"What's up, Hikari?" A message from my friend popped up on my screen. It was already late, and I had spent hours scrolling through social media, trying to find some inspiration for my next article.

"Not much, just cleaning up my Snapchat," I replied, swiping through the endless selfies and random moments I had captured.

"You should see who viewed your story," she teased, knowing my apprehension towards the app.

"Nah, I don't care about that shit. I'm going to delete them all," I said with a yawn, my thumb hovering over the delete button.

As I scrolled through, a notification caught my eye. A new message from a username I didn't recognize. I clicked on it, expecting a spam offer or a random compliment. But the words sent a jolt through my body. "Hikari, I rarely reply to anyone's stories, but yours... you really took my interest." My heart raced. Who was this person?

I frantically scrolled back through my snaps, searching for what could've made someone feel the need to message me. And there it was: a video I had sent to the wrong person. A video that was never meant for anyone's eyes but my own.

"O shit!" I whispered to myself. Panic set in. Why did I send that? It was a drunken mistake, a moment of carelessness that could ruin everything.

The stranger's message continued, "You're the first girl to ever do that without asking for anything in return. I'm intrigued."

Hikari, feeling uninspired, discusses her Snapchat habits with her friend Rose. Despite planning to deactivate the app, she receives a mysterious message from an unknown user named Kim Seon Yung, who is intrigued by a private video she accidentally posted. He reveals his identity as a famous guitarist and expresses his attraction to her authenticity.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. That was a mistake," I typed back, hoping against hope that he would understand and let it go.

The response was swift and unexpected, "Hikari, don't apologize. That was the most genuine thing I've seen in a while. And yes, I'm that guitarist."

My jaw dropped. Kim Seon Yung, the heartthrob guitarist from that indie band everyone was obsessed with? He had seen my video?

"I gonna meet you soon," his message read.

I couldn't believe it. This had to be a prank. But the thrill of his attention was undeniable.

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After a quick shower and throwing on my favorite oversized sweater, I grabbed my bag and headed out to give my student his private lesson. The whole time, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to take a wild turn.

As I arrived at the coffee shop, my thoughts were scattered. I sat down with my laptop, the caffeine buzz helping me focus on the words dancing across the screen. The scent of freshly ground beans filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows.

"Ahh, finally finished," I murmured, closing my laptop with a satisfied click. I took a moment to appreciate the quiet before posting a casual snap of the closed laptop with the caption, "Another day, another article done."

My phone buzzed again. "A.. a writer," the message read.

Hikari is mortified when she realizes she sent an intimate video to Kim Seon Yung, a famous guitarist. Despite her apologies, he is intrigued and they continue to chat. Later, she goes to give a private lesson and writes at a coffee shop, where she posts a Snapchat of her finished work, prompting another message from him recognizing her as a writer.

I looked around, confused. Who knew I was a writer here? Then I remembered. It had to be him. The guy from Snapchat. How did he find me here?

"Yes," I replied tentatively.

"I can make your writing famous." The message sent a shiver down my spine. Was this for real?

"Oh yeah? How?" I tried to play it cool, but the curiosity was killing me.

He instructed me to check his profile. I did, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the familiar face of an actor I had seen in a couple of popular TV series.

"So, how?" I asked, my voice shaking a little.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "Do what I ask. From now on, you're mine."

The coffee shop was cozy, a perfect escape from the dreary weather outside. As I sipped my cappuccino, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear at the prospect of meeting Kim Seon Yung. The message had been clear: he had seen my vulnerable moment and was intrigued, but what did he really want? I pondered over his words, trying to figure out his intentions. Was this just a game to him, or was there something genuine behind that smirk?

Hikari is surprised to receive a message from Kim Seon Yung in the coffee shop, recognizing her as a writer. He suggests they could collaborate to make her work famous. She feels a mix of excitement and fear, contemplating the potential consequences of their interaction.

When the bell above the door chimed, signaling the arrival of a new customer, I glanced up. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the figure entering the café. It was him, Kim Seon Yung, looking every bit as handsome as he did on stage and on screen. He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto mine, and a warm smile spread across his face. He walked towards me, the sound of his footsteps echoing in my ears, each step bringing him closer.

He sat down across from me, his presence electrifying the surrounding air. The scent of his cologne was faint, but it was enough to make my senses tingle. "Hi, Hikari," he said, his voice a smooth blend of confidence and charm. "Thanks for meeting me."

I blushed, my palms sweaty as I clutched my phone. "It's, uh, no problem," I managed to stutter out. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

He leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "You don't have to be. I'm just a guy who saw something special in you." His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I believed him.

The conversation flowed effortlessly. He asked about my writing, my inspiration, and my favorite books. His interest in me was palpable, and I found myself sharing more than I ever had with anyone else. The café buzzed with the low murmur of other patrons, but all I could hear was the sound of his voice, the rhythm of his words drawing me in.

Hikari's heart races as Kim Seon Yung arrives at the coffee shop, his handsome presence filling the room. They start to talk, and he expresses genuine interest in her writing and personal life, making her feel special and seen.

As the hours passed, the storm outside grew stronger, the rain now a steady crescendo against the window. Inside, however, it was just the two of us, lost in our own little world. His hand reached out and gently took mine, sending a jolt through my body. The warmth of his touch was surprisingly comforting, and I felt my walls start to crumble.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. "I know we've just met, but I feel like I've known you forever," he whispered. His eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of resistance. But all I felt was a strange, overwhelming desire to be with him, to be a part of his world.

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft at first, tentative, as if asking for permission. But as I responded, it grew more passionate. Our tongues danced together, the taste of coffee and mint mingling. The kiss deepened, and I felt a warmth spread through me, a feeling I had never experienced before.

Breaking apart, we both took a moment to catch our breath, the air between us charged with something new and unspoken. He took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. "You're mine now, Hikari. And I'm going to make sure that every moment with me is unforgettable."

And with that, our romantic journey began, a whirlwind of passion, obsession, and the thrill of the unknown. His eyes held a promise, a promise of a life filled with excitement and adventure, and for now, I was willing to follow wherever he led.

The kiss grew more intense, his hand sliding up my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His touch was gentle but firm, as if claiming me, making it clear that I belonged to him. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling with the distant rumble of thunder. His tongue explored my mouth with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. This was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to take it.

As we pulled back, the café lights flickered, casting shadows across his face. Raindrops traced patterns on the window, mirroring the tumultuous emotions within me. He looked at me with a smoldering gaze, his hand still entwined in mine. "Let's get out of here," he suggested, his voice low and urgent.

We dashed through the rain to his waiting car, the cool droplets a stark contrast to the fire burning in my cheeks. Inside, the leather seats were warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the cold, wet world outside. He drove us to a secluded spot, a small park shrouded by the night and the rain. The engine purred quietly as he leaned over and kissed me again, his hand resting on my thigh. The electricity between us grew stronger, and I felt my resolve weaken.

We stumbled out of the car, the rain soaking us both to the bone. He led me to a shelter, his hand in mine, the touch sending waves of desire through my body. Under the protection of the wooden roof, he pushed me against the damp wall and kissed me harder, his hands roaming my curves with a possessiveness that made me gasp. His kisses grew more demanding, his teeth grazing my lower lip as his hands slipped under my sweater.

The cold air washed over my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was like a brand, marking me as his, and I couldn't resist the urge to arch into his embrace. The rain pattered a steady rhythm around us, a natural soundtrack to our passion. His hands moved upward, cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples. I moaned, my body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment all along.

He broke the kiss to whisper into my ear, "You're mine now, Hikari. And I'm going to show you just how much you mean to me." His breath was warm against my neck, sending a thrill down my spine. The storm raged around us, but all I could focus on was the tempest of desire building within.

With trembling hands, I pulled him closer, my own fingers tangling in his hair. His kisses grew more insistent, his teeth nipping at my earlobe, sending bolts of pleasure through me. His hands moved downward, tracing the waistband of my jeans, and for a moment, I thought we might lose ourselves right there in the rain. But something held us back, a silent understanding that we had all night, and this was just the beginning of a love story that would unfold in ways we could never have imagined.

Kim Seon Yung led me to his house, a sleek modern building that gleamed in the wet night. Inside, the warmth enveloped us, the rain a distant memory. He kissed me again, his tongue delving deep, tasting me as if I were a sweet conquest he had been craving for ages. His hands roamed my body, stripping away the layers of clothing that separated us, until we stood there, naked and vulnerable in the dim glow of his living room.

He picked me up, his strong arms holding me against his chest as he carried me to his bedroom. The scent of him filled my nose, a mix of rain and the faint musk of his cologne, intoxicating and addictive. He laid me on the bed, his eyes roaming over my exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He kissed me again, his lips moving from my mouth to my neck, leaving a line of tender love bites that would surely bruise. I didn't care; the marks were a symbol of his possession, a declaration of our newfound passion.Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin, his warmth seeping into my very soul. His hands explored every inch of me, his fingers dancing over my breasts, my stomach, my hips. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching into his touch, begging for more. And he gave it to me, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving a trail of fire that only his kisses could soothe.

He slid into me, filling me with a sensation so intense that I cried out. The storm outside mirrored the tumult within, lightning flashing through the windows as our bodies moved in perfect harmony. Each thrust was a promise, each gasping a vow, and with every moment, I felt myself slipping further under his spell. This was no ordinary love; it was an obsession, a consuming fire that threatened to burn us both alive.

And yet, as he kissed the marks on my neck, whispering sweet nothing in my ear, I knew that I didn't want it to end. I was his now, fully and completely, and as the night grew darker and the rain grew stronger, our love grew even more intense, a force of nature that neither of us could control.

Kim Seon Yung's eyes shone with a fierce hunger as he looked down at me, his body moving in a rhythm that seemed to match the storm outside. His hands held me in place, his muscles rippling with each powerful thrust. He whispered sweet things into my ear, each word a declaration of his obsession. "I am so obsessed with you," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck.



The pleasure was almost unbearable, each stroke bringing me closer to the edge. I could feel his need, his desperation to claim me, to make me his. And At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be lost in the maelstrom of our passion. "Fuck me harder," I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper.

He complied, his hips slamming into mine with a force that sent shockwaves through my body. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by the occasional slap of wetness from the rain outside. The bed rocked beneath us, a testament to our unbridled desire. His eyes never left mine, the connection between us was as intense as the storm that raged beyond the windows.

The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I cried out his name. He followed, his body tensing as he released himself within me, a groan of pure satisfaction escaping his lips. We lay there, entangled in each other's limbs, our breathing ragged and the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

As we caught our breath, the rain began to slow to a gentle pattern. The storm outside mirrored the one we had just weathered together. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the scent of our love making, a potent mix that filled the air. He leaned in to kiss me, his lips tender on mine. "You're mine," he whispered again, his voice filled with a possessive warmth that sent shivers down my spine.

And at that moment I knew that our story was just beginning. A love that started with a drunken mistake and grew into an all-consuming passion, one that would test the boundaries of what we thought we knew about desire and obsession. As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our union, the storm outside began to abate, leaving only the promise of a new day and the endless possibilities that it brought.

In the soft light of dawn, I awoke to find myself entwined with Kim Seon Yung, his arms around me like a warm embrace. The storm had passed, leaving a serene calmness that seemed to have seeped into the fabric of the morning. I looked at him, his features relaxed in sleep, and felt a tenderness that was new and overwhelming. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I traced the sharp line of his cheekbone with my fingertips, feeling the stubble of his beard against my skin. His breathing was steady and deep, a gentle rumble that was comforting and strangely intimate.

With a soft sigh, I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were warm and inviting, and as I felt the flicker of his response, my own desire stirred once again. He opened his eyes, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he took in the sight of me. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

The kiss grew deeper, our tongues reacquainting themselves with a familiar dance. His hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our bodies aligned. The heat between us was palpable, a reminder of the intensity of the night before. I couldn't believe that this was real, that I was here with him, feeling the beat of his heart against my own.

As we lay there, kissing lazily and exploring each other's bodies with gentle touches, the reality of what we had become began to settle in. He was no longer just a stranger from Snapchat, or a famous guitarist and actor; he was my lover, the man who had claimed me so fiercely in the storm. And I, Hikari, the girl who had accidentally sent him a private moment, was now, caught on the web of his obsession.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of passion and excitement. Kim Seon Yung showered me with attention, his eyes never leaving me for long. He was insatiable, his touch leaving me breathless and aching for more. Our days were filled with secret meetings and stolen kisses, our nights a tapestry of tangled limbs and whispered promises.

He took an interest in my writing, reading every article I sent him and offering feedback that was both insightful and encouraging. His influence grew, not just in my personal life but in my career as well. My writing began to gain traction, with readers drawn in by the raw emotion that seemed to bleed from every page.

The lines between love and obsession grew blurrier with each passing day. He was possessive, demanding, but also incredibly generous with his affection. Every moment with him was a rollercoaster of emotions, from the sweetest highs to the darkest lows. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to pull away.