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Off Limits - Jeong Yunho

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Synopsis: Going to college for you was very serious. Nothing could stand in the way which meant often rejecting social events and saying no to anything to risk. That was until you met Yunho, someone you would risk it all for.

Pairing: College!Jeong Yunho x fem. reader

Genre: mutual pining, strangers to friends with benefits - MINORS DNI

Contains: mentions of celibacy, mentions of alcohol consumption, nudity, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, slight begging, protected intercourse, characters losing their virginity, orgasm

Note: based on a request from @jonghoslvt ☆ no joke, I adore you and never thought you'd take up my offer. I really hope this doesn't disappoint because I literally fell in love with the idea the moment you hit my inbox

Word Count: 7.8k

"But y/n, it's not even a frat party," your best friend whined. "Yeah! We're too old for that anyways," your other friend chimed in.

You currently found yourself in a standoff. At first, you had situated yourself in your bed with your textbooks to have a quiet night in. Your friends, however, took it upon themselves to propose an alternative idea. One that you often rejected.

"Are you forgetting that we have midterms next week? I would like to start spring break stress-free."

Your entire life has been focused on going to college. If asked about your childhood, you would always recall how happy you were growing up. But you never overlooked the sacrifices your parents made for you. Going to college was never realistic or them, so they worked overtime I order to provide you with the opportunity to live a better life than they ever got a chance for. Their struggles were something you can never ignore, which made you want to work hard to make them proud.

And since getting to college, it was about doing well to be able to show them why their hard work was worth it. You also had a personal goal of being able to afford to repay them for everything.

To get to that point, that meant often saying no to social obligations so you could study. Your weekends often looked like you were crammed in the library. Or, if you needed human interaction, propping yourself at a coffee shop to mix in with the crowd.

Breaks were the opportunities to let loose and have a little bit of fun. Yet, your breaks often looked like doing work for internships. Now that senior year has arrived, you are also adding in time to scroll through LinkedIn and Indeed for potential job openings

"Y/n, I adore you, and what a little studious bookworm you are. However, it is senior year. We have less than 3 months to make stupid decisions before adult obligations. There is also the chance we might not be living even in the same state or country! Do you really want to live life only when we come to visit or you visit someone else?"

You never went to a frat party. You never had a random hookup. You always played things safe.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh as you gazed down at your lap where your textbook rested. She had a point. While you were very excited about being that true adult version of you, you weren't ready for the hard parts of it like no longer living with your best friends or really having little interaction.

"And I'll tell you what. We don't have to stay all night. If you get overwhelmed or are over it, we will come straight home and watch Love Is Blind."

You perked up at her compromise. When you looked up, hopeful eyes were staring back at you before you silently nodded. That was enough to send them into squeals and start to drag yourself out of bed.

What were you getting yourself into?

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Little did you know, across campus, a similar debate was going on.

"Guys, I really don't like house parties like that," Yunho huffed. "And how do you know if you've ever been?" Mingi challenged him.

Yunho couldn't help but narrow his eyes on his best friend. He had a point, but damn, did he hate it when he was right. Out of the two them, Mingi was the more social one. Before a party was finalized, Mingi was already receiving texts about the details so word could spread like wildfire.

On the other hand, Yunho often opted for quiet nights in. He would spend nights either gaming with Seonghwa or drinking at home with a few friends. What was the point in going to a house party when they already had beer in their apartment?

There was also a part that loved hearing Mingi's retelling of what went down. Yunho simply didn't like parties, the situations that could arise from consuming too much alcohol, and the morning recovery.

"You owe me!" "For what?!"' "I mean," Mingi began. "I am your best friend. I'm sure you owe me something!"

Yunho rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the smirk curling onto his lips. It amused him greatly the antics Mingi always tried getting into, and how he basically became a whimpering puppy for attention.

"What will you do for me if I go?" Yunho challenged. "I will literally never ask you to come out again if you absolutely hate it. Or I will do all the chores in the house for the next month."

That caught Yunho's attention instantly. He liked to consider himself a very clean man, never knowing who might step into their humble abode. However, Yunho still liked to maintain a welcoming household and seemed like he had things together. First impressions mattered the most to him. And it was no secret Mingi often dirtied up any clean space, no matter how recently Yunho finished cleaning.

"Wait? Are you being serious?"

With Mingi cleaning, that meant that Yunho could just spend time the way he wanted to - playing video games and chilling with his friends. Yunho definitely was a person who liked being around people, but he didn't like situations that could get messy quickly. Hence why there was a slight aversion to going to parties where things could go 0 to 100 too quickly.

At home, Yunho was in control. He was the mood maker who kept a warm, welcoming environment. That meant one that was clean and safe for everyone. An oasis from the chaos of university.

"I'm dead serious, Yunho." "Deal!"

Little to Yunho know just how overwhelming the atmosphere would be. Even though Yunho certainly liked making memories with his friends, he was almost intimidated. All around him were drinks being passed left and right, not even knowing what was in the drink but it made his noise scrunch up as all he could smell was cheap perfume and alcohol. It practically burned his nostrils.

"Relax, Yunho," Wooyoung laughed. "You are about to give away that you've never had pussy before."

Yunho's head snapped towards his younger friend, a look of shock on his face. "Do you ever not think with your dick?"

"Will you ever sleep with someone? Come on. You're in college. Make a bad decision." "I'm fine with sticking to this one," Yunho sighed.

It wasn't that Yunho didn't want to have sex. However, he knew just how special being intimate with someone is. What mattered to him was waiting for the person he felt like he could be that vulnerable with. Just finding a random person and doing it sounds disgusting. Not how he wanted his first time go.

Nobody has caught his attention yet.

"Oh ease up, Yunho. Woo just is looking out for you," Mingi laughed. "But if you do find someone, bedrooms are open upstairs.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Well, to be the bearer of good news," Jongho called out. "It seems like Yunho has a pair of eyes on him."

What was he talking about?

Slowly, Yunho looked over his shoulder whereas his friends seemed to wipe their heads around. Way to be subtle. There was this pattern that always occurred where girls seemed to have taken an interest in Yunho, but he never reciprocated. He was just content with the way things were in his life - no drama, no mess.

His eyes widened slightly at the sight behind him. There's no way.

Yunho has seen you around campus before. The two of you have never had a class together, seeing as your respective programs were in two different buildings. Yet, there were always ways you two crossed paths. You were heavily involved on campus or often in the library studying. Yunho did frequent the library, but if there was no immediate open spot available, he would leave. He always thought you were cute, but the opportunity never presented itself where he could make a move.

He didn't quite think that asking someone, a complete stranger, out on a date in the library when they were obviously busy was romantic.

To be honest, he never saw you as a party girl. You were often studying out of your mountain of textbooks or typing like your life depended on it on your laptop. He adored that side of you. When your hair was pulled back and your glasses framed your face, highlighting your big eyes.

Tonight, you opted for a different look. You ditched your sweats for a short black skirt that had a small slit on the right side. You wore a white shirt but that was mostly hidden underneath the leather jacket you wore. Your hair was downing loose curls. Your makeup also looked like it was light, but he was drawn to your cherry red lipstick.

I wonder if it also tastes like cherries.

Yet, tonight, you seemed like you had no agenda. Your eyes did glance in his direction, followed by whispers and giggles from your friends. To say his interest was peaked is an understatement.

You were someone who caught his attention. And his friends seemed to notice.

"Hey y/n," Mingi called out.

Yunho's head immediately turned towards Mingi who wore a smirk on his face. He wouldn't.

But it was too late. Mingi was already halfway across the room to greet you and your friends. And Yunho was hot on his trails.

"See you finally are breaking out of the library to join the rest of us," he commented.

You rolled your eyes before greeting him with a hug. Of course, Mingi knew you. He knew everyone. How did you two meet though? You weren't an ex-girlfriend or else you would have been over to the dorms. And you had a face that was impossible to forget. Maybe Mingi got tutoring from you?

"Don't hold your breath, Mingi. I was offered an out if I want to take it," you warned.

Your voice was just as angelic as Yunho imagined it. You often studied alone, unless you were shoved into a group project by your professors. Hearing how you speak made his heart flutter.

"Well maybe I can offer a reason to stay?"

You tilted your head in confusion. Mingi nodded over his shoulder which caused you to instinctively look over.

Everything else froze the moment your eyes met. It was like a scene from a romantic movie where the lights highlight the dream girl, music fades out. Nothing else matters at the moment besides you.

"Y/n, I want you to meet my best friend, Jeong Yunho. Yunho, be nice. This is y/n."

I was brought back to reality by Mingi gently patting me on the shoulder and giving me a slight shove. Luckily, I was quick on my feet to prevent myself from stumbling into this girl and making a fool out of myself. The wouldn't be a great first impression.

By your body language, Yunho could tell that you were out of your element. But so was he. Your eyes bounced around as you noticed your friends and his had left the two of you alone.

"Why don't we head out of here? Maybe go to the kitchen? Away from the crowds?"

Your eyes instantly lit up at his offered. The sight of you feeling relieved made Yunho felt proud, but also served as a motivating factor to ensure you always felt that content especially around him.

With a hand on your lower back, Yunho escorted you two out of the main part of the house. His eyes flickered all around to see where there were less people. However, people were playing drinking games in the kitchen. He glanced down at the cup in your hand to see you still had something to drink. The stairs, on the other hand, were vacant.

"Come on, let's go upstairs. I've been wanting to get to know you, y/n," he confessed.

Instantly, you felt your cheeks heat up. You nodded before following Yunho's lead. Your friend groups watched almost in astonishment at how quickly things progressed. Mingi was the proudest, as he played cupid after all.

As the two of you descended up the stairs, you could hear the bass of the music from below but could not quite make out the words. The loud conversations faded out to where you could just hear the footsteps of you and Yunho. You swore though you could feel your racing, and you were nervous Yunho could hear it too.

He flashed you a warm smile as he began trying the doorknob on the first door he saw.

"Occupied!" Someone shouted from within. The two of you felt yourself get hot in the face.

Quickly, he maneuvered the two of you to the bedroom across the hallway. Luckily, the door was slightly cracked and lights were off. An indicator that it was unoccupied. And to confirm, Yunho stepped in first by gently pushing the door. He let out a sigh of relief as there was no one.

"Perfect. Now I can actually get to know you."

He wanted to know me? The girl who is always studying?

He stepped out of the doorway, his back against the bedroom door to allow you inside. You thanked him with a soft smile before stepping into the room. You did notice he closed the door but also left it unlocked. It honestly made you feel a bit safer just by his gentle gaze and consideration.

Whenever you've seen Yunho walking around campus, you've always taken note of his soft aura. Maybe that's why it was so easy to lean into the potential friendship with him.

You found yourself walking into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands flattened out the skirt so it covered a bit more of your legs. Yunho joined you, keeping a bit of space but nothing too much. Just enough so you could speak one another but be respectful and mindful of your own personal space.

"I'm surprised to see you here tonight," Yunho commented, a smile still on his lips. "You just never seemed to be the party girl." "You know me already," you laughed. "I'm honestly not but my friends want to make lasting memories before graduation," you explained.

Yunho couldn't help but chuckle which caused you to raise an eyebrow. He quickly cleared his throat, a light hue coating his cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It just seems that our friends are in the same mindset since that's why I got dragged out of the apartment tonight." "I guess it isn't so bad now that I'm here with you."

You swore that Yunho's cheeks got darker. You also noticed how his smile widened to the point his eyes became hidden. He was just too adorable.

"So mystery girl knows who I am," he chuckled again.

God, his laugh was so infectious. I could just sit hear and listen to it all day.

"And I'm surprised my campus crush knows even who I am." "Oh? I'm your campus crush?" He smirked.

Now it was your turn to blush a bit. Damn, caught red-handed.

"Well yeah. I've seen you all over with Mingi or when you are trying to study in the library. Guess you could say I've always been curious."

Yunho's ego soared. He didn't come here to get lucky, but he was. He felt as if he had one the lottery.

"There's something else I've been curious about," he admitted.

Your upper body had turned towards him. The moonlight shining from the window made your eyes sparkle. It was as if you had the whole universe in your eyes. Your head was tilted slightly, a habit Yunho was quickly learning about you and equally adored.

One hand remained at a respectful spot in the space between the two of you. Yet, his right hand reached across to cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately as your eyes widened slightly. Yet, your body felt relaxed underneath his touch.

He never wanted to take things too far, but a little kiss never hurts, right?

"Is it okay if I kiss you, y/n?" He whispered.

Your name coming from his lips sent butterflies in your stomach. "Yes," you whispered back.

He offered another gentle smile before he leaned in to press his lips against yours. His lips felt soft and gentle as he didn't want to pressure you to kiss him back. But you would be a mad person if you didn't. You matched his tempo, allowing him to lead the kiss.

Tiny electric shocks were sent throughout your body. You couldn't help but allow your arms to wrap around his neck, which gave him the green light to move his hand off the bed to your knee. His warm hand caressed your exposed skin.

"I like the feeling of your hands on me," you murmured against his lips.

Fuck, Yunho, you're in trouble. Your statement made his brain all fuzzy. Yet, he didn't want to get too ahead of himself. He was almost positive you meant innocence in your statement.

His hand moved from your knee to your hip where he lifted you with ease. You gasped softly, pulling back from the kiss. You never expected him to be so strong! Your mouth was slightly open as you were positioned on his lap.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Yunho said. "Did I move too fast?"

You turned towards him and shock your head. Your heartbeat was felt throughout your whole body. If it was anyone else, you might have gone running out the door by how overwhelmingly intense the moment felt. With Yunho? All you wanted was to stay.

"No, this is perfect," you confessed. Your one hand stayed wrapped around his neck, your fingers running through your hair. "Is this okay? I mean, I've never done anything like this before. I don't just kiss cute boys who I barely now."

Yunho couldn't help but smile softly at your sentiment. You were too sweet. "Well, maybe we can become more than strangers?" His hand caressed your side affectionately, easing any nerves left in your body.

"I'd like that," you whispered.

You were about to go in to kiss Yunho again when the bedroom door busted open. You gasped as Yunho gently moved you off, shielding your body. The people who busted in just gasped before quickly closing the door behind them, muttering apologizes.

Way to kill the mood.

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That was three weeks ago. Yunho and you kept in good contact, especially now that Mingi prided himself in bringing two of his favorite people together. Even though you and Yunho were as far from being a couple as anything else. If anything, you two were beginning to deepen your friendship.

Yunho now had a reliable person to study, with who would keep him accountable for actually getting work done. And you had someone who made life fell less lonely.

And it was a bonus that each study session ended with a makeout session at your apartment. It was almost a ritual between the two of you. At the end of the night, Yunho would make sure you had eaten before walking him. You would then offer to come in for some water or coffee, depending on what else he had going on in the evening. Which were ultimately excuses to go to your bedroom.

Never before had you felt so safe with someone. Yunho looked after you, which honestly blew you away considering how new the friendship was. Yet, for Yunho, taking care of you was a duty. Even if you weren't official, he always wanted to make sure you knew someone was looking out for you.

That was as evident as ever when you two were behind closed doors. Light kisses led to light touches. His hands often wondered to your lower back, maybe underneath your shirt to cup your bra-covered breasts. Your hands would fall on his chest, sometimes down his abs towards where his belt was. Kisses on your lips led to neck kisses then to hickies which your roommates teased you relentlessly about.

Nothing more though. You had told Yunho that you were always anxious when it came to sex. You didn't want to jeopardize everything you worked for. And Yunho always respected that, especially since he was waiting for the right person. He didn't want to regret something so meaningful. And you respected that too.

Yet, you couldn't ignore your own urges anymore. There was something powerful between the two of you. You just weren't sure how to tell Yunho how you were feeling without scaring him off.

The past three weeks have been the time of your life. He made you feel warm and fuzzy, as if you were the main character in a Nicholas Spark's novel. And Yunho felt like he was on Cloud 9 with you. He never wanted to lose that feeling.

Buzz buzz

You were currently in the kitchen of your college apartment, slicing up an apple and peanut butter. A favorite study time snack of yours. Your eyes warned over to see Yunho's name flash on your phone which instantly brought a smile on your face.

"Oh! Y/n must be talking to Yunho," your roommate teased.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't fight the smile growing on your lips. Yeah, you were down bad for him.

"Hey pretty girl, what are you up to today?" "Not studying! I got everything done." "So you have time for me?"

Your smile grew wider at his text. You literally felt your heart flutter.

"Maybe.. is it worth it though?" "Oh darling, don't you worry. I'm going to make sure you feel on top of the world." "Where are we going?" "My place? 7pm?"

You glanced at the time at the top left corner of your phone. 5:41pm. Not much time to get ready.

"Anything I should bring over?" "Just yourself. It is all I need."

Lord have mercy.

Your snack was long forgotten as you ran up the stairs. The excitement about seeing Yunho, being alone with him drove you in ways academic achievement and goals accomplished never could.

You wear wearing a loose sweatshirt and a pair of leggings. Nothing too suggestive but also easy to remove. You never wanted to go in assuming any situation, but you couldn't help but be hopeful. Your roommates also noticed your change of perspective since Yunho came into your life. They liked seeing this side of you - the side where you were allowing yourself to enjoy life rather than focus on work and outcomes.

"Make sure you say hi to Yunho for us," your one roommate teased as you rushed to grab your wallet and keys. "Should we expect you tonight or tomorrow afternoon?"

Your cheeks were a bit red, not from embarrassment. There was not one ounce that was ashamed to be so scandalous with Yunho. Maybe it was because it was your little secret, the part of your that you were allowing to flourish for the first time, that was being exposed. While you weren't sure if you and Yunho would be anything more than friends, you were safe to say you were no longer strangers.

"I'll just text you guys when I'm heading home," you laughed, trying to ease your own nerves. Yet, you felt all the butterflies in your stomach which mad you jittery.

"Oh, no need. We have your location, y/n." "Creeps," you huffed. "Or just care about your well-being! But we also know Yunho will take care of that part."

I need to get out of here. Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 6:47pm. Yunho was just a 5 minute walk away from your apartment, so you were in no rush but any excuse to get to Yunho quickly.

"Hey, I'm heading over now :)" you texted him. "Can't wait to be with you."

You waved goodbye to your roommates who sounded off in encouraging cheers. You shook your head playfully before walking out the door to Yunho's apartment. With each step, your heartbeat is faster and louder. He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn't even know how to tell him.

"Hi pretty girl," Yunho said, answering the door. His height always left you breathless. You knew you were down bad when his height is something you adore. He was dressed in a grey sweatshirt with a yellow smiley face in the middle and black sweatpants.

Gently, he stepped out of the way to allow you to enter. You smiled appreciatively before walking in and slipped off your shoes. Mingi was in the kitchen, wiping down the countertop after dinner assumedly.

"Hey y/n. I'm about to head out!" He exchanged a look with Yunho, but you were too hyper-focused on Yunho's hand on your lower back. You could basically turn into Jell-o. "I'll see you around," he snickered.

"Bye Mingi," Yunho muttered. His demeanor softened when he turned towards you though, offering that gentle smile that makes you want to do anything he says. "Wanna go up to my room?"

You nodded before taking the lead. You've been all too familiar with the staircase that led up to Yunho's bedroom. Each time you walked in front of him, Yunho struggled. He surely had the best view in the world but wanted to do his absolute best to remain respectful.

Once you arrived in his room, you were a bit taken back. This wasn't the usual setup. You were much accustomed to the floor lamp being on, his laptop ready for a movie.

Tonight, the no lights were on. Instead, he had lit a few candles that were new additions to the top of his dresser. It created a glow in the room that was warm and welcoming. It also had a smell of vanilla and cashmere, two of your favorite scents. He was a good listener. Soft, sensual music was playing in the background from the speaker by his desk.

You stepped into the room but didn't go to the bed this time. You turned towards him, keeping a bit of distance but yearning to be close to him.

"What's all this for, Yunho?"

He loved the way his name sounded from your lips. It sent shivers down his spine. He smiled gently before taking a step closer, closing the door behind him. Once again, he didn't lock it right away. Yunho was the exception in a world of boys where he was a gentleman. He always offered you an out, always a way to leave if you so choose. Yunho never placed expectations on you. He followed your lead.

"Y/n," he began. One of his hands gently reached out for yours, fingers gently wrapping around your own but not quite holding it just yet. It was endearing. "You mean so much to me. I mean, I've always been mesmerized by you, but I never knew someone could have such a large impact until you came into my life. I've never wanted to open up to someone the way I open up to you."

Your eyes widened slightly, stepping even a bit closer to Yunho. Your mind was jumping to conclusions but you did everything to stay calm.

"There is just something special between us, angel," he whispered. His hand fully slipped into yours as the other gently moved to hold your hip, keeping you close. His touch was gentle yet firm, almost as if he was begging you to say but also allowing you to move if you desired. "You complete me in ways I never imagined. Both emotionally and mentally, and our physical connection is something I'd like to explore more."

Oh my god.

"I understand if maybe that's something you never wanted with me but-" "But just kiss me. Please."

His eyes now widened this time. You were biting your lip gently as you gazed up at him with your big doe eyes.

Come on, Yunho. Get it together.

No longer hesitating, he leaned in fully to press his lips against yours. His hand squeezed your hip affectionately. Unlike the other times he's kissed you, this was more passion. He had a certain level of assertiveness that made you melt. Your hands moved from holding his to resting on his chest and the other on his arm.

With ease, Yunho picked you up which caused you squeal. He pulled back from the kiss to look up at you. You noticed this time his gaze was a bit more seductive which made you feel all tingly.

"Oh darling, I'll get you squealing for another reason soon enough," he promised you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. You knew he'd never let you fall, so your action was more to lure him in closer. His hands moved to hold your ass, giving a playful squeeze which indeed sent your squealing again. Even though the sensations were newer to you, it felt so good when it was Yunho touching you.

Gently, Yunho tossed you on his bed. Your sweatshirt moved a bit to expose your midriff. Your hair was sprawled out on his comforter. And with the glow from the candles, Yunho swore you looked angelic.

"You can say no at anytime, darling," he promised you. His voice was in a soft tone but firm. This was serious for him which made your heart swell.

"I trust you. This is new for me too, but I want to experience it with you."

At first, he remained standing at the foot of his bed. Just enough so he could slip his own sweatshirt over his head. You couldn't help but stare at his exposed chest. He was built so beautifully.

Yunho noticed which caused him to smirk. Not wanting to be apart from you any longer, his hands gently then moved to your exposed skin. "What do you crave first, darling? I want to make sure you're all wet for me."

His words caused your cheeks to warm up tremendously. Your brain was all fuzzy just coming to realize this was actually happening. You were about to have sex with Yunho, your campus crush. This felt just too good yet nothing extraordinary has happened yet.

"Could you eat me out? I've always wanted to know what it feels like," you confessed. "Your wish is my command, princess."

His hands moved from your hips to the waistband of your leggings. He glanced up at you once more to make sure you were comfortable and okay with proceeding. You couldn't help but giggle before running your hand through his hair comfortingly, giving him the nod he needed.

"So gorgeous, y/n, baby," he murmured. His lips kissed the exposed skin of your tummy before both of his hands began to move your legging dow your legs. "You look amazing in these leggings, but I'm so honored to be the one to take them off of you." His eyes then noticed the pink lace panties that you were wearing underneath. A tiny bow was in the front which made his mouth water.

You shivered as his hands gently began to tug off your panties. It was a bit chilly in the room for which Yunho smiled apologetically.

"I'll warm you up in no time, darling." "I have no doubt, baby. I know you always look out for me." "Always," Yunho vowed.

With your leggings and panties on the floor, Yunho crotched in front of you. His hands rested on your knees gently, thumbs caressing the outer part. He was a bit surprised how you opened them almost automatically for him, but he was overjoyed to know you wanted this just as much as him.

His cock twitched at the sight of how wet you already were, a slight glisten already noticeable. "My baby girl needs me, hmm?"

"I like when you speak to me like that," you confessed, letting out a shaky breath.

Yunho moved your one leg over his shoulder as the other rested on your thigh. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable. "What? You like knowing that I want you all to myself? That I want to be selfish?"

You were propped up on your elbows, gazing down at him. Your teeth were sunk into your lower lip in anticipation. All you could bring yourself was to nod in confirmation.

"Well, y/n, sweet girl. You are mine. You've been mine since the party, so don't doubt it again."

His tongue then licked a long strip along your pussy up to your clit. You let out a loud gasp, head tilting back. His hot breath hit your pussy causing you to shiver and spread your legs a bit wider, offering yourself completely to him. He hummed in satisfaction before letting the tip of his tongue circle your clit.

Your back arched slightly off his comforter. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself immerse fully into the pleasure.

He loved the taste of you. So sweet. His tongue ventured up and down your pussy before sticking into your tight hole. You let out a soft moan. It was music to his ears, knowing that he was capable of making you feel so good.

His cock was hardening by the sounds you were making. Twitching and began for attention. Soon though, he would get the relief he's always fantasized about.

You were his main priority though. He wanted this to be just as special, as meaningful for you as it was for him.

He pulled back which made your head snap down. Yunho couldn't help the small pout that formed on your lips. "Don't worry, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere." His lips began to press kisses into your thighs as his one hand left your knee to gently trace along your pussy.

"Is it okay if I finger you, angel? Just want to make sure you're stretched out for me. Don't want to hurt you."

His speech was a bit slurred, almost as if he was drunk off the taste of you.

"Please. I want to feel all of you, want to feel of this for the first time with you."

Yunho leaned down to kiss your thighs. He moved his kisses towards your clit. He could imagine the feeling might be a bit uncomfortable for you at first, so he wanted to help ease you a bit.

When his lips met your clit, he kissed it delicately before wrapping his lips around it. He began sucking on it which had you moaning sweetly. He couldn't help but smile before sliding one finger into you. His eyes looked up at you to see your mouth slightly open. Yet, your body remained relaxed on his bed.

He moved his finger in and out of your pussy slowly. He let out a groan at the feeling of how warm, how wet you were. You just felt so inviting it sent him into a frenzy. He craved more that he was struggling to hold himself back but he knew all good things come with time. His cock was straining against his pants painfully.

"I'm going to add another, sweetheart, okay?" He murmured against you. The vibration of his voice against your pussy caused you to whimper out in euphoria as you still nodded your head.

"Can I hold your hand, baby?" you begged softly.

Instantly, his free hand left your thigh to rest against the comforter for you to hold. He didn't need to be told twice. Whether it was for reassurance or to feel close to him, he would do anything for you.

Slowly, he slipped another finger into you. This time, at the feeling of how full you were, your body tensed a bit. Yet, Yunho kept his fingers still inside of you. He didn't want to rush in as he kept his gaze on you. Feeling your fingers slip into his hand, he squeezed your hand reassuringly. And this time, you squeezed back. "Keep going. Please."

His fingers moved slowly. He couldn't help but stifle the moan from his lips as he wanted to suck on your clit a bit harder, to make sure you were still feeling good. When you started moaning again, he began to curl his fingers gently into your g-spot. That made you moan louder than before, an encouragement for Yunho to proceed.

He then began to spread his two fingers apart, stretching you out properly. Your eyes widened, your breathing becoming shaky and shallow.

"Speak to me, baby girl. How does this feel?" "S-so good, baby." "Tell me what you need." "You. Please." "How do you want me? You've already got me. Right here, angel." "I want you to fuck me."

His fingers stilled inside of you as he pulled back from your clit. He looked up at you as he knew there was no going back. He knew he wanted to continue, but he just wanted to make sure you weren't too caught up in the moment. He didn't want you regret such a vulnerable moment with him.

"Are you positive?" He asked in a gentle voice. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Slowly, his fingers slipped out of your pussy. You whimpered at the lose of contact but quickly moaned when you saw his fingers enter his mouth. He sucked on them gently, humming against his digits. You've never witnessed something so attractive before. Your cheeks were flushed at the sight too.

"So delicious, angel. Thank you for letting me have a taste."

Now standing fully at the end of his bed, his hands moved to undo his belt and unzip his pants. Your eyes widened when you saw the tent in his pants. You couldn't believe he got so turned on by tasting and touching you.

Seeing the effect you had over him made you feel powerful.

Noticing you were staring, he winked at you. "You are the only one with this effect over me. Only one I ever want." His belt clinked against the floor as his pants soon joined, exposing his grey boxers. He was so hot. Does he even know that? You were going to move up to offer to jerk him off or suck him but he stopped you before your upper body could even leave his bed.

Did you do something wrong? You frowned a bit as your eyes quickly landed on his. Was he regretting going this far with you?

"Tonight is all about you, sweetheart." "But I want to make this special for you too," you frowned. "You just being here is enough to make this special. I promise."

You were a bit hesitant, wanting to be insistent on making him feel good. But with the look in his eyes the lustful gaze, you knew it was not a topic up for debate. You settled back onto his comforter as he moved to grab a condom from his bedside table.

He was a man prepared for any scenario. Whether it be one of his friends needing a condom or when a moment like this finally presented itself.

His boxers soon joined the floor. His cock instantly slapped against his abs. You noticed the veins running around the sides and the angry red tip, begging for attention. You made a mental note that you just had to suck Jeong Yunho off.

He grabbed the gold wrapper to tear it open. His right hand grabbed the base of his cock to hold it still as his left hand skillfully slipped the latex on. It just made his cock glisten, make it more appealing.

Finally, Yunho joined you on the bed. His knees rested in between your legs to keep you spread for him. His one hand rested by your head as the other cupped your cheek. You felt his forehead press against yours but not once did he look away from you.

"I mean it when I say we can stop at any point, angel. Just say the word." "Yunho, you're too sweet to me but I need you."

You needed him. God, his eyes nearly rolled at the words you spoke.

He pressed his lips to yours for a moment. Even the room felt hot and heavy, he wanted to remind you just how important you were to him. You kissed him back for a moment until you felt his tip against your pussy. He kept his gaze on you, wanting to make sure you were okay with what happened.

"You ready?" "Yeah," you breathed out.

As slow as ever, Yunho pushed his tip into you. You bit you lip as you kept your eyes trained on him. It felt familiar, just like when his fingers entered you. You nodded slowly before he began to push more of himself into your pussy. His head nearly rolling back at the feeling of how warm and tight you were around him. "Fuck," he breathed out.

The sound of you letting out another whimper caused him to snap back to reality. He frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.

"Oh angel," he whispered. He didn't dare move another inch. This wasn't about his pleasure, this was about you. "What's wrong?" "It's just a lot," you confessed. Salty tears began to leave your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no," you begged. "I just need a moment."

Yunho nodded understandingly. He began to press soft kisses along your cheeks, your nose - anything to distract you from the pressure and temporary pain. He wanted to kiss you fully but he noticed you were breathing in deeply, trying to collect yourself and he didn't want to be inconsiderate.

"Take your time," he whispered. His hand moved to wipe your tears. "I go when you say go. I stop when you say stop." You took in another deep breath, really being able to feel how deep he was as your puss instinctively gripped his cock. He bit his lip to not moan, not wanting to do something that pressured you to say go.

However, in the few seconds of regulating your breathing, the pain began to feel like pleasure. It felt good. It was an odd feeling for sure, but one you wanted to continue with.

"Yunho?" you called out gently.

He pulled back so he could look into your eyes. His lips were curled up into that signature soft smile.

"Keep going. Please."

His eyes were trained on yours, almost as if he was looking for any hesitation. Yet, when he didn't see any, he nodded his head gently.

Before continuing to slip himself into you, he offered his hand for you to hold again. He really was a gentleman. Your fingers instantly slipped into his and you gave him a reassuring squeeze. That's all Yunho needed to continue slipping into your pussy.

Your breathing hitched again, but you remembered to breathe through it. And while it was a bit uncomfortable, it wasn't as bad as when you two started. You moaned when he eventually filled you completely.

"You okay, darling?"

He kept still but you could feel all of him inside of you. You felt so close, so vulnerable with him. It was overwhelming in the best sense.

"Never been better," you breathed out.

Satisfied, he began to retreat his hips before thrusting into you. Your head rolled back against his pillows and he rolled his head back at the feeling. "God damn," he breathed out. "You feel so good, angel. All for me."

His thrusts were slow at first, at an even pace. He was treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, something that needed to be fiercely looked after. And while you might have enjoyed the sentiment, you just needed him.

"Baby, go faster, please." "Fuck, are you sure? If you say yes, I might not be able to hold myself back anymore." "Let loose, baby boy." That's all he needed to hear. His hand planted firmly on the space by your head, his other hand still holding yours. However, his thrusts became quicker, became deeper. It was as if something primal took over him.

Your moans were louder as you felt all of him entirely with each threat. He was so big, so thick. He filled you up just so heavenly, in ways you couldn't describe besides perfection.

"That's it," you whined out. "Right there, baby." "God, I could die a happy man this way."

You couldn't help but giggle as you moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder. Your fingernails dug slightly into his skin which seemed to send him pounding deeper into you.

The sound of wet skin slapping made him nearly delirious. He never imagined this would be happening especially not with you. Yunho truly won the jackpot. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your cheeks a light pink color. Your lips were slightly parted as you moaned without any control.

"You're so gorgeous, y/n."

Your walls began to tighten around him, a fire-like feeling taking over your stomach. His jaw was clenched, almost as if he was concentrating. You were a bit curious but began to notice the veins protruding out of his forearms from how hard he was thrusting.

You began to put the dots together.

"Are you close, baby?" "So fucking close," he huffed out. "Are you?"

His eyes were practically glued on you. All to make sure you felt on top of the world. He loved knowing that you two were sharing this experience together. The grip you had on his shoulder further encouraged him to give you everything he had.

No room to hesitate or overthink. "Yeah," you whimpered.

Sweat was beginning to coat his skin. You early drooled at the sight of how delicious he looked. How did you get so lucky?

"Let go, y/n, baby. I'm right there with you."

With one particularly hard thrust, you lost it. You felt like you were being sent into another dimension but the intensity of your orgasm. Nothing could have prepared you for the feeling as you truly believed you saw stars. Your legs shook slightly as Yunho groaned loudly, spurting his hot cum into the condom.

The heavy breathing from the two of you filled the room. The world outside of his bedroom seemed so far away as you felt so consumed by Jeong Yunho. You wouldn't want it any other way.

His cock started to soften inside of you but you two couldn’t bring yourselves to move. Your arms moved to wrap around him softly as he laid gently on you, keeping you close.

There was no other place you wanted to be. I guess sometimes you do need to take a risk and do something that might seem like it is off-limits.

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whimsicalwritingsandmore · 18 days

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Ateez soft hours: jeong yunho

Pairing: ateez x reader

Genre: soft hours with jeong yunho <3

Word Count: 282 words

a/n: Aurorise will be updated this weekend! :) <3

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Jeong Yunho is in love with you. And he very much adores spending time with you.

There’s a childlike innocence between the two of you that brings safety and comfort amidst the reality of being adults.

Yunho loves to keep you close.

Whether it’s walking together hand in hand and affectionately swinging your intertwined arms, or you’re walking in front of him and leading the way, turning back around to talk to him with a glowing smile while he directs you where to move with a doting grin and occasionally putting his arm out to bring you closer to him and not bump into anyone, Yunho savours every moment.

The two of you would usually find yourself either getting lost in the deepest and thought-provoking conversations about the most intricate things about human existence or sometimes, it may be about the silliest things.

When you decide to grab dinner together, he’ll pull you close to him when the sun begins to set and the coolness of the late evening begins to transfer into night.

And sometimes, if it’s been a gloomy day with a slight drizzle, once it’s not too bad, you’ll take a drive to collect dinner and come back to share a heartwarming meal with a funny show playing in the background, and it’s just the two of you sitting on the floor in front of the television, lost in your own world.

And truly, that’s what it has always been: just the two of you in your own silly little world which feels like a dream come true.

And it’s your dream come true.

Because Jeong Yunho is in love with you, and it’s your own heaven on earth.

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lilacmingi · 2 months

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Hufflepuff!Yunho x Hufflepuff!fem reader

Word count: 4,968

Note: Seems kinda silly sharing this one considering its March lol but when I was writing these Hogwarts AU imagines, they were being posted around November/December 2022 and I felt bad for not having anything festive written so I made this one take place around Christmastime to add some festive flair. Hopefully you guys can still enjoy it, even in March haha

"You need to dress warmly, Y/n. It's getting colder these days." Yunho tugged your scarf around your neck, making sure you were all bundled up.

You merely chuckled, amused at how much he cares for you.

"I'll be fine." You assured him.

"We have to walk all the way to the greenhouse for herbology. You should stay warm."

You gave him a reluctant smile, allowing him to adjust your scarf to where it would cover your chin.

"Okay." He gave a small nod of approval before linking arms with you. "Let's go. Don't wanna be late."

Leaving the warm corridors of the school, you stepped out into the chilly air. It was nearing the end of autumn and would soon be winter, though based on the bitter temperature outside it felt like the season had already arrived. You and your fellow housemate trekked across the school grounds, stepping over leaves that had long fallen off the trees, their color now a dull brown. The holidays were just around the corner and Hogwarts had rolled out the Christmas decorations, decking the entire school out in holiday cheer, the colorful array of twinkling ornaments and other baubles giving the castle a cozy feel. The Great Hall was the most beautiful with large Christmas trees throughout the room, holly and ribbons hanging along the ceiling, all topped off with white snow falling from above, the magical icy clusters not feeling cold at all.

The greenhouse came into view, you and Yunho hurrying over desperate to get inside and out of the chilly air.

"Good afternoon." Professor Sprout greeted you with her usual warm smile, her jovial personality shining through as always.

"Afternoon." You greeted, making your way further into the greenhouse, taking your place at the long table that stretched along the length of the greenhouse.

You and Yunho began unpacking your supplies, your fingers brushing against his by accident.

"Your hands are freezing." He commented, grabbing them with his larger ones.

A faint heat creeped onto your cheeks as he squeezed your icy palms between his, warming them a little. You were so focused on him, you didn't notice the other students filing in the greenhouse, preparing for class.

"Alright. Now that everyone's here let's get started." Professor Sprout spoke up, causing Yunho to release your hands.

You exchanged sheepish glances before the both of you turned your eyes away out of embarrassment.

"Since Christmas is approaching, I thought it would be fit for us to study mistletoe. As you all know, this parasitic plant is used for decoration, but you can also use it for antidotes for the forgetfulness potion and common poisons."

"Ha. Mistletoe." You chuckled softly. "How festive."

Professor Sprout proceeded to explain more facts about the plant, allowing everyone to examine the white berries on the herbage, cutting them open and grinding them for potions.

The greenhouse, though slightly warmer than the chilly outdoor air, didn't offer much heat for your cold fingertips. Suddenly you missed the warmth of Yunho's hands, wishing he could hold them one more time.

Professor Sprout filled the silence in the greenhouse by giving a brief history lesson on mistletoe, talking about how it was used as a holiday decoration in the 1700s, then she proceeded explain how wizards used it for potions, though at that point you started zoning out.

Her voice became mere background noise as your eyes lingered on Yunho, who was closely examining the leaves on his plant which was held between his slender fingers.

By some miracle, you managed to pull it together long enough to make it through class.

You rubbed your hands together on the trek back to the school, tugging your scarf up to cover your nose and shield it from the chilly gusts of wind that fiercely hit your cheeks.

Once back inside Hogwarts, you let the heat from the torches lining the hall to warm you up a little. Yunho noticed the way you rubbed your hands together, wiggling your fingers around a bit.

"Here." Yunho held his hands out to you palms up.

You placed your smaller hands in his and allowed him to warm them the best he could, though his fingers were pretty cold as well, but they were warmer than yours. Plus, you can't possibly pass up the opportunity to have his hands holding onto yours.

You chuckled softly at Yunho's appearance, noticing a tint of pink on the tip of his nose.

"What?" He asked amusedly.

"Your nose is pink."

"It's freezing too. Wanna feel it?" He teased, leaning in closely preparing to press his nose against your cheek. You were quick to pull away, laughing at him.

"Come on. Let's go to the dining hall and see if we can get some hot chocolate before our next class." He stated.

"That would be fantastic."

The both of you went straight to the Great Hall where thankfully you were able to get a hot beverage to warm you up, the drink doing wonders for you.

"This was a good call." You sighed contently, grateful that your friend had suggested the idea. "I needed something that would warm me up quickly."

He hummed in agreement, his face covered by the mug as he gulped down the chocolate beverage. Once he set the cup down, a small amount of whipped cream dotted the tip of his nose as well as his top lip, the sight making you giggle.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He asked, knowing there was whipped topping on him.

"Come here." You beckoned, grabbing a napkin and cleaning his face.

Yunho's heart fluttered at your simple yet very effective actions. His eyes lingered on your face, taking in all your beautiful details, from your lashes to your soft-looking lips, his mind beginning to wander as he imagined what it would feel like to kiss them.

"Yunho?"

He blinked himself from his daze, humming in response.

"You zoned out. I asked if you were ready to go. We've got just enough time to get to class."

"Oh. Yeah I'm ready."

It was early morning, right around breakfast time and you were sat in front of the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room with a letter in your hands and a heavy feeling in your chest.

The sound of feet shuffling along the floor above could be heard over the crackling fire before you, Yunho's voice following after.

"Oh, you got something from your parents?" He observed.

"Yeah." You sighed as he descended the stairs, taking a seat beside you.

"Must've been important if it was delivered straight to the dormitory."

"It was."

Based on your discouraged tone and small frown, whatever news you got wasn't good.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a letter from my parents. They work for the Ministry of Magic so they're really busy and it seems they're not going to be home much. Looks like I'm going to be staying here for Christmas."

Yunho frowned. He hated seeing you upset, even more so he hated that you would be stuck at Hogwarts over Christmas break instead of spending it with your family.

"Come here." He beckoned softly, pulling you into a hug, which you happily accepted.

His hugs were always the best. He was bigger than you, so being in his embrace always felt nice, warm, even safe. You've always joked that his hugs were magical because they always seemed to melt your problems away whenever you were upset about something.

Yunho rubbed your back soothingly, allowing you to stay in his arms for as long as you needed.

If you were forced to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas break, he would stay with you.

Or maybe...

He let out a sudden gasp as a lightbulb went off in his head, making him pull back.

"Why don't you spend Christmas with me and my family?"

You took in a quick breath at his sudden proposition, looking at him with a shocked expression. At your response, or lack thereof, Yunho continued.

"You can send an owl back to your parents and let them know you're going to spend Christmas with me."

You continued to sit there, your mind processing everything.

Spending Christmas with Yunho?

The idea sounded great, honestly. You'd be able to spend the entire break with your crush. What more could you ask for?

Judging by the hopeful expression on his face and the expectant gleam in his eyes, he really wanted you to accept his offer, so you did.

When Christmas break rolled around, you found yourself boarding the Hogwarts Express with Yunho and a suitcase of clothes and other necessities for your visit.

The both of you made your way into one of the roomettes, sliding the door closed behind you before moving to sit on one of the benches.

"Sit next to me, Y/n." Yunho patted the spot next to him.

Softly smiling, you moved across to Yunho's bench, seating yourself beside him.

"I haven't seen your parents in years." You commented.

"I'm sure they're excited to see you, especially mom. She asks about you a lot."

"She does?"

He nodded.

The train departed from the station a few minutes later, rolling into motion. You watched as the school got smaller and smaller the further away you got. Your heart started to beat a little faster at the thought of being with Yunho for two weeks at his home.

The snack trolley rolled by not too long into the ride making the Hufflepuff beside you perk up, an excited gasp leaving him.

"Y/n, do you want something?" He asked.

"Yes, please."

Yunho asked the lady pushing the cart for your favorite candy along with some of his favorites before she went on to the next roomette. It didn't take long at all for the both of you to tear into the sweets, enjoying them as you watched the trees and valleys pass by.

An hour into the train ride, you felt your eyelids begin to droop as a feeling of drowsiness slowly washed over you. Not wanting to fall asleep, you turned your attention to the view out the window and started watching the scenery, a vast field with mountains in the distance, each one a different size. Unfortunately, that didn't do any good and you ended up allowing yourself to rest your eyes for a moment, which of course resulted in you falling asleep.

Yunho's gaze was glued to the landscape outside when he felt a weight on his shoulder. Upon glancing over, he found you sound asleep, your body slumped over on him, head resting on his shoulder.

A soft smile of adoration tugged at his lips as he allowed his gaze to linger on you for a few moments, taking in your features up close. It was only when you stirred slightly that he averted his gaze back to the view outside, his cheeks slightly warm.

When he didn’t feel you move, he peeked over at you once more as soft breaths pushed past your slightly parted lips.

"Y/n. We're here."

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, nuzzling your face into whatever you were resting on.

A deep chuckle sounded afterwards making you peel your eyes open.

Yunho was gazing down at you, eyes gleaming with amusement. It was then that you realized you'd fallen asleep on him, your head resting on his chest. This realization caused you to push yourself off him in a rush.

He only laughed, standing up from his seat.

"I'm sorry." You apologized.

"You seemed to be sleeping well, so I didn't wake you." He responded, offering you his hand. "Come on."

After a short taxi ride, you arrived at your destination, welcomed by strings of beautiful multicolored lights strung along the eaves of the house, the sight giving you a warm feeling in your chest.

You stepped into Yunho's cozy abode, the warmth from inside brushing against your cool cheeks, the smell of gingerbread and cinnamon reaching your senses.

"Come in, come in." Yunho's mom beckoned, ushering both of you inside. "It's freezing out."

Christmas music played softly throughout the home as you removed your scarf, your eyes roaming the house, taking in your surroundings. The feeling of someone tugging on your coat grabbed your attention, it was Yunho. You thanked him quietly, shrugging off the thick jacket and allowing him to hang it on the coat rack by the door.

"My Yunho, come here." His mom cooed, pulling him into a tight hug. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, mom."

After pulling away, she turned to you with a warm smile. "Y/n."

"Hello." You greeted.

"I haven't seen you since you and Yunho were in fourth year." She gushed. "You've grown into such a beautiful young lady."

You muttered a shy thank you before she escorted the both of you into the living room, going on about how excited she was that you'd be joining them during Christmas break and how she had prepared snacks for your arrival. Sitting on the coffee table in the living room was a plate of small sandwiches, crackers, and sliced fruit along with two glasses of water.

"Sorry. She gets enthusiastic when we have guests." Yunho murmured, cheeks tinged pink.

"It's fine. It's actually really nice. I missed her hospitality."

Just then, the front door swung open and Yunho's father walked in, shrugging off his jacket.

"Are they here yet?" He inquired before glancing into the living room where you and Yunho were seated on the couch. "Ah. I missed the welcome party."

"We just got in." Yunho informed him. "You didn't miss much."

"Good, good." His father nodded, making his way over to greet both of you, asking how classes were and how you'd been—just the usual small talk. He then grabbed one of the tiny sandwiches Yunho's mom had made.

At that moment, she entered the room and caught him in the act, immediately scolding him.

"Those are for Y/n and Yunho."

"Alright. Sorry." He chuckled, heading towards the kitchen.

"Y/n, why don't I take your bags to your room?" Yunho's mom offered.

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"No, no, I insist. You're our guest."

You didn't have time to protest as she grabbed your bag as well as Yunho's and left the room.

After resting for a moment and finishing the finger foods that were prepared, Yunho's mom offered to show you where you'd be sleeping during your visit. Yunho wanted to unpack his things, so he got up and followed you and his mom down the hall, not expecting her to come to a stop at his bedroom.

"You'll have to share with Yunho. I hope you don't mind." She mentioned, opening the bedroom door. "Don't worry, though. I've set up a mattress on the floor so everything should be fine."

"I thought we had a spare bedroom." Yunho spoke up hastily.

"Oh, I've been using it as a storage room."

Yunho's face got hot at the thought of sharing a room with you, but at the same time it was a dream come true. Back at Hogwarts the boys and girls dorms are separated; the girls' dormitory is charmed so no boys can enter, though it's not the same for the boys' dorm, which is odd—but you've never stayed overnight with him before, even at school, so this would be a whole new experience.

Your palms started to get a bit sweaty as you took in the information you were just given, your slightly wide eyes staring at the sight before you. Alongside Yunho's bed was a small, inflatable mattress with a few blankets and pillows on it. While it did look comfortable, it was directly beside the place where Yunho slept. Judging by the giddiness in his mom's voice, she was more than okay with the both of you sharing a room.

"Well, I'll let you two get settled." She spoke up and excused herself.

As soon as she was out of the room, Yunho's head dropped as he let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You waved him off.

You and Yunho have been friends for years, sharing a room shouldn't be weird... it only feels that way because of your feelings for him.

"I'm gonna unpack. You can make yourself comfortable."

Yunho moved across the room to his bed where his suitcase laid, unzipping the beg before removing items from it. You started to do the same, taking a seat on the blow up mattress in the floor, taking out your toiletry bag.

"You can put that in the bathroom across the hall." Yunho mentioned. "As for clothes, you can leave them in your suitcase or I can clean out a drawer for you to store them in."

"It's fine. I can just leave them in here." You responded, not wanting Yunho to go to the extra trouble.

Once settled, the both of you were called into the kitchen to have dinner, which smelled so good. It had been a while since you had a home-cooked meal. Though, Hogwarts had exceptional food, there's something different about having something made at home.

"You really went all out." You commented, your mouth watering at the spread before you.

"Of course. It's Christmas, plus we have a special guest. It's the least I could do." Yunho's mom smiled warmly, pouring everyone a drink.

After a nice meal, you spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV with Yunho and his parents. Turns out they found amusement in muggle television programs and enjoyed watching them. You unexpectedly got hooked on a particular show, the ups and downs of the plot pulling you in immediately.

After watching a few episodes, you and Yunho decided to get ready for bed and settle in for the night.

You watched in mild amusement as Yunho arranged his pillows in a particular order, one lying flat in the middle and one propped up on the bed frame on either side. A chuckle slipped from you by accident causing the tall boy to turn, eyeing you.

"Sorry." You apologized. "I didn't know you had a system going."

"I do. My bed fits me well so I arrange my pillows like this, but in beds that are shorter where my feet stick out, I arrange them like this." He began shuffling the pillows around, moving the ones that were resting on the bed frame flat on the mattress lying vertically, giving him somewhat of a barrier on either side of his main pillow.

"I have to do this at Hogwarts since the beds are smaller." He mentioned.

It may be silly, but his specific pillow arrangements were extremely endearing to you. The way he had a whole system figured out based on the size of the bed was too cute.

He didn't seem to notice your love-filled gaze as he fluffed his main pillow, shimmying underneath the covers.

"Are you settled in?" He asked.

"Mhm." You hummed.

Yunho raised his wand in the air, using it to turn the lights out before snuggling down into his bed.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, Yunho."

Getting to sleep proved to be a bit harder than you had originally thought. You were hyperaware of Yunho sleeping so close to you and that prevented you from getting relaxed enough to rest.

It's not a big deal, Y/n. You told yourself. Yunho is your best friend. You've known him for years. There's no reason to be nervous.

Minutes passed and you tried different positions, lying on your back, your left side, then your right side. Nothing was working.

Movement on the bed caught your attention as Yunho's head popped up, peeking down at you.

"If you're not comfortable, we can switch spots." He offered. "If it's me you're uncomfortable with I can sleep on the couch and you can have my bed."

The thought of sleeping in Yunho's bed under sheets that probably smelled like him drove you crazy, but the inflatable mattress was just fine, plus you didn't want to take Yunho's bed from him.

"I'm good." You assured him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. This is fine."

"Well, the offer is still there if you change your mind."

You murmured a thank you before rolling over, finally getting comfortable enough to go to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to Yunho shaking you awake.

"What is it?" You groaned.

"Get up. Hurry!" He pulled you to your feet, your knees nearly buckling, not used to all the sudden movement right after waking up.

Yunho wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you downstairs to the living room window.

"Check it out." Yunho gawked as he gazed out the glass pane.

"Wow." You gaped at the amount of snow that had blanketed the front lawn, the sight instantly waking you up.

"Oh, how pretty." Yunho's mom marveled. "You two should go outside and enjoy it."

The both of you exchanged glances, but before either of you could speak, Yunho's mom did.

"Go on." She gently ushered the both of you towards your room, telling you to bundle up. "I'll start on breakfast and you two go have some fun."

You had no choice but to do as she asked, going right back to Yunho's room.

"I'm so glad I packed warm clothes." You commented, pulling out a sweater and thick pants.

After layering up and putting on your coat and house scarf, you stepped outside hearing the many inches of snow crunch beneath your boots.

"That's one way to wake you up in the mornings." Yunho chuckled, his breaths coming out in puffs due to the frigid air.

"That's for sure." You shivered slightly, the icy weather flushing out the last remnants of sleep from your body.

"Come on." Yunho's gloved hand grabbed yours, tugging you out into the yard. "We should build a snowman."

"With all this snow, we could built three snowmen."

Yunho retrieved his wand from the inside of his jacket with a smirk. "You wanna try it?"

A knowing grin spread across your face as you pulled out your wand. "Let's do it."

With a simple locomotion charm, the both of you had large spheres of snow rolling across the lawn, getting bigger and bigger.

"Bring that one over here." Yunho pointed. "We'll use that for the base."

You nodded, moving your snowball to its designated spot as Yunho stacked his on top, using his wand to place the last and smallest sphere on top. In no time, you had three perfect snowmen built in front of the house.

Using your wands, the both of you gathered sticks and rocks to use for the arms and face for each snowman, placing them accordingly.

"These looks great." You beamed. "It's been so long since I've done this. I feel like a kid again."

"Me too." He huffed out a laugh. "You think breakfast is ready?"

"I hope so. I'm starving."

"Come on." Yunho held out his hand. "Let's go."

Later that night, the air inside the house was cooler than normal thanks to the piles of snow outside. The double layer of blankets wasn't doing much to keep you warm, no matter how much you curled up or how high they were bunched around your neck.

"Are you cold?" Yunho asked.

You assumed he was asleep, so his voice startled you a bit.

"Just a little." You responded.

"Would you like to sleep up here? It's warmer when you're not close to the floor."

"I don't know. You've got that pillow fort up there, I don't think there's any room for me." You teased.

"I can always make room."

You were so desperate to get warm and Yunho's offer was very appealing, so you agreed.

Yunho shuffled around, adjusting his pillows as you got up off the inflatable mattress and joined him in the bed, which was noticeably warmer than your makeshift one on the floor.

You let out a content sigh, tugging the covers up over you.

"Better?" Yunho asked.

"Much."

At this point, the fact that you were sharing a bed with Yunho didn't phase you, in fact, it was the last thing on your mind. You were just grateful to be warm. Yunho shuffled a bit, giving you some extra space before rolling onto his side, his back facing you.

"This is so much nicer than that air mattress." You commented blissfully.

"I imagine it is."

"You don't have to be so far away." You told him, noticing the distance between the both of you.

"I just wanna make sure you're comfortable."

"I am. Come on." You tugged at the back of his pajama top, making him scoot towards you.

He kept his back facing you, too nervous to turn around. Yunho felt bad that you were cold and simply wanted to help out, but now that you were right beside him, things were starting to sink in.

"Goodnight." You murmured sleepily.

"Goodnight."

It was only when he was sure you were asleep that he turned around. Your cheek was squished against the pillow as small snores moved past your parted lips. His hand reached out towards your face, his slender fingers barely ghosting over your cheek. Yunho found himself unconsciously moving forward, his gaze focused on your lips. Before he could get too close, he came to his senses and pulled away, choosing to go to sleep.

It was finally Christmas Eve and things were in full swing at the Jeong household. Yunho's dad has just placed extra logs in the fireplace while his mom laid out all the sweet treats she had baked, going on about playing some board games later. Presents had been wrapped and placed neatly underneath the tree, each present with a different decorative wrapping.

"There's supposed to be some muggle

Christmas specials on tonight." Yunho's dad mentioned. "We should watch some."

"That'll be fun." You agreed.

"Oh, darn." You heard Yunho's mom mutter.

"Is everything okay?" You inquired, poking your head into the kitchen.

"I'm out of eggs." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "The store closes in half an hour. I need to go."

You and Yunho watched from the living room doorway as she hurriedly slipped on her coat, calling for his dad to come with her.

"You two will be alright staying here by yourselves for a little while, right?"

You both nodded.

With that, she pulled out her wand, both she and Yunho's dad apparating in the blink of an eye.

"I can't wait to get my apparition license." You commented.

"Me too. It'll be so convenient." Yunho agreed.

Letting out a sigh, you turned to face him.

"So, what should we do?"

Your question went unheard and unanswered by Yunho who was more occupied with something above you.

"Ah." Yunho glanced up with rosy cheeks.

Following his gaze, you spotted a small bundle of mistletoe hanging from the top of the doorframe, sucking in a deep breath at the sight.

"I'm sorry." He muttered embarrassedly. "My mom must've put that there."

The tips of his ears were a deep shade of pink while his cheeks were almost matching.

"It's okay." You shrugged it off, acting as if it wasn't a big deal to help Yunho feel a little more at ease even though you were internally freaking out just like he was.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you weighed your options. Either you could walk away and pretend this didn't happen, noting to avoid the mistletoe for the rest of your visit, or you could try and kiss Yunho and see what happens.

Before you could make a decision, he started to lean in closer, your breath catching in your throat.

Yunho's lips met yours, pressing softly as if to test the waters. Though there wasn't much force or pressure to the kiss, you could feel the pliant softness of his lips as they dragged slowly against yours before he pulled away, the lack of contact leaving you wanting more. Without hesitation, you leaned forward, reconnecting your lips. The action clearly caught Yunho off guard but he was quick to respond, his arms sliding around your waist pulling you into his broad chest.

Your mind clouded over immediately, the feeling of his mouth on yours was almost too much to handle, but still you wanted more.

You got your wish, because it was at that moment Yunho stepped forward, pressing your back against the frame of the walkway as he began kissing you more feverishly.

Your fingers found purchase in his dark tresses, tugging at his hair. He let out a grunt in response, pressing closer to you.

"Yunho." You murmured against his lips.

He pulled away for a moment, gazing drunkenly at you with half-lidded eyes.

"I like you a lot." You confessed breathlessly. "I have for along time."

"Me too." He sighed, leaning in to capture your lips with his once again.

Your leg wrapped around his torso, your fingers grabbing at the fabric of his sweater.

Yunho pulled away again, making you frown slightly at the loss of contact.

"You're so pretty." He stroked your cheek.

Your eyelids fluttered closed as you sighed out his name.

"I'm not sure how long your mom will be gone, maybe we should go somewhere else." You suggested.

"Say no more." Yunho began tugging you along through the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom.

The both of you collapsed onto his bed with a grunt.

"I think this was my mom's plan all along." He admitted.

"Me too. Maybe we should thank her." You chuckled.

"Maybe we should." He grinned, diving in for another breathtaking kiss.

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hee0soo · 3 months

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Pairing — JeongYunhoxgn!Reader

Summary — When cooking Dinner takes a little turn...

Genre — smut, smut, smut

AU/Trope Info — Boyfriend!AU

Warnings — Hands!, kisses, suggestive talking, teasing, cursing, degredation, pet names

Word Count — 0.3k

Rating — 18+ explicit

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"Still with me baby?"

Ripped out of your thoughts, your eyes locked on your boyfriends smug face. Knowing that you had been caught in your, admittedly, not very subtle staring, your ears started to burn with shame. It was evident that Yunho had noticed your gaze focused on his big hands as he was busy cutting up vegetables! A task so mundane managed to get you all hot and bothered and you rubbed your thighs together to get some kind of friction.

"Hmm?"

Yunho huffed softly at your wide eyed expression, shooting you a glance telling you that he knew exactly, where your thoughts had wandered off to. He sliced up the carrot only to put the knife down, turn so he could face you and pull you into his chest. His left hand loosely rested on your waist, massaging the skin through the fabric of your shirt, right hand trailing his finger over your cheek down to your lips resting his thumb on your lower lip, only to tug it down and rest them on your chin. Effectively holding your face in place, not giving you any chance to avoid his gaze.

"What's got you so distracted huh?"

"Nothing..."

"The truth please?"

The gen the authority left you squirming in place.

Yunho lowered his gaze, pressing a chaste peck to your mouth, leaving you to chase his lips once he pulled back to whisper closely to your ear.

"Is my girl really that needy to feel my hands on her? Staring at them while I'm trying to make dinner for us, like a horny little slut..."

A whimper rang through the room and it was like music to the dancers ears!

"Did you think I wouldn't notice? Or did you just not care?" he teased, soft kisses pressed to your neck, right hand wandering down past the waistband of your pajama pants.

"But do you want to know something baby? I'd rather be use my hands on you either way!"

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hwaightme · 9 months

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GUY.exe

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✏️ pairing: yunho x gn!reader ✏️ genre: fluff, crack, friends? to lovers, drawing? to lover ✏️ summary: you never expected for the character you designed for the newest dating simulator to be quite as realistic as this ✏️ wordcount: 5.0k ✏️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, unhinged crack galore, fever dream, digital artist / designer reader, shy boy best friend yunho, lowkey referencing the song the fic is named after (GUY.exe by SUP3RFRUIT) ✏️ taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ ✏️ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE MY NADIA @justhere4kpop !!! you are the kindest, funniest, sweetest person ever, i love you so so much and i am so grateful for every day because it means i can spend it with you <3 wishing you the best day, all the most amazing things, experiences, achievements and more!!

Another hour more, and you were going to scream. Hunched over your drawing tablet with bloodshot eyes and a cramping hand, you had been drawing and redrawing what seemed to be the same thing over and over again. But nothing gave you that magical feeling of completion and rightness when the abstract lines and shapes and shadows and doodles all came together on a page to form one whole. What you were experiencing was, in fact, very much the opposite. All because of these damn dumb brown doe eyes that you had decided to give to the character. Of course. What other eyes could the golden retriever type have, right? What other kinds of eyes would your boss approve of for the established archetype, the persona that you had ideated, storyboarded and proposed not only in front of your immediate team but also to senior management? That was right. None. No other. Only these doe eyes that you had been staring at and cursing profusely for the last four hours after having promised yourself that you would try to get to bed at ten in the evening instead of the less-than encouraging past midnight madness. But who were you kidding?

Setting down the pen, you leaned back to stretch, hearing random joints crack and echo around your body, making you wonder if you have even been moving at all for the past few weeks. Having the opportunity to work from home during fast-paced sprints was, of course, a big benefit, but all too often for you, it also meant only ever walking from your home office to your kitchen and back, with the occasional bathroom break and a flop onto the armchair you had dragged into your office for designated social media scrolling time. Gone from the world, with your friends having nicknamed you an e-hermit in not one, but two separate chats. Zoned out and barely hanging onto the words spewed by your superiors, much like the rest of your fellow designers working on this same project, be it other characters, setting, clothing customisation options, accessories, or special items… as the main project lead, boss of the bosses had said: ‘whatever the user wishes for, should be there’. Who knew that a dating simulator could be that intense and demanding?

Your drawing tablet was glaring at you, and so were the eyes on its screen, doubled onto your monitor watching your every movement like a painting at a museum would. They were meant to be kind and loving, crafted to complete the sunshine that this character was supposed to be, but the slightest misses in the lines were throwing the image off-kilter, and you could not pinpoint what was wrong. Reaching out for the now lukewarm cup of coffee off to the side of your desk, narrowly avoiding the clutter of sketches and notes you had made, you heaved a sigh, pondering if it would be the wisest to simply resign yourself to abandoning the task for today, and pick it up at work tomorrow. It was not like you would be punished for having the eyes be slightly off during an update meeting, after all, this was an ongoing process. But the perfectionist part of you was not letting go. You had managed to ideally depict everything else - the toned, tall physique with the stunning waist, torso and broad shoulders, the cheeks that made you feel a strong cute aggression, the tousled locks that could then be customised by a player’s colour preference, every other feature of the face that screamed ‘handsome’ and ‘appealing’... you did it all, and you would not be yourself if you could not overcome this little blip.

“One more try…” you whispered to yourself and searched for the file on your computer that contained a user story and profile of the character you had been agonising over.

One click, another, and the document was up on the screen, revealing an initial concept sketch that you had made when you first proposed the man as a possible love interest for the main character in the simulator, as well as any facts about him, now being even further developed by the story-writers. Page after page, update after update the character in some ways felt more real than you, especially in your current deflated state. A gentleman, a sentimental soul, with what your colleague had called ‘four-dimensional’ traits and overall a funny, adorable sweetheart who at the click of a finger can turn into the sexiest man alive. There was nothing you did not like - aside from some details here and there that you were not sure who added but they had been approved so you had to deal with it, and that was problematic for your work since it meant that you were in the permanent state of wanting to do the character justice. You scrolled back up, starting at the brief, staring at the name as if it wasn’t already imprinted in your mind. Jeong Yunho.

The dance instructor and choreographer. The talented and hardworking man who the main character would meet third, on her eighth day in Seoul. Born on the twenty-third of March nineteen ninety-nine in the city of Gwangju, moving to Seoul to chase his dreams and fight for them. Special talents… skills… favourite phrases… preferences… key memories… you read on, re-absorbing the details and rearranging them on imaginary shelves, trying to make sense of the information in the context of character design. How were you going to depict all of this in a pair of eyes? A part of you was confident that you were overthinking - actually, you definitely were. Not a single other designer was on Yunho's creation, and developers were going to look at him not as a persona, as a representation of a being that had become real in your mind, but as a task to execute, lines of code to make him move in predetermined ways, make him talks in predetermined ways, smile… yes, you were excited to see him be just that bit more alive, but at the same time, you were afraid of that moment - it would be right then that the world you had subconsciously built for you and him alone would be shattered, and your daydreams dispelled, maybe even crushed. So, getting the eyes perfect right now was the least you could do. At least your Yunho would be perfect.

Swearing under your breath, you picked up the pen once more and twirled it once around your fingers. His personality was fresh on your mind, heart racing, you could almost imagine him in front of you. With a final nod of encouragement, you dived back in, with more vigour and motivation than before, determined to get Yunho right, and to depict him how he truly was, how you knew he should be. The time ticked past, and so did the layers of doubt. Erasing themselves along with strokes of the digital brushes that dissatisfied you, you were unveiling the true character, and with a light heart, a smile on your face and a saved file, leaned onto your desk and rested your head on your crossed arms, just for a quick break to relish in the fact that you finally achieved the look that you had been searching for…

“Hey, good morning you worker bee, what did I tell you about sleeping at your desk?”

You never thought you could yell, right after waking up, as loud as you did at that moment. Jolting up from your seat, forgetting all the papers, equipment and stationery that was strewn about on the table on which you had been dozing, you bolted away from the source of the voice. It had resounded far too close to you for comfort, belonged to no one whom you knew, and was dangerously sweet and slightly lower-set. Pleasant. But who the hell was in your apartment and how did they break in when you almost always double-locked your door? After building up a bit of distance, you finally looked up and rubbed the last bits of sleep from your eyes. The figure was lean, toned, considerably tall, perhaps even very tall, definitely a man, with dark hair and a face that was a bit too similar to-

Jeong Yunho. Jaw-dropping, you darted back to your tablet and computer, practically shaking the mouse, forcing the entire digital system to begrudgingly awaken at your command. You searched everywhere. The open file, others, older versions… nothing. No luck in finding what you had been working on. It was as if the Yunho you had been spending weeks developing had never existed, and all that you were left with and were staring at was a blank page, and the character, no, a whole man, right in front of you, supposedly living, breathing and in your room. You stood up straight, giving the not-quite-a-stranger but still a stranger a once over, while he, confused, had an eyebrow raised and a sheepish smile on his face. He looked adorable that way. Abashed to the point of cuteness - you recalled a game developer on your team describing the planned emotional response functionality in that way; it had been a hit, and now you were seeing, in person, why.

“Y-Yunho?” you whispered in disbelief, a hand hovering over your mouth while you were wondering whether you should officially report yourself to your boss for having succumbed to the delusions. Relief flashed over the beautiful man’s features when you mentioned his name, timidly, yes, but still, it was his name that you uttered.

“Yes, Y/N, that’s me, hey, don’t worry.”

“Y/N?” He knew your name. This was too real - a shriek erupted from what felt like the depths of your soul, and you shut your eyes, only to open them again and to see the same picture, but a little more zoomed in. He was approaching you. Code red, alert, alert, hot man of your dreams who you had been drawing all the time and were effectively being paid to thirst over was approaching you.

“Do you not remember me or something, are you okay? See I keep telling you to not sleep so late, it’s bad for you-”

“Look who’s talking, mister ‘time to text at two in the morning’,” It was a shot in the dark, a random recollection of facts that had been noted about Yunho, but that was true, since he stopped immediately, a dazzling smile on his face.

“Alright, alright, you got me. But hey, you answer me so we are in this together, right?” he countered, and winked.

“Yeah… and I should stop drinking coffee that late, it gives me some cursed… abilities…” you concluded cryptically, though Yunho did not seem to care much about the wording, taking it as your account of how easily you had been spooked by him.

After the initial wave of ‘stranger danger’ had subsided, instead being replaced by the odd conviction that the man before you truly was just the representation of the character for the simulator, you crossed your arms and regarded him more slowly, calmly while he approached the book cabinet that was filled to the brim with manga, manhwa, figurines, dolls, action figures… effectively the best representation of what had inspired you and continued to drive you to do what you were doing in your life now. He was dressed casually, in a zip-up grey hoodie and dark grey jeans. He had taken off his shoes and was in black socks that he stuffed into a pair of slippers - so in this reality, Yunho clearly was a regular guest. Scratching the back of your head, you wondered if this was a storyline that had been updated and you were unknowingly hallucinating.

“Well, uh, if you… if you want me to come by another time I don’t mind. Whatever works best for you…”

Oh. It finally clicked in your head, and your heart fluttered. The moment was stark and aching in your mind, and you were barely able to contain yourself, the subconscious fangirl in you fully awakening. The light flush of pink on his cheeks, those damn doe eyes that were so perfect, and were now looking right at you as if you were Yunho’s entire world, it was all a telltale sign for what was to happen later, and the past disappointment at having been woken up and having no more documents to present evaporated. This was another life, it had to be. One where you did not have to worry about the endless story points, bi-weekly sprints and one deliverable after another. Only a very precious Yunho who, while toying with the sleeve of his hoodie was pondering if he was even welcome.

“Hey! No, we were planning to hang out and we are going to. Sorry, you know how work is and it got to me this time. What shall we do then? Go out, stay in?” you amplified your sociability, putting the fantastical aspect of the circumstances on the back burner for future pondering.

Laying down the pen that you had absent-mindedly grabbed for self-defence, you stepped around the desk and towards Yunho, never once breaking the visual exchange, except when his gaze darted to the floor under your intensity. You had the advantage after all, of knowledge. You could sense, and could confirm by your universe, what exactly was going to happen. He was pretending to not be affected by your closeness, looking at the cabinet again, though the tone in which he spoke was vulnerable, every bit the dream guy you were imagining all this time. You could barely resist the urge to pinch his cheek - in fact, you made a mental note to yourself to check if that was a playable option in the game or not.

“Can we… stay in?”

“Take out?” if there was something you would not quite let him do, it would be to give him full power over the kitchen. Perhaps another time, but not when the dream was so magnificent.

“You bet! I’m buying this time-”

“Yun, c’mon.”

“Technically I am still the guest.”

“You are much more than a guest-” a pause, a blur within which Yunho was attempting to pick out the meaning behind the words which you had purposefully left to be ambiguous, just to mess with him a little bit. It was too sweet, “I mean, you practically live here at this point,” he groaned and playfully rolled his eyes while continuing to tap in the order to what was for sure meant to be your favourite restaurant in the neighbourhood.

You followed him into your living room. Everything was just as you had left it. Even Yunho’s presence was beginning to feel natural, probably because it had already been pretty much just as constant as him now physically falling onto the couch and leaning back to stretch an arm out over the back of it. Hell, you had even spent some evenings sketching him in this same room. As you settled beside him, while still keeping a little bit of distance - just as friends who were feeling not quite platonic would do, you realised that indeed, you were that close. You did know him ‘since forever’, and whatever this fever dream was, you had every right to enjoy it. So upon pulling your legs onto the couch and under you, you settled in and with a soft sigh began to set up the movie you were going to watch. Just like you and Yunho would do had he been an actual interest of yours.

As the food arrived and was promptly devoured, and you were midway through the film, you found Yunho slowly but surely gravitating towards you. First, it was with an outstretched hand when he was trying to imitate a character on the screen, then with him sitting ever so slightly closer when there was supposedly a ‘spooky moment’ even though you knew full well that out of the two of you, you were the one who would not dare enter a haunted house again, and finally, under the pretence of ‘wanting to show you a funny meme on his phone’ he sat right next to you, thighs flush against each other, arm resting on the sofa right behind your head. You could not help but lean into the warmth, attracted to it, comforted. You knew Yunho inside and out, and if there was anyone who you would trust like this, it would be him. He had seen you at your worst - crying in the office bathrooms when during your early days at the company you had been humiliated by your old boss (who, thankfully, had been promptly fired), and had seen you at your best - your award-winning presentation and proof of concept for an innovative life simulation game, selected as a showpiece for the company at a major global conference. He was always there. Be it on your phone, in a sketchbook, or on your laptop - he was always there, cheering you on. There was no difference between then and now, except that now you could allow your head to rest against his broad chest, hearing the soothing beating of his heart behind the cotton fabrics, feeling how his hand dropped to trace random, intricate shapes on your shoulder while his eyes stayed glued to the television screen.

You could sense that he was afraid to look at you, or at least of what he would think or do if he were to do so. He was warm. Very warm. Maybe too warm. You looked up, noting the adorable redness of his ears that appeared only in particular instances: either he just woke up from deep sleep which was not the case, or he had violently shaken his head and rubbed his ears - another no, or he was embarrassed and shy. Bingo. There it was. You nuzzled against him and swore you could feel his entire body stiffen. Just like when a cat makes a person ‘ the chosen one’ by lying on their lap and said person almost forgets to breathe, you nearly knocked consciousness out of Yunho, it seemed.

“What’s up?” you mumbled, noting that Yunho straightened his back, sitting in an unnatural position.

“I, uh, nothing, it’s nothing,” he responded, clearing his throat, still not daring to look to the side to face you.

A pause. That was his character - you nodded to yourself. He had always been like this. Sympathy through the roof but when it came to his openness - he far from often strayed into that field. It would take quite a bit of coaxing, or, somehow easier, waiting for the right moment. So wait you did, comfortably resting against Yunho, insistent that he return to his previously unwinded state. Before you could snake your hand around him to pull his hood up, your friend suddenly shot up, mumbling something about it being too stuffy, or too hot, and tugged the article of clothing off.

All would be fine and dandy if he was not built how he was - and you knew it better than anyone, however strange it was to admit. After all, you had been the one to pick and sketch out his physique, knowing every muscle, curve and edge. As he fumbled with the sleeves, you took in his form, mouth agape as you saw what you had only perceived two-dimensionally, now in live action, and somehow being the one case of where the transition was impeccable if not better. If he were to turn at any moment, he would bear witness to your disturbingly dedicated scrutiny. But at the same time, what could a digital artist and designer do when a handsome man was right before them? Exactly. It was practically a duty to perceive; if not for personal interests (which you would be a liar if you were to say you did not have them), then at least for science. He looked too good in the dark grey graphic t-shirt, which, despite it being slightly oversize, did its beautiful work by revealing his perfectly toned arms. When you noticed him being in the process of turning back, you peeled your gaze away and back to the movie, not sure where in the storyline you even were, nor what the actors were saying. Patting the space next to you, you beckoned Yunho back. This time, he was calmer in his demeanour, falling back and letting you fall into him, with him, for him - and he was right there to catch you.

Action scene after action scene turned into a blur, dialogue was static that you were not bothered to discern while you focused on Yunho’s breathing. Shallower than before, but still comforting. Who would have thought that you would be cuddling with your dream man when a mere few hours ago you were holed up behind your desk, with a cramped and stiff neck, an exhausted hand and equally tired eyes? Eyelids grew heavier, and you wondered if it would be long before you would fall asleep again, and wake up alone, as usual; a bitter smile settled on your lips when the realisation hit you, earning you a perplexed glance from Yunho and a poke in your side.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Definitely something, he turned to you, studying your every movement. The action led him to detangle himself from you, leading you to shiver a little from the lack of his body heat, “ah wait are you cold now? I- wait, here, hoodie?”

“Thanks.”

Him. In every thread. The scent of clean laundry, cotton, and fabric softener. There was something so magical in it, soothing. You wanted to float in the aroma and this moment forever. Pulling the hoodie tighter around you, you pretended to not notice the adoration that was blatantly obvious in Yunho’s expression. He watched as you pushed up the sleeves a little bit, crossed your legs and looked back at him. Your friend, your muse and subject was nervous, and it did not need a trained professional to figure it out. The tale was climbing to a peak, and the main characters had to face it together. You waited for him, mellowness across your features as you played with one of the hoodie’s drawstrings.

Yunho looked at you, and something about the purity, and hopefulness within him made you think of the very first drawings you had made on post-its in the middle of a conference. Bored out of your mind, your mind wandered back to pondering the new project you had been assigned - the dating simulator. Idea after idea had been proposed for the characters, but not a single one stuck. Everyone was at a standstill until he came along. A breathtaking blessing, just like he was now. Silence settled like snow, only to be broken by a short hum, and Yunho taking the risk you had been wishing for.

“I… I know it has only been a few months but… I really don’t think I can be friends with you anymore, Y/N,” you tilted your head as he put his hands on his lap, fingers repeatedly messing with the material of his sweatpants - his attempt to soothe himself. You, on the other hand, were oddly calm. Simply waiting for the events to unfold and for you to embrace them with the fullest heart. While he was searching for the right words to say, you placed a hand over his, waking him from rumination. A weak smile was replaced by determination, truth spilling from his soul.

“I like you too much. Really. I would not be able to keep my distance even if I tried.”

“Well I think you are a bit too far away right now, Yun,” with a wave of boldness having washed over you, you acted on instinct, leaning towards the beautiful, infinitely precious man until he could not look away, captivated by your proximity, your glimmering eyes, your acceptance.

“Huh?” the sound was barely audible, an echo lost to the tension. You ran a finger over his jawline, instantly seeing his expression darken with another reverberating, deep sensation.

“We should seal the deal, shouldn’t we?” remaining cryptic, you inched closer and closer until you could pick apart the flicks of lighter mahogany in those stunning irises - you wanted to shake your hand for having persevered to finish them in the drawing. Truly, one of a kind.

“What-”

“Oh just kiss me already-”

That phrase you did not need to tell Yunho twice. Finally catching on, he was the first to destroy the distance between you, capturing your lips with his and letting his hand find purchase in your hair, digits running through it, caressing you, guiding you into a shared rhythm. He was as sweet as vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. An intoxicating, ecstatically overwhelming daze that consumed you whole. You saw the sketches flash before you, burning one by one to fuel the desire building for Yunho, for you, for the two of you together. It felt right, it felt real. Arms over his shoulders, you allowed him to pull you into his lap, embrace you and pepper the softest kisses on your cheeks, and your neck, finding the path back to your lips. You felt more alive than ever with the electricity coursing through your newfound intimacy. Nothing existed. This universe was Yunho, and you could not be happier. Better than in any story that you or your co-workers could develop, better than in any fairytale, the oddity transformed into eternity. This was a dream you wanted to remain in for as long as you-

Saying it was hard to wake up was an understatement. Your entire body had been aching from having fallen asleep in an awkward position over your drawing tablet, you had slept past your alarms and as such had only fifteen minutes to cram getting ready and leaving for the office, and upon checking your schedule you had the ‘pleasure’ of having three more meetings being crammed into it, reducing your lunch break to what was a near null. With a sigh, you moved away from your space, dragging your tired body to your first official interaction of the day after having sat at your desk for a couple of hours, already dreading it. The new CEO - whoever they were, was the ‘I want to know all the details and be one with the teams’ type, how joyful, you wondered how long that would last.

It was hard to find the motivation, especially after a dream such as yours. It kept on revolving in your head, pressing down on you, making you reminisce the gentle caresses, the sweet words and actions, the delightful kiss that you had managed to just have the time to experience with Yunho. You were seeing your character in an entirely new light, already having reworked some ideas for the possible special event outfits and spammed your close colleagues who were working on the storyline with some ideas about how Yunho could have even better depth and as such, engagement from prospective users. Perhaps for this meeting with authority you just needed to tap into your delusions and it would be good enough - at least they were productive for once.

While you were setting up the presentation, the rest of your immediate team began to file in, giving you excited waves that you returned with an unprecedented warmth. Pleasant chatter, discussion of possibility, mention of just how special it was that this dating simulator game project was the one the CEO had chosen to see today… you were feeling confident. Whoever this person was going to be, you were going to give your best and-

The door opened. Heads turned. Greetings, bows - all forms of politeness that could be expressed being delivered. People standing up, while you stood up taller by the board, the title slide behind you. You raised your head, only for time to slow down and freeze entirely. Your hold on the clicker tightened, and the only person aside from you who existed at that moment was the newcomer. The CEO. Greeting others with a smile and with equally as elegant bows. Every bit the gentleman in his tailored suit, hair swept back and impeccably styled. Jeong Yunho.

This had to be some kind of joke, right? Was this a dream? The stinging remaining after you pinched your arm slapped you back into reality. No. This Yunho was definitely real. But who was the one you-... the one you started dating? The one who you were way more than colleagues or friends with? Before your mind could accelerate into panicked rumination, his gaze stopped at you, and you could sense everyone else’s attention drift to you too. You were under his spotlight. Melting under what was nothing but kindness in his eyes.

“L/N Y/N, right? I heard a lot about you,” his grin was making you dizzy, memories of his taste resurfacing and sending heat to your cheeks, giving them a light dusting of pink.

“Good things, I hope?” you managed, he chuckled, and sent you a wink before sitting down on his chair.

“The best. I am really looking forward to this,” a playful tease.

“Glad to know this.”

“I heard you made quite a few new developments, how did that happen?” you knew what he was getting at, and that made you feel secure. So it was the same Yunho. That precious Yunho who had confessed to you, the one who had come to life and was now part of yours, by some odd twist of fate had appeared in your company, and was now right in front of you, eager and in love. You smirked while twisting to check the slide one last time, well aware that his only focus ever would be you.

“Came to me in a dream.”

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Bucket of Surprise

✴ Summary: To say you're surprised is an understatement when a student's prank has led to you breaking down in private. Yunho would rather drown in your tears than let you cry on any longer. ✴ Characters: PE Teacher!Jeong Yunho x Teacher!reader ✴ Genre: Hurt Comfort ✴ Warnings: Kinda bullying, not really. ✴ Word Count: 744 ✴ A/N: Just a little short writing for my friend!!

“I’m so sorry; he made me do it.”

Yunho’s eyes were uncharacteristically widened as he stared at your figure drowned in ice-cold water. The students laughed at you while the culprit looked ashamed of what he had been dared to do. You were shocked, to say the least. You did not think your students would do this to you, as most behaved well. You did not know whether to scold them or run off unprofessionally in embarrassment.

“Uh,” Yunho began, grabbing one of the extra towels he had laid out for students that may need it. He was a well-prepared PE teacher, one many students were fond of. His priority at this moment was to get you out of the room and dried up before you caught a cold. The room had air conditioning, so the longer you stayed, the more susceptible you got.

He swiftly asked the teacher that walked in to collect their group of students to watch over the remaining kids before grasping your hand in his larger one. With a soft ‘come with me,’ the two of you left the room with kids oohing scandalously at both of you.

He took you to his office, where he grabbed an extra set of clothes for you to change into. You stayed quiet the entire time; the situation continuously played in your head, leading you to question why your student did that to you. Why were you the victim? They said they did not mean to, but it happened; that was something that could not be changed. Were you overthinking this? It was an innocent prank, after all. You were not physically harmed, so you thought you could let it go—

“Hey, change into these. The bathroom is across the hall; will you be okay?”

Maybe it was because of how gentle Yunho’s voice sounded, but the tears you unknowingly collected at the bottom of your eyes began to spill. Yunho frantically tried to reassure you. He did not know exactly how to handle this but he did his damnest to calm you down.

“We can scold them later! You’re okay! Look, it��s my fault that I let this happen. If I had been more observant I would have noticed and prevented it from happening.”

“What are you talking about?” you sniffled.

He pulled you into a hug, startling you since this kind of display of affection was reserved only for outside of work.

“Yun-”

“Shhh. Just take it in. I know how you feel very comforted by my hugs.”

So you listened to him and squeezed your arms around him tightly. You were going the milk the love out of him from this hug that would otherwise had to wait until you got home. The two of you were silent until you realized you got his clothes wet too. You immediately pulled away.

“I’m sorry—” he cut you off again.

“Princess, it’s okay. Just go, and get cleaned up. We have one more class and then it’s the end of day. Let’s get through this so we can get out and I will treat you to something good. How about it?”

You laughed gleefully, nodding as you pulled away. You liked the idea a lot. Getting to spend time with your favorite puppy and getting to eat good food was always a hit for you. So you made haste with changing out of your wet clothes and into his extra set.

When the two of you walked back to the gym, your arms folded before your chest.

“Alright, now I need you all to cooperate and tell me whose idea this was. Either the entire class is being punished, or you tell me who it is, and I’ll only punish that one person.”

A few students were quick to spout out a name. Yunho wrote up a slip for the kid and instructed them to go to the principal’s office.

With that resolved, you started to gather your students and made your way out of the gym. You sent Yunho a sweet smile, then waited for your students to all exit the room to blow a flying kiss his way. The way he caught it and smacked his palm against his lips as if that was you kissing him made you laugh. You gave him a wave before leading your students back to the classroom for the last period.

Neither you nor Yunho could wait for the end of the day.

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tsukisrants · 6 months

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Pretty Please - Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.275

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), Rough Oral sex, Face-Fucking, Verbal Degradation, Hair-pulling, Name-calling, Praise, Manhandling, Facial, Cum-play, Possessive behavior, Sex on camera, Face-slapping.

“He needs to have you.

To see you under him and remind you of your place. “

smut under the cut

There’s something about him.

About Yunho.

It's probably the way he starts to undress when he's angry or nervous.

Not necessarily with you, but in this case, I imagine you may have made him angry or even jealous.

Maybe because he saw you talking to Seonghwa. You two laughing together and being so close.

He feels a little threatened, or more than anything, he's so possessive that he can't imagine or think of seeing you close to anyone else: you're his.

His, and only his.

You belong to him.

You've come home after talking and having a small fight in the car.

You know he's jealous, and you've already explained to him that he has no reason to be.

He trusts you, he really does.

Yunho would never think of you as a cheater or doubt the love that he knows you have for him. Still, it’s like an itch.

He needs to have you.

To see you under him and remind you of your place.

As soon as you step inside your house, you try to speak.

"Shut up," he growls.

You startle, but nod.

A faint "sorry" still escapes you.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Quiet," he retorts.

As he takes off his jacket and throws it on the floor, he looks at you.

His gaze so deep and dark that you can feel the weight of it on your skin.

"On your knees," Yunho orders you.

You fall on the ground.

You look up at Yunho from below.

He towers over you, running a hand through his hair.

He unfastens his belt. He grabs a part of it and uses it to stroke your cheek.

To caress it, and you feel the smell of leather filling your nose and making you dizzy with it.

It’s addicting.

Then, catching you off guard, he uses it to slap you.

You gasp and flinch.

You move your knees and get closer to him.

He unzips his pants. You watch, lost in every little movement he makes.

Yunho’s hands moving, his rings shining under the dim light of the room.

"M-more..." you whisper.

He laughs.

He does it while taking off his shirt.

Then, his gaze becomes much darker.

"What do you say?"

You gasp.

“P-please, more..."

He satisfies you.

He uses the belt to slap you again, and the shiver that runs through your body is so damn dirty.

So perverse, and you want more.

You need more.

Yunho reads it in your eyes as he rubs the belt on your closed lips.

Then, he grows tired of your silly little game. He wants more.

He needs more.

"Do you want my cock?" he asks.

You nod, grabbing onto his pants with your hands. You want it so much.

"Whose? Mine? Or maybe this whore would like anyone's cock, huh? Will any cock do, little slut?"

You shake your head, desperate.

Tears in your eyes, you deny it.

You deny it because it's only him you want. Only Yunho can have you.

"N-no! No, only yours. P-please. I only want you, o-only want Yuyu’s cock..."

He smiles.

He grabs his phone from the back pocket of his pants.

Yunho’s opens the camera, and you widen your eyes. You don't stop. You keep begging him.

"Your tongue," he says. "Stick out your tongue."

You do it. You look at him, your tongue out and drops of saliva running down from it.

He touches himself over his boxers, finally abandoning his pants to his ankles.

Then, he lowers them too. His cock collides with your face, hard and shiny.

The red and wet tip pulsates in front of your lips. In front of your tongue.

He holds the camera while, grabbing himself, he rubs his cock on your face.

On your cheeks, on your lips, until he slams it several times on your tongue.

"Kiss it," he orders.

You kiss it. You kiss his cock, licking it all the way. You go down, licking every part of him.

“Good girl. Show me how much you like it. Make out with my cock, slut.”

 Yunho’s words sting you in the best way possible. They make your panties even wetter and your pussy even needier.

You follow his orders, because how could you not?

You lick it, you rub your tongue all over the shaft of his cock, making it as messy as possible for him.

"You’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you? Do you like it? Do you want it in your mouth?"

You nod, desperate.

“Then ask nicely for it,” Yunho grunts, pushing your head down.

“P-please. Pretty please, M-may I? May I have it?”

He doesn’t answer, he just forces the tip of it in your mouth and touches the rest of his cock while you keep him warm, recording the scene.

"Say my name. Look at the camera and say my name, princess."

You look up. Going back up his length, you repeat his name like a litany.

You beg him, telling him how much you want him.

"This mouth is mine, isn't it? Just a warm hole for me to fuck, little one. Don't worry," he whispers.

Yunho strokes your hair.

He finally sinks into your mouth. All the way down.

He pushes his cock against your tongue and down, until it collides with your throat.

"I'll fill you up, I'll fill this slutty hole up. Suck it, and don't you dare look away. Look at the camera while you choke on my cock, Y/n," you hear him moan.

It's all so damn dirty.

You gasp and moan.

You whine with your mouth full of his cock.

Your mouth stretched out, you feel the pain of it in you cheeks.

You take it all: you lick it and taste the salty flavor.

You let Yunho use you and let the tears fall from your eyes.

You never look away from the camera.

You put on a good show for him, clenching your legs as you think about him touching himself over the footage, or showing it to his friends.

He fucks your mouth for a while. Until he starts to feel pleasure slipping out of his control.

"Where do you want it? In your mouth or on your face?” he manages to say.

In response, you step back and stick out your tongue, using your hand to bring him to his peak.

He grabs your hair and pulls it forcefully.

It hurts.

It hurts so good.

"Say it. If you want my cum on your face, you have to ask for it like a polite little girl," he growls.

You tremble and his body is seized by spasms: he is close. So close.

"C-cum on my face," you plead.

You say it proudly, almost smiling.

"F-fuck!"

White spurts cover your tongue.

Yunho’s cock throbs in your hands, and he comes abundantly on your face, again and again.

It’s sticky and salty and such a comfortable weight on your flushed face.

It drips down your cheeks and lips, and you move your tongue to collect as much of his cum as you can.

He helps you: rubbing his thumb on your face and feeding it to you.

“You better not waste it, baby. I made it for you, didn’t I?” Yunho says with a fucked out expression and a smirk on his pretty face.

Every drop is fed to you and pushed between your swollen lips, and you drink it all.

When you’re all cleaned up and with a full tummy, Yunho turns the camera.

He kneels in front of you and kisses you.

"You’re the only one I love, you know?" you ask.

"I know."

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yuyusuyu · 1 month

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birthday wish!

pairing. non idol! jeong yunho x gn! reader

synopsis. after a hard day of work, yunho returns to his apartment to the sight of you holding a candle and a singular cook in your hand

genres/aus. non idol au, hinted best friends to something more, fluff, slight comedy

warnings. none that i can think of! lmk if there is anything i need to add!

rating. sfw

wc. 0.5k (IKKK, this is so short compared to my other bday drabbles but it just felt right for it to be short and sweet)

a/n. SUPERRRRR late birthday post for yunho my love :(( i am just so busy and tired from uni ! and i forgot to queue it HAFAHFH i do have a yunho drabble to post whenever i have time to queue !

reblogs and comments are appreciated! it helps with not getting shadowbanned!

YUNHO STARES AT YOU WITH WIDE EYES, COMPLETELY SURPRISED. the sight of you standing in front of him is… well, surprising. it’s so late at night, one in the morning to be exact, and he’s just come home yet you're standing there, wide awake. it’s just s… surprising. he’s thought about it a million times now but it’s true.

how are you here? right now? awake?

it’s a pleasant surprise, one where warmth seeps into his tired bones. you’re a pleasant sight for sore eyes right now. a comfortable aura that lets his shoulders relax.

but the most surprising thing of all is the way you’re holding…

“a cookie and a candle?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

you laugh through your nose, “uh, yeah. yeah, a cookie.” before yunho can ask what for, you continue, “for your birthday. since, well, you know, you left a cake rotting in your fridge for months last year…”

right, it’s his birthday.

“um…” yunho sets his bag down by the door and pads over to you, standing right in front of you. “well, i forgot about it and… one thing lead to another…”

you snort at this and roll your eyes. “uh-huh, totally. you can just admit that you didn't want to eat it, bud. i won’t say a word.”

“i honestly forgot about it, y/n!” the look on your face tells him that you don’t believe him to which he huffs, “okay, fine, don’t believe me then… how did you get in here?”

“yeosang let me in,” you reply, shrugging, “now if you could kindly blow the candle out before the wax starts burning my fingers, i would greatly appreciate it.”

yunho giggles and dips his head down, brown eyes staring into the small fire of the candle. you can see the gold-orange specks that are reflected in his eyes, swimming about. you think that he looks pretty like this.

and he glances at you briefly, eyes darting back to the star-shaped candle you hold. the orange light illuminates your features, almost matching the brightness your smile exudes—he thinks you look pretty like that.

“yun, hurry—” your complaint falls and stays at the tip of your tongue, your curious eyes watching as yunho closes his eyes and quickly blows the candle out, plunging you two into the darkness.

well, not quite—a light glow from the hallway illuminates the living room just the tiniest bit. it’s enough for you to be able to see yunho, who smiles at you. it’s a smile so infectious that you wear one on your lips as well.

“so,” you grin, pinching his cheek softly, “what did you wish for?”

“oh… well,” he pauses and stares at you for a second, “it’s a secret. can’t tell you if i want it to come true.”

though, as he watches you laugh and agree with him, yunho has a feeling that his wish will come true. after all, he just wished for you to wish him a happy birthday like this for years to come.

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hwasdvlly · 8 months

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Be With You | j.yunho

➳ summary: he takes his lover on a date with a furry friend.

➳ pairing: yunho x fem!reader

➳ genres: romance, fluff, and slice of life

➳ word count: 0.7k words

➳ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!yunho, non-idol!reader, cute moments, childhood friends, a lovely doggie

➳ a/n: tysm for having me reach 100 followers! i decided to write something wholesome and it's with puppy yunho

Today’s going to be a fun day for Yunho.

He has on his Spiderman graphic t-shirt, denim pants, and sneakers. The tall, handsome man drives to his girlfriend’s place because he is going on a date. Before debuting in ATEEZ, Yunho met someone who was his best friend at first and soon became his one and only lover. He even wanted his soulmate to have something while he was away overseas.

So, he adopted a precious and super cute golden retriever as a gift.

You and Yunho named the dog Zzangmon.

The golden retriever is a very hyperactive boy who shares the same energy as his dad. You thought it was intentional because Atinys and the guys would say Yunho is like a big puppy. It turns out to be his idea for a long time. Nevertheless, you are grateful that Yunho recused the sweet fluffball.

Zzangmon has been Atiny’s favorite dog friend. The workers of KQ Entertainment and the big boss adores him. You picked out his name after Yunho’s TEEZMON because he brings positive vibes whenever you are down or full of stress.

After driving to your apartment, Yunho was greeted by his double with four legs. “Zzang! Appa missed you!” The idol sits on the floor to pet the mess out of the golden retriever. He gave his furry prince kisses and all of the love that was missed for half a year.

“Someone’s excited to see appa.” You got out of your room in your cute casual wear clothes. You can tell Zzangmon acts differently whenever Yunho visits. The fluffball is calm with you but a burst of energy with Yunho.

“I am too!” He hugs his furry prince by the neck and sees his tail wagging like crazy.

Soon enough, Yunho puts on a harness and a leash on Zzangmon. “Okay! Onward to the convenience store!” He shouted with his fist raised in the air.

You opened the door and stepped outside with a backpack filled with Zzangmon’s essentials. Yunho is about to walk before Zzangmon, but he gets surprised when his dog pulls him forward with a strong force. Yunho almost fell face-first to the ground. You couldn’t hold your laughter because seeing your love’s shocked face was hilarious.

Yunho puts a hand over his heart. “He has gotten bigger and stronger!” He is astounded by the furry prince. You skipped up to Yunho and hugged his arm. You lay your head onto his bicep because he is much taller than you.

“He also remembers his appa.” You stated, which amazed your boyfriend.

His doe-like eyes widen. “You’re right! I am surprised that he does.” He watches Zzangmon walk so freely like there is no care in the world. You tell Yunho about an article that you read a while back. “It stated that canines can remember people from their scent. So, Zzangmon must’ve caught your scent, despite being miles apart.” After giving the information to Yunho, he is impressed and overjoyed by how smart his dog is. He also feels thankful that are you with him. Even when times are rough, he would be thinking of you.

He places a kiss on the crown of your head. You quickly look up at him with a flustered expression. Yunho smirks so handsomely that your face is red as a rose. He can be affectionate in public and in private, and it’ll make you extremely bashful.

Once the trio arrived in the city, you went to a convenience store. Yunho stayed outside with Zzangmon as he waited for you. Suddenly, two Atinys spotted the idol and the dog in the streets. They went up to the pair and politely asked Yunho to take a photo with him. The idol happily accepts the request. He also allowed his fans to give pets to Zzangmon.

While that’s happening, you witness the interaction from the inside as you pay for the items. You smiled at your generous boyfriend. He is so kind-hearted to his fans and everyone else around him. It’s one of the many reasons why you love Yunho. Regardless of his idol life, he is still the same friendly boy you met in middle school.

You thanked the cashier, and exited the store to notify Yunho that you bought his favorite snacks and drinks. You also purchased some snacks for yourself because it’s going to be a long yet nice day at the park, especially for Zzangmon.

On the way there, you fed Yunho chips. You don’t mind babying him because he enjoys it, and he does get whiny if you just leave him on the spot. In essence, you have two golden retrievers in your life.

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woncon · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 6

Corn Maze

(but it's actually a corn field)

🎃 yunho x gn!reader

🎃 thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣

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"No, not that way!"

The cow seemed unconcerned by your protests, craning her neck and taking a step closer to the mysterious field: the cornfield. Abigail had always been picky, sensitive to the soil and the quality of the grass, so you had to pay special attention to find tasty food for her. You herded her where the grass was tender and she could eat in peace. But by this time you'd got so far from the farm that you were brushing the neighbor's property line, the cornfield. And Abigail was intrigued by the prospect of a new delicacy.

"Over my dead body!" You blocked the cow's path. She gave a long, unhappy bellow and tried to go around you. You stepped in front of her again, opened your arms and looked at her defiantly. "You can't trample the crops. Turn around!"

She twirled her ears, the bell tingling in protest around her neck as she tossed her head a little. Her nose nudged you gently, and you knew that even with all your determination, you could not outmatch the strength of a cow that size. You could have easily distracted a calf, but not the macabre Abigail.

Luckily, Yunho showed up to bail you out of your predicament. He was carrying a large canvas sack, his shirt rolled up, the veins in his upper arms bulging. When he noticed you struggling with the cow, he furrowed his brows and smiled, his heart filled with warmth. Here were his favorite things from your dad's farm: you and Abigail.

He whistled. Abigail immediately jerked her head towards him. Yunho always gave her little treats. She wasn't disappointed this time either, the boy reached into the bag and held an apple in his hand. It was ripe, green, and for free. No longer interested in the yellow countryside, Abigail bobbed up to Yunho, accepting the snack, then rubbed her head to his hand gratefully.

"I'm sorry she almost stepped in the produce."

"Don't you usually keep bait with you?"

"I do. I had a small head of cabbage, but she stole it from me." You didn't look Yunho in the eye. So he must have known that your good heart got the better of you, and you gave the food to the begging cow yourself.

"Then it's a good thing my father hired me to bring you supplies."

Yunho's family had only one cow, an old, peaceful animal. They grew plants and traded with the surrounding farms. They provided all kinds of crops for you in return for milk and eggs.

"Yes, very good."

You were on your way back. Abigail clung to Yunho's side, snuggled close to him, watching his every move hopefully. She got another apple.

"How can I ever thank you for your help?"

Yunho laughed. Not because you were being ridiculous, but because you were so kind and innocent that it simply elicited that reaction. If he hadn't laughed, he would have told you how much he liked you.

"Do you insist?"

"Of course. But I don't have a lot of money saved up, so please be chivalrous."

"Money? No, no. Even our fathers don't trade in money."

"What would you like? Do you want a jug of milk? Gladly. As soon as we get back-"

"No, I don’t. My help is a theoretical value, difficult to measure in physical products."

"Then?"

"Kiss me."

You stopped dead in your tracks. For a few moments there was only Abigail's monotonous chewing and the late afternoon wind playing with the grass.

"Excuse me?"

"Here." Yunho pointed at his face.

You must do every task to the best of your ability and be grateful for everything, that's what your father taught you, so you didn't hesitate any longer, you stepped closer, leaned to the tall boy's face and pecked it shyly.

The taste of salty sweat remained on your lips. It wasn't bad. But your heart was beating so hard you thought it would burst out.

"Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome. Now we're even."

You continued your way back home.

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~Beautiful Stranger~

CHAPTER 3: A Gala, and a Mission

Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU

Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.

Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning. SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER (probably not good smut, it's my first time writing it and I got nervous). Self-Doubt is hinted at. Let me know if I'm missing anything

taglist: @legohwa, @hwaightme, @starillusion13

w/c: 4929

a/n: I got inspired to write at midnight so this is what happened. This is my first time writing anything NSFW it's not a super long part but it's there. Thank you guys for the support! Hope you're having a good time reading. I'm having a lot of fun with it. Thank you to Sky and Bai who constantly listen to me babble about dumb things and get ideas for this series, couldn't do it without you guys, your friendship is something I'm most grateful for. (also Sky told me to add the smut...hehe) okay, I'll stop rambling.

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“We’ve gotta find a way to get you into that Gala, it’ll be the perfect opportunity to plant the device we need to take out the security systems.” The 8 men met around the table.

“I think the bigger question is who do we send into the gala?” Seonghwa started.

“Actually I think the question is how many?” Hongjjong looked up. “We need at least San and Yunho there, we could probably use Mingi and Wooyoung as well.”

“But if y/n is there it might get suspicious if myself and Yunho show up.”

“Who?” Hongjoong looked at the tall man remaining silent. “I thought we agreed no relationships.”

“Oh come on hyung this is great she works at the museum and…oh my god” Wooyoung stood up.

“What?” Yunho and Hongjoong looked at him.

“Y/n! She can get Yunho is as her date, she’s always complaining about everyone bringing their partners to these things, and the employees get a plus one!”

“Wooyoung if she realizes what we do she’ll call the police in an instant.” Yunho hissed. “Besides we’re not dating, and we won’t be.”

“Oh so she works there?” Hongjoong looked at Yunho…glaring the man down.

“I-It’s just for show. She’ll never suspect me if we’re talking. I don’t even….I don’t even have feelings for her.”

“That’s not true at all. He's totally hung up on her, he asks me about her all the time. She’s really handy and I’m almost done with the painting and it’s not like anyone can tell the difference and then we lay low for a while until the next one comes in.” Wooyoung looked at him.

“It’s just for show Wooyoung! She has to believe it’s real so you do too!” he stood up from his spot on the table.

“Say you don’t mean it.” Wooyoung looked at the table. “Tell me you aren’t hurting my best friend just stringing her along.”

“So what, you don’t have to face her never talking to you again as you set her up on another failed blind date. Sorry Wooyoung looks like you’re the asshole again”

“Okay you two that’s enough” Seonghwa stood up

“And what about her feelings! She called me and told me about how special that first date was and you’re just going to let her be heartbroken? Never trust anyone again?”

“Why do you care so much Wooyoung?”

“Because she deserves someone who could give her the world!!” he threw his sketchbook at the man and San caught his arm. “I thought you’d do that for someone but apparently you just want to die a lonely old man!”

“Okay adjourned for today.” Hongjoong dismissed the group before it could get anymore heated, they didn’t need a brawl like last time.

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“Hello?” I answered my phone. “Woo it’s 3am.”

“Break up with your boyfriend.”

“Huh?” I groaned. “Wooyoung what are you on about right now?”

“He doesn’t deserve you and I don’t want you getting hurt. Dump him like the sack of shit he’s being.”

“Okay Woo. I’ll get right on that.” I moved my phone away. “I’m not going to be in between your fight so whatever it is, figure it out.”

“Please y/n……I couldn’t stand it if you got hurt.”

“I appreciate the concern Woo…we aren’t dating ok? He’s just some guy I'm seeing.”

“You like him though right? Like a lot?”

“Yeah. I thought that was obvious.” I blushed a little.

“And you’d say yes if he asked you to be his girlfriend?”

“I’m not…opposed to the idea.”

“I just want someone that’s right for you.”

“And weren’t you the one who set us up because you think he IS the right one? Woo I really don’t want to talk about this right now, it’s late I’m tired and you’re obviously very upset right now. Later ok? You don’t have to be worried.”

“You mean a lot to me y/n.”

“So you’d tell me if he actually did something to warrant a break up right?”

“Yes.” he sighed.

“I’m…I’m going to invite him to the Gala so I don’t have to work it this year.”

“y/n…I don’t know it…nevermind. You’ll be happier if you go.”

“You can come too Woo…if you want…I can probably swipe a few invites from work.”

“You? Steal from work?”

“Oh I’ve nabbed a few of those cheesy keyrings and cheap stuff before it’s fine.” I smiled. “Then you can keep an eye on us or whatever, ok?”

“Okay……..y/n?”

“Yes Wooyoung….I love you too.” I smiled into the phone.

“Yeah…I love you.” He hung up. Why did she have to be so happy with him.

“Last day for RSVP ladies.” Marcus said making his rounds. “Y/n I assume we can count on you working?”

“Actually I’m bringing someone thank you very much. I’ve been seeing him for a while now so I’ll have you know we’re coming together.”

“You?....Really.”

“Yes really.” I sighed. “Just because I don’t act like it I have been seeing someone.”

“Oh yeah he has a nice car too.” Lizz nodded. “Definately Mr. Moneybags.”

“Well….I look forward to meeting him.” he said incredulously.

“Yeah I’m sure.” I looked away and back to the computer as Marcus left.

“Is he actually coming?” Liz asked.

“I haven’t asked him yet.” I sighed and hit my head on the desk. “ow.”

Did I wait until practically the last second to ask Yunho to come with me…yes. Did he fortunately say yes. Thank God he did! Oh man it’s a good thing he’s rich or else I don’t think he’d have a suit ready in time.

“Do you have a dress?” he asked over the phone.

“No but I can get one it’s no big-”

“I’ll have someone send one over, you have to look good don’t you.” he chuckled into the receiver. That low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. Just what has this man done to me already. “Let me know when you get it. This weekend right?”

“Yeah it’s this weekend.”

“Luckily I’m very free this weekend. I’ll see you then beautiful.” he hung up.

“Everything was working out” they both thought, for various reasons.

When the dress came a few days later I swore there was a mistake. I stood there with the man for a good 20 minutes telling him he had the wrong person, house, whatever. I couldn’t believe my eyes it…it’s too much.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I yelled into my phone. “This is way too much.”

“Think of it as a gift. You deserve a nice dress don’t you.”

“Yunho this is too much, way too fancy.”

“Nothing is too much for you.” Did he mean that? He felt no guilt when it came to spending money on her, in fact sometimes he wanted to ask Wooyoung if he thought she’d like what he was looking at…but those feelings weren’t real…they couldn’t be, this is just for a job.

“Yunho there is very much a thing as too much. Especially for me.”

“I’ll pick you up in 2 hours, can’t wait to see it on you.” he smiled.

2 Hours…oh god I’m never going to be ready in time “EMMA!” I called out. “Code Six!...See you babe” I hung up the word slipping out.

“Coming!!” she called from downstairs. “How much time?”

“2 Hours.” I looked at her.

“Lucky me, you just got out of the shower. Okay strip back down, you’re going to knock his pants off.” she smiled.

“It’s knock your socks off.”

“Honey when I’m done, you’ll be lucky you’re both wearing clothing.” she smiled and got to work. “Oh my this is a nice dress. Yeah…def a code six. Okay sit still.”

2 Hours flies by when you really don’t want it to. I felt like I just picked up the phone to call him and now here I am in the most gorgeous black dress I’ve ever worn, it had sleeves so I wouldn’t be too cold, a deep plunge in the front that was just enough it wasn’t a scandal, and a leg split up to my thigh. I wore the best pair of black heels I owned and Emma did a great, beautiful, fantastic job on my hair and makeup. Now all that’s left is-

“Y/n! Your boy toy is here.” Becka called out.

“Coming Becks!” I put in my earrings and left to hear the already long start of the interrogation he was receiving from all 4 of my new parents. “Okay you guys that’s enough, you’ll see him later at the event now stop pestering the poor man.”

“Oh it was really n….” he stopped once he saw me.

“Oh No.” he thought. “My god she’s beautiful. She was made for that dress.” he cleared his throat

“Careful bud, you keep staring like that people will think you fell in love.” I chuckled and nudged him.

“Okay! Get together picture time!” Emma called.

“What?! No Ems, seriously this isn’t prom or homecoming or whatever. We don’t need-” She took about Seven shots right there. “Emmaaa.”

“Smile! Okay now get close. Okay act like you like each other.”

“I think you lied when you said 2 hours wasn’t enough time.” he whispered in my ear and I chuckled only for a flash to go off in my face.

“Oh! That’s the one! That’s a keeper! Oh it’s going in frames and on the fridge!” Emma called out. “y/n’s first gala!”

“Okay okay, I’ll see you guys there before you start badgering the poor guy again now that pictures are over. Go on before they barricade us in.” I laughed and pushed him slightly leaving the flat.

“He’s in love.” Liz looked at Becka. “I know that look fairly well…she’s gone and bewitched the poor man.”

“I think poor is the wrong word here Liz.” she laughed. “He’s definitely got the big L on the brain.”

“I am so sorry about them, I just…I’ve never had a date while we’ve lived together and-”

“It’s fine y/n.” he chuckled and rubbed his thumb over my hand. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you” I blushed. “I really just think it’s the dress though.”

“No, you’re definitely wearing the dress. It’s just you.” he smiled. “I’m very lucky.”

“I think I should be saying that.” he helped me into the car. “Have you and Wooyoung made up yet?”

“We’re working on it, just a spat if you will.”

“Please don’t be too mad at him, he’s just…passionate and caring, and if it’s about me…don’t worry ok. I…I can handle myself.”

“y/n?”

“I’m just saying…like thanks for the dress and going with me but like I totally get it. You don’t have to pretend to like me. We can call it quits after tonight ok.”

“Y/n…I’m not pretending.” Was that a lie? Even he didn’t know anymore.

“Just, don’t be mad at him for being defensive, he’s a great guy and he just…he’s seen me really get hurt by some guys so he gets..brotherly.”

“Y/n. We made up it’s ok, I get where he’s coming from. Seriously, I’m more than happy to go with you.”

The gala was busy, I was pulled aside a few times to talk to some of the people there once they saw me walk in with a man like Yunho. He screamed money, practically begging the Museum to come and ask him to be a donor. So they kept me busy and off to the side to butter up the man since I would obviously tell him if it was a scam of some sort. I ran into a friend of Yunho’s named Mingi, he sure is tall and funny, must be a thing they have, he’s telling me embarrassing stories about the pair growing up, oh if only Yunho could be over here too, so I could see his face in agony as he tells me these.

“I can’t believe you’re going through with this.” Wooyoung whisper yelled at the tall man so as to not alert anyone.

“Wooyoung it’s not what you think ok.”

“No it’s exactly what I think it is. After all this you’re still just going to use her and throw her away while I get hurt too. I don’t want to lose my best friend because you’re a scumbag.”

“Woo seriously it’s not like that.” Yunho pulled the man back. “Please just listen to me ok!”

“And why should I? Hmm?!”

“Because I lied!”

“About.”

“Okay maybe it wasn’t a lie when I said it but…it’s a lie now okay. I can’t stop thinking about her, and now I..I bought her that dress and all I wanna do is take her home and tear it off. God she looks amazing, and my chest clenches everytime I see Mingi make her laugh over there, he’s totally telling her some corny pick up line I mean look at them. I can practically hear her laughing and it makes me want to punch him so bad.”

“...you’re jealous.”

“I’m completely jealous.” he looked at Wooyoung. “I really like her Wooyoung, it’s painful how much I like her…and she thinks I’m just going to…let her go after this event? No way.”

“Mr. Jeong?” a waiter said pulling the two out of the conversation. “This is from the director, he would like to make sure his guests are…welcomed.”

“Yes yes thank you.” he took the drink and waved the man off. “God and everyone here keeps pulling her away so they can talk to me and all I want to do is look at my favorite piece in this whole god damn gallery up close.”

“Oh Mr. Moneybags isn’t having any fun now…serves you right, toying with my best friend just to fall in love with her later.”

“It’s not love….Okay maybe it is I don’t know, god Hongjoong is going to kill me.”

“You’re right.” the man said from behind them. “I am going to kill you. She’s a danger to us Yunho.”

“I just….I am tired of being alone hyung. Wooyoung was right. I…her smile makes me feel…...happy.”

“Prove to me she’s useful and maybe..I’ll grow to be okay with it. Just know what you’re dragging her into Yunho, this world isn’t kind and forgiving….San has the device and is going to plant it.” he walked away to make sure the plan was being followed.

Yunho started drinking, and by drinking I mean too much, by the time I finally made my way back to him after about an hour and a half he was pink in the face and giggling at me.

“You’re so pretty.” he smiled and held my hand.

“You lose your composure fast when drinking hmm?” I chuckled at the man.

“I’m tired of talking about money to these people.”

“Why don’t we go look around at some stuff then? Get away for a second.” I took his hand leading him away from the party to go and look at some of the art, so it could be quiet. We ironically made our way back to Room 43, where it all started.

“y/n.” he turned me towards him, here it comes, the “break-up”.....Why…why is he kissing me if he’s not interested.

“Yunho.” he kissed me again pulling me back in. “Yunho you’re drunk.” I chuckled and pushed him gently.

“You’re beautiful.” he kissed me again. “I don’t want you going anywhere not for a long time.” he mumbled and kissed me. “I’m an idiot, I like you so much it hurts. Please…please will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yunho.” I looked at him.

“I want to buy you everything those pretty eyes land on, take you out to Paris for lunch because I can. Wooyoung was right, I’m completely head over heels for you, and I really don’t want to let you go.”

“So that’s what you two fought over….you two really are idiots.”

“Please say yes.”

“Why me? There’s so many others.”

“Because in a room full of art pieces, you’re my favorite one to look at.” he leaned in and put his forehead to mine. “I’m an idiot but I want to be your idiot. Please say yes.”

“You really think I’m going to say no after you bought me this dress? God you really are my idiot aren’t you.” I kissed him this time and he pulled me in impossibly close. My answer was always going to be yes.

God men are stupid aren’t they.

“Oh is this the pretty thing Wooyoung was talking about?” the mysterious man came into the room.

“Go away San.” Yunho groaned.

“Oh a friend of yours?” I started to turn around but Yunho pulled me back in. “What? Don’t want me to see him come on Yunho.” I turned around and smiled to the pink haired boy. “Oh hey San.” I smiled

“y/nnnn” he drawled out and came over to hug me tightly.

~3rd Person POV~

San came in to hug Y/n holding the device meant to be planted on the system by the painting, he hadn’t expected to see the pair in the room so, they improvise. San quietly passed the device to Yunho going in for the hug so the man could plant it. Y/n turned back to Yunho to make small talk.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other, oh he’s part of the gang Woo was talking about isn’t he.” she chuckled.

San’s expression fell for a moment while Yunho made a recovery.

“Ah you got me, San is part of our little gang of misfits.” Yunho chuckled back.

“How’s you get in anyways? Oh did Woo bring you with the invite, I told him to be careful bringing people along.” Y/n sighed.

“Yeah basically snuck in you know.” San laughed nervously.

“Did you come up to look at the art?” y/n asked. “Yunho and I were just taking a break from the people.”

Yunho moved closer to the wall again since her attention was back on San.

“Oh yeah, you two sure looked like you were talking.” San joked only to have y/n blushing.

“Oh please it could’ve been way worse. Right Yunho?” she turned around to the man to step closer as he hid the device beind his back once again.

Y/n moved back over to him and San stepped closer once more to take the device back once more in hopes to finally get what he needed. Yunho pulled her in giving it back to San.

“Swapping notes?” she asked.

“Just a fist bump”

“Oh god not a bro move…really?” she laughed at the man.

“Sorry beautiful.” Yunho acted fast and decided it was best to try to distract her, maybe if she was flustered they could finally get this damn device on the security panel. It was RIGHT THERE.

“Anyways San-” Y/n began to turn again but Yunho not wanting her to see him fiddling with the wall grabbed her quickly

“Y/n” he said and kissed her like his life depended on it…in a weird way it did.

While distracted San had to move with haste, he had to get the panel off the wall and….oh god why are there so many things involved in this! Ok he can do this he can get the panel off and-

“And why did you kiss me?” she asked.

“Can I not kiss my new girlfriend, we were doing that uninterrupted before.” Yunho smiled. “I just missed the feeling. One more?” he pouted and she leaned in and he gave San a look saying ‘I can’t do this forever hurry!’

If only San could just get the corner up and slide it under and

“Got it!” he said a little too excited and loud.

“Got what?” Y/n turned to look at him

Lucky for the boys San thought quickly and took out his phone to make it look lke he snapped a picture of the young couple.

“Just my new blackmail material is all.” he smiled.

“You’re such a jerk.” y/n laughed and hit his arm.

“Let’s rejoin the party?” Yunho suggested. They all made their way back while San and Yunho shared a look of ‘That was WAY too close.’

~Original POV~

“Why don’t I take you home?” Yunho offered.

“Hmm?” I looked up at him. “Sure you don’t want to hear more great offers about donating to the museum?” I chuckled at him.

“No I honestly would rather be Michealangelo and cut off my ear…..Why are you laughing so much.”

“Van Gogh cut his ear off after alcohol withdrawal…and other mental illness. Michealangelo had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.”

“I knew that I was just testing you.” he smiled.

“Maybe I should drive.” I calmed my laughter.

“Oh and let you see my place? Hmm I don’t think you’re ready for my big impressive house.” he smiled. “I can drive, I’m sober.”

“Well maybe I need to see this big impressive house to decide if I’m ready for it or not.” I winked at him. “Come on, these heels are killing me anyways.”

We got up and said our goodbyes, Yunho led me to the valet who brought the car around, both of my bosses Marcus and Henry, and the directors for the Museum came to see us off making sure to let Yunho know they’d love to see him at more events. (Give them more money). We got in the car, he put in the address and made our way back.

“My pretty girlfriend.” he smiled as we stopped at a light.

“Oh so I’ve downgraded from beautiful to pretty.” I chuckled and pinched his cheek. He took my hand and gave me a small peck on the back of my hand.

“Never.” he smiled.

We pulled up to the flat but didn’t move for a second. It was silent

“Everyone is going to be there for a while still, Will loves to attend those events for networking, and Becka and Emma are going out of town this weekend to visit Emma’s parents….if you’d…like to come in? Just for a drink.” I said finally breaking the silence.

“Yes.” he mumbled and got out of the car quickly rushing around to open the door.

We made our way inside and locked the door again. I poured a glass of Whiskey for the two of us and we practically took them as shots..One more for good luck?.....

“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable now that we’re back.” I said motioning upstairs. “If you want to join me we can watch something on my computer?” he followed me up the small staircase and into my bedroom.

“Oh, it’s tiny.” he chuckled.

“Well it’s usually just me.” I flung my shoes off my feet and sighed in relief.

He pushed me up against the door to once again to capture my lips, they’ve probably started swelling from the bruising nature of the kisses.

“You look so fucking beautiful in this dress.” he mumbled against my lips. “It’ll look better on the floor.”

“Do you always use cheesy lines on girls?” I giggled.

“Just ones who think I’m funny.” he smiled.

“You know your friend Mingi is really funny.” I smiled into the kiss, pushing his buttons just a little. “Do you think he thought I was pretty?”

“He better, otherwise I have to knock some sense into him.” he chuckled pulling me back in.

The dress quickly found it’s way onto the floor revealing the matching set I was wearing.

“Black Lace? All for me.” he chuckled in between kisses.

“To be fair I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Oh but you wanted it to.” he teased.

“Don’t get a big head now, you might faint.”

Yunho’s hand moved to my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands groped what they could kneading the soft flesh he found there. He moved off the wall and made his way over to the bed laying me down and hovering over. I unbuttoned his shirt before he tugged it off the rest of the way, his lips never leaving mine until he started making his way down my neck nipping at the soft skin, surely he could feel my pulse racing.

“Nervous? We don’t have to-” I stopped him with a kiss this time.

“If you leave me high and dry I might stop talking to you for good.”

This man isn’t just good at talking, or looking pretty he knows how to use every part. He looked up at me from his spot between my legs for the last 20 minutes, he had me nearing my third orgasm of the night and I was seeing stars.

“That’s it beautiful, doing so well for me.” who knew I liked being praised.

“Fuck, Yunho.” I moaned and clenched around his fingers again. “Oh god right there, it feels so fucking good.” he was rubbing against that soft spongy part inside me, and fuck was my head spinning. “I wanna ride you baby please.” I moaned out as he held my hip down when it bucked up. “Fuck!” I yelped when his fingers curled again.

“Whatever you want baby.” he smiled and got up kissing back up my body. I could still taste myself on him when he kissed me again.

He helped me up since my legs were already giving up at this point, it’s been a long time since I last slept with anyone and he was making me feel like I was floating. He sat up against the headboard and I moved to lower myself onto him.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned and slipped him inside just the tip at first the stretch was harsh, he was bigger than any of my previous partners and now I realize why he was taking his time.

“Relax baby, otherwise you’re gonna get hurt.” he kissed my temple. “I’ve got you, and we can stop whenever you want.”

“Fuck, you’re such a gentleman.” I chuckled and relaxed a little sinking down further. “Oh shit.” I bit my lip and pressed my forehead to his.

“You’re taking me so well baby. Feel so good.” he mumbled against my forehead as I rocked my hips forwards and back sinking down again. “That’s it pretty girl.” he rubbed my hips as I fell flush against him.

“Oh my god.” I mumbled and ground against him, my clit hitting his pubic bone, the friction felt amazing.

The minutes passed by as I grew more comfortable with the full feeling and the stretch between my legs, I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I moaned into his ear as I began to bounce on him gently, if I thought his fingers hit my g-spot well, I was sorely mistaken. I was seeing stars in a matter of minutes, my walls clamping around him as I rode out my high moaning his name.

“Fuck baby I’m so close, come on, one more time.” he reached down to rub my clit with his thumb as I held onto my headboard for support.

“Fuck, Yunho…Yunho…” I moaned into his neck feeling overstimulated, my eyes began watering.

“That’s it baby.” he moaned into my ear. “Come on good girl.”

My eyes rolled back and I felt my hips jerk and a loud moan come out of my throat, fuck was he good. He laid me down and after a few more minutes of hip bruising thrusts he pulled out and came on my stomach with a guttural groan of my name.

“Fuck.” he breathed out and held himself up on his forearms to keep from collapsing.

“You do this for every girl who works at an art museum?”

“Only the prettiest ones there.” he kissed me gently.

“That was amazing.” I kissed him.

“If you thought that was good just wait until you see how good the aftercare is.” he kissed me nose and helped me up carrying me to the bathroom to take a quick shower and clean up. He held me up practically the whole time since I couldn’t feel my legs and he didn’t let me move a muscle, he was extra careful where it was sore and sensitive, and he made sure to kiss me as many times as he could.

“Yunho?” I looked up at him from under the stream of water.

“Yes y/n?” he rubbed my cheek.

“Don’t go yet?” I nuzzled into his hand.

“I’ll stay.” he smiled.

He dried me off as best he could and went to grab something to wear for me, he came back and the little self doubt I had reared its ugly head.

“Shit.” I mumbled.

“What?” he put my shirt over my head.

“I don’t have any clothes for you to wear.”

“I’ll wear my boxers and then put my shirt and pants back on before I leave.” he chuckled. “Don’t worry.”

“Promise you won’t disappear before I wake up?” I looked up at him while he got in the probably too small for two people sized bed.

“I would never do that.” he took my hand and kissed it. “I meant it, I’m crazy about you and I don’t want to fuck it up……again.”

“Goodnight Yunho” I let out a yawn.

“Goodnight Beautiful.” he pulled me in close and rubbed my back.

They were both in deep, they just didn’t realize it yet.

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whimsicalwritingsandmore · 3 months

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Valentine's Series #3: Matching | yunho x reader

Pairing: jeong yunho x reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Summary: Yunho loves to be your personal stylist of sorts.

Word count: 659 words

Yunho loves to watch you style different outfits and piece them together into a look that uniquely suits you.

Especially when the two of you would go out together, he enjoys being your personal stylist of sorts and helping you put together the outfit of the day or night. Because he knew how much you loved tailoring your attire to match the events of the day.

Whether it was business casual, girly or simply laidback, he would find the time to join you on the couch and watch and advise on the pieces you chose. If he wasn’t able to, he’d either video call you or have you send pictures to him.

No doubt, Yunho was always very helpful and good at what he did.

Because for Yunho, he loved to admire you when you were in your element. From your pretty little short skirt that graced your silhouette, to either your flowy and luxurious silk dress that flattered your figure or the little hot off-the-shoulder number that you would pair sometimes with edgy ripped jeans or leggings or joggers - he adored you in all of them.

He delighted in your flair for the spectacular because no matter what you wore, you would always make a statement, and he relished and savoured being the one who got to be a part of it, and walk beside you either hand-in-hand or with his arm thrown over your shoulder on the street.

The way you would either let your hair down or tie it up in a high ponytail and let some strands fall in your face, he felt his heart beginning to do somersaults and his ears and face would turn slightly red from blushing so hard.

It was these moments that made Yunho realise he's in love with you. He hadn't told you that yet but knew that he had to soon and was hoping to on Valentine's Day.

You both settled for a night out in the street market to celebrate because there was this one shop that served the most mouth-watering and savoury dumplings and noodle bowls you ever had.

So the look for tonight was laidback, warm (because of the chilliness) and a little fashionable.

But Yunho had a little something up his sleeve. When he arrived, he was ready to help but first, he had to give you his gift.

"Try it." He suggested.

Walking into your room and opening the present revealed a stylish little light-brown number of corduroy cargo pants that accentuated your waist, paired with a charming white semi-crop top with a lettuce hem and an oversize coat.

It was the most stylish and expensive ensemble you ever wore! However, the look felt familiar. Running on a hunch, you took to google. And your hunch was right, you realised Yunho had dressed like this similarly a while before.

He found an outfit for you that matched one of his.

On the drive to the other side of town, you contemplated how to bring it up to him. You didn’t want to sound ungrateful, it was far from that. You were just pleasantly surprised by such a gesture. It made you feel a little woozy and giddy, at the way Yunho cared about you and the amount of thought he had put into his gift.

Finally, at the entrance to the market, you brought it up to him as you both were about to enter. He giggled and blushed, and played with your fingers in his hand before admitting.

"I did it,” he began, “Because I love you."

Registering what he just said, you looked at him dumbfounded and speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence which he mused about and found adorable. He patted your head as a gesture of comfort on his part, before pressing a sweet and meaningful kiss to your cheek.

"You heard me." He giggled again before dragging your still astounded figure along with him towards the market.

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lilacmingi · 4 months

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OUTLAW CUSTOMS

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Pairing: Yunho x fem reader, Jongho x fem reader

Word count: 4,656

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𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 | 윤호

A loud and shrill squawk from the parrot perched in the corner of Outlaw Customs filled the car garage as you stepped inside the small establishment.

"Customer!" It screeched, announcing your presence for you.

Jongho, who was buffing out wax on the police car that always sat in the garage, lifted his head, a friendly smile breaking out across his soft features.

"Yunho, your favorite customer is here!" He called.

The sound of tools clattering to the ground in the back room echoed through the car port before the door swung open revealing the tall, dark-haired man, clad in navy coveralls, his face smudged with oil.

"Y/n." He grinned. "What are you doing here?"

"Wooyoung sent me to bring you guys some cash from last night's victory."

"San won again?" Jongho asked with mild astonishment while checking the car for any spots he might have missed.

"He sure did." You dropped a satchel of cash onto the hood of the vehicle.

"Hey, hey. I just waxed that." Jongho scolded.

You gave a sheepish smile followed by a chuckle, relocating the bag to a worn coffee table. "My bad."

"So, you were hanging out with the troublemakers?" Yunho inquired.

"I got bored at home and went to see one of San's fights. Wooyoung saw me there and chased me down afterwards to get me to deliver this to you."

You decided to leave out the part where he said, "I know you have a crush on Yunho, so why don't you just take this cash to Outlaw Customs for me?"

"If you were bored you could've hung out here with me." Yunho mentioned, making Jongho stifle a laugh.

Yunho's jealousy and neediness was beginning to make an appearance, though you seemed to be oblivious to it.

"You guys are busy working on cars, I didn't want to get in the way."

"You wouldn't have been in the way." He assured you.

"Yeah and we don't get many customers anyway." Jongho added. "It gets lonely around here and we can't exactly have a conversation with a parrot."

On cue, their feathered friend squawked from its perch.

"Alright. I'll just come over here and start harassing you guys from now on."

"Yunho would like that." Jongho snickered.

The older mechanic cleared his throat loudly, shooting daggers at the younger man that was currently holding back a smug grin.

Yunho dug through the duffel bag with raised brows and wide eyes.

"Must've had a big crowd tonight." He commented aloud, sifting through the wads of cash before retrieving a couple bundles and tossing them to you. "Here."

You managed to grab them at the last second, nearly dropping the bills.

"What? This is yours though."

"You deserve a cut too."

"For what?"

"Delivering it."

You huffed out a breathy chuckle. "I didn't exactly go out of my way to do it."

"You should take that with you." Jongho spoke up, siding with Yunho. "You've helped us out a lot. You deserve a cut too."

You knew not to argue with them, as neither would allow you to leave without taking some of that cash.

Jongho moved over to close the giant garage door, pulling on the ropes that controlled it and lowered it to the ground.

"Well," He sighed. "I'm gonna call it a night. Yunho, you staying?"

"For a little while."

"Alright." Jongho grabbed his bag from the back room as well as his apartment keys, stopping to coax the colorful parrot onto his shoulder before bidding the both of you goodbye.

Jongho lived right across the street in a small apartment complex with Yunho, so he didn't have very far to walk.

"So..." You began, turning to Yunho expectantly.

"So..." He repeated, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coveralls.

"How are plans for infiltrating Prestige coming along?"

"They're still at a halt."

"Ah." You nodded. "That's the last I heard."

"Yeah. We've gotta lay low for a bit so they don't suspect anything." He sighed softly. "I feel bad for that kid, though."

"Right." You nodded knowingly. "Is he doing alright?"

"Yeah. He's worried about his brother, though."

"I would be too if I were in his position."

A young boy came to the Black Pirates' hideout a few months back after the group's last big plan to help free some of the people of Strictland. They successfully broke people from their trances by using breakers and one of the freed citizens was a little boy that attended Prestige Academy. He mentioned that his brother was freed as well but that he needed help. He showed great concern for his older sibling and wanted something to be done before students at Prestige caught on and figured out he had regained his emotions.

This lined up perfectly, seeing as the boys wanted to make a big move against the government of Strictland and what better way than to attack the academy and free a bunch of young students?

The only issue was, the guys have been on standby for six months now. Of course, it was all for safety reasons. They had to space out their attacks, lest they draw more attention to themselves. The last thing you wanted was for one of them to be captured—especially Yunho.

"I'm worried." You sighed out.

"About what?"

"About you guys. The raid on Prestige is a big one."

"We'll be fine."

"Will you?"

"Yes." He nodded. "It's not like we haven't risked our lives before. We've been lucky enough to make it out safely every time."

"What if your luck runs out? I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."

Your throat immediately closed up, your eyes going wide at your own words.

"I mean, you guys. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you guys."

Judging by the way Yunho's brows quirked upwards, your attempt to backpedal was a failure.

"You care about me that much, huh?" A hint of amusement laced his tone.

"I didn't... that slipped out. Sorry."

"It's fine. Honestly, every time we go on these missions I think about you. You always cross my mind at least once. I have to make sure I make it out safely so I can come back to you."

"Come back to me?"

He nodded. "If I got captured and couldn't see you again, I don't know what I'd do."

You swallowed.

Was this a confession? It sure seemed like one. Though he could just be telling you that you mean a lot to him.

"Well then, you'd better come back to me once these plans are off hold."

He chuckled softly. "I'll do my best."

"You guys are very brave."

"So are you. You've helped us plaster posters around Strictland and have been chased through the streets by android guardians."

"Yeah, but I'm not infiltrating secret hideouts or sneaking into academies like you all."

"What you do is just as important." He assured you earnestly, his serious gaze boring into you.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

You cracked a small smile, glancing down at your feet shyly while messing with your nails. "Thanks."

A beat of silence passed before you lifted your head. The boys were on standby but that could change tomorrow and something could happen to Yunho. Then what? He could get his emotions taken away—or worse. The android guardians could kill him and he would never know how you felt about him.

"Yunho?" Your voice came out weaker than you intended.

"Yes?"

"You mentioned that you always think about me when you're out on dangerous missions. What exactly did you mean by that?"

You decided to ask him directly instead of dancing around the topic. With the world you lived in, there was no time to be putting things off and hinting around in hopes that the other person would catch on.

"Ah." Yunho's ears turned red seconds after the question left your mouth.

"Sorry." You murmured. "I just need to know in case I'm reading into things too much."

"Well..." He trailed off, pulling on his fingerless gloves. "That was my way of saying I like you."

Your posture straightened at his answer, your body language reflecting the way his response made you feel.

"So, you do like me?"

He chuckled, taking a step towards you.

"Would you like me to repeat it?"

"Yeah that might be nice."

Yunho now stood directly in front of you, his head tilted to the side.

"I like you." He repeated, his voice low but pronunciation clear.

So you weren't reading into things too much. He felt the same way as you.

Yunho's large hands slid around to hold your waist, his warm palms making a light rush of excitement tickle your tummy. You suppressed a shiver and threw your arms around his broad shoulders, coaxing him closer. Your eyes were glued to his face, taking in every detail of it, noticing the way his gaze dropped down to your lips while he licked his own, wetting them in preparation for what was to come.

The beating of your heart sped up as the space between your faces diminished little by little. To your dismay, Yunho stopped moving closer just as the tip of his nose brushed yours.

He had already lit a fire within you that begged to be fueled by his lips latching to yours, and just when you were about to get what you wanted, he stopped.

"Why?" Was all you managed to say.

"Are you okay with this?" He inquired softly, his breath fanning against your cheeks.

"I'm more than okay with it. Now, kiss me."

Instead of giving him the time to close the very narrow gap between your faces, you pulled him forward, your impatience taking control.

Yunho grunted softly at the impact, his hands squeezing your waist in response while pulling you closer. Sure, his hands had grease smudges on them and his coveralls were more than likely covered in grime, but you didn't care. His lips were pressed firmly against yours, moving in a passionate manner while keeping a steady pace. The kiss was full of longing as the both of you poured all your emotions into this moment, holding onto each other like your lives depended on it.

Yunho was quick to deepen the kiss, tilting his head to the side to slot your mouths closer together as his kisses became more sloppy and impatient. His breaths came out in sharp exhales through his nose while he boldly nipped at your bottom lip.

He moved forward, causing you to take a step backwards. Your backside bumped against the front of the car parked in the middle of the garage making your breath hitch in surprise.

Yunho's large form covered yours as he leaned over you, not breaking away from the kiss. You moved in sync, leaning back and allowing him to press you against the hood of the car. Your legs separated, allowing him to slot himself between them to get closer to you. Your fingers moved up to his dark hair, carding your fingers through it while lightly dragging the ends of your nails against his scalp. He groaned softly against your lips in response to your actions.

His sounds only egged you on as you brought your hands down to the nape of his neck to play with the longer hair at the back, twirling a strand around your index finger every so often. Yunho's lips parted ways with yours, allowing you a few moments to catch your breath before he attached his mouth to your jawline, stealing the air in your lungs once again. Your head leaned back, allowing him more access as his hands fumbled to find yours, pinning your wrists to the hood of the car as he ravaged your neck.

His name slipped from your parted lips in a blissful sigh, the sound like music to his ears and fuel to the fire that burned inside of him. You let out a tiny squeak when he boldly nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck. Yunho had always been so sweet, goofy, and sometimes even a little clumsy. Now, he was devouring you, showering your lips, neck, and jawline with heated open-mouthed kisses that had your mind clouded.

When Yunho could no longer deny himself oxygen, he pulled away with half-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and pink cheeks. He released your wrists, propping himself over your form which was still laid against the car hood. The both of you were panting and huffing, trying to catch your breath while gazing blissfully at each other.

"That was..." You began breathlessly, unable to find the right word to describe what you had just experienced.

"Intense." Yunho finished for you.

"That's one way to describe it." You chuckled softly, reaching up to run your fingers through Yunho's messy hair, smoothing out the strands that stuck out.

"So, does this make us an item?" He inquired with a cheeky smirk.

"It does." You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, reminiscing on the moments you shared just seconds prior.

Yunho couldn't help but get giddy at the thought of being able to call you his girlfriend.

"Now that we're a couple, you have no choice but to come back to me." You mentioned with a smirk.

"I'd come back to you regardless." He assured you, the sentiment making your heart flutter.

It was then that a look of realization flashed across Yunho's features.

"Jongho is gonna kill us when he finds out we laid all over the hood of the freshly waxed car." He chuckled.

"Who cares?" You grinned, tugging him back down to your lips.

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호

"Car giving you trouble again?"

"Yeah." You sighed, throwing a glance back at the piece of junk sitting in front of Outlaw Customs, the neon light from the sign outside shining down on the horrendous paint job on the hunk of metal like a giant spotlight, bringing attention to the eyesore.

Living on the outskirts of Strictland wasn't easy. It's where the people who didn't want to play by the government's rules lived since this city was out of their jurisdiction. Getting money wasn't easy, therefore buying a decent car wasn't easy, neither was getting a decent paint job. Whoever owned your current hunk of junk previously had given it the worst paint job you'd seen in your entire life. If you didn't know any better you'd say they used a can of spray paint on it, which would explain the uneven coating and the ugly matte finish.

"What seems to be the problem?" Jongho inquired, stepping out of the shop to examine the car.

"Besides all the cosmetic issues, it's started making a weird noise when I'm driving."

"Does it happen when you're applying the breaks or turning the wheel?"

"No. I could be driving on a straight road and it'll start making this awful sound."

"Maybe I should drive it and see if I can figure out what the problem is."

"That'd be great." You pulled the keys from your pocket and dropped them into his open palm.

"Yunho, I'm going for a test drive!" He called out to his friend whom he worked with.

Moments later came a muffled, "Okay!" from underneath the cop car that always seemed to be parked in the garage.

It was then you noticed a long pair of legs sticking out from underneath the back end of the vehicle.

"Jeez! Yunho, I didn't even realize you were there." You clutched your chest.

The tall brunette pushed himself out from underneath the car, his cheeks covered in grime and oil smudges.

"Sorry, Y/n." He chuckled.

"Alright." Jongho twirled your keys around his finger. "I'm headed out."

You followed behind him to the rickety piece of metal that hardly qualified as a car.

"You're tagging along?" He inquired after noticing you trailing behind him.

"Of course I am. For all I know you could crash my car into a ditch and, while I despise this piece of junk, it's all I have."

Jongho let out a snort. "Alright then."

He hopped into the drivers seat while you made yourself comfortable on the opposite side. After a couple attempts to crank the car, Jongho managed to start the engine.

"Told you it's a piece of junk." You commented, earning a small chuckle from him as he pulled away from the shop.

Jongho kept one hand on the wheel as he drove down the vacant streets, his eyes focused on the road ahead while he listened for any strange noises from the car's engine. Your gaze stayed glued to his relaxed form, finding the way he drove with only one hand extremely attractive.

The streetlights gave a dull glow to the interior of the vehicle, flashing along Jongho's features as he drove past each lamp post. You stayed quiet, keeping your eyes glued to the man beside you. Ever since you met Jongho, you felt an attraction to him. It was small at first, superficial maybe, seeing as the first thing that caught your attention were his visuals. However, as you got to know him you fell for more than just his looks. You fell for things like his witty sense of humor, his sweet side that he didn't always let his friends see, and his powerful singing voice that left you speechless.

"You're staring." He commented with a faint smirk playing at his lips.

Your body stiffened, which he seemed to notice without even having to look at you.

He chuckled.

"How..." You couldn't even get the sentence out.

"I can feel when people are staring. It's like a sixth sense. Don't you have it?"

"Sometimes." You responded meekly.

He chuckled lowly, amused by your bashful behavior.

The awkward tension in the vehicle was stifling, however Jongho was cool as a cucumber—as usual. He never appeared nervous about anything and if he ever felt even a shred of fear or anxiety, he would never let anyone know it. That's one of the many things you loved about him. In fact, you found his nonchalant way of behaving very attractive. Nothing ever seemed to bother him—except bugs. He hated bugs.

A familiar and unpleasant sound came from the engine, grabbing your attention and pulling you back to the task at hand.

"That's the noise." You mentioned, pointing towards the troublesome engine.

Jongho nodded. "That sounds rough."

"I know."

"How long has it been doing this?"

"About three days."

"Why didn't you bring it to me sooner?" He asked, momentarily turning to you with a concerned expression.

"I thought it was one of those things that just happened once and then went away."

Jongho chuckled, shaking his head softly.

"It's never one of those things."

"Noted."

"I'll drive a little more and see if I can get it to make that noise again. It sounds like it might be the crank shaft. It'll make a knocking noise if it's not working properly."

You nodded. "Thanks for checking the car out."

"It's my job." He shrugged.

"Still, I appreciate it. I know you and Yunho are the only two mechanics in the city, but you're the only ones I trust to work on my car, even if it is totally worthless."

"Well, you're welcome."

Jongho continued to drive through the city while you kept to yourself for the most part and made sure to keep the talking to a minimum so he could listen for that knocking noise again, not wanting to disturb him.

"You're quiet." Jongho noted aloud.

"You're doing your job right now. I'm just being quiet so you can listen for that sound again."

"You can still talk." He turned to flash you a warm smile, chuckling afterward. "This silence is killing me."

You returned the smile, settling back into the seat and turning your gaze to the road.

"So, when are you two gonna fix up that cop car?" You inquired, striking up a conversation.

"Eventually."

You chuckled. "It's been sitting in the garage for months now."

"We've been busy." He shrugged.

"Doing what? No offense but Outlaw Customs isn't exactly bustling with customers."

"I can't tell you. It's top secret."

"Of course." You laughed, not taking him seriously in the slightest.

"It really is." He defended, his tone light, but carrying a seriousness with it.

"If it really is top secret, why are you even making me aware of it? Wouldn't it be better if I was unaware of the whole thing completely?"

Jongho's expression dropped in realization.

You fell into laughter. "I'm just messing with you. If it's top secret, it's top secret, I won't force you to tell me."

Jongho seemed to be taking the situation seriously, but you didn't think this "top secret" thing was as big of a deal as he was making it out to be.

"So, what have you been up to?" Jongho asked, changing the subject.

"Not much. I've been staying at home most days. I did go to Chili Peppers a couple nights ago. You know, that cowboy guy's face is plastered everywhere."

"Yeah. I've seen it. The posters are all over the city."

"What do you think they want with him?"

"I don't know." Jongho murmured, his eyes glued to the road. "But it can't be good."

"You think he's one of those guys in that group that rebels against the government?" You questioned.

Jongho stiffened at your inquiry, which you almost didn't notice.

"He might be." He responded.

Just then, the knocking noise from your engine sounded, putting an end to your conversation, much to Jongho's relief.

"Well, there it is again." He mentioned.

"Yep." You sighed out.

Jongho promptly pulled off to side of the road, putting the car in park.

"Well," He began, turning towards you. "Now that we know what the problem is, I think we can take it back to the shop. I should be able to get it fixed in a couple days."

"That's great." You nodded, moving to face him, your eyes scanning his features for longer than you intended.

"You're staring again." He mentioned.

"Sorry." You murmured.

It's hard not to. Your inner thoughts added.

"What is it that's so intriguing about me, hm?"

You could see a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he asked the question.

"Nothing." You cleared your throat and turned your head towards the window. "We should probably get back to Outlaw Customs."

"Not just yet." Jongho's fingers were placed under your chin and turned your head back towards him.

You swallowed, your cheeks set flame by his bold actions. Again, Jongho never got flustered by anything and to see him so unaffected in this situation was very attractive. They way he confidently held eye contact with you made your stomach do flips.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as your mind imagined what might come next. You didn't have to imagine for very long before Jongho leaned across the console, swiftly closing the gap between your faces and attaching his lips to yours. Your entire body melted upon contact, your eyelids sliding shut as you leaned forward to squish your lips more firmly against his. A hum from Jongho vibrated against you, sending a violent rush of butterflies to your stomach. You had no idea Jongho had this kind of passion in him.

Jongho's fingers released your chin and his hand slid around to cup the back of your neck to pull you nearer. You tried to move to him only for the console to bump against your ribs, preventing you from getting any closer. You grunted in response to the obstruction causing Jongho to pull away, letting out a breathy chuckle at your reaction.

"Should we move to the backseat?" He questioned, taking a brief glance at the more spacious area.

You nodded vigorously before scrambling between the driver and passenger seats and into the back, Jongho following behind.

As soon as he joined you, he crawled on top of your form and latched his lips back onto yours, encasing your bottom lip between both of his, the feeling making your whole body melt all over again.

Your hands moved to clutch the collar of Jongho's denim jacket, pulling him to you while he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, making your closed eyelids flutter. Jongho's hand slid down to hold your waist, squeezing the flesh every once in a while in order to ground himself before gently massaging the area with the pad of his thumb. Your hands released his collar and moved up to slide into his dark brown hair, combing your digits through it, eliciting a quiet sigh from him.

The two of you stayed tangled together in the backseat with locked lips for the next few moments until your lungs burned for air.

Jongho was the one to break the kiss, pulling away breathing heavily and resting his forehead against yours while the both of you tried to catch your breaths.

"I have to tell you something." He spoke.

"That you like me?" You questioned with a grin.

"Well, yes but I feel like that was obvious." He laughed softly.

"Then what do you have to tell me?"

"You know that thing that I said was top secret?"

"Mhm." You nodded.

"And you know the group that's rebelling against the government?"

Again, you nodded.

"I'm in it."

Your brows furrowed and Jongho could tell you didn't totally believe him.

"That's why Yunho and I haven't been working on that car. We've been planning an infiltration of Prestige Academy. And the wanted posters hanging up everywhere are of my friend Mingi."

Your eyes searched his face for any signs of dishonesty, but his expression was unchanging.

"You're serious?"

"Yes and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"You're part of the group that's been going around Strictland putting up posters and spreading art and music?"

He nodded.

"All of those big disturbances in Strictland were you guys?"

He nodded again.

"I can't believe this."

"I hope you're not angry with me."

"Why would I be angry?"

"Because we're friends and I kept it a secret."

"Being in a group rebelling against the government is something that needs to be a secret." You chuckled. "I understand."

"Yunho and I are trying to lay low and blend in so you can't tell anyone."

"I would never blow your cover like that."

Jongho gave you a small smile.

"You're incredibly brave." You told him.

"I guess." He shrugged as if it were no big deal.

"Isn't it scary being chased by android guardians?"

"It is, but it's what we have to do if we want this world to go back to the way it should be."

"You guys are incredible."

Jongho could feel his ears getting hot at your praises.

"I can believe you've been rebelling against the government and I had no idea."

"Well, now you do."

"You know..." You trailed off. "It's kinda hot."

Jongho perked up. "It is?"

"Mhm." You nodded.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth trying to ignore the way your words made his heart race and it didn't help that your fingers were toying with his hair.

"You're driving me crazy." He murmured.

"Am I?"

"Yes." He sighed out before leaning back down to capture your lips between his.

"Wait." You halted his actions, pulling away ever so slightly. "Yunho is expecting us to come back. Don't you think he'll wonder what's taking so long?"

"Nah." Jongho was quick to brush it off, eager to have his lips on yours again—and you let him, your eyelids sliding closed upon contact.

Perhaps you were thankful for your junky car messing up all the time. If not for that, you wouldn't have an excuse to see Jongho.

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hee0soo · 10 months

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Late Night Walks

Summary: You and your boyfriend spend some quality time together after a concert...

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"Don´t hurt yourself jagi!” Yunho called out as he watched you run ahead of him, jumping around in excitement.

His eyes were filled with fondness and he had half a mind of recording the silly little faces you made as you enjoyed the refreshing air of Berlin at night!

With ATEEZ on their second world tour in the span of a year, Yunho had almost begged you to join him and the boys for the Europe leg of this one!

This resulted in situations like this!

Where Yunho and you were walking through the city after the concerts had ended, just enjoying the time you had together!

It was February, so to say it was cold was an understatement but wrapped in your thick coat, the cold of Germany’s night was bearable.

Yunhos eyes followed your every move. He felt like he could burst with the amount of fondness, happiness and love bubbling inside him!

The fact that the managers had allowed him to bring you was a miracle in itself but seeing how happy you were when you could actually go outside with him without having to be scared if there were people recording you, made it worth every meeting and discussion he had with the company!

He knew that you deserved more. More of his love and more of his time and his heart broke every time when he came over late and you were sleeping on the couch of your living room, always waiting for him to come home to you!

Wanting to make the best of it he was ready to spend every night with you while being oversea. It didn´t matter how tired he was, he always wanted to see you this happy and the tall members hoped that one day he would be able to do that more regularly!

But for now you had this and he was going to make the best of it!

“I won´t, don´t worry about me!”

Jumping of a small brick wall, you turned to look at the boy.

Yunho had to shake his head in amusement.

Waiting for him to catch up to you, you crawled back up the wall, balancing on top of it.

It was fun to be this carefree!

“Aish, what am I gonna do with you?”

Once he was close enough, you kneeled down so you were a little above his eye level, making him look up at you.

His eyes found your lips and you reached for his hands which he gladly gave to you.

“And now?” he whispered, barely audible.

“Kiss me?”

It was supposed to be a joke but Yunho gladly delivered.

His lips were soft and plump and you quickly pulled away to not start something you weren´t able to finish until you were back in the hotel.

Yunho however had other plans!

He didn´t let you get to far away, barely a more than an inch when he pulled you back towards him.

You melted against him like butter in the sun, going completely boneless and you almost slipped from your place on the brick wall.

His tongue asking for entrance made you pull away again.

“Baby…” you whispered breathlessly.

A little dazed, you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck.

Yunho helped you down from where you were perched up, seemingly unaffected by what just happened.

“You´re mean, you know that?” you grumbled, hands not letting go of his as you fell into his arms, trying to hide your face in his chest.

You could feel the little laugh he let out vibrating through his chest.

“How am I being mean right now? You asked me for a kiss and who am I to deny my baby what she wants?!”

The corner of his mouth turned up and Yunho bit his lip sheepishly.

“You know exactly what I mean Jeong Yunho!”

The dancer and vocalist pressed another kiss to your forehead before leading you further down the side walk as to not block it.

As if there were many people out and about at almost 2 in the morning!

Following him, you refused to let go of his hand, staying by his side after your little climbing adventures.

Letting your eyes wander you could see some Atinys a little further ahead. Probably returning to their hotels or homes after the concerts!

The lightinys sticking out of their concert bags, Hoodies and sweatshirts immediately giving them away!

You weren´t particularly worried about them seeing you and Yunho as the relationship between you two was already public knowledge.

Yunho had also seen them by now.

Not deterred in the slightest, he continued walking into their direction while humming a soft tune that you recognized as My Way.

The 3 girls were chattering excitedly, not having noticed you two until one of them turned into your direction.

Her eyes widened and you couldn´t laugh but grin at the way she jumped and hid behind her friend who look a little surprised by her sudden reaction.

The first one must have told them about what she saw because not one second later, 2 heads flew around to see if she was right.

Their eyes landed on your joined hands and you couldn´t help but try to pull yours away from Yunhos. Not letting go, Yunho instead began to brush his thumb gently over your skin. A motion that had your, slightly racing, heart calm down in seconds.

Greeting them with a smile, Yunho bowed his head at them which resulted in the 3 girls bowing almost 90 degree down in a hurry.

“You did great at the concert!” one of them stuttered out cutely.

They couldn´t be older than 18 of you had to guess their age and it worried you a bit that they were still outside at this time. The arena wasn´t too far away so they had to have stayed behind for a bit!

“Ah thank you! Please, get home, safely!” Yunho fumbled a little with his English. There was a reason why it was you or Hongjoong he looked at when it came to the other language!

Not that he was bad at it but you were just a little better versed in it than he was.

Proud that he managed to do it himself, you send them a smile of your own.

If you hadn´t known better, you would have thought that they were happier seeing you than him with the way the swooned over you.

“We will and we hope you have a good night too! Bye y/n! Bye Yunho!”

The 3 hurried off and you mad your way further down the side walk.

“Are you stealing Atiny’s from me now?” Yunho teased, bumping your shoulder playfully causing you to snort and almost stumble over your own 2 feet!

“Maybe I’m just that lovable?”

“I know you are but don´t forget that Atinys are mine!”

“Who are you? Hongjoong? Since when are you so possessive?” Snorting at the insulted look on his face, you couldn´t help but turn the teasing on him.

“Maybe I should say it a little different then? You can´t have Atiny´s and Atiny’s can´t have you!”

That had your face heating up relatively quickly and stunned to silence.

It was Yunho´s turn to laugh now as he found your reaction incredibly cute.

Rolling your eyes you tried again to get away from your teasing boyfriend but Yunho would be damned if he let you out of his sight right now.

He pulled you back, turned you to look at him and put his free hand on your cheek!

His brown puppy eyes found yours, starring deeply into them, making you go soft in his embrace.

“I wasn´t joking, you know? You´re mine and I’m not sharing you!”

You didn´t have time to react as his lips were already on yours! Moving gently, caressing them as if you were fragile!

You hands let go of his and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Enjoying the kiss to the fullest!

You could feel yourself getting warm and the contrast between your burning skin and the cool air of the night had a soothing effect on you both.

Yunho was the one pulling away this time but not before pressing on last kiss to your forehead!

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Like the cherry blossom falls

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🌸 pairing: yunho x gn!reader 🌸 genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, naturalism/slice of life 🌸 summary: every spring is a beginning, and you cannot imagine it without jeong yunho, your friend through the many years. but as the cherry blossoms fall, what will happen when you fall the same? 🌸 wordcount: 5.3k 🌸 warnings/tags: language, memories, mutual pining, from school to college, a lot of spring musings, barely edited mention of food/eating, banter between friends, mention of exams, waiting for love, discussion of love, time, hope 🌸 taglist: @doom-fics @legohwas @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven @cqndiedcherries @uwuheeseungie @hoshischeekss @frankenstein852 @charreddonuts 🌸 a/n: happy yunho day! our ray of sun, our spring day, the one who gives and works so hard... thank you for everything you do, and wishing you the brightest, happiest days filled with love to come <3 much love, big hugs, all reblogs, notes, comments welcome <3

It was the first warm day in spring. The breeze, which gently tousled your locks and made the bright green trees rustle, was still a little cool – the breath of nature after months of slumber, tucked under a snow-white blanket. The sun rays caressed your skin like a sweet embrace and turned the young flora into a glistening, gold toned paradise. It was a time for new beginnings, a time when dreams felt so marvelously within reach, and daily routines transformed into a pleasant waltzing sequence.

This bright spring day compelled one to metamorphose and take on change with newfound vigour – as you took in your surroundings, even though you were tucked away out of the action, sticking to the sitting area outside of your beloved convenience store, you could feel this energy buzzing all around. The enthusiastic chatter of locals resting under flourishing tree canopies, small groups ambling next to the picturesque riverbank, tired, but satisfied smiles on their faces, in wait for the offerings that the coming hours, days, weeks would undoubtedly bring.

Your decision to move to Seoul for your studies had been nothing short of awe-inspiring – a gift that kept on giving. And any time you felt like you could not go on, and the gloomy weather settled into your heart and clouded your mind, you would remember the tranquil spring days which had been there for you through thick and thin, since the very beginning. Just like the dancing cherry blossom petals soaring into the skies after a mischievous gust of wind would invite them for a twirl, your worries would dissipate and join the floral confetti, nothing more than memories dotting your vision. Full stops over which you stepped towards another season.

This breeze that spurred you on, encouraged you, kept you going and became your pair of wings throughout your life took on many forms. One, the most important of all, was in the form of a boy, now a man who had grown from pulling your hair for fun to now making your heart flutter. The man who had just so happened to inadvertently plan his near future with you and made the choice to follow you to the big city. The man who was sitting across from you, his brown doe eyes glinting with gold from the sun that filtered through one of the pink-hued trees, it having left a gift atop his crown of dark, lustrous hair in the form of one petal. You were not exactly sure how you got here, and how the years had only made you closer, but you would not trade it for the world.

A tranquil late afternoon by the peacefully meandering river, cheeks stuffed with cheap ramen that tasted like memories and a hope for forever, tears springing to your eyes as you struggled to not burst out laughing while your best friend imitated one of your lecturers. His mischief and boyish eagerness to elicit the biggest reaction from you was enough to make your heart hurt, and the way he had to splay his legs out in order to not fall from the flimsy plastic chair – your spot outside the convenience store that had become your shared safe haven, was simply endearing. It was impossible to ever get tired of the radiance, the unfiltered, puppy-like energy that this wonderful man who you had the honour of having in your life exuded.

Had anyone told you five years ago, let alone ten that you would be in love with Jeong Yunho you would have laughed in the poor messenger’s face. Your shared path with him was more accidental than anything. Similar journeys home, similar interests. Even answering the question of how, or when you had become friends perplexed you to this day, with you being unable to pinpoint a specific moment. Sometimes, in him you still saw the excited school kid, clad in a crisp ironed navy uniform, running towards you to show off a particularly cool stick that was totally shaped like a laser gun from an anime, or the kid who dragged you to the arcade as soon as lessons finished. But with one spring replacing another, and with each new refreshed blanket of pink on the ground appearing more gorgeous than before, an innate, growing longing bloomed in your chest. And thus, you had come to treat what you had previously deemed an accident, a mistake or a coincidence as serendipity.

As your gaze followed the stubborn petal, Yunho’s movements grounded to a halt until he was staring right back at you, confusion written across his features.

“Hey, I’m not explaining maths or anything, why so spaced out?”

“Hm? No, I’m not spacing out… Actually, this will keep on bothering me, wait-” your body moved on its own accord as you set down your chopsticks and the foil which you had folded into a makeshift bowl onto some plastic packaging. Leaning over the table, you gingerly pinched the spring snowflake and held it out for Yunho to observe, smiling softly as he lifted one of his hands and cradled it.

“Well, would you look at that! I had a little hat on and didn’t even know about it!” and just like that, the petal ended up on your friend’s hair once again, only this time it was hanging on for all its worth as he launched into a seated fashion show, hands on hips and flaunting the new look. “So, how is it?”

“Stunning. Immaculate drip.” You responded without missing a beat and raised your eyebrows once in approval.

Yunho chuckled, picking off the petal and letting it fall onto the table, landing right by his bottle of water. He took his time with lifting his eyes to meet yours, wondering if the outwardly comical statement contained any element of appreciation. For as long as he had known you, there was one thing that remained constant, and that was that you were someone who was immensely challenging to learn and read, unless you openly wished for it to happen. But he would be lying if he said that it was not enthralling. As he let the breeze cool his lightly blushing cheeks – something of a permanent installation when he was around you, Yunho placed his elbows onto the table and cradled his head in his hands.

“Now you have to sign an NDA, you’ve seen the new spring collection.” He joked, a nod to the job that you had taken on prior to the start of the academic year, which had resulted in many midnight coffee runs, one conversation after another of Yunho keeping you sane enough to last until the end of particularly exhausting days, and a revelation that what you had been feeling was indeed, not an illusion. Fortunately for you, while you were afraid of misinterpretation, you sensed that what you had come to realise only now might just be reciprocated.

“Oh gosh one more mention of that and I will scream.” You shook your head, and dramatically stretched out your arm to lie on the table, hair cascading over the sleeve as a jacket, cushioning your temple. While the situation behind Yunho’s words was less than pleasant, he made it sweet by preserving it – like a pressed flower or leaf in a book, he kept a precious collection of your and his happenings. Yunho had a talent for remembering anything and everything that you shared with him, to the point where you were certain that there were a number of events that he probably could recall much better than you ever could.

“Come on, your internship wasn’t that bad.” a chuckle, a gentle tap on your hand that lasted a little too long, giving you ample opportunity to muster some courage and grasp at his jacket’s sleeve to prevent him from breaking contact. The barely audible gasp, replaced by a bashful silence and a return of the pressure of his hand on your forearm was confirmation enough that your spontaneity was right. Nonchalant, you continued.

“Except that it was like I was stranded in a deathmatch at the hardest possible level, overwhelmed inside, disconnected from outside.”

“I mean… in principle… that means you reached the match and hey, normally those maps are cool?” he seemed to have returned from his daze in record speed, though beaming a little brighter and perky from the game reference.

“So was that place… until- ah, too gloomy.” You attempted to lift yourself up, but one glance to Yunho’s resting hand had you forgetting that idea altogether, so you settled for a simple raising of the head, “Whatever, you heard me rant about all of this anyways. Let’s discuss the quality style instead.”

The action made Yunho retract nonetheless – ever so polite, and so you took to keeping your head in one hand, admiring your friend through blissful, lenses the colour of cherry blossoms. You noted how Yunho moved the feast that you had bought further away, and turned so that you would be facing each other directly.

“Yes please, I will have to ask you to expand on that wonderful statement.” He winked: a lighthearted ruse to keep himself together and not give away the kind of effect that you had on him.

“I am this close to taking my words back.” Almost pinching your thumb and index finger together, you shot back.

“Nuh-huh, I wore my special denim jacket today you can’t do this.”

“Yes, I can. And can remind you of your much more iconic looks.”

“Curious. Which one?” as soon as the question left him, you languidly pushed yourself from the metal, and leaned in close, closer, and closer until you were the reason for Yunho being on the verge of short circuiting. You were rarely this forward; any semblance to seeking contact was the odd accidental brush as you would walk side by side, but this, this was something else entirely and he was not prepared. If anything, this was reminiscent of what his imagination would conjure – so far removed from common reality that he was thinking spring itself was playing tricks.

“You… wrapped up…” your voice dropped into a whisper, and Yunho held his breath in trepidation, “in a duvet at the library.”

It was surprising just how much relief an unexpected humorous memory could bring. Recalling the basic fact that he was a human, and that he was to be socially appropriate even around the closest, most precious person in his life, he let out a sharp exhale and an airy chuckle. At least he had the time you were inferring as clear as day in his brain.

“Ah, you mean the time you were wearing the fuzzy onesie?”

“It was-”

“-finals week. Second year. We really popped off on those fits.” He completed your sentence smugly. Any other time, he would have probably crossed his arms or raised them up in a mock victory, but you kept him frozen in place.

A quietude washed over you. Muted, mutual reminiscing. Time to relive what had been, turning into awe at the fact that in the flurry of ponderings, of long gone snippets that twirled around in your mind palace, most were with this beautiful man.

“Yeah.” “Yeah.”

Was all either of you could utter, before falling back into an expectant silence. There was always a shift between the winter and spring, at least that was how you liked to describe it. It was in the scent that graced your room as soon as you opened the window. It was in the longer days, with somnolent darkness being replaced by a budding brilliance, reflecting in soft leaf buds and the beginnings of pollen – nature’s fairy dust. And just like this, from the slumber of a comfortable, amiable and cosy winter time, a shift between you and Yunho could be detected. On the first warm day in spring, as the blossoms rained down, the petal that was on your table now rejoicing upon having found an adventurous companion that landed only millimetres away. While you could never answer the question of how you got so lucky to have Yunho, you were inspired to guess how the continuation of what you had could unfold, if you wished for this flower to bloom and meet the coming seasons. The mere notion made you feel warm, unlike the rapidly cooling ramen that you were unlikely to return to any time soon. Last wisps of steam were escaping the containers, along with the illusion that this spring was to be just like any other.

“By the way, just for the record, banter aside, you do look really good, okay?”

He wanted to poke fun at you for your habit of playfully attacking and then immediately falling back into a truce – fearful of the possibility that you had hurt your interlocutor’s feelings, but found it to be too endearing to ever comment on. It was normally the time when you were most vulnerable, and the time when you had let most of your true feelings slip through your friendly, yet naturally reserved demeanour. Your expression was unreadable, but there was a tantalising tension that was luring him in. Suddenly, the table was very much in Yunho’s way, and led him to spontaneously rise from his chair, pick it up, flinching as he overestimated the weight and nearly hit himself with the back, and step around the picnic table to set it down next to you. You raised an eyebrow, puzzled, but your intuition was good enough to figure out the response, so you simply seized the chance to give your secret everything a onceover, as if you were seeking confirmation for the statement that had already been established in unwavering truth.

“It’s the jacket you picked out, so of course. But thank you.” Deflecting the generalisation, Yunho focused on the article of clothing, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink as he inspected it.

“Oh? OH! Yeah! I spammed you with the link to it!” you clicked the fingers of your free hand, agreeing.

“Yeah, but it was not on sale then, so I hunted it down until it was.”

“Well damn don’t I have good taste.” You mumbled, questioning your own ambiguity. Did you really mean the jacket?

“Yep, and in people too.” And that was your answer. Yunho mirrored you, setting an elbow on the table, a gleam dancing on his lips.

“How sneaky! But you do have a very good point, the universe did do good on this one.”

Unable to refrain from the gesture, you reached out to pat the top of his head. It must had been somewhere in the beginning of high school that Yunho became known as the ‘golden retriever’ type, the puppy boy, the energiser. And right about then, you had started to find immense joy in ruffling his hair, be it to praise, or in encouragement, or just because you had not done it in a long time. And while he would normally pout or roll his eyes, not once did he not tilt his head into the sensation. As you took your hand away, you noticed that he intuitively followed. A smile settled on your features as you sank into the indescribable unity. Not needing words to communicate, you sank into his dark orbs, their magnificent glint shining brighter for you than the afternoon sun and the glittering river.

Had you not been looking so intently at him, and had he been able to take his own eyes away, Yunho would have been pinching himself repeatedly to gain confidence that this was all real. You were the one who he had always quietly admired, the one who he always spotted in a crowd, his desire to achieve, to try his best, his confidence and his blue sky. You were the reason why he had so much focus. He had never experienced the tumultuous feverish youthful love – it was easy when only one person could ever be his motivation, inspiration, the keeper of his adoration. He tried to be with other people, tried to be close with other people. But that was all it was, some ‘other’, when all that mattered was ‘you’.

If one were to assess his situation objectively, Yunho’s feelings towards you were ridiculous. A mess of emotion that he could never untie, the beginning of the knot having faded into a distant oblivion, and him having no intentions of ever tearing the threads apart. Having only ever been acquaintances, friends, best friends, he had no foundation to build his romantic feelings on, at least that was what he repeatedly told himself, and yet, here he was, years deep and pining like a fool.

The spring only made him reminisce about how his feelings had grown in the shade of his turbulent, busy life, amongst the daily worries and a packed schedule, budding flower rising through the cracks to turn into a garden in his psyche. He almost did not want to unlock its gates out of fear that the beauty he had cultivated would be dispelled, and, considering you and him having your respective dreams and aspirations, he had previously felt it would be unjust to impose himself upon you. But much like the cherry blossoms that twirled and fell to the ground that still retained some of the February chill, he only fell deeper, and if he did not make the decision for himself, the garden would do it for him and more and eventually, the flowers of his fascination would consume him whole.

“Do you remember how we met?”

“Why are you asking me this out of the blue?” when you only received a motion with the chin to proceed, you pretended as if you were trying to remember, “That was so long ago-”

“But do you?” he persisted, frustrated at having to drag the answer out of you.

“Do I… Honestly? No. I tried to remember but my mind draws a blank.”

Just as he was expecting, middle school was one big void, out of which only one constant remained, and that one constant was currently stifling a chuckle. It never failed to amaze Yunho how you could quote show after show, novel after novel, occasionally refer him to a particular page in a textbook because, apparently ‘the shape of the text was kind of funny so it stuck in your head’, but when it came to people, you drew a blank. Maybe it was just him. Or at least that was the part that hurt him, and the part that he needed to bring to light if he was going to lay all his card out on the table and risk your friendship.

“Classic, Y/N, classic.”

“Well you are my brain cell after all. An unhinged one that has long lunch breaks, but I’m taking what I can get.”

“That is an interesting way to compliment.”

“And I have heard you on voice chat on Valorant so I think we are pretty even.”

Whether it was his nerves or his infatuation that made him so easily affected by you, he could not tell, but the comment was enough to make him break into a fit of giggles, calmed down only by him massaging the back of his neck and reclining into his chair to collect his thoughts. If he were to be any closer to you physically, he was not confident in how he would act. Narrowing your eyes, you detected the change in his behaviour, the subtle tint of worry, and bit back any remarks.

“Fair. But now, no laughing, okay?”

“Okay? That is ominous, but… go for it?”

Everything had gained an unexpected loudness. From the colours that you were bathed in to the symphony of sound that accompanied your conversation, your heart was accelerating. Finely attuned to a series of delighted shouts from afar – a pair of teens strolling down the pathway at the riverbank, you imagined it to be you and Yunho. In fact, that had been you and Yunho back in your hometown. While you could not pinpoint quantitatively, with ease you recollected the warmth. The giddiness of youth that had gradually matured into being each other’s number one fans. Much like those adolescents by the Han River, you had given each other pep talks, screamed your heads off for therapeutic reasons, and watched the sun lazily move across the sky, waving you goodbye as you entered first school, then university.

It was with Yunho that you understood the idea of someone becoming something like a limb. Or a part of your identity. It was so easy being with Yunho, that you simply forgot how time passed. Much like how one was not conscious of when they were using their hand, instead focusing on the words typed out on a phone screen, you had experienced life with, and through Yunho. He was always there – a constant in the chaos, and without being aware of it, you had flourished independently thanks to him believing that you could. The one supporter of your radical ideas. Number one fan. Reassuring you through actions time and time again that he was always ready to help, and you could only hope that you had done the same.

“So… um… Y/N.”

“Are you about to give me a speech?” you interjected, making the young man whine.

“Shut up for a second I am processing at high speeds here.”

“Okay, okay.” You at upright, placing your hands on the armrests, as though you were about to stand up. Perhaps it was to be the case, as you could barely hear Yunho over the sound of your pulse in your ears.

“Anyways, as I was saying. Y/N. We didn’t exactly meet. We uh… well I ran into someone, and you were walking by. At least that is how I see it.”

Yunho’s eyes fluttered shut as he visualised the scene in front of him. The chase, the hit, the whistle of the referee. How just as he was trying to stand up, a girl his age, one he had seen sitting on the other side of the classroom, was already rushing towards him and yelling that he should stop moving or his injuries will get worse.

“Huh?”

“That time, I was in football practice and decided to, you know, touch some grass quite literally, but didn’t realise that grass and gravel would give pretty nasty cuts.”

“And?”

“You gave me cool band aids.”

“Huh? Did I?”

“Yeah, it had like… superheroes on it and stuff. So, needless to say you got instant respect from me.” That interaction gave him band aids, a packet of wet wipes and an interest in you that he struggled to resist. As you left the field, he had watched the charm on your backpack swaying back and forth, a pendulum hypnotising him.

“Glad to know… Is that the whole meeting?” you asked, Yunho’s certain delivery and courage making you cower.

“Let me continue. Okay, going from there, you also shut down some rumours basically at their source. Oh, and you had brought me homework and notes for two weeks straight while I was sick.”

“You lived nearby so it made sense to do-” putting one of his hands over yours was only natural, and any prior tentativeness had dissipated.

“And let me say, this is all in the span of one term. One school term. Just freshly started the school year and you’re out here being cute and shit and then totally oblivious.” His speech accelerated to the degree that you wanted to remind him that he was not presenting in class and fighting a time limit. If he were to take the step forward, he needed to be sure that this was what he wanted. The wind picked up its pace, and the trees shuddered.

“What are you getting at?” to encourage him, you flipped your hand around and intertwined your fingers with his, the action sending something reminiscent of an electric shock through your system. But you were not about to expose your exhilaration.

“Mmm… I think you know.” He shied away, gawking at the palms pressed together as though it was a work of art. You did the same, though managed to utter:

“I might do but finish your point.” Yunho huffed in agreement and squeezed a couple of times, confirming that this was real.

“So, you tell me that you don’t deserve my help or that I do too much right?” a new wave of passion flared up in his tone, demanding your attention. The rays that melt away the winter chill prevalent in the voice, any argument not feasible. However, you were not one to not try leaving your two cents, especially not when you could count the number of barriers and filters that you relied on dropping to an unmistakable zero.

“Yeah, right, because that’s true.”

“No, because that is bullshit. I am basically paying you back, and never will be able to. Because you have given me nothing but kindness. And every single bit is like a petal.” Words spilling over one another, Yunho shared his soul. With one swipe, he picked up a stray petal from the table and lifted it: “Yeah, see? Like this one.” Shaking it a couple of times, he flicked it away to let it spin to join its family on the ground. “And they just keep on falling and falling and falling and falling and I am falling along with them too. These little gestures, how you stayed up to make sure I came back to the dorms safe, how you… seriously it is impossible to list everything okay?!”

It was as if someone had lit a match, and your body contained nothing but gasoline. Your suspicions had been proven right, and the words were heavenly music.

“Wait… come back to the falling part again. As you say. Expand on that?”

“Shit…”

“Now that’s not romantic.”

“Oh, come on.” Yunho tried to pry himself away, awkward laughed bubbling up, but now that he had given you a glimpse into his feelings, you were not about to abandon them – not when he had recounted moments of when your actions were what reached his heart.

“Look, Yunho. We have known each other for long enough to read the vibe. And I can feel that you are terrified. Guess what. I am terrified too. In the same way. So, say it. For both of us.” You peered into his eyes, smiling, relieved that Yunho was more pleased than you imagined he would be.

“How about… we say it on the count of three?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. If we are about to ruin things, then let’s just say we crossed the finish line together.”

Ruin. If there was anything else to ruin, it was only the ramen that was definitely stale and soggy at this point. But love knew no earthly needs, only the game of chance and destiny.

“Well damn, okay. Fine. If that helps you.”

“One, two, three-”

“I like you.” “I like you.” The phrase resonated like a plucked guitar string, two voices turning into one, with neither of you capable of holding back laughter as the three words that previously were an unbearable load now joined the spring air, the vibrancy and rejoicing of nature, carried away by the breeze. Commenting on how both of you went for the safer option, you leaned closer to one another, a magnetism tugging you along.

“You look like you are debating whether to let your now-approved impulsive thoughts win or not.”

“And you look like you really want them to win.”

“You know it.”

“Are you su-”

Yunho’s eyes shot wide open as you leaned in and cut him off by locking your lips with his. Time stood still as he searched for any sign that he was dreaming, alas, none was to be found. It was your plush, rosy lips against his, a perfect harmony. Those lips that he had spent too long staring at, that haunted him, now capturing him whole. The brightest sun in his chest that rivalled the one that left your practically glowing. Relaxing into the newfound heaven, he brushed back a strand and returned the kiss, slowing its pace to a sultry exploration, a worship of the moment that, even compared to the years that had preceded it, was an eternity that he wanted to sink into and never come out of.

“Who’s impulsive now?” only when his, and your lungs were burning for oxygen did you pull away, and were face to face with a goofy, adorable grin, playfully taunting you.

“Not me. I am cool, calm, and calculated.” You replied, your voice still airy.

“And I waited long enough.”

This was you, in plural. Yunho guided you out of the white chairs and stood to wrap an arm around your waist. You had hugged before, as friends. As friends who wanted more. He wanted to scream out at every bird and passer-by that you felt the same as him. Elated, you melted into one another as your lips reconnected, the perfectly connected puzzle pieces. You tasted of memories and a hope for forever – also known as what you had been having for lunch, but suddenly, that interesting flavour choice was his favourite. Your arms snaked around him, and slipped under his jacket to protect themselves from the flurry of flowers. Even when you pulled away, your foreheads remained pressed together, eyelashes almost touching, and you rocked slowly, side to side, in a silent dance. Embraced by the spring of love. Yunho nuzzled into the crook of your neck, enveloping himself in all that was you. More than he could ever have hoped for. You wondered if he would tear up, but instead he mumbled, dumbfounded:

“So, we are like… a thing now.” You snorted, amused at the choice of words.

“Thing.” Yunho raised his head again to give you a worried glance.

“I am so scared to call you my girlfriend, I seriously think you will disappear if I do.” He explained, hugging you tighter.

It was charming, and simple enough to understand. Much like fearing snowfall in the early days of a floral reawakening, he could not bear the possibility of you fading into an extended frost. But now you were certain, that as much as he was your always, you were his. It could be that you had never considered romance before because you had already committed yourselves to one another so early, that they was never time to process. Hence why you judged your shared life only by the constant. By Yunho.

“But I was here the whole time?” you were no fool to believe that this was the same. Even in the year or so that you had carried the burden of hiding adoration, it was only yours to keep. You had been his, just the title and privileges were a little different.

“But now is even better. I get to call you mine officially.” After a pause where he got lost in his musings, he added, with a euphoric grin, “Too early to say I love you?”

“Ten years isn’t enough time?”

“I mean romantically…”

“Kiss me again and say the words, this is a threat.” You whispered, and pulled him in gently, your hands moving forward, and tugging at the collar of his jacket as you close the space once more, entranced by the magic.

Like the cherry blossoms fell around you, you fell for Jeong Yunho, and he for you. Through the years, you had seen one another’s ups, downs, spirals, and lines. You had adored the best and worked through the worst. No matter the season.

Spring was time for new beginnings. And while the comfort, the ease, the person were all the same, the future promised a myriad of fresh pink blossoms, the petals celebrating your new journey.

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ATEEZ Relationship Stages | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader (you)

Synopsis: When you first meet, First kiss, First date, First kiss, First 'I love you.', Getting engaged, Wedding, Children.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,793

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WHEN YOU FIRST MET:

As you leave the park, your 12-week-old puppy, Da-Som, decided she has other plans. She manages to get herself out of your grasp and makes a beeline towards the idol group that’s taking a break from filming in the park. Thanks to your little sister, you figured out why they looked familiar and made a mental note to tell her about it. Not that she would believe you and would accuse you of making fun of her.

“Da-Som!” you call after her as you chase after her, cheeks red with embarrassment.

One of the taller men, heard you shouting for the puppy and crouched down as the puppy ran straight to him. The puppy excitedly shakes her tale as the tall man gives her pets and scratches.

“I am so sorry!” you quickly apologise as you reach them, cheeks still red and slightly out of breath. “I don’t know how she managed to get herself off her leash.”

“It’s okay,” the man assures her as he picks up the puppy, with a smile. “she’s cute.”

“She is when she’s not being a menace,” you say with a laugh. You thank him as he hands the puppy back to you.

“What’s her name?” he asks scratching Da-Som's head.

“Da-Som,” you reply. You’d gone through many names for the puppy before deciding on the one that means love because that’s what you felt when you first laid eyes on her. You’d fallen head over heels for the young puppy.

“Love,” He smiles. “And her eomma’s name?” he asks causing your cheeks to redden for a a whole new reason now.

“Y/N,” you shyly tell him. “Any yours?” you ask. Just because you know who the group is, doesn’t mean you knew who they were individually

He smiles, “Yunho.”

FIRST DATE:

Three months after you first met, you had your first date.

After meeting in the park, it had taken Yunho, with Wooyoung and Seonghwa's help, a week to find you. He'd scoured all the social media platforms to find that you had an Instagram that looked like you didn't post often on. If it was for the photo of you and your new puppy that you posted when she was 6 weeks old, he wouldn't have known it was you. Taking a chance, he DMed you. Doubt crept in when you hadn't replied in three days. But that doubt was soon replaced with excitement when you replied to him on the fourth day. They quickly swapped numbers once he convinced you that he was really who he said he was. From that day on you didn't go a day without talking in some way.

You first date wasn't anything extravagant. You'd both been busy with work. Him with his up-and-coming comeback and you with your own work so when you had a free weekend, you asked if he was free and would like to go with you and Da-Som to the park. Fortunately, he was free that weekend and agreed to meet you there at 10am.

By the time you'd gotten to the park on that Saturday morning, he was already there waiting for you with a small bouquet of flowers and two bags filled with food for him and you and treats and toys for Da-Som. He greeted you with a hug.

For the next few hours, you played with Da-Som, ate food and talked, getting to know each other even more as you talked about stuff that was better said in person.

As you go to part ways, Yunho asked if you would class this time together as a first date. He also expressed how much he enjoyed spending time with you and how he felt a strong connection between the two of you. You feel the same way and realize that this could be the start of something special. You agreed that it was your first date, and it was the best first date you’ve ever been on.

FIRST KISS:

Your first kiss happened on his birthday. Five weeks ago, after a handful of dates, he asked you to be his partner. Both of you had been so nervous about it. You'd been questioning if he was ever going to kiss you. He was questioning how and when to do it. He was also worried he would somehow screw it up, causing you to bump heads or fumble it some other way. He wanted your first kiss to be perfect.

When your first kiss finally happened, it was beyond perfect. You'd been walking along the river, after having dinner with his family and the rest of the guys. Yunho wanted to spend a sometime with you, just the two of you. He'd been the one to suggest a walk along the river.

After fifteen minutes of walking and talking about anything and everything, you stopped at a little seating area but didn't sit down. You stood side by side with no space between you.

"Thank you for coming to my birthday celebration," he smiles, looking down at you.

You look at him, returning his smile. "Thank you for inviting me. I wouldn't have missed it."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. It's something you've gotten use to since you started dating.

"You missed," you tell him.

He continues to smile as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Missed again," you say hoping he would get the hint that you want him to kiss you somewhere else.

His chuckle carries a hint of nervousness as he gazes into your eyes and then glances at your lips. After a moment of hesitation, he leans in closer.

Finally, his lips gently touch yours in a soft kiss.

In that moment, it feels like time stands still, and any apprehension you both had melts away. It surpasses all your expectations and leaves you wanting more.

As you part, both of you wearing matching smiles, you can't help but acknowledge that this first kiss was beyond perfect.

FIRST 'I LOVE YOU':

Yunho had been the first to say 'I love you'.

He surprised himself and you when he had said it after you and him had won a game of the video game you were playing with him, Jongho and Wooyoung. It wasn't exactly how he had envisioned expressing his feelings for you.

He had grand plans for a romantic gesture and had even started preparing for. Mingi lent a helping hand by showing him how to cook your favourite meal. He had told the guys not to make any plans with him over the weekend and had a special necklace with both of your initials hidden in his dresser drawer.

However, when those words slipped so casually after the win, a mix of shock and disappointment filled him. It seemed like such an ordinary way to say 'I love you', considering the effort he had put into planning something that would be meaningful.

The disappointment soon disappeared when you kissed him and told him you love him too. The smile large smile he wore after you said it back, couldn't be wiped from his face, even when you lost the next three games.

GETTING ENGAGED:

Yunho decided to make his proposal extra special by involving Da-Som, the reason the two of you met.

As you enjoy a lovely day at the park, having a picnic, Yunho plays a game of fetch with Da-Som. Suddenly, your two-year-old golden retriever daughter excitedly bounds towards you. While petting her, you're surprised to find a beautifully intricately designed ring attached to her collar. You let out a gasp as you untie the ring and hold it in your hand. In that magical moment, Yunho kneels down in front of you, and takes the ring from your fingers.

"Will you marry me?" Yunho's voice is filled with love and anticipation as he looks into your eyes, his heart racing with nervous excitement.

Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you become overwhelmed with emotion. You nod your head vigorously, unable to speak the word yes.

Yunho's face breaks into a wide grin as he slips the ring onto your finger, sealing your love and commitment to each other. The park around you seems to fade away as he pulls you in for a kiss and hugs you tight.

Da-Som, not wanting to be left out, wiggles her way in between the two of you to join in the celebration.

WEDDING:

Your and Yunho’s wedding followed more of a modern Korean wedding. You were dressed in a beautiful ivory dress that had been crafted by your seamstress mother. Yunho wore a black suit with a blue tie that matched the blue roses in your rose and baby's breath bouquet. The venue was decorated with traditional Korean decorations, adding a touch of cultural flair to the modern setting.

The ceremony was conducted with some traditional Korean wedding customs incorporated throughout. Guests were treated to delicious Korean food catered by yours and Yunho's favourite restaurant. The wedding cake was a stunning creation, adorned with intricate designs and topped with a pair of lovebirds.

As the night went on, guests enjoyed all kinds of music catered to all age groups. Photos were taken and Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ even preformed a song or two.

Overall, your wedding with Yunho was a beautiful blend of modern elegance and traditional Korean customs, creating a truly unforgettable celebration of love.

Your honeymoon was just as beautiful as your wedding.

CHILDREN:

Your first son came two years after you got married. You and Yunho had made the decision to wait a couple years before having your first child. You’d had a couple pregnancy scares in between your wedding and when you got pregnant with Ye-Jun. He was born early hours of a Saturday morning, with no complications. He weighed a little over 7lbs. He came a week before his due date.

Yunho is an amazing father and took his role very seriously. He dotted on his little boy every hour of every day, even when he wasn’t physically with him. Every time he went away, he came back with more than one bag filled with gifts and promises that one day he would take Ye-Jun to all the places in the world he’s been too.

When your little girl arrived 18 months later, Yunho’s protective mode, went even higher. He dotted on her just as much as he did with Ye-Jun. He made all the same promises to Hyun-Ae that he did Ye-Jun. As she got older, Yunho made sure she knew her worth and what she deserves.

Da-Som also loved her younger siblings and protected them until her death 10 years after Ye-Jun was born.

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