#astro eunwoo scenario

[mykoreanlove]

say please? 🥺

“Open your legs baby, come on.” You shook your head in disagreement. Your boyfriend’s piercing eyes didn’t leave yours, not even for a second, as he was cowered in front of you, begging on his knees like the good boy that he was. His long fingers softly glided over your shins up to your thighs, but you still denied him access. “Baby, just do it.”

A soft energy surrounded him as he was trying to seduce you. Eun Woo had multiple sides to him, but he knew that you liked his whiny, pleading characteristics the most. Seeing him in such a state of contrast ignited a fire within you, one that would burn you with deep desire.

His appearance exuded an aura of danger, his well-defined physique and tousled hair presenting a captivating, heartthrob allure. Yet underneath this exterior, he radiated warmth and kindness, embodying qualities of compassion and love. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” His deep voice was hushed, yet sweet as honey. His eyes were glistening, painfully needy of his one true love. “Open your legs for me. Come on, princess.” You shook your head once more. Eagerly. Eun Woo chuckled in frustration, deciding on taking another route. “So, you don’t want my lips on the insides of your thighs? Pampering you with kisses? Soft, sweet kisses? The ones that are moist? Is that it?” You felt your thighs tingling, immediately responding to his words, screaming at you. “Now open your legs for me, honey.” He noticed you squeezing your thighs together in response and smirked internally, knowing that his tactics were paying off. Eun Woo got up on his knees and propped his arms on both of your sides, leaning in for a kiss but stopping right before touching your lips. His scent was intoxicating. His breath was too sweet. Everything in you fought hard to not give in. “You know that I can make you feel really good, don’t you, baby? The kind that has you high for days? Hooked even?” He watched you cautiously, all his focus was on you. You heard him whisper sultrily once more. “Open your legs for me, darling.” Eun Woo’s eyes darted down to your throat, only for a millisecond, catching you gulping hardly. He knew what he was doing to you, just as you knew what your resistance to him did. But now he was getting impatient. He turned his head to the side and graced your ear with his soft lips. “Let me taste you, baby girl. I really want to fucking taste you. Slide my tongue into your wet pussy. You are wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” He noticed your chest heaving heavily, going all in now. “Let me tell you what I want to do to you, y/n. You are going to open your legs for me, and I will dive head-first into your precious cunt. And I will drink you up like juice. I’m going to circle on your clit, poking and sucking until you’re jelly for me. Let me make that cherry pop, baby girl.” A soft moan escaped your lips, his words definitely painted a picture for you. “Open your legs for me, now.” You felt the heat in your body, but you decided to make him wait a little longer, you needed him agitated for a bit longer. Eun Woo clicked his tongue impatiently; the annoyance was written all over his face. “After I made your cherry pop, I’ll be sliding my tongue into your hole, baby girl. Sliding in and out, in and out while your delicious juices will be drooping all over me. Let me lick your folds. Let me lick you clean. Please just let me tongue-fuck you. Please.” His voice was almost breaking, his need for you too unbearable. Eun Woo turned around to face you again while breathing deeply. He noticed your dilated pupils and flared nostrils; he could even sense your pussy’s heat from up here. Fuck, you both needed each other badly, so he tried one last time. “Open your legs for me, baby. Please?”

[icequeenbae]

Translucence (m) | Astro LDM

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Reader (Lee Dongmin x Reader)

A Jinjin cameo? hehe

Established Relationship, slice of life, fluff, PWP, smut

Warnings: glass bathroom you heard me lol, explicit content, unprotected sex, this is smut with minimal plot (it’s becoming my style), a sprinkle of voyeurism, maybe a noona kink, maybe Dongmin's splendid ass is mentioned more than once

Word Count: ~4.2k

Author’s Note: Heyyy~ Finally posting my first ASTRO fic! This has been waiting to be released for a while now, but the timing wasn’t working out… But now that it’s done, I hope that you enjoy this little story! Let me know what you think~ And a special thank you to the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over my story, I really loved your comments, Jess <3

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Summary: It’s your first short vacation with Dongmin since you started dating, and you get a chance to stay at an extremely fancy hotel in Jeju. The ocean-view suite is perfect, yet there’s a small inconvenience… or a genius design?

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It was your first time taking a vacation together.

With the type of hectic schedule Dongmin had to maintain, you barely managed to book the hotel of your dreams for this weekend, which was actually your one-year anniversary. Two days was all you had, and you planned to enjoy them to the fullest, start to finish.

Which was why you’d surprised your boyfriend by appearing clad in a white sundress with a stylish wide brim hat to match. It was a simple feminine look, yet it set the mood from the start.

‘Wow, I’m suddenly looking forward to our flight…’ He smiled at you softly before murmuring, ‘You look beautiful.’

Avoiding his eyes timidly, you chewed on your lip to contain a silly grin. Dongmin took the handle of your suitcase to put it away in the trunk of the car.

‘Let’s get going, we have to be at the airport in thirty,’ Jinwoo’s voice startled you as the window on the driver’s side rolled down. ‘You’ll have a whole hour to exchange your lovey-dovey stares on the plane, children.’

‘Hyung…’ Dongmin mumbled in embarrassment, and you coughed, sliding into the backseat while your boyfriend’s palm hovered above your head protectively.

‘I’m older than you, Jinwoo-yah,’ you scolded, and he hummed in response.

‘Barely!’ He glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting your eyes, and added. ‘Noona.’

You shook your head in disapproval, and turned to Dongmin, who settled in the backseat with you and moved to buckle you up.

‘I can do it! Let’s not make Jinwoo cringe.’

‘Why would he cringe…’ Your boyfriend pouted, watching you tug at the seatbelt.

‘I’m fine unless you start the funny business,’ the leader announced nonchalantly from the front seat.

‘Have you ever caught us doing anything?’ You huffed, and the car was silent for a few long seconds. ‘Have you??’

‘Does hearing count?’ He asked, and your boyfriend’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.

‘Shut up,’ you laughed nervously, only half-assured that it was a joke.

‘It’s actually true. It was when we all stayed at the dorm for a sleepover. You rustle like mice,’ Jinwoo recalled.

‘What?? We weren’t doing anything fu-’

Dongmin’s hand suddenly squeezed your thigh, putting a stop to your protesting speech.

‘Please, just… change the subject, noona.’

~

Teasing you and Dongmin was Astro members’ favorite pastime, and you noticed from the very beginning. They simply loved making him a flustered mess. Not that you couldn’t relate – the face genius looked almost unbearably cute when embarrassed. You weren’t a stranger to teasing him yourself, just to get your fix of his adorable shy smile and his extensive nagging about how you never let him breathe.

In fact, he loved to nag. It was his way of showing affection.

‘Ah, noona… Your dress is so revealing,’ he kept whining while you were on the plane. ‘D’you know how active the sun is in Jeju? Did you apply the sunscreen thoroughly?’

‘Yes. But you can reapply it if you want an excuse to touch my chest,’ you murmured, making him flush red and lower his voice to a scandalized whisper.

‘That’s not what I meant-’

‘I’m sure it isn’t.’ You hummed, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘But I’d still let you.’

The flight from Seoul to Jeju Island was rather quick, about one hour in the air. And it seemed to be over even faster since you were too busy whispering, giggling like lovestruck teenagers, and ‘oh’-ing in excitement as you looked out the illuminator.

Going on a trip with your boyfriend was something you’d been dreaming of for months now, so your mood was through the roof from the moment you woke up. It kept gradually increasing while you were on your way to the dream destination, and reached its peak when Dongmin rented a car to drive the two of you to the hotel.

‘If anything is better than this view,’ you turned away from the window to look at your boyfriend’s relaxed form. ‘It’s probably this.’

‘What?’ He glanced at you, not catching your meaning.

‘You.’

He huffed, scolding you for being cheesy.

‘What, I’ve told you this before! You look most handsome either when you’re driving or when your hair gets wet.’

‘I shall try driving with wet hair someday. Will that make you explode?’

‘Is that your goal?’ You asked, tracing your index finger down the side of his neck, which made him squirm.

‘Stop it, you know I’m ticklish…’

‘You’re not ticklish, you’re sensitive.’ You corrected, running the pads of your fingers over his skin again to make him shudder. ‘So, who’s exploding now?’

He gave you a reproachful look, and you chuckled, pinching his cheek to annoy him further.

‘Why do you have to be so shameless, noona…’

‘Don’t you love that about me?’ You asked playfully.

‘I do,’ he was quick to admit. ‘I love everything about you.’

Caught off guard by his sudden confession, you fell silent. Dongmin didn’t say things like this often, he was a bit reserved about his feelings. You actually recalled that he’d only said ‘the three words’ twice in the span of your relationship. And on one of those occasions he was actually drunk, so… yeah. He was strangely tight-lipped about it for the romantic that he was.

But you’d learned to accept it. You wouldn’t push him to do something he didn’t want to or wasn’t ready to do. So, you just said nothing before your hotel was finally visible.

‘This is great, we can just drop everything and head out to the beach! I’m living for this weather,’ you said, clapping your hands in excitement.

Dongmin nodded in agreement.

As expected, the hotel was splendorous. You noticed that while your boyfriend was checking you in. Taking those few minutes to look around, you found yourself ogling the crystal-clear glass constructions that separated the lobby and the waiting area. The outer wall was also steel and glass, so you could enjoy the beautiful landscapes of Jeju even from there.

‘Let’s go,’ a low voice called, and you followed the tall figure to the elevator.

You really wanted to give him a back hug as he pressed the button, but decided to at least wait until you were on your floor.

Dongmin took your suitcase, which made you pout, unable to hold his hand.

‘I think it’s here,’ he guided you to the door and used the card to open it. ‘After you.’

And there went your plan to give him a back hug. Up in flames.

You sighed and stepped into the room.

‘Oh!’ You exclaimed, rushing to get rid of your outdoor shoes in favor of slippers. ‘Let’s check the view! Come on!’

Surprised by your eagerness, your boyfriend shook his footwear off as well, reaching out his hand to allow you to tug him towards the balcony.

‘Oh my god, this is even better than I expected!’ You squealed, almost jumping in excitement, and squeezed his palm. ‘My hands are itching to take pictures! Come on, lean on this railing.’

Knowing better than to argue with you, he did exactly as he was told, and posed for you.

‘Ah, so handsome,’ you kept repeating, while preserving this moment in the form of a photograph.

Dongmin lost his patience in about a minute, pulling you closer to his body.

‘Are you interested in the view or in spending time with me?’

‘I see you every other day, and it’s my first time in Jeju, of course I’m interested in the view!’ You exclaimed. ‘Especially when you’re making it even better.’

He allowed you to kiss away his pout, and held you close for a selfie.

‘No, my head looks too big like this!’

You jumped in place to reach the phone, because your partner refused to take likable pictures.

‘I got it, I got it,’ he assured you, angling it to make the two of you look disproportionate again.

When you pinched him angrily, he laughed in the cheekiest way possible, begging for mercy instantly.

At least then you’d managed to finally take presentable photos.

Leaving you to admire the ocean some more, Dongmin headed back inside to unpack your belongings. You needed to change into your swimsuits if you wanted to enjoy the rest of the day on the beach.

‘Uh- noona?’

‘Mhm?’

‘Did you… see that?’

His voice sounded confused, so you followed it back into the room.

‘See wha- Omo! Is this..?’

You turned to your boyfriend, who denied you eye contact.

‘Glass bathroom.’ He noted blankly, without showing what his actual feelings about it were.

Was he shy? Anxious? Excited? Uncomfortable? You couldn’t decipher his expression for the life of you.

‘Yeah,’ you agreed.

It was a simple yet exquisite design, which, no one could argue, looked good. But the problem was that the bathroom here had no wall separating it from the main bedroom space. Which could only mean…

‘Well, I’m sure we’ll manage,’ you shrugged, walking past Dongmin to find your change of clothes. ‘Get your swimwear out while I change. And don’t peek!’

He grumbled under his breath and you snickered faintly. Damn, you were going to have to face the bathroom issue at some point today. And you should mentally prepare.

It wasn’t on your mind for long though.

As soon as you hit the beach… The beautiful clear sky, the warm sand under your bare feet, the lagoon blue water – all of it occupied your head and made you forget all of the possible inconveniences.

‘Don’t swim away,’ Dongmin nagged, stretching out his arms to reach you.

‘Why, scared of going in deep water?’ You teased him, splashing him lightly with your foot.

‘Noona,’ he sulked, and you allowed the waves to push you towards your boyfriend.

As soon as you were within his reach again, he pulled you closer to his body, not caring too much about the spectators.

‘What now, giant baby?’

‘Don’t call me that,’ Dongmin murmured, and you instantly knew he wanted a kiss.

‘There’s too many people, Min-ah,’ you responded, placing your palm on his chest, covered by the soaked white fabric of his tee.

‘Just once,’ he badgered, stepping closer to you.

Of course, his feet were still grounded where you were floating.

‘Why should I?’ You feigned a complaining tone, glancing at his plump lips.

‘Because.’

Dongmin’s hands seized you by the waist, and your forearms prickled with goosebumps.

Staying still while he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you’d allowed him to steal this quick kiss before swimming away again.

You had literally spent all day in the water, taking short breaks to let your wrinkled skin get back to normal. And reapply sunscreen again, of course, with your boyfriend being a total worrywart.

‘I don’t want you to get sunburnt. Your skin is so fair and delicate, it’s important to make sure it’s protected. Did you know getting sunburned increases your chances of skin cancer?’

A worrywart and a smartass.

It was hard to be mad at his smart (and round) ass though, when he had brilliant ideas like tonight. Dongmin had suggested ordering a fancy dinner to your room and having it on your balcony to enjoy the view.

‘Wah, the sunset is perfect today,’ you said.

‘Your dress goes well with it. Very chic and minimalistic.’ His eyes followed the curve of your waist down to your thigh.

‘I’ve had it forever, but I have no clue where else to wear a red silk gown.’

‘Don’t.’ Dongmin’s cheeks and lips were both red from the wine. ‘Only wear it for me, noona.’

Chuckling, you rose from your seat and stepped closer to your boyfriend. Using just your index finger, you tipped his head up to meet his eyes, and then you put your right knee onto his chair, right between his thighs.

‘Are you telling me what to do now, aegi?’ You asked, enjoying the sensation of his gentle fingers ghosting over your thighs.

‘It’s your decision, but why would you deny me this request?’ His hand became more confident, creeping up your bare skin now. ‘Are you hungry for someone else’s attention?’

‘How drunk are you, Dongmin-ah?’ You asked, brushing your lips against his. ‘Because it seems like you could do something right here, where people might see us.’

Straightening up, you smiled angelically at him.

‘We need to shower and cool off. I’m pretty sure I have sand where it shouldn’t be.’

It was obvious that he was disappointed, but the night was young, and to fully enjoy the experience you had to sober up a little. But it was nothing a quick shower couldn’t fix.

‘You go first, I’ll get rid of the dishes. Don’t argue,’ you cut him off, nodding at the entrance to your room. ‘Go.’

It took you only a few minutes to tidy up, so when you walked in Dongmin was just starting out. The water was on, and he was in front of the glass door, almost ready to step in.

The realization hit you right then. You were going to see all of it. And you didn’t hate the idea.

You’d watched, as if in slow motion, how your boyfriend shoved his underwear down, revealing his plump butt, and got into the bath. Feeling no shame whatsoever, you stood your ground, staring at his bare back.

The water hit his body, languidly running down his smooth skin like a dozen forest streams. From where you were standing you could see the enticing flex of his muscles and the breathtaking curve of his waist. As he leaned in to wet his hair, you pressed a palm to your mouth. This slight voyeurism was making you quite… hot. And bothered.

Swallowing hard, you took a step towards him. You were a bit uneasy with the thought of how he might react. At least you’d hoped that he wouldn’t consider you a complete pervert. But you couldn’t resist the obvious temptation; it was most likely what this bathroom was built for. After all, you still owed him a back hug in your mind from earlier… Surely, he wouldn’t mind that you decided to give it to him now, you thought.

Easily sliding your dress and underwear off, you stopped in front of the glass that was getting foggy already.

‘Dongmin-ah,’ you called, opening the glass door to join him. ‘Noona doesn’t have to wait, does she?’

There was no way you could get a coherent response to your question as your hands wrapped around him and your cheek pressed to his shoulder blade. You felt him freeze for a moment, probably startled by your actions, and then he sighed under his breath.

‘What are you up to now? I thought you wanted me to cool off.’

‘Did you now?’ You hummed, pressing a quick succession of kisses along his spine. ‘Would you like me to stop?’

He pressed his palm to the wall in order to maintain his balance under the attack of your tantalizing hands.

‘No.’

Snaking your hand down to cup his balls, you smiled at his gasp of surprise.

‘That’s what I thought.’

With your body pressed so tightly to his, you didn’t even think twice before grinding on his ass and urging him to moan out loud as your fingers wrapped around his semi-hard penis.

‘Noona…’ He gritted, glutes flexing against your pelvis impatiently. ‘What are you doing…’

‘You don’t like it?’

Dongmin glanced at you over his shoulder before turning to face you. His hands gripped your sides and pushed you into him.

‘Were you watching me this entire time?’ He scolded in his low, velvety voice.

‘It was just a couple minutes,’ you defended weakly and wrapped your arms around his neck, ready to purr as his palms stroked up and down your back.

‘I see.’

You stood like that for a few moments, soaking in the warmth of your entangled bodies while the water splashed you from the side.

‘Didn’t you mention having sand in places it shouldn’t be?’ He murmured, hands dipping lower to squeeze your ass. ‘Want some help with that?’

‘How naughty,’ you snickered, messing up his wet hair even further. ‘Would you rather help me clean up, or...?’

‘Or.’

He responded in a heartbeat, gripping you tight before lifting you up to settle you in the bathroom wall niche.

‘But I can always do both,’ he said, readjusting the shower head to splash you with water again.

You squealed and dragged him in the line of fire as well. Inevitably in ten seconds you were both properly soaked.

‘There was no need to get my hair wet. You look sexy like this, and I look like I need to use a hairdryer real bad.’

He ignored your complaints, leaning close and nearly grazing your lips. With your eyes shut, you waited a few seconds but nothing happened.

‘Were you expecting a kiss?’ He grinned in your face, eyes crinkling in mischief. ‘Aw, what a tiny baby…’

Recalling your earlier interactions in the water, you rolled your eyes at him.

‘So, this is your revenge?’ You asked, not resisting as he wrapped your legs around his waist to move even closer. ‘I don’t find it fair since I did let you kiss me. In public.’

He huffed in response to your statement.

‘You call that a kiss?’

Dongmin’s lips suddenly found yours, and you couldn’t avoid the contact. Tilting your head back you hit the tiled surface, but, thankfully, your boyfriend could predict this move. His palm on the back of your head cushioned the hit, and you could only squeak in surprise, parting your lips invitingly.

He wasn’t the type to waste an opportunity like that. And once Dongmin’s tongue was in your mouth, there was no point in fighting him. Your partner was a little too good at French kissing, and you could easily admit to being hopelessly weak to his talent. He was also a toucher, so whenever a makeout session started, his hands would be all over you.

Moaning as he squeezed your breast gently, you pushed against his chest to break the kiss. Your lips were moist, and you were sure it wasn’t because of the water still running, and you licked them in a failed attempt to gather your thoughts together. Dongmin used your momentary struggle to tease you.

‘That is what I call a kiss, noona. You know this.’

You gulped, trying to think of a good comeback. At this point, you really just wanted to surrender. But him being smug about it was an obstacle: you had no intention of pleasing his ego with instant capitulation.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled hard. His head whipped back, and you didn’t think twice before latching onto his neck hungrily.

Dongmin’s grunt was the single sexiest thing in the entire situation, not even the sight of his broad shoulders that you were holding onto right now or his curvaceous butt that you loved so much could compete with the sound he produced. It was both surprised and pained, loud and husky with pleasure. You could tell he was conflicted about it just from the way his fingers dug into the skin of your sides, almost scratching at your ribcage, while his cock twitched, pressed between your bodies. He needed to get you off of himself but did he want to?

Pulling away from his flushed neck, you tugged at his hair again just to hear him groan beautifully before he used his strength to tear your hand away from his hair.

‘Noona. You know how heavily it bruises,’ he rubbed his neck with the pads of his fingers. ‘Why would you?’

‘On a scale from one to ten,’ you murmured, brushing wet hair out of his eyes. ‘How much did you hate it?’

You touched the tender skin of his neck, just where the redness was growing, and his breath seemed to get shakier.

‘…s-seven,’ he mumbled.

‘Mm?’

Dongmin cleared his throat, staring at you through his dark eyelashes.

‘Three point seven,’ he offered this time, and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘That’s more like it,’ you hummed, finding his frowning lips in a quick peck.

Meanwhile, he reached down to wrap his fingers around his rock-solid cock to guide it where you both wanted it.

‘Ough-’ You gasped as he bottomed out in one go. ‘Don’t be impatient.’

Your boyfriend’s hips didn’t slow down one bit, although his next thrust seemed slightly more careful. He loved you but he was also damn stubborn.

The glass wall behind Dongmin was getting cloudier from the hot water, which you didn’t hate. The enclosed space seemed snugger now that you were isolated from your surroundings in a way, holding so tightly onto each other. Your skin was slippery under your partner’s fingers, yet he made sure to secure you in his arms. He liked to make it known that once he got you, he wasn’t letting go.

‘Mm- Dongmin-ah,’ you moaned, clutching his shoulder to ground yourself as he kept thrusting quickly.

‘There,’ he finished for you, already knowing what you wanted to express from the way that you tightened around him.

‘Yes, fuck-’

‘Don’t you wish you were more compliant earlier?’ He chuckled darkly, knowing damn well his hips were steadily pushing you towards your release.

The curses you muttered only spurred him on. He got fired up easily, and wanted nothing more than to see and hear you come undone. Especially when he felt he was denied something – like access to your body.

‘I’m… so close, Min-ah, please- You feel so good.’

You knew he liked to stay in control, so instead of bickering with him mid-sex, you just let him know how great he was at what he was doing. A tiny smile that he couldn’t contain revealed that he was pleased with the option you decided to take. With that, he got slightly more determined and aggressive in his thrusting. Patience was not the virtue that he possessed, so you simply closed your eyes, focused on the grind of your bodies.

‘God, I love you so much,’ he gritted, letting out a curse under his breath.

The words were muffled, but you heard them loud and clear. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, and you moaned, muscles clenching around his cock. The smooth sensation of his length sliding in and out of you made your legs start to tremble.

‘Dongminie-’ You wailed as his hips kept up the brutal pace that brought you to your release so quickly.

He was still going fast and strong while you yelped, on the verge of pushing him away.

‘I’m there, I’m there… Y/N! Agh-’

Dongmin’s voice reverberated from the walls, not even absorbed by the thickened fog around you that you barely noticed. He groaned loudly as he came, and your pussy quivered while you took all of what he was giving you.

Resting his forehead in the crook of your neck to get a breather, he ran his hands up and down your damp waist. You allowed him a moment to gather his strength, finding his slumped shoulders and stroking them along with his back. There were still butterflies in your stomach – either from your recent orgasm, or from him sneaking in the words you cherished so much, or both.

His hands soon reciprocated.

‘Dammit.’ He cursed, turning his head to kiss your neck that was in close proximity. ‘I feel like I could go again.’

The announcement made you squirm. Going several rounds was more than fine with you, but the bathroom wasn’t really suited for his appetites. You could barely hold your balance on wet tile, and it was also getting too hot and humid for your taste.

‘Are you cold?’ He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You realized his palm was slowly caressing your back, feeling almost scorching against your skin.

‘Not too cold. But I’d still prefer to continue after we finish the shower.’ You suggested, hoping that he wasn’t dead set on milking the bathroom thing further.

‘Noona needs to lie down. I got it.’

You were both grateful and annoyed at his answer.

‘Noona can very well be on top if someone lets her.’

He quickly let you down from the niche you were occupying. Just to remind you how much taller and broader than you he was, for sure.

‘Someone prefers to have noona underneath. Nice and pliable.’

‘It has to be your way, doesn’t it?’

You exchanged naughty chuckles.

‘Come on. Haven’t you been imagining exactly this since the moment you saw the bathroom area? I’m not entirely convinced it was my way just now.’

‘Oh well. I guess I’ll have to convince you once we get to the bedroom.’

‘Who said I wanted to relocate?’ He asked, eyes narrowing at you cunningly.

You were positive that next time you should go for a glass jacuzzi to get the best of both worlds. It’s bigger, warmer, comfier… And still see-through. And hot as hell.

Dongmin snorted, inspecting the pensive expression on your face.

‘I’ll give you a five-second head start to reach the bed. If I catch you on the way… We’re doing it here.’

In any other situation you would’ve called him out for his childishness. This time, however…

You were out the glass door in a heartbeat.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! Please comment and reblog if you'd like to support me ✨ I don't write for fandoms other than EXO often, so feedback is important to me~

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Author's Note:

Hii guys, decided to make an AU about Cha Eunwoo and you how I think he'd interact with his girlfriend. It's my first time posting a piece of writing in a media platform. I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes, english is not my first language

(ᵕ—ᴗ—). But I hope you enjoy reading it!

Includes:

- fluff

- suggestive words

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Eunwoo set down his bag and took a seat on the couch, dialing his girlfriend’s number. His face softened as soon as the video call connects, revealing your face on the screen.

"Hey, I just got home. You must’ve been busy today. How was your day?" Eunwoo spoke softly, smiling gently.

He leaned back slightly, his voice calm but filled with interest.

"I thought about calling earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb you. Did you eat? You always forget when you’re busy."

"I have eaten, Eunwoo, don't worry." You said as you held his gaze, observing him silently. "What about you? How's your day?" You ask in return, slightly tilting your head in a curious manner.

Eunwoo let out a small laugh. "How are you so effortlessly observant? My day was alright. Just the usual work stuff."

He studied you for a moment, noting the weariness in your eyes. "You look tired, though. You sure you’ve been eating enough?"

"I'm eating well." You reassured him, leaning back on the bed. "Are you?"

Eunwoo’s expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine, I promise."

He leaned back slightly, mirroring your position. "I just worry because I know how busy you can get. You have a tendency to neglect yourself sometimes."

You smiled gently at Eunwoo's concern. "Trust me, I really am taking care of myself."

Eunwoo nodded slightly, his expression still worried but reassured by your words. "Okay, I trust you."

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "Just don’t push yourself too much, alright? You always put others before yourself. You have to take care of yourself to be able to care for others, you know?"

You nodded softly in response, gazing into his eyes. "Alright. Take care of yourself too."

Eunwoo looked back at you, his eyes filled with gentle affection. "I will. I promise."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his expression turning more serious. "Jagiya, I… I really wish you were here. It’s always quiet when I come home to an empty apartment."

Your face softened at his words. "I miss you too, Eunwoo." You admitted faintly.

Eunwoo’s expression softened even more, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and longing. "It’s not just that I miss you. There’s something about this apartment when you’re not here. It’s as if a part of me is missing."

He hesitated, searching for the right words. "It’s not just about the silence. It’s knowing that I can’t see your face, touch you, or hold you. I miss everything about you."

Eunwoo paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. He wanted you to understand how deeply he cares about you.

"I know we’re both busy and we can’t be together all the time, but… there’s just something about your presence that makes me feel whole. You bring a level of comfort and peace to my life that nothing else can."

You gazed at him tenderly. "I'm glad I can be that person, Eunwoo..." You replied gently. "We'll be seeing each other soon when we're both not busy anymore..." You added, a small smile playing on your lips.

Eunwoo nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, we will. And I can’t wait for that day to come."

He reached out, as if wishing he could touch you through the screen. "Just… don’t forget, okay? No matter how busy you get, don’t forget about me. And don’t forget to take care of yourself while you’re at it."

You hummed in acknowledgement.

As you talk about your day, Eunwoo listened intently, his gaze never leaving the screen.

Later on, you sit up on the bed. "I'll leave you in a bit. I'm taking a quick shower." You informed him.

Eunwoo nodded, his eyes lingering on your figure, committing your features to memory. "Alright. Let me know when you’re done, okay? And make sure to dry your hair properly. You know how easily you get cold when it’s damp."

"I will." You beamed at him and gave him a flying kiss before going straight to the bathroom.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at the gesture, catching the invisible kiss and pretending to place it in his pocket. "I’ll be waiting."

He watched as you dissapear from the screen, a sense of longing settling in his heart again. He knew it won’t be long before he sees your face again, but the waiting still feels unbearable.

After a short while, You came out of the bathroom, wearing your fluffy bathrobe. You held out your phone, your face appearing on the screen once again, your hair slightly damp at the moment.

Eunwoo’s expression immediately brightened as he sees your face again. His eyes softened as they land on your damp hair. "You should’ve dried it more, jagiya. You’ll catch a cold."

You smiled subtly at his words, walking over to the vanity desk. "I'll finish drying it with the hair dryer." You told him and took a seat, placing your phone nearby while still showing your face. You start brushing your hair with a comb before proceeding to dry your hair with the hair dryer next, looking relaxed and all.

Eunwoo watched quietly as you brush and dry your hair. He's comforted by the sight, knowing that you’re taking care of yourself. However, he couldn't help but wish he was the one to wrap a towel around your head, and run his fingers through your soft locks.

He rested his chin in his hand, a hint of longing in his eyes. "You always look so beautiful when you’re just being yourself."

"It's because you make me feel comfortable being myself around you." The words come out of your mouth naturally, your voice calm, matching his.

Eunwoo’s heart skipped a beat at those words. He leaned forward slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "And that’s how it should be, jagiya. I never want you to feel like you have to pretend to be someone else with me. I want you to be completely yourself, always."

There was a hint of determination in his voice, as if making sure you understand that he truly wanted to be someone you can trust and rely on.

You eventually finished drying your hair and put the hair dryer down, looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair a bit.

Eunwoo silently observed as you put away the hair dryer and adjust your hair in the mirror. He found himself wishing he could be there, running his fingers through your hair, admiring how beautiful you look from up close.

He cleared his throat softly, the desire to touch you growing stronger with each passing second.

"You’re so pretty... And all done?"

You hummed in affirmation. "Yes, all done. I will just go and change into my loungewear."

Eunwoo nodded, trying to hide the pang of longing in his chest at the thought of you changing clothes. He took a deep breath and composed himself, reminding himself to be patient.

"Okay, jagiya. I’ll be here waiting for you."

With that, you went to pick out clothes from your closet. Eunwoo could see your back from here as you begin to change. You slid off your bathrobe and puts on your oversized sweater, your movements graceful and at ease.

As Eunwoo watched you change, his breath hitches in his throat. The sight of your figure, even from behind, is captivating. His eyes follow your every movement, his heart thudding in his chest. He aches to see your face, to hold you in his arms, to feel your skin against his.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down and keep his emotions in check.

Once you were done changing, you return and took your phone, settling back on the bed. You look over at him curiously, noticing the slight flush on his cheeks. "What's up, Eunwoo?"

Eunwoo’s initial surprise at getting caught is quickly replaced by a flustered expression. "Uh, n-nothing. I’m fine, don’t worry."

He could feel the heat on his cheeks and knew it’s a dead giveaway. He attempted to smile casually, hoping you wouldn't notice how affected he is.

You couldn't help but tease Eunwoo a little, enjoying his flustered expression, a playful glint in your eyes. "I know you, Eunwoo. What is it? Tell me."

Eunwoo’s heart skipped a beat when you teased him. He knew there’s no getting out of this now. His cheeks flushed even more.

"It’s just... Seeing you change clothes, even from a distance, made me feel things." He admitted, his voice a little unsteady.

You looked at him, intrigued. You smirked softly. "You should get used to it." You chuckled afterwards.

Eunwoo chuckled softly in response. But the images in his mind—of you undressing and dressing, the soft curve of your skin under that oversized sweater—linger in his mind. His heart flutters with longing.

He lowered his voice, almost to a whisper. "How can I possibly get used to it when seeing you like that affects me every time?"

You shifted slightly in the bed. "You'll eventually learn how to."

You smiled softly before adding: "Besides, you have a lot of self-discipline."

Eunwoo laughed softly, realizing how well you know him. "True, I do have a lot of self-discipline. But when it comes to you, jagiya, all I want to do is lose control."

He studied your face on the screen, his gaze filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. "Do that when we're alone." You remark, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Eunwoo’s breath caught in his throat at your words. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the growing desire in his chest.

"You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?" He accused with a hint of amusement in his voice. He smirked slightly before continuing. "You really are going to be the death of me…"

You did a nose scrunch playfully at him, your gaze fixated on him.

Eunwoo’s heart melted at the sight of your nose scrunch. But the look in your eyes, the playfulness in your expression, ignites a fire within him that he couldn't ignore.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and trying to stay composed. But his voice betrayed him, lowering an octave.

"You have no idea how much you’re testing me here, Y/N…"

"You know," You started off, your eyes half-lidded. "...I actually find it attractive when you hold yourself back."

Eunwoo’s breath hitched at your words, and he could feel his restraint slipping. His eyes darken with a mixture of lust and fascination.

He leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping an octave lower. "You do, huh? You like seeing me struggling to hold back… to not just lose myself in you completely?"

"I do." You affirmed, admitting casually. "I'm just telling you the truth... the way a mixture of emotions playing across your features is something I find attractive." You told him, your words unfiltered.

Eunwoo was almost rendered speechless by your words. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and he could feel his grip on his self-control slipping further.

He let out a soft, shaky breath, trying to maintain control, but failing miserably at it.

"You know you’re making it difficult for me, don’t you? You make it really hard to stay focused, to not just give in…"

You watched him, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "And how exactly are you going to give in, Eunwoo...?" You asked, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Eunwoo swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over your face on the screen. The desire coursing through him was strong, but somehow he managed to stay composed… Barely.

He looked deep into your eyes, his voice a low, almost hoarse whisper. "You really want to know? Because if I tell you, there’s no going back…"

"I want to hear it. I'm listening." You said straightforwardly.

Eunwoo took another deep breath, his control hanging by a thin thread. He could feel the tension stretching between you, the air heavy with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

He clenched his jaw before speaking, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I would grab you, hold you close, and not let you go. I’d press you against me, my hands roaming everywhere. I’d kiss you so passionately you’d forget your own name."

You listened intently and chuckled lowly. "You have plenty of self-control, jagi... I'm sure you'll manage... for now."

Eunwoo laughed softly, though it comes out slightly strained. "You have no idea how hard it is to maintain this composure, jagiya. Every part of me wants to be there with you, touching you."

He paused, allowing the tension to build a bit more before continuing.

"But you’re right, I do have self-discipline. I’ll hold myself back for now, but only because I know the patience will make it even more satisfying when we’re together again."

You nodded in agreement and lie on your side of the bed. After a moment, you spoke again.

"Aren't you tired yet? You should get some rest now..." You said, deciding to shift the topic.

Eunwoo was a little reluctant to let go of the moment, but he knew you’re right. It’s been a long day for both of you.

He sat back and relaxed, sighing softly. "Yeah, you’re right. I should try to get some rest. I wish I could be with you right now, though. It would make sleeping so much easier if I could hold you in my arms."

"I'd like that too." You smiled affectionately, gradually getting drowsy.

Watching you get sleepy, Eunwoo felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He could tell how tired you are, and he wished more than anything that he could hold you close in his arms and soothe you to sleep.

He lets out a quiet sigh, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Get some rest, jagiya. You need it. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, okay?"

"Okay..." Your eyes flutter closed as you slowly drifted off to sleep, looking serene as ever.

Eunwoo watched as your eyes flutter closed, your breathing steady and even as you enter dreamland. He couldn't help but smile affectionately at the sight of you, finding comfort in knowing that you’re getting some much-needed rest.

He stayed on the phone, listening to the sound of your breathing and the occasional soft rustle of the sheets. It’s a small but meaningful moment, and he cherished every second of it.

[kcake555]

Eunwoo cake 🍰

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౨ৎ summary: "He retreated to join Jungkook and Mingyu at the table, and immediately upon Eunwoo sliding into the chair, Jungkook rounded on him. “I brought you here to get snacks, not flirt with my friend!” He complained, hands curled tightly into fists and pressing into the table top. Eunwoo doesn't look up as he carefully removes his heaping slice of Your Hope Your Angel Food Cake from the bag, setting the box before him.

“Mingyu was the one flirting.” Ruthlessly, Eunwoo tosses Mingyu to the wolves (or wolf, he supposed, since it was just Jungkook), effectively distracting Jungkook."

౨ৎ pairing: Eunwoo x Reader

౨ৎ genre: bakery AU, first meeting, fluff, crack, series, peachesndreams

౨ৎ word count: 4.6k

౨ৎ warnings: Jungkook and Mingyu being embarassing as hell, they're literally a nightmare duo to the customer service industry, multiple failed attempts at flirting, brief mention of pot brownies but there are no pot brownies, Reader gets kind of shy around Eunwoo for a hot second, meet cute

౨ৎ author note: this one goes out to all the readers who have to hella suspend disbelief for like, every fic ever. Any time a reader eats something or eats out at a restaurant I'm like, "oh, did I😬" bc me and my severe asf food allergies could never. So I've decided to do it to myself and write an entire bakery AU that would end me irl instantly :) bon appetit besties! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡

During his many years as an idol, Eunwoo had been subjected to many interview questions. Most of the responses were automatic, drilled into him as to what to say about promotions, music, scandals, stages, dramas, diets, ideal types, dating experience (”Of course, absolutely none at all! I’m dating my fans!”), and his wonderful company—eleven out of ten, no notes. From career-focused to just fucking invasive, Eunwoo could field any question without much effort or hesitation. Perhaps a tight, sarcastic smile here or there to signal to the interviewer that they were a raging asshole, but other than that, Eunwoo had maintained his dashing idol image.

Sanha was the first to comment on the gap in his image that appeared whenever one specific topic was brought up, snickering at a cut of one of Eunwoo’s interviews reposted to Instagram. The camera had remained stubbornly focused on Eunwoo as he rambled, his eyes twinkling and face more expressive than during any other segment.

“A whole four minutes and fifty-two seconds of you yapping about your top three ice cream flavors.” Sanha had grinned, shaking his head in feigned admiration. “Incredible. I love the part where you listed your top three flavors for every ice cream place within fifteen minutes walking distance from the company.”

Okay, so maybe he could get a little carried away when food was brought up.

And okay, yeah, it didn’t really mesh with his calm, cool, collected idol image, but who could fault a man nearing a decade in the entertainment industry for letting that image fade a little? Come on, Aroha’s didn’t stick around for the idol packaging, they were in it for the shenanigans and the creative journey. After almost ten years dedicated to his career, and fielding questions about his appearance, talent, and everything in between and beyond, he had reached the conclusion that his supporters were happiest when he was happiest. So, Eunwoo decided that the logical conclusion was that he needed to prioritize his happiness. And if rambling about his favorite culinary experiences made him happy, they’d gladly indulge him.

And indulge him they did.

Countless recommendations flooded his social media. Arohas sent in their favorite restaurants, cafes, bakeries, bars, food trucks, and little hidden gems for him to explore around the world. Eunwoo appreciated it, especially since a planned destination for a good meal made traveling a little less lonely. His favorite part of reading through the recommendations were the stories that accompanied them: retellings of celebrations, all-nighters, anniversaries, first meetings, breakups, solo dates, and fuzzy nights with rowdy friends, all experienced alongside culinary delights.

Eunwoo never felt more human than when he read (and sometimes reread) these stories, snickering and occasionally choking back thick tears at their adventures. So he decided to try and visit as many places as he could, organizing the recommendations by location, and noting when recommendations overlapped.

So far, Eunwoo was proud to say that Arohas had immaculate taste. He would have never discovered the intimate little places tucked back away from the more popular roads had it not been for them. Sometimes, he would even receive specific instructions on what to order (“The green chili pork tacos are life changing, I swear. Be sure to squeeze the lime over top!”). Other times, he would just take in the atmosphere and appreciate a moment of peace. It had become Eunwoo’s method of living his life to the fullest.

There was one specific place that had more overlapping recommendations than any others that Eunwoo hadn’t found the time to visit yet. Because unlike the obscure, hole-in-the-wall locations, this place was an absolute sensation.

Haru was irrefutably the best bakery in the city. Backed by bloggers, critics, and most importantly, other idols. Okay— maybe not most important in terms of culinary status, but what better marketing for a k-pop-themed bakery than actual idols’ Instagram posts? The owner had decorated and named all of their products according to groups, albums, songs, and lyrics. Not only did it appeal to fans, but idols often stopped by to take pictures with their dedicated pastries for cute, low-effort promotional pictures.

Eunwoo had admittedly been hesitant to visit at first. After all, it could easily be chalked up to a marketing gimmick— maybe the pastries weren’t that good, but the excitement surrounding the detailed presentation made everyone tastebud blind. He had been around long enough to know that looks could definitely be deceiving. Eunwoo also knew better than to believe that every idol actually consumed the pastries, other than a bite for the ‘gram. But even when Eunwoo zoomed in on Minho’s slice of Dibidibi-Devil’s Food Cake, the fluffy crumb and moisture level looked divine. So, casting his reservations aside, Eunwoo had vowed to make it to Haru some day. He just wasn’t sure when fate would allow it with his insane schedule.

Fate allowed it a lot sooner than he had been expecting.

As of late, fate came in the form of the infamous ‘97 line group chat. Specifically, Mingyu taking the initiative to revive the damn thing with a screenshot of Monsta X posing with massive macarons, some boldly mid-bite, others gaping comically at the size, and an idol smile and a thumbs up from the never-slipping Kihyun.

Monsta X Macarons?!?!?! HerOREO flavor?!?!? They look FIRE!!! Please please please someone come with me to Haru!!

Mingyu pleaded, the fire and underlined 100 emojis spilling over an entire line in the text box.

Thank you so much for sending food porn into the chat during our comeback prep bro.

Bambam’s scathing reply was near instant, closely followed up with Yugyeom’s frowny face and middle finger emoji.

Bummer bros.

Mingyu **was such a sympathetic friend. His sincerity could never be fully realized by the slanted mouth and frustrated faces pasted at the end of his message.

Okay so Bam and Gyeom can’t hang. The other four of you quit lurking!!!

Eunwoo sent his reply.

Sure, I’ve been wanting to go.

The moment his message sent, another response barged its way into the conversation.

YOOOOOOOOOOO I’M A REGULAR THERE!!!! I’M THE OWNER’S BEST FRIEND FROM HIGH SCHOOL!!! LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Jungkook’s enthusiastic message came as a bit of a surprise to Eunwoo. Jungkook had made friends in high school? Either way, he would appreciate the guidance on which pastries to try. Eunwoo had spent way too many hours scrolling Haru’s menu and display pictures late at night when he was craving something sweet. Everything looked absolutely heavenly, so he never managed to decide on an order for when he eventually visited.

His phone vibrated as the conversation continued.

Deadass bro?!?!

The deadest of asses bro

Eunwoo blinked and the three of them landed on a time and date where the stars aligned and their schedules miraculously opened up.

And that was how Eunwoo found himself in the front passenger seat of Jungkook’s car, with Mingyu occupying the back seat. Between the three of them, they only had filming and workouts scheduled before they were cleared for the remainder of the day. So in other words: it was a fucking miracle.

All three were dressed as inconspicuously as possible. Well— as inconspicuously as people with their occupations and brand sponsorships could be dressed.

Eunwoo himself had only had workouts that morning and early afternoon, so he had quickly showered and dressed in layers appropriate for the inconvenient time of the year when the temperature was biting in the morning but pleasant in the afternoon. He’d been a bit rushed for time, and he’d only partially dried his hair that was grown out longer than usual for an upcoming drama before slipping on his black padded jacket on his way out of the apartment.

Mingyu appeared to have scrambled to wash up after his workout as well, his black hoodie pulled up over his hair and the thick frames he rarely wore out perched on his nose. In contrast to the two of them, Jungkook was still professionally styled from whatever casual interview he’d filmed that morning. He’d toned down his meticulously waved hair by shoving on a beanie, but left his flawless makeup untouched— out of the ordinary, but not high on anyone in that car’s list of questions in the moment.

“What do you usually get though?” Mingyu persistently grilled Jungkook, leaning forward to hover behind the center console in the front seat. His knee bounced eagerly, a giddy grin plastered on his face.

Eunwoo appreciated that they were both foodies, although not to the extent he was. Mingyu wanted to have a game plan going in, less he stand at the counter indecisively until either the bakery closed or he succumbed to the pressure and bought one of everything. Eunwoo could relate— bakeries were not for amateurs.

“Seriously, everything’s good.” Jungkook supplied unhelpfully. “It depends on my mood, but I usually get a slice of Blood Sweat and Tiramisu, Your Hope Your Angel Food Cake, or, like, something else.” He mumbled the last part, fully angling his face away from them to check his side mirror.

Mingyu huffed in exasperation and immense judgement, “No motivations behind those choices huh, Jungkook?” Eunwoo could hear the eyeroll in Mingyu’s criticism. He decided to get a slice of the Your Hope Your Angel Food Cake, the spongy crumb pictured on the menu a near permanent image seared into his brain.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, his mouth dropping opening to defend his pastry orders (”I’ve always liked tiramisu— don’t look at me like that! The names are just coincidental!”), but Mingyu was not interested in his whining and shifted topics.

“So you’ve been friends with the owner since high school? How’d that happen?” He raised his eyebrows and stared pointedly at Jungkook, a teasing grin curling his lips up. Mingyu was intentionally riling Jungkook up; poking fun at his introverted and awkward personality from back then, and Jungkook could never ignore the bait, no matter how carelessly it had been tossed towards him.

“It happened when we became friends in high school.”

There was an extended beat of silence in the car where Mingyu waited for Jungkook to continue the story and Jungkook did not continue the story. Instead, a thick tension filled the car, clogging the conversation for the remainder of the drive. Eunwoo recognized Jungkook’s abrupt and abnormal evasion— mostly because this was a new level of unhelpful— even for Jungkook, but the way his hands curled into tight fists around the steering wheel was a dead giveaway that it was actually deeper than Jungkook was willing to let on.

Whatever, it wasn’t Eunwoo’s clowns or his circus.

That is, until he finally crossed the threshold into the bakery and the warm, comforting scent of almond, lightly toasted coconut, and a dash of cinnamon had him enchanted.

Or maybe it was you.

Bakeries tended to put him in a romantic mood; there was something sensual about them.

Maybe that was it.

Because Eunwoo couldn’t fathom any other reason for the weightlessness in his stomach when he saw you cheerfully greet them from behind the counter. Your customer service smile reminded him of the one taught to idols— emphasis on the puffy cheeks and twinkling eyes— but more genuine. There was a sweet quality to your voice too, like you were greeting a dear friend rather than a first-time customer.

The exterior resembled a cottage with its neutral wood detailing and scalloped overhang dangling beneath the script that spelled “Haru”. Plants decorated the outdoor seating, blocking off a private section for customers to sit amongst greenery and flowers. The inside decor was just as inviting: hanging plants draped across the ceiling, the same wood as outside pieced together the flooring, and pastel accents brightened the room. You fit right into the space, pretty in a fairytale kind of way, features dainty and endearing.

One glance and Eunwoo knew exactly what Jungkook’s cryptic behavior was about. He had known you since high school and hadn’t made a move yet? By Eunwoo’s calculations, that was a fucking fumble.

And not his problem.

If Mingyu picked up on the situation, he sure wasn’t putting forth his most sympathetic foot. It happened so fast, Eunwoo missed when it happened, but Mingyu had suddenly flung his hoodie off and speared his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the air-dried strands into something more intentionally ruffled. Beneath the hoodie was one of his tight t-shirts that clung to his form and emphasized the size of his arms.

So inconspicuous was now off the table.

He lingered behind Jungkook as the trio approached the adorably decorated display case, with Eunwoo drinking in the calming environment at the back. He noted that you pressed your scraps into bite-sized, bunny-shaped cookies and sold them in packages near the register.

The instant Jungkook planted himself at the counter, the radiant smile melted off your face like the icing from a cupcake on a scorching summer day. Typically, best friends from high school greeted each other warmly, but nothing about the interaction validated Jungkook’s claim of youthful camaraderie going back years. The man just stared at you with his expectant, yet distinctly vacant expression until you broke the eerie silence.

“What can I get you?” Your tone was tight, face uncomfortably neutral. Your eyes darted down, unimpressed when Jungkook rested an elbow on the counter to lean in closer to you, which Eunwoo didn’t think he should be doing based on the hostility seeping from your cold glare.

“Come on,” He mumbled, volume low enough that Eunwoo had to shuffle forward to catch what he was saying. “You know what I want.”

If Jungkook was trying to be inconspicuous, he was absolutely failing. The entire scene looked far too shady for an exchange at a bakery. It was then that Eunwoo noticed the Epik High Brownies in the display case, and his eyes darted to the description underneath in alarm. In smaller print read, “Not pot brownies! You’re in South Korea, Sweetheart.” He pressed his lips together to fight an amused grin, instead turning his attention back to you.

“I’m sorry.” Your shoulders shrugged in feigned ignorance, lips lightly pouted. “I don’t know what you mean.” Then, your head tilted to the side, a clear indication that you had no intention of surrendering to Jungkook’s whims.

The man hung his head in defeat, begrudgingly muttering out his order: “Can I get two Jungkookies?”

Mingyu poorly concealed his guffaw with a cough, his hand slapping over his mouth to muffle the sound and something that sounded suspiciously like “loser.”

Instantly, you perked back up, voice positively saccharine as you keyed in the order on the register with slender, practiced fingers. “Of course! Two Jungkookies! Will that be all?”

Grumbling, Jungkook dug his phone out of his back pocket to pay, his other hand tapping the screen to add a custom tip. Eunwoo observed, exasperated as Jungkook pettily typed in a nineteen percent tip before hovering his phone over the reader. You held the bag of goodies out and Jungkook snatched them, the back of his hands betraying his embarrassed flush.

“These are my friends.” He gestured vaguely behind him before retreating to the side for Mingyu to step forward.

Mingyu’s eyes widened at the unhelpful introduction, rapidly bouncing between you and Jungkook, flustered and unsure how to follow up that disastrous interaction. His doubt that you and Jungkook had an amicable relationship was clear in the tension of his shoulders and the nervous press of his lips. Would he be guilty by association?

But the original friendly demeanor you wore when they first entered the bakery returned, and you coaxed him forward with a warm smile.

“Um, hi, yeah. I’m his friend. Um, Mingyu.” He cracked a hesitant smile, fumbling through his introduction. Mingyu scrambled to find his footing, raking his fingers back through his dark hair yet again. Then, it was like the cameras were rolling and his ‘puppy idol’ charm activated. The professionalism must have been stored in his post-workout biceps with the way he discreetly flexed them while he ordered, gesturing up at the menu, into the display case, back up to his hair again for the glory shot of his shoulders. He quirked his lips upward in a lopsided smirk, playing the part of heartthrob like his livelihood depended on it.

To your credit, not once did you stumble. You fielded every question and request professionally and kindly. Your eyes were either focused on your task of gingerly boxing up the pastries with practiced ease, or they held his uncomfortably affectionate gaze with pleasant apathy.

Mingyu sensed that his advances were falling short, and in a burst of desperation, he resorted to more blatant flirting as you carefully slid the box containing his Ready to Love Rugelach and Aju Nice Confetti Cake across the counter.

“Are you sure you’re into floral?” You asked, lips twisting into a concerned pout. “There’s a hint of rose in the rugelach— real rose, not the artificially sweetened kind— it’s not for everyone.”

Mingyu chuckled breathily as he slipped his actual wallet out of his pocket, an action that had Eunwoo raising an unimpressed brow. Was he really desperate enough to flash the— yes, he absolutely was.

“Don’t worry,” Mingyu maintained eye contact as he winked, sliding his black card out of his wallet with a flick of two long fingers. “you’re sweet enough to make up for it.”

Kim Mingyu, like the majority of the smart phone owning population, had Apple Pay set up.

Your polite smile remained firmly in place, eyes twinkling mischievously as you told him to enjoy. Mingyu’s last-ditch attempt had clearly whiffed, and he retreated off to the side and into Jungkook’s clutches.

Fuming, Jungkook firmly clapped his hand onto Mingyu’s shoulder with the knowledge that today had been arm day for Mingyu, and that the ache would have settled deep in his bones by now. The taller man flinched and snapped his eyes closed, concealing his hiss of agony with a deep inhale as if he were appreciating the delightful scent of the bakery.

Mingyu’s real misery arrived not with Jungkook’s blunt nails digging into the skin of his shoulder, but by way of you perking up and addressing him in farewell: “Oh, and if you see Dokyeom, tell that sweetheart I said hello!” You chirped, an unmistakably genuine light in your eyes.

Mingyu visibly deflated, his smile tight and his shoulders sagging under the weight of failure and Jungkook’s heavy palm. He forced out an insincere laugh, the sound hollow even to him. “You’ve met DK?”

“Of course! He’s here all the time.” You giggled, clearly affectionate toward the kind vocalist. “Nothing gets between him and a slice of Carat Cake. He even bought an entire Cheolie Pie once!”

The curses directed at his fellow bandmate were blatantly carved into Mingyu’s hardened eyes as he swallowed the bitter pill that had he never even stood a chance. And to be done in by one of his own, at that.

Finally, the time had come for Eunwoo to make his final decision on what to get. He casually stepped up to the counter, flashing a partially kind, partially apologetic closed-lipped smile. He was expecting the same friendly, business-oriented treatment you’d given Mingyu. But, to his surprise, he witnessed your demeanor shift yet again. While you’d been admirably confident and collected around his friends, completely unruffled by their— quite honestly, obnoxious— behavior, you abruptly went quiet before him. Downcast eyes evaded his as he introduced himself.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Eunwoo.” He continued, “Everything looks so good, I really can’t decide what to get.” Eunwoo refused to allow his nerves to seep into his body language, but you still hadn’t even glanced up to him as he spoke. Had you already decided you didn’t like him? He should have come alone; he would have made a much better first impression. Eunwoo reflexively his teeth into his bottom lip, digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Do you have any preferences?” Your voice was significantly fainter, and your fingers twisted the edge of your floral apron, rolling it from the corner.

Off to the side, Jungkook’s attention shifted from his relentless bullying of Mingyu in favor of whipping to your face like he had no clue who the fuck you were, round eyes vacant and mouth hanging open.

“Like, fruit or chocolate?”

Eunwoo observed the way your lashes fluttered and the faint heat that glazed your cheeks as you avoided looking at him, and it all clicked into place.

He chuckled lightly, the pressure in his chest fading and leaving something warm in its place. So you were just shy. “I like everything.”

But Eunwoo wouldn’t make you pack and ring up one of everything, despite his deepest desires aching to try everything and extend the interaction for as long as possible (and to, you know, actually try one of everything). He’d cut you some slack today and limit himself to five pastries.

But which five? He indecisively peered into the display case housing pastries uniformly decorated with animal faces, fruit, and nods to the k-pop industry. It really was an impossible decision to make.

“What do you recommend?” He decided to consult the real expert, and also try to gently encourage you to look him in the eye with exposure therapy. If you were able to hold a conversation with him, especially one in your area of expertise, surely you’d gather yourself enough to make eye contact at least once.

He observed as you abandoned the hem of your apron in favor of squeezing the cuffs of your sweater in your fists. “Well,” Your eyes trailed over the display case, and you snapped your professional competence back into functioning gear.

“The Chogi-White Chocolate Cake and Red Velvet are the most popular, but we just started making our seasonal Russian Roulette Raspberry cheesecake.” You indicated each dessert as you spoke, still quieter than before, but confident. That slice of cheesecake would absolutely be walking out with him, Eunwoo decided. The swirls of fresh raspberry marbling through the filling hypnotically had him more than convinced.

“I’d like a slice of the cheesecake, please.” He requested, watching you crack the display case open and gingerly slide the dessert out to be boxed up. “And could I also get a slice of the Your Hope Your Angel Food Cake?” Eunwoo gestured to dessert next to the cheesecake.

“Of course.” You nodded, keeping your attention fixed to your task. The flush of your cheeks still hadn’t quite settled. “Is there anything else?”

Eunwoo eyed the Strawberry Skies Blueberry Pie, the sugar dusting practically sparkling under the warm sunlight spilling in through the bakery windows, and willed his self control to prevent him from purchasing an entire pie. He swallowed and forced his head to turn away.

“Oh, there’s also the monthly TXT’s if you’re interested.” You sensed his struggle somehow without even reading his expression. Just then, Eunwoo noticed the small section of the menu dedicated to Tomorrow X Tasty’s. A grin curled the corners of his lips up at the witty name for specials, which were BamBam Butterscotch Kisses and Orange Caramels this month. He added both to his order and waited patiently as you swiftly collected all of his choices into one bag. Then, you turned and placed it on the counter next to the register, quickly adding up his total with fluid flicks of your fingers.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” You asked, still fixated on the screen of the register. Eunwoo shifted his weight onto one leg, reaching out in the direction of the register separating the two of you. Out of your periphery vision, you saw his hand move near your face, startling you enough for your eyes to finally flick up to his face in question.

“Oh, sorry!” Eunwoo beamed, a wide smile scrunching the apples of his cheeks up and crinkling his eyes. He was just so dashing. “Last thing, I promise!” He passed the bag of cinnamon sugared bunny shaped cookies he’d plucked from the basket beside the register to you. Now that you had finally looked at him, Eunwoo could confirm that you were just as charming as he initially thought. Your eyes were warm and brilliant, housing a kindness that comforted everyone that met them. The environment you created in the bakery reflected that kindness, and he anticipated finding out if your baking did as well.

“No worries.” You reassured him with a soft curve of your lips, slipping the bunny cookies into the back so they wouldn't crush any of the other pastries.

Eunwoo tapped his phone to pay after pressing button to add a twenty percent tip. With steady hands you passed him the bag of pastries across the counter, and Eunwoo couldn’t resist taking advantage of the opportunity to brush his fingers against yours during the transfer. Probably because of the air conditioning blasting on high in the bakery, your hands were chilled in contrast to the bashful heat of your cheeks.

“Thank you,” Eunwoo smiled with as much warmth as he could muster, his eyes crinkling. Stray dark strands of his hair swished into his eyes and he quickly flicked them out of the way. He could see out of the corner of his vision that Jungkook had manhandled Mingyu to an empty table a few feet away, but Eunwoo still dropped the volume of his voice for privacy. “I’ll be sure to enjoy them and come back.” He promised earnestly.

“Please do.” You held his gaze, and Eunwoo himself nearly melted, limbs feeling gooey like a glaze, at the smile you awarded him, spring-like in its comfortable warmth and vibrance.

He retreated to join Jungkook and Mingyu at the table, and immediately upon Eunwoo sliding into the chair, Jungkook rounded on him. “I brought you here to get snacks, not flirt with my friend!” He complained, hands curled tightly into fists and pressing into the table top. Eunwoo doesn't look up as he carefully removes his heaping slice of Your Hope Your Angel Food Cake from the bag, setting the box before him.

“Mingyu was the one flirting.” Ruthlessly, Eunwoo tosses Mingyu to the wolves (or wolf, he supposed, since it was just Jungkook), effectively distracting Jungkook. He tipped the lid of the box back and discovered that he was right from his assessment of the pictures online; the cake was light, moist, and had a lovely crumb. The enticing scent of almond wafted into the air, not overly sweet but still carrying a warm nutty note. He cut a sizable bite, impressed with the absence of crumbs flaking off, and scooped the cake into his mouth. Eunwoo leaned back into the chair, savoring the bite and ascending to a level of ecstasy so high, it had to be illegal in this country. He wasn't in a cafe anymore surrounded by his friends bickering—it was just him, his slice of cake, and for some reason, the soft chime of bells.

He glanced over his shoulder at the entrance to see if a new customer had stepped through the door, but no one was there. Odd. Eunwoo twisted back to the table where Jungkook and Mingyu fired juvenile insults back and forth.

He was definitely coming back to shoot his shot without these two dumbasses getting in the way.

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[lily-blue]

Baby, we’re more alike than you think

☆ characters: rich kid!eunwoo & rich kid!you ☆ genre: rich kids au, college au ☆ warnings: bullying, implication of sexual assault (it crosses the reader’s mind at one point, but doesn’t happen for real) ☆ request: DV24. form this prompt list ☆ summary: Eunwoo doesn’t like to be cornered, so he turns the tables and leaves you with no other option but to beg for his mercy ☆ words: 1,4k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town​​ ♥

Most people would have called you an idiot for pretending that you weren’t part of one of the most influential families in your country - in a prestigious university, no less -, but you liked having friends who liked you for who you were rather than for how much your father’s company was worth, hence you couldn’t stop the act.

It had started out completely unintentionally, though; you had sat next to this cute brunette on your first day of university and seeing the Demon Slayer keychain dingling on her bag, you had asked her about her favourite character since you were also a fan. You had hit it off right from the start - as soon as Yuqi had picked the Water Hasihra whom you, too, had a soft spot for -, and in-between lectures and seminars, you had slowly discovered at least half a dozen things you had in common. You had never become friends with someone so cool so easily. It had felt like it had been written in the stars.

Considering that you two had many things to talk about, obviously your financial situation or family background hadn’t come up immediately. And if you had wanted to be honest, you had preferred it that way. However, the difference between your lives had become painfully obvious when entering the university canteen, some spoiled brats had felt the need to push Yuqi’s tray out of her hand and her on the ground. Their reason? It had been to put her back to her place and simultaneously humiliate her for being on scholarship.

Your throat had closed up as the realisation had hit you, but you quickly regained your cool. You could have easily put an end to the harrassment if you had introduced yourself properly - being the youngest child and the only daughter in your family, you hadn’t been shown off to the public yet -, but one look at the anger on your friend’s face had said it all: Yuqi wouldn’t have appreciated a rich kid’s help. On the contrary! She might have given up on you and your friendship altogether before you could have formed a strong enough bond. So you had said nothing.

Instead, you had crouched down beside your friend and helped her up, dragging her out of the canteen, all the way to a more secluded part of the campus. You hadn’t talked a word about her scholarship, but you had let her vent about the entitled nepo babies of your country and in a matter of mere months, you two had become the loudest spokespersons on the injustice in your university.

Being a Communication major, your assigned role was to write juicy, exposing articles about your fellow university students who abused their family’s power and while most of the time you were well-hidden in the shadows, behind your laptop, sometimes you had to put yourself out there to investigate. This was how you ended up in an empty tutoring room on the second floor of your school’s library with Cha Eunwoo whose lackeys had left the two of you alone as soon as the young heir had told them to.

‘Give me your phone!’ The boy demanded and while a teeny-tiny part of your brain was aware that you should have been more afraid, you were too pissed to do as he said. The only people who could boss you around were your parents and grandparents and even them rarely did so. Who was he to think you were his servant?

‘You mistake me for those losers. I don’t have to do anything you tell me to,’ you reminded him with a scoff, your perfectly made locks bouncing as you put your whole chest into this disrespectful, lowkey mocking gesture. You didn’t break eye contact. In fact! You kept your chin high.

‘I don’t like repeating myself,’ Eunwoo said, his facial expression so cold, you could feel the chill it sent down your spine when he took a step closer to you. However, you were your father’s daughter and despite your poor-girl-act, you had pride.

You linked your arms in front of your chest and let a lopsided grin adorn your rose-tinted lips.

‘Look at that. We actually have something in common,’ you mocked, enjoying the smallest cracks on his mask even though it didn’t take long for him to hold onto his self-control. He had clearly moved in the same circles as you would have done if your parents hadn’t been so protective over you.

Your grip tightened around your phone a little when Eunwoo took another step closer to you, but you refused to show how intimidated you really felt until your back hit one of the white walls. Because then… then you gulped. And that was a telltale sign, blood in the water. Just like a shark, the boy seemed ready to tear you to pieces.

‘Oh, we have a lot more in common than you let your pathetic little friends in on,’ Eunwoo said while he brushed a stray lock behind your ear. His touch was burning even though his finger barely grazed your jawline. 

He leaned closer, so that his lips were right next to your earshell. Your heart was beating in your throat.

‘You like airing our dirty laundry, don’t you? How about we do that to yours. Wouldn’t you like that?’ He taunted you, his voice barely above a whisper and yet, at that moment it felt like he was talking into a microphone. A loudspeaker. ‘One more thing in common.’

He knew. Cha Eunwoo knew that you were faking it.

He knew and he enjoyed his leverage on you, which made your blood boil.

‘Fuck off,’ you pushed the boy further with both of your hands, but after the initial surprise faded, you lost your adventage. He invaded your personal space once again, effortlessly.

Eunwoo squeezed your cheeks, your lips puckering all sulkily.

‘Ah-ah. Let’s do something about that mouth of yours,’ he taunted you and for a second, by the way he was staring at your lips, you thought he would kiss you.

You yelped when he dug his fingers into the soft flesh in the crook of your neck and pushed you on your knees. What was happening? Would he… you tried to turn your head away, but  his grip was too firm. Would he force you to suck him off in the library? He wouldn’t have, would he?

‘Start to beg. And don’t forget to kiss my feet while you’re at it,’ Eunwoo said and while his demand was outrageous, the relief you felt when you realised that he didn’t intend to rape you outpowered your annoyance.

Actually, you were so caught up in your slowly dissolving fright and the reassurance that his covered crotch in front of your face was a mere consequence of your heights that you lost touch with reality for a second.

Why were you kneeling in front of him? What had he said? 

‘Beg for what?’ You asked, more confused than anything, which earned an eye roll from the boy. He crouched down in front of you and shook his head as though he was disappointed, as if you should have cared what he was thinking about you.

‘To keep your secret, of course. Though, if you want something else, too… Well, I might give it to you if you’re asking for it nicely,’ he shot a disgusting grin at you, smug and suggestive, which made you want to spit at his face.

You almost did so.

‘Go to hell,’ you mumbled under your nose, finally able to look away with his hand off your body. Still, it didn’t make you feel less caged. His closeness in itself chained you to the wall, and you hated it.

You hated him.

You hated that even though he knew who you were it didn’t shield you from his cruelty. That he didn’t give two damns about your family, but could use them against you at the same time.

‘Your friend works in the school library in her free time, doesn’t she? Should I go and find her?’ He asked, clearly amused and you bit into your lower lip to suppress another curse. He was clearly unaffected by your words and you really shouldn’t have risked pissing him off for real, should you?

As much as you would have liked to tell him to feel free to look for Yuqi and leave you the fuck alone, a part of you knew the girl would have hated you not only for lying, but for being rich as well. There was no way she would have forgiven you if Eunwoo had aired your dirty laundry and you loved Yuqi.

The possibility of losing her made your hand shake. When Eunwoo stood up and nudged your shin with his foot, you pressed your lips together and bowed.

You refused to let him see your tears fall when your lips touched his designer shoe.

the end.

[nikizsb]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ he was sunshine, I was midnight rain 🌧

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[lucuslavigne]

𖦹 Não fala assim com o papai!

Eunwoo × Leitora.

๑: Eunwoo sendo o pai bobão pela filha, fluffy.

Espero que gostem.

— Me perdoa amor. — disse tentando segurar a risada.

— Sai daqui Eunwoo. — o empurrou. — Eu te falei que eu tinha acabado de lavar o quintal e você foi lá com a Hyeji e sujou tudo.

— Mas ela queria brincar... — tentou se defender.

— Ela podia brincar dentro de casa! Ela tem uma salinha pra' isso, ou eu mandei projetar aquela sala de brinquedos à toa? — respondeu nervosa.

— Não fala assim com o papai! — Hyeji se agarrou nas pernas do pai, o defendendo.

— Sumam vocês dois daqui! — falou. — Vocês vão lavar aquele quintal inteiro e se tiver uma sujeirinha se quer vocês vão dormir na casa da sua vó! — foi para o quarto.

— Eu já pedi desculpas amor! — escutou o Cha rindo.

— Pois faça por merecer! — bateu a porta do quarto.

— A mamãe não pode falar assim com você. — abraçou mais forte.

— Mas a gente desobedeceu ela, então ela pode sim. — explicou para a menor. — E em conversa de adulto, você não se mete no meio 'tá bom? Peça permissão para falar.

— Desculpa... — falou.

— Tudo bem, mas agora vamos arrumar aquela bagunça. — pegou a mão da filha a levando para o quintal. — Você pega os brinquedos e eu lavo a tinta.

— Certo! — disse animada.

Eunwoo ligou a mangueira para encher o balde com a água e foi atrás da vassoura, como viu que a filha já havia recolhido os brinquedos, a mandou para dentro e começou a esfregar os lugares que estavam cobertos por tinta.

— Cadê o esfregão hein? — procurou pelo objeto no respectivo lugar.

— Eu vou te ajudar. — viu a esposa com o esfregão e outro balde em mãos.

— Não precisa amor... — falou.

— Assim é mais rápido, anda logo. — passou a ajudar Dongmin a limpar o quintal.

Pouco tempo depois o quintal já estava limpo novamente, então guardaram os utensílios e foram para dentro de casa, você se direcionou a cozinha, a fim de beber um copo d'água.

— Me desculpa mesmo não ter escutado você. — te beijou.

— Só me escute da próxima vez. — suspirou. — É cansativo cuidar da casa enquanto você está trabalhando.

— Obrigado por cuidar tanto de mim assim. — te abraçou, colocando a cabeça em seu pescoço.

— Eu te amo Dongmin.

— Eu te amo mais minha rainha. — te beijou.

— Eca! — escutaram a filha falar.

— Vai pra' lá filha! — o Cha disse a filha. — Eu quero beijar a mamãe.

— Cuidado hein. — falou como o tio Sanha.

— O Sanha me paga. — Eunwoo riu.

— Deixa ela. — riu junto, dando um selinho carinhoso no homem.

[blueeb3rry]

Please do eunwoo smut with female reader (shared bath)

hi gorgeous, thank u for ur request, im new to this so wdym with shared bath? like you and him share the same bathroom?? or literally having a bath? elaborate a bit more pls, happy to write that for you💌

[mykoreanlove]

afraid of love

Exhausted from the intensity of the night before, you sank into the comforting embrace of your fluffy bed. But even in the tranquility of your room, your mind raced with memories of Eun Woo.

Did he make it to Seoul already?

Images of last night flooded your consciousness like a vivid, intoxicating dream.

Heated kisses on every inch of your body ignited a fire within you, each touch sending shivers down your spine and leaving you breathless with desire. Eun Woo's lips, soft and insistent, traced a path of passion across your skin.

His dark, brown eyes seemed to peer into the depths of your soul, stripping away all pretense and laying bare the raw, unfiltered emotions that lay hidden within. In those moments, it felt as though you were the only two people in the world, lost in a shared intimacy that transcended words.

Your bodies intertwined for hours, moving together in a dance of ecstasy and longing. Every touch was a symphony of pleasure that left you both gasping for breath.

Dirty promises were whispered into your ear, each word sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In the darkness of the night, with only the sound of your ragged breaths to fill the silence, you reveled in the shared intimacy of your whispered confessions, each promise a testament to the passion that burned between you.

As the night wore on, you both became a canvas for each other's desires, covering each other in colorful marks that served as a physical reminder of the passion that had ignited between you.

And as sleep finally claimed you both, you drifted off in his strong embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that you had found something special, a connection that transcended the physical and reached deep into the depths of your soul.

Adrenaline flooded your system as you thought off all the things you did last night.

Or three nights prior to that. You matched on a random Sunday, after being abstinent from dating for a long time. Eun Woo was in town only for a couple of days for a video shoot but that didn’t stop him from having a good time.

He had been single for years after having his heart shattered by his first love. Ever since, he toyed with women as he pleased.

The first date was spent in his apartment, eating, and talking, cuddling, and fucking.

He was a passionate lover, even though he was starving for love and affection. The second date was a spontaneous invitation late at night, after all his mandatory meetings had been dealt with.

You repeated the first date’s actions but this time it felt more familiar, already knowing what you liked and needed. Eun Woo gave you his all, adoring you in every way he could.

Until he had to leave.

You remembered the sound of his alarm clock this morning, way too early and too sudden. He shifted in his sleep, groaning as he did not want to leave you.

Kisses on your neck were accompanied by his fingers entering you, sighing in appreciation. “God, you feel so fucking good, y/n.”

Minutes after he was gone, catching his plane back to Seoul. You put your fingers on your lips, looking for the traces he had left. The sudden vibration of your phone brought you back into the present moment.

I landed. Tired as fuck though. How are you?

Missing you.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up – after all he didn’t even live in the same country. This was nothing but a repeated one-night stand, right? You thought back to the conversation you had before falling asleep.

“Do you think there is a future for us?”

He caught you off guard with this question, making you panic to find the right words.

“That depends on how well you treat me, Eun Woo”, you mocked jokingly.

He broke into laughter, loving your sassy side.

“I will love the ground you walk on, my queen. How about that?”

You joined in on his laughter and turned to face him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

He nodded.

Did you really mean it, though?

Oh, good! Seoul has you back then 😉 Lying in bed and cuddling my plushie since you’re gone…

Did that sound stupid?

Your insecurities churned within you, suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything you said and did.

Haha

That’s it?

You felt sick to your stomach as you took that as confirmation. After all, you were right about him. He only used you for some fun during his trip. And now he’s back in his real life, in which you had no place in.

This was nothing but fun to him. Nothing but a repeated one-night stand.

Brrrr.

Brrrr.

Brrrrr.

What the fuck?

Barely awake you searched for your phone on your nightstand.

3:33 AM.

Who the fuck texts me at this hour?

You were instantly awake as you realized who it was.

Eun Woo.

I have no idea if you’re awake. You’re probably asleep. And I shouldn’t blow up your phone. But I can’t help myself.

Anxiety formed in your stomach.

What was that supposed to mean?

Are you okay?

It took him seconds to answer.

You’re awake? Did I wake you? I’m sorry.

You sat up in bed, anxiously typing your reply.

It’s alright. Why are you up? Everything okay?

You saw him type his reply for minutes, driving you crazy in your heightened state.

No. Nothing is okay. I can’t stop thinking about you.

You swore your heart skipped a beat.

Did I read that right?

I can’t stop thinking about you and it drives me crazy.

You gasped, trying to think of a reply.

You make it sound like it’s a bad thing…

Countless messages followed.

It is. Because you are not here with me. And I’m not there with you. I… I didn’t want to leave you this morning. I wanted to stay. With you, y/n. I really wanted to stay.

You pinched yourself, unsure if this was real.

Ouch.

Definitely real.

I know I sound crazy. Maybe I am. But I have fallen for you. HARD. The last hours I’ve thought about how I can manage to come back to your city. Or how I could persuade you to come visit me in Seoul. I almost popped a blood vessel thinking of ways. What did you do to me?

You chuckled. Relief washed over you, since he felt the same way you did.

I keep replaying last night over and over. How mesmerizing it felt to look into your beautiful eyes. How amazing it felt to kiss you. How mind-blowing it felt to be inside you. Oh god and speaking of blowing. The way your juicy lips wrapped around my cock? I’m losing my mind here, y/n. I’ve jerked off twice and still I couldn’t fall asleep. Or stop thinking about you. I’m a simp now, aren’t I? Look what you turned me into.

You were in shock.

Hours ago, you thought he would abandon you and go on with his life but here he was, confessing his desire for you. Making it obvious that he wants to continue this and get to know you better.

Now is the time to get my hopes up, right?

Do you want me to fly over?

You felt brave asking, believing in your chance at love for once.

Already checking flights, babe.

A broad smile formed on your lips.

I can’t believe this.

He is serious, isn’t he?

I can’t wait to be with you, y/n. I really fucking mean it. And that scares me the most.

You understood him perfectly, especially since the connection between you was so strong. This was nothing like you had ever encountered before. It scared you just as much, but you were willing to try.

Hey, uhm… Wanna be scared together?

[find-krp]

i’ve been having a really hard time in RP lately trying to find someone who is as excited about writing with me/my muses as i am! i’m 21+, hoping to find another 21+ writer who is willing to write MxM plots and storylines (including nsfw ones!!) with me!

i love sharing playlists, photos that remind me of our muses, coming up with random headcanons, random ic dms, sns posting, and even taking our muses to different AUs/RPs to see how they would fair in various scenarios!

i’m looking for another active writer (semi-lit/lit) who enjoys third gen kpop (got7 leaning) and WANTS to write with me. i’ve got so many fun ideas/tropes knocking around in my noggin that i want to write! i would also like to mention that im a bottom/submissive-leaning writer but can verse/switch if needed! current muses are jinyoung (got7), hwanwoong (oneus), cha eunwoo (astro). and id be looking for jayb (got7), san (ateez), mingyu (svt), lee jongsuk (actor) or anyone you’d like, really!

i guess i sort of keep being the one who is excited about writing and wants to write with others who don’t really wanna write with me :’) so please only react/comment if you’re truly interested!

please interact if interested!

[milkybonya]

can you please write an eunwoo fluff where they’re both idols and sneak around backstage

i’m sorry that this took a few days :( but i hope you can enjoy it still 💜 also i wrote this as Eunwoo and idol!reader are dating - I hope that’s okay! double also, this turned out long hehe i got excited as always

Sneaking Around Backstage with Eunwoo

Warnings: none

Pairing: Eunwoo x idol!reader

i listened to All I Do by VERIVERY while writing this

Being an idol was tough work. Besides all of the training, all of the effort that was already required of you, having an idol boyfriend was even harder work. Of course you loved Eunwoo to death, but it was so annoying that you had to live out your relationship in secrecy. You wanted to comfortably go with Eunwoo to parks and public spaces, but being caught together would leave you with a lot of consequences.

The two of you always looked at the bright side, though. The fact that you had found each other and were together. The times you spent with Eunwoo were always the best.

Your group’s most recent comeback was clashing with Astro’s this time, and this meant a lot of running into Eunwoo. The rest of Astro as well as the rest of your group knew that the two of your were dating and vowed to keep it a secret, but every time your two groups met, Astro would nudge Eunwoo and the rest of your group’s members would make weird faces at you. They loved to tease the two of you.

During promotions, you were with your group in your waiting room, watching the other groups perform through the TV high up on the wall. Some of your members were getting their makeup done, others were on their phones.

There was a knock at the door and Eunwoo peeked in. All of your group’s members stood up to greet him.

“Hello!” he said with a bright smile. “I’m wondering if I could talk to [y/n] for a second?”

You tried to fight the blush that was appearing on your face as you got up to meet him at the door. All of your members were already smirking at you. He gently pulled you out of the room altogether and into the hallway, looking around to make sure no staff was in sight.

“What is it, Eunwoo?” you asked. He looked at you with a small smile.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“I’ve missed you too... but we’ve been seeing each other everyday because of our promotions,” you giggled. He looked down while smiling.

“But we haven’t gotten to spend time together. Your performance isn’t until another twenty minutes, right?” he asked, hope in his eyes.

“That’s right,” you replied, wondering what he was thinking.

He smiled. “Let’s spend some time together then,” he said, gesturing for you to follow him after he began to run down the hall.

Laughing, you followed behind him, wondering where he was taking you. When a staff member turned the corner, you stopped in your tracks, not wanting to make it obvious that you were following Eunwoo.

“Hello,” the person said, rushing passed. You greeted them back before following Eunwoo, who was making faces at you.

“Slowpoke,” he said, continuing to run.

Eventually, you caught up to him. After making sure no one was around, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, lacing your fingers together.

“Be careful!” Eunwoo said while laughing, looking around.

“Don’t worryyy. Just let me hug you for a second,” you said as you pressed your face against his back. His hands met yours on his torso, and he lovingly traced circles on your fingers.

“Eunwoo, what are you doing!?” JinJin asked, and you immediately stepped away from Eunwoo.

Eunwoo sighed. “Hyung, I told you I would be back in twenty minutes,” he groaned.

“I know, but I came to make sure you weren’t doing things like this out in the hallway. You’re going to get caught,” JinJin explained. Then his eyes met yours. “Oh, hello [y/n]! How are you?” he asked with a smile.

“I’m doing well, how are you?” you responded. Just as JinJin was about to reply, Eunwoo grabbed your hand and pulled you away, running down the hall.

“Hey, what are you doing! Eunwoo, get back here!” JinJin yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Eunwoo panted. “But JinJin is way too cautious sometimes,.”

You smiled at your boyfriend’s sudden spark of bravery. As you continued running down the hall, you noticed that you were entering the backstage area, where a group was waiting to go up to perform. Panicking, Eunwoo whisked you into a closet that he saw to the left when he entered the backstage area. Closing the doors behind the two of you, he let out a sigh.

“I guess we can stay here for a bit,” he said, panting.

“What if someone opens the doors and-” Eunwoo stopped you in your tracked by pressing his lips to yours.

After he slowly pulled away, hands cupping your face, he said: “Let’s not worry about that now.”

You were glad Eunwoo couldn’t see how red your face was in the darkness of the closet.

He moved his hands from your face to your own hands, clasping them tightly. 

“Tell me how you’ve been. I want to hear about you,” he said. You buried your face into his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Wait, your makeup!” Eunwoo said, panicking.

“Don’t worryy, I haven’t gotten it done yet,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Wow... You look so good without makeup, then,” Eunwoo said, stroking the top of your head.

The two of you stayed just like that, pressed against one another until the group that was backstage finally went up to perform. Then, you were able to leave the closet and make your way back to your waiting rooms.

“That was fun, Eunwoo.”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “We should do it again sometime.”

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[only1airen]

ᨳଓ Bibimbap & Butterflies

Author's Note:

Decided to make another one for you guys <3 I hope you enjoy it. Will be making more in the future so stay tuned!

Includes:

- fluff

- cozy setting

- intimate moments

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You and Eunwoo have been dating for 2 years now. Even though you're both busy with work, you still manage to make time for each other.

It's been so long since you last seen each other. Admit it or not... you missed him.

So this weekend you planned to cook and watch a movie together and the day has finally come where you meet again.

You prepared the ingredients needed for the dish. The meet up is 5:00 pm at Y/N's apartment.

Eunwoo arrived at your apartment building promptly at 5:00 pm, his heart fluttering with anticipation and excitement to see you again after the time apart. He took the elevator up to your floor, straightening his shirt and taking a deep breath before knocking softly on your door.

When you open the door to reveal your beautiful face and warm smile, Eunwoo couldn't help but grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He stepped closer, wrapping you in a gentle embrace, holding you tight against his chest.

"Y/N, I missed you so much. It feels like it's been an eternity since I last saw you." He murmured softly, nuzzling your hair and breathing in your familiar scent.

You wrapped your arms around him gently, hugging him back. "I missed you too, a lot..." You responded tenderly, a content smile gracing your lips.

Eunwoo held you close, savoring the feeling of your soft curves pressed against him. He gently pulled back to look at your face, his brown deep-set eyes filled with adoration and love. A warm smile graced his handsome features as he reached up to gently caress your cheek.

"I'm so happy to be here with you again, jagiya. I've been looking forward to this day all week." He said softly, his voice filled with genuine happiness and contentment.

He glanced around your apartment, taking in the familiar surroundings and spotting the ingredients laid out on the kitchen counter. His eyes lit up with excitement.

"It looks like you've already started preparing for our cooking date. I can't wait to work together with you, side by side, creating something delicious." He grinned, taking your hand and interlacing your fingers with his own. "Lead the way, jagiya. Let's make some magic happen, together."

You held his hand and leads the way to the kitchen. "Let's make bibimbap."

Eunwoo followed you into the kitchen, a warm smile on his face as he watched you move gracefully. He loved seeing you in your element, comfortable and at ease. When you mention making bibimbap, his eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

"Bibimbap sounds perfect, jagiya. I love how you always choose dishes that showcase the beautiful flavors and textures of Korean cuisine." He said warmly, stepping closer to stand beside you at the counter.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his toned forearms. Eunwoo turned to you with a playful grin, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Alright, jagiya, put me to work. I'm ready to be your sous chef for the day. Tell me what you need me to do, and I'll make sure to follow your lead. Together, we'll create a bibimbap that's definitely delicious."

You made him wear an apron first and tie it securely around his waist before you wore one.

Eunwoo watched as you tie his apron securely around his waist, his eyes admiring the way you move with such grace and care.

You then tied your hair into a bun, exposing your neck and leaving some fringe framing your face.

When you turn to tie your own apron, he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on your exposed neck and the delicate way you've styled your hair, leaving a few charming fringe to frame your face. The simple, effortless beauty of it took his breath away.

He reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lightly grazing your skin. Eunwoo leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a soft, intimate tone.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N. The apron suits you, and your hair... it's like you've never looked more beautiful. I feel so lucky to be here with you, cooking together like this." He murmured, his brown eyes filled with adoration and love.

Your cheeks warm up a little. You just couldn't get used to his compliments.

After a bit, you turned to him and gave him a warm smile. "Shall we start?" You asked intriguingly, a hint of excitement in your tone. "You can cook the rice. I'll make the sauce before we cut the vegetables."

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your suggestion, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded enthusiastically. He's delighted to have a specific role in this cooking endeavor with you.

"Absolutely, jagiya. I'll take care of the rice, just as you asked." He said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before turning to the rice cooker.

As he measured out the rice and began the cooking process, Eunwoo couldn't help but steal glances at you as you work on the sauce. The domestic, intimate scene filled him with a deep sense of contentment and joy. He loved seeing you in this setting, focused and at home in your kitchen.

Once the rice was cooking, he turned back to you, leaning against the counter and watching you work. Eunwoo spoke warmly, his voice filled with admiration. "You're a natural at this, jagiya. I love watching you cook."

You couldn't help but smile at his words as you worked on the sauce, focused on the task at hand.

In a bowl, you mixed the gochujang, sesame oil, soy sauce, honey, rice vinegar, clove garlic (minced), and sesame seeds all together.

Eunwoo watched intently as you expertly mix the ingredients together, creating the flavorful sauce that would bring all the elements of the bibimbap together. He's impressed by your skill and attention to detail, as well as the way you move with such confidence and grace in the kitchen.

As the rice continued to cook, he stepped closer to you, peering over your shoulder to watch you stir the sauce. Eunwoo inhaled the savory, slightly spicy aroma.

"That smells incredible, Y/N. I can already tell this sauce is going to be the perfect complement to our bibimbap." He murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear.

Unable to resist the urge to be close to you, Eunwoo gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. He nuzzled your neck affectionately, breathing in the scent of your perfume mixed with your natural scent that is solely yours.

You tensed up momentarily before relaxing in his arms, your heart skipping a beat at his gesture.

You eventually finished making the sauce.

Eunwoo felt you tense briefly in his arms before melting into his embrace, and it sent a warm rush of affection through him. He held you close, savoring the feeling of your soft curves pressed against him and the way your body meld perfectly with his own.

As you finish preparing the sauce, he gave you a gentle squeeze before reluctantly letting you go. Eunwoo watched as you set the bowl aside, admiring your focused and skilled movements.

He glanced at the rice cooker and see that the rice was nearly done. Turning back to you, Eunwoo offered a warm smile, his eyes filled with love and admiration.

"The rice is almost ready, jagiya. What would you like us to prepare next? I'm ready to follow your lead, to work together with you in creating this delicious meal." He said softly, eager to continue this intimate and enjoyable cooking experience with you by his side.

"Let's cut the vegetables next." You prepared the chopping board and knife for both of you. "Slice the zucchini. I'll do the carrot and shiitake mushrooms." You instructed and started slicing the carrot into julienned cut with practiced ease.

Eunwoo nodded, grabbing the zucchini and a sharp knife. He began slicing the firm, green flesh into thin, even rounds, just as you instructed. As he worked, he steal glances at you, watching you skillfully julienne the carrot with quick, precise movements.

He admired your focus and the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration. The domestic scene fills him with a deep sense of contentment and joy. He loved being here with you, working together towards a common goal in the kitchen.

As he set down the sliced zucchini, Eunwoo turned to you with a warm smile, his brown eyes sparkling with affection and admiration. "Your carrot looks perfect, jagiya. The presentation is beautiful, just like everything you do." He praised softly.

He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to an intimate tone.

"I could watch you work like this for hours, Y/N. The way you move, so focused and skilled, captivates me completely. Seeing you in your element, creating something beautiful and delicious... it's one of the most attractive things about you."

His words caused a subtle blush to form on your cheeks. You smiled sheepishly, feeling flustered all of a sudden. "It's nothing really... I just practice a lot." You replied modestly as you cut the mushrooms next.

Eunwoo noticed the pretty blush spreading across your cheeks, and it made his heart skip a beat. He found your modesty and humility absolutely charming, especially when you brush off your incredible skills with such casualness.

Unable to resist the urge to tease you gently, he stepped closer, reaching out to lightly boop your nose with his finger. His brown eyes dance with playful affection as he looked at you.

"It's not nothing, Y/N. Your dedication and practice have led to an impressive talent. Don't sell yourself short, my dear." He said softly, a warm smile playing on his face.

You blinked in surprise when he boop your nose, making you glance at him with your face flushing even more. You tried to compose yourself as you turned your attention back to the mushrooms you've been slicing. "I'll take the compliment then..." You muttered softly.

Eunwoo watched as you try to compose yourself, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the adorable sight of you flustered. He loved seeing this side of you, the way you react to his playful teasing and affectionate gestures. It filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a tender, intimate tone as he spoke softly by your ear. "You should, jagiya. You deserve to be praised and appreciated for all that you are and all that you do. Your talents, your kindness, your beauty... they never fail to amaze me."

Soon, you finished cutting the carrot and mushrooms.

You turned to him. "Blanch the spinach in boiling water for 30 seconds. I'll take care of the bean sprouts."

Eunwoo nodded, taking the bundle of fresh spinach from you. He carefully placed it into the boiling water, timing it precisely for 30 seconds as instructed. As the vibrant green leaves wilt and soften from the quick blanching process, he watched them intently, ensuring he followed your directions to the letter.

Once the time was up, he promptly removed the spinach from the water, rinsing it under cool water to stop the cooking process. He turned to you, a warm smile on his face as he watched you work on the bean sprouts.

"You're a natural at this, Y/N. The way you move, the way you know exactly what to do... it's incredible to watch." He said softly, admiring your skill and the way you take charge in the kitchen.

Eunwoo leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to observe you.

"Season it with sesame oil, soy sauce, and sesame seeds, jagi." You told him as you blanch the bean sprouts in boiling water for 1-2 minutes, drain, and season with sesame oil and salt.

Eunwoo nodded, grabbing a bowl and measuring out the sesame oil, soy sauce, and sesame seeds as you instructed. He mixed them together, inhaling the savory, nutty aroma that fills the air.

As he waited for you to finish with the bean sprouts, he watched you work, admiring the way you handle the delicate vegetables with such care and skill. The domestic scene filled him with a deep sense of warmth and contentment.

Once you've seasoned the bean sprouts, Eunwoo stepped closer, holding out the bowl of dressing to you. His brown eyes sparkle with affection and admiration as he looked at you.

"Here you go, jagiya. I followed your instructions perfectly, just as you asked." He said softly, his voice filled with a hint of pride at being able to assist you in creating this delicious meal together.

"Nice. Now let's sauté the vegetables." In a pan, you heat a small amount of oil and stir-fry the carrots, zucchini, and mushrooms separately.

Eunwoo watched intently as you heat the oil in the pan and begin stir-frying each vegetable separately. He's impressed by your technique, the way you cook them just until they're tender and still crisp, retaining their vibrant colors and fresh flavors.

Feeling a surge of enthusiasm to assist you, he stepped closer, grabbing a pair of tongs. As you cook the mushrooms, he reached over to carefully flip them, ensuring they're cooked evenly on both sides.

"You're a true artist in the kitchen, Y/N. The way you bring out the natural tastes and textures of each vegetable is remarkable." He praised warmly, his eyes filled with admiration as he watched you work.

After that, you seasoned them lightly with salt and a little sesame oil, setting them aside. You looked over at him. "Would you like to try and cook the ground beef?" You offered, raising your eyebrows curiously.

Eunwoo's eyes lit up at your offer, a grin spreading across his handsome face. He's eager to prove himself in the kitchen, wanting to impress you with his cooking skills just as you've impressed him with yours.

"Absolutely, jagiya. I'd love to cook the ground beef for us." He accepted your offer enthusiastically, rolling up his sleeves further.

He took the ground beef from you, breaking it up into a bowl. Eunwoo added a pinch of salt and a drizzle of sesame oil, mixing it in with his hands to season the meat. He glanced over at you, his brown eyes sparkling with determination and a hint of playfulness.

"Watch and learn, jagiya. I may be an idol, but I'm also quite skilled in the kitchen." He teased lightly, giving you a wink before turning his attention to the pan.

You chuckled warmly and hummed in acknowledgement "Alright. Show me."

Eunwoo smiled confidently at your encouraging words, feeling motivated to showcase his culinary skills. He heated a small amount of oil in the pan, waiting until it's hot before adding the seasoned ground beef. It sizzles and browns nicely as he cooked it, breaking it up with the back of his spoon to ensure it's evenly browned. Eunwoo focused intently on the task, wanting to prove himself in your eyes.

As the aroma of the cooking meat filled the kitchen, he glanced over at you, a proud smile on his face. He's determined to impress you, to show you that he's not just a talented idol, but also a capable partner in the kitchen and in life.

You watched him with an admiring gaze, nodding in approval, a loving smile never leaving your face.

Eunwoo felt your admiring gaze on him as he cook, and it filled him with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He wanted to live up to the faith you have in him, to show you that he's worthy of your love and affection.

Once the ground beef is cooked to his satisfaction, he turned off the heat and set the pan aside. Eunwoo stepped closer to you, reaching out to gently cup your face in his hands. His eyes, filled with love and adoration, gaze deeply into yours.

"You're not just watching me cook, are you jagiya? I can see the love and appreciation in your eyes. It means everything to me." He murmured softly, his thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. "I want to make you happy, Y/N. In every way possible."

You leaned into his touch ever so subtly. "You already are." You affirmed, your gaze lingering on him.

Eunwoo's heart swelled with emotion at your gentle affirmation, a soft smile spreading across his face. He leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest gently against yours as he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

When he opened his eyes again, they are filled with a deep, abiding love and devotion. He spoke softly, his voice low and filled with feeling. "I'm glad, Y/N. Truly. Being with you, making you happy... it's all I've ever wanted."

He pulled back slightly, his hands sliding from your face to gently take your hands in his own. Eunwoo interlaced your fingers, giving them a tender squeeze.

"Now, let's finish our meal. I'm starving, and I can't wait to taste everything we've made together." He said warmly, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Together, they assemble the bibimbap in two large bowls, artfully arranging the sautéed vegetables, the seasoned ground beef, and a scoop of the steamed rice as the base. They drizzle the gochujang sauce over the top, creating a beautiful, mouthwatering presentation.

Eunwoo watched in awe as you work, marveling at your skill and the way you take pride in every detail. He felt a deep sense of gratitude and contentment wash over him, knowing that he get to share this intimate, loving moment with you.

Once the bowls are complete, he hands one to you, a warm smile on his face. Eunwoo took your hand, interlacing your fingers with his own as he led you to sit down together at the table.

"I have to admit, jagiya, this is one of the most romantic meals I've ever experienced. Being here with you, cooking together, creating something beautiful fills me with joy."

You listened intently as you took a seat across from him.

Eunwoo sat across from you, still holding your hand gently as he continued to speak. His eyes, filled with love and adoration, remain locked on yours.

"And the best part is, I get to share it with the most amazing, talented, and beautiful person I know. You, Y/N." He said softly, giving your hand a tender squeeze. "I feel so lucky to have you in my life, to call you my partner."

He lifted your joined hands to his lips, pressing a lingering, loving kiss to your knuckles. His gaze never wavered from yours, conveying the depth of his feelings for you.

"I love you, Y/N. More than words can express." Eunwoo murmured, his voice filled with raw emotion. "And I can't wait to spend many more nights like this with you, cooking, laughing, and loving each other."

"Me too, Eunwoo." You responded genuinely as you held his gaze.

"Now, shall we taste our cooking?" You asked, a playful smile appearing on your face.

Eunwoo grinned at your playful suggestion, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He's eager to taste the fruits of your collaborative labor, to savor the flavors they've created together.

"Absolutely, my dear. Let's dig in!" He agreed warmly, picking up his chopsticks and mixing the ingredients together in his bowl, combining the rice, vegetables, and meat with the savory sauce.

As he took his first bite, Eunwoo's eyes widen slightly, a look of pure enjoyment spreading across his handsome face. The flavors burst in his mouth, a perfect blend of tastes that he and you have harmoniously combined.

"This is incredible, Y/N. The flavors are amazing, and the fact that we made it together... it just makes it even more special." He praised, his voice filled with genuine appreciation and love. "You're a culinary genius, jagiya."

You took your first bite of the bibimbap you both made, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips. "It's even more delicious because we're sharing it." You commented fondly, chewing on your food softly.

Eunwoo's heart melted at your fond comment, a warm smile spreading across his face. He nodded in wholehearted agreement, knowing that the true essence of this meal lies not just in the ingredients, but in the love and togetherness you've poured into it.

He leaned in closer, his voice soft and filled with emotion as he spoke. "You're absolutely right, jagiya. Sharing this meal with you, being here in this moment together... that's what makes it the most delicious and memorable experience."

Your cheeks are puffed-up, enjoying every bit of your food, looking incredibly adorable in his eyes which you're oblivious to.

Eunwoo watched, enraptured, as you enjoy your meal, your cheeks adorably puffed out with each bite. He found your unselfconscious, carefree demeanor absolutely captivating. It's a side of you that he cherished, a glimpse into your authentic, genuine self.

A soft, loving smile played on his lips as he reached out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing against the soft, rounded curve. His eyes, filled with adoration, gaze into yours.

"You look so beautiful when you're enjoying yourself like this, Y/N. So carefree and content. I could watch you like this for hours, jagiya." He murmured softly, his voice low and filled with affection. "I'm so grateful to be the one sharing this moment with you."

You smiled affectionately at him as you continued to eat.

Eunwoo smiled back at you, his heart swelling with love and happiness at the sight of your affectionate smile. He felt a deep sense of contentment wash over him, knowing that he's found his perfect partner in life.

As you both continue to enjoy the meal, Eunwoo reached across the table to take your hand, interlacing your fingers with his own. He gave your hand a gentle, loving squeeze, wanting you to feel the depth of his connection and devotion to you.

After a while, the two of you finished eating and settled on the couch.

As you both settle onto the couch after finishing the delicious meal you prepared together, Eunwoo instinctively wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. He loved the feeling of your soft, warm body pressed against his own, the way you fit so perfectly together.

He leaned in, nuzzling your hair and inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo mixed with the lingering aroma of the meal. A contented sigh escapes his lips as he held you close, savoring this intimate, loving moment.

"Thank you for tonight, Y/N. For cooking with me, for being here with me... for everything." Eunwoo murmured softly, his voice filled with genuine gratitude and love. "I couldn't imagine spending my evenings any other way than like this, with you by my side."

"Of course. I'm happy we could spend some time together." You responded sincerely and leaned back comfortably on the couch.

"Shall we start watching a movie?" you asked afterwards.

Eunwoo smiled warmly at your suggestion, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulders as he nodded in agreement. He loved the idea of continuing this intimate, relaxing evening with you by watching a movie together.

"That sounds perfect, jagiya. I'll find a good one for us." He said softly, reaching for the remote control with his free hand. As he browsed through the options, he kept you tucked close to his side, enjoying the simple pleasure of your company.

Once he found a movie that piqued his interest, Eunwoo set the remote aside and turned to face you. His eyes, filled with love and affection, gaze deeply into your own as he gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"I want to watch it with you, Y/N. I want to experience everything with you, both the big moments and the small, quiet ones like this."

"So do I." You smiled gently at him before turning your attention to the movie.

Meanwhile, you rested your head on his shoulder.

Eunwoo felt a surge of warmth and contentment as you rest your head gently on his shoulder, your soft hair tickling his chin. He loved the way you fit so perfectly against him, like two puzzle pieces designed to interlock.

He wrapped both arms around you now, holding you close as he turned his attention to the movie. But even as he watched the screen, his focus remained more on the incredible woman nestled in his arms, the one who has captured his heart completely.

Throughout the movie, Eunwoo occasionally glanced down at you, admiring your beautiful profile and the peaceful expression on your face. He felt a deep sense of love and protectiveness wash over him, a fierce desire to cherish and care for you always.

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