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across stardust - two (j.yh); section two

summary: you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.one | two (section 1); (*section two) | three | four 🔗read on ao3 ✨across stardust pinterest board

note: i hope everyone enjoys this chapter. it's wildly fluffy and wildly romantic, and then deliciously smutty so i hope everyone enjoys. **this part was too long for tumblr's new word count guidelines! please check out the FIRST half of this part, here!

tags/warnings: idol!yunho, makeup artist!reader, fem!reader, soulmates au, soulmate identifying marks, soulmate tattoos, tattoed!reader, suggestive language, allusions to a past ex who pressured her into things she wasn't ready for, anxiety etc., and finally the smut; heavy makeouts, grinding, oral f!receiving, convos about oral m!receiving, lots of fingering, lots of cock touching, earth shattering soulmate sex, rough sex, soft!dom/pleasure!dom yunho and wide eyed sub!reader, heavy on the dirty talk, HEAVY on the praise. we got a lot of good girls in this one, and good god tagging for gratuitous use of pet names from yunho. lots of missionary and missionary adjacent positions, spooning sex to idk he's on his back and she's on top but laying on him it's hard to describe but by god is it hot please enjoy

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: fantasy, romance, smut || soulmates au

word count: 28.1k

**did you read section one of part two yet? if not, click here!!

Slowly, ever so slowly, the hazy cloud starts to lift. You’re both still shaking, Yunho hiding in your shoulder, his lips brushing against your pulsepoint as he comes back down from his high. Your fingers are locked tightly on his back still, legs pinning him to your pelvis, and it takes time for you to breathe through the last bits of dizziness and start to feel some kind of normal again.

Finally you feel him exhale out an intentional breath and kiss your shoulder before pressing up on his forearms to look down at you, “Am I crushing you?” He lifts a bit of his body weight off, but you keep your arms locked.

“Don’t go,” You say, holding him steady.

He smiles dreamily, and shakes his head, “Not going anywhere,”

Your legs fall slack on either side of him and you let your hands slide down to rest on his chest, “Good,”

His eyes flick down over your bodies, to where you’re still connected hip to hip and with the fog of your newly cemented bond lifted, you feel a pang of his concern, “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, smoothing your hand over his chest, “Mm-mm,”

“You sure?” He takes one of your hands in his and gently kisses your knuckles.

“You would have felt it if you did,” You remind him, “looks like we were right, we really were made for each other,”

He rolls his eyes and smiles at your soft teasing, “Uh-huh,”

You thread your fingers with his and tug him back down to where you rest in the pillows, kissing him as you do, “Mm,” you sigh, “do you think it will feel like that every time?”

“If it does,” He laughs, “I’ll never make it out of this bed, I better resign now,”

You nudge him, “Not funny,”

“It’s a little funny,” He kisses you again, “but maybe I should, just keep you right here on my cock all day,”

You shiver at his words, “And I’m the tease,”

He laughs a little but squeezes your hand, “If it feels like that every time, I’m not teasing,”

Your stomach flips pleasantly at his words, “Well,” your fingers skate down his chest, “we do have three days,”

“That’s true,” He murmurs, his brow quirking playfully as he pecks a kiss to your lips, “do you have any objections to me keeping you right here?”

You shake your head, “We’ll have to eat at some point, though,”

“I’m pretty sure we can manage having sex in the kitchen,” He nips at your lip.

“My kitchen’s pretty small,”

“I’m very creative,” He counters, his kisses traveling down your jaw now.

You sigh, breathy as his tongue catches on your throat, “W-where else?”

He huffs a laugh, “Shower,”

“Of course,”

“Couch,” His teeth tug gently at your earlobe and your muscles flutter and clench. Yunho groans lightly, and you feel his cock start to stiffen up inside you again.

“And then?” Unconsciously, your legs start to widen just a little more.

“The wall,” His voice is low and warm in your ear, “how see-through is that window, anyways?”

Your eyes roll and you twitch under him, fingers tightening on his skin, “It’s reflective glass, you c-can’t see through it,”

Yunho hums pleasantly, sucking at the pulsepoint of your neck and sending a shock of heat down your body, and you feel him start to stiffen up inside you again. A little breathy sound bubbles from your lips, and his hips grind down into yours just a little. His jaw tightens, muscles tense, and you feel him rock hard again and pressing insistently at all your sweet spots.

“A-again?” You shiver.

“Baby,” He sighs and chuckles, “all night,”

Part of you thinks he’s kidding about that, but with that look in his eyes you know he’s more than serious.

“Usually I’d need a little bit,” He admits, shifting up to his knees and dragging his hands down your body, “but you make me crazy,”

You nod, moaning as his cock shifts inside you with the position change. Nothing has ever filled you like this, felt like this. The stretch is delicious, the way he seems to reach the tenderest places in your cunt that makes you see stars. The dizziness from the bonding a moment ago has dissipated, but the searing heat is still there, and you shiver, his fingertips skating over your tattoo before his hands find a home on your hips.

“What do you say, baby? Can you take me again?” His hips pulse slowly, a torturous drag in and out to tease you.

“Fuck yes,” You moan, one hand flying up to the wall behind you to brace yourself.

“God, you sound pretty,” He pulses his hips again, punching a surprised moan from your throat, “exactly like that, I’m addicted to that sound.”

He’s so verbal now that you’re not both swimming in the sensation of your newly forged bond, that night on the phone really was just a glimpse into who your partner is behind closed doors, his idol persona left on the concert hall floor.

”J-just like that,” You nod, gripping the sheets.

“Like that?” He teases, dragging you down onto his cock with his hands on your hips, “Yeah?”

You moan again, “Harder,”

“Fuck,” He curses, hands tight, sure to bruise, “we’re going to be so good together, aren’t we?”

Before you can respond, he answers your plea with his hips, picking up the pace so that each pulse forward is met with the drag down of your body, connecting your bodies with firm, sharp snaps, the sound wet and wanton.

“Y-yes, yes,” You all but sob, pleasure arcing through your belly and a fresh sheen of sweat breaking over your brow.

Yunho groans, roughly fucking into you in just the way you needed, his body slick with sweat and glistening in the low light, his muscles flexing and relaxing with every snap of his hips.

His mouth falls open, thumbs digging into your belly where he grips your waist, “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,”

Your cunt clenches, “You feel so good,”

“That’s my good girl,” He breathes, his eyes hazy and lips parted as he watches you coming apart beneath him.

You moan hard at the praise, your belly fluttering and clenching at the memory of how he talked to you that first time. You’ve thought of it dozens of times, desperate for exactly this, “Yes,” you whine, “I love when you call me that. Love when you talk to me like that,”

Yunho shudders, his hips stuttering in pace and he groans, “Yeah?”

“Don’t stop,” You reach for him, nails brushing over his skin as you try to get your hands on him.

“Not stopping,” He assures you, but his hips do slow as he says, “what else do you like, hmm?”

You can feel his curiosity, and his arousal too, the way he wants to know every button that makes you tick. Your slick channel pulses around his cock and you sigh in the sheets, “What do you think I like?”

A half smile quirks his lips and he slows his pace to a stop, “Are you trying to tease me?”

Your cheeks heat, caught under the exactness of his gaze and the rolling ripple of arousal through your body.

“Cute,” He murmurs again, but he rolls his hips once hard to make you moan, “so pretty when you moan for me,”

“God,” You have to pull your eyes away.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” He brushes your hips with gentler hands.

“I’m not,” You drop a hand over your face.

“You’re blushing, baby,” His fingers loop under yours and pull your hand away from your eyes.

“Don’t pretend it doesn’t turn you on,” You counter, “I can feel you,”

“Oh?” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips, “You can feel me?”

“Shut up,” You groan, flutters rolling through your abdomen.

“Let’s see if I can make you really embarrassed, hmm?”

“Yunho,” You manage, but you’re caught under him, the press of his hips and the firm pressure of his hands.

”You’re mine, right?” His fingers skate over your body as he adjusts himself onto his knees between your splayed open thighs, “You trust me?”

Anticipation buzzes inside you, your mouth running dry. In this position you’re completely exposed, his eyes raking over your every inch, and when his tongue darts out to wet his lips with his tongue, your breath quickens

“Do you?” He prompts softly.

“Y-yes,”

He smirks a little, and then he settles on his heels and squeezes your thighs, “You like when I grab you,” he says, “I can feel your little jolt of excitement every time I do this.” He squeezes again for good measure, and just like he said your stomach jumps.

“You’re my soulmate,” You sigh, “of course I like it when you touch me,”

“Mm,” He nods, his hands skating up your skin until he’s cupping your breasts, “fair, how about this?”

You soften, “That’s nice,”

“And this?” He squeezes a little and you swallow to keep your composure, but when he finds both your nipples with his thumb and forefinger to give them a gentle pinch, you pant, “This?”

He watches your eyes go glassy, and you’re sure he can feel the liquid fire pooling in your belly.

He pinches them again, this time adding a little more pressure and tugging them upwards a bit before he releases.

You moan sharply, fingers locking down on the bedding beneath you at the sharp zing that passed from your chest to your achingly neglected clit.

“Is that nice, baby?” He tugs again, “Or am I being too rough with you?”

He’s teasing you, and you shiver, “Not too rough,”

The muscle in his jaw tightens but he lets that pass, cataloguing it and moving on, “And I think we’ve already established you like my hands,”

“No surprise there,” You sigh.

“My fingers?” He slides his hands up, and your heart starts to beat faster in your chest. Yunho settles one broad hand at the base of your throat, his fingers circling your neck gently. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but the way his thumb and index finger brace each side of your jaw has you trembling in his hold.

You swallow, throat bobbing against his palm.

“You do,” He murmurs, his voice a little rougher. With his opposite hand, he ever so gently touches your lips with the pads of his fingers, and like you’ve done it for him a thousand times before you let your mouth fall open.

He drags his fingers over the curve of your lower lip again, and your cunt spasms around his cock where it's still buried inside you. He smiles at your reaction and then he hooks two of his fingers over your lip, resting on your teeth.

You gasp sharply, your tongue pressing against the pads of his fingers.

He waits, his patience a challenge, and then you melt. You dip your head forwards to accept his fingers into your mouth, letting them slide back on your tongue, your lips closing around them so that when you drag your head back you can suck them just a little.

You can taste yourself on his skin and he groans, “Good girl,”

Your core clenches again, but as his fingers slip free from your mouth you pulse your muscles again to tease him this time, “You’re easier to read than you think,” you tell him, “I know what you like too.”

He smiles, full of cheek, and shifts back to roll his hips, “Yeah?” He slides his hand down, spreading it wide over your belly, “I like being inside you,”

“You like,” You start but he shakes his head.

”I like being buried so deep I can feel it here,” He presses down with the heel of his hand and thrusts forwards, driving his cock into you, and the tight sensation of his cockhead punching into your g-spot leaves you moaning, all teasing forgotten at the sudden sensation of pleasure at his hands.

Yunho drops over you properly now, gathering you back into his arms and pushing your legs back open wide with a tilt of your hips. He kisses you hard and then his hips start to pulse, “I like knowing this little pussy belongs to me,”

“Oh, fuck,” You grip down hard on his shoulders.

“That’s it,” He tips you back, rolling into you, “open up for me,”

You moan hard, arching into him.

“Fuck,” He curses low in your ear, “sweetheart, you feel incredible,”

You nod into his shoulder, “S-so do you, don’t stop,”

“The best thing I’ve ever felt in my life” He manages.

“Yunho, god,”

“That’s right,” He slips a hand under our leg, sliding up the back of your thigh to pin you open, “so good,”

Hot need arcs up your spine, belly tight with burgeoning pleasure, and you shudder a broken sob into his skin, “Please, please,”

He thrusts hard, groaning with every jut of his hips, “Fuck,” he pants, “you want to know what I really like?”

“Yes, yes,”

”I like you like this,” His kisses travel over your slick skin, “messy, begging for me,”

“For you,” You babble almost mindlessly.

“I like you coming,” He moans, “I could watch you come forever,”

“Fuck, god,” Your head falls back to the mattress.

“I want to make you lose yourself,” His pace steadies, and he drops his hand from your leg to the sheets for better leverage, “I want to watch you go so cockdrunk you don’t even know what sounds you’re making, how loud you’re being for me,”

“Yunho, oh my god,” Your moan is rough, deep in your chest.

He drops his forehead to your hair and nods, “Exactly like that,”

Your body is starting to move on its own, your thighs trembling, and your hips canting upwards to catch more friction on your clit as he fucks you, and you whine in heady need.

In a flash, his hips lock down hard, your body arching into his chest as you start to see the bursts of color behind your tightly shut eyes, but he doesn’t stop moving. Yunho grinds down, rocking his hips to give you extra pressure, and with needy jerks of your body you hump artlessly up into him, pleasure rolling up from your clit as he cock sits heavy and thick inside you.

His lips connect with your ear as he drops his body weight over you, hands gathering you close, “That’s it, greedy girl,”

Sparks roll up your spine and you moan into his shoulder.

“That’s it,” His hand slips down and cups your ass as you shudder, “take it, take it,”

You gasp sharply, nails digging into his shoulders, “Oh, god, oh fuck,”

“There she is,” He says hot at your cheek, his face leaving heavily against yours, “there’s my girl,”

You moan, and he circles his hips, grinding deeper.

“You like taking every inch of me, baby?” He flicks your nipple sharply, “You like knowing you were made for me?”

Your orgasm feels like it’s a breath away, ready to pull you open in a snap, and you sob beneath him, “M-more,” your head falls back as you scramble beneath him, heels digging into the mattress as you arch and try to bring yourself up and over the edge.

“Come for me,” He kisses you, wet, fast, “come on babygirl,”

“Ah, ah,” You press your eyes tight, holding him like a lifeline as you reach for it, “p-please, I want to come for you so bad,”

“That’s it,”

The pressure in your body builds, but you can’t reach it, and you ache to push your hands between your thighs. In a flash, his hands pulse on your skin, and he kisses you once more before pushing up and away from your body and drawing his cock halfway out of your aching center.

“No, no,” You reach for him, eyes fluttering open in the hazy dim.

On his knees once again he starts to rub your clit, his thumb pressing firm circles, the slick sound of it making your eyes roll back.

“God,” You curse, a ripple of pleasure running through you like a spasm.

He licks his lips, watching your face intently as he works your swollen bud, “Yeah? Do you need this to come?”

The husky tone of his voice makes it sound like dirty talk, but you know he’s also asking for real, learning your body for the first time. You nod, “Usually, but, it’s not,”

“Shh,” He pulls back, sliding his cock out of your wet warmth and kissing your knee before letting your legs fall slack to the mattress and shifting to your side, “I want to give you what you need,”

“You are,” You tell him as he kisses you, nuzzling into you.

“I can feel it,” He reminds you as he slides behind you, spooning you now and caging you in with his arms, “I know what you need, let me give it to you,”

You shudder, melting as his hands slide over your body, “Mm,” you sigh, “I was j-just going to say I don’t think I need it with you,”

“But it’s better?” He asks, lifting your leg and hooking a hand under your knee.

You angle your hips with an arch of your back, opening yourself to him, and gasp as he directs his cock back into your slick hole, “N-no,” You manage, “I don’t know,”

He kisses your shoulder, “Let’s find out,”

With a swift punch of his hips forwards he seats himself again and you moan, gripping down on the pillow under your cheek.

“There we go,” He croons and you moan into his bicep. He hums, fingers teasing your slit as he pushes in and out, “is it better because I’m bigger?”

“Yunho!” You gasp as he thrusts again, head falling back against the top of his chest.

“Do I hit your sweet spots, jagi?” His voice is hoarse with his own need.

“Yes, god,” You moan.

“Tell me,” His middle finger finds your clit again, “say it,”

You babble a response through a taut moan, “You’re so big,”

“And?” He bites down on your shoulder, rubbing faster.

“You’re the,” You gasp as his hips punch back and forth sharply, “oh, fuck, yes, you’re the biggest cock I’ve ever had,”

“Good girl,” He moans, “that’s my good girl,”

Hot pleasure rolls through you at his words and you whine.

“Feels good?” He teases.

“So good,” You manage, “so, so good,”

“Let go,” He kisses your cheek, gritting his teeth to focus on working you with his fingers an the steady pulse of his hips at the same time, “let it go and come,”

Your hand flies to his forearm, gripping onto him as you cry out, and he pants behind you, kissing any part of your skin he can reach in this position.

“Good girl,” He murmurs low, “just hold onto me,”

He slides his other hand from your knee to your hip to brace you steady and then he starts to adjust the pace of his hips, still slow, but firmer now so that every snap of his hips strikes a wet smacking drumbeat through the room as he circles his fingers on your slick clit.

Heat rockets through you, your nails digging into his forearm, and then you feel it. Just a little more will take you right over the edge, and you choke out a breathless moan, “Please, please,”

“Come,”

Your stomach tightens, legs trembling, and when it hits you crack open in his arms. The wave takes you just the same as before, and distantly through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the muttered pleas of Yunho as he feels the rush of your pleasure through the bond.

You’re boneless, both of you shaking, and then he wraps his arms around you properly and rolls onto his back, your body laid prone across his chest. His cock stays deep inside your pulsing core as you turn, but with a hiss he jerks his hips back and pulls out.

“Baby, oh my god,” Your chest is heaving, and you reach back for him, finding his cheek.

He’s quiet, shuddering beneath you.

“You didn’t come?” You manage, still breathless.

He shakes his head against yours, “Don’t want this to end too soon,”

“We have days,” You tell him, “now please, I want you to feel good,”

His hands tighten on your hips as he weighs your words, and then with a slow shift of his hips you feel his cock start to press at your entrance again. He slips home with ease, and you moan at the sudden stretch of him again, his cock thick and pulsing with his almost orgasm.

“I,” He pulses his hips once and groans, “oh, I’m not going to last,”

“Don’t stop,” You urge him again, “please, just take me,”

He moans, his stomach tightening, and then he starts to move.

He’s pumping in and out of you now, pinning your back to his chest with his arms banded around you as he rolls his hips and you can feel the tether in him start to fray. He’s getting close, but even without the bond you’d know it. His breath is thready, a hot pant against your ear, and your bodies slide together with slick sweat.

He feels unreal, stretching you wide with every rhythmic stroke, but you feel his heart hammer when your legs start to fall closed, your walls tightening around him.

“You’re mine,” He breathes, “s-so beautiful for me,”

“All yours,” You sigh, and this time with intention you draw your thighs tight together.

The position is tangled, muscle straining and almost an accident, but suddenly his cock has never felt bigger or thicker or perfectly positioned to hit that spot again and again. He groans, and holds your hips firmly to bounce you back down into every thrust as he chases his release.

Your head falls back over his shoulder, and you reach up to brace yourself on the wall behind your heads, your other hand still cupping his cheek and holding his face to yours.

“Shit,” He curses, “so tight, fuck, babygirl,”

You moan, “Please, yes, yes,”

“So tight and,” he babbles against your cheek, “fuck, still taking every inch of me,”

“So deep,” You gasp as his pace increases, and your eyes slam shut, a bubbling snap of pleasure rolling up your spine.

”God, I’m,” He shudders, moaning in earnest now, “b-baby, I’m close,”

You feel his need, suddenly striking you through the unmasked connection of the bond, and though he doesn’t ask you for anything, beg you at all, you know exactly what to give him.

You moan, arching your back to take his cock inside just a little more with every stroke, “Yunho,” your fingers lace into his hair and you turn your head to find his ear, “come,”

He huffs, fingers pressing bruises into your hips.

”I’m all yours,” You tell him, voice husky, “this pussy is all yours, all yours,”

“Mine,” His hips snap harder, a punishing pace, and you feel the taut edge of his pleasure.

“Made for your cock, baby,”

“Fuck,”

“No one’s ever fucked me like this,” You pant, knowing exactly what your words will do to him.

He groans, burying his face in your shoulder.

”C-come inside me,” You beg, “make me yours,”

His teeth sink into your shoulder, his hips erratic, “Mine, mine,”

“Yes, baby, please,” You rock your hips, taking over the rolling motion where he’s started to falter.

“I’m,” His words are cut off with a groan, and his hips slam up twice more before he holds himself in deep and you feel the hot sensation of his cum pumping inside you.

His orgasm yanks you down into your own in an unexpected flash of sensation, your vision fuzzy, head dizzy, and your body jerks in ecstatic fits and starts as you moan, wanton and wordless in his ear.

“One more,” He murmurs, recovering from his own heady orgasm faster than you, his hand pushing between your locked thighs, middle finger circling on your pulsing clit, “just one more,”

Your hips jerk with overstimulation and you whine, “I can’t,”

”Yes,” He kisses your forehead, bracing your body with one and while his other blissfully tortures your aching cunt, “come on, sweetheart,”

“Yunho, oh, oh, God,” Your orgasm stretches, his fingers cresting you straight up into another shuddering peak.

His body curls around you, dipping to the side when you jerk, holding you into his chest as he works you through it. The sound of his tender voice carries you up, “There we go,” he croons, “oh, god I love you,”

“C-Coming,” Is all you can manage, and your body folds in on itself, your orgasm white hot and almost painful.

He shudders as he feels you finish, and slows his fingers, “Good girl, come. I love you so much, can you feel me inside you, baby?”

You manage a nod, moaning into the sheets, riding it out with rocks of your hips until it turns from pleasure to sharp overstimulation and you whine, pushing his hand away.

“I got you,” He wraps you up tight, spooning you from behind, “shh, you’re okay,”

Trembling, you pull his arms to your chest, using him as your anchor as he shifts his hips and finally uncouples your bodies.

“You’re okay,” He repeats, “just breathe,” He kisses your hair softly, soothing you with gentle touches as your breath returns.

“M-mhm,”

”You’re perfect,” His lips travel to your shoulder, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” You murmur, resting your lips on his knuckles.

“Love you, love you,” He mutters against your skin, and you sink into him, a contented smile on your lips.

You lay wrapped up together for what feels like hours, both of you coming back into your bodies slowly. His arms slacken, and you slowly roll onto your front, cheek against the cool sheets as you recover from the whirlwind of bonding.

He murmurs sweetness against your spine, massages circles into your hips, and little by little your mind reconnects too.

Yunho sidles down in the bed, cuddling you from behind, “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

You shake your head a little but you say, “Maybe a little,”

“Let’s go downstairs, I’ll fix you something,” He says, even though it’s your apartment.

You smile and shake your head again, “Five more minutes?”

He kisses your shoulder and you feel him nod, “Five more minutes,”

Cocooned in his warmth, and in the perfection of your bed, you let yourself relax.

More than five minutes have come and gone when he finally speaks again. Yunho’s fingers skate up and down your spine, slowly tracing each vertebrae like he’s making a mental map of you, “When did you get your first one?”

“Hmm?” You sigh, looking slightly over your shoulder at him.

“Tattoo,” He clarifies, now ghosting his touch over the large crane on your back, “you have so many, but when did you start?”

You stretch in the sheets, and roll towards him, shifting onto your back now and twisting your arm to show him the delicate lines of your first tattoo, English script in faded black. desire.

He passes the pad of his thumb over the lettering and the corner of his mouth quirks up.

“Not because of the song,” You laugh softly, “I was seventeen,”

“Hmm,” He lets his fingers travel up, studying more of your lines of ink, “young,”

He traces the lines of the flowers, the fan, the stippled black and gray twisting across your skin.

“I know,” You tug the sheet up a little higher, tucking it around your naked body to ward off some of the chill of your apartment, “I just wanted to do something reckless for once, but then once I started,”

He nods, listening, waiting for more.

“I think I wanted to get under my parent's skin,” You admit, “they were already so disappointed in me, so I thought why not give them something to be really disappointed in?”

He frowns a little, a crease between his brows, “I hate that you felt like that,”

“I’m okay now,” You promise him, “Hana and I rarely see them, just holidays and phone calls on birthdays, that kind of thing.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your hair, “Still,”

You give him a tiny shrug, and you find yourself reaching up to your soul mark and brushing it, “For a while I was just running, from them and then from this,”

“Your mark?” He asks softly.

You nod, “It was a reminder of that house, of how much they didn’t believe in it. They never even wanted Hana and I to daydream about it, to wonder what it would be like to find our soulmate. They were so set on us following the path they laid out, and for a long time the mark was a reminder of what I wasn’t supposed to want.”

He swallows tightly, and you feel his discomfort at your words, the flicker of anger in his gut.

“I’m alright,” You continue, “but the tattoos started like that. First something to provoke them, and then something to distract myself from seeing this. I thought about covering it, but,”

“You did?” His eyes widen.

“I considered it,” You tuck your hand in his and give him a squeeze, “but then I realized that the farther I got from believing this could happen for me, the closer I got to what they wanted all along,”

He studies your expression for a moment and then scoots closer, tucking your bodies together and cupping your cheek, “When did you start believing it could happen again?”

You remember it so clearly, the pact you made with Iseul, the lines you wrote in your journal that year. You smile and look up at him, “When I got the job at KQ, Iseul and I went out for celebratory drinks when I received the offer letter,”

His expression softens, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone.

”I decided it was time to grow up,” You explain, “so we agreed that we would date, have fun, and keep looking for the one, but we’d never settle down for less than our soulmate, no matter how long it took to find them.”

Yunho dips towards you, kissing you tenderly, “I love you,”

Tucking into his chest you nod, “I love you too,”

His arms loop around you, cuddling you so that you’re nestled into his warmth, “For what it’s worth,” he murmurs, his fingers carding through your hair, “however you came to them, they’re beautiful, you’re beautiful,”

A brief flicker of tears pricks the back of your eyes and you press a kiss to his sternum, “Thank you,” you kiss him again, “I love them now, and now I get them for myself,”

He hums, nodding with his lips on the crown of your head, nuzzling you gently.

For a moment it’s quiet, just your heart and his beating in time against each other, but then your stomach tightens as you realize something you’ve been neglecting.

You sigh heavily, “I need to call Hana,”

“You haven’t told her?” He asks, despite already knowing the answer.

“No, have you told your brother?”

His hand stills on your back, “I texted him,”

Your eyebrows raise, “You texted him?”

He nods, “Is that alright?”

“Of course,” You say in a rush, “I just, I don’t know, I’m surprised.”

“We don’t see each other often,” Yunho says, “but we’re close. It felt strange not telling him something this big in my life,”

You nod, “Exactly.”

He brushes a hand up and down the length of your back again and then starts to untangle his body from yours, “How about this, can I use your shower?”

“Sure,” You’re about to tell him where it is, all the little quirks, but he keeps going.

”After, I’ll run back to my place and pick up things for the next few days,” You strangely hate the idea of him leaving, but you know that was always part of the plan considering he didn’t bring anything with him, “while I’m busy give her a call,”

”It’s late,” You find yourself protesting.

He smiles, “It’s not, you’re nervous,”

You rub at your chest, feeling the curl of anxiety there, “Yeah,”

“She loves you,” Yunho reminds you as he pulls himself out of bed, “and she knows what having a soulmate feels like, she’s going to be so happy for you, for us.”

“You’re right,” You breathe.

“I know you miss her,” He adds softly, “and I know you want to tell her, let me give you the space to do that.”

Warmth expands in your chest and all you can do is nod.

He smiles wide, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then he stretches, “Alright, shower’s this way?” Yunho nods towards the obvious path towards the bathroom.

You nod again, and he sighs, “Perfect,”

He disappears down the hall and for a brief moment you’re alone with your thoughts. You let your gaze go unfocused towards the ceiling, and you just feel for a moment. You feel different, lighter and heavier at the same time, like all the cells in your body turned over at once, but the knotted rope between you and him feels thicker, corded, braided, unbreakably sure.

For the first time in weeks, all of a sudden, you feel like you can call her.

You rub your chest again, rolling out of bed and making your way across the lofted bedroom on slightly shaky legs before finding your robe on its familiar hook and wrapping it around yourself, a smooth silk in floral and dark red. With a deep breath, you pin up your hair and find your phone. The sound of running water comes through the bathroom door, so you make your way downstairs for a bit of privacy and to get a cool glass of water. Once you’re tucked into the familiar corner of your couch with a downy blanket over your lower half, you find Hana’s contact in your phone and you call.

She picks up after a few rings, “Hello?”

“Hey,”

“Was your flight delayed?” She asks, her bright voice soothing you instantly, “You always call me when you get in,”

“It wasn’t delayed,” You tell her honestly.

“Ah,” She says, “did you crash immediately? Take a crazy nap? You know that will fuck with adjusting back to the time zone,”

“Hana,” You sigh, and all at once you wish he was next to you.

“I know, I know,” She makes a sound, tongue against teeth, “I’m just saying,”

“I didn’t sleep, or I mean, I did on the plane,”

“That’s good,” You hear glasses clinking on her side of the line.

“What are you up to, am I interrupting?” You ask.

“Hmm?” She says as if she didn’t hear you, and then corrects, “No, sorry, nothing really just some chores,”

“Oh, good, I thought it might be too late to call,” You admit.

“It’s only nine,” Hana says and you can practically picture her eye roll.

Upstairs the sound of your shower taps turning off draws your attention and your eyes flick up to the landing.

“So, your flight was okay?” Your sister’s voice in your ear brings you back to the present and you nod.

“Yeah, listen,”

“Oh,” She cuts you off, “Em wants to know how you liked Paris, you didn’t post anything on Instagram she was devastated,”

Em, Emmanuelle, Hana’s wife and your sister-in-law, born in Korea but half French on her mother’s side, who spent every summer in Lyon. Of course she would want to know how your first trip to France was, and your head was so wrapped up in Yunho you didn’t even think to text her.

“I loved it,” You tell your sister honestly, “so much, I’ll send you both some pictures as soon as,”

“You better,” Hana interjects again, “Em’s right here she’s asking if you had time to see the city?”

“A little, but, Hana,”

The door upstairs opens, and Yunho quietly pads back to your lofted bedroom, one of your white towels slung low around his hips. His hair is wet, mussed from rubbing a towel through it, his chest pink from the hot water and steam. Just seeing him makes you feel at ease, and he meets your eyes, “You okay?” He whispers.

You nod, and he searches for his clothes strewn all over the floor of your bedroom.

“Hana, what?” Your sister prompts, and you realize it’s not the first time she’s said it, “y/n, are you okay? You sound weird,”

Suddenly, you’re deep in a memory. Hana’s tear streaked face in the hallway of your first apartment, a backpack on her shoulder and a defiant jut to her chin. Sixteen years old and standing her ground more firmly than you ever had in your life up to that point, the strength in her voice when she told you she found her soulmate and she wasn’t going to give her up.

“y/n?” Hana says again, concern laced through her voice.

You find Yunho on the landing, watching as he rubs a towel over his hair again, and the words finally tumble out, “I found him,”

“You, what?” She asks, confused.

“Hana,” His eyes flick to yours and you find yourself smiling, blush creeping back into your cheeks, “I found him,”

The penny drops, “Oh my god,”

”I know,” You reply, and Yunho grins, watching you from the landing.

“Oh my god?” Hana all but shrieks and you laugh as she reacts, calling to Emmanuelle, voice muffled briefly as she shifts the phone.

“I know,” You manage.

“Is he French?” Hana babbles, “That would be insane, that would be crazy if both of us,”

You duck your head in laughter, “What? No, no he’s not French,”

“What countries were you in? How the hell did you bump into him - abroad of all places, that’s why it took so long, that’s what I was always saying,” She rambles a mile a minute, and it’s always so hard to slow her down once she gets going, barely taking a breath between sentences.

“Hana,” You cover your mouth with your hand, “Hana, he’s not foreign, he’s Korean,”

Yunho’s still smiling as he comes down the stairs, but he’s not dressed to leave, he’s dressed comfortably in just his t-shirt and his boxer briefs. Relief fills you with the knowledge that he’s not about to leave, and he watches you quietly as you try to navigate your sister as she jumps from conclusion to conclusion.

“That’s even crazier,” She says, “how the hell did you bump into another Korean outside of Korea while you were working constantly?”

“Let her tell the story,” You hear Em’s voice in the background.

“Am I on speaker?” You laugh.

“You are now,” Em replies this time, “hi, y/n,”

“Hey Emmie,”

“I have your sister restrained,” She says, but you hear an irritated huff from Hana, “now, tell us what’s going on and this time Hana’s going to listen,”

“Shut up,” Hana gripes quietly, with no real malice.

“You love me,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hana says, “alright, I’m sorry, I’m listening,”

Yunho waits patiently, but the moment you reach for him, he crosses from the foot of your stairs to your place on the couch. He had felt it, how much you needed him here, that much you’re sure of when he twines your fingers together. With his touch as a tether, you finally tell them, “I didn’t bump into someone random, and you cannot say ‘I told you so’,” you start off, “but, it’s Yunho. My soulmate is Yunho,”

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the call. Hana is rarely stunned silent, but you wait. She knows the group well, from her teasing when you first started there all the way through listening to you tell her stories about work. There’s no doubt in your mind that she remembers your quietly guarded crush.

“Is he treating you well?” She finally asks, emotion thread in her voice.

“Yes,” You breathe.

“And you love him?”

“Yes,”

She pauses, “And he,”

“Yes, Hana,” You roll your eyes, but feel the rush of tears, “obviously,”

Yunho brushes his thumb over your knuckles and gives you a squeeze.

“God,” Hana says with a little gasp, “you’re bonded already, aren’t you?”

You slide a little to the right to get closer to him, “We are,” you confess.

For a moment you brace yourself, nervous at her reaction to not being told sooner, especially after everything you’ve been through together. At the anxious tumble of your stomach, Yunho separates your hands and reaches around to pull you into his chest and presses a kiss to your temple.

All your fears disappear in a matter of seconds. Hana laughs sharply and then she’s right back to herself, “Oh my god, I don’t care I have to say it, I told you so.”

You grin, a few tears spilling over, “Hey,”

“When have you ever had a crush that lasted longer than a day?” She exclaims, “I knew it,”

“Hana!” It’s Em who exclaims this time, taking the words right out of your mouth and you fall apart into laughter.

Yunho laughs too, softly against your hair and you blush and cover your cheek with your hand at the knowledge he can hear your sister’s teasing words.

“I’m just saying I knew,”

“God, stop,” You curl into yourself, your face in Yunho’s neck, “you’re embarrassing me,”

“Holy shit,” Hana exclaims, “is he there?”

Yunho slides his hand over your thigh and smoothly shifts you into his lap so he can wrap his arms around you, and you sigh, “Yeah, he’s here,”

“You sound so happy it’s freaking me out,”

“I am happy, Hana,” You confess, “I’m really, really happy.”

She takes a breath and you can hear the emotion caught in her voice too, “When can I come up to Seoul? We’re overdue for a visit,”

“Soon,” You promise her.

“The minute you’re free,” She says, “Em and I will make the time, you just say when,”

“I’ll look,” You nod, relaxing into Yunho’s hold, “but soon, I promise.”

“I want to meet him,” She insists.

“He wants to meet you both too,” You tell them, and Yunho nods against you.

“His schedule must be crazy, but,”

“Han,” Em interrupts, and you can practically see your sister in law calming her wife with gentle hand motions.

“I should go,” You finally say into the phone, “but I miss you,”

Yunho’s hand smooths up and down your back.

“I miss you too, Hani-ya,” You haven’t called her that in years, your beloved little sister who grew up too fast, but the familiar affection slips out of you with ease.

“I love you,” She says, “I’m so happy for you, I’m so,”

You swallow tightly and find Yunho’s hand again, “I know, it’s how I felt when you told me about Em,”

Hana laughs, the sound wet with tears, “Oh my god,” she sniffs and you hear her voice muffled as she scrubs the tears from her cheeks, “I knew we’d both find them, mom and dad were too shitty for us not to be happy now,”

You smile, nodding with your head on Yunho’s shoulder, “That I know for sure,”

There’s a brief moment of silence, both of you collecting your own emotions, and then Hana sighs, “I’m sorry, I’ll let you go, but let us know about coming up.”

”I will,”

“And, y/n,” Your sister says, a mischievous edge back in her voice, “tell him he better take care of you, okay? Tell him to pick you first, okay? Every time,”

Your throat constricts, and Yunho’s lips brush against your forehead. Before you can get your voice back in control to answer her, he does it for you, “Tell her I already have, I will,”

You clear the emotion from your throat, “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Hana manages.

“He’s got me,” You tell her honestly, “I promise,”

Hana takes a breath, “Good,” she sniffles, “now stop talking to me and go get laid or something, if we keep talking I’ll keep crying,”

You laugh a little at your sister’s attempt at deflection, “Yeah, or something,”

“I love you, I’ll see you so soon, okay?” Hana says.

“Soon,” You promise again.

“Bye, unnie,” Em cuts in, affection in her voice, “we are so, so happy for you.”

“Thank you,” You smile, “I’ll send you some pictures of France, I’m so sorry I forgot before,”

“Ah, that’s okay,” Em says warmly, “I think you had better things to focus on,”

Yunho squeezes your hand.

“Take care,” She says, “we’ll see you soon,”

“You too,”

Em ends the call, and you let your phone slip back into your lap, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion against him.

Yunho stays quiet for a moment, giving you a second of space, and then he kisses you and leans down to find your eyes, “Baby?”

“Yeah,”

“You okay?” He murmurs.

You nod, pressing your lips to his and sinking into him, “I am,” you reply softly when the kiss breaks, “thank you for staying,”

“I realized I couldn’t go tonight,” He says, “I need to be with you a while longer,”

You squeeze his hand still laced in yours.

Yunho’s eyes are glassy with his own unshed tears, and he swallows and blinks to get himself together before he brings your knuckles to his lips and gives you a tender kiss, “I will, by the way,” he says gently, “pick you first,”

You know what he’s talking about, his life in the public eye and his new life with you behind the scenes. You feel his honesty, his confidence, the truth in his words, and all you can do is shake your head. You never want him in that position, especially after everything he’s worked for, “You won’t have to.”

“But I will,” He promises it to you like a vow, sealing it with a kiss, “I always will.”

“I will too,” You whisper, “I’m not giving this up,”

“You won’t have to,” He echoes, a soft smile on his lips.

His kisses are soft, tender now, and he holds you close as he reminds you of all the ways he loves you. Your quiet apartment cocoons you together, a pause in time just for tonight. Night ticks by and Seoul moves outside, but in each other’s arms you stay still, a stone jetty holding steady in the push and pull of the tide.

#favorite fic right now #worth the wait #ateez yunho fanfic #yunho x reader #yunho smut

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