofa and his hand holds your chin, gently turning your head his way. You feel so exposed as he looks at your tears-streaked face and how pathetic you look right now.
And you're ready to hear him saying that the two of you can't do this, that he has a wife and this is wrong but instead, you see fondness in his eyes as he tenderly wipes your tears with his knuckle and puts your hair to the side. He holds your face with both hands like you're a fragile object that needs extra care.
You finally find the reason why he kept avoiding your eyes and that's because he feels the same for you, he gets lost in each other's eyes and knows what it would do when that happens.
It's what happening now and it's getting out of control yet none of your hands are going for the steering wheel, you both let it happen, and you let your lips collide in an explosive kiss.
Seungmin kisses you hard and deep like he's been wanting to do that for a long time. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and tight like he's never letting go. And... oh, the way a heavy sigh slips out of his mouth between kisses only tells you that he wants it just as much as you.
"Call my name," he suddenly mutters against your lips.
"Profes—"
He then puts his thumb over your lips, stopping you from calling him by his title.
"Call my name," he says again then swipes his thumb across your lips.
"Seungmin..." you breathlessly say.
It's the first time you call him by his first name yet it doesn't feel foreign in your mouth, it's a simple thing yet it brings him a lot closer to you.
He hastily presses a kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he says, "Say it again."
You softly smile with your eyes closed and say his name again, "Seungmin..."
Seungmin smiles hearing you calling his name and it's the first smile you've seen on him in a long time, it's nice and endearing, but what makes you happy is knowing that you're the one who made him smile.
Without warning, Seungmin crashes his lips on yours again, harder and deeper. He holds your body closer and tighter, not letting you go, and oh... you don't care that you'll end up in flames, it hurts so good.
-
It takes him almost an hour to extract data in the server room and he gets used to the constant whirring of the machinery in there.
When Hyunjin gets out of the room, he is greeted by the eerie quiet of the empty building. The elevator is already on stand-by when he pushes the button up, he gets in right away while hugging his laptop close to his chest.
He pushes the floor number on the panel and waits for the doors to close when suddenly, the doors slide open again.
Hyunjin reckons it's the security taking another lap around the building to make—
His eyes widen when he sees that it's the least person he expects to ride an elevator at four in the morning with. He recognizes her from the expensive bag and the towering heels she's wearing when she has no one to impress.
"Mrs. Kim?!" He awkwardly greets, failing to hide the perplexity in his voice.
"Take me to him," she says, keeping her head straight as she speaks.
There's nothing to see here except that she'll find Seungmin working hard in his lab but Hyunjin also can't help himself thinking, what if...
He anxiously picks at the lint on his sweater the whole elevator and hopes that none of you are anywhere near each other.
The second the elevator doors are open, Hyunjin slips out ahead of her and hurriedly guides her toward the main lab.
"Professor has been working hard in the lab. Please, this way," he says, showing her the way as he walks two steps ahead of her.
But of course, Mrs. Kim is not one to fool, she notices that the light in Seungmin's office is on and decides to check it.
"He's not in his office, he's in the main lab observing the test," Hyunjin insists, trying to avert her attention away when he doesn't even know where the two of you are but his instinct tells him that it's right behind that door.
It's too late for Hyunjin to try to stop her somewhere as she pushes the door open, and lets it fly open.
Hyunjin slowly turns his head and sees his fear become reality. Seungmin is lying on top of you on the sofa with your hands all over each other, not just kissing, but passionately making out like two drunk lovers that they're not aware of people watching them.
"Working hard, huh?" Mrs. Kim says at Hyunjin, throwing daggers with her eyes.
It takes Hyunjin a moment to think of what he needs to do, he aggressively knocks on the door to snap both of you out of your lover's daze.
Seungmin breaks the kiss, he lifts his head toward the door and the moment he sees his wife, his eyes instantly dim like day turns to night.
Mrs. Kim stomps her heels against the floor and it's echoing in the hallway, Hyunjin gets out of the way as Seungmin runs out of his office to chase for his wife.
"Wait, wait, wait," Seungmin shouts as he keeps running after his wife to the elevator.
"I knew it, Seungmin," His wife says as she keeps aggressively punching the elevator button.
"I came here to work. This is a... uh..."
Even a genius such as Seungmin can be at a loss for words when he gets caught in this situation, Hyunjin reckons.
You come out of the office not long after with your hair disheveled and your eyes red like you've been crying, "Mrs. Kim, I'm so sorry, it's my fault, I kissed him first, I..." you run out of breath as you talk fit every word into one sentence.
Mrs. Kim walks past Seungmin and comes at you but maintain a safe space. She looks at you with disgust in her eyes and it goes on for a few seconds until she stops staring and claps her purse in front of her.
"You can have him," she says to you.
That gets you confused, and you blink your eyes unable to respond to that, "But Mrs. Kim... It wasn't my intention. I'm just a stupid girl with a stupid crush, I—"
"YOU ALREADY DID!" She raises her voice at you, making you smaller than her as you shrivel in front of her.
Seungmin grabs her by the elbow but that's not enough to stop her, at least, she calms down as she lets out a heavy sigh.
"You already did once and now you fucking did it again," she may have lowered her voice but it stings a lot more than the previous.
"Wh–What do you mean?" You ask her in genuine confusion while raking your hair to the back.
Mrs. Kim glances at Seungmin, hinting that it's his turn to speak, "Fucking tell her!" She says to him, yanking her hand away from him and entering the elevator.
Hyunjin is caught between you and Seungmin now, the tension is suffocating him but what is unbearable is seeing you hurt.
"Seungmin?" You meekly call him with your eyes glassy with tears.
"You wanted it," Seungmin says.
"What?" You ask in utter confusion.
"You begged me to do the procedure on you," He gives you the full answer.
You stagger to the back and hold the edge of your desk to steady yourself, "What did I–I do?" You stammer.
Seungmin looks at you then towards the elevator, he puts himself in this position where he has to choose between you and his wife.
"Seungmin," You desperately call his name again as your tears overflow your eyes and roll down your cheeks like waterfalls.
"Please..." you sadly beg.
But Seungmin knows better that you're asking him more than just an answer, you want him to stay, you want him to choose you, not her.
Hyunjin watches as the scene unfolds into a gut-wrenching sight as Seungmin makes a final decision, he goes for the elevator and leaves you here, breaking down all alone.
-
"Are you... are you okay?" Hyunjin asks as he helps you get up from the floor.
What is okay about this? He chooses her and not you.
No matter how much you expected this, you can't escape the pain of knowing that he left you after what you both shared a while ago.
What is okay about finding out he's been hiding something from you?
You need to know what she meant when she said you already have him once and you get a hunch that it has something to do with the locked files. It's just been there, speaking out to you, telling you to open it.
"Let's get you a glass of water," Hyunjin says, putting his hand on your back to get you to the pantry but you turn away.
You barge into Seungmin's face and search for his access key, you spill out the content of his briefcase for it and find it tucked in his wallet.
Hyunjin is about to enter the office when you run out carrying the access key with you to the main lab. With your eyes blurry with tears, you access the locked file on the computer and scan the access key to unlock it.
There are files, the same ones a test subject took whenever they get chosen for a test and you open the profile to find yourself on it.
Your heart sinks and it's bringing you down with it, you open the file one after another and your name is written all over it as test subject number 3.
Hyunjin takes your hand away from the computer to stop you from digging further into it but he's too late, you have pressed the play button on a video interview of you and you're dressed in a patient gown.
Then a voice asks, "So... tell me what you remember."
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SEUNGMIN: So, tell me what you remember.
YOU: [Exhales] We met at a lecture before and I am aware of how important you are, how smart, how respectable you are and I wanted to work with you, and I... I liked you immediately at the job interview.
YOU: A month into the job, I discovered that you're so mature and you're just so... nice. I admire you so much [inhales] I was– I get so tongue-tied around you when all I wanted is for you to think that I am smart [sadly chuckles]
YOU: Oh, Seungmin, I can't do this [sniffles] how can I do this? [Covers face with hands]
SEUNGMIN: It's for the best. You know that.
YOU: Yeah, I know [sniffles]
YOU: [Takes a deep breath] Remember that day when our hands accidentally brushed and we both felt that surge of electricity? You explained that when an atom has protons and electrons in odd numbers, electrons get excited. Then you said... it was you who was excited and in that moment, I just knew, I knew something was going to happen, something wonderful [smiles]
YOU: We took that trip to the beach at midnight and got there when it was time for sunrise, you got mad because I made your slacks drenched in seawater but that day I saw the biggest smile on your face [wipes tears]
YOU: You got this idea that we should live in one of those beach houses so we can watch the sunrise together... [sighs] The next month, you rented one and we went there every Saturday.
YOU: My life only existed every Saturday when I spent the early hours watching the sun rise in your arms in that beach house... [lets out a sob]
YOU: Gosh, we were so happy... we were so happy, Seungmin [sadly smiles]
-
You can't recall those memories in your head but you feel the ache in your chest, you can feel tears begin clogging your throat and it burns the longer you keep it down.
The interview is 98 minutes long and you're only on the first fifteen minutes, you're clutching at your chest as you hit the fast-forward button to the last five minutes of the video.
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YOU: ...said it's for the best, you offer me to get a procedure done because it's the only way we can get past this [sniffles]
SEUNGMIN: It's the only way. No one will get hurt this way.
YOU: [Nods] I know.
-
You roughly wipe the tears on your cheek with the heels of your hands, then rewind the video a few minutes back to find out the reason that led you to do the procedure with
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SEUNGMIN: Go on.
YOU: It's so hard [cries into hands]
SEUNGMIN: You can do this.
YOU: That day... that morning, I noticed the symptoms, and I don't know [rubs temples] I think I got too excited and hastily decided to tell you that I'm pregnant. I know I should've confirmed it first but I was just so enthused to tell you we might have a child together, our child, our future... [looks up in tears] There's nothing I wanted more than having a future with you.
YOU: [sobs] [rubs chest]
YOU: I took a test in the afternoon and turned out, I wasn't pregnant, it was... [sniffles] it was a false alarm but you, Seungmin, you were already far gone...
YOU: [choked sobs]
YOU: That's when I realized that I want a man who doesn't want the same thing as me [sobs louder] I was so wrong, I was so wrong to think that I can have it all...
YOU: [Wipes tears with hands] I want what you can't give. I want what I can't have in the first place.
YOU: I want you and it hurts living with that truth [clutches chest]
YOU: The most hurtful thing is I still want you... even to this very second.
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The sound of your own voice from the video blurs into a background noise as you feel the tightness in your chest and it keeps tightening, making it hard for you to breathe.
Your hand is clutching your chest, hitting at it to help you breathe but it does the opposite, you feel hurt instead.
Tears are dropping onto your hand and the surface of the desk, then you see the access key lying there next to your hand.
You take it, pull out the Polaroid, and turn it over to see that it's a photo of you resting your head on Seungmin's chest and you both smile at the camera, frozen in time.
What you said is true, you and Seungmin were so happy like two people in love.
No matter how many memories you erase, if two people are drawn to each other, there is little that can be done to stop that.
Even though you can't remember those memories, you somehow remember how they feel and they're real. You choke on a sob and fall onto the floor, crying into your hands.
You see, remembering is easy but it also hurts so much.
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SIX MONTHS LATER
"I can finish this myself," Professor Song says, her red lipstick in contrast to the plain white decor of the lab.
"Are you sure, Professor?" You ask, holding your notebook close to your chest as you watch her perform a dissection on a blue crayfish.
"Yes," she replies as she picks up an iris scissor.
"It's Friday night, a young girl like you should be leaving the office early," she says, turning her head to the side to flash you a smile.
It's been months and you still haven't used to this treatment, not that it's bad, she's nice, almost maternal but most of the time, she feels like a friend that you can comfortably talk to.
"I don't have anywhere to go, Professor," you say with an embarrassed laugh.
"Why not? Get out there, have a few drinks, and flirt with a handsome fella or two," she says, carefully cutting the tail with a cartilage knife.
Scientists are all the same, they work better when they're given the time and space. You have got permission to leave anyway so why should you stay and be a nuisance?
"Is there anything else you want to do then, Professor?" You ask.
She stops bending down and looks at you, "Yes. I want you to send an email to Dr. Lee. Ask him if he has sent the specimens I requested," she orders.
You jot it down quickly in your notebook, "Anything else?"
"No. That's it," she says.
You put your pen back in your lab coat pocket and clasp your hands together in front of you, "Well then, Professor, I'm off to flirt with a handsome fella or two," you poke fun at her.
She hovers to the other table to get a new set of dissection kits, "But remember, only take one home," she warns you.
You chuckle at that and bid your farewell, "Have a great night, Professor!"
"You too, darling!" She says in response.
You return to your desk to do Professor Song's last order of the day and as usual, the girls in the next cubicle are talking about everything they're reading on the internet to pass the time until it's time to clock out.
One of them notices your arrival and knocks on the wall of your cubicle, "Hey, someone came and looking for you," she says.
You stop taking off your lab coat and put it back on, "Yeah. Who?"
"He didn't tell me his name but he's really cute," she answers with a sly smile dancing on her face as if she's amused by her own thoughts.
"Thank you for letting me know," you mutter to her.
From the way she got swooned by the brief meeting, you kind of guess who it is and you'd be devastated if it wasn't him.
Your co-worker pops out of her cubicle again, "Oh and he said he'll be waiting by the aquarium," she adds.
"Okay. Thanks," you mutter your gratitude.
You focus on the task in your hands first, writing an email per Professor Song's request, and leave the second you get the notification that the email has been successfully sent.
The natural history museum you're working in has one floor specialized in sea life and that's the division you're a part of, the aquarium is right below your office.
You skip riding the elevator knowing they'll be crowded with people leaving from work and opt for the emergency stairs. Your heart is racing because what if your guess is wrong?
But also... what if it's right?
The aquarium tends to be dark and the only source of lights are coming from the tanks. You search through the place, among the visitors to find one who has been waiting for you.
And you find him standing by a tank full of seahorses.
Hyunjin looks the same. He's still dressed in oversized clothing and ripped jeans, he still misses his month haircut, except that now, he painted his nails black.
The bluish light of the aquarium casts a glow on his face and he looks so mesmerized by it, quietly observing it with his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans.
You quietly stand next to him, also shoving your hands in your lab coat pockets.
"Do you know that seahorses mate for life?" You utter a random fact to him.
Hyunjin softly chuckles and keeps looking at how the seahorses tangled their tails together to avoid losing each other when they travel.
"I kind of jealous of them," he says.
"Yeah? Why?" You ask.
"Imagine you're a seahorse and one day, you meet another seahorse, you get together and it just... works out," he answers.
"Well, yeah, too bad that you're a tall, sexy computer genius and not a seahorse," you jokingly say.
Hyunjin turns his head at you and your eyes meet, you both burst into laughter almost at the same time. You come to him and throw your arms around him for a quick hug.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
He holds your hand by the fingers as he speaks, "I didn't– I didn't want to disturb you, you seem busy and all," he answers.
"That didn't stop you from pestering me before," you joke.
Hyunjin takes a moment to look at you, probably making sure that you've been recovering well from that day.
"Wow!" He clicks his tongue as he checks you out.
You suddenly get flustered, "What?"
"I can't believe that I love seeing you in a lab coat," he replies.
It feels good to reunite with him even though looking at him reminds you of that night when everything fell apart. How you said unkind things to him, how you left that night and never returned. You were too embarrassed to call or even text him, you were so mean to him when he didn't deserve any of it.
"Are you busy now?" He asks.
You shake your head, "No, I was actually about to leave."
"Okay, great," he enthusiastically says.
Hyunjin is standing on his tiptoes as he asks you, "Do you want to get dinner with me?"
He must be so used to your rejection and probably think you'd reject him for the umpteenth time. This time it's different, you nod and accept his offer right away, "My treat."
You check the time and it's a little after five which means you're eligible to leave your duty.
"I'm going to get my things and we'll meet in the lobby?"
"Yeah, sure," he replies with a grin.
"See you in five!"
As you're about to leave, you remember something and turn around to look at him. You take something out of your lab coat pocket.
"You can have it while you wait," you playfully say, putting
takes a lollipop out of your lab coat pocket and hands it to him,
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The dinner went well, you caught up on so many things and Hyunjin was being careful the whole time by avoiding talking about the lab or Seungmin.
The night continues with him treating you with coffee since you paid for dinner. With the coffee shop is crowded, you decide to wait outside next to a newsstand and there you see him, Seungmin.
Seungmin is on the cover of every magazine there is, talking about his success in building a memory-erasing machine. It's either that or the news that he's expecting a child with his wife who would eventually become the heir of her parents' pharmaceutical empire.
You feel happy for him, genuinely happy to know that, at least, one of you is happy.
"Here you go," Hyunjin hands you one of the coffee cups he's holding.
You look away and take the coffee cup from him, "Thank you."
The night is warm so you both decide to take a walk in the park, trying to digest the dinner you both had. You stop by a bench look over the fountain and sit there.
"So you're working with fish now, huh?" Hyunjin says.
"Not fish. It's sea life," you correct him with a dramatic eye roll.
It's amazing that he can finish his iced coffee so fast, leaving only the ice cubes on the bottom of the cup. He puts the empty cup away and leans back on the bench.
"How about you?" You ask.
Hyunjin gulps air, probably hesitating to talk about how he still works for Seungmin. You put your hand on his knee and say, "You know you can stop being careful around me."
He looks at you, making sure that you're okay with it, "Well, we've been working hard on the production of two new machines," he says.
Everything seems to be going as Seungmin planned and as someone who was once part of it, you're proud of what they have achieved.
He grabs your hand resting on his knee and squeezes it, "Are you okay?"
You gave yourself enough time to wail over everything and even though, you haven't fully recovered, you don't intend to waste any of your time on it.
So to answer his question, you can confidently answer, "I'm okay."
He nods and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, "You still don't remember any of it?"
You shake your head, "No."
If there's one good thing that comes out of it is that the machine worked wonders. You can't extract the memories you mentioned in the video interview but they do evoke certain feelings you didn't know you had.
Now you get why Professor Hale glanced at you when he said the MNE-Machine is a huge success.
"How about—" Hyunjin stops himself from continuing his question.
"My feelings?" You finish his question for him.
You look inside you for an answer, "Forgetting seems to only amplify the feeling of loss but by remembering the pain... it helps me keep moving," you tell him.
You look up at the night sky and inhale the summer air as you talk about the one thing you learn about all this.
"I'm trying to embrace the entirety of my experiences, the good and the bad, the joyous and the painful... I'm learning still," you end with a low sigh.
Hyunjin slips his fingers between your fingers and laces them together, "I think you're doing great," he says.
Another thing that you learn is that these experiences and memories, regardless of their emotional weight, shape our identities, guide our actions, and ultimately, make us human.
And you'll always remember Hyunjin as a kind and warm person, most of the memories you have of him are good ones.
"Hyunjin," you call his name.
"Yes?"
"I'm so sorry for what I said that night," you sincerely apologize.
You remember how he tried to stop you from leaving, driving at dawn while crying and you shoved him hard, cursing at him and telling him to leave you alone.
"Hey, it's okay. I understand that you were so emotional that night and I would have too if I were you," he says.
Hyunjin is always so kind and understanding, you don't know how you failed to notice them before. Oh, well, it's because you were too busy putting all of your attention on the wrong guy.
He then puts his arm around your shoulder and mutters, "I'm glad you're okay," he says.
And in shared experiences like this, both the joys and the sorrows, are what bind the two of you together.
-
The walk to your apartment building is quite far from the bus stop but he's not complaining, he likes it and it means he gets to be with you longer.
"Did you find someone else to pester on?"
Hyunjin is busy wondering whether he should hold your hand or not when you suddenly ask him a question.
"The new assistant is a Star Trek fan and a math enthusiast, hard pass," he answers.
You laugh and grab his wrist to take him to cross the street and Hyunjin uses it as an opportunity to hold your hand. He senses your eyes on him as he confidently intertwines his hand with you and surprisingly, you're not letting go.
"How about Rina? You should ask her out," you recommend again.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes, "I told you, she's not my type."
"Then what is your type?"
"Older and prettier," he shortly answers.
You laugh and swing your clasped hand as you walk the street.
"It's a plus if she's great at sex," Hyunjin adds with an eyebrow raised.
You shake your head and laugh it off, your hand shoots in the direction of a building, "This is me," you say.
Hyunjin is not ready to part yet, he slows down his pace to buy him a minute or two. You let go of his hand to rummage inside your bag for your keys, it's jiggling when you get it out.
He stops at the base of steps that lead to the door of your house and waits as you unlock the door. There's another day and another chance to see you again, but... Gosh, he misses you so much, a few hours aren't enough to cure his longing.
You turn around to face him, walking down one step to be on the same eye level with him, "It's been great catching up with you," you tell him.
So this is it, this is the part where he has to say goodnight and see you again another day. Hyunjin inhales air and puts on a smile, "Thank you for the dinner."
"Thank you for the coffee," you say back.
"Thank you for the fact about the seahorses," he adds with a lopsided grin.
You chuckle and hold your hair from being blown by the summer breeze, you suddenly look him in the eyes as you say, "I can't believe that I'm about to say this."
That gets him curious, he gazes into your eyes and asks, "What?"
You press your lips together and smile, "I'm so happy to see you again," you tell him.
It's not just words, he can see it in your eyes and how they light up as you look at him.
If only you knew how long he's been waiting to see you again. Hyunjin waited because he knew meeting him would remind you of that painful night and that's the last thing he wanted: seeing you hurt.
"Are you going to just stare at me and not kiss me?" You say.
Is it selfish of him to say that despite the hurt, he still remembers the happy moments you both shared that night? He wishes you only remember that and now you said those same words from that night, he knows now you keep those in your memory too.
Hyunjin doesn't waste another second to put his lips on yours and while he pours all of his feelings into his kisses, he feels like his chest starts to fill up with hope in return.
Gosh, you still taste sweet and heavenly, he feels like his feet are floating off the ground as your kisses are taking him out of this world.
When you let go of the kiss, Hyunjin is still reeling from it.
"Do you want to come in?" You ask.
And in a second, Hyunjin finds himself back on earth, in this moment where you finally letting him in.
With all of his heart, Hyunjin answers, "Yes."
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