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“Take a break, seriously. Those bags under your eyes are getting a bit too hard to look at,” Ajsnsjnsjsj San dishing out the tough love😭🤣 'deep down you’re afraid; confrontation makes you queasy and you try your best to avoid it at all costs.' Sjdnide felt on a molecular level and felt it in my soul😔🫡 “Doesn’t your old crush Jongho work at the station?” POLICE MAN JONGHO!?🤭😗 AKSNKSNS OML🫣💛 'The ringmaster walks out, introducing himself as Kim Hongjoong.' AND JOONG AS THE RINGMASTER!?😱💋🤌 "Yeosang, and I just noticed how malnourished he is, along with the other animals." Awh all the animals are hungry😭😭 "Yeosang trusts you, so I do too." Aksnsksnis absolutely adorable🥺 it's also fitting that it is Woo too!!🥹💛 “After that, I can finally take a bit of a vacation.” Poor guy deserves one, being the only one to truly cares for these animals and poor Yeo😭🙏 “blocked three lanes of traffic with your body only, so that you could pick up a turtle and let him go into the river.” You know I'm with San on this one, twas very necessary!😌👏👏 'noticing that he's doing a split, unfazed at your gaping mouth.' Tall man do split👀🤭 my jaw would be on the floor as well😵‍💫 “No, the only thing Hongjoong is in charge of is that trailer of his. Be thankful for only that.” ajbwj thank goodness! I thought Joong was an ass! But turns out he's just a flirtatious ringmaster and not in charge of the animals care!!😮‍💨😅 'Hongjoong winks, and you wink back, causing him to erupt with laughter.' He's giving goofy madhatter vibes and I'm in love with it🤭💛 'When San and you go out for drinks, it only means that you sit in your living room and drink whatever’s in the fridge.' Aksnsjsnsk my type of people for real💋🤌 "I love you, you know that right? You're my favorite tiger, Yeosang. No one can ever replace you. I'll see you in a bit, alright?" Ajsnsj not that making me cry omg😭😔 'He has a nose piercing, two small silver rings in his left nostril.' YEOSANG WITH NOSE PIERCINGS!?🫣🫠 "No, but I can wait. I can wait until you're ready to prepare something else. I don't want to be a burden on you." Man is too sweet for this world oml😭💛 'he's not humaning correctly' it's okay Yeosang! Even 100% humans don't human correctly too💀🤣 'Tail sometimes curling around your leg as you wash dishes' sldnxo that's just adorable🤭🥺 'the types of animals Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho are.' Makes me more curious😗🤔 "No, y/n. He's not who you think he is. He pulls your hand away from the door, and you stumble back, confused.' Choi San bad guy!?😱🤨🤔 "Take the lives of existing humans and replacing them easily." "Your friend, San. He was gone long ago. That is not the same San that you know." HOLY SHIT😱 TALK ABOUT CRAZY ASS TWIST!!💋🤌

stranger. (m)

– hybrid tiger!yeosang × f.reader [19.9k]

– smut, angst

– an aspiring vet student, you take a volunteer job at the local circus. you enjoy it, until you notice how odd the tiger is acting. how his eyes follow you, watch you. wait, did he just nod when you asked him a question?

– content: starvation, blood, inaccurate vet procedures, circus (the mc does not condone it at all), miscommunication, injuries, death mentions, breeding kink

You stare at your thesis, picking at your hair. It’s pages long; filled with theories and hypotheses on how you can better the animal science industry, changing a whole portion of the structure. You’ve been working on it for months on end, trying your best to perfect the numbers and hopefully, presenting it to your dream graduate school.

“Still working on that paper?” San asks, holding two cups of coffee in his hands. He passes one off to you and you thank him with a tip of your baseball cap, taking a sip. You nod at the taste, eyes flicking up to him.

San’s your lab partner and your best friend, a constant by your side. He plops down next to you, glancing at your textbook. “You’ve been at it all day, time to take a break.” He pulls at his coat, tosses it across the bench next to the two of you.

“Can’t. It’s due in a few months, San. Every minute wasted is a moment that I’ll only regret. And don’t you have yours to work on?” You gesture to the space in front of him piled with research mimicking yours. He glances at them, letting out a deep sigh.

Adjusting his glasses, he begins organizing. “I do, but I know when it’s time for me to take a break. Like you, right now.” He pulls your papers away from you as you groan, lazily reaching for your documents. He gives you a pointed look, putting them back into your bag.

“Take a break, seriously. Those bags under your eyes are getting a bit too hard to look at,” he glances at you once, before beginning to pile his things away. “Why don’t you go and look at the local circus? I know you’ve been trying to shut it down for a while, so might as well see what’s really going on there.”

“It’s too obvious with these clothes on. They’ll never let me in,” You glance down at your lab coat, a pout on your lips.

“I honestly don’t think that would change much. They take the money they can get. We aren’t exactly a tourist town.”

You expressed your concerns to San constantly about the unfairness of your local circus, the animals there under the eyes of people who could care less about them. Even though there’s nothing you can do about it, you’re still stuck on it. There’s no reason for them to have exotic and big animals in there, and you’re sure their licenses are way past expired. But you know that despite it all, deep down you’re afraid; confrontation makes you queasy and you try your best to avoid it at all costs.

“Don’t you want to change the animal industry?” San points out, taking another sip of his coffee. He winces at the flavor, glancing inside the cup. “Tastes like pure grind.”

You switch with him, tasting him. Moaning in contentment, you pass him yours. He takes a sip, and nods, continuing to drink.

“What if they call the police on me or something?”

“Doesn’t your old crush Jongho work at the station?” San asks, and you feel the heat coming to your cheeks. “It’ll be fine then. He gets a boner just from looking at you, so I’m sure he’ll let you off the hook.”

“He does not get a fucking boner, you pervert,” You grumble, and San merely shrugs.

“He stumbles through his words like we’re in elementary school, and always blubbers something about doughnut puns since he’s a cop. It’s a bit embarrassing if you think about it.”

You hit his shoulder lightly and he laughs, wiggling his brows.

You sit on one of the benches, your coat tucked into your bag as you wait for the show to start. It’s against your morals to give anything to this piece of crap place, but your “of the moment” investigative journalism relies on you getting the scoop without being spotted. And San insisted that sneaking inside the local circus would only make matters worse, you begrudgingly agreeing. Jongho can’t save you from a bad reputation.

You’re in the far back, surrounded by dozens of people too tired from their long drives, probably seeking some reprieve from their loved ones or their stir crazy children. You listen to the cheesy music as you flick through your phone, waiting for the show to start.

Your town sits between two big cities. It’s unnoticed by the biggest television network near you, always skipped over in the weather forecast and news briefings. You’d think it didn't exist if you didn’t live here. A big reason why you’re ready to leave this silly town of yours, and see something different and new.

Since you were young, your neighbors sparingly moved away; everyone knew everyone. Being left alone was and still is, not an option. All of your partners and crushes know one another, and you never get away from San; you two are literal peas in a pod. San shares your dream of seeing the door out of this place and living a life being unknown, being able to walk down the street without saying hi to a familiar face every five seconds. The big city is the place you both want to go, and becoming a doctor seems like a big way out.

The lights dim, sliding your phone into your pocket.

The ringmaster walks out, introducing himself as Kim Hongjoong. You’re not sure if he and the Kim Family that dominates your town are related, but you keep an eye out for him, taking small notes. He’s too far away to pick out his face, but you watch in silence. Acrobats and gymnasts of all types jump and twirl around the stage, and you can’t help but respect them. It takes great strength to move their body that way.

The animals finally come out, and you lean forward, narrowing your eyes. You curse yourself for not taking a seat closer, but you digress. Monkeys play tricks for the audience who laugh in delight. You watch the dog trainer let the dogs jump and play, and the lights dim even more.

“And now it is time for our showmaker, our South Chinese Tiger!” Hongjoong shouts, taking a step back. A cage rolls out, and you tense up.

A‌ loud roar erupts throughout the crowd as a child cries. The tiger comes out with a chain around his neck, looking around the crowd. It’s huge, and it makes you wonder if it’s actually the breed that he said. They’re rare; it’s impossible and illegal to own one on your own. You see the tremors of its body, performing the tricks the trainer asks of it. You watch as the rest of the patrons leave once it ends, the laughter and music fading. Your eyes flick to a tent that says animals. You can hear San’s voice in your ear right now, telling you that this is definitely a bad idea and you should just go. But your curiosity cannot be tamed, and you need to know what’s exactly going on.

You stand outside the tent, your heart pumping in your ears. You hear the yelling of the man who takes care of the animals, loud sounds as he bangs something against the cages. You hear the monkeys squeal and whine, but surprisingly, you don’t hear the growl of the tiger. After a few moments of silence, you peek into the area, eyes flicking around for any movement of people. Making sure the coast is clear, you pull back the flap slowly, softly, closing it behind you.

You look at the tiger’s cage, surprised to see that his eyes are on yours, unmoving. You know not to antagonize him, flicking your gaze away and holding up your hands in submission. A small grunt falls from his lips, and he rests his head back down. You see the scars that cover his cheeks, the number 69 stamped into the side of his coat. You take slow steps as he watches you, making sure not to alarm him.

“What’s your name, big guy?” You ask softly, glancing around. Your eyes land on the metal plate on the bottom of his too small cage.

Yeosang.

"What are you doing here?"

You move away from the cage quickly, turning to see whoever showed up. It's a younger man, holding a small hose in his hands. He stares at you warily, covered in dirt from head to toe. He must be one of the assistants at the circus; hat and the blond hair dripping with what you can only assume is sweat. He shrugs off the hose, slowly walking towards you.

"The show closed a while ago, lady. No free behind the scenes shit."

You glance at the tiger, and his eyes are still resting on yours, as if he's waiting for you to make the next move. You hold your hands up in surrender, shaking your head.

"No, I'm not here for a free show. I saw your tiger—" You hear a low growl from the cage— "Yeosang, and I just noticed how malnourished he is, along with the other animals."

You look at Yeosang's side, his breaths quick but steady. The outline of his ribs worry you; he has to be getting way less food than he's supposed to. Tigers eat, a lot. Several pounds a day. But from the dull color of his fur and tired gaze, you can only assume that he's been given much less.

"And what's it to you? Are you the feds or something?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. "You need a warrant before coming in here."

"No, no. I'm a vet student. I'm in my last year. I'm not from the government or anything like that."

He crosses his arms against his chest. You listen to the monkeys shriek as he takes you in. Holding out a hand, he twirls his fingers in a give me motion.

"Show me your school identification."

You thank the heavens that you left it in your pocket instead of in the car like you usually do. You take it out, placing it in his hands. He looks at the ID, flicking his eyes between it and you. Passing it back to you, he sighs, scratching the hairs that fall from his cap. He glances at the animals for a moment, before speaking.

"They're beautiful, aren't they? But unfortunately, the head man doesn't care too much about their health. Just wants them to perform a little dance and sit in these tiny ass cages at the end of every show. Poor animals are probably plotting their escapes everyday."

His eyes flick to you. "I don't like the way they're treated either. But the only thing I can do is try to get some food in them and rinse them off. They probably haven't gotten their shots either." He takes off his cap, resting it on one of the standing posts.

He gestures to the tiger. "That boy there's been bred in captivity and hasn't seen the wild one day of his life. Too young to even remember his parents. And you don't see much of his species around here, or anywhere, really. South China tigers don't exist in the wild anymore."

So Hongjoong is telling the truth. He doesn't look like any of the tigers you've treated, but you just couldn't pinpoint which one he is. But those words falling from this man's lips, he is in fact, a rare tiger. One of the types that are sold on the black market for millions of dollars. And here he is rotting away in a too small cage, performing at a local zoo.

"He seems to have grown attached to you though. Never let someone that close to his cage except for me without throwing a fit. You must be good." Blondie smiles at you, cheeks plump. "Nice to meet you, by the way. My name is Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung, but I hide the surname for people I don't know."

He holds out his hand, and you take it, shaking it lightly.

"Then why tell me?" You ask, and he clicks his tongue before speaking.

"Yeosang trusts you, so I do too."

Wooyoung goes through the procedures of what he does to treat the animals on a day basis; from their early meals, to exercise, to the end of shows. You're not sure how he even has time for himself since he's always here, the only trainer that's able to be this close to Yeosang without getting their arm bitten off. Without years of education in animal medicine, the knowledge that he has impresses you to the highest degree. He's even more educated than some of your classmates. But he explains softly that he doesn't get paid much, and he can only do with what he has in taking care of them.

"The city controls this circus. They know that our animals need more, but are too frugal and never mention it to anybody. I bet if those animal people came in they'd have a riot." Wooyoung cleans the bottom of an empty cage, monkeys watching him as he does so.

You feel Yeosang's eyes on your back but you don't turn to look at him. He's a bit strange from other ones you've interacted with, more solemn and quiet. Even the slow flip of his tail is different. But you're sure he's just curious about a new visitor, and nothing more than that.

Probably.

“We’ve been looking for more help around here,” Wooyoung mumbles, wrinkling his nose at a bit of grass one of the primates throws at him.‌‌‌ A quick point of his finger, he turns to you. “The rest of the animals don’t really need much work, but Yeosang is a bit of a mystery. He’s not too old, but he acts like a grumpy old man.”

Yeosang huffs in response, turning around in his cage. Wooyoung looks on in amusement as he gives his caretaker his back in defiance. Wooyoung looks back at you, grabbing his hat and placing it back on his head.

“I know you must be busy and all, but Yeosang needs another caretaker other than me, you know?‌ On my days off, no one dares go over to him, except for tosses of some raw meat at him and water. Not really taking care of him? I think he’s only really taken care of when I'm around. I‌ don’t think they fed him when I was gone for two days. He looked almost sickly.”

Wooyoung looks at the tiger in pity. “Even though he sleeps most of the day, he still needs food. They treat him like he’s worse than an animal, it’s disturbing.”

“Have you done anything to try and stop it?”‌ You ask, and Wooyoung looks at you sharply.

“What can I do? I’m only a lowly assistant, nothing I say would faze them. I went to the county and the sheriff, but all he did was kick me out and said mind my own business. These government people only care about the money in their pockets, they don’t care about the animals. Not like we do.”

He tilts his head. “We don’t know much about each other, that’s why I think when you come and volunteer, I can be there to watch you take care of him. At least for the first few weeks. After that, I can finally take a bit of a vacation.” Wooyoung grins widely.

You can see that he’s been trying his best to take care of them, but being a one man show could only work for so long. He’s young. You don’t know much about him, but from the passion in his eyes as he speaks about the animals, you think that’s all you need to know. It’s not his fault that he doesn’t have the resources to test and take care of them. And if you think about it, you don’t have the resources either. But helping him with the care, you’re not sure if you have the time.

Your thesis is due soon, and it takes up most of your free time. You usually have about five minutes in the day to eat dinner or chat with San. But you can see the defeat in Wooyoung’s eyes, the pure exhaustion. No one that young should look that way. He’s probably the same age as you, and looks like he’s been through Hell and back.

You nod.

“I can help you when I can. I go to school during the week, but I‌‌ can help a couple of hours a day, and during the weekend.”

His smile almost cracks his face at how wide it is.

“Did you hear that, Yeo?” Wooyoung yells, seeing the tiger’s ear twitch at his voice. “We got a new caretaker just for you buddy!”

You giggle softly at his excitement. Wooyoung finishes up his job, whistling softly at Yeosang. The tiger turns to look at him, tail still moving slowly. His eyes move to look at you. It’s a bit strange how human his eyes are, scanning yours with curiosity beyond your comprehension. You can’t quite understand how people can treat animals so harshly when they hold your eyes with such intelligence.

His large paw scratches the bottom of the cage, claws making you wince. They’re a bit overgrown; he’s supposed to have scratching posts around his cage, but it’s so small that all he can do is walk in a circle. You wish that you could do something, anything, to help him. But you suppose that being here is enough for now.

“See you later, bud. Gotta show y/n around the tents for a bit, before taking one off.” Wooyoung waves you to follow him. You take one last look at Yeosang, before closing the flap behind you.

Wooyoung walks you around the premise, introducing you to members of the circus that walk past. You see a man with bright pink hair waving at you from the top of a pole, balancing on one leg as he eats his dinner. His eyes are soft as they watch you continue on. You later learn that his name is Yunho.

Wooyoung peeks his head inside a trailer, groaning at what he sees.‌ A head full of hair pops out. He winks at you, reaching out and pressing his lips against the back of your hand. He’s the ringleader; Hongjoong. You can see he’s quite a seducer immediately upon hearing Wooyoung calling you a doctor. Wooyoung has to drag you away from him, scolding him as he does so. You’re still not sure if he’s related to the Kim’s, but at the moment you’d rather not dwell on it.

The other faces blend amongst each other, until he finally reaches the back entrance of the fairground. He leans against the fence, adjusting his cap again.

“You can come right after the performance, if you have time tomorrow.”‌ His eyes widened before taking out his phone. “Ah, can you put your number in here?” He hands you his phone and you type it quickly, giving it back to him. He nods slowly, tucking it back into his pocket.

“Thanks,” You start, and he raises a brow, “For not calling the cops on me.”

Wooyoung shrugs. “Eh, I wasn’t gonna anyway. Yeosang hasn’t eaten yet,” He winks at you, and you laugh. “I’m happy you agreed to join, Dr. y/n.”

You wave him off, your face getting warm. “Not a doctor yet. But close.”

“Close enough for me,” He turns back, waving at you. “See ya later, doc!”

He disappears into the tents, leaving you at the back entrance. You let out a small chuckle, before turning around and walking back. That night, you dream about honey eyes staring at you in the middle of the forest.

“A circus? You’re working at the local Kim circus?” San scoffs, shaking his head. “You know how they treat animals there, y/n.‌ It’s not a good idea to involve yourself in something like that. It’ll only lead to bad endings. One day they’re going to get raided and you’re going to go to jail.”

“Love that optimism,” You mumble, sipping on what had to be tenth coffee. “Not digging the vibes, San. You’re sounding a bit too much like those prep kids in our senior year bio class.”

“I’m sorry,”‌ he says, staring at his textbook in front of him. “I just don’t want to see you being in some shady shit. I know you want to save the animals, but sometimes you have to save yourself.”

“Choi San.”

You put your coffee to the side.

“You can’t say that when you’re the one who stopped in the middle of the highway, blocked three lanes of traffic with your body only, so that you could pick up a turtle and let him go into the river.”

He looks at you from his textbook, disgruntled. “That was necessary and you know it!"

You raise an eyebrow. “Say that to the thousands of people on that highway. I’m pretty sure you’re being sued right now by the state.”

He waves you off. “No, it’s the city. But that’s besides the point,” San pushes his book to the side, eyes on yours, “It’s weird. The only people who go to that stupid animal zoo are the tourists who stop in our town for some medallions at Jongho’s dad’s tourist trap shop. I know you want to save the world, I do, but some things are just too risky. Even more risky than me stopping three lanes of traffic.” He points out.

“San, this circus is like my turtle. I have to take care of those animals, I‌ won’t be able to live with myself if I‌ told Wooyoung no, and left him alone to fend for himself. They need someone in there who has some semblance of a clue on what they’re doing. And I know I’m not certified yet, but I‌ can still assist.”

San sighs loudly, leaning back in his chair. Before you can tell the clumsy man how bad of an idea that is, the chair cracks, and he falls backwards to the floor. People in the coffee shop look at him for a moment, before getting back to their posh coffee talks.

You lean over the table, looking down at your best friend. He gives you a sheepish look, before getting back to his feet. You hold back your grin as he situates himself, sitting back down in his spot.

“Is there any way I’ll convince you to say no?”

“Absolutely not.”

He frowns. “Well, at least take care of yourself, yea? Make sure that this is strictly volunteering, without pay. Don’t need anyone coming after you and saying that you’re accepting payment from this place,” He mumbles, adjusting his glasses.

Your phone vibrates, and you glance down at the message.

(unknown): show just finished. whenever you're ready, Yeosang needs his cage cleaned. already moved him out of the oc, so lmk if you're coming in.

You look at San. He’s right; if the town or better yet, the government decides to raid this place, it’s a big possibility that you may be somehow intertwined in politics that surround the death trap. You sigh, knowing what you’re going to say anyway. San’s right, you are soft.

(you): be there soon!‌ just have to finish up some assignments.

He messages back quickly.

(blondie): oh you actually gave me the right number? good. I'll see you soon. ^0^

You snort, tucking your phone back in your pocket. San shakes his head at you, but you ignore his pessimism. You want good energy, not the negative vibes he’s sending your way. You pack up your things, blowing him a kiss before kicking the door open to the shop, excited to see how your first day goes.

"Ah, y/n! You came back!" You turn your head to the bright voice, Yunho smiling at you. He's not on the top of a pole, stretching as he eats a granola bar. His eyes flick to the books in your hand. "Just came back from school, I presume?"

You nod quickly. "Yup. Work hard, get smart?" You mentally slap yourself. Yunho snorts, holding out his bar to you. Your eyes flick to his legs, noticing that he's doing a split, unfazed at your gaping mouth.

"Want some?" He waves it again, and you shake him off.

"Do you know where Wooyoung is? He told me to meet him, but I don't have the slightest idea where."

He nods, pointing behind him. "He's cleaning up the main tent, but you can just go into the animal arena. Pretty sure he wants you to be there anyway. Be careful of the poop, though. The monkeys have been out of it today. Almost got some in my hair." He touches his strands with a pout on his lips.

You thank him, walking quickly through the fairgrounds. You try your best to blend into the crowd, but your plain clothes are obvious among the colorful attire of everyone else. Many people you met yesterday give you soft hellos and smiles, and some you didn't stumble across look at you with curiosity, wondering who you are.

You slip into the tent, closing it softly behind you. Your eyes look around, dropping your books on the steps just before the sand. Animals turn to you lazily, before going back to whatever they're doing. Yeosang looks up from his spot, tail tirelessly swaying back and forth. He seems to examine your figure, eyes still sleepy. He's in the smaller cage, his bigger one a mess on the inside.

"Don't mind me, boy. Just here to help clean your cage." You glance around, and notice a broom and picker on the left side of the tent. You grab it and walk into his cage, sweeping. You feel the tiger's eyes on you the whole time; what sounds like purrs rumbling in his chest. You know that big cats couldn't purr even if they wanted to, but it's interesting to listen to him.

"So, how was the show?" You ask as you gather his droppings in a pile, glancing over at him. You're not sure why you expected him to say something but you hear a slight huff, his head dropping onto his paws. "Not good, huh? Well, I'm sure tomorrow will be better. There's some parade coming through, so there will probably be a lot of people for you to entertain."

He doesn't seem to like that idea, blinking slowly before closing his eyes.

"Yea, yea I get it. But there's nothing I can do, you know? I'm just here to help, I can’t stop the circus," you glance around the clean cage in pity. He's probably craving the vast fields to run in, desperate to hunt and be free. But he's stuck in this small cage, stuck performing to people who couldn't care about what condition he's in.

You hear the hose turn on, and you turn back quickly, seeing Wooyoung appear. He's wearing all black, hat still flipped around. He nods at you, winking at Yeosang.

"Good afternoon, y/n. Surprised you got here before me," he says, passing you the hose. You thank him, slowly rinsing away the mildew and other buildup that sticks to the bars of his cage.

"How was today's show?" You ask, and Wooyoung rubs the back of his head.

"If I'm being honest with you, big guy over here was a bit lazy. Didn't want to move at all, and the head man is a bit mad about it," Wooyoung takes a step closer to you. He glances over at Yeosang, before speaking. "Talking about putting the poor animal down. I tried my best to convince him otherwise since every person had a bad day, even tigers like our Yeosang."

“Hongjoong?” You ask, and Wooyoung raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“No, the only thing Hongjoong is in charge of is that trailer of his. Be thankful for only that.” Wooyoung turns back to Yeo. "Right, big boy? Just a bad day, huh?"

Yeosang flicks his tail in response, eyes still closed.

"Could they do that? Aren't there laws since he's an endangered animal? This can't be legal—"

"It's not," Wooyoung mumbles. "He's not sick or has a deadly contagious disease. He's not perfectly healthy, but his problems don't affect anyone or anything else. I honestly have no clue what to do," He looks at Yeosang, worry in his eyes. "Big guy is the only thing I look forward to everyday. Can't see the circus without him."

You feel terrible. Being a vet student, you know that you sometimes have to make the ultimate decision and put the animal down, for mercy. But seeing an animal that just needs a bit more food in his system being killed for simply being tired, or in a mood... It's irresponsible. The doctors at your college would have a fit.

Wooyoung and you fill up his water tub and food. You're a bit surprised at how nonchalant Yeosang is. Usually tigers would immediately smell the scent of the meat and pace around, ready to chow down. But he barely flicks an ear, head still resting on his paws. You move out of the cage as Wooyoung opens it up, moving the large barrier between you, and the tiger. He taps on Yeosang's cage as a warning, opening the small gate.

Yeosang opens his mouth in a long, loud yawn, slacking his lips together as he drags himself back to his cage. He walks past the meat, sitting in the far corner of the cage, dropping his head back into his paws.

Wooyoung sighs.

"I don't know what's up. He's been like this since you left yesterday. Not wanting to eat, to do anything. He looks a bit brighter since you've shown up, but..." Wooyoung taps on the cage. "Yeo, eat the food! There's not much around here these days."

Yeosang's ear flicks to the sound of his name, but he does nothing to move to the raw meat, breathing in and out slowly. You don't see anything odd about his vital signs, at least from where you're standing. You take a step closer to the cage, tapping lightly on the metal. Maybe talking to him would work? You know it's a long shot, but he seems to listen to Wooyoung when he wants to.

"Yeosang?" You say, and his ear twitches. "You haven't eaten all day, you know that's not good for you.“ You walk a bit closer to his cage, hands inches away from the steel bars lining his cage. His eyes open, breathing in and out slowly. “Why don’t you take a bite? For me?” You ask softly.

Wooyoung snorts behind you. “Don’t think that’ll work, y/n. He's stubborn. Never really listens to anyone but his thoughts.”

Yeosang huffs slowly, tail flicking. You point at the food, rubbing your hands together as you plead for him to eat something. He watches you for a moment, before shaking off his fur, standing and walking to the meat. He looks at you, and you nod. He takes the meat, turning and walking into the corner again.

You cheer, pulling your fist down in excitement. Wooyoung rolls his eyes at you, pointing to the other cages.

“Time for some monkey shit.” He mumbles, and you give him a strained grin as he laughs at you, guiding you along.

Soon, the two of you are covered in sweat from the manual labor. Wooyoung tosses you a wet towelette and you thank him, wiping off your forehead. Yeosang is fast asleep, ear twitching ever so often. The other animals are sleeping as well as Wooyoung walks around, dimming the lights. He gestures for you to follow him quietly in which you do, not noticing the glow of yellow eyes watching as you go.

You close and lock the door behind you, letting out a sigh of relief. Wooyoung shakes his head at you, guiding you along the grounds.

“You’ll get used to it. Animal shit sticks to you after a while,” He mumbles, sniffing his clothes. His face scrunches up at the smell, and you giggle. The smell of crap is everywhere around you, but Wooyoung never smelled like anything but hard labor.

“It’s not that bad, you always smell good, you know. Never like shit.”

You see the red rise to his ears as he looks away from you, saying nothing. You reach for your bags but he only glares at you, continuing forward.

“We’re having a welcome dinner for you. Can’t leave until you meet everyone.‌ And I’m not letting you carry these bags and books on your own. Wouldn’t be gentlemanly of me,” He explains.

“Thanks,” You say, and he gives you his cheeky smile, opening the flap of a tent. He holds it open as you dunk and enter, seeing everyone you’ve met and some unfamiliar faces across the table. They all say hello to you as Wooyoung introduces you.

Yunho waves, tapping the chair next to him. You thank him as you sit, Hongjoong across from you and Wooyoung sitting on your opposite side. Hongjoong winks, and you wink back, causing him to erupt with laughter. Yunho tsks at him, holding out a plate for you. You stare at the food in front of you, bowing again.

“Ah, stop thanking us. You’re one of the circus folk now, no need to bow.” Yunho eats his food happily, and this is the first time you’ve seen him sitting normally. “Plus, Wooyoung has a bit of a crush on you, so you’ll be in the family soon enough.”

He leans away from Wooyoung’s grabby hands, laughing loudly. Wooyoung mumbles some obscenities underneath his breath, shaking his head.

“I hate the performers,”‌‌ he grumbles, chewing on some rice.

“Thanks,” You ignore the glare Yunho shoots at you,“For inviting me into your family. It’s nice to see so many welcoming people,”‌ You grin at the people around you.

Hongjoong stands at that, “Ah, toast to the new lady!‌ Hopefully she’s here for more than a few days!” He laughs, and everyone follows along with him, tapping their plastic cups against one another. You laugh along with them, taking a sip.

Months pass by before you know it. Your free time is spent at the fairgrounds, already on friendly terms with everyone. Even Hongjoong, his teasing with you endless, and Yunho and his strange sitting positions. Once, you saw him hanging from ropes as he ate rice upside down. Wooyoung and you even text everyday, his feelings for you dissipating into more of a friendship. Although Yunho constantly insisted that Wooyoung was never over it, there aren't any signs that say otherwise. He hasn’t even asked you on a date.

You don’t mind it; schooling occupies most of your time.‌ San and you studied for hours on end, sometimes drooling onto your work into the early morning. And now, as you wait for your grades and acceptances or rejections to your graduate schools, you bite your lip, eyes on the computer. They said it would be released at ten a.m., and it’s already five minutes past.

“Relax,” San says, sipping his green tea. But you notice at how anxiously he taps his feet, eyes glued on his laptop. “It’s a lot of grades to put out at once, you know? They’re probably doing it in batches.”

Your laptop shakes on the table as San rocks his leg, and you glare at him over your shake. “How about stop shaking that leg so I can concentrate on the results, huh? You’re making my head hurt.”

He stops, offering you an apologetic look. You roll your eyes, refreshing your page again.‌ A gasp falls from your lips as you push your drink to the side, eyes glued on the screen. San comes over, looking at the laptop.

“Oh shit.”‌‌ he says, cheeks lifting into a grin. You both scream, pulling into each other’s arms and laughing loudly. There’s several people who shush the two of you, but you’re too excited to pay much mind.

San’s laptop dings as well, and he almost spills his tea at the results.‌ Another scream, and the waiters are telling you two to shut up before they kick you out. You grab your belongings, shoving it into your bag and running out with San.

“Holy shit, what the fuck-”

“Choi fucking San, we got accepted to the best vet school in the country. What the fuck?!” You scream, and pull each other into your arms again.

“Drinks?” He asks, eyes bright. You nod quickly, before you remember your volunteering. San sees the drop in your eyes. “Gotta go to the circus, huh?” He asks, tilting his head. “No worries, we can go another time.”

You bite your lip. “No. I’ll just text Wooyoung and tell him another time. We only get accepted into our dream colleges once in a lifetime. Can’t push that aside.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows at him before messaging a quick sorry to Wooyoung, before running off with San, screaming into the night.

“The university is only a few towns over,” San mumbles over his sparkling lemonade. You two sit in your living room, laughing at the TV while sipping non-alcoholic drinks. When San and you go out for drinks, it only means that you sit in your living room and drink whatever’s in the fridge.

“That means that technically, you don’t have to buy a new apartment. You can still live here and just commute,” he explains, but you shake your head, taking a sip of your water.

“Absolutely not. I know it’s more expensive, but being here any longer will only give me back cramps.” You mutter, rubbing your lower back for emphasis. San rolls his eyes as you continue. “And we dreamed of getting out of here, San, I don’t want to stay here longer than I have to.”

“What are you going to say to the circus then?” He asks softly.

You blink, putting down your cup. He’s right, and you’ve been trying to push that to the back of your mind. But it’s better to just tell Wooyoung and get it over with, rather than waiting until the very end to say something. He’d only be more annoyed with you if you waited until the last second. You’ll miss spending time at the circus, even if you won’t admit it out loud. They’ve become your home away from home.

Even the animals have grown to like you. The monkeys squeal in delight when you arrive, letting you groom them without much protest. Even Yeosang, the aloof tiger, lets you brush his hairs. He even licks your hand, even as you stick out your tongue in disgust. You haven’t seen them in a couple of days because of finals, but they’re always the highlight of your week. You’re not sure if you’d get over not seeing Yeosang anymore. You glare at San.

“Don’t make the mood drop, asshole.”

“Fine, but you know I’m right.”

“Yea, yea.”

Your phone rings, and you glance down. Furrowing your eyebrows, you answer it quickly.

“Hey Woo-”

“y/n, I need you here right now.” You can hear the panic in his voice, and you stand quickly, grabbing your coat as you listen to him. “Yeosang’s not listening to any of us, and he’s been avoiding food. He hasn’t eaten since you've last been here, and we all don’t know what to do. You're the only one that we thought we could call, and I know you're busy but we ran out of options.”

“It’s okay! I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Just hang on a bit, alright?”

He agrees and you hang up the phone, tucking it into your back pocket. San watches as you quickly pack up your things, grabbing your first aid. He stumbles from the couch, grabbing his coat as well.

“San, the tiger, is sick. He’s not eating and he’s probably acting really aggressive because of it. Wooyoung just called me and I have to go there-”

“I’m coming with you,”‌ San says simply. “It’ll be better if two almost-vets are there, rather than one. We can see what’s up with him and hopefully diagnose him.”

You send him a thankful look, running out with him close behind you.

You pull the flap to the side, eyes flicking around. His low growls fill the room, and you quickly walk over to Wooyoung. He stands there worried, glancing at you. His expression loosens slightly at your appearance, before flicking to San.

“Who’s the newbie?”

“San,” You say, “He’s here to help me figure out what’s wrong.”

You look at the growling tiger in question. His eyes narrow on you, flicking between you and San before settling on Wooyoung.

“He’s been like this for days. Never listening to us, going on and on and growling. I gave him a treat a few days ago, a deer, and it’s still in there. I tried grabbing it while he was sleeping, but he tried pouncing on me.”‌ Wooyoung rubs his arm, and you glance down, seeing blood run down his wrist.

You pull him to the side, taking out your human first aid. He scoffs, trying to pull away but you merely glare at him, pulling his arm back.

“You can’t just walk around a predator’s cage with a bleeding arm. And you know that this could get seriously infected, right?"

"Did you check his temperature? Usually tigers in the wild could last days without food, did you give him a big meal before?"

Wooyoung shakes his head, San looks at him curiously. You clean off Wooyoung's arm, putting small butterfly stitches on the wound.

"He's never attacked me before," Wooyoung says, eyeing San as he takes steps closer to Yeosang. He keeps enough distance as to not scare him, but you see the tenseness in his body as he keeps his eyes on your best friend.

"Yeo isn't one to fight. Thought he might have a bug or something."

"San, don't get any closer. Helooks like he wants to bite your arm off," You look at him, worried. "Yeo's a bit unpredictable right now, it's best to stay away until we figure it out."

Yeosang looks at you, then stares at you cleaning up Wooyoung. You don't see anything obvious on him, it's probably something that you just can't pinpoint with a look. You nod at Wooyoung, before walking over to San.

"Think it can be a bug or something?" You ask softly, staring at Yeosang as he walks away from the both of you, sitting in a small grass patch in his cage, flicking his tail quickly. He's anxious or annoyed, that much you can tell.

"When I got close to him, I didn't see any marks. And he would have been scratching if it's really a bug. His coat is in good condition and he seems much healthier than you last described. Maybe he's just in a bad mood? You haven't seen him in a few days, right?"

You roll your eyes. "He's a tiger, San. He doesn't care if I'm gone."

A roar erupts from Yeosang's mouth, clawing on the grass. San sighs.

"Seems like the big guy disagrees, huh?"

You look at the meat laying closer to the cage, and you grab it. Yeosang watches your every move, body still tense. He's never been like this with you, so you can't help but be confused at his actions. You know that he's healthy from what you can see, although you'd love to give him a shot and sedate, see if anything is physically wrong with him. But you don't have the luxury; only certified doctors carry that, and neither you or San is qualified.

You feel Wooyoung and San standing close behind you, and you turn back. "Guys, he's a bit anxious right now so I think it's best if you back up a bit. Give him some room to breathe."

The guys grunt at your words but follow your instructions, taking steps backwards. Once they're several more feet away, you look back at Yeosang. His movements are more calm now, and you sigh in relief.

"Hey bud. I know I haven't been here in a few days to see you. I'm sorry. I've been busy with school and all, but I'm here now okay? Why haven't you been eating?"

You hold up the meat in your hand. "I know you didn't eat much last time, but you gotta eat this, okay? It's good for you."

Yeosang doesn't move.

"I won't leave you again. I'll come by more often, alright?" You feel a bit guilty at your words, knowing you're leaving soon. But he can't read your mind, he's just an animal. "Just eat some food, okay? You gotta be a big and healthy boy for me." You glance back at the guys, and lean forward. "And you're my favorite friend, just saying. These guys behind me? Lame."

San snorts at your words. "I can't believe you're putting a tiger above me."

You put a finger to your lips, hushing him. You place the meat at the edge of the cage, sliding your hand between the bars before stepping back.

"Trust me, Yeosang. You need to eat, you can't starve yourself while I'm not here."

Yeosang huffs. You watch him as he shakes off his coat, slowly coming to the edge of the cage. He sniffs at the meat, before picking it up with his teeth and walking back. He chews on it, eyes flicking up to yours ever so often. You breathe in relief, turning back to the others. They stare at you, mouths agape.

"Are you some animal whisper?" Wooyoung says, eyes wide. "Can you speak to tigers?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Yeosang's not some ordinary tiger. All you have to do is speak to him like he's one of us and he'll listen. Hopefully over the next few days we won't see anything strange happening with him. I just think he was nervous." You shrug.

"Cause you were gone." Wooyoung says simply. "He's grown to be your right hand tiger, doc. Can't leave the circus now." Wooyoung grins.

San exchanges a look with you, before clearing his throat. "I'll be in the car if you need me, y/n. Let you guys talk it out."

Wooyoung raises his eyebrows in confusion as San quickly walks away, not before tripping over a rock as he does so. But he doesn't look back, quickly closing the flap behind him.

"Why is he in such a rush?" Wooyoung asks, shaking his head. "Your friend is strange."

"I have something to speak to you about, Wooyoung." You glance at Yeosang. "Outside, preferably."

Yes, he's a tiger. And yes, he doesn't know anything that you're saying and there's really no reason for you to speak outside because he wouldn't understand anyway. But those eyes are a bit too curious, it makes you wonder if he could comprehend every word that falls from your lips.

Wooyoung closes the flap behind him, arms resting against his chest as he looks at you. "Quitting?" He asks simply. "I know you have school, so I presumed this would have happened sooner rather than later."

You nod, rubbing the back of your neck. "I honestly didn't expect my favorite grad school to pick me, I thought I would've stayed at a more local college. But this one is too far away for me to come back and forth everyday." You look at him sheepishly. "I love working here, I do. But—"

"But you have a chance to have those big town dreams, darling. I’m not going to stop you from living your life, doc." His smile stretches across his cheeks. "Plus we're going to need your help when you get back. Yeosang is going to miss you while you're gone."

You don't have the heart to tell Wooyoung that you don't plan on coming back here. That you plan on staying as far away as you can from this town of yours, leaving it in the dust. And seeing Yeosang struggle with being separated from you for a few days, you're a bit concerned when he realizes that you won't be able to come back.

"Do you think I should tell Yeo?" You ask softly. Wooyoung purses his lips for a moment, before speaking.

"No. As you know, he's a big ol 'ball of sensitivity. Would probably starve himself until you come back. It's best to stay away and not tell him. Saying goodbye like normal isn't going to hurt though." Wooyoung looks down at his dusty shoes, trying his best to hold back his true feelings. He's grown attached to you being here so often, but it's not a shock that you're leaving. He just didn't expect it to be so soon. He thought he had more time to spend with you.

"I'll miss you, y/n. Really." He says, looking up at you. You see the blush rise on his cheeks but you say nothing. "You've been a delight around here; everyone loves when you pop in. And circus people are pretty picky. Including myself." He takes his cap off, clutching it between his fingers. "I thank you y/n. From the bottom of my heart and soul. You helped me take care of these animals, and without you, they would've been very ill. You are a caring and loving lady, and I know you will be an amazing veterinarian. I wish you the best of luck."

Shit. You can feel the tears tugging at the corners of your eyes, but you take a big breath, holding them back. It's too early in the night to cry.

"Thank you, Woo. Truly."

He winks.

—

The last couple of weeks go by quickly. You spend as much time as you can with Yeosang; watching him as he practices his tricks with his trainer and staying at almost every show. You can see that he's loosened up quite a bit, his roars less exhausted and more rambunctious. You giggle when he huffs and whines at Wooyoung, and brushes his coat while he's deep in sleep. You know it'll only hurt more when you leave him there, but you hope that he's not as attached as you are to him. Hoping that he just sees you as another trainer at the circus.

Hongjoong makes your farewell party in his style. Overdramatic, inviting every single person that has gotten into contact with you and more. You insist that he'd not throw one, but he ignored your pleas, confetti everywhere as you stared at him in annoyance. You've grown to love his crazy behavior, as much as you scold him for it. Yunho cries as you say your last goodbyes, pushing his head into your shoulder and letting out dramatic sobs. You only pat him and laugh, wiping away your tears. But separating from Wooyoung has to be the worst.

He holds his hand between his hands as you pull him into a hug, and you feel the trembling of his body as he tries to hold back his cries. You kiss his cheek and tell him that you'll message and call all the time, at least twice a week. He's become one of your best friends, and you're sure you won't even lose contact with him.

But the one encounter you aren't looking forward to is saying goodbye to Yeosang. You hold your breath outside of his tent, trying your best to control your face. He's an animal, yes, but he can sense when something is troubling you, and you'd rather not upset him. But sitting outside his cage as he sleeps only makes your chest clench.

"Hey, big boy Yeo," You whisper. You see his ear twitch, but he makes no move to open up his eyes.

"Gotta say goodbye. I won't be here for a few days because of... testing, but you better be a good boy for Wooyoung and the others. I'm counting on you to eat your food all the time, and not give any trouble. No temper tantrums, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can."

You close your eyes, feeling your voice begin to crack. "I love you, you know that right? You're my favorite tiger, Yeosang. No one can ever replace you. I'll see you in a bit, alright?" You stand, glancing one last time at your sleeping tiger, before jogging out, your sobs too much for you to hold back anymore.

—

"Already at my place! I'll see you when, next week?" San asks through the video call. You nod, munching on an apple.

You already packed up all of your belongings, just a few essentials before you leave for your new apartment. You've lived in this one your whole adult life, but you've decided that it's time to move on. Freshen up, and see the big world out there.

"Yup. Don't eat all of those candies your mom gave you, San. I'll fight you if you do."

"Kinky," he mumbles, and you roll your eyes. He laughs loudly, mentioning something about cleaning up before you say your goodbyes, hanging up the phone.

You put your phone on the charger, flopping yourself back into your bed, tossing the apple in the trash. It's been a few weeks since you've seen the circus, and your heart aches, but you don't dare to go back. Not when you know you'd probably want to stay.

You glance at time, rubbing your eyes. It's already almost midnight, and you still have a few things to unpack. But your head is throbbing and you're too tired to even think straight. You flick off the lamp next to your bed, throwing the cover over your face. Your eyes flutter close, and you hope that you can get think about that home renovator fucking you to Tuesday. But of course, nothing actually goes as planned.

The doorbell rings, and you let out a huff, screaming internally as you throw the blanket to the side and stomp to the door. Not bothering to even look in the peephole, you fling it open.

"What?"

Your eyes move up to the person standing there. Before you can yell again, he jumps into your arms, making you stumble backward into your apartment. The door shuts behind the two of you as you scream, enveloped in this man's embrace.

"I'm calling the police!" You scream, pushing him off of you. He falls back, landing on the floor.

You stay still, eyes on him. A light yellow, almost honey like color looks back at you. Scars cover his cheeks, and you see something on his neck. A tattoo, maybe? He's too far away to tell, and you'd rather not get close. He has a nose piercing, two small silver rings in his left nostril. His clothing is a bit small on him, shirt fitting like skin and pants high above his ankles. A distinct mark on his temple feels all too familiar. His eyes flutter, before his smile slowly goes away.

"Why did you leave me?" He asks simply.

"Get out of my house right now, and I won't call the police." You'd make a run for it, but you have no idea if he has a weapon on him.

His eyes look up at you, and you can't tell if it's mock innocence or not. He stumbles to his feet, your eyes flicking to something moving behind him. You tilt your head, and a tail appears. You stumble back, hitting your back on the counter.

"Shit," You curse, a small whine falling from your lips. You grab the pot from behind you, holding it out in defense as he moves closer. "I don't know who the hell you are, or why you're in my house, but you need to go. Now."

He shakes his head. "I can't go back there, y/n. Not without you. You left me without saying goodbye." Moist eyes look at you. "And you do know me. You're the one that's been with me for months, y/n. How can you forget me?"

You see his hair twitch, and you narrow your eyes. Fluffy triangles peek out of his long, soft orange locks. You blink quickly. No.

No fucking way are those ears.

"Who are you?" You say again, and he narrows his eyes. "How do you know my name?"

"How can you forget me so easily?"

His velvety voice rumbles through the room. He sighs, pulling down his shirt and turning his neck so you can see what's there. A sixty-nine is in his skin; burned into it rather than traditionally tattooed. You can see a faint outline of a scar that follows the dark letters. You only know one tattoo that looks the same as his, and you shake your head, hand trembling as you hold the pot.

"No, you can't be."

He smiles softly. "It is me. Why don't you believe me?"

The tail comes out, rubbing his thigh absentmindedly. You feel like your world is slowly ending as you take him in. You can't forget those eyes that stared at you with intelligence beyond just a simple animal’s. But it's not possible. This can't be Yeosang standing in front of you.

"What's your name?" You ask. "I need to know if it's really you."

"Yeosang." He says simply. "I am a South Chinese Tiger hybrid. I am half man, half beast. And you are y/n, the trainer that used to come in about three times a week to take care of me alongside Wooyoung. Although recently, she has left without a trace."

It's him. You know it's him from the mischievous look in his eyes, to the scars and markings across his skin that are too similar to ignore. He's your tiger. It all makes no sense but you can’t quite come up with another solution.

You drop the pot slowly. "How... How are you a human, Yeosang?"

He furrows his eyebrows, deep in thought. "I would rather not talk about that, if you don't mind." He has two sets of ears, the human ones on the sides, and the animal ones on the top. You can't help but stare at his animal attributes, too fascinated to continue to question him.

"Why didn't you say goodbye? You told me that you would never leave, y/n. You said that you would always come back. But then I heard Wooyoung talking to Yunho about you leaving the town, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to come and see why you're leaving me."

You hear the desperation in his voice as he looks at you. Your head is so confused; trying your best to process that your tiger is now a fully functioning human hybrid, and that he's standing in your apartment. And you can't help but notice the sharp edges to his features, the thick brows and clenched jaw line. You glance at Adam's apple moving before you shake your head. He's handsome.

Get out of your thoughts, you think.

"I never planned on staying there, Yeosang—"

"Don't call me that." He says sharply. "Call me Yeo."

You tsk. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and your eyes widen. "Yeo...?"

He sighs in satisfaction as you continue.

"I don't want to be here anymore. I always planned on going to the city for college, taking a job there and moving away from this town. I've hated it here. I can't stand being in this place. It makes me sick, if I'm being honest with you."

"This is our home," Yeosang says simply. "How could you leave our home?"

"Did you like being there, at the circus? Stuck in a cage all day, and then performing for people?"

His ears lower as he looks away, tail swaying slightly. "I am grateful that I'm not dead. Luxuries of open fields and hunting like a true beast are desires, but I've accepted that I'm not ever going to have that. And that's okay."

Your brain is foggy as you strain to keep yourself awake for the conversation. Yeosang seems to notice your tiredness as he looks at you with concern.

"You should rest, y/n."

"Are you going back to the circus?" You ask, and he raises his brows as if you'd asked a stupid question.

"Why would I do that? You're here, I'm not leaving you."

Oh no. You did not sign up to babysit a handsome tiger man, you're leaving for school. The last thing you need is the government coming to you and arresting you for holding back a rare creature. You rub your face, knowing that you won't refuse him because one; you're a punk and two; no one in their right mind would believe a word that you say about a hybrid tiger.

"Have you eaten today?" You ask softly. He furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought.

"No, but I can wait. I can wait until you're ready to prepare something else. I don't want to be a burden on you."

You shake your head. "No, I'll grab you something from the kitchen and we can figure out whatever's going on right now." You glance on your TV, flicking it on. "Do you mind waiting in here while I go and grab you something?"

He shakes his head, sitting softly on the edge of the cushions. He looks back at you with those curious eyes of his, before turning to the TV in front of him. You see his tail rest lightly next to him as his eyes focus on the late night cartoons.

You walk into the kitchen, grabbing some leftovers out of the fridge and heating them in the microwave. You sit on the edge of the counter as you wait, legs swinging back and forth slowly. It's too late to think about how Yeosang became what he is, or how he found your home. You're not sure if you want to tell San about what's happening; afraid that he'd only laugh and brush it off. You want to believe that the man in your living room is lying to you, but you know it's not true. That's your Yeosang, no matter how much you deny it.

The beep pulls you out of your thoughts, and you jump down, grabbing the food and a fork. You walk into the living room, eyes flicking to the TV. A news report is running, and you almost drop the food in your hands.

Local Circus Tiger Missing from Its Habitat.

Yeosang gladly takes the food from your hands as your eyes stay glued to the program.

"Trainer reports that he heard a large cracking sound before running into the tent, seeing the coveted rare South Chinese Tiger gone. The cage was in stable condition, and no one suspects that the tiger has left on his own. Since it is one of the very few left in the world, many suspect that it was stolen. Police are currently searching the area for a trace of where this tiger named Yeosang has gone. As a precaution, please stay in your homes and do not go outside unless absolutely necessary, in case this tiger is on the loose. If spotted, please contact the police immediately and do not engage. This is..."

You look at Yeosang as he munches happily, fingers scooping the food from the bowl without a care in the world. You sit next to him, making sure not to land on his tail. You've got a rogue tiger in your apartment, and the city is searching everywhere for him. You glance at Yeosang's ears, letting out a sigh.

He pauses in scarfing down his food, cocking his head towards you. His ears twitch as he looks at you. "No one will find me here." He explains. "I'm a human now, they can't tell it's me, you don't need to worry."

"Yeosang, you should go back." You say, and he freezes completely at your words. "Being here, with me... this isn't where you belong, Yeo. You deserve more than what I can provide. You need to go back home."

"That's not my home." He states simply, licking his fingers. You pass him a wet towelette, and he stares at it, before wiping his fingers.

"This isn't your home either—"

"Yes it is."

"Yeosang—"

"My home is where you are, y/n," he looks at you seriously. "You are my mate, I'm not leaving you. I can't leave you."

You blink quickly. Mate? There's so many meanings and ways to take that, but your lids are so heavy and you can't quite think straight this late. You rub your face, tapping your cheeks to wake yourself up.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow, alright? We both need sleep. Do you mind sleeping here? I don't have another bed for you, Yeo."

"Can I not sleep with you?" He asks, following you to the kitchen with the bowl in his hand. You point as he drops it, and instructs him on how to wash his hands. As he scrubs, you answer.

"It's... complicated. Humans don't do that with people they don't know well. It's kind of, for being together?" You're not quite sure how to explain it to him, since, as you're watching him scrub his hands, he's not exactly... Human. You grab his hand as you see him scrubbing a bit too hard, probably close to tearing his skin.

He looks at you in confusion. "Are we not together?"

"Not in that way." You say simply. You see the curiosity in his eyes but he doesn't push you further, nodding slowly.

"Do you have a cage that you want to put me in then?" He asks softly, eyes cast downward. You see his ears drop as he waits for you to guide him to one. How long has he lived as a tiger? It seems like he's never been a human, mind still stuck in his animal body.

You shake your head. "I'm not putting you in a cage, Yeo. You can use the blankets I have on the couch and sleep."

His ears perk up. "So no cage?"

"No cage."

His grin spreads across his cheeks as he pulls you into a hug, thanking you softly at your hospitality. You wrap your arms around him slowly, head tucked into his chest. He smells like rain mixed with the outdoors, natural and fresh. You pull away slowly, before gesturing to the couch.

"I'll be in my room if you need me. Don't do too much damage around here while I sleep, alright?"

He blinks slowly, before nodding. "I won't do anything like that to my trainer."

"I'm not your trainer anymore, Yeo. And you're a human now. You don't need anyone to own you or train you, alright?" You say sternly. He wiggles his head up and down quickly. You flick off the TV, whispering a soft goodnight to him before walking into your own room and closing the door slightly.

Your head is spilling over with how many thoughts you have, but your exhaustion hits deeper than curiosity, immediately shutting your eyes closed.

—

Yeosang stands in the living room, tail flicking around anxious as he stares at the couch in front of him. How do humans sleep? He hasn't been one in a while, and he's not too sure how to do anything. The strange look that you gave him when he was eating out of the bowl is enough to tell him that he's not humaning correctly. You're already fast asleep, your soft snores making his tiger ears twitch. He moves the blanket to the side, slowly lying his body down as he stares at the ceiling.

A part of him misses the smell of the tent; enveloped with the sounds of the other animals around him as he slept. Opening his eyes to see you almost everyday, taking care of him in every way that you could. The way your eyes brightened up when he followed an instruction you said without much effort on your part. How you called him your big boy, your eyes shining lightly on him. Ever since you've entered the tent he couldn't keep you out of his mind.

He used to wake up every morning, ready to follow the same routine. Wooyoung grooms him, feeds him, he performs, he eats again, and he sleeps. He cares for Wooyoung, but the repetitiveness of his life dragged on, and he isn't sure how long he's been doing that same thing. But hearing your laughter as you practiced your jokes on him, your soft cries after the stress of a test got to you, and your content gaze as you read a book to him. You've changed everything, and once you left; things weren't the same.

Wooyoung didn't tell him anything, not one word fell from his lips. Not even a mention that you won't see him again.

Yeosang rubs his face, pulling the blanket over his body. He's not sure how he'll be able to rest, knowing you're in the room next to him. He breathes in the scent of you in the fabric, comforting to his nose, calming his rising heart. Your mere presence makes his anxiousness go away; he's not sure if he'll ever be able to leave you. His mate.

His.

—

The bright sun shines down on you as you tighten your lids, letting out a strained groan before blinking slowly. You try to stretch, but a grip on your body keeps you in place. You blink once.

Twice.

His body is pressed against yours, soft breaths tickling the hairs on your neck. His grip on you is strong, your behind pressed up against him with no room for surprises. You feel his fingers resting just above your crotch, lightly holding you. Before you could turn around and yell at him for being in your bed, you feel it.

His morning wood presses lightly against your ass. You try pulling away, but he groans softly. His tongue drags across the skin below your ear, hips lightly humping you. You feel your face flush as he continues licking and pressing himself into you, hands slowly sliding lower. You finally struggle out of his arms, and his eyes lazily open, looking at the panicked look in your eyes.

He furrows his eyebrows, cocking his head. “y/n? Are you okay?”

“I… fine, I’m fine.”

He reaches out to you but you take a step back. His eyes flick to the small movement, pressing his lips in a straight line. “I’m sorry if coming into your bed made you uncomfortable. I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but I’ll try not to do it again.” He rubs the back of his neck, shrugging his shoulders. “Where is the restroom?”

“Down the hallway,” You point, and he nods, dropping your blanket back on the bed. “There’s a blue toothbrush in there. Do you know how to do that?” You avert your eyes as you ask, the heat coating your cheeks.You hear him scoff softly.

“I’m a tiger hybrid, y/n. Not a child.” He disappears down the hallway away from you.

You grab your toothbrush off your side table, avoiding the bathroom and walking into the kitchen. As you brush your teeth over the sink, you stare out the small window, deep in thought. You’re not sure what to do. There’s only a matter of time before someone comes knocking on your door, and if they see Yeosang; tail and all, it’ll only lead to more questions with little answers. Neither of them you have to give.

“I wasn’t sure where to put the brush, so I left it on your sink,” Yeosang says, walking into the room. Thankfully, there’s no more boner, but you’re still annoyed. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” He confesses. “I should have controlled my instincts better, I’m no longer a full tiger.”

“Why did you come into my room?” You ask.

“I… I couldn’t sleep there alone. And your scent swirls in the air. It’s comforting, but that wasn’t enough. I needed to know that you were okay, so I followed where your scent was strongest and rested with you. I haven’t been a human in a whole, so I didn’t realize that something like this would offend you. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

You see the regret on his face as he looks at you, and you nod. He’s learning, he’s trying his best and you can’t fault him for that. “I forgive you. Just, next time ask if you can sleep with me, Yeo. I would’ve had a heart attack…” If you didn’t wake me up with your humping. But you think it’s best to not talk about it. If he doesn’t remember, then you’ll just forget about it. He’s still a tiger, after all.

You rub your neck, the feeling of him licking your skin still there. You glance at his tight clothing, shaking your head. “Let’s get you out of those clothes-”

Your doorbell rings, and you tense up. You look back at him, pointing to your room. “Close the door and stay in there until whoever it is leaves. Some of San’s clothes are in my drawers, just grab one of them, alright?”

Yeo widens his eyes, “y/n-”

You shush him, watching as he disappears, tail following behind him.

You open the door slowly, eyes glancing up. His brown hair is as messy as usual, a bright smile on his face as he tips his hat to you. His dimples shine at you softly. His belt rests low on his hips, and you glance at the police officer badge that rests on his chest.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, y/n.” He smiles at you, tilting his head. You like seeing him, but you have other crises to deal with. His eyes flick behind you for a moment, before looking back at you. “H-How are you?”

You raise an eyebrow at the stutter. “I’m good, how are you? Still dealing with Jihoon and his wife?”

Jongho rubs his face, sighing loudly. “He keeps on bothering that tattoo parlor guy, you know? And then he comes to us and talks about his wife, I don’t think the boys want to hear about it anymore.”

You giggle, shaking your head, “Well, hopefully he’ll stop soon. So, what’s up? Here to arrest me, sir?”

You see the blush creep up his neck as he laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his head and looking away, “Ah, you jokester. No, I presume you’ve heard about the missing tiger from the Kim’s Circus.”

Your blood runs cold as you try your best to keep a poker face as he continues.

“Yeoyang, I believe his name is?”‌‌ He frowns. “I’m not really sure, Wooyoung was in a panic and I couldn’t quite understand him. But then he mentioned you and I know you're doing that veterinarian thing, and-”

“You think I know where a thousand pound tiger is?”

"You know I have to check all of my bases," Jongho mumbles. "I know you'd never hide a tiger—" your eye twitches— "but I have to check anyway. Plus the guys at the station won't let me live it down if I didn't come up here." He looks at you sheepishly. "We haven't seen each other in a bit, do you mind inviting me in for some coffee?"

He tilts his head to the side, smiling softly at you. Any other day you would immediately say yes and invite him in, but from the loud drop in your room and thankfully, he didn't hear it, you have to resist his little dimples. You shake your head.

"I can't today Jong, I'm sorry. But maybe some other time? Raincheck?"

He nods quickly, smile never fading. "Of course! I didn't mean to bother you, I'll be on my way." He glances behind you again. "Call me if you see anything suspicious or get weird phone calls. Usually, there's someone who contacts people close to the animal and bribes in exchange for its safety. We can't have that, now, can we?"

You sense a shift in his tone as he looks at you. You've known each other for years, so he could probably notice that you're on edge, but just not know about what exactly. And you're thankful that Yeosang hasn't come out of the room.

"I'll tell you guys immediately, no questions asked."

"Good, well I'll see you around, y/n. Tell San I said hello!" He tips his hat once before turning around, walking down your steps.

You waved goodbye, closing the door softly. You hate to lie to him, and you honestly wish you could tell him the truth about Yeo. But it's best to be safe and not mention anything about him to anyone, unless absolutely necessary. Putting him in danger is the last thing you want to do. You wouldn't forgive yourself if he got caught or worse.

"Is he gone now?"

You jump at Yeosang's voice, turning to him. He stands there, soft yellow eyes narrowed as he looks at you. His face is scrunched up in disgust, eyes flicking over your figure.

"You smell like him," He moves a strand of hair away from your face. The featherlight touch of his fingers makes you shiver, his eyes still focused on yours. "Did he touch you?"

"No. And it doesn't matter if he did, anyway," You grumble, walking around him.

You don't see the way his jaw clenches, eyes closing to hold back his frustration. It isn't your fault; you don't know the meaning of a mate. Tigers usually have several in their lifetime, but he hasn't ever been moved by anyone other than you. And because of your human instincts, you don't even notice his advances. He thought it would be easier because you're a veterinarian, but it seems more complicated. He lets out a soft sigh, before following you to the kitchen.

"Where are you going to go after this?" You ask, drinking your water slowly.

He cocks his head to the side. "Where will I go? After what?"

You gesture to the boxes around you. "I'm moving out, Yeosang. I'm going to my graduate school soon. I can't stay here and babysit you."

His folded hands tighten slightly. "I'm not a baby, or a child. I am a hybrid y/n; just because I haven't been a human for long doesn't mean anything. I can take care of myself. I don't understand why you're being like this." He rubs his eyes, shaking his head. "You don't remind me of the y/n that took care of me. You seem distant."

Did he expect you to be filled with joy at seeing your tiger as a human? He's handsome, no doubt, but you have goals, things you want to do. And he's just a roadblock. You thought that you'd move on from the circus and explore bigger things. But him sitting there, tail resting behind him and two pairs of ears, all you can think about is the problems he brings you. Is that being selfish? Maybe. But you've been selfless your whole life. Caring about yourself once in a while is self care.

"I... Yeo—"

"Do you not respect me as a human?" His eyes widen as a realization hits him. "You've always been comfortable with telling me your feelings and ideas when I couldn't speak back properly, but now that I can, you're afraid."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You are afraid of me,” his gaze flicks down to his hands, “You don't care for me the same way. Ever since I've walked into here, you've treated me like I am a stranger to you. I can see why this might be a bit scary, but I don't know if I can handle the space between us." He stands up, glancing around. You gave him some of San’s clothes that he left behind, and he wears it loosely on his figure, a bit too big on him. He closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. “I can leave.”

“Yeo-”

“I don’t want to be in a place where I’m not wanted, y/n. It’s okay, I’ll leave.” He nods once at you, before glancing down at his clothing. “I know you feel more comfortable with me not being able to say anything, and that’s okay. Your care is my utmost priority, and I was being foolish, not seeing it last night. I can hear your heartbeat and feel your anxiety, but I assumed it was just from excitement.” His lips twitch. “I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Yeosang, can you just listen to me for a second?” You say, your irritation growing. He stops talking, looking at you.

“This is all new to me, okay?‌ I don’t, I didn’t expect all of this to happen, alright? I never thought that you would ever be a human, and I’m honestly just confused and yes, I am afraid.‌ But not of you, just this situation. But I don’t want you to think I hate you or dislike you, because I‌ don’t. I just… I’m not sure how to deal with this. And yes, a part of me just wants you to disappear and go away. But now, I think, if you want, you can come with me to the city. My apartment has three bedrooms there, so you’ll be able to fit in there comfortably.”

His ears perk up at your words.

“I know it’ll take me a while to get used to you being you, and I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting.” You smile at him softly. It’s been less than a day, but you’ve already grown a bit attached to him. It’s not like you want him to go, you’re just terrified. What if the people who made him half human, half tiger saw the news? They’re probably looking for him, and he could be in danger right now.

“It’s quite alright, and I wouldn’t mind going there with you.” He isn’t going to mention the mate thing for a while. He’s noticed that you avoid the topic. You haven’t even said a word about what happened this morning. “If you want me there.”

“I do.” You grin, and his tail flicks back and forth in excitement. More like a canine rather than a feline, but you’re happy that he’s happy.

His limbs twitch, wanting to pull you in a hug.‌‌‌ But he holds himself back, knowing that you’re not exactly comfortable with him yet. He glances around the room, before looking back at you. “So when will we be leaving?”

“In a few days.”

The few days passed by rather quickly, Yeosang becoming accustomed to being around you.‌ The incident from the first night didn’t happen again, you bought him a mattress to rest until you move to the new apartment. He’s kept his distance from you, similar behaviors from before when he was upset. But you’ve rarely seen anything but a smile on his lips as he walks around with you, eyes always on yours. The 69 on his neck catches your eye each time he displays his neck, although you’ve noticed that he prefers the long sleeved sweaters that you have. He curls himself up onto the couch most of the day, in and out of sleep. None of that is very much out of the ordinary.

The last few days he’s been strange. Immediately rubbing himself all over your clothing whenever you finished cleaning. Staring at you, and whenever you asked him what’s wrong he’d just sigh and look away. Tail sometimes curling around your leg as you wash dishes, scolding him before he moves away. His hands sometimes brush against your neck, his constant excuse that you had a piece of dust sitting there.

Growling lowly whenever you chatted with San, ignoring you. His chest would puff out as an act of aggression, tail completely still as he watches the screen. Until, you scratched behind his ears and he’d huff happily, quickly getting over his annoyance. You asked him what it was all about but he’d just change the subject. Those are only a few things that’s been bothering you, but you’re just not sure how to properly act around him. Maybe he’s noticed that you’re always on your toes?

The drive to your new apartment is about three hours long, Yeosang preferring to lay in the backseat, gaze on your sunroof. He doesn’t say much on the drive there, his body purring lightly as he feels the soft breeze from the open windows. You glance back at him from the rear view ever so often, your lips unable to hold anything but a smile. You can’t help it; you like him being around.‌

You’re used to staying at home alone, San sometimes coming over and bringing warmth to your home. But with Yeosang here, you look forward to opening the door and seeing him laying on the floor in front of the television set, ears twitch slightly when he hears you walk in. Lazily coming up from a nap to ask you what’s for dinner, and about your day. He hasn’t mentioned how he came to be or why he’s a hybrid, and you never push it. He’ll tell you when you’re ready.

You park in front of your new apartment, reaching back and poking Yeosang’s cheek. His eyes flick open, narrowing once they meet yours.

“Time to get up, sleepy head. We’re here. Remember to grab the hat and hide your tail underneath your clothing, alright?” You say softly, rolling up the windows. You hear a frustrated sigh as he puts on the beanie, curling up his tail into his sweater.

“There has to be more hybrids like me,” he mumbles. “The lab had so many.”

You look at him but he says nothing more about it, stepping out of the car. You lock the doors behind you, Yeosang running ahead, glancing back ever so often to make sure you’re there. You open the door, and he stands outside, glancing around before entering. He runs his hands along the walls of your new apartment, ears twitching at the new sounds. You say nothing, letting him grow accustomed to it as you walk into the bathroom to freshen up.

You come out quickly, hair wet from the quick shower you took. You look around for Yeosang, until you hear a large thump coming from the back of the house. You widen your eyes, jogging down the hallway before swinging the guest room door open.

Yeosang sits in the middle of the room, tail resting lightly behind him. He looks at you, a wide grin on his lips. “You made the room feel like a forest, y/n.” He points to the humidifier in the corner of the room, your biggest purchase and your bank account is definitely crying right now.

You painted the walls a dark green, almost black. You’ve researched that South Chinese Tigers live in damp forests, and you hope your poor man’s attempt at making him feel comfortable is enough. You put several plants around the room, decorating his bed with fake leaves. It’s the best that you can do with your pitiful almost-doctor salary. The bigger humidifier spoke to you, but that’s an investment for another time.

“The rug I bought and the sheets are coming soon. I know you like to lay on the floor a lot, so I bought that just in case you don’t feel like resting in bed.” You say, feeling your cheeks burn. It’s a bit warm in the room, but you’ve noticed that Yeosang hates the cold, always tucked under several layers of blankets.

“… You didn’t need to do this,”‌ he says softly. “I would have been fine with anything. I wouldn’t have complained.”

“I know, and that’s why I did it,”‌ you say simply. Yeosang isn’t one to voice his concerns, keeping to himself often. You realized that he hated well-done meat after a few days, catching him sighing as he looked at the meat placed in front of him. You’re not sure how much the tiger side of him affects his human body, so you cooked the meat for him rare. Right when you placed it in front of him, his ears perked up and he ate it quicker than anything you’ve previously given him.

“I want you to feel comfortable while you’re in our home,” You say, gesturing to the room. “I hope you like it, and if you need anything please just let me know. I’ll try my best to give it to you.”

He stands up from his spot, taking small steps toward you. Only a foot away, you see the flush of his cheeks, eyes focused on yours. Flicks of brown are in the bright yellow, something you haven’t noticed before.

“Can I hug you?” He asks softly. Your heart swells at his care for you, and you nod.

He immediately wraps his arms around you, pressing you against his cheeks. He sighs in content, and you feel his tail curl around your legs, nose sniffing your hair.

“Thank you for not pushing me away. I know this is hard for you to do, taking care of someone while still being in school. I know that, and I’ll try my best to help you in any way that I can.”

“You don’t have to do that, you being here is enough for me, Yeo,” You tease, combing your fingers through his soft locks. He leans into your touch, pressing you harder against him. You let out a small oof, and he laughs, pulling you away.

“Sorry, it just feels good, when you do that.”‌ He says simply. You pull your hand out of his hair, laughing awkwardly as you look away.

“Ha, well… I’ll go make lunch. Come out whenever you’re ready.” You say softly, and he nods, watching as you go.

He curses at himself, closing the door behind you. He’s overstepped, again. But he doesn’t know how to make you see that he’s yours, in every form of the word. Right when he breaks through one of the barriers you’ve put between the two of you, you build it up again. He glances around the room, seeing the small nuisances you’ve made, just for him.

It’s a comfortable warmth in here, but he saw how sweaty you were, wiping your forehead constantly. The dark colors that he would see if he was out in the wild, splashes of color ever so often. He always wondered why you were gone for hours at a time; seeing you covered in paint and tired. His eyes wander around the room, brushing lightly against the plants you’ve placed in there.

Tears coats his eyes as he sees the care you’ve done, all for him. When weeks ago, you told him that you didn’t know what to do with him. But now, you only give him smiles, tell him that you’ve missed him. And making this room, all for him, is only another extension of your care. Your love. Something you won’t admit to yourself.

He sits on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his light locks. Telling you how he became who he is, it can bring you great danger. And that’s the last thing he’d ever want to do. But, he can’t comprehend you being out of his life. Maybe telling you is the best thing to do. He looks down at his hands, seeing them tremble.‌ He swallows, nodding to himself.

He’ll tell you today.

You look at Yeosang as he pushes around the meat on his plate in deep thought, eyebrows furrowed. His tail flicks back and forth anxiously, ears perked straight up. He’s in a T-shirt, a rarity since you’ve bought him mostly sweaters. Is he uncomfortable? You know that it takes a second for animals to adjust, but the way he’s acting, you thought that he liked it.

“Yeo?” You say softly. He doesn't look up from his plate, eyes still furrowed. “Is something wrong? Did you need anything else?”

“No.”

You take the last bite of your food, standing up and walking into the kitchen, washing off your dish slowly. He’s always been open about his feelings, but now, you’ve never seen him so closed off. Maybe he doesn’t like the room? But he seemed so happy about it, it had to be something else…

Oh.

You pushed him away again, running away to the kitchen after playing with his hair. Is he offended?

“y/n?”

You jump at his voice, turning around.‌‌‌ His eyes are usually always on yours, but he’s distant this time, lips in a straight line.

“Can we talk in the living room? I think it’ll be best to explain it there. Don’t worry, this isn’t about you.” He says quickly, playing his dish in the sink. You follow after him, sitting in the chair across from Yeosang. He rubs his fingers together, before touching his neck softly, fingers running across the tattoo burned into his skin.

“When I was born, I was in a lab. I wasn’t a tiger in the beginning, and I wasn’t a human either. The people who took care of me told me that I am only a weapon, nothing more or less.‌ And that I needed to follow their every order, or else. I listened. I was taught how to move between being a tiger and an almost human,” He gestures at his tail. “I lived there with others. There were several different species along with myself, all predators. I don’t know the process, but I know that I wasn’t exactly born. I woke up in a closed room, I can still remember everything from then until now. I remember taking my first steps and turning into the tiger you’re used to seeing.

“But I got tired of listening to them. I am a predator. I couldn’t do it anymore.‌ So I broke out and left. Ran until I couldn’t run anymore. Lived in people’s backyards and abandoned homes, until I realized that becoming a tiger might be better. So I let the circus people take me. I learned that people don’t question animals, although the scars that cover me and the 69 pressed into my skin from the lab raised eyebrows, many assumed I was just a rogue black market tiger. And I was a cute cub at that time, so I wasn’t killed.

“The others, I have seen some. They’re not too far from here, and you probably haven’t noticed. Their appearance is more human when they transform. Jeong Yunho, Kim Hongjoong, those are only a few. Ah,” His eyebrows raise as he thinks. “Choi Jongho, your police officer friend.‌‌ He knew I was in there, in the apartment, but he didn’t say a word. I am forever grateful for that; he always told me that it’s a hazard for all of us to be in the same town, but I thought it was best for us to separate.”

He finally looks up from his hands. “It’s better to not mention the types of animals Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho are. I want you to know as little as possible, in case someone comes and tries to figure out if you have me with you. I‌ haven’t been a human in a while, so they might not recognize me. At least, until they see the ears and tail.” He touches his ears lightly.

“I kept this from you to protect you.‌‌‌ But over these weeks, I've realized that we’ll be in each other’s lives for a long time. You’ve accepted me with open arms, and I’m forever grateful.” His smile grows as he looks at you. “I’m sorry I’ve kept this from you, but I can’t get into much more detail than that. If you want me to leave, do not hesitate. I will leave right now if you want me to.”

Silence fills the room as he finishes his words. You close your eyes, rubbing your face.‌ Yeosang is an experiment.‌ The government planned, or plans, to use him as a weapon. The lovable, wide eyed and big hearted Yeosang is supposed to be a deadly weapon. You completely understand why he didn’t tell you this immediately. The old you would’ve pushed him out of the door, scared out of your mind. You’re still scared, but you can’t imagine Yeosang being back out there. Even if there’s other hybrids, he’ll be at risk.

And you think it’s best if he stays with you.

“I don’t want you to leave,”‌ you say softly. “I can’t imagine you gone, Yeo. I think you’ve grown on me.” You tease, and he chuckles lightly. “Thank you for telling me this. I can’t even understand what you’ve gone through, but I’m happy you trust me enough to tell me.”

He nods happily. “I trust you, y/n, with everything. I just hope one day you feel the same about me.”

"What do you mean? I do trust you, Yeo. Why do you think I don't?"

He sighs, rubbing his neck slowly. You see him trace the outline of the numbers before he opens his mouth. "You... You trust me yes, but you keep yourself closed off from me. I try to push past those barriers that you have, but it's only so much I can do. I want you to feel comfortable enough with me. But I can wait."

"It's not that I'm not comfortable with you, it's that, I don't know. I don't know if something that I'm doing is bothering you, you know? Like earlier, when I put my hand in your hair—"

"I purred, y/n," he deadpans. "I like it when you touch me."

You look away from his piercing gaze, too overwhelmed with what to say.

"Have you thought about what I've said? About you being my mate?"

Yes. It occupies your mind more than you like, consumes your thoughts constantly. Yeosang keeps on saying that he's your mate so nonchalantly, as if he's telling you the weather. And you're not even sure.... No, you are sure that you feel the same. But your insecurities just continue to pile as you look at him, knowing that he can do so much better than you.

"Please tell me something, y/n. I can help you. I just need you to tell me." He says desperately. You shake your head, looking down.

Holding back how you feel will only gnaw at you until you can't take it anymore. You sigh, eyes fluttering close.

"I am, I, well... Ever since you told me that first night, I can stop thinking about it. Tigers, they have several mates over the years but many do stay with the one that they've chosen. So you telling me that you consider me yours, it's a big fucking deal. I just want to know why."

A knock on the door interrupts the two of you, and you throw Yeosang's hat to him, quickly wiping away your almost tears before rushing to the door. Thankfully, this one has a peephole. San stands on the other side, leaning against the wall as he looks out. You sigh, leaning your head on the door.

Before you open it, Yeosang's hands envelopes yours, stopping you from turning the knob. You look back at him, confused.

"Don't open it," he says softly, almost too low for you to hear. "I didn't tell you the last thing about me." His tail is stiff, pupils thin as he keeps his eyes on the door.

"I can't ignore him, Yeo. And it's San, he won't hurt a fly."

"No, y/n. He's not who you think he is. He pulls your hand away from the door, and you stumble back, confused.

"What the hell—"

"He's one of them," Yeosang shakes glancing at the door. "One of the new predators, y/n. I can smell him from here. He smells like—"

"y/n! Are you going to open the door or am I going to stand out here all day?"

Yeosang looks at you desperately. You glance between him and the door, weighing your options. You've know San for most of your life, growing up with the dork. He's never been weird or suspicious, always helping you when he can. Why would he be one the predators that Yeosang is talking about?

But the pure fear in Yeosang's eyes as he stares at the door, tail straight up and ears perked. His hands dig into the couch fabric behind him, frame rigged. He won't lie about something like this, that you know. He puffs out his chest, low snarls falling from his lips. His eyes are almost a brown as he focuses on the door, fear slowly replaced by anger, waiting for San to break down the door.

If San is who he says he is, he'll understand that you can't see him right now. You grab your phone, shooting him a quick text.

you: hey San! i hear u but i can't really talk right now! got too many boxes to sort through Hhhhh. ill call you when you can come over? drinks on me!

You hear the notification sound from outside the door, listening silently as he types into his phone.

san: u sure? i can help ya out if u want!

you: thanks ;; but im good for now! ill probably message u in the next couple days or so! ❤️

san: fine,,, u owe me gas money for driving over here :/ see you~

You hear his steps fade away, letting out a breath of relief. You look to Yeosang, the anger in his posture not at all gone. You walk over, wrapping your arms around his torso, listening to the rapid beats of his heart. His form slowly molds into yours, before you feels his arms resting on your back. His breaths slow down as he presses his nose into your hair, your smell comforting.

"Thank you for trusting me," he says softly. "I know San is your friend, but I know that something is off about him. He smells like the labs, y/n. He smells like the labs."

You nod your head as you listen to him.

"There are predators that are better than me, faster than me. He's one of the more evolved ones, easier to blend into normal human life. I didn't think I'd need to explain this, but the better hybrids know how to camoflague. Take the lives of existing humans and replacing them easily."

You pull away, looking up at him. "What are you saying?" His eyebrows are tight as he looks at you. His hand brushes against your cheek, before he rests his forehead on yours.

"Your friend, San. He was gone long ago. That is not the same San that you know."

—

Weeks go by and you've ignored San to the point where he doesn't call or text you. Your last conversation ended in anger, you telling him that you needed some space to adjust and him screaming at you about being unreasonable. You believed Yeosang, of course you did, but that conversation proved it to you. San and you, you never fought that hard before. He never called you a bitch so easily, never daring to cross that line.

But the San that you spoke to on the phone did. He called you every name in the book and more, before not contacting you again. You're not sure if he knows about you harboring Yeosang, but he gave no indication of it, thankfully.

Yeosang's been your only friend every since you've moved. You video call Wooyoung every once in a while, listening to his low drawl as he told you about the adjustments the circus made. They bought another animal in, a gorilla. You aren't sure if it's actually legal to own one in a circus, but you don't mention it, you just like speaking to him.

After the incident, Yeosang stuck to your side like glue. Everywhere you went, even to the bathroom, he's always close behind, tail constantly curling into your figure and hands always brushing against your skin. Sometimes, he rubs his head against the clothes you wear, encouraging you to run your fingers through his blond locks. His eyes always watch you as you do so.

You spend time in his room as he reads books softly; the deep timbre of his voice resonating around the room. Your sleeping arrangements are the same, you two in separate rooms. But once during the night you opened the door to him curled against the entrance, on guard as you slept. You scolded him softly before pushing him back to his room, but you suspect that he does it every night, going back to his room just before you wake up each morning.

You've accepted the title of being Yeosang's mate, not that you've told him of course. The threat of fake San barging into your apartment is high, and the potential for others to come is even higher. Yeosang is already stressed enough, and you think adding your feelings into the mix would only make it worse. Because, you love him.

It's strange to think about it. You've only met him as a hybrid a couple of months ago, but you can't even see yourself without his presence. He makes you happier than you've ever been, and his level of caring for you supersedes anything you've ever felt. You wake up and fall asleep, only thinking about him. As long as you see those golden eyes of his every morning.

You sit in the living room, combing your fingers through Yeosang's hair as you both watch a movie. You're lying back on the couch, his body resting over your legs, head on your stomach as you feel his chest rumbling in satisfaction at your touches. Your leg is falling asleep but you don't dare tell Yeo; he's just a big cat after all. He’d just grumble in irritation and whine for the rest of the night.

The scene flicks to the main characters pulling off each other's clothes, and you tense up at that. Yeosang doesn't move at all, watching in silence. The remote is too far away for you to skip, so you settle on watching it, fingers stopping in his hair.

The man begins fucking the woman against the wall, and you widen your eyes. What the hell? Do they not censor anything on TV these days? Yeosang’s hold around your waist tightens slightly, and you feel his head turn. You look down at him, seeing him sniff just beneath your stomach. You widen your eyes as he nuzzles your stomach, untangling himself from around your waist. He pressed his tongue just below your navel, eyes flicking up to yours.

“Yeosang, you can’t–”

“I know you want me, y/n. I can smell you,” He pushes his nose into your crotch, taking long breaths. “I can’t stop, not when you smell so good.”‌ His voice deepens, a dark gleam in his eyes. You’ve never seen them so blown out, pupils completely consuming the gold.

His nostrils flare, moving his face between your legs. You feel his fingers tease the lining of your sweats, keeping his eyes on yours.

“I can’t wait to fuck into you, feeling your pussy tightening around my cock, fucking into you so hard you can’t breathe. Wouldn’t you like that, y/n? Don’t you want me?” You can feel the sheer arousal emitting off of him, the desperate need that threatens to wrap around you. He leans down, eyes focused on yours.

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me, and I’ll go away.” You feel the hardness of his cock pressing into your leg, his lips dragging across your cheeks as he waits for you to say something.

You clench your core, eyes fluttering as you feel the room suddenly become hot. “I want you, Yeo. I do.”

The pure evil smirk he gives you is sin incarnated. He pulls down your pants quickly, ripping off your underwear with ease. You lift your legs as he tosses your pants to the side. He tilts his head as he looks down at you, thumbs teasing your sweat up lightly. Despite his feverish behavior, he presses wet kisses up your torso as he slowly pulls your sweater over you.

You’re not wearing a bra, and he sighs in content as he sees your beautiful breasts on display for him. His rough tongue wraps around your nipple, nipping it with his teeth lightly. You moan softly as he moves to the other breast, sucking it softly. He continues to press kisses into your skin, paying special attention to the crook in your neck, licking it slowly.

“Yeo, please,”‌ you groan, feeling him smile into your skin. His lips trail along your jawline before his eyes finally level with yours.

“You’re so beautiful, and all mine.”‌ His words are filled with so much love as he looks at you, nose brushing lightly against yours. “I have to tell you, I don’t know what will happen when I‌ mate with you. Hybrids aren’t exactly animal or human. I wasn’t made for the purpose of reproducing, but I‌ have the instincts anyway.”

He presses his lips lightly to the corner of yours, shuddering softly. “I might be too rough. I don’t want to hurt you, so tell me to stop whenever and I will.”

“You won’t hurt me, Yeo,”‌ You say softly. He smiles, softly pressing his lips against yours. He tugs on your lower lip lightly, and you sigh softly, opening your lips up for him. He slides his tongue between your lips, slowly moving his against yours. His hand slides down your torso, lightly pressing against your lower lips.

Your hips buck into his palm as he dips a finger between your folds. He moves his middle finger slowly over your clit, enough to keep you just on the edge. You try humping against him but he laughs against your lips, other hand holding your hips down. You groan in frustration but he ignores you, moving agonizingly slow.

“Yeo-”

He shoves two fingers into your cunt before you could finish, you gasping against his lips as your hands tangle into his hair. One of your hands brushes against his cat ears and he shudders, biting onto your lip a bit too hard. You feel his teeth pierce the skin and he pulls back, eyes wide.

His fingers stop moving inside of you, the cloud of lust gone as he looks at the strands of spit and blood. “y/n, I’m-”

“It’s okay, keep going.”‌ You say, and he shakes his head. Your fingers rub against his ears again, and he stutters, biting his lip. “I kind of liked it.” You admit softly, and his eyes flick back open, desire rolling in them. He shoves his fingers back into you, moving in and out as he curls against your g-spot. Your breaths pick up as your desperate for release, telling him that you’re going to cum over and over.

He nods slowly, eyes on his hand moving in and out of you. “Come for me, kitten.”

The playful word has you convulsing against his hand, his fingers stuck inside of you as you let out a loud moan, humping softly against his hand. He watches you in awe, eyes bright. You let his hand go, and he immediately takes his fingers, sucking on them. He groans in ecstasy, licking off every last drop of you from his hands before lifting up his shirt quickly.

You clearly see the 69 on his skin now, but you didn’t know what was under his shirt. He always wears big hoodies around you for comfort, never wearing anything tight against his skin. His body is lean muscular, but scars are carved into his skin, tracing from the bottom of his neck to the middle of his stomach. He looks at you nervously, biting his lower lip. But you only lean up, lightly pressing your lips against his skin.

“Look at my tiger,” You say softly. You see the blush rise from the bottom of his neck to his cheeks, before he pulls off his pants. He’s not wearing any underwear, but you’re a bit surprised.

His cock has dark, jagged lines across it, the same pattern that he has as a tiger. He has a bit of fur were his ball hair would be, pink head standing at attention. He leans down, slowly humping against your cunt. You feel his thick length slide between your folds, coating his skin.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n,”‌ he says softly. After a few loose strokes and a whine from you, he presses himself into you slowly. His head is larger than any you’ve seen, and you groan, feeling the stretch of him open you wide.

The growl that emits from his throat is anything but human, cock pushing into you with a low pop. His girth stretches your walls as he slowly bottoms out, small whimpers falling from your lips as you feel all of him enter you. He presses soft kisses against your face, trying his best to alleviate your pain. You feel so full, his sweat dripping onto your body. You run your fingers along his back, slowly going down until you reach his tail. Before he could tell you to stop, you touch it lightly.

He thrusts completely into you, tears springing to your eyes. You feel his cock throb inside you, almost pulsating.

“Are you okay?” He says through clenched teeth, forcing his eyes open. “Shit, you’re so tight.”

“Yes, yes, start moving,”‌ You moan.

He goes slow, long strokes in and out of you as he grunts, trying his best to hold himself back. Your cunt sucks him in with ease, tightening each time he moves out.

“Fuck, y/n, I need to fuck you, alright?” He says, and you immediately know what he means. Before you can say yes, he slams his cock into your cunt. His strokes are quick and deep, your body flung up and down as he pushes into you. Your fingers clutch his hair, and he pulls his arms around you, pressing his chest against yours. Whimpers of pleasure fall from your lips as he slams into you, the wet sounds of your arousal echoing around the living room. He drags his tongue against your neck, sucking and pinching the skin.

“Want to breed you,” He says, hips thrusting into yours. “Fill you up with my cum,” He runs his hand along your belly. “I can see myself fucking you, I can feel you right here.” He presses lightly on your lower stomach, but you can only moan in response.

Yeosang’s pace is unrelenting, the head of his cock presses against your cervix each time he thrusts inside. He rubs your clit quickly, groaning into your neck. “Cum for me, pretty. Cum all over my cock.” He drags his teeth against your ear, biting your lob lightly.

He suddenly picks up his pace, hips pounding into you. The intense feeling of him rubbing your clit and fucking you into the cushions is too much, your moans echoing around the apartment as he pulls himself into you, cumming at the same time. His cock explodes, the white coating your walls. His cock pulsates as he slowly grinds himself into you, sighing into your neck.

After his cock goes limp, he pulls out of you slowly, holding his hand over your cunt, keeping himself inside. A small part of you panics; will you actually have kids with him? You haven’t even gotten your license to practice yet.

“You won’t have offspring,” Yeosang explains softly. “We’re two different species, it’s not possible, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

He brushes his hands through your hair, humming softly. His eyes are filled with love and adoration, pressing his lips to the corner of your brows lightly as he looks at you.

“I love you,” You confess, and he only laughs into your hair.

“I love you too.”

San stares at the monitors, glaring at the screen in front of him. He glances down at his cell phone as it rings, and he picks it up, keeping it on loud.

“Have you located SCT-69?” His voice says.

San nods solemnly, watching as Yeosang carries you from the couch, pulling your body close to him as he walks out of the camera’s view. His eyes flick to the next screen, seeing him take care of you.

“Affirmative. They’ve just mated, and he still believes that he won’t impregnate her.”

“Good, then let’s monitor until she is pregnant. We’ll take the thing when it’s born.”

San sighs, “But isn’t it just a kid,‌ Jongho? We shouldn’t…”

“It’s not orders from me, and you know it San. There’s no room for discussion, okay?” Jongho’s says, his voice irritated. “Call me when you need me, I’m hanging up.”

He hears the dial tone, and throws his phone to the side, deep in thought. He feels his friend’s hand rub his back lightly as San looks at the screen. All of this, everything just for an experiment. All that he’s built…

“She’ll be long gone before the specimen rips out of her stomach. It’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry,” Hongjoong murmurs into his ear, pressing his lips lightly against San’s temple.

“You’re right, I know,” he says softly. “This all will be over soon enough.”

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#🍯🍋recs #ateez #ateez x reader #talk about next level lore!🤭#oml all the twists and turns!!#the plot just kept thickening!!🤯#Jongho and Hongjoong were in it as well🤯🫢#Choi San isnt the San y/n grew up with anymore!🤯😭#Yunho is possibly apart of it too but for a fact is a lab hybrid!🤯#y/n is quite possibly going to die from whatever experiment they are doing😭#Yeosang’s going to be heart broken😭😭#also this was absolutely amazing!!💋🤌👏👏#low key loved the possessiveness of Yeo🫣🫠#like oqnzjsblsme dosnsksbdosn😗🤭#Twas chef's kiss 💋🤌#y/n decorating Yeo's room for him🥺💛#absolutely adorable oml😱💛💛💛#skxnsjwndineeo i wknder if Wooyoung is in it!?😱#mmm or maybe just an innocent bystander!!😭🙏#Damn my instincts on Joong being bad turned out to be correct😭 just add Jongho now too😭😭😭

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It's the fact that the first version of this song was a poem that Gunil wrote while looking at the sea at dawn back when he was a student at Berklee and lived in Boston. Also the fact that the song is based on Gunil's love experience back then, a love that couldn't be, and when they recorded the song they decided to turn off the lights of the studio to convey the deep emotions properly! The song ends with "You'll never find this story of mine", which means that the person who the song is talking so endearingly about won't ever know that this song exists nor the feelings hidden deep within.😭💛 This song is truly beautiful and brings tears from how emotionally filled it is💋🤌

#xdinary heroes #xdinary heroes gunil #deadlock #xdinary heroes deadlock #xdinary heroes jungsu #xdinary heroes gaon #xdinary heroes o.de #xdinary heroes junhan #xdinary heroes jooyeon #Ive had this song on loop for days😭🤧💛#its just so good🤭💛#someone give me a box of tissues plz i ran out😭😭🤧#the unrequited love in this song😭💛#Spotify

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'Jisung had asked you for a ‘small’ favour a couple months earlier' Giving living quarters to a whole human being is not a small favor, Jisung😭💀 and for a couple months too!?💀 'Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.' Ppssshh ajwnjsn as he should oml🤣💀 . 'As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.' My goodness the atmosphere must be super tense whenever they are in the same room😭 "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." Aisnisnkskwkwbut he cooks dinner🥹🥺 "Minho sat down beside you—he usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of you—he was very close today.' AHHHHH HE MAKING SLOW MOVES🤭🫡 "Can you...just ask him for me?" ACK poor bby😭 “My girlfriend don’t like the fact that I’m still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.” oop not a very good girlfriend😭 toxic behaviors😗 'Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off.' AKSMSKSMKS PAID OFF INDEED OML🫣💛 'Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest.' AHH AKSNQKNQKS OML I WOULD'VE DIED🫠🫣

housemates — lee know

> summary . how can you live your life peacefully with having your housemate constantly seducing you like that?!

> genre . smut, fluff, housemates au, forced proximity, housemate!minho, gn!reader.

> warnings . sexual tension, general sexual themes, minor language, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, tipsy sex.

(wc) > 6.3k

(sunny's note) ☆ "and they were roommates.” wanted to be sweet and cute, until lee minho is in the equation. sorry for the late upload, i had a really bad writing slump and progress was slow. but i made it!

You shouldn’t have agreed to this if you knew this was how it would turn out. What a mistake, your kindness that yourself and other has taken for granted. And currently stuck in a living situation that tested your patience every waking hours, your dormitory experience was no match for this.

Jisung had asked you for a ‘small’ favour a couple months earlier, about how his friend got evicted and was now homeless, wondering if you could let him stay for a while until he find a new place. First of all, that was not a small favor. Secondly, you didn’t even know this friend that he was talking about. And you were reluctant to let a stranger stay in your house right off the bat. You lived in a dorm before, but that was a dorm and not your own house.

“Please, [Y/N], just a couple months.” Jisung pushed over the phone, you could tell he was outside from the loud and slightly muffled noise that the speaker picked up upon.

Sighing, your soft spot for him would be the death of you. Agreed with hesitation, since you were glad you were out of the dorm life and regained your privacy, but it seemed that life had came to pull you back in. Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.

From the first initial meeting, you got some of the weirdest vibe from this guy. Maybe it was the amount of black and leather he was dressed up in, or the bitchy look on his face that could kill with a single stare. How the fuck was Jisung friends with a person like this? They were the complete opposite of one another, the guy looked as if he committed first degree murders as his favourite past-time. What you meant was you were convinced that he was a sociopathic killer, and he was probably plotting yours and Jisung’s death soon.

For one person, he sure did had a lot of stuff. You three brought around eight or ten different sized carton boxes up to your apartment, not counting the two gigantic suitcases that he had to take a second trip with Jisung to go get. He must have been living in his old place for very long to have that much stuff, wonder why he got kicked out? Possibly because the landlord found the bodies with how sharp his eyes always glared at.

“Don’t worry about the rent, Minho can pay for his half.” Jisung reassured, starting his car. The engine roared loudly, it had been through a rough day of carrying all that stuff to here.

Before he left, Jisung told you one last thing. “Oh, and don’t be afraid to ask him for help around the house, Minho may look intimidating but he’s quite a sweet guy.” With that sentence stuck in the back of your head, he drove away. If you could even have enough courage to ask him to take the trash out, maybe that statement would be proven.

You did all the house chores yourself, you didn't ask for any assistance from Minho. Wether it was because you were used to having to do everything yourself, or he was just still as unapproachable as the first time you two met. But he too, barely talked to you. You heard his voice once or twice when he was on the phone, but he did not speak a full sentence to you and ought for short few words replies.

"Do you need any help?" Another voice emerged from behind your back, offering assistance.

You pulled the trash bag out of the can, "I'm good, thanks,"

"Whatever, suit yourself." Minho walked away. Not even a bit of small talk? It frustrated you of how aloof he was acting, he didn't want to get to know you at all. However, it pissed him off just as much, you would always shrug him off every-time he offered to help you. As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.

You didn't know his last name, or how he met your three years best friend—Jisung. Neither did he held any personal information about you, he wasn't even sure which variation of your name was the correct one. Already a month has passed by and no one was willing to start up a conversation with the other person. This ice between you and Minho just kept getting thicker and colder.

Ranting on the phone, "I'm telling you, I can not get through him! I think he hate me!"

"Calm down, [Y/N], he doesn't hate you." Jisung reassured, sighing as this was the third phone call of the month that you were expressing your discontent for the same subject. "It's simple, just talk to him, even if it's small talk."

Hearing the front door opened, "Fuck, he's back, I'll talk to you later." You didn't let Jisung say 'bye', hanging up in the midst of his sentence.

Minho worked a nine-to-five job, you weren't sure of his occupation in particular. You got a sense of his routine, he would leave the house at exactly seven-fifty in the morning and usually came home around five or six—depending on the traffic that day. On few occasions, he was nice enough to bring food home for the both of you.

"Hey, you're back quite late today?" You asked, seeing the clock already hitting six at the moment.

He set down a few plastic bags on the table, "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." He explained shortly, bringing ingredients to the kitchen for preparation.

That was a first, he had never offered to cook before, much less thanking you for the meals you made for dinner. Guessed he was just hot and cold like that, and this was his way of showing his gratitude. You weren't mad, on what normal day would you have someone cook for you enjoy? You technically did everything yourself when you moved out a few years ago.

Watching his figure diligently cooking in the kitchen, it comforted you in an unusual way. He was like your own personal boyfriend—for tonight at least, he would cook and then sit at the table with you to eat, maybe he might even offer to wash the dishes. A fine, hard-working young man? Anyone who could scored him would probably be winning in life. You couldn’t hide your jealousy if he ever bring home a date.

He walked over to you, holding out a spoon with a small portion of thick orange liquid. Minho asked, “Try it, tell me if it suit your taste.”

The tangy flavour stood out immediately, he must have put something citrusy as it melt into your tastebuds. It was good, no, amazing even! This hidden talent of his was worth all the waiting you had done, you never knew Minho could be such a great chef. For a while, you thought this guy couldn’t possibly hold a knife correctly, yet you were proven wrong of your assumptions.

You nodded, the sound you made when encountered good food already told him enough. Everything smelled so mouth-watering, and the presentation was tempting you to devour everything in on sitting.

"Thanks for the food!" As soon as he placed the last dish onto the table, you immediately picked up your utensils. You could not hold yourself back when face with good home-cooked food, good home-cooked food made by an equally good-looking guy.

Minho sat down beside you—he usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of you—he was very close today. Asked he, "How is it? Good?"

You didn't hold back on your praises, "God, why didn't you cook sooner? This is actual heaven~!"

He simply smiled in a humble manner. Your face was a little puffed up when you eat, which he found quite endearing. Watching you stuffed your entire face with rice, sweet and sour ribs, and eggrolls. Flattered by how much you were enjoying it, yet concerned from how fast you were eating.

"Slow down, wouldn't want you to choke." He gazed at you as he advised.

"Unless you like it like that." Immediately, you started coughing profusely. A grain of rice flew up to your nose, making everything worse the longer it stayed stuck up there.

Minho patted your back, "Woah, are you alright?" Uh, obviously no?! You were coughing out rice over here, how could you even be remotely okay? And how did he expect you to be okay after that suggestive comment he just made? This guy was unbelievable. The smile laced with deviousness, as if he was silently planning something that would catch you off guard—which certainly did a minute ago.

He picked up a single rib and ate it with his chopsticks, he probably mind getting his hands dirty from that sticky sauce he used. How could Minho looked so graceful while eating while you were here devouring everything down like a fucking caveman. Work on your image a bit, would you? Especially when you were living with someone that wouldn't use their hands to eat ribs.

"Have you been talking to Jisung recently?" Minho suddenly questioned, setting down his bowl as to show respect.

You turned to him, confusion sitting on your shoulders and your heart sinking with a bit of guilt. By any chance, did he overheard your conversations? "Yeah, I have." Continued by another question, "What? Are you two not talking?"

Minho's eyes was bigger than you expected, now seeing him a bit closer from your distance from each other. It curved in a very pretty way, and glistened upon every reflections of his soul. You couldn't help, couldn't help but get a little sad every-time you gazed into his eyes, or when they would unknowingly stared back at you. He looked at you, as if through his eyes saw you as the most precious person to exist in the short timespan that was the human life.

"He haven't been answering my texts and calls, I don't know if he's upset with me or something?" Minho sighed, "Can you...just ask him for me?"

In a bit of hesitation, "Would it be a bit rude for an outsider to chime in? Whatever it is you and Jisung are going through, it's best if you two worked it out together...privately." You told, trying to offer other solutions.

Minho let out a tired breath, "I don't know, I'm not sure what I did wrong that made him upset with me, that's what I'm most worried about."

You patted his back, "Just talk it out with him, communication is key!" How ironic, you could hardly hold a conversation with him, and now you were here giving out communication advise? Unreliable source. You knew you shouldn't interfere with whatever beef Jisung and Minho was having between each other, but you were making it seem like you wouldn't ask Jisung for details. Or Jisung would tell you himself from how much he like to rant to you.

Minho flashed a genuine smile towards you, "Thanks, I owe you one!"

Your heart skipped a beat, just one enough for your whole system to go the very bit haywire. You were finally making some good progress with Minho, and his entire intimidating and remote façade all came crashing down when he smiled. Keep up the good work!

“Are you and Minho back on speaking terms yet?” The other line went quiet for a few seconds, you heard a sigh being let out.

Jisung replied with a question, “He told you?”

Fuck, your nosy tendencies were acting up again, it slipped out of you like a natural instinct. “No—um, yeah he did but I don’t know the details or anything! He was just wondering if you were mad at him or something since you stop contacting him.” You went on to explain, trying to tell Jisung that you weren’t intending to be impolite and simply wanted to help your friend out.

The other giggled at your tone of voice, of how freaked out he got you. You acted as if the people you were working for to take down started suspecting you to be a double agent, but unlike those action films, you were terrible at hiding the truth.

“My girlfriend don’t like the fact that I’m still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.” The whole problem was finally solved as the explanation came out.

Wait, one thing. “Minho is your ex?!” You exclaimed at the sudden realization.

Jisung was absolutely enjoying this from the other line, “What? You want him?” He teased.

Your face went red, denying the question thrown at you. This whole time, this was the relationship your housemate has with your best friend? And he had never cared to tell you about anything regarding this romance he once had? All these people do was lie. Struggling through your words, you outwardly rejected the idea. “No—! No– I don’t! I—!”

Jisung interrupted, “It’s fine, he’s all yours.”

You tried denying, “No, I don’t want him—!” Quickly being cut of by Jisung once more.

“And he’s a really great kisser—”

“Jisung, shut the fuck up!” You hanged up in embarrassment, throwing your phone away in a state of panic. Why would he tell you that? As if you needed to be more careful around Minho now that you knew these things about him. God, how did he expect you to continue living with this knowledge? Unlike Jisung, you saw Minho everyday of the week.

The door to your bedroom suddenly opened, “Are you okay? I heard a thud.” Minho was still in his work attire, a tad bit sweaty from the heated summer air, the first two buttons of his shirt were left undone. Solely from the condition of his appearance was in, you were mentally restraining yourself.

“Did you just came back?” You asked, begging that he didn’t heard your conversation with Jisung on the phone a few minutes ago.

He replied shortly, “Yeah, I’ll go shower now so we can eat.” Closing your door as he left without another word, left silently with knowing what you said earlier. He heard enough of your phone call, you were too caught up with talking that you didn’t hear the front door open. Minho was halfway across the hall to his room when he heard you shouted, his name fell out from your mouth as clear as day.

Oh, Jisung never told you that he and Minho were a thing? Now it was kind of awkward for the both of you. But if you wanted him, he wanted you too. He saw the way you would look at him, stealing glances from across the table. He was a very attractive guy, you were sure he wholeheartedly knew this, and he used it to his advantage.

Coming out of a cold shower, his hair was wet and dripping water down his back and shoulders, but at least have some respect for you by covering up his entire bare torso. At the dinner table? Was he going to be half-naked for the whole duration of dinner? He wanted you dead, you boldly claimed.

“So…how was work?” You opened up a topic, hoping he would start talking to fill the silence that was ongoing between the two of you.

Minho let out a chuckle, "Not fun." Handing you a pair of chopsticks and a ceramic bowl. That was understandable, he did looked quite worn out coming home after work.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking." You raised a question into his occupation.

He began picking up food from the many plates into his bowl, the wondrous scent controlled his chopsticks faster than his mind. Minho answered while pouring the meat broth over his rice, "I'm an accountant."

An accountant? Was that a code word for sex workers? No one in their right mind would go into accounting. Minho out of all people, worked as an accountant? You had no negative comments on his intelligences, or his work ethics. But accounting sounded so boring for someone as interesting as Minho, you thought what he said was a joke of some sort. Maybe he had a side hustle doing unconventional and dirty jobs.

"It's not fun, but I got bills to pay." Minho joked to lighten up the mood, filling in the empty pauses with yours and his joyful laughs.

He shook his head in a subtle yet prominent dissappointment, smiling to hide his actual emotion on his feeling of unfulfillment. "I wish I became a singer back then."

What he said piqued your interest, you looked up at him with a spark of excitement. Straight into his eyes, you asked. "You sing?"

His vocals was almost professional singer level, for a first in the short timespan of knowing him, you saw such happiness on his face. Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off. Minho wasn't wrong or thought too highly of himself when he said he should had became a singer, you would have said the same thing if you knew him sooner. And if he did, you would support him with your all.

The atmosphere got a bit hotter and hotter as the night went on, with alcohol entering the table as an uninvited guest. When a sensual song came on, the mood totally changed for better or worse. His loose t-shirt was showing some skin, it was too a little short as it was showing peeks of his toned stomach underneath. Your mind was going places, wether it was because of the alcohol getting you tipsy or it was your inner desires for intimacy.

Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest. Did you feel it? Under the warm and shaking palm of yours. His heart beating at a tiny bit quicker pace than usual, beating for you with all of these temptations in him.

"Minho, I should go to bed now, it's getting awfully late." You told, diverting away in a flustered mess. Yet, despite your attempt at diluting the air, Minho persuasion didn't seem to back down. Too heated, too close as you could now smell his liquor-laced breath.

Eyes half-lidded which made his desires just the more prominent, he was serious with no control. Before your lips could touch one another, a loud vibration emerged abruptly that pulled both of you out of that drunken trance.

Blindly grabbing for your phone, your eyelids were giving up as each minute continued to pass by. You didn't look at the contact name, the alcohol was taking over your system like a pernicious poison. A voice echoed out from your phone speaker, it took you a few seconds to register the other line’s speaking and its distinct frequency.

“Where is your report?! [Y/N], you are driving me crazy with your constant delays!” They roared at you, annoyed and angered.

You got off from your place on the couch, walking away with your phone in hand as you used your last few excuses to save yourself. “Seungmin, it’s not really a good time right now, can I call you back?”

Seeing you caught up with work on the line, he figured he would clean up this mess you two made on the coffee table for you. For a moment, he thought you felt it too. He might had read the room wrong, but the way you tried to avert from the situation felt almost like a reassurance for him. As if you wanted to go further with him, go little deeper, but you were unsure if he was onboard as well. He thought of apologizing, after you sober up more than the state you were in at the moment.

You swore, you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Went to bed at nearly one in the morning, woke up head-empty and half of the blankets and pillows were off your bed. Come on, you could confidently say that you did not exceed your limit. Yet as shown this morning, you had a rough night yesterday with the leftover liquor running through your veins.

You were absolutely dumb-founded when he said he was sorry for what happened last night, as if you remembered everything clearly to its very details. Let's see, you ate dinner, you talked, sang a couple songs out of boredom you assumed, then it all when foggy after that.

"What are you on about? I have no idea of whatever the hell you are apologizing for." Telling him straight up, you could not register anything he was saying to make any sense.

Frustrated, and a bit taken over by the shame from yesterday. "No, it's okay, you're better off not knowing anyway. Sorry for making a scene so early in the morning."

Minho finished the few last sips of his Americano, grabbing his laptop bag from under the dining table in a hurry. "I have to go now, see you again at six." He bid goodbye at the front door.

Before he go for the next ten hours, you told him tonight's plan. "I have a few friends over tonight, if you don't mind their companies."

"How many are coming?" Minho asked.

You tilted your head as you tried to remind yourself of the size of your party, maybe even the identities of your guests as well. "Just three. Jisung is going to be there too, if you want to see him."

You could forget anything, anything that you deemed important. But one thing that you couldn't seem to shake off your mind, as it has been bugging you ever since you knew of it, was the bygone romance Minho had with your best friend—happened to be Jisung. Now that you were non-actively trying to persue the guy, it left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Though Jisung had affirmed that the past was in the past, you could court his ex-boyfriend all you want.

Minho looked down, "We'll talk later, okay? I'm late for work." Leaving things unfinished between you, he closed the door as he left.

You didn't work until around noon, you could work from home if you wanted, yet you still came into the office everyday since things moved faster with you being physically there. But after that call from Seungmin—head of your department, you were already considered brave for the mere thought of showing up. Despite how nice Seungmin actually was, his anger was incomparable to anything you had ever seen.

After your short shift, you went back home to get things prepare. On the way home, you had already picked up a few ingredients. Said ingredients were just a six-pack of cold beers and Gochujang sauce for the beef. The others wouldn't come for another hour, for the time being, you would have to get everything ready by yourself.

Pray to god that the table grill was still working today since you haven't brought it out for a good few years now, it was collecting dust in the very far back of your cupboard. The hangout had been planned for a little while already, you got most of the things a day or two prior.

Was Minho going to join you? His expression carried a bit of hesitation when you asked this morning, though you would be happy to have him if he did changed his mind. The more the merrier!

Hyunjin and Jisung came over just a tiny bit earlier than Felix, guessed he was caught up with some baking for desert. You and your friends were all gathered up together at the dining table, it felt crowded by how small of a space you had to eat for four people. Happy that Hyunjin’s beer wasn’t on the floor since it was standing so confidently at the edge.

“When is Minho coming home?” Jisung suddenly turned to you.

“I don’t know, usually he would be back by now.” You shrugged, just now noticing today’s abnormalities. Maybe something came up at the office, or he had something else he needed to do beside from work matter. Whatever it was, you just hoped he would get home safety.

Speak of the devil, not even ten minutes had passed and the front door softly rang of clicking keys. You came to open the door for Minho, meeting his slightly stunned expression. His glossy tired eyes under the dirty frames of his glasses gazed back at you, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead as if he ran his way home. God, he looked rough, but so strangely enticing at the same time.

"Hey, we were just talking about you!" You beamed.

"Sorry, I'm late. My digital files got corrupted, so I had to get I.T to check that bitch out." Minho sighed deeply, you could imagine how long it took to resolve it purely from how worn out he presented.

The others greeted him at the dining table, getting a stool for him to sit since you were out of chairs. Minho was sandwiched between you and Hyunjin, one he knew, one he didn’t. He felt the tiniest bit uncomfortable sitting in such a tight spot, especially when yours and his thighs were rubbing against each other. He didn’t mind it too much, he liked you anyways.

“Ah, Minho! This is Hyunjin, and that’s Felix, they’re my college friends.” You introduced. Though he was a year older, they treated him with a casual formality. Felt more like meeting old friends than new people, your group broke the ice a lot quicker than he had previously expected. Soon you all were drinking and chatting, learning a bit too much about each other for the first meeting.

Felix tapped out, “No more, I’m driving tonight.” With Jisung following along as most had already decided to stop drinking, including you.

You placed your hand on the shoulder of the person next to you, “Are you still going? Damn, you must know how to handle your liquor.”

Minho stared back at you as you spoke to him, his eyes half-lidded like the night before. The first few buttons were unfastened, his bare and defined chest laid underneath the thin fabric. A sheer cast of sweat made his body glistened by the overhead light, his glasses was slowly slipping off his nose bridge which reflected the sweat even more than it should have. His face was flushed red and pink everywhere, flushed from a love confession of a drunken mind. Any minute now, he might just be making out with you.

His heart and guts was burning up with these carnal desires, if your friends weren't here, you could bet he would be fucking your brains out like how you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted you just as much, so shamelessly wanted you.

Minho leaned in suddenly, his lips and hot intoxicated breath lingered your ears. Whispered gently with his mellow, sleepy tone of voice, "When are they leaving?"

“We’re just going to have some tea and brownies, they’ll be on their way soon. Why do you ask?” You returned, asking in with a bit of hesitation in the back of you mind. Could it be he was overloaded enough, or did he not like your friends? You doubted the second one, since they had so much fun together. But that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.

He didn’t further elaborate, ending the subject then and there with no other explanation. His intentions were unclear, as if he was hiding something from you but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Hopefully not something shady, or would leave you with a bad image of Minho. Keep it simple, he was probably tired and he needed a bit more peace and quiet. And he couldn't get any peace and quiet if your friends were here, right?

You wanted him to take off his shirt, take every single piece of fabric on his body off, let you admire all of his grace and beauty. Occupied with drooling over your housemate, the teapot seemed to had slipped your mind.

"Fuck!" Yelped you, the heat of the hot tea finally burned your skin.

Hearing pain from your voice, Minho and the others were already there to aid you. Especially Minho, he grabbed your hand into his as soon as he noticed. Luckily for you, the injury was minor and running it through cool water was good enough.

Minho really has you in a chokehold, metaphorically speaking obviously—unless. If you two did become a thing, would it be a little awkward? Maybe not for Jisung, but you were unsure of how or what to think in a situation like this. Though, despite how much you might try to push the idea away due to having quite a lot of repect for your best friend, you couldn't help yourself.

Seduction existed in his eyes and body language, it was subtle yet effective. An absolute disaster that the two of you also lived together, which pumped you up with an amount of hormone that a high-school student would have.

The way he dressed may be ordinary, office worker fashion. His shoulders flexing in his fitted button-up, straight dress pant hugging his thighs. His thick frame glasses further accentuated his winsome features. There was no exaggeration that he, for a definite, has a lot of admirers from work. You too, would be weak on your knees if Minho was your colleague.

It was around eight o’ clock by the time you finished up, which wasn’t late—at least to your definition—but tomorrow was still a work day. Especially for Hyunjin, who was flying out of the country for a business trip, of which it was crucial for him to leave early morning for his flight.

“I’m catching a cab home.” Jisung answered when you asked him how he was going to get home without a car, since the other two already left on their separate ways.

“No, I’ll drive you home.” You offered kindly.

“You drank a lot tonight, you really shouldn’t be driving, [Y/N].” Jisung denied, pointing out the slight alcoholic haze you were in. He wasn’t wrong, you were a literally beast with the bottle. However, you were awake enough to still talk normally and sort of think, like being half asleep.

Reassuring you that he would be fine on his own, and that he would be sure to text you when he arrived at his place. You knew Jisung for too long for you to be worried about him on trivial things, it simply felt like the right thing or a common habitual saying you had going on. You just wanted to take extra precautions since you both had been drinking the whole night, and there were quite a lot of problems existing because of it.

"Don't worry about me too much," Jisung soothed you once more. However he had no regards for what a sentimental moment that was happening between the two of you, immediately back to his ways of joking to dilute the air. "You should be worrying about if Minho can keep his dick in his pants near you."

You smacked him on his shoulder, "Shut up, he's right over there!"

"I mean...I see the way y'all look at each other, we all know, [Y/N]." He commented, giving you a playful look. You wanted to murder Jisung, and you would make it look like an accident too. Were you being that obvious about your feelings? But the way Minho acted around you didn't help too!

Jisung waved goodbye to you and to Minho—who was in the kitchen, washing up dishes and shot glasses. "I'll see you on Saturday for coffee if you can even get out of bed, bye!"

Nodding, as you watched him walk away from your apartment to the main elevator, realization hit later than expected. You yelled out in annoyance but Jisung would definitely laughed it off and ignore you. "Hey, we're not fucking!"

You had to stay up to finish a few reports and lone documents, so that meant you wouldn't be able to see Minho during his morning coffee. Coming over to offer another hand in cleaning up, it wasn't a big mess but was a mess nonetheless. You might take care of everything for Minho to get some well-deserved rest that he has been needing.

Minho turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Let me take it from here, you should be getting ready for bed by now."

"No, I'll help." Minho single-mindedly refused your offer. "And too, I can't sleep with this raging boner you gave me."

Too sudden, too out of nowhere, your neck snapped to him when you heard him said those words. His expression was neutral, as natural as if he had said and had done nothing wrong. Still washing dishes and bowls, scrubbing and rinsing like he has been doing the same thing for years. Did he heard himself at least, or was it a thought that went loose.

"Oh, sorry." What the fuck were you supposed to reply to that? Thank you? Was that a compliment in disguise of some sort? Feuling the fire even more, the desires becoming stronger and intense, he had agreed to throw away his principles already.

Minho inched closer to you, his eyes on yours as he asked nicely for attention. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you right here right now, would you be mad?"

Face flushed, hot as when you would place your hand on your tea cup to check the temperature. He was evil, disregarding your state of mental stability by saying things of the same kind so out of pocket. He, for a fact, waited for the right time to confess his sins. The kettle was boiling all night, the heat and steams were his deepest thoughts.

You turned off the sink, your hands cool and wet and smell of dish soap from the water. For a split moment, you were solely looking at each other, begging either one to make a move. Minho leaned in towards your direction, his bare forearms brushed gently against yours. The alcohol in both of your bodies made the moment all the more intimate, slowly yet steadily closing your distance between each other, breaking down the wall of sexual tension you had unconsciously built that stood with all its might.

The faint taste of his strawberry chapstick on your tongue, his lips was a little sticky but so soft that you didn’t quite mind. There was no way of stopping him, as you too, did not want to stop the thrill ride that was ongoing. Letting out heavy breaths as he sucked dark red marks onto your skin, lips painting your blank canvas. May he be the only alcohol you would get drunk on, let you drink him up like your sorrows and distress.

“Oh, Minho.” You breathed, moaning out his name as his hands rushing to take off your pants. Hot tongue making a line on your stomach down to your sex, freely as his mouth worked on you like how you dearly enjoyed his food. Both your legs resting on his broad shoulders just did nothing but helped spread you wider.

Your sweet voice singing out to encourage him, using his tongue in all directions that favoured you. Stomach knotting with alcohol and dinner and a heaven he had created for you, coming onto his lips, a result of prolonged temptations.

Every fabric that touched yours and his bodies that day were all scattered on the floor by second round. Never even seen your best friend naked, and here you were admiring his ex-boyfriend’s entire unclothed figure with no ounce of shame left in yourself. You could not keep your hands away from him, so greedily touching him in different places.

Neither could wait any longer, deciding to lay each other’s pride out on the dining table. Minho placed his lips on yours, closing his eyes yet still seeing the vivid image of you in his dark mind. With each passing second, his cock making its way into the very depths of you. You hugged him quite tightly, as if you haven’t scored anyone in a while.

Your eyes told him everything he needed to know, you body twitching and squirming under his embrace, the silent language that told him every one of your secrets. Thrusting faster and harder, wanting to hear you make some more music for his aching soul. Minho grabbed your legs, pushing them against your torso as his cock went deeper into you. You could barely keep your eyes open, or could you stay present with him. This pleasure felt like a dream, a dream that softly pulled you in.

Minho kissed your lips once again, “Baby, don’t sleep on me, I’m not done with you just yet.”

But as much confidence that he may has in him, he was nearing his high and coming apart for you along the way. Minho’s vocals were heavenly when he sang for you, and were just as heavenly when he came into you. He kept going despite being out of breath and tired for you, he started something and he was going to finish it.

Second time felt much more powerful than the first, almost like he gave his all. You could feel his seeds dripping out from inside of you, onto the dining table and even the chairs. Dirtying everything all over again, now you had more cleaning to add onto your list. Guessed neither of you were going to get any sleep tonight.

#stray kids x you #stray kids #stray kids minho #stray kids lee know #lee know #lee minho #lee know smut #lee know x reader #🍯🍋recs #the tension build up💋🤌 was absolutely amazing!!👏👏#i mean Minho!? oof the man is💋🤌#this was so good!!😌👏👏#I love that Minho broke y/n's walls with his cooking #and they got closer and talked more after as well!!#also boss Seungmin!?🤭💛

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My Maxident pulls🤭💛

#stray kids #stray kids maxident #Girl double Jeongin pulls😵‍💫💛💛#and CHAN!? His shirt!? wwhhaatt #AND BIG CHANGBIN!! MY BOY!!🥹💛💛#and Hyunjin postcard and Polaroid!🥺#also the t-crush version is my absolute favorite photoshoot!💋🤌

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💛Monthly Recap💛

Top 5 songs of April 2023

1. Single - Wonstein

2. Umm... Life - BIBI

3. Higher - Michael Buble

4. It’s Raining - Vincent Blue

5. I Am Shampoo - BIBI

Top 5 artists of April 2023

1. Monsta X

2. BIBI

3. Ateez

4. DPR IAN

5. Sion

DID YALL SEE THIS MAN AND HIS NO SHIRT!!?? DKJSZDNFVKBDJ and they are going to Waterbomb!? How are we going to survive?? Like my poor mental health😭

💛Overall Recap💛

Listen, remember last month me asking this month not to be hectic😭 I feel like the universe was laughing at me, bc this month has been busy as well😩😭 But luckily my classes are coming to an end but that means finals😮‍💨 This summer I’m taking a small break from classes, but I’ll be taking on more work work. Other than classes and work stressing me this month, nothing interesting happened tbh, though my childhood best friend and I will be going to see Pierce The Veil in June! It’ll be my first concert! I’m super excited! Speaking of June👀👀 Ateez and Stray Kids comeback!!??? I bought Maxident yesterday! My first Stray Kids album! (crazy seeing as I've been a fan since debut, but the area I live in seems to have a huge amount of kpop fans, so getting my hands on albums is hard🤧 and I personally like the idea of shipping them on but only having a po box limits my options😪) I’ll post a pic of my pulls though!🤭 I screamed at the photocards I got😌💛

#🍯🍋💭thoughts #🍯🍋s obsessions #🍯🍋songs #💛Keys monthly recaps💛#💛keys lowkey diary moments🫣🤫#April was busy but uneventful

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"The groups have already been decided and the list can be found on the bulletin outside. See you all next week." Sksnsk I despise group projects oml😭 always end up doing all the work even in college too😮‍💨 'dropped one of the paintings you've been working on for over a month, getting mud all over the bottom half of the artwork.' Oof you see I personally would have cried at that point🤧😭 'The specifics—such as whether it'll be a painting or collage or other media—were completely up to the students.' Whhhaaattt that is such a cool project!😱 and with a dance major!? Man. I wish my group projects were that cool!!😔🙏 '(though this particular Jung Wooyoung did)' ahh partnered with the gremlin himself🤭 this should be full of chaotic energy aksnksnsksk I'm excited🤣👏 "That's fine, too. Maybe you can show me to you bedroom?" DAMN HES FORWARD👀🫡 my jaw smacked the floor oml💀 shook me! 'his dark hair bouncing around and revealing the bleached layers underneath.' Hehehehebsjsjis oreo Woo😌👏👏

★ NEVER SAY NEVER. (001) over my dead body.

SYNOPSIS. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone.

WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive comments and jokes, wooyoung being an annoying piece of shit.

"The groups have already been decided and the list can be found on the bulletin outside. See you all next week." And with that your professor walked out of the studio and left your classmates scrambling to get out of class and find the list.

All things considered, your day could have been worse. Yes, you'd gone to bed at 5 am and woken up at 7 to your housemate blasting music in the bathroom as she showered. Though, that was a daily occurrence, being mad over it just didn't make sense anymore. Yes, when you got into the shower and turned on the water without paying attention to the heat dial, you pretty much burned off your skin. Yes, on the way to the art department you had dropped one of the paintings you've been working on for over a month, getting mud all over the bottom half of the artwork.

But, nevertheless, it could've been a lot worse.

As you gathered the used paintbrushes next to your easel, you thought about who could be your partner for this collaborative project with the dance majors. Professor Yun just spent about ten minutes informing you and your peers that the art majors were to pair up with a dance major to create an artwork. The specifics—such as whether it'll be a painting or collage or other media—were completely up to the students.

You holstered your bag on your shoulder, finally leaving the art studio to see who you were paired with. Maybe it'll be Suncha, possibly the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. You could definitely see yourself working with her. She moved with grace and would probably be the best subject you could ever wish for. Maybe Daehyun—you'd always found his face and body aesthetically pleasing.

The crowd in front of the bullet slowly dissipated and people found their partners in the crowd, already making conversation and talking about the project. With a slight sense of dread but a pinch of anticipation, you stepped up to the list and scanned it, quickly finding your name next to-

Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Nevermind, this was definitely one of the worst days you'd ever experienced. Because right next to your name, stood a name associated with one of the eight most sought-after men on your campus.

Jung Wooyoung.

They'd never done anything to you personally, but you just weren't a fan of the way they'd go from girl to girl without being ashamed or being called out. Granted, you weren't sure if all eight of them behaved like that (though this particular Jung Wooyoung did), you still disliked them (except for one of them, but you'd never admit that). Maybe it was how they were practically handed everything they needed at any given moment on a silver tray. Or how ridiculously good looking they were. Either way, something about them just felt... off.

An arm being slung over your should broke you out of your thoughts of just ending your life right then and there. Without even looking at the person, you already had a suspicion of who it could be.

"Hey there, partner," He stepped in front of you, hand lingering on your shoulder for a second longer than you'd like. A mischievous smile graced his features, "I don't think I've ever talked to you. What's your name, pretty?"

"It's on the paper right behind you." You deadpanned, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

For a second, Wooyoung's eyes hardened before that playful glint returned. "I know, but I'd like to hear you say it. After all, I don't want to be pronouncing it wrong."

With a sigh, you gave him your name and he repeated it, testing the sound of it on his tongue. Seemingly satisfied, he returned to your side with a hum and once again slung his arm over your shoulders, steering you toward the exit of the arts department and practically dragging you with him.

Along the way, you passed multiple clusters of girls and boys, some of them watching Wooyoung with admiration and lust in their eyes while others simply glared at you out of jealousy. Feeling their stares, your head turned to the ground and you screwed your eyes shut, wishing it was Daehyun dragging you. Not this painfully pretty, charming man that you couldn't stand.

"So," Wooyoung started—though he never really stopped talking, "I was thinking, if you don't have any courses or stuff for the rest of the day, you can come over to my place and we can start working on whatever it is we have to do."

"I told my roommate I'd be back early to clean our apartment."

"Oh, then I can come with you, help you and then you can come to my place."

"Why not just do it at my place?"

"That's fine, too. Maybe you can show me to you bedroom?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you had to hold back the urge to smack him right then and there.

"Over my dead body."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not really into necrophilia."

It was then that you noticed you were walking towards the campus' parking lot. You stopped in your tracks and waited for Wooyoung to turn.

"Ok, first of all, what the fuck. But I guess I'm glad that's not your thing. Second, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

He blinked. Once, twice. "I'm taking you to my car...?"

"Why?"

"To take you to my place so we can work?" He looked behind him and then back to you, his dark hair bouncing around and revealing the bleached layers underneath.

"But I have stuff to do." You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to your right leg as you looked up at him. He wasn't that much taller, but because of his proximity, it was hard to look him in the eyes without craning your neck just a bit.

A chuckle (though it sounded more like a giggle) escaped him. "The dishes and vacuum can wait. I'm only available for the next two hours, after that you're free to do whatever you want."

You took a second to mull things over before dropping your head and groaning. "Fine but–"

"Great!" Wooyoung grabbed your hand and resumed pulling you across the parking lot. "Let's get going, maybe the food Seonghwa-hyung made will still be warm when we get there and–"

"Wait!" You tugged on the hand that held yours harshly, making him stop to look back at you with a raised brow. "But... no funny business. Please."

He let out another high pitched laugh. "Oh, YN, my dearest darling YN, I don't plan on doing anything like that with you. Today, at least. Though if you'd like-"

"No!" You extended a hand to stop him from finishing that sentence, cheeks blushing dark crimson. "Please just- just lead the way."

That specific mischievous grin returned to his face as he whipped around and practically skipped to his black Mercedes with tinted windows. You didn't stop to appreciate the car, getting into the passengers seat and strapping the seatbelt on.

　　★ notes. hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter!! any guess as to who the ateez member is that YN likes more than the others? hint: it's not wooyoung. also, i'm basing each of the mebers' looks off of different eras. in case you couldn't tell, we will be dealing with oreo wooyoung here.

　　★ taglist. @atinytinaa @marievllr-abg @legohwas @moonsangie @kiss-hwa @cqndiedcherries @ateezourstars @r1kitti @sarahleighflora @kyukyustar

#★ NEVER SAY NEVER — seonghwaddict #ateez #ateez x reader #vampire au #ateez ot8 x reader #🍯🍋recs #already off to a good start with super mischievous Woo😌👏👏#i just know this project is going to be so chaotic with him as mc's partner🤭#ah Goodluck mc😔🙏 you’ll need it with Woo🤧#aksnksnsks damn Wooyoung was quick with the flirting and messing!🤣💀#oh! also may I be added to the taglist!?🥹💛#cant wait for pt.2!!🫡👏👏#also for the member mc refuses to admit they dont mind🤔 idk im feeling Jongho!#Jongho is out of all of them the least chaotic and a menace!! Mmm maybe even Joong too🤔🤨

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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The picture of Yunho on the right has me dying oml🤣💀 he sleeeeping💀 'tears gathering at the corner of your eyes at the thought of you finally getting to see your boyfriend.' Oml poor mc they are really going through it😢 “Sweetheart what happened?” I would've started sobbing after that😭 it's the equivalent of the "are you okay" while trying to hold back tears and that question breaking the dam and your tears are pouring out before you know it😮‍💨😢 “Want to talk about what happened? Or would distracting you be more helpful?" Ajsnsjnsjs he's so sweet🥺💛 'You are surprised by Yunho’s arms resting on your shoulders and pulling you into a back hug and you let out a surprised squeak.' Back hug are the best!!👏

Stuck with me

Prompt: After a long day at work and a bad day overall in general, all you are looking forward to is to hug your boyfriend and cuddle with him and your puppy.

Tags: fluff, some angst i guess but fluff overall, established relationship, pet names, gender neutral y/n

Word count: 3.4k

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You rest your head on the cold window of the bus and sigh, the window getting a bit foggy from the hot breath that left your lips. Today was horrible for so many reasons and you don’t even know where to begin.

It could be that you ran late for work today and got scolded by your boss and your team leader, but in the morning while you were running after the bus a car passed you so fast that splashed water on your light coloured suit pants given that it snowed all week and there was dirty melted snow everywhere, you just hope you didn’t catch a cold. And given that you were very late to work, you had to stay overtime and get everything done. Thankfully it was a Friday and you have the whole weekend to destress and prepare mentally for a new week.

While you were watching out the window and waiting for your stop, it hit you why your day was so bad: your boyfriend wasn’t home to wish you to have a good day today. He was out walking your dog. That is totally it. You feel silly thinking it but it makes complete sense. You will have a talk with him when you see him.

Once you are one bus stop away from the station you have to get off at, you stand up and almost fall when the driver suddenly pushes the break and then hear a bunch of car honks, causing you to have a headache. You hold on to the bar with all your might, but you still hit your hip on one of the seats because of the sudden break. At last your stop comes right after and you get off, glad that this day was finally coming to an end.

You walk the three minutes that are in between the bus station and your house and you see the lights on in the living room, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes at the thought of you finally getting to see your boyfriend. Your trembling hands look for the keys in your backpack and once you find them you unlock the front door. You quickly take off your shoes that were dirty from all the dirty water that was splashed on them and leave your backpack on the floor and hang your coat, making quick steps towards the living room where you assumed your boyfriend would be at. And you were right.

The first thing you see once you enter the room is your boyfriend laying on the couch with the remote in his hand, fast asleep, with your puppy (a 5 months old golden retriever that you initially didn’t want, but you could not say no to your boyfriend’s puppy eyes) laying on his chest, also fast asleep. You smile at the sight and the tears you were holding in up to that point break out and fall down your face. You could really use Yunho’s hugs right now, but you don’t want to disturb his sleep, even though he would be upset if he found out that you were needing him and didn’t wake him up, but that’s a problem for later.

You make your way towards the couch and take the nicely-folded blanket that was hanging from the couch’s headrest and you quietly unfold it while wiping away your tears and sniffling your nose. You were about to put the blanket over the two of them until the universe once again wasn’t on your side and your phone that was in your back pocket of your pants falls with a very loud thud, making the puppy wake up and start barking, jumping off of Yunho who was slowly waking up from his sleep startled, rubbing his eyes.

You were trying to make the puppy calm down, repeating multiple times “Milo please quiet. Calm down” in an attempt to not wake up your boyfriend, but once you see Yunho adjusting his eyes to the light, you sigh defeated and put the blanket aside and sit on the couch, quickly wiping your tears once again, before your boyfriend could see them.

The puppy was now on your lap, wagging his tail happily that you were finally home. With the corner of your eye you look at your boyfriend who is now standing up and stretching his limbs. He looks at your profile and then he frowns, now sitting on the ground in front of your legs so he could face you and see your face, cupping your cheek and dragging your face towards him so he could see you better, his thumb stopping some of the tears. Oh no.

“Hi baby. Slept well?” you ask him, in a pathetic attempt to play it off as cool. He quickly inspects your features and then checks over the rest of your body, noticing your dirty pants and trembling hands that were trying to hide in the puppy’s fur.

“Sweetheart what happened?” he asks while his thumb was rubbing slow circles on your cheek, his eyes worriedly and lovingly looking into yours. You try to look away and avoid his piercing gaze. “Tell me baby, let me help you, hmm?” he continues in a soft voice, desperately trying to meet your gaze. And that was the moment that everything you were holding back up to that point crumbled. His puppy eyes were too much for you and made it impossible for you to not break down.

You let out a pathetic sob before basically jumping on him, now the both of you are sitting on the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck and let out all your frustrations of the day, while his hands were quick to wrap around your waist, one of his hands going up and down your back trying to calm you down, repeatedly whispering into your ear “It’s okay baby, I’m here now. Let it all out. Nothing can hurt you now, I’m here.”. To be quite honest, his soothing words were only making you cry more.

After what seemed to be an eternity of crying in Yunho’s arms, with Milo sleeping on the couch next to your heads, you slowly pull away from his tight hug, looking at him. You could feel how red and puffy your eyes were and you could see his heart break the moment he saw you like this. You wiped away the residue of the tears with the back of your hand and let out an awkward laugh. “I’m sorry for jumping on you like that and dirtying your shirt. And I’m also sorry for waking you up, I really didn’t want to.” you say while pointing at the wet spot on his shirt where your tears were earlier landing on. Yunho just looks at you, with his messy brown hair slightly getting in his eyes and takes your hands into his.

“Never ever apologise for anything baby, please. It breaks my heart seeing you like this. Want to talk about what happened? Or would distracting you be more helpful? Did you eat? Are you hungry? Want me to run you a bath? God, I should’ve thought you’d be tired after a day of work, I’m sorry for not preparing anything…” he rambles while worriedly looking at you and you can’t help but let out a chuckle which stops Yunho from his train of thought. “...Was I rambling again?” he asks shily and you nod, making him smile. “Yeah, but it was cute.” you tell him and rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh. “Can we cuddle?” you ask while your head was still on his shoulder.

Your boyfriend doesn’t reply, instead he stands up and lays on the couch, patting the empty spot that was next to him. His back rests on the huge pillows that are on the couch, and he opens his arms towards you. You smile at the sight and crawl into his arms, instantly wrapping your arms around his chest and as he wraps his arms around yours.

“Milo, come!” he says a bit louder and immediately after the puppy sleepily stands up and sits next to Yunho’s torso, resuming his sleep right after, at which you chuckle. Yunho looks at you and smiles fondly while you better rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat calming you down.

“Today sucked.” you state while looking in the void. He hums, encouraging you to continue whenever you are ready to while he is caressing your head, occasionally playing with your hair. “I was late for work, was scolded for it and had to stay overtime, I got splashed with dirty water by a car, the ride back home was horrible, the computer kept crashing at work and had to redo the project sheet I was working on.” you let everything out, recalling everything that happened, Yunho’s arms and his scent being the only things that were keeping you from crying again. You take a deep breath in and when you exhale it comes out shaky.

“And everything happened because you didn’t wish me to have a good day this morning.” you say in a playful tone, trying to change the atmosphere, hearing him let out a choked laugh, which makes you laugh in return.

“Shit, you’re right…” is all he can say after thinking about this morning, retracing his steps and realising that he did not, in fact, wish you a good day. “Baby I am so sorry, it completely went over my head, I was too tired and focused on preparing Milo for the walk. I am so so sorry.” he states while whispering the ‘w’ word so that Milo doesn’t get excited, which you find cute, but pointless, as the puppy’s ears raised and looked at the two of you, wagging his tail. Yunho sighs and you laugh.

At this point you were fondly looking into his eyes, feeling how all your troubles were melting away in his touch and words.

“You’re so cute. Thank you for listening to my dumb problems.” you say as you once again nuzzle your head into his chest and hug him tightly, inhaling his cologne that now smelled like home to you. He grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger and forces you to look at him.

“They are not dumb problems, they are just problems. And I’m so sorry you had a bad day baby. I hope I can make this weekend the best for you.” he finishes his sentence by pulling you into a slow, lingering kiss, making you knees melt and bringing butterflies in your stomach. “Want me to run you a bath?” he asks after pulling away and kissing the tip of your nose.

“I think someone else is waiting for something though.” you say while looking at Milo who was now on the floor playing with his leash. You hear Yunho chuckle and it makes your heart flutter. You watch him as he looks at Milo biting and tugging at the leash and you feel as if your heart is about to explode from the love you carry for this man.

“Then I will run you a bath and in the meantime I will go walk Milo?” he asks and the puppy barks and jumps in circles after hearing his favourite word. Yunho looks at you and with one of your hands you reach for his forehead and push away the hair that was covering his forehead, caressing his face. The love you have for this man…

You take a glance at the window and you notice that it is now snowing outside. Your smile grows.

“No way I’m missing a walk with you and Milo when outside is snowing so beautifully. Let me change.” you say and quickly leave his embrace, not giving him any time to protest. You run to your shared room and quickly take off the dirty, uncomfortable clothes and change into a pair of sweats and one of Yunho’s hoodies. When you go back downstairs you see Yunho on the ground trying to tie his shoes, however Milo was interrupting him and either biting his hands or shoelaces, which makes you giggle. Adopting this puppy was the best decision you two have ever made.

“Come Milo! Let dad get ready for the walk.” you say as you try to distract the puppy, pulling him into your arms and letting him bite your hand playfully, giving Yunho enough time to put on his boots. Ater that the two of you switched duties so that you could put on your boots as well. Your boyfriend put on Milo’s coat and then helped you with your own.

“You sure you don’t wanna sit this walk out?” your boyfriend asks you once more before unlocking the door, at which you nod with a wide smile on your face. “I need this walk as much as Milo does.” you state and Yunho laughs. He kisses your forehead and hands you over Milo’s leash so he can unlock the door easier. You get outside and wait for Yunho to lock the door, admiring the way huge snowflakes were falling from the sky. When you look down you see Milo trying to bite them.

You are surprised by Yunho’s arms resting on your shoulders and pulling you into a back hug and you let out a surprised squeak. He kisses your cheek and then pulls away, taking Milo’s leash from your hands and offers you his arm to hold on to it while you walk together through the snowy night. You gladly take it and so the walk begins.

The street was silent, besides the occasional cars that were passing by and your steps on the freshly laid snow. You quickly reach the park you usually walk Milo in and you take off his leash, leaving him to run around the park freely, the two of you sitting on a bench while still having the hyperactive puppy in sight. You rest your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder and let out a deep breath, fog escaping your lips. You rub your cold hands together while breathing on them, in an attempt to warm them up.

When your boyfriend sees you struggling he takes off his scarf and wraps it around your neck and you instantly nuzzle into the warm material, inhaling his scent. He then takes your hands into his big, weirdly warm ones to warm up yours. He brings your hands to his lips and he kisses your fingers before breathing warm air on to them, making you blush and being grateful that the scarf and the cold were covering most of your face.

After your hands were all warmed up he urged you to put them in your pockets to keep them warm, which you do. Yunho then cups your face and his now slightly colder hands were caressing your cheeks, while he was looking into your eyes lovingly.

To him you were the prettiest person to ever exist in that moment: your cheeks and your nose were pink from the cold, lips slightly chapped from the change in weather, while you were wearing his scarf that was slowly getting covered in snowflakes, your hair being adorned with snowflakes as well. He really felt that in that moment he was falling in love with you all over again.

“Now, don’t you dare catch a cold, yes? I want you to stay happy and healthy with me. I have plans for this weekend to help you destress, ok?” he softly says, saying the first question in a more warning tone. His words make you smile and you nod, shifting your head so that you could kiss his palm, leaning into his touch afterwards.

“You’re beautiful, Yuyu. Inside and out.” you say while admiring his features. His very red cheeks and pink chapped lips, with big snowflakes all over his dark brown hair, made him look like he had stars on his head. You take out one of your hands from your pocket to ruffle his hair, snow rapidly falling from his head which makes you smile. “I love you so much, Yuyu, thank you for sticking by my side for so long.” are the words you let out before he pulls you into a hug and you are quick to hug him back, squeezing him tightly, while your eyes are fixed on the puppy that was either biting the snowflakes that were falling on him or jumping into piles of snow.

“Don’t get sappy now. I love you too. So much. Thank you for letting me stick to your side. I am not going to leave your side ever, you are stuck with me.”

“Oh no, the horror!” you sarcastically say and you can hear him chuckle. God how you love that sound. “Should we head home? It seems that Milo is getting tired as well.” you say while pointing to the puppy that was now slowly coming towards the two of you, exhausted from all the running and jumping.

Yunho stands up and picks Milo up after he brushes off all the snow that gathered on his coat. Milo rests his tiny head on Yunho’s arm and soon after falls asleep. “I really hope he won’t wake up in the middle of the night this time to bark at nothing.” you state while walking next to Yunho, burying your face into the scarf, looking for warmth. “Mhm. We should be fine tonight, he seems to be very tired.” Yunho states as he looks at the puppy in his arms, who was faintly wagging his tail in his sleep. Adorable.

Once you reach your front door again, your boyfriend tells you to get the keys from his coat’s pocket, and once you are inside your house he takes off Milo’s coat, quickly cleans the puppy’s paws and places him on his bed, putting a blanket on top of him. Only after he’s done with Milo does Yunho take off his shoes and coat, looking at you and sighing, resting his head on the wall behind him.

“The walk on this weather was beautiful but fuck, we are never staying this long on a snowy bench again.” he says and you giggle. While he is still leaning on the wall, his hands reach for your shoulders and pull you into one of his warm, bear hugs, resting his chin on the top of your head, your ear directly pressed over his chest, hearing his heartbeat slowing down.

“Are you feeling any better sweetheart?” he asks while slightly rocking left and right with you in his arms. You nod. “Yes, and it’s all thanks to you.” you admit and you can feel him smile.

“I will go run you a bath and then will cook something, does that sound good?” he asks after he pulls away a bit. You smile and nod, your whole body being overwhelmed with love for him. “Alright then. You just rest until the bath is ready, yes? Maybe think of what you’d like to eat.” Yunho says as he starts walking towards the living room while holding your hand, making you sit on the couch.

Yunho leans in and kisses the top of your head multiple times and then cups your face, pulling you into one of his slow, loving kisses, that was worth more than any amount of words in this world, making your stomach do flips. After that he leaves to prepare your bath.

You sit more comfortably on the couch and throw the blanket over your body to warm yourself up while thinking about the walk the two of you were on. A very tired Milo jumps on the couch and sits next to you, planning to continue his nap next to you. You smile and slowly pet the puppy. You were against the idea of getting him, but when Yunho was holding Milo in his arms, his eyes pleading that you accept him, you gave in, and to this day you are not regretting it, as seeing Yunho smile brightly every day is worth anything. Your heart is once again overwhelmed with the love you feel for him.

“So? What do you feel like having?” you hear Yunho’s voice from the kitchen and smile. You are insanely in love with this man.

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so uh. yes. this was my first time writing fluff? i can certainly say that i tried. my man yunho deserves more fluff ffs hes literally so bf

#ateez #yunho x reader #atz fanfic #jeong yunho #🍯🍋recs #gosh this was fluff central🥺💛#the homey and domestic vibes💋🤌#absolutely amazing!!🥹💛💛#also Yunho with puppy!?😭💛#the most adorable image ever!!🥹#truly the cutest Yun fic🤭💛💛#mc is definitely in good hands for fluff and destressing with Yun!!😌💛#a must read!!💛

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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'Felix, otherwise known as LixInABox' akxnkqnai, that is the cutest name ever omg🤭💛 'When Marshal walks by with a sandwich, you make sure to point him out.' Awhh Marshal is a cutie!! I can see him and Lix looking alike🤣 'And you really don’t want to admit it, but lixberry is really, really cute.' It is super cutee!!!🥹

omg

genre: fluff au: gamer au, streamer au warnings: none word count: 0.6k pairing: gn!reader x lee felix song: omg by new jeans

THEY KEEP ON ASKING ME, “WHO IS HE?”

Chat won’t stop asking, despite how many times you try to steer the topic at hand to something else. Their opinions on your current Animal Crossing build? Ignored. If you should crochet a cardigan or bucket hat for your cat? Little to no responses. Lavender latte or milk tea for Drink of the Day? Lavender latte wins, but Chat immediately goes back to your hidden boyfriend.

This is what you get for forgetting to mute your mic. You had a whole phone call about dinner before realizing your mistake, and now everyone knows that wholesome, cozy Twitch streamer lightberry swears like a sailor when discussing pork katsu and calls a special someone “baby.” It’s been clipped already, you just know. At least you didn’t put him on speaker.

“‘100 subs if you tell us his name?’” you read. You'll indulge them because indulging Chat makes for good content. “I’ll tell you literally anything else.”

If you told them his name, you would end up trending on Twitter.

“‘Is he also a gamer?’ Yeah. Mostly League, Genshin, Apex. He’s been trying to get into Valorant. Now, 100 subs, please.”

Felix, otherwise known as LixInABox, is a gamer and streaming personality who has nearly a million subs on Twitch. He has a partner, an elusive figure exclusively referred to as “My Partner.” There are rumors that My Partner (MP) doesn’t actually exist and that they’re a cover for his singleness.

“‘20 subs if you tell us his rank?’ Sure. He's pretty high in everything. I can’t ever duo with him, except in Genshin.”

When he started streaming, he was primarily known for his League of Legends skills. Low Masters on a good day, Diamond 3 on the bad ones.

“‘Show us a picture.’ You know what, I’ll do that for free.”

Chat is not happy when you pull up a photo of Marshal from Animal Crossing. To be fair, he does resemble Felix a little.

While they continue to pester you about his identity, you continue terraforming your butterfly-shaped lake. When Marshal walks by with a sandwich, you make sure to point him out.

“There’s my boyfriend,” you say as you glance at the chat, which is scrolling by so quickly, your eyes can barely keep up.

IT’S LIX

MP MP MP MP

LIXBERRY

You’ve got a ship name already? How did they figure it out? Did Felix reach a million subs? He joked that he would reveal who MP was once he hit a million, and you sort of gave him the green light, but surely he would tell you beforehand? You sit motionless at your chair and try to come up with a solution that doesn’t involve straight up lying.

LIXBERRY LIXBERRY

MP IS REAL

HE’S LIVE

It doesn’t matter what you do. By doing nothing, you’ve confirmed it, so you go back to how it all started—you call Felix, live on stream. You leave your mic unmuted intentionally this time.

“Hey, what did you do?” are your first words. You have his stream up as well, so you see the blush on his face. “You’re live on mine, by the way.”

“I didn’t do anything! They figured it out! I mentioned that I was gonna have pork katsu for dinner, and like five minutes later, they connected it back to you. What did you do?”

“I forgot to mute during our call,” you admit. “And I also gave them hints in exchange for subs, but I didn’t think they were anything obvious.”

He looks at his chat and laughs. “You basically told them what I’m famous for. And a picture of Marshal? No wonder.”

“My bad. See you at dinner?”

He smiles, and you can’t help but do the same. “Yeah. Love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

Chat explodes. You and Felix will never live this down, but it feels better than you thought. And you really don’t want to admit it, but lixberry is really, really cute.

HE’S THE ONE THAT’S LIVING IN MY SYSTEM, BABY.

#stray kids #skz #felix #lee felix #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #qksnsksnksndid playing games with Lix sounds like it would be fun!!🥹#I love how chat figured it out so quickly! they got big brains!😌👏👏#Marshal is one of my favorite squirrel villagers!! But Hazel is my girl!! Shes a sweetheart!!🥺💛#reminds me to got check on my villagers😭😭#this was super adorable oml🤭💛💛#I absolutely loved it so much!!💛

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'Wooyoung coughs again to draw out his previous choking, inhaling a huge amount of air before sighing, gulping' akdnjs Woo is out here dying and San is just staring at him like he's the weird one oml🤣💀 'Seonghwa’s very intricate itinerary.' Momma Hwa stay having everything organized!😌👏 and I bet he even has back up plans as well🫡 'He absolutely hates how the thought of him being attracted to you looking so homey makes him seem like a true domestic fool in love.' Ajdnwijsus awh what adorable turmoil Woo is going through🥹🤭 “It’s you who insinuated some negative note on my statement and made it some sort of Chewbacca slander.” Chewbacca slander has me rolling oml💀🤣🤣 'Wooyoung looks at you again, this time, his gaze fixated on your lips' ajsnjsndj Y/n out here fighting for their life bc of the sand in their eyes and Woo over here thinking about kissing them💀🤭 'they’ve managed to have him take seventeen shots, which, apparently, is more than he could handle' Oof seventeen shots😱 oml poor Mingi he is going to hate everything when that hangover hits😭🫡 'Jongho struggling to crawl towards the snack tray, clumsily grabbing whatever snack he could see while a ‘stupid wooyoung’ falls off of his lips.' Oml poor Jongo, he just wanted help to get a snack😭 'But your heart practically jumps to your throat when you see that he’s already looking.' Sgbjvdxsgnkvf🥺🥹 'He sings the lyrics into your ear, and the singer’s voice seems to fade in the background because nothing is more heavenly than Wooyoung’s voice.' I would've died right then and there tbh goodness🫣💛 “Did somebody ever tell you that you talk too much?” If my crush said that after I confessed my literal heart to them I think I would genuinely sob😭💀

crazy for you » jung wooyoung

SYNOPSIS: Wooyoung seems to have harbored a crush on you for a while now, and as much as he hates it, he manages to hold out just fine. A trip to the beach with the rest of your friends, however, becomes a huge threat to Wooyoung’s remaining resolve.

PAIRING: wooyoung x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

GENRE: romance/fluff, suggestive, humor

THEMES: best friend!wooyoung, best friends to lovers, pining, implied uni students!ateez and reader

⚠️ WARNINGS: profanities, alcohol, aggressive kissing (???), poor san kind of cockblocks and wooyoung decides to traumatize him

WORD COUNT: 8.0k

➺ MAIN MASTERLIST

Wooyoung lets out a long wheeze.

Beside him sits San, who’s withdrawing the metal straw that’s halfway through his mouth as he glances over at the coughing man with a weirded-out expression. He makes the effort to set his drink back down onto his thigh, the damp bottom of the glass creating a huge patch of wet circle on his light blue shorts. Wooyoung coughs again to draw out his previous choking, inhaling a huge amount of air before sighing, gulping, and straightening up on his seat again.

“You okay?” Asks San as he gently pats Wooyoung’s back, who grimaces but nods his head nonetheless as a reply.

“Yeah, yeah. Liquid just went down the wrong lane, that’s all.” He clears his throat, taking a careful sip from his smoothie just as his eyes smoothly dart over to take a glance at your direction again; this time, taking the time to properly take in your presence without embarrassingly choking on his own drink.

Hongjoong is the first to acknowledge your presence, followed by Seonghwa, and then the rest. Like how Wooyoung had expected, they instantly gush about your rather fresh and new look, dressed in a summery outfit that’s quite different from your usual style, but still looking incredibly good that it momentarily sends the two fashion enthusiasts to another dimension.

It’s the reason behind Wooyoung’s twenty-second choking too, but nobody’s supposed to know that.

It hasn’t been that long since you all arrived in the place― a rather cosmopolitan beach that’s a four-hour drive from the capital. The vacation had been planned months prior, but none of you had the time and the headspace to make it happen after a surge of projects and final examinations in the season. It most certainly came as a surprise when Yeosang was the one who’d brought it up after everything― considering he’s normally the silent one who goes along with whatever is decided or claps back to a stupid idea that somebody might chip in to the group. But it’s also especially because of the fact that Yeosang is the one who’d said he wanted to push the vacation through, and the fact that you had all been through hell, that the long-standing and almost completely wiped out trip to the beach finally happened.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong had everything planned out from the accommodation, to the food, down to the activities, so your arrival and checking in was fortunately a lot smoother than it’s supposed to be. After setting foot on the destination, and after a few arrangements and preparations here and outfit changes there, you’re finally coming out to gather at the beachfront for the sunset campfire, as per what’s written on Seonghwa’s very intricate itinerary.

Wooyoung forcefully tears his gaze from you, afraid you’ll catch him staring so badly and tease him about it.

He’s a huge pest himself, but he prefers to be the one on the annoying side and not the other way around. So instead, he chews on the little crumbs of ice from his smoothie and frowns ahead at the shining sun to conceal and bluff the reactions you’ve managed to contract from him.

He tries desperately to hide it because you aren’t supposed to be cute, you’re supposed to look like a porcupine in his eyes or something, and he’s supposed to tease you because of that. He’s supposed to let out a hyena laugh, annoy you to death, then play fight with you until the end. That’s how it has always been in the course of your lifelong friendship. But for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

And he swears it’s getting more and more ridiculous how this has happened a lot of times lately.

On your class reunion.

At a mutual friend’s birthday party.

At your apartment when you had a movie night and a sleepover, and you were even only in some plain freaking sweats and a comfy loose shirt!

He absolutely hates how the thought of him being attracted to you looking so homey makes him seem like a true domestic fool in love.

It also scares him even more how those times are the only times he’d begun to realize and process those feelings properly, because he’d been feeling them for so long before he’d begun to take notice of it.

Wooyoung had always thought you were pretty, and decent, too― that’s what he always says as a response to people telling him that you’re gorgeous or cute, or anything of the like.

It’s not like he’s lying though― yes, he does find you attractive, but a few years before, you were the type of attractive that was “not just for him”. His compliments directed towards you are always genuine; it has always been, but of course he’d cover that up with some sort of statement that would have been seen or deemed as offensive if he isn’t your best friend.

Wooyoung always liked showing affection, but always mischievously if not one in sadder days. And so it has been bugging him, for quite a long time now really, why he seems to be so disturbed over your presence and why it gets harder and harder for him to get the additional teasing statements out that normally followed his compliments without some offensive stuttering.

Or without averting his gaze.

Or hesitant eye contact.

Or an erratic heartbeat.

For him, it’s frustrating, really, because he isn’t as dumb as he hopes he would be and he knows exactly what it means.

“Well, how do I look?” Your voice snaps him out from his daze, and if not for the littlest bit of sanity left in him, he would have choked on his drink again. Thankfully, he doesn’t, but now you’re standing in front of him in all your glowing glory, which makes it harder for him to compose himself. It must be hilarious, he thinks, that you’re awfully oblivious to his twitchy and jumpy attitude— even twisting and turning to show off the outfit that you’ve planned solely for this trip weeks prior.

And it pains him how you look absolutely, breathtakingly, gorgeous in it.

Wooyoung hums, pretending to attentively look at you for a moment before leaning back into the bench, swinging his arm to rest against the backrest as he frowns up at you. “Like Chewbacca in a summer outfit.”

At his reply, your smile drops and you glare at him, though it’s rather lighthearted. Clicking your tongue, you roll your eyes at him before toying with the sleeves of your clothes, examining your outfit again.

“Come on, Wooyoung, they don’t look bad! In fact― oh my fucking god, you must be kidding me,” San manages to choke out after looking up from playing a game on his phone, blinking in rapid succession as he looks up at you with wide eyes. “You’re so pretty though?”

“Hey, I never said Chewbacca looked bad,” Wooyoung clicks his tongue, turning his head to look at San, who’s setting his phone and drink aside to approach you. “It’s you who insinuated some negative note on my statement and made it some sort of Chewbacca slander.”

Wooyoung’s gaze absentmindedly follows yours and San’s movement as he speaks. San holds your hand and helps you twirl around, a bright smile gracing your face at the attention you were getting from the man.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You reply with an exaggerated flick of your foot as you twirl once more, causing crumbs of sand to purposefully hit Wooyoung, who jerks back in shock with a scrunched face. Your laughter echoes in his ear, and he opens his eyes, looking at you with some kind of fiery determination that sends you laughing even harder.

“You little―”

Wooyoung stands on his feet and grabs a handful of sand, chucking it to you as some sort of retaliation. A shriek leaves your lips and you dodge his hits by running around before you begin engaging into some hilariously intense sand battle; laughs and shrieks filling the open area as it steals much of the attention from the people around.

“You scoundrels! Look, my smoothie is full of sand― get a damn room already!” San whines, dodging the crumbs of sand that come his way while frowning down at his wasted drink. He wastes no time in grabbing Wooyoung’s drink though, making sure it’s sand-free before consuming it instead.

Continuing your little play-fight, the laughter increases, though you get closer and closer to the shore. And just as you’re planning to fight him with seawater instead, bits of the sand that he chucks your way manages to enter your eye, so you halt on your spot with a wince.

“Ow,”

Wooyoung takes a few moments to examine you from far away, watching you blink and rub your eyes before realizing that you’re actually serious, so he quickly jogs over while trying to bite back a guilty laugh.

“Let me see,” He snorts as he approaches, the small cold waves of water by the shore lightly hitting your feet, making you stumble a bit. Wooyoung’s quick to hold you close though, and he gently takes a hold of your chin.

“Stop rubbing your eyes! It’ll get worse,” He laughs, swatting your hand away, and you try to pry them open but ultimately fail upon feeling the sting as the (unfortunately) salty air hits your eyes. Wooyoung tells you to stay still just as he puts his hands on either side of your cheek; and when you just stand there, closing your eyes and not fighting him back, it’s like a bucket of ice water is dumped onto him.

Your eyes are shut close, steady breaths coming out of your nostrils as you wait for him to touch you. Before he could move, though, your hands find his button up shirt, clutching and bunching up the cloth to balance yourself with your vision blocked. Wooyoung looks at you again, this time, his gaze fixated on your lips— that’s become so, so appealing and inviting to him that he feels his breath choke high up his throat.

“What are you doing? Hurry up, stupid!” You scold, bringing your hand up to blindly strangle him (which results in you accidentally poking his eye), and he stumbles a bit with a laugh, rubbing it before blinking the momentary sting away.

Mentally, he’s already swatting and hitting and cursing himself for dazing out and thinking about kissing you― not directly, but still implied― because god, he’s literally being so weird he couldn’t take it, but it happened at the wrong time too, and he’s so fucked if any of the other boys were paying attention to him and realized how fishy he’s been acting. So, he clears his throat and gently takes your face in his hands once more, gently prying your eye open before blowing onto it.

“Why do you both hate each other so much?” Yunho’s voice comes from an adjacent spot as he chuckles, watching you both with much fondness with the others trailing behind him. Wooyoung snorts as a response, glancing scarcely at their direction whilst he cups your face and tries to pry your eyes open again, a cheeky grin adorning his lips.

“We don’t hate each other, we’re offensive soulmates. We’re used to it.” He mumbles before turning back to you.

After Wooyoung blows a gush of air onto it in a weak attempt to make the foreign object go away, you begin to open your eyes and slowly blink in rapid succession to adjust your vision. Your hands then unknowingly come up to hold Wooyoung’s that are still resting on the sides of your cheeks. The first thing that you see is Wooyoung’s face― his annoyingly handsome face at that― and you’re about to throw a jesting insult at him about it, but you see this charmed look in his orbs first, that the words get choked in your throat, unable to come out for some reason.

Wooyoung blinks, hands frozen while his shoulders are clearly tense, and his eyes trace a line from your eyes, to your nose, to the plump of your lips before the lump on his throat bobs up and down when he visibly gulps. Feeling a surge of panic from the sudden silence, he pulls his hands from your face then awkwardly shoves them inside his pockets instead.

“Now, now,” Hongjoong claps, a lop-sided grin tugging onto one corner of his lips as he catches everyone’s attention. He bites back a laugh when Wooyoung’s head snaps to his direction a little too fast in a poor attempt to feign attentiveness in the awkward atmosphere.

Because Jung Wooyoung is everything but attentive, especially when it comes to Hongjoong.

“Everybody hasten up! Let’s start the campfire.”

Mingi had been squished flatter than a pancake halfway through the sunset campfire.

He had been the scapegoat for the group’s games this time; twenty minutes into the game, and they’ve managed to have him take seventeen shots, which, apparently, is more than he could handle to make it through the night. Everybody seemed to be having their own fun even though nobody actually really got to play truth or dare― because fooling around in the spur of the moment seemed to be more appealing to everybody than the desire to play the, what San liked to call, “oldfangled and mainstream” game of truth or dare― many things had happened and the newfound comfort of just doing whatever seemed to be relaxing.

Wooyoung had thanked the heavens and around probably fifty two celestial beings for that, because had they played truth or dare with the boost of alcohol, he would surely be fucked.

Thankfully, everyone’s so distracted, because everything is fun when you’re tipsy or drunk.

Seonghwa had managed to bring in some new friends for everybody; some people he’d met alone near the floating bar. There was one girl though, who Seonghwa really seemed to especially like; bringing a very huge smile to his face the moment she did so much as laugh.

Hongjoong noticed this, of course— patting Seonghwa’s back and encouraging him to make a move, knowing if he did, he’ll have the whole cottage room to himself tonight.

Right across you, Jongho is singing along to a song he slightly messes up out of being drunk, though his voice is as lovely as ever as he leads the whole group to jam. Yunho is play-fighting hand cobra with Yeosang right beside Jongho, while San and Wooyoung chats about something you couldn’t make out or hear, but it doesn’t matter.

At least he’s distracted enough to not know how good you think he looks in his gray silk button-up with its long sleeves messily rolled to his elbows.

On either side of you sits Ryujin and Lia, the friends of Seonghwa’s “friend”, whom you’ve grown close to within the first five minutes Seonghwa had introduced them to the group. The rest of your circle of friends scattered messily across you, especially Mingi who is sprawled out cheek-flat onto the sand while a grimacing Hongjoong tries to tug him back to his seat on the log, saying it’s not his bed and that he might be lying above the home of tiny crablets― which is quick enough to make him spring up and clumsily sit back up.

From the other end, Wooyoung sits with his elbows propped on his knees, the sound of faint laughter and chatter blurring around him; San’s words slowly becoming inaudible when he catches sight of you again. You’ve been watching everybody laugh and have fun for the most time― occasionally chatting with the girls.

“Wooyoung, can you― hic― hand me some salted nuts?” Jongho pleads, which ultimately distracts him from his reverie, but he snorts and reaches over to grab the pack of nuts from the snack tray near him anyway.

From the corner of Wooyoung’s eye, he sees Lia and Ryujin whisper something to you before slipping out of their seats, heading together somewhere along the area. The sight of you sitting alone makes Wooyoung take a final sip from his drink before pushing himself to stand, taking the packs of salted nuts that Jongho had asked him for along with him.

“Hey! My salted nuts―”

“Managed to save you some before Jongho could hog them to himself,” Wooyoung mumbles, waving the packs around as he approaches you. Immediately, you snort and chuckle, seeing the rather mischievous smile on his lips while he weaves his way through the others’ horseplay.

“What a superhero,” You jest, leaning slightly to the side to peek behind him, only to see poor little Jongho struggling to crawl towards the snack tray, clumsily grabbing whatever snack he could see while a ‘stupid wooyoung’ falls off of his lips. Chuckling, you shake your head just as Wooyoung takes what used to be Ryujin’s seat just beside you. He opens his palm upward, showcasing the snack for you to take, quirking a brow when you give him a once-over.

“Thanks.” You say, slamming your hand atop his in an attempt to grab the snack, though Wooyoung’s hand tenses up, and you both lift your gazes to meet each other in the eye. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence, silence, and a little more silence before you begin to snort, and Wooyoung finally bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Since when were your hands this tiny?!” He almost shrieks, laughing his ass off once more before setting the pack of salted nuts aside to compare your hands. The sight of your hand, almost an inch shorter than his, makes you groan and roll your eyes with a smile.

“It’s not tiny! It’s just smaller than yours.”

“That counts!” He shakes his head, clearly finding amusement in the situation. Wooyoung’s gaze flickers momentarily to your face, then back to your touching hands, and his smile slowly fades as soon as he feels the tip of your skin gently sliding down to his palm. Before you could completely let your hand fall back down on your lap, Wooyoung’s fingers bend to enclose around yours, feeling and rubbing them slightly.

“Your hands are so cold though.” He gulps, continuing his miniscule actions as your fingers slowly wrap around his thumb with how he’s rubbing friction onto them. Wooyoung brings your tangled hands down to his lap before he takes your other hand, then tugging them up to his lips to blow on them.

There, you take notice of how his lashes flutter prettily against his cheek, how the point of his nose perfectly compliments the natural pout of his plump lips. He’s so effortlessly beautiful, as much as you hate to admit it, and he’s got your stomach turning into that of a zoo.

Wooyoung is handsome― he always has been, but you’ve never really seen him in the same light, or at least you think you didn’t. Or you don’t want to. Or you didn’t― or whatever. Just as if he hears bits of your thoughts, he lifts his gaze, staring at you from below his lashes before he raises a brow at you out of faux intrigue.

“What, are you immune to this huge ass campfire?”

Instantly, you find yourself shrugging, and though Wooyoung returns a little snort, it suddenly becomes awkward― not because you’re looking at each other with some hidden fondness, but because it suddenly becomes silent.

“Oh my god,” It’s Yeosang who speaks first and breaks the silence with a groan that makes you both turn to the others, who are already silently staring at you and Wooyoung out of intrigue. A small chuckle erupts from Yeosang and he shakes his head right after taking one single glance at your hands, then saying before he takes a sip from his drink, “You guys might as well just kiss.”

You feel Wooyoung’s hand twitch in yours, making you snap out of your trance and slowly pull your hands away from his. Inwardly, you try to assess his reaction but then produce to cuss yourself for letting your obvious awkwardness slip― not even bothering to respond to Yeosang with an ‘ew’ or a mere ‘yuck’ just to save yourself some embarrassment for being unreasonably awkward. But it comes even more as a surprise as Wooyoung doesn’t even bother to throw a snide remark back, because he always does it, and there’s absolutely no reason for him to be embarrassed.

He even kisses your cheek in front of the others most of the time, just like he does with them— Yeosang’s words were nothing compared to that very public act of affection he displays in the daily, so why did it seem to weigh a lot this time?

But it’s really because Wooyoung’s brain is somewhere else, his remaining sanity prompting him to think of reasons as to why you pulled your hand away. Should he have said something to block Yeosang from making you feel embarrassed? Were you offended that at that moment, you were sort of linked to him for a bit? Or worse, did you not want to kiss him?

“But please, not in front of us.” Hongjoong kids, snapping Wooyoung out of his reverie as he gives you both a rather teasing grin just as he throws a chip into his mouth. The others pay no mind to it― at least not really, just a little laugh here and there almost as if they’re… expecting it to happen.

Eventually.

“Guys, I think the live band is starting―” Mingi groans, and his excitement for the live band (that he’s been looking forward to since forever) seems to overpower his drunk state as he’s the first to hear the subtle beating of the adjacent drums whilst it’s being tested. Hongjoong, being a musically-inclined person himself, is obviously excited as well as he quickly begins asking the others to pack up and gather their own trash to throw in proper waste bins before leaving to the stage.

Thanks to Mingi’s incredible sharpness, you manage to secure spots near the front before people could crowd, which means you must make the most out of the experience. It doesn’t take more than five minutes and the band begins playing a series of pop songs to hype the energy of the crowd; the night is still young and yet to be enjoyed. Yunho’s the first to bump your side with his butt in an attempt to get you to dance, and in no time, you’re already grooving around with him like drunken fools. But it’s really just his energy that powers you to move around even when you’ve been too shy minutes prior; and you’re thankful for his existence.

You manage to spend time with each of your friends for every oncoming set of songs, and you think there’s nothing that can top the time and energy that you spend tirelessly. The band did a good job at starting and maintaining and then boosting the energy of the crowd from the start; from an exciting pop and reggae to a relaxing r&b. But as they near the peak of the night, the songs begin to reduce to calmer ones, the crowd growing as equally relaxed as they’re given time to recover from the fatigue that they just spent jumping around.

Just as you regain consciousness of what’s happening around you, snapping out from what seemed like a dream, you notice that Mingi is slightly dying near the left side of all the mingling bodies, not literally though― as he seemed to be a little too drunk after he’d continuously headbanged and drank and danced around to all the pop songs played earlier. Yunho is trying to tend to him though, trying to get him to stand up only to be as equally tired and shitfaced drunk as the other male is. You see Yeosang approaching the two of them, trying to get them out of the mingling bodies to the empty space just near the side, because if he doesn’t do that then they’ll obviously get stepped on sooner or later when they finally fall face-flat on the sand.

Jongho on the other hand somehow managed to find his way on the stage, singing along with the original singer for a duet; Seonghwa is in an adjacent corner cheering Jongho on before turning to look at his fling sweetly, who’s cuddled to his side. Hongjoong is in the front row, holding up a digital camera to film Jongho like a proud stage mother as he sings on stage.

“y/n!” Somebody calls, and from the sound of their voice, they come from behind, so you turn. But before you could face the owner of the strained voice, smoke blows out from the pair of smoke machines on the stage. The bright lights reduce to a dim tone, and you squint to make the figure out emerging from the smoke.

Bright eyes, plump lips, exposed chest...

Wooyoung.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you,” He says, a relieved sigh escaping his lips before he reaches up to ruffle your hair.

“Hey,” Chuckling, you let the greeting roll smoothly off of your tongue right before playfully swatting his hand away. He submits to it, pulling his hand before shoving it inside of his pockets.

Before he could say anything else, the bright lights reduce to a dim tone, the music shifts, and you both barely get to hear the words the singer utters before you’re looking around, baffled, seeing how people are suddenly facing each other in pairs instead of facing the stage. Wooyoung catches the word “romantic” only, and his eyes widen just as he swears he feels his heart leap from his chest.

Is the universe really toying with him on purpose? Because as far as he was concerned, he looked for you in hopes of jumping along to that one Justin Timberlake song, but now that he’s found you, he’s bound to share a rather intimate moment with you under this makeshift romantic atmosphere.

It would have been better, had he been alone. He could have settled at the back, leaned against a tall table and watched everybody kiss in front of him; he honestly couldn’t care less. But now, his friends are too far away, dancing with each other, cuddling with some people they barely know, or are just busy puking somewhere near the shore.

As if to make things worse, you’re standing right next to him, as stiff as a pole as you both face the stage; the people couples surrounding you either kissing or hugging to the fucking death to this Madonna love song. He figures he’d better be off drunk than to stand awkwardly right beside you, but he isn’t, and nor are you.

So you both continue to stand there, listening to the singer on stage.

A little awkwardly, you begin swaying along to the song― just because you don’t want to look too stiff or weird, so Wooyoung does the same.

But of course, something just has to happen; and your hand just has to accidentally brush against Wooyoung’s, like any other romantic cliche. It happens once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Again, for the fourth time.

And going five.

With how often it’s happening, you begin to think that maybe Wooyung’s teasing again, so you steal a glance at him from your peripheral vision.

But your heart practically jumps to your throat when you see that he’s already looking.

Wooyoung clears his throat as you turn your head to him. “Nice song, huh?”

“Oh. Yeah,” You say, then it goes silent again, so you try to speak up again by saying, “It’s Madonna, after all.”

Thankfully, Wooyoung chuckles– the very single act that made you feel a little relaxed under the rather tense atmosphere.

“God, Seonghwa is actually ridiculous for finding a fling on the first day of our trip. But then again, it doesn’t really matter when he’s snuggling close with somebody while we’re just standing here, does it?” He manages to let out an actually believable chuckle to cover the underlying uncertainty of his voice.

“True,” An airy chuckle leaves your lips as you turn to Seonghwa’s direction, watching him hold the girl close to his chest while the song plays. You look back at Wooyoung and nudge his arm with your elbow. “Well I guess it’s not that bad because you’re as lonely as I am.”

And you regret it immediately the second your words leave your lips because, what is that even supposed to mean? Wooyoung doesn’t respond as you hoped he would, though― he only snorts at you instead of taking offense and playfully fighting you to the end, like he usually would, but you think it’s better than him being all serious about it... probably.

There’s silence again, though you see Wooyoung gulp and inhale and exhale as if to calm himself down for some reason, so, feeling a strange surge of courage surge through you— with him seemingly as nervous as you are— you turn to him.

“Hey—”

“Woo—”

Your words come out in unison.

Wooyoung beats you to it and jerks his chin towards you, saying, “You go first.”

Then your confidence deflates.

Fumbling slightly with your fingers, the moment heightens all the more when the instrumental starts playing and there’s a higher chance of Wooyoung hearing what you have to say. How crazy can you be, feeling all confident and then backing away in a split second? But that’s maybe because he has something equally important to tell you and what if it’s that he has a lover? Or a crush? Or something that might embarrass you if you speak first? But after gnawing on your bottom lip for a couple of seconds, gaze dropped to the floor out of worry and anxiousness, you finally decide to just let the gods have their way with your life, as long as you get this weight off of your chest. So you huff and say,

“This thing… do you feel it… too?”

―then beat yourself up for the question because, just what is that supposed to mean? As vague as it is obvious, you hope Wooyoung doesn’t really catch what you mean to ask, but somehow you also do.

“What thing?” Is what Wooyoung says though, and it takes you two seconds long to process it, that he manages to add, “Oh, your sweaty hands?” before you could say anything else.

Just like that, your widened eyes reduce to a slant, deadpanning and glaring at him for his hilarious response. It’s supposed to make you laugh, and you are supposed to laugh because he might be oblivious and you have to cover it up.

But you don’t.

Instead, you murmur a small “Nevermind,” before turning away to face the stage again, refusing to believe you just made a fool of yourself in front of your own best friend, and maybe, crush. But it’s better than to have openly expressed your feelings and then getting turned down, isn’t it?

“y/n,” Wooyoung calls, his voice airy as if he’s about to laugh at you in the most hilarious way he possibly can, so you don’t turn to him. But being the overly persistent man he is, of course he continues poking on your arm, to which you dodge by clicking your tongue and moving away.

“Shut up, Wooyoung. I can’t hear the song.” You say, which is an ultimately lame excuse because the large speakers that blast the singer’s voice are tenfold louder than Wooyoung; but this embarrassment of yours causes a smile to tug onto the corners of his lips.Wooyoung coughs into his enclosed fist in an attempt to clear his throat, bottom lip getting caught in between his teeth as he tries to bite back a smile.

One moment, you feel as though your heart dropped to your stomach, and then the next, you feel it rise up to your throat. It’s there and suddenly you can’t get words to come out of your lips because you feel Jung Wooyoung standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist whilst his cheek rests almost next to yours.

What I’m dying to say is that I’m crazy for you,

Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true

He sings the lyrics into your ear, and the singer’s voice seems to fade in the background because nothing is more heavenly than Wooyoung’s voice. Too stunned to move or even utter a word, you stand there, frozen in his arms while he begins to sway your bodies slowly. Then, your hand slowly finds its way atop his arm; and Wooyoung expects you to pull his arm away, but you don’t.

You don’t tell him you feel his heartbeat speed up from your back.

I never wanted anyone like this,

It’s all brand new

Wooyoung spins you around, then gently takes a hold of your hand, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist just as he tugs it upward. The feeling of his skin on yours once more makes you lift your gaze to meet his eyes, and you catch him watching you with fondness in his gaze. His eyes flicker down once more to your free hand, and he does the same to it, now holding both of your hands before he brings it up to his shoulders, swiftly sliding closer to you, your fingers now subtly touching behind his neck.

Wooyoung’s gaze becomes rather shy as he lifts his gaze to meet yours once more, a small smile tugging on his lips as he places his hand cautiously on your waist. What’s annoyingly weird is that he’d done it so many times before— placing his hands there when he’s moving past you, on crowded parties, on formal dinners, or even stupid prom nights— but this time, there seems to be something different with the way you’re touching each other; like it feels more intimate and just… more.

With a gulp, you move closer to him and avoid his gaze. But Wooyoung is just determined to have you melt into a puddle as soon as possible because in a millisecond, he’s gently taking a hold of your chin, lifting it up, only to place his forehead against yours.

Your eyes dilate at the sight of Wooyoung so close to you― his lips just mere inches from yours. It’s the first time you’ve been this intimately close with him in such an intimidating atmosphere, but you like it. You really do.

His eyes are closed, and he continues to enjoy the moment— humming to the song— which stretches your lips into a smile. As soon as you close your eyes as well, however, Wooyoung blinks his eyes open, and it’s his turn to adore the tranquil look on your face. His chest rumbles with the chuckles he’s letting out, and you open your eyes before slightly pulling away to look at him.

“What?” You ask, but Wooyoung only shakes his head with a smile that almost reaches his ears. Then, he inhales a breath of courage before lifting one hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ear. His soft gaze lingers momentarily on your lips before it trails up to your nose, and then your eyes. Then, he cups your face again, his fingers sliding against your cheek, the underside of your jaw, and your neck as he lets out a shaky breath.

You sense the nervousness in his slightly trembling fingers, in his breath, and in the look in his eyes. And so when he couldn’t bring the words to come out of his mouth, as much as he so desperately wants to ask if he can, you begin leaning into his touch. The action alone makes Wooyoung relax, and just as he’s quickly cupping your face with now both of his hands―

“Wooyoooounggg!”

San’s nearing voice makes you and Wooyoung jump away from each other, fast, that it even makes you both accidentally bump into the people snuggling an arm’s length from behind where you previously stood. After muttering soft apologies to the couples for ruining such a sweet moment— to which they only seem to disregard as they’re too into the mood— you and Wooyoung inhale shaky breaths, stealing awkward glances at each other just as you turn to face the stage again while Wooyoung feels San’s arm wrap around his shoulders. Unconsciously, the overly excited boy jumps around on his spot, shaking Wooyoung’s shoulders just as he turns to San with an expression he fails to read out of drunkenness.

“Wooyoung! Wooyoung, I think I’m finally going to get a girlfriend—”

“San,” Wooyoung deadpans, pursing his lips slightly to convey a contained and restrained look before lowering his voice to whisper, “I think what you’re about to get is a black eye from me.”

“If we want to be able to stick to our itinerary for tomorrow, we all have to wake up on time despite staying up late, so don’t fool around too much and go to bed as soon as you can, please.”

“How about you take your own advice? Don’t stay up too late frolicking—” Wooyoung playfully chirps back, only jolting and backing away a bit when the older male turns around and threatens to run over and get him under his chokehold. But Seonghwa couldn’t afford to ruin his rather blissful night; not when he’d obviously had the time of his life only to have the mood tumbling down because Wooyoung can’t shut up.

It happens a lot though, and at this point it’s even a regular thing that neither of them pay much attention to it. Everyone continues walking lazily, some even moving a little too slowly towards your respective cottages— like you and Wooyoung, who remains a few meters behind. Although he’s not walking right next to you, he takes careful steps, obviously wanting to match your pace as you slowly drag your feet through the sand.

The familiar cottages come to view, and the others begin racing each other to their rooms. Just as you’re about to run along, Wooyoung grabs a hold of your arm, your name leaving his lips airily.

He licks his lips and heaves a breath, hands slipping into his pockets as you turn to look at him. The air is cold and strong, making you shift closer to your best friend to at least feel his warmth.

“What is it, Woo?”

Throughout the years you’ve known Wooyoung, he’s confident, noisy, (a little?) annoying, and hyperactive. To see him so shy and nervous especially around you is something out of the ordinary, which is why you know something’s really amiss and that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. Wooyoung’s tongue pokes at his cheek as he begins gently kicking sand to ease the pooling anxiety in his chest.

“About a while ago,” He pauses to gulp, and then there’s silence as he tries to search for his words. When they don’t come, you try to cover it up just in case he regrets speaking about it.

“Oh, don’t get too worked up about it, I’m sure we just got a little carried away.”

You even chuckle a bit after saying it, because you assumed everything that transpired was to be left at that, but Wooyoung’s eyes are glossy as he lifts his gaze from his feet to meet yours.

“You think so?”

You blink, “You don’t?”

Silence.

“I gues… I… Maybe you’re right,” Wooyoung says after a few more seconds of silence, catching his lower lip in between his teeth as he stares into blank space for a bit, right before making eye contact with you― a little bravely this time. “But I just want to let you know that it wasn’t entirely nothing for me.”

There’s silence, again, but it’s because Wooyoung allows you to recuperate for a bit so that you can listen intently to what he’s about to say.

“It’s been going on for a long while now, really, and I think we both know it. This… thing between us, the thing you asked me about a while ago? Yes, I feel it. I really do. And it's driving me crazy because I want to do something about it. I want it. I want—” He sighs, “I want you.”

Heavy breathing.

“I think I’m crazy for you,” Wooyoung says, the sigh that escapes his lips this time resembling much that of relief; as if some weight is loaded off of his chest and he’d successfully gotten the words he’d longed to say out of his lips.

“It’s not even because you wore something that’s so different from what you usually wear; it’s not even because I’m a hopeless romantic and I felt so lonely in the sea of couples while a live band sings a ridiculous love song. It’s not because of that stupid makeshift romantic atmosphere that I got carried away.” Wooyoung takes a hesitant step closer to you, but you don’t back away— lost in the sea of emotions in his eyes.

“But from the very start, I’d already thought of you. I already wanted to spend every moment with you and it’s fucking ridiculous because I don’t want to just stand next to you, cheer you on like how best friends do. I want— I want to cheer you on, hug you, and kiss you, and shower you with all the love that I have for you but as somebody more because everyday, I think of you. Of course I do, I’m your best friend, but you’ve been crossing my mind so much these days that it’s driving me crazy— you’ve been staying in my mind like crazy as if it’s your home— and I tell you that I love you everyday but I don’t mean it jokingly or halfheartedly anymore, I don’t feel like you understand my I love yous the way I really, genuinely, sincerely, love you. Yes, it’s that deep, and I know I’m rambling and not making a lot of sense but I’m being as honest as I can, and I just really want to get this off of my chest because there’s no other way I can express it. If not for San, Choi fucking San, maybe I’d be rambling less because we’d either be awkward with each other, I’d be rejected or maybe you’d feel the same, but I’m not saying you should—”

“My god, Jung Wooyoung,” Wooyoung watches you rub your temples using your thumb and middle finger before letting your hand dangle back to your sides. A small quirk is visible at one corner of your lips as you snort at him, saying, “Did somebody ever tell you that you talk too much?”

Wooyoung winces slightly, left eye twitching before he licks his lips and looks around aimlessly.

“You all do,” He shoves his hands inside his pockets, a hesitant look written across his face as he awkwardly meets your eyes again.

“Well then―”

“Let me guess,” He sighs, shutting his eyes just as he nods his head in understanding. “I should shut up?”

“Yeah. You should shut up,” A pause, and with his eyes closed, he doesn’t see the grin on your lips that you try to bite back. “And just kiss me.”

Wooyoung’s head snaps up as he whispers a stunned, “What?” that makes you chuckle, and you shrug and sigh just as he looks at you expectantly.

“To cut the drama to the chase, I feel the same way, Woo.” Is how you explain it to him subtly, right before reaching over to punch his chest playfully as you say, “Do you even know how hard it is to get you out of my head—”

Wooyoung takes large steps towards you, ready to dive in to capture your lips into a kiss― just what he’s been a little too slow at doing a little while ago. But just as he’s cupping your jaw with his one hand, the other settled on your waist to pull you close—

“Wooyoung, what’s taking you so long? I want to ramble to you about my— Oh hey, y/n!”

San’s voice almost echoes in the open, and with how he sounds, he’s a little oblivious to what’s about to happen in front of him even when you and Wooyoung are pressed unusually close to each other. And at the sound of his voice— his second interruption for tonight— Wooyoung groans, turning his head to his friend and giving him a wide-eyed look of warning.

But when San’s brows only raise as a response, Wooyoung decides to hold up a palm to him, telling him to stop and wait for a moment.

The poor stunned boy only becomes twice as stunned as soon as he sees Wooyoung lean in and capture your lips into a kiss, and you’re pretty sure he’s drowning in surprise when you begin to kiss Wooyoung back. As soon as your lips begin moving gently against his, Wooyoung grins into the kiss, and he retracts his hand after hearing San’s silence, knowing he’d successfully taken the hint.

Little footsteps pad away— which must be San escaping the scene— and it’s either he gets to his cottage, traumatized that he shuts up about it or so shocked he’ll tell the others to come out and see what’s happening. But without much care about whatever San might do, Wooyoung lifts a hand to cup your jaw instead, tilting his head to kiss you again, the kiss deepening even in the midst of small laughter and clashing teeth and swollen lips.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing for, but you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

Wooyoung’s lips are like soft cushions that press ever-so-gently yet passionately against yours— way better than how you’d imagined it, that it makes you melt under his touch. He smiles into the kiss again, making a smile appear on your lips as well, and you laugh and kiss and then laugh again, until your noses are gently nuzzling against each other and your lips are hovering above each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, you really make me go crazy, do you know that?” Wooyoung mumbles against your lips, his eyes producing a faint glimmer of what anybody could only recognize as love. You slide your hands from the back of his neck, down to his shoulders, then to his chest, and you feel the terrible pounding of his heart atop his clothed chest. Chuckling, you sneak a soft kiss on his lips again just before pulling away slightly to place your forehead against his.

“Just one touch and I already know it’s true, Woo. If that's what you're worried about, just know that I'm crazy for you, too.” Cocking your head to the side, it's Wooyoung's turn to feel flustered. “Hard not to be when you're this sexy.”

“Oh you—”

Hongjoong's voice rips through the air. “Fuck inside your room, not out there, for goodness sake!”

KIA'S NOTE: another repost from my old acc! i want to know what you think, lmk through my asks or through the tags! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

#wooyoung fluff #jung wooyoung fluff #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader fluff #🍯🍋recs #the fluff💋🤌#i love Woo's and mc's inner turmoil as they both come to realize their feelings🥹💛#also the pacing!? absolutely beautiful!!🤭👏👏#and San being the biggest innocent cockblock of the century🤣💀#poor guy💀🤧#he just wants Woos attention too🥺#man i hope Mingi is okay🫡 man got shitfaced oml💀#Jongho ending up singing with the band was perfect🤣👏👏

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'San and Wooyoung were on either side of her swaying body, the three of them chatting away excitedly with grins on their faces.' Skdnidndi San and Woo at the club!? I just knooowww y/n is having a blast!! I feel like those two would be so fun to take to the club to just dance!!🤭👏👏 “Now that you’re all alone I think it’s my turn to take you for a spin, cmon and have a dance with me,” uh no ma'am🤢 not that man demanding a dance from y/n🙄✋️ “A couple of songs won’t hurt you love, might even make you want to come home with me,” AHHHH NOO😭 ew the instant wave of cringe akjsksj take it away!😭 someone come get him away from y/n😭🙏 'She should have known that Yunho would keep an eye on her.' Yay Yuyu to the rescue!🥹💛 “To [Y/n], congratulations on your new promotion” sksnjsnqksd they are all there to celebrate y/n's accomplishments😭💛💛 they are such good friends oml🥺 'He was nothing if not a gentleman.' Agreed! He is such a gentleman😌👏 'He starts untying her shoelaces and looks up at her with a small grin on his face' akdndjwn shut up that's too adorable😭🥺 Ack and he offered to make y/n food too🥹 he's such a sweetheart!! 'it always felt like having her close kept him sane.' AKSMSKSMKS🥹 “I’m so scared you’re never going to want to hold my hand again… and your hand is the only hand I ever want to hold,” currently sobbing oml that line is too adorable🥹😭 pppsshhh y/n out here with the cutest rizz🤭

kitchen confessions

[ yunho x reader ] [ bestfriendstolovers!au]

[ listen to: dance, baby! by boy pablo // fallingforyou by the 1975 ]

[ wordcount: 2.2k ]

[ warnings: unedited, paragraph or two of a creep, little bit of kissing, soft yunho hours, my first imagine so please bear with me. ]

The pulse of the bass and the strobe of the lights had put [y/n] into a trance on the dance floor. San and Wooyoung were on either side of her swaying body, the three of them chatting away excitedly with grins on their faces. Every now and then San and Wooyoung would try to out do each others funky little dance moves, which would lead to the three of them giggling hysterically. With the group of bodies moving together [y/n] could feel herself overheating. She let both of the boys know that she was going back to their table for her drink, and started making her way between people to get there.

The bar that her friends had chosen was fairly popular, and the crowd was only growing the longer the night went on. After shimmying her way through a group of giggling girls, her eyes on their groups table in the corner, she’s stopped by a hand grasping her arm. She is turned abruptly by the firm grip, and her eyes meet the eyes of a plain boy clearly trolling on the dance floor. Without letting go of her arm, the boy starts to speak.

“I saw you over there dancing with your friends, it looked like you were giving them a real good time. Now that you’re all alone I think it’s my turn to take you for a spin, cmon and have a dance with me,” the rude boy insists, not letting up on her arm. [Y/n] takes a step back, trying to create some distance, but he steps closer again.

“No, thank you. I’m going over to meet my friends,” [Y/n] says, trying to tug her arm out of his grasp. His hold on her tightens to a bruising force and he pulls her even closer to the point where she could smell his putrid alcohol based breath. [Y/n] could feel the panic start in her lungs, making the air feel hot and her palms sweaty.

“A couple of songs won’t hurt you love, might even make you want to come home with me,” he says lewdly, a sneer on his face. From the corner of her eye, [Y/n] could see a familiar hand coming down to rest on the rude man’s wrist.

“I’m not sure if you’re deaf or stupid, but she said no. Leave, now,” she heard her best friends low tones over her shoulder. She should have known that Yunho would keep an eye on her. Taking her eyes off of the sleazy man in front of her, [Y/n] looks up at Yunho and takes in the anger rolling off of him. Yunho has always been fiercely protective of his friends, and she was no exception- if anything he was more protective and sheltering of her than anyone. The rude man sneers at both of them and scoffs before releasing her arm and walking back into the crowd of dancers.

“Are you okay, [Y/n]?” Yunho asks, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her away towards the edge of the crowd. Taking her arm is his gentle hands, he looks over the bruising that is already starting to form and his frown deepens.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Yu. Some creeps don’t know when to take no for an answer,” she huffs before sending a small smile up at him. Yunho smiles gently at her and pulls her into a hug, careful not to crush her bruised arm, and rests his head on top of hers. She takes in a deep breathe and feels the tension leave her shoulders with his comforting scent.

“You know i’ll always protect you, [Y/n]. Let’s go get a drink, hmm?” He says, releasing her from his hug and slinging his arm around her shoulder again, pulling her close and tugging her over to their booth.

Mingi, Yeosang , and Jongho were seated in the booth, while Hongjoong and Seongwha were competing against each other in a game of pool. Mingi slides over leaving enough space for the two of them. [Y/n] sinks into the seat between Mingi and Yunho, picking up her drink and taking a few refreshing swigs. Rubbing her arm absentmindedly, she heard Yunho speak up from next to her.

“This bar is just not the vibe right now, let’s go onto the next one,” Yunho says, and the others agree but not before they take another round of shots. Seongwha goes out onto the dance floor to collect San and Wooyoung, while Yeosang walks over to the bar to order the shots for the table.

Everyone crowds together in a circle, each holding a shot in their hand.

“To [Y/n], congratulations on your new promotion, you’ve worked very hard and we can’t wait to see where your career takes off from here,” Hongjoong lifts his glass and slightly bows his head to you. There’s a chorus of “cheers, [Y/n]’s” and large smiles from all around while simultaneously shooting back the drinks. Gathering all of the coats and bags they’re brought, the group leaves this bar and starts walking towards the next one they had planned. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were walking together in the front, the rest of the boys were behind them goofing off and jumping around, and Yunho and [Y/n] are trailing along behind them.

“Yu, let me take a picture of you,” [Y/n] requests, leading him by the hand over to a bike post on the edge of the street. It was well lit and empty, and [Y/n] thought Yunho looked angelic, and wanted to capture a nice moment in their evening. Yunho smiles and plays along, posing while [Y/n] snaps pictures on her phone. After taking a few she hums and smiles before sending them to Yunho. Reaching out her hand, she pulls him alongside her again. The group had reached the bar, and [Y/n] and Yunho weren’t far behind.

Into the late evening and early morning, the group started breaking off and heading back to the dorms. [Y/n]’s apartment wasn’t far from their dorm, and Yunho sent the others off with the intention of seeing her home safely. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

They end up taking a cab back to her apartment, [Y/n]’s light snores flowing up from her head resting on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho smiles softly while looking down at her soft cheeks and long lashes, resting his head against hers gently so not to wake her. The ride in the cab is not very long, so soon Yunho is unbuckling [Y/n]’s seatbelt and coaxing her out of the car. They walk up the stairs together, one surefooted and the other slightly stumbling.

Reaching the door to her apartment, [Y/n] hands her keys off to Yunho to unlock the door, which he does quickly. Holding her hand and tugging her inside, Yunho locks the door behind him and gets down on his knees in front of [Y/n]. He starts untying her shoelaces and looks up at her with a small grin on his face. [Y/n]’s eyes are wide and her full cheeks are dusted with blush. His grin widens, and he quickly works the shoes off of her feet. Slipping his off with ease when finished with your shoes, he takes your hand in his again.

“I know you’re tired, but we should really eat something. Can I make you a grilled cheese,” Yunho asks as they walk through to her kitchen. [Y/n] plops down into one of her barstools and nods.

“Only if I get to choose the music,” [Y/n] requests exuberantly, already pulling out her phone and scrolling through songs.

“That’s fine with me, just don’t let it get too loud so we don’t disturb the neighbors, right darling?” Yunho says it so nonchalantly while warming up the pan that she almost misses it. Yunho had always been sweet but he didn’t usually use pet names with her, rather using endearing ones to poke fun at each other. It made her thoughts wander, pupils darkened and eyes staring holes into the middle of his back. She could think of a lot of different ways for him to call her darling.

“I thought you were going to turn on some music,” Yunho questions before her daydreams get away with her. She smiles at him and presses play on an upbeat boy pablo song, dancing along in her seat for a second before hopping up and holding out her hand to Yunho. He waves his spatula at her as if he didn’t want to dance, but knowing Yunho he always wanted to dance. [Y/n] gets closer to him and tries enticing him even more.

“C’mon Yu, you didn’t dance with me at the club at all. You owe me a dance,” [Y/n] states matter of factly, wiggling her fingers.

“That’s because you were too busy being sandwiched between Wooyoung and San,” Yunho sighs and pouts while putting down the spatula. He folds his arms and looks down at her with his plump lips still pouted. She giggles and pulls his arms apart, waving them in the air until he loosens up and a genuine smile takes over his pout.

They bop and dance around together for a few minutes while Yunho multitasks and finishes up their grilled cheese. They eat them while the song continues on, the fun beat making them both giggle together.

The song ended and the dulcet tones of Matty Healy singing fallingforyou began, making [Y/n]’s eyes fall shut and swaying her body to the ethereal sound. Yunho looks down at her with a fond smile on his face, thinking about how much this song applies to their relationship. As far as he was aware, she was clueless to his overwhelming feelings for her. They had been friends for years, and recently he’s been feeling more for her. His tenderness had become so obvious, to the point where his friends tease him, and dare him, and try to do anything in their power to match Yunho and [Y/n] up. Yunho doesn’t mind though, it always felt like having her close kept him sane.

On the other side of things, [Y/n] knew she had feelings for Yunho. I mean honestly, how could she not. He was charming and smart, tall and handsome, the literal human embodiment of sunshine. He was her light in the darkness, but she knew how unattainable he was. Someone like him liking someone like her? Highly improbable. A fun daydream to have in moments like this. In her eyes, Yunho was so far out of her league it wasn’t even funny.

[Y/n] could feel Yunho’s hands pulling her closer to dance to the slower song. Her eyes opened and looked up into Yunho’s soft brown ones. He pulled her into his chest, her head resting against it while his warm arm wrapped around her back. They swayed together while he hummed, his low reverb vibrating through her. It felt very intimate to her, and she couldn’t stop the flush and nerves that zapped through her body. Listening to the lyrics of the song, she couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat, wanting to confess her never ending fondness for him. She wanted to, more than anything, but the anxiety was making tears build up in the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck,” Yunho’s soft voice sang along quietly while swaying them, and [Y/n] couldn’t help but stop and look up at him.

“I can’t hold it in anymore, Yu. I think I’m in love with you. I know that this is gonna be awkward now because there’s no way you could ever like me but I just couldn’t hold onto it anymore,” [Y/n] rushes out in one breath. Her face heats up and a tear falls from her eye, the heat of embarrassment enfolding her body.

“Oh baby, why are you crying?” Yunho’s warm hang reaches up to wipe the tear from her cheek.

“I’m so scared you’re never going to want to hold my hand again… and your hand is the only hand I ever want to hold,” [Y/n] says, being as honest as she can now that all of her cards are on the table. She sniffles and looks down at her feet.

“You’re hand was made to fit in mine, you take my breath away with everything you do. I can’t believe it took me all these years to figure out how I truly feel about you. You are everything to me [Y/n], I love you,” Yunho confesses, feeling weight leave his shoulders at knowing you feel the same. It’s exhilarating.

His hand still resting on her soft cheek, Yunho tilts her head upwards towards him, and leans down 80% of the way. He wants to give her the chance to back away if she needs to. Instead, [Y/n] pushes her pillow soft lips into his, and Yunho’s eyes close at the feeling. He had imagined it so many times, and his imagination could never compare to the real thing. Pulling you closer Yunho deepens the kiss between them, a soft moan leaving her lips at the feeling of his hands on her hips. His grip tightens before he backs his head away from yours a bit.

“Please, be mine?” He asks, looking intently into her eyes.

“As if I could be anyone else’s.”

#ateez #yunho #yunho imagine #jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #yunho x reader #ateez x reader #🍯🍋recs #aksnxjnsk the songs fit so perfectly!! and they just elevated the reading experience💋🤌#also Ateez bar hopping and celebrating mc's success🥺#they are such good friends oml😭🤧#Yun saving mc from a creep😌👏👏#the want to go dancing with San and Woo!!👀👏👏

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“Yunho,” your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. “Where are you?” He demanded.' Ajsnsjsnis that was quick, and why does that have me blushing oml🫣🤭 “He doesn’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” mmhm mmhm Yunho is correct😌👏👏 sisnsus he's such a good friend oml🥺 “Permission to touch you…” His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, “to kiss you,” aksnsisnosd that escalated quickly oml🫣👏 ppsshh brain turned to mush, goodness🤭 'prison of modern clothing.' Ahahahha oml thats too funny💀🤣🤣

Jaws

Synopsis: Yunho is prepared to do everything to help you forget. Even if that means doing something you’ve never done before…

Warnings: Soft Dom! Yunho, sensory deprivation (blindfold), bondage (use of Yunho’s tie), dom/sub dynamics, pet names, (princess, darling, etc.), friends to lovers. Lmk if I forgot anything <3

Word Count: 2.4k (yea. Pure filth… heh.)

I'm not here to be the savior you long for.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you angrily type in a familiar number. You had given your boyfriend- your now ex-boyfriend, one too many chances. You hated when Yunho was right, but this time you had nowhere to turn. You were standing outside your apartment in your slippers and pajamas and his jacket, waiting for Yunho to answer the phone. You were trying hard not to cry harder as you heard Yunho’s voice on the phone, “Yes?”

“Yunho,” your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. “Where are you?” He demanded. “Home. Standing outside-”

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, Yunho hung up. You stared at your phone in disbelief. You had no other option but to wait for Yunho to arrive, trying not to shiver. You didn’t want to go back inside, you didn’t want to risk running into your ex, who was still in your apartment. You wrapped your arms around your body, watching the rain begin to dribble as you stood underneath the awning of your apartment building.

After a few moments, headlights flashed down the street, and you see Yunho’s dark car pull up to the curb. Hot tears fill your eyes again as you watch him slide out of the car, holding an umbrella. His eyes fell on you and you could see anger flash in his dark irises. “Y/n.” He groans, rushing to you. You sob as he wraps his arms around you, “Come on. You must be freezing.” He ushered you to his car and helps you inside.

He doesn’t ask you anything as he speeds away, you could see that he was upset. But, you didn’t want to fight anymore, you were tired and wanted nothing more than to be around someone who wanted you. The drive back to his place didn’t take long, but before you got out of the car, Yunho simply sat there staring ahead of him. You slowly look over to him, “Yunho,” you murmur, “Please. I don’t want to hear about it right now… I don’t want to hear how you were right.” You sniffle, causing him to scoff, “Do you want to hear what I want to say?” You shake your head, “No-” You begin to say but he interrupts you, “He’s a piece of shit. I want to break him, limb from limb.” He turns to face you, “I want to make him hurt in ways he could never fathom. So, yes, I was right. It doesn’t make you feel any better.” He put his hand on your knee, “He doesn’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” You turn to look at him. “I just don’t want to feel anything right now.” You whisper.

There was a long pause before Yunho speaks again, “Let me help you.” He opens his door and climbs out, helping you out of your door. He takes your hand and guides you up the stairs of his home and opens the door. You don’t say anything as he guides you through his house. Through his dimly lit hallway to a room at the end. His room.

You turn to face him as he looks down at you, his eyes soft, understanding, waiting. “I need your permission, Y/n.” He murmured. “Permission?” you cock your head to the side slightly, not sure what he meant. “Permission to touch you…” His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, “to kiss you,” his voice was deep, and so soft that you could barely hear it. “To make you forget.” you couldn’t breathe. Yunho’s mouth was so close to yours that you couldn’t think straight. His warm breath skittered across your face, and the smell of toothpaste and his cologne swirled around your body, fogging your mind further.

Sure, you thought your friend Yunho was extremely attractive, who couldn’t think that? You became friends with him nearly 6 months after dating your now ex, meeting through mutual friends. After all, Yunho was part of the reason your relationship fell on the rocks. You gulp, “I need to hear you say it, darling.”

“Say, say what?” You whisper, your voice failing as he steps closer, his body now pressed against yours. “Say, yes.” His lips were so close to yours, if only you had the nerve to move just a fraction of an inch, they could touch. “Yunho,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his lips ghost yours. “Say it, y/n. Say the word and I’ll make you forget the pathetic bastard ever existed.”

“Please,” you plead with him, “I don’t want to think- I don’t want to think about him. Help me forget, please.” His breathing stops for a moment, and he pulls away. You gulp, your mind whirling as he reaches for his door, his free hand latching around your wrist as he tugged you into his room. You follow like a lost puppy, allowing him to guide you to the edge of his bed, pushing you so your legs were against the mattress. You gulp, watching him as he knelt down, pulling your shorts down with him. You feel your cheeks heat up, realizing that you weren’t wearing any undergarments, whatsoever. His hands ghost up your thighs, squeezing as he went, placing soft kisses along your hip. Yunho’s thumb’s hooked around your shirt, pulling it over your head, tossing it with your shorts in a heap.

His eyes were lust-filled, watching your every move like a hawk. He moves to his nightstand, pulling out a silk sleep mask, “Pull your hair back, princess.” he murmurs, his voice rumbling your chest as he comes to stand in front of you again. You do as you’re told, and for whatever reason, you obey without questioning him at all. You pull your hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck. “I’m going to put this over your eyes. Don’t take it off. Don’t touch it. You’ll lose your hands.” He warns, nudging you to sit on the bed. You nod your head, “Verbal confirmations here, now, y/n. Nodding your head does not count. I want to hear your voice.”

“Ok.” You whisper as he offers you a sexy grin, “Good girl.” He slides the mask over your eyes and gently pushes your shoulders back. “Scoot back a little bit, baby doll.” He guides you so that you’re laying in the middle of his soft bed. You feel the bed dip, and he’s now standing somewhere in his room. You hear him moving around the bed, but you’re unsure of what he’s doing. “How I’ve dreamt of this, y/n…” He sucks air through his teeth, groaning as he moves to your feet, using his fingers to dance along the inside of your calf. You gasp, the sensation going straight to your groin. You clamp your legs closed, a strangled whimper escaping your mouth.

As suddenly as his touch came, it was gone again. Your skin was aflame with desire, and you shuddered, “Yunho, please.” You beg, shifting as he moves through his room. “Patience, y/n. You’ll be rewarded soon.” You groan frustratedly as he pauses. The bed dipped, and you could feel him on your left side, “I want to see you squirm first.” Your head moves toward him, and you feel his breath fan across your chest. You gasp, shivering as he pull away, “Yunho,” you move to remove the blindfold but his hands were faster. “What did I say, Y/n?” He says, his voice low. Annoyed slightly. He tsks at you and leaves you alone on the bed. “I suppose I can’t be surprised…” he chuckles, and you hear him walk away. “Where are you going?”

“I thought you would be a good girl,” he begins, his voice further away than before. “It seems that I was wrong. So, now, I need to improvise.” He says, his voice growing louder at the end. “Hands. Now.”

“You can’t be-”

“Don’t.” his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. You moan, his mouth hovering over yours, “Back. Talk.” You feel him gather your hands and the sensation of something cool and smooth wraps around your wrists. “I think this is going to be my new favorite tie.” he chuckles to himself as he restrains your hands above your head. You gulp as he climbs over your legs, pinning your hips with his. He was wearing shorts- or he had undressed to his briefs, you weren’t sure. But you could feel his muscular legs moving against yours as he rolled his hips into yours. You gasp, arching into his chest, his hands running along your sides as he nibbled your neck. “Yunho,” you whimper, pressing your face into his hair. He chuckled, “Yes, princess?” He hums, lapping at your right nipple. “Please- please,” you whine. Yunho moves to the opposite nipple, his tongue trailing across the valley between them. He hummed in reply, his mouth consuming your breast; his teeth scrapped your sensitive bud as he pulled away, “Please, what, y/n? Hmm? What is it that you want?”

“Yu- Yunho, please.”

“Me?” He chuckles, his lips hovering over yours again, “You want me?”

“Yes.” You said, your voice coming out harsh. The desire building in the pit of your stomach was making you desperate. “Oh, well,” he chuckled, tsking at you as if you were a child. “Talking to me like that will get you nowhere.” He rumbles, his chest pressed against yours as his hand dances to your hip, “manners, darling. Use. Your. Manners.” You shudder, “Please.” You whimper, feeling useless against him. “Please, what, Y/n? I’m not a mind reader, love.” He teased, licking a hot stripe up your neck to your chin. You groan, chasing his mouth. He luckily allowed you to catch him, his mouth and yours hungrily meet. His tongue danced around your mouth, prodding your tongue and lapping at it expertly. Your mind was spinning as you were helpless, he was pulling away, “No- no, please.” You whine, grinding your hips into his. “So greedy. My, oh my, someone really needs to teach you some proper manners.” He chuckled.

“Yunho, please. Stop teasing. I can’t take it anymore.” You gasp. He pauses for a moment, his hands dancing to your hips and pinning you down, “Can’t keep up?” You shake your head frantically, as he chuckles. “Guess we’ll have to build that stamina then, huh?” He pecked your cheek, “Is my sweet y/n getting too worked up? Hmm?” You nod, “Yes.” you whimper pathetically. He chuckles, “Oh, pretty angel. What to do?” You groan as he giggles to himself. “Awh, alright. I guess I’ve seen you fidget long enough.” He sighs, lips attaching to yours like a man starved. You feel him move his hand between your faces, “Open up. Spit.” You don’t even think twice as you spit onto his awaiting fingers. You hear him chuckle and listen to the sound of him spitting as well. His hand moves between your bodies and frees his strangled cock from its prison of modern clothing.

He hisses as he drags his hand along his cock, using the leftover spit to run his two digits along your folds. You gasp, bucking your hips toward his fingers. “So wet… Did we even need spit?” He teases, his mouth on yours as his cock prods your entrance. “Fuck,” you gasp, feeling as he teased you, entering slightly and pulling back out. There was a slight pop! making you whine as he hissed. He chuckled darkly, “Tight.”

His lips were back on yours within moments, his hips softly rolling against yours. You both moan, his hands dug into your hips as he stills, bottoming out. You tug at the tie around your hands, “Yuyu.” You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as he leisurely moves his hips, testing to see if you were going to be in pain. “Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, his hips pausing slightly, his face buried into your neck. You can’t speak. You can’t think. The only thing keeping you from going insane was the moans from Yunho and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his hips, making him chuckle, “Fuck.” He hisses, grabbing your throat, “I’m not gonna last like this.” You nod your head, unable to admit that you were about to come undone as well. But, it wasn’t like he couldn’t tell.

Yunho grunts, feeling you orgasm and catching your cries in his mouth. He doesn’t stop as you shake, pushing you through the longest orgasm you had ever experienced, the sensation coming in waves. He moans, squeezing your throat as he pulls away, holding your hips as he picks the pace up suddenly. You cry out, another strong orgasm threatening to rip through you again. Your words are nothing but incoherent whines and moans as his hips met yours, pornographic noises echoing around the room as he grunts. You feel his hand rip the blindfold off, “I want to look in your eyes as I fucking cum.” He growls. You thought you were dreaming. The sight before you was enough to make you sob. Yunho was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his abs flexing as he moved, his biceps taught from holding your hips prisoner, his large hands wrapped and digging into your skin as if he was attempting to melt into you.

He uses one of his hands to interlace with yours, his lips gathering yours as he groans, thrusting one last time into you, hard and deep. You feel a warm sensation spread through your womb and you buck your hips against his.

You both lay there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Panting, he pulls away, looking into your eyes as he undoes the restraint. You didn’t realize how tired your arms were until they went slack above your head. He pulls out of you and flops beside you, staring up at the ceiling. After nearly five minutes of no talking coming from either party, Yunho turns you. “Y/n…” he trails off, causing you to turn just enough to look at him. “Yuyu.” you feebly reach toward his face, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “If I would have known you felt that way, I would have come running.” He chuckles as he kisses you a few more times, pulling away to look at you.

“You definitely came something… Maybe not running… At least not with your legs… Definitely down them.”

#ateez smut #yunho ateez #ateez yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #🍯🍋recs #oml talk about my brain malfunctioning while reading this wooh🤭🫣💛#oml Yunho is a dangerous😳💛#aksnsjnsjdnrje the petnames got me😮‍💨🫠💛#absolutely amazing omg💋🤌

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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'you realized there probably wasn’t a single universe where you didn’t belong to him.' Oof we already starting off strong🤭 having me swoon with the cuteness🥹💛 'because how could it; when the first thing you got to see was him?' Qksnsknslmdjsbs🥺🥹 'his hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy' ajsjsk bedhead Mingi🥹🤭 ‘’But I wanna be with you.’’ ahhhhhhhhh dkdnkswo don't mind me just sobbing from how adorable he is😭💛 ‘’But I’d rather be awake with you than be asleep with you.’’ aksjs my heart🥹😭

counting stars. — song mingi.

pairing. song mingi x gn!reader

synopsis. even though the sun woke you up way too early, you can't bring yourself to complain.

genre/warnings. reader is whipped, they're so in love </3, smut ! mdni . (barely any smut)

word count. 2k

authors note. mingi brainrot. that's all i have to say. mingi. <///3

WITH YOUR FINGERTIPS GHOSTING OVER HIS BARE BACK, counting every birthmark and every scar decorating his skin, you realized there probably wasn’t a single universe where you didn’t belong to him.

The sun had risen only a few moments prior, the morning beams peaking through the curtains and had ultimately disturbed your sleep; your eyes fluttering open, only to close them just as fast as the sun greeted you. It had to be early, you figured, way too early, judging by the way your alarm hadn’t gone off - and the fact that your boyfriend was still sleeping soundly beside you.

Turning your head, you squinted your eyes; your vision slightly blurry from just waking up. But even though your vision was slightly blurry, you could easily make out the shape of your sleeping boyfriend’s figure.

And the sight in front of you suddenly made everything more okay, like the sun waking you up early in the morning hours didn’t bother you, because how could it; when the first thing you got to see was him?

With his back turned towards you, the sheets had ridden down his figure during the night, a result of his constant tossing and turning; exposing his bare back. Careful not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend, you slowly turned so you were laying on your side - your face sinking further into the pillow as you settled in.

The sun hit his skin, the yellow hue almost making it look like he was glowing; which to you, he almost was. You could see his shoulder slightly rising as he breathed, his chest expanding and small puffs of air leaving his lips; the sight causing a small smile to unknowingly form on your lips. A sight you loved oh so dearly.

Letting your gaze travel down his figure, you slowly navigated your arm out from underneath the warmth of the sheets, letting your fingertips gently come into contact with his skin. Blinking, you tried to clear your blurry vision, monitoring his breathing; trying to make sure your touch didn’t wake him up. His shoulders raised once again, indicating that he was, in fact, still asleep; much to your relief.

Your fingertips softly trailed down his skin, tracing every birthmark and indent from the sheets. As your eyes followed your fingers, you found yourself wondering if he was dreaming. Was he having a good dream, you wondered, just like you wondered if he was having a bad dream and if you would have to comfort him when he eventually did wake from his slumber. Not that you would’ve complained if it was the latter - the thought of embracing him and stroking his back, much like you were currently doing, caused a sense of warmth to spread across your chest.

He looked peaceful like this, you thought. He looked so peaceful, with the sun hitting his skin and his back slightly heaving as he breathed. You found comfort in knowing that there was not a single worry on his mind, that whatever there was bringing him down couldn’t reach him, not now, not when he was sleeping.

He had a whole galaxy on his back, you were sure of it, a galaxy you could get lost in for hours; your fingertips ghosting over his skin, and it wasn’t until you reached his waist the boy laying beside you suddenly slightly shifted his body. Stopping your movements, but still letting your hand hover over his skin, you focused on his breathing again - wondering if maybe you woke him up.

‘’It tickles.’’

His voice was barely a whisper, and if you hadn’t been so absorbed in him, you probably would’ve missed the way the words left his lips so softly. But you didn’t, no, you did hear what he said; his soft yet raspy voice tugging at your heartstrings as you found yourself smiling once again.

‘’I’m sorry baby, go back to sleep,’’ You softly mumbled back, placing your palm against his back before gently massaging his skin; hoping he’d go back to sleep, so you could go back to observing him and his peaceful state. And so he did, or at least you thought he did.

Because a few moments passed and you were certain he had gone back to sleep, his breathing back to the calm breaths that had escaped his lips minutes earlier and you found yourself lost in the beauty of his sleeping figure once more. He, however, hadn’t gone back to sleep; something you only realized when he suddenly shifted once more and suddenly, he was laying on his back.

Your smile only widened as your eyes landed on his face, his hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy; making it clear to you that he was still pending between being awake and being asleep. Bringing the hand that had just been resting against his back up to his face, you gently placed your palm on his cheek; letting your thumb softly run past his skin. He let out a low hum in approval, slightly tilting his head so he could lean further into your touch.

‘’It’s too early for you to be awake, Mingi,’’ You mumbled, watching your own hand as you continued to stroke his cheek. With his eyes still shut, he tried his best to throw his arm over your pillow; his body still protesting against waking up just yet, making it hard for him to move properly. ‘’But I wanna be with you.’’

Six words, six words so simple, yet so heartbreaking.

His voice came out mumbled as he managed to bring his arm out of the sheets and place it around your pillow, slightly nodding his head as an invitation for you to move closer so he could wrap his arm around you. You stared at him for a moment, mostly in awe, before shuffling closer to him; a hum of approval leaving his throat as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, resting your head against the side of his body.

‘’You’re with me even when you’re asleep, you know,’’ You lightly chuckled, making sure your voice was low enough not to wake him up properly; tiredness still lingering in your body as well. His fingertips lightly ghosted over your bare shoulder, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you looked up at him with your hand still resting against his cheek.

A small smile formed on his lips and you swore your heart almost stopped beating right there and then, his eyes still shut. ‘’I know,’’ He lowly hummed, pulling you closer to him, ‘’But I’d rather be awake with you than be asleep with you.’’

You probably would’ve called him cheesy if it was under any other circumstance, but not right now. Not when he was laying there, sleep lingering behind his features and his chest slowly heaving up and down; not when he looked so ethereal. Instead, you just smiled, a smile he couldn’t see but you were sure he could sense it; his own smile growing even bigger.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, immediately meeting your own; blinking as he tried clearing his vision, just like you had done moments prior. You just looked at him, your eyes scanning his features as he fought against the temptation to just close his eyes and go back to sleep. But you could tell he didn’t want to, especially when his other hand suddenly found its way to your face; gently cupping your cheek.

You just stared at him, your smile long faded and silence engulfing the room. Using the pad of his thumb, he stroked your cheek just like you had done to him, the contrast of his rough finger and your soft skin causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

‘’You’re so pretty,’’ You whispered, breaking the silence; your hand still resting against this face. His thumb continued to slowly stroke your cheek, another small smile forming on his pink lips before he parted his lips to speak. ‘’And I’m all yours.’’

His words caused warmth to flood your chest once again, slightly nodding your head against his skin. ‘’My Mingi,’’ You mumbled, his smile widening as you continued to stare at him; admiring him. ‘’Your Mingi, only yours.’’

Your Mingi. He’s your Mingi, just like you’re his. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, and almost like he could read your thoughts; he leaned forwards and met you halfway, pressing his lips against your own. You almost let out a sigh into the kiss, his plump lips meeting yours almost making it feel like time stopped and like there was no one else in the world, just you. Just you, and your Mingi.

The kiss was short and sweet, almost bittersweet in a way, before he pulled away; his hand remaining on your cheek as he looked at you, your eyes meeting. It didn’t take long before his lips were back onto yours, this time with much more force and not as sweet as the first one. No, instead his fingers gripped onto your cheek and pulled you even closer to him, using the hand he had thrown around your shoulder to gently squeeze your bare skin.

The hand you had placed on his cheek found its way to the back of his neck, slightly tugging at his nape in an attempt to pull him even closer to you; shifting your body so you could kiss him with ease. A low hum ripped through his chest as he moved his lips against your own, slow and wet noises filling the room, accompanied by need.

Your Mingi. Your Mingi, who runs his tongue past your bottom lip, whose touch makes you feel like you’re on fire; your Mingi, who you love.

Suddenly, you’re seated on top of him with your fingers gently tugging at his hair and his hands placed on your bare hips; his fingernails threatening to dig into your skin at any time. With his lips now leaving wet kisses down your neck, your eyes fluttered shut; you don’t even need to ask, because before you can even utter a single word, he’s already tugging his underwear down his thighs.

‘’I need you, Mingi,’’ You mumbled, his head still buried in the crook of your neck and his lips still leaving wet kisses to decorate your skin. ‘’I know, baby,’’ He mumbled back, his voice still raspy from just waking up and muffled by your skin. ‘’Please,’’ You mumble again and you’re not sure why you’re begging, because you know he needs you just as bad.

Resting your hands against his shoulders and your forehead against his own, you sunk down on his length; his jaw clenching and a small yelp leaving your lips. With his hands still gripping onto your hips, he slowly guided you down his length, capturing your lips in a soft but messy kiss; a small whine leaving the back of your throat as he slowly filled you up.

‘’Mingi,’’ You breathed into the kiss, trying your hardest to kiss him back; suddenly feeling almost afraid that he’d slip away from you if you didn’t. ‘’I love you,’’ He breathed, ‘’I love you so fucking much,’’

Mumbling an incoherent ‘I love you’ back, one that he heard nonetheless, you slowly began moving your hips back and forth; earning a low groan from your boyfriend. Dipping his head back into the crook of your neck, he continued leaving open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones; mumbling praises between every kiss. ‘’So perfect, so perfect for me,’’ he mumbled, ‘’I’ll spend all eternity with you,’’

His words combined with the feeling of feeling so full, so full of him, caused a trail of whines to leave your lips as you continued moving your hips; your fingers still tangled in his hair as you desperately tugged at it. His hands ran up and down your figure, almost like he was just as desperate to feel every part of you as you were to feel every part of him; which he was, you just didn’t quite know it.

The sun was no longer peaking through the blinds and you were sure that your alarm clock was going to go off at any minute, not that you cared. No, between your whines and Mingi’s grunts, combined with the sound of wet kisses and skin on skin; you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything.

Anything other than Mingi, your Mingi.

#ateez smut #mingi smut #song mingi smut #song mingi #mingi x reader #🍯🍋recs #sksnskdnsod this was absolutely super adorable🥺🥹#also encapsulated the moring vibes immaculately!!💋🤌#Mingi in this was insanely precious oml😭💛#had me screaming and kicking my feet🤭💛#man is just a cinnamon roll frfr😭💛#also mc was so in love with him! just so adorable🥹💛💛#aidnsksnskdnke i love this so much🥺🥹💛

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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'After hours and hours of dancing, he melted right into your arms as soon as you had approached him to help take his coat off' sksnksnsjs poor bby🥺😭 'Of course, you couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes.' AKSMSKSMKS I wouldn't be able to say no as well🤭💛 'You slightly chuckled when a frown started to form on his features as he slowly awoke from his slumber.' I honestly would have melted right there, and then🥹 He's so pretty and precious🤭👏 “Well pup, you can certainly try, but you’ll never escape my love grip!” sksnsknsodndod I'd happily stay oml🫡💛 'Releasing yourself from your giant-sized koala' sksnksjs the fluff is so cute🥹

Happy Birthday, Loverboy. - 윤호

Yunho x Female!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: sickly-sweet, diabetes-inducing pet names, Yunho has a terrible day, just heartwarming fluff for yuyu's birthday.

word count: 1.3k

now listening to: Loverboy by A-wall

a/n: happy birthday yunho!

It was late into the morning when you woke up, 11:30 a.m. shining brightly on your nightstand clock.

Having been facing the other side, you slightly positioned yourself in a more comfortable way to be able to look at the sleeping figure beside you on the bed, your boyfriend, as you recalled yesterday’s events.

Yunho had arrived disheveled, completely tired from his long day at work, on the verge of a breakdown. After hours and hours of dancing, he melted right into your arms as soon as you had approached him to help take his coat off, and struggled not to fall asleep right there and then.

So, as promised, you would let him laze around- today at least. The boys had booked him for tomorrow in order to go wild at the karaoke, as you had all agreed to surprise him so you could give him his presents in a proper celebration. (Much to Hongjoong’s dismay, who would have to deal with their respective hangovers and complaints the next day.)

Although today was his birthday and you had all originally planned to celebrate it along his other members, going to the karaoke to drink, sing and have a good time, Yunho had requested to just laze around with you all day after having worked so hard for their next comeback. Of course, you couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes.

You were brought out of your short-lived reverie by Yunho’s stirring next to you. Glancing at his now stilling form, you quietly took a moment to admire his peaceful features.

His sun-kissed skin glowed with a celestial shine and his round cheeks looked to have been sculpted by Leonardo Da Vinci himself. His soft and messy hair framed his face and his plumpy lips formed the cutest pout you had ever seen. Sometimes you wondered if your gold-hearted boyfriend was actually an angel that had decided to walk the earth among the humans.

Without you noticing -since you continued to daydream about Yunho- the sun began to filter more intensely through the curtains, shining directly on his once relaxed eyes. You slightly chuckled when a frown started to form on his features as he slowly awoke from his slumber.

“Morning, Yuyu.”

While you propped your head on the palm of your hand, your elbow sinking into the mattress, his hands flew to his face to try and rub the sleepiness away from his vision. As he slowly and regrettably opened his eyes, a familiar rosy tint took over his face.

Still half awake and letting his palms rest on his forehead, he groaned and muttered. “Nooo… the sun!” At which you breathlessly chuckled. Leaning down you planted a kiss on his pink nose and circling your arms around his neck, you settled in the crevice between his nape and his pillow.

“Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, love… But you promised to let me laze around!” It was actually hilarious how childish he could get on the mornings, especially mornings like these, where both of you were reluctant to leave the bed. Not to mention, he wouldn’t lose the occasion of his birthday to be even more playful and bratty.

“Yunho, it’s already 11 am.” You answered him, nuzzling further into his neck.

“But, honey, you are the one who’s nuzzling into me. Are you sure you yourself want to get up, buttercup?” You could feel the smirk on his face just by his voice and were aware of his lifted mood by the amount of sickly sweet pet names he had used in one sentence. Although glad he was better after yesterday’s fiasco, you too were feeling playful. So, jokingly pouting, you began to hoist yourself up.

“Hmph! That 's it! No more cuddles for you, Mr., I’m making you breakfast, like it or not.”

When you thought you were already free of his tangled limbs around your frame, quickly and skillfully -while he laughed loudly at your petty behavior- his hold on you got stronger. Hooking his legs around your waist and managing to hug you even closer to his chest.

“Well pup, you can certainly try, but you’ll never escape my love grip!”

“Oh, no. Your special move! You can’t do that to me!” As if you were characters in a video game, you struggled to get out of Yunho’s warm embrace, muttering ‘spells’ and ‘moves’ to try and finally leave the comfort of your bed.

After several kisses, tickles and love confessions from both parts, disguised as character abilities, you had managed to tire each other out from laughing too hard and tossing around. Taking advantage of Yunho’s momentary distraction to catch his breath, you lifted the arm he had draped across your torso, and took a run for the kitchen.

“No, Y/N!”

“Ha-ha, try and catch me now!”

At long last getting what you wanted, Yunho rose from the bed and started to chase you down the hallway, easily catching up to you from behind. Engulfing you in a bear hug, he spinned you around in place because of the momentum. “I think I win, pumpkin.” He said as you both giggled.

“I don’t think you did, loverboy. I’ve got you right where I wanted to.” Turning around on his grip with a victorious smirk, you saw the way a lovestruck grin stretched across his lips, paying no mind to your statement about his recent loss.

“What’s with the look?”

“Call me that again.”

“What? Loverboy?” At your question, Yunho’s grin grew even wider and his arms linked further behind your back, rubbing circles on the small of your waist.

“Yeah…”

“Really? It’s the silliest pet name I have ever called you.”

“I don’t care, it's special cause it came from you.” It came from your love for him. And to be honest he felt incredibly depicted by the name. He was a loverboy. Your lovestruck, lovesick, birthday boy, loverboy. He found it endearing, and so did you. A silly pet name as that, reminded him that all the love he had on his heart was meant for you, and all of your love was meant for him.

He gently tugged you closer to him and kissed the crown of your head. Pressing his cheek against it, your boyfriend sighed contempt and you leaned your head on his chest.

Not forgetting about your original mission, you asked him after a few beats of silence. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Forming a homely and heart-warming scenario in his mind of both of you cooking together on a late morning, Yunho answered you. “Can we cook pancakes together?”

Sadly, his daydream was soon terminated by your honest words. “Sorry Yuyu, you are not touching anything from my kitchen after that little stunt you and Mingi pulled off last Christmas.” It was not a pleasant memory you liked to recall, but, long story short, you all were almost forced to flee the apartment because of a growing fire.

Releasing yourself from your giant-sized koala, you walked towards the stove. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. You just take a seat.”

“Yes ma’am!”

After a while of cooking accompanied by Yunho's singing and both of your dancing, the (slightly messy) pancakes were done, and you sat in front of each other, eating quietly.

“So… where’s my present?” Asked Yunho, shattering the comfortable silence that had settled between the both of you.

You couldn’t let him know about tomorrow’s plans, so you nonchalantly answered with a “Me, I’m your present.” At which Yunho loudly started giggling, causing you to fight the smile about to form on your face for the sake of sounding serious enough.

“Really? Then I have no complaints.” He told you, brightly smiling.

You really did love his smile. His laugh, his voice, him. You really loved him. And you really hoped that after all the stress he had been put under, he could take today, his birthday, to finally relax.

“Yunho?”

“Hmmh?” was the sound he let out to let you know he was listening. And as he looked up from his pancakes at your lack of response, he saw the gentle smile that grazed your features.

“Happy birthday, my loverboy.”

#ateez fanfic #ateez #yunho x reader #jeong yunho #yunho x y/n #ateez yunho #yunho ateez #jeong yunho ateez #🍯🍋recs #akndksnsj the sweetest birthday fic🥺🥹💛#truly tooth roting fluff🤭💛#the petnames were so adorable as well😭💛💛#fluff was fluffing!!👏👏👏#also what did Mingi and Yun do to set the kitchen on fire oml😭💀🤣#I too would not let them step foot in there🤣🤣

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honey-lemon-goose · 1 year

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“Babe- fuck- shit, it’s not what it looks like!” My question is then wtf is it if not cheating!? Like idk why ppl use that damn line💀🤣 makes them look even more stupid🤣 “There’s nothing to explain.” You said harshly while trying your best to hide your very visible tears.' Ah should've decked him right in his face there🫡👏 'his free hand grabbed your jaw forcing your face up to make eye contact with him.' Akdnjsmwks uh yeah face looking so very punchable OML😤 “Get your fucking hands off of her.” HELL YEAH HWA!!🤭👏 'boyfriend’s head hit the wall and then another as his body hit the floor.' Akwnwjwjw deserved😗👏 “Fuck!” He screamed, “I think you broke my fucking nose!” and thays what I call karma and also satisfying😌💋🤌 'you were sitting in the car of the man- your friend- who just broke his nose' broke his nose for good reason😗👏 'you were embarrassed that you never saw through that manipulation.' Them rose colored glasses really are evil😒 'His gaze softened the minute you met his eyes' Hwa is so sweet oml🤧🥹 'Oh fuck, you realized. You had left the towel and clothes Seonghwa laid out for you in his room.' Oh nooOo🤭😗 'You followed his eyes as they made their way up your body, noting the choice in outfit before settling upon your own.' Qksnkssnk🫣😵‍💫 “You’re my best friend and it’s my job to protect you." Ignore me hahaha I'm just bawling my eyes out😭 'You moved slightly to cuddle into him deeper and could suddenly feel his heart raging in his chest under your touch.' Aksnsksj this scene is so endearing and fluffy I'm screaming into my pillow oml😭💛 AWKSNSJ THEY ARE JUST SO ADORABLE🥹 'It was him that closed the final distance between you two' AHHHH SHSBJSBSJSB🫣💛 “I’ve loved you for a very long-time y/n.” Aksnsjsnjs the fluff is killing me oml🥹💛

you're kinda perfect | seonghwa x reader

pairing: seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut with plot

wc: 7.2k + 1.1k completely self serving epilogue

synopsis: your best friend seonghwa is the one who finds you mid fight with your boyfriend after you found him cheating. the only place you can think to go after is his house.

warnings/content: adult dialogue, drinking, intoxicated then sober reader, violence (grabbing the reader, hitting not directed at the reader), best friends to lovers, sexual content: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), use of baby girl and baby as pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it up ppl), creampie, very very soft dom Seonghwa let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: repost from my old blog I deleted <3 that one is gone so feel free to interact with this post too!

“You absolute piece of shit.” The words coming out of your mouth were a hate filled whisper as you beheld the scene in front of you. Standing in the too brightly lit for your intoxicated eyes room was your boyfriend- soon to be ex- with his cock halfway down some girl’s throat.

“Babe- fuck- shit, it’s not what it looks like!” Your boyfriend yelled after you as he shoved the confused girl off him and frantically tried to zip up while you stormed away.

Tears burned your eyes that you’d normally try to hold in, but due to your current level of intoxication they flowed freely down your cheeks. You wiped them away roughly while continuing down the hall to the stairs that led to the main level of the house.

You’d been planning this party for weeks after you and your friends realized the schedules finally matched up perfectly and you all had the night off. Still, you had to practically beg Hongjoong to abandon his studio for one evening, but he agreed with the persuasion from you and the other members. You had no idea who invited the random people that were now flowing through your boyfriend’s house, one currently on the floor of his bathroom very confused, but you thought it was a fun turn of events until exactly now.

Now you were hesitating at the top of the stairs as you couldn’t get the tears to stop rolling down your face for long enough to walk through the party, and all of your friends, that waited below.

“Y/n can you just let me explain, please.” A hand was on your arm in an instant and you were being yanked to face your boyfriend, face still flushed, and belt undone from what you walked in on.

“There’s nothing to explain.” You said harshly while trying your best to hide your very visible tears. This wasn’t exactly the first time he had made you cry, not even the first time this week. However, the usual tears of sadness or frustration were now mixed with anger that was on a steady incline.

All your friends hated your boyfriend, but you constantly told them that they never saw the real him. He could be loving and sincere and passionate, but he also had a horrible temper, always had to be right, and was so secretive despite the entire year you had been together. Well, you supposed now you knew why, and it was the I told you so’s waiting at the bottom of those stairs that had you hesitating in the first place.

“Would you just listen to me- “His voice began to raise as you continued to stare at the ground, “Fucking look at me y/n!” Suddenly, his free hand grabbed your jaw forcing your face up to make eye contact with him.

You immediately flinched away at the painful touch, but his grip on your arm and face was enough that you couldn’t immediately break free. He was definitely drunk.

“Now, you’re going to fucking listen to me.” He said through clenched teeth, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath this close to your face. “You don’t understand she- “

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” You jumped slightly at the sudden voice from behind you, having not heard who it was come up the stairs at all. Each word was enunciated clearly and although you’d never heard such pure hatred from him, you immediately recognized who it was and felt your face turn deep red.

The sudden interruption startled your boyfriend enough for him to drop your face from his grasp, and your guess was confirmed when you made eye contact with your close friend Seonghwa standing at the top of the stairs. At least you thought it was him, his face was nearly unrecognizable with the pure unfiltered rage painted across it.

“Seonghwa- “You started about to tell him you were okay and could handle it. For some reason you were more concerned with him seeing you like this than the situation at hand. He was your friend, and he’d seen you more than once after a bad fight with your ex, but he’d never witnessed one. Never knew that the fights you described as ‘not that big of a deal’ were parallels to this. You could still feel your cheeks burning as you tried to form some kind of sentence that would get him to let you deal with this alone.

“Or what?” Your boyfriend interrupted before you could get your words out, “Why don’t you mind your own fucking- “

You weren’t entirely sure how he moved so close without you realizing, but suddenly the pressure on your arm was gone and you heard a thud as your boyfriend’s head hit the wall and then another as his body hit the floor. Seonghwa’s touch was feather light as he placed an arm on your shoulder and ushered you down the stairs quickly while your boyfriend continued to shout after you.

“Fuck!” He screamed, “I think you broke my fucking nose!” You could hardly hear his final words as you were whisked away, Seonghwa still just barely touching you enough to keep you grounded as he guided you straight through the bodies on the main level and out the front door.

“Wait, was that Seonghwa and y/n?” You heard from a familiar voice as you two rushed by, but you were already on front steps of the house when you tried too glace over at who it was. Seonghwa stopped then and gently pushed a piece of solid plastic into your hand.

“My car is right across the street; give me a minute and I’ll be back to take you wherever you need to go- or you can just take it if you don’t feel comfortable with that.” Your mind was still trying to catch up to your feet as you blinked up at Seonghwa trying to register his words. “Sorry I couldn’t warm it up for you.” You felt a heaviness across your shoulders as he took off his jacket and placed it across them before turning and going back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Your body began to move on autopilot as you registered the sharp chill in the winter air, and you walked yourself to his car. On instinct you got in the passenger’s side and only once you put the key in the ignition and the heat kicked on did you finally registered everything that just happened.

Your boyfriend cheated on you, you had walked in on it, and now you were sitting in the car of the man- your friend- who just broke his nose and offered you to take his car if you needed to without a second thought.

Surprisingly, the tears had already dried up and been replaced with anger and some sort of humiliation. You let out a loud breath and buried your head in your hands trying to gather your thoughts.

If you were being honest with yourself, you always suspected your boyfriend was not entirely faithful. When you confronted him in the past it had ended with you somehow being the one to apologize in tears. Back then he had yelled at you, asking how you could say you loved him but not trust him. It was the blind trust you gave him after that which landed you in this exact situation. Yeah, you were angry, so fucking angry, but also you were embarrassed that you never saw through that manipulation.

You were about two seconds from going back through that door to break another bone in his body, but when you looked out the window you saw Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yunho having a conversation outside and gesturing to the car you currently waited in. You ducked down on instinct before realizing it was 1. completely dark outside, and 2. the tint on these windows wouldn’t let them see in anyways.

Fuuuck. Everyone must know what happened now. This was just perfect. You buried your head in your hands for the second time and sighed deeply, still trying to fight the dizziness from the drinks on top of all this.

A light knock on the car window peaked your attention and you looked up to see Seonghwa standing there before rolling it down a bit for him.

“Okay if I join you in there?” He asked cautiously, his breath visible in the winter air. It was funny that he was asking permission to be let into his own car, but you just nodded in response, rolling up the window and unlocking the doors as he jogged around to the driver’s side and got in.

The cold air blew in just for a moment before Seonghwa closed the door and rubbed his hands together to warm them. It was just then that you remembered the jacket draped across your shoulders, the faint smell of vanilla and bourbon surrounding you. The air hung heavy as you weren’t sure what to say, what the hell is a person supposed to say in a situation like this? Thank you?

“So,” Seonghwa spoke softly breaking the silence before you attempted to, “Where to?”

Well, wasn’t that the million-dollar question. Your first instinct was home, but it only took a second for you to veto that decision thinking about your boyfriend’s stuff thrown about everywhere from the previous night he stayed over. That really only left one option this late into the night.

“Um, can you just take me to your place?” You asked meeting his gaze for the first time. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and his hair swept every which way probably from the wind, the party, and whatever else happened for the five minutes he left you alone.

His gaze softened the minute you met his eyes and finished your question before he replied, “Of course.”

The car was nearly silent aside from the faint music playing on the radio as he drove you through the city streets the short distance to his house. All of their house. You’d been their countless times before, and maybe it should’ve been the first red flag that your boyfriend never really cared how much time you spent at the household of eight other men, but everything was making more sense in hindsight.

You silently hoped the other members took their time before coming back home as you stared out the window. There’s no doubt they would all do their best to raise your spirits, but you might actually hurt Wooyoung if he said anything that even sounded like the words, “I told you so.”

Besides, out of the eight of them it was close, but Seonghwa was definitely who you were the best friends with. You spoke to him almost daily, and it was usually him who was the first to invite you over or along with the other guys on a night out. The few times you had stayed the night it was also Seonghwa’s bed who you opted to sleep in, not only because it was the cleanest and because he always offered to sleep on the couch, but because you were just simply the most comfortable with him.

The short drive came to an end in front of the house and Seonghwa quickly turned the car off to go around and open your door for you. It almost made you laugh as you glanced at his already bruising knuckles that he still made sure you didn’t open your own door.

You followed him up the familiar steps to the door and were greeted with darkness and silence when you stepped into the entry way. The faintest smile place on your lips as you acknowledged he must’ve been the last one out of the house for all the lights and electronics to be turned off.

The space by the front door was tight as he shut the door behind the two of you quickly to not let too much of the cold in. Silence hung in the air for a second as neither of you moved or spoke, not too sure what the most appropriate response to the past half hour would be.

The sadness had gone while you were still in the car, and now being removed from the situation in the gentle calm of their dark house, the anger was fading with it. The lingering feeling of hurt was what made you take the half step forward and close the distance between the two of you.

After just a moment’s hesitation, Seonghwa’s arms followed what your own did and wrapped around you tightly, pulling you in to his chest. A soft hum escaped your lips at the warmth and the smell of him. He was the definition of comfort, even after the violence you witnessed, there wasn’t anywhere you’d feel safer at this level of vulnerability.

“What do you think you need right now y/n?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, “Anything at all and I’ll do it.”

Anything. He was willing to do anything for you right now.

“Honestly?” You started, breaking the hug slightly and looking up at him, “I think I just really want a shower.” And you did. You needed to remove any physical trace of this night from you and be done with it.

“Of course,” He smiled softly at you, “Just a sec.” With that he fully let go and walked down the hall to the door you knew was his. It was just moments before you heard the water running presumably heating up for you.

You followed the sound and light down the hall and stood in the doorway as Seonghwa laid down a small pile of clothes and towels for you on his bed. He looked up, seeming slightly flustered and said, “Sorry, I grabbed some clothes you might want to change in to… If you want, I can take any of the members clothes too, if those would be more comfortable?”

You offered him a slightly sleepy smile as the exhaustion from the evening wore down on you coupled with the humidity from the heating shower. “Yours are great Hwa, thank you.”

He smiled slightly and looked down before responding, “I’ll let you get to it then, just call for me if you need anything.”

A warm kind of sleepiness waved over you as you climbed into the hot shower, stinging slightly before your skin adjusted. You let the water wash over you for you don’t know how long before you explored the fancy soaps Seonghwa seemed to have a lot of and washed the evening off your body.

You frowned, noticing the slight bruise forming on your arm. Aggression wasn’t exactly a surprise from your ex-partner, but he’d never left a mark before. Your heart clenched slightly, a mix of emotions you didn’t fully understand flooding through you before you let out a long breath and physically shook the thoughts out of your head. It was definitely a bad idea to table these feelings for a later date, but you were allowed a few bad ideas after everything tonight.

You felt the water slowly beginning to go cold, bringing you out of your thoughts as you moved to turn the water off and step on to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

Oh fuck, you realized. You had left the towel and clothes Seonghwa laid out for you in his room. It wasn’t exactly a long distance between his bed and the door to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if he had left the room after you had.

“Hey, Seonghwa?” You asked raising your voice slightly.

“Yeah?” He answered back voice also slightly raised, but definitely still in the room. Thank God I didn’t just try to get it myself.

“Could you, uh, hand me the towel and clothes? I forgot to bring them in with me.” You responded.

There was silence for a moment before he said back, “Of course. Um do you just want me to set them outside the door and leave?”

“That’s okay,” you said opening the door just a bit to be able to grab them from him without him seeing your whole body. Puddles were beginning to form on the floor as he slowly complied and took a step toward the door, avoiding eye contact as he handed you the clothes.

“Thanks Hwa.” You said as you grabbed them from him and gently closed the door. He seemed to have given you oversized clothes on purpose for comfort, and as you put the shirt on you realized it could practically be a nightgown and opted just for that in the warmth of the house.

Steam escaped from the bathroom as you opened the door to find Seonghwa’s room now empty. The door was still open to the hall however, and you dried your hair as you walked down it. In the kitchen you found Seonghwa making tea in the dim light, him looking up as soon as you entered the threshold.

You followed his eyes as they made their way up your body, noting the choice in outfit before settling upon your own. “Oh, uh, I figured you’d be pretty tired, so I was just making some tea.” He said realizing the moment of silence and gesturing to the cup in his hand. The was a heartbeat more of silence before he started again, “This is definitely a stupid question, but are you okay?” His eyes met yours, brows slightly knit together in concern.

“Honestly?” You spoke softly, “Right now I feel more embarrassed than anything.”

His mouth moved as he searched for the words to tell you there was no reason to feel that way, but you cut him off before he could form a full sentence, “I know. I know I shouldn’t be. Just- the more I think about it, the more stupid I feel for never fully realizing it. Yeah, it still hurt, and if I keep thinking about it I get stupidly angry, but I’m not upset- not sad. Just embarrassed.”

Seonghwa just stared at you for a moment as you fought the urge to look away from him. The concern still showed across his face along with a slight sadness. He set down the tea he’d been unconsciously holding this whole time and took the few steps to cross the kitchen to you. Although you had initiated the hug before, his arms were still slightly hesitant as they wrapped around you, pulling you in tight. You immediately leaned into the embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“If you feel embarrassed then I should too” He spoke softly stroking a hand down your drying hair. You went to look up at him in confusion, but he pulled you in tighter as he continued, “You’re my best friend and it’s my job to protect you. No one thought he was capable of this, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize he was before he hurt you.” The last of his words were nearly a whisper, but they hit you hard.

If you had any tears left to cry you were sure they’d be pricking at your eyes right now. You didn’t know if you’d ever felt this kind of love from a person before in your entire life.

“Ya know,” You spoke quietly into his chest, “You’re kinda perfect Hwa.”

It wasn’t a lie. Sure, all of your other friends would be there for you if you asked right now, and they could probably cheer you up within the night, but no one could be there like Seonghwa was.

You gave him a final squeeze before pulling away from the hug, your arms still on his but now able to see his whole face. His cheeks had turned a slight shade of pink as he looked down at you, eyes shifting between your own and somewhere lower on your face.

“You should lay down,” He said suddenly taking in a breath and pulling away from you to the abandoned tea on the counter, “I’ll clean up real quick and come say goodnight.”

You nodded slowly, already feeling chilly from the absence of his heat, before turning to walk down the hall again to his room. You were sure the alcohol was all but out of your system at this point, but the interaction still somehow left you feeling light headed. Laying down was definitely the best idea, even if you were now the most awake you had been all night.

Once you reached the room you immediately climbed into bed, the room lit only by the lamp on his bedside. You sunk into the soft warm mattress and your heartrate immediately slowed as the tension in your body eased. Cuddling in to the blankets, you took in a deep breath and were welcomed by that familiar scent. Vanilla and bourbon. Seonghwa.

As if your thoughts summoned him, the sound of your friend setting the cup of tea on the bedside table made you open your eyes.

“Try to drink it before you fall asleep,” He smiled softly down at you, “Don’t want a hangover on top of all this."

You breathed out a small laugh and you nodded, taking a sip of the warm sweet liquid before setting it back down and laying back again. The soft smile hadn’t left his face as he watched you. His eyes were on your face, but you could tell he was zoning out slightly from the glaze over them you often saw when he was deep in thought.

“Would you…” You spoke up softly, “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

You felt a sudden flutter in your chest as you waited for his reply. The words had left your mouth before you had thought them entirely through, and you were growing anxious of his answer with every heartbeat of silence.

Before you could laugh and play it off like you were just joking, he made soft eye contact with you and simply nodded. You watched him reach for the lamp before turning the light off and going around the bed to lay gently beside you. As you felt the mattress sink down you turned to face him in the darkness. For some reason, the flutter had turned in to a now pounding in your chest.

Despite agreeing to your request, you could still sense his hesitation as he was barely brushing against you. Slowly, you moved closer to him, giving him the opportunity to speak up if this wasn’t comfortable. But no such protests came as you laid your head on his chest and slid your arm around his waist, not being able to completely ignore the warm hardness you felt underneath.

He let out a soft hum while wrapping his arms around you as well, his hand finding its way to your hair before he began stroking it softly.

How could a single person be so soothing? You couldn’t help it when a sigh of pure comfort escaped your lips against him. The scent of him was so pleasant it was making you dizzy. Had he always smelled this good? Had he always felt this good? You moved slightly to cuddle into him deeper and could suddenly feel his heart raging in his chest under your touch.

You took in a sharp breath as a chill went through your body. It was just a heartbeat later that you realized what else you could feel in this new position. Your leg had wrapped around his lower half, and amongst the softness of his sweatpants and blankets you could feel something hard pressing against your thigh.

Maybe it was to distract yourself from this horrible day, or maybe it was to give in to something you were slowly realizing you’d been ignoring for a while, but you held your breath as you let your hips roll slightly against his, the throbbing in your core becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Seonghwa let out a hardly even audible moan that he had clearly tried to hold in. The result was something that came out almost as a whimper. You let out the breath you had been holding at that sound and couldn’t help but roll of your hips slowly against him again.

This was definitely a horrible idea. You had experienced so many emotions in the past few hours that you weren’t thinking straight, that had to be it. This was your best friend, and you could ruin yet another relationship tonight if you go through with this.

It was the slight breathy moan and jerk of his hips he let out in response to your actions that changed your mind in an instant. This was Seonghwa. Yes, he was your best friend. He was there for you through your entire shitty relationship, always taking your side, always cheering you up, always happy for you and never overstepping his boundaries. Did it make you so horrible, after everything that had happened tonight, to wish that he would’ve overstepped by now? That he would’ve given in to stares you had caught him in without him noticing time and time again? That he would’ve stayed those nights before when he left you to sleep in his bed alone?

Before you could fully decide an answer to that question, you let your hand toy with the hem of his shirt, shaking slightly as you slid it underneath and up his toned abdomen. Your touch was feather light and he shuddered just slightly at the movement. His shirt had ridden up around his waist as you made your way to his chest and felt that intense pounding under his soft flesh.

The room was silent aside from his deep breathing as you moved your head to look up at him. Only the slightest bit of light pouring in from the night streets lit the room and it took your eyes a moment to adjust before seeing the full picture of Seonghwa before you. His round eyes stared intensely at you, lips slightly parted with heavy breaths escaping them, and a flush across his cheeks as you thought you’d never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life.

That was the last thought to cross your mind before you let your body take over and finally moved to meet the lips you always found yourself unconsciously staring at during any odd conversation.

There was a half second of hesitation on your end as your eyes shifted between his and his mouth. It was him that closed the final distance between you two, a hand now on your face as he pulled you in to a deep and soft kiss. The dizziness from before immediately returned as you allowed yourself to melt completely into him. His lips were just as soft as they looked.

He moved carefully, his body now pressed against yours, legs intertwined. It was his hips this time that he rolled slowly against your own. A soft whimper escaped your lips as the movement, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

You tried to continue desperately, but he backed away just slightly enough to make you open your eyes in confusion. Looking up at him anxiously, his eyes filled with intensity and desire scanned your whole face before he spoke “Are you sure y/n? We don’t have to do this.”

You heart clenched at his words. You’d done too good of a job at suppressing the feelings you now allowed to rise to the surface. “I’m sure, Hwa.” You leaned in to give him another soft kiss, “I think I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

His eyebrows knit together slightly at your words as he bit his lip. It was a look of pure want. Pure desperation and desire. In a second his lips were crashing back on yours with a new intensity you matched quickly.

His tongue was swiping across your bottom lip asking for entry as he moved his hands down your body and rolled you on to his lap, you now straddling him on the bed. Your lips parted slightly as a moan escaped them, now fully feeling his hard length pressed against your already aching core. He took this as permission and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as you did the same, now steadily grinding your hips down on his.

He groaned into the kiss as you feverishly began moving away, kissing his cheek, down his jaw line and to throat. His hands immediately shot to your hips as he was now grinding up into you while letting out restrained breathy moans.

“Oh my god y/n…” He breathed out closing his eyes tightly as you sucked on him just slightly, “You have no idea how long…ah!” he sucked in a sharp breath as you bit down where you’d been sucking, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at his words and suddenly the friction from this was not enough. You were going to go absolutely crazy if you didn’t feel him inside you.

“Yeah?” You purred slightly against his neck and raised your lip to his ear, “How long Hwa?” You whispered almost begging the answer out of him and looking over to make eye contact.

Your hair hung down between the two of you, and his hands moved from their position on your hips to brush it back so he could look you in the eyes as he responded, “Since the first day I saw you.” His tone had turned soft, “Before I knew about him, before I really knew you, I saw you and thought that is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. It was an unfortunate development that you were just as beautiful on the inside.” He smiled finishing his sentence.

A rush of pure bliss ran through you as the words left his lips and sunk in. You knew he wanted you, could see the pleading in his eyes and tension in his touch, but those words were the final nail in the coffin. You leaned in and let your lips lay on his, hoping he could feel the passion and love behind them before whimpering against them, “Please, please make love to me Seonghwa.”

Something broke in him at the words he’d only dreamt of pouring from your lips as a deep sound escaped his throat. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not flip you over and take you right then. Instead, he gently guided you off him and climbed on top before brushing your hair from your face, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and replying, “I will baby girl. After this.”

With that, he moved himself down your body slowly, dragging his hands along every contour and curve before he settled with his head between your thighs, those big round eyes shifting slightly darker, hungry. You moved your hand down and let it rest on the side of his face, him moving to meet your touch and kissing your palm softly.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful Hwa.” You let out in a breath, the desperation in your voice extremely evident. He moved his arms under the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and squeezed softly, exploring your soft and warm flesh. His face moved from your touch on to one of your bare thighs, just inches away from the core you now felt was absolutely soaked.

“I’m never letting you take this shirt off ever again.” He breathed out in between open mouth kisses up your thighs, keeping his eyes on you. His hands kneaded softly into your hips as he found the hem of your underwear and slipped them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. His face was now at eye level with your needy cunt, and it took everything in you not to buck your hips as his hot breath.

“Plea-“ Before you could even finish the word Seonghwa was licking a fat stripe up your folds, then settling his tongue on your clit and sucking gently. A gasp escaped you at the sudden stimulation and your hand shot to his hair, pulling him in deeper into you.

A groan from him vibrated your aching clit, and the room was soon filled with your nonstop noises of pleasure. His tongue moved in just the right ways as he sucked and flicked it against your bud. You and the other members always teased him for the way he used his tongue on stage, but as it turns out it wasn’t all just for show.

“Fuck- Hwa.” You groaned out receiving a hum of pleasure from his against your core from hearing the sound of his name on your lips.

Suddenly, one of the arms he had wrapped around your thighs released its grip before you felt one of his long fingers curling inside you in rhythm with the way you were now grinding against his face. You cried out, whimpers mixing with panting breaths.

It was barely a minute before he was adding a second inside you, curling them up with every thrust to hit your most sensitive spot every single time. Your head had been thrown back in pleasure this whole time, but you now looked down to see he hadn’t taken his eyes off you for a moment. Studying your face through narrowed eyes making sure these were all cries of pleasure and not pain.

Your cheeks burned slightly at the vulnerability of the moment, but more than anything his lust filled gaze caused that familiar tightness to build up in your core.

“Hwa-“ You breathed out continuing to grind down on his fingers, “I’m gonna-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as a gasp escaped your lips with the entering of a third finger now inside you.

Despite your grip on his hair, Seonghwa raised his head, lips swollen and red, his face glistening in your wetness, “I know baby,” He panted slightly as he caught his breath, “Cum on my fingers, cum on my face, just like that.” His lips returned to your sensitive nub just as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, clenching hard on his still pumping fingers, hips rising off the bed as you rode out your orgasm against him.

Seonghwa mirrored your pace, and it wasn’t until you were still and panting that he removed his fingers and used his tongue to gently taste your orgasm, careful not to overstimulate you.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby.” He said, head rising from legs to give you a gentle kiss on the lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

You were still panting slightly as your hand tangled in his hair again, pulling him deeply in to a kiss he only meant to be sweet. You’d never felt this type of insatiability with anyone before. It’s like you were intoxicated all over again just by him. Even though you were still throbbing from your first orgasm, you were already reaching down to feel him through his sweatpants, him moaning into the kiss sharply at the sensation.

Your hand moved roughly against him, his hips meeting your touch to create more pressure as he let out soft moans still into your mouth. “Y/n-“ he panted out, “It’s okay, I don’t need-“ His words were cut short by his own moaning as your hand moved up and then down again to slide past the waistband of his pants and boxers, fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock.

You immediately began stroking up and down quickly, the sounds he made motivating you even more as his head fell against your chest and he gave in to your touch completely. Normally, you’d be taking your time right now, teasing and stroking and kissing him. But it was almost as if having one orgasm made your need for him worse, the need to feel what this thing could do when his hands had already accomplished better than you’d ever had.

You pulled his cock fully out of his pants, and he helped you slide them down while you tugged his shirt off, the blanket falling off you two as well. Seonghwa’s shirt still remained on your body, but he was now hovering over you completely naked, your hand still pumping his cock as you looked down to see the length you’d been stroking.

Holy fuck. You nearly let out a moan as you took in the sheer size of him. Seonghwa’s dick was absolutely huge. Huge to the point that you were now wondering how it was going to fit inside of you, and you were audibly whimpering at the thought.

“What is it baby girl? What do you want?” He asked softly caressing your face as you stroked him desperately, eyebrows knit together in a silent plea. It was insane that he was the one being touched, not you, and yet your composure was worse than his. Still, he was letting out soft moans and curses each time you tightened your grip on him.

“Please Hwa-“ You panted, “I need you inside of me.” The words came out as a whimper again and you saw Seonghwa’s eyes half roll back at your words. He took in a deep breath trying to stay calm as he moved your hand from his cock and moved maybe a little too eagerly to position himself in line with your orgasm soaked core.

Slowly, you felt him against your wetness, rubbing up and down twice before pushing inside you inch by inch. The moans you both let out were practically pornographic as his cock bottomed out inside you and you tried to adjust to his huge member. You could see the slight pain in his face as he held himself back from moving before you were ready.

There was a slight darkness behind his eyes from the moment he had kissed you for the first time, and you fully realized it was a conscious effort for him to be gentle with you right now. The thought, along with the adjustment time you’d already taken, led to you moving your hips slightly in to his, letting him know you were ready.

His eyes were watching every inch of your face as he pulled out slowly before rolling his hips back in at the same pace, falling in to a slow and steady rhythm. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure racking through your body as he continued to fill every inch of you, and your hands squeezed his strong arms as he steadily quickened his pace.

“Good baby,” He purred to you, “You feel so good. You’re taking me so well baby girl.”

You wanted to say words, wanted to let him know that you could stay right here in this moment for the rest of your life if given the choice, but his words and gaze mixed with his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust had you letting out a slew of curse words before repeating his name over and over again not able to form a full thought.

“Shhh, I know baby, I know.” He said caressing the side of your face while speeding up his pace again, now thrusting into you deep and hard causing your moans to go almost silent. You’d always heard of people being fucked out, but this is the first time you’d ever experienced something close to it yourself. All you knew right now was Seonghwa’s cock pounding deep inside of you, shaping your cunt to him, you weren’t sure if you could even recall your own name if he asked.

Wetness pricked at your eyes from sheer pleasure now and you couldn’t hold back as you moaned out, “Fuuuuck.” That tightness was beginning to build in your core again as words continued to pour from your mouth, “Please- cum inside me Hwa, please.” Your words were broken up by breaths and whimpers and moans, but you needed him right now. You needed him to make you his.

A near growl escaped his lips and almost sent you tumbling over the edge as he was now pounding into you fast and hard. He was panting, face flushed, and eyebrows knit together as he reached his hand down and rubbed fast circles in your clit, causing you to arch your back and cry out in response. “Cum with me baby girl.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck- Seonghwa!“ You cried out his name as you gave in and let your orgasm began to shatter through you. You grip on him tightened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you and you let yourself breath out “I love you.”

That was the final thing to take him right over the edge with you. His lips crashed against yours as you both let out stifled moans, riding out your orgasms fully against each other. The hot ropes of cum that painted your walls were slowly leaking out of you as your thrusts against each other began to slow. It was only when you both fully stopped, exhaustion finally coming back over you, that he broke the kiss and panted, head resting on your chest with your hand in his hair.

There was a minute without words as you both caught your breath, but when the room began to fall silent, he spoke up first. His head rose from its spot and his dark eyes shined at you as he smiled lazily and said, “I’ve loved you for a very long-time y/n.”

You felt your cheeks heat despite everything that had just happened this was the think to make you the most shy. The smile that spread across your lips was wide as you stroked the side of his face gently and responded, “Thanks for waiting for me Hwa.”

“Sorry I didn’t make you fall for me sooner.” He responded, smiling at the words and slight amusement shining in his eyes. You let out a laugh and gently shoved him for the cheesy line.

“Shit, fuck- ow! Why is it so goddamn dark in here?”

“Would you shut the fuck up? She’s probably sleeping!”

The familiar voices of Mingi and Wooyoung drifted down the hall from the front room as both you and Seonghwa jumped slightly before letting out a soft laugh.

“We should definitely get you cleaned up before one of them busts down that door to come check on you.” Seonghwa said sitting up and pulling his sweatpants back on, smile still plastered across his face.

“Or you could lock the door and we could go for round two.” You spoke out half teasing, you weren’t sure if your body could even handle that right now.

“Oh, I’m going to have my hands full with you huh?” Seonghwa half whispered leaning down so his face was just inches from yours.

You leaned in and kissed him deeply before moving yourself to get off the bed and make your way to the bathroom, “Oh please,” You smiled, “Don’t act like you already didn’t before.”

Tiny completely self-serving epilogue because I want to write more of the other members:

Seonghwa couldn’t keep the stupid smile off his face as he watched you saunter in to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. He had to restrain himself from following you through it and taking you again in the shower, and instead threw his shirt back on and drank the rest of the now cold tea, trying anything to clear his mind before greeting the men he knew were anxiously waiting in the other room.

This was nowhere near how he thought his night would go. In fact, he almost bailed on the party earlier in the night not wanting to see your douchebag of an ex drunk with his hands all over you. Despite everything that just occurred, he still felt a wave of hot rage come over him remembering the earlier events of the evening. It was Jongho, if he remembered correctly, that had to hold him back from breaking more bones in your ex’s body when he reentered that house alone.

Seonghwa stood up and shook the thoughts out of his head, grounding himself back in the current moment as he heard the faucet in the bathroom and you brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you kept over at his place. The smile crept back up on his face at that and he moved to leave the room and walk down the hall to where the member waited.

Just about every light was on in the house now, and he could tell the seven other men were trying, and failing, at their best efforts to keep quiet. He now stood in the doorway, all seven of them sprawled out on the couches, some appearing much more sober than others.

As soon as they noticed Seonghwa they quieted down and San spoke up first, “How is she?” he asked, an already half asleep Wooyoung resting his head in his lap.

“She’s-“ He began to speak but was immediately cut off.

“Holy shit.” Mingi half chuckled out likely noticing Seonghwa’s still flushed face and sweaty hair. He seemed to be one of the more intoxicated members. “Did you guys’ fuck?” He asked in a loud whisper, tone showing absolute disbelief.

“Would you keep it the fuck down?” Yunho half yelled half whispered to Mingi before realizing what he had said, studying Seonghwa for a moment, and adding, “Wait... did you?”

Pure shock shown on all of the men’s faces and even Wooyoung perked up at the question. Seonghwa couldn’t help it as he felt his ears begin to burn a deep red and forced out with a smile on his lips, “It’s none of your guy’s business.”

His response received a scoff from a few of the members still in disbelief. The last thing they had seen was Seonghwa dragging you through the party before coming back, having to be pulled back from literally murdering your ex, and then explaining the situation to the members before leaving. He’d asked them to stay out for a while so you weren’t overwhelmed with all of them at once and they happily agreed to giving you whatever space you might need. This was the last thing any of them expected to come home to.

“Holy shit Seonghwa.” Hongjoong laughed out, shaking his head in disbelief. Seonghwa’s cheeks were now matching the shade of his ears.

“I mean it was about time.” Wooyoung slightly slurred out earning his a slight slap from San, “What?! We were all thinking it!” He finished looking around the room.

“Y/n and Seonghwaaaaa! How cuuute!” Okay, so it was definitely Yeosang who was the drunkest tonight.

“Keep it down! She definitely doesn’t want us talking about her like this.” Jongho said shoving Yeosang who simply gave in to the push and fell to lay down on the couch, slightly giggling.

The sound of his door opening down the hall stopped any of them from speaking any more as you made your way softly down the hall until you were standing next to Seonghwa.

You’d gotten completely ready for bed now, still wearing his shirt but also throwing on a pair of his boxers before coming to greet the other members. They’d all seen you at varying degrees of clothed before, but it felt different now. You didn’t want them to be allowed to see you the way Seonghwa was allowed to, and as you came in to the room he noted your extra choice of clothing. Something within him went absolutely crazy at that detail realizing your exact thoughts.

You’d decided before you even left the room that you didn’t care if the members knew. You knew Hwa would never betray your trust and outright tell them, but they were family and one look at his post fuck appearance and you knew they’d be calling him out. That was the exact reason you allowed yourself to snake your arms around Seonghwa from behind, pulling him in to a back hug before simply saying, “Hey guys.”

All the members stared back at you two in shock, Seonghwa’s hands instinctually reaching to hold yours on his abdomen despite his slightly shocked reaction as well.

“Heeeeey y/n.” Yeosang said to you in a sing songy voice causing you to chuckle slightly and come to the same realization Hwa did about his level of sobriety. Jongho shoved him down again and again he didn’t fight it.

You let out another laugh which seamed to ease some of the tension in the room as a few members let out one of their own.

“Sorry,” You spoke again, “I’d love to catch up but I’m about sixty seconds from falling asleep.” You explained to the men sitting in front of you, “So I’m just going to take Seonghwa and go to bed.” Before they could fully register your words you were tugging slightly at Seonghwa’s shirt, getting him to follow you back down the hall to the bedroom.

“Goodnight you twooo! Hey- OW!” This time it was Wooyoung’s voice and then yelp that followed you two down the hall.

“I’d apologize for their behavior, but you know them just as well as I do so I’m sure you saw that coming.” Seonghwa smiled down at you as he shut the door, muffling the now arguing voices of the members in the living room.

“Honestly it went smoother than I expected.” You laughed grabbing his hand and dragging him down in to the bed with you.

You immediately intertwined your bodies again, feeling completely at peace in his arms, the earlier events of the evening nearly wiped from your mind at this level of exhaustion and comfort.

Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and the last thing you heard before falling completely unconscious in his arms were the words, “I love you y/n. Goodnight.”

#ateez smut #seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #🍯🍋recs #Drunk Yeosang popping his head from the couch and Jongho pushing him down is killing me rn💀🤣#and Yeo fully accepting it as well just flopping back down🤣🤣💀#also the fact that he is the drunkest💀🤣#Mingi noticing first and blurting it out also had me rolling🤣💀#like im surprised it wasnt Woo🤣🤣#This was so good ajdnsjj🤭💛💛#the fluff💋🤌#magnificent😌👏👏

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