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In a Good Way: Chapter 2 (Yunho Fic)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.1k

Playlist: In a Good Way - Faye Webster

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, cursing, mentions of alcohol (This story does not reflect who the members are in any way.)

Summary: Nice guys are not your type, too angelic, too holy, too boring until one of these nice guys gets under your skin. What you have been wanting has been in front of you this whole time, and if you don’t act quick, it might just miss you.

Note: Please read Chapter 1 if you haven't already! I will probably make at least one more chapter to end this. I hope you all enjoy this chapter <3 Feel free to comment your thoughts too, I’m interested to see what goes through your mind when reading this 🫣

You and Yunho reached Yeosang’s apartment, waiting awkwardly for one of you to knock first. Yunho took the initiative, being met with a confused Yeosang on the other end, “Yunho, hey. I didn’t know you were coming.” Yeosang looked at you, knowing how annoyed you usually get when Yunho joins your hangouts unannounced. But instead, you shrugged, “It’s fine. I can beat both of your asses at Mortal Kombat.” Yeosang smirked, letting you both in.

You thought it’d be harder to act normal, to submerge the small fire still burning within you, but the rest of the afternoon was business as usual; silly jabs at Yunho while you did infact beat his ass in Mortal Kombat. But your gaze on him lingered from time to time; the way his heart-shaped lips pouted from losing, his eyes sparkling when he laughed. You got snapped back into reality by your yawn. “I think I’m going to head out.” You got up, gathered your stuff, and saw Yunho spring up alongside you, “I’ll go with you.” You looked at him, eyebrow raised, noticing Yeosang staring at him too. Yunho chuckled nervously, “So you don’t walk alone.” You nodded, hoping Yeosang didn’t think too much into it. “See you guys later,” Yeosang shut the door behind you, both of you coming to face the doors of the elevator once again.

The door opened to an empty elevator car, and you peeked over at Yunho, who held his head down shyly the whole way down to the lobby, as if what happened in this elevator moments ago was too embarrassing to relive. The walk toward your apartment was filled with mostly silence at first, but moved to both of you complaining about how cold it was and how excited you both were for spring to come. “So, should we talk about it?” Yunho had hesitancy in his voice as he asked, peering over to you, but you were quite surprised that he was the first one to bring it up. You nodded, balling your fists nervously in your jacket, “Sure.” Yunho chuckled, “I don’t even know what to say.” You laughed, feeling comforted that he was just as nervous as you. “It’s wild what being stuck in an elevator will do to you,” You smirked, watching Yunho giggle into his hand. He glanced over at you, “Maybe we can blame it on the lack of oxygen?” You looked up at him, his adorable grin making your stomach flip, a new feeling he was provoking. “Do you want to come back to mine? For a drink?” You asked him boldly, watching his face turn to you with surprise. He stuttered before chuckling out a response, “Yeah.”

Yunho followed you into your building, halting behind you as you reached your door. “Give me like 5 minutes, wait here.” You smiled nervously, rushing in to pick everything off the floor, shoving it quickly into your closet, clearing off the kitchen counter, and lighting a candle to set the ambiance. You opened the door for Yunho, allowing him in. “Wine?” You pulled out some glasses from the cabinet and a cold wine bottle from the fridge. He nodded, sitting on the stool by the counter. You poured two hefty glasses, watching Yunho take a big sip of his, eyeing you. “How did you get so good at Mortal Kombat? You knew like every finishing move?” Yunho smirked, leaning in slightly against the counter. You scoffed, taking another sip of your glass, “I grew up with only two older brothers. They never let me play, of course, but I would watch them and try to memorize every combo, then I would play when they weren’t home. Years of experience, you can say.” You winked at Yunho, a hearty chuckle leaving his mouth. You realized how cute his laugh was, the way his shoulders bounced along with him while he covered his mouth to contain his huge grin.

“Knowing you grew up with only brothers makes me more scared of you, actually,” Yunho snickered, sipping his glass. “Why?” You asked, shoving him playfully, “I’m not that bad.” Yunho shook his head, “I’m joking, you’re not bad at all. You’re pretty cool.” You smiled, pouring more wine into both of your glasses, “So you don’t hate me, then?” Yunho raised his eyebrows as he grinned, “I never hated you. You hated me!” Yunho announced, taking a bigger gulp of his drink, trying to catch up with you. “I never hated you,” you shook your head at him. “Yeah, sure,” Yunho rolled his eyes. “It’s true. You’re just a little annoying,” you admitted, shrugging at him.

Yunho held onto his chest, like he just got shot, “Ouch.” You rolled your eyes back at him, “We’re just opposites, okay? There’s gonna be tension there. I like to live life on the edge, on my terms, taking risks, and you, well, you don't? You’re a good boy.” You patted at his head, giggling into your glass, finishing it up, and continuing to pour more. Yunho locked eyes with you, holding his gaze, making your cheeks flush instantly. “Who says I don’t take risks?” He asked, removing the glass from your hands and onto the counter, tugging you close to him. Your hips crashed between his legs, his hands wrapping around your waist. He looked fixedly at your lips, then back up to your eyes, “So if I kiss you right now, does that still make me a good boy?” He smirked, his eyes falling onto your lips again. “Well, if you have to ask that, then it pretty much does-”

Yunho’s lips crashed on yours before you could finish your sentence, squeezing your bodies closer with his arms as you cocooned yours around his neck. He kissed you slowly, pulling away for a few seconds, almost as if he was taking in the moment. His large hand cupped your face, kissing you deeply, his tongue sliding onto your bottom lip, entering your mouth to meet yours. Your hand shifted down from his neck to his chest, the kisses growing a little sloppier, pulling away a few times to catch his breath. The need for him was becoming bigger than you could have imagined; you could get lost in this moment with Yunho and not care about anything else, a thought you truly never imagined having. He drew away to look at you, a gleam on his face as he stared, his hand still cupping your face. You smiled at him, brushing off the bit of your lipstick on his upper lip, causing him to chuckle lightly. However, you weren’t ready to be done with him just yet. You took his hand from your face and yanked him off the chair toward the living room. You pushed Yunho back onto the couch, straddling him, the look of shock blending into interest.

You leaned in again, kissing him more aggressively as you bit down on his lip, tugging at it playfully. He moaned, wrapping his arms around you, completely engulfing you, the breathing between you becoming heavier than before. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking on your skin gently. You could tell he was trying not to be too rough, but you wanted to challenge him, “Harder.” The grip his mouth had on your neck ceased but quickly became tighter as his lips sucked onto your skin harshly, making you moan against his ear. You wouldn’t mind if he covered you in love bites if it meant his lips were all over you. Your fingers became entangled in his hair, his kisses stopping on your neck, repaying your lips again. His hand slid steadily under your shirt, his fingertips becoming hot against your skin. You pulled away from his lips for a moment to remove your shirt. His eyes gazed down at your chest as you continued to unhook your bra, your breasts gently spilling out.

You placed your hand against the back of his neck again, guiding him toward you, his mouth hovering over your nipple for a second before he wrapped his tongue around it, circling it. You shut your eyes, chewing down on your lip as he continued to encircle your nipple, sucking on it softly, a louder moan fleeing your lips. He moved on to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. The sensation of his soft mouth on you made you ache for more, goosebumps instantly covering your body. Your hand slipped under your skirt, straight to your panties, immediately feeling the dampness of them. You pressed your fingers over the front of your panties, brushing against your clit, whining a bit louder. Yunho removed his mouth from your breasts, watching you rub yourself with your fingers. You felt his hand move over yours, guiding your eyes down to meet his. “Can I?” He asked, pulling your skirt up out of the way, toward you. You nodded at him, following his hand as he brushed them down over your panties, slowly tugging them to the side.

He furrowed his eyebrows, biting down on his bottom lip as his fingers were met with your seeping slit, making you shutter with pleasure. His index finger circled your clit in an agonizing pace, causing you to squirm. Yunho smirked, picking up the speed a bit, leaning in to lick at your nipples, biting at the skin of your breast teasingly. You exhaled deeply, placing your hand on his shoulder to hold you up, your thighs twitching from the overwhelming satisfaction you were feeling. You felt the absence of Yunho’s fingers soon after, as he gripped your waist, sitting you on the couch now and kneeling in front of you. Good boy, is all you could think, his hungry gaze as his eyes trailed from your face down your body. He placed kisses up your leg, toward your inner thigh, but came to a pause. He looped his fingers at the waistband of your panties, tugging them off.

Yunho wrapped his hands under your legs, scooting you further down the couch, until your ass was almost leaning off of it. He grimaced, his hands grasping at your thighs as he spread your legs wider to make room for him. You observed with eagerness, with such a neediness for him that you couldn’t hold still. He swiped his tongue down your slit sluggishly to taunt you, catching you off guard as he sank his tongue in, mopping up your wetness. His eyes stayed on you as your own eyes shut, making every slurp, flick, and lather of his tongue sound and feel more intense, “Oh, fuck.” You bent your right leg closer to you, giving him more room, feeling yourself unravelling, like a bomb quickly ticking away. He hooked his hands under your legs again, but this time pulling them over his shoulders. His tongue sank deeper, moving faster as his lips circled your sensitive clit. The suction of his mouth sent tingling up your spine, feeling yourself unable to hold still any longer. You clutched at the couch from under you as he continued, slipping his middle finger into your hole as he continued to eat. You gasped loudly, your thighs pressing Yunho tighter in between your legs. His moan vibrated against your clit, making you throw your head back, trying to lift your body off the couch. Yunho’s hands held you down, his tongue gliding up and down your folds, sucking at your clit for a few seconds before sliding his tongue back down toward your entrance.

He dug his face deeper into you, his tongue slipping into your hole, his nose brushing against your clit, making you feel insane with pleasure. “Fuck, Yunho, please,” You moaned, biting down on your lip, your orgasm building at a rapid rate. Yunho snickered at your pleading, slipping two of his fingers into you, causing you to arch your back against the couch, your moans growing louder. The teasing was driving you up the wall, his fingers dug deep inside of you, curving upward, making you barely choke out, “I’m gonna-.” Yunho began lapping you up as he focused on your clit; his pretty, swollen lips sucking on it intensely, his fingers flicking at your gspot. Your hands clutched at Yunho’s hair, tugging at it as you could not detain your orgasm any longer, moaning out loudly. You shuddered, feeling your muscles spasm in every direction, finally letting go of his hair. He licked at your sensitive clit once more before moving back, his hands rubbing your thighs gently. You opened your eyes, a tear streaming down your face as you beamed at him. His adorable face covered in your doing, god, you wanted to keep him forever.

“You want some water?” He offered, still sitting on the floor as he watched you catch your breath. You pulled the blanket on the side of the couch over you, realizing you were the only one completely naked, your skirt bunched at your waist. You nodded at him, watching him walk over to your kitchen to pour some water from your filter. He returned to you with two cups, one for each of you, as he sat next to you. You threw the blanket over him, too, as he wrapped his arm around you to snuggle you closer. You leaned your head on his chest, taking a sip of your water, “Maybe you’re not as annoying as I thought.” Yunho laughed, nudging his face against yours, kissing your forehead. You both sat with each other silently, the sound of your breathing filling the quiet space. Yunho sighed, “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to head home. I have to be up so early for work.” He groaned, finishing the rest of the water in his cup, glancing over at you. You smiled up at him, gazing at the sparkle in his eyes that never seemed to go away, hating yourself for not noticing it before, “Yeah, that’s okay.” Yunho kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours for a second before drawing back. “I’ll see you later, okay? Get some rest.” You watched him from the couch, gathering his things, and waving you goodbye before shutting the door behind him. You sat there in quietude for a moment, taking more sips of your water, replaying everything that just happened in your head.

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As the weekdays came and work took up most of your time, your mind still couldn’t shake Yunho off, not that you wanted to anyway. Your texts with him started soon after he left that night, checking in on you, asking what you had to eat, filling you in on his day as you did the same to him throughout the week, but you were both undeniably busy at work, and you just wanted to see him. Your finger hovered over his text chat, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. You weren’t sure what was going on between you both, and you didn’t want to figure it out; you were just enjoying your time with him. “How do I go about this?” You tapped your fingers on your thigh. Hey, want to come over? No, no. That’s stupid. The phone began ringing in your hands, Yeosang.

“Hey Yeosang,” you held the phone up against your ear, hearing San’s voice immediately. “Y/N, what are you doing this weekend?” You took the phone from your ear, glancing at the caller ID again, “San, why don’t you call me from your phone?” He chuckled, hearing Yeosang in the background yell out, “His phone died, he’s been playing too much Love and Deepspace.” You couldn’t help but cackle at the sound of San shuffling to Yeosang and shoving him. “Stop telling people that! Anyway, I was thinking that since it’s a holiday this weekend, we can take a road trip up north, get a cabin. What do you think?” You shrugged, “Us staying in a cabin in the middle of the woods? That sounds like a horror movie waiting to happen.” San sighed on the other end, talking to Yeosang, “Looks like it might just be me, you, and Yunho.” Your eyes lit up at the sound of Yunho’s name, “Hold on, I didn’t say no. You know I’m down.” You heard San shout in joy, “Woo! Okay, meet at Yeosang’s tomorrow at 7 pm!”

A road trip with Yunho, the chances of anything happening are slim to none since San and Yeosang will be there, but at least you get to hang out with him. You clutched your phone against your chest, wiggling excitedly in your chair, quickly returning to work.

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Friday night came, and you were on your way to Yeosang’s place, your small luggage rolling behind you, although it was just a weekend trip, you were a verified overpacker. You pulled up to Yeosang’s apartment, being greeted by a hyped San, “Finally, you’re here. Let’s head out!” San moved past you, not even giving you a chance to come in, Yeosang following, and then Yunho. You looked up at him, his timid smile greeting you, “Hey.” You felt your face become hot, remembering how good he looked between your legs, “Hey Yunho.” He glanced down at your luggage, “Let me help you,” picking it up and following the guys to the car. You shook off the heat seeming to blaze through your body, trailing behind Yunho.

San offered to drive because it gave him the right to choose the music, but you didn’t mind. San’s playlists were always all over the place, but it was appreciated, and kept you on your toes when it went from hard electro to a ballad. You settled in the back seat, Yunho sitting next to you, while Yeosang argued upfront with San about sharing car DJ privileges. There was a space between you and Yunho on the seat that you wished you could fill. You reached for your blanket, deciding to take a little nap on the way there since work was rough and you didn’t manage to get any sleep the night before. Yunho peeked over at you, locking eyes with you as you cuddled up with your blanket. You smiled, mouthing out to him, “What?” He shook his head, covering his mouth to not laugh, mouthing back, “Cute.” You rolled your eyes playfully, shutting them as you drifted off to sleep.

The ride was only about 4 hours long. You woke up from your nap, shuffling in your seat, and looked over to see a sleeping Yunho, moving your blanket to cover him. Yeosang was also asleep, while San was singing along to his playlist, as he pulled up to the cabin a few minutes after. You put your shoes back on, tapping Yunho gently to wake him up. He woke up abruptly, his eyes barely open, and looked confused as ever at the blanket lying on him. San was already in the cabin, a sleepy Yeosang following, dragging his luggage with him. You headed toward the trunk, Yunho beating you to your luggage, “I got it.” You beamed shyly, leading him inside. The cabin was big enough for each of you to have your own room, a nice fireplace in the living room, with a huge couch in the center, and a large kitchen with windows reaching up to the ceiling. This was the most comfortable-looking place ever. You headed into one of the empty bedrooms, plopping on the bed, stopping yourself from immediately falling asleep. After everyone got settled in, the guys thought it’d be a smart choice to watch a scary movie about a killer hunting people in the woods. Everyone had too much pride to admit they were scared, and you all watched it with dread, hiding behind blankets, pillows, and shut eyes.

You finally got to unpack your clothes a few hours later, got washed up, and were about to tuck into bed when Yunho came in, knocking lightly on your door, “Hey.” You sat on your bed, eyeing him in his jogging pants and oversized t-shirt, his hair just a tad messy, cuddly Yunho. “Hi,” you smiled, “Going to sleep now?” He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Yeah, I just wanted to come and say goodnight.” You pursed your lips, biting the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to push him onto your bed. “Goodnight,” You muttered out, painfully watching him head back to his room. You fell back onto your bed, placing the pillow over your head, wanting to scream into it. It’s truly insane how a few weeks ago, the thought of Yunho annoyed the crap out of you but now here you were unable to mentally control yourself around him, thinking of his mouth on you every waking moment.

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The bed had to have been made out of clouds because you woke up feeling the most rejuvenated you’ve ever felt, you made a mental note to tell San to rate this a five out of five stars on the review. The sun peeked through the blinds of the window, you glanced over at your phone, 7 am. You snuggled into your sheets for more time, waking up just an hour later to music blasting from the kitchen; you already knew that was Yeosang’s doing. You yawned, pulling yourself out of bed, opening the door of your room, and seeing the boys eating breakfast at the kitchen table. “Good morning, sleeping beauty, come and get some food. We’re going on a hike!” San waved you over, setting up a plate for you. You sat next to Yeosang, sitting directly across from a barely open-eyed Yunho, who was fixing his messy hair as he smiled at you, “They woke me up with the music too.” You snickered quietly, glancing down at the most protein-based breakfast, courtesy of San.

You weren’t the most active person, nothing compared to San, but a nice walk in nature did seem relaxing, and that’s exactly what you could use to hopefully calm your mind. Since being around Yunho was not making you feel relaxed but maybe you could distract yourself for the time being. The breakfast table was silent, minus San, who went on about a trail he heard about and how excited he was to get a morning pump in since there wasn’t an actual gym in the cabin, something he reminded himself to mention in the review. You got ready quickly, glad you packed at least one pair of athletic leggings on this trip, even though they were used more for lying around, not actual athleticism. “Let’s go!” San yelled out from the front door, causing you to rush, shoving things quickly into your bag. You accidentally bumped into Yunho as you ran out of your bedroom, his hands wrapping around your waist to stabilize you, “Oh! You okay?” You smiled awkwardly, nodding, “Yeah, sorry.” You glanced down at his lips for a moment and then at his eyes, seeing that sparkle again.

“Hello?” Yeosang called out, staring at you both from the door. Yunho let go of you fast, clearing his throat, “Coming.” You brushed yourself off, following them out the door. The warm feeling of the sun on your face lifted your mood instantly, even though it was still a bit chilly. The trail San raved about was beautiful, the trees towering over you, the sounds of the streams of water and birds chirping, you were starting to understand nature lovers. San was leading the pack, followed by Yeosang, Yunho, then you, a few feet away. Yunho looked back at you, “How are you doing?” You grimaced, giving him a thumbs up, “Trying to keep up with you, daddy long legs.” You huffed, feeling like every step Yunho took was about three for you; again, you weren’t the most athletic person in this group. “Daddy?” Yunho spoke softly to avoid the other guys hearing, chuckling as you rolled your eyes at him, twitching at the imagery of calling him that in bed.

When you finally arrived at the end of the trail, San mentioned going down a different path that offered even more of a scenic route, but was a bit longer than the first. You could feel the sweat from your back dripping down at this point, even Yunho’s cheeks were red and flushed. Yeosang, who was San’s occasional gym partner, seemed perfectly fine and agreed with no hesitation. “Can we maybe take a little break first?” The group looked over at you as you perched yourself on a huge rock, wiping the sweat off your brow. “If you guys want, you can go ahead, I’m feeling a bit tired too.” Yunho explained to them, walking over to you, “We can just walk back to the cabin and meet you all back there?” Yunho, truly a savior right now, and you weren’t complaining this time. San shrugged, looking over at Yeosang, “Okay, cool, we’ll see you later then!” They waved you both off, heading down toward the pathway. Yunho extended his hand toward you, helping you back up.

The cabin wasn’t too far, making the walk back bearable even though you knew you were going to wake up feeling so sore tomorrow. You finally made it, “Thank god,” you muttered, following Yunho inside. You threw yourself on the carpeted floor, lying on your back, admiring the wooden details of the ceiling you didn’t notice before, feeling every part of your body begin to ache. Yunho chuckled, observing you from above, “You’re welcome.” You glanced over to him, sitting back up, “What? I didn’t say thank you?” He leaned against the kitchen counter, throwing his bag on the chair, “You didn’t have to. I had a feeling that second hiking trail would’ve ended you.” You smacked at his leg playfully from the floor, knowing he was right on this, “Well, thank you, I guess. How can I ever repay you?” You rolled your eyes, pleading with him jokingly. “A massage would be nice.” Yunho grabbed his shoulder, rubbing it, his brows furrowing at the fake pain he was displaying. “Maybe after a shower, I’m so sweaty,” You sighed, getting up from the floor. “You can shower first, then,” He nodded, grabbing his bag to head back to his room. You spoke before you could think, “Or.” He stopped in his tracks, looking back at you, waiting for you to continue. “Never mind,” You smiled, shifting awkwardly. Yunho raised his eyebrow, “Tell me.” You could already tell he wasn’t going to let this one go, there was no way out of this, “We could save water and shower together.” He laughed slightly, looking down at his feet and back up at you, his cheeks showing a hint of rosiness, “Never took you as an eco-conscious person.” Your nerves were swallowed up by your chuckles, your heart pounding in your chest, “We should all be, don’t you think?” Yunho smiled, grabbed your hand, and led you to the bathroom without saying a word.

You didn’t think your boldness would get you this far and now you were internally freaking out at the fact that you would both be showering, bumping up against each other fully naked. Yunho turned on the water, making sure it was warm enough for you; the shower was quite large, a huge shower head hanging from above. For a moment, you both stood there, looking at each other, recognizing you would need to strip out of your clothes. You continued on your bold streak, removing your shoes, socks, leggings, and your shirt. Yunho tried to look away as you undressed, causing you to giggle, “You do realize we’re both going to be naked in there.” Yunho covered his mouth, laughing nervously, “You’re right.” Now his eyes were on you, as you pulled off your sports bra, then lastly your underwear. You hopped into the shower quickly, wanting to feel the warm water on you, almost as if it were some sort of shield. You looked out to see Yunho undressing quickly and following behind you. You were both facing each other, the water cascading down on Yunho now, causing a laugh from both of you as you huddled closer together.

You reached for the shampoo, pouring some onto your hand and then Yunho’s, lathering your hair up. Both of your eyes were kept on each other, feeling too shy to glance anywhere else, even though Yunho had seen you naked, had his mouth all over you, you were still nervous because this felt different for some reason. You continued to wash the shampoo out of your hair, neither one of you saying anything, but you could tell he wanted to as his stare wavered, or maybe he wanted to do something else than talk. “What time do you think Yeosang and San will get here?” He finally broke the silence, reaching for the bar of soap. You looked over to see Yunho lathering the soap on his body, the bubbles trailing along his chest, gliding down his toned abdomen. “Hopefully not anytime soon,” you muttered out. “How about that massage then?” Yunho smirked, enjoying how your eyes followed his hands as he rubbed them across his body. You looked up at him, your heart thumping faster. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip, reaching up toward him, your hands falling on his shoulders. He smiled down at you, pulling you in closer, his hands wrapping around your waist, your nipples brushing against his chest, feeling them stiffen suddenly.

Your mouth dropped open slightly as you tried to focus on his shoulders, and not the pleasure you were getting from your nipples slipping along his skin. Your thumbs dug into his shoulder, the soap helping them glide easily. Yunho shut his eyes, his hands staying in place, but his fingers tapping against your back gently. You continued massaging him, tiptoeing to reach him a little better. Yunho tilted his head to the side, his eyes still shut and his brows furrowing as he took in the feeling of your hands on him. You inched closer, but fell onto him as your foot slipped from under you. He held onto you tightly to balance you back on your feet, his length brushing against you. He held his breath, staring down at you in his arms, both of your bodies seeming to shiver. Yunho inched his face nearer to yours, placing a kiss on your lips, his hands trailing up your back, holding the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss. You placed your hands at his side, your abdomen swiping against his growing cock.

The want for each other was growing as the kisses became messier, your wet bodies sliding against each other, the sound of the trickling water falling onto the floor becoming more consistent as you grabbed at one another. You dragged your hand down his side, stopping at the top of his thighs, your fingers dancing along his inner thigh. He pulled away from you, looking down at your hand as he chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes begging and just waiting for a touch from you. Your hand slid over his cock, the soap bubbling as you wrapped it around him, stroking it painfully slow. Yunho’s hand fell back onto your waist, gripping onto you as he watched you stroke him, a soft groan leaving his lips. Your fingers played with the tip of his cock, causing him to almost lose his footing a bit.

The water from the shower continued to run down his body; his long, built physique mirroring those beautiful sculpted fountains; every drop of water finding a home in the crevices and spaces of his body. You watched the soap completely fall off his length now, squatting slightly down in front of him, you held onto his leg to steady yourself. The tip of his cock meeting your lips, Yunho held completely still but his gaze was locked on you. He held on to your arm, his face falling into complete forfeiture as you slid him into your mouth. He couldn’t hold his moan in any longer, the sound echoing around the shower walls. His chest slowly heaving more as you swirled your tongue around him, sucking on him slowly, savoring every bit of him. Yunho threw his head back, moaning out again as you continued to press your tongue against his cock, your saliva dribbling around your mouth. Your tongue circled him, continuing to suck on him, his groans getting louder. Your center began to throb at the imagery of his cock inside of you. You pulled him out of your mouth, pushing his cock up toward his stomach, making your way toward his balls. He whined, his shoulder slumping down as you took one each, sucking on them, popping them out of your mouth like a lollipop. “Fuck,” He moaned softly, exhaling deeply as he continued to observe you, his cock twitching in your hand.

You returned to his length, pushing him back into your mouth, his hand quickly cupping your face, “You’re so pretty.” His gaze made your core pulsate, wanting more, needing him more than you’ve ever needed anyone. You forced him deeper in your mouth, quietly gagging around him as his tip bumped into the back of your throat, your saliva lubing his cock up, making it slippier than the soap. You tugged him out of your mouth, continuing to stroke him with your hand, now at a quicker pace. Yunho’s hands traveled down to you, pulling you up to meet him, his hand gently wrapped around your throat. He drew you in for a kiss. “You drive me crazy, do you know that?” You felt the muscles of your legs twitching, either from the hike earlier or from the mere hunger for him, remembering the feeling of his tongue on you. You grinned against his lips, wrapping your hand around his that was around your neck, his grip getting tighter as he kissed you.

“Hello! We’re back!” The kissing stopped, your hands fell off of each other quickly, both of you wide-eyed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “I’ll go, you stay,” Yunho assured you, grabbing a towel, his clothes, and slipping into his room, which thankfully was right next to the bathroom. You felt your heart pound rapidly in your chest as you tried to finish off your shower, hoping San and Yeosang did not see Yunho run out of here. Once you exited the bathroom, got dressed, and made your way to the living room, everything seemed normal. The guys brought their gaming system and were arguing over their game, including a freshly washed Yunho. You sat next to them on the couch, catching Yunho’s eyes, a sly smile on both of your faces. The hiking took a lot out of everyone, so you all agreed to cook up some frozen pizzas and have a relaxing game night, maybe watch some more movies. But San made sure to pack some bottles of alcohol.

“Okay, we’re playing Never Have I Ever with some shots!” San shouted, banging the cold tequila bottle on the coffee table, and four shot glasses followed. Everyone groaned at the sight of the bottle and San’s game option, “What happened to like Scrabble or Cards Against Humanity? Never Have I Ever? Really?” You sighed, staring up at San. San pointed over at Yeosang, “Someone forgot to pack the card games.” You shook your head at Yeosang as he shrugged, a huge, guilty smile on his face. “Tequila was the only option?” Yunho frowned, staring at the glistening bottle in front of him. You nudged him playfully, “Scared?” He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest, “Never.”

Yeosang poured everyone’s shot, rubbing his hands stealthily, thinking of the first Never Have I Ever. “Never have I ever kissed someone.” The whole group whined, “Yeosang, you just want us to drink.” You sighed, downing your tequila shot. Yeosang smirked, shuddering after his shot, “Whatever, there are no rules to this.” San was up next, “Never have I ever,” he paused, “Hmm, sent a dirty text to the wrong person.” San downed his drink, watching as no one else took theirs. You couldn’t help but cackle, San throwing a pillow at you, “You guys suck!” You poured another shot into everyone’s shot glass: “Never have I ever eaten a girl out.” You smirked, watching all of them take their shot but you. “Well, that wasn’t fair,” San rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle and pouring another shot for everyone. Yunho circled his shot glass on the table, “Hmm. Never have I ever showered with someone.” You hesitated to drink yours but joined once you realized everyone else was drinking too. “Kind of tame, Mr. Jeong.” Yeosang joked, taking his shot. “Says you, never have I ever kissed someone.” You mocked Yeosang, laughing at the glare he was shooting at you.

Another round went and came, and you were glad San agreed to pour half a shot instead of a full one. San and Yeosang’s faces were flushed, San lying on the floor, clinging to the pillow. The pizza could only help soak up so much of the liquor consumed, but you felt fine, you were experienced, and apparently so was Yunho. “Are you tipsy?” You asked him. He shook his head, taking another bite of his pizza, “Not really, you?” You shook your head in response, “Nope!” Before you knew it, Yeosang was asleep on the floor next to San, who was cuddling with the pillow. You peeked at the half-full tequila bottle. “When did they even drink this much? We were doing half shots?” Yunho tapped them lightly to wake them up, following behind them as he led their drunk asses to their rooms. You cleaned up the table, placing the glasses in the sink before returning to your room. You sat on your bed, hearing a small knock on your open door, Yunho. “Did you get them tucked in?” You joked. “I did. Now I’m here to tuck you in.” Yunho smiled, his hands in the pockets of his joggers. You bit down on your lip nervously, eyeing him, “Come here then.” He grimaced, slowly making his way to you. You stopped him before he got any closer. “Maybe we should lock the door?”

Yunho glanced back at the door, then at you, his hand nervously grasping at the side of his neck. He nodded, locking the door behind him quickly before making his way to you. You leaned back on your elbows against the bed, motioning for Yunho to come closer. He hovered over you, his hands on both your sides, holding himself up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him onto you, kissing him hungrily. He placed his arms behind you now, kissing you with so much intensity, making up for the time in between the shower and now. The whole night contained sneaky glances at each other, accidental touching, fingers inching toward each other, and you now knew it was all foreplay, leading to this moment.

You ran your fingers through his hair, your other hand caressing his face as you tugged at his bottom lip slowly. He groaned, pulling away from your lips, kissing down your jaw toward your neck. His soft lips tickling you slightly, but then a sting of his teeth nipping at your skin. You began to rock your hips up towards him, letting him know just how much you were aching for him at this point. He pushed his hips back toward you, your sweet spot throbbing from underneath your shorts as his stiffened length rubbed against you. You pulled at his hair with both of your hands, a smirk spreading across his face. “You’re so naughty for a church boy.” You chuckled as he rolled his eyes, “Shut up.” He dragged himself off of you, throwing his shirt off. You sat up, yanking off your shirt as well, grasping the waistband of your shorts. Yunho reached for your hand, stopping you, slipping the shorts off for you. You watched as his eyes glistened, staring straight at your black lace panties with the cutest pink bow in the middle, like a package waiting to be unwrapped. You made sure to pack at least a few cute pairs of panties, just in case.

His breath strangled as he eyed you in your bra and panties for a moment before you got up from the bed to push him back onto it. He stared in awe as you worked on him, pulling his joggers off. You glanced down at his stiff cock under his briefs, just waiting to greet you again. You bit down on your lip before looping your fingers into his briefs, pulling them off slowly, his cock springing out. You felt yourself ooze through your panties, Yunho watching in anticipation as you hovered over his cock. Time to finish what I started. You smirked, dragging your fingers down his shaft and back up to his tip, circling it softly. He twitched at your touch, his mouth falling open as he stayed silent, his eyes pinned to your mouth. You peeked at him as you wrapped your hand around his cock, pushing the tip into your mouth, sucking it gently. Yunho threw his head back, his hands gripping the sheets, choking out a moan. You pushed him deeper into your mouth, his hands slipping into your hair, gripping it lightly, “Fuck, baby.”

You continued then pulled his cock out of your mouth, your hand pumping him slowly as you watched him come undone. His breath grew heavy, his eyes following your every move. “Come here.” He moved forward, pulling you up toward him, onto his lap. You straddled him, his hands finding the clasps of your bra, pulling it off. He licked over his lips, moving his mouth toward your nipples, taking each one gradually. His tongue circled your sensitive bulbs, sucking it softly. You could feel yourself dripping down your leg at this point, your hands finding themselves in his hair now. You gasped as his thumb unexpectedly met your panties, his finger pressed on your clit. “Yunho.” You moaned, your hands moving down to his shoulders, holding onto them. “We can’t be too loud, baby.” He hushed you, tugging your panties to the side. He moved his lips back to your other nipple before slipping his thumb into your slit, circling at your sensitive spot. You felt yourself jerk forward, your hands wrapped around his neck now as you rocked against his thumb. Yunho smirked as he pulled his mouth away from your nipples to look up at you, his lips slightly swollen and pink, “Eager much?” You glanced down at him, rolling your eyes as you continued, getting lost in the pleasure.

He continued to circle his thumb around your clit, the pressure building within you as you struggled to hold in your moans. He slid his index and middle finger down your slit simultaneously, feeling him enter them into your wet core. You felt your thighs shake slightly, a moan escaping your lips. You leaned in, kissing Yunho again, your forehead leaning against his as he continued playing with you. You moved his hand away from your clit, wrapping his arms around your waist instead. You lowered yourself closer against his cock, stroking yourself on it. Yunho exhaled a moan, “Wait, I don’t, I don’t have protection. We can stop if you want,” he muttered out. You crouched closer to him, your face meeting his as you placed a kiss on his lips. “I need you so bad, Yunho, I don’t know if I can stop.” The sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit, the tension was coiling within you. Yunho gulped, trying to catch his breath, nodding at you, “I need you too.” You shifted your leg up slightly, holding his cock from under you, guiding the tip into your entrance. Yunho shut his eyes tightly, gripping your waist, not being able to help himself any longer, and plunging into you. You cried out, sitting still on him to adjust to his size, biting down on your lip to smother the loudness of your moan. “Fuck baby,” Yunho melted from beneath you, breathing heavily. The pet name made you grow even more slick for him as you began to move your hips gradually, feeling yourself stretch around him.

You bounced on him at a steady pace, the waves of pleasure rising through your body. Yunho brought his hands to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples playfully as you rocked against him slowly. You threw your head back, holding your hands over his tightly, leaning down, bringing one of his fingers up to your mouth. Your tongue circled his index finger, Yunho watching in admiration, his mouth agape. His eyes became the kind of intense you’ve only read about in books, growing dark like it fueled something in him. He gripped your waist, flipping you on your back now. His soaked finger returned to your clit, rubbing it as he slid his cock into you again. “Shit!” You hissed, the pleasure rising more intensely. Yunho, not breaking his pace, as your hands clutched at his back. He leaned in, planting kisses all over your face before meeting your lips. His tongue slid over your bottom lip, sucking on it lightly before trailing kisses down your neck, creating another mark on your skin. You whined in delight, your nipples rubbing against his skin as he pounded into you, his fingers not leaving your clit. You felt the intensity coming to a head now, feeling your thighs tighten around him, your hands clenching onto his arm as you tried to hold on longer.

He slid out completely, your core immediately feeling his absence as he plunged into you again, your moan ricocheting the space between you. Yunho did it again to tease you, loving the way he was making you sound, getting drunk off of your pleasure. Your nails dug into his back every time he plunged in deeper, any deeper, and you were about to break skin. He continued to thrust into you, nuzzling his lips into your neck, inhaling you. You gasped out another moan as he quickened his pace, feeling your orgasm about to spill over. “Baby,” You choked out, your body spasming under him.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.” You couldn’t even clown him for that as the pleasure continued to build, his hips and fingers moving swiftly. You threw your head back, feeling yourself climax, as if shockwaves ran through your body. You choked out a moan, exhaling deeply as you came back down from it, your clit instantly twitching with sensitivity. Yunho moved his hand away, holding you close as his pace slowed, but didn’t completely stop. You pushed his sweaty hair out of his forehead, his cock hitting you deeper with every thrust, “Be a good boy and cum for me.” You smirked, a smile appearing on his face as he picked up the pace again. Your walls clenched achingly as you wrapped your arms around him, his face against the crook of your neck again, kissing it messily. “Fuck.” He groaned as his thrust began to slow, finally coming to a complete stop, feeling your center enveloped with warmth. His breath hitched, slowly returning to normal, as he leaned back against the bed, pulling you close to him.

You cuddled into him, Yunho leaning in to kiss the top of your head, pulling the duvet over both of you. His hands trailed down your side, his cheek leaning against your head. Your hands stayed on his chest, drawing circles on his glistening skin as your legs ached even more than before. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” You admitted, glancing up at Yunho, a smirk on his face. “You can admit it now, I’m not annoying. You like me.” He nudged you gently, making you chuckle loudly before you smacked your mouth shut with your hand. “Well, now you’re annoying again.” You joked, quickly startled by the vibrations of your phone on the night table beside you. You reached across Yunho, hoping it wasn’t a tipsy San or Yeosang that might have heard everything that just happened. Yunho leaned his head back against the headboard, shutting his eyes as his fingers drummed against your hip. You smiled at his touch, the corners of your mouth falling as you read the name, Seonghwa, shining brightly on your screen.

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In a Good Way: Chapter 1 (Yunho Fic)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Playlist: In a Good Way - Faye Webster

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, cursing, mentions of alcohol (This story does not reflect who the members are in any way.)

Note: I originally was going to make this a one-shot, but I think this needs 2 chapters! I hope you enjoy this; it's one of my favorites so far 🤭

You scrolled aimlessly through your texts, just waiting for his notification. You groaned loudly, throwing your head back against your best friend’s couch. “What is it?” You felt the spot next to you dip, seeing a concerned Yeosang next to you, followed by a curious San on the other side. “It’s nothing, Hwa just hasn't texted me.” Groans from both sides of you erupted, “Y/N, we told you to leave him.” Yeosang sighed, his fingers massaging his temples. “You know you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” San shook his head, slapping his hand against your thigh. “Food is on the way, a nice hot meal will make you feel better! Yunho should be coming soon.” Your head snapped over to San, “Yunho? I thought it was just going to be us three.” Yeosang nudged you softly, “Be nice, Yunho is a cool guy.” You sighed, your head falling back against the couch again, “I’m sure he is.”

You had no issue with Yunho, quite the contrary, Yunho was among the nicest people you’ve met. Sure, you didn’t know him well; he was Yeosang’s friend, not yours. But the times you have spoken to Yunho, it felt like you couldn’t be your sarcastic, unhinged, natural self. He was too nice, too good for your crude jokes. “Wait!” San got up from the couch, pointing at Yeosang, then at you. “Yunho! He’d be perfect for you.” Yeosang looked over at you as he covered his mouth, “San is on to something.” You pulled yourself up from the couch, walking over to the bathroom, “Not going to happen.” You closed the door behind you, your phone clutched up to your chest. Maybe I should just call him.

Seonghwa, the guy you have been infatuated with for the past six months. You met him at the coffee shop by your apartment. He was the new barista behind the counter. You couldn’t help to make frequent coffee runs, having conversations with him while you picked up your caramel latte every morning. He beat you to it by finally asking for your number, texting you to hang out that same night. Let’s just say you both got acquainted really well that night, and you considered visiting your coffee shop twice a day. Seonghwa loved to hear all the crazy adventures you got up to with your friends, your recent trinket obsession, songs that reminded you of him, and he wanted to hear anything you had to say, minus conversations about defining the relationship between you two. He always followed with, “I’m just not ready right now,” or “I want to be the best version of myself for you.” San and Yeosang said they knew guys like him, aka a total fuck boy as San likes to announce everytime you vent about him. He wasn’t bad, most of the time. Sure, he made promises that he couldn’t keep and would ignore your texts or calls at times, but when you did see each other, it just felt right. And maybe you weren’t the relationship type? Maybe something casual like this was okay, too.

Ring. Ring. Ring. “Hwa-” The voicemail message played, making you hang up before the beep. It’s fair to say your last relationships or situationships were not the best either. You never had anything amazing to compare them to. Was there even such a thing as true love, loyalty, or genuine interest? Yeosang said it could be your taste in men, but you just liked what you liked, and it just ended up being men with commitment issues, but great in bed. You stormed out of the bathroom, bumping into a tall figure just outside the door. You glanced up to see a smiling Yunho looking down at you, “Hey, Y/N.” You half-smiled, walking around him, “Hey Yunho.” You made your way back over to the couch, slumping down next to Yeosang. “Pizza will make you feel better.” Yeosang handed over his plate to you, a delicious and hot pepperoni slice just waiting to make you happy. “Thanks.” You held onto the paper plate, watching as the rest of the guys grabbed their food before turning on the movie. This was a regular thing for you, Yeosang and San: movie nights. It was San’s turn to pick the movie, and just your luck, it was a romance drama. “San, am I going to cry?” San hushed you, nuzzling into the armchair next to you, his eyes focused on the TV. You glanced over at Yunho, sitting so proper on the other chair, neatly eating his pizza. You rolled your eyes, glancing down at your phone, still no text back from Hwa.

The movie ended, and San was holding onto the throw pillow, wiping his tears as the end credits appeared. You’d be lying if you said you paid attention the whole way through; most of the time was spent checking your phone. “Why would they not end it on a happy note? Why did you show us this?” Yeosang sighed, chucking a pillow at San. Yunho laughed, “I kind of like when that happens, sometimes happy endings don’t always happen, just like real life.” You wanted your happy ending with Hwa, was that too much to ask for? Your phone began to vibrate suddenly, Seonghwa’s name lighting up on the screen. “Oh, guys, I gotta go. See you later!” You snatched your purse, running out the door of Yeosang’s apartment, straight to the elevators.

“Seonghwa, hey.” You reached the lobby, walking out towards the exit. “Hey, sorry I didn’t text back. I was hanging with some friends, but maybe we can see each other later tonight?” You headed toward the train station, zipping up your jacket as the chilly night air hit you. “Sure, yeah, just let me know what time.”

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You waited up for Seonghwa until 2 am and knocked out, realizing that he wasn’t going to come over like he said. You peeked over at your phone, no notifications, just one from the group chat with San and Yeosang.

San: Get home safe!

Yeosang: Are you home now?

You squinted your eyes, the beaming rays of the sun filling your room. You rolled over on your stomach, texting the group chat back.

You: Sorry, guys, I came home and fell asleep. I’m alive and well.

You dropped your head back onto your pillow, happy that it was Saturday, but the heavy feeling in your chest was not leaving. You wondered why you let yourself be toyed with so much, you didn’t want to believe that Hwa was a fuck boy. When you’re together, it truly feels like there’s no one around but you and him. You can be yourself with him, talk about the most random shit, laugh until your stomach hurts and ride his face until you can’t feel your legs. It was perfect, but the multiple efforts of asking him what he thought about you both and what he wanted just left you feeling more empty and disappointed. He would say how much he wanted you and cared for you, then would ignore you for days, just to call you in the early hours of the morning to come over and rail you to sleep. It felt like a cycle of your highest highs and your lowest lows. You knew he would be working at the coffee shop today, and you needed a latte. You got dressed, heading out the doors, just a few blocks away from your favorite coffee shop. The shop had a live DJ on Saturdays, so it was busier than on other days. You headed toward the counter, not spotting Seonghwa anywhere around. “Morning! What can I get started for you?” The worker greeted you at the counter, “Just a medium caramel latte, please.” You glanced around the shop, focusing back on the worker to pay. Maybe he wasn’t working today; you made your way to the pickup area, waiting for your drink.

“Y/N?” You looked over to see Yunho, a baseball cap resting on his head, a very casual boyfriend aesthetic he had going on today, not a strand of hair out of place, not one wrinkle on his clothes. You waved at him, pursing your lips as he walked over, “You come here?” He nodded, “I do, usually on the weekends when I have time. I live right around the corner. What’s your go-to drink here?” You continued to scan the room behind Yunho, ��Caramel Latte, you?” Maybe he was starting late today? “Latte for Y/N!” You jumped a bit, walking over to the counter to grab your drink. You glanced up, taking a long sip, your eyes catching a familiar face. There he is. You were about to make your way to Hwa but stopped when you noticed him hovering over some other girl, playing with her hands, making her laugh obnoxiously loud. “What the fuck?” You said out loud, causing Yunho to turn his attention toward you.

You threw your sunglasses over your eyes, storming out of the coffee shop. The worst part of this all was that you knew Seonghwa would deny it. “Y/N!” Yunho followed after you, his pace picking up faster to catch up. “Are you okay?” You waved him off, “I don’t need saving, Yunho, I’m fine.” Yunho chuckled nervously, “I’m not trying to save you, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You stopped at an intersection, waiting for the pedestrian signal to mark, to walk. “I’m fine, Yunho, don’t worry about me and my mess. Go back to your perfect morning.” You sighed as you made your way across the street, leaving a confused Yunho behind.

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As soon as you got home, you slammed your coffee cup on the counter, abandoning it for the rest of the day. You got back into your bed, wrapping yourself in your bedding. You were tired of feeling like this, so fucking over it. Your phone vibrated, Yeosang. You ignored it, rolling over to the other side, shutting your eyes as if you could force yourself to fall asleep right now. The phone stopped vibrating, and a few messages followed. You reached for your phone, opening up your notifications.

Yeosang: Y/N?

Yeosang: Yunho told me you ran out of the coffee shop?

Yeosang: Did something happen with that Seonghwa guy?

Yeosang: Do me and San have to beat his ass?

You laughed at the image of them storming into the coffee shop to kick Seonghwa’s ass, the chuckles making the heaviness in your chest feel a little lighter. You knew if you didn’t respond to Yeosang, he would send San to your door since he was only a few buildings down from you.

You: Yeah, I’m okay. I’m going to end things with him.

You sent that last part without even thinking, like your subconscious wanted you to admit it, admit that he wasn’t good for you. You swiped over to Seonghwa’s message chat.

You: Come over today? I want to talk to you about something.

He responded quickly this time.

Hwa: Yeah, I’ll come over after my shift.

You read this message over and over, contemplating what you were going to say once he was in front of you. You paced your room, practicing, “I think it’s best if we just stop, whatever this is.” You stared at yourself in the mirror, nodding in approval. “Yeah, just straight to the point.” You sat at the edge of your bed, you’ve been doing this for the last few hours, and you finally made yourself hungry. You reached into the cupboard for some popcorn, a quick snack while you looked over the food delivery app to get some type of noodle dish. Your phone buzzed, a text from Hwa.

Hwa: On my way!

You rushed to fix your bed, pick up around your apartment, and get into more comfortable clothes than the jeans you were still in from earlier. After you placed your food order, Seonghwa knocked at your door. “Coming!” You shouted out excitedly, forgetting that you were about to end things with him. Your heart fell to your ass as the realizination hit you. You opened the door to a smiling Seonghwa who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the side of your neck and then your lips, “I missed you.” He spoke against your lips, slipping his hands under your shirt, “Seonghwa, I wanted to talk to you.” He pulled away slowly, sitting on your couch before pulling you onto his lap, “What’s up?”

“I went by the coffee shop today.” His eyes gleamed up at you as he ran his hand up and down your thigh, squeezing it playfully, “You did? You should’ve told me. I would have paid for your coffee.” You placed your hand over his to stop him from playing with your thigh, and he frowned, “Is everything okay?” You sighed, pulling yourself up from him, “I saw you with that girl Seonghwa.” You looked at him with defeat in your eyes, no energy to scream, shout, or plead for his apology like you used to do. “Babe, that’s just my new coworker. It’s not a big deal.” He patted his lap for you to sit back down, “You believe me, right?” You watched him, his big eyes beaming up at you as he pulled you back down on him. He placed a kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist.

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You knocked on Yeosang’s door, hearing his footsteps move closer, finally letting you in. “Hey! What are you up-” You looked over at Yunho, who was sitting on the couch, looking up from his phone to face you. “Oh, hey Yunho.” Yeosang shut the door behind you, “We were just chilling, thinking of catching some lunch in a bit if you want to come.” You shoved your hands in the pockets of your jacket, nodding to Yeosang, “Sure, I could go for some food.” You took a seat in the armchair, tapping along the armrest. “So?” Yeosang sat on the couch beside you. “Did you end things?” You noticed Yunho peeking up from his phone, looking at you before returning to his phone again. “The weather app said it was going to be sunny today.” You peered over at the window, trying not to look at Yeosang, who was sighing in disbelief. “Y/N, you said you were going to end things. What happened?” You slumped your shoulders, looking down at your hands, “We talked things through, okay? We’re good now.”

“It gets to a point, Y/N, where he’s going to expect your forgiveness every time, it won’t even mean anything to him.” Yeosang shook his head.

“Look, Seonghwa gets a bad rep, but he’s a great guy. He cares for me.”

“He seemed to care about that girl yesterday, too,” Yunho mumbled under his breath, causing you and Yeosang to snap your heads over to him. “What?” Yeosang asked, not knowing the whole situation that had happened at the coffee shop yesterday. “Yunho, I didn’t ask for your opinion. Thanks.” You got up from the couch, pulling your bag over your shoulder, “I forgot I had something to do. I’ll see you later, Yeosang.” You headed out, frantically making your way toward the elevators. Just when you think you’re living happily on your delusional cloud about Seonghwa, someone throws reality in your face again, and this time it was goody two-shoes Yunho.

Even after you and Seonghwa talked it out, even after he had you bent over your bed, and even after cuddling you to sleep, the hole in your chest grew bigger. There was no chance you believed that he wasn’t flirting with his coworker, but you also believed that he cared for you. Yunho didn’t know shit, he shouldn’t have said anything to begin with. The rest of the day, you stuffed your face with leftovers and rotted away in your bed, ignoring every possible text from Yeosang and San. Why were you deciding to deprive yourself of actual happiness, you didn’t know; you felt stuck in this endless cycle with Seonghwa and with yourself.

There was a knock on your door, your heart beating quickly as you became startled by the noise. You walked over to the door, looking through the peephole, and saw Yunho waiting patiently for you to answer. “Yunho?” You opened it up, seeing him with a bag in his hand, “Yeosang and San were going to check in on you. But I offered to go since I wanted to apologize. I bear wine and some amazing pho? San told me you can never turn down pho.” He held the brown paper big in front of you, smiling as you snatched it from him. “Come in, I guess.” You scooted over to let him in, shutting the door behind him.

“This could’ve just been a text, you know? But thanks for the pho.” You peeked into the bag, pulling out the wine first, popping it open. “I'd rather do it in person.” Yunho looked around your apartment, “Oh, cool, you play?” He pointed at your guitar in the corner of your living room. “I dabble.” You poured the wine into two cups, handing one to Yunho. He grinned, taking it from you, “Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry about getting involved earlier. I just know how it feels. You deserve a good guy who-”

You took a sip from your cup before cutting him off, “You don’t know what I deserve. You don’t even know me, Yunho. You can’t come here and think your advice will be some saving grace. Can you just please go?” You downed the wine in your cup, placing it in the sink behind you.

“I just-” You walked over to the door, opening it for him. “Have a good night, Yunho.” He nodded, placing the cup down on the counter before walking out, “I’m sorry.” You shot him a thumbs up, closing your door in front of his face. “He just thinks he’s so righteous all the time, doesn't he?” You opened up the bottle, drinking it straight from the spout as you plopped down on your couch, eyeing the guitar in the corner, not remembering the last time you felt happy enough to play.

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You avoided going to Yeosang’s for a few days, you had let him know you were a little busy with work and hoped to hang out sometime during the weekend. Anything to avoid a confrontation about your situation with Hwa and to avoid seeing Yunho. Literally, who does he think he is? You shook off the annoyance, reaching for your phone as it vibrated in your pocket. Yeosang.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted through the phone, “What are you doing Saturday?” You sat down on your couch, mentally going through the calendar in your head, “Hmm, I don’t think I’m doing anything, why?” You heard San’s giggle in the background, “We’re planning a surprise party for Yunho at my place! You’ll come right?” Yeosang pleaded as you sighed into the phone, “There’s going to be plenty of alcohol!” You heard San yell from the background, causing you to snicker. “Fuck, San knows what I like.” Yeosang chuckled, “Is that a yes?” You paused, biting down on your lip. “Fine, but I’m just going for the booze. Not for Yunho.” Yeosang groaned on the other end of the phone, “This enemies-to-lovers is truly taking too long.” You scoffed at him, “Never. Going. To. Happen. Bye.” You hung up, throwing your phone across the room, landing it on your bed.

You could never say no to a good party, maybe you could bring Seonghwa this time to finally meet your friends. You’ve asked him before, but something always came up. You got up to fetch your phone again, shooting him a text.

You: Hwa, my friend Yeosang is having a party at his place on Saturday. Come with me?

You smiled at the idea of Seonghwa coming with you, socializing with your friends, drinking together, and having a good time with your favorite people. You waited a few minutes with the chat open, but no response. As the rest of the week passed by, Hwa never answered your question, just went around it to talk about something else. But now it was Saturday, and you weren’t sure if you would have a date for tonight. You called him up, the ringing continuing until he picked up at the last moment. “Hey, babe, I’m a little busy. What’s up?” You scanned through your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. “Hey, did you ever see my text about my friend Yeosang’s party tonight?” You pulled out the black skirt toward the end of the rack, the perfect piece that made you feel sexy. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t reply to that. I don’t think I’ll be able to go, I had made plans with some friends. But I can come over later tonight?” You felt your energy dip as you threw the skirt onto your bed, lying down next to it. “Yeah, that’s fine. Have fun.” Your smile faded, and you clenched your jaw tightly. “You too, babe. I’ll see you later.”

I guess you will be going dateless tonight. You sighed as you hung up the phone, lying with your thoughts for a few minutes. You sat up, looking over at the short skirt next to you, snatching it up in your hands. “Fuck it.” You were going to make sure you had a good time regardless, getting up to get ready for the night. After much struggle in picking shoes, doing your hair, and makeup, you were finally ready to have some drinks and forget about your worries. You headed out the door, zipping your leather jacket to brace for the chilly night, thinking how warm you will feel after some whisky is in your system.

You pulled up to Yeosang’s apartment, texting San to open the door since Yeosang was not answering. “Hey Y/N, you clean up nice,” San joked. “Shut up.” You smirked, nudging him playfully as you walked toward the kitchen. There were a good number of people already here, Yeosang’s EDM playlist blasting through the speakers in the living room. “Yunho should be coming in a few!” Yeosang shouted out to the guests, preparing for the surprise. You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the bottles lined up on the counter, pouring yourself a drink. “Okay, you’re ready to party,” Yeosang smirked at you, wrapping his arm around you, toasting his filled cup with yours. Before he could take a sip, he reached for his phone, “Shit, he’s on his way up.” Yeosang headed toward the rest of the attendees, “Everyone hide, he’s coming up!”

You stood, leaning against the counter, not budging. San crouched behind the kitchen island, “Y/N, get down.” You glanced down at him, exhaling sharply as he took hold of your hand, pulling you down next to him. Yeosang turned off the music and the lights, waiting by the door until a knock was heard. You could see the excitement on his face as he yanked the door open, “Surprise!” He turned the lights back on, the group of people springing up from their hiding spots, including San. You got up slowly after seeing the biggest smile on Yunho’s face as he covered his face shyly. “What?” He was so surprised as his friends came around him, hugging him one by one. You crossed your arms over your chest, taking another drink from your cup. He has it all, a good head on his shoulders, a great moral compass, amazing friends, truly god’s favorite.

Yunho made his rounds with each person, finally reaching you in the kitchen, his smile dropping slowly as he approached you, “Y/N, thanks for coming.” You downed your drink, pouring yourself more, “I came for Yeosang, but happy birthday.” You motioned your cup up to cheer his empty hand, walking over to the couch. The drinks continued throughout the night, and before you knew it, your vision was blurry and you were spilling your secrets to some guy you thought was San, but San was on the other side of the room, cackling at you. You patted the guy's arm softly, “Sorry about that.” You covered your mouth to hold in your laugh, walking over to San, pushing him playfully, “Fuck you.” San shook his head as he laughed, “Should we all take a shot?” He looked around for Yeosang and Yunho, dragging everyone to the kitchen as he poured each of you a healthy double shot of tequila.

“I hate tequila,” Yunho frowned at his shot glass. “It’s your birthday, and all you have been drinking is Sauvignon Blanc,” Yeosang teased, passing you your shot. “Damn Yunho, don’t get too crazy now,” You mocked him, laughing as his eyebrows furrowed, watching him down the shot immediately. You stared in shock, eyeing everyone else as you all took your shots down soon after. “Happy Birthday, Yunho!” San shouted, grabbing onto his shoulders, shaking him excitedly. Yunho laughed, his sour face from the tequila still present. You stayed in the kitchen as Yeosang and San made their way back to the living room, fighting over which song to play next. Yeosang was keen on playing Alan Walker while San wanted to switch it to Charli XCX. You poured yourself another whisky drink, knowing that you shouldn’t drink anymore. Yunho lingered around you, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“Water, Yunho? On your birthday? You’re so lame,” You chuckled, taking a sip from your cup. “I just know my limits," He waved his hands up, opening the water bottle. You glared at him, “Are you saying, I don't?” Yunho laughed, “You’re putting words in my mouth.” You leaned back against the counter. “You think you’re better than everyone?” Yunho took another drink from his bottle, stepping in front of you. “This made-up narrative you have of me? Where does it come from?” Your blurred vision became clearer as you stared up at him, “Is it made up? You’re telling me you’re not some goody two-shoes, church boy, who can never do wrong?” He frowned, watching you intensely as you continued, “You always want to be captain, save a hoe or something, put your two cents in where it’s not needed because you think you know so much.” You expressed mockingly, taking another sip of your drink.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you if you clearly don’t want anything to do with me.” Yunho leaned his arm against the counter behind you, his face hovering close to yours. You shrugged at him, eyeing his lips as he spoke, his large hands fully engulfing the water bottle in his hand. You felt yourself swallow down the urge to pull him closer, to feel his warmth against you, “Would it kill you to have some fun?” You smirked, passing your semi-full cup towards him. He stared down at the red solo cup, placing his water bottle down on the counter, reaching for your cup. He stared at you as he took a large gulp, his face not even flinching, not like when he took that tequila shot. The residue of the whisky on the top of his lip, you found yourself wiping it away slowly, licking it off your finger. Yunho let out a small exhale as he watched you, gripping the cup in his hand.

You wrapped your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer until your lips touched. The mix of hate, alcohol, and curiosity between you both. Before your lips could mold into his, he pulled away swiftly, “Y/N.” You looked off to the side as you sighed, pushing him back away from you, “I guess you can’t have fun.” Yunho moved slightly closer, but still giving you your space, “As much as I want to kis-” You waved him off him, his face growing blurry again, “Don’t even worry about it.” You crashed onto the couch, reaching into your bag to pull out your phone. It was about 1 am now, you swiped onto Seonghwa’s chat.

You: Meet me at my place?

Hwa: I’ll be there.

You smiled as you clutched your phone against your chest, stuffing it back in your bag as you pulled the bag over your shoulder. “Yeosang!” You shouted out to him, and he was sitting on the floor playing some drinking game with a few other people. He glanced over, blushed cheeks and a smile on his face, oh, he was drunk. You laughed, “I’m going to head out.” Yeosang frowned, “Already? I’ll have San walk you home.” You shook your head, reaching for your leather jacket, “No, no, it’s okay. Seonghwa is going to meet me at my place. I’ll share my location.” Yeosang nodded, waving you off. You said goodbye to a drunk San who was snuggled up with a bag of chips, singing along to the music. “I can walk you home, Y/N,” He stopped singing, his eyes trying to focus on you. “It’s okay, don’t worry, you keep singing.” You patted his shoulder as you made your way out of the apartment, to the elevator, and out the door. The chilly air hit you immediately, pulling on your jacket as you began to make your way to your place. You stumbled slightly, feeling someone hold you up instantly, balancing you. You whipped your head around, “Yunho?” You pulled your arms away from him quickly, “Don’t touch me.” You dusted yourself off, continuing to walk. You stopped in your tracks immediately, “Yunho, stop following me, you creep!” You glared back at him, stomping forward. “I just want to make sure you get home safe, okay? It’s late.”

“I am capable of getting home, thank you, but no thank you.” You held onto your shoulder bag, trekking down the sidewalk, trying to focus on not falling over. After a few minutes, you were sure Yunho stopped following you, but as you turned around, he was about half a block behind you, “Yunho, please. Just go back to your party!” Yunho slowly caught up, “I am not going to feel okay if I don’t know you made it home safely.” Yunho insisted, his cheeks turning a pink shade from the chilly air. “I’m like 3 blocks away now, okay? I’ll be home in no time, now go,” You sighed loudly as you continued to hear the steps behind you. You were just a block away from your house, feeling your phone vibrate in your jacket pocket, Seonghwa. You answered quickly, “Hi.” You smiled into the phone, glancing up to see him walking toward you on the opposite side of the sidewalk. “I see you,” He giggled, making his way to you, wrapping you up in an embrace.

He pulled away, standing in front of you as he stared at Yunho, who was just a few feet behind you, “Who’s that?” He asked, furrowing his eyes at the tall guy in front of him. “That’s Yunho, Yeosang’s friend. He-” Yunho moved toward you slowly, “I’m walking her home, making sure she gets in safely.” He smiled at Seonghwa. “Well, I got it from here now,” Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you. “Do you?” Yunho asked, eyeing you, “Are you going to be okay, Y/N?” You sighed, nodding, “I’m-” Seonghwa chuckled, “Listen, I’m here now. My girl doesn’t need your protection, so you can go.” Seonghwa glared, trying to pull you into your apartment building. “Your girl? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Yunho snickered, stuffing his cold hands into his jacket pockets. “What the fuck does that mean?” Seonghwa let go of your hand, making his way closer to Yunho. “If she were my girl, I wouldn’t have let her go to a party by herself and walk home by herself, too, but that’s just me,” He shrugged. Seonghwa took hold of the collar of Yunho’s jacket, “Well good thing, nobody fucking cares what you think.” Hwa laughed, shoving him back, “Let’s get inside now, Y/N.”

You looked back at Yunho as you made your way inside, holding Seonghwa’s hand tightly. As soon as you got into your apartment, Seonghwa led you to the bed, your drunk self lying back, kicking off your boots. Seonghwa sat on the chair in the living room, tapping his fingers on his thigh anxiously. You noticed he wasn’t lying on the bed with you, sitting up, you stared at him from across the room. “Babe?” The frown on his face caused you to sober up ever so slightly. “Everything okay?” You pushed, glancing down at the small rip on your tights. “Is something going on between you and that guy?” He spoke softly, staring down at the floor in front of him instead of you. “What?” You scoffed, replaying the kiss from earlier in your head, gulping down the guilt, “No, he’s Yeosang’s friend. I don’t know him that well.” Seonghwa nodded, exhaling as he finally looked up at you, “Y/N, please be honest with me. The man walked you home, almost wanted to start shit with me. Did something happen between you?”

The guilt spread on your face, hoping it wasn’t noticeable. “We kissed.” You mumbled under your breath, feeling your eyes water. You peeked up to see Seonghwa still like a statue, not moving, but the clenching of his jaw was obvious. “I was drunk, I still am. I-It didn’t mean anything, Hwa.” He nodded, running his fingers through his hair as he leaned back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling stoically, “I mean, I can’t say anything. It's not like you're my girlfriend.” The words stung deep, like a knife twisted in your chest, twisting and twisting. Your breath quickened, like a switch was turned on in your head. The uneasiness, this guilt, the heavy feeling that you had for the past few months, building in your chest, “Hwa.” You cried out, watching him get up from the chair to finally face you. “I don’t trust easily, Y/N, you know this. It takes so much for me to let anyone in because it somehow always leads to disappointment. Which is why I lingered so much on the thought of us being together. I can’t do this, I’m proven right every time and I’m so fucking tired.” You felt the tears fall instantly, steaming as they ran down your still-cold cheeks.

“Yeah, I fucked up and kissed him. I’m sorry. But what about all the times I caught you flirting with other girls, the messages in your phone that you played off as jokes?” You felt the anger bubble inside of you, “Own up to that, Seonghwa.” He bit down on his lip; you could tell from his eyes that his thoughts were running a mile a second, “I’m done, Y/N.” You jumped up from your bed, seeing him walk toward your door, “Are you serious? You’re going to guilt-trip me and then not even take accountability of your mistakes? You’re a fucking coward Park Seonghwa.” You shouted out, following behind him, shutting the door in his face, “Fuck!” You yelled out to the door, making your way back to your bed, missing it and sliding down to the floor. You lay on the scratchy rug, the tears welling up as you gazed up at the ceiling; you felt everything but nothing at the same time.

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The sun peeked through your curtains, making you stir in your bed, pulling the sheets over your head. Your head pounded, just what you needed, a hangover. You pushed the duvet off of you, glancing down at the outfit you wore yesterday still on your body. You didn’t bother to change or take your makeup off after Seonghwa left, instead, you sobbed into your pillows and fell asleep that way. You sighed deeply before pushing yourself to get up to change your clothes and wash your face. Your brain hadn’t seemed to have processed everything that happened; you knew you would get messy when you drank, but still did it anyway. Instead of having a good time at the party, you were left with misery as a party favor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, streaks of mascara down your cheek, “You’re such a mess.” You chuckled at yourself, splashing the cold water in your face.

You decided that you would stay in, watch movies, and order takeout until the unforeseen future; you had no motivation to see anyone or anything, not even the sky. You sat in your living room, watching a random 80s rom-com from the stack of movies you had. Bad boy meets good girl, can’t help but fall in love with her, and cannot hide his true feelings, “A bunch of bullshit!” You shouted at the TV, groaning as you leaned back on the chair. But this was your life for a moment, at least you thought so. It was day 3 of moping in your sadness and refusing to see the daylight, full vampire mode, until you were reminded that people cared about your well-being. Your phone rang, Yeosang. You placed the phone to your ear, holding it up with your shoulder as you shoved more popcorn in your mouth, “What’s up?” Yeosang laughed on the other end, “I haven’t heard from you since the party, that’s what’s up. Why haven’t you been answering my texts?” You tossed a kernel up in the air, missing your mouth completely.

“Right. Well, let’s just say things are shit.” You tossed another kernel up in the air, catching it this time. “Why? What happened?” You sighed, placing the popcorn to the side as you curled up in the chair, “Seonghwa ended things.” You heard Yeosang exhale on the other end, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” You played with your hands, holding back your tears, “Thanks. I’ll get over it, he wasn’t good for me anyway.” You took a deep breath, your mind replaying the fight with Seonghwa over and over. “Why don’t you come over? We can order some food, and play Mortal Kombat? I’ll let you win,” Yeosang snickered. “I always win, Yeosang. What do you mean?” He scoffed, “No, you don’t! Come here and prove it.” You smiled, breaking out into a giggle, “Fine, I’ll come over. Be there in a few.” You hung up, glancing at the state your apartment was in, but having no motivation to clean it right now.

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The days locked in your apartment made you miss the warmth of the sun, although the air was still chilly. You made your way to Yeosang’s apartment, clicking on the elevator button. You watched as the numbers descended, finally pinging to the lobby. You slid into an empty elevator, pressing Yeosang’s floor, watching the doors close slowly, “Hold the elevator!” You heard someone shout out, usually you would be an ass and pretend you didn’t hear that but you held your hand out for the person. “Thanks.” Ugh, shit. You stared up at Yunho as he made his way in the elevator. “Great," You mumbled under your breath, standing in the corner on the opposite side of him. “Hi,” He spoke, biting down on his lip as you ignored him.

“Why are you here? I thought I would just get to spend time with my best friend alone, guess not.” You sighed as the elevator moved slowly. “I didn’t know you had plans with Yeosang, I’m sorry. I don’t have to stay, I’ll just go,” Yunho spoke softly, looking over at you. “Now you want to listen to me," You smirked, shaking your head. “What did I do?” Yunho turned to face you. “What didn’t you do?” He furrowed his brows, “Well, maybe you should tell me.” You laughed, looking down at your hands, “I’m not going to bother.” Yunho scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “There you go again.” You glanced over at him, “What does that mean?” The lights from the elevator flickered as it halted to a complete stop, the number on the screen stopping at the 7th floor. You clicked on the buttons, none of them making it move, “Fuck.” You whined, smacking your head against the wall of the elevator, “We’re fucking stuck. How wonderful.” Yunho moved toward the buttons, holding down the emergency button, and the operator picked up, “Hi, we’re in an elevator on 3214 North Emory Street, and it seems like we’re stuck.” Yunho continued explaining to the operator the situation you were both in. “Okay, we’re sending someone over, could be about 30 to 40 mins. Try and remain calm, they will get you out shortly.”

“Remain calm?” You felt your breath quicken; this was the worst time to be claustrophobic. “Hey, deep breaths okay?” Yunho came to your side, sitting you down next to him, his hands holding yours. You nodded at him, feeling your breath slow down, “I’m good, I’m okay.” You glanced down at your hands, both of you pulling away quickly. You couldn’t help but laugh, “What is my life?” You leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes. It was silent for a few minutes until Yunho spoke again, “I’m sorry for that night.” You opened your eyes, looking over at him, “This is like your 5th apology to me, I think.” You smirked, playing with the rings on your fingers. “If you accept it, I’ll stop,” Yunho chuckled, watching you fidget with your rings. You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, “That’s no fun.” You smiled.

“I think I should be the one to apologize.” Yunho gasped playfully, receiving a nudge from you, “I’m serious! I’ve been such an ass to you, you’re just a good guy and I crucified you for it.” He held his hand up to his chest, “Damn crucified? You’re playing up this church boy role, huh?” You grinned, “Well, aren’t you?” Yunho nodded, “Sure, but it’s not the only thing I am.” He tapped his hand on his legs, “You paint me out to be this saint who could do no wrong. But I’ve done wrong, I can be bad too.” He laughed, playing with the material of his pants. “Oh really? Bad boy Yunho exists? Do tell.” He peeked over at you, his smile fading, “Well, I wanted to punch your boyfriend that night, that’s for sure.” You felt the pressure on your chest again at the mention of Seonghwa, “He’s not my boyfriend.” You responded quickly, biting down on your lip, “He ended things with me that night.” You confessed, staring at Yunho, who had a sad frown on his face, “I told him that we kissed, and he lost it. I mean rightfully so.” Yunho huffed, “He didn’t deserve you.” You shuckled lightly, “You love to say that when you don’t even know me and what I deserve, Yunho.”

He leaned his head back, “I don’t need to know you, to know that you deserve a good guy to treat you well. Someone who will bring you your favorite food, walk you home at night, apologize, take accountability, and will hear you out even if you want to bite their head off.” You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yunho, you’re describing yourself. What are you on about?” Yunho scooted closer to you, his legs brushing against yours. You looked down as his hand traveled to yours, “It means I should’ve kept kissing you that night.” You both stared at each other for a minute, like the heat between you was building as he inched his face closer, kissing your lips softly. You didn’t pull away, instead, you placed your hand on his cheek, pulling him into a deeper kiss, the smell of his cologne penetrating your space. His lips lingered on yours as he kissed the corner of your lips, your cheeks, and back to your lips again, “I’m-” You put your finger up to his lips, “I swear, Yunho, if you apologize one more time.” You threw your leg over him, straddling him now, your arms wrapped around his neck. You kissed him again, not wanting to ever stop.

He held you close to him, his hands on your lower back as he kissed you with such need, a craving for more of you. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his lips trail down your neck, placing kisses on your shoulder, licking your skin delicately. You bit down on his bottom lip, tugging it playfully, a smile appearing on his face before he crashed his lips on yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned softly against his mouth, tugging at his hair lightly, feeling him grow beneath you. You felt your hips move against him slowly, an ache burning in your core as you kissed down his neck, sucking at his skin roughly, as he exhaled a groan. You slipped your hands into his coat, tugging at it for him to take it off. He obliged, doing the same to your jacket. His hands slid down the back of your thighs, squeezing them tightly, his fingers creeping under your skirt, up toward your ass. You pulled away from his neck, staring into his eyes as you rocked against him, causing his mouth to drop open as he watched you.

Beep. “Hey guys-” The operator spoke, causing you and Yunho to jump up instantly. “We have firefighters on their way up to let you out, give them like 5 minutes, okay?” You gulped, fixing your hair and your lipstick. You reached for your jacket from the floor and put it back on, “Thank you.” You stared over at Yunho, his hands adjusting himself as he reached for his coat, too. You both peeked at each other, giggling coming from both sides of the elevator, as the doors opened up in front of you.

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Nobody New: Mingi Oneshot

Pairing: Song Mingi x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Playlist: Nobody New - The Marias

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut

Summary: After 2 years of living in a new city, you decide to sign up for a pottery class to step out of your comfort zone and hopefully make some friends, only to find your ex-boyfriend Mingi has signed up for the same pottery class.

Note: First post and it’s a mingi one! So excited to post more of my stories, hope you all enjoy :)

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You took a long sip of your coffee and stared down at your friend sitting across from you. “It’s a pottery class, what are you so afraid of?” Your friend Wooyoung chuckled, nudging your leg from under the table. “I get that, but you know I suck at making friends.” You huffed, frowning at your friend who couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes.

“We became friends, hello?” He swirled his coffee cup in a circle before taking a drink. “You came up to me at work, though, it’s different. You initiated it!” You slouched your shoulders but then took a deep breath. “You’re right, it’s just a pottery class. If I don’t make friends, at least I could make some cool art.”

“God, I hope so. You need a hobby, bad!” Wooyoung smirked, his smile dropping immediately to a face of pain as you pinched his arm. “Ow! Doom scrolling in the corner of your room every night is not a hobby; you need to go out and meet people.”

Wooyoung was right; he is always right, unfortunately. You couldn’t deny your friend’s statement any longer; you didn’t leave your house unless it was to come out with Wooyoung or go to work. It’s been two years since you moved from your hometown, and instead of being social, you were spending all your energy at work, in the corner of coffee shops on your laptop, or beginning constant apartment improvement projects that just became stale. But you need to be the main character in your story right now. Although you weren’t the most textbook creative person, you still wanted to engulf yourself in the arts: painting, pottery, poetry, and music. You decided to take your chance and go with pottery, maybe it could inspire you toward other hobbies.

The pottery shop by your house was starting classes for beginners, and Wooyoung pushed you to sign up and try it out. He claimed he wasn’t tired of being your only friend, but since Wooyoung moved to a new apartment, he needed a one-of-a-kind, custom set of mugs, plates, or bowls. You chuckled at the thought of showing up at Wooyoung’s place with the most botched, mismatched set of dishware. You could already see his face of annoyance.

Ding. The shop looked almost full, with about 4 rows of 5 stations lined up. There was some room in the last row, where you decided to take your seat. “Welcome in!” The instructor smiled at you, handing you a beige apron to protect your clothes from the clay splatter. “You may need this too; you don’t want your hair to get caught.” She took a few hair ties out of her pocket, handing one over to you before moving on to the rest of the people coming in.

You tied the apron around your waist and then your hair into a ponytail. The last thing you needed was some horror story about your hair getting caught in the pottery wheel on your first day of class. You looked around as more people took up the seats, and another girl who seemed around your age took the seat next to you. “Hi,” the girl smiled at you, tying the apron around her waist and securing her hair.

You smiled but didn’t say anything, maybe as the class went on, you would feel more bold and make conversation. You reached for your phone in your jean pocket, texting Wooyoung that you, in fact, made it to the pottery class as you promised. All he responded with was, “Can't wait to see what you make me!” You chuckled before sliding your phone back into your pocket.

“Welcome, everyone! I think we’re going to get started now! Just want to make sure everyone has an apron?” The instructor looked at each person, nodding, before continuing. “Perfect! Welcome to Clay & Co. This is the beginner class and will be a total of 6 sessions. I want us to go around and introduce ourselves one by one, your name, what brought you in, and what you are hoping to create! Let’s start up front.” You felt your stomach drop; you hated introductions, icebreakers, and anything that caused everyone’s attention to you. Most of the answers so far were similar to yours, “trying something new, wanting to learn a new hobby”, at least you can say the same and no one would bat a lash.

“Hello, I’m Mingi-”

Your heart felt still, as you gazed towards the second row at the man introducing himself. The pounding of your heart sounded louder than his voice, the beating muffling your hearing. There was no chance that you were in the same pottery class as your ex-boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend from two years ago, who you thought you left behind in your hometown, who you took these last two years to try and get over. You automatically hid your face, refusing to make eye contact. Why the fuck is here? How could this be happening to me right now?

“I just moved to the city and have always wanted to try a more hands-on hobby and maybe make some new friends. I’m hoping to make something useful.” He joked. The rest of the group chuckled at his last statement, catching that smile of his in the corner of your eye, causing your stomach to do a flip. The fact that you had to get up in a few turns to introduce yourself made your mouth dry. Your face felt flushed, a drop of sweat visible on your brow. You hadn’t seen him since you broke up and truly thought you’d never see him again. It’s also not as unlikely to see him since it wasn’t a far driving distance from where you grew up.

You did everything you could to avoid him after the breakup: blocked him on every social media platform, blocked his phone number, and put all the stuff he gave you in a box that was still in your apartment. As soon as you got a clear view of his face, it felt like every single moment you had with him was running through your brain like a flip book. He looked so good, his shoulders wide, his black hair framing his face, his deep, deep voice that seemed to make everyone pay attention. You were staring at him for too long; you didn’t realize they were already beginning introductions in your row.

The girl next to you got up to introduce herself, “Hello, I’m Evie-” Fuck, that meant that you were next, you continued to stare down at your now sweaty palms. When Evie sat back down, the room was quiet again, awaiting your turn. You had to get up; you couldn’t be stuck in this chair forever. All you had to do was not look at him. Because that was already working so well. You pulled yourself up to your feet, your knees seeming to wobble a bit as you made direct eye contact with the instructor.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. I wanted to try a new hobby and learn something new. I’m hoping I can make something for my friend as an apartment-warming gift.” You felt your cheeks so hot as you sat back down, noticing Mingi’s gaze linger on you before he turned around. “Awesome! So glad to have everyone, let’s get started then.”

The rest of the class was a little easier than those introductions. You were too focused on getting comfortable with your pottery wheel and not being too heavy on the pedal. You even had a conversation with Evie about how much harder this seemed to be, but the clay on your hands was also somewhat soothing. The stinging realization that Mingi was a few feet away from you caused the lump in your throat to form again. It was the longest 2 hours of your life. All you could think of was how ready you were to get the fuck out of there and tell Wooyoung.

“Okay, class, we’re going to wrap up for today. Make sure to come in on Thursday for our second session, at 6 pm!” The instructor yelled out, making sure everyone was cleaning up their station well before heading out. You quickly cleaned up, storing away the tools and apron in the designated area. You washed your hands at the sink hastily, finally letting your hair down, feeling more secure as it covered your flushed face. You went back to your station to grab your bag, said bye to Evie, and headed out the door.

Ding. The air hit you immediately; it wasn’t even cold out, but the breeze felt nice against your warm cheeks. You only lived a few blocks down, and in just a few steps, you would be in your safe space, where you could process what just happened. Ding.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice called out, your face growing hot again, and the palms of your hands beginning to sweat almost immediately. There wasn’t any bad blood between you and Mingi; you were friends for a long time before you got together, and the break-up was mutual since you were both in two different places in your lives. But it didn’t hurt any less to see him now. Would it be wrong to just ignore Mingi and pretend you never heard him to avoid this confrontation? You could just stop going to that pottery class. You felt his footsteps picking up speed as he called out to you again.

“Wait up.” You stopped in your tracks, turning around quickly to see Mingi making his way towards you, towering over you now; you forgot how tall he was. He hesitated to continue speaking, almost as if he was trying to figure out what to say. “Hey.” That was all he mustered out of his mouth as he reached for you, but pulled back as soon as he realized.

“Hi.” You wanted to laugh, the uncomfortable air right now felt dense, and running away didn’t seem like a bad option. “It's, I, hey.” Mingi looked flustered, smiling awkwardly at you. “What are you doing here?” You blurted out, taken aback by your own boldness.

“Right.” He laughed awkwardly, “Do you think we can talk, maybe get something to eat? Pottery, strangely enough, made me hungry.” You gazed at him, amazed at how the distance in time somehow felt non-existent, as if you could retroactively feel how you did two years ago, but the heavy feeling in your chest lingered. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mingi.”

“Please.” His soft hand landed on yours, leaving your skin with a burning sensation as if he ignited all the memories in an instant. Your reaction was to pull away quickly, regretting that decision as a frown appeared on his face. You sighed at the uneasiness of seeing him visibly upset; maybe just a catch-up would be okay. “Okay.” Was all you could answer as a small smile gleamed on his face now. He pulled out his phone, pulling up a spot on his maps app, “There’s a sushi spot close by that I’ve been wanting to check out.”

“Sushi Scene?” you asked him. Mingi looked up at you, “You’ve been there?”

“It’s my favorite spot, let’s go.” You answered, walking past him toward the direction of the pottery shop. The thoughts raced through your mind as he caught up next to you, still following the directions on his map. This isn’t what you had imagined to happen on this Tuesday afternoon. You assumed you would enjoy your pottery class, get home, and relax before your work day tomorrow, where you would tell Wooyoung all about it. But now you were walking to go have dinner with your ex-boyfriend, whom you never got closure from, completely healed from, and who you still found undeniably attractive.

Before small talk could even begin during the walk to the restaurant, you were already coming up on it. You headed inside first, not even allowing time for Mingi to get the door for you, which is something he always made sure to do. You could hear a noise of annoyance behind you, letting a small chuckle escape your lips. “Table for 2.” You gestured at the host, she nodded and grabbed the menus, directing you to follow her to a booth towards the back; each of you taking a side of the booth. You took a deep breath, focusing your attention on the menu instead of Mingi, who was gazing at you. You couldn’t help but look up and catch his eyes, nervously glancing back down at the menu. “Should we-”

“Get 2 different rolls each and share?” Mingi answered instantly, smiling nervously at you, knowing it’s what you would always do, order something different and share. “Sure.” You surrendered, placing the menu down and clasping your hands together in front of you. You wished you were sitting next to Mingi so you wouldn’t have to face him. It felt surreal to have him in front of you right now, the quick memories of him flashing through your brain; his kisses, his laugh, his touch…

“Ready to order?” The waitress startled you, you nodded, each of you ordering your rolls and handing her the menus. “I know this must be weird, seeing each other,” Mingi cleared his throat, continuing, “I moved here recently because of work. I didn’t think I’d run into you since this city is so big. It just ended up being fate, I guess.” The thing about Mingi is that he’s a logical person, but funny enough, he is a big believer in fate and things happening the way they’re meant to. “I tried calling, you know?” The lump in your throat appeared again, the discomfort of this conversation becoming hard to swallow.

“But it just went to voicemail every time.” He bit down on his bottom lip nervously, eyeing me up, waiting for me to respond, but continued anyway. “I know that was a few years ago now, so we don’t have to talk about it. Just wanted to see how you have been. What brought you to sign up for that pottery class? You hate art.” He chuckled, fidgeting with the bracelets on his wrist.

“I don’t hate art! I’m just not good at it,” You smirked, rolling your eyes at him. “My friend Wooyoung told me I should go make friends. I’ve been living here for two years and have somehow managed only to make one friend, him.” You laughed at yourself, locking your eyes with Mingi’s, the familiarity of it all seeping through with just a stare.

“I never got your call because I had blocked you.” You nervously took a sip of your water, not making eye contact with Mingi. You both never had a conversation after the breakup, and there wasn't much to talk about. You were moving away, and Mingi was always busy at his new job, two very different wavelengths, and that’s okay. “That’s understandable, I guess.” Mingi laughed, leaning in closer, his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” His eyes seemed to pierce through you, watching you move uncomfortably in your seat. He knew how that look made you feel, how it could eat at you without saying anything, so many times that he could shut your thinking up with this look. His face fell back into a coy smile, rubbing the back of your hand softly before leaning back against the booth. You felt your heart ablaze, the feelings returning as if they never left. You couldn’t help but imagine jumping over this table and kissing him in front of everyone in this sushi restaurant. “Food is here!” The waitress walked up to their table, causing you to snap back into reality. “Thank you.” You smiled at her and then at Mingi, his eyes fixed on you as he handed a pair of chopsticks your way.

The rest of the time was spent chowing down on the delicious rolls, rating them one by one, pretending to be some Michelin star critic, knowing neither of you was qualified to even write a Yelp review. The awkwardness of seeing your ex was soon filled with memories of your once-close relationship. The conversation led to you both talking about your current daily activities, your jobs, your current obsessions, guilty pleasures, and your favorite coffee and food spots so Mingi could get some ideas. It all felt normal, as if you never left your hometown, as if you’d never left Mingi. After dinner, Mingi insisted on driving you home, even though it was about a fifteen-minute walk for you. He picked up the check and led you both out of the restaurant towards his car, which was parked right in front of the pottery shop.

“Still got your Honda, I see?” You smiled as you walked up to his black Honda Accord. “Of course, it’s my baby.” Mingi opened the door for you, heading over to his side hastily. “I’m driving her until it breaks apart.” Mingi snickered, handing you his phone to put in your address. “While you’re at it, play that song that you were telling me about,” Mingi smirked at you, pulling off towards your place. You smiled, going through his music streaming app to find your favorite song. “Okay, this group is my current obsession. When you listen to this, think of floating peacefully in the water, the sun setting so the sky is the perfect color of purple and pink, and it’s summertime.”

“Am I in the middle of the ocean, floating? How long do I have before the sun sets completely and it's dark? Do I at least have a life jacket?” You moaned annoyingly, “Mingi, please. Don’t think about it too much.” You pushed his leg playfully, turning the volume up a bit. You watched as his face went through five different emotions, and you couldn’t tell if he liked it or hated it. “Okay, what else you got?” He smirked, knowing that it would annoy the shit out of you. “You got something better?” You glared, slumping into the seat.

“I’m messing with you.” He placed his hand on your thigh, quickly glancing over at you, “I like it.” He left his hand on your thigh, and you were hoping he would. You stared down at his hand, noticing the nice rings wrapped around his fingers in detail. You traced your finger over each one, an excuse for your hand to be closer to his. “Remember when you clowned me for wearing too many rings?” Mingi scoffed, watching you continue to trace through each ring. “I didn’t clown you, it just hurt when we would hold hands.” You chuckled, boldly interlacing your fingers with his, “It's not too bad now.” You looked over at him, his face painted with a bit of surprise.

Before you knew it, he was pulling up to your apartment, the thought of being away from him causing your heart to ache already. He noticed your hesitancy, squeezing your hand softly, causing you to lock eyes with him again. He glanced down at your lips and then back at you, moving his body closer. “Do you want to come upstairs?” You blurted out, his face just a few inches from yours. He bit down on his lip, your favorite habit of his, and nodded as he turned off the car. You walked him up the stairs to your place, thanking yourself for deciding to not get a roommate. You weren’t exactly sure what was going to happen, what you wanted to happen, but all you knew was that you wanted him, you missed him, you needed him more than you had before.

“This is my place.” You smiled at him as you ushered behind Mingi, closing the door. “It’s nice, I like it. You have a great view.” He walked towards the window in the living room, peeking out at the street below. “Do you want anything to drink?” Mingi turned around, walking to you in the kitchen, shaking his head. “I’m okay right now. I could use something else, though.“ He scooted closer to you, your back crashing against the counter. You stared up at Mingi, who had caged you into his embrace, an arm on either side of you. “Mingi.” You nervously watched as he backed off, “I’m sorry, did I read everything wrong? That is my bad.” He pursed his lips.

“I was just going to say,” His eyes fixated on you again, “I never stopped thinking about you either.” You smirked, your hand reaching out for him. He smiled, grabbing onto your waist as he pushed you against the counter again. “You couldn’t forget about me?” He looked at you with a smug look, snuggling his nose against your neck as he inhaled you. He pressed a small kiss to the crook of your neck, leading up to your jaw toward your lips. He stopped at the corner of your mouth, peering down at you as you spoke. “How could I forget you?”

Mingi took your arms, wrapping them around his neck as he hoisted you up onto the counter. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He cupped your face with his large hand as he placed his finger under your chin. “I’ve thought about this moment so much. If I were ever able to kiss you again.” His lips crashed against yours, your core aching for him almost immediately. His tongue slid along your bottom lip as it entered your mouth, your tongues gliding against each other’s. His hand wrapped around the sides of your neck as he squeezed gently, causing a moan to escape your lips.

His body rubbed against yours, feeling yourself become slicker for him. You bit down on his lip, tugging on it slightly as he groaned under his breath. “Fuck.” He whined, his hands drifting under your shirt, the feeling of his cold rings giving you goosebumps. You threw your arms up, allowing him to remove your shirt with ease. His lips descended onto your chest, kissing down until he met your breasts. You felt his hands on your back, instantly unclasping your bra. Although it has been a few years since you both had sex, everything felt so natural, so normal. He knew the ways to tease you just right, to make you feel good, to drive you insane.

He threw the bra to the side, his head hovering over your breasts, taking a bulb into his mouth. You gasped at his touch, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You could feel your legs squeezing onto him even tighter, “Mingi.” You held the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair as he sucked, nibbled, and circled your sensitive bulbs. You slid your hands down his back, tugging at his shirt for him to take it off. He obliged, slipping it off and tossing it to the side, returning to you quickly. His mouth was on yours again as he unbuttoned your pants, gliding them off, your skin feeling the coldness of the marble counter from under you.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” The return of the nickname never felt so good. At this moment, you were his and he was yours. He skated his hands up and down your thighs, glancing at the wetness seeping through your underwear. “Want me to tell you what I want?” Mingi asked, you eased your breathing, nodding up at him. He tilted your chin up, kissing you before trailing his fingers down your neck, down your chest, and abdomen to your aching center. His index and middle finger pressed against the front of your panties, his mouth dropping open as he felt the soaked cloth against his skin. You moaned softly, feeling him pull your panties to the side, slipping his middle finger inside of you with ease.

“Fuck.” You moaned a bit louder this time, your hand gripping his other arm as you held your body still. He smirked as he slipped the second finger in, curling his fingers upward slowly. The sensation drove you insane. His lips found your neck as he continued, “Mingi, please.” He bit down on your neck slightly, causing you to hiss with pain. “Please, what?” He whispered faintly, kissing up your neck to your ear.

“You want more?” His low tone vibrated against your ear as he moved his fingers deeper into you, watching you squirm. He had a good pace, but you wanted more, you wanted him, you needed to be completely stuffed by Mingi. “I need you.” You muttered out through your moans, hearing the noises from your wet slick as he removed his fingers. He unwrapped your legs from around him and took a step back, slowly unbuttoning his pants and removing them. His bulge sprang up from out of his briefs. Your mouth fell open, your pussy pulsating at the remembrance of how amazing he fit into you. You reached for him, wanting to bring him close to you. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your eagerness as he moved closer, lining himself up to you but not pushing in. He teased you instead, sliding his hard cock in between your slit, the tip of him brushing along your clit.

Your breathing grew heavy, your moans getting louder at every meeting of his tip against your clit. His cock slipped between your folds, his hands gripping your thighs as he focused on you. “I need to feel you.” You pleaded, gripping onto his hand. He interlaced your fingers with his as he slid his tip into your entrance, plunging in. You could scream if the walls of your apartment weren’t so thin. He fit so perfectly, stretched you out in the best way. Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you down as he bobbed himself in and out of you. His pace grew faster, his moans matching yours. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He leaned down to your breasts, gliding his tongue around your nipple as he continued to pump into you.

You felt your legs wrapping tighter around him, causing him to sink deeper into you. He moved slower to tease you before moving his hips faster against you. “I’m so close, Mingi.” You threw your head back, your arms behind you holding you up. Mingi kept his pace steady, his fingers finding your clit, creating small circles with his thumb. You moaned loudly, feeling like you were about to come apart at the seams. “I’m close too, baby.” Mingi groaned against you. His eyes were focused on you, watching as your chest heaved, how your legs shook, and your walls clenched onto him as you came.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moaned out, glancing at a panting Mingi who was almost to the edge. “Fill me up, baby.” You looked at him, his gaze intensifying as he slammed harder into you, his hot release filling you up instantly. You fell back slightly on the counter, Mingi lying on your stomach as he slowed down his breathing, pulling out of you completely. He got up, helping you back up against him, kissing you softly.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his lips, a huge smile spreading on his face. “Does this mean you will sit next to me at our next pottery class?” He laughed as you smacked his arm, “Fine.”

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