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why does bro look like that one dude

ah yes! like-

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ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ

ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ➠ ʏᴜɴɢɪ

pairing: bf! mingi x gf! reader x roommate! yunho

genre: smut

summary: there’s something irresistible about your boyfriend’s roommate.

w.c: 3k

warnings: established poly relationship, switch! mingi + reader, dom! yunho, lots of perverted activities going on (panty sniffing for one…), voyeurism/exhibitionism, mxm, mostly pet names + praise <33, glasses kink idk i really like glasses if you couldn’t tell,, a tiny amount of false praise/name calling, kissing (including a three way kiss 🫣), manhandling, instruction giving, masturbation, oral (receiving), cum eating/swapping, cockwarming, dp in one hole, brief tit play, bulge kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampies

a/n: DON’T YOU LOOK AT ME 🫵🏼 i had to write this okayyy it was the only way to quell the brainworms uwu esp after that dance challenge yuyu posted ohmygodohmfhwwh and migiii GRRRRRRRR BARK anyways, i’ll return to my enclosure now 😔 if you enjoyed plz lemme know~~

song rec: kiss & tell by ethan low + gen neo

ᴘʀᴇᴠ | ꜰꜰꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

It only took a week of dating your boyfriend to know that he had a special relationship with his roommate. The both of them could deny it all they wanted, but you weren’t blind. You didn’t even mind it, either — in fact, it intrigued you. The more the merrier, after all. Now that you had just moved in with them, you expected to see it first hand, but you would come to realize that there was a lot more to the story — and you were a major part of it. 

“All we did was jerk off together, Y/N, it was one time, maybe two…” Mingi explained to you over the sound of running water, as if that even helped his case, handing you the plastic plate he had just washed. 

“Riiight, and I only scissored my bestie once or twice, right after the group orgy,” you replied sarcastically, wiping the dish with a rag and putting it back into your shared cabinet. 

Mingi almost dropped your favorite cat mug into the sink. “Y-you didn’t tell me you were into group sex.” 

You quickly took the mug from his grasp, holding it to your chest. “I was just joking, Min, so that you could see how silly you sound.” You reached up to caress his cheek with your cold hand, making him shiver. “Who cares if you’re attracted to your roommate. You know I don’t mind.” 

Mingi’s eyebrows screwed upwards, looking down at you with wide eyes. “B-but, he’s a dude.” 

“And?” 

He bit into his plump lip. “He’s got a dick.” 

You nodded your head. “Even better.” 

Mingi turned off the sink. “He’s my best friend, Y/N…” 

“I don’t see why that’s a problem, Min. You can’t control who you like.” 

“I-i don’t like him!” your boyfriend protested weakly, his rosy cheeks betraying him. 

You sighed, accepting defeat for now. “Okay, baby, I hear you.” 

Mingi suddenly cornered you against the sink, his hands on each side of the counter. He towered over you. “Why are you so interested in Yunho, huh? Do you want him?”

Now that the tables had turned, it was your turn to blush. “Wh-what?” 

Mingi slowly pressed himself into you, his body warm against yours. He was hard. You could feel it. “You heard me.” He leaned down to whisper, “You want to fuck my roommate, don’t you, baby?” 

Just then, the front door opened, a set of heavy footsteps making their way through the corridor until the very roommate you were speaking of appeared in the kitchen. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there,” Yunho chuckled softly, pulling his heavy black coat off, along with his foggy glasses, before shaking his head like a dog, his dirty blond bangs sticking to his forehead. 

Mingi had positioned you in front of him to conceal his boner, trying his best to look casual with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I told you to bring an umbrella, dumbass.” 

Yunho dropped his stuff down onto the kitchen counter, tugging at the thin white turtleneck he was wearing, the soaked material rolling up his waist. It had been soaked through, leaving little to the imagination. The both of you gulped audibly from where you stood. “You’re right, like always, Min.” Humming, Yunho used the loose material of his sweatpants to wipe his glasses clean, putting them back on, his gaze softening at the sight of his two favorite people. “Silly me.” 

“You’re going to catch a cold like that,” you whined, trying not to focus on the way his top clung to the ridges of his abs, or how his heavy sweatpants began to fall slightly from his hips. “You should take a shower, Yunho.”  

You weren’t the only one sizing him up, though Mingi wasn’t quite as capable of being subtle, instead biting straight into his lip, his deep-set eyes scanning lower until he could see the prominent outline of the very cock he was just talking about a few minutes ago. “Yeah, Yun. You’re soaked…” 

Yunho’s eyes formed half moons. His roommate and girlfriend were just too cute. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of the both of you, preferably in front of the other. Yunho couldn’t even keep track of the amount of times he’s jerked off to the thought of what you’d both act like when he was turning one of you out. He wondered which one of you would cry from being fucked full of cum, who could throat his cock the best, whose hole was the tightest, the list went on. These days, he’s even gone as far as to steal your panties, or Mingi’s boxers out of the laundry basket, just to wrap them around his dick and jerk himself off inside your shared room when the both of you were at work. And, as soon as he brought the soiled undergarments to his nose and inhaled your pretty scent, he blew his load all over your bed, like clockwork. Then, he almost always slipped in the hallway on the way to throw your blankets into the wash. It was getting bad.

He observed the splotches of water that had soaked into your own top and Mingi’s shirt alike, his lips curling up into a small smirk. “Looks like the both of you are wet too. Maybe we could all use a shower.” 

“M-maybe,” you choked out, worried your cover was blown by how flustered you looked. 

“You can go first though, bro,” Mingi finished for you, just about finishing in his pants from the thought of showering alongside Yunho, with you in between them. 

Yunho simply ran his long fingers through his wet hair, letting out a small sigh. “Your loss.” And with that, he made his way down the dark hallway to the bathroom. 

You didn’t even have to say anything for Mingi to know where your head was at, not when his other one poked into your abdomen when you turned around to face him. “Min…” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Bed, yeah,” Mingi breathed out, lifting you up from the floor and carrying you down the same hallway to your bedroom, the one that just so happened to share a wall with the bathroom. 

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Beads of water slipped past the edge of Yunho’s tensing jaw, dripping past his contracting abdomen, and collecting inside the palm of his hand, aiding him in the pursuit of getting off, jerking himself off to the sound of Mingi piping you down. He could always tell when his best friend was about to cum; Mingi’s breath would get caught inside his dry throat and his words would start to come out jumbled. You were similar in that aspect, growing breathless, except you would always voice your desperation, that is, until all you could do was whine just before your insides were painted white. Knowing you were coming undone together in such proximity to Yunho made him so dizzy, he had to squeeze around the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming too soon. However, it was far too late, already letting out a sudden groan, leaving a few hefty splatters of cum on himself and the shower wall. Seeing white dots around his vision when he blinked, Yunho fought to catch his breath, pressing his cheek to the cool shower wall.

“Haven’t had enough, baby? Bet you need Yunho inside you next. Isn’t that right?” he heard Mingi ask you, finding it hard to swallow. Was he hearing right? 

“Yeah, I need him, Min, please–” you whined from underneath him, your thighs starting to tremble from being so close. 

“Ask him, princess,” Mingi cooed inside your ear, too drunk on lust to truly consider how his actions could backfire, bringing one sweat-covered arm to knock his fist into the wall, his hips smacking relentlessly into yours. “He’s right there.” 

Yunho jumped at the sensation of Mingi knocking through the wall, reaching over his body to turn the shower water off, his heart thumping loudly inside his chest. Finally, it was his time.

“Y-Yun, please, come here..!” Yunho heard your muffled plea, and that was all it took for him to burst through your door, a small, useless towel clinging desperately to his hips, gazing at the both of you with hunger in his hazy eyes.

“Y-you actually came.” Mingi swallowed hard, his thrusts growing sloppy, about to climb off of you, but staying while when Yunho slowly shook his head in disapproval. 

“I did. Now, you’re going to cum for me,” Yunho told him in a low voice, slowly climbing onto the bed, reaching down to run his fingers along his arm, leaving light, feathered touches over your collarbone next, sending a shiver through the both of you. He licked at his lips. “You’ll let me see, won’t you?” 

Neither you nor your boyfriend needed to have a discussion about the budding development of your relationship with Yunho. It just felt right. You immediately hooked your thighs around his waist, Mingi responding by pounding eagerly into your cunt until the both of you began to cry out. 

Yunho hovered behind Mingi, his wandering fingers closing around his friend’s waist, controlling the rate of Mingi’s strokes until he began to shudder, Yunho’s leaking cock rubbing along the other’s heated skin. He chuckled softly at the sound of Mingi’s whimpers, holding him still. “You’re cumming, aren’t you, Min? Inside your pretty girlfriend?” 

A bit of drool leaking from his lips, Mingi nodded weakly, as though his head was too heavy to lift, letting Yunho push his hips further and locking him in place, coating your pulsing walls with his seed. “F-fuck, I’m filling her up, Yun, it won’t stop…”

Humming in approval, Yunho gently coaxed Mingi to the side to access your body next, grabbing ahold of your nearest thigh and lifting it up and out of the way. “What do we have here? Mmm, no protection, huh?” He observed closely as his roommate’s load began to leak out past your fluttering hole. “I didn’t know your girlfriend liked it raw, Min.” He smiled perversely at Mingi, suddenly lifting your hips up in the air until you were folded in half like a paper doll, blowing a bit of air onto your cunt just to see you squirm. “Do you like having your little used pussy eaten too, baby?” 

“Y-yes, Yuyu,” you gasped, not used to having your ankles near your head like this, your filled hole on full display. It was so embarrassing, being looked at by your boyfriend and his roommate like they were going to eat you alive, but you couldn’t help but want more of their attention. You reached up, spreading yourself open, feeling Yunho’s heavy breaths against your skin. “Hurry, before it all spills out…” 

Groaning, Yunho dipped his tongue in between your slick lips, licking a long stripe up to your swollen clit with his tongue laid flat, languidly gathering up your combined arousal, repeating this action over and over, earning moan after wanton moan from you. Yunho opened his eyes to see how Mingi had positioned himself behind you, sitting on the opposite side of him, Mingi’s ringed fingers groping at your tits. They eventually shared heated eye contact, both growing harder at the mere sight of one another. 

“How does she taste?” Mingi’s voice is gravelly, low, and dripping with lust. “Tell me, Yun.” 

“Like heaven,” Yunho sighs out onto your hot skin, tonguing at your wet hole and pushing the tip inside. It slips out when you tighten up around it, but Yunho doesn’t give up, forcing it back in, much to your approval, flicking it in and out, in and out, until his chin is soaked with your arousal. He couldn’t help but chuckle with delight, licking his lips clean. “Your princess is making a mess.” 

Mingi couldn’t help but run the pad of his thumb over his twitching cock head, spreading the abundant pre-cum along the rest of his length. “Keep going, and she’ll make an even bigger one…”  

Taking that as a challenge, Yunho dove back in, with even more enthusiastic drags of his tongue this time around, aggressively guiding your hips to his favor. 

You tossed your head back, broken moans and expletives falling from your lips. You instinctively reached out, wanting to hold onto something: Yunho’s shaggy hair, your boyfriend, the warm sheets, or something, anything, when Mingi took hold of your wrists and held you still, his fingers slowly moving down to interlace with yours. “Oh my god–fuck, please…!” 

“Yes, that’s it, baby,” Mingi encouraged softly, giving your hands a gentle squeeze or two. “That’s my girl, being so good for us…”

Yunho’s hum vibrated through your lower half, his nose only bumping into your clit one more time, before a spray of arousal hit his moving tongue. It wasn’t until he could hear your juices splatter down onto his bare skin and the bed that his eyes rolled underneath his fluttering eyelids. “Oh my god…” He was so dizzy with lust, he was going to bust at any second, if he wasn’t careful. Just then, he noticed Mingi pulling you up into his arms, your back to his chest. He watched Mingi tilt your head until your lips met, throbbing at the sight of his tongue disappearing into your mouth. 

With Mingi’s arm snaking around your middle, his hand  cupping your sensitive cunt and his tongue down your throat, you opened your eyes to gaze at Yunho’s lips. Wanting to taste yourself, you lazily broke the kiss with Mingi, pulling Yunho closer to you, so close that you could still see drops of your arousal stuck to his glasses. “I taste like heaven, huh?” 

“Mm-hm…” Yunho pressed in closer, sandwiching you in between him and your boyfriend, his hands moving downwards to explore the closest expanse of skin, whether it was yours or Mingi’s. “I’ll show you.” 

Yunho’s tongue slid into your mouth before you had a chance to properly taste his lips, letting you taste your warm arousal instead. Just then, Mingi lifted your hips up and back down onto his stiff cock, not even moving, just wanting to feel the way you stretched open to accommodate him. It felt so good, he couldn’t help but throb, eyes shutting tight from the pleasure, immediately kissing back when your lips were back on his. You turned your head slightly to kiss each of them, your boyfriend and roommate taking turns swallowing each and every moan you let out, that is, until your lips and tongues met in the middle. 

Soon, you pulled away to take a much needed breath, unable to catch it, especially now that you realized the two men didn’t seem to stop like you did, instead tilting their heads in opposite directions to deepen the kiss, drool dripping along their chins. They both gripped your hips from either side, mutually guiding them up and down, just as Mingi began to thrust up into you, Yunho’s cock rubbing along your clit at the same time. Once your cunt squeezed around Mingi’s cock, he knocked his head back, forcing the string of saliva that connected their lips to break apart. “Fuck, baby– princess, you’re squeezing so tight…feels so good…” 

“Is she? I bet she’ll squeeze even harder with me inside,” Yunho panted near your ear, his head spinning, swearing all the blood in his body had traveled to his heavy cock. 

“What are you waiting for? Give it to me..!” you gasped out, unable to control the volume of your voice, not when Mingi was slamming into you like a short-circuiting sex machine.

“Give it to her, Yun,” Mingi encouraged raspily, lifting your body up and lowering you back down, feeling your cunt slowly stretch open to fit the both of them inside and swallow them up completely. Once Yunho bucked his hips up, Mingi joined suit, their slick cocks rubbing along one another so quick, they would occasionally slip out, though they simply pushed back in and fucked you harder than before. “Oh, that’s it…oh, god…”

“I’m gonna–nnnngh,” Yunho cut his announcement off with a moan, gritting his teeth tight, pumping what seemed to be an endless load into your already used pussy. “Fuck, it really won’t stop…I’m gonna knock up your girlfriend, Min…” 

Just when you thought you would pass out, Mingi wrapped his arms tight around your middle, his hands laid flat against your stomach, swearing he could feel his roommate’s cock underneath the pads of his fingers. “What’s mine is yours,” Mingi sighed out, pulling out for a moment, just to force himself back in, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into your womb. Panting heavily, your boyfriend’s hands slid down along your abdomen, only having to pinch and rub at your clit for a moment, before you completely unraveled in between their heaving bodies. 

Yunho pulled his glasses off, tossing them onto the bed. “You really mean that, Min?” he asked, leaning in closer. Not only did he have free rein with his roommate’s pretty little girlfriend, but Mingi seemed to be up for grabs as well. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up. “Does that include you?” 

Mingi scoffed, his cheeks hot to the touch, hoping Yunho couldn’t feel how hard he just got. “Now, let’s not get carried away.” 

© kitten4sannie, 2024.

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JU HAKNYEON WHAT THE HEEELLLLLLLL 😭

IM ACTUALLY IN SO MUCH SHOCK THIS IS WILD YALL

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Random thought:

Do you guys think Yunho is the type to get so pissed off at sasaengs that once he reaches his limit he’d answer them just to fuck with them? Like what Baekhyun did?

I know realistically he wouldnt as the man is very level headed (from what we’ve seen/what he’s shown us) and he’d just ignore them but also idk I see him doing something like that.

Also my smut brain then got to work and came up with a scenario like imagine Yunho is just STRESSED. That man needs a good fuck so he’s giving his girlfriend a good dicking then out of nowhere he sees his phone ringing and he just knows its a sasaeng. Then instead of just ignoring it he sees it as a final straw and decides to answer while continuing to fuck his girlfriend. Just as a fuck you.

Mkay thats all bye bye

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you’re not supposed to be here 

pairing : hunter! yunho x witch! fem! reader

synopsis : A solitary witch wants nothing to do with the world—until an unexpected visitor begins showing up at her doorstep. 

genre : fluff

warnings : none

author’s note : just a short fluffy one shot bc im bored 

word count : 1.7k

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A boy is lying in your yarrow patch.

You don’t see him at first. Your basket is slung over your elbow, half full of dewdrop petals, and you’re still bleary-eyed from sleep. The morning fog is thick. The forest hums quietly in its usual way. But then something shifts — a shape where no shape should be.

A body.

You blink. Stepped closer. His cloak is moss-green, soaked through with rain. There’s a long gash across his forearm, and one cheek is streaked with blood and dirt. But his chest rises and falls, just barely.

Alive.

You sigh. Loudly.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you mutter.

His eyes flutter open. Soft brown, a little dazed. And then, to your surprise — a faint, lopsided smile.

“Nice to meet you too,” he murmurs.

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You bring him inside.

Not out of kindness — of course not. You don’t do kindness. Not anymore.

But it would be bad manners to let someone bleed out next to your chamomile. The dryads would complain.

He doesn’t speak as you clean the wound, doesn’t even flinch when you dab it with sting root tincture. He just watches you with that same faint smile, like he’s not afraid of you at all.

“You’ve got a steady hand,” he says, voice hoarse but sincere.

You grunt.

“I’m Yunho, by the way.”

You don’t answer. You don’t ask his story. You don’t want to know.

When he finally leaves the next morning, you pretend not to watch him go.

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Three days later, he returns.

“I left my scarf,” he says, grinning sheepishly. “Might’ve blown off in the wind.”

The scarf in question is neatly folded on your garden bench. You hand it over with a frown.

“Strange place for the wind to put it.”

“Forest magic, maybe,” he says with a wink.

You cross your arms. “That pie in your bag isn’t enchanted too, is it?”

He holds it out like an offering. “It might be cursed.”

You roll your eyes.

But you let him inside anyway.

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He comes again. And again.

Never unannounced — he always knocks, polite as anything — but never truly invited either. He brings broken things to fix. Burnt bread to improve. Questions about your plants, your spells, the strange, shimmering boundary that separates your clearing from the rest of the world.

He smiles too easily. Laughs too loud. He’s the kind of person who hums when he works and names the crows in your trees.

You, on the other hand, prefer silence. Order. Predictability. It’s how you’ve kept yourself safe.

And yet—

You start making two cups of tea instead of one.

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“Why do you live all the way out here?” Yunho asks one afternoon. You’re both in the garden, your hands stained green with soil, a breeze fluttering through his curls.

You don’t look at him.

“It’s quiet.”

“But lonely.”

You pause.

“I chose lonely.”

He studies you for a moment. Then, quietly: “Was it because someone hurt you?”

Your hand stills over the pot.

You say nothing.

Yunho doesn’t push. He just reaches over, gently brushes a bit of leaf from your sleeve.

“Not everyone wants to hurt you,” he says.

You don’t answer. But you let his hand linger.

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The next morning, there’s a charm on your windowsill.

Lavender wrapped with silver thread. A sun-shaped pebble tied at the center.

You know the spell: warmth, comfort, safety. A soft kind of protection.

You hold it in your palm for a long time.

That night, you place it beneath your pillow.

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Then, suddenly—he stops coming.

No knock. No clumsy pie. No terrible questions about moon phases or nettle tea.

The first day, you don’t care.

The second, you brew two cups of tea out of habit.

By the fifth, you’re pacing near the garden gate. Muttering under your breath. Listening for footsteps that never come.

The charm under your pillow is silent now. Still warm, but distant. Like its maker is out of reach.

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He arrives on the seventh day, just as the storm breaks.

You hear the knock and throw the door open before he can knock again.

Yunho stands there, drenched, hair plastered to his face, holding a crushed bouquet of moonlilies in trembling hands.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “The storm came faster than I thought. The forest changed. I kept trying to find the path back—”

You step forward and pull him in.

No words. No scolding.

Just the heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart, and the ache in your chest finally softening.

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He’s curled up by the fire now, wrapped in your blanket, fingers around the chipped mug you gave him. His hair is still damp, cheeks pink from the cold. You sit across from him, your tea untouched.

The silence between you is soft but heavy. Like breath held just a second too long.

“I really thought I’d never find the path again,” he says, voice low.

“You did.”

“I kept thinking… if this was it — if I never saw you again — you’d never know.” He pauses. “That I missed you. That I liked… being near you.”

You stare at him, heart rattling in your chest.

“You talk too much,” you murmur, but it’s not harsh this time. It’s barely even a whisper.

Yunho smiles at you across the flickering firelight. “And you barely talk at all.”

Silence stretches again. He sets his mug down.

Then: “Do you want me to stay?”

The question hovers, trembles in the space between you. You swallow hard.

“I don’t know how to want things,” you say. “Not openly. Not out loud.”

“That’s okay,” Yunho replies gently. “You can show me slowly. I’ll wait.”

He rose, slowly, and walk toward you, like he knows not to move too quickly. Like he knows you’re afraid.

When he kneels beside you, he took your hand in his. His fingers are still cold. Yours are always warm.

“You’re the first person I’ve let in,” you whisper. “And I don’t want you to leave.”

You don’t say please. You don’t need to.

He leans forward until his forehead touches yours.

“I’m here,” he breathes. “You don’t have to ask.”

And you close your eyes, holding onto him like you’ve finally stopped resisting gravity — like you’ve come home to something you never thought you deserved.

There’s no grand magic in the room. No dramatic spark.

Just two people learning how to stay.

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© lcvejjoong, 2025

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❝JEONG YUNHO❞

➾In Which: All of my hard thoughts about Yunho.

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

➯a/n: written as fem reader but applies to gn reader as well !didn't put the taglist cause i didn't want to spam people (one post for each member coming in quick ish succession). JESUUUUS YUNHO BIAS WRECKING ME SO HARD THAT THIS IS LONGER THAN JOONGS 😭 he's just such a freak i couldn't stooop ➯other members here <3

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, headcanon / rant style

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not grammatically correct i'm just yappin, OMG STAR CALM DOWN WHAT THE F-, piss kink: drankin it - both ways. cnc: yunho likes when reader fights + begs / mocks her for cumming / use of the word rape (which IT IS NOT). ddlg: reader dressing in cute clothes / calling him daddy / being taken care of by him (want that need that real bad thx💞). cunnilingus, sweat, size difference, sex toys, cunnilingus, big dick yun, fingering + almost (?) fisting, spanking, praise and slight degradation, exhibitionism: semi public spaces + getting caught, sharing is caring featuring song mingi, deep throating + throat bulge + throat pie, hardcore overstimulation, hardcore dacryphilia, hardcore sex — he's a hardcore person what can i say

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

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➯ddlg / age play disclaimer: ddlg and age play is a popular kink and most people who are into it are NOT into it simply because it's acting cutesy or young. most people enjoy it because of the comfort of being taken care of / told what to do or the pride of taking care of someone else. it is DIFFERENT AND SEPARATE from age regression and ALWAYS should be, ALWAYS will be on my blog. ➯cnc disclaimer: CONSENT IS SEXY. all parties are and always will be consenting in my stories. cnc is a way to explore power dynamics and it's attractive to many people, it does not "promote s/a", the first c is CONSENSUAL. you should only ever do it with someone who you trust. be safe and stay freaky !!

❝JEONG YUNHO❞ is a rough teasing dom. like... rough, rough. not mean, but teasing. did ya read the warnings ? hope so —

➾pet names include: sweetie, doll, sweetheart, love, good girl, princess. the occasional 'slut'. he likes to be called daddy cause that's what he is !

➾yunho loves taking care of you, in and out of the bedroom. he takes pride in it and in you. he praises you, again — in and outside of sex, for every little thing you do right. we'll focus on the sex stuff kkkk he isn't satisfied unless he makes you beg to stop because you've had enough pleasure. calls you a good girl as you bite back your whines while he sinks his massive girth into you, lets you suck on his thumb to distract you from the stretch — even though he already made you cum over all four of his fingers while his thumb stroked your clit.

➾yunho doesn't do soft sex, so he treats you like a fragile doll before and after to show that he cares; even when he's about to (or just did) fuck you until you literally can't breathe through your tears. he'll only be soft with you when he's giving head — again, before or after; he doesn't mind eating some of his own cum if it means soothing your cunt with his soft, hot tongue. practically making out with your cunt and kissing all over it and sucking on your pussy lips gently while rubbing your shaky thighs.

➾he's especially rough when you're doing cnc. i wrote a whole fic about this, it's stress relief for him; giving him a sense of control as he overpowers you even when you try your hardest. he barely stretches you out, manhandles you like crazy, and fucks you until he says you're done. you can bite, kick, scratch, pull his hair — it makes him harder. it gives him a sick sense of accomplishment when he makes you cum while you're fighting against him (even though he knows you like it just as much as him). he likes mocking you, saying 'aww you like when daddy 'rapes' you' with the cockiest grin on his face.

➾yunho has a hardcore piss kink !! just like seonghwa, he likes when he fucks you so hard you lose control of your bladder but it's way more than that for yunho. he loves drinking your pee, and loves when you do the same for him. the taboo-ness of it makes his cock ache but also something about it being so undeniably personal — he gets to carry you in him and you get to carry him in you ♡

➾if he doesn't finish inside of your cunt, it's down your throat — like ... down, down. he pulls you so your head hangs off the edge of the bed and shoves his cock straight down your throat. it took a looooot of work to even be able to take him and he praises you for that while he chokes you on his dick. rubbing the bulge in your throat as he fucks it, feeling himself moving inside of you, he tells you how proud daddy is of his beautiful princess.

➾he will fuck you wherever and whenever as long as you don't say you're uncomfortable; which you rarely are so — anything is on the table. the bathroom at inkigayo needs to be saged after the things it's witnessed him do to you. the practice room, the recording booth, the fucking elevator even. the members have caught you more than a handful of times and:

➾yunho always makes sure he covers your entire body the second he hears someone approaching, but he never stops. he likes when people catch you. like — yuh-huh, that's right. i get to fuck this pretty girl whenever i please and she loves me enough to let me. talk about a fucking thrill. if any of the members don't turn away fast enough for his liking though; they get a death glare as he continues to pound into you and make you scream his name. well... everyone but his best friend.

➾song mingi is the only man yunho will ever trust enough to even fathom letting him touch you. and if you trust him just as much, your boyfriends best friend is always welcome to stay and join if he catches the both of you. you're starting to think that yunho texts him sometimes to get 'caught' because it's happened more times than you can count. he just loves showing off how good you are for him and how nice he treats you and how sweet you get when he's fucking you into a sobbing mess.

➾i mean it when i say yunho is nastyyy mother fucker (/affectionate, ofc). he licks up your sweat and tears as he fucks you into a blubbering wreck wearing nothing but an adorable little skirt or one of his giant shirts. fucks you on a mold of his cock until you beg for the real thing and then, when he gives it to you; almost makes you regret it as he fucks you to near unconsciousness. he overstimulates you with a vibrator until you piss yourself just so he can drink it. he calls you all kinds of sweet names and then lets 'my slut' slip when you least expect it just to see your eyes widen. he spanks your ass raw when you disobey; which could mean anything from you didn't ask permission before cumming or you didn't eat a full meal.

➾after care might as well be heaven !! all of the softest touches, his fingertips on your chin as he tilts your head back to help you drink, getting cleaned up so gentle it makes your stomach full of butterflies, drowning in your designated aftercare hoodie; one of his, spider-man themed <33

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the lack of yunho x chubby!reader is crazy i’ll have to take matters into my own hands

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Oh I love this!!! This was so cute Ash! Thank you for making this and tagging me! 🩷

I love the thought of me just spending my days foraging, mixing them up in a big witch pot to see what becomes of it, with a glass of tea right next to me!

So cute absolutely love it!

Tagging: @faeprincess777 @squoxle @jjcanwrite @woncon @koyagifs @kitten4sannie and anyone else that wants to join!

Okie I made a quiz! A very whimsical, fairytale-like one :)

Tagging: @ppulverse @samithedaydreamer @imcringebutimfree @i8uqyu @hanvrse @mimikittysblog

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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JAE LEAVE US ALLOOOOOONEEEEEE 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

In the Night || J.YH (2/3)

Synopsis:You were just trying to survive. Dance, collect money, pay off your debt. Repeat. What you were not trying to do is to fall in love with someone you can’t have—not when you are owned by someone dangerous.

Warnings: READ PART 1, SMUT

THEME: mafia!Yunho x Stripper!Reader

Blossom's Note: I just want to take this moment to thank all of you for showing love and taking time to read this story. It truly means a lot to me. Thank you to the new followers, for the sweet comments, and of course, the love. Sorry for uploading so late, had technical issues. Enjoy part two. Grab that drink and popcorn and lets get into it.

TAGSLIST: @ateezswonderland @sourpatchkiddo101-blog @heartsforyeoo

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You have done everything to avoid Yunho but the universe kept having different plans for you.

In every single corner, he was right there. 

It ached you so much when you two looked at each other—his words kept replaying in your head. 

Your words kept replying. 

You don’t deny it, you also said some shit you regret.

But it was the heat of the moment—but maybe this argument was for the best.

You can just go back to how things were.

Tonight was half empty in the club.

Just a handful of tipsy men by stage, watching some girls dance in exhaustion with the occasional shuffle of heels on the tile. The music was low—more for the ambiance. 

You were behind the bar, restocking bottles, wiping down the counters like your life depended on it. Trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

But it just felt so quiet around you. 

Until—

You felt it.

You turned your head—only slightly.

And there he was.

Yunho.

Seated in the corner booth of VIP. One arm draped over the back of the booth, legs spread as usual, but his face—Distant.

Unreadable. 

His eyes never once looked away. When your eyes locked on his, you stiffened for a second but quickly whipped your gaze down to the table, letting out a heavy sigh.

You just focused on lining up the shot glasses like as if your hands weren’t trembling. 

Don’t look. 

Don’t you dare break.

But you felt it.

That stare burning into your face. You couldn’t help it. You looked again—Fast. Just a glance. 

And he was still watching. There was no smirk, no nod—Just pain. 

One of the girls slid up beside you, getting in your view as she settled down her tray with a little huff. “You okay?” She asked, furrowing her brows at the sight of you looking a little stressed. 

You nodded too fast, clearing your throat. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just… tired.”

She followed your gaze before you could hide it. Her lips curled into something almost sympathetic then looked back at you, “You know, he hasn’t moved since he got here.” 

You said nothing.

You couldn’t. 

What could you even say?

She leaned over, “Hey.” She said softly to you, causing you to stop in your actions and look at her. “I don’t know what's going on nor do I want to know…” She paused. “But you two should talk things out, before things get worse.”

You flickered between her eyes before looking down at the counter. She gives you a warm smile and reaches over, caressing your arm before walking away. 

You watched her leave and sighed. 

She’s right. 

You two should talk but things are better like this. 

—

You two still remained unspoken to one another.

Like when you were behind the bar or just on the floor, you always looked at the VIP section—he was always there. Women would be there with him but he didn’t allow them to touch him nor would he engage with them.

And lately you've noticed—he didn’t look at you anymore. 

And it just killed you. Only amplified your mixed up emotions. 

Whatever. 

There is no point in harping on this. 

There was a time where you were walking to one of your tables that was filled with regulars, tray in your hand. You walked past him, your shoulder brushed him and you didn’t flinch.

But when you were out of his sight, he let out a breath he was holding since he saw you walking towards him. 

Or another time when he was outside of the club, lighting a cigarette. He didn’t smoke it, just held it, watching the smoke stream come from the end.

You were in your car, watching him from a distance. 

Thankfully, the parking lot was packed with cars, so he wouldn’t be able to see you. Your hands slide off the steering wheel as you lean your head back on the headrest. 

You watched as he dropped his hand and looked up to the sky. You let out a sigh, dropping your sight to the keys in your lap, “Let’s just go home.” You whisper to yourself, starting the car and driving off. 

You saw from your rearview mirror him turning his head to your car, dropping the cigarette on the floor as he stood up, watching you leave. 

He knew you were there.

You braked the car abruptly. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as your eyes stayed still on him. He tucks his hand into his pockets as he remains still.

Soon he takes a step forward.

Than another.

He kept thinking to himself, 'Is this it? Are you giving me a chance to talk to you? Can I just explain myself?'

But he stopped in his steps as you quickly turned your sight to the road and took a left.

You couldn't do it. You know you will break if you talk to him and you just can't have that happening.

You had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was perched at the edge of the window, wiping your fresh, fallen tears.

Or when you were in your dressing room, girls around you getting ready and you just sit on your chair, lights on the vanity on. Your hands on your thighs, holding his napkin on your lap. Rereading his note in his voice in your mind. 

You then fold it half. 

Then again. 

Then again.  

Maybe if it’s small enough, you won’t feel it anymore. 

Or the time you were laughing with your coworkers, louder than usual. A genuine laugh. He looked at you and watched the way your smile reached your eyes. 

He had that moment tattooed in his head. 

Or when you were on stage, music loud and lights down low. For a second you locked eyes with him, sliding down the pole and on to your knees.

Then you look away.

Like it never happened.

Like none of it ever happened.

—

Tonight felt too much. You needed some fresh air.

You head out into the night air. The heavy metal exit door closed behind you as you rubbed your hands together. You walked further behind the club, your ears ringing slightly from the change of sound. 

The bass faded into a muffled vibration the more you walked, looking down at the ground. You just wanted some fresh air, feeling like you were just suffocating in there. 

The wind blows through your hair, cold air hitting your skin—goosebumps rising as you hug yourself to give some warmth. The sound of your heels against the gravel, kicking a few small rocks until you decided to leaned on the wall, looking up into the night sky. 

You sighed and closed your eyes.

Just enjoying this peace.

“Y/N.”

Peace was over. 

You opened your eyes and froze. 

You then turned your head to the direction of his voice and then pushed yourself off the wall. 

No one spoke. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned right around, not wanting to see him or talk to him.

“Wait,” Yunho said as he rushed after you.

You picked up the pace when you heard his footsteps approaching you. “Wait—can you just stop for a second— Y/N, look at me.”

He gently grabs your arm and turns you to face him. “Don’t touch me.” You snapped at him as you removed his hands from you.

“I don’t want to talk. Just leave me alone, Yunho.”

You turned around and kept walking but he didn't stop, "Please," he said, softer this time. "Just listen to me."

You let out a humorless scoff, "Listen? I think I've heard enough."

"Just stop." He begged as he grabbed your arm once more and turning you to face him.

Your chest heaved as you stared into his eyes. “What do you want?” Your voice came out hoarse.

“To talk.”

You scoffed as you removed your arm from his grip. “Talk?” You said, “You want to talk to me? After everything you said to me—“

“I didn’t mean it.” he said immediately, cutting you off.

“Yeah, but you said it.” Your hands trembled at your sides. “You knew exactly where to hit. And you fucking did.”

He stepped closer. “I was angry. I felt like you hated me, Y/N—“

You stared at him like that was the dumbest thing he could say. “I didn’t hate you, Yunho,” you snapped. “I was just trying to protect myself.” 

He stepped closer, clenching his jaw a he tried to stay calm. “I know. I said things that I regret.” He admitted.

You shook your head like you can't believe this is happening, feeling the tears dwelling in. 

His voice dropped low. “But you did too.”

Your eyes flicked up.

You saw the hurt in his face, “You compared me to him, Y/N.” His voice broke as he spoke to you. 

You looked down in guilt. You felt remorse as tears streamed down you face, sniffing.

“You hurt me too.” He looked down to the ground, tears forming in his eyes. “When you looked at me like I was him—” He cut himself with a sigh, your throat tightening, “You don’t know what it did to me to hear you say that.”

You remained looking down, not being able to face him.

He was right. He is nothing like Jae.

“I know.” You said broken, whispering. "I shouldn't have said it."

“A-And maybe I deserved it,” He sniffed as he cupped your face, “But it still fucking hurt.”

Your voice broke after a small pause. "You didn't deserve it." You paused as your teary eyes flicked between his.

"It wasn't fair of me to say such things. I just—" You let out a sob. "I just thought that if I painted you as Jae—convinced myself you were like him... then it would be easier to hate you than to admit I want something that I can't have."

He sniffed as he shook his head, "You have me." His voice was small as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. "You have me, Y/N." He repeated himself.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I was angry and it wrong of me throw something so vile in your face like that." He choke out a sob, hating himself for speaking so harshly at you.

"But it's the truth. It's my fault I'm in this situation." You said as you reached out to hold on his wrists.

You sniffed as you closed your eyes, sighing. "We both said things we regret. Maybe it's best if we just stop—"

"No"

"—this."

"Don't" He said whispering gently, "I can't stop this. I can't stop wanting you. I can't stop thinking about you—"

“Don’t do this.” You cut him off softly, feeling your chest cave in. 

“Even when you said those things to me,” He kept going, “My heart still yearned for you.”

“Don’t make this harder, Yunho.” You take a step back as you look at him with pleading eyes.

You walk around him in a rush as he runs a hand through his hair turning around to look at you—

“Let me ask you something.” He says making you stop in your steps. You turned around and looks at him, standing in torment. "Was any of it real?"

There was a pause between you two.

You gulped then parted your lips—like you wanted to say something but you had swallowed your words. You didn't want to admit it. Because if you did, it would ache even more.

You stayed frozen in your steps as he stepped forward.

Closer and closer until his hands rose gently and cupped your face.

You sighed in comfort from his soft touch, closing your eyes, feeling a tear stream down. 

His thumb brushed the curve of your cheek, “Tell me, Y/N,” His voice was laced in desperation.

He leaned in—

Forehead pressing lightly against yours. You opened your eyes, feeling your heart race. “When I touch you like this…” His fingers curved slightly, brushing your jaw, “does it feel like a lie?”

You closed your eyes, the pain hitting full force.

You shook your head, “No.”

He stayed silent. 

And then—

His lips kissed the corner of your mouth. Lingering just for a moment as you let out a small shaky breath.

Your hands reached to his wrists, taking hold as you leaned into his hands. “Please, tell me what we have is real.” He whispered. 

He slowly pulled back, looking into your eyes.

“What we had was real, Yunho.” Your throat clenched as you removed his hands—gently and slowly. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.”

You took a step back and turned around as you quickly pulled the heavy door and ran inside.

You left him there.

His hands slowly dropped and swinged on his sides slightly as he threw his head back in frustration and anger.

-

The club had emptied.

Your shift was finally over. 

You couldn’t wait to go home as you slipped on your jacket, fixing your sweatpants on the waist, and sliding in your purse, adjusting the straps. You closed your locker and locked the lock, letting your hands slowly slip from it.

You should’ve been home already. 

But you couldn’t stop thinking.

About Yunho.

About the conversation.

About the way he kissed the corner of your mouth.

And then having to pretend it never happened.

Your hands went up to your head as you shook your head, letting out a frustrated groan. 

No more. 

No more crying—

Until you got home. Then we can cry all we want.

You walked through the dimly lit club and waved bye to security who was finishing up some last minute closing details. Your eyes scanned the area and didn’t see Yunho, making you let out a shaky breath.

You stepped outside, automatically zipping up your jacket as the cool night air hit you. You reached into your purse and quickly unlocked it, scrolling to find your ride app. 

Your car was making a weird noise and you didn’t want to risk it and seeing as it is your day off tomorrow, you'll just get it checked out then.

You winced at the bright screen, turning it down the brightness to low, and that’s when you heard it—

“Hey.”

You looked up and saw a man—drunkenly swaying with glassy eyes. “I know you,” he points at you as he stumbles to the side, “You’re one of the girls from the c-club.”

Oh no.

You offered a quick, polite smile. “Club’s closed.” You tell him as you take a few steps to the side. 

He stepped forward.

“You looked so good up there, baby.” He slurred, eyes dragging over you. “Real fuckin’ good.” He licked his lips and smirked. 

Your stomach turned.

But you maintain your composure, “Sir, you’re drunk. Get home safe. Have a good night.”

You couldn’t have picked a perfect night to leave your car at home. 

Your car, Yunho, and now this. 

Could things get any worse?

You turned back to your phone and just when you were about to order the ride—his hand touched your arm, a little aggressively.

You stiffened. “Hey—don’t.”

“Don’t be like that.” He grinned at you. “I’m just tryna talk to you, baby.”

He stepped a little too close. “Come home with me.”

His breath reeked of liquor and he smelled like sweat. You shove his hand off, “I said no. Back up.” Your voice was stern. 

He grabbed your wrist harder this time. “Bitch—stop being so fucking difficult.” He gritted through his teeth.

Pain surged in your body. 

You shoved him once more— but it only made him angier as he shoved you forcefully against the wall. “No!” You yelped out in shock and pain, arms still fighting him off.

“This could’ve been easy but you want to fucking fight me. I thought sluts enjoyed shit like this.” He said as he shoved his face up to your cheek and you turned to the slide, shoving his face off you.

“Get the fuck off me!” You screamed out loud.

And then—

“HEY!”

You didn't have time to turn.

The man was ripped off of you so fast, you stumbled forward to the ground, dropping your things. 

And then—

CRACK.

Yunho’s fist collided with his face, making the man drop to the floor instantly, groaning in pain. 

You gasped, turning your sight to the fight as you stood up, “Yunho—”

But he couldn’t hear you right now. 

He just sees red. 

The man held his hand up to his nose, trying to ease the pain but Yunho hovered over him and grabbed him by the shirt and lifted his back off the ground, punching him once more—harder.

The man crumpled but that didn’t stop him from giving him one more punch. 

“Please, Yunho!” 

Yunho’s eyes held nothing but rage. He raised his fist one more and gave him the final punch causing him to lose consciousness.

“Yunho, stop—!” You reached for him. 

But suddenly—

Footsteps.

As if from the shadows, his men appeared—surrounding you. You gasped as you looked around, your heart still racing at the speed of light.

“Grab him.” Yunho snapped. Two of his men quickly stepped in and hauled the man by the arms like he was nothing but dead weight. “Call the police. I want every single inch of his face on record.”

His voice was cold.

Commanding.

Deadly.

He reaches into his suit and grabs a handkerchief, wiping off the man’s blood off his hands then dropping it on the ground.

Then—finally—he turned to you. 

Instantly, his expression softened slightly.

Your eyes were widened as you were breathing heavily, looking frantically at the body being dragged, trying to process what just happened. 

“Y/N,” His voice was soft, “Look at me. Are you okay?”

Gently, his hands touched your arms. “Are you hurt?” He asked you as he examined your neck and face. 

You shook your head—

Then nodded—

Then—

“I—I don’t know.” You blinked, finally meeting his eyes. You were trying to process, trying to calm yourself down. 

“It’s okay,” He said in a lower voice, bringing you close to his chest. “You’re safe now. He won’t ever touch you again.”

You close your eyes, feeling safe in his embrace as your hands gripped his shirt. You let out a shaken breath as you open your eyes once more, looking to the ground as you hear his heartbeat. 

“I’m taking you home.” Yunho said, commanding firmly.

You then pulled yourself back from his embrace, slowly, looking at him. 

You shook your head quickly, even though your body still felt like jelly. “No—no, it’s fine. I’ll order a ride. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

You weren’t and he knew it. 

He tilted his head, eyes scanning your face and your trembling body. “Absolutely not. I’m not going to leave you alone. Much less going to let a stranger take you home.”

You swallowed hard, guilt blooming in your chest. “I just… I need a second, that’s all.”

His jaw flexed. “Y/N,” he said, gently this time. “Don’t pretend for me.”

You blinked. ”I’m not.”

He saw right through your lies.

He stepped aside slightly and motioned toward the black car waiting by the curb—engine already running with the passenger door open. “Let me take you home,” he said. “Just tonight.”

And for once, you didn’t argue back.

You just nodded.

You felt his hand behind your back as he guided you to the car. You let yourself sink into the seat of the car, trying not to flinch when he closed the door. You gripped onto your purse and let out a breath. 

Everything is okay.

-

The car ride was silent. 

Streetlights streaked across the windshield as he drove through the lanes. The hum of the engine and the faint clicks of the turning signals was the only noise that was being made. 

Yunho gripped the steering wheel to the point his hand turned white, with the red irritation and mini cuts grazing his skin. 

He was holding something back. 

He hadn’t looked at you once since he got in the car. When you would peak and look at his face, it still carried anger—like he still wanted to fight.

You sat still in your seat—fumbling with the strap of your purse as you gnawed on your lower lip. 

Your voice came out softer than you meant.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t speak. 

Just gave the slightest nod, eyes still on the road. 

But his grip on the wheel loosened, just a bit. You exhaled at the sight of him easing up slightly. 

You stared out the window, watching the blur of passing lights and let the silence take over again. 

But eventually, you broke it. 

You needed to know. “How did you know I was outside?” You asked, turning your face to him.

He didn’t answer at first.

Then—

“I didn’t.”

His jaw twitched once.

Like he was debating whether to say more or not. “I waited out back.” His voice was quiet, “After the club closed, I didn’t see you leave through the front.”

He paused. 

Eyes still locked on the road. 

“I told myself I’d just wait a minute—make sure you got out safe.”

His fingers flexed slightly on the wheel.

“Then I heard you scream.” He shifted in his seat, remembering your heart wrenching scream.

Silence.

Your breath hitched.

And suddenly it all made sense.

He was watching—waiting.

Because even after everything—you were still his priority.

“Thank you, Yunho.” you said again, gently. 

He glanced at you, making your heart leap.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly then turning to face the road. “The thought of something happening to you—”

He stops himself, wanting to stop those thoughts from coming in.

He clears his throat, swallowing the lump as he tightens his jaw, ‘I’d burn the world for you if it meant to keep you safe.” 

You didn’t respond. Your throat tightened.

The ache in your chest grew louder than the words you couldn’t find.

So you looked out the window, blinking away the tears that were forming. 

-

The car slowed to a stop in front of your apartment complex. You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he was already out of the car. Opening the door before you could touch the handle. 

Of course.

You stepped out, legs still a little wobbly. He then extends his hand out to help you out the car and you gratefully take it. 

You two didn’t say anything as you walked to your building's door. He stayed walking behind you—some distance to respect your space. 

You then turned around and looked at him. “Thank you, again. For tonight.”

He gave the faintest nod. 

But his eyes… they said more. He takes a step back, “Get some sleep.” His voice was low.

You nodded. Your eyes catch a glimpse of his hands as he turns and—

“Y-Yunho,” You take a small step forward, hand reaching out to him. 

He turns around and nods, “Um,” your words are gone as you pull your hand back. “Take care of yourself.” You said as you pointed to his hands.

He gives a small nod and a small smile before turning to walk away. You let out a sigh as you turned around, pressing your code into the keypad and hearing the buzz to let you into the building.

As you heard the click shut, you glanced back and found him looking at you from his car—where he was leaning his back against, arms crossed. 

You gave a small wave and turned, heading to the elevator. 

Tonight was eventful to say the least. 

-

Time moved strangely after that night. 

Fast—so fast that it was hard to believe two weeks had already passed by since Yunho almost killed that drunk guy and saved you.

Yes, you two kept your distance. Like as if you two would shatter if either one of you got too close again.

But on the bright side, your car is working again. Hundreds and hundreds of dollars later—and a chunk of your soul—they were able to fix the issue. 

No more stalling at red lights or praying the engine didn’t wheeze on startup 

Still, with the kind of damage to your bank account, and with Jae expecting his money for whenever he comes back, there wasn’t much of a choice but to pick up extra shifts.

Morning and night—anything to soften the blow. 

Anything to keep you busy and distracted. 

Because if you had a moment to stop, you will start to drown in the thoughts and memories of Yunho. From the way he would touch you so gently, to the way his voice broke when he confessed to you, to when—

No. 

Stop.

Tonight was busy, which is perfect. 

There was a football game going on tonight so it was a perfect way to keep your mind occupied. As you were handling drinks and food to your regulars—the bartender called you over, seeing that she was too swapped to leave the counter.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell your regular as you walk up to the bar, watching her run around making drinks as tickets keep coming out one after another. “What’s up?” You ask her.

“Please do me a huge favor,” she says dramatically as she frantically throws ice into a cup.

You smile at her, laughing, “Anything. What do you need?” You asked.

“Can you take this to Mr. Jeong?” She held up a dark glass. “It’s his usual. He’s in the VIP section.” 

Anything but that.

You felt the nerves crawling in as you stared at it. “Can’t you take it?” You sighed as you crossed your arms.

“Bitch,” She gave you a deadpan look. “Don’t you think I would if I could?”

“Bitch,” you mocked her tone, “I can run the bar as you go do it.”

She stopped what she was doing and sighed as she leaned on her hands the counter top, “Y/N, I’m drowning in tickets. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate.” She said as her voice softened. 

“Please, please, please..” She clasped her hands to get in a prayer form and she repeated the word.

You stared at the drink as if you could magically teleport it to him and not have to deal with it. You then let out a sigh and nodded.

Fine.

Just a drink.

Just a delivery. 

“You’re fucking lucky I love you.” You tell her as you grab the cup and tray with attitude, walking away.

She lets out a squeal of happiness and smirks, “Damn right I am.”

You shook your head as your heels clicked softly against the floor. You raised the tray with the drink in hand, showing Yunho’s security guard who nodded and lifted the velvet rope, letting you pass.

You heard the soft clink of the rope being placed back as you headed up the steps, steadily. 

You reached the last step and finally saw him.

There he was, laid back in the plushed corner with one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other was low on the back of a girl.

Sitting on his lap.

Her arms were draped around his shoulders, giggling softly against his ear. 

Your jaw locked.

Well—

You weren’t expecting this.

At all. 

You felt every emotion all in one go. 

His voice in your head asking if everything was real, him kissing the corner of your mouth, the tears you two shared, him saying he would burn the world for you—

Was that real to you, Yunho?

But who are you to be angry? You were the one who kept pushing him away every chance you got. 

But—

That’s because you were scared. You were just trying to protect yourself. 

Ugh, this is what happens when you let someone control your heart.

The girl— her beautiful long legs, glittered skin—leaned into him like she belonged there. You watched as they shared a smile as her finger played with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the fabric like it was hers to ruin. 

Her mouth was too close to his ear, whispering things to him. Her nails were tracing light patterns on his chest—like she knew exactly what he liked.

He was letting her. 

But then—

He saw you.

Your presence slammed into the room. His gaze flicked to you instantly and everything just shifted for him. 

His jaw tightened. His arm stilled. His relaxed posture? Gone. 

Oh, my bad, did I interrupt something? 

“What?” She asked sweetly, turning to follow his gaze. Her eyes landed on you, still walking towards them with the drink on the tray. “Ooh. Delivery service.” She smirked, motioning towards the drink. “Right on time.”

Girl, read the room.

You walked forward, careful to keep your expression blank. You remained quiet as you approached the table and placed the drink on the table.

Then—

“Your usual, Mr. Jeong.” You said neutrally. 

“Hey,” The girl called for your attention as you stood up straight. “What do you think?” She gestured between herself and Yunho, giggling as she settled more into his lap. “Do we look good together?”

You turned slightly—eyes never leaving his—and smiled. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said softly, tilting your head just enough to make it look harmless. “He gets bored so easily—must be why there is always a new girl in his lap.”

The girl blinked, mouth parting but nothing came out as she felt dumbfounded. 

“But I am sure you will keep him entertained.” You leaned forward slightly, voice dropped into something intimate but cold. “... for now.”

You stepped back before either of them could respond and headed down the steps but not before turning around and waving, “Enjoy your drink, Mr. Jeong!” 

Flashing a bright smile at him.

Yunho’s expression didn’t move. 

But his eyes? Burning. 

As you turned around and headed down the steps, your smile instantly dropped into a scowl.

You walked past the bar and dropped the tray, “I hate you.” You tell the bartender as you went to attend your regulars. 

“What happened?” She asked as she looked up from pouring the drinks, staring at your walking figure. She then shrugs it off and goes back to work.

Back in the booth, Yunho just sat there—glass untouched and girl forgotten. 

—

You were heading down the hall, pulling your robe tight as you dangled your heels in your hand, feeling comfortable in your slippers when soon you felt a presence behind you.

You didn’t even a chance to turn.

Fingers quickly wrapped around your wrist, just enough to make your breath catch as your heels drop to the floor.

“Yunho—!”

You barely said his name before he took you into an empty, private room. He slams the door and back you up against the door—firm but gentle.

Your heart was racing as you pant loudly. 

The music was muffled now. 

It was just you and him. 

You shoved him as you yelled, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Yunho stepped forward, closing the space in a heartbeat. “You.” He said as he flickered between your eyes. “You’re my fucking problem.”

He wasn’t yelling at you. “You had no right to say that shit.”

But he was seething.

His eyes burning into yours like they were trying to pull the truth. “You knew exactly what that would do to me.”

You scoffed at him. “It didn’t mean anything, Yunho. It was nothing. Like you.”

You tried turning around but he trapped you with his arms on either side of you, “Bullshit.” He scoffed at you with a bitter smirk. “You said it because you wanted to hurt me.”

He leaned closer, “And you did.” He said low and dangerous—in pain.

You stayed silent as you glared at him.

“I have to go.” You said barely above a whisper as you removed his hand from the door and turned the knob, twisting it as the sound of the club poured in—

But he was faster.

His hands slammed it once more, keeping you trapped as he got closer to you. His chest touching your back as he leaned into your ear, “Say it didn’t mean anything to you.”

His voice sounded defeated.

You felt your heart pounding in your ears. 

You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slide across your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Say I was just another body in a chair.”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Say you don’t think about me.” You felt his breath on your neck, making the hairs stand at the back of your neck as goosebumps formed on your skin.

“That I don’t keep you up at night.” He kept on. You exhale as you bit down on your tongue, sighing slightly from his gentle touch. “That I don’t make you feel anything.”

You didn’t answer because your silence said everything. 

But then— you did answer.

With poison.

“Why does it matter?” Your voice was sharp, opening your eyes as you stared at his arm around you. “It didn’t take you long to find a replacement.”

His jaw clenched. 

You removed your self from his grasp and walked around him. You turned to face him and crossed your arms, “Or… is that your way of reminded me I was just a game to you?”

He lets out a disbelief scoff. “Are you serious—?”

“Am I just another girl on your list—?”

“Don’t say that—“

“That I was never the one—?”

“Stop saying that—“

“Why? You made it very clear that you—“

“Don’t you fucking say that to me.” He cuts you off with a raised voice. A voice that is just so exhausted of this back and forth with you.

You froze at his words, feeling yourself shrink as walked towards you. “You drive me insane, Y/N.” He lets out a defeated sigh.

“I just—I don’t know what to do anymore.” His eyes flickered between yours as you swallow the lump in your throat. “I want you—No—I need you. But you just keep pushing me away.” 

You looked away but he quicker cups your face, “Look at me and tell me what I have to do.” He begs you, desperate. “Please, just tell me what it is I have to prove to you that you’re the one I want.”

“Yunho—“

He presses his forehead onto yours as he closes his eyes, sniffing deeply as he felt tears forming. “I can’t keep doing this.” He cuts you off.

You felt your heart drop.

Your hands were sweaty.

Body was shaking with nerves.

“I’m suffering every fucking day, wondering if you will ever come back to me. Tell me right now, right here, and I will do whatever is it you want me to do.” He said as a tear streams down his cheek, “Because when I walk out that door, I promise I’ll leave you alone. I won’t bother you anymore.”

This is what you wanted, no?

This is what you have been asking for.

Everything inside you was buzzing, threatening to just break as he spoke to you.

But you just stayed silent and his heart ached. This was really it. This is for your own good—for his own good. You two are simply not meant to be in this time.

His eyes were asking you, ‘Are you really not going to say anything? Is this what you really want?’

Your chest rose and fell too fast as you looked into his eyes, his hands slowly removing from your face as he backs up slowly.

He just keeps walking back until he turns around and heads to the door.

You’re really going to lose him.

This is the end for you two.

His hand reaches for the door knob, slowly turning it as if he’s waiting for you to say something but nothing is coming out as you just stand there, overwhelmed with emotions as tears stream down your face.

Just as he was about to open it—

“Don’t leave me.”

Your voice broke into a whisper as you hiccuped, your breath cutting off as you sobbed. He turns to you with widened, teary eyes. Did he hear you correctly?

You took a step forward but froze in your steps, feeling like you lost control of your body, your hand reaching out for him.

You shake your head as you choke out a sob, “Please,” you said softly, “don’t leave me.”

He lets out a sigh of relief as he rushes to you and engulfs you in a tightly embrace. “I won’t, baby, I won’t.” You let out heart crushing wail as your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt like as if you trying to hold on.

He caresses your hair as he planted soft kisses at your temple. “I’m right here. It’s okay.” He reassured you as he closes his eyes tightly m, tears falling down.

Your hands remain clutching as you let out a cry. “I’m—“ you paused, trying to gather yourself. “I’m so scared.” Your voice came out shaken.

He stays silent as he caresses your body in a calming manner, trying to ease you down. “I’m so scared and I fucking hate it.” You let out in between cries. “I’m scared of what this is and what it entails for us.”

“I’m scared of how when you look at me, I forget everything around me and just see you. I’m scared of how easy it is to be safe with you. I’m scared of how you put me at ease, instantly. I’m so scared of what you make me feel.” You cried out to him as your voice trembled.

You sigh as you closed your eyes tightly. “No matter what I fucking do, I can’t get you out of my mind.” You said, sniffing. “I told myself that. I wasn’t going to fall for you—that I don’t care for you, but I do.”

“I’m so fucking scared that I want you.” You pulled back a little and looked at him into his eyes, “Even when I know I shouldn’t.” Your voice cracked at the end into a whisper.

His hands cup your faces and wipes your tears away. “Let me in, Y/N.” His voice dropped. “You have me. Let me show and prove to you what I feel for you.”

“What I said, it was wrong of me.” He grabs your hands and raises them to his lips, planting kisses on them. “I hate myself for hurting you. It’s something I never wanted to do. I never want you to think otherwise of my feelings for you. Just let me try again…” his voice broke off into a whisper as he closed his hands, your hands against his lips.

There was a pause between the two of you.

Your hands slowly dropped from his grasp, watching the way he opened his eyes and looked into you.

Your eyes flickered between his.

Then to his lips.

Then back to his eyes.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You fucking needed him.

You kissed him. 

No hesitation. 

Just all of it—raw and reckless, trembling and real as you wrapped your arms around him.

Yunho wasted no time. 

The way he kissed you back like he was starving. His arms wrapped around you—tight and desperate, scared that you were going to leave again. 

Scared that you would disappear if he let go.

You didn’t stop. And you didn’t even want to. 

This kiss was messy. Hot. Desperate. 

Your fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer—closer than close. You whimpered into his mouth as he groaned—deep and broken.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough and trembling between each kiss. “You don’t fucking know.”

You gasped softly, and he swallowed it. Like your breath belonged to him now.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you, as he walked you two backwards to a wall, pressing you against it as he groaned when he felt the arch of your body against his.

Your fingers dug into his back as his lips dragged across your jaw, breath hot and desperate. You whimpered as you bit your lower lip in delight, throwing your head back.

He groaned like he was about to lose it.

And then, he stopped.

Pulling back as his forehead rested against yours. Your lips parted as your breaths tangled between you two. 

Neither of you spoke.

Until you broke the silence.

You pressed your hands to his chest—barely—just enough to make space between you. “Yunho,” you said with glassy eyes, lips swollen. “You know we can’t do this.” 

He just looked at you like he already knew it wasn’t true. Like he was begging you not to lie to yourself. “We can’t.” You said again, quiet.

And that’s when he leaned in, voice brushing against your lips, “Yes, we can.” His eyes dropped to your mouth, his voice barely more than a breath, “Don’t be scared anymore. Trust me.”

Your lips barely touched—still trembling. “But I am scared, Yunho.” You tell him. “I’m scared to lose this.” You swallowed hard.

“I don’t know what it’ll do to me.” You shake your head, closing your eyes as a million of negative thoughts roam in your mind.

“Hey,” he said gently as he places his finger under your chin, “I’m not going anywhere. You won’t lose me.” His hand soothes down your back. “I mean it.”

He leaned back just enough to look at you—eyes steady, soft. “We can take it slow.” He smiles gently at you, “As slow as we need. There is no rush.” He lifts your hands to his lips and places small kisses on the knuckles.

Your throat tightened—tears burning but not from fear this time. From the weight of someone meaning every word they said. 

Slowly, you dropped your hands and rested your head against his chest. His arms tightened around you and closed your eyes in his warmth.

You let yourself breathe for the first time in forever.

You two stayed in silence for a moment.

Until your voice broke it—soft. 

“What about Jae?” His chest stilled under you. His jaw clenched slightly.

He didn’t answer. Not right away.

Because this really wasn’t just about Jae. It was everything that entails that scares you. 

It was about the what ifs. The fear of letting someone in. The fear of hope. What if the things Yunho says aren’t real? What if he will let you down? What if he’s like the rest—

Then finally—

He exhaled, taking you out of your thoughts. “It’s not going to be easy.” He pauses, “You know that.”

Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt. “He’s an unpredictable, dangerous man.” He stops and sighs. “And he already thinks you’re his.” 

The chill ran straight down your spine. “So what do we do?” Your voice was hoarse. 

Yunho’s hand moved up your back—steady, grounding. “We don’t give him anything to see. We will be careful. Quiet.”

He pulls back and looks into your eyes. “And we protect what is ours.” He said softly. 

“I’m not afraid of him,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “but I won’t risk you.”

You nodded. “I trust you.” 

“Good.” He gives you a small smile. 

He lets his thumb slowly run your lower lip before placing another long, desperate kiss on them. 

—

And it’s like nothing happened.

No exchanging looks. No silent acknowledgement. 

Like as if last night never happened. You played your part and he played his. 

The adrenaline from work today has completely calmed down and you feel the aches in your bones and muscles as you put on your shoes—sighing in relief at the compression on your feet.

You stood up and grabbed your bag, heading out the room and the club. When you looked up, you stopped in your tracks, seeing that Yunho was leaning against his car, legs crossed at the ankle, his hands tucked into his pants pockets. 

His head was tilted with a smirk on his lips as he watched you approaching him with a smile on your face. 

“Heading home?” He asked all casually. 

You nodded, “Yeah.” You paused. “Waiting on someone?” 

His smirk deepened, him eyeing you up and do, "I was." he said smoothly. "But turns out she found me first."

Oh shit. 

You felt yourself short circuit as your breath hitched. The way he looked at you made your knees buckle slightly.

You give him a small laugh, trying to not let him catch you slacking. "She wasn't sure if you would still be here," You said softly. You then wrap your arms around his waist and looked into his eyes, "But... it's nice to see you."

He leans and plants a gentle kiss on your temple as he wraps his arms around you. "How was work?" He asks you softly.

You let out a defeated sigh as you leaned your head on his chest. He then let out a chuckle, "That's all you had to say." He said, making you smile.

You then pulled back and looked into his eyes. "It was eventful, to say the least."

There was a comfortable pause between you two are you looked at one another. His eyes flickered between yours before reaching with one hand to cup your face, "Come get breakfast with me."

You blinked up at him, confused. “Breakfast?” You repeated with a smile still on your face.

He nodded his head, a faint smirk on his lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Nothing fancy. It’s up the street.” 

You unwrap one arm from his waist and grab your phone in your back pocket, looking at the time. 

3:00AM. 

You then looked up at him and nodded, “I could go for some breakfast right now.” You smiled. 

—

The diner wasn’t much. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, black and white checkered tile with peeling red booths. It was a little run down but you didn’t care—

You were more caught up in the excitement of spending time with Yunho. 

The smell of grease clinged to the air as Yunho opened the door for you, making the bell ring, gesturing you to go in first. You give him a small thank you and gesture two people to the waitress.

She grabs two menus from behind the stand and guides you two to your table. You slid into a booth near the window, the cracked leather squeaking under your weight.

Yunho slide in across from you, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves to expose his forearms. You both thanked your waitress as she placed down the menus in front of you.

“I’ll be right back with your waters.” She said with a tired smile and then walked away.

Silence fell between you two. 

You busied yourself by straightening the silverware, flicking the peeled edge of the laminated menu as you felt him watching you. 

The way he looked at you in a soft manner—curiosity even, made you slightly shift in your seat. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to break the silence. “I-Is there something on my face?” 

“No.” He said without missing a beat. “Just looking.” 

You looked down to the menu as you felt your cheeks getting red. 

Shit. 

He has you blushing. 

“So,” you said, changing the subject, grabbing the menu to hold it up a little, adjusting yourself in the seat. “What do you normally get from here?” 

He chuckles at your reaction, maintaining his eyes on you. “I don’t.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as your eyes shot to him. “You don’t what?”

“I have never eaten here.”

You blinked. “Seriously?” You tilted your head to the side, asking softly. “Then why come here?” 

He shrugged lightly, voice calm. “I wanted to take you out.” His eyes flicking between yours, “spend time with you. Get to know you better outside of a private room or the club.”

You froze for a second, letting his words sink it. Then a gentle smile appeared on your face, “That’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” You tell him, still feeling red in the face.

You then look down to the menu, trying to hide your flushed face. You cleared your throat, “I don’t even know what to get.” 

Yunho chuckled softly as he leaned back. “We have time.” He paused. “Get whatever you want.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, repeating them skeptically, "Whatever I want?"

He smirked as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, an amused smile tugging the corner of his mouth. “Whatever you want.” He murmured softly.

You felt the heat creep up the back of your neck. 

But before he could get any closer, you lifted your menu quickly, blocking him like a flimsy shield. “Good.” Your voice is neutral but the smirk twitching in your lips betrayed you. 

He laughed at you as he backed up, grabbing his menu. You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to stay locked on the page, tracing over items you weren't really reading.

Waffles. 

Pancakes. 

Omelettes. 

None of it mattered.

After a beat, his voice slid across the table, "You always hide when you get nervous?” 

Your hands stiffened around the menu instinctively. You peaked over the top, trying to glare—but the smile threatening to come out was reaching your eyes. “I’m not nervous.” You said too quickly.

Yunho’s smile widened just a little, “Sure.” He said looking back down his menu. “Whatever you say.” He teased. 

But behind the menu— out of his line of sight— you smiled.

Really smiled. 

For the first time in what felt like forever.

You stayed hidden behind the menu for a few more seconds, your heart hammering in your chest, your cheeks burning hotter than you dared admit.

And you could still feel Yunho’s eyes on you—calm, steady, unbothered.

You let out a forced huff, placing the menu down on the table and glared at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” You accused him.

Yunho’s mouth twitched at the corners. He just leaned back slightly in the booth, stretching one arm along the backrest. “Maybe,” he said. “But watching you squirm a little? It’s kind of worth it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him but then—

You got an idea.

You tilted your head, eyes glinting with amusement, “Oh, Mr. Jeong,” you teased, voice dripping in danger. 

You lifted your leg under the table, slowly letting your foot brush up his leg and thigh. Your fingers reached across the table, trailing light circles over the back of his hand.

His eyes darkened as he stared at you, feeling a rush of heat coming into his body—smirk dropped.

“Don’t act like you weren’t squirming when I had your hands cuffed and your knees on the floor for me.” 

He stiffened at your words.

He then lets out a humorless chuckle, sitting up straight, going to lean onto the table with frustration on his face, “You—“

“Okay! Sorry about the wait,” the waitress chimed in brightly—oblivious to what was happening. “What can I get you both to start?”

Yunho eyes burned into you as you reached for your water lifting it to your lips that had a sweet, smug smile.

—

Soon the food came out. 

The plates clattered down between you two as she called out the order and placed it down respectively. She tucks the empty tray under her arm, “Enjoy guys.” She said as she walked away.

Your mouth was watering at the sight of the food. You grabbed your napkins and unrolled it, getting the utensils out, ready to dig in. You picked up your fork and stabbed your eggs, closing your mouth at the taste of it. 

“How’s your food?” Yunho asked as he drank his coffee.

You nodded, “Mm,” you swallowed your food. “I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry or what, but this has got to be the best eggs I have ever eaten.” You tell him, causing him to laugh. 

“You think I’m joking?” You tell him playfully serious. You gather some eggs on your fork, “Here. Have some.” You smiled at him and fed him the eggs.

He happily takes it, leaning back on the booth as he dramatically throws his head back, “No, you’re right. These are the best eggs ever.” He moaned in delight. 

You laugh at his exaggeration as you crump up your napkin and throw it at him, aiming it as his chest. Soon enough, the laughter dies down and silence—which was nothing but comfortable—took over you two are you enjoyed your food

Across from you, Yunho ate slowly as watching you enjoy your food in delight. He loves to see you being relaxed and at ease with him. That’s all he ever wanted.

But something keeps clawing at him—

How did you get here? What's your whole story? How do you go from cold and shutting off your emotions to being this. 

He sets his coffee down with a soft clink and leaned slightly forward. “Can I ask you something?” He said softly.

You sip your water and nod as you look at him. “Sure.”

He looked at you for a second longer, wondering if he is going to push it too far by asking, “How—“ he paused, trying to find the words, “How did you end up working for Jae?”

“Oh.” You paused.

Your chewing slowed down as your eyes flickered down at the table. It's a fair question to ask. You just weren't expecting it so soon. But Yunho is a safe space for you, you knew there was no judgment with him.

“We don’t have to talk about it—“

“No, no,” you cut him off with a gentle smile, “it’s okay.”

You placed your fork down with a light clatter and took another sip of water. “Well," You started off, "I was working at a diner—something like this actually.” You said as you looked around. “Very long hours, barely making anything. I was behind on rent, bills—well, everything.” 

“Jae, at the time, was my regular. Always asked to be seated in my section, always was a huge tipper, always was a smooth talker…” you let out a humorless smile, remembering when he would flirt with you. “He... wasn’t who he is now. Or, maybe, he was and I just didn’t see it yet.”

Your eyes zoned out to your plate as you kept going, remembering the naiveness you had. “One night, he offered me a job at his club… said I could make some real money—no strings.” You sighed and shook your head, “But I turned him down.” 

You then looked into Yunho’s eyes. “But that didn’t stop him from coming back a couple days later. He asked me to come down to his club, just to check it out and see for myself. No pressure.” You shrugged.

“So I went.” You paused.

You mentally cursed at your past self.

You gnawed on your lower lip as you leaned your forearms onto the table, “I couldn’t believe the amount of money the girls were walking out with. Money that covers rent for a week in one night.”

You closed your eyes as you remembered your weakened state of mind at the time. “I was desperate. Exhausted. So, I signed.” 

Yunho pulls his eyebrows together slightly as he listens to your story, gulping nervously for what's next to come.

You then let out a bitter laugh as you opened your eyes, “But what Jae didn’t mention—of course—is that most of the girls were in debt to him.” 

Your tone hardened as you explained. “This is what he does. He will give you the money upfront. He helps you with rent, food—clothes if you need it, every single cent is tracked and counted for. But, what makes it worse is that Jae adds interest.” 

“Oh, and the contract?” You shake your head, “You can’t just leave. He made it so airtight that you can’t leave unless he says you can and trust me…” you paused, “he won’t.”

There was a moment of silence as Yunho let all your word sink in. He felt anger, frustration, sadness all in one go as he looked at you. 

Slowly, he reached out and took your hand into his, “That son of a bitch." He said in a low tone as he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry."

His eyes were dark and steady. "You shouldn't have been alone like that. You don't deserve this." He lifts your hand to his lips as he places soft kisses on your knuckles. "I'm here now. I won't let him continue this. Trust me."

You gave him a teary smile, "What if it's too late?" You asked scared but hopeful.

"It's only late if we stop fighting." He said softly as he shook his head. "Trust me, Y/N. I am not going anywhere. I will get you out."

You gave him a teary laugh as you sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "You keep saying things like that and I just might start falling for you."

He leans in with a raised eyebrow, "You mean to tell me you haven't already?" He teased you.

You let out a sneer as you shook your head, "You ridiculous." You said smiling. You then get serious with a smile still on your face as you slightly slouch in your seat, "But, in all seriousness, thank you. For saying that and for being here. I didn't know how much I needed this."

“No, thank you.” He said, having a small smile. “For confiding in me.” 

“Can I ask you something?” You said as leaned in, curious.

He nodded, “Anything.” 

“What about you? How did you become—um, actually—I’m sorry, what do you do? Like what's the job title in your field?” You asked him awkwardly, making the two of you burst into laughter. 

His thumb caresses your hand as he inhales deeply, calming down from the laughter. “I, um—“ he clears his throat, “I handle the contracts, import of things, logistics… sometimes favors.” 

You blinked at him before slowly nodding, “Mhm, got it, got it. Basically something vague and suspicious.” You teased him. 

He looks into your eyes and slightly tilts his head, “I just made a few decisions I couldn’t take back when I was young.” He said as he looked at your hands interlocking with his, reminiscing his tough childhood. “I was just with the wrong crowd and it was too late for me to leave.” 

“But,” he said as he flickered his gaze to you, who held a sad expression for him. “I pushed through it and built something for myself.” He smiled at you, his heart swelling with warmth as you gave him a small smile back.

“Now I make sure I never end up powerless again.” He said.

You nodded at his words. “It’s amazing how you turned your life around, how you were able to take charge.” You sighed. “I would too if I was capable. I wouldn’t want to feel powerless again if I ever get out.” 

“When you get out,” he corrects you, then he tilts his head, “what would you want to do? What would you want to be?” He leans in closer.

You giggled softly at him. Maybe, just this once you will dream once more about what you wanted to be growing up. “A marine biologist.” Your eyes gleamed.

You let out a laugh from how ridiculous it sounded after so many years. 

He repeated it, thoughtfully. “Marine biologist.” He nodded slowly, “That’s a great dream.” 

You shrugged, trying to act like it didn’t matter. “Was a great dream.” You muttered, picking at your hash browns. “Before everything went to shit.” 

He just leaned back slightly, grabbing his cup of coffee with his free hand, “You know it still can be.” He takes a sip.

You let out a small huff as a small smile tugged at your lips, shaking your head slightly. “How?” You teased him. “You're going to enroll me into college between your “logistical” and mafia—like meetings?” 

“Works for me.” He said easily as he smiled, shrugging. He tapped his finger against the side of the cup, “I’ll be there at the back of the class looking like your bodyguard.”

You let out a short, startled laugh, louder than you meant to, causing it to echo in the empty diner as it bounced off the walls. Your hand flew up to your mouth, eyes widening, “Sorry.” You said muffled. 

Yunho just grinned wider, looking pleased with himself like he’d just won the world. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it.” He reassured you. 

You then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down all shy. “Think about it,” he continued, “You would be giving a presentation about—about,” he paused, thinking but just gave up, “about whatever the fuck the ocean has and me sitting in the back, scaring your professors which gets you an automatic A.” 

You laughed again, softer this time. “You're so silly.” You muttered at him.

“Only for you.” 

—

You two were cracking jokes, laughing amongst each other when the waitress came up to the table, “Here you are.” She placed the check on the table with a muted thud. “Let me take this away from you two.” She said as she grabbed the stacked, dirty plates and headed to the kitchen.

You blinked down at the check, reaching for your bag automatically, “I got it.” You said out of habit, rummaging through your bag for your wallet.

Yunho just scoffed at you, “Right.” He said sarcastically as he took out his wallet from and placed his card on the paper. “Not tonight.”

You watch as he waves to the waitress, signaling her that he was ready to pay. “Yunho,” you said sternly, “I can at least pay for my half.” 

He just gives you a deadpan look as the waitress grabs it from his hand and makes her way to the cash register. You then crossed your arms, knowing you have lost this battle. “Fine.” You said but then gave him a small smile. “Thank you. For tonight and for the meal.”

He reaches his hand over the table and you happily take it. “Anything for you.” He said, smiling softly. “Thank you for tonight as well.” 

The waitress then comes back with the receipt and card and thanks the both of you. With that, you two stand up and place on your jackets, you fixing your purse on your shoulder. 

He then takes out a few hundred dollar bills, stacked neatly and places it on top of the paper. You stared at it—stunned for a second. Not at the money, but of how thoughtfully he did it. It wasn’t to show off or prove anything.

“That’s really sweet of you.” Your voice was small. You looked at the money, reflecting. A few years ago, this was you. Wanting the hope of a generous customer to ease the weight of the week—you just wish it wasn’t Jae who did it.

He looks at you and smiles, wrapping his arm around you, bringing you in close as you two walk to the door. “She deserves it.” He whispered to you as he kissed your temple.

You two stepped outside, the cold air hitting you instantly, making you shiver. Without a word, he removed himself and took off his jacket and draped it over you—faint smell of his cologne, all warm.

He then wrapped his arm around you as he guided you to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you. Back in the diner, the waitress tirelessly walked to the table—eyes widened and frozen in her steps as she saw the amount of money left for tip.

In disbelief, she slowly reaches out and grabs the money with a small shake, mouth parting as tears swelled in her eyes. She lets out a gasp and looks out the window to see Yunho closing the door for you. 

Yunho looks up and nods at her, waving goodbye as he walks around the back of the car and gets into the car. The waitress raised her hand to say but just froze as gave him a smile, watching the car drive off.

She looks down at the money with happiness and puts it away, wiping down the table before heading back to the kitchen.

—

Finally, you two arrived at your apartment building. The car makes a small screech as he slowly brakes. He puts the car in park and turns it off, quickly getting out and walking around to open the door for you. “Thank you.” You said softly.

You two walked hand in hand to the front door of your building and stopped at the entrance. You turned to face him and hugged his waist as you looked at him, “Tonight was… really amazing. I don’t think I have laughed or spoken about my feelings in a long time. But…” you paused as you gave him a smile. “I’m happy it was with you.” 

“I’m happy to be the one who can make you feel free and safe.” He said, eyes soft. “I have never felt this way before but I, too, am happy it’s with you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, making you slightly blush. Slowly, he leans in, lips hovering over yours as you flutter your eyes close, closing the gap between you two. Your arms quickly draped over his shoulders as his hands found your waist, pulling you in closer.

He titled his head, deepening the kiss. You let a whimper so low, he thought he had imagined it. Your hand tugged on his hair, making him exhale through his nose as his hands roamed your back.

But then—

“Ahem, Ahem—!”

The both of you jumped back at the sudden voice. You quickly turned around and saw an old man with his hands behind his back, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised as he glared at you, glasses resting low on his nose bridge. 

“S–Sorry.” You stuttered out.

“Sorry.” Yunho said.

You two awkwardly moved to the side as he remained looking at you as he walked to the code box near the door, inputting his numbers making the door buzz open which finally made him break eye contact as he went inside.

“Have a good night.” Yunho said respectfully to which the man just ignored, the door closing behind him.

In the same beat, you guys looked at each other and just broke into a small fit of laughter. “What could an old man be doing out at almost five in the morning?” You pounder out loud. 

“Who knows,” Yunho jokes, “maybe he just came back from the club too.”

You shook your head as you laughed. You looked at him once more, eyes gleaming and all smiles, “Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Of course you will.” Yunho replied. He leans down and gives you a kiss on your forehead and tucks his finger under your chin and lastly plants a kiss on your lips. “Sleep well.”

“You too, Yunho.” You smiled at him. He places a gentle kiss once more on your lips before turning around and heading to his car. 

You bite your lower lip, smiling as you head inside. You were finally happy. You couldn’t believe it.

 —

The relationship between the two of you was blossoming into something passionate and meaningful. You two made each other feel loved and safe, always surrounded by the good of each other. 

He has proven to be a man of his word. He never once made you feel like a burden. He is patient and understanding of your needs and past issues. He doesn’t fight it, he works through it with you. 

He has changed you for the better. Your smile reaches your eyes now. Your laughs are genuine. You wake up brighter now. You actually look forward to your days. It’s been good.

Yunho is someone who is willing to drop whatever is doing and just run to you. For example—

Your car, once again, was acting up. You were going to head off to do some errands but it wasn’t turning on so in a distress state, you called him crying. “Yunho,” you sniffed, “I need help and I just don’t know what to do anymore.” 

In an instant, Yunho stood right the fuck up, causing his men to do the same as they stood on alert. His heart dropped at the sound of your voice, “What’s going on?” His voice was low as he grabs his jacket and walks to the door, snapping his fingers to his men to follow him. 

But then he froze in his steps.

“My car!” You cried out as you stomped your foot on the floor, throwing your head back in frustration. He closed his eyes and he deeply inhales and exhales, trying to calm himself down. 

He genuinely thought something horrible was happening to you and was getting ready to kill. “It’s not working and I honestly don’t know what else to do and it’s just frustrating me because I already dropped so much money and….”

Yunho sighs as he hears you rambling. “So your car isn’t working.” He repeated as he rubbed his temples. His men let out a sigh of relief as they slouched back down to their seats. 

Soon after, he picked you up and called a tow truck. He held your hand the whole car ride as you carried a frustrated expression on your face the whole ride to the mechanics.

When you arrived, the mechanic was just explaining what the issues were, what they were going to need to fix, what needed to be replaced but all you heard was your bank account crying. 

“I’m sorry.” you cut him off softly as you crossed your arms, trying to ease the frustration building within you. “How much is this going to cost?” 

He lets out a scoff and smiles. “Well, honestly speaking we are doing a lot of repairs so this is going to cost you—“

Yunho steps up from behind you, hands tucked into his pockets as he glares at the man who shuts the fuck up and gulps nervously. He takes a look around and sees some of Yunho’s men standing, looking at him to which he lets out a sheepish laugh, “I’m sure we can work something out.” 

“I’m sure we can.” Yunho’s deep voice rang. 

You then let out a smile of relief, obvious to what just went down because you were consumed with thoughts of your car and payment. 

But no need to worry, while your car was at the shop, Yunho would happily take you to any destination you wanted—home, work, grocery store, you name it. When dropping you off at work, he made sure to drop you off at a safe corner and watch you walk to work, just so people, or cameras, see anything. 

He would always be waiting for you outside like clockwork, flirting with you at times as you would walk to his car. “Excuse me,” he would say as he put the car window down, “I just wanted to let you know that you have got to be the most beautiful girl—“

“I have a boyfriend.” You cut him off with a deadpan look, serious tone. As you walked past his car, you broke out into a huge smile, trying not to laugh when you heard him turning the car around to catch up to you.

“Y/N,” He sounded panicked. “Get in the car. It’s dangerous outside!” 

Or when you finally felt ready to invite him up to your apartment. You had closed the door and leaned on the open passenger window, letting your hands dangle inside. He reaches for one hand and places a kiss on it, making you smile. “Hey,” you said softly, “Do you, maybe… want to come up stairs?” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you nodded with a small smile. “You can stay for a bit, nothing crazy.” You teased him, making him smile. 

“I would love that.” He said warmly. 

—

It started becoming a habit. 

He would drop you off and stay a while. He would let his hands run the edge of the sofa before going around and sitting down at the corner while you would go and change, talking out loud about your day. 

“How was your day?” He shouted slightly as he took off his jacket. He smiled when he heard your groan of frustration, hangers clicking against each other as you roamed your closet for comfortable clothes. 

“Don’t get me started.” You said as you took off your shirt, the light of your lamp captured your figure and displayed it on the wall. Yunho bit his lower lip as he saw your shadow taking off your pants. 

His breathing picks up just a little bit as he adjusted his pants—all of a sudden feeling tight. You then appeared in the doorframe of your room and rolled your eyes, “Let me tell you all about it.” 

You walked towards him and just as you were about to sit next to him, he pulled you to his lap. He settled you sideways across his thighs with one hand wrapping around your waist. “I’m ready.” He said as he leaned back on the sofa, ready to hear about your day. 

You spoke about how some girls were annoyed about being put on stage last minute, how some regulars came back after a while or not seeing them. Or when you gave advice to the poor, drunken man who was crying over his marriage. Or how the new heels you bought gave you blisters because they have yet to be broken into—just everything.

It was always like this. He enjoyed hearing about your day, what you planned on doing the following day, what errands you needed to run. It would have the both of you sharing laughs, eyebrows being raised at some concerning things, or branching out into different conversations.

But when he would see your eyes closing, your responses being short, he knew it would be time to go. He always respected your space—boundaries. “Y/N,” his voice rang softly, making you hum in return. “It’s time for me to go.” 

Your eyes would always open softly and look into his eyes. “Do you have to?” You whispered to him and he would look down, you in his arms as you laid on him. 

“Yes.” He said. 

You let out an annoyed exhale through your nose which made him smile. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He said as he leans down and gives you a kiss on the lips. 

And back he was, but tonight was different. This time you noticed his head turning to the side, his hands slowly falling from your waist. “And so I said—“ you froze in your sentence as you looked at him, giving him a gentle smile. 

“Yunho…” You whispered to him as you got off, “hey, lay down.” He then jolts slightly awake, trying to get up but you calm him down, “It’s okay. Stay tonight, please.” You said and he gently nodded. 

He lays down and instantly falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. You grabbed the blanket from the edge of the sofa and draped it over him. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good night.”

Soon enough, he got comfortable staying over the night. Due to this, you two have more time for activities, such as playing games. Now, you’re not competitive whatsoever, but bring in UNO and all of a sudden you are cutthroat. 

You smirked as you placed your card, “Plus two.” 

He looked at the card and then at your face, scoffing. “Plus two.” He said, placing it down.

You maintained that sly smirk on your face and dropped an additional plus two. His face then drops in frustration and he looks through his card deck causing you to laugh in delight.

But then—

He dropped another card.

Plus two. 

He smirked at you as you just stared at him. You then dropped all your cards on the table, arms crossed as a pissed off look appeared on your face, “I don’t want to play anymore.” 

He just bursted out into a fit of laughter, seeing your reaction. “You think this is funny?” You asked in a serious tone, eyebrow raising. 

He just kept laughing, unable to contain it. “Wait, wait, wait—“ He said in between laughs as he stood up to chase after you and grabbed your hand, gently.

You kept your arms crossed as he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s the fact that you let me do that!” You said, feeling annoyed. 

He gives you a smile, “What did you expect me to do?”

“Tell me that you have plus twos!” You playfully yelled at him. 

He keeps smiling at you as he cups your face, planting a kiss on your lips. “My sore loser, it’s okay. We can play something else.” He teased you. 

“I’m not a sore loser.” You said as you rolled your eyes. He just laughs as he just went back to kissing you, making you slowly forget what you were even angry about. 

—

There was a night where you didn’t work but he did. He came over, all tired through the smile he gave you and only you. You were sitting on the sofa, his hands caressing your legs as he told you about his day but—

Respectfully, you could give a fuck right now. You kept getting lost in the way his hands touched you. The rough patches on his palms on your soft skin—it was getting hot for you. 

You would breath heavy as fuck when his hands would stroke higher and higher your thigh but he was too consumed in telling you how work was that he didn’t notice your fidgeting. 

You bite the tip of your thumb to distract yourself, giving him half ass responses and nods to his words when he would look at you. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes flickered from his hand to his eyes. 

“I asked if you were okay.” He said as his eyebrows furrowed. “You kept fidgeting. Does something hurt? Do you need me to get you something?” He said sitting up a little.

Okay, maybe he did notice. 

“Oh, no.” You smiled at him, gulping. “I just—I think I’m just tired.” You quickly think of an excuse. 

He just nods at you as he keeps his eyes on yours. Soon, his hands slowly passed your knee and up your thigh, “Is that… the only reason?” 

Your mouth parted—nothing came out. 

His fingertip traces small circles in your inner thigh. “I saw the way you looked at my hands.” His voice went low, making you shift in your seat as you looked down. “Look at me.” He said as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. 

He leaned in closer, “Tell me,” he whispered. “What were you thinking about?” 

Your heart raced as you felt his breath over your lips. You let out a breath as your eyes looked into his. “I was thinking about you.” You exhale a shaken breath. “You… touching me. 

He hovers over you, “What was I doing?” He whispered in your ear as he slowly leans your back on the sofa, kissing below your ear, trailing it down your neck and back up, making you gasp at the touch. 

“Don’t go quiet on me now.” He grinds against you making your mouth part. 

“Oh.” you let out a moan. “You were using your fingers, making me feel good—so good.” You arched your back as he kissed your lips, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his waist. 

“Tell me,” he said between kisses, “how you want it.” He starts moving down, scrunching up your shirt and placing hot kisses on your stomach. “Whatever you want,” he said tugging down the waistband of your shorts, placing kisses on the exposed skin, “whatever you need,” 

He slides off your panties and spreads your legs, eyes shooting to yours, “I’ll do it for you.” 

The cold air hits your glistening pussy as you clenched into nothing. He keeps his eye contact on you as he leans down and places a kiss on your clit, making you lean your head back as you close your eyes in anticipation.

You bite down your lower lip, trapping a moan as his tongue lays flat on your clit, licking you up. He then sucks the sensitive top part of your clit, moaning in delight, making you feel the vibration.

Your chest slowly heaves as he spreads your folds and drags his tongue down, fucking your hold with his tongue in and out, flicking it inside making you moan loudly.

His thumb reaches to massage your clit as he keeps his tongue working you out. One hand reaches to grip the edge of the sofa behind you while the other grips his hair. “Fu—ck.” You said brokenly. “Oh my—Oh my gosh—Oh!”

He sticks two fingers inside of you and curves them upward as he goes back to sucking your clit, making loud suction noises as he sucks hard. “Yun—Ah! Yunho, fuck!” He moaned, vibrating deep into your pussy. 

He gets his other hand and massages the sides of your clit V style as he flicks your clit with his tongue. “Tell me, baby, is this what you were thinking?” His deep voice rang in between your moans. 

You nodded and swallowed to moisten your throat. “Yes—“ You cried out.

“Yes, Yunho, Yes!” 

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close—“ you repeated as you shot your eyes to him, watching him eat you out. He quickens the pace on everything and just sends you over the edge making you scream out loud as your body shakes from the overwhelming sensation. 

He rides out your high with his fingers, watching you break apart in front of him as you jolt from the sensation. He licks his lips as he sits up, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking your sweet juices. You watched him with slightly parted eyes, breathing heavy.

He then hovers over you, watching you with a faint smirk as your hands reach out and place a comforting touch on his chest. “That,” you said panting, “was amazing.” 

He laughs softly at your reaction. “Anything for you.”

—

Tonight was no different. You were over at his house—TV long forgotten in the dark bedroom, straddling his hips as you two passionately kissed. His hands running up and down your, groaning into the kiss as you slowly grind on him. 

You sit up, slightly panting, but he quickly sits up and captures your lips as his hand gently grabs your face, maintaining you still. Your hands reached the bottom of your shirt and you quickly took it off, keeping eye contact. 

Your hands went behind your bra and unhooked your bra. “Wait.” he said as he held your arms, panting.

“What happened?” You said softly. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head and placed a gentle kiss on your chest, “I just want you to be sure of this.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head. “It’s just—I want to make sure that you are ready for this.”

You then smiled softly at him, cupping his face. “I have never been more sure, more ready in my life.” 

He reaches for your wrists and lets out a small chuckle. “You’re positive?” 

You place a kiss on his lips. “I promise you. I want this with you and only you.” 

“Okay.” He nods. 

Slowly, you reached for your bra straps and took it off. Yunho’s breath hitched at the sight of your breasts, quickly taking one into his mouth as massaged the other one. You threw your head back as you caressed the back of his head. 

He flickered his gaze up to you, letting go of your nipple, the string of spit breaking as he kissed up to your neck. His hand grabs your face as he forces you to look down at him, kissing your lips passionately. 

You gasp into the kiss as he flips you two over. You pull away slightly, “Take it off for me.” You whispered into his mouth.

He reaches down and slides off your panties, throwing it to the side of the bed. He takes this time to take off the remaining clothes off himself, chucking it as well. 

You propped yourself on your elbows, mouth watering at the sight of the length of his member. He pumps himself as he hovers over you, “Are you ready, baby?” 

 “Yes.” You whispered as you laid back down. He looks down and aligns himself with your entrance and slowly slides in, making both of you moan at the feeling.

You feel so tight around him while he stretches you out deliciously. 

“Fuck.” He muttered to himself. “You feel so good and we haven’t even started.” 

Your back arches slightly as you gripped the sheets, making your hands into fists. “Slowly, Yunho—Oh!” You said as you feel the painfully, delicious stretch of your pussy. 

Your chest heaves up and down, letting yourself adjust to his size. You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you kept your composure, clenching at just the feeling of him inside you.

When you were ready, you slide your hands up his arms and hold onto his shoulders. “Move, please…” He starts to rock in and out, slowly, feeling all of the curve of his tip and veins.

Little by little he picked up the pace, making you clench your pussy on his length as your hands switched positions and gripped the pillow on either side of your head. “Yes, Yunho! Just like that! Yes, yes, yes.” 

He lets out a loud moan as he goes faster. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He bit his lower lip as he watched your tits bounce, trying to distract himself from busting so fast. 

The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and your moans were the only noise in the room. “Fuck,” he said as he threw his head back and then looks back down to you. “Ride me baby.” 

You quickly get on top of him and pumped his penis some more before sitting back on it. You grinded on him as you reached behind you and massaged his balls, gently. He let out a pornograhic moan, throwing his head back on the pillow. 

“Fu–uck. If you keep doing that I’m going to fucking cum.” He said in a strained voice. You smiled through your heavy breathing as kept going, bouncing your ass up and down on him.

He grips his hands onto your ass, guiding your movements. He plants his feet onto the bed and thrusts his hips up, matching your pace as you feel your orgasm building up quickly. 

You fall forward to his chest, still bouncing him in a different angle, making him reach deeper into you as you let out whimper. “Y–Yunho, I’m so c–close, ah!”

“Keep bouncing on my dick, baby.” He tells you as he picks up the pace, his nails digging into your ass cheeks as you tug on his hair, lips hovering over his. “Cum with me.”

You moan out loud in agreement. 

He lets go of one ass cheek and smacks it hard, making you clench hard on him. He smacks it once more as he feels it coming in.

You let out a scream as it was approaching and soon—

Both of you came. 

He lets out a moan as he stiffened under you, releasing everything into you. “Yes, baby, cum inside me. Mmm, cum inside me.” You tell him as you ride out both of your highs. 

You collapse onto his chest, both of you catching your breath—processing what just happened. You placed your chin on his chest and closed your eyes, “Wow.” Was all you managed to say, making him laugh, feeling the vibration.

You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh of comfort as he caressed your head. He zoned out as he stared at the ceiling, feeling his heart racing slightly but for different reasons. 

“There is something I have to tell you.” He said in a whisper.

You opened your eyes and stared at a dark corner of the room. “Mmm.” You hummed to him, in a soothing trance from his caressing touch.

There was a moment of silence.

But then—

“I love you.” 

You froze. 

You then looked up at him. “Wh–What?” You said softly.

“I love you.” He repeated as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Your eyes frantically looked at his chest before you sat up and got off the bed. 

“Hey,” he said gently as he sat up, putting on his boxers. “Hey, it’s okay.”

He grabs you and turns you gently to face him. He knew this was unfamiliar territory for you, so he understood your panic. “You don’t have to say it back to me if you aren’t ready, but I couldn’t go another day without telling you.” 

Your eyes flickered between his, feeling tears welling up. “You… love me? Like actually love me?” You whispered. 

He nods and  cups your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Yes.” He said softly. “But, listen, you don’t have to say anyth—“

“I love you too.” You cut him off.

“So much.” You said as tears fell down your cheek. “I just didn’t know how to—I don’t to mess it up—I have never experienced this and I’m scared—“

“Shh,” he cuts you off as he pulls you into his embrace. “You have me. Forever. I know your heart has been through so much, but I’m here to cherish and love you. I’m here to protect you. Don’t be scared anymore. We got this… together.” 

You nodded at his words. “Together.” You repeated.

—

It was the middle of the morning and you were jolted awake by a consistent vibration. You looked over and saw Yunho passed out with his arm draped over your back and you looked at yourself—sleeping on your stomach and naked. 

Then it registered that you had, indeed, knocked out as well. Your head then snaps to the vibration—your phone. You looked at the phone light up over a missed call. You reached over and squinted your eyes to the brightness only to widen your eyes.

5 missed calls from Jae

15 text messages from Jae. 

Your heart fucking dropped. 

You then saw an incoming call from him once more making you quickly—but carefully— get up from the bed, trying to not disturb Yunho, who only stirred in his sleep. You grabbed your clothes headed to the bathroom, picking up the phone. 

“Hello?” You whispered. 

“Y/N,” Jae’s deep voice rang in a serious tone.

You froze in your steps. 

He stayed quiet for a second.

“Finally!” He slurred, “Why didn’t you pick up my calls or text me back?”

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. You thought you were done for. “Jae, it’s five in the morning.” 

“I miss you.” He ignored your complaint. “All these girls are nothing compared to you, you know that?” He smirks into the phone as he sways slightly near the balcony. 

You put your clothes on, putting the toilet seat down and sitting on it. “What do you want, Jae?” You sighed. 

He chuckled. “Can’t I just talk to my favorite girl?” He tilted his head, “You know… you sound tired. Has it been a long night?” 

You shot your head up to the wall. 

“A long night.”

Does he know? 

No. Right? 

“Work… has just been stressful.” You swallowed as you stood up, feeling too nervous to be still. “Been having trouble sleeping.” 

“Mmm,” he hummed, looking into the sky. “You know that you’re mine, right? Even when you think you aren’t.” 

You let out a scoff, masking the panic in your voice. “You tell me all the time, Jae. Is this what you called me for? At five in the morning?” 

You don’t see it but he smiles. “I just wanted to remind you.” He leans his arms over the railing. “You think that you’re being careful. But I see everything.” 

Your stomach dropped. “What are you trying to say?”

“Tell me something,” he says slowly, “have you been taking care of our partner?” 

Your blood ran cold. “H–Huh? What do you mean?” 

You slowly stand up, feeling the room shrinking.

He lets out a chuckle as he grabs the bottle from the silver tray and takes a swig as he looks off into the distance. “You know, I keep having this dream…” he pauses, ignoring your question, “You in bed with another man…”

You stayed silent, as you turned to the bathroom door—Yunho in the opposite room passed out in the bed. 

“But I know you would never do that to me.” He stumbled back slightly. “At least… not without looking over your shoulder first, right?” 

You felt the room getting hot, the hairs at the back of your neck standing up. 

Your voice came out in a whisper, “I–“ you paused. “I would never do that to you, Jae.” 

He closes his eyes and smiles. “Good.” He then opens his eyes, face turning into something sinister. “Because I’ll fucking kill him.” 

He then hangs up the phone. 

You just felt frozen in your body. 

He’s just drunk. 

He doesn’t know. 

Or does he? How did he find out? You two were careful. You didn’t speak to the girls about it—right? Right. 

Wait—

Fuck, you don’t know. 

With Jae you never know. You never know what his next move is. You don’t know if he was being serious or just being his regular insecure, stupid self.

One thing is certain—

You opened the door, gently and stared at Yunho’s sleeping body. 

You have to leave. 

You cannot risk losing Yunho. 

What you two shared was something beautiful but you would rather die than to have him killed over your actions. 

You start to tear up as you quietly creeped to his side of the bed. “I’m so sorry. Please, don’t hate me.” You whispered to him as you placed a long, tender kiss on his forehead. 

Please forgive me. I don’t think I can explain it to you. Maybe it’s best if you don’t know—for your own safety. Was what you wanted to tell him.

Just when you confided in him that you loved him, you now have to leave him. 

You headed out the room and crept down the stairs, holding onto the wall with every step. You looked around and saw an empty living room. 

You tiptoed to your shoes and slipped them on quickly and quietly grabbing your keys. Your hand slowly turned the knob and scrunched your face when the loud unlock sound resonated through the night. 

Your hand reached for the knob and turned it quietly but then, in that moment—

“Y/N?”  Your heart dropped. “Where are you going?” 

To be Continued.

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in bloom - part one (j.yh + j.wy); section two

summary: one night, you and your boyfriend and your best friend are watching a movie, only you didn’t realize this movie would have a sex scene this long. or that they would notice how uncomfortable it made you. when you finally confess to them why, they take their time guiding you through every life experience you’ve always felt too late for, one kiss at a time. part one; section one | part one; section two | part two masterlist

note: this was inspired by my 🪻 anon who sent a suggestion about a yunwoo fic centered on loss of virginity. what was supposed to be an ask reply became a full fic. see under the cut for more detailed notes and disclaimers. part two coming soon.

warnings: virginity, late bloomer reader (she’s 26), demisexual!reader, complex relationships to sex, sexuality, and pleasure. fluff, angst, and emotional hurt/comfort, frank conversations about sexual experiences and norms including body hair and preferences, references to disassociation during sex but in the past, brief mention/question about sexual trauma (there is none), bisexual!wooyoung, bicurious!yunho, nervous / inexperienced reader, shy reader, embarrassed reader, slow and i mean SLOW sexual acts, lots of consent, kissing galore, nipple play, body worship, masturbation (f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, yunwoo teaching how to and reader learning for basically ever sex act….. lots of soft pet names y'all know me, an extremely earned 'good girl'

pairings: boyfriend!yunho x best friend!wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut and more smut

word count: 18.9k

note! this part was too long for tumblr! be sure you read section one first! linked here

You and Yunho both watch him carefully as he guides your hand down between your thighs, his eyes darting back up to yours every few moments to be sure he isn’t crossing a boundary. 

“I think you should touch yourself,” Wooyoung prompts softly, pressing your hand lower so that it settles over your sex, “Yunho’s right, you should teach us what you like,” 

You swallow nervously, “How do I teach you?” 

“Just let us watch,” Wooyoung murmurs, “pretend we’re not here if it helps, just… show us what your body likes,” 

The tension is so thick you feel like you could cut it, but somehow their idea seems right. It makes sense, and more than that, it feels safe. 

You glance between them, wetting your lips and nodding, “Yeah, yeah, okay,” 

Yunho sucks in a breath but stays still. 

“Can we,” You adjust in the bed, “can you not touch me for this? Can you just watch?” 

Wooyoung’s hand slips off your thigh, “Yeah, we can do that.” 

You push away from Yunho and he slides back to give you some room, still lying by your side but this time just propped up on his hand and watching. 

With a sigh you settle onto your back in the familiar position you’ve always touched yourself in, flat to the mattress, legs spread open, knees slightly bent as you angle your hips up. 

“Alright,” You let out a nervous breath, “I guess… I’ll just, yeah, I’ll just do this,” 

With familiar movements, you reach between your legs with your left hand and settle the pads of your fingers over your clit, warm and firm under your touch from arousal. 

Their eyes are trained on you, and you swallow again, nervous. 

“Baby,” Yunho says softly, “close your eyes.” 

You let them flutter shut. 

“It’s just you in bed,” He murmurs, “let your mind go to wherever it normally does. Just feel.” 

It takes you a moment, awareness thrumming through you as you hear their slow breathing, every shift in the sheets, but you focus. You clear your mind. 

Alone, relaxing in bed. 

You think of the last thing that turned you on, the book you were reading that tugged at the tight coil inside you, the faceless male lead who’s romantic tenderness to the heroine got you feeling indescribably restless. 

You sink into the mattress, you let it all fade. 

With a breath, you start to touch. Slow circles of your fingers over your clit, dipping down to gather more wetness from your dripping core, your free hand sliding down over your body from rib to hip. 

Warmth pools in your belly, and you let out a soft breath, head relaxing to the side as you keep your eyes closed. 

You slide your hand up and over your abdomen again, brushing against your thighs, and the faceless figure in your mind starts to shift. 

You feel the ghost of Yunho’s hand on your skin, of Wooyoung’s kiss. 

Staggered images filter through, little flashes in your mind’s eye as you start to roll your fingers a little faster. 

Yunho’s full lips, parted and pink. 

Wooyoung’s eyes, shaggy hair falling across his forehead. 

Your mouth makes a soft pop as your tongue unsticks from the roof of your mouth, a gentle sound on your lips, and more floods through your mind. 

Long fingers, veined forearms, taut abdomens, the straight cut of Wooyoung’s collarbones and the broad set of Yunho’s shoulders. Arms around you, warmth enveloping you, hands searching your body with soft curiosity, lips on your skin. 

You make a tight sound, adjusting your hand, your legs straining a little wider. 

Your mind tumbles over the thought of them. 

Wooyoung’s smile, Yunho’s laugh. Tanned skin, freckles, their light dusting of body hair. Soft pressure, gentleness, tenderness, whispered breath on your skin. 

You suck in a sharp breath, back arching a little, and you slide your other hand down to find your entrance, pushing two fingers deep inside yourself. 

The weight of the mattress shifts and you hear a thready inhale that’s not your own, but it doesn’t matter. 

Your head starts to rock back, pressing into the mattress as hot pleasure swirls in your gut, and your fingers find the pace that always makes you come. Fast, steady circles on your clit and a matched rhythm for the two fingers that pulse in and out. Your thighs spread wider, knees drawn up, hips rolling down to chase the feeling. 

“Ah,” You stammer out, “ah,” 

Eyes pressed tightly together, chasing the feeling. 

Images continue to flash in your mind, a mix of sensations. 

You’re chasing hard now, desperate, but you can’t reach it. 

Jerking into the mattress you keep working your clit, but your other hand flies up to your breast, squeezing hard, tweaking your nipple with a tug and then a steady flick, but it’s not enough. 

You need it all, suddenly, sharply, and you’ve never needed that before in your life. 

A pained whine pulls from your lips, frustration laced in the tone, and your heel slips against the mattress, pushing the blankets down further in the bed. 

You need more. 

With a desperate sound, you reach out to the side where you know Yunho is, searching for his hand. 

He takes it, silently, giving you a squeeze to tell you he’s here, he’s got you, but that’s not what you need. 

Eyes still closed, you drag his hand forward with a sharp tug, drawing it to your breast. 

His fingers close over your soft flesh, his body shifting closer, and he gives you a tentative squeeze to mimic the sensation of your own hand. 

“Yes,” You shudder, “fuck,” 

He doesn’t speak, but you hear his breath change, and feel his fingers roll over your painfully hardened nipple. 

With a staggered breath you reach down, but instead of touching yourself, you leave your hand open, “W-Woo,” you’re begging, “please,” 

“Fuck,” You hear his soft curse, his hand sliding into yours. 

You direct it down, pushing it where you need it. 

His fingers are thick, thicker than yours to be sure, and when he sinks two inside you the stretch is sinful. 

You moan properly this time. 

In tandem, they work your body while you rub your clit, your free hand flying up to grip the pillows above your head, your face pressing into the soft skin of your own bicep as you pant. 

“God,” You manage, something hot curling in your gut. 

Yunho makes a tight sound next to you, his fingers rolling and tugging at your nipples with precision, and Wooyoung curses again between your thighs, the sound of his fingers pulsing in and out of your dripping cunt a filthy wet mess. 

It hits you without warning this time. Normally you work yourself up to a quiet, rolling pleasure that leaves you feeling comfortably satisfied, but this orgasm is sudden and intense. A crackle of heat sparks from your clit to your nipples, zinging through every part of you, and it’s like a pressure valve releasing. 

Your legs snap shut around your hand and Wooyoung’s, body wrenching up in arched ecstasy, and you cry out against your own skin, body shuddering in fits and starts. 

It takes a second for your body to come back online, but you feel it when Wooyoung’s fingers slowly slip out of you, and when Yunho’s hands change from stimulating to soothing. 

Still trembling, chest rapidly rising and falling with your shallow breathing, your body finally slackens and your eyes start to open. 

They’re quiet, afraid of unsettling the moment, and then the realization hits you. 

No one in the world has ever watched you come before, no one’s ever seen you fall apart, but what’s more is that no one has ever been a part of the reason you did before. It’s more intimate than being naked, and more meaningful than any lost virginity. 

Emotion builds up in your chest, throat thick with it, and you take an unsteady inhale. 

Yunho’s hand on your chest stills. 

You reach for him, pulling his arm, “Please,” 

He’s unsure, you can feel that in the way he wraps his arms around you, but then you grab onto his shirt like a lifeline and his hand cups the back of your head protectively, tenderly. Wooyoung slides up to your other side, his hand ginger on your bare hip as he watches you recover. 

“Are you here?” Yunho asks, his voice a whisper. 

You nod, steadying your breathing. 

He lets out a shuddering breath, and Wooyoung’s hand tightens on your waist. 

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung finally asks, nervous energy in his tone. 

You nod again, getting the emotional tidal wave under control, “Just hold me,” you manage, “please,” 

“Right here,” Yunho’s hand brushes over your hair, “Woo,” 

There’s a shift behind you, and then his body joins you, the three of you pressed tightly together. 

Yunho rocks you slowly, lips against your forehead as he murmurs. Your best friend rubs soft circles into your skin, kissing your shoulder slowly, chastely. 

You don’t need either of them to say it, you know with perfect clarity that they love you. 

Time stretches with them tucked around your bare body, and eventually, your breathing slows and your sudden rush of emotion fades into the background. 

You shift back, looking up at Yunho and to the side where Wooyoung leans over, “Hey,” you manage. 

“Hey,” Yunho’s fingers brush over your cheek. 

“You okay, babe?” Wooyoung asks gently. 

You nod, exhaling slowly, “That was a lot for me,” 

Wooyoung looks nervous, his expression pinched with concern. 

You reach for him, smoothing his worried brow, “It was a lot because it was new,” you explain softly, “I’ve never done that in front of anyone.” 

He softens, “How was it?” 

“Incredible,” You whisper, “I’ve never… it was so intense,” 

Wooyoung nods, kissing your palm, “It looked intense,” 

“I fantasized,” You confess with a small smile. 

Yunho returns your smile, but there’s a question in his expression, “About?” 

“You,” Your smile stretches into a grin, “both of you,” 

“Is that new too?” Yunho’s eyes flick over your face. 

“I’ve never done that either,” You confess softly, “I’ve never thought about a real person, not like I did,” 

“But you thought about us?” Wooyoung asks, his voice hesitant. 

“Yeah,” It feels like a victory, and maybe they don’t understand it fully, but they’re smiling with you, “I did,” 

“Come here,” Yunho cups your face, pulling you up into a kiss, sighing against your lips as he tenderly holds you. 

Sensation stirs in your body again, the thrill of it lighting up your stomach, and you grip his shoulder, “Mm,” you nod, deepening in the kiss, “yes,” 

Yunho pulls away, his breath a little ragged, “Wait, wait,” 

“W-what is it?” You breathe. 

“Are you,” He breathes, shaking his head, “should we-,”

Wooyoung laughs gently, “Do you want more, is what he’s trying to ask”

Yunho blushes, pink darkening in his cheeks. 

“Oh,” Wooyoung nudges him, helping break the tension, “you are down so bad for her,” 

“Shut up,” Yunho rolls his eyes, but you watch as his ears darken too, a scarlet warmth that tells you everything you need to know. 

You interrupt them though, finding their hands and drawing them closer, “Yes, yes I want more.” 

Yunho’s head snaps up, “You do,” 

“I just needed a minute,” You confess, “but I’m not ready to stop,” 

“That’s my girl,” Wooyoung surges up, kissing you hard and fast, and then slides down the bed again. 

“Woo, what are you,-”  

His fingers slip between your knees, pressing them apart until you’re following his touch and falling open again, “Do you still want slow?” 

You nod, your breath fully caught in your throat. 

“Okay,” He drops to his stomach again between your spread thighs, kissing the tender skin there just once before looking up at you, “If you want me to stop, say anything. Push me, tug my hair, however you need to tell me, tell me. I’ll stop.” 

“Okay,” You whisper. 

“Yunho,” Wooyoung directs, “hold her for me, if she gets too quiet, let me know,” 

“Got it,” Yunho smiles, blinking at the sudden interaction. You gather that he’s not used to being told what to do by anyone in the bedroom, but when it comes to your comfort, he just nods. 

“I’m gonna lift you up a bit,” Wooyoung explains, sliding his hands under your splayed thighs, “just get comfortable, okay? Just like that,” 

Your legs settle over his shoulders. 

He kisses your cunt and your head falls back with a gasp. 

Yunho watches your face, curling close to your body, but all he sees is pleasure. 

Wooyoung’s mouth is slow and warm, his lips soft against your center, his tongue firm as he starts to trace your skin. Your hand shoots out instinctively to grab the sheets, to ground yourself, but you find Yunho’s palm instead and he laces your fingers together, giving you a squeeze. 

You’re wet, still dripping from your first orgasm, but you can hear it when he inhales, the sound almost pornographic despite the tenderness of his touch. 

A soft sound pulls from your lips, your hips jerking, and when Wooyoung groans into your heat, the vibrations roll through you. 

He presses into you slowly, working you open with every deliberate stroke of his tongue. There’s nothing frantic in the way he moves, only focus. Your hips twitch, a gentle jerk you can’t fight and he hums low into your skin, a ripple spreading out beneath your navel. 

Your breathing changes first, growing shallow, tight, your hand growing more solid in Yunho’s group as the feeling starts to build and crest. 

Wooyoung’s tongue circles your clit in patient, repeating spirals, a mimic of the way you rubbed yourself and something inside you starts to gather. It’s not like your orgasm before, the way it snapped suddenly with urgent pressure, this pleasure is quieter, gentler. It builds around you like a rising warm bath, carrying you into its sensations with ease. 

Your thighs twitch again, feet flexing against the sheets, and you sigh. 

Yunho nuzzles your temple, “Let it happen, baby,” he murmurs, “don’t rush it,” 

Wooyoung’s mouth lifts, looking up to check you, “I got you, I promise,” 

You exhale shakily, wetting your lips and nodding, and as Wooyoung sinks back down your hips rise to meet his mouth. He shifts with you, one hand pressing up under your thigh to hold you closer to his eager mouth, his other hand reaching around and settling over your lower belly. 

This pleasure is new, not because it’s wholly unfamiliar, but because for the first time you’re able to sink into the feeling of someone’s hands on your skin. Someone’s body working to please yours, and you want it, you want to live in it. 

Wooyoung gently sucks at your clit, sighing a breath of warm air against your slick skin, and your body warms. A tingling shifting down your fingertips, curling in your toes. A breathy sound catches in your throat. 

“Hmm,” Yunho kisses your hair, “you’re doing so well,” 

You sigh, a pleasured sound, your fingers pressing into his hand, your head starting to dig back into the mattress. 

You’re close now, so close it almost scares you. Pleasure starts to catch again, full and steady, and Wooyoung pushes down more firmly with his mouth, his tongue thrusting into you, lapping up you, flicking steadily against your aching bud. 

It’s too much, it’s overwhelming, but in a way that’s starting to make you feel alive. 

You gasp, back arching off the mattress, and your free hand flutters like it doesn’t have a place to land. 

“There she is,” Yunho says, his voice quiet and warm. 

Slow and deep, the rush of pleasure that hits you this time is an undulating wave rocking through every nerve in your body. You fall into it, open to it, trembling against Wooyoung’s mouth as you moan and twitch. 

Your voice shifts, not a cry like last time. It’s a long, low release, a bloom. 

Your chest rises and falls in shallow breaths as you come down, your body easing back into Yunho’s waiting arms. His hand strokes up and down your side, steady and warm, the lightest pressure of his fingertips along your skin. 

Slowly, Wooyoung lifts his head, his lips parted and face flushed, chin slick with your arousal. 

You sigh, eyes drifting to the ceiling, “That,” you manage, your voice a bit hoarse, “felt so good,” 

Wooyoung breathes out a shaky laugh, resting his forehead on your thigh, grounding himself there like he needs this contact just as much as you do. 

Your pulse is still fluttering under your skin, and when you look down at him, he’s watching you with such an unguarded affection it tugs at a deep, quiet longing long dormant in your chest. 

Reaching out, you brush your fingers through his damp hair, and Wooyoung leans his cheek into your palm without hesitation, his own eyes softly closing as he feels your warmth. 

He cups your hand against his face, turning to kiss your palm, “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” You promise him, “I really am,” 

Wooyoung kisses your thigh once more, and then slides up your body to rest beside you, face level with yours. You smile as he shifts into your space, and you realize you’ve always been safe with him, comfortable with the way his skin feels on yours, his touch, always so freely given without expectation of anything in return. 

It’s only natural you ended up here. 

Wooyoung’s voice brings you out of your thoughts, “I’ve never seen you like that,” He comments softly. 

“Like what?” 

“So relaxed,” He smiles a little, “free,” 

You soften, your body tucked into Yunho’s behind you. 

Wooyoung smiles, just a little, “I love you,” he says it so simply, “you already know I do, but, God, I do love you,” 

Emotion swells behind your ribs again, “I love you too,” 

Wooyoung’s eyes flick up over your shoulder, but whatever he finds in Yunho’s expression must soothe his anxiety because he smiles, and dips to your mouth. He kisses you this time with affection, you feel it in the slow pull of his mouth, the way his hand slides up your arm before cupping your cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs as he leans back. 

A little laugh escapes you, “You keep saying that,” 

“It’s true,” Wooyoung grins. 

Yunho’s body curls closer around you, his hand resting on your bare hip, “He’s right,” 

Turning your head to find his eyes, something in your chest tugs loose at the sight of him. 

Utter affection, the closest thing you’ve ever seen to devotion, heavy in his soft eyes. When you reach for him, he comes willingly, responding to your movements with his own like a dance he knows the steps to by heart. 

Your lips meet, a catch of breath in his throat as he holds you close. 

This time, you kiss him, your fingers on the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as your mouths part, tongues connecting between breaths. 

“Jagi,” He sighs. 

Your lips part so you can look up at him, “Yunho?” 

“Yes?” His voice is quiet, looking at you like he can read your every thought. 

“Thank you,” You whisper. 

His brows lift, expression clearing, “For what?” 

“For being patient with me,” Your eyes flick down so you can get the rest of the words out, “for waiting for me, not pushing me. I didn’t know how much I needed that,” 

His warm lips connect to your forehead, “You’re worth waiting for,” he murmurs, fingers stroking up and down your spine, “sweetheart, you’re more precious to me than I ever knew someone could be,” 

Your eyes close as you let his words sink in, breathing quietly together, and you nod just a little, hopeful that he understands that you mean it too. 

He leans back to see you after a beat, “I just want you to feel good, and feel safe,” 

“I did,” You assure him, “I still do, which is a miracle,” 

Wooyoung kisses your shoulder and nods, “It just means it feels right, babe,” 

For a moment, his lips linger at your shoulder while Yunho’s hand cups your waist, his thumb stroking a soothing line into your skin. 

The room is quiet again, another breath to let you get your bearings in this new territory, to understand the shape of the intimacy building between you. Your eyes are closed as you breathe in and out, body languid after your back to back orgasms, and you let your mind drift. 

After a moment though, your senses shift. Your mind is so attuned to touch, typically preoccupied with the ways that it makes you feel discomfort or on edge, so you’re good at spotting the hidden meanings in people’s hands. 

Wooyoung’s arm wrapped around you isn’t relaxed, there’s a subtle tension in his position, and in the sound of his tight exhales, every few breaths one just a bit deeper and laden with something urgent. 

Your attention shifts, and you notice the way Yunho’s fingertips aren’t brushing softly, not anymore, there’s a press to it, a restraint of something more. 

You blink your eyes open, level with Yunho’s chest, but when you shift backwards, sliding your leg just right, your body slots together with Wooyoung’s and you feel an unmistakable hardness. 

He sucks in a soft breath, arching a little to guide his hips away from yours, but no one moves, no one mentions it. You watch as his hand tightens on the mattress, just a little, but enough. 

From your position here, you can’t see Yunho’s face, but you study his body language. There’s a faint strain in his jaw, a tense cord of muscle in his neck, his breathing shallow and carefully controlled. When you readjust in the bed, he readjusts too, something clearly aching under his skin. 

Glancing down to his hips, you nearly lose your breath when you see that he’s hard too, impossible to conceal in those sweatpants, despite his best efforts and careful positioning. 

They’re both hard, and if you’re guessing, they’ve been like this for a while. 

Your chest flutters, something quickening in your chest. 

They wanted you. 

They want you, still. 

Your mind flicks through all of it, every touch, every word. Every second since you crossed the threshold of this bedroom has been about you – your comfort, your peace, your pleasure. Never once did they try to turn your attention or coax you into something further or faster. 

The contrast of that slices through you. 

Every guy you tried with, every single one, picked you for what they could take from you, not what they could give. 

The decision is made in your mind before you even verbalize it to yourself, and you find yourself reaching, your hand settling on Yunho’s abdomen, “Yunho?” 

He twitches at your touch, you feel his muscles quirk under your fingertips, but he answers you with his softest voice, “Yes?” 

Your hand drifts a little lower, “You’re hard,” 

His hips turn, trying to conceal that fact, and he leans back to see your expression, “Sorry,” he clears his throat, a flash of embarrassment moving across his face, “yeah,” 

“Don’t apologize,” You smile a little, hand sliding back up to a safer spot on his chest, “you’re fine,” 

Wooyoung snorts a little breath of air, “I’m pretty sure I’ve been hard since you kissed me,” he admits with a crooked grin. 

You nudge him with your elbow, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Yunho brushes his hand against your jaw, “Baby, this wasn’t about us,” 

“Exactly,” Wooyoung nods, “we’re fine, we’re more than fine.” 

You study his eyes a moment, and you know he’s being truthful. You know if you said this was over then this would end right here. 

You move then, extricating yourself from their arms and sliding up in the bed, the sheet slipping off you until your skin is bared again to them in the soft light. Their eyes track your movements, unsure why you needed to make space, but they wait, they watch. 

“You’re both hard,” You say it funny by mistake, like you’re trying to get your facts straight. 

Yunho’s eyes flick to Wooyoung, then back to you, “Yes,” 

“You both want me?” 

“Yes,” Their voices blend together, answering you without hesitation. 

“So then,” Your teeth catch on your lip, “let me try and make you feel good too,” 

Wooyoung’s brows lift high in surprise and he shakes his head, “You don’t have to do anything for us,” 

Yunho’s nodding, opening his mouth to say more, but you get there first. 

“Stop,” You shake your head, “I’m okay, I feel good,” 

His face softens, but you still see his hesitation. 

“This is a part of sex too, isn’t it?” You look to Yunho, “I don’t know what I’m doing, but you said you’d teach me.” 

Yunho’s eyes darken with something more, a tense pulse in his jaw, but he nods. 

“So, teach me,” You breathe, a smile on your lips. 

The silence hangs, none of you breathing, and you look back and forth between them. 

“Jesus,” Wooyoung finally cuts the tension, running a hand over his face, “you’re perfect,” 

Yunho shifts in the bed, sitting up to meet your eyes, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” You nod, “I want to try,” 

“Try what exactly?” Yunho’s hand against the bedding flexes, trying to keep his obvious need under control. 

“Um,” You feel the heat rise again in your cheeks, and then you look too Wooyoung, “your mouth felt… would my mouth feel that good for you?” 

Wooyoung groans, falling into the mattress face first, but he nods, “You’re going to kill me,” 

“So, that’s a yes?” You grin. 

“That’s a big fucking yes,” Wooyoung exhales, pushing himself up to a seat with you both, “if you’re comfortable, we can do that.” 

“I want to do that,” You say, and you mean it. 

Yunho takes a deep breath and then shifts off the bed, “Alright,” he swallows tightly, and as he stands you see the impressive tent in his sweatpants, “jagi, is it alright if we get undressed?” 

“Yes,” You nod, a little too eager and he smiles at you, amused. 

Wooyoung slides off the bed too, and you watch as they start to peel off layers. 

Yunho starts to talk, but your eyes are locked on the way that his body looks when he shucks off his shirt, the way his fingers move when he pulls at the tie of his sweats. His lean, corded muscle tensing and relaxing as he moves. 

“If you start to get uncomfortable,” Yunho says, and your eyes fly up to his, “tell us, I don’t care what we’re doing or what we’re saying to you,” 

Wooyoung nods emphatically. 

“I don’t care if Woo says he’ll die if you stop,” Yunho says, and it’s funny, but his voice is firm and clear, “if you need to stop, we fucking stop.” 

“I got it,” You smile, “stop means stop.” 

You take a breath, and realize they’re both almost stark naked in front of you. You take them in all at once, pupils dilating and head going fuzzy. 

They’re both lean, the bodies of men who are endlessly active – running, biking, dancing, all movement and cardio and stamina, but every line of their muscles are well defined. Their cocks visibly strain against the cotton of their boxer briefs, and you feel a curl of heat in your belly just like before. 

Wooyoung shoots a look at Yunho and rolls his eyes, “She’s okay,” he says as he reaches out a hand to you, “I’ll take very good care of your girl, Yunho-yah.” The teasing emphasis on Yunho’s name pulls a smile from your lips. 

Yunho’s jaw tightens, but he exhales through his nose and nods, “I know,” 

Taking Wooyoung’s hand, he pulls you forwards, “Come here, babe,” 

You end up standing, and you let him guide you as he shifts your positions, sitting down onto the edge of the bed. 

“Here?” You check, nodding, moving to get on your knees. 

Yunho’s hand on your lower back stills you, and he reaches past both of you to grab one of the thick throw pillows, sliding it onto the floor between Wooyoung’s feet, “Don’t hurt your knees, baby,” 

“Right,”

Slowly, you drop down, situating yourself with your hands on Wooyoung’s thighs. 

It’s still for a moment, no one moving, but then Wooyoung drops back onto his elbows and lets his legs open wider, “Doing okay?” 

“Mhm,” Your eyes are glued to his clothed cock. 

Yunho’s hand brushes over the back of your head as he steps from one side of you and Wooyoung to the other, and then he crouches behind you at your side, one of his heavy, warm palms settling on your lower back. 

“Okay,” You breathe. 

Wooyoung’s eyes look hot, need unapologetic in his gaze, and as you reach for his waistband his hands tighten in the blankets under him. 

“So,” You manage, hooking your fingers under his underwear, “I’ve never done this before, obviously,”

“Doing great so far,” Wooyoung exhales. 

“This seems like a clear first step to sucking your cock, Woo,” The words roll off your tongue, an easy jab with your best friend. 

Yunho laughs at your side, his lips pressing against your temple, “Quick study, baby,” 

Wooyoung’s smiling too, but it fades into a completely new expression on his face when you pull his boxers down completely. 

Your eyes flick over his cock immediately. He’s rock hard, cock flushed pink and leaking, a string of precum connected from the tip of his velvet head to his belly. It’s thick, that’s the first thing you think, and perfectly proportional for him. 

“Jesus, fuck,” Wooyoung breathes, “you look so hot right now, babe,” 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and he groans. 

Yunho gives you a moment, and then his hand flexes on your back, “Start slow,” he urges you softly, “touch his thighs,” 

You let your hands slide over his skin, over the dark loops of his thigh tattoo, strong quads rippled under your palms. He’s warm, soft, and his cock twitches the closer you get to his hips. 

You catalogue that quietly. 

“Just like that,” Yunho nods, “we like being teased too,” 

Wooyoung swallows. 

“It feels good?” You check with him, your nails gently brushing over his inner thighs, a mirror of how Yunho touched you earlier. 

He sucks in a sharp breath, “Yeah,” 

“You can press,” Yunho offers, “here,” 

You look down, looking at the place he gestures to on his own thigh. 

Your fingers travel there, on the tender skin of his inner thigh, close to the heavy weight of Wooyoung’s balls. You hear his breathing change, and when you press he groans. 

“Kisses feel good there too,” Yunho murmurs, his voice low and tight as if you were touching him too, “anywhere close that’s not his cock,” 

You nod, attentive, sliding closer to him between his splayed knees, and despite the curling nervousness in your gut you press a soft, featherlight kiss to his thigh. 

“Ah,” Wooyoung hisses, hands tightening. 

“There,” Yunho encourages, “that’s good,” 

You kiss again, a little firmer this time, exploring him more, inching closer to his hips. With a flash of heat in your own chest, your tongue licks a slow stripe from the soft juncture of his groin back up to the straining tendon at the base of his cock. 

Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath and jerks, “Oh, fuck,” he pants, “what the fuck,”

“Bad?” You look up at him. 

Yunho’s hand tightens on your back and Wooyoung shakes his head. 

Wooyoung’s cock twitches by your cheek, and you smile, “This isn’t so hard,” 

Wooyoung bites his lip, a laugh caught in his throat, “Yeah, well,” he says, “my cock is,” 

You roll your eyes up at him. 

“Baby,” Yunho shifts, positioned a little closer to your side, “do it again,” 

You nod and repeat the hot line of your tongue. 

“Good,” Yunho sounds breathy, and out of the corner of your eye you see his hand rest over his own cock, curling around the thick length through the fabric of his boxers, “same thing, but here,” 

Yunho reaches around with his free hand and without touching Wooyoung’s cock, he draws a line from base to tip. His hand settles on Wooyoung’s thigh, and you hear Wooyoung groan. 

You lean in, and with hesitant pressure, you lick a line up Wooyoung’s cock from base to tip just like he showed you. 

Wooyoung pants, “You can, uh,” he gathers himself, “press more,” 

Your eyes flick up at him, but you lean in to try again. 

Wooyoung’s cock jerks away from the sensation though and you stop in the middle, a hesitant look in your eyes. 

Yunho’s hand on your back gently slides up, cupping the back of your head with the most gentle pressure, and then uses his free hand to press flat to the front of Wooyoung’s cock, bracing it, “Again,” he encourages softly, “the pressure feels good, you’re not hurting him.” 

This time, you press, really press, with the firm muscle of your tongue. The wall of Yunho’s hand gives Wooyoung’s cock room to shift away, and for the first time, you hear your best friend moan. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Wooyoung sinks into the mattress, flat on his back now. 

You repeat the motion, and again, and again. 

“Focus here,” Yunho’s fingers curl around your best friend’s cock, softly brushing against the seam at the head of his cock, a heart shaped curve of velvety smooth skin. 

You bring your tongue up, and focus your attention there. Kitten licks, heavy presses, doubling down on anything that makes Wooyoung pant, moan, grip the sheets. 

“Still good?” Yunho’s fingers brush over your hair. 

You almost forgot. For a very real moment, none of the fear existed, none of the nervousness. 

“I’m great,” You smile, kissing the head of Wooyoung’s cock. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Wooyoung’s hips jerk. 

“Alright,” Yunho kisses your temple, “I think we can stop torturing him,” 

“Please,” Wooyoung twitches, his body flushed pink with need. 

“Come here,” Yunho presses between your shoulders to get you higher up on your knees, and then he stands, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Wooyoung so he can get a better vantage point. 

“Baby,” Wooyoung makes a heady whine, and something low swoops in your belly, “please, if you’re good, if you, please, touch me,” 

Yunho looks pleased, Wooyoung looks wrecked, and you’re pretty sure the rest of this is self explanatory. 

Bracing yourself with one hand on his hip and the other at the base of his cock, you sink down over him, enveloping his cock in the wet heat of your mouth. 

Wooyoung moans, deep from his chest as you sink down as far as you can go. 

“Easy,” Yunho breathes, his hands gathering up your hair to move it out of your way, “easy, baby, you don’t have to take him all the way,” 

You adjust, shifting focus to his cockhead. 

“That’s right,” Yunho murmurs, and there’s an edge to his voice that makes your belly tighten. 

This part feels instinctive, but you’re still a little fumbling. Getting the right amount of wetness, tightness to your mouth, you try to listen to his sounds as you pass your lips up and down. 

“Ah, fuck,” Wooyoung jerks, a little, “use your tongue, press up with your – fuck, just like that,” 

Your hand tightens on his thigh as you adjust. 

You taste the salt on his skin, the start of his release on your tongue, but you don’t mind it. You think you’d drink him down just like this if he keeps talking to you this way. 

“Suck me,” He begs, “just p-pull with your,” 

You hum softly, and suck. 

“I’m gonna come,” Wooyoung shakes, “I’m not gonna last,” 

“Ease off,” Yunho instructs and you lift off. 

“Fuck,” Wooyoung physically arches, his chest heaving, “what the f-fuck did you do that for?” 

“Feels better if you wait for it,” Yunho explains, looking at you, “it’s the same for you. I’ll show you sometime,” 

You don’t know what is shifting in the air between the three of you right now, but for the first time in your life the idea of a next time leaves you with the good kind of ache. 

Wooyoung looks down at you both, pushing up on his elbows, “What are you?” Wooyoung says, a shocked smile on his face, “some kind of dom?” 

Yunho grins, shaking his head, “No,” he keeps his eyes on Wooyoung, but he strokes the back of your head with his hand, “but she said teach her, I’m thorough,” 

They’re flirting. 

Something drops in your belly, and your lips part as you watch them. 

“Edging is not lesson one material,” Wooyoung pants, “Jesus,” 

Yunho shrugs, his hand smoothing over the back of your neck, “You don’t like that?” 

“Not what I said,” Wooyoung chuckles, and then he sits up, “take those off,” 

Yunho’s lips quirk into a half smile, his eyebrow raising just a tick. 

You find your voice all of a sudden, “Take them off,” 

Both of their heads snap to you. 

“You heard her,” Wooyoung nods, taking in your expression, knowing exactly how much you want this from one look. 

Yunho softens for one second, but you cut him off. 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” You tell him, hand sliding up his thigh, “I want this, let me want this.” 

Yunho peels off his boxers without another word. 

“Shit,” Wooyoung says as Yunho settles next to him. 

His cock is so much bigger than you thought it would be. It’s the only way to say it, it’s big. Heavy, long and surprisingly straight. 

Yunho clears his throat, “Yeah, well,” 

You burst out a laugh, slapping a hand over your mouth. 

“I wouldn’t recommend laughing the first time you see your boyfriend’s cock, babe,” Wooyoung just grins. 

Yunho’s cheeks go pink. 

“It’s just,” You shake your head, “I see what you mean about wanting to know I’ve never done this before,” 

Yunho’s lips quirk, “Yeah,”

“Jesus,” You breathe, “we’re going back to slow when we get to the sex part,” 

His hand slips into yours, “Of course we are,” 

You give him a squeeze, silently letting him know you’re fine, and then look up to Wooyoung. 

“Good?” He checks. 

You nod. 

“Alright,” Wooyoung trades a look between you and then reaches out, “edging is lesson one, my ass,” 

You watch as Wooyoung’s hand closes around your boyfriend’s cock, and Yunho groans, his head falling back for a second as he lets himself feel it. 

“Lesson one,” Wooyoung says, drawing his hand up and down over Yunho’s shaft, “is hand jobs,” 

You shift closer on your knees. 

“Yunho,” Wooyoung says, pressing a hand over his chest, “relax,” 

He sinks back onto his forearms, eyes trained on Wooyoung. 

“He explained teasing,” Wooyoung says, meeting your eyes, “same principles apply here,” 

You slide your hand up Yunho’s thigh, sliding closer to him so you can find the spots he showed you. 

“Yeah,” Yunho nods, swallowing tightly. 

“Watch my hand,” Wooyoung says, “watch my wrist,” 

Your eyes flick down from Yunho’s face and you watch with rapt attention. His hand bobs up and down, clear pressure around all sides, his wrist loose and rolling, making sure to connect over the head of Yunho’s cock with each stroke. 

You nod. 

“Not this,” Wooyoung shifts to a stiffer, less natural looking grip and drags his hand up and down twice. 

Yunho hisses, “Alright,” 

“Got it?” Wooyoung asks you, his hand lifting off. 

“I think so,” You exhale, nerves bubbling inside you as you take Yunho’s heavy length in your hand. 

Yunho jerks, his teeth tightening together, jawline tense, “Fuck, baby,” 

“Tell me if I do it wrong,” You say to them both, “I want it to be good for you,” 

Both of them groan. 

With slow movements, you try to mimic Wooyoung’s strokes, keeping your hand tight and your wrist loose. 

“Higher,” Wooyoung prompts softly and you comply, “yeah, good,” 

You work him more, until he’s panting. 

“Babe,” Wooyoung interrupts, “give me your hand,” 

Yunho makes a tight sound when you lift your hand off him, but you follow instructions, offering Wooyoung your hand, palm up. 

He spits in it, and you gasp, “Woo,” 

“Trust me,” He nods, “watch,” 

Yunho’s eyes are blown wide, and when you wrap your wet hand back around his cock, his hands turn into tight fists at his side. 

“It’s good?” You look up at him. 

All he can do is nod. 

Wooyoung smiles, “Keep going, you can go a little faster,” 

You work your hand, ignoring the start of an ache in your muscles. 

When Yunho groans, you look up and watch as Wooyoung lays his hand across your boyfriends abs, “You have a really pretty cock, Yunho,” 

“Fuck,” Yunho’s head falls back. 

“And a pretty girlfriend,” He adds. 

Yunho nods, “So pretty,” 

Something stirs in you. You grip his cock a little tighter, working him faster. 

“Christ, yes,” Yunho nods, his voice finally needy and breathy, “good girl,” 

You suck in a sharp breath, lips parting at his words. 

Wooyoung grins like the cat who got the cream, “You’ve got him, keep going,” 

“Ah,” Yunho’s eyes roll, “mm,” 

You watch as Wooyoung wraps a hand around his own cock and starts to pump it. With a little shake of his head, he silently tells you not to worry. 

There’s a promise of next time in his eyes. 

Whatever happens tonight, this isn’t the end, that you know for sure. 

Yunho’s sharp groan brings you back. 

“Want you to come,” You lean on his thigh, the words slipping out like you’ve said them a thousand times before. 

Yunho moans, his eyes meeting yours, nodding. 

“Please,” You manage. 

Wooyoung curses softly next to you. 

Yunho’s eyes widen hungrily when he sees the picture of you both, you perched on your knees between his thick thighs jerking him so perfectly, Wooyoung working himself over, too desperate to wait. 

“I’m close,” Yunho’s chest starts to go dark red, sweat beading at his forehead, “please, don’t stop,” 

“Not stopping,” You promise. 

His hips jerk, like he wants to fuck himself into the tight ring of your hand, and Wooyoung’s hand presses him down. 

Yunho groans, and then he shifts the energy, his hand wrapping around yours where you grip his cock, fingers slotting together around his length, “Yes, baby,” 

You nod, both of your hands syncing in time until he takes over, desperate and needy, using your hand as a cocksleeve as he fucks himself hard and tight. 

“Oh fuck,” Wooyoung groans. 

“Yunho,” Your voice is close to a whine. 

That undoes him. 

His mouth drops, breath heavy, and he pumps himself hard until his cock erupts, hot ropes of pearl white cum shooting up onto his chest, covering your combined hands as he milks his pulsing cock. 

Wooyoung groans, following him over the edge, his own release painting his abs. 

It takes a moment, both of them shaking and recovering, but then Yunho reaches for you and wraps his hands around your arms, hauling you up onto his chest and kissing you breathless. 

“You’re so fucking incredible,” He says between heady kisses, your bodies flush together, the mess of his release slick between you. 

The bed shifts, Wooyoung falling onto his back next to you both, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze. 

Gently, you slide off his chest to lie between them once again, warm bodies draped over soft, damp sheets. 

Your breath is the only sound. 

Yunho has your hand still wrapped in his, a grip that says he’s not letting go any time soon. 

Your free hand settles in Wooyoung’s hair. 

Yunho murmurs into the quiet, “Hey,” his voice low, careful, “you okay?” 

You nod, a slow smile on your face, “Not okay,” you breathe, “I’m good.” 

He gives your hand a squeeze. 

“This is the best I’ve ever felt with anyone,” You confess. 

Wooyoung kisses your arm, “You deserve that,” he says, “always.” 

A warm ache settles inside you, sated, calm. 

Yunho’s fingers brush along your skin, Wooyoung’s lips pepper kisses as the three of you stretch into the afterglow. 

“Can we…,” You sigh, “can we just pause here for tonight?” 

Wooyoung looks up at you, “Too much?” 

“No,” You assure them, “but this was perfect, I want to have one perfect night,” 

“Whenever you’re ready for more,” Yunho says, kissing your hair, “we’ll make sure it��s perfect too.” 

“When you’re ready,” Wooyoung agrees, “whenever that happens.” 

“Tomorrow,” You smile, “stay over, let’s keep going tomorrow,” 

Yunho grins, “Tomorrow,” he nods. 

“Hell yes, tomorrow,” Wooyoung kisses your arm. 

“For now,” Yunho says, sitting up, “let’s get you cleaned up,” 

Slipping from the bed, your body feels lighter. Your skin is still tingling, every nerve humming with awareness. Yunho guides you to the bathroom, Wooyoung padding softly behind you, and before you know it, you’re wrapped up in the steam of the shower with both of them. 

Under the water, your eyes fall closed and you sink into the night, letting your forehead rest against the cool tiles. 

They don’t push you, they don’t dig deeper. They give you a moment to breathe. 

Yunho’s soft fingers work shampoo into your scalp while Wooyoung laters a loofah with your body wash. Their hands pass over you with equally tender care. 

After, Yunho finds you soft clothes to wear and Wooyoung disappears into the kitchen to whip up something more substantial to eat. 

You’ll talk later about what this means for your relationship, but for now the way Yunho looks at you tells you everything you need to know about where his head is. 

On the couch, all three of you are wrapped up under the blankets just like a few hours ago. 

This time though, their hands on you feel essential. Your head rests on Yunho’s chest, your legs stretch out over Wooyoung’s, one of their hands on each of your thighs. 

Some game show plays on the television, but you’re focused on the steady, tender beat of Yunho’s heart under your cheek and the soothing stroke of Wooyoung’s hand along your skin. 

You laugh, so soft, so content, “So…,” you murmur, “did we… did we just have sex? Did I dream that?” 

Yunho smiles wide, his lips pressed to your hair, “Yeah,” he whispers, his voice warm and certain, “we did.” 

“Wow,” You breathe. 

“How do you feel?” Wooyoung nudges you. 

Your hand tangles with his, “Here,” you tell them honestly, “whole.” 

As the couch grows quiet again, you sink into them, into the knowledge that this wasn’t one time, one moment of impulse. It was the beginning of something new, of something honest. 

Your skin on theirs, you’re right where you belong. 

Ready to breathe it in again tomorrow.

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GIRL DINNER

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MV?!?! 😭

JEONG YUNHO ISTGGGGG 😭

THEYRE ALL SO FUCKIBG HOT THIS IS UNFAIRRRRR

I love the song!!!! 8.5/10 good song!!

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self-sabotage — ateez texts

in which you tell them they broke up with you in your dream.

pairing. ot8!ateez x reader. genre. established relationships, smau/texts, crack, fluff, sugg. warnings. petnames, nightmares, mention of periods, swearing.

lilo’s notes. GUESS WHO’S BACKKKK (me). happy belated valentine’s day. i thought id try something new, let me know what you guys think.

masterlist.

permanent taglist. @ad0rechuu @sankatchu @mlink64 @yeosangsbb @seonghwasbbgirl @likexaxdaydream @dreamingofyeo @yalyallic @yunhoswrldddd @coffee-addict-kitten @thunderous-wolf @chngbnwf @okdudeiime @jjoongstar

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across stardust - epilogue (j.yh)

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. 📚series masterlist 🔗read on ao3 ✨across stardust pinterest board

note: thank you all for all the love on across stardust's final chapter and the story overall. i'm so overwhelmed by the response to this fic, so i hope everyone enjoys this short epilogue. it's not long, but i hope it does provide a bit of closure and a glimpse into our couple's future and all the good things to come for them. much love 💗

tags/warnings: idol!yunho, makeup artist!reader, fem!reader, soulmates au, soulmate identifying marks, soulmate tattoos, tattoed!reader, some general allusions to anxiety, a literal nod to breeding kink but this isn't smutty, just two married people in love and being cute about their future

pairings: yunho x reader

genre: fantasy, romance, smut || soulmates au

word count: 3.2k

✧₊⁺ two years later ✧₊⁺

The keypad to your apartment door is too small, that’s the thought that flicks through your head for the hundredth time since moving here as you try to hike the heavy shopping bags higher up on your shoulder to balance the weight and try your code again. Your head hurts, a headache brewing in the back of your skull that you don’t have time for, and traffic was terrible getting back from the shopping district to your place, setting you back an hour despite how efficiently your driver tried to weave around the blocks of stopped cars. 

As you try to reset your bags again, the electronic lock light flashes green and the door pops free, leaving you stumbling into your entryway. You skid a little on the tile, dropping the bags with a heavy sigh and kicking off your shoes as the heavy door swings shut around you. 

You lean back against the wall, feeling overstimulated from the entire day, but when you take a look around, your anxiety starts to ease. Your place is clean, every little thing on your mental list already taken care of, and any lingering stress about your pre-trip to-do list fades right out of your mind as you realize Yunho must have come home early. If a little traffic and a finicky keypad is your biggest problem, the day is just not worth worrying about.

“Babe?” You call into the quiet space, “I’m home,” 

There’s no answer, but you can tell from his shoes by the door and his keys in the bowl that he’s here somewhere. You drop your purse into its designated home by his gym bag and drag a few of your shopping bags further into the apartment, bursting full of last minute travel toiletries, new outfits bought in a moment of stressful impulsivity, and shelf stable groceries for when you get home undoubtedly starving after your return red-eye flight. 

You don’t have that much time before you have to leave for the airport, a couple of hours at the most, and all you want now is to get everything situated and ready so you can take a deep breath and download a couple of new books for the flight. 

“Baby,” You call again, “Yunho, you home?” 

This time, you’re greeted with a far off voice, “Hey, jagi, I’m in the bedroom,” he says, “you need help?” 

You do, but you leave the bags behind and head down the hall towards his voice, “I’m good,” you reply, “you’re home early?” 

“Mhm,” He hums, and when you make it into the bedroom you see that he’s laying in bed but on top of the covers, the lighting dim, “we wrapped up practice early so everyone could get a start on their vacations.” 

“Ah,” You lean over and press a kiss to his mouth before taking off your outfit and reaching for something more comfortable, “were you trying to nap? Sorry if I woke you,” 

He shakes his head, “Mm-mm,” he gives you a small, close lipped smile, “just getting a headache, thought I’d rest before the flight.” 

“Me too,” You look at him like this is surprising information, but of course if one of you isn’t feeling your best, the other has at least an echo of it. 

He gives you an amused smile and then pats the bed beside him, “Come relax, you’ve been running around all day, I’ll get you some aspirin and some water,” 

With a sigh you flop right into the bed face first. 

Yunho runs a warm hand over your hair and then slides off the bed. 

You let your eyes close for a few moments, listening to the sounds of him rustling through the bathroom medicine cabinet. 

“How was today?” He asks, his voice gentle in case your headache is worse than his. 

“Mm, fine,” You roll onto your side as he comes back into the room, “just busy out with the nice weather, it took forever to get back from Myeongdong.” 

He nods, one hand outstretched with the medicine and a glass of water in his other, “Here,” he says, “I already took some, but I think it’s your head,” 

You smile, knocking back the aspirin quickly. It had taken a bit of time to figure out just how the soulmate bond worked when one of you was feeling poorly, and when it’s something less obvious than a dance injury or period cramps, the source could be either one of you. 

“Oh,” You say as you swallow back another mouthful of water to clear the dry taste of the medication, “I just got off the phone with your mom,” 

He smiles and eases back down onto the bed, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You pass him the glass of water and sink back into the pillows, “she was checking in before our trip, but asked about coming up a few weeks after we get back,” 

He nods, “I like it,” 

“I told her the guest bedroom is finally finished,” You snuggle into his side now that he’s laying down again, “I figured they can stay with us this time,”

“Perfect,” Yunho murmurs, passing a hand up and down your back. 

“How was everything with the members?” You ask, turning to look up at him. 

“Good,” He shrugs, “you know, everyone’s ancy for a bit of time off after last month,” 

Comeback and two separate concert appearances abroad had put you all through the pressure cooker, especially while you were on an opposite schedule with the Xikers team and unable to travel alongside Yunho this time. 

You nod, “And San?” 

Yunho smiles, “He practically had one foot out the door the whole time, he was leaving right for Namhae from practice,” 

“Understandable,” You press a kiss to Yunho’s chest. 

“He’s where we were,” He agrees, resting his hand over yours. 

Three months ago, San had gone home to Namhae for a charity event and bumped into a woman at a coffee shop near his father’s Taekwondo studio. It had been the quickest moment, just a touch in passing while he was in a hurry to get back to his parents as she was drowning in the morning coffee rush, not expecting that the man she’d hand back change to would brush her skin and be her sudden, fated soulmate. 

He had called Yunho in a panic, not knowing what he was supposed to do since he left in a daze, unsure of how to parse through the bizarre heaviness in his chest and sudden waves of feeling. 

It only took five minutes of Yunho talking him down for San to realize that he needed to turn around and go to her, only to run straight into her on the sidewalk as she tried to find him, the shop completely abandoned behind her. 

“I can’t wait to meet her,” You murmur, “it’s exciting that it’s not just us anymore,” 

“He’s bringing her back up this time,” Yunho adds, “I think they want to try and get a place,” 

You grin, “We’ll take them to dinner and just convince them to move in here,” 

Yunho laughs, “Here?” 

“There’s units open,” You point out, “I wouldn’t mind a friend in the building,” 

“I’ll tell San to keep that in mind,” 

You settle your cheek more comfortably against the crook of his shoulder, letting out a soft breath. 

“How’s your head?” His fingers card softly through your hair. 

“Not bad,” You assure him, “just a little tension headache, it’ll be gone soon,” 

He hums, rubbing your scalp gently at just the right pressure points. 

“Just need a minute to recharge,” You murmur, and Yunho snuggles you closer in response. 

Recharging became a bit of a code word for you both, not alone time or a date, or even needing to talk, just time with each other in the quiet, bodies touching and coming back to center. 

Your mind flicks through the to-do list though, you can’t help it. 

“You checked us in for the flights?” You ask. 

“Last night,” He confirms. 

“And we’ve got the car,” 

“Picking us up in three hours,” 

“And the,” 

“Hotel is confirmed,” Yunho soothes you, “yeobo, rest a minute, I’ve got everything handled.” 

“Sorry,” You sigh, “long week,” 

“Don’t be sorry,” He kisses your hair gently. 

“I know we said no work on this trip,” You nudge him, shifting to look up at his warm expression, “but can I show you some sketches later?” 

“Mhm,” His hand rests at the base of your neck, massaging the knots there, “what are you working on?” 

“Concepts for the Seoul concert,” You explain, thinking of just how important this show would be for Xikers, their largest venue to date, “we got set design details this week, I’ve just been thinking through some of the looks,” 

“Show me at the airport?” He offers, “Or on the flight, whatever works. I’d love to look at them,” 

You nod with a smile up at him, making a mental note to take your iPad out of your work bag and put it in your travel bag so you can show him the concept art and email over your final work to the team from the plane.

Some days you miss working on the Ateez team, but the opportunities and creative seniority on the Xikers team is something you probably would have only achieved through the high stakes contract negotiations. Despite the longer hours and added responsibilities though, you love it, and you love Yunho for how fiercely he’s supported you and your work as you take such a big step. 

You glance once more at the clock, but Yunho rolls you into a spooning position and gathers you up, “Relax,” he presses again, “just for a few minutes,”

Finally, your body lets you. 

Tension unspools from the knot in your neck, the aspirin finally starting to work on the low throb in your skull, and before you know it you’re half asleep in your husband’s arms. He rests with you awhile, but eventually keeps you both company by flicking through videos on his phone for you both to turn your brain off to. 

At what feels like the tenth video of an adorable dog, you sigh, “I want a puppy,” 

Yunho pauses the video of a yellow lab puppy with paws too big for its uncoordinated body, and he huffs a small, amused laugh, curling around you to see your face, “Yeobo, we’re on tour for half the year,” 

“I know, I know,” You shift in his hold until you’re facing him again, “it wouldn’t be fair to get a dog and then leave him,” 

He nods. 

You pull him closer by the front of his t-shirt and let his arms loop around you, your cheek against the steady thump of his heart when you relax into him again. 

“Someday,” He murmurs, kissing your hair, “I like dogs,” 

You nod into him, and the words slip out before you can stop them, “Next year, when you enlist,” 

He tenses a little, “Yeah?” 

“Let’s get a puppy before you go,” You murmur, “I don’t want to be all alone here,” 

His arms tighten around you, “Sweetheart,” he sighs, “are you worried about that?” 

“Only a little,” You confess, “but at least then we won’t be touring, I can be here with it and he’ll keep me company while you’re away,” 

“Yeah?” Yunho kisses your hair. 

“We should do it before you go though,” You tell him, “so the puppy knows you a bit, has a chance to bond with you,” 

Yunho pulls back, smiling down at you, “Been thinking about this a lot?” 

You shrug. 

His grin widens, “Yeah,” he dips low to kiss you before gathering you back up against his chest, “okay, let’s get a puppy next year.” 

You smile against the soft skin of his throat. 

“It’ll be good practice for a baby,” He says the words calmly and casually as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“Not right away,” His clarifies, his hand still absent mindedly smoothing up and down your back, “and we’ll be promoting a lot after we come back from service, but, I was thinking about it,” 

“You were?” Your voice is small. 

“A little,” He borrows your words, a soft kiss against your hair, “a few years from now, I mean, we’ll be in our thirties by then,” 

Your stomach does a pleasant flip flop, “That’s true,” 

“I’ll come back,” He murmurs, “we’ll make a few albums, and then you know, we’ll move into a bigger place and make few babies,” 

You grin, nudging him in the ribs, “A few,” 

“What?” He laughs, looking down, “I thought you wanted two kids,”

  You roll your eyes, “Yunho, a few is not two, a few is at least three,” 

“Okay,” He shrugs, “fine, we’ll have three kids, four if you want, five at the most, but you’re going to have to sell me on it,” 

“Yunho!” You laugh, pushing against his chest. 

He grins and rolls you smoothly onto your back, settling above you and brushing his fingers along your cheek, “I’m kidding,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, “one baby, two, I don’t care, whatever you want,” 

“Oh yeah?” You melt under him, “Whatever I want?” 

He nods, “Anything,” 

“What do you want?” You nudge him gently. 

He softens, letting his weight drop a little more over you as he kisses you tenderly, “I want everything with you, yeobo, I always have,” 

Your fingers card through his hair, his lips warm and soft against yours.

“I want a home,” He murmurs, kissing you again, “a dog,” 

You smile as his lips travel to your jaw. 

“As many babies as you’ll give me,” He confesses, his voice warm and deep against your ear. 

You gasp as his teeth nip at your ear, his hand winding between you to slip into the top of your shorts, “Yunho,” 

He nods against you, the sound of his name on your lips something he never tires of, “Yes, jagi?” 

You blink, trying to keep your head, “We don’t have time, our flight,” 

“Mm,” He checks the clock on the bedside table, “we’re already packed, we’re fine, baby,” 

“Yun,” His name again a strained, taut sound as his fingers deftly slip between your folds. 

“How’s your head?” He checks softly, kisses travelling over your skin. 

“Better,” You admit. 

“Then we have time,” He murmurs, “I promise,” 

You answer him with a soft sigh, your thighs parting for him. 

“We’ll get a little practice in,” He teases and you fall apart into warm laughter. 

“Okay,” You pull him in close, to-do list be damned, “let’s practice.” 

He loves you slow, fucks you softly until you’re ready for him, opening your body up petal by petal. He makes love to you to with promises whispered in your ear, and by the end you’re nothing but a sated puddle, the freshly made bed ruined underneath you. 

It’s a mad dash out of the apartment by the time you’re both ready, frantically checking and re-checking your bags to make sure you have your passports, not a chance you’re missing out on your first vacation together since Jeju, a trip away just the two of you that was long overdue. 

At the airport, Yunho keeps you tucked closely to his side, pulling you towards check in and your gate with a smoothness that could only be a result of his years navigating Incheon. There are less photographers, much less press than if he had been travelling as a member of Ateez, but there’s still a few, and you both kindly dodge any questions as he weaves you through the small crowd. His hand stays firmly on your lower back the whole time, an awareness thrumming through him despite his easy going smiles at the camera. 

It’s a strange new normal now that you’re publicly together. A few years ago you would have never imagined walking side by side with him like this, let alone touching, openly romantic in a way you never thought you’d be afforded.

But times have changed. 

Everything’s changed. 

On the plane, with Yunho’s fingers threaded with yours, you think about it all.

After the announcement, things did get difficult, just like their CEO predicted. For a little while it was every bad thing you could have imagined, but just like it's always been true, bad things end, and at the end of all that was a life so much brighter than you ever thought you could have. 

The cruel comments, the letters, the threats, you hardly remember their words anymore. 

The change started with the members, each of them posting their very public and proud support of you both, and then it all just kept coming. Other idols spoke up too, lending their support to you both and asking the same questions as Yunho did in his letter; what is fair for idols to endure for the sake of a fantasy? 

When retired idols started revealing their truths about finding their soulmates and the difficulties they faced with their companies, with their careers, you could almost feel the physical shift in the air. Yunho wasn’t the first idol to find his soulmate, you had been right all along about how unlikely that would have been, and now you had idol after idol sharing their own story and standing with you both in solidarity, in strength.  

Slowly, the voices of those who supported you both got louder and more frequent, and life found its way back to steady. Comebacks, tours, appearances, fancalls, all of it right back into place. For the most part, his fans were still his fans, and many of them, to your absolute surprise, embraced you too.  

As Korea fades away from your airplane window, you turn to finishing up a little work before watching a movie side by side with Yunho on one of the little screens, headphones split between you. Eventually you sleep, both of you dropping off together, hands still tightly clasped on the console between you.

When Yunho wakes you, hours and hours later, the plane cabin is just starting to raise the lights for landing. Your husband kisses you softly, and then nods towards the window. 

It’s nighttime in Paris, the sky inky and dark, but below the city shines, boulevards cutting wide swaths across streets and dividing up each arrondissement into glittering pockets of light. As the plane banks, your eyes catch on the unmistakable glow of the Eiffel Tower as it erupts into silvery stars. 

“Just for you,” Yunho murmurs, his fingers soft on your cheek as he turns you back to him. 

“For us,” 

He leans into you, capturing your mouth in a kiss, a warmth blooming in your chest as his fingertips brush against his soulmark. 

He promised to bring you back here someday when you didn’t have to hide, and from the start, he’s kept every promise he’s made to you. 

This time when you walk through the city together it’s daytime, the spring sun warm and the trees blooming along the riverbank. 

This time, your hand is in his on the same side of the Seine.

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