yun-fangz

[yun-fangz]

hello do you do mlm fanficss?

hi sweetie i'm sorry but i do not. 💔

i may include a smidge in some fics (ex. mxfxm) but i do not write mlm explicitly.

[yun-fangz]

YEAHHHHH, that's what i'm talking about

spinoff where we become a throuple, i love this dynamic so much

also POSESSIVE JONGHO, him turning reader back when we're abt to kiss yunho AHEHAHWHWHW YEASSS

thank you so much for bringing this vision to life, i enjoyed this so much darling 🤍

—𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 • 𝐉. 𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎, 𝐂. 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎

𐙚⋆.˚pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader x choi jongho

𐙚⋆.˚summary: ❝A weekend with your loving boyfriend and his friend who finds you dangerously hot. What could go wrong?❞

𐙚⋆.˚warnings: fingering, pet names, name calling, piv(don't), anal, double penetration, handjob, pool sex, masturbation, yunho lowkey enjoys watching his girl get it on with jjong💀, creampie, overstimulation, reader passes out for a little bit, thick!jongho, yunho kinda has a biting kink, cursing, aftercare.

𐙚⋆.˚w/c: 2.5k ^^

𐙚⋆.˚a/n: based on this post by my pookie @yun-fangz🤭hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated♡

A simple getaway from the busy, hectic schedule of your boyfriend; That's what it was supposed to be. When one evening Yunho came home all exhausted and tired, he nuzzled his face into your stomach, your fingers playing with his dark strands.

"Tired, baby?" You muse, pecking his cheek.

He nods against your body, breathing in your familiar scent that brings him comfort. "You're the only warmth for me in this world," he sighs lovingly. "Only second to my boys and atiny, of course," he adds with a chuckle.

You smile, "Then I'm top three?" You tease to which Yunho grins, kissing your hand.

Your beloved is tired; you could see it in his eyes. Being an idol is no easy task. With millions of cameras watching him worldwide, dance practice for their newest comeback, interviews, and promos, he was drained, you could tell.

"Say, Yun," you start, thoughtfully. "You have a day off anytime soon?"

Yunho thinks for a moment before he shakes his head. "I do, actually," he affirms. "Why, baby? Wanna do something?"

"Can we get away for the weekend? I'm thinking a cabin, maybe."

The man is elated as he jumps up, sitting excitedly on the bed. "Uh, yes!" He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace. "You always know what I need!"

You giggle as he litters your face with kisses. "Calm down, puppy," you chide playfully, pushing his face away. "We have to book a place and stuff," you laugh.

"Oh, don't you worry about anything. Just you plan what we'll do, I'll handle the rest."

You were about to say something when the doorbell rang and Yunho sprinted to get it. "Hey, Y/n," Jongho smiles as he settles on your couch.

You wave back, fixing your tee. "Hello, jongjong," you giggle, taking a sip of the iced beverage he was holding. "Mm, good taste," you tease.

Yunho smiles as he flops down on the couch opposite you. It always made his heart flutter when he saw how naturally you had accepted all of his members as friends and his lovely fans as family. He really did get lucky with you.

"Say Jongho, you free this weekend?"

Jongho shakes his head. "Yeah, we all are. Why?"

Yunho shoots a look at you for approval, given that he should have done it sooner, but oh well. When you give him a subtle nod, he's beaming. "We're planning a getaway to a cabin in a forest. You down?"

Jongho glances at you, then back at his hyung, cocking a brow. "You sure you guys want me to be there? I really don't want to third wheel again," he grimaces as if he were reliving all the times you had snatched Jongho from the comfort of his games in the dorm so that you'd have a lookout.

You giggle shaking your head. 'You're acting as if we didn't feed you damn good food, man."

Jongho nods. "That you did." After thinking for a minute, he finally sighs, slapping a hand on his knee. "Alright. I'll be ready. Hyung, send me all the details later."

That was how you ended up with Jongho accompanying you two to a remote cabin in the woods.

The first night, Jongho insisted taking the couch saying something about how he wants to watch a movie or something. You two reluctantly agreed, more than happy to take the plush bed.

As Yunho snuggled in behind you, you felt his warm palm against pine. your bare thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. "Yunho!" You whisper yelled, shoving his hand away.

You did want to do something, anything. Yunho, being as busy as he was, it also pained you. But doing that while one of your closest friends sleeping just outside on the couch with the possibility of him hearing you, you really did not want that.

"What?" Yunho whines, kissing your shoulder. "I need you."

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his neediness. You sighed, turning to face him. "Just your fingers, alright? Just fingers."

Yunho grins ear to ear as he quickly pulls your shorts down, running a finger along your moist folds. "Mm, Yunho," you sigh closing your eyes at the blissful sensation.

"Is my baby frustrated that I didn't touch her needy pussy?" He pouts mockingly, rubbing tight circles on your clit. You whine, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Yunho curses as he dips his finger into your soaking pussy, groaning as your wetness covers his slender digits. "Fuck, Y/n," he mutters, curling his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that your fingers can't reach. "Leaking around my fingers like a slut," he smirks, biting down on your shoulder.

"Please, Yu," you whine, back arching off the bed as he toys with your pussy. "Need you."

He kisses the top of your lovingly, adding two fingers into your twitching hole that gladly sucks them in. "Feels good, baby?" You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb, your wetness aiding him. "You're clenching around my hole so good, love," he hisses, adding another finger, making you moan at the sudden stretch.

As he plunges his fingers in and out of you, you notice the living room light switch off. Jongho's asleep. "Think he can hear your leaking pussy?" He laughs, curling his fingers inside you. "Yunho!" You almost scream before you slap your hand over your mouth, eyes wide.

"Atta girl," he praises, proud. "Let Jongho know how good I make you feel, yeah?"

It doesn't take you long to come around his fingers, mind buzzing with the intensity of your orgasm. Yunho gently pulls out his fingers, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses and praises. "It's okay, baby," he calls out softly, kissing away your tears. "I'm right here."

The air feels a bit stuffy the next morning. With a small "morning,'' Jongho practically avoids the two of you like the plague.

You sigh as he steps into the bathroom. "What's wrong, love?" Yunho asks groggily, kissing your cheek.

"He heard me last night, that's what's wrong!" You huff, pushing his hand away. "I told you he was awake." Yunho chuckles. "You're overthinking again, babe. He's fine. Moreover," he leans down to your ear, voice low. "Maybe he fucked himself to your moans."

When later in the day the two of you left the cabin to gather some wood for the fireplace, you found the rooms empty. "I think he's in the pool," Yunho states.

Oh, yeah. The massive pool. You almost forgot about it. "Should we join him?"

Yunho shrugs, taking off his tee. "I was going to, anyway. You get changed, I'll be waiting," he smiled, kissing your cheek as he made his way downstairs where the tub and his friend was.

You gulp nervously. You had packed a swimsuit, having heard from your boyfriend that the cabin had a pool. But after the incident of last night added with Jongho's elusive behavior, you felt a bit awkward.

Sighing deeply, you reluctantly got dressed. As you made your way downstairs, you could hear the boys chatting about something. "hey, guys," you called out softly as you walked down the stairs, hands clutching tightly on the towel that was wrapped around your body.

Jongho watched as you slowly dropped the towel to the ground, unveiling your body to their eyes. "Hey baby," Yunho grins, his hands immediately finding your waist. "Looking breathtaking as ever," he exclaims kissing your neck. "Right, Jongho?"

The younger one felt his breath hitch at his hyung's question. Having known you for as long as you've been together with his bandmate, he was guilty to admit that he found himself fisting his cock to an innocent selfie of you with your boyfriend standing right beside you.

He couldn't help but imagine what your lips must taste like. Do they taste like the strawberry lip balm you always wore? Or what your soft hands would feel against his hard cock. And seeing you here, with two pieces of flimsy cloths, he was having a very hard time calming himself.

"Y-yes," he stutters, looking away from you.

"Thanks," you mutter under your breath. Yunho pulls you by the waist, whispering something in your ear. You look at him with wide eyes, but you couldn't help the thrill that you felt. "Go on, baby," Yunho pushes you gently towards Jongho, who was lost in his own mind, staring off into the void.

''Jong," You start, eyes flickering to his and back to the water. "Can you message my shoulders? Please?" You give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. "Yunho's hands are aching, you see..."

Jongho gulps thickly, nodding. "A-alright." He stands behind you, thick fingers carefully making their way to your shoulder blades. Aside from the fact that this is your boyfriend's evil plan, you have to admit, Jongho is skillful in the way he messages your wet shoulders as if he had some professional experience.

"A bit to the side," You mumble, eyes closed. Jongho's breath hitches as he positions his hands to your preference, your bikini top the only obstacle between your hot skin and his palm. "Mmm," you moan, rolling your head to the side. "Lower."

Jongho glances at Yunho nervously. "B-but, Y/n," he starts catching the older man smiling mischievously. "Hyung-" he looks to the side to see Yunho already making his way to the both of you.

"Oh, stop being a pussy, Jongho," Yunho scoffs, watching you turn around with an alluring smile, pressing your body against the younger male. "Pretty girl wants your touch. You really wanna miss out on this golden opportunity?"

Absolutely not. "Fuck," he breathed before Jongho pulls you close by the back of your head, pressing his lips to yours. Teeth clanking as he messily shoves his tongue down your throat, hands cupping your face as if you'd fade, as if he's dreaming.

"Damn boy," Yunho remarks as he watches his beloved girlfriend kiss his friend, his cock growing hard. "Been waiting for this moment, huh?"

Jongho breathes heavily against your lips as you part, your head resting on his shoulder, mind hazy with the lack of oxygen. "Longer than you know, hyung."

Yunho smirks proudly. "Let's give pretty slut what she wants, yeah?" You barely have time to register what he said as the two men carry you to the edge of the pool, setting you down on the concrete.

Yunho skillfully unties your bikini top, letting the garment float on the water before you. "My fucking god," You hear Jongho exclaim, hands twitching by his side for just a touch.

"He can touch, can't he, love?"

You nod eagerly, even going as far as to take Jongho hand and place it on your breasts. "Feels nice?" You question with a giggle, enjoying the way Jongho's eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat.

It takes him a second to recover from his initial shock, playing with your mounds with a playful grin on his face. "You get to hold them everyday, hyung?" Yunho laughs, nodding his head. "Lucky."

You giggle, kissing your boyfriend. Yunho's mouth latches onto your bud, his hand snaking around your waist, pinching the skin. Jongho mirrors his action, latching onto your other breasts, sucking with relish. You moan, hands cradling their faces, holding them close. "Mm, fuck," you moan as Jongho bites down on your sensitive bud. "Tease," you giggle.

Jongho's the first one to part, eyes boring into yours as he palms his cock. "Let me help, jong," you smile, leaning down as he pulls his swim trunks down, his cock hitting his abdomen. "Hard just from sucking on tits?" Yunho mutters against your skin. "Pussy."

You giggle, rubbing the tip of Jongho's cock, the man's eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Try touching the girl who you fucked yourself to the pictures of for the first time, hyung," he grumbles. "You'd know then. Also, I can see you literally poking through your shorts!"

Yunho laughs as he finally parts, licking his lips. "Good call, man," he smirks, pulling you to stand in the pool.

You run your hand along Jongho's cock, eliciting a moan from the moan. "So thick," you mutter, blush creeping onto your cheeks. Yunho setteles behind you, running his cock along your ass. You moan, stroking Jongho faster. "Fuck, Y/n," the man groans, holding your wrist. "Wanna come inside you," he whispers lowly, rubbing his cock against your pussy.

As the men grind against you, your head lolls back against Yunho's shoulder, moans uncontrollably falling from your lips. "No more," you whine, thrusting your pussy against Jongho's cock. "Need you. Two."

"Make my girl happy, got it, maknae?"

Jongho smirks, aligning himself with your cunt as Yunho does his with your back. "On it, boss," he bites his lips.

You almost float to the surface as the men enter you simultaneously, filling you to the brim. "Fuck!" You scream, gripping onto Jongho's shoulder for support, Yunho's lips kissing the back of your neck. "Shh, shh," he coos. "We'll move when you're ready, love."

Jongho kisses his way to your jaw, nibbling on the skin gently. "So pretty," he mumbles against your skin.

Both of them want nothing more than to thrust into you, cock so hard inside that it is physically hurting them. Yunho watches as you get accustomed to both of them, nodding slowly. "M-move," you stutter. "Slowly!"

Yunho chuckles, thrusting into you first, followed by Jongho who's a groaning, whimpering mess. "So tight," he rasps, holding you flush against him.

"You like it baby?" Yunho asks, thrusting deeper into you. "Two cocks filling you at the same time? Does it make my slut happy?" He grins widely when you nod, yelling a quick "Yes!"

Unable to hold himself, zJongho thrusts in tandem with his hyung, making your mind grow hazy as the two thrusts into you at a breakii=ng pace. "Please, please, please!" You yell, feeling the coil tighten as your high approaches. "Please, what, love?" Yunho tuts, biting your skin.

"Use your words, pretty," Jongho adds with a smirk.

"Come, wanna come!" You whine, hands flying to Jongho's hair.

As Yunho holds you down, he bites your ear, nibbling with the lobe. "Then come."

And you do. Hard. Your release covers Jongho's cock as he fucks you through your high, stabilizing your overstimulated body. "Close too, hung," he groans.

'Let's fill our slut together, okay?" your boyfriend's voice is distant as they use your body as their personal fleshlight, filling you to the brim at the same time, their release spilling out of your twitching holes.

The men stay like that for a while, riding out their highs. "Baby, Y/n," Yunho gently slaps your cheeks, bringing you back. He smiles as you open your eyes dreamily. "You were so good for us, baby," he says as he gets out of the pool with you in his arms.

"One of the best I've had!" You hear Jongho scream from the side, making you giggle.

"Rest alright?" Yunho kisses your cheek. "We'll clean you up."

And you close your eyes again, knowing your boyfriend and his friend will take the utmost care of you.

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[yun-fangz]

Thank you so much for reblogging my story and your kind words! ❤️🥰

of course sweetpea 🫶🏽

[yun-fangz]

THIS WAS SO FUCKING CUTE IM IN LOVE.

i'm literally melting like—i'm falling for this man all over again

holy hell you have all my 10's.

When your grumpy-but-softhearted neighbor Jongho ends up saving your sick rescue dog, you don’t expect him to also slowly unravel every wall you’ve built around your heart. Between chaotic pets, piles of half-written manuscripts, and his quiet steadiness, it’s starting to feel like you might have found a home—not just across the street, but in him.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x FM!Reader

Trope: Grumpy × Sunshine, Neighbors to Lovers, Found Family Vibes

Genre: Slice of Life Romance, Fluff, Domesticity

Featuring: All of ATEEZ (with chaotic group energy), Y/N’s savage and bubbly best friends, a clingy rescue dog (Bailey), a menace turtle (Bean), and accidental family-building vibes

📝 Author’s Note:

🌸 Hi, friends! I can’t believe I hit 200 followers already���thank you so much for supporting my little corner of chaos and fluff 🥺💕 To celebrate, I wanted to share this upcoming story that’s been living rent-free in my head: a soft, slow-burn Jongho fic full of neighbors-to-lovers vibes, chaotic pets, and domestic moments that make my heart ache.

✨ If you’d like to be notified when I post updates or new stories, I’m starting a taglist! Just reply, reblog, or send me an ask to be added 🫶

Thank you again for being here. You’re the best 🐾💌

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

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The smell of grilled meat and charcoal smoke drifted over as you followed Hana and Sumin into Jongho’s backyard.

Bailey was trotting ahead on her leash, her tail wagging like she’d been invited personally.

And maybe she had.

The deck was alive with laughter and music—something upbeat and summery humming softly from a speaker tucked on a ledge. Eight pairs of eyes turned your way as you approached.

“Hey! You made it!” Yunho waved, his grin as warm as the string lights above him.

“Of course she did,” Wooyoung said with a dramatic sweep of his arm. “Who could resist? Burgers. Beer. Excellent company.” His eyes landed squarely on Sumin. “And speaking of excellent company—”

“Stop right there,” Sumin said, not even looking at him as she popped open a soda.

Wooyoung blinked. “What?”

“You’re about to flirt. Badly. Save us both the pain.”

Yeosang let out a strangled laugh. Mingi dropped his head onto the table, shaking with silent laughter.

“God.” San wheezed, clutching his stomach. “She didn’t even let him finish!”

“Efficient,” Seonghwa said with the faintest smile.

Wooyoung clutched his chest in mock agony. “I—this is an assassination of my charm in broad daylight!”

“Charm?” Sumin sipped her soda calmly. “You’ve mistaken persistence for personality.”

The collective gasp from the guys was so loud even Bailey froze.

“She’s a menace,” Mingi whispered reverently.

Meanwhile, Hana was completely oblivious.

She’d stopped mid-step, her gaze locked on Hongjoong.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, clutching your arm. “Who. Is. That.”

“That’s Hongjoong,” you whispered back, trying not to laugh.

“He’s perfect,” Hana whispered again, eyes wide like she’d just seen a Renaissance painting come to life.

Hongjoong, for his part, looked pleasantly confused. “Hi,” he said kindly. “Nice to meet you.”

Hana managed a strangled “Hi” before promptly hiding behind her cup of iced tea.

“Is this going to be a thing?” Yeosang murmured to Seonghwa, who only nodded solemnly.

Bailey had already settled between San and Mingi like she owned the deck.

“Look at this,” Mingi said, rubbing her belly. “We’ve been adopted.”

“She’s perfect,” San said in the same awed tone Hana had used for Hongjoong. “Can we keep her?”

“She’s mine,” you said with a laugh.

“Details.” San waved a hand dismissively.

You found a seat near Hana, watching as Sumin calmly dismantled Wooyoung’s every attempt at conversation.

“You know, I usually don’t work this hard,” Wooyoung was saying with a grin. “Most women find me irresistible by now.”

“Then I’m glad to be your first failure,” Sumin replied sweetly.

San actually fell out of his chair.

“I can’t breathe,” Yunho said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Stop encouraging her,” Wooyoung groaned.

“Never,” Seonghwa said with a tiny smile.

Amid the chaos, your eyes drifted to Jongho.

He was at the grill, moving with quiet precision as he flipped skewers and checked buns. Unlike the others, he wasn’t laughing or teasing—just calm, steady, his dark eyes occasionally scanning the group like he was quietly keeping things in balance.

Every now and then, his gaze flicked to you.

Not lingering. Not obvious. But enough for a strange, fluttery warmth to settle low in your stomach.

You looked away quickly, focusing on your drink.

“Y/N!” Hana said suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Did you know Hongjoong rescues stray cats?”

“It wasn’t that dramatic,” Hongjoong said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s very dramatic,” Hana insisted. “You climbed a tree. You could’ve died.”

Yeosang coughed into his fist. “It was a five-foot apple tree in Seonghwa’s backyard.”

“Details,” Hana said, waving him off.

As the table erupted again, you couldn’t help but laugh.

It was loud. Chaotic. A little overwhelming.

But it was warm.

Your friends were smiling. Bailey was happy. And for once, the world felt just… simple.

You didn’t realize Jongho had set down a fresh plate of burgers until he spoke.

“You should eat before they get cold.”

His voice was low, calm, and it startled you slightly.

You looked up to find him standing just a few feet away, holding out a plate.

“Thanks,” you said, your voice quieter than intended.

For a moment, his gaze held yours—steady, unreadable—before he turned back to the grill.

And you couldn’t shake the small, traitorous thought that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t quite as unaffected as he looked.

The night hummed with warmth and noise.

Bailey had claimed a spot at San’s feet, sprawled out on her back with her paws in the air, tail thumping lazily every time someone reached down to rub her belly.

“She’s got us wrapped around her paw,” San said fondly, scratching behind her ears.

“Speak for yourself,” Mingi replied, though his hand was already reaching for her belly again. “She clearly loves me most.”

“She’s smiling at me,” San countered.

Yeosang leaned back with a smirk. “She’s smiling because you’re feeding her scraps like a sucker.”

“She deserves them,” San said without hesitation.

At the far end of the table, Hana was trying valiantly to flirt with Hongjoong.

“So… you’re a producer? That’s… like, insanely cool. I mean, I can’t even play the triangle, and you’re out here saving the music industry.”

Hongjoong blinked, caught mid-sip of his drink.

“I—I don’t know about saving it,” he said with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, really,” Hana pressed, eyes bright. “Like… do you have any songs I’d know? Can I listen? Not that I’m, like, fangirling or anything.”

Seonghwa raised a brow, clearly trying not to laugh.

Yeosang muttered under his breath to Mingi, “She’s totally fangirling.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s planning their wedding in her head,” Mingi whispered back, grinning.

Hongjoong caught the murmur and flushed faintly, ducking his head as if studying his plate was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Sumin was dealing with Wooyoung.

“Alright,” he said, leaning back with all the confidence of a man who had just been roasted twice and learned nothing. “I’m sensing some chemistry here. You’re tough, I’m charming—it’s like opposites attract.”

Sumin glanced up briefly, her expression flat.

“The only thing you’re attracting is my secondhand embarrassment.”

The table exploded.

San wheezed, clutching his stomach.

“Oh my God—stop, I can’t breathe,” Yunho choked out.

“Even Seonghwa’s laughing,” Yeosang said, pointing at the eldest’s faintly twitching mouth.

“Brutal,” Mingi whispered reverently.

Wooyoung, undeterred, grinned wider.

“You know,” he said smoothly, “this whole dynamic—me chasing, you resisting—it’s kinda hot. Like, this is actually turning me on.”

San fell sideways out of his chair.

Yunho nearly sprayed his drink across the table.

“I’M—” Mingi slapped his thigh, tears streaming down his face. “I’m gonna die here.”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth,” Sumin said calmly, standing to get another soda. “Congratulations. You’ve disgusted me into dehydration.”

Wooyoung clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “WORTH IT.”

You were laughing so hard your cheeks hurt.

This whole thing was absurd—loud, chaotic, wildly inappropriate in moments—but it felt good.

Your friends were smiling. Bailey was in heaven. And Jongho’s friends… they were a mess, but in the warmest way.

Your eyes drifted to Jongho.

He stood near the grill, a steady presence in the storm of noise. Calm. Composed. Watching the group with that faint curve of his mouth that you were learning meant he was quietly amused.

And then his gaze flicked to you. Just for a moment.

It wasn’t intense or lingering—more like a soft check-in—but it sent a small, unexpected flutter through your chest all the same.

A cool breeze swept across the deck. You tugged your sleeves down reflexively, trying not to shiver.

“You’re cold.”

The voice made you glance up.

Jongho was holding out a pullover—gray, soft, faintly smelling of cedar and laundry soap.

“I’m fine,” you said automatically.

“Take it.”

His tone wasn’t forceful, but it didn’t invite argument either.

You hesitated before slipping it on. It was warm from his hands, the sleeves slightly long on you.

“Thanks,” you murmured, hugging it closer.

He nodded and returned to the grill without another word.

But when San caught sight of you in the sweater, his grin stretched wide.

“He gave you his sweater?!” he whispered loudly enough for half the table to hear.

You glared at him. “Don’t start.”

“Too late.” Mingi smirked.

As the night wore on, the group settled into smaller conversations, their laughter echoing softly under the string lights.

You noticed Jongho quietly stacking empty plates and cans at the edge of the table.

“I’ll help,” you offered, standing.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

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The others barely noticed as you slipped inside behind him, Bailey trotting lazily at your heels.

The kitchen was cooler, quieter, the faint scent of charcoal and cedar lingering in the air.

Jongho started rinsing plates. You grabbed a towel, falling easily into place beside him.

It wasn’t awkward—not exactly. But there was a quietness to it that felt… different.

Comfortable. A little fragile.

And as you passed him a clean plate, your fingers brushed his just briefly.

It shouldn’t have felt like anything.

But your heart did a small, traitorous skip anyway.

The laughter outside was still going strong—Mingi’s voice carrying above the rest, Hana’s high-pitched giggle, and Wooyoung’s exaggerated groan (probably at another Sumin roast).

But in here, the quiet felt thick and strangely comforting.

You handed Jongho another plate to rinse, watching as his hands moved with quiet efficiency.

“You’re always so calm,” you said softly before you could stop yourself.

His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t look up. “What do you mean?”

“Just… nothing seems to rattle you.” You twisted the towel in your hands. “Even with all that chaos out there. Or my chaos.”

“You’re not chaos,” he said simply.

You huffed a laugh. “My house looks like a zoo most days. My life too.”

“Still not chaos.”

Your head tilted slightly. “Then what am I?”

He paused, setting a clean plate on the rack.

“You’re…” His voice was quieter now. “Kind. Funny. Loud, sometimes—but not in a bad way. You care about everything too much. The people. The animals. Even your stubborn turtle.”

You blinked, warmth creeping up your neck.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

It was thick, charged somehow, as his dark eyes lifted to meet yours.

Your hands brushed briefly over a fork. His fingers were warm, steady.

You didn’t move. Neither did he.

It was only a second, but it felt long enough for your heart to stumble.

And then Bailey sneezed.

The sound was so sudden and loud in the quiet kitchen that you jumped, nearly dropping the towel.

She’d wiggled her way between you, nosing at Jongho’s leg for attention.

He huffed a soft laugh, crouching to scratch behind her ears.

“You’re not subtle, are you?” he murmured to her.

You bent down too, rubbing Bailey’s head. “She doesn’t like being left out.”

“She’s smarter than she lets on,” Jongho said, his voice so close now you could feel the warmth of it in the air.

When you looked up, your faces were barely a foot apart.

For a second, it felt like the world had gone still again—just you, him, and Bailey’s happy tail thumping against the tile.

Then the sound of laughter and clinking bottles outside snapped you both out of it.

Jongho straightened first, setting the last plate on the rack.

“You should get back out there,” he said gently.

“Yeah,” you said, still a little breathless. “I guess I should.”

But as you turned, the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

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The deck was quieter now.

The girls had gone back next door, their laughter trailing faintly on the summer air. The plates were cleared, the music turned down. All that remained was the low hum of conversation and the occasional pop of embers from the grill.

Jongho sat back in his chair, one hand wrapped around a bottle of water, letting the others’ voices wash over him.

“So.” Wooyoung broke the silence with a grin. “Are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Yunho asked, though the curve of his mouth said he already knew.

“The girls,” Wooyoung said gleefully. “Obviously.”

“I think Hana’s in love,” San said, grinning.

“With Hongjoong,” Mingi added, barely suppressing a laugh. “You could feel the heart eyes from here.”

Hongjoong flushed faintly, staring into his drink like it held answers. “She was… nice.”

“Nice?” Yeosang raised a brow. “She was two seconds away from proposing.”

Seonghwa smiled, shaking his head.

“And Sumin…” Wooyoung leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh. “What a woman. The fire. The attitude. I’m telling you—she’s playing hard to get.”

“She’s playing ‘not interested,’” Yeosang said bluntly.

“That’s what makes it fun,” Wooyoung countered, undeterred.

“Fun for who?” Yunho asked, trying not to laugh.

“Me, obviously.”

San snorted. “She roasted you so hard even Bailey winced.”

As they laughed, Jongho stayed quiet.

He could still hear Y/N’s laugh from earlier, soft and unguarded. Still see her in his sweater, the sleeves a little too long, her hair catching in the glow of the string lights.

He shouldn’t have offered it. It wasn’t necessary.

But he couldn’t stop himself.

“You’ve been quiet,” Wooyoung said suddenly, narrowing his eyes like a cat ready to pounce.

“I usually am,” Jongho replied evenly, taking a sip of water.

“Yeah, but this quiet? That means something.”

“Leave him alone,” Seonghwa said gently, though his lips twitched like he wasn’t entirely innocent of curiosity.

“She’s nice,” Jongho said finally.

“Oh no,” Mingi whispered dramatically, leaning into San. “He’s doing the thing.”

“What thing?” Jongho asked flatly.

“The thing where you get all mysterious and broody because you secretly like her,” San said with a mock-serious nod. “Don’t fight it, hyung. We’ve seen this movie before.”

Wooyoung gasped, slapping his thigh. “He’s gone full golden retriever boyfriend in denial mode.”

“I’m not,” Jongho said, his voice calm as ever.

But inside?

He wasn’t so sure.

She was kind. Loud in a way that wasn’t grating, just… alive. Always quick to laugh. Always looking at the world like it was something worth saving—even the small, broken parts no one else noticed.

And her chaos?

It didn’t bother him. Not even a little.

In fact, if he was honest…

He liked it.

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The smell of coffee filled the kitchen, warm and rich.

Hana was perched on the counter in an oversized T-shirt, swinging her legs lazily as she scrolled through her phone. Sumin sat at the table, hair pulled into a messy bun, sipping her coffee with the calm precision of someone who wouldn’t be fully awake for at least another hour.

Bailey was sprawled on the rug, tail giving the occasional lazy wag.

“You’ve been quiet,” Hana said, glancing up from her screen.

“I’m not quiet,” you said automatically, though your voice lacked conviction.

“You’re in your head,” Sumin observed without looking up. “Dangerous place to be.”

You wrapped your hands around your mug, the ceramic warm against your palms.

“I think…” You hesitated, words sticking for a moment.

Hana tilted her head, eyes sparkling like she already knew.

“I think I like Jongho,” you said softly.

There was a pause.

“FINALLY,” Hana squealed, nearly dropping her phone.

Sumin arched a brow, completely unbothered. “Wow. Shocker. We definitely didn’t see that coming when you wore his sweater home last night.”

Your cheeks burned. “It’s not like that. I mean—it’s not anything.”

“Yet,” Hana corrected with a grin. “But it could be. I mean, did you see the way he looked at you when he gave you that sweater?”

“That wasn’t a look,” you muttered.

“That was absolutely a look,” Hana said firmly.

“Don’t overthink it,” Sumin added. “Just… see where it goes. Worst case, you have a hot vet neighbor who helps with your pets. Best case…” She shrugged. “You get to kiss the hot vet neighbor.”

Hana clapped her hands. “Oh my God. You’re totally going to kiss him!”

You buried your face in your hands.

“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Nope. You should’ve said it sooner,” Sumin said calmly, sipping her coffee. “Welcome to your main character era, Y/N.”

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The house felt too quiet.

It had been a week since Hana and Sumin left. Without their laughter and teasing filling the rooms, the silence settled over you like a heavy blanket.

Not that you had time to dwell on it. Your laptop was open on the kitchen table, tabs multiplying by the hour. Emails blinked angrily. Your editor’s last message sat unread in your inbox—“Just checking in. How’s the manuscript?”—as though a polite subject line could disguise the urgency.

Your hands hovered uselessly over the keyboard.

Bailey was curled up in her corner, watching you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“We’ll go out in a bit, okay?” you murmured, your voice tight even to your own ears.

Later, you did take her out.

She trotted along the sidewalk, slower than usual but still wagging her tail. You blamed the heat, told yourself she was just tired.

But two hours later, something felt… wrong.

Bailey hadn’t moved.

“Hey, lazy girl.” You forced a smile as you crossed the room. “You’re not even going to beg for a snack?”

No response.

Your stomach twisted.

She was lying in the corner, head down, eyes half-closed.

“Bailey?”

Still nothing. Not even a flicker of her tail.

Panic slammed into you like a wave. You dropped to your knees, fumbling to check her. Her body was warm—too warm—and when you touched her side, she let out the faintest whimper.

Your fingers went to her gums. Pale.

Too pale.

You snatched up your phone, scrolling with shaking hands.

It rang once. Twice.

“Y/N?”

His voice was calm, steady. The sound nearly broke you.

“Jongho—” Your words tumbled out in a rush. “It’s Bailey. She’s not moving—she’s warm and her gums—they’re pale and—”

“Y/N.” His tone was firm but gentle. “Breathe.”

You sucked in air that felt sharp and too thin.

“Good. I’m coming over. I’ll be there in five minutes. Don’t move her.”

“But—”

“Five minutes,” he repeated, and then the line went dead.

You sat on the floor next to Bailey, stroking her head with trembling fingers, whispering over and over, “You’re okay, baby girl. You’re okay.”

The knock on your door was quick, sharp, and sent your already racing heart into overdrive.

You flung it open to find Jongho standing there in his scrubs, a stethoscope still around his neck. His hair was slightly mussed, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp.

“Where is she?”

“Here,” you said hoarsely, stepping aside.

He crossed the room in two long strides, dropping to his knees beside Bailey.

His hands moved with quiet precision, checking her pulse, her gums, palpating her stomach.

“Is she—” Your voice cracked.

“Let me check first.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but it brooked no argument.

Seconds stretched into hours as you watched him work.

Finally, he looked up.

“Her stomach’s bloated and hard. I think it’s a gastric torsion—her stomach’s twisted. She needs surgery immediately.”

Your breath hitched. “Oh my God.”

“She’s stable for now, but we have to go. Right now.”

You nodded, though your legs felt like lead.

“Can I—can I come with you?”

“Of course.” His voice softened. “Help me lift her.”

Together, you carried Bailey carefully out to Jongho’s car. The weight of her limp body in your arms made your chest ache.

Jongho settled her gently in the back seat. “Sit with her. Keep talking to her. Let her hear your voice.”

You climbed in without hesitation, cradling Bailey’s head in your lap as Jongho slid into the driver’s seat.

The engine started with a low growl, and then you were moving.

Bailey’s breaths were shallow against your thigh. You stroked her fur, whispering broken words.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. You���re gonna be okay. Jongho’s gonna fix you.”

“She can hear you,” Jongho said from the front, his voice steady. “Keep talking. It helps.”

You nodded, tears blurring your vision.

The world outside blurred as Jongho took corners faster than usual, his hands steady on the wheel. His jaw was tight, but his voice when he spoke was calm.

“She’s strong,” he said quietly. “We’re going to help her.”

You held onto those words like a lifeline.

By the time the clinic came into view, your palms were damp from gripping Bailey’s paw.

As Jongho parked, he was already reaching for the back door.

“I’ll carry her,” he said.

You scrambled out, following close behind as he lifted Bailey effortlessly and strode toward the clinic doors.

The faint scent of antiseptic hit you like a wave as you stepped inside.

“Y/N, wait here.” His voice was gentle but firm. “I’ll get her settled and then come talk to you.”

You nodded, hugging your arms tight around your middle as you watched him disappear through the swinging doors with Bailey in his arms.

The waiting room was empty. Too quiet.

And all you could do was stand there, your heart pounding, whispering the same words over and over.

“Please be okay.”

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The steady beeping of the monitor filled the small recovery room.

Bailey’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her small body swaddled in blankets with the IV line steady and secure.

Jongho stood for a long moment, arms crossed, watching.

She’d made it through surgery. The torsion was corrected. But his mind wouldn’t let him relax—not yet.

“The next 24 hours are critical,” he said quietly to Seojin, his assistant.

“I’ll stay with her, doctor.”

He nodded once. “Call me if anything changes.”

The waiting room was still when he stepped through the doors.

Y/N sat curled up in a chair, her sweater sleeves pulled over her hands. She looked up, eyes wide and red-rimmed, her expression fragile.

“She’s stable,” Jongho said softly. “The surgery went well. But the next 24 hours are going to be critical.”

She blinked quickly, swallowing hard. “She’s… she’s okay for now?”

“Yes. She’s resting. She’ll be monitored all night.”

The breath she let out shook.

“Thank you,” she whispered, hugging her arms tighter.

The drive back was quiet.

Y/N sat in the passenger seat, her knees pulled up slightly, her gaze distant.

“She’s strong,” Jongho said after a moment. “You’ve given her every reason to fight.”

Her lips quirked faintly—too tired for a smile, but trying. “I hope so.”

At her doorstep, she hesitated.

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

“Would it… be weird if I asked you to stay? Just for a little while. I don’t think I can…” Her voice caught. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Not weird,” he said quietly. “I’ll stay.”

Later, they sat on her couch, the TV murmuring softly in the background.

Y/N was curled under a blanket, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her thumb against the fabric.

She broke the silence first.

“Do you… want to know how I got Bailey?”

His eyes shifted to her. “Only if you want to tell me.”

“She was my first rescue,” Y/N said softly. “I found her in the rain as a puppy. She was so small and sick. The shelter said she probably wouldn’t make it, but… I couldn’t leave her.”

Her fingers tightened slightly on the blanket.

“Then there’s Pip. He fell out of a nest in my parents’ backyard. I hand-fed him until he was strong enough to fly again, but… he never left. Mochi was abandoned in an apartment when her owners moved. I couldn’t believe someone could just—walk away like that.”

She let out a faint laugh, though her eyes glistened.

“And Bean…”

Jongho tilted his head slightly. “The turtle?”

She nodded, smiling now—soft and fond. “Yeah. Someone dumped him in a park pond. He’s stubborn as hell. I had to build a special enclosure because he kept escaping.”

A small huff of amusement escaped Jongho before he could stop it.

“Bean sounds… determined.”

“Bean is a menace,” she said with a shaky laugh. “But he’s my menace.”

As she spoke, Jongho listened quietly, his gaze steady.

This was Y/N—messy, chaotic, loud sometimes, but so full of stubborn care she didn’t know how to turn it off.

“You take in everyone else’s lost causes,” he said softly.

Her shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “Maybe I just… don’t like letting things go.”

The quiet settled between them like a warm blanket.

The movie played on, forgotten. Bailey’s absence pressed heavy on the air, but Jongho’s steady presence anchored her.

The movie flickered quietly in the dark room, casting soft light across the couch.

When it started, Y/N sat curled up on one end, her knees drawn under the blanket. Jongho had taken the other, giving her space.

But somewhere between the opening credits and the halfway mark, space had disappeared.

He wasn’t sure when it happened—maybe when she’d shifted to rest her head more comfortably. Maybe when her knee brushed his and she didn’t pull away.

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Now she was tucked into his side, her head resting lightly against his shoulder.

Jongho stayed still, his arm draped across the back of the couch. He told himself it didn’t mean anything. She was exhausted, emotional. She needed comfort.

But her warmth seeped into him anyway, settling deep in his chest.

His eyes flicked down once.

Her lashes rested softly against her cheeks. Her breathing had evened out, slow and steady.

Endearing. That was the word that came to mind.

Dangerous, a quieter part of him whispered.

The movie’s credits rolled in soft flickers of light across the living room.

Y/N shifted beside him, blinking herself awake with a little gasp.

“Oh—I didn’t mean to…” she mumbled, sitting up quickly. “I should… I should let you go. It’s late.”

She tugged at the blanket wrapped around her legs, trying to stand.

But her foot caught in the fabric.

“Wait—”

Before Jongho could react, she stumbled forward—

—and landed squarely in his lap.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she scrambled to get up, face flushed crimson.

“Oh my God—I’m so sorry! I wasn’t—I didn’t mean—”

“Y/N.”

His voice was quiet. Almost gentle.

She froze, her wide eyes meeting his.

“You’re fine,” he said softly, his fingers finding her waist—not pulling her closer, not letting her go either.

The air between them felt suddenly heavier. Charged.

Jongho’s gaze dropped—just for a second—to her lips.

“You’re…” The word caught in his throat, quieter than a whisper.

“Endearing.”

And before he could stop himself, before he could second-guess—

He leaned in.

His lips brushed hers.

Soft. Hesitant. Almost questioning.

Y/N didn’t pull away.

So he kissed her again—this time slower, deeper, like the answer was already there.

And in that fragile, electric stillness, the world outside disappeared.

His lips brushed hers—soft, tentative, like he wasn’t sure he’d imagined her warmth until now.

For half a second, time held still.

Y/N didn’t pull away.

So he kissed her again.

Deeper this time. Slower. His hand slid instinctively to the back of her neck, fingers curling in her hair as though he’d been holding back this exact urge for weeks.

Her breath hitched, her hands tightening in his shirt.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless.

Y/N blinked, wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted.

“I—”

“Sorry,” Jongho said quietly, though his thumb brushed her cheek before he could stop it. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t.” Her voice trembled.

For a beat, they stared at each other, both frozen in the moment’s fragile weight.

And then—

Y/N moved first.

It wasn’t intentional—more like instinct, like she didn’t want the connection to end. She leaned forward, hesitating only a fraction before their lips met again.

This kiss was different.

Hungrier. Messier.

Jongho’s hand tightened on her waist as her fingers fisted in his sweater, pulling him closer. The blanket still tangled around her legs shifted uselessly as they pressed closer together, both clinging like they didn’t want to think about what this meant—only how it felt.

Warm. Breathless. Like falling.

When they finally broke apart again, they didn’t move right away.

Their foreheads rested together, breathing ragged in the quiet room.

Neither spoke.

Because there were no words yet.

Their foreheads rested together, both of them breathing hard, as though they’d been holding their breath for weeks and finally let it out all at once.

The TV screen had gone dark. The room felt impossibly still, like it was holding ist own breath too.

Jongho’s thumb brushed her cheek once, slow and hesitant, before he caught himself and let his hand drop.

They didn’t speak.

There weren’t words for this—not yet.

So they stayed like that for a moment longer, caught between the pull to move closer and the sudden awareness of how dangerous that would be.

Finally, Jongho exhaled and shifted slightly, his hands sliding back to rest on his knees.

“I should…” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “I should get home.”

Y/N nodded, her fingers tightening in the blanket around her legs.

“Right. Of course.”

They both stood, too quickly, like the movement might shake off the charge still lingering between them.

Jongho rubbed the back of his neck, gaze flicking to her and then away. “Thanks for… the movie.”

She let out a faint, shaky laugh. “Yeah. Sure. Anytime.”

At the door, he hesitated.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jongho.”

His eyes lingered on her for half a second longer than they should have before he finally turned and stepped into the night.

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You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the blanket pulled up to your chin.

Your body still felt warm in all the places his hands had been.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t mean for it to happen.

But the way his lips had felt—soft and searching, the way his hands had steadied you like he didn’t want to let go—

You pressed your palms over your face, groaning softly.

What the hell just happened?

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Across the street, Jongho lay stiff in his own bed, staring at the faint shadows on the ceiling.

His fingers flexed against the sheets, remembering the way her hair had felt against his palm.

It was a mistake. He didn’t want her to feel pressured because of Bailey.

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

But every time he closed his eyes, he could still feel the shape of her lips against his.

And God help him—

He wanted to feel it again.

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The message from Jongho was short.

“She’s better. You can take her home.”

That was it. No greeting, no emoji, no warmth.

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, hesitating.

Thanks. Be there soon.

You hit send and stared at the screen for a moment longer before tucking your phone into your bag.

The clinic was quiet when you arrived, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to the air.

You’d expected to see Jongho—half-hoped for it, though you weren’t sure why.

Instead, it was Yunho behind the counter, his warm smile easing the knot in your chest.

“Y/N! Good timing.”

“Hey,” you said softly, glancing around. “Is Jongho here?”

“He’s in back,” Yunho replied easily. “Finishing up with another patient.”

“Oh.”

Something in your chest tightened—something you couldn’t name.

“Come on. I’ll get Bailey for you.”

A few minutes later, Bailey came trotting out from behind the counter, tail wagging weakly but happily.

“Hey, sweet girl!” you whispered, dropping to your knees as she licked your face. Relief washed over you like a tide.

“She’s still a little groggy from the meds,” Yunho said gently. “But she’s strong. Just like her mom.”

You smiled faintly. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Of course.” Yunho’s gaze lingered for a moment, thoughtful in a way that made you self-conscious.

“Tell Jongho… I said thanks too?” you added hesitantly.

“I will.”

You weren’t sure why his smile felt knowing.

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Yunho watched Y/N leave, Bailey trotting by her side.

She’d smiled when she saw Bailey. But there’d been a flicker of something else when she asked about Jongho.

And Jongho…

He hadn’t come out once.

Yunho had known Jongho long enough to recognize it—whatever this was between him and Y/N, it wasn’t simple.

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The guys were laughing, chopsticks clinking against bowls as the restaurant hummed with life.

Jongho sat quietly at the end of the table, swirling his glass of water without really drinking.

“So how’s Bailey?” Wooyoung asked around a mouthful of noodles.

“She went home today,” Jongho said simply.

“That’s good,”

There was a beat of silence.

“By the way,” Yunho added casually, “what was that today?”

Jongho’s eyes flicked up. “What?”

“With Y/N,” Yunho said, tone calm but sharp enough to cut through the noise. “You didn’t even come out to say hi. She looked… confused.”

Seven pairs of eyes turned to Jongho.

“Wait. What happened?” San asked, grinning.

“Yeah, spill,” Wooyoung added. “Did something happen?”

Jongho didn’t answer right away.

“We kissed.”

The words were quiet but landed like a bomb.

“You WHAT?!” Wooyoung nearly choked.

San slammed a hand on the table. “NO WAY.”

Even Seonghwa’s brow lifted slightly in surprise.

“It wasn’t planned,” Jongho said calmly, though his thumb rubbed the edge of his glass like he couldn’t stop. “It just… happened.”

“And now you’re avoiding her?” Yeosang asked, tilting his head.

“I’m… giving her space.”

“Or you’re giving yourself space,” Yunho said quietly.

Jongho’s jaw tightened.

Maybe it was both.

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Bailey was asleep in her bed, her breathing soft and even.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t sat still in hours.

Every time you tried to read, your eyes drifted to the door. Every time you picked up your phone, your thumb hovered over Jongho’s name.

He’d kissed you. Twice.

And now he was acting like nothing happened.

What if it was a mistake to him?

What if you’d imagined the warmth in his hands, the way his thumb brushed your cheek like he didn’t want to let go?

The thought made your stomach twist painfully.

You saw the porch light across the street flick on.

He was home.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you slipped on a hoodie, clipped Bailey’s leash—though she barely lifted her head—and whispered, “We’re just walking, baby. Don’t worry.”

Your heart hammered as you crossed the street.

You stood at his door for a moment, fists clenched at your sides.

You could still turn back. Pretend you were just out for a walk.

But your hand lifted and knocked before you could stop it.

The door opened.

Jongho stood there, wearing a soft gray T-shirt and sweatpants, hair slightly mussed like he’d run a hand through it.

“Y/N.”

There was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

“Hi,” you said, voice smaller than you intended.

“Is Bailey okay?” he asked gently, his gaze flicking to the sleepy dog at your side.

“She’s fine,” you said quickly. “I—I’m not here about Bailey.”

A beat of silence stretched between you.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Your words came out in a rush, almost trembling.

“About that night. About us. About what happened.”

Jongho’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak.

“And I get it if it was a mistake. If you didn’t mean to—if you regret it. But I can’t…” You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.”

For a long moment, he said nothing.

The quiet pressed in like a weight.

And then—

“Come in.”

His voice was quiet, but there was no hesitation.

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The knock at his door startled him.

For a moment, Jongho considered not answering. His chest still felt heavy from the restless thoughts that had been chasing him all evening.

But then he heard her voice, soft and hesitant.

“Jongho?”

And suddenly, there was no question.

He opened the door to find her standing there in an oversized hoodie, hair mussed from the wind, Bailey blinking groggily at her side.

“Y/N.”

Her name felt unfamiliar in his mouth—like something precious he’d been avoiding for too long.

“Hi.” Her voice was small, her fingers twisting the edge of Bailey’s leash.

“Is Bailey okay?” he asked quickly, his gaze flicking to the dog.

“She’s fine,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “I—I’m not here about Bailey.”

Those words hit harder than he expected.

“I see.”

He stepped aside.

“Come in.”

She hovered just inside his living room, hugging her arms around herself. He didn’t move far from the door, unsure if he should close it or leave her an easy way out.

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Then she took a deep, shaky breath.

“Look, I…” Her voice wavered. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About that night.”

Jongho’s throat tightened. He stayed quiet.

“You kissed me. I kissed you back. And then—” Her hands flailed slightly before dropping to her sides. “And then you went quiet. You didn’t even bring Bailey out yourself today. You just…”

She trailed off, her lips pressing together.

“I get it if it was a mistake to you. If you regret it. But I can’t—I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

Her chest rose and fell quickly now, her words tumbling faster.

“And maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe I read into it too much, but I can’t—”

Her voice broke, and she squeezed her eyes shut like she could will the rest of the words away.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Because I like you.”

Silence.

The words seemed to hang in the air between them, fragile and trembling.

Jongho’s heart thudded painfully in his chest.

She liked him.

She liked him.

And here he was, standing there like a fool, too still, too quiet.

The weight of her words lingered in the air like smoke.

I like you.

He hadn’t let himself imagine hearing those words—not from her.

But now they were here, fragile and trembling on her lips, and he didn’t know how to breathe around them.

“Y/N,” he said again, softer this time.

Her eyes were wide, uncertain, her hands twisted in her hoodie sleeves like she was holding herself together by a thread.

“I don’t regret it.”

Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching.

“I never regretted it.”

He took a careful step forward. Her gaze stayed locked on his, but her chest rose and fell faster now, like she was fighting to keep up.

“I pulled back because…” His fingers flexed at his side. “I didn’t want to push you. I wasn’t sure how you felt. And I didn’t want you to think…”

His brow furrowed faintly. “I didn’t want you to think I wanted something from you just because of Bailey.”

Her shoulders slumped, her hands tightening into fists.

“You’re infuriating,” she whispered, a small, shaky laugh breaking out of her. “Do you know that?”

A breath of amusement left him. “I’ve been told.”

He lifted a hand slowly, his fingers grazing her arm, then her shoulder.

“Y/N.”

She stilled under his touch, lips parting in a soft inhale.

His thumb brushed along her jawline, tentative, reverent.

“If you don’t want this… tell me to stop.”

She didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t pull away.

So he kissed her.

This kiss was nothing like the first—no frantic need, no clumsy urgency.

It was slow. Careful. His thumb brushed her cheek as his lips pressed to hers like he was memorizing the feel of her.

And when she melted into him—fingers clutching the front of his shirt like she couldn’t help it—his composure fractured completely.

His other hand slid to her waist, holding her gently but firmly as he deepened the kiss, tasting her soft sigh.

He’d spent days trying not to think about this. About her.

And now he couldn’t think of anything else.

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The moment his lips left yours, you weren’t breathless because of surprise.

You were breathless because you didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands still fisted in his shirt, holding him like he might disappear if you let go.

There wasn’t fear. Not of him.

He felt steady, grounding, his thumb brushing soft arcs along your jaw as his forehead rested lightly against yours.

But deep down, a different kind of turmoil twisted in your chest.

Because this was real.

Real in a way you hadn’t let yourself want in years.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, your voice sure even as your pulse thundered.

He exhaled, a sound that made something in your chest ache, and his lips found yours again—slower now, unhurried, like there was no rush anymore.

And still, your thoughts wouldn’t quiet.

This isn’t like before.

This isn’t someone leaving because of your messy house or the animals or your chaos.

This is Jongho.

And for the first time in a long time, that thought felt terrifying and safe all at once.

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Y/N’s breathing was still uneven, her eyes wide but steady as she held his gaze.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with certainty.

Something in Jongho’s chest loosened—like a knot he hadn’t realized he’d been holding for weeks finally gave way.

He pulled back just enough to study her face, his thumb brushing softly along her jaw.

“I like you too,” he said quietly.

Her breath caught. “You… do?”

“For weeks now,” he admitted. “Probably longer. I just didn’t let myself see it at first.”

She blinked, her brows furrowing as though she was trying to reconcile the words with the man she thought she knew.

“But… are you sure?” she asked softly. “About me? About—” She gestured helplessly at herself. “All of this? The mess, the animals, the late-night writing sprints, the chaos…”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he shook his head—not in disagreement, but in quiet amusement.

“I think my life became a little too quiet,” Jongho said. “Too predictable. I like order… but maybe I didn’t realize how much I needed a little disorder.”

His thumb brushed her cheekbone again, lingering there like he wasn’t ready to break the connection.

“Chaos sounds lovely. When it’s you.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, her lips parting, and for a moment Jongho worried he’d said too much.

But then she let out a shaky laugh, pressing a hand over her mouth.

“You’re ridiculous,” she whispered.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “But I mean it.”

They shifted slightly on the couch, knees bumping as they settled closer.

Bailey, still groggy from her meds, climbed onto the sofa and curled up at the other end, her head resting on her paws as she watched them with sleepy curiosity.

Jongho reached over absently to scratch behind her ears, his other hand still resting near Y/N’s on the cushion.

Y/N’s fingers brushed against his—tentative at first, then more sure as she slid her hand into his.

Their eyes met, and it felt like everything unspoken had condensed into this moment.

This time, when they leaned in, the kiss wasn’t hesitant.

It started slow—soft, lingering, their lips moving in quiet sync—but quickly deepened as days of tension and longing spilled over.

Y/N’s hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. Jongho’s hand slid to her jaw, then to her waist, anchoring her against him as he kissed her like he couldn’t get enough.

Bailey let out a faint sigh from her corner of the sofa, and Y/N broke the kiss just long enough to whisper a laugh against Jongho’s lips.

“She’s judging us.”

Jongho’s lips quirked faintly. “She’ll live.”

And then he kissed her again—deeper, slower, like they had all the time in the world.

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Six months.

Six months of Bailey and Bean slowly claiming Jongho’s house as their own.

Six months of waking up to the smell of cedar and coffee.

Six months of finding your sweaters in his closet and his T-shirts in your laundry basket.

And now you were here again—his backyard strung with warm fairy lights, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the summer air.

Hana was perched on the deck railing, laughing at something Hongjoong said. She leaned closer to him now, less shy than she used to be, her shoulder brushing his like it was natural.

Hongjoong’s ears were pink.

Wooyoung, meanwhile, was leaning against the table trying and failing to get Sumin’s attention.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked for the third time.

“No.”

“Do you want me to get you a plate—”

“No.”

“Do you want my undying devotion?”

Sumin took a long sip of her soda without looking at him. “Absolutely not.”

The table erupted in laughter.

“Wooyoung, give up already,” Mingi wheezed.

“Never,” Wooyoung declared dramatically, clutching his chest. “This is a love story for the ages.”

Bailey trotted between Yunho and San, tail wagging happily as she scored bits of chicken from both of them.

“Traitor,” you muttered fondly, watching her flop at Jongho’s feet a moment later.

As the evening wound down, people drifted inside. Sumin and Wooyoung were still bickering (or flirting—it was hard to tell anymore). Hana and Hongjoong disappeared somewhere with plates of fruit.

You and Jongho ended up in the kitchen, rinsing dishes in companionable silence.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, his voice soft.

You looked up from where you were stacking glasses. “Yeah?”

His eyes met yours—calm, steady, but with a hint of something more.

“Why don’t you just move in?”

You blinked. “What?”

He gave a small shrug, setting a plate in the drying rack. “You’re here more than you’re not. The animals have already claimed the place. It feels like we’re living together anyway.”

You stared at him for a moment, your heart doing a strange little flip.

The thought didn’t scare you. Not the way it might have months ago.

Because he was right.

Your books were on his shelves.

Your mug was in his cabinet.

Bailey’s bed was in his living room.

It already felt like home.

A slow smile tugged at your lips.

“You really want all this chaos full time?” you teased.

His lips curved faintly.

“When it’s you? Yeah. I do.”

You shook your head, laughing softly as you stepped closer.

“I guess we’ll have to buy a bigger turtle tank.”

“Bean’s a menace, but fine,” Jongho said with mock resignation.

And then, because you couldn’t help it, you rose on your toes and kissed him—soft and lingering.

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Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

[yun-fangz]

Girl look at this⁉️

IM GONNA GIVE HIM HEAD TILL HE PASSES OUT PLEASE😫😫🫠

I SAW THE MIDDLE ONE 1?2&/$2)2?

i thought of that one tweet that goes "my hands literally on my bush rn" 💀 i need my hand on his bush NOWWWWW.

san has me a little (a lot) feral rn.......... idk what's in the air, maybe it's cuz it's his season but i've been plagued with an insane need for him..

[yun-fangz]

My brain is still not over the iyf mv🫠 maybe, I'll write a vampire!teez fic soon🤭

Just look at that man?? Lawd have MERCY🫠😫

AHEBWBEHWHEHWEHHEV

i'm 1000% sat for anything that comes out 😁😁😁😁😁

[yun-fangz]

i NEED this man.

Dilf! Jongho spearing you on his thick girthy cock while standing, your legs spread courtesy by his bulging arms, back sticky against his chest as he fucks you infront of a huge mirror

I'm holding your hand, a candle infront of us, 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

-⁉️anon

➯a/n: YOU KNOW WHAT ⁉️ ANON ?? YOU WANNA KNOW SMTHNG ?? you're so fucking real for this 😭😭 you're always speaking your mind and i gottaaaa respect that — big dick jongho truthers where are you !!!! just like nasty sang, i've been a dig ol bick jongho believer since i started this account 😩

hard hours 006:

dilf Jongho is a little bit feral

RATED XXXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Choi Jongho x fem reader

♫Over the Moon - The Marias♫

(>ᴗ•)genre: PURE SMUT.

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: BIG DICK JONGHO !!! LIKE... VERY LARGE. XXXXXL😋. unspecified age gap, mirror sex, sweaty nasty freaky but also lots of praise, clit play, multiple creampies, overstim, size difference, jongho breeding kink acting up again we can all thank bubbles for corrupting me with that idea, slight dacryphilia, lowkey body worship, talking you through it 🫠, gentle (?) manhandling if that makes sense, mentioned fingering and dildo use, pet names: (little, sweet, pretty, my) angel, girl, beautiful, momma / baby. jongho is a literal dilf and wants you to have his next baby <3

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18+.MINORS COVER YOUR EYES.

─..006.dilf.jongho.───

⊹ Your older boyfriend Jongho has two... I wouldn't say flaws, but I would say challenging aspects to him.

⟡ #1, he has an insane breeding kink. You can't even pass the baby section in stores without giving him baby fever. Every time you do something even remotely maternal, his brain is like "knock her up, yes?"

⊹ And #2, he has a fucking goliath cock. Almost scary. You have to be stretched out a good, long time before you brave taking it all.

⟡ Those two things shouldn't mix very well, but they really, really do —

By the time Jongho has you with your legs spread and hands against the wall, he's nearly gone insane. He wants to — he needs to bury himself inside of you and fill you with his cum.

He's been rock hard the entire time he's been fingering you, as he's been fucking you on a dildo to open you up for him so he can get as deep as possible. And he's refused to let you touch him, or even to touch himself, he always does.

He wants all of his cum inside of you. It's a waste otherwise.

"Deep breath, beautiful," he pants softly from behind you. He has one hand gripping the massive base of his cock and the other rubbing your back slowly; tracing the slope of it as you bend over.

It comes out as a puff on the mirror in front of you, your body so hot and worked up that it fogs the reflection. "Hurry up," you whine impatiently, watching him chew on his lip as he lines up with you. "Please, I'm ready- I'm so ready."

"You are? Not gonna cry this time?" He hums, slowly pushing his bulbous cock head into you and making your jaw hang as you gasp.

No matter how much he preps you, it's always a big stretch.

"N-no," you manage to huff as he inches forward. Every slow second is another inch of his mind-numbing girth carefully carving you out.

"Breathe," he reminds you as he watches your face closely in the mirror, and he chuckles quietly as you immediately let out the breath you had been holding; going on to pant and pout as you meet his eyes in the glass. "Need a break, a-"

"No, don't stop," you ramble quickly, "baby, I swear. If you don't put your cock all the way inside me right now I'm going to go on birth control-"

Your heavy breaths get caught in your throat as he all but slams into you, the small spark of pain is over powered quickly as he wraps his arm around you and reaches down; circling your clit slowly.

"D-don't-" He near whimpers, grinding his hips into your ass while your walls pulse and clench around him to try and accommodate his girth. "Don't even play around like that."

"Ffffuck — it worked, didn't it?" You laugh airily, pressing your head against the cool glass as you attempt to catch your breath.

He only groans in response, gripping your waist tightly. He can barely think with the way your pussy is clamped down on him; even after so much teasing and stretching. Your warm, soft walls massaging his cock with small twitches each time he swirls your clit the perfect way.

"So fucking tight, how can you even take it, angel?" He whispers against your shoulder, starting a gentle pace as he thrusts. "Take it so perfect... Like you were made to take me, take my cum."

"I w-was," you stutter as his fat girth slides in and out of your stretched hole slowly.

"You were?" He groans, sliding both of his hands up your waist and chest, all the way to your shoulders to pull you to stand up straight. "Fuck-" He grabs your shoulders tightly as he stares down at the reflection, "look at that~ Your little pussy is so stuffed-"

His eyes flutter shut and roll back into his head as his hips start thrusting with a mind of their own; slamming into your ass each time he bottoms out.

"Shit- fucking hell! Jongho!" You yell, trembling and grabbing at his arms as he continues to fuck you while standing you completely upright.

He doesn't even slow down when he cums, he just keeps pounding into you as his release forms a milky white ring around the base of his pistoning cock. "Oh, fuck," he moans with his jaw dropped, opening up his droopy eyes and scanning your body in the mirror. "So damn beautiful, taking me like this... can't wait t-to see you growing our babies. You'll be even prettier all round and swollen wi- fuck, fuck! You feel so good, you're trying to milk me, aren't you? You want all my cum?"

He's rambling himself right into another orgasm, and you right alongside him; practically shivering with the build up of pleasure. "Yes! Please, baby, please-" Your moans get cut off by a broken cry as he slides a hand down and grips your breast, squeezing it and throwing you straight in ecstasy.

The way your eyebrows bunch up and your legs tremble makes him fill you up all over again; the mixture of your arousal and his cum squelching lewdly.

His hips stutter, stilling against your backside as he grips you; pulling your sweaty back against his chest as he leans his head against yours. "I have more," he pants, hot and heavy near your ear, "more cum — can you take it, momma?"

He knows the way the nickname makes you react every time, and it works just the same; making you whine and grind back against him.

He laughs breathlessly, squeezing your chest softly before he leans back, willing himself to pull out just a bit as he grabs a nearby chair and drags it over. "Come on, sweet girl," he says as he guides you to follow his hips while he sits.

Spreading his legs, he does the same to yours; draping them over either armrest. And then he's back to drilling his cock into you like there's no such thing as tomorrow, the suddenness of his intensity making you squeal and try to close your legs.

"No," he growls simply, wrapping his arms up under your thighs and prying them back open, "take it. I know you can take it."

"Ah, oh my god, please," you whimper as you rest your head back against his shoulder, gripping the seat as he pounds into you from below with so much power that you'd most definitely have been fucked right out of his lap if not for his anaconda-like grip on your thighs.

"So beautiful..." He breaths heavily, eyes trained on the way your cunt grips onto him even with the mess of cum making you slick inside and out. "Gonna be the prettiest momma ever, angel~"

"S-slow dow-"

"Touch yourself," he says quickly, eyes flicking to your blissed out face, "c'mon, make yourself cum while you take my cock."

You steady your breath, or at least you try to, as you flatten one of your hands and hold up at least a bit of your weight as you slip the other between your legs.

"There you go, that's my girl~ Doesn't that make it easier?" He kisses across your damp neck and down to your shoulder, nipping at it lightly.

You nod, legs shaking in his arms firm hold as you swipe at your clit slowly.

"Yeah, have to give that little pussy some loving while I stretch her out, hm?" He grips you harder, head rolling back on the chair, gasping as you twitch and flutter around him uncontrollably.

You can hardly think with your brain filled with so much pleasure that it's almost too much; tears welling up in your eyes. "Baby," you whine, "please, I can't take much more..."

He leans his head back up, dilated eyes finding yours quickly in the reflection. "Fuck- angel, you said you wouldn't cry," he pouts, still slamming up into you nonetheless.

"I can't help it, too much-"

"Not too much," he pouts more, leaning his chin on your shoulder and squeezing your legs in his arms — both to calm your trembles and to comfort you, "you're taking me so well, pretty girl. Just keep breathing, keep playing with yourself."

You let out a shaky breath, tears slipping down your heated cheeks as you start circling your clit lightly. "Just like that, beautiful, there you go~"

He bites his lip, watching the way your fingers slide in the cum thats leaked from your stuffed cunt.

"M'gonna- gonna cum!" You yelp as he sits up, thrusting into you more viciously.

"Do it, angel," he watches close as your back arches off his chest, your breast heaving with your forceful breaths. "Let it go, don't you worry about a t-thing. Just cum for me while I make you a momma-"

Your breathless wail cuts him off, your overworked walls clamping down on him so tightly that it all but forces him to cum as you do. Your legs fight against his buff arms, desperately trying to close as he fucks you both through your orgasms with deep, passionate grinds — using his grip on you to drag you along his cock.

You fall back against his chest, heaving and sobbing and your arms dropping bonelessly beside you. You hardly hear him shushing you over the ringing in your ears. "Shh, I got you, sweet angel~"

He breathes just as heavily as he finally lets your legs go, letting them drop over his as he wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you tightly; sticky back to his chest and neither of you mind. "Take it easy, little momma."

"Fuck," you twitch, laughing breathlessly, "don't call me that, my pussy can't handle anymore."

"No? But look at it~" He practically has hearts in his eyes as he looks at your puffy, cum-slick cunt; still stretched out with his girth. "Swallowing me up so good-"

You feel his cock twitch in your sensitive walls, making you groan, "baby, I can't take another round. And you have to go pick-"

"I know," he pouts a bit, kissing your neck softly up to your jaw.

"Oh, you big baby," you giggle while wiping your cheeks, "how about another round when you get back? He's going to his friends for dinner after soccer to celebrate h- why are you looking at me like that?"

He's smiling, fond and soft as he watches you. "You're so perfect. Perfect little momma for my babies."

"Shut up," you smile, leaning and giving him a kiss, "now carry me to the bathroom?"

"Anything for the beautiful mother of my children~"

"I'm gonna smack you."

─..006.dilf.jongho.───

[yun-fangz]

Omg don't ask!!! I've been losing my head. Those demons have SNATCHED my soul😫😫

Speaking of, which song are you playing on repeat?👀

LITERALLYYYYYY!!! i've been going insane 🫠🫠🫠

i cannot get skin and slide to me outside of my head!!!!!😅 i seriously need to put them down but they're so AHEHWHRHWHE yunhos whiney voice when he sings has me ON THE FLOORRRRRRRRRRRRR😛👹👹

i could go on and on about the album though is a masterpiece (no pun intended) through and through!!!!! IYF is my sexy back now too HAHA.

have any songs struck inspo for you? 😗

[yun-fangz]

Hello pookie!!!! Welcome back🩷🩷

hey pookie!!! how have you been??! and how have you enjoyed the cb?? 😗

[yun-fangz]

holy. shit.

IM NOT OKAYYYYYY 😰

Sins of a Father

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, demon!reader, human priest!yunho, dilf!yunho, demon priest!mingi, threesome, blasphemy, sacrilege, church sex, exhibitionism, public sex, sub!yunho, doms!reader and mingi, overstimulation, marking, blood kink, slight scent kink, kinda dubcon *not proofread, just pure horny*

[koya is the one enabling this sacrilege and blasphemy] @koyagifs

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masterlist <3

Yunho woke up in a sweat, his shirt clinging to him like a second skin. His clock read 3:27am, a groan escaping him as he fell back into bed again. His weary eyes slipped shut again, trying to get in the last bit of his sleep before his day starts.

The same dream, the same reaction every night for the past two weeks. He's tried everything he could, wishing, hoping, and praying that you would stop tormenting him. But his pleas only made you hungrier, made you long for him even more. Yunho looked down at himself, heat spreading across his face and ears as he noticed the visible wet spot on his boxers.

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Yunho's day progressed as normal. His church duties kept him occupied enough to forget about his morning. As he wrapped his rosary around his hand, a chill went down his spine, followed by the faint scent of lavender and cider. He spun on his heel, nearly dropping the beads as his eyes scanned the empty corridor. Nothing. No shadow, no presence—yet he knew better. That scent was unmistakable. It was you.

You had always announced yourself in subtle ways—fragrance, warmth, a flicker of red in the corner of his vision. He gripped the rosary tighter, whispering a prayer under his breath that faltered when he heard the faintest whisper near his ear.

"Miss me, Father?"

Yunho swallowed hard, his jaw tense. "You're not welcome here," he hissed, but the words were weaker than he wanted. There was no conviction behind them, only the wavering thrill of anticipation. A soft laugh echoed through the church, followed by the low thrum of footsteps that didn't quite touch the ground. And then, from behind the altar, you appeared—your silhouette painted in shadows, horns glinting under the stained glass moonlight.

“You keep praying for me to stop,” you purred, stalking forward, “but your body begs otherwise.” He backed up, bumping into the wooden pew behind him. You cornered him there, the scent of forbidden desire thick between you. Yunho trembled as your fingers grazed his throat, tilting his head up.

"You do look tired," you murmured. "Lucky for you... I brought help tonight." A second figure stepped out of the shadows—taller, broader. Dressed in the tattered remnants of priestly robes, yet reeking of hellfire and blood. Mingi. “Poor thing,” Mingi said, brushing a finger along Yunho’s cheek. “You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Yunho’s breath hitched. His knees threatened to buckle. You smirked, eyes glowing faintly. “Time to give him what he’s been praying against.”

Yunho’s knuckles whitened as he clutched the back of the pew behind him, the rosary slipping from his grip, clattering to the stone floor. The echo seemed to mock him. Mingi was behind him now, breath hot at the nape of his neck, hands firm on his hips. You stayed in front, your gaze dragging slowly down his body, lingering on the rising and falling of his chest, the telltale bulge beneath his robe.

“You knew we’d come eventually,” you said, voice velvet-soft but dripping with hunger. “You’ve been calling us with every little prayer, every whispered confession soaked in guilt.” Yunho shook his head, but it was weak, barely a protest. You stepped in, brushing your fingers down the center of his chest, feeling the way his heart stuttered beneath the fabric.

“You want to be good,” Mingi murmured, his lips brushing Yunho’s ear. “But you’re so good when you’re bad.” You slipped a hand under the hem of Yunho’s robe, palm hot against his skin. He gasped, head falling back against Mingi’s shoulder as your fingers dipped lower, tracing the curve of his abdomen. “Tell me to stop,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Say the word, and we’ll leave you trembling and untouched.”

He didn’t say it. He couldn’t.

Instead, a soft, desperate sound escaped his throat—half prayer, half surrender.

That was all the permission you needed.

You sank to your knees before him, lips ghosting over the thin fabric of his boxers, now damp and clinging. Mingi kept him upright, hands gripping Yunho’s thighs as your mouth made contact—hot breath, slow licks, kisses that bordered on reverence and ruin. “God can’t hear you down here,” Mingi said with a dark chuckle, dragging the robe off Yunho’s shoulders to bare his skin to the cool air and your warm mouths. “But we can.”

And he did—every whimper, every stuttered gasp, every broken plea.

As you took him deeper, savouring the way he shook under your tongue, Mingi traced sharp kisses down his spine, nails leaving thin red lines that bloomed against his skin like scripture rewritten in lust and sin.

Yunho’s legs trembled.

You didn’t let up.

Not until he was whispering your names like prayers, trembling between you both, no longer sure where the shame ended and the pleasure began.

Yunho barely had time to recover before Mingi gripped his chin, forcing his eyes open. “Focus,” he growled. “You're not done. Not even close.” You rose to your feet slowly, licking your lips as you looked him over—skin flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide. He was beautiful like this: trembling, undone, and completely at your mercy.

You leaned in, voice low and firm. “On your knees, priest.”

He obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the cold stone floor. The sacred silence of the church was shattered by the echo of fabric shifting, soft gasps, and the wet, obscene sounds of your dominance. He looked up at you both, face caught between worship and wreckage. Mingi stepped in front of him, undoing his belt slowly, deliberately, watching Yunho’s mouth part in anticipation. “You prayed for discipline,” Mingi said, curling a hand into his hair. “Now you're going to learn obedience.”

You stood behind Yunho, fingers trailing down his spine, then gripping his hips tightly. “Keep your hands behind your back,” you ordered, voice like sin made silk. “Or we stop.” Yunho whimpered—already on the edge, but his hands immediately locked behind him. He opened his mouth obediently, and Mingi rewarded him with a slow thrust, groaning as Yunho took him in.

You leaned forward, whispering against his ear. “Look at you—on your knees, mouth full of cock, in the house of your precious God. Think He’s watching?” Yunho moaned around Mingi, eyes rolling back.

You didn’t wait any longer. With your hand gripping his waist, you started stroking him slowly, teasingly, nails digging just enough to leave red crescents in his skin. He bucked helplessly between the two of you, overstimulated and overwhelmed. Mingi thrust a little deeper, a little rougher, his other hand resting lightly against Yunho’s throat. “You love this,” he said darkly. “Being used. Being owned.”

You pressed a kiss between Yunho’s shoulder blades, then bit down—just enough to leave a mark. A reminder. A claim. He gasped, choking slightly on Mingi as the pain rippled into pleasure.

“Good boy,” you murmured. He whimpered again, desperate, nearly falling forward—caught only by Mingi’s grip in his hair and your arm around his waist.

There was no more pretending.

No priest. No sanctuary. No God here.

Only you. Mingi. And Yunho, unravelling in your hands like a hymn turned heresy.

Yunho's knees were slick against the cold marble floor now, trembling under the strain. Mingi held him steady, cock still deep in his mouth, while your hand stroked him with merciless rhythm from behind—just enough to bring him close, only to stop again when his body begged to release.

“Please—” he tried to speak, the word garbled around Mingi’s length.

Mingi pulled back just enough for his voice to spill free, but didn’t release his grip on Yunho’s hair. “What was that, priest?” “I—can't—I need to—” Yunho gasped, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Please let me come—please, please…”

You smiled, dragging your nails down his back in one slow, punishing line. “Beg louder.” Yunho’s breath hitched. He was already shaking—hips stuttering, thighs twitching. You knew he was close again. So close it hurt. “Say it properly,” Mingi ordered, smearing precum across Yunho’s flushed cheek. “Confess. Admit what you are.”

Yunho’s voice cracked as the words tumbled out, desperate and raw. “I’m yours—I’m just a filthy fucking toy. I can’t think, I can’t—please, please, use me—break me, I’m begging you…” He sobbed as the words left him, tears slipping down his face, mixing with spit and sweat and shame. And yet, the erection in your hand never flagged.

Mingi leaned down and kissed his tear-streaked cheek. “Good boy.”

“Now,” you whispered into his ear, breath hot and commanding, “come for us. Make a mess right here. On God’s floor.”

Yunho let out a broken, guttural cry—his entire body convulsing in your grip as he came hard, spilling over your hand and onto the sacred stone beneath him. It went on and on, body rocked by wave after wave of release, whimpering through the overstimulation even as Mingi fed him more.

You didn’t stop touching him. Not yet.

“Too much—” he sobbed, eyes wide, voice trembling.

“You said break you,” you reminded him, tightening your grip.

Mingi chuckled darkly, running his thumb along Yunho’s bottom lip. “You still have more to give. We’re not finished.” Yunho collapsed into your arms, boneless, trembling, every nerve alight with bliss and pain. His mouth hung open, lips red and swollen, his eyes dazed. You kissed the side of his neck, tongue tasting salt and surrender.

“There’s no going back now, Father,” you whispered.

And he didn’t want to.

[yun-fangz]

hey! so i'm fucking insane. i'm typing this from my deathbed.

i'm thinking these two + a cabin in the woods = me/reader getting double stuffed THANK YOU.

also hey..... sorry for disappearing 😅 life got crazy then i was a little too scared to come back cuz i was already gone and blah blah blah but im back for tour starting 🫠

inbox is closed for requests but is open if you want to chat!! 🤍

[yun-fangz]

Heyy what app do you use for fake chats??

hello!!!

if i'm doing individual messages, i use imessage and just text my own # Lol. however if it's a group message, i'll use the app memi!! 🤍

[yun-fangz]

Girly did you see the new mv??

I HAVE. AND IM DEAD. i actually have so many fic ideas in my head im going insane 🫨

CHOI JONGHO IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.

[yun-fangz]

#needthat.

[1:32am] hush, hush | c.jh

cw: smut menu, dom!jongho, sub!reader, gn!reader, doggy style, fucking with the members next door, reader is loud asf, jongho lowk pent up

first jongho fic !!! inspired from an anon ask

it’s been a rather busy day.

interviews back to back, some random magazine photoshoot he did not agree to, plus recording some lines for comeback season, jongho wonders how he even managed to keep his career this straight for years now.

so when jongho invited you to come over, he didn’t even bother to wait ‘till the dorm got empty.

he was too impatient, too pent up. he could care less if he heard wooyoung’s loud ass bitching to san or mingi about a misplaced charger. all he cared about was sticking his dick inside you, which is what he currently had done.

bending you over his bed with the grace of an enraged bull, jongho pulled down your pants so hard you swore you could hear the stitching tear. even then, with how hard he was pounding into your tight hole, you couldn’t focus on anything except…

thrust. thrust. thrust.

“f-fuh— ah-! hah! jongho-!!” you wailed, mouth immediately muffled by your boyfriend’s calloused palm.

“shhhh, fuck, y/n. do you want us to get caught??” jongho hissed into the shell of your ear, warm breath tickling the already sensitive skin that had your spine trilling with delight.

from the room right next to jongho’s, wooyoung brought over hongjoong and san so they could watch a movie together, a scary one. while the ambiance of michael myers did little to hide the muffled screams of san’s terror and wooyoung’s sobs of agony, jongho was very sure that your pleasured screams could overpower theirs if y’all weren’t careful.

“a-ahh baby… you gotta be quiet, yeah?” jongho groaned over you, his bare chest pressing into your sweat-slicked back. “don’t wanna disturb hyung and the others… can you do that for me?”

despite your wrecked state, you managed to utter a single whimper of agreement through jongho’s hand. he let go of your mouth, and you quickly muffled your pretty face into the pillow to bite into, effectively covering up your screams.

“there you go. that’s more like it..” jongho sighed with pleasure, readjusting his position to grip your hips harder and drive into you deeper, cock hitting all the right spots in you, making the filthiest, squelching sounds.

and you could only scream into his pillow.

later on, you came limping out of jongho’s room in the middle of the night, pathetically dragging yourself to the fridge to grab some strawberry milk like some weirdo.

wooyoung, who came out of his room for the exact same reason, saw your hunched over form rummaging through the fridge. he took note of the oversized shirt on you, the suspicious bite marks and purple bruises blooming across your neck and collarbone, and the very viscous looking substance dripping down your inner thigh.

“uh… y/n?” wooyoung piped up quietly, “are you— uhm- .. good?”

you only turned around with a deadpanned, blissed out look in your eyes, clutching the pink carton like it was your last lifeline.

“never been better.”

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[yun-fangz]

We're moots now. You can't run away👹

HAHAHA I LOVE THIS ENERGY 🤍

hiiii new mootie *twirls hair* i won't be running 😛😛

[yun-fangz]

I LOV I LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

ugh now you've inspired ME!! 🙇‍♀️🥹💚

That's how the 6'2'' tall puppy pouts at you when you say no pussy. And he'll be utterly devasted.

"WHAT?" He almost screams in shock and disbelief. "Why can't I eat you out, Y/n?"

Yunho trails behind you as you continue with your chores around your shared apartment. "Just like that," you shrug dusting off the shelves.

The man pouts hurt written all over his perfect features. "I just came back after a week and you decide to torture me more?" He sighs. "They are right, true love is dead. Six feet under I say!"

Sighing, you turn around. "Yuyu, baby just be patient, okay? You'll have me all day tomorrow, all right?" You try to console the broken man.

"No!" he shakes his head like a kid. "Why can't I have you today?"

"Because I haven't shaved! If you wish to explore a jungle, be my guest!" You finally give in to his tantrums.

Yunho blinks. Not shaven? He can hardly believe that's the reason you decided to torment him.

The singer without batting an eye, scoops you off the ground, making a beeline to the bedroom, a fire burning in his brown eyes. You try to fight him, punching him lightly against his chest. "Yu, put me down!" He however, pays no mind to your actions.

He just sighs deeply. "You forget I'm a 26 year old man, an adult, mind you," his voice determined as he gently sets you down on the plush bed.

And immediately, something clicks. His demeanor changes in seconds as he takes off his tee, eyes set on you like prey.

"If you think a little bush is going to stop me," he breathes as he bites the skin of your neck.

"Think again, sweets."

inspired from @yun-fangz ''bush talk''

yup-thats-me®

[yun-fangz]

soju meme with ateez —