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in vino veritas

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: hongjoong loves art, wine, and pretty girls. how convenient that on the opening night of his art gallery, as he sips his red wine, his eyes land on you. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!hongjoong x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.1k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!hongjoong, bratty!reader, artist!hongjoong 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: voyeurism, oral (m receiving), toys, gagging, hint of ddlg

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: divorced parent child, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i always write the reader as inexperienced or innocent, this time i'm trying a different approach hehe hopefully it works!

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔,

𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒓.

𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈.

it is a challenge to find an outfit appropriate for the evening. you do not wish to go, not since your mother has made it clear she is going only for mr kim. your father, as his best friend since childhood, would be there, and your mother couldn't pass the opportunity to continue her game of jealousy since their separation.

"bold of you to assume that mr kim will even lay his eyes on you." you comment, passing by her room and glancing at her outfit choice. a red dress shorter than her knees with a low neckline. a classic. funnily enough, she used the very same dress to separate your father's then girlfriend from him and took him for herself. she is your mother, but you don't close your eyes at her mistakes. "besides, you're not twenty anymore. that dress doesn't look flattering at all. it's not age appropriate."

"god, just like your father. insults, insults-"

"oh, so when i kiss your ass i am like you, but when i disagree with you, i am like my father? how lovely."

"go to your room and get dressed."

"why do i have to go? you're the one who's trying to get dicked down toni-"

"go to your room!"

defeated, you groan and slam your door shut, then throw yourself on the bed. even with your head buried under your pillows, you still hear her obnoxious voice.

"and don't talk back to me! you've become very rude, and i will not have you embarrass me in front of our friends there! especially not in front of hongjoong."

you don't remember mr kim. you only know that he had a wife, that she also cheated, much like your mother, and since then he only travels and creates art wherever he goes. ever since you got the invitation, you've been trying to find out how he looks now. but all he posts on his social media is the destinations he's visiting, food and sneak peeks of his art. not even a glimpse of him in any picture. come to think of it, your mother's standards are pretty high. your father had your school friends coming over to your house just for him, you can only imagine what mr kim looks like.

deciding on a simple short sweater dress and knee high boots, you put your coat on and head into the autumn evening. your mother trails behind, having difficulties with walking in such high heels. you don't wait, still angry about her plan involving your poor father and an innocent man.

it is only seven in the evening, and something tells you that you'll be here for a very long time. at least midnight. on the bright side, you'll finally see your father. and meet the mystery man behind all the artwork you've been admiring. he doesn't post much of it, but what you've seen, it's pretty damn amazing.

"dad!" you spot him as soon as you enter the crowded space, your father with his recognizable thomas shelby outfit and a glass of whiskey in his hand. you hug him, tight as always, and subconsciously smell him. tobacco, whiskey, and vanilla. home.

"hey, kid." he returns the hug, a little less tight than yours as to not hurt you. "oh you smell great! that the new perfume i got you?"

"oh, i absolutely love it. i bathe in it every day."

"i'm so glad you like it." he gently ruffles your hair, enough to show affection but to not mess it up completely. "now, where's ursula?"

"very mature, calling your ex wife a cartoon villain. what, i put on a few pounds, so what?"

"it's not about the pounds, and you know it."

you turn your head away from your mother, hiding the laugh that is threatening to escape. but she catches the way your father winks your way, and claps her hands, causing a few heads to turn.

"a father and daughter teaming up on her mother. lovely. if you love him more than me, why don't you go live with him?"

you finally look at her, one eyebrow raised in disbelief. "you threatened to hurt yourself if you saw me exit the house with a suitcase. you guilt tripped me, called yourself an awful mother and whatnot. what are you on about?"

defeated, she tries to push the glass of whiskey out of your father's hand, and when failing to do so, she groans and stomps down the gallery hall. and yet she calls you two mature sarcastically.

"i truly hope she finds someone crazy enough to handle her, just so you can finally move out and have a life of your own. is she giving you a hard time?"

"i can handle her. usual guilt tripping and nagging, nothing new. how was your trip?"

your father happily tells you all about his recent trip to spain and france, which was mr kim hongjoong's gift to him for birthday. he went on and on about all the food he tried, all the buildings and art he saw, and how fun and informed about everything mr kim was.

"he knew so much that i was ashamed to be walking with him sometimes. i didn't know the difference between baroque and rococo. hell, i didn't know what rococo even was. i'm definitely taking you to see la sagrada familia on my next week off."

"sounds great, dad."

"listen, i'm gonna go find the restroom, too much whiskey," he whispers, "you feel free to walk around and watch. if you see something you like, i'll ask hongjoong for the price and i'll get it for you."

you look at him with a scoff, but when you see that he is dead serious, you raise your eyebrows. "what? you'd buy an art piece worth thousands of pounds?"

"family discount," he winks at you once again, then disappears into the crowd.

"a drink, madam?" someone says next to you.

your eyes land on the tray with glasses of red and sparkling wine, the person holding it dressed in a simple white dress shirt and black slacks, hair slicked back and white gloves on his hands.

"no thanks, i don't drink."

he nods understandingly, then continues his journey towards the arriving guests. you were never one to buy art. well, you weren't exactly one to be really into it. you see a picture, a sculpture or something similar, you think it's neat. do you go out of your way to find out the artist, or search for more? not quite. but walking down the waxed floor under the rich chandeliers and looking at the massive paintings, you might get into it. finally, something that is not minimalism or some picasso-wannabe shit. stunning golden frames, detailed paintings, and harmony of colours on canvas. all of it put together so perfectly, as if it was brought back from the times of renaissance and not painted in an atelier just outside of town earlier this year.

"drink?"

"i said no already, thanks." you reply, not bothering to look at the person.

"just a sip? to loosen up. you look rather stiff."

you turn your head towards the voice, confused as to why the waiter is persistent. but next to you stands a well dressed man, two glasses of red wine in his hands. he wears black slacks, a tight black turtleneck, and a long black coat. his eyes are pools of honey under the yellow chandeliers, and his hair shiny streaks of gold. he looks breath taking, and you almost thank your mother for dragging you here.

he holds the wine glass for you to take, and you do so. he raises his own towards you, then takes a sip of it, not once breaking eye contact with you. you bring yours to your lips, and the alcohol barely touches them before you move it away. you were never a fan of alcoholic drinks. they tasted awful, and brought out the worst in you. you don't want to embarrass your father tonight. or yourself in front of this gorgeous looking man.

"you've spent quite some time looking at this. admiring the work or surprised at the nudity?"

you scoff, looking at the painting again. gradually going down the hall, the art becomes less art and more erotica. how disappointing. "not admiring, that's for sure."

"oh? how so?" he asks, intrigued.

"well, for starters, very unrealistic. such big breasts and such a tiny waist? has that hongjoong ever seen a woman in his life?"

he laughs along with you, taking another sip of his wine. "i heard he paints with live models, so i'm guessing that this woman really exists somewhere."

"alright, i'll let you have that one. what about this? very inaccurate." you walk over to the next painting, pointing out all the things you were dissatisfied with.

"even an art critic isn't this harsh. it's just art, at the end of the day. an artist's way of escaping and creating his own world to get lost in. nothing wrong with that, right? writers and readers have books, gamers have games, chefs have cooking and baking, and artists have art."

"well, if the artist is an old pervert and all his inspiration comes from naked women, then sure. nothing wrong with that."

after a few moments of silence, you look over at him. he stares at the painting, puzzled. you clear your throat, sensing the awkward air enveloping you both. "i would love to continue this conversation, but if i stay i will only become meaner and accidentally insult you, and i certainly wouldn't want that. i'm passionate when it comes to me being right and proving others wrong."

you give him the glass of wine back with a sour grin, and he returns a scoff of disbelief. "charming."

"wasn't trying to be."

and with that, you leave him standing with two glasses of wine again, just like he approached you. you visit the restroom too, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. all the women are gorgeous tonight, wearing classy dresses and heels, and suddenly you feel underdressed.

"oh my god, your boots are so cool!" as if she heard your overthinking, the girl behind you exclaims. "where did you get them?"

"uh, i think it was a sale at zara. very uncomfortable though, i don't recommend." you reply with a laugh.

"that's okay, they look so pretty it's worth it. anyways, love your makeup." then, she exits the restroom.

you look at your boots, plain black with a chunky heel and over the knees. nothing special about them. still, you appreciate the compliment.

it doesn't take long for you to find your father again, this time in front of a sculpture of, again, a half naked woman. how odd.

"there you are! found anything?"

"no," you reply dryly, and refrain yourself from nasty comments because of his friends.

"well, that's a shame. hongjoong, this is my daughter i've been telling you about."

your heart drops when you hear his name, and then drops a little lower when your eyes lock with the familiar brown ones you just abandoned further down the hall.

"oh, i've had the pleasure," he responds, not looking surprised like you. "an informed young woman, for sure."

so much for embarrassing yourself. if he is offended, he doesn't show it. he only extends his hand as a formal greeting, and when you offer him yours to shake, he turns it over and kisses the top of it. you are baffled, unable to do or say anything. you look over at your father, who doesn't blink an eye to the unusual situation you've found yourself in. mr kim releases your hand, but not before holding eye contact with you just a few seconds longer.

"ah, right, hongjoong is a gentleman. also, if you didn't already notice, he loves women. not like that, of course. they're just-"

"they are my biggest muse. this world's biggest and prettiest treasure."

"charming," you repeat his word from earlier.

he smirks, teasingly. you want to slap the smirk off his face. he adjusts the sleeves of his turtleneck, rolling them up to his elbows and showing off his forearms. it is only then that you notice he isn't wearing the coat anymore, and you have the freedom of shamelessly staring at his body. his forearms are big, painted with bulging veins. the turtleneck hugs his waist and chest perfectly, to the point of slightly showing the outline of his abs. he isn't bulky, but built like a greek statue. he holds himself so elegantly, not bothered what anyone has to say about his work. it's a shame, because you still have a lot to say, regardless of how hot and bothered you are for him at the moment.

"ah, let me just clarify something. in case someone thinks that i'm just an old pervert..." he discreetly glances at you, making your jaw drop slightly, "...all these women have come to me and asked to be painted or sculpted. i have never once asked a woman to undress for me, nor did i sexualize her when she did so herself. i see art, not porn material."

your father seems offended that someone could have made such an assumption. little did he know that the culprit was the young woman right next to him, hiding behind his glass of wine.

"say, hongjoong, how does that work? do i have to send you an e-mail? or just show up at your door?"

if you thought that the situation couldn't get more awkward, your mother decided to prove you wrong.

"mom!" you scold, pink spreading on your cheeks as you look at the people surrounding you.

"what? why wouldn't i want to be painted by such a handsome-"

"unfortunately, at the moment i do not take any commissions. the gallery is my priority."

and just like that, mr kim shuts her down. he spares her no glance, in respect towards your father, or simply because he is disgusted by such an idea and behaviour. he is not stupid, that you notice. he seems to know the difference when someone genuinely wants to be painted, and when someone tries to take advantage of the situation and expects something from him.

as the night goes, you notice that kim hongjoong isn't old like you called him. he is your father's age, sure, but he aged like fine wine. it takes a lot of staring and concentration to notice a few gray strands of hair cleverly hidden among the golden brown ones. you notice that he doesn't talk much. he lets the people around him talk, and only engages when they have a question about a work of his.

you also notice his hands. his fingers, specifically. you can't help but imagine his fingers dipped in clay, shaping it the way his mind intended, his focused gaze and messy hair. you wish to see him at work, at least once in your life. just to satisfy your imagination. because to make a move with a man of that age is just absurd, and disrespectful towards your father. and himself. he just said that he doesn't do it for sexual purposes, and you were almost offering him the same thing as your mother.

awful.

you glance at him one more time, and when you find him already staring at you with an intense gaze, you take it as your cue to leave. a look of hatred, curiosity or lust, you didn't know. you only knew that you felt nervous under his stare, sweat emerging on your skin and stomach turning from fear that he read your mind and caught you thinking about him inappropriately.

"it's a bit late, i'll excuse myself."

"oh, already?" your father asks, planting a kiss on your temple. "i suppose it is quite late. do you need me to walk you back home?"

"no, that's fine. you guys have fun though. oh, mr kim."

mr kim looks at you, surprised that you're addressing him after all night of avoiding his gaze. "yes?"

"wonderful works, truly. thank you for the invite." it's the least you can do after shamelessly shitting on his work in front of him.

"why, thank you. i appreciate it, especially coming from my best friend's daughter. let me walk you to the door."

and you don't get a say in it. your father practically pushes you into his best friend, who skillfully grabs your waist and restores your balance. your breathing seems to stop the few seconds he holds you, grip secure and manly on your body. when he releases you, it feels empty. you wish to be held again, manhandled, thrown around, anything by him.

"listen, i'm sorry for what i said." you say, walking towards the door and keeping up with him.

"mhm," he hums, as if it's not a big deal.

"no, really, i just..."

"it's fine." he says, holding your coat in the air for you.

"i sometimes speak before i think," you put one arm in the sleeve, "and i end up hurting someone or embarrassing myself."

"it's really fine." he says, tone calm and low. he helps your other arm in the sleeve, then, as if he knew your newfound weak spot, he places his hands on your waist and turns you towards him. only now, you are so determined to apologize to him that you don't even notice what he is doing.

"in this case, i did both. mr kim, please, accept my apology." he adjusts the collar of the coat, then buttons it up.

"i told you, it's fine." he is persistent.

you are a babbling mess, trying to correct the image of yourself he has created in his head, which couldn't possibly be good. after all, mr kim hongjoong is way too hot to have a bad opinion about you. you continue speaking, and he continues adjusting your clothes. it is not until he firmly grabs your jaw in his big warm hand that you shut your mouth. you look at him, almost startled, and gulp.

"i appreciate honest opinion. you are the only one who didn't kiss my ass tonight, and i appreciate it more than all the compliments i've gotten. so trust me when i say that it is fine. don't ever apologize for your opinions, you're not that kind of girl."

"what kind of girl do you think i am?"

he smirks, then rubs your cheek with his thumb as he brings your face closer to his. "not a good one, that's for sure."

the words shoot arrows to your core, and you suddenly feel hotter than the hottest summer day. you exhale shakily, not knowing what to do with yourself. he looks satisfied with the reaction you gave him, and decides to finally stop teasing.

"watch the road when crossing." he sends you a playful wink, then opens the door for you.

"thank you," you manage to say, and only nod his way before making your way down the street into the chilly autumn night.

the more time you spend with your father, the more you keep hearing about the artist who won't leave your mind anyway. from his stories, mr kim has been spoiling him rotten. no wonder he isn't home anymore. sitting on your father's porch on his swinging chair and taking in the last rays of sunshine before the harsh winter, you can't help but ask about the mystery man.

"how come he's your childhood best friend but i've only met him that evening?"

"well, you were young. you didn't pay any attention to things that aren't crushes, school and gossip."

"wow."

"it's true. you were just a kid, then a teen. and hongjoong wasn't around much during the day. then, he met ramona and moved with her to a different town. and then, while he was trying to save money and start a family, she was jumping on someone else on the bed that he bought with the last savings. they separated, and hongjoong started travelling just so he could be away from the town. he said everything reminds him of the night he found them. and i accompany him, which is really hard for me as you can see."

"oh, you're living a very hard life at the moment, dad. jokes aside, that sucks for him. do i know her?"

your father scrunches his eyebrows, as if he doesn't want to remember the woman. "she's still around. she was at the gallery, that whore."

it surprises you to hear him say such harsh words. he is usually semi-polite with his speech. mr kim must've really gone through something when even your father reacts like this.

"really? why would she come? did she have the invitation?"

"no, of course not. this isn't a big town, words spread faster than anything. she came with her boytoy to make fun of him, but got shat on when she saw how successful he has gotten. she just looked at me, tried to push the statue like a fucking idiot, then left angrily. i don't know what goes on in that woman's mind."

you scoff, then feel relieved that there was a bigger fool than you there. "how did he become an artist?"

"you can ask him that yourself. he doesn't bite, you know."

you take a sip of the peach tea, then set it aside quickly. still scorching. "why would you say that? i'm not scared of him or anything."

"you were running away from him yesterday. i didn't want to ask because i didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but it was a little disrespectful towards him. he was hurt."

"did he tell you that?" you raise an eyebrow.

"no...?"

"he'll live." you simply say, then grab your phone.

you type his name in the social app again, hoping to see a new post. and there it is, a brand new post, just twenty seconds ago. simple pictures from that night, the group posing in front of the museum, then in front of various photos. then, random shots of food, drinks, and finally, you.

you, staring at the photo that you loved the most in the hall, taken from the profile. it looks like something that jumped out of pinterest, and not something that he secretly snapped before approaching you. the photo is so good that you might even post it yourself.

art admiring art, the caption says. you're surely reading too much into it. he doesn't mean it about you. there's multiple people in the photos, for god's sake. but no, your delusional self loves to make an appearance, and thus the filthy thoughts of kim hongjoong resurface again. you've been trying to push it down, especially in front of your father, but one night of insomnia, a fresh image of kim hongjoong in a tight turtle neck grabbing your face, and a hand down your sleepwear, you've fallen into the void.

now, you can't escape it. you fantasize about him, day and night, stalk his accounts, even take the longer route to work just to pass by the museum in hopes of catching a glance of him. but all you've gotten is sore feet and more sexual frustration. nothing helps anymore, not a single toy that you have once neatly packed under the bed and were collecting dust up until recently. so when your father asks you to drop some things over at the atelier, you are happy to do it.

when you hear the word atelier, you expect a cozy little room in an old building with wooden furniture and with the smell of paint. but you forget that kim hongjoong is filthy rich. the address your father has given you takes you to a whole wooden cabin just outside of town, surrounded by a light forest. you gulp, realizing what situation you are in.

you are about to be alone with the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. you are about to walk into his personal space. and you have to keep your thoughts collected, just in case he is a good people reader. and you somehow feel like he is. you are wet just standing outside, holding the bag of items your father has sent him and shamelessly thinking about all possible ways he would fu-

"oh, hi. i thought i saw someone standing there. please, do come in." mr kim calls from the door, wiping his hands with a cloth. you see stains of paint all over them, and paired with his bulging veins, you realize that you aren't the strongest soldier today and that you have to run home to a certain device as soon as possible.

"good evening, sir. i actually just came to drop this off, per my father's request." you hold out the bag for him to take.

he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, still standing at the door. "you can approach, the cabin doesn't bite."

you exhale, trying to calm your heart beat. it feels like it's going to jump out and plunge straight into his face. you finally make your way towards him, trying to avoid his gaze. you don't know if he does it on purpose, but it is so intense that it feels like even your hair is sweating. he is looking you up and down as you approach, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. he takes the bag from your hand, seeing that you don't plan on speaking yet.

"and i don't bite either." he smirks, then goes back inside the cabin.

"i wish you did," you mumble, then follow after him.

the place smells like paint, just how you imagined. and it is much cozier than it looks outside. you finally get a good look at him, now that his attention is on the contents of the bag. he wears a halfway unbuttoned white dress shirt, almost see through, black slacks, and has messy hair. as if he read your thoughts, he runs his fingers through it, taming the golden strands and showing off his finely aged face.

"a drink?" he asks, hand reaching for the wine bottle that sits on the table among the brushes. "ah, right. i forgot."

he pours himself a glass instead. you bite the inside of your cheek. you hate it, you really do. but for him? no, you're not like that. not with your father's friend, god no.

"this one is actually very sweet. it doesn't have that much alcohol in it. want a sip?"

he holds his own glass for you to try. under the warm yellow lights, you see the outline of his lips on the edge of the glass. you feel ashamed that you do take the glass, and press the lips on the same outline. it takes every ounce in you not to jump into his arms and make out with him like there's no tomorrow. but you manage, only taking a sip of the dark liquid before returning the glass to him. you keep the liquid inside your mouth, afraid to let it pour down your throat. you are not ready for the stinging and bitter aftertaste. but the longer you hold it, the more you look like a squirrel with puffy cheeks and your eyes tear up.

mr kim notices, and chuckles. not mockingly, but maybe a bit fondly. he approaches you, taking your jaw into his hand again. you notice the dried paint on his fingers, and his rolled up sleeves again. his eyes look into yours, and if he wasn't holding your head up so you can look at him, you would surely turn around and leave. it is too much, yet you don't have many options at the moment. to look away, or to maintain the eye contact. he seems to be into it, and so you give it to him. you are starting to be into it too.

his thumb rubs your cheek, much like that night. his eyes roam your face, as if he is memorizing every single detail on it. he licks his lips, and his gaze softens. "swallow for me."

in the dead silence, you can almost hear your sanity shatter. you do as he tells you, with no thoughts in your brain. the liquid stings your throat, but the growing lust inside of you overshadows it. you subconsciously lick your lips, mimicking him. he smiles to himself, noticing it.

"good girl."

what you didn't expect is for him to turn around and sit on the wooden stool, rolling his sleeves further up and getting back to his painting. you stand in the middle of the room, red faced, warm and with drenched panties, shocked at his behaviour. does he do this with his models too? gets flirty, then continues his work like nothing happened? is that how he gets such erotic paintings?

"you can sit on the couch if you want, i'll be done soon. i can drive you back."

you sit on the couch, immediately sinking into it. "how did you know i didn't drive here?"

"you always walk," he simply replies, his back still turned towards you and his hands working on the canvas, "i see you every day when you pass by the museum."

oh.

"what do you say? think you can manage with me for half an hour in here? i heard you don't like me much."

your cheeks are redder than ever, lust combined with embarrassment bringing out the worst in you. "i apologized."

you hear him chuckle. "i know. no harm in a little teasing."

minutes feel like hours as you sit upside down on the comfy green couch, legs resting over the backrest and head hanging from the couch above the carpet. he doesn't pay you much attention, but all of your attention is on him. you watch as his back muscles move when he reaches for a certain paint or brush on the high shelves, as his fingers run through his hair to get it out of his face, as his hand rubs the paint into the canvas. you feel a sensation on your clit, seeing his finger rub the paint in such an erotic way that you think it's not a coincidence.

you breathe out, trying to calm yourself again. you could leave, yes. but you don't want to. you're fine. you'll live. you distract yourself with snooping around his drawers next to the couch. you find a clean set of brushes, unused paint, and packages of clay. you play with the brushes, tapping them like drumsticks, then acting out spells from harry potter, and whatnot. until you decide to dim that little spark of dignity you had left.

you glance at hongjoong again, who still sits on the stool and has made progress on the painting. you flip your skirt over, and move your panties aside. using the soft part of the brush, you glide it over your clit, and shudder at the feeling. he stops for a moment, and you hurriedly put the skirt back in place. he doesn't spare you a glance, but simply takes a sip of wine. when he returns to his work, you also return to yours.

your hand reaches for one of the pillows, and gets trapped under your teeth as your other hand continues teasing you with the soft brush. you bite into the poor pillow, tug it and arch your back, all while pleasuring yourself with kim hongjoong's brushes, on his couch, right behind his back. you go painfully slow, as to not make too much noise. you're driving yourself crazy, and you can't help but imagine what wonders he could do to you if he just turned around.

so close to reaching the release, you close your eyes, and throw your head back further, still in the upside down position. the brush works faster, the soft bristles gently but fast brushing against your swollen clit, caressing your nerves just right. so damn close, just a tad bit more, and-

"put that down."

like frost, his voice makes all the heat and lust disappear from your body. you sit still, eyes still closed, hoping that he will just disappear if you do so. that you will get yourself out of the awkward situation.

"i said..." you hear footsteps, and before you can actually listen to him, he grabs you by your jaw again, forcing you to look at him, "...put. that. down."

his eyes are stone cold, eyebrows furrowed. you gulp, feeling so small and miserable under his gaze.

"now."

your hand drops the brush on the couch, then fixes the skirt. you try to sit up straight, but hongjoong's grip on your face is strong. you stay still, waiting for the scolding to begin. you're terrified, you want to disappear. you want to drown in that bucket of paint that sits next to his stool, and never resurface again.

"what the hell do i do with you? first you hate me, then you like me, then you avoid me. now, you ride my painting brushes? how am i supposed to approach this?"

you don't try to speak. you don't trust yourself with words. you can only sound pathetic, begging for forgiveness again. so you decide to keep your mouth shut and let him be disappointed in you. he breaks eye-contact with you, only to have a sip of his wine which he brought over to the couch. he keeps it in his hand, eyes locked on you again. his thumb caresses your bottom lip, while his eyes roam the state of your body. your chest still rises and falls quickly, coming down from an orgasm denial. flushed cheeks, sweaty forehead with hair sticking to it, almost drool covered pillow with bite marks, and your arousal on his brushes and couch.

hongjoong breathes out his nose, a glint visible in his eyes.

"open up." he says, voice raspy and eyes softened.

you do as he says, opening your mouth until his thumb can comfortably sit in it. he massages your tongue, circling it and playing with it. he takes another sip of the dark liquid, then looks at you with that glint again. he removes his thumb, only to bring his head closer and pour the liquid from his mouth into yours. you swallow it without hesitation, too mesmerized and aroused by the situation. never in your life did you think that drinking from someone else's mouth was going to make you almost orgasm.

"good girl," he praises, voice barely a whisper in the silent cabin.

he downs the rest of it, then throws it on the floor aside. the glass cracking makes you twitch, but he is quick to hush you and caress your cheek.

"s-sir-" you finally speak, not even sure what you want to say.

"yes?" the man replies.

"i- i should-" you stutter, trying to come up with anything that will get you out of there, "i should go."

hongjoong raises an eyebrow, believing your words as much as you believe them. his hands fumble with the zipper of his slacks. then, he takes the pillow you had just used and gently puts it under your head.

"comfy?"

"yes...?" you say, confused.

"good."

through the opening of his pants, he pulls himself out, wasting no time in giving it a few slow strokes. your mouth waters at the sight, even if it is upside down. his hard, thick cock leaks above your head, ready to be licked clean.

"open up for me, princess."

you shudder at the nickname, and at the way he gently holds your head so that it is aligned with his cock. you open your mouth once again, slightly sticking your tongue out for him. the man presses the tip against your lips, coating them in pre-cum before pushing past them. he grunts, placing both of his hands on your cheeks to hold your head still. the warm muscle glides against your tongue, kissing the back of your neck. you can't help but imagine how it would glide inside of you, slowly, or fast, gently, or hard. you'll take anything he gives you.

"relax your throat, baby." his voice is raspy and quiet in your ears.

you do as told, trying your best to relax it. as soon as you do, hongjoong seems to lose himself a bit. he slams his hips forwards, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat and making you gag around him. tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you don't let them. his hand then reaches over to your skirt, flipping it over and exposing your drenched panties still pulled aside.

his fingers find your entrance without teasing, and he dips his finger in so easily. your walls squelch around him, arousal flooding and coating his digits. due to the position you're in, his rough fingers rub your spongy wall exactly how you need it. you squirm under his touch, feeling overstimulated even though you haven't orgasmed yet. he adds two more fingers, stuffing you almost to the brim. you're full of him, in both holes, and a whiny and squirming mess.

he abuses your mouth, admiring the outline of his cock on your neck.

"rub your pretty clit for me, princess."

hesitantly, your fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing it in circles and guiding yourself closer to an orgasm. hongjoong's fingers are restless in your hole, pumping in and out, making you moan and whine around his cock. the vibrations must feel good for him, because he throws his head back and groans. entirely lost in the pleasure of your tight mouth against him, he can't help but slam his hips harder and faster, and his fingers start matching the rythym.

you try to beg, but all the words are muffled by his equally abused cock.

"what was that, pretty girl?" he looks down at you, pure ecstasy on his face.

"please-" you somehow manage to say it.

"please? do you know what you're begging for?"

you shake your head. you don't, truly. begging for him to speed up? to slow down? to make you orgasm? or not? you have no idea. you just beg him, to give you everything he has to offer.

the moment is shattered when your phone rings, the word dad on the screen making your stomach turn. hongjoong stops, giving you a moment to collect yourself before handing you the phone. he helps you sit up straight, putting a pillow under you so that you are comfortable. you take a deep breath, who knows which one in the row that day. hongjoong caresses your cheek, as if he wasn't deep inside you both ways just seconds ago. charming, he'd say.

"hello?" you answer the phone.

"hey, kid. did you deliver those things to hongjoong?"

"yes, dad."

"great! i was thinking about inviting him for dinner tomorrow. wanna come and help me?"

"sure thing."

"i was thinking steak, with that whiskey sauce you make..."

you are no longer paying attention, because hongjoong is on his knees in front of the couch. he gently spreads your legs, and looks at you with a mischievous look. you shake your head silently, asking him to not do anything. but all falls in water when hongjoong licks a stripe up your slit and you shake under his touch. your legs close reflexively, but the older man is quick to hold your thighs in place as he devours you on his couch. he makes out with your folds, as if he is kissing your real lips. his tongue teases the tip of your clit, spinning it in circles. he sucks it, tugs it and rubs it, all the things that have your fingers grasping his hair and pulling mercilessly.

his fingers find their way inside you again, curling up so that you get maximum pleasure. a whine escapes your lips, and hongjoong stops everything he is doing. you beg him with your eyes not to stop. you can't go home empty handed. but the man only puts his hand over your mouth, and ever so slowly, slides inside of you. you swallow him so easily, arousal leaking all over him and his couch.

"dad, i really have to-" you gasp, feeling his cock brushing against your sweet spot, "i have to go."

"oh? alright then. so, tomorrow?"

hongjoong grabs your waist, not moving his own hips, but instead slamming your body on his cock and bruising your skin with his strong grip. his hair falls over his eyes, loose strands perfectly decorating his face painted with pure pleasure.

"huh? yes, yes! tomorrow. okay, see you!"

you've never ended a call so fast, and you've never thrown your phone so far away.

"don't hold back, darling. let me hear you."

and that's when you let go. you grip his shoulders, moan into his ear, whine, squirm, whatnot. you certainly don't make it easy for him.

"for an old pervert, you sure are having the time of your life." he teases.

you try glaring at him, but you can barely keep your head up. "just fuck me, please."

"you finally know what you're begging for. only you're not asking properly."

"pretty please?"

"no, you can do better."

you think hard, defocusing from the orgasm chasing for a moment. then, it clicks.

"please, daddy."

hongjoong chuckles happily, and snaps his hips harder into you. "that's a good girl."

something about having sex with clothes on drove you crazy, especially since hongjoong was in his natural habitat and clothing. it pushes you over the edge, seeing him brush his hair back and looking at you with such lust. you're shaking harder than ever, clear liquid squirting out of you and all over him and his furniture. you're in shock, trying to reach your breath, while hongjoong still sloppily fucks his cum into you.

he grunts and hums against your lips, not yet kissing you. which you suddenly find very frustrating.

"you should shit on my art more often, eh?"

with a laugh, you try to cover yourself with the blanket. but hongjoong takes it from your hand, then uses it to wipe the liquid off your body. he tosses it aside, then reaches for his own coat to give it to you. hesitantly, you take it. as you put it on, hongjoong examines your face for any traces of regret. when he sees none, he smiles fondly at you, pressing his lips on top of your hand, just like that night.

"you're a very pretty young woman, you know that?"

"thanks," you say awkwardly.

"you wanted to kiss me, i know. but..."

you roll your eyes, acting unphased.

"...i don't think i'm ready yet."

"you just rearranged my guts, and a kiss is a problem for you?"

he laughs, but not because it's funny, but because you are right. he helps you lay down on the couch, then covers you with the spare blanket. "we'll get there, pretty. right now, i want you to take a power nap before i take you home. got it?"

"got it, sir."

"good girl."

[gummygowon]

my girl(s) | choi san

word count: 1.27k hehe

genre: fluff bro so much, slight childhood friends to lovers, established relationship, soon to be dad!san x pregnant!reader

warnings: san just worrying too much that he gets exhuasted

song playlist: my girl - the temptations, be my baby - the ronettes, la vie en rose - èdith piaf

author's note: seeing san get heated about how that one husband treats his wife made me think about how sweet and caring san would be in a relationship and then i started playing fifties's music and boom here where we are

choi san was just an absolute gentlemen, it was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much.

you vividly remember when you were younger, san declaring to the dinner table that his wife's hands will never be wet in the future, promising that he will be doing everything for her which impressed all the other neighborhood parents. a few parents joked at him to remember their daughters in the future which you rolled your eyes at. san was obviously bluffing and trying to impress everyone. you found it hard to believe that a man would be able to care so much for his wife like san said.

it was almost laughable how wrong child you was.

san quite literally did everything around the house, always insisting that you go lie down and relax even though he just came home from work. it was definitely a hassle trying to get your husband to relax let alone sit down after dinner since he was always insisting that he did the dishes even if he cooked.

"san, baby go shower," you whisper into his ear while he was doing the dishes, "let me do this. go relax."

instantly turning around in protest, san folds his arms in front of his chest, "no."

"san," you warn, the mother in your voice coming out.

"absolutely not." san protests, standing up even taller to tower over you, "you are my pregnant wife who needs to rest. i need my girls to rest."

"san, we don't even know the gender yet." you argue. it was only today that you found out you were pregnant after you realized that you were two weeks late and sped to the nearest drugstore for a test.

"i know but i think we're having a girl." san says knowing with smile on his face, he was just getting excited at the thought of having a baby girl. "still though, you should rest."

"san, i'm fine, you on the other hand should rest."

"but-"

"who has a eight hour shift at seven am tomorrow baby?"

"i do." san dejectedly answers with a pout on his face. san didn't hate his job as a martial arts instructor but if he had to choose between you and his job, he would choose you without a doubt over and over again.

"i promise when my belly grows you can pamper me all you want but not yet. you still need to take care of yourself before i'm unable to take care of myself."

"promise?" he asks as he intertwined his fingers with you.

"promise." you answer before sealing the deal with a kiss.

a few months later, when the baby bump began to show, san became even more protective of you.

finally on your maternity leave, you spent the time at home reading parenting books and knitting clothes for your baby making an assortment of colors. sometimes, you ventured down to the dojo that was connected to the house causing san to stop whatever he was doing and guide you down the stairs.

"yah! choi san!" you shout at your husband who completely abandoned his lesson to aid you, "i can walk down just fine! go back to teaching!"

"no!" he argues before turning back to his class to yell, "five minute water break!"

a collective "yes sir" was heard from the group as the students dispersed to the sidelines.

"san, i love you but i promise i'm fine!"

"i know, but i still worry over you my love." san confesses as he carefully holds your hand as you walk down.

"aigoo..."

closer to your date, you spent most of your days either in the dojo working at the front desk so that san could keep on you (more like you could keep an eye on him) or upstairs reading more parenting books and preparing the baby's room.

"how's the baby?" wooyoung asks, an old friend of san who occasionally stopped by the dojo to check up on you and take out san to relax.

"doing great! the doctors are saying the baby is healthy and don't see any problems or complications yet."

"ahhh, that's great to hear! how's san doing though? still stressing?"

"oh you bet he is." you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "taking him out for a drink tonight?"

"trying to but you know he doesn't like to leave your side."

another sign escapes your lips, it was possible that san was stressing you out by not being able to relax. "i'll convince him. he's been worrying too much."

"good luck with that one." wooyoung laughs.

"woo!" your husband shouts at his best friend coming out of the studio to the front with a towel in hand. "what brings you here?"

"just checking in your wife and the baby." wooyoung starts before flashing a quick glance at you, "but the boys and i are about to head down to the bar if you wanna grab a drink."

"ahhh, you know i would love to but," san says looking down at you with a smile. lately he's been running around the house trying to satisfy you're weird pregnancy cravings and help with the morning sickness all while still working full time down at the dojo. the stress and exhaustion was evident on your poor baby's face as the eye bags deepened and he wasn't his cheery self.

instead of returning the smile, you frown at him confusing san. "go sannie, i'll be fine."

"don't-"

"san, i will be okay." you laugh a little, trying to ease san's nerves, "i'll be down the street okay, baby? you deserve a break."

san looks back at wooyoung who looks eerily similar to the devil on his shoulder. "are you sure? what about dinner?"

"your mom dropped off some soup for us earlier, i can eat that. go out, have fun! you need to have some fun once in awhile baby."

"fine, but not too late." san complies while pointing a finger at wooyoung.

"i promise to bring him before eleven ma'am." wooyoung promises saluting to you before shooing san to go get changed.

"take care of him woo!"

the day of the pregnancy was absolutely terrifying yet exciting. it was the thrill of finally becoming parents that was the only thing keeping you sort of calm. your mind wandered every now and then to the idea of you being a bad mother but san was quick to shut down those thoughts.

you guys still didn't have any idea of what the gender was, deciding it would be fun to find out the day of. san was still confident that you guys were going to have a girl even though all the ajummas begged to differ with their superstitions.

"it's a girl!" the doctor exclaimed cuddling the newbown baby.

"i told you!" san shouts jumping into the air out of excitement before wrapping his arms tightly around you, his lips on your forehead. "thank you. thank you so much." tears of happiness flowed from san's eyes as he held you close, his warm embrace making you feel overwhelmed with his love.

"i love you so so much." san cried into your neck as he looked through blurry eyes at you cradling your daughter.

you couldn't even say anything too tired and overwhelmed to give a proper response. instead, you just cried with san holding the baby so close to your heart.

it felt refreshing? calming? something like that to be able to cry away your emotions. even the worries of becoming a mother washed away and instead hope and excitement for the future replaced the negative thoughts. you couldn't believe that you finally have a kid with the love of your life, not even just the love of your life but your best friend in the whole wide world.

god, you were so lucky to have a san in your life and he was just as lucky or even more to have you in his life. now, the both of you were fortunate to have a third in your new little family.

san let out a sniffle before planting a wet kiss to the crown of your head, "my girls."

[imaginidol]

Yunho: Table Manners

!!mentions of nsfw!! 18+ !! do NOT interact if you don’t like smut!! As requested, here is another ateez smut fic! I haven’t even finished my ot8 fluff stories and I’m already pumping these out ahead of time! Naughty atiny!! In case you are interested, here is a San ver. smut and a Hongjoong ver. smut and a Mingi ver. smut, Wooyoung ver. smut and jongho ver. Smut. I’ve already gotten another asmuteez request so be on the look out for that if you NEED it *squints suspiciously at you*

"A pleasure to finally meet you," Wooyoung quickly bows his head in your direction, followed by a gentle greeting from the rest of the ATEEZ boys.

Tonight was a special night, as it was the first night Yunho was properly introducing you to his best friends in the world as his official romantic partner.

He had invited his members out to a very nice dinner for the occasion, and everyone had dressed casually elegant.

You, however, looked exceptionally beautiful in your choice of clothing for the occasion: a slim-fitted black halter-maxi dress with a plunging neckline, all of which graciously outlined the alluring curvature of your body. Your hair was pinned in a high ponytail and your sparkling heels complemented the final look well.

It was no secret that you were total eye candy at first sight, and one of Yunho's members in particular had taken special notice as well.

As the night progressed, the initial light conversation turned into full conversations about hobbies, industry gossip, how-we-met stories, and other fun interests.

Wooyoung takes a slow sip of his white wine, turning his attention to you.

"You said you'd want to learn more about recording songs, right?"

"I'd love to, actually," you smile, turning to Yunho. "Will you take me one day?"

Yunho's eyes softened. "I'll bring you this week to studio, if you'd like."

"Thank you! I feel like it would be so fun to see how you guys work!"

"Why don't you record stuff for fun while you're there?" Wooyoung smirks, taking another sip of his wine. "I could show you a few things, too."

"Really?" you smile eagerly, "What about music production, could we try that too?"

Wooyoung nodded, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, eyeing you steadily. "I could definitely do that for you."

"Wooyoung, you're not too buzzed yet, yeah?" Hongjoong says, rubbing his palm against a now half-drunken Wooyoung's neck.

Wooyoung scoffs, shaking his head quietly. "Nah, not yet."

Yunho takes notice of his friend's odd behavior. While he wouldn't be upset if Wooyoung did find you attractive, he was going to be upset if Wooyoung intended to do something about it and passively flirt around you all night long.

"Would you please excuse us," Yunho politely nods towards the rest of his members, pulling his chair back to stand and lightly tapping you on the shoulder.

"Oh?" you look up at your boyfriend and let him wrap his hand around yours as you follow him out to the restroom hallway.

"What's wrong, babe?" you place a hand against Yunho's arm as he turns towards you, his fingers rubbing his eyes in visible annoyance.

"It's nothing that's necessarily your fault, but I don't... I think... I think Wooyoung's got an eye on you, or something like that."

"Wooyoung?" you start giggling, cupping a hand around Yunho's jaw. "Awe, are you getting jealous?"

"Shh, it's not funny," he mutters, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.

"Yunho, I don't think I've ever seen or heard you when you're jealous. I kind of like it," you tease, placing your hands against his chest and leaving a soft kiss against his lips.

"Just don't give him too much attention anymore, alright? I'll deal with him after," he mumbles into your lips. He gently wraps his arms around your waist, not wanting to think about his friend's behavior anymore.

"But, does this mean I can't go to your recording studio anymore?"

Yunho's eyebrows furrow slightly. "Only if you're with me, and you let me show you how things work."

"Oh?" you cock your head to the side, smiling, "So, no Wooyoung?"

Yunho's eyes grow hooded. "You want him to come? What, so you like his attention on you now?"

You shrugged. "I guess I like it when I get attention," you smirk.

Yunho furrows his brows more, studying your expressions carefully.

She's doing it again, he thinks.

"You're doing it again," he mutters out loud.

"What am I doing?" you say, placing your index fingers around his belt loops.

"Don't fuck around with me like that, especially not with Wooyoung," he mumbles in a low grating voice, bringing his face closer to yours.

"Okay, I won't," you smile, "just as long as it means you are giving me all the attention I want."

Yunho's eyes jump from your eyes to your lips, his hands still clutched around your waist. "And what if I don't? Should I get worried?"

You drop your smile quickly as you bring a hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb steadily against his bottom lip. "I'll get it from Wooyoung."

Yunho immediately rams his lips into yours out of pure frustration, shoving your back against the wall.

"Say it again, I fucking dare you," Yunho mutters breathily, digging his fingernails into your ass.

You let out a soft groan as you feel his harsh kisses trace a line from your jaw down your neck, both your hands now gripping his waist.

"If I see you giving him the attention he wants one more time, I'll fuck the shit out of you until you regret it," he hisses.

"Do I... do I have to wait to give him attention for me to get that punishment?" you tease softly, pulling against his belt loops again.

"Fuck it, you're done for," he snarls, looking over his shoulder and locating your next impromptu destination: a janitor's closet.

He quickly pulls you in, shutting the lights off and locking the door behind him before turning his attention back to you.

You feel his strong hands wrap around your back as he slams your body against the wall behind you, making a rattling noise as several custodial objects toppled all over the floor in the process.

You tug at his pants desperately, begging with your fingers for him to take them off.

"Oh, fuck no, you're not getting shit unless you beg me for it," he snarls, slapping your hands away from his belt and unzipping the back of your dress.

You whine in protest, pulling your arms out of your sleeve holes and slipping out of your heels in a few swift motions as Yunho pulls his sleeves up to his elbows.

Yunho lifts a couple fingers to his lips and quickly drenches them in spit before proceeding to glide his hand down your stomach and into your panties.

"Yunho,” you whisper as you feel his fingers find their way onto your clit. He began massaging you gently; kneading strategically against your sensitive happy button as soft moans began escaping your lips.

“You like that, princess?” he mumbles under his breath, soft grunts escaping his lips as he felt you drenching his fingers more and more.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he hisses, scrunching his face in deep pleasure as he felt a boner rising somewhere deep within his pants.

He raises an arm against the wall next to your head and encloses his mouth around yours, keeping his other hand busy rubbing two drenched fingers against your bean. You have one arm wrapped around his shoulder and neck, the other tugging desperately at his arm as you raised one leg around his hips, nudging him to start fingering you.

"You want attention, princess?" he breathes, biting your lip profusely as he followed his fingers down your labia to reach your hole.

"Fuck," you whimper, raising your leg higher in desperation at the feel of Yunho's steady fingers gently teasing your entrance.

"Beg for it," he sneers, his breath hot against your neck as he cravingly bit into your skin.

"Please, finger me already," you whimper, "just please fucking finger me!"

“You’re so fucking needy,” Yunho scoffs, inserting his fingers into you and pulling out steadily, his cock now fully hardened and poking you through his clothed crotch.

Your soft moans being to match the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of you, your hole growing wetter and looser alongside his every rapturing stroke.

"Please, Yunho, fuck me," you achingly plead, shamelessly tugging at his zipper in an attempt to pull it down.

"You're gonna be fucking patient," he growled, seeing as how your itched fingers had managed to thirstily slide their way underneath his boxers.

You pulled down his boxers and out popped his wet, hardened cock. You traced circles around his tip as he kept ramming his fingers in and out of you, ignoring your hungry requests for more.

Suddenly, a devious thought lingered through your mind.

"You know,” you smile, “I bet Wooyoung would've had his cock inside of me already a long fucking time ago," you tease.

That sentence alone is enough to force Yunho to rip his dress shoes, black turtleneck, and pants off his body, desperately fumbling his way out.

You clench your jaw as he lifts your legs off the ground and wraps them around his waist, his hardened member already seeping wet drops of cum at its tip.

"Say... that... again... SAY IT!!" he pants desperately as he begins pushing himself roughly into you, every word coming out of his mouth in unison with each deep thrust. Your loud moans began to fill the otherwise quiet and voided air around you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you moan loudly, clawing your fingernails deeply into the soft canvas of porcelain-like skin of his back as each intensifying stroke slipped in and out of your pink-fleshed caverna.

--

"They've been gone awhile; do you think they're alright?" Yeosang turns to Hongjoong, taking a sip of his hot tea as quiet jazz tunes play from the ceiling speakers above.

"Hmm," Hongjoong turns toward the end of the restaurant where he last saw you and Yunho disappear. "Don't know."

"Probably arguing, as healthy couples do," Jongho says, taking a bite of fish cake. "Wooyoung, I blame you,” he sneers through a mouthful of food. “Keep your eyes to yourself next time, yeah? It's bro code."

"Right," Hongjoong turns back around thoughtfully, popping some kimchi into his mouth.

--

You slam both hands against the wall as Yunho roughly turns you onto your stomach, spreading your legs wide as he began hitting it from the back.

Yunho's bangs are drenched as tiny drops of sweat splash onto your hot, glossy back, both your bodies growing warmer under the intensifying and sexy heat of friction. With every passing desirous moan and grunt, Yunho thrusts himself deeper into you, bending over to firmly clasp his hands around your hips and then biting profusely into your neck.

Loud moans escape your lips as you're no longer able to keep them in, your body under complete control of the boy masterminding an orchestra of your vocal chords behind you.

Yunho's breathy gasps slowly turn to soft whimpers as his wet, throbbing member slips in and out of your loosened warm, velvety inner walls. He seemingly felt himself on the verge of reaching his limit, but refused to let go until you reached the pleasure you oh-so wonderfully deserved.

"C'mon, baby," Yunho whispers into your ear as you throw your head back into his shoulder, "cum for me already," he whispers gently. At that, he begins fucking you harder and faster, throwing any and all signs of polite and gentle sex out the window.

You fail to hold in a loud, pleasurable groan as your lower abdomen is joyously overwhelmed by the full extortion of your final orgasm, to which Yunho takes the full and pleasurable joy of feeling his throttling member drench completely at your release.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Yunho hisses, sinking his teeth deep into his bottom lip as the sensation of your warmth overwhelms his hot, throbbing member. He pulls out quickly with only seconds of limited time to jerk himself off before a steaming hot jet stream of cum shoots all over your back.

"Fuck," Yunho takes a couples steps back, outstretching his arms to lean against the wall in front of him with you underneath. He leans in gently, lowering his warm body against your back as several of his soft kisses are gently planted against your cheek. The small janitorial closet grew quiet except for the heavy panting in an attempt to catch your breaths. He looked around and only hoped that the custodians of this restaurant would take deep-cleaning requests seriously, and he cursed himself quietly under his breath for the uncanny mess that was left of the small room. He planted one last soft kiss against your shoulder as he stepped back and started shuffling through the storage bins in search of a roll of paper towels.

"Don't move, baby," he muttered, wiping what he could of his mess off your back and in between your legs. He folded the paper towel and with it finished wiping himself down, though he knew that you two wouldn't be fully clean until you managed to take a shower sometime later that night.

"Sorry, baby," he hummed, balancing you on your feet as he helped you pull your dress back on and slip into your heels. "I'll try to find an excuse for us to go home as quickly as possible."

You giggled as you helped your boyfriend dress himself next, leaving a quick, soft kiss against his V-line before pulling his pants up and zipping them shut.

"I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow," you sigh under your breath, annoyedly pinching your boyfriend's waist as you both awkwardly stepped out of the closet.

"How do I look?" you tiredly smile up to your boyfriend, trying to pat down your hair as best as you could. Streaks of your runny eye makeup and faded lipstick made him giggle softly, a proud trophy he considered after the sinful events of the last twenty minutes.

"You look like you've learned your lesson," he smirks, leaning over to plant a soft kiss against your cheek. He pulls out another paper towel and begins to gently touch up your makeup the best that he could, though with all his best efforts you still looked like you were lawlessly railed without any signs of regret.

"What about me? Do I look presentable?"

You giggled at the sight of his wrinkled shirt and mess of drenched hair, running your fingers through his bangs in an attempt to make him look not-so-guilty of the heinous acts he'd just committed out of distasteful jealousy.

--

"Oh, there you are. We thought you guys had left already," Yeosang smiles as you and Yunho hobbled awkwardly into your seats. You flinched as you sat, still feeling the rawness in your hole where Yunho had recklessly fucked you like it was no one’s immediate business.

"Were you crying?" Jongho says, noticing the smudged residue of mascara and eyeliner that Yunho had failed to completely wipe clean. Yunho takes notice and proceeds to gently pat a napkin against your face.

Yunho smiled assuringly in your direction. “What? No, those are happy tears, you see," he teased, flashing you a pretty grin with perfect teeth.

"Oh? That's good to hear, then," Wooyoung sighed, nudging Jongho's arm. "See? They weren’t arguing.”

Jongho rolls his eyes.

“Anyhow,” Hongjoong continues, turning to face you, "you’re very beautiful and we very much appreciated getting to finally meet you,” he smiles, turning his attention to Yunho next. “She's a real gem, so never forget to treat her right,” he finishes, sending a small wink in your direction.

Yunho squeezed your thigh under the table, turning a gentle smile back in your direction.

"Trust me when I say, taking good care of her is my top priority."

[bluehwale]

I loved that unconventional meeting post could you maybe do a post where they realize that after meeting you for the first time that they might have a crush on you ?

ateez realizing they have a crush on you!

part 2 to unconventional first encounters with ateez (please read this first!)

pairing. ateez x reader (specifically f! reader for seonghwa & jongho)

genre. fluff, humor, teeny tiny angst if you squint

warning(s). injuries, drinking, mint choco ice cream slander, some of the endings are half-assed im sorry

word count. 8.1k oopsies

note. tysm for sending in this request!! and i'm so sorry it took so long to get to you </3 im an ungifted burnout kid so i write and think at a snail's pace lmao bUT i hope u enjoy this one :-D (feedbacks and reblogs are greatly appreciated! ily all muah)

masterlist

kim hongjoong

here's the thing about hongjoong

he can be really cool with his skateboard and his obscure music taste and whatnot

but

he can also be a little bit out of tune with his feelings (this is a certified testimony from his self-proclaimed best friend, wooyoung)

it's obvious from how he has heart eyes for you but wouldn't make a move

"so when are you taking yn out on a date?"

hongjoong's skateboard halts in an abrupt stop after he suddenly plants a foot on the concrete to take a look at wooyoung as if he's grown two heads. "when am i what??"

and wooyoung’s just kinda staring him down like man, you can't be serious rn,,,,,

everyone and their mothers in this skatepark probably knows that hongjoong is basically head over heels for you because

it's just that obvious!!!!

and wooyoung has to resist from pulling out all of his hair in frustration because the man in question is eyeing him as if he’s the weird one

it all started after your Incident™ (you falling on your ass and having hongjoong help you)

you started to frequent the skatepark with your best friend mingi, and hongjoong even mustered up enough courage to ask you for your number one day

and now you both text each other every day >:-D

he even got you your own skateboard

and he also taught you how to skate hehe

he's so whipped

"hongjoong!"

the boy immediately turns to the direction of your voice (he can recognize it even while asleep) and he sees you waving excitedly at him beside an unfamiliar boy with pink hair

unbeknownst to himself, hongjoong's face lights up at the sight of you and he quickly pushes his foot off the ground to skate towards you

"yn!" he hops off his board and pulls you into a hug, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy before involuntarily pulling away to look at the boy with an all black get up beside you. “who’s this?”

“oh! this is seonghwa!” the boy with pink hair nods at hongjoong and gives him a friendly wave in greeting. “he’s mingi’s cousin. he’s visiting for a little while.”

“oh hello, cool skateboard!” hongjoong greets in return, gesturing to the pink skateboard by the boy's feet that contrasts his dark outfit and quiet personality, “i’m hongjoong! i hope we can be good friends!”

maybe not

hongjoong doesn’t know the reason why, but he feels this really uncomfortable sinking feeling in his chest whenever he sees you together with seonghwa

despite his pink hair, the boy looks very intimidating and it seems like he doesn’t talk to anyone except you

and whenever he’s with you, there’s a happy grin permanently etched on his face and you both just look so happy together—

“they probably like each other.”

hongjoong snaps his head to glare at wooyoung who’s munching on a pack of strawberry pocky sticks as he watches you and seonghwa before innocently looking back at hongjoong with a shrug, “what? i’m just saying.”

and hongjoong starts sulking because you know what,, wooyoung might be right :-( 

(you, wooyoung, seonghwa, and mingi actually devised a plan to act upon your crush on hongjoong) ((and wooyoung's role is the catalyst to set the plan in motion))

and you know what,,,, maybe hongjoong does have a crush on you. yeah, but just a little bit—

“oof!” wooyoung winces when he sees you land a particularly harsh fall from your skateboard that leaves you lying face first on the ground, and he scrambles to shove the remaining pocky sticks in his mouth before thrusting hongjoong’s first aid kit towards the shell-shocked owner. “dude, go! this is your chance!”

hongjoong was just zipping up his first aid kit after grabbing his can of antiseptic spray and band aids and was ready to run to you until he sees seonghwa already tending to your wounds as he sits beside you

:-( he’s a second too late

(it looks like you two are talking about something or someone as both of your eyes discreetly flicker to hongjoong (who’s too upset to notice))

what he diD notice, however, is the pack of band aids in seonghwa’s hands

and he kinda has to crouch and put his hands on his knees so that his squinted eyes can see better 

are thoSE

ARE THOSE BLACK STAR WARS BAND AIDS???

he thought cute graphic band aids were his– and only his– thing !!!!

dang it, and they look super cool too !! :-(

his own pack of pink disney princesses band aids fall to the ground as he dejectedly walks back to where wooyoung is and he slumps to the ground to place back his first aid stuff back inside the kit

looks like he won’t be needing them anymore :-(

but he still finds himself heading to where you are, and he can’t help it when he worriedly takes in your scraped elbows and knees that are covered by the black band aids. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good,” you say, and hongjoong’s too distracted to notice you glancing at seonghwa who gives you an encouraging nod. you nervously twiddle your thumbs, “uhH, hongjoong, uhm. listen, do you– i MEAN, would you want to maybe grab some milkshake with me sometimes?”

“oh sure! who else is gonna be there?”

…………..

(on the other side of the park, wooyoung rips out the headpiece that taps into seonghwa’s hidden microphone and almost bashes his binoculars in frustration)

just then, hongjoong feels shivers run down his spine as he feels a pair of dark eyes glaring daggers into his back and he can feel the devil on his shoulder whisper harshly into his ear, “they’re asking you out on a date, idiot.”

(spoiler alert: it’s seonghwa)

“i was thinking maybe it could just be the two of us? you know? aHa but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to—!”

“no nO, of course !!! i’d love to!!!” hongjoong exclaims, shooting up from the ground from sheer excitement at the thought of getting milkshake with you

this is the best day of his life

“great, it’s a date then :-D OH SHIT—”

(another spoiler alert: hongjoong fainted)

park seonghwa

seonghwa can definitely see himself marrying you

but not during moments like this

"shh, don't move."

seonghwa lets out a startled noise when he's suddenly awakened by a weight on him, and he almost screams his head off until his bleary eyes slowly open to see your figure straddling his torso with what seems to be an ice cream stick (?) held in your hand while you inch closer to his face

oh! it's just you! :-D (he thought it'd be his sleep paralysis demon)

it had been your idea to buy a house and live together after he nervously got on one knee on your fifth date; which seems all too soon but it appeases both of your parents enough for them to shut up on the marriage talk, much to your and seonghwa’s relief

and after six months of living together, he's proud to declare that you're his best friend or more specifically, his soulmate :-D

which is why you both are comfortable enough to do oddly domestic things together

"baby," he rasps, voice still thick with sleep, before placing his hands on your hips to circle the skin over your nightgown with his thumbs. he lets slip an amused chuckle when he sees your furrowed brows as he holds you off from coming near him. "what are you trying to do, hm?"

"i'm waxing your brows."

seonghwa's eyes almost gouged out of their sockets

"you're what???" he snaps his head to look at the clock at the far end of the wall, all the while trying to push you off him. "why are you trying to wax my brows at… 2 in the morning??!!!!"

"no, because—" you breathlessly giggle at the panic on his face, struggling to get his grip off your wrists. "you'll thank me for this!!! trust me!"

seonghwa, mortified at the thought of you shaping his brows with only a single ambient light aiding your sight in the dark bedroom, thrashes his legs under you like a petulant child. "i'll have you know that my eyebrows get compliments all the time >:-( !!! now get off me !!"

"huh. they must be lying because you kinda look like the red angry bird, dude :-/"

∑(O_O;) !!!!

the image of the cartoon character pops up in his head; the red bird with thick furrowed brows comically pelting towards a wall of green pigs, stupefying his thoughts

his movements falter

"do- do i really.... look like an angry bird?"

"a cute angry bird," you reassure him, gently running your fingers through his hair when you see him pout after his grip on you loosen and his arms fall limply to his sides on the bed. "now, hold still okay? i'm gonna make you look super pretty!"

you dip the wooden stick into the pot of melted wax in the still plugged-in wax heater sitting on the nightstand, prepping the pink wax around the stick before leaning closer to seonghwa's face

"it's pink?" he softly asks, referring to the wax that he's only just now paying attention to, and you nod in reply

"of course! :-D it's your favorite color."

you miss the endearing blush overtaking his cheeks as you lightly slather the wax on his skin before moving to take a muslin wax strip from the pack beside you

seonghwa's hands are back on your hips (this time for his own comfort) as his wide doe eyes nervously peer up at you who's sticking the strip onto the slowly hardening wax on his skin, ready to pull

"w-will it hurt?"

"nah, you won't even feel a single thing. no need to worry :-D"

rip!

"yAAAAAOOOOOOOOwwWWwWCCcHCHHHHHCH !!!!!!! THAT HURTS !!!!!"

his head twists side to side dramatically and you have to prop your hands on his chest to regain balance on his shaking body and your own from laughing

"you said it wouldn't hurt!" he exclaims with an exaggerated pout, rubbing at the sore skin and his eyebrows furrow when you wouldn't stop laughing. "this is serious! you're hurting your future husband!"

"shut up," you playfully roll your eyes, the smile that seonghwa adores lighting up your face. "don't have to remind me that i'm stuck with your ass forever."

he grumbles, pulling the blanket to cover half of his face and hide the growing smile threatening to take over his face. "i'm calling off our engagement."

you dip the stick back in the melted wax as you hum, "you love me too much to do that."

"that's true."

this time, your cheeks grow hot as you attempt to recover from almost losing your grip on the stick, his statement having caught you off guard. he smirks at your reaction and you playfully swat his arm, earning a small ow! as you sarcastically quip, "how romantic."

you return to applying the wax on the areas of his brows that needs cleanup after your fingers forcefully drag the upturned corners of his lips downwards

"you know... i figured i'll just marry the first person my parents set me up with," he breathes, a soft smile lingering on his lips at your focused expression. "but if it hadn't been you, i'd go through– hm– i’d willingly go through 219 horrible ! horrible ! dates just so i could be with you."

"oh please," you snort, raising an eyebrow at his statement. "you'd probably end up with someone else if you went on 219 dates." 

"you're right.... who could ever resist this scrumptious, absolutely handsome face–"

"i'm gonna make sure the next strip hurts twice as much :-)"

"yN ahaha PLEASE DON'T ahahah I WAS JUST JOKING—"

jeong yunho

"tonight is your first mission."

wooyoung twirls the pointing stick in his hand before slapping it against his open palm, calmly sauntering across the leeway in front of the big whiteboard in the coworking space he rented. "today's topic will cover everything you need to know, so i need you to listen very closely."

amidst the numerous empty chairs behind the large meeting table sits an eager boy with soft brown hair, his wide eyes taking in each and every word on the board while his right hand grips a pen— ready to take notes on the very important lecture wooyoung's presenting today

"but first, a pop quiz!" wooyoung suddenly smacks his pointing stick against the board, smudging the writing that reads dealing with drunk yn 101 written in pink dry erase marker and effectively startling the poor boy from the loud noise

"a- a pop quiz?" baffled, yunho feels the grip on his high-quality japanese brand pen slip. he scrambles over the table littered with his best stationery to prepare a crisp spiderman themed loose leaf paper, "but-but i haven't even learned anything yet!"

"hush, this is to test out your prior knowledge. now, i'll begin with a case study."

jeong yunho, a widely-known overachiever, strives to be the best; especially when it comes to things for you– which is why he currently remains unblinking out of sheer focus on wanting to get his answers right

he has to get it right!!!

"you're both in a cab to go home when suddenly," wooyoung aggressively taps on the stickman drawing that poorly resembles you on the board, "drunk yn sees a claw machine on the side of the road and wants you to win a stuffed animal for them. what would you do?"

what would i do? yunho can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he desperately racks his brain for an answer that would please the red haired boy who has an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips

think, jeong yunho! think!

"i would... politely ask for the taxi man to stop and accompany yn to the claw machine—"

"WRONG. ddaeng !!!! man, how are you so down bad– sigh,,,,, dude," wooyoung turns to lean his forehead against the whiteboard and sighs before pulling out his wallet and moves to step out of the room. "i'm gonna extend another hour for this meeting room, brb."

turns out, nothing, not even wooyoung's 4 hour lecture, could ever prepare yunho for havoc personified

a.k.a. drunk you after a night of celebrating the end of your midterms

"noooo!!! oof-" you stumble against your dresser as you try to run away from the wide-eyed boy standing dumbfoundedly in the middle of your bedroom, your bottle of cleansing oil tightly gripped in one of his hand and your cleanser in the other

yunho rapidly shakes his head like a cartoon character to get his muddled brain back on earth when you ungracefully fall onto your carpeted floor and make no move to get up. he moves closer to gently pull you off the floor as he sighs, "you'll regret not removing your makeup when you wake up tomorrow."

"no !!!" you lift your head up at his words, your pleading eyes look close to tears and yunho panics at the sight. "i don't wanna! my eye makeup looks so pretty today!! i don't want it gone :-("

yunho had to refrain from grabbing one of your pillows and stuffing it in his mouth to muffle the scream that almost slipped out at your cuteness

he also almost screamed fuck it! and hop on the bed to cuddle you to sleep right then and there but he remembers that wooyoung would probably be disappointed in him and he also doesn't want you to be uncomfortable from the smudged makeup the next morning :-(

so he stands his ground and tries to think of something that would get your makeup off while still making you happy

"how about we take some pictures?"

and that's how you both end up having a full blown out photoshoot in your bedroom, with yunho lying down on the floor at a funny angle to take pictures of you posing on the bed with your phone while his own phone rests between his armpits (... don’t ask) to shine its flashlight for extra lighting

he can't help his own chuckles from escaping his mouth as he hears your giggles, his chest warming at the sound

after an estimate of 241 pictures taken, you're finally satisfied and allows him to help take your makeup off

"am i doing this right?" yunho nervously asks, gently rubbing the cleansing oil into your skin that slowly blends with your makeup as you dazedly nod, prompting him to take a hold of your chin to minimize your movement and causing you to giggle

"why are you laughing?" he smiles, watching your eyes crinkle as you continue to giggle softly 

"i don't know. i just really really reeeeallly like you."

he knows you're drunk and it might just be a mindless statement and yet still, he can't help but freeze as he feels his heart skip a beat

he stops massaging the oil on your face

you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him you like him—!

“uh,, actually that’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you. i- i like you too—“

“yEah yeah, i know!” yunho feels your hand blindly slap all over his face until you finally muffle his mouth, earning a glare from the boy. “you can tell me that tomorrow. noW get back to cLeansing!!”

yunho huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you, trying to stop himself from grinning ear to ear while inching you closer to the sink so he can rinse off the oil, “aye aye ma’am.”

“noW uhguh–” you sputter out some water that got into your mouth, earning an oops from yunho, “you have to double cleanse with tHat cleanser,” you point at the tube of cleanser on your sink, “for at least 60 seconds.”

and when he finally lathers the face wash on your skin, he actually starts counting, “one, two, three, four, five, six—”

he'd do anything for you

kang yeosang

there are two things yeosang absolutely hates in this world

number one: your job

“i have to get to work, yeo,” you chuckle, “you gotta let me go.”

the android in question is glued to your arm, refusing to let you out the door by clinging to your arm and snuggling his face into your shoulder in an attempt of convincing you to stay

“You always leave,” the blonde pouts, his eyes glistening at the thought of always being left alone from every weekday morning to wait for you to come back at night. “Why must you go to work? Can’t you just stay here?”

sometimes, you forget that your android is supposed to be a boyfriend android – which is probably why he craves your company all the time

ok you feel a bit guilty now :-(

but you’re gonna have to work because !!! unfortunately, you need money to survive !!!!

“well, unfortunately–” you struggle to untangle yourself from his grip as you try to put on your shoes, “i have to work to get money so that i can buy food to live and pay for my electricity bills that keeps your battery charged.”

he grumbles and lets out a small yelp when you successfully unlatched yourself from him, “That’s so unfair!”

you shrug as your fingers grasp the doorknob to swing your apartment door open, “mhm, it’s called capitalism. see you tonight!”

you come home from work only to find yeosang missing

just as you were about to have your second mental breakdown, you spot a lilac post it stuck to your fridge that reads I’ll be out late. Dinner’s in the fridge. :-) in perfectly aligned and neat handwriting with proper punctuation– it’s definitely yeosang

but where could he have gone to???? you don’t even know if he knows his way around the city !! omg what if he’s lost and can’t find his way back home–

you hear the sound of your front door slamming shut

“Honey, I’m home!”

you immediately rush to your entrance door, ready to reprimand him for going out until so late at night, only to pause when you see yeosang dressed in a… bright pink polo shirt… with a blue apron that covers his front… and a matching blue cap that sits atop his mop of golden hair and wait a minute is that the baskin robbins logo???

“I got a job,” he grins at you, proudly tapping on the circular logo with the initials BR that rests smack dab right above the pocket of his blue apron. “They pay me to scoop ice cream into cups for tiny humans all day! Now you won’t have to work anymore!”

he’s so proud of himself :-D

this way, you won’t be as tired and he also gets to hangout with you all day long at home !! hehe

“you know… if you have a job, that means you’re gonna have to go work everyday,,, so,, you can’t really be with me either way :-/”

his face crumples at the realization

“Do you know the number of the Baskin Robbins down the street? I’ll have to tell them that I’m quitting.”

another thing yeosang hates the most in the world is: you going on dates

“strawberry for golden boy. target located and is currently approaching the table. do you copy? over.”

yeosang can’t really remember why he agreed on showing up with a fake mustache plastered above his lips and a black fedora hiding his blonde hair in the restaurant where you are to meet the guy you’ve been talking to on tinder for days

but anything to make you happy, he guess

sitting in a few tables away from yours, yeosang nonchalantly stirs the spoon in his overpriced cup of hot chocolate as he brings the dollar store walkie talkie upon his lips, “Are the codenames really necessary?”

“…”

he sighs, “Over.”

“of course they are! we don’t want our identities compromised! wait shit he’s getting closer now, i’ll talk to you later. over and out.”

yeosang squints at the guy sitting in front of you, scanning his admittedly handsome face to quickly run a background check on him

.... for safety purposes, of course

choi jongho. born in seoul. went to seoul national university. graduated magna cum laude. is currently pursuing his masters. non-existent criminal record. does environmental volunteer work on a monthly basis. can also ?? break an apple with his bare hands ??

yeosang gulps

this guy is basically perfect

his eyes flits back to you, the sight of you laughing at something jongho said making his stomach churn

and his eyebrows furrow because ?? he’s an android ?? he doesn’t even have an actual stomach so how is he even experiencing all of these overwhelming emotions— oh.

he’s jealous

“—and did you see the way he smiled at me?” you gush excitedly all the way back home, making sure your skips are on par with yeosang’s brisk walk. “he’s adorable! we already planned second date for next week and i’m so excited—”

“52 percent.”

you pause at your tracks, turning to look at yeosang who abruptly stopped walking. “huh? what was that?”

“You’re 52% compatible with Choi Jongho.”

“oh ! i guess that’s not too shabby. although, i thought it’d be a lot higher,” you bring a finger to your chin, deep in thought

“...You’re 96% compatible with me.”

THERE he finally said it

his electric motor is probably overheating from how flustered he is but, according to his system, it’s advised to confess to the person you like instead of holding back your feelings (source: wikihow)

so, he’s doing just that

it’s a good thing that he doesn’t have sweat glands because he’s pretty sure this street would’ve been flooded by now from how nervous he is as he asks, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

you stood in front of him with your eyes comically widened, and based on your silence, he can kinda guess what’s coming next

aha, looks like he's gonna have to shut down for the next 168 hours!

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you can forget it. I just wanted to let you know—“ “sure” “—that I like you– ...I’m sorry, what?”

you chuckle at his shocked expression, “i said yes, yeosang. i’ve actually been waiting for you to ask me that.”

(you ended up having to bring yeosang in for maintenance and pay a $150 fee because yeosang literally short circuited at your answer)

choi san

san finds it kinda hilarious how you’ve become his best friend, seeing as you seem to be the complete opposite of him

“what do you mean you hate mint choco??” san gawks, both of his palms lying flat against the glass encasing the freezer lined with tubs of various ice cream flavors as he turns to you with an incredulous look. “how could you even say that?!!!!!”

unbeknownst to san, the blonde baskin robbins employee behind the cashier register scowls at him, annoyed that he’s going to have to clean the fingerprint marks left on the glass

you snort, “everyone knows that cookie dough is superior,” you stick your tongue out at him, eliciting a dramatic gasp from the dark haired boy, “mint chocolate tastes like eating toothpaste with chocolate chips anyway. big yuck.”

“that’s ridiculous!” san, the official defender of the controversial green ice cream, exclaims. “how are you even comparing an oral hygienic product to food?? that’s not fair!! they don’t even taste remotely alike !!!”

“mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, sannie,” you yawn, purposely flapping a hand over your open mouth to annoy him and you giggle once he starts to pout

“Excuse me," the inhumanely gorgeous cashier calls, surprising both you and san out of the little bubble that seems to form whenever the two of you are together, "are you ready to order? You’re holding up the line.” the blonde says, a grim look on his face

you smile apologetically at the employee who has a blue circular sticker on his uniform that reads new hire and you move to tell him the ice cream you want

while waiting for the employee to scoop your ice cream into a cup, you grimace when you look behind you to see a long line of teary-eyed kids with their glaring parents, probably because it's taking too long to get their ice cream

oopsies

you and san immediately booked out of there after he was done paying

“as i was saying,” san pops in a spoonful of his ice cream before continuing, “mint choco doesn’t taste like toothpaste,” you open your mouth, ready to object, but san took this chance to shovel a spoon of the dessert into your mouth, making you sputter in disgust of the taste and effectively shutting you up, “it’s toothpaste that taste like mint chocolate.”

you pause your steps before turning to look at him in disbelief, “are you even hearing yourself right now?”

he said what he said okay!! and he’ll stand by it ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌

“sometimes…. i wonder what goes on in your brain… because dude, that does nOt make any sense at all.”

ok no, you know what doesn’t make sense?

it doesn’t make sense how san seems to think of you 24/7

when he strolls around the park and sees a golden retriever quietly mingling? that’s you.

the smell of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee when he steps into his university cafe? he loves it because he thinks it smells exactly like you.

someone’s music leaking through their headphones in the hallways? oh wait, you two blasted this song in his car once.

grocery shopping alone? he better grab some of those birthday cake flavored oreos for you even though he hates them because he thinks they’re too sweet.

it’s just what friends do, right?

“what are we watching tonight?”

ever since you two became friends, it’s become a tradition to hold a weekly movie night at your place

and without fail, san always uses this time to try and convert you to become a mint choco ice cream lover

this would be his 12th attempt

“can we watch inside out?” you say, already munching on your microwave popcorn as you lounge next to him on the loveseat in your living room. “i feel like crying today.”

san almost jumps out of the couch to do his little dance

because you know what they say,,,,,,,,,

when you’re sad, eat ice cream!

and he’s gonna make sure you eat some ice cream, alright!! :-D

specifically, his favorite ice cream flavor that he's got in your freezer :-D

so, in the middle of the movie, right after bing bong tragically disappears into the abyss (san still sheds a tear despite this being his twentieth time watching the film) and he hears your tell-tale sniffles, he dashes off to your fridge and grabs the pint of ice cream he brought for tonight along with two spoons before returning back to stand in front of the tv screen

“fear not!” san announces, holding the pint of ice cream above his head while the other hand that is gripping the spoons is placed on his hip. “i have just the right thing to make you feel better!”

he excitedly pries the lid of the pint open and you groan as you wipe the tears under your eyes, “san, i’m really not in the mood to have mint choco ice cream shoved into my throat today—”

you’re cut off by san almost shooting through your apartment roof as he blankly stares inside the pint, “hUH?”

he furrows his brows when instead of the mint green ice cream, he’s greeted by the thick consistency of creamy soft brown ice cream with chocolate chips

it can’t be

why did he get your favorite ice cream flavor instead of his own?????

he hates cookie dough ice cream, and he’s a hundred percent sure he got a pint of mint choco chip ice cream— wait a minute,

“woah, they’re really everywhere,” san mutters to himself while looking at the shelves as he pushes the grocery store cart, “yn would love this!”

“love what?” his roommate, mingi, pops up, dropping a pack of a party sized barbeque chips into the cart

“yn would love this grocery store,” he says, referring to the newly opened grocery store they're in as he hums, “there's every product that’s endorsed by their favorite k-pop group in here. i’d have to take them here sometime.”

“at this point just date yn already.”

san glares at his friend, blindly reaching for what he thinks is a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with the thought of you stuck in his head, as always, “i don’t even talk about them that often !!!”

“sure you don’t.”

“is that…. cookie dough?”

“yeah, i guess— oof!” he falls to the ground when you literally jump on him

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEST FRIEND?!!!”

after san’s reassured you that he’s still him and not some anti-mint choco san clone, you happily eat up the pint of cookie dough ice cream throughout the rest of the movie while san tries to reflect on the new found revelation that he has a crush on you

now, whenever he looks at you, everything seems to fade away and cartoonish pink flowers would appear around you and start blooming (he also hears a soft tune that goes lalalala~ in the background)

oh, and he also thinks he’d stop eating mint chocolate chip ice cream just to appease you

his friends are right, he is a simp

song mingi

long story short… you decided to move into mingi’s 2 bedroom apartment to escape from your insufferable roommate !! :-D

it had been the boy’s idea because you two meet each other literally every single day and so he thought hey, living together doesn’t sound so bad !!! you should just move in with me!! i have a spare bedroom that’s been empty for a while !! 

and so you immediately packed your things, left your roommate gaping when she saw her previous one night stand awkwardly waving at her as he helped you load your things to his car, and never looked back 

now you’re both currently skipping down the street en route to the local farmer’s market because mingi swears that they have cheaper and fresher produce compared to any grocery store out there

you both stop at the first stall you see

“dude, check it out :O” you point at one of the corns on display, “that one totally looks like nanami :O”

he tilts his head as he tries his best to discern any similarities between the crop and your favorite jujutsu kaisen character………. only to come up with nothing

“hm. i don’t see it.”

“no, no!” you jump up and down, hands flailing everywhere as you try to gesture out corn nanami’s features. “you see! the corn hair is, well, obviously his hair, and the green jacket kinda looks like his suit don’t you think? and oh–”

to any nearing passerby, it seems like you two are a pair of excited newlyweds who were highschool sweethearts as mingi gazes at you fondly as you continue to ramble on about the corn-nanami doppelganger

which sounds totally stupid, but he doesn't mind at all

having been too entranced by whatever it was you were saying, mingi only snaps out of his fixation on you when he realized you caught on to his staring

he clears his suddenly dry throat and his eyes flick to anywhere except you. “ehm, e–EHm yeah right,, i guess he kinda looks like, uh, that corn.”

you playfully bump your side into his arm as you exclaim an “I KNOW RIGHT” and you accidentally start a bump fight when mingi starts practically shoving you back (he sometimes forget just how big he is) and you’re both just giggling at each other like stupid kids until—

“what a good-looking couple! i’ll give you two a discount! :-D”

mingi feels you freeze up against him and shake your head at lightning speed, “oh, we’re not… we’re not a—“

“how much? :-D” he interrupts, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer as he grins at the stall owner who starts cooing

meanwhile, you resist the tempting act of whacking him with your reusable tote bag

and you may be trying to tone down the heat on your cheeks bUT that’s besides the point !!!

you’re not a couple

yet

“how cute!” the stall owner squeals, and you can nearly see the dollar signs in her eyes as gullible mingi fails to see beyond her sly marketing ploy. she hums in contemplation, “hm, maybe i shouldn’t favor you two. wouldn’t be fair for the singles out there, am i right?”

you nervously chuckle, “that’s perfectly fine!” you try to push mingi to move along the market but it’s like his feet are immediately rooted to the ground once he hears compliments directed at you both. “psst mingi, move your ass— aha i’m pretty sure we still have some corn back home anyways—“

“do we really look cute together? :-D”

cue you smacking your palm against your forehead

“why of course!” the woman nods her head eagerly, “absolutely adorable. and especially with a fine handsome young man like you!” she turns to look at you, “he’s a good one. don’t lose him, dear.”

dang, maybe you should ask her which business school she went to because her marketing skills are just straight up fire

mingi knocks his head back as he lets out a hearty belly laugh and if you squint hard enough, you can spot the pink dusting his cheeks. “ah, you flatter me too much, ma’am!.... please tell us more about how cute we look together! :-D”

… he ended up lugging an abnormally large sack of corn all the way home

“people probably think we look like a cute couple all the time, huh?” mingi grins to himself during dinner, eliciting a glare from you as you take another hesitant bite of the… weirdly edible grilled corn salad

your bowls of corn soup and corn rice bowl (don’t ask) along with a cup of sweetened corn for dessert remains untouched while mingi scarfs down his own like a mad man

you don’t even want to know how he’s been surviving on his own

“remind me to never let you grocery shop again,” you grumble, stabbing your fork into the bowl of corn salad as mingi stares at you, finding your anger cute somehow

huh… that’s weird

why does he think your furrowed brows and the aggressive chewing behind your pouty lips are the cutest things ever right now?

uh oh

your heart practically leaped out of your chest as you yelp in surprise when mingi suddenly stands up from the dining chair and sprints to his room without a word

???

you resume back to eating your food

meanwhile, mingi grabs his laptop and looks up a love meter website to calculate love percentage while trying to calm down his erratic heart rate

he quickly types in his and your names into the website and crosses his fingers with his eyes shut as he waits for the results

ding!

he opens his eyes and excitedly reads the words on the screen

90%! Love is in the air!

:-D <3 !!!

“mingi… why are you sitting on my lap.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

jung wooyoung

“i’m feeling lonely ♫ oh i wish i’d find a lover that could hold me ♫ now i’m crying in my room ♫ so skeptical of love ♫ but still i want it more, more, mOre ♫ i give a second chance to cUPID–”

“sing that song one more time and i will shoot you with an actual arrow.”

“hmph, meanie :-(“

usually, wooyoung would sing along to that stupidly addicting cupid song you always sing whenever you’re with him 

but right now, he’s a man on a mission !! and he’s very serious about it

“i need absolute silence,” he mutters quietly, his eyes zeroing at the very serious task in hand with his brows furrowed in concentration

“you’re being dramatic.”

his head snaps up to look at you with a glare. “excuSe me? i’m sorry that i’m the only one who obviously has a passion for art here!!”

and by art, he means frosting heart-shaped sugar cookies

this is like, one of the first few human activities he’s doing !! so he wants to actually be good at this !! (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

he doesn’t know why but he really wants to make you proud :-(

you stifle a giggle when you see his hands practically tremble as he continues to squeeze out the pastel pink frosting from the piping bag onto the heart-shaped cookies

how cute

you walk over to him and gently wrap your hand around his that’s currently holding the piping bag with a death grip, making him let out a small yelp in surprise

“you need to relax,” you softly chide, helping him loosen up his grip to gently guide him into pressing the piping bag properly

meanwhile, wooyoung’s trying to refrain himself from jumping out of your apartment window and flying to mount olympus because he can feel your breath on his neck and his heart is beating a little too fast and omg you’re so close to him &:&;;’js!

honestly, this isn’t the first time wooyoung’s felt this way towards you

it’s just,, he just feels so carefree and himself whenever he’s with you 

and also because he thinks you’re the best human ever

and that you have the most beautiful smile

and that if he tries to personify love, the first thing that’d pop up in his head would be an image of you with crinkled eyes and a smile, your twinkly laughter ringing in his ears

but he’d rather let zeus zap him on the butt with a thunderbolt than admit that

“see!” you let go of his hand to excitedly gesture towards the pink cookie you helped him with, “you can do it if you let yourself have fun a little ! this one actually looks pretty decent :-D”

he already misses the warmth of your hand

“are you saying the ones i did before look bad?” he raises a brow, and your eyes nervously flicker to the tray of heart-shaped cookies that looks like it’s been frosted by a kindergartner

you start sweating

“nO of course not aha!!!! haha!!!!” he narrows his eyes at you. “okay not even gonna lie but, they do look kinda bad I’M SORRY”

he huffs, offended. “it's aBstract!”

“it’s lopsided.”

gasp D-:

you laugh when he aggressively rips off his apron before sulking, “i hate baking.”

but he knows that he’d do anything to become human; to leave his cupid errands just so he could be a regular boy who dreams of opening a bakery down the street

and in this alternate universe he’s envisioned, he’d actually manage to do it and that’s where he would first meet you

with his hands coated with flour and him sporting a messy apron, a boyish grin on his lips as he tells you that the small bag of pastry in your hands is on the house and he’d watch as your cheeks endearingly heat up

and then this alternate universe wooyoung would lean against his sleek car as he waits for you outside your apartment for a set date to an amusement park, where he’d win a giant teddy bear for you from one of those rigged game stalls

and he would try his best to make you the happiest you can be every single day

but in this life, he can only distract himself for so long from your fate that's set in stone by the red string intertwined on your pinky finger that stretches out long and far outside your apartment door— a painful reminder of the first thing his mother’s ever told him about love,

that it is never fair.

(he looks at his own gray string looped around his pinky with its short length frayed around the edges before glancing over to you who’s packing the cookies in a tupperware for him to bring while he does his cupid errands, and he knows he doesn’t regret falling for you even though he knows how it’ll end.)

choi jongho

“what do you mean you can’t go????”

jongho may or may not have tears in his eyes right now

“look, man. i really am sorry, i know we planned this weeks ago but it’s an emergency,” mingi sighs from the other line of the call, sounding genuinely regretful. “i really can’t go.”

“the new jujutsu kaisen movie drop isn’t an emergency, hyung.”

“it is !!!!!” mingi exclaims, and jongho wonders whether he’s actually a year older than him. “and i have to be one of the first people who watches it so i’m not exchanging my movie ticket for anything else.”

wow

this hurts even more than the top 10 anime betrayals :-( 

“you know what? you should go do it with yn instead. you two look cute together.”

record scratch

jongho almost drops his phone placed on his ear as he feels his cheeks flush a bright beet red. “whAt !!” he squeaks.

“‘kay! i’ll talk to you soon !!!! have fun on the date hehe :-D” beep.

see… the thing is…

jongho really looks up to mingi

he’s his favorite frat brother !!!!!

and so, he finds himself sitting on the couch of your apartment right after the call, obediently following his hyung’s suggestion

curse his soft, compliant heart

“choi jongho, are you asking me out on a date?”

“-!” jongho chokes on his saliva, sputtering out unpleasant noises before bringing his fist to his chest, “n-not a date!” he manages to choke out and you grin cheekily at him. “it’s just a paint & wine class that i was supposed to go with mingi hyung but he ended up bailing, a-and it’s non-refundable and i’ve already paid in full so i’m basically forced to take you instead–”

“yeah yeah,” you dismissively wave a hand at him, already sprinting to your bedroom to get ready. “whatever. i guess i’ll agree to go on a date with you.”

“IT’S NOT A DATE!”

jongho doesn’t know when it all started

after his frat party, you two somehow always meet each other in every party he goes to and you’d both hangout in the corner of the room together, enjoying each other’s company and leaving together when the bass of the loud music finally deafens your ears

and soon enough, you have his number and he has yours, and the party hangouts turn into lunch hangouts that happens almost every day (he looks forward to it and will sulk when he doesn’t meet you at least once a day)

you also like to give him free iced americano and savory pastries from the cafe you work at !! :-D

safe to say, jongho likes you

uH, as a friend !!! of course

yeah

just as a friend

mhm

“psssst, jongho,” you whisper from across the table, stifling a giggle as you eye the other people attending the paint & wine class. “i think you need new prescription glasses.”

“if you ever mention this to wooyoung hyung, i’ll revoke our friendship,” he grits out before chugging his glass of red wine, the tip of his ears flushed red

turns out, jongho had accidentally booked two spots for a paint & wine class reserved for the elderly (which, jongho thinks, is a stupid idea because why would they let old people have a night of free-flow wine????)

the painting instructor actually felt so bad for him that they allowed you two to join the class anyways

so here you are, sitting in the two seat table smackdab in the middle of the room with everyone’s eyes on you

it also doesn’t help that you two decided to dress super fancy as a joke for the night, with jongho wearing a crisp dark gray suit over a white button up that’s barely buttoned and you with a white floor-length evening dress under the apron they gave you

it looks like you both just ditched a wedding or something

which is precisely the look you two are going for !!! :-D 

and honestly, his hyungs can tease him all they want for all the mini adventures he does with you but he’s truly the happiest when he’s with you (he will never say this to your face)

“look at what i painted!”

jongho looks up from his canvas to see you pursing your lips in concentration over yours, your hand tightly gripping one of the paintbrushes as you finish up some small details before turning the easel to proudly present the A4 canvas to him. “tadaa!”

the reference for today’s class is an acrylic portrait of a brown kitten and jongho personally thinks he nailed his own rendition of the painting projected on the projection screen in front of the room so he’s really excited to see yours!!!

uhm

“...........yn, that’s not the painting we’re doing today.”

you nod, “i know.”

on your canvas, you’ve painted what looks like a hut with three beds all in different sizes, a dining table with three different sized bowls of porridge, and a family of brown bears with a little blonde boy—

"did you seriously paint me as goldilocks?”

you grin cutely at him, “i did!” you point at goldilocks-jongho on your painting, “you’re with your bear family now! isn’t it cute? :3”

(jongho’s trying his best to not bash his head through the canvas because !!!! nu uh nope nO, he definitely does not like you !!! not at all !!!! it’s just the wine doing things to his brain—)

“and i also painted the bears’ bed sheets purple because it’s your favorite color! and— oh shit.”

a loud clink echoes throughout the room, making everyone's heads (yes, the paint instructor as well) turn to look at your table

…………………

you accidentally plunged your paintbrush in your wine glass instead of the plastic cup of water beside it

both of your eyes widen at the sight of the purple paint staining the red liquid in the expensive glass

and honestly, you can probably just ask for a new glass of wine and apologize for this tiny mistake and it’ll be like nothing ever happened (except for the fact that you'll be embarrassed for the rest of the night)

but where’s the fun in that?

you exchange glances before jongho abruptly stands up from his chair, grab both of your canvases in one hand, and interlaces the other with yours as you two run out of the room, both of your laughters ringing throughout the hallway

“that’s so embarrassing!” you yelp, slamming jongho’s car door behind you before he turns on the engine, quickly backing up from the parking lot to drive away from the building. you groan as you lean back on the passenger seat, “please don’t ever take me to another paint & wine class again.”

jongho can’t help but chuckle at your flustered expression as he carefully place the canvases on the backseat without his eyes leaving the road, “i actually think that was pretty fun.”

“should we get dinner?”

“sure, i know a place. we could pretend we’re having our first anniversary so that they’d give us free chocolate lava cake.”

“are you just using this chance to pretend to be my boyfriend again?” you tease, trying to hide the smile on your face

“why are you so shy about it? we literally made out once–”

“I TOLD YOU TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN!!!!”

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[seohwang]

Bedroom mishaps. (Maknae line)

An Ateez reaction to getting into an embarrassing/awkward situation while intimate

Genre: fluff, smut (nothing too explicit, though)

Word count: 6 155

Warnings: the slightest, tiniest hint of cnc/helplessness in San’s reaction, mature themes, embarrassing moments, and just awkwardness in general, lol

Dynamics: mostly sub!ateez-leaning or with no dynamics, except for mild dom!Jongho

A/N: This fic is the long-awaited second part to my Bedroom mishaps series! You can find the hyung line version here. Hope you enjoy!

San

In his defense, it had been a long time since the two of you had had sex

And so, when San practically jumped you the second you both had a free evening to yourselves, you really couldn’t blame him

After all, if you were being honest, you really missed him too

But, as unfortunate as it was, you still had some important things to do after you got home (that didn’t include riding him into oblivion)

You know, things such as eating and resting for at least a little bit after a tiring 9-to-5

Which meant that you (but especially San) would have to wait just a bit longer

And while you were admittedly just as impatient as he was, you did not expect him to actually sit right next to you on the couch while you ate, patiently waiting for you to finish your food like some kind of needy puppy

You tried to keep your focus on the TV, watching the show on screen intently as you ignored your impatient boyfriend to the best of your abilities

Which was hard, considering how touchy he was in general, let alone right now after waiting for so long

And sure, it was a bit cute, you had to admit

Until the questions began

“So, are you almost done?” “San, I just started eating.”

“...And now?” “You can literally see the food that’s still in the bowl!”

This then went on for the rest of your meal, with only a few minutes of silence in-between whenever you gave him a quick peck as an attempt at distraction

But even with that, you could still see the giddiness in his eyes once you finally stood up from the couch, walking over to the sink to clean the dishes

With San in tow, of course

“You’re really something, you know that?” You asked in amused disbelief, turning to your boyfriend as he clung to you from behind with a coy smile

“Mm-hmm,” he wordlessly agreed, tightening his grip on your waist before moving to kiss your neck

“Can you really n-not wait until I’m finished here? Are you that needy already?” You asked abashedly, trying to keep your composure when he found a particularly sensitive spot

“If I say yes, will you finally let me take you to the bedroom?” He asked back, pressing your body even closer to his as his kisses grew more feverish

And who were you to deny him?

And so, you made your way over to the bedroom, with San leading the way this time, eagerly pulling you with him

He was surprised, however, when you quickly matched his enthusiasm the moment you landed on the bed, pulling him into a deep kiss before getting on top and taking over

It was as if a switch had flipped within you, finally properly getting into the right mood and leaving all of the stress of your daily life behind, with San now being the target of choice

Not that he was complaining, of course not

He was just taken a bit off-guard, that’s all

But even that surprise just seemed to rile him up more, pulling the sweetest noises out of him as your hands roamed his body

You could only chuckle at that, watching the previously eager and assertive man quickly crumble right before you into a desperate, deprived mess

It’s not like he could do much to hide it either, already way too sensitive to be able to suppress any of his reactions to your touches

You wouldn’t have it any other way though, thriving in every little (or not so little) noise he made as you worked him, grinding down on the bulge in his sweatpants

Unbeknownst to you, however, amidst all this, there was an ongoing conflict going on in San’s head, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowing as he held onto your hips tightly in a feeble attempt to ground himself

On one hand, he was feeling incredible, loving every single thing you were doing to him

From your fingers pulling at his hair and exploring his broad chest as you kissed him fervently, to the oh-so-amazing feeling of your hips moving against his

Everything you did was just the way San liked it, the way he’d needed it for so long

But that’s where the main problem resided as well

Because while all of this felt unbelievably good, it was starting to feel a bit too good too soon

And before San knew it, he was beginning to feel that familiar warmth in his stomach, alerting him of his high just a tad too late

“W-wait, Y-Y/N-!” He tried to warn you, but his words only came out a jumbled mess, half-muffled by your lips on his and half-muffled by his own inability to speak in his current state

But even if you were to understand him, you were still so focused on everything else that you just didn’t register him speaking altogether, grinding down on him even harder if anything

And it was seemingly that exact feeling of hopelessness, the feeling of not being able to stop the pleasure, that completely did it for San, finally snapping that coil within him as he came

With a pathetic cry of your name, he suddenly stilled, holding your hips tightly against his as he threw his head back

The sudden change was enough to bring you out of your own daze as well, watching your boyfriend shudder beneath you, breath hitching with every involuntary jerk of his hips as pleasure coursed through his body

Despite your surprise, you let him be for a few seconds, allowing him to slowly come down from his high

It was easy to tell when he was starting to return to himself, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks as his foggy mind finally realized what had happened

Refusing to open his eyes, he slid his hands up your back, gently pulling you down to lie on his chest as he hid his face in the crook of your neck

After a beat or two of complete silence, you finally dared to speak up in a slow, tentative voice

“Did you just...?” You trailed off, unsure if you wanted to make your boyfriend even shyer by saying it out loud

“Um...maybe?” He replied just as hesitantly, letting out a nervous chuckle as he tried to secretly peek at your face, “would you be mad if I said yes?”

Now it was your turn to laugh, pulling away to look at his embarrassed expression

“Sannie, baby,” you began, cupping his cheek softly as you spoke, “do you really think I’d be mad at you for something like this?” You asked back, moving your hand up to fix his hair gently

He pouted at that, giving you a small, guilty frown

“I mean...” He began, another wave of embarrassment flushing his face, “I was so eager to do this before, only to just, you know...”

“Cum in your pants after a few minutes?” You brazenly finished his sentence, eliciting a humiliated sound from him

“Y/N!” He groaned as he hid his face in his hands, mortified

You just giggled, moving to pry his hands away again, “come on, you know I’m just joking,” you said, trying to coax him to look at you

“Not only was it, like, really fucking hot,” you began again, earning a surprised yet curious look from San, “but you have the whole night to make it up to me, don’t you?”

Hearing this, you finally got a sweet, genuine smile from him as he looked up at you, feeling reassured at last, “you’re right.”

With his new-found confidence, his hands slowly trailed up to your face, pulling you down gently for yet another deep, passionate kiss

“That I do.”

Mingi

It’s no secret that Mingi likes to joke and play around, especially around his family, friends, and you

But lately, as you’d come to notice pretty early on, the smile he wore around you didn’t quite reach his eyes anymore

Instead, his eyes screamed exhaustion, the same way his sluggish movements and sagged shoulders as he walked around your apartment did

You wanted to ask him about it, of course you did, but with the way Mingi was, always trying not to bother anyone too much, you knew it would be useless anyway

(unless you were to pressure him into it, which just sounded like the last thing you should be doing at this moment, so that was completely out of the question)

Besides, it wasn’t like the reason behind his tiredness was some government secret anyway

With the latest project at his job nearing its deadline, it was pretty obvious what the cause was

Every day, he’d already be gone when you’d wake up, and you were lucky if you got to spend more than 2 hours in the evening with him before he’d crash in your shared bed, out like a light

So really, if anything, it was surprising that Mingi was still able to hold up his usual front even under these current conditions

Well, except for one thing, that is

For the same reasons as stated above, not only was the social aspect of your relationship hurting, but so was the sexual one

Not that you were too upset about it, of course not

You knew that Mingi was just having a busier period at work right now, and you were perfectly content waiting until he’d feel more rested and comfortable

It was just that you could see it slowly start to affect him

He’d become more touchy with you, staying close whenever the two of you were alone together (and sometimes even when you weren’t - poor cashier at the nearby convenience store)

Even the way he looked at you every time you faced him told you he needed you

But of course, with Mingi being Mingi, he was both too tired and stressed to really do anything, and too unsure about initiating any deeper kind of intimacy with you when your time together was already so limited

And so, being the loving and attentive partner you are, you decided to take matters into your own hands (literally)

It was pretty late when Mingi came home, the cheerful chime of the front door being opened sounding long after it’d gone dark outside

You were sitting on the couch, already waiting for him to finally set your plan into motion

After a couple of slow, dragging footsteps, your boyfriend’s face finally came into view, making you smile

“Hey there,” you greeted softly, getting up from where you were seated to help him with the bag over his shoulder

“Hey,” he replied, giving you a tired smile as he let you take the bag from him, but not before pulling you in for a soft, affectionate kiss

As you momentarily parted ways for you to put his things away and for him to change, you called out to him from the other room: “How was work today?”

After a few moments of silence, he finally shuffled back over to the living room, only to see you already waiting for him with a suspiciously coy smile on your lips

“Good,” he mumbled, running a hand through his slightly messy hair, “just the usual.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, thinking silently for a second before carefully walking over to him

You wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with a playful spark in your eyes, “hm, that’s good to hear.”

“Yeah,” he replied in a slightly breathy voice, giving you a mildly curious look as he automatically hugged you back, “what about you?”

You grinned shyly at his question, happy that everything was going according to plan so far

“Also mostly fine - just a bit lonely, I guess. I really missed you, you know.”

Tightening your hold on him, you gently leaned into him, putting your left foot forward as a silent command for him to move back

He obliged immediately, though the confusion on his face was evident

After a couple steps backward, his legs hit the back of the couch, making him fall down onto the cushions

This time, it seemed that Mingi’s curiosity had reached its peak, as he looked up at your amused expression with big, unassuming eyes, “I- what exactly is going on right now?” He asked with a light chuckle

You let out a laugh of your own, ignoring his question as you sank down to your knees between his legs, eagerly reaching for the hem of his sweatpants

The sudden escalation obviously startled Mingi and his hands grabbed a hold of your own, stopping you before you could try to pull his pants down

“Y-Y/N, wha-what are you...?” He questioned, clearly surprised

But you just gave him another coy look, taking his hands and pulling them off his lap before grabbing at his pants again

“It’s okay, just let me take care of you, hm?”

This time, Mingi let you slide his pants down, breath hitching as you palmed him over his boxers

“I-I, uh, you don’t have to, it’s okay-”

Before he could say anything else, though, you swiftly rose back up to his face, placing a quick peck on his lips to effectively shut him up before going back down

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to,” you reassured him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks at your genuine enthusiasm, 

“So let me.”

And let you, he did.

Before long, you had reduced Mingi to a moaning mess, more sensitive and needy than you’d ever seen him

One of his hands was gently cradling your cheek, the other coming up to shield his blushing face

You were having none of that, however, instantly coming to a halt and pulling off, drawing a frustrated whine from him

“Y/N, why,” he complained needily, slightly lifting his arm to peek down at you

You reached up to grab it, pulling it down to rest by his side instead

“That’s why,” you explained, giving him a cheeky grin, “now, if you want me to keep going, you better let me hear and see you, alright?”

“Ah, o-okay, I wi-” but before he could finish his sentence, you were right back on him again, making him interrupt his own words with a strained groan, eyes closing in bliss

Without any other obstacles in your way, you resumed your previous pace, looking up at Mingi with sultry eyes as you did so

Recovering from the short moment of overwhelming pleasure, Mingi opened his eyes again, looking down at you, only to be met with your hungry gaze already on him

Immediately, he looked away again, feeling his heart skip a beat at the intensity in your eyes

Now, don’t be mistaken - Mingi could be a very passionate, confident lover when he wanted to be, and even when he didn’t, he was still somewhat composed most of the time

But now, after what felt like an eternity of not being able to experience you, hold you and take care of each other in whichever way you wanted, to suddenly seeing you so enthusiastic and focused on him in such a compromising position was, well...

Really fucking hot

And with the oversensitivity from not being touched by you for so long, Mingi could feel himself getting dangerously near the edge in no time

“Y-Y/N, you’re too good to me, I think I-” a hiss escaped him as your nails dug into his bare thigh, slowly but firmly dragging down his leg

“It’s okay hun, just cum whenever,” you said, still looking up at him to gauge his beautiful reactions

And although the hot lines you left on his thigh were comfortingly grounding, Mingi’s mind still felt like complete mush

With the past few weeks filled with nothing but work, work, and more work, the countless days running on 5 hours of sleep if he was lucky, with barely seeing you for more than a few hours a day,

Only to now be completely engulfed in your care and attention, to have you treat him so well and make him feel so much at once, physically, mentally, and emotionally,

Mingi felt like he was becoming delirious

As he was approaching his high, his hazy eyes were flitting around the room, brain completely fogged over as he could barely focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure

And then he felt your hand on his other thigh, felt your nails slowly start to press into the muscle again, and he lost it

Suddenly tensing under you, Mingi’s mind seemed to have completely blacked out as he came, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him as he moaned out your name

Or what he thought was your name, at least, until he finally registered the sounds of you giggling, forcing him to open his eyes again

You were looking down, forehead dropping to rest on his leg as you trembled with laughter

“W-what?” He asked, words still a bit slurred and airy as he barely started coming down from his orgasm

The question seemed to make you laugh even more, much to Mingi’s amused confusion

“Am I- god,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down enough to talk, “is my name LG now?”

“What?”

Mingi looked down at you incredulously, not understanding what the fuck you just said

Did he just cum so hard he went insane?? Because he definitely felt like it

“I- n-no? What are you-”

It was only then that Mingi’s eyes seemed to have focused properly again, as he suddenly took notice of the LG television behind you, the big bold letters standing out against the otherwise black plastic

“Why did you moan out the name of our TV then?” You asked him, breaking into another fit of laughter as it all finally clicked in his head, mouth hanging open in shock as he looked at you

“Did- did I actually...?” He muttered, looking absolutely bewildered by his own actions

Trying to suppress any more giggles, you nodded with a small “yup”, grinning as you stood back up to help him re-dress

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry,” he immediately began apologizing, letting out an amazed chuckle of his own, “I knew I was a tired mess today, but not this much, damn.”

You just laughed again, moving to sit beside him and wrap your arms around his middle

“It’s fine babe, don’t worry about it. If anything, I can now proudly say I give head so good it makes you accidentally endorse electronics.”

As expected, your teasing remark worked just as intended, pulling a humiliated cry from Mingi as he hid his face in his hands

“Y/N, please!”

Wooyoung

“Fucking finally”, Wooyoung muttered to himself half-annoyed, half-excited as the front door slammed shut at last, signaling that his roommate had left after what had felt like an eternity

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his impatience, though, if you were being honest, you were feeling pretty restless as well at this point

Wooyoung had been planning this night for more than a week, making sure that everything lined up perfectly - you were free for the evening, he was free for the evening, and, most importantly, his roommate would be out for at least a few hours

It all seemed to be working out just fine when you arrived too, joining Wooyoung under the cozy blankets he’d laid out for you on the couch and choosing a movie to play in the background as you talked about your days

The both of you were content like this, happy to indulge in each other’s comforting presence and catch up with each other (so you could have more time to do other things later-)

But as the hours slowly went by and Wooyoung’s roommate was still sitting at the kitchen table, not getting ready to leave any time soon as he kept typing away on his laptop, Wooyoung was starting to become impatient

He wanted to say something to him, to hopefully speed things up just a little, but how do you do that without sounding like a desperate, horny teenager?

Exactly, you can’t

And so the two of you kept waiting, watching the TV absent-mindedly as you started to draw slow, teasing shapes on Wooyoung’s leg to try and rile him up even further

This clearly seemed to work, judging by the way his jaw clenched every time your nails traced the insides of his thigh, desperately trying to keep his eyes on the screen and not jump your bones right then and there

Wooyoung was trying to keep calm, he really was

But with each passing second of your playful teasing, he could feel himself slowly going insane

That was until a sudden ringing echoed around the dorm, making both of you jump a little in your spot

You turned around to look in the kitchen, watching as Jongho, Wooyoung’s aforementioned roommate, fumbled with the phone in his hands, quickly swiping on the display to answer

“Hey, what’s-” he began but got quickly cut off by the person on the other side, their annoyed nagging loud enough for you to hear from the other room

“W-wait, what do you mean? It’s-” Jongho’s eyes suddenly widened, seemingly realizing something just then

He quickly stood up, slamming his laptop shut as he rushed back into his room, cursing under his breath the whole way there

“Dude, I’m so sorry, I just got completely caught up in what I was doing that I didn’t see the- yeah, yeah, I know I’m a dumbass, just, uh, wait for me, okay? I’ll be right there, I swear. Bye.”

And with that, Jongho emerged out of his room again, rushing out of the apartment without sparing a single glance at the two of you

Not that either of you minded, anyway, too preoccupied with the fact that you were finally alone together to care about anything else

There was not a word spoken between the two of you as you faced each other again, the eager look in your eyes enough for the both of you to know what was about to go down

Wooyoung decided to take action first, closing the gap between your bodies by pressing your lips together in a hot, feverish kiss

You wasted no time either, quickly crawling onto his lap and tangling your fingers in his hair to deepen the kiss even further

Wooyoung’s hands roamed all over your body until they eventually came to rest on your hips, helping you grind down on the hard-on he’d been trying to keep at bay for way too long

You stayed like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s bodies and the electrifying anticipation of what was about to come

That was until you tugged on Wooyoung’s hair just right, the sensation of it along with the unexpected bite on his lower lip making him let out a wanton moan

Deciding that he’d had enough, he suddenly stood up from the couch, taking you by surprise as he lifted you up with him

The look of shock on your face must have been evident, judging by the smug smile on Wooyoung’s lips as he carried you to the bedroom

“Didn’t think I could do that, huh?” He asked teasingly, eyes gauging your reaction as he breached the entrance to his room

And while you usually got annoyed by that shit-eating grin of his, you had to admit, you were genuinely impressed

“Honestly? No, I didn’t,” you conceded, watching the look of surprise on his face at you actually giving in to him, “and I gotta say, that was really fucking hot,” you continued, making Wooyoung’s ears turn red in response

He’d never admit it, but as much as he loved the usual banter and bickering between the two of you, genuine compliments and admiration like this made him completely weak in the knees for you

And so, with a new wave of fervor coursing through him, he basically threw you down on the bed, taking a split second to admire the view in front of him before jumping on it as well to join you

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at his new-found passion, peppering kisses all over your neck as his hands slipped under your shirt, eagerly exploring the skin there

Not wanting to waste any more time, you gently pulled his head away to take off your shirt and bra, immediately causing his eyes to look down, taking in all of your beautiful body under him

It seemed as though everything you did made him even more enthusiastic, every little movement, noise, or revealed skin turning him on impossibly more

And while this was definitely endearing and sexy to you (as well as a huge confidence boost), it also came with quite a bit of clumsiness from Wooyoung

From the way his hands fumbled with his hoodie before finally managing to take it off, to the momentary loss of balance as he dove back down to give you yet another hot kiss

Only to accidentally lean a bit too forward and bump your foreheads together - hard

“Ow!” You cried out in pain at the impact, pulling away from him as you caressed your throbbing forehead

Wooyoung let out a small groan of his own at the collision, but shook the pain off right away to tend to you

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked worriedly, replacing your hand with his to try and soothe the spot himself

“I- yeah, it’s- it’s okay, just,” you tried to reply, forced to pause for a moment due to the sharp pain in your skull, “didn’t expect it, is all.”

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung pressed on anyway, not believing your words when your eyes were still scrunched up in pain, “I swear I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry, babe.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, making him even more puzzled

“Woo it’s fine, really,” you said, finally opening your eyes again to give him an amused smile, “and of course you didn’t mean to, who would ever consciously decide to just ram their head into their girlfriend like that?”

Wooyoung groaned at your words, leaning down to hide his face in your neck in embarrassment, “shut up, I still feel bad.”

You cooed at that, finding this guilty and sheepish side of your boyfriend utterly adorable

“I know hun, it’s okay,” you comforted him, rubbing gentle circles on his back while the pain in your forehead slowly started to subside, “I think we both just got a little too excited for our own good, you know?”

Wooyoung rose up at that, looking at you with big eyes as he argued back: “Of course we did! How could I not be horny out of my mind when Jongho made us wait almost two extra hours?!”

“And there he is again”, you thought to yourself with a chuckle

The drama queen of a boyfriend you came to love so much, happy and lively just like before <3

Jongho

Sex with Jongho was fun.

Contrary to what the people around him made you believe at first - that he was this mature and aloof guy who was always so quiet and serious - you quickly came to find just how wrong all of them were

Because despite admittedly keeping to himself most of the time around other people, that did not apply to his romantic and sexual relationships in the slightest

After all, when you have to hold yourself to a certain standard all day, it gets pretty tiring pretty quickly

And so, once the two of you started to get more comfortable with each other, Jongho let himself relax around you as well

He gradually became more and more open and vulnerable with you, letting you in on his various thoughts and opinions, and, later on, even some of his deepest secrets

Of course, this is no one-way street, and in the same way Jongho expects you to accept him fully, he does so to you as well

Whatever it is that you want to share or are interested in, you can always trust Jongho to hear you out with a completely open and curious mind

At first, this pertained mainly to your general relationship, but as time went on and you’d had your fair share of comfortable, vanilla sex, the two of you mutually agreed on trying to venture a bit further

You started out pretty simple, introducing light bondage and some mild dirty talk into the bedroom, which ended up being a lot of fun for the both of you

Eventually, however, even that became too mild and familiar, and you continued to explore even deeper

Because of this, discussing different turn-ons and fantasies became pretty common between the two of you, and although it still made you feel a bit embarrassed (and, judging by the small blush on Jongho’s cheeks as he stumbled over his words a little, you weren’t the only one), it was really exciting to hear and see what Jongho found arousing

During one of these discussions, you’d decided to bring up something that had been plaguing your mind for the longest time now, finally feeling brave enough to admit to it

“Actually, there was something new I’ve been wanting to try for a while now,” you confessed shyly after Jongho asked you if there was anything new you wanted to look into

“Oh? What is it?” He asked, perching up in his spot on the couch

“Ah, it’s a bit embarrassing, especially now that I’ve admitted to thinking about it for a long time,” you nervously chuckled, making Jongho smile at your cute antics as well before silently beckoning you to continue

“It’s just that...I’ve been wondering if maybe you could try being a bit...rougher in bed, so to speak? Like using your strength more and just, you know,” you trailed off, somehow feeling a lot more shy bringing up this specific idea than any of the other interests

Jongho giggled at your red face, unable to stop himself from blushing either

It’s not a secret that Jongho is pretty buff and strong, anyone can recognize that just by glancing at him

However, that didn’t stop Jongho from nearly melting on the spot whenever you complimented him on his physique, puffing his chest like the cheesy man he is whenever you did

So now, to hear that you not only liked his strength but liked it like that, Jongho was pretty much screaming and squealing on the inside (in a good way, of course!!)

“Oh, um, uh,” Jongho began, stammering like a bumbling idiot as his head filled over with way too many interesting ideas at the prospect

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about this either, of course he had

It was just that he didn’t want to force anything like this on you, since your sex life has been mostly just soft and loving so far, and he didn’t want to make you think he didn’t enjoy it that way

And so, he waited for you to come to him of your own volition, wanting to be sure that you genuinely wanted this as well and weren’t agreeing to it just to please him because most porn sites showed the rougher parts of sex

But now that you did, he was so surprised that he almost didn’t know what to say, except for the stuttery and giggly “y-yeah, sure, I’d love to.”

And it was exactly those few words of agreement that brought you here, lying with your back on the bed, legs wrapped around Jongho’s waist as he let all of his frustration out on you

He’d had a long, infuriating day at work today, and after storming home almost fuming, it was unanimously decided that this was the perfect time to try out your latest suggestion

With the way Jongho was already furious, there was no need to try and rile him up any further

You knew as much by the way he suddenly picked you up in the hallway, throwing you over his shoulder with a slap to your butt as he stomped over to your shared bedroom

There, he threw you down on your bed, quickly tossing his shirt off before making his way to you, caging you between his arms as he kissed you feverishly

And now, a few minutes later, you were still pressed beneath him, grasping onto his arms and back for dear life as he let himself get completely lost in you, grunting with every rougher thrust

“Jongho!” You cried out, making him look down at you with wild, dazed eyes

“Wh-what? Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, closing his eyes momentarily to try to calm down (or at least enough to be able to comprehend your words)

“M-more,” you whined weakly, giving him an equally as fucked-out face

He let out a hitched chuckle at your words, lowering his head with a grin of disbelief

“More? I’m already fucking you this hard and you still want more?” He questioned, making you whimper at the teasing words

“You’re insatiable, I swear,” he muttered proudly, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away, “but fine.”

He removed your legs from his waist, only to then hoist them up to rest on his shoulders as he nearly folded you in half

You gasped at the sudden change of positions, feeling him drive even deeper into you like this

Without any further ado, he resumed his previous pace, pushing into you with a loud groan

You were quick to return back to your cloud nine, mind hazed over with nothing but Jongho firmly gripping your hips, brows furrowing as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm for just a little longer

You were getting way too close yourself, sneaking a hand between the two of you to help yourself just a little bit more to get there

Not long after, you felt yourself dangerously near the edge, mouth opening to tell Jongho in what you hoped would be a stable enough voice for your pleas to still be coherent

Before you could say anything, however, a loud snap resonated through the room, and you could feel the bed under you dip slightly

The two of you froze instantly, looking at each other with wide eyes as you tried to catch your breath

You were the first one to break the silence, still gasping for breath as you spoke: “Did the bed just...?”

After a beat of nothing, Jongho replied: “I-I think so.”

Leaning a bit to the side to check the bedframe, Jongho first let out a shocked gasp before an incredulous chuckle left his lips as he saw a huge crack running down the side of it

“Holy shit.”

You shared a long look of both amazement and embarrassment before a sly, teasing smile made its way onto your lips

“So, are you gonna keep going, or...?”

Taking a second to process your words, Jongho let out a small laugh at your words, shaking his head in amused disbelief

“Just like I said...”

He cautiously moved off the bed, hearing a dangerously loud creak from under him as he got up

But then, without a warning, he pulled you by your leg to the edge of the bed before picking you up into his arms, making you yelp in surprise as you instinctively wrapped yourself around him

“You’re absolutely insatiable,” he said, a playful grin on his face as your eyes met again before giving you a quick peck on the lips

Carefully, he carried you down the hallway and into the living room before laying you down on the couch

Just like before, he climbed onto the couch with you, lifting your legs up again to resume what you had been doing

Not before going in for one more kiss, though, pulling away with that beautiful smile of his

“But I love it.” 

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥  

[noramoons]

nothing compares to you.

pairing: song mingi x fem reader (afab)

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship

rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI).

word count: 3.2k

warnings: explicit smut [fingering, slight somnophilia?, praise, unprotected sex, wet dreams], language

summary: you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

You're falling.

You'd been climbing up this steep, rocky cliff for as long as you can remember, jagged rocks digging into your palms and dirt making its way underneath your fingernails as you ascend, paying for each brutal inch upwards with your own sweat and tears—but you're exhausted. You've gone too far, for too long. And you've slipped. You're falling.

You don't even remember how you'd gotten up to the edge of that cliff in the first place, where you'd been going or where you'd come from, but you're certainly careening off of it now, accelerating with the wind in your hair as you plummet towards the water at the bottom of the cliff face, unable to shut your eyes even as you brace yourself for the impact—

You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom. A dream—it was just a dream. A nightmare, more likely, but still nothing more, even as your heartbeat continues to pound in your chest as the adrenaline wears off.

You're brought further back to reality when you feel the weight draped across your stomach—Mingi. His arm, to be more precise, slung across you but still holding you as close to his chest, to him, as possible, even as he sleeps.

You smile a little at the thought, taking even breaths to calm yourself down from the nightmare. You try to match your breathing to the soft snores of the man behind you, breathing in as deep as you can through your nose before exhaling out of your mouth, finally feeling that fear and tension begin to fade from your body.

"Mmmph," Mingi suddenly whispers, and you turn your head across the pillow to face him—but you're surprised to see his eyes still squeezed shut. He's still asleep. But you can see that his eyebrows are furrowed, even in the dark, as if he's concentrating on something as he sleeps.

The next time he speaks, you understand his words much more clearly.

"Y/N," you hear him say, a frown suddenly tugging the corners of his lips down, and you find yourself frowning at him too. Mingi might be having a bad dream just like you had been—so you start to turn further to your side in an attempt to wake him up, but he only holds you tighter against him, fingers wrapped around the fabric of the front of your shirt.

"Y/N," he says again, this time directly in your ear—and this time the tone of it sounds much more familiar. Desperate, almost.

You start to suspect that he isn't having a bad dream at all. And your suspicions are confirmed when you feel him roll his hips against you, gasping into your ear as he does so.

Oh.

His fingers dig tighter into the material of your shirt, holding you impossibly closer to him still. Your eyes widen when you hear him groan your name again, still fully and wholly asleep. "Please," you think you hear him add.

His hips rock against you once more, and there's no doubt at all in your mind as to the contents of his dream once you feel the hardness against your ass. You clamp a hand over your mouth to keep the sharp inhale that leaves your throat as quiet as possible.

The torture continues for what feels like an eternity—Mingi practically moaning into your ear, gasping out words you occasionally understand while his grip across your body keeps you from moving. You can only take so much, though, and it's not long before a real groan escapes you too at the panting you hear behind you.

The moment you'd been trapped in shatters immediately, however—the instant you make a noise, Mingi stirs.

"Y/N?" he mumbles, sounding much more like he usually does in the morning and not at all like what you'd just heard against the shell of your ear for the past several minutes. "What time is it?"

You shake your head, trying to compose yourself as you turn your entire body now to face him. "I'm not sure," you say.

Mingi frowns. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

You wave his words away, biting back the grin that threatens to tug at your lips. "What were you dreaming about?" you ask, as innocently as possible.

Mingi, however, doesn't hesitate. "You," he answers.

The boldness makes your cheeks flush, and you see him grin when he notices. But you press him further. "What about me?"

"We were in a house—ours, I think. Just us."

"Just us, huh?" you repeat, grinning a little at the thought. You don't mind Mingi's housemates at all—they've all been nothing but exceptionally nice to you since you've met them, and from what you can tell, they keep the apartment fairly clean. But the thought of a home with Mingi, with just the two of you, is still something out of a dream.

He nods. "It was early morning. I could see the sun in the kitchen windows—you were in there with me, making coffee for the two of us."

You're amazed that he's kept up the pretense for so long. "And?" you ask, poking him in the side as you press him for further details.

Mingi laughs softly at you, wrapping one hand around your wrist to stop your incessant jabs. "And I bent you over the counter."

Oh. Fuck, that was hot—Mingi's not always one for dirty talk, so to hear him state so casually what he'd done to you in his dream sends heat blooming between your legs.

Your reaction isn't lost on him, either—his grin widens when he sees the way yours suddenly falls. "Were you dreaming about anything?"

You let out a laugh. "I was falling off a cliff, I think. Nothing nearly as fun as yours," you add with a wink.

But Mingi frowns. "A cliff?" He pulls you closer to him, as if to reassure the both of you that you're not doing anything of the sort. "I'm sorry, love. I wish we could have switched dreams."

You make a face at that. "I don't. I'm rather glad you woke me up that way, actually."

His eyes widen. "Oh. Shit. I woke you up...like that?" Funny, how much shyer conscious-Mingi can be than his sleeping self.

But you just shrug. "If you really want to make it up to me, you can touch me," you ask, as sweetly as you can. "Dream-you may have been fucking me over a counter, but real-you just teased me for what I think was the greater half of ten minutes."

Mingi laughs. "Alright, alright," he says. "I'd could never leave you hanging like that. I'll get right to work." He winks before leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek, then your jaw, your chin, before he finally lands against yours, kissing you gently while one of his hands skims down to the waistband of the shorts you've slept in. He dips lower, circling your clit with his thumb before his long index finger swipes over your entrance—and he breaks the kiss, smirking once he feels how wet you already are.

"Needy, hmm?" he asks, warm breath dancing along your jawline as he works his fingers against you. "Near-death-experience dreams got you all worked up?"

You try to let out a scoff, but it turns into a choked out moan when he finally pushes a long, slender finger inside of you. "More like you moaning in my ear for ten minutes—nghh, fuck, Mingi," you sigh, his name spilling from your lips as he pushes another finger deeper in you, rubbing against your slick walls.

He doesn't say anything in response this time, but you can practically feel the cheeky grin above you as he continues his ministrations, pushing in and out of you at an increasingly teasing pace, going from a gradual build to wrenchingly slow—and you aren't sure how much more of it you can take when he curls a finger up against you, exactly where he knows how to get a reaction.

"Shit," you say, feeling that all-too familiar flame burning its way through your chest. "Mingi. I need you."

He doesn't stop, but he slows the pulse of his fingers rubbing against you. "You have me," he says, feigning confusion. You know he knows what you want. You also know that he just wants to hear you say it.

And you think you've had enough teasing for one night—so you don't hesitate to groan out, "Fuck me. Please."

It's dark in your shared bedroom, but your eyes have adjusted enough that you can practically see Mingi's eyes dilate at your words. "So polite," he says, brushing a kiss to the bottom of your chin. "How could I ever say no to that?" His lips glide over yours once again, greedily trying to consume as much of you as he can as he yanks your shorts down to your knees before tugging his own underwear off (and partially to distract you from the stretch of him pushing his length between your legs as it replaces his fingers).

You still moan out against his lips, breath heavy against his when he bottoms out, hips resting against yours. Mingi smirks. "Always sound so pretty for me."

You, however, feel a twinge of embarrassment the minute the sound leaves your mouth—but its not due to either of you. "Your housemates heard us last time, you know," you remind him, cheeks burning at the memory of the text you'd received from Wooyoung, who sleeps in the room beside Mingi's, asking you to please let him have at least one night this week where he wouldn't be awakened by the two of you.

His cheeks redden too, but he shakes his head at you, smirking all the while. "You'll just have to be quiet, then," he whispers.

That causes a smirk of your own to tug at your lips. "I'm not worried about me being loud."

And that, of course, Mingi takes as a challenge. It's half an instant after he realizes your words that he grabs hold of your waist with one hand to steady himself as he starts to roll his hips into you, easing himself at an achingly slow pace.

"Feel so good," you hear him gasp into your ear—quieter than usual, but the words alone are enough to send a shiver of lust through your veins. "So damn tight."

You're practically biting your tongue to the bottom of your mouth to keep your groans from escaping. He knows exactly what you want to feel. What you want to hear.

Damn him.

You link your arms around his neck before pulling him down into a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans and yours in a clash of tongues and teeth while Mingi continues rocking in and out of you with careful, almost teasing thrusts, and it's not long before you feel that initial spark of pleasure in your veins melt into something more—an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and warmth growing from between your legs that moves up, lust working its way through your every fiber until all you can think about is this want—this need—and how badly you want him to move faster.

So you concede. For now. "Mingi," you gasp, fingers curling in his hair and scraping against the back of his scalp. "Need you."

You don't miss the way his breath hitches as you tighten your hands in his hair. "You need me? To do what?" he asks, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance, truly, as he tilts his head to the side in confusion, all while still rolling his cock in and out of you at an achingly slow pace.

"Faster, Mingi," you cry out, planting your metaphorical white flag in the sand. "Please. You said you'd fuck me." You nearly pout as the words leave your lips.

He grins from above you—that toothy grin that makes you feel the same warmth you'd get from a fireplace on a snowy day, all safe and protected and loved. The sudden spread of affection in your chest at the sight almost makes your heart skip a beat—almost as much as the sudden kiss Mingi presses to your lips. It's not at all like the ones before; rather, the pressure of his lips against yours is nearly chaste, delicate—as if he was afraid you might break against him.

When he pulls away, you see that that loving grin has melted into something else altogether—something much more familiar to see on your back like this. "I did, didn't I?"

"Yes," you plead, nearly in tears. "Please—"

But you don't have to say anything else before he finally, finally takes you at the pace the two of you both want. God—when he'd been gasping in your ear half-asleep earlier, you hadn't ever thought you'd get this far. Maybe a heated kiss with both of your hands down the other's pants—which wouldn't exactly be a new situation for either of you on a morning that you both have off from work. But it's rare for both of you to both want each other this badly right after waking up.

You can analyze the moment later, you suppose—when Mingi isn't grabbing the backs of your knees to fold your legs and push them further up your chest, thrusting into you deeper and without mercy, like he is now, pounding into you harder and making you see stars with each cry that leaves your lips.

He's won, you think—no doubt about it. And he knows it, too, if the unrelenting nature of his soft groans against your shoulder contrasted with the bruising grip he's leaving on your thighs is any indication. "So goddamn pretty," he says, groaning your name when he feels you tighten around him at his words. "Love having you like this, all for me—fuck, Y/N—"

"Shit," you gasp, feeling yourself rapidly approaching the edge. "Mingi—fuck, I'm close," you warn him, as if he couldn't already tell.

Mingi moans with you at those words. "Come with me, then," he murmurs against your skin, practically pleading. "Please—wanna feel you fall apart with me."

He skims a hand down your stomach, lightly, gingerly—as if you're something delicate, something precious to be treasured—before working a long, calloused finger against your clit, moving in small, slick circles before the knot below your stomach finally snaps and you come, hard, with a cry of Mingi's name and your fingers leaving marks on his shoulders.

He isn't far behind you, leaning down to sink his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder to silence his moans, snapping his hips against yours two, three, four more times before he stills within you, painting the insides of your walls white as both of you cry out again—calling out each other’s names in a moment of completely euphoric harmony.

It’s quiet for a moment—one singular, solitary moment as the two of you catch your breath, before Mingi’s pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your hair before slowly pulling out of you, rolling out of the bed only to return seconds later with a warm washcloth.

He lavishes affection on you as he gently cleans you up—like he always does. “Thank you,” he says, kissing the side of your knee tenderly. Longingly. “I love you.”

Your chest swells, and you quickly grab at his shoulders to bring his face back up to yours, kissing him as gently as you can. “I love you too,” you breathe against his lips.

He beams at you, and you’re suddenly reminded of how the two of you ended up in this situation, fully awake in the dead of night, in the first place. “So?" you ask, fixing your gaze on him as you try (and fail) to keep a serious expression. "How'd that compare to your dream?"

Mingi lets out a laugh almost immediately at the very notion, wrapping an arm over your side as he rolls over with you, bringing you back to his chest in an embrace before pulling away enough to lock eyes with you.

"Nothing compares to you," he says quietly, and the sudden seriousness in his tone makes you still for a moment. At least, it does—until he opens his mouth again. "You're just the real deal, you know," he adds, punctuating the end of his sentence with an over-exaggerated wink and a soft kiss to your forehead. Cheesy enough to eat.

You roll your eyes, shoving him lightly (but not moving your hand away from his chest afterwards). "That's a relief, then," you quip, and Mingi hums in agreement, pressing you closer to his chest again. It's a comfortable silence that the two of you sit in after that—fully aware of the other's breathing finally returning back to normal, feeling Mingi's heartbeat against your cheek as he keeps you close.

That's why it almost feels like a shame when you break that silence only a moment later. "You know, I...I don't think it was all unrealistic. Your dream, that is," you clarify, looking up at Mingi from your position curled up beside him.

He tilts his chin down to look at you. "What do you mean?"

You shrug. "I think I can see us like that too. What you were describing—the two of us in our own place. Maybe somewhere out in the country where it would be quiet and calm, or an apartment in the city where we could walk to everything. I don't...I don't think it would matter where it was, really, as long as you were there too."

The words spill out before you can stop them—there's something about what you feel with Mingi now that leaves you an affectionate mess. The magic of the afterglow, you suppose. Then again—he always makes you feel this way, doesn’t he? Supported, and encouraged, and loved? It’s nothing out of the ordinary around Mingi—and that makes you want to make that dream a reality even more with him.

Besides—he clearly doesn't see you as a mess, despite how you may feel. Mingi doesn't even give you a chance to feel embarrassed at your sudden words before he's swooping down and pressing a kiss against your lips, gentle and loving as he cradles your cheek in one hand. When he pulls away, you see it again—that endearing, warm grin that he wears from ear to ear that makes you feel like you've achieved an award by causing it to appear on his face. That beautiful expression, that you caused. "I'd like that too," he says. "All of it. Especially the ending of that dream," he adds, and you laugh with him. Unbelievable. You've just slept together.

"I'll make it happen," he says, suddenly. "We both will. I believe in us, you know?"

You do know. Because you believe in him too.

You fall asleep wrapped in his arms, content with your chin nestled against his shoulder and his even breathing against your skin. So content that you don't even hear the buzz of your phone on the nightstand beside you, a notification you won't even see until the morning.

J.W

> you two owe me earplugs.

a/n: hi besties🧍long time no fic! it’s been an. interesting several months for me LMAO but i think ive finally plowed through some writers block with this fic! it’s nice to work on a oneshot every once in a while instead a bigger dedicated series, so i hope you enjoyed this little steamy mingi oneshot. i do have several more works for ateez on the way—both oneshots and a longer series—so i hope y’all will look forward to those too if you enjoyed this!

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ink and needles

pairings: tattoo artist! bf! wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2890

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“Hongjoong, will you stop pacing?” Exasperated, I stood in front of him, blocking his path. “You’ve made my floorboards at least 3 shades lighter. Now can you please tell me why you’ve barged into my house at 3 o’clock in the morning with the intention of putting a dent in my living room floor?”   

“Okay, so, remember that little trip we have with some of the boys on Saturday?”   

Curling back into the corner of the sofa, I nodded, “Yeah, what about it?”   

Hongjoong smiled awkwardly as he inched away from me, “Well, um, some of the boys has turned into all of the boys.”   

Raising a brow, I sent him a look, “Okay? Why are you getting so worked up about that?”   

“It means Wooyoung’s gonna be there as well.”   

“So?”   

Hongjoong frowned as he looked at me, “You’re alright with Wooyoung being there?”   

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Standing up, I made my way back into my bedroom, Hongjoong trailing behind me as he turned off the lights.   

“I - uh- I just, you two have a love-hate relationship going on, just thought that you might want to get away from all that while you're trying to relax.”   

Pulling my duvet back, I paused before looking up at Hongjoong, who was leaning against the wall, “Wha-? Why would you think that?”   

Slipping into bed, I looked at Hongjoong as he made his way to the door.   

“You two bicker. A lot. Every time you see each other, you bicker. Doesn't it get tiring sometimes?”   

“It’s just how we are. I mean, yes, he knows how to get on my nerves, and can sometimes not know when to stop talking, but he’s a good b- a good friend. I wouldn't change it for anything.”  

Turning my back to him, I reached my hand out and turned off the lights.   

"You know where the guest rooms are, now goodnight, Joong."  

I watched as Hongjoong slid into the passenger side of the car before I looked at Wooyoung in the backseat grinning.  

Leaning down next to Hongjoong's window, I raised a brow at both him and Seonghwa, "You two do know that you've just assigned yourselves a death sentence by putting Wooyoung and I in the same car, right?"  

Sliding into the seat next to Wooyoung, I watched as Seonghwa adjusted the rear-view mirror before backing out the driveway with a nod, "Yeah, yeah, just don't bicker the whole way there or else I'm gonna be throwing one of you out."  

Casting a glance at Wooyoung, I nodded, "As long as he knows when to shut up, we'll be fine Hwa."  

Wooyoung pouted, putting a hand on his chest dramatically as he leaned over to me, "How could you say that about me?"  

Rolling my eyes, I pushed his face away from mine, "Oh, hush, ask anyone in our friend group what your favourite pastime is and they'll say trying to rile me up."  

I could see him nod in my peripheral vision, "True, I like seeing you all riled up, you get all pouty and it's cute."  

Making a sound from the back of my throat, I turned to look at him, "I don't pout when I'm annoyed."  

Wooyoung was about to say something when Hongjoong cut in, "You do. You furrow your brows and then start pouting."  

Looking over to Seonghwa, I saw him nod along, "Yeah, they're right." Stopping at a red light, he glanced back at me and grinned, "You're doing it right now."  

Pausing, I realised that, yes, I was indeed pouting.  

Running a hand over my face, I glared at the three men laughing at me, "Why are you guys ganging up on me today?"  

I felt Wooyoung put his hand on top of my head as he ruffled up my hair, "Because it's fun."  

Swatting his hand away, I tried to smooth down my hair, "Stop it. I just washed my hair this morning, and if it gets all frizzy because you did that, you and I are gonna have a talk, pretty boy."  

Chuckling, Wooyoung pushed my hands out of the way before running his own over my hair, "Your hair's fine sweetheart."  

I could see Hongjoong share a confused look with Seonghwa before he glanced back at us. Ignoring it, I chose to concentrate on my phone.  

Replying to the messages Mingi sent me, I felt a presence next to me. Turning my head to the side, I frowned when I noticed Wooyoung's face right next to mine.  

Glancing up at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, I kept my voice low, "What are you doing?"  

"Quick question."  

Feeling his lips brush the shell of my ear, I leaned back slightly, "What is it? And can you please quit breathing down my neck, it tickles."  

Wooyoung chuckled slightly, "Whatever you say. I just wanted to ask if we're telling them tonight?"  

"Yeah?" Turning my head to look at him, "When else are we gonna tell them? I don't think you can keep your hands to yourself for two days, Woo."  

Wooyoung smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he thought of something, "Hmm, I definitely won't be able to."  

Arriving at the holiday house late in the afternoon, everyone had just about enough time to settle into their rooms before our dinner would arrive.  

Exiting the bathroom, I noticed Wooyoung sitting in my bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.  

Making my way over, I sat down next to him, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"  

Grinning, Wooyoung put his phone down and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer, "Just came to see how my pretty baby's doing."  

Scrunching up my nose at the nickname, I let out a small chuckle, "I should be the one asking you that. You're the one that's been scared to tell them."  

Tightening his arm around my waist, Wooyoung nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, "That's only because I'm afraid one of them is gonna castrate me. They're all like overprotective brothers and it's scary."  

Wiggling out of his arms, I stood up from the bed, holding a hand out to him, "Come on, let's go down, they're probably already in the kitchen."  

Wooyoung latched on to my hand, pulling me out of the bedroom and downstairs. As we rounded the corner to the kitchen, we paused when we heard Hongjoong talking.  

In the kitchen, the rest of the boys were setting up the table ready for dinner as Hongjoong and Seonghwa took the food off the serving carts, "No, but something felt strange between them. Hwa, back me up here."  

Seonghwa set the last plate on the table with a shrug, "Yeah, they were acting a bit weird. I mean, they were still bickering, but also, like, flirting."  

Everyone looked at Hongjoong and Seonghwa in disbelief as Yeosang let out a laugh, "I'm sorry, flirting? Those two? Okay, Wooyoung might come off a bit flirty at times, but that's because he's Wooyoung. It's not like Y/N flirts back."  

Hongjoong simply nodded, leaning against the kitchen island, "Yeah, that's what normally happens, but Y/N called him 'pretty boy' today." 

Sharing a look with Wooyoung, I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. Shaking my head, I entered the kitchen with Wooyoung following behind me.  

"And what are we talking about?"  

The sound of my voice startled them as they whipped their heads towards us.  

Jongho's eyes flickered between Wooyoung and I before glaring at Wooyoung when he caught something in his expression, "No."  

I felt Wooyoung snake an arm around me, grinning up at Jongho, "I'm gonna have to say, yes."  

Jongho threw his head back as he let out a groan, "Ugh, we're gonna have to deal with you two bickering AND flirting?" Jongho made his way to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer, "This is going to be a long weekend, beer anyone?"  

The others looked at each other before Mingi broke the silence, "Uh, anyone want to fill us in?" 

Running a hand over my face, I grinned awkwardly at them, "We're dating?"  

Turning on the reading lamp, I picked up my book as I waited for Wooyoung to finish in the bathroom.  

"Well," Flinching slightly, I was startled by Wooyoung's sudden entrance, "That went better than I expected."  

Looking up, I watched as Wooyoung exited the bathroom, the lettering at the base of his neck and the serpent that curled at his shoulder blade on display.  

"Really?" Putting the book down, I arched an eyebrow as he slid in next to me. "What did you think would happen?"  

Once Wooyoung was comfortable against the headboard, I sat up, opting to staddle Wooyoung with my arms wrapped around his neck as his hands found purchase on my waist.  

"Definitely didn't think Hongjoong was going to point a wooden spoon at me and threaten to hunt me down with one of his easels."  

Laughing, I couldn't help but envision Hongjoong chasing Wooyoung with an easel, "What would he even accomplish? Those things are heavy!"  

Sliding one of my hands down, I traced the tattoo over his chest as the other played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.  

Wooyoung picked up the hand on his chest and raised it up to his lips, pressing a kiss at the pulse point, "What's going through that pretty little head of yours, hmm?"  

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I raised my eyes to meet his, a shy expression taking over my face, "I wanna get a tattoo."  

Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up as he looked up at me in surprise, "Yeah? I thought you were afraid of needles."  

Humming, I felt Wooyoung's hands slip under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hips, "I am, but I want to get one and maybe a few more piercings."  

Wooyoung grinned as he nuzzled into the side of my face, lips brushing against my cheek, "Want me to do them for you, pretty?"  

Pulling back slightly, I looked at him, "Please?"  

Wooyoung pressed a kiss on my lips, leaning his forehead against mine, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'll book you in when the new shop opens."  

Wooyoung's arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his chest as his lips found their way down the column of my neck.  

“Please tell me you’re joking.”  

Turning my head to glance at Hongjoong, I took a step closer to him as we made our way down the street.  

“What?” I shrugged, turning to face ahead. “I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for ages. Plus, I want to get a couple more piercings, so, why not?”  

Hongjoong looked at me in disbelief, “You’re terrified of needles. You can’t even get a shot without getting all anxious, and you think you can sit through being jabbed continuously with one?”  

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his words, “You’re exaggerating, I’m just not too fond of needles, that’s all.”  

Hongjoong moved to hook an arm with mine, “Hmmm. When are you getting it done?”  

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I looked at him with a sheepish smile, “My appointment’s in about 10 minutes, so, um let's hurry up.”

Hongjoong paused for a second before pinching my arm, “You could’ve told me sooner!”  

“Yeah, well, uh, we’re here.”  

Stopping in front of a glass door, Hongjoong squinted up at the sign above.  

“This is Wooyoung and San’s new shop.”  

“It is.”  

Pushing the door open, Hongjoong and I walked in, taking a seat as San handed me a couple pieces of paper to look through.  

“You chose Wooyoung over ME?” Hongjoong whined as he looked at me with a pout.  

Not even looking up, I shook my head, "As much as I love you, Joong, the tattoos that you do are too.... extravagant for my taste."  

Signing the last piece of paper, I handed them to San before looking at Hongjoong, "Are you staying out here with San?"  

Seeing him nod, I stood up and made my way to the last room down the corridor, where Wooyoung's workstation was.  

Pushing the door open, I saw Wooyoung moving around the room, getting everything ready for the tattoo. Upon hearing the door creak open, he looked up, a smile making its way across his face when he saw me.  

Closing the door behind me, I let Wooyoung wrap his arms around me and press a kiss on my temple.  

"Nervous?"  

Nodding against him, I stepped back, placing my bag and jacket on the chair next to the door.  

"Of course I am."  

Wooyoung gave me a soft smile as he motioned me over to the workbench, "Come on, I'll do your piercings first."  

Settling down, I clipped my hair back as Wooyoung put his gloves on.

"You want two more helix piercings, yeah? Same ear?"  

Nodding, I watched as Wooyoung took a marker out, marking the positions of the piercings in my left ear before setting it down and taking a sterile needle out. Screwing my eyes closed, I turned my head to the side as I held onto the sides of Wooyoung's shirt as he slotted himself between my legs.  

Hearing Wooyoung countdown quietly, I let out a small breath before wincing as the needle went through.  

"Alright, one more to go."  

Once the second one went through, I slowly let go of Wooyoung's shirt, smoothing down the wrinkles as Wooyoung changed out the needles for studs.  

Turning to look at him, Wooyoung gave me an encouraging smile as he ran his hand up and down my thighs.  

"Ready for the tattoo, pretty?"  

Seeing me nod, Wooyoung stepped back from me to prepare his tattoo gun, "You're gonna have to take off your shirt and bra, babe."  

Unbuttoning my shirt, I slid it off my shoulders before unhooking my bra. Turning on the bench, I leaned my back against the seat with an arm covering myself.  

Wooyoung snapped on a pair of fresh gloves before seating himself on the stool next to me to start prepping my skin, "Ready?"  

Casting a nervous side glance, I smiled, "Definitely."  

Wooyoung pressed a quick kiss on my cheek before turning on the tattoo gun. Hearing the buzz fill the room, my body tensed slightly, before relaxing under Wooyoung's touch.  

Feeling the needle prick my skin, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The tattoo was a simple chrysanthemum design on the side of my ribs, and it didn't take long to complete.  

Wiping away the excess ink, Wooyoung leaned back to have a better look before tilting his head towards the mirror, "Go on, take a look before I wrap it."  

Hoping off the bench, I made my way to the side of the room where the mirror was.  

Scanning my eyes over the design, I smiled, "This is good."  

Chuckling, Wooyoung made his way over to me with a bandage in hand, "Of course it does! I did it!"  

Chuckling, I waited until Wooyoung finished whatever it was that he needed to do, before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his lips, "Thank you."  

"My pleasure, pretty. But why a chrysanthemum?"  

Smiling, I let go of him and went over to the bench to slip my shirt back on, "It's the birth flower for November."  

Putting my bra into my bag, I turned to see Wooyoung standing at his workstation with a disinfectant spray in hand with a surprised expression, "Oh? So, it's for me then?"  

Shaking my head, a fond smile made its way across my face, "I was born in November too, pretty boy."  

Wooyoung wiped down the remaining bit of the workstation before walking out the door with me, my bag and jacket in hand.  

"Yeah, but I'd much rather think it's for me."  

Laughing, I paused slightly when we entered the reception area, "Uh, where are San and Hongjoong?"  

Wooyoung picked up a sticky note from behind the reception desk, "Well, they've left already. You were the last one of the day."  

Looking out the window, I noticed that it was raining pretty heavily outside.  

"Did you drive here, babe?"  

Wooyoung handed me my jacket before taking his off the clothing rack by the door, "Yeah, it's parked down the street."  

Exiting the shop, Wooyoung locked to door before turning to me, placing his jacket over the top of our heads, "Dinner at mine?"  

Seeing me nod, we both darted out into the rain and ran towards his car.  

Reaching the car, Wooyoung quickly unlocked it allowing me to slide into the passenger side, shaking my arms slightly.  

Wooyoung got into the seat beside me, shaking his head slightly to get rid of some of the water particles in there.  

Turning on the car ignition, Wooyoung turned to me, smiling, "What? You're staring, pretty."  

Taking his hand, I pressed a kiss on the back of it, "I love you."  

Wooyoung's hand tightened its hold on mine before letting go to tilt my head towards him. He leaned over the centre console, one of his hands finding its way to the back of my head as his lips found mine.  

"I love you too." 

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[cherryxsang]

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 - 𝙲.𝚂𝚊𝚗

CEO!San x Employee!Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: semi-public sex, San is a playful dom, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating kind of?, punishment, spanking, dirty talk, sir kink, penetrative sex, masturbation, San gives the reader instructions

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You had always had a huge crush on your boss. How could you not? He was sweet, witty and charming, with the face of an angel and, you could assume by the way his suit fit around his toned muscles and thin waist, the body of a demon.

It was for this reason that you actually looked forward to doing your paperwork every day, only if it meant going up to Mr. Choi’s office and handing it to him. Every time your desk phone rang, you answered with your nicest voice, hoping to hear Mr. Choi’s classic honey-voiced greeting, “There’s my favorite secretary,” on the other line. Your heart would stutter, and upon being called to his office, you would check your hair and your lipstick in the reflection of your phone, practice your cute smile and then get up.

It was for this reason that you actually looked forward to doing your paperwork every day, only if it meant going up to Mr. Choi’s office and handing it to him. Every time your desk phone rang, you answered with your nicest voice, hoping to hear Mr. Choi’s classic honey-voiced greeting, “There’s my favorite secretary,” on the other line. Your heart would stutter, and upon being called to his office, you would check your hair and your lipstick in the reflection of your phone, practice your cute smile and then get up.

And then there he would be, charismatic eyes scanning over his computer, his chin on his palm and his pen between his teeth. Every time, he would swivel in his chair to face you, never breaking eye contact as the two of you spoke. Most importantly, he would always sit with his legs spread wide and lean back in his chair with his hands on his thighs, making the way his dress pants tightly fit all the more noticeable. 

That posture drove you fucking crazy. He looked so smug, yet so approachable, like he was just waiting for you to climb onto his lap. It took your every last inch of self-control and dignity to keep your eyes on his face. When your eyes did wander, which was probably more often than you’d care to admit, you would walk away dripping.

As professional as he acted, Mr. Choi was not oblivious, nor was he totally innocent. There had been times you had caught him staring. Others in the office had jealously pointed out that sometimes his smiles toward you seemed a little too big. At office parties and other events, Mr. Choi was known to be a bit of a flirt. For the most part, he singled you out, asking questions about your life, giving you an occasional touch on the arm, offering to buy you drinks and show you around various places in town.

As professional as he acted, Mr. Choi was not oblivious, nor was he totally innocent. There had been times you had caught him staring. Others in the office had jealously pointed out that sometimes his smiles toward you seemed a little too big. At office parties and other events, Mr. Choi was known to be a bit of a flirt. For the most part, he singled you out, asking questions about your life, giving you an occasional touch on the arm, offering to buy you drinks and show you around various places in town.

Although nothing had ever happened, there had always been an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Mutual feelings to some degree.

It was a Friday evening, just after 5:30. Most of your coworkers had left by that point. You realized that you had to stay late after some paperwork had slipped your mind until the last minute. Once you finished your work, you made your way to Mr. Choi’s office. You planned to leave it on his desk where he would see it on Monday.

As you pushed open the heavy wooden door and took a step inside, what you saw made you freeze in your tracks. It was Mr. Choi’s large, muscular back, wearing only a tight and revealing black tank. You briefly saw the way his muscles tensed before his broad shoulders rotated to face you. You glanced at his face, which showed surprise and confusion, then down at his tightly clad chest, and back up.

Your brain was screaming, “Just apologize and close the damn door already,” but you were frozen in place, staring with your mouth wide open. Though you should have felt guilty, your body couldn’t lie as your insides heated up to the point of melting, sending you on a tingling buzz.

Mr. Choi chuckled at your shock and began to move slowly toward you. You realized, feeling so small and stupid, that only now had you noticed just how broad those shoulders really were, and how tall he was. You felt he was towering over you, especially as he made his way closer.

Finally, you snapped out of it, and he was standing right in front of you. Looking down at your flustered face, he smirked, cocky, and let out a chuckle. He spoke quietly to not be heard around the office, “Caught me changing.” You gulped. “You’re so shy, y/n?”

You unconsciously closed the door behind you. “I-I’m sorry, sir. I’m just surprised to see you like this.” He took another step and your heart pounded faster. He looked focused, like he was trying to read you. “Do you always change in your office, sir?”

You could hardly finish your question before Mr. Choi responded, “Can I kiss you?”

“Okay.”

Another cocky smile lit up his face and he lifted a gentle hand to brush your hair out of your face. He seemed eager, willing to waste no time as he leaned down to your face, seeking out your lips. As Mr. Choi’s lips softly pressed against yours, you had no inkling that it was your boss you were kissing. As far as you were concerned right then, Mr. Choi—San—was a man, nothing more, nothing less.

Having already thrown your position out the window, you dove in. You opened your mouth, giving San’s tongue the freedom to do as it pleased. Gently grabbing his waist, you walked backwards, pulling him with you until your back crashed into his door. You giggled when you hit your head and San did the same in a way that felt slightly teasing.

San pulled his mouth away and he spoke softly again, but still firmly with that deep, sweet voice like butter, “Tsk. Naughty thing… Now…” He tapped your lips with his index finger, watching expectantly for you to let him stick two fingers inside your mouth. “Are you ever gonna learn how to knock or am I gonna have to bend you over this desk and teach you?”

You moaned around his fingers, looking up at the tall man with puppy eyes. His words made you throb with need. “Mmhmm,” you answered, swirling your tongue around his digits.

San pulled his fingers away and looked at you serious, asking, “Do you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you rushed to say, closing your eyes tight, embarrassed to see his reaction.

“Just tell me if you wanna stop,” was the last thing he said before taking the next step, entering the point of no return. Your professional relationship was officially ruined from that point forward, but fuck if you cared at all.

He slammed his lips back into yours, biting and moaning around your lips while his hand traveled down your work blouse, fingers tugging at your waistband. He shoved his hand inside and you stood with your legs slightly spread, your back pressed against the door. His fingers, still wet with your saliva, immediately landed on your swollen clit, rubbing gently back and forth. You moaned into his mouth, instinctively grabbing a hold of San’s wrists, one of which was down your pants, the other pressed against the door beside your head.

When he pressed a little harder on your clit, you moaned in surprise and closed your thighs around his hand. He let out a soft chuckle, this one unmistakably teasing. “When you’re at home…” his movements sped up, “…lying in your bed…” then they stopped and slid to your entrance, “…do you imagine it’s me?” His voice was shaking and breathless, desperate by the time two of his slender fingers plunged inside of you. “Doing this?”

You moaned both at how his fingers felt, filling you and pressing tenderly against your sweet spot, and at how sexy his confidence was. How dare he assume that he was the subject of your dirty fantasies? And how dare he be right? “Yes, sir,” you said, smiling with feigned innocence.

San smiled back at you, his ego doubling in size. “Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and clenching around nothing. You watched in shock as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them both clean. For a moment, you were embarrassed. You had never seen someone do that before and you wondered what it tasted like. Your worries were wiped away though by the satisfied moan that followed his actions. “Sweet. I knew you’d be. But now look at what you've done to me.”

Standing tightly sandwiched between San and the wall, you had to strain your eyes to look down. “Uh-uh,” he shook his head, then whispered, “Feel me.”

You carefully reached out to touch your boss’s hard cock through his pants, your jaw nearly hitting the floor when you felt just how much it was pushing against his dress pants. It was bigger than you imagined and desperate for attention. San busied himself with kissing your neck while you rubbed him through his pants.

You let out a few breathy moans, feeling the fire inside of you burn out of control. “I need you inside me,” you blurted out.

“Try again,” he said sternly.

You gulped. “Please, sir. I need you now. Please.”

He hummed happily. “Can I be rough?”

“Yes,” you practically shouted, excited by the notion of San having his way with you. You deserved it after all, having entered his office without knocking.

From there, a switch flipped in San. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward his desk. He sat you down on the cold wooden surface then lifted the black tank from his muscular body. You happily drank in the sight of his tan skin, his defined abs, his large biceps. But you were quickly snapped out of it when he said, “Take your clothes off, baby.”

You pulled your shirt off slowly and teasingly, watching San as he stared you down impatiently. You touched the waistband of your pants and said, “I’m gonna need some help with these, sir.”

San obliged, kneeling on the carpet to pull your pants over your ankles as you kicked off your shoes. Standing back up, San leaned over you and stoked your cheek, trailing his fingers to your neck and gently wrapping around it. With his face inches from yours, he firmly said, “Bend over.”

Without hesitation, you did as you were told, embarrassingly noticing the wet spot you left on his desk as you bent over it with your ass up in the air. San stood behind you, petting your ass and grabbing a hold of the squishy flesh. “You still need to learn your lesson first. Yes?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” He let go of your skin, soon replacing the sensation with a hard spank that made you squeal. Feeling your ass burn, San soothed it with a soft touch. “Shhh… We wouldn’t want somebody to hear you, now would we?”

Suddenly you remembered something, perking up. “Did you lock the door?”

“No,” he said flatly. “Anyone could walk in, just like you.” Another slap. He leaned down behind your ear and whispered, “That’s why you have to be quiet.”

“Yes sir,” you whispered. You felt your wetness dripping, and maybe San noticed too, because he kneeled down, his face just in front of your pussy. He ran a teasing finger from your entrance to your clit, giving you a few gentle strokes before his hand came down on your pussy in a light slap.

“Naughty girl,” he sighed. “Dripping wet, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

By this point your legs were shaking from the excitement. Your head dropped to his desk and you pleaded, “Please San, I need it so bad.”

Another slap to your ass, this one a bit harder. “What’s my name?” he demanded.

“Please sir,” you corrected yourself. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Tell me how much you want my cock,” he said. You thought you heard him fiddling with his belt. You tried to turn around, only for him to quickly say, “And don’t. Move.”

You whined, your aching pussy still clenching around nothing, impatient for satisfaction. “I don’t want it, sir, I need it. I need to feel your big, hard cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me and ruin me.”

That was when you felt his dick prod at your entrance. “Good girl,” he said before he moved his hips forward, his large dick slowly filling you up inch by inch. You felt your stomach flip when he brushed over your sweet spot, and the both of you let out a deep moan as San bottomed out inside of you. He seemed even bigger now that you could feel every inch of him.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “You feel so good.” He pulled out slowly, giving you time to adjust, before pushing back in. Hearing him try to suppress his moans and grunts made you wish you could see what his face looked like. Instead you closed your eyes and imagined it.

“Mm, so tight,” he sighed. He began to thrust faster, your insides fluttering each time as he repeatedly poked at your sweet spot. “So good and wet for me. I always knew you’d feel amazing.” As San’s hips crashed against yours, rocking you roughly against his desk, he held your waist and pulled you to him with each thrust.

You revelled in the sounds of breathy moans and skin-on-skin contact that filled the small office, in the drop of sweat that landed on your back, in the never-ending stream of pleasure that filled your body up to the brim. His dick thrusted so perfectly inside of you, curved in such a way that he hit all the right spots seemingly without even trying. It was the perfect size, big enough for you to wrap tightly around him like a glove but not too big. You let yourself get lost in the sweet feeling of San.

Until he spoke again. “Turn around,” he said, pulling out. “I want to see you when you cum.” You obeyed, your back sore as you straightened out, sitting on his desk again. You finally got to look at him again, hungrily taking in the sight of his reddened cheeks, slightly sweaty torso, and erect cock.

San grabbed your knees and spread your legs wider. He then put one hand on your back and leaned you back slightly, his other hand guiding his dick back to you. You smiled like an idiot when you got to feel his dick again, but San was, for the first time, not smiling. He was focused on nothing but sex. Pounding into you with a new aggression and fervor, he stared down at where your bodies melded together.

“Rub your clit,” he commanded, and you obeyed. You closed your eyes and moaned, your pussy tensing around San’s cock. “Does it feel good?” he asked.

“Mmhmm,” you squeaked out, focused on the orgasm that was just over your horizon.

“You feel so good for me, baby,” he panted. “Are you close?”

“Yes, so close.” And judging by the shakiness of San’s voice, you guessed he was just as close as you.

“Cum for me, y/n.”

You looked at San’s eyes, which were looking right back at you. The look on his face—serious, desperate, and pure sex—was enough to push you over the edge. You held San’s arms as you tightened around him, trying not to scream but surely making some pretty sounds as you let the waves of your orgasm take you over.

Each pulse around San’s dick strangled him in the best way, almost to the point that he couldn’t move, and the sensation of your orgasm brought him to his own. His body stilled and you felt his warm seed fill you as you rode the last fading waves of your orgasm. You dug your nails into his back and held him close, his choked moans flowing into your ears like music.

San’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you innocently petted his soft hair for a few moments as a soothing action for him as well as yourself after a thrilling and tiring experience. Once San had caught his breath, he looked at you, oddly smileless. He said about the last thing that you expected to hear from him, “Did we make a mistake?”

Whereas before you might have wondered the same thing, now with San relying on you to be shameless, you were. “I don’t think so,” you answered honestly, your thumb now mindlessly stroking his arm. “I mean…from a professional standpoint, yeah. But I don’t regret it.” You looked at San for agreement, but you were scared when you couldn’t find it. You looked at him closer, and said the words you wanted so badly to hold back: “Do you?”

San took only a couple seconds to think. Seconds that felt to you like hours. “No,” he shook his head, and he sounded sincere. But as he stared at the floor, you could tell there was something more he wasn’t telling you. “I just wish we’d done it right.”

“You mean-?”

“I know this is backwards, and we’re naked right now and it’s weird, but…” A smile crept up on him. “Can I take you on a date?”

“Yes,” you said perhaps a little too excitedly, because then you remembered: “But we can’t. We’d lose our jobs.”

“No one has to know,” he smirked. It made you laugh out loud. How could he be so over-confident as to propose a secret, forbidden relationship that would put your jobs at risk, mere seconds after a sloppy fuck? And how dumb were you for being completely on board?

Eventually, San helped you off of his desk. The two of you briefly cleaned up using a box of tissues San had handy, and you began to redress. You glanced at the time. 6:30. Surely everyone must have gone home by now. You turned around to see San putting on his evening clothes, this time for good, and started for the door. Shit, you thought. It really was unlocked the whole time.

Pulling the door open, you took one step before stopping dead in your tracks, your heart dropping as you saw a confused face peek up from a nearby cubicle. It was that guy. The kiss-ass who stayed late every damn night.

“Y/n?” He looked at the clock on the wall then back at you. “Were you meeting with Mr. Choi?”

You cleared your throat and tried to sound casual, not letting your post-orgasm shaky voice come out. “Yes, we were talking about…numbers and the time got away from us. He said he needs a few minutes of privacy and then he’ll be out.” You made sure San could hear everything you said before closing the office door. As you left the office, you tried to hide your red face and to think about anything other than the fact that your dumb coworker may have just heard you fucking your boss.

Sitting in your running car, you scrolled through your phone, responding to messages you received during work hours. A tap on your window made you jump. You rolled your window down.

“That was very cute, y/n,” San smirked, referencing your embarrassing conversation with your coworker. “This is going to be fun.”

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to yours, jongho

ateez busker! jongho x gn! reader fluff, angst wc: 1.8k warnings: injured reader (wheelchair-user and is said, described a few times) a/n: another inspired by one episode in the kdrama called 'tomorrow'; song has no connection to the storyline! only this song was used for the plot in the kdrama itself, and it's good! + lyrics used in the fic are from random songs, i will input it after the fic. thank you!

"How was everyone's day today? It's almost time to finally rest our eyes and end the day. There is a saying by Talmud, that rather regretting things that happened, regret the things that have yet to happen and haven't done yet. The last song for today is..."

The lady behind the radio solemnly introduces the song but it quickly fades as the bus zooms away, leaving you alone under the heavy drops of the pouring rain.

Just there. Sitting on the your wheelchair beside the bus stop, letting yourself get rained on, hopeless, tears mixing with the drops of rain in your cheeks. It was almost midnight and not even going home was on your mind, nor finding a shelter to be under in.

It felt like it was you against the world. The only thing that made you happy, dancing, was now impossible and out of reach just because of a single injury.

You glance at your casted foot and braced knee, prompting more tears to flow out of your eyes. You thought you've ran out of tears when you got your injury, your eyes seemed to always prove you wrong.

Your thoughts come to a stop when someone reaches out an umbrella over you, letting the rain fall on his back. You reluctantly and emotionlessly face the person, quietly asking him what he needed.

Surely, he's not a thief- if he wasn't dumb enough to see you still on your hospital dress.

"I'm busking near Han River tomorrow night, same time. Do you want to come?" He tries to be cheerful as he offered, his voice soft.

"Sorry. I don't have time for that." You turn, ignoring his presence again and facing in front.

"You have a whole day to decide, you shouldn't give me an answer now. It feels like you're not interested and it hurts. Do I look like I'm not a good singer?" He jokes around, but your face doesn't even budge for a small smile. He awkwardly coughs, regaining his composure. "Come on, I'll give you a VIP spot, just for you!"

"I told you I don't have tim-,"

"If you go around the corner of the convenience store there, you'll find me. Not if it's raining this hard, though! I'll have to cancel and move it to the next night. I'm a pretty famous busker there, so make sure you go early! I'm expecting you!" He blabbers, almost not making you understand.

He quickly hands you his umbrella and runs through the rain, crossing the road safely as your eyes only follow him.

When he's out of sight, your eyes trail to his umbrella, yellow brightly lighting under the lamp post.

Tomorrow's another day. Written on one side of the umbrella, with a drawing of a sun plastered beside the words, you sigh.

"Right. Another day."

It felt like it was just a blink. Did you even sleep? You rise on your hospital bed, finally zoning back in reality.

"Good you're awake. I just finished your discharge papers. Secretary Jeong will be outside after you've changed. I need to go to my office for more paperworks. Make sure you're not a pain in the ass like last night." Your mom only carelessly caresses your hair before leaving, leaving you on your bed.

Your eyes trail outside the window, sun brightly beaming its last hour.

You sigh, calling a nurse to help you around to change your clothes instead. When you were done, you were assisted out of the ward in a wheelchair, getting passed onto your family's secretary.

By the time you got home, there was nothing to do but to stare outside the window. Doors locked, eyes were on you 24/7. The sun sets in front of your eyes and it makes you dread the incoming day once again, the moon isn't even up yet.

You hear a knock outside your door, but you didn't bother even answering, knowing all too well that it didn't matter if you did. They'll force their way in, anyway.

"It's Secretary Jeong, y/n, it's late and you haven't taken any meals for today." The second you glance at the clock, it was already eight in the evening. Your eyes go back to the window, and the moon was already up. Although you swore you just saw the sun setting a minute ago. "Do you want anything?"

The secretary doesn't even expect any answer from you, but stays behind you anyway.

"Fresh air. Outside." You simply say, not even glancing at the secretary.

"You know I can't do that."

"Then try not asking next time." The oh-so-sweet attitude of yours was now long gone. As you glared at the window after being ticked-off, Secretary Jeong sighs.

"Fine. As long as this doesn't reach your mom, okay? And please, no wheeling away."

You and Jeong, as you like to call him, drive to the nearest park in your house, which is coincidentally the Han river park.

He takes you around to get the fresh air you've been wanting, holding your wheelchair tightly at all times. You do nothing and plan nothing but to admire the night view, trying to cheer yourself up.

"..Mic check, mic check..." A loud and clear voice followed by numerous cheers perk your interest in one corner of the park, and you let out a small chuckle. Jeong double checks if he hears right, furrowing his brows.

Your eyes wander around and you see the convenience store in another corner, and a forming crowd in another side.

"Right. Can I watch?" You go back to having a poker face, glancing at him. He reluctantly nods and pushes your wheelchair on a side where the crowd can't trample on you, but the singer is visible anyway.

"Then, I'll start now. Please look and listen to us prettily," He smiles and points at the people behind him having cajon and a piano on the side. He looks around first with the goal of finding someone before sighing and prepping.

A rose blossoming among the concrete Please be alive Thrive and grow, don’t snap A blanket of thorns How tough it must’ve been Thank you for standing strong

He starts off solemn, cheery. He gains a few more people to listen and interestingly look at him, singing along and waving along. The lyrics hit you like a brick, making you sigh. You enjoy the way the words flow out of his lips melodically, like it was so easy to do in real life.

“I didn’t want any of this” I can say I can hate but nothing will change Looking back now I see the me with eyes forward Standing strong getting’ by moment to moment Didn’t think much just believed in me ... I’m a rose among the concrete Until this bleak city becomes filled with color I’ll keep my head up, stand my ground until the very end Until they get drunk off of my scent and smile

When he finished the song, he gained a loud cheer and applause, making him shyly succumb behind the thin mic stand while muttering continuous thank you's.

"Okay. That was our first song," He smiles, eyes still looking around. When he finally sees someone sat on a wheelchair just behind the crowd, he finally heaves a sigh of relief and smiles at you. "It's not the end of the world. You can bloom even in the smallest things, unexpected places. You can cry, you can take a break. As long as you don't give up, the world will be a better place."

He doesn't break eye contact as he says everything, smiling at you and then back to the crowd as if he didn't do anything such as change your life by helping you.

"Okay, next song!"

Jeong takes a good look at you, because finally, after weeks, there was a smile on your face and as much as his phone was getting bombarded by your mother's calls, he couldn't care a second.

"Let me finish another song and then we'll wrap up for today. Again, tonight too, it has been Choi Jongho, everybody. Thank you!" All that mattered was his name. He still introduced the ones that came with him, though. You just didn't care.

Though a permanent scar May be the price of holding you I'll give my all to you, to you ... So you won't get any scars, I'll hold you Even when I'm hurt, I'll guard you No need to worry, I'm here for you Look at my smile, it's my all for you When all lights fade When I sink to the ground When I drown in despair I'll still hold you close

"Did you enjoy? I thought you didn't have time?" Jongho, after fixing his things and bidding goodbye to his group, has come and smile brightly at you. "I told you I had a place for you. If you came a it earlier and where I can see you, I would've placed you there beside us."

Jeong only walks a few steps away in confusion for your privacy, still keeping his eyes on you.

"Who did you come with? Who's he?" Jongho curiously looks at the man, and Jeong only looks back. When he gets no answer, he takes his eyes back on you. "Are you that starstruck?"

"Thank you." You smile, "I actually didn't remember until awhile ago, when I was already here and you were already starting. I'm glad I wanted fresh air. I'm glad I was taken here. I'm glad to hear you sing. But most importantly, I'm glad that you had the most melodic voice I ever heard." You joke around, chuckling. He also laughs wholeheartedly, smiling at you.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it too, then."

"Those songs too... Thank you. I'm not saying you sang it for me, but it definitely did its part for me. So thank you, Mister Choi Jongho." He gives you a small smile and extends his hand for you to shake.

"I believe I deserve an incentive." He sharply inhales and glares jokingly at you.

"Oh. Right. I don't have anything on me, but Jeong will." You were about to signal for Jeong when he takes your hand, shaking it.

"I was joking. Your name will do. So let's start again. Hi, I'm Choi Jongho and you're...?" Jongho smiles expectantly, waiting for you.

As your name slips out of your lips, he shakes your hand mumbles a nice to meet you.

"Don't you think you owe me another one for my umbrella?" He shakes his head, looking down on his feet. You chuckle, asking him what he wanted.

"Is it finally money because I can call Jeong,"

"Your number and maybe a few dates?" He mumbles, looking wherever except your eyes.

It takes you a few seconds before you break into a genuine smile, reaching for his phone in his hand.

"There." You give it back to him and he squeals internally, giddily on his toes and checking his phone.

"Okay, maybe that umbrella- I just found it on the lost and found area. But it served great purpose!" You gasp at the confession, finally laughing at your heart's content.

Because finally, even when you thought your world has just been broken down to pieces, an angel has come and saved you.

h1key - rose blossom young k - guard you

*i got all english lyrics from genius!

[barsformars]

Lemonade

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g - pure fluff

p - wooyoung x f! reader

w.c - 1023

t.w - none

c - you help out at wooyoung’s brother school carnival and get mistaken for his parents.

a.n - idk what inspired me to write this but i think its quite cute and i want a love like this frfr

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it’s two in the afternoon on a saturday and you somehow find yourself in an indoor sports hall surrounded by parents and their elementary school children for their school induction carnival.

“so why am i here again?” you leaned back to whisper into wooyoung’s ears, smiling at the group of young teachers walking past your lemonade stand as they gushed about how they weren’t aware kyungmin parents were this young and beautiful.

“please give lots of love to kyungmin!” wooyoung waved at them with a bright smile which was reciprocated with even bigger smiles and head nods. “seems like kyungmin’s going to be popular,” wooyoung commented. the teachers weren’t the only ones, other parents seemed to share the same sentiment.

you pushed wooyoung’s fringe to the side, clearing his view as he sliced up more lemons. he surely is very handsome, and so you said, “i think you’re the one they care about.”

he laughed under his breath, creasing the corners of his eyes and revealing his dimples clearer than ever. “well, kyungmin is lucky to have such a good looking brother,” wooyoung added on.

you pouted upon hearing that as you pointed at the badge you had pinned on your shirt — ‘kyungmin’s mom’. wooyoung reasoned that they didn’t have time to get it reprinted since his parents had urgent matters to attend to. they felt bad pulling out last minute since it was also on volunteer basis and the school needed as much support as they could get. you had suggested writing over it but he whined that it would be ugly, and also harmless even if they mistook the both of you for his parents.

“i feel like i’m committing fraud,”you confessed softly, “this is the first time the parents are meeting each other, and we aren’t even actually them.”

wooyoung was about to lean in for a peck when a customer arrived at the stall with her daughter, ordering two cups of iced lemonade. he quickly puts on his million-dollar smile, his voice laced with honey as he sweetly makes small talk. “what class is our pretty jihyun in?” he asked, his gentle eyes shifting from her name tag to her little face.

you did your part by pouring the drinks and covering the lids before passing them to wooyoung, who very swiftly wrote a cute note on the cups while still holding the conversation.

“kyungmin eomma, your husband is so sweet, you’re so lucky!” the lady called out to you. you awkwardly thanked her and you can already see the weird faces wooyoung was making at you from the corner of your eyes.

once the lady and her daughter had walked away, you pushed his cheek towards the other side. you didn’t want him to notice how your own were starting to flush. you didn’t want to admit that you enjoyed having wooyoung being referred to as your husband, especially not when neither of you have ever brought up tying the knot yet.

“so i was going to say that you’re basically kyungmin’s honorary mother at this point,” wooyoung said softly from behind you, his hands resting on the side of your hips. he attempted to peek at your face but you shunned, flustered. you still turned to face him, reminded by the fact that this was not the best place for public displays of affection.

“why are you blushing so hard?” wooyoung questioned, genuinely surprised. he had started to think you were getting immune to his ways of affection.

you cupped your face with your hands, wanting to gauge just how red you were — you were burning hot. it did not help that wooyoung was guessing what exactly got you feeling this way, and getting it on the second try.

“you like it when people call me your husband?” he teased. wooyoung knew you long enough to tell that you meant a ‘yes’ despite you pushing him away again. “do you want to be referred to as my wife?”

you shot him a look. it doesn’t hit the same.

“alright, i’ll settle with a one-sided marriage then,” wooyoung joked. “you have yet to proposed though, by the way.”

“would you want to marry me?” your gaze locked with his. if he was serious about it, you would be down for it too.

“of course,” wooyoung replied without hesitation, reaching out to take your hands in his. “i was just kidding earlier on though, i want to be the one proposing,” he clarified.

he had been thinking about bringing this topic up for quite some time but the two of you have been too busy pursuing your own careers. but wooyoung realised that if he kept letting that excuse stop him, it would never happen till he retires. he’s not going to make you wait that long, even if you were willing.

you swiftly checked your surroundings before sneaking a peck on his lips, “thank you for always wanting me in your life, i feel very loved.” you may have refused his initial invitation to help out at the carnival with him but it didn’t mean that you didn’t appreciate it. you were always the first person on his mind, and always the person he chooses to go to regardless of the matter.

“and thank you for wanting to be with me, i love you, lots,” wooyoung replied before engulfing you in his arms. he couldn’t wait to live out the rest of his life with you, going on exciting adventures or staying at home accompanying each other in silence or doing simple things like slicing up and juicing lemons in an elementary school’s indoor sports hall.

“you know what they say about making lemonade when life throws you lemons,” wooyoung said as he suppressed a smirk.

“uhuh…”

“what do you do then when life gives you love?”

you slapped him on the shoulder and lightly shoved him to the side. “this is not the best place for that kind of jokes, woo!”

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Daddy Chronicles

𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉! 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙊𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙎𝙐𝙄𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝟭𝟴｡

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲? ↳ Go Back ↳ Nah, I'm good

The boys are all aged up, I do not mention the exact age anywhere, so you are free to imagine whatever you want.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳!

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park seonghwa ➳ bookworm!reader, ceo!seonghwa, bestfriend'sdad!seonghwa

synopsis: best friend's father has a rather big book collection, and you are a big bookworm who has started losing touch with reality. he shows you just how real it can get away from the covers and pages.

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synopsis: hongjoong loves art, wine, and pretty girls. how convenient that on the opening night of his art gallery, as he sips his red wine, his eyes land on you.

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player 9

jeong yunho ➳ footballplayer!yunho, coach!yunho, aunt!reader

synopsis: you always thought that your nephew's football coach was handsome, and when he invites all the parents and families to come watch him play a big match, you struggle to keep your cool while watching his clothes stick to his body and his face and muscles glistening with sweat.

one

three is a crowd

kang yeosang ➳ swimminginstructor!yeosang

synopsis: a tragic event in your childhood created an aquaphobia for you. at pool parties, beaches, and camping, you are always the one to stay out of the water. until your father finds you a swimming instructor, who solves one problem, but creates another one.

put on a show

song mingi ➳ ceo!mingi, fashiondesigner!mingi, model!reader

synopsis: your ceo is to die for. drop dead gorgeous, aged like fine wine, a figure you’d kill to have. his only problem? he might be the meanest person you’ve ever met in your life. then why are you enjoying his degrading words as he makes you take every inch he has to give you?

silver band

choi san ➳ collegeprofessor!san, student!reader

synopsis: choi san is a married man, and the hottest professor you’ve ever seen. you feel unnatural amounts of jealousy and hatred each time he opens his laptop to start the lesson, showing everyone through the projector the desktop picture of his wife while he opens the files he needs to teach. you want a taste of him so bad, but he shows zero interest towards you. or anyone else. so how will you pull this off?

white dress

choi jongho ➳ dad’sbestfriend!jongho, bride!reader

synopsis: you don’t love this man at all. he is a cheater, he hits you, he flirts with other women in front of you. what has gotten into your father’s mind and is forcing you to marry that bastard? maybe his best friend has a little more compassion and will notice your silent cries for help.

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jung wooyoung ➳ cashier!wooyoung, pervyneighbour!wooyoung, innocentexploring!reader

synopsis: never in your life did you see a dildo this huge. it’s so… big, so purple, and it’s staring right back at you. the cashier seems to notice your horrified face with each isle you walk down, and he can’t help but offer you help. how can he help, when even you don’t know what you’re looking for?

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bingo | park seonghwa

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst + fluff, single dad!seonghwa x reader

warnings: brief mention of hwa's ex partner not being in their daughter's life

author's note: after seeing seonghwa on that one show with kids i literally cannot get dad!teez out of my head

it's been almost a month? since you've started going out with seonghwa. he was a great guy, a little older than you and was always a gentleman to you, what more could you ask for? at this point, you were waiting for seonghwa to make it official but there was just something that was holding him back. you didn't know what it was but you trusted that with time he'll tell you.

tonight, was another date night and even after all these days you still got nervous before each one. it was no different when you arrived at seonghwa's house fiddling with the hem of your cardigan.

hesitantly, you knocked on the door to reveal a disheveled looking seonghwa. his usually slicked back hair wasn't done and a few buttons on his shirt were open.

"hi," seonghwa breathes out, a tired smile on his face.

"are you okay, hwa?" you ask almost instantly, concern taking over before you notice a tiny figure waddling up behind him. big doe eyes looking up at you from behind his legs, "oh hello!"

"yeojin, go into your room really quickly. appa will be there in a second." seonghwa softly asks, the exhaustion evident in his voice. "come in, i'm so sorry. just give me a minute, things have been...chaotic."

"oh no worries." you respond empathetically, taking note of how many toys and coloring books were scattered all over the place. so he has a child? is he divorced?

before too many questions popped into your mind, seonghwa immediately began talking as he began to pick up the scattered toys. "i'm so sorry about the mess. i had to stay at the office a little longer and then i picked up yeojin late and i just haven't had time to clean up and then our babysitter canceled last minute and now-"

"hey, hey," you interrupt before seonghwa combusts from being overwhelmed. to ease the burden, you also begin to pick up the toys around the living room after you placed a hand on his back. "it's okay. don't worry about it. there's always tomorrow seonghwa."

"i know, i know but-wait. you're not mad or disgusted?" the man stops in his tracks looking at you perplexed.

"i'm a little surprised if i'm being honest. i know taking care of a child is hard and by yourself i assume is even harder. your kid is more important than anything in the world, missing one date won't kill me hwa."

seonghwa was standing still, not a sound coming out his mouth which was beginning to freak you out. did you say the wrong thing? is seonghwa yeojin's dad or? "seonghwa?"

"sorry, i'm just a little shocked. not a lot of people are very happy when they find out they've been going out with a single dad." seonghwa lightly jokes trying to ease the tension in the air. "thank you though. it means a lot. really."

"of course," you smile at him.

a door opens to reveal a tiny yeojin peeking out from what you presumed to be her room.

"hey bubba, what's up." seonghwa asks, his voice becoming much softer.

she doesn't say much but instead pads over to the coffee table and attaches herself to her dad. "can we draw?"

"of course bubs. let appa go get the markers."

"i can get them." you say faster than seonghwa gets up to which he directs you over to one of the drawers in the living room.

upon your arrival, seonghwa has a bluey coloring book out for yeojin. crutching down to reach the table, you gasp softly at the blue dog. "is that bluey?"

yeojin nods her head shyly, a small smile appearing on her face as seonghwa looks up at you in surprise.

"ahh, i love bluey! who's your favorite character?" you ask watching yeojin point to the smaller, light colored dog.

"bingo?" yeojin nods again, her smile growing even bigger. "no way, i like her too!"

seonghwa watched the two of you converse in awe and he swears he couldn't have fallen more in love with you. it was always a gamble bringing up the fact that he had a kid to his dates and lately he's been ghosted more times than he can count. maybe that's why seonghwa took so long to talk about yeojin. although, he would never admit it, you had him wrapped your finger and he was scared to lose you.

so far though, you were taking his little "surprise" or "fun fact" about him better than he thought you would. still, he was worried what you would say when yeojin left the room. would you be mad at him? dump him on the spot? ghost him after tonight? he's never had one of his flings (?) ever meet yeojin because they all left at the mention of a kid. to say seonghwa was terrified of your reaction was a massive understatement.

"seonghwa?" you ask, pulling the dad out of his thoughts. "yeojin wants to watch bluey."

"right." he answers, gently removing yeojin from his lap as he goes to scrounge for the remote in his unusually disorganized apartment.

while seonghwa looks for the remote, you continue to converse with yeojin about bluey which was the show you ironically watched during dinner time. hey, there's actually plot and messages in the show okay?

by the time seonghwa returned, the two of you were in a deep conversation about some episode regarding bingo and bluey playing pretend with their grandad. almost immediately, yeojin eye's become glued to the screen as soon her dad puts on the kid's show leaving you and seonghwa to talk amongst each other.

"so, you know bluey?" seonghwa asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

an embarrassed laugh slips past your lips, "uh yeah, sounds silly but i watch it as background noise, you know?"

"i'm not judging," he pauses, "just surprised."

"yeah, i like the accents." you say in a panic causing seonghwa to smile, "so, um i don't mean to pry but i assume yeojin's yours?"

the smile slowly fades on his face as seonghwa feels the guilt build in his stomach. "yeah, her, uh mom isn't in the picture anymore."

"oh, i'm so sorry to hear that."

"it's fine now, it's better without her." seonghwa looks down at his hands trying to distract himself from the thoughts about the past.

"oh."

there was a beat of silence where the both of you didn't dare to look at each other, too afraid to make things weird. only the faint conversations of the tv and the sounds of the marker on paper were heard.

"look, i'm really sorry for dumping all this on you." seonghwa gestures to an oblivious yeojin. "i know you probably weren't expecting a child tonight or any of this really. i completely understand if you don't want to talk again or you need space. whatever you want, i'll do."

"it's okay,"

"i-you're not mad?" seonghwa asks in shock.

"i mean i'm not mad. i understand not bringing up a daughter on the first date. but i'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me sooner." you confess.

"i didn't want to lose you."

"seonghwa-"

"i was trying to plan the perfect time to talk about yeojin but i just got so swamped with everything that time slipped through my fingers and you had to find out in such a shitty way."

your eyes dart towards a sleepy yeojin on seonghwa's lap at the curse word. even he jumps a little at his realization and then calms down when he realized that his baby girl was almost knocked out in his lap.

"would you have told me before we made things official?" you ask, testing the waters about how serious you could go tonight with the questions.

"yes. most definitely yes. i couldn't just ask you to be my partner and then surprise you that i have a whole child that i've been hiding from you."

interesting. so was he going to tell you about yeojin soon? was he going to make things official?

seonghwa could see the gears turning in your head at his words. "it sounds hypocritical now but trust me i really wanted you two to meet. i just-i really like you y/n."

you go quiet. processing everything he was saying. from what he was saying there was a very very high chance he wants you to be his like officially his but even if he actually wanted to make things official, he has a whole child. a child without a mother. were you really ready to take on the responsibility to be one? or anything similar to that role?

being with seonghwa meant much more than just being together and loyal to one another. being honest, you didn't mind yeojin. so far you got along great with her but a single interaction and convo won't predict the future of your relationship with her. it's a lot definitely but-

"y/n," seonghwa softly says pulling you out from your daze, "i'll be right back i'm gonna put yeojin down in her room."

you hum in response, letting your thoughts consume you once more.

your brain was beginning to ache because of how much you were thinking but one thing was for certain. you really liked seonghwa. enough that you were willing to accept everything that came with him - including yeojin.

you reminded yourself that dating seonghwa didn't mean automatically becoming a parent all of a sudden. he wasn't asking that of you. probably won't for a long time. he wants you for you. it's just a bonus you got along with yeojin so far.

there was a soft click of the door closing that made you turn your head. you look over to see seonghwa awkwardly make his way over to you, uncertainty written all over his face.

"i'm sorry for going quiet on you." you apologize, fingers toying with the hem of your cardigan once more. "i was just thinking."

a quiet laugh escapes seonghwa, "it's okay, don't worry about it. i'm sure tonight was a lot. but-"

"listen, seonghwa," oh here it comes. the "i'm so sorry, i don't think this will work out anymore". "i don't know what your plans were for us but regardless of what happened tonight, i want to be more. i know you having a whole kid might make things difficult or a little confusing but, i'm willing to try with you."

seonghwa felt his heart drop and then pick back up again when you finished talking. he didn't know what to say. he was grateful, excited, but most of all relived.

"so, how does another date this thursday night," seonghwa pauses, trying to not choke on his words, "as mine sound?"

"are you finally asking me to be your partner, park seonghwa?" you smile. it's finally happening.

"yes." seonghwa breathes out, truly terrified of your answer.

"then yes, i would love to." you answer, wrapping your arms around seonghwa's neck.

"sounds good then my love." seonghwa mumbles, his heart racing and his head buzzing from the overwhelming night but it didn't matter to him.

you were finally his.

[sunlightwoo]

king of hearts

✁ pairing: wooyoung x g.n reader

✁ genre: established relationship, mafia au, illegal underground casino and fighting themes, twinges of fluff but there’s angst,,, but open ending? i wasn’t sure how to end it. warnings: descriptions of blood and scratches but its not on wooyoung, language rating: 16+

✁ wc: 2.2k

✁ plot: you were his red, his lucky charm; from the color of your outfit to the way that he views the world to protect you from its evil, including himself. however you knew what you were getting into from the moment that you first locked eyes, and you maybe enjoyed the thrill of it all. after all, you were his red.

✁ a/n: welcome to my attempt of a writing comeback! this was so much fun to write and i really do hope that you guys liked this!! it’s not my best, but also not my worst as i attempted to get back into the writing groove~ however i hope you all enjoy reading this and also check out the rest of the outlaw the project works that are also written by other amazing atiny writers!! until next time~

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You should be considered lucky. 

Being the fiancée of a powerful man in the underground mafia world, it should be a privilege that you were to be prosperous for the rest of your life without having to move a finger at all. Both you and Wooyoung had known each other since your college days, except he wasn’t in college whatsoever. It was more of a situation where the man had stumbled into your previous part time campus job, just when you were about to close down for the day. 

Something about him that night should’ve sent alarms right to your head, but you fell for his cheeky smile and the glint in his eyes, which got you to where you were today. 

Today was another moment where Wooyoung was going to be out for the night; but you knew what he was going out for. Him and his friends were a part of a secret night life, one that had different casinos, underground fight clubs, and even dealerships that you would’ve never thought about in broad daylight. Nobody would have suspected them in the first place, considering the fact that they were all highly respected noble citizens, yet you knew. 

Wooyoung came clean to you almost three months into your relationship, all based on the fact that he was heavily in love with you and knew that you had been the one that he wanted to settle down with. 

“What’s going on in that cute head of yours?” 

You turn to look at your lover, who was sitting beside you in his car, the soft hums of the engine filling up the atmosphere as you give him a small smile before shaking your head. For a moment he gives you a look as if he was not convinced with your words. Before he could voice his doubts,the red neon traffic light turns green once again, giving him no option but to proceed with the journey that you were both going on. 

Tonight was one of the biggest nights for him, as he was not only coaching one of the biggest underground fights of the year, but also trying to make sure that a deal goes through with a rival gang. The opponent that his gang member would face tonight was from a group called TXT, and was known to be ruthless and merciless. However, you had faith that both Wooyoung and San had a plan to defeat them for the night, all while Wooyoung’s leader was in charge of making the deal with TXT’s leader, Soobin. 

“What if something happens tonight? Like if San loses tonight, what does that mean for the rest of you guys, or even you?” You whisper quietly, glancing over at him once more and for a minute you can see a twinge of hesitation in his face. 

You could tell that he was a bit perplexed from your words, and maybe you should’ve kept your thoughts to yourself so that he wouldn’t be paranoid. However, he knew that you were right because that was something that he wanted to push to the back of his mind. He didn’t want to think about the negatives that could happen tonight, knowing that the underground scene was unsafe for you to be in, in the first place. 

But he trusted you: his good luck charm. 

“You’ll be there beside me, won't you, Red?” He grins suddenly and the hand that was previously in yours is brought up to his lips as he places a kiss on the back of your hand. 

Of course you would. 

“I’ll be there to cheer you both on, I promise.”

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you, darling!” 

Your grin widens the moment that you see your old friend from college, Hueningkai, as soon as you enter the outer ropes of the ring. He gives you a hug at the sight of you and for a moment you can feel eyes on you, unsure as to why the feeling of paranoia was creeping up your spine. You chose to ignore it for a moment as you greeted your friend. 

“What brings you here, Kai? I wouldn’t have imagined this place to be your scene.” You smile while motioning to how grimy and musty the place was smelling, but he lets out a small chuckle before giving you a look, which you understood. 

“I could say the same for you, as someone who once hated the locker rooms that were in the rec center,” He jokes before stuffing both hands into his pockets and nodding over towards one corner of the ring, where one of the fighters was already preparing himself. 

“I’m actually here for Taehyunie. I’m his coach for tonight’s match.”

His words explained the paranoia in your system, which caused your heart to sink into your stomach as chills crawled on your skin. If anybody could see the blood drain from your face, they would assume that you had seen a ghost in this abandoned arena. It seemed as though Kai had caught on to your shift in expression, and was a bit concerned.

“Y/N-”

“Red!” The sound of your friend San arrives in your ears as he wraps an arm over your shoulder, grinning at the sight of you before sizing up the tall male that was standing right in front of you. “Who’s your friend, Red?” 

You could tell that Wooyoung had sent him over as the latter was probably collecting all of the money for the bets that were going on for tonight’s match. There was a lump in your throat as you struggled to get the words out, but both males were just outright smiling at each other, as if there wasn’t going to be a large match against both enemy gangs. 

Nope, just one friendly fighting match… That could be the demise of one group and possibly start a gang war. 

“Hey Red, your fiancé wants to see you real quick,” He says after breaking the tension filled stare that was sent at Kai before sending the individual a small smile, “See you later Huening.” 

The fighter drags you away from him and rather towards his corner that your fiancé was standing in with his arms crossed, but the glare that he was sending towards the other gang was everything that you needed to confirm his thought process. 

He was angry. 

“Woo-”

“How do you know Kai?” He interrupts your sentence and hops down from the ring to look at you with his arms still crossed, an eyebrow raised as if you were a child being scolded, causing an  unsettling feeling to bubble in your stomach. 

“Well, in case you don’t remember, I used to have a life before all of this,” You said before motioning towards the scene behind you both and mirroring his stance, “He was one of my close friends before  graduating, but never had I once found out that he was in a gang, much less enemy gang.” 

Your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, or even a tiny bit of anger as you could tell that Wooyoung was once again perplexed for the nth time tonight. You could see the bills of cash that were threatening to spill from his pockets, which meant that tonight meant huge for him, but you didn’t want to be seen as the trophy standing beside him the whole time. 

You could do something too. 

“I’m not judging you for having other friends, baby, I’m just-”

“Nervous about the fight, I know, whatever.” You huffed, deciding to shrug off the black and white racer jacket that was draped over your shoulders that was given to you earlier by one of the other members in Wooyoung’s gang. 

“Find me when it’s fucking over, I guess. I’ll be in the car.” You huffed and shoved the jacket into his arms, taking the keys that were previously in the jacket’s pocket into your own hands and heading back outside to where your car was parked earlier. 

You didn’t have to be there anyways for good luck. It was San’s fight anyways, not his.

You don’t know how long you have been knocked out for, but the sound of someone knocking on the car’s door wakes you up from your impromptu car nap and you open your eyes to see that it was your fiancé with a small smile on his face. He motions for you to unlock the car for him to get in, and you roll your eyes at his action, deciding to turn away from his face after remembering the events that lead you to where you were now. 

“Oh come on baby, don’t be like that-”

“Shove a foot up your ass, Woo,” You grumbled and tried to close your eyes once again, up until you heard the familiar sounds of police sirens in the background, “Shit.”

Reaching over to unlock the doors, you see him scramble to get in and start the car,  disregarding his seatbelt as he sped off into the neon city lights. The sound of police sirens had felt like they were getting closer with every second that Wooyoung was speeding off into the night, your grip on the passenger handle above your head getting tighter as your heart was beating fast in your chest. 

It was moments like this where you’d pray that you didn’t get caught today, because if something were to go wrong then it was over for all of you. Your heartbeat was pounding loudly in your ears until you felt the car coming to a stop, making you open your eyes which had  unknowingly been clenched shut as you realized that you were back at your shared home. 

You didn’t even notice that the sirens stopped with how fast everything was going. 

The car turns off as you slump back into your seat, hearing Wooyoung release a breath of relief. You could tell that he was staring at you, figuring out what your next move was. On one hand, you want to scream and slap him across the face for being on the edge of getting arrested tonight, because what could’ve gone so badly that the cops had shown up. On the other hand…

“We lost tonight,” He whispers, before you could even reach over to open the door that was on your side. You looked over at him confused, wondering how it was even possible for them to lose when San was known to be undefeatable. 

“Turns out I didn’t have my good luck charm tonight, because I messed up.” He chuckles, trying to give you a small smile, but he frowns when he notices that you were not giving into his endeavors. 

“Baby, there’s no excuse for how I acted tonight-”

“You were a big dickhead-”

“An absolute dickhead to you,” He says, pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand. You let out a deep breath from your nose, still glaring at him as he plays with your engagement ring which he placed on your fourth finger just memories prior to this, “But I was scared that you’d leave me.” 

You scoffed in response, taking your hand out of his as you turned around to look at him for the first time tonight with your thoughts as clear as day. 

“I said yes to marrying you for a reason, Jung Wooyoung. I didn’t give a shit back then when you told me that you were in a mafia gang, hell if I cared about the fact that we just ran away from the fucking cops because of your sick gambling addiction and desire to win so bad against your enemy gang,” You started ranting, feeling the tips of your ears and cheeks flare up in anger because of how much you kept it all bottled in after all these months of just sitting aside and just being his fiancée. 

“But the moment that I greet my friend after not seeing them for a while, even after saying yes to you and running away from what I know, you treated me like I couldn’t be trusted. How am I supposed to be my own person, after I marry you, when I constantly feel like a little trophy? How many times am I going to be an accomplice to your illegal activities, until I end up facing your consequences from the amount of blood on your hands?” 

Your words felt like a kick to his stomach as tears surfaced in your eyes, but his lack of words was confirmation enough. Unlocking the door, you get out of the tension filled car and slam the door behind you before reaching up to wipe the stray tears that were falling from your face. 

Neither of you were in the right headspace. It felt like you were stuck in a game of cards where you were about to lose it all to a hand with the king of hearts. But, this time, you weren’t even sure how this was going to end, as maybe this was the end of you and your own king of hearts. 

You realized from the moment that you stepped inside your home; Wooyoung never chased after you.

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memory lane | j.yh

I'm nearly two years late but in my defense I had this written for months already, I was just too lazy to create a graphic for it until now. anyway, this was sparked by the memory lane trip that dr. strange took in multiverse of madness - there are definitely spoilers (check the warnings below) and this story might be confusing if you haven't seen the dr. strange and spiderman movies so keep that in mind!

I made some changes to the plots of both movies, so bear this in mind - y/n instead of mingi (ned's counterpart) is the one with sorcery potential and later joins dr. strange at the sanctum, so y/n is the one who goes universe hopping with america chavez and ends up replaying memories they'd forgotten from when dr. strange erased all memories of spiderman (yunho). this story takes place after they've defeated wanda and returned to the sanctum. this should sum up the biggest changes, hope it helps :)

Pairing: Yunho x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst (happy ending), Spiderman!au

Warnings: spoilers for the last Dr. Strange and Spiderman movies

Word Count: 5.3k

When you return to the Sanctum, armed with a name and the knowledge of a love you don't remember, you go searching for answers. 

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When the dust has cleared at Mount Wungadore and they’ve all made it back to the Sanctum, it takes Strange a few hours to realize that there’s something wrong with his apprentice. Not just the exhaustion, not just the trauma of universe hopping and fighting the most powerful witch in all of the infinite number of universes in existence—that would be normal. This is something different. Something darker.

Something more broken.

“Dr. Strange,” you say later that night when it’s just the two of you, everyone else gone to bed. Flames crackle in the fireplace, glowing weirdly on your face. “Do you remember what happened with Spiderman?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Spiderman?” He knows you were there, remembers that’s how he became aware of your potential for sorcery, but you’ve never really talked about it.

“Yeah.”

He tells you what he remembers. A spell, rips in the universe, a vigilante who wouldn’t let the aberrations die. The mirror dimension, hanging over the Grand Canyon for way too fucking long, and a second spell to right the wrongs of the first.

You take it all in silence, not a single question asked until the end. “Do you remember what the second spell was?”

He looks at you. You don’t look back.

“No.”

“…Okay.”

He ends up leaving first, exhaustion pulling his eyelids down to the point he can barely keep them open as he climbs up the Sanctum’s stairs. He tells you to rest, and you nod, but he’s still not quite certain you heard.

You probably didn’t. Because in the morning when he wakes, you’re gone, only a text left on his phone to give any clue as to where you went.

Gone to visit a friend. I’ll be back. I’m fine.

Please don’t follow me.

. . . . .

Standing in front of the apartment door, an arm raised to knock, you feel like time has been frozen still.

“Memory Lane. Replay your significant memories, now at a discounted price! We remember, so you don’t forget.”

A boy in the spider-suit, face bloodied, eyes broken. A wavering smile on his lips that couldn’t disguise the tears rolling down his face. Hugging you and Mingi with arms so strong but trembling so much you could—you could almost feel them shaking around your shoulders. Eyes zeroing in on the wound on your head, a short gash that left the scar you could never for your life remember where it came from—

He saw it. And asked about it. And heard your babbled reassurances, instinctively steadying you on your bad leg (how did he know? How did he know if you never knew him?) as you and Mingi tried to speak, before saying the words you don’t remember.

“You’re going to forget who I am.”

You swallow hard, trying to reconcile the smiling boy you’d met during your third fight ever with the broken, bloodied man standing before you in that moment. They had the same suit—nearly. Not quite. But they had the same face. The same eyes.

And though you didn’t have a name then, now you do.

“I love you.”

“I love you, Yunho Jeong.”

You loved a boy whose name you don’t know. And he—

He loved you too.

Nausea rolls in your stomach. Your arm has begun to ache from holding it up for so long, but you can’t bring yourself to knock. What if he refuses to hear you? What if he doesn’t want you to remember, doesn’t want you to ask? What if he just isn’t home? You don’t know if you could find the courage to come back again. You can already feel the adrenaline high of the past few days beginning to fade, that initial burst of anger and courage (or was it foolishness? Right now you can’t quite tell) falling away to reveal your confused and broken core.

Your sight blurs, the four numbers marking Spiderman’s door (Yunho’s door, your brain corrects you, and it’s unsettling how easily the name seems to roll off the tongue of your mind though you know you never knew it until the trip down Memory Lane) swimming in your vision. One zero two four. You remember it from the day you walked him back, one of his arms slung around your shoulders, one leg broken and propped up by a cast of your own magic.

The moment had felt—familiar, you remember. Vaguely. At least in the way his tired laughs left his lips, in the way he joked about the villain who had left him in this state, in the way he thanked you as he lay on his bed, the magic cast fizzling out of sight, his reassurance that he’d be healed by morning. It had felt easy, somehow. Like you’d done this before, or something similar.

At the time, you’d brushed it off as Spiderman’s charisma with everybody. The times you interacted with him, watched him fend off villains and help the elderly cross the sidewalk in just two breaths showed you enough. That infectious laugh, the witty barbs, his charming easiness with every person he encountered, villain or no, weren’t special somethings reserved for you, which you reminded yourself in the moments you thought that might be true.

But maybe it was true. That trip down memory lane told you that you knew him even before you did. Knew Spiderman, knew him deeply, knew him well enough to know his name, Yunho Jeong—

Knew him enough that you could kiss him and tell him you loved him, twice, even without the promise of a response.

“Wait. Wait and tell me when you see me again.”

He’d promised. With a nod, and a smile, and words said before that you know from the memory but still don’t remember. He’d said it, sworn it—

“It’s okay. I’m gonna come and find you and—and I’ll explain everything. I’ll make you remember me.” A deep, rattling breath. “And it’ll be like none of this ever happened.”

Yet he never came to find you. For what reason, you don’t know. But you found him. Over and over, you found him—during fights, on trips to the bodega, several times in the Sanctum. And he never said anything.

The ache of a memory that is yours but isn’t thuds dully in your chest. You need to know if it was real. And it if was…

You need to know why he never returned.

Your knuckles rap the door sharply—once, twice, three times. Something clangs and there’s a loud curse in a voice you properly remember, not just know from your trip down memory lane.

Footsteps sound. Something clicks in the door. You have just one moment to prepare yourself before it swings open—

Yunho Jeong’s face stares at you, confused, kind, smiling. If you hadn’t been watching so carefully, you would’ve missed the millisecond of hope and panic that flashed across his eyes that confirms everything you’ve conjectured so far.

You’re not sure how to feel about it.

“Good morning?” He laughs a little, and he’s so good at acting—so damn good, did he take acting classes before? Not that you would’ve known since you only got that one significant memory before you shoved America Chavez on, but you want to grab his shoulders and shake him hard enough to tug those memories loose and plant them back in your own damn head—

“Yunho Jeong.” You take a step forward. “We have a lot to talk about.”

. . . . .

His eyes are guarded when he lets you in the door, but he lets you sit on the couch before he lets loose with a question, more of a statement, of his own. “You know my name.”

You probe his gaze carefully. For once, it flickers as you stare at him, a shard of that steady, easy confidence he’s always had (was there a time he didn’t have it? Were you there when that was the case?) chipped and dropped into somewhere unknown. He doesn’t flinch away, though, not like you originally expected him to.

Maybe it isn’t just paranoia and caution behind those guarded walls, your mind whispers. Maybe there’s a bit of hope, too.

The thought is too much for you to handle, so for all your original bravado you’re the one who looks away first. “I do.”

Spiderman’s—Yunho’s—voice nearly trembles with how carefully he measures his next word. “How?”

You take a deep breath. How do you even start?

“I recently took a…trip, of sorts, with Dr. Strange.” Not really—it was more so just with America, but Spiderman doesn’t know America and you probably shouldn’t be telling anyone about her until Dr. Strange gives the okay. “Went universe hopping. Mostly unintentionally.” Ignoring Spiderman’s—Yunho, Jesus fucking Christ—sharp intake of breath, you continue. “One of them had a curious feature called Memory Lane. For a price, it would replay your most significant memories.” You swallow. “I got a…free trial, of sorts.”

The silence that follows your statement hangs heavily in the air. Never, not once in the time you’ve known him (at least not the second time you knew him, if the first time even existed) did you think Yunho (it’s still strange how not strangely the name flows through your mind) could have let such a tension weigh the conversation—he’s always been so charismatic, so ready to smile and laugh and joke away any heaviness that came. Hell, even when he had a leg snapped into so many pieces only a cast of glowing golden threads was holding it together, he wore a smile on the way back. But in the face of your words, Yunho’s head has fallen, the strong shoulders tensed to snap, his clasped hands trembling underneath his chin…

He looks up, straight at you. His eyes have fragmented and the shards you see in them frightens you—that’s just not a look that belongs on Yunho’s face. He looks ten, twenty, thirty years older than he is (your age, he’d told you with the perfect amount of surprise and warmth on his face the day you’d told him, the first time you’d had more than a few minutes to get to know each other more), with the tortured memories of someone who’s lived through millennia. And, you realize with a pang, there’s a reason for that. Because if you forgot him, if Mingi forgot him, how many others did?

And if you meant so much to him in that life you don’t remember, how much has he had to keep to himself in order to keep you from knowing?

“What did you see?” he asks quietly, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles have turned white. “If it’s okay to tell me, of course.”

Tears bubble in the corners of your eyes. That gentleness, that consideration, feels so warm. So very warm and familiar.

“I was with you. And Mingi. We were hugging.” You swallow. “You looked…beat up, but you still asked about a wound on my head.”

Yunho’s gaze flutters in the direction you knew it’d go, just to the side of your right eyebrow. Your fingers itch to rise, to touch the scarred flesh that’s still there, but you hold your twitching hands still.

“And then you said we were going to forget who you were.”

He goes still at that, still as a statue. It’s funny—there have been a few times where you mused, internally of course, that Yunho’s face—just Spiderman at the time—could have been sculpted by one of the gods, should they exist. A beaming statue of a hero, waiting for thousands to thank and worship him. But now, as he stares at you with no expression on his face, stone still and truly a human statue if there ever was one…

You promise yourself never to make the statue comparison again, because the warm Yunho, the alive Yunho, is the only one you’d ever want to know.

Swallowing hard, you open your mouth. And close it. Not because you don’t know what to say, because you do—it’s just recounting a memory that isn’t yours, basically a scene from a movie, how hard could it be—but because when you try to speak, you can’t. Your voice is gone.

Yunho’s eyes are shiny. A little too shiny. And there’s a little too much hope in them, now, a hope that makes you want to dig yourself into a hole and have someone cover up the dirt behind you. Because—it’s not right, that hope, it’s not right because you know what Yunho wants isn’t what happened.

He speaks first. “You…remember?”

“I—” You dig your fingernails into your palms so hard it hurts. “I don’t.”

His face falls. Crumbles. And this time, unlike all the other times you didn’t understand before when he’d see you and you’d do something—anything—and his face would do something strange for a second before his easy smile came back up—

He doesn’t try to pull it back together.

“I—saw it.” Your mouth moves on autopilot, trying to patch up a situation you’re not sure you can but anything, anything to bring something back to Yunho’s face. Even the terrible hope was better than this. “I saw it—and—I can’t say I remember it, exactly, because I don’t, but it—it felt like it explained things.”

Yunho looks up. Just barely. But he does.

“You—I’m comfortable with you.” Once it’s out in the open, you realize how stupid it sounds, but you barge forward because who the fuck cares anymore. “And I know—I know a lot of people probably say that, but—even at that first fight, it was like…it was like I knew you a little. Somehow. Even though to my knowledge I had never seen you before.” You wince at how that must sound but Yunho doesn’t, his eyes now fixated more firmly on yours. “A lot of things felt…familiar. Just stuff like your laugh. Smile. The way we could banter and talk and I—just—fuck!” Your own vehemence startles you and you slap your palms to your eyes and to your surprise, you find tears meeting your skin.

Damn it, you really hadn’t intended to cry when you came here.

“Y/N?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, scrub at your eyes with the heels of your palms. “I’m sorry,” you say, and wow your voice sounds so much more ragged than you thought it was. “I’m sorry. I—it all sounds stupid. I don’t know how to explain it. I just know that…sometimes, being around you felt like déjà vu. In some weird way.” The lump in your throat seems bent on returning so you swallow hard again. “The memory that I saw. It made some things, like that, make sense. But other things didn’t.”

“…What didn’t?”

It takes everything left in you to meet Yunho’s gaze. The adrenaline rush of yesterday’s fight has finally faded away fully and you think you might collapse soon, but you force your voice to remain steady even as a stray tear makes it cold way down your cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

. . . . .

For a long moment, Yunho doesn’t speak.

“I…was going to tell you,” he finally says. “I was. When you still had your job at the diner, I was going to go in and…tell you everything. Like I’d promised to. I was—” He laughs a little, broken and fragmented. “I was right outside. I could see you. Mingi was at the counter, too.”

There were many days like those. You’re not sure which one this was. “I didn’t see you.”

“No, you didn’t,” Yunho agrees. “But I saw you. And I saw your scar.”

This time, you can’t stop your hand from touching the warped skin on your forehead.

Yunho’s eyes track the movement. “I had a whole speech written out, you know.” That same broken, fragmented laugh from before. “It was on a piece of paper. I was going to read it to you two. But I saw your scar and…you were laughing. You looked so happy. I couldn’t ruin that.” He smiles a little, but it doesn’t reach his eyes at all. “When you knew I was Spiderman, all it did was cause you pain. And harm.”

You open your mouth to refute, but you can’t. Because you don’t remember anything. Not at all.

“Something happened to just about everyone I cared about who knew my secret.” Yunho’s voice drops. “So I thought it would be better if you didn’t know. It would be better if no one knew. Just the way it was after that day.”

“But—Yunho, I—” Words trip over your tongue and for a moment you still can’t speak, not for lack of thought but for too much. “We—you didn’t give us a choice. How did you know we wouldn’t—”

“You were at the battle.” Yunho’s words cut through your own like a knife and you almost flinch. “A battle I caused because I was an idiot. You don’t remember what happened, do you?”

Slowly, you shake your head.

“I went to Dr. Strange with a request. To wipe everyone’s memory of the fact that Yunho Jeong and Spiderman were one and the same. So many shit things had happened to me—and us—because of Mysterio’s stupid fucking video. College admissions, people taking potshots at us across the street…” He takes a deep, shaky breath. “He almost did. But I kept interrupting with exceptions. People I still wanted to remember me. You. Mingi. Aunt Mei. Happy. And that…that messed the spell up.”

You sit silent, quiet as Yunho tells you about the multiverse, about the other villains who knew him but whom he’d never faced—at least not in this world. He tells you about Aunt Mei, how Osborn had found her, how she’d pressed it into him that all of them needed help, not just to be sent back to their respective universes to die, and how he’d decided she was right.

She had been right, Yunho stresses. But she’d paid for it. With her life.

There, Yunho stops talking for a moment. Puts his hands over his face and breathes deeply once, twice. When he finally looks up, his eyes look redder.

“I’m sorry.” You wince as soon as you say the words, how flat they fall in the silence. But the thing is—you knew Mei. Somewhat. You remember her face, her smile, her burned cookies—you remember her, if not necessarily her nephew. She was a good woman, one of the kindest people you’d ever had the luck to meet. “I…remembered her. Somewhat. Probably not as much as I would have…before, but…”

“Yeah,” is all Yunho says. “Yeah.”

He continues. Two Spidermen, two Yunho Jeongs from separate universes. They looked nothing like him and apparently you summoned them with rings stolen from Dr. Strange himself (so maybe some things are best left not remembered, because if Dr. Strange doesn’t remember this you’re not sure you want him to). Back in their own worlds, they’d faced the villains he’d failed to corral here. They worked together and there was a fight at the Statue of Liberty and you and Mingi were tasked with keeping the unbroken spell safe from Norman Osborn and later, Dr. Strange, too.

You failed.

“Osborn freed the spell,” Yunho says, grief and fury etched in every line of his face. “Broke the casing with one of his stupid little toys. And so all these people—villains, friends, I don’t know—from other universes started coming into ours. Dr. Strange couldn’t contain them.”

You’re starting to feel a little faint. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah,” Yunho breathes. “There was only one way to fix it. Everyone had to forget Yunho Jeong.” His eyes bore into yours.

Forget feeling faint. You think you’re about to be sick. “Everyone.”

“Everyone,” he repeats. A little dark laugh falls from his lips. “No exceptions this time.”

For a long moment, you sit in silence. All of this information—your brain was already exhausted from universe hopping and dealing with a crazy, grief-driven witch, and you got maybe three hours of sleep last night before you found your way here—it’s so much. Almost too much. Maybe you should’ve waited to confront Yunho, should’ve given it a couple of days of thinking before coming here all tongue-tied and stupid—

“But—Yunho. You promised to tell us. You promised to tell me and Mingi.” You can feel your face scrunching up like you’re about to cry again and you don’t need that, don’t need that right now at fucking all. “You could’ve told us—you didn’t have to go through this alone—”

“Yes, I did,” Yunho snaps. “It was my fault. All of this was my fault—”

“No, it fucking wasn’t!” you retort. “It was Mysterio’s fault—hell, it was mine and Mingi’s for not protecting the stupid spell enough—”

“No, it was mine, for trying to change something that couldn’t have been changed!” he yells. “I got the villains into our universe because I couldn’t think of anything beyond our fucking college admissions! I did a fuck up job of keeping the villains in line! I got Mei killed, I got you and Mingi injured, I caused so much trouble for Dr. Strange because I wasn’t thinking—”

“You were a kid!” you yell back. “We all were! Barely fucking eighteen! Not even college students, not even legal adults! And—Yunho! I may not remember anything, but I do fucking know that we never would’ve been coerced or something into helping you. You wouldn’t have done that! If we were helping you in that fight, it was because we agreed to, because we wanted to!”

“It doesn’t matter!” Yunho snaps. “It doesn’t matter that you wanted to! Because in the end, this was a fight that I started and that I should have ended myself! Instead, I got a whole bunch of other people involved and people were injured for it, people—people died for it, Y/N.” His face crumples, and he turns away.

All the fight leaves your body. You reach towards him, slowly take his hands in yours. To your surprise, he doesn’t tug them away.

“I wasn’t going to get you and Mingi killed off because I wanted you back,” Yunho whispers. “My fights were going to be on my terms and only mine. I know you fight now, as Dr. Strange’s apprentice—don’t bring that up with me. Those fights are your choices and on your terms.” Teary eyes look into yours and you can barely fight the urge to brush the wetness away. “It kills me to watch it happen, but that’s your choice. And I can’t interfere with that.” He takes a deep breath. “But I can interfere with the stuff that shouldn’t happen because it’s my fault.”

The anger starts to rise up in you once more. “You didn’t give either of us a choice in deciding that—”

“Right before Aunt Mei died, she told me something.” Yunho’s hands tremble in yours. “She said, ‘With great power, there must also come great responsibility.’”

You swallow hard.

“I don’t think I ever understood until then,” he says quietly. “Sure, I’d always known I had power, and I tried to use it well by being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, you know. Protecting the little guy while others fight the big battles. But the responsibility…my lack of that is what started this whole thing in the first place.” Yunho swallows. “When I saw you and Mingi in the diner, and I made that choice. That was my responsibility. I wasn’t going to purposefully involve anyone else in my fights, my issues. Not now. Not anymore.”

One of his hands releases itself from yours. It rises toward the puckered scar, brushes it with a gentle touch. His fingertips tremble against your skin. “Do you know how you got this?” he asks, whisper soft.

Slowly, you shake your head.

“One of Osborn’s…gadgets, sliced you.” Yunho takes a deep, shaky breath, and you grip his hand harder. “And because of that, you—you fell. Right off the statue.”

You couldn’t speak right now, not even if you tried.

“You fell.” The words seem to rip themselves from Yunho’s throat and he looks away, his free hand covering his face for one, two awful moments before he turns back to you. “You fell, and I tried to catch you but Osborn knocked me out of the way midair, and it—it was only a miracle that one of the other Spidermen caught you. A miracle,” he repeats, almost as though he still doesn’t believe it.

This time you do reach up to brush the tears from his eyes. The movement feels so remarkably natural that you have to wonder how many times you made the same motion in a time before.

“I saw you with the scar. And suddenly I was there, watching you fall with no way to stop it.” Yunho squeezes his eyes shut. “I couldn’t have that happen again. Not to you. Not to anyone.”

His eyes open, and between the tears, all you can see is the certainty of his choice weighing dark in his pupils.

“Not because of me.”

. . . . .

Silence falls in Yunho’s studio apartment. The sun has risen, slats of pale light filtering through his windows, illuminating his face. In the glow of morning, Yunho’s young face only looks older.

And suddenly you feel guilty. So very guilty. You came to his apartment unannounced with a name in one hand, news you were certain he wouldn’t like in the other, and caused him pain. That was it. You forced him to relive all these memories, made him explain things he perhaps wasn’t ready to speak of, and yelled at him for a choice you’re not sure you would’ve made differently had you been in the same situation.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, throat suddenly choked. You drop his hands and step back, desperately trying to swallow your tears. “I—I shouldn’t have come.” Yunho’s eyebrows furrow, but you refuse to look at him. “It wasn’t my place to demand answers of you and I shouldn’t have yelled—”

“Y/N.”

This time it’s his hands that take yours, large and warm and gentle. You look down at your joined fingers, then up at his face. If you had loved each other as much as your memory would have you believe, this must have been a common occurrence.

No wonder it feels so safe.

“I don’t blame you,” he says, and it’s the steadiness of his gaze that convinces you he speaks true. “You had questions, and no one else you knew had answers.”

“Even so.” You blink a tear away. “Even so, Yunho.”

“No.” He grips your hands more tightly. “Do you know how I felt after I saw you the first time after? When you showed up with Dr. Strange in the middle of fighting the drakon?” You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off. “I was terrified, obviously, but watching you…” Yunho looks down at your joined hands and you think he’s going to start crying again, but when he looks back up, there’s a smile on his face despite the faint tears in his eyes. “It was good to see you, Y/N. Just so…good.”

You look down at your hands. Back up at Yunho’s face. 

Eyes so soft with tears, so warm they could melt.

“I was happy to see you,” he says quietly, and for all his words are unbelievable you have to believe them because of the way he says them. “So happy. I mean—I’d made the decision. And I’d come to terms with that I probably would never see you again, or at least never be close with you again. But seeing you then, healthy and happy and just—you—”

A choked noise escapes your throat. Something like a laugh. Something like a sob.

“I thought I’d gotten over it, you know.” Yunho smiles and it’s beautiful and broken and brittle, echoes of joy bittersweet on his lips. “Thought that I’d be able to move on. And I did, in a way, but before I thought that I would forget it all. I thought that I could. But that moment just showed me that I’d really never be able to, and that I would be okay with it. Because seeing you like that—it was good, Y/N.” The smile grows. “Even now, seeing you in front of me like this…”

Oh. Oh, damn.

You’d thought that you were all cried out, but your eyes betray you once more. A headache is starting to build up in the back of your head but you force yourself to focus, to decipher Yunho’s words for what they are. “So—” You swallow. Try to speak. “Do—do you—”

“I still love you,” he says quietly. “Every time I see you, it feels like I’m a little more whole.”

Your face burns. “I—”

“You don’t have to say anything right now.” Yunho smiles, and even on his teary face he looks so handsome, so steady, and if it’s true that you were in love with him before it’s not difficult to understand why. “I know it’s a lot, and that you’ve only just begun to figure some things out. I’m not looking for an answer when I tell you this.” He takes a deep breath. “I just wanted you to know.”

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence. You look at your interlaced fingers, think about how natural it feels to have his hands in yours, to have come to him in this hour of answers and need. Briefly you think of Mingi, and it doesn’t surprise you to think that they could’ve been good friends too.

“I’m not…closed off. To anything.” You swallow hard, looking back up at Yunho. “Yet, at least. I can’t say I—that I love you, not now, but I do believe I loved you once, and I could be there again. Someday.”

Yunho’s eyes fill with tears again, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I just.” Tears of your own start to squeeze down your cheeks, past your lips and chin. “I don’t know if I will ever remember everything,” you finally warn, voice wobbly. “I think it’s more likely that I won’t. But if you’re willing, even then…”

“It’s okay.” Yunho’s smile is warm, and it’s what finally sends the rest of the tears spilling out of your eyes. “This is more than I ever could have hoped for in my life.”

“I want to remember,” you choke. “I want to remember, I want to so badly—”

“I do too,” he says, pulling you into his chest. His warm heartbeat thumps quietly against yours and you take comfort in its steady pace, one, two, one, two. “But even if you don’t, I want you to know that’s okay. And it always will be.”

“…How do you know?”

Yunho’s arms, warm around your body. His hold so gentle yet so firm, so safe and steady as he murmurs reassurances in your ear.

“Because,” he says, pulling away. You look up at him with your sticky, aching eyes, feel all of your trust in him only grow as he smiles.

“Because we can always make more memories of our own.”

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[seohwang]

Bedroom mishaps. (Hyung line)

An Ateez reaction to getting into an embarrassing/awkward situation while intimate

Genre: fluff, smut (nothing too explicit, though)

Word count: 6 401

Warnings: mature themes (obviously), embarrassing moments and just awkwardness in general, lol

Dynamics: mostly sub!ateez-leaning or with no dynamics, except for mild dom!Seonghwa

A/N: So, this whole idea randomly came to me when I was reading @blu-joons​​‘s fic about Ateez getting a massage (which is why Yeosang’s scenario is kinda similar to theirs in the beginning, hope that’s okay!!) and my mind just kind of went on from there, haha. I’ve always loved reading fics about the more awkward/funny/weird parts of sex, so I’ve decided to write my own as well ♥ Hope you enjoy!

A/N 2: I’ve just posted the maknae version of this fic as well! You can find it here.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong is a busy man.

In fact, he can get so busy with his work that you barely even see him during the entire week

You knew what you were getting into, though

After all, he’d made sure to tell you about twenty times when you first began dating

You obviously decided to step up to the challenge nonetheless, knowing full well that it wouldn’t stop you from wanting to date him in any way

And while that still held true for both you and Hongjoong, it definitely did get pretty lonely at times, especially during the past few weeks

Your boyfriend was working on a huge song project this month, meaning he barely even had the time to care for himself, let alone to properly indulge in you as his partner

You didn’t seem to mind, however, cheering him on from afar and bringing him food to the studio whenever you had the time

And even when you didn’t, you still made sure to let him know you were thinking of him through the occasional texts you’d send him

And while it didn’t really seem like much to you, to Hongjoong, your love and care were an absolute lifesaver

Whenever he was having a hard time or finally decided to take a short break from working, he always made sure to check his phone first and foremost, looking forward to everything that had accumulated in your private chat by then

It didn’t matter whether it was a cute message of encouragement or a random meme you’d stumbled across

To Hongjoong, it was the closest feeling of home he would probably be able to afford that day, if not that week

But as encouraging and heart-warming as your gestures were, after a while, he couldn’t help but feel guilty

Guilty for being away for so long, for not giving you nearly as much attention as you gave him and rightfully deserved, and just for everything in general

So, when he was finally done with everything and had a few-day break after what seemed like forever, he was rushing home to you, ready to make it up to you in any way he could

Luckily for him, you were already home when he got there, relaxing on the couch after a long day with the whole weekend ahead of you

He didn’t get to see you like that, however, as by the time he closed the door behind him, you were already rushing to the entrance yourself, thrilled to finally see your boyfriend home again

“Hongjoong!” You called out excitedly as you ran to him, jumping into his arms when he turned around at your voice

Barely managing to catch you in time, Hongjoong let out a small grunt, which was quickly followed by a chuckle as you snuggled impossibly tight into him

“Hi, baby,” he muttered into your hair, giving the crown of your head a small kiss as he held you in his arms

Sooner or later, though, you had to pull yourself away from him, letting him take off his hat and jacket properly

Your affection didn’t cease one bit, however, as you then proceeded to follow him all around your apartment, giving him little hugs and kisses as he did his usual routine after returning home from work

At last, the two of you found yourself in the bedroom, with you sitting on the bed while Hongjoong went on to change into something more comfortable

One would think he’d be a bit more apprehensive or shy about you watching him change, but, honestly, after being together for so long, there really weren’t any more secrets between the two of you

With a small, tired sigh, Hongjoong finally managed to take off his hoodie, only to realize he still had another layer of clothing underneath to take off

He let out a dissatisfied whine at the realization, making you chuckle as you watched the whole thing unfold before you

“Hold on babe,” you suddenly spoke, making him stop in his tracks as you got up and walked over to him, “let me help you.”

Any other time, Hongjoong would have probably rejected your help, fully capable of taking off his own clothes, thank you very much

But right now, after countless hours of stiffly sitting at his computer, it felt as if his arms had turned into stone, tired and sore whenever he raised them up too high

So, with a soft “thank you”, he let you grab the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head carefully before tossing it into the hamper

“Want me to take off your pants too?” You asked him, not realizing how your question sounded until you saw the blush spreading across Hongjoong’s face

“I, uh, s-sure,” he managed to stutter out, feeling his entire face heat up at the sudden glint in your eyes when he said that

Without wasting a single second, you dropped to your knees, hands swiftly unbuckling the belt of his pants before pulling them down fully

Hongjoong let out an embarrassed sound at your actions, the visual of you like this being too much for him in that moment

He hadn’t seen you properly in so long, so to see you like this all of a sudden? He was positively melting

You definitely knew what you were doing, that much was obvious

From the increasing handsiness to the playful spark in your eye and your teasing smile, which only seemed to widen when you noticed the growing bulge in his pants, Hongjoong could tell that there was only one thing on your mind right now

Getting back up, you moved closer to him, giving him a sly smile as one of your hands wrapped around his waist, the other pulling his own hand up to do the same to you, effectively pressing the two of you together

“Y/N...” Hongjoong said in a mere whisper, only now realizing just how much he’d been missing your touch

“You wanna take this further?” You asked softly, eyeing him up and down as you spoke, “if you aren’t too tired, that is.”

Hongjoong grinned shyly at your words, heart fluttering at the care in your voice and actions

Gently cradling your cheek in his free hand, he brought you into a sweet, chaste kiss

“I’m never too tired for you.”

Well-

It would soon turn out that maybe, just maybe, possibly,

Hongjoong can sometimes be too tired to give you the attention you both craved

You were lying under him, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping at his back, pulling him into a deep kiss as he thrusted into you

And although Hongjoong was loving every second of his current situation, after a few minutes, he could quickly feel the stiffness and fatigue from his work creeping up on him again

He tried to accommodate to each of your commands, going at whatever pace you desired

But as time went on, the tension in his thighs started to hurt, until it eventually became too much to keep up properly

He could feel his arms starting to give out as well, making it even harder for him to hold his balance above you

So, when you moaned out another “faster” to him, Hongjoong stilled instead, dropping his head to your chest as he caught his breath

“Joongie...?” You softly called out to him, watching your boyfriend’s hunched-over form with a worried frown

You moved your hand up to fix his sweaty, messy hair before lightly grabbing his face to make him look at you, “you okay?”

Hongjoong let out a small, sheepish chuckle at the question and sluggishly sat back up again

“Of course, don’t worry,” he began, letting one of his fingers trace shapes against your thigh absentmindedly, “there’s just this...slight issue.”

You raised your eyebrows at that, trying to suppress any nervousness rising within you at the cryptic comment

“Which is...?” You questioned, trying to get him to elaborate

“Which is that I might actually be too tired in the end like you said,” Hongjoong admitted with a chuckle, though you could tell he was embarrassed by the blush spreading all the way down his neck, “sorry.”

You let out a chuckle of your own at his words, finding his flustered expression utterly adorable, “okay, and?”

"Huh? Well, uh, that’s it,” Hongjoong replied, confused by your question

Moving to sit up as well (or at least as much as you could, given your current position), you gave Hongjoong a small, understanding smile

“Then what are you apologizing for, baby? It’s okay. You’ve been working so hard lately I was surprised you were even still up to do it tonight.”

Hongjoong smiled bashfully at your words, once again being reminded of how foolish he was to feel embarrassed about this with you

Taking his shy silence as your cue to continue, you spoke again: “Do you want me to get on top then?”

Moving off of you, Hongjoong nodded sheepishly, “if you’d be so kind.”

You laughed at his awkwardly formal words of appreciation, sitting up to move into his lap, “why are you so polite all of a sudden? You’re acting like this is the first time I’ve been on top.”

Hongjoong’s blush seemed to get even deeper at that, one of his hands coming up to hide his red face

“I don’t know, okay? I guess I just wanted to treat you after being gone for so long, but it turns out I can’t even do that now,” he whined, the pout on his lips audible even with his face covered

Your eyebrows furrowed at his self-deprecation, gently pulling his hand away from his face to look at him sternly

“Hey now, don’t say that,” you chastised him, making his own expression soften, “I’m not the only one here who needs love and care, am I now?”

Hongjoong conceded with a small shake of his head, casting his eyes down

“Exactly. There’s no need to push yourself when I’m perfectly fine and happy to take care of you instead. Got it?”

Hongjoong smiled softly at your words, moving his hands to interlace them with yours, “got it.”

Leaning down, you pressed a loving kiss to his lips before straightening back up with a warm smile, “good.”

“And now, let’s show my boyfriend how it’s done, hm?”

Seonghwa

“Ah,” you whined, feeling your thighs tremble for the nth time, “Seonghwa-”

Seonghwa just grinned, meeting your eyes as he looked up at you from between your legs, gripping your thighs even tighter to hold them in place

You’d had a long day today, coming home from work absolutely exhausted

Which didn’t exactly match the energy of your boyfriend, who was elated after an unusually fun and smooth day

He’d hoped to celebrate it with you, but upon seeing how tired you were, he knew that a nice, peaceful evening would suit you a lot better

And so he did everything he could to make you relax, focusing on you and you only for the rest of the night

From cooking your favorite dish for dinner and letting you vent about everything that had happened to you today, to giving you an amazing massage on the couch, to then gently scooping you up into his arms and bringing you into your bedroom to let you relax in a slightly different way

Which is how you ended up like this - lying in the middle of your bed with your bottom half completely naked, legs spread just enough to allow Seonghwa between them while he ate you out like a man starved

You could tell how hard he was trying to make you come, doing everything perfectly to a T, just as you’d taught him over the course of your relationship

So, to say you were feeling incredible would be a big understatement

You could practically feel all of the stress within you melting away with each movement of his tongue, letting you forget all the bad events from today

And it’s not like you were trying to hide your pleasure either, if the way you tugged at his hair while his name breathlessly fell from your lips was anything to go by

But as the minutes passed by and you were still teetering right before the edge of your orgasm, you knew it wasn’t enough for you

Or, rather, that there wasn’t anything for you to get past that edge right now

Because normally, if Seonghwa pulled on you what he was just doing, you’d be coming within a few minutes without a miss

But now, as the imaginary timer neared 20 minutes and you were still stuck in that same spot, you knew you’d have to call it a day

Unfortunately for you, it seemed as though Seonghwa misunderstood you, brushing your whines of his name off as just another sign you were feeling good (all thanks to him, of course)

And so, you had to try again, being a bit more pointed with your voice this time

“Seonghwa, please,” you spoke again, using the fingers tangled in his hair to gently tug him away from you

“Yes, honey?” He asked in a sweet, teasing voice, panting as he finally parted from your core after what felt like ages

“I, um, I think we should...” you trailed off, unsure of how to phrase your troubles without hurting your boyfriend

“Yes? What is it?” Seonghwa spurred you on, giving you a genuine, warm smile this time

“Ah, it’s- it’s nothing, really,” you began again, trying your best to focus as his thumbs softly brushed the insides of your thighs, “I was just thinking that, maybe, we should stop for tonight?”

The second you finished your sentence, you could see the smile on Seonghwa’s face drop, replaced by a look of concern instead

“What? Why?” He asked in a quiet, confused voice, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at you, “did I do something wrong?”

You panicked at the sudden sadness in his voice, seeing you’d managed to do exactly what you were trying to avoid doing - hurting the man’s feelings

“No!” You blurted out, getting up on your elbows to face him better, “no, you did nothing wrong, not at all, just- come here.”

You beckoned him over to you, to which he quickly obliged, crawling from between your legs to lay down by your side

You turned onto your side as well to face him again, noticing the small, hopeful sparkle in his eyes as he watched you nervously

Unable to stop yourself, you leaned in to steal a short, chaste kiss, catching him off-guard just enough to distract him from his worries before pulling away

“You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?” You repeated your words from before, reaching out with your hand to caress his cheek, brushing the skin with your thumb affectionately

“If anything, you were really good, actually,” you uttered, feeling your face warm at the admission, especially when you noticed the small smile on Seonghwa’s lips as a reaction

“It’s just that I don’t...I don’t think I can, well, come, tonight,” you finished, finally expressing what you were feeling properly

Seonghwa let out a quiet hum at that, letting the information settle in his head as a small, adorable pout subconsciously settled on his lips

“I see...” he began, before meeting your gaze once more, “but why do you think that is? Is it because you’re so tired from work or...?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you agreed, mirroring the pout on his lips without realizing, “I just feel like the stress is preventing me from being able to let go completely, you know?”

Seonghwa hummed in understanding, finally comforted enough to reach out and rest his hand on you as well, bringing you closer to him

“Oh well, if eating my girlfriend out isn’t going to help her destress, is there anything else I can do to make her relax?” He suddenly asked, giving you a confident smirk

Your mouth opened in shock, surprised by his sudden bluntness, “okay, first of all, how crude of you to say that,” you retorted sharply, lightly shoving him away in faux annoyance

He just chuckled, amused by your reaction as he let you continue

“But yes, there is something,” you admitted, watching as he perked up at your words

“And what would that be?” He urged on, looking at you expectantly

“Well, it’s not exactly as exciting as ‘eating your girlfriend out’“, you explained in false dejection, looking apologetically at Seonghwa, whose turn it was to blush now, not expecting you to use the same choice of words against him so suddenly

“B-but?” He asked, noting the glint of mischief in your eyes as you silently got your petty revenge on him

“But do you think we could take a shower together?” You requested, giving him your best puppy eyes, “I’m just feeling way too tired and cuddly right now to do it alone.”

Seonghwa just smiled at that, finding your wish utterly adorable

Reaching forward again to grab your waist, he gently pulled you on top of him

“Of course we can,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before sitting up, still cradling you in his arms

Carefully, he moved to stand up from the bed, holding you comfortably as he began walking over to the bathroom

“Just let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Yunho

It was quite late already, the clock on Yunho’s nightstand nearing 9 PM

Glancing over at it, he quietly sighed to himself, turning another page of the book he was currently reading

Today was one of the few rare days when you would come home a lot later than him, switching the usual dynamic you two had going on

At first, he didn’t see it as a big deal, killing time by playing games, watching TV, cooking, eating, you name it

But as the hours dragged on, he was steadily growing more and more lonely, longing for your voice, touch, and just company in general

At last, he had found himself in your shared bedroom, picking up a random book to read through out of sheer boredom

It felt as though nothing interested him anymore, not when you weren’t there to join him and hang out together

Zoning out and looking away from the pages before him, he suddenly began wondering just how the hell you managed to do this every time he was the one to come home late like this

The thoughts of you moping about just like him every time you were alone in your apartment for too long made a small pout appear on his face, suddenly getting too sappy and emotional for his liking

Luckily for him, before he could get any softer, the door to your bedroom suddenly opened, revealing your tired, yet oddly happy form

Yunho’s eyes widened in surprise, having been too distracted by his own thoughts to hear the front door opening and closing

He immediately sat up in his spot, not even bothering to mark where he’d left off in the book before setting it aside with a bright, adoring smile

“Hi!” He greeted you warmly, watching you approach the bed with a playful grin

“Hey there, honey,” you replied, pulling the thick sweater you were wearing over your head as you walked over to him, “how have you been?”

“Oh, I was so bored without you, you wouldn’t believe it,” he sighed out a small chuckle, the happy smile never leaving his face as he spoke

“Is that so?” You questioned absentmindedly, too focused on undoing your pants to pay him your full attention

Yunho began shuffling over to the side, wanting to get up to welcome you properly, but you quickly stopped him with a hand on his chest, making him look up at you in confusion

“Now, now,” you chided softly, looking down at your boyfriend with eager, lidded eyes, “no need to get up just yet. There’s something I want us to do first.”

Finally noticing the sultry tone of your voice and the way your eyes roamed all over his body, Yunho took the hint, a small blush rising to his cheeks

“N-now? Are you sure?” He inquired surprisedly, though not stopping you from pushing him down on the bed, watching as you quickly discarded your pants before straddling him on the bed

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, letting your hands wander all over his broad chest while looking up to gauge his reaction, “been thinking about doing this all day, actually.”

The sudden brazen confession took Yunho off-guard, the blush on his face deepening as he felt his own pants tighten

You let one of your hands slip under his clothes, fingers splaying across his stomach as the other hand gently grabbed at his hair, making Yunho whine

“What do you say, hm? Wanna make up for all that time apart today?”

You never got a proper reply to your question, as the next thing you knew was Yunho planting his lips on yours, feverishly kissing you as he held you close

Sooner or later, the two of you moved to the middle of the bed, giving you all the necessary space to continue

Yunho had made no attempt to take over, enjoying the view of you on top of him far too much to put up any fight

It’s not like you minded either - very much the opposite, in fact, as you watched your boyfriend gradually lose himself to the pleasure, resting an arm over his eyes as he panted loudly

You were starting to get out of breath yourself, but for an entirely different reason;

As much as you loved being on top like this, the position proved to be far too much to do for someone who had just come back from a grueling day of tireless work

And so, after a few more minutes, you slowly came to a halt, hands resting on Yunho’s chest as you tried to catch your breath

Pulling his arm away, Yunho looked at you confusedly at first, before an amused grin made its way onto his lips

“Tired?” He asked, and though there was a teasing edge to his tone, you knew he was just being playful and caring

“Yeah,” you sighed, a small smile of your own gracing your lips at the way his eyes sparkled when he looked up at you

“Want me to help?” He continued, to which you only let out a tired, agreeing hum

Without any further ado, Yunho shifted his legs on the bed to get more leverage, grabbing your hips carefully but firmly before starting to move for you from below

The sudden change of pace and angle made you whine loudly, propping your hands next to Yunho on the mattress to support yourself

Closing your eyes, you slouched over Yunho, mind empty as he lightly jostled you on top of him with his thrusts

You were positively blanking out at this point, only able to focus on the almost delirium-inducing pleasure coursing through you

Slowly but surely, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer, and judging by the way Yunho’s thrusts became even more erratic, so was he

“Yunho, I’m-” you tried to speak up, only to interrupt yourself with a wanton moan as he managed to angle himself just right

The reaction from you made him smirk, the grip on your hips tightening as he tried to squeeze out the last bits of energy left to make you get over that imaginary edge

“It’s okay, babe, I’m about to- OW!”

The sudden cry made you instantly open your eyes, startling you out of your daze completely

You watched the pained expression on Yunho’s face, feeling confused and panicked at the same time

“A-are you okay?! What happened?” You asked worriedly, unsure whether you should get off him or not

"Ah, fuck, holy shit,” he hissed, sitting up as much as he could with you still on his lap, one hand staying on your waist to keep you stable while the other reached somewhere behind you

“What? What is it?” You questioned again, lightly resting your hands on his back to stabilize yourself, but not too hard in fear of potentially hurting him more

“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho began, pausing momentarily as his face scrunched up again in discomfort, “but I have the craziest leg cramp right now.”

It took you a second to process his words before you turned to look behind you, and sure enough, his hand was holding onto his calf, and you could see the muscle in his leg tensing

“Oh- oh!” You exclaimed, everything finally setting in, “I’m so sorry, let me get off-”

But before you could try to move, the hand on your waist rose up to your shoulder, gently pressing down to stop you from getting up

“No, no, it’s okay!” Yunho reassured you firmly, letting his forehead rest in the crook of your neck, “just- just wait a bit, it’s starting to go away now.”

You wordlessly obeyed, leaving the two of you to awkwardly sit on top of each other as Yunho tried to catch his breath

After a few moments, he finally pulled away with a deep breath, letting himself fall back down on the bed

“You good?” You asked, the concern in your voice making Yunho’s heart flutter

“Yeah,” he sighed, though you could still see the cogs in his head turning as he tried to process everything, “yeah, I am. Sorry about that.”

You chuckled at his apologetic words, making him look up at you curiously

“What are you apologizing for? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you consoled him tenderly, idly drawing invisible shapes on his chest with your finger as you spoke: “you were just being a good boyfriend and fucking your girlfriend into the next week like she’d asked you to.”

Yunho let out a heartfelt chuckle at your words, a precious, cheeky smile spreading over his lips, “yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You were about to say something, but then a surprised yelp left your lips as you were suddenly being flipped around, Yunho now hovering over you with that giddy, playful look in his eyes that you adored so much as he spoke:

“And I’m about to do it again.”

Yeosang

You heard the front door open and close, followed by a series of heavy footsteps and panting echoing down the hallway

Turning your head away from the TV, you watched as Yeosang made his way over to you, barely keeping himself upright with the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder

Quickly springing to your feet, you ran over to him, helping him take the big bag off his sweat-drenched shoulders

“Hun, are you okay?” You asked worriedly, cringing at the loud thud of the dumbbells inside the bag hitting the ground

There was a moment of silence as Yeosang desperately tried to catch his breath, holding a hand up weakly as a signal for you to wait a bit

“Leg day at the gym-” he paused again, taking another big breath before continuing, “almost missed the bus, then the elevator didn’t work and-”

“Baby, slow down,” you stopped him, letting out a small chuckle, “it’s okay, just take your time to calm down and then you can tell me everything, alright?”

Yeosang gave you a tired, dazed look, taking a while to process your words before finally resorting to a small, compliant nod

“Good,” you said, relieved to see your boyfriend’s breathing finally starting to even out, “now, is there anything I can do to help you?”

Yeosang shook his head at that, waving his hand dismissively before speaking again, “no thanks, ’m just-” another exhausted sigh left his lips, ”tired, sweaty, gross-” huffing again, he decided to just put it simply, not having enough energy to elaborate: ”shower.”

You giggled at that, amused by your boyfriend’s spastic thought processes, making Yeosang’s lips curve into a small smile as well

“Alright then, off you go,” you replied, giving Yeosang a light pat on the back to get him moving

And even though he did get going, you didn’t fail to notice how he tensed at your touch, face scrunching up softly in discomfort

You didn’t say anything, however, deciding to just let him go for now and deal with it later once he came back

Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait too long before the bathroom door opened again, revealing a tired, but seemingly content Yeosang

You watched (or stared, rather) as he stood in the doorway, swiftly tying a towel around his hips which left little to nothing to the imagination

Almost as if feeling your gaze on him, his eyes flitted up as well, meeting yours with a small, unassuming smile

He then made his way over to you on the couch, carefully sitting down next to you before looking at the TV curiously

“What are you watching?” He asked softly, resting his still slightly damp hair on your shoulder

You couldn’t help but chuckle, amazed at how innocent your boyfriend could get sometimes

Did he really not realize what he was doing to you by all this?

“Well, I was watching a Netflix show, but not anymore, damn,” you replied brazenly, not even bothering to hide the interest in your eyes as you ogled his exposed body

Yeosang lifted his head up from your shoulder, turning to you with a confused look on his face

Until he saw the way you were staring at him, that is

“Y-Y/N,” he stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up at the sudden feeling of exposure, hands fumbling in his lap

It was then that your gaze fell to his sculpted back, however, reminding you of your previous plans

“Oh, right! I almost forgot,” you suddenly exclaimed, standing up from the couch before lending your hand to Yeosang, “come with me.”

“Um, may I ask why?” He asked back, even more confused, but accepting your hand nevertheless

You helped him stand up, taking note of another wince washing over your boyfriend’s face before being quickly suppressed again, just like the last one

“You, sir,” you began, giving him a playful grin as you began leading him down the hallway, “are coming to the bedroom with me.”

Walking in the front, you didn’t get to see his reaction, and yet the surprised hitch of his breath told you more than enough

Without another word, Yeosang let you pull him into the bedroom, his free hand holding onto the slowly loosening towel

“Alright, lie down on your stomach for me,” you commanded, gesturing to the bed

Only then did Yeosang pause, giving you a puzzled look: “Wait, on my stomach? But...why? What exactly are you going to do to me?”

You only chuckled at the question, paying it no mind as you spoke again: “You’ll see soon enough. Now lie down for me, will you?”

Understanding he didn’t have much of a say in this, Yeosang sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time today (though this one was more out of being flustered than exhaustion), finally giving in and laying down the way you wanted

You watched on with a triumphant smile, waiting for him to get comfortable before climbing on the bed to straddle his hips

“Y/N, seriously, what are you-” Yeosang began once more, only to be cut off by his own groan as your hands started massaging his shoulders

You just giggled at his reaction, content with the effect your skilled fingers had on him

“What did you think I was gonna do to you, huh?” You teased, “look at you, jumping right to the dirty thoughts.”

Yeosang could only moan in reply, feeling the knots in his upper back slowly beginning to relax

“Ah- shut up. You’re lucky you’re so good at this, I don’t even have the energy to get mad at you right now,” Yeosang grumbled, words getting partially muffled by the pillow under his face

“Hm, you’re right,” you hummed in agreement, “and to think I’m giving you this incredible massage for free? That’s almost criminal, you know.”

Despite having his face buried in the pillows, you could still hear Yeosang’s faint chuckle, accompanied by a slight shake of his shoulders

“Is that so?” He asked, finally gathering the strength and willpower to lift his head up from the bed to speak more clearly, “is there a way I could repay you for such a generous service, then?”

You couldn’t help but smirk at the suggestive question, halting your massage in order to lean down, pressing your chest flush to his back as you spoke

“I think I have an idea, actually,” you said in a sultry whisper, making a shiver run down Yeosang’s spine

“A-ah, is that so?” He replied, though his voice was noticeably less stable than before, “and what, uh, what would that be?”

You grinned at the response, thinking he was getting weak for you already

Which, to Yeosang’s defense, he absolutely was, feeling his mind spin at the sudden seductiveness in your voice

It’s just that there was another thing making him nervous as well, maybe even more than the sudden shift in atmosphere

This thing, uh, how should he put it

He wasn’t getting hard

Like, at all

Even as your nails slowly raked down the expanse of his back, lightly scratching at his sides just the way that gave him goosebumps every time, his dick was just refusing to perform

He could feel the waves of anxiety washing over him, both from the confusion of what and how and why this was happening

As well as the horrifying realization that you were definitely going to notice he wasn’t hard whatsoever and what if you’re going to think he doesn’t find you attractive or doesn’t want to have sex with you and-

“Yeosang?”

The sudden, concerned call of his name caught him off-guard, effectively bringing him out of his quickly spiraling mind and making him turn around to look at you

“Y-yeah?” He asked back, failing to keep his composure in front of you, which only served to worry you further

“I just asked you to turn over for me but you weren’t responding,” you repeated, patting his hips gently, “are you okay?”

Silence filled the room as Yeosang stilled, unsure of what to say

“Hun?” You spoke again after a while, growing increasingly worried, “you know you can tell me anything, right? I won’t judge you or get mad, I promise.”

Yeosang only whined at your words, dropping his face back down into the pillows in a strange mix of guilt and frustration

You were about to say something again when you suddenly heard a quiet, muffled voice mumble something you couldn’t quite decipher

“Hm? What was that?” You asked again, getting off your boyfriend and sitting down next to him to hear him better, “I couldn’t hear you, sorry.”

“I said I can’t get hard,” Yeosang replied, a bit louder this time, face burning with humiliation

“Oh.”

The room fell silent once more as you processed the information, unknowingly making Yeosang’s stomach churn even more from the embarrassment of the situation

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes at that moment, honestly feeling like he was going to burst into tears if you didn’t say anything very soon

But, of course, you did

“It’s okay,” you suddenly spoke, voice surprisingly calm in contrast with Yeosang’s anxious expectations

Finally mustering up the courage to face you again, he lifted his head, looking at you hopefully, “really?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the hopeful twinkle in his eyes, finding him way too adorable considering the current situation

“Um, yeah? Of course it’s fine,” you assured him, raising a hand to card through his hair gently, “this kind of stuff happens sometimes, it’s no big deal.”

Yeosang couldn’t believe what he was hearing, genuinely taken aback by how calm and understanding you were being just now

But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense

"Yeah,” he conceded at last, “I guess you’re right.”

You chuckled at the look of absolute concentration on his face, ruffling his hair a bit

“Obviously,” you replied confidently, “you’ve had a stressful day today, Yeo. Not to mention how exhausted you were just an hour ago when you came back home. Honestly, it probably would have been more surprising if you did still get it up after all that.”

Yeosang whined quietly at the bold expression (much to your amusement), but nevertheless, he agreed with your reasoning

“So you don’t feel disappointed by it or anything?” He hesitantly checked one last time, wanting to make sure you genuinely weren’t feeling hurt

“Of course I don’t, bub,” you replied, leaning down to softly peck the cute birthmark on his temple that you’d always adored

“Besides, we can always try again later anyway,” you continued, offering him a warm smile, which he shyly returned as well

“Okay,” he replied quietly, feeling his eyelids growing heavier by the second, the stress and exhaustion of today finally beginning to catch up with him

Not missing the little faces of pain from before, you were definitely able to notice how drowsy Yeosang was getting now, words slowly beginning to slur more and more with each response

“Someone’s getting sleepy, huh?” You whispered with a grin, to which Yeosang could only nod weakly, feeling himself drifting off

“Alright then, let’s get you cozy, shall we?” You asked quietly, not even expecting a reply at this point from your half-asleep boyfriend

Sitting back up slowly, you carefully untied and removed the towel off Yeosang’s body, throwing it off the bed before draping the blankets over you both

As you lay back down, you noticed that Yeosang was still trying to stay awake, watching you with tired eyes and a small smile

“Goodnight,” he whispered, reaching over to hold your hand under the covers

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet gesture, leaning forward to kiss your boyfriend’s lips one more time

“Goodnight.”

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