The Guy Next Door | hhj
❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲?❞
↳ Chapter 2/7 of The Guy Next Door. See Chapter 1 for story description.
↳ Female reader x Hyunjin
↳ 13.4k
!! This fic explores themes that may distress some readers i.e. familial abuse (physical, verbal, mental), extremely strict/controlling parenting, mental illness, anxiety/depression and sexual exploitation. Please proceed with caution !!
! Strong language porn star au, strangers to lovers au, college au, first times au, neighbours au, porn star Hyunjin, inexperienced reader, angst and tension, explicit sexual content, heavy sexual themes throughout, frequent reference to pornography, themes of rebellion and self-discovery, violence and physical abuse, descriptions of injury, mental strain, an escape, a panic attack, a first kiss, a heavy make-out session, heavy sexual tension, breaking of minor laws, adult themes throughout !
「suitable for 18+ readers only」 「Chapter 1」 「Contents List」 「© October 2022 by jl-micasea-fics」
Ten thirty on a weekday, and Sabrina’s is quiet.
As it should be, you suppose.
The tourists have called their excursions a night, the students are winding down for yet more of the same tomorrow. Save for a few tables at the rear of the café host to a couple and an elderly local, there’s nobody around.
The look that Sabrina herself gives as you enter is one of equal parts confusion and awe; confusion on your presence—you’re never here past nine—and awe on your company. You can hardly blame her; it’s not every day one crosses paths with someone like Hyunjin. Not every lifetime.
“Well, hello there you two,” she drawls warmly from behind the counter she’s polishing. “Come on in, makes yourselves right at home.”
“Thanks Sab,” you smile, hoping the lingering side-eye you give her warns of best behaviour.
You head for the usual window booth and slide in, silently noting—with some amusement—how hyped Jisung’s going to be when you tell him who sat in his seat the last time you were here.
Hyunjin settles in comfortably, looks around the café in bemusement. He’s probably unimpressed by the eccentrically worn interior, but if he wanted something fancier, he shouldn’t have left it to you.
You grab a stiff, plastic-bound menu from the stand, slide it over the table towards him.
“You’re not having anything?” he asks as he picks it up, turns it over.
“I’m not hungry,” you shrug.
Hyunjin frowns, tuts under his breath, “But you didn’t eat dinner.”
“What can I get you kids?” Sabrina suddenly trills, thumping down two glasses of cloudy, ice-cold lemonade.
“We’ll take two grilled cheeses’, please,” Hyunjin answers at once. “And some coffee, if that’s okay? Black?”
Sabrina hums in understanding, flashes you a wink and toddles away, already calling out the order to the kitchen. You grab the glass of lemonade just for something to do with your hands, enjoying the cool against your clammy skin; seem to have been running a permanent fever since meeting Hyunjin.
“So,” Hyunjin sighs, leaning back in the booth seat. “Saint Brides University, huh?”
You nod awkwardly, at total unrest with the attention. Honestly figured that he’d just want a little slice of revenge after your peeping session and the two of you would part ways after whatever humiliation he deigned to unleash, never to speak again. This certainly doesn’t feel like a vengeful excursion.
“What are you studying?” he asks.
“N— Nothing special. It’s boring, really. I— I mean, it’s not boring, of course, I don’t think it is, but you probably would—”
