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cheollipop · 10 months

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heists and celebrations

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pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader x choi san

w.c.: 3.9k

tags: smut, they're all criminals/partners in crime, criminal behaviour (theft), mentioned boxer!san and his manager!wooyoung, some reckless driving

with the stolen necklace secured around your neck, wooyoung slumped back in his seat, fingers gripping the steering wheel while his eyes remained focused on the overhead mirror, watching his two partners celebrate another successful heist in the back of his van.

warnings: semi-public sex, van sex, really fucking filthy sex (genuinely disgusting), dom!woosan, sub!reader, some jealousy, reader is wearing red lipstick and it gets everywhere, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, cum swallowing, cum sharing, spit kink, praise, degradation (reader is called a slut once), a cute little breeding kink, a sprinkle of breath play (barely any), some begging, overstimulation, nicknames (sannie; youngie; baby, darling, sweetheart, love, good girl, pretty girl), wooyoung watches them fuck the whole time, and teases san because he's cute when riled up

A/N: I've had this fic idea in my notes since the very first woosan teaser dropped so I'm really glad I was finally able to write it out! ( ´∀ `) though challenging fsr, I really enjoyed writing the smut for this one. happy reading! ^^

nsfw under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞

Walking past the metal detectors, you raised your phone to peek at your reflection, making sure the glitter on your eyelids and the red painting your lips were intact, smacking them together once before walking further into exhibit.

Your footsteps slowed as you passed the broad, arched doorway and entered a wider gallery with accessories from numerous eras lining the walls, people crowding in front of the displays. Your eyes trailed over the diamonds and gold encased within the glass boxes, the overhead lights reflecting the luxury accessories. In any other heist, your eyes would remain forward, playing the role of a mere passerby minding their own business. But today, you were just another visitor in this exhibit, ogling at the jewellery on display. A quick, discrete scan of the room was enough to find you your target – standing near the wall to your left, the blonde head of hair displacing him in the monochrome room.

Just as you were about to move towards the tall figure, your gaze unintentionally flitted to the right, colliding with feline eyes staring right back at you from the other side of the room – the man standing idly in a uniform too big for him, bruises from last night’s match tainting his angular features. You twisted your body in the other direction, heeled boots clacking over the polished tile with confident strides, your eyes meeting the blonde man’s and dragging his attention off the rowdy school kids in the far corner. You waited until his gaze fell on you to dig the tip of your tongue into the corner of your mouth, blinking innocently as you approached him, your eyes moving down to read the ID card hanging off his neck.

Security Guard Song Mingi

Stepping into his personal space, your hand flew to his shoulder and you drew your eyebrows together in feigned distress. “Oh, thank God! Sir, could you please help me?”

Mingi’s head lowered to eye the hand resting delicately over his chest, looking back up to meet your anxious eyes. “S-sure, yes, of course," he stuttered when your fingers tightened around his lapel. "What can I help you with?"

You twisted your body and walked backwards until you hit the wall behind him, slumping against it and exhaling deeply. “My friend,” you paused, looking up at him now that he’d turned his back to the rest of the room. You blinked faux tears into your eyes, quivering your bottom lip ever so slightly while you spoke, “I’ve been looking for her for hours. Could you please help me find her, Sir?”

You watched Mingi’s ears shift hues, his head turning to the side as he coughed awkwardly. The bright red blurred in your peripheral as you stared ahead, nodding discretely at the idle figure across the room and watching it slip past the restricted ribbon closing off a section of the exhibit, looking back at Mingi when broad shoulders disappeared behind the corner.

“She said she’d meet me at the Tiffany and Co. section, but she never showed up. She won’t even answer her phone,” you leaned forward to wrap your fingers around his forearm, looking up at him with wide eyes, glassy with simulated concern. “I’m really worried about her, Sir. Please help me?”

Nimble fingers worked over the display case’s lock, occasionally looking back at the doorless entrance to confirm he was still in the clear. Moving his attention back to the small keyhole, he worked the pick and wrench inside with steady hands, the flashlight held between his lips reflecting off the glass. A whispered curse vibrated around the flashlight when his jacket sleeve slid down his arm, covering the hand holding the pick – along with the bloody scrapes and bruises colouring his knuckles – but he was too far in to back out now, working the lock with the fabric draped over it. After a few more tries, a muted click sounded and the glass door swung open.

Cat-like eyes raised off the picked lock to examine the diamond necklace hanging off the jewellery stand, studying the angle at which the light bounced off the large stones. Reaching forward, he carefully lifted the necklace with his index and thumb around the clasp, securing it in the felt bag he’d pulled out of his blazer before tucking it back inside. Digging his hand into his back pocket, he pulled out an identical replica – cheap moissanite bedazzling the silver – and intricately placed it inside the case, adjusting it over the stand before closing the glass door and listening for the soft click of its automatic lock.

Pulling the flashlight out of his mouth, he switched it off and patted his breast pocket once before walking back towards the entryway. A quick peek into the short hallway outside to ensure it was empty followed by quick steps past the red ribbon sealing off the section he had been in, San squinted at the bright overhead lights as he made it back into the main gallery, rooting himself in his previous position just in time for five suited men to make their way into the big room. Their conversation continued as they walked past San, nodding in acknowledgement before making their way over the restriction ribbon and through the short hallway, grease from the sandwiches they’d had for lunch coating their moving lips.

The familiar sonance of your laugh drew his attention to the wide entrance, his eyes finding yours over the blonde security guard’s shoulder before trailing down to study the arm draped over your waist. The plan was for you to guide him away from this gallery and into another, but there you were, barely an inch separating you and the tall man. San’s eyebrow twitched at the proximity, but more so at the dumb smile splitting his face in half while his other arm points towards where your ‘friend’ was supposedly waiting for you. Meeting your gaze once again, he gave you a firm nod before solemnly staring ahead.

With a flirty smile and a few bats of your eyelashes, you slipped a fake number into Mingi’s phone and walked away, the guard barely noticing you walking in the opposite direction of which he pointed you in.

San’s eyes flitted to the antique clock hung up on the wall across from him, turning around just in time to watch a man with a sharp nose and jet-black hair approach him. Quickly glancing at his ID card, San bowed slightly and began walking away as his ‘shift’ came to an end.

“Wait,” the deep baritone halted San’s movements, twisting his torso to look back at the guard. “Let me see your ID,” he reached a hand out, palm up and expecting.

San blinked once, twice, before pulling the lanyard off his neck and handing it to the man in front of him, turning his body to face him fully. The grim man examined the card, flipping it over a few times before sliding it back into San’s hand.

“Good work today, Yunho,” he gave him a tight smile which San reciprocated with a small bow before he moved away to stand where San had been all evening.

Stepping out of the stuffy exhibit and into the chilly night, San inhaled deeply, walking down the small steps and reaching into his blazer for the felt bag, swiftly stuffing it into his slacks before shrugging off the loose uniform and slinging it over his shoulder. He strutted down the block, his lips pursed as he whistled mindlessly, his soiled tank top sticking to his body with the night breeze blowing over his skin.

A few minutes of walking led him to a familiar convenience store, the lights flickering weakly and the table set out the front swaying with the light wind. Casually peeking over his shoulder, he made sure no one was following him before turning a corner, your familiar figure – resting against the graffitied wall – waiting for him in the damp alleyway. You pushed yourself off the grimy concrete, a smile stretching your lips when your eyes zeroed in on the felt bag pinched between two of his fingers.

Grabbing onto the thin material of his tank top, you pushed San backwards until his body crashed into the wall, the red on your lips transferring to his when you pressed your mouths together, the metallic taste of blood seeping into your taste buds as you licked over the corner of his lip. San’s fingers wrapped around your nape, inhaling deeply before parting his lips and running his tongue over your bottom teeth. Cold fingers tickled the sides of your neck, a heavy weight falling over your collarbones while San’s tongue pressed against yours. One of your hands untangled from the material of his top, running over your decolletage until your fingers made contact with the cool silver and curved over the slope of the large diamonds. The felt bag – now empty and worthless – fell into the puddle by your feet, the malodor of sewage masked by the hunger in San’s eyes, his hands wandering over your body while he devoured you.

A loud honk from the van parked down the alley cut your fit of passion short. You giggled at San’s irritated griping as you made your way to the vehicle, the metal surface littered with dents of various sizes and the colourful lettering chipping off the white paint. You walked past San as he pulled at the back handles, skipping your way to the front and watching the door fly open, sliding into the passenger seat as Wooyoung retreated back into his.

“Welcome back,” he flicked the tip of your nose, his eyes fixed on the glimmering stones hanging off your neck. “I’m guessing we can skip the debrief?” A lopsided smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Looping two fingers around the silver band, he tugged you towards him, the clasp digging into the back of your neck as some of the lipstick still painting your lips smeared over Wooyoung’s, his tongue gliding over yours to flatten over the roof of your mouth.

The curtain behind you slid open, San’s deep grumble obscured by your heavy breathing. “Ya! I worked my ass off to get that. If you wanna pull that hard, just buy her a leash,” he propped his forearm on the back of the seat, resting his chin over it to study the red smudged over Wooyoung’s lips.

“Worked our asses off,” you complained.

“No, I worked my ass off while you were busy flirting with that prick.”

You could see Wooyoung’s eyebrow quirk, his questioning gaze lasting only a second before he parted from you with a final kiss, letting go of the necklace and slumping back in his seat to turn the engine on. “Leave her alone, Sannie. If you wanted to be praised for doing your job right, you should’ve just said so,” he pressed his foot down on the pedal, reversing out of the alleyway before digging his palm into the steering wheel and turning it twice to move onto the empty road.

The pout on your lips faded when your eyes met San’s, angling his chin to point at Wooyoung, the silent communication bringing a shared smile to your lips.

“Youngie,” you tugged on his sleeve, leaning over the console to get closer to him.

“Yeah, baby?” his eyes remained trained on the road, a few cars driving alongside him on the dark highway.

San chuckled breathily, “I think our pretty girl wants to thank you for the ride. We couldn’t have pulled this off without you. Right, sweetheart?”

You nodded eagerly, gliding your palm up his thigh and inwards to tease at his clothed crotch. He glanced over at you, his teeth peeking through his parting lips, the corners curled upwards.

“Oh really? Is there anything else you want to thank me for?”

“Thank you for getting rid of that Yunho guy, we would’ve been in trouble if he had been there,” your fingers trailed over the zipper, circling his button before popping it open.

“Mm, that’s right. Come on now, sweet girl, thank me properly,” Wooyoung slumped further down in his seat, widening his legs and dropping one hand off the steering wheel to give you space.

Just as you freed his half-hard length from the confines of his boxers, San’s hand cupped the back of your head and pushed you down. Your torso bent over the console, the gear stick digging into your waist by the time San let go of you.

You pulled away slightly, fingers wrapped around his base and tongue rolled out to place kitten licks over his cockhead. Wooyoung peeked down at you to follow the line of drool dripping off your tongue to lubricate his cock, snapping his eyes back up to the road with a guttural groan squeezed your fist around him. You pressed your lips to his tip, placing your hands over his upper thighs and moving back to admire the painted outline of your lips – the last of your lipstick colouring it red.

When you deemed him hard enough, your lips closed around his leaking head, giving him a gentle suck to feel his thighs contract before taking him further into your mouth. You nuzzled your nose into the hair around his base and relaxed your throat, flattening your tongue over the underside of his cock and reveling in the tight grunts it elicited from above.

A loud horn blared from the lane beside yours, Wooyoung’s vision unblurring and his palm hurriedly gliding over the steering wheel to adjust the swerving van. San snickered behind him, partly at your muffled coughs around the younger man’s cock as the rough steering jerked your body around. You pull away to breathe once the vehicle settled, inhaling deeply and clearing your throat, the bitter taste of precum on your tongue.

“I don’t think she’s thanking you hard enough, Youngie,” San tsked behind you, palming over his clothed cock as he took in your red eyes and sniffling nose.

“Mm, I think you’re right,” the arm resting idly over the console raised, fingers tangling in the hair at your nape and pushing your head downwards until the warmth of your mouth engulfed him once again, soft groans escaping through gritted teeth as your throat constricted around his tip. With the hand in your hair, he began moving you over his cock, bobbing your head and noting the weight of the necklace adoring your neck falling over his thigh every time his tip brushed against your uvula. “Fuuuuck, that’s my good girl.”

The outline of his vein slid over your tongue, pulsing as you took him down your throat. You could hear the slick movement of San’s hand over his cock, his eyes moving between your stretched lips and Wooyoung’s parted ones, soft, breathy moans muffled under the wind rushing through the open window. You felt him twitch inside your mouth, the familiar clench of his abdomen egging you on, taking him all the way and hollowing your cheeks. The van veered to the left again, Wooyoung’s eyes barely open as pleasure rushed through his veins with every squeeze around his cockhead. You swallowed around him once, twice, before gagging around the hot ribbons of white shooting down your throat. The limp fingers in your hair regained their strength, pushing your head down while he rolled his hips into your mouth, your jaw going slack as he used you to milk out the last of his cum.

San’s eyes fluttered shut to take in the melodies playing through Wooyoung’s parted lips – rough grunts paired with airy moans while he fucked the last of his load into your mouth, pulling you off him to wipe the tip of his cock over your face, a line of cum smeared over your cheek. A few seconds of muted shuffling passed before saltiness consumed San’s tastebuds, your mouth roughly pressing against his, tongue breaching his lips to share some of Wooyoung’s release. His Adam’s apple bobbed, eagerly swallowing down the tangy liquid before diving in for more, pushing you further into him with a hand to the back of your head. A throaty moan vibrated against your lips, San’s cock lurching in his limp fist as he sucked the last of Wooyoung’s load off your tongue. Pulling away, you grabbed San’s jaw firmly and moved your head closer to spit into his open mouth, a mixture of your spit and his marbled with milky white reflecting the passing streetlights before disappearing down his throat.

“Wooyoung, fuck,” he spoke, words slurred from the tight grip you have on his jaw, rolling his wrist around his leaking cockhead. “Pull over. I need her right fucking now.”

The van jumped over a speedbump, the driver too distracted to slow down, eyes trained on the overhead mirror instead of the road as two bodies moved steadily in the reflection. Two fingers twisted the volume knob to the left, silencing the music to revel in the harmony of moans surging from the back of the van.

The worn-down mattress was anything but comfortable, your dripping pussy adding to the stains decorating it. Looking over to the side, your eyes settled on the discarded boxing gloves from the night before, splotches of maroon flaking off the faux leather. One of San’s hands cupped the back of your head, pushing your face down while he pounded into you from the back, his other pulling at the necklace around your neck, the diamonds pressing into your skin to form thin crescents.

Wooyoung scoffed at the sight – red spreading from the soiled collar of San’s tank top and up to his neck, beads of sweat rolling down his skin and sinking into the cheap cotton. “What happened to all your hard work, hm?” his eyes rolled down to San’s white knuckles, wrapped tightly around the accessory restricting your airflow.

“Shut up,” he spat, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs as he pumped his cock between your fluttering walls. The hand covering the back of your head slid down your spine to squeeze at your waist, his blunt nails stabbing into your heated flesh while husky grunts vibrated through his throat.

Wooyoung’s eyes shifted to your face, concealed as you looked over to the side, your lips parted with drool pooling under your head. “Aw, I think Sannie got a little jealous earlier. Right, sweetheart?”

The words reduced to mere sounds in your head, the syllables meshing as San’s cockhead pistoned into your g-spot, barely registering the rough fingers tangling into the hair at your crown before sharp pain seared through your scalp, your chest lifting off the tattered mattress and neck craning as San angled your face upwards. You sucked in deep breaths now that the silver band wasn't digging into your neck, choking around broken cries of pleasure. Hooded eyes studied your face in the small mirror – pupils dilated, tears and glitter eyeshow staining your heated cheeks with saliva trickling down your chin, body jerking forward every time San’s hips slammed into yours, his cock stretching you open around his girth.

“'Don’t think she can answer,” San rasped, his eyes dropping to watch the flesh of your ass ripple every time he drove into your clenching cunt. “Ah- So fucking tight for me.”

Wooyoung’s fingers squeezed around the steering wheel, “is he fucking you good, baby?” The corners of his lips twitched with a concealed smirk, “or is my pretty slut still thinking about that man’s cock?”

Your brain short-circuited, shots of burning pleasure soaring through your veins and forcing your eyes shut. “it’s good, s-so good,” your speech was barely coherent, moans spilling out of you as San continued to fuck you through Wooyoung’s interrogation.

“What about my second question?” San’s eyes flew towards the mirror to meet Wooyoung’s, clenching his jaw so tight it bordered on painful, the younger man smiling to himself over how easy it was to rile San up.

San rammed his cock inside you, holding it deep within your cunt while he bent at the waist to whisper in your ear, the deep baritone of his voice nearly masked under your pathetic moaning, “be a good girl and answer Youngie’s question, or have I already fucked you dumb?"

“I-I’m not! ‘Love Sannie’s cock so much- hnngh!” your upper body flopped onto the mattress, your scalp burning under the palm San had flattened over your head, fingers rubbing soothing lines over your roots while he ground his cock into your heat.

“That’s right,” he pressed his lips to your slick shoulder and gave you a harsh thrust, rolling his hips once, twice before pulling off you. His hands slid down your body to grab at your hips, dragging you back over his length with a grip tight enough to promise bruises. One of his knees nudged against your inner thigh to spread your legs even further, giving you a few seconds to breathe before he began hammering his cock into you. “Love my cock so much you’ll let me breed this tight pussy, won’t you, darling?

“Nghh- fuck! Sannie, please-”

“Give it to me, love, ‘wanna feel you cream all over my cock,” the tautness of his voice, strained as he chased his orgasm with sloppy thrusts, was enough to send you over the edge.

Your vision went black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, thighs shaking while you your orgasm rushed through you. A succession of curses and San’s name rolled off your tongue, followed by desperate pleas for him to come as he frantically humped your overstimulated cunt. Your body jolted as pain mixed with pleasure, your vision blurring with tears while San used you like a cocksleeve, leaning over you to whisper in your ear, whimpered praise falling off his tongue – a melody of ‘just a little more’ and ‘you can take it’ sending shivers down your spine.

You felt him split you open thrice before a familiar warmth spread through your lower belly, his cock twitching between your fluttering walls as he unloaded his seed inside you. His arms wrapped around your middle, holding your body flush against his shuddering chest while he grinded into your used cunt, draining himself of every last drop. Delicate hands smoothed over your sides at the pained whimper you released into the dungy mattress, San’s softening cock slipping out of you and making way for a stream of his cum to trickle out of your gaping hole. He took a few seconds to moon over the mess he'd created before pursing his lips and adding to it, dropping a wad of spit onto your drenched pussy, your hips jolting when a calloused thumb ran through the fluids painting your folds.

You barely noticed the van making a sharp turn, the engine going silent half a minute later and drawing your attention to the front, a rest stop sign shining through the windshield. Wooyoung’s head poked through the gap between the seats, his eyes glazed over as he took in the sweaty bodies sprawled out in their own mess. He lifted his arm to hurl a roll of cash at San, his eyes remaining fixed on your twitching form as he imagined the steady stream of cum making its way down your thighs.

“Sannie, go grab some food and water. I think I need to be thanked a little more.”

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moonhoures · 7 months

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Cowgirl

🕷️ kinktober — day 10: costumes 🕸️

pairing: wooyoung (ateez) + reader (afab)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, cowboy/cowgirl costumes, lots of lame cowboy-related jokes/comments bc i think i’m funny ig (sorry), protected sex 👍🏻, reverse cowgirl position, ass slapping, reader is half-clothed during sex

word count: ~2.2k

synopsis: you and your boyfriend can’t get enough of each other in your halloween costumes

a/n: the way my ateez bias list is in shambles after writing these kinktober posts….. 😔

posted: october 10, 2023

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“________! Are you ready yet?”

Wooyoung’s voice rung out through the house as he looked around the room, trying to recall where he had set down his cowboy hat. While his eyes trailed over the room, the sound of your boots thudding down the stairs caught his attention. He turned to watch your entrance to the living room, and his eyes widened at the sight of you in all your glory. Your body covered in a black, leather cowgirl outfit that matched his own. The matching costumes were his idea, but you were the one that had picked them out. This was the first time seeing you in yours, and it was taking his breath away.

Your breasts were practically spilling out of the top of your tight-fitted, sleeveless vest that showed off your midriff. He was thankful you were wearing a black bra underneath, because the buttons on the vest looked like they were minutes away from popping open—not that he would really complaint about that. Black leather shorts hugged your ass and the tops of your thighs snuggly. Leather boots, with fringe that matched the kind on your vest, reached up just past your knee. A faux lasso was coiled up and attached to the empty belt loop on your hip.

“Close your mouth, babe, you’re gonna catch flies,” you teased your boyfriend, holding out his missing cowboy hat to him while you set your own on top of your head, “And you forgot this upstairs.”

Wooyoung quickly shut his mouth, took the hat from your hand, and set it on his head. The two of you stood in front of the mirror displayed by your front door, making last minute adjustments of your clothes before you planned to leave. You smiled as you admired your good work at finding matching outfits; you had to admit you both looked really good. Wooyoung’s leather pants and matching vest just fit him so well. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of his ass in the tight pants you got him.

“My eyes are up here, ________.”

Now Wooyoung was the one teasing you, throwing you a wink as he caught your eyes in the mirror. You rolled your eyes playfully, and handed him his keys before nudging him towards the door.

Your mutual friend, Seonghwa, was throwing a costumer party for Halloween that started at 8pm. So naturally you two showed up fifteen minutes late because Wooyoung swore he knew how to get to his house without using the GPS—spoiler alert, he didn’t. But Seonghwa still greeted you both at the door with a big smile and a glass half-full of some kind of liquor nonetheless.

“Woohoo, first couple of the night just got in from the West? I love it,” he gestured to your outfits before embracing you in a quick hug.

“All _______’s idea,” Wooyoung gave you your credit, his hand never leaving your hip as you two walked in and your friend closed the door behind you.

“She does have good fashion sense,” Seonghwa winked in your direction before bringing you to the kitchen where everyone else was indulging in the snacks and drinks while music played from the living room.

For the next few hours, you and your boyfriend socialized with the growing number of party guests, most of whom you already knew. So you had no problem making your way through the house without your boyfriend unlike how you usually would in a party setting. But you two still danced and chatted with your friends for a while before you separated. At one point you got caught up in a card game with Yunho, San, and a handful of other partygoers. Wooyoung was off somewhere talking with Seonghwa and Hongjoong for almost half an hour before he realized how long you had been gone, presumably in the bathroom. After excusing himself, he set off to look for you.

When he found you in the dining room playing cards, he lingered by the doorway, watching you as he took sips of his drink. You looked hot beyond belief. Your sharp eyes watched everyone placing their cards on the tables, the gears in your head turning. Even in the shitty, dim lighting of the dining room, you still glowed. And when the game went your way, you hollered with excitement, leaping from your chair and moving your arm in a lasso movement to play off of your costume. Wooyoung couldn’t help the way he smiled.

You reached across the table, bringing all the chips to your corner with a wide smile on your lips. As the cards got reshuffled and you took another sip from your drink, you made eye contact with your boyfriend across the room. You grinned at him, noticing him taking a seat on the stool near him. While the next game started you could feel Wooyoung’s eyes on you, and it made your face feel hot. But you liked it. You liked the way he watched you play with a concupiscent expression on his face. The way his intense eyes were covered in darkness from the shade of his cowboy hat, which only added to how sexy he already looked. You really had to give yourself a pat on the back for these costumes.

“________,” Yunho nodded in your direction to get your attention back to the game, “Your turn.”

You snapped back to the task at hand, taking your hand of cards and fanning them out in a way only you could see them. The handful of partygoers that lingered around the table watched you and the other players inspect their cards. But Wooyoung’s eyes were on you—only you—and they were practically burning holes through you. You shifted under his gaze, suddenly feeling very antsy and, honestly, extremely horny.

While the next round started, you made the mistake of looking up over your cards at your boyfriend again. He was still sat on his stool, but he was leaning back with one elbow propped against the counter. His other hand was loosely holding the stereotypically big, flashy, silver belt buckle on his pants. The lack of effort he was putting in to look so fucking attractive was majorly doing it for you. In that moment you decided to focus on finishing the game and getting home as soon as possible.

Luckily for you, Wooyoung seemed to be on the same page. You didn’t win that round, but when you met him by the counter, he still praised you for how well you played.

“You know, you are so hot when you’re competitive,” he said, eyes glinting as he leaned his head up to look at you from under the brim of his hat.

“Really? I was gonna say the same about you,” your fingers trailed from his leather-covered knee up to the top of his thigh as you spoke, making his Adam’s apple shift, “I meant, you looked really hot watching me play.”

“Hm, I wonder what two hot people in costumes could do on a night like this,” he sighed dramatically, not missing the way you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“I was thinking we could go home. I could, uh, use a ride,” you arched a brow at him, further enunciating your words as a hint.

“Well duh, we came here together.”

You shook your head softly and tried not to laugh, “No, babe, I’m a cowgirl, remember? I could use a ride.”

This time your fingers reached up to his belt, gripping his buckle and tugging at it softly. Your boyfriend smirked, looking at the way your thighs brushed against his legs. He could already imagine how you would look riding him on the couch—he figured you two wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.

“I’ll go get my keys.”

You pecked a chaste kiss to his lips before zig-zagging through the people in the house to the front door. You did run into Seonghwa on your way out, and you made sure to thank him for inviting you two. He pouted, commenting that it was so early for you to be leaving, but when he saw the look Wooyoung was giving you as he rejoined you by the front door, he instantly understood the situation.

“Alright, go have a good night. Just don’t drive like a maniac!” he called after you before the door closed behind you both.

Wooyoung heeded his friend’s warning, driving safely despite being distracted by your lips on his cheek and neck at red lights. But as soon as he got home and threw the car into park, all bets were off. Seatbelts clicking filled the car as you both leaped out of your seats. Wooyoung was quick to unlock the front door, and he hooked his keys onto the key holder by the light switch. Once the door was closed, he pressed you up against it, giggles erupting between the two of you as you went in for a kiss and your hats bumped into each other.

He took his off, tossing it to the floor before diving back in for the kiss, his lips and tongue clashing with yours. You moaned when you felt his hips grinding up against yours and the chunky buckle of his belt rubbing against your lower stomach. The buttons on your vest popped open one-by-one at the expertise of his fingertips, causing you to gasp in surprise. He smirked at you as you pulled away from the kiss.

“How ‘bout that ride now?”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours to lead him to the bedroom. No couch tonight, I guess, he thought as you passed it up. You flipped on the light switch, illuminating the room while you kicked off your boots and pushed them aside. Your boyfriend followed your lead, took off the rest of his clothes, quickly put on a condom, and then climbed onto his side of the bed. He asked you to leave your top and hat on—“for fun”, he said. Then he licked his lips in anticipation, watching you get on from the opposite side of the bed after removing your leather shorts and panties.

“Hop on,” Wooyoung patted his thigh, eyes raking up and down your figure before you got yourself comfortable on his lap, back turned to him. Oh, reverse cowgirl, he thought. This is gonna be great.

Your knees dug into the mattress at the sides of your boyfriend’s thighs, and you let out a sigh of satisfaction when you felt his waiting cock against your wet folds. You learned forward, putting on a show for Wooyoung, swaying your hips just enough to put your pussy on full display for him. He let out a small groan, and the next thing you knew, his hands were on your ass.

“Like what you see?” you teased him, rocking your hips while he rubbed the plump of your cheeks.

“Love it,” he assured you.

With his hungry, expecting eyes on you, you reached between your thighs and took his erection in your hand. You lined up the head of his cock to your cunt. Blissful breaths fell off of both of your lips as your warmth engulfed him. He was buried deep; you could feel him in places that even your toys couldn’t reach. It was perfect.

You began rocking your hips, up and down and back and forth, building a rhythm. You smiled to yourself as you heard your boyfriend make little noises of pleasure. And if that wasn’t a clue that he was enjoying the view, then it was the way his fingers gripped your ass, pulling your cheeks further apart so he could watch himself disappear between them. He landed one good slap against your flesh, then another and another, encouraging you to go faster. Your hat was starting to slip off from how quickly you were moving, so you reached up to adjust it.

“That’s it, cowgirl, keep going,” you heard him say, and you obliged. You continued to bounce on him, the space between your thighs growing wetter by the minute.

“Fuck- Are you close?” you asked, your orgasm brewing deep in your belly.

“If you keep fucking me like this, I will be- Ah!” he hissed as you clenched on him and seated yourself down completely on him, grinding your hips harder than before. You braced your hands on his knees, leaning forward a little. You arched your back, letting him watch you fuck him in hopes of getting him to cum sooner. Seconds later he was moaning your name and his hands were holding your hips so tightly that you knew there would be marks there in the morning. Man, did you know your boyfriend well, or what?

Your vagina squeezed and clenched around his condom-coated cock while you breathed heavily between moans of his name. Your hips slowly came to a halt, and Wooyoung’s hands finally fell to his sides on the bed.

“Remind me why we haven’t done this before?” he asked, making you laugh.

“Because we haven’t had a reason to wear costumes since we started dating,” you reminded him, peeking at him over your shoulder before you dismounted from his lap. Your knees pressed into the mattress beside him, then you were plopping onto the space there, cuddling against his side.

“Well we should start considering other costumes, y’know, . . . for next year,” he shrugged, head tilting to look at you.

“Next year? Why wait? We can dress up anytime we want to, not just for Halloween,” you winked at him, earning raised eyebrows in response.

“Say less. I’m putting you in the next sexy costume I can get my hands on.”

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Back to you (Crumble pt 2.)

Wooyoung x FEM!reader

| non-idol au | drama/romance | 18+!! |

Weeks apart from Wooyoung and San have effected you mentally and physically. Your travel companion has no luck breaking through to you and with all your energy drained, you pass out. What happens after the hospital will change everything.

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Every part of you felt numb. Your body was heavy and heart shattered. The whole event of last night played through your head over and over again, hurting more each time.

You didn’t want it to be real. You didn’t want San and Wooyoung to be gone.

“Wake up. We’re here.” The males voice came from the front seat.

You sat up to look at your surroundings, a small cabin on a lake front with not much else in sight. To most it would be peaceful, but to you it was hell at the moment.

You took Ella from her car seat, holding her in your lap as you sighed quietly. “Guess we’re here.” You told her, exiting the car.

“Where are we?” You asked the male, who was grabbing the bags from the car.

“Somewhere safe.” He simply replied, motioning for you to follow him to the cabin.

You rolled your eyes at his answer, following inside. It was decent enough, a living room with tv, the kitchen was stocked with new pots and pans, and a pile of groceries were stacked on the floor.

You made your way down the hall, glancing in at the bathroom before finding your and Ella’s bags in a room at the end of the hall. You got her freshened up and grabbed a bottle before setting in a crib that had been set up.

You laid on your side on the bed across from the crib, watching as she played with the toys and stuffies Woo had grabbed for her. You couldn’t help but cry again, feeling hopeless and confused.

San and Wooyoung had always kept the business side of things hush hush, but over time you started to pick up on little things. Woo arranged boxing matches where people placed high bets to watch San fight an opponent.

99% of the time San was victorious, in exception for Leeknow. Every few weeks the boys would come home after a loss and chat over how to defeat him the next time. Woo always said the loss left a dent in their wallets.

The knock on the door woke you up. You groaned quietly, not even realizing you had fallen asleep.

“Sorry…she’s been fussing. I can take her if you want.” The male said.

It was only now you realized who had been accompanying you this whole time. “Mingi?”

“Yea..I didn’t think you remembered.” He chuckled, taking a few steps towards the crib.

“No.” You said quickly, “I got her.”

You rushed to your feet to swoop Ella into your arms, hushing her as you dug through one of the bags.

“Sorry.” Mingi said quietly, scratching the back of his head. “I have dinner going. It’ll be ready soon.” He smiled softly before turning and heading back to the kitchen.

You didn’t exactly remember Mingi, but he had been one of your elementary school friends and you thought he’d left town years ago.

Once you found a soother for Ella, you both made your way into the kitchen. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep, but the cabin looked much cozier than when you arrived.

A small play area had been set up in the living room, which you placed Ella into after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Are you hungry?” Mingi asked from the kitchen.

“Uh, no. No thanks. Ella’s probably starving.”

“I made her mashed peas and potatoes. There’s a few pieces of pork chop cooling for her too.”

To your surprise, the food at prepared correctly for her age and was made into a smiley face on a cute dinosaur plate.

“Don’t worry, I know how to not kill a baby. I have a three year old and a handful of nieces and nephews.” Mingi smirked, passing you the plate and a baby spoon.

“Thanks.” You mumbled quietly.

You sat inside Ella’s play area and propped her inside the bumbo seat before feeding her dinner.

“I think she approves.” Mingi said from the kitchen table as he munched down on his own meal.

You ignored his comment, focusing on keeping Ella’s face clean as your thoughts wondered to Woo and San. You couldn’t help but worry and wonder where they were, if they were okay. Not to mention the hurt you felt from then suddenly leaving you.

The day creeped into night and you went along with your normal routine with Ella, bathing her and reading a couple of stories before settling her down in bed with a bottle.

Mingi had made himself comfortable in the smaller bedroom, setting up a little gaming station and some mood lighting. It seemed like he was always making someplace feel like home.

“You still haven’t eaten.”

His deep voice creeped out from his room, you peaked in to see him sitting on a bean bag chair, playing gta on a small tv screen.

“I just don’t feel hungry. I’m fine though.” You smiled softly before turning towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you mind listening out for her?”

“No problem at all.”

The hot water washed over your face as you sobbed as quiet as you could. There was a million questions running through your head. Why San would just send you off without explanation. Why they couldn’t go with you. There was no off button to the mess in your head.

As you opened the bathroom door, Mingi gave you a small wave, “She’s snoring. I’m heading to sleep soon.” He stretched out before standing up and heading to the door, leaning onto the side as he started to close it.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks. Night.”

You tried to comfort yourself with Woo’s shirt, the familiar sent of him brought you mixed emotions, which you tried your best to push aside. At some point you drifted to sleep on your tear stained pillow, thought it was nothing compared to falling asleep in Woo’s arms as he fucked you slowly.

The next few days felt numb. You went through day by day, moment by moment just focusing on Ella. You were a mess. You had barely eaten, barely spoken to Mingi. The only update you had gotten was that Leeknow had thrown a fight and his people were angry with the loss.

You were too exhausted to focus on what was being told to you as Mingi filled you in the latest events.

“I guess it’s almost resolved. There was some sort of confrontation but they ended up actually chatting.”

Your eyes tried to focus on Mingi cleaned dishes, but the room started to spin.

“If all goes well, you should be going home pretty so-”

Your body fell to the ground with a hard thud as you blacked out. The lack of food and hours of crying finally had you hitting a brick wall.

Mingi cursed as a glass dropped from his hand, he ran to your side and patted your face a few times. “Fuck. Come on, wake up.”

He grabbed your glass of water off the table and splashed it on your face, “Y/N.” He tapped your face a little harder as you woke a bit, still very fuzzy and spaced.

You remember being in the car as Mingi drove towards the nearest hospital. Ella was strapped in her seat and you laid fading in and out on the seat next to her.

The beeping of a heart monitor rang in your ears as you came out of unconsciousness, you mumbled to yourself as the nurse greeted you and let you know what was going on.

“We gave you some fluids but you’re going to need to eat before you leave, other than that, you and the baby are overall fine.”

“What?” Your tone was unexpectedly harsher than you expected.

“Well we had to run a blood test just to make sure it was lack of nutrients…I-I’m sorry, if you didn’t know.”

You stared blankly for a moment, “No-“ you paused to look at her, offering a small smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You laughed quietly as a tear fell down your cheek. “Thank you.”

After following the doctors orders and apologizing to Mingi and Ella for not taking care of your self, you were happily on your way home.

Though your heart ached for Wooyoung more than ever, you couldn’t help but smile down at your stomach.

“I think you should name them Grey.”

“Grey?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite color - well actually charcole, but that’s a weird name for a kid.”

You shook your head and laughed as the drive continued, filled with small chat and plans to make the best of things.

“By the way” Mingi started as he pulled into the long driveway down to the cabin, he paused and quickly checked his phone before pointing to a car parked near the house. “You have a visitor.”

Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of your brother as the car came to a stop, you rushed out and over to hug him tightly.

“I swear to god if you ever do that again”

“It won’t happen again. Ever.”

“Promise.”

“Promise. We’re going straight.”

San explained how Wooyoung had made a deal with Leeknow’s people to get them out of the game and in exchange they would own and operate a car repair shop.

As San continued to speak, your eyes drifted to the cabin door opening and you took off running towards Wooyoung as he walked out.

Tears were streaming down your face as you leaped into his arms, kissing his lips as deep as you could.

“You came back.” You whispered against his lips, pressing your head against his.

“I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

“Good. Ella and her little brother or sister are gonna need their daddy.”

Woo looked down at you with a look of shock and wonder, which you nodded a few times to confirm what he was thinking.

He wrapped his arms around you again, spinning you around as he kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“Get a room!” San yelled with a laugh.

Woo gave him the finger as he carried you back into the cabin and closed the door behind him.

You laughed in his arms and held onto him until he put you back on the ground, “Go get your daughter.” You laughed, giving him another kiss.

“Our daughter.” He whispered.

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starrysvn · 11 months

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place in me | jung wooyoung

pairing: chef!wooyoung x chef!gn reader

genre: angst, slow burn, fluff, ex2l

word count: 17k

warnings: angsty af, kinda toxic workplace, food, drinking, i know jackshit about cooking apart from hell's kitchen, masterchef and google searches, one (1) sex joke, reader is kinda dumb.

a/n: this has been in the works since march. i gotta stop procrastinating. anyhoww, i cited "m. butterfly" by david henry hwang and reworked one of my favorite quotes ever from "jane eyre" by charlotte brontë bc i luv her. hope u guys enjoy it <3

networks: @cromernet 🫶🏻

playlist: beside you by 5sos, finally // beautiful stranger by halsey, sparks fly by taylor swift, sorry by halsey, back to december by taylor swift, right where you left me by taylor swift, the winner takes it all by abba, haunted by taylor swift, amnesia by 5sos, place in me by luke hemmings

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During quiet nights you worked best. It had always been that way ever since you were a student and you didn’t think things would change. Not when the kitchen was completely silent except for the slow rumbling of whatever you had on the stove and the swift swish of your chopping knife against the cutting board. You loved listening to music while cooking, but on nights like these, you preferred the muffled sounds of the city coming in from the cracked open window and the occasional humming that left your mouth.

It was peaceful enough to remember why you loved cooking so much. Not that you ever forgot but, lately, it was hard to find joy in your job. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen kept you busy enough to render your work almost mechanical, punctuated by the quick rhythm of orders coming in. All the loud noises around you sent you into a frenzy more often than not.

It was on nights like these - in the kitchen of your own apartment, off duty for the evening - immersed in the mellow atmosphere you created, that you wondered if it had all been worth it. The studying, the getting yelled at, Paris… If it had all brought you to this - working in a Michelin star restaurant you had only ever dreamed of setting foot in - but could never get you anywhere past it. If this was your final dream, your last ambition, then why did it all feel so heavy?

It was a question you could never answer. You took great pride in your work and in yourself for getting you where you were. You liked some of your fellow chefs, and the reaction your answer got out of people when they asked you where you worked. It lit a match in you, it felt like a pat on the shoulder to your younger self. But when you got home exhausted and so not ready to face it all again the next morning, doubt clung heavily to your mind.

You turned off the burner with a sour taste in your mouth you knew only your cooking could melt away. Sat down in front of your gamjatang, you took a big breath before diving in. You had avoided the dish like the plague ever since then, but somehow tonight your hands moved for you when reaching for the ingredients. The circumstances couldn’t have been more different than when you last cooked it; you weren’t hungover, it wasn’t four in the morning, and you weren’t halfway across the world with him.

A memory pushed and shoved to come to the forefront of your mind, one about warmth and love and understanding all washing over you in the tiny kitchenette of a Paris apartment where, with him, you tipsily laughed and slow danced to the music of your hearts beating at the same time.

It wasn’t surprising that it just didn’t taste the same. Recipe and execution-wise it was perfect, you couldn’t count the amount of times you cooked the soup. But it tasted off, somehow. And right now you didn’t have the mental capacity to analyze why. So you just ate in silence, a slight frown on your lips with every spoonful, grateful you only had to load the washing machine before going to bed, disappointed your peaceful night of cooking had been ruined.

–

“What’s got your panties in a twist today?”

Park Seonghwa was your favorite coworker. You two started working at Hwang’s at the same time and bonded pretty quickly. He was quiet and focused, a perfectionist when it came to his job and never really contributed to the migraine-inducing bustling crowd of chefs around you. He also would never dare to speak like this when you both were in earshot of the sous chef. You sighed. Apparently, you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and proceeded to grill your junior chef Jongho with more bite than usual.

“Please don’t say that when Seo’s so close to us,” you flashed him a warning look which was met with a mischievous smirk.

“We all know you’re aiming for his spot, with the scolding you just did he can only be proud,” the sous chef in your kitchen had the reputation of being even worse than head chef Lee, truly the bane of everyone’s existence. You didn’t want to be like him.

“Oh, lord,” you shook your head, slowing down your chopping the slightest bit. You’d woken up with a headache after a fitful night of sleep, already frustrated with the world before even facing it. Missing the bus and clocking in late didn’t help either, not when you were greeted with a murderous glare from the head chef. You didn’t mean to be snappy with your junior, but things had inevitably piled up.

“I don’t even know if I want the position anymore,” you grunted under your breath, earning a soft giggle from Seonghwa.

“Careful saying that out loud, or the vultures will try even harder to take you down,” he knew better than to bump his shoulder with yours, lest he interrupted your furious chopping and ended up being the reason you lost a finger, but did it anyway. The sweet gesture comforted you, surprisingly you didn’t feel the urge to bite his head off.

“Let them,” you meant the words to sound a little less disheartened than they did, but all of last night’s thinking had seemingly gotten to you. Seonghwa gave you a confused look but could say little before being interrupted.

“Executive Chef Kim needs to speak to you,” the eyes of the whole kitchen were on you as a sort of stillness descended upon everyone. Even Seonghwa beside you looked surprised, even if less than everyone else. You knew in his head he was probably cooking up some joke about you being the next tyrant sous.

There were two ways this encounter could go: either fire you or promote you. A conviction that grew stronger when you entered the still-empty restaurant and sat at a table were not only the executive chef, but also the owner and manager, waiting for you. Why would they do this hours before opening?

“Thank you for joining us,” manager Na said as soon as you sat down in front of them. “As you may be aware, chef Kim and chef Lee have had their eyes on you as a possible candidate to replace chef Seo once he retires.” Her piercing eyes stared deep into your soul. You nodded, almost afraid to speak, wondering why in the world you chose to work for such intimidating people.

“I’m afraid you will not be taking that spot.”

A low blow. Somehow, even when you were neither too hopeful nor too enthusiastic about becoming sous chef, the rejection still hurt. It still sent a jolt of disappointment and self-doubt shooting through you. Were you not doing a good job? Were you not up to their standards?

“However,” you looked up again, your eyes now on executive chef Kim. “Mr. Hwang is opening up another restaurant.”

“I’m not sure I follow,” you mumbled, wheels slowly turning in your head. Manager Na smiled knowingly.

“I would like to give you the opportunity to become head chef in my new restaurant,” Mr. Hwang said. “I’m told by chef Kim and chef Lee that you would fit the position better than the one of sous chef. I trust their judgment.”

It took all you had not to let your jaw hang in front of them. Head chef? Had they lost their minds? Never had your mind taken the decision for you before you could even rationalize your thoughts.

“Could I think about it?”

“Time ticks fast here, you know that chef Y/L/N,” Manager Na’s intimidating eyes were on you again. “We’d like to have an answer in two days at most.”

With a curt nod, they dismissed you. You didn’t think you had ever made a beeline for the bathroom so fast in your entire life. Surely, you couldn’t go back into the kitchen looking like your cat just died. Everybody would know something was wrong, they would know that the position as sous was still free and you had been shot down. And there was little they could do better than kicking a man when he was down.

So you sat in the cubicle, trying to calm your shaking hands and regain composure. Act like nothing happened. Betray no emotion. Go back to dicing potatoes exactly one centimeter by one centimeter. Not a millimeter more, not one less.

Assholes. All of them. They couldn’t have chosen a better moment to tell you this than the most hectic night of the week. And now you’d have to work through it. Through the eyes trailed on you, holding questions and spite and jealousy. Through chef Lee’s and chef Seo’s yelled reprimanding, making sure everything was just perfect for the critic coming in.

Just one more night.

Never had you held on so tightly to such meager consolation.

–

“You look like you need a beer.”

Seonghwa’s voice broke the silence of the back alley. After closing, you decided to stick around instead of fleeing home like you usually would. It had been a while since the last time you sat outside the back entrance of the kitchen, alone with your thoughts after hours of noise.

“I need vodka,” you voiced, not looking up as he took a spot beside you.

“That’s stooping so low, what’s wrong?”

You knew the question would come. Somehow he had not asked anything when you entered the kitchen again with a blank face. A murmur had slithered past as you took your place and started working again. But Seonghwa had just shot you a look, resuming his work as well.

“They want to make me head chef at Hwang’s new restaurant.”

“But that’s great!” He was looking at you with those big, wide, excited eyes of his and a genuine smile on his lips. One would think the offer was made to him. You were almost sorry you had to wipe that happiness away.

“I don’t know if I want that…”

“What do you mean?” He looked puzzled, but not surprised. You sighed. How did you explain this without sounding crazy?

“I mean… I-” you grunted, hands in your hair. “When’s the last time you felt like cooking?”

Seonghwa stared back with a slight frown in his brow, eyes bouncing around your face in an effort to understand.

“Like, really cooking. Without walking into the kitchen and wanting to throw up, or dreading opening time and all the yelling. I know it’s how it is when you work for such big names but fuck. Everything’s too fast and I… it feels like I don’t care anymore, Hwa. They took my passion and stomped all over it.”

“Didn’t you want to be a high end, gourmet restaurant chef?”

You stared, mouth hanging open. Of course, you did. It was your biggest dream, your one ambition. It was excruciating that all the pressure was making you break, making you think that you weren’t cut out for this and you had wasted your time.

“I did, I do.”

“But?”

“But this isn’t it. This feels like a survival show, where everyone’s out for blood. I understand competitiveness, but I can hardly breathe when we start cooking. Chef Seo is a literal nightmare and I don’t think I can do it anymore in a place like this.”

“I see…”

“You think I lost my mind,” you let your head tilt back, eyes on the starless night sky.

“Maybe you did,” Seonghwa said. “That doesn’t mean you’re wrong.”

“I’ll be honest, I never thought I’d hear you like this,” he continued. “You hold such pride for what you do and how you do it. I think Seo might yell at you just because he’s irritated he’s got nothing on you. Half of the people hate you for how well you manage.”

“Gee, thanks,” you scoffed.

“My point is,” he bumped his shoulder with yours. “That it’s indicative of how much this place fucking sucks if they got you breaking. A Michelin kitchen, or any kitchen for that matter, shouldn’t burn out their best chefs.”

“Jongho is so brave for junioring here,” you deflected, allowing his words to soothe your burning wounds.

“Hey, we did that too!”

“Yeah, and look at where it got us,” you giggled, smiling for the first time tonight. Seonghwa huffed out a laugh.

A beat of silence passed. You were glad for Seonghwa. Even though you often joked he was just your favorite coworker, you considered him a dear friend. One of your only friends for the matter.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’ll quit,” you heard his surprised gasp and chuckled. “And I’ll refuse the position. I know head chef sounds better but I know them. Manager Na and Mr. Hwang will only hire straight up assholes and I’d have to deal with it, and not even as executive chef.”

“We’re not assholes!” his hand sat on his chest in mock offense, you giggled.

“We look like assholes and do our job quietly and damn near perfectly, that’s why we’re here.”

Mumbling something along the lines of I guess so, Seonghwa accepted the heavy truth. In the quiet alley, sitting with your friend, you felt okay. The murmur of the busy city filled your heart as you quietly giggled and remembered your first days working at Hwang’s. Goodbyes were always hard on you, but not this time. You expected gut-wrenching pain and tears and the heavy burden of failure on your shoulders as you accepted your decision. But none of it manifested, not when Seonghwa had snuck one of the most expensive bottles of wine out of the kitchen and launched himself in a perfect rendition of Chef Seo’s latest meltdown. Maybe taking a step back didn’t mean failing, something you never would’ve believed mere months ago.

The sound of freedom equated to the one of your blaring alarms each morning. It had been two weeks since you had quit your job, but you still refused to get a good night’s sleep. Well, except the night you told Seonghwa and you ended up drunk off your faces.

You rolled over, turning off the annoying alarm, ready to start another day of not knowing what to do. There were few things you enjoyed doing, apart from cooking, when all you were left with was free time and silence. It was nice getting out of the house in the early spring morning to buy groceries, go for walks, and swing by your friend’s flower shop, but it got old quickly. Mostly, you didn’t like how sometimes, while cooking, memories you tried to never think of seemed to resurface on their own.

When you finally got to the kitchen and there was nothing but eggs in the fridge – it was shopping day – you settled on an omelette for breakfast. Only, halfway through cooking, your mind wandered back there.

When Chef Berrien asked you to make an omelette you wanted to laugh. You didn’t though, not when you saw the serious frown he was sporting. He was being serious? The absurdity of the situation made you question if dropping everything you had back at home just to fly to Paris to master your craft had been worth it. Maybe your mother was right, maybe you were crazy.

“Omelettes are the easiest thing to spoil,” he stood resolutely in front of you all. “Only good chefs make good omelettes.”

Oh god, your mother was right.

“Good luck,” a smug voice sounded from beside you.

If there was someone who could push you over the edge Chef Berrien shoved you to, it was Jung Wooyoung. In just two weeks of sharing your working station with him, you discovered that his bubbly personality clashed with your silent brooding. You preferred to work in silence and, apparently, he thrived in chaos.

“You too,” you grumbled, getting your few ingredients ready. How in the world were you supposed to prove your worth with a fucking omelette? You closed your eyes and sighed, getting to work.

“That definitely looks… simple,” Wooyoung mumbled as Berrien walked through the cooking stations, pulling faces at every dish. You looked down at yours - a plain, french omelette - then at his - all prettily plated and definitely cheese filled - and bit your tongue.

“He asked for an omelette, not a Michelin star worthy breakfast,” you hastily whispered, wishing he would just shut up for once.

“Aren’t we training to be Michelin star worthy chefs?” came his rebuttal, getting on your last nerve with that pretty smirk of his.

Pretty?

You scoffed and shook your head, straightening your back and clearing your throat as Berrien came close to your station. When the chef’s eyes landed on your omelette, a slight frown pulled his lips downwards. As he walked away, you did your best to ignore Wooyoung’s silent snicker and the burning in your cheeks. After the evaluation, you kept quiet for the rest of the day.

It sometimes happened that you would close off to the rest of the world, and focused only on what you were thinking and the task at hand. Most often when you were cooking, which both helped and hindered your work. As much as you needed to focus on what you were doing, you also needed to listen to orders while doing it. You hoped to get better at managing it, it was why you were here, after all. Though, for now, after a full day surrounded by people, you were happy sitting alone with your back resting against the backdoor to the kitchen.

“Is the silent treatment payback for beating you today?”

The door flew open, making you lose balance for a second, then came his question.

“You didn’t beat me, Wooyoung, this is not a competition,” you sighed, keeping your eyes set on the wall in front of you rather than on his figure sitting down beside you.

“Sounds like something a sore loser would say,” he bumped his shoulder with yours, no doubt with a shit-eating grin on his lips. That did it.

“Just because your omelette got a nod and mine got a frown, it doesn’t mean yours was better!” You all but exploded, finally looking at him. Indeed, he was wearing a smug grin.

“Well, Chef Berrien would disagree,” you scoffed as he looked at you with shiny, distracting, eyes. Was it the light from the lamppost reflected in them or had the lack of sleep finally got to your brain? You shook your head, ridding yourself of the thought.

“Fuck you too, I guess,” you finally said, turning back around, earning a laugh from him.

You didn’t want to stop and think about why his laugh pulled a snicker out of you, making you feel so light and at ease.

“Does this mean you’ll go back to talking to me then?” He asked, sounding a little small. “You’re not mad?”

Something pulled at your heartstrings, hearing him ask something like that. Did he really think you were mad at him? You probably looked like an asshole for the rest of the day after Berrien barely passed your omelette.

“I’m not,” you said much faster than you anticipated. “I never was.”

“That’s good,” he smiled, and you weren’t sure you liked the warmth that blossomed in your chest.

You avoided thinking of your training in Paris with all your might, and he was the reason why. But it seemed that now that your whole world had turned upside down, your brain could do nothing but. Add that to the list of things you hated about unemployment. A funny smell pulled you from your thoughts, eyes focusing back on the almost burned omelette in front of you. Mumbling curses under your breath, you turned off the heat and plated it. This was why you never let your thoughts take over.

You ate your spoiled breakfast in silence, deciding to get started with your day and your grocery shopping, mentally listing all the food you’d need. Anything, really, at this point to keep your mind occupied with something that wasn’t him.

It was still hard for you to wrap your head around what Jung Wooyoung meant to you. Or rather, you knew perfectly well and tried to avoid it like the plague. He was a closed chapter you didn’t want to revisit simply because it hurt. Because there was a point in time where he meant the whole world to you, where he was your whole world, and you decided to burn it all down only to choke on the ashes of what it used to be.

You left wondering if he was still writing pages or considered the story closed and done as you did. Like you had to not to drown in guilt.

While walking down the street, warm sunlight caressing your face, you asked yourself why it was all coming back to you now. A hollow of confusion had opened up in your chest, and of its own volition your heart chose to fill it with such memories. When Wooyoung came into your life, he did so by taking it by storm; randomly, upsetting all you had ever known, and maybe at the wrong time. That didn’t mean he didn’t leave a sign, a permanent one, on your heart. And now that you were crawling in confusion, he was barging in once more.

Wooyoung was late. It was teamwork evaluation day and your project partner was nowhere to be seen. Chef Berrien had sent daggers flying your way upon seeing the empty side of your workstation, not waiting a second longer to start the class. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole and also to strangle Wooyoung on sight. There must’ve been a logical reason why he still hadn’t shown up when you were supposed to finish your three-day project. If the fucker left you alone to finish cooking lièvre à la royale, you were seriously going to give him the scolding of a lifetime.

Anxiety started to claw at your stomach, twisting it in knots and tugging at them in a way that made it harder to breathe. Under the chef’s pointed gaze you could only stay as still as possible, hoping he’d prolong his very unsubtle speech about tardiness until Wooyoung got here, praying he would, and yet cursing him in your head.

He still hadn’t shown up when he gave the class permission to start working. You sighed in frustration, walking to the fridge to retrieve the hare you’d cooked the day before with trembling hands. Back at your station, you realized that working while checking the door every three seconds would get you nowhere, and you weren’t about to fail the assignment even if half of your team was missing.

When the meat was finally cleaned of the jellied liquid it had sat in overnight, and you were preparing to cut it into exactly eighty grams slices - not one more, not one less, Berrien's voice sounded in your head - the door to the kitchen burst open.

In came a panting Wooyoung, his white chef jacket buttoned up a little crooked, who tried to make his way to your station unseen. It didn’t work.

“Jung,” Berrien’s voice resonated in the hot hair of the kitchen, making everyone stop working for a beat. Too bad no one had time to spare. You started slicing. “I don’t appreciate tardiness.”

“I’m very sorry, Chef-” he held his hand up next to his face, shutting up your partner.

“You may start cooking,” you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding the whole time, shoulders almost sagging in relief. “But don’t think I won’t keep this in mind during evaluation.”

The frustration you’d tried to keep at bay so far flared up once more, and your grip on the knife tightened. Wooyoung silently made his way next to you, washing his hands carefully and using the time to assess how far you’d gotten into the process. You didn’t utter a single word, fuming quietly as you focused on your task and he picked up on his.

You couldn’t afford to lose time bickering now, and for the first time in a while, you cooked in complete silence, the air around you tense and devoid of the usual jokes he would throw around to lift your spirits. No banter, just instructions and cooking for the next five hours.

Despite everything, Chef Berrien couldn’t hide how pleased he was with your dish, which didn’t end up at the top of the class only because of Wooyoung’s mishap. As soon as the chef dismissed you, you fled the kitchen.

“Wait!” Wooyoung’s voice called after you, who were already outside and determined to escape to your apartment to avoid cussing him out in front of your fellow chefs, who had already thrown confused glances at you the whole day.

“Hey, hold up!” He caught you by the wrist, spinning you around. If he wanted to do this here, who were you to deny him?

“What.” Wooyoung almost flinched at the harshness of your voice.

“I’m sorry I was late, I really am, I just-”

“Save it,” you cut him off. “Day’s over, damage is done, and we ended up with an alright grade. I don’t want to fight.”

It was true. For how mad you’d been, you didn’t want to make it worse. You could tell he was sorry by the way he’d cooked in silence, waltzing around you as if you were a bomb ready to go off at any minute. It had taken all your strength not to. You made to turn around and walk away, but he was determined to make you listen to what he had to say.

“Can you come with me?” He sounded defeated despite the determination in his eyes. All you really wanted was to go home, wash up and rot in bed. You were tired, physically and mentally drained by the day. But your friend – because how could you deny that Wooyoung had become more than a simple classmate in the last month? He’d quietly snuck up on you, surprising you with his cheerful smile and awful jokes, and slowly but steadily carved his own spot into your heart, now beating to the rhythm of his screechy laughter and kind words – was pleading you with his brown, burning eyes and how could you say no?

Sighing in defeat, you nodded, readjusting the strap of your backpack on your shoulder and watching as his frown turned into a soft smile. Wooyoung took your hand in his, going back into the building, and guided you up the stairs. Transfixed, you stared at your hands; his felt slightly rough from all the cooking but still soft. You ignored the warmth the simple gesture sparked in your heart and followed quietly; you could only hope he wouldn’t get the two of you expelled.

Finally, you got to the last flight of stairs, legs burning and chest heaving. You hoped he had a good reason to be dragging you up six flights of stairs and potentially getting you in trouble for trespassing. He ushered you to the small balcony, apparently mostly used for storage, and nodded to a shaky ladder perched onto its wall, leading to the roof. You often did this at your apartment too, the one perk of living on the last floor, but suddenly your mouth went dry.

“How did you even have the time to find out about this-'' you climbed the small way up, thanking your lucky star that the building at least had a flatter roof compared to yours. But the words died in your mouth when you finally got your bearings and looked around.

Wooyoung emerged as well, now leaning against one of the chimneys. You sat down, amazed at the view all around you; as the sun set in the West, tinging the bluish sky with hues of warm orange and golden light, you spotted the Sacre Coeur sitting North and the Eiffel Tower immersed in a pink blush down South. A light breeze passed by, blowing a strand of dark hair into Wooyoung’s eyes, taking your breath away. Paris was quite the show from up there.

“I really am sorry,” slowly, he made his way over, sitting down next to you as he cast his eyes onto the breathtaking view in front of you. “I overslept, couldn’t find my keys, then had to rush here and… I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, not believing he almost failed the both of you because he didn’t hear his alarm in the morning. Actually, you could believe it, because it was such a Wooyoung thing to do. You couldn’t stay mad for long though, not when you turned to look at him and simply seeing his face bathing in the golden sun made your heart stutter in your chest. Not when his sorry eyes were melting like honey in the light.

“I wanted to punch you in the face when you came in late,” overwhelmed by his gaze, you looked away. Faintly, you heard him scoff beside you. “But I was also relieved. I didn’t think Berrien would let you cook.”

“I was ready to beg on my knees,” you snickered, Wooyoung elbowed your side. “No, really, lièvre à la royale is a bitch, I wouldn’t have let you cook it alone.”

“Then why did you sleep through your alarm? I was seeing red and had a knife in my hand, do you have a death wish?” You joked, heart singing when you made him laugh.

“Hey, I had trouble sleeping last night,” he defended himself, hands up as his laughter died down. With a furrowed brow and inquisitive eyes, you finally looked back at him, studying his face. Only then you noticed the purplish circles under his eyes, just a bit darker than usual.

“Why?” You asked, trying to sound less worried than how you felt. It was Wooyoung’s turn to avoid your eyes and look out at the Parisian skyline, starting to twinkle in the fast-approaching night.

“I- well,” he sighed as you kept looking, feeling the air around you shift. The way Wooyoung was struggling to come up with an answer had you feeling like you were standing at the edge of a cliff, buzzing with expectation, hanging onto his every word. You didn’t ponder too long on why your heart was racing or why you felt like you could barely breathe. Finally, he looked at you.

“I like you.”

Now you truly did find it hard to breathe.

“I like you so much I can barely focus when we cook, and it’s never happened to me before because I love cooking and I always pay close attention to what I’m doing. I also don’t want to lose a finger, you know? But now you’re around and it’s like I can’t help but look at you. You’re so bright and so passionate, and when you’re chopping vegetables you scrunch your nose a little and it’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen-”

In seconds you had your lips on his, pulling him closer with a delicate hand on the back of his neck. Wooyoung froze for only a millisecond before kissing you back. His lips were so pillowy and soft, you kissed him slowly, like you had all the time in the world. Lightly, his hand traveled up to rest on yours, which had moved onto his cheek. Kissing him felt like coming home after a long day. Warm and pleasant like the flame that swallowed your heart, chasing away the menacing grip fear had on it.

Wooyoung pulled away first if only to plant a small peck onto your lips before smiling.

“I was speaking,” he said.

“You were rambling.”

You both started laughing, hearts singing.

“What I wanted to say is that you shine in your own light and I can’t help but bask in it.”

The way he was looking at you, in ways no one ever could, could have melted you right then and there. You felt the flush rise to your cheeks, the hand that still rested on his cheek trembling lightly.

“I like you too, Jung Wooyoung,” you smiled. “More than I think I should.”

The quaint flower shop came into view, dispelling the memory, and a soft smile opened up on your lips. It didn’t look like there were any customers, so you stepped in. The colors of the pretty flowers that covered every inch of the walls always managed to put you in a better mood. You walked up to the counter, ringing the bell.

“Coming!” You heard from behind it, somewhere in the back, with a little shuffling and a loud thump. You jumped on your spot, giggling.

“You okay, Sang?” You asked, trying to peep. Your friend emerged a second later, clad in a white shirt, jeans, and his green apron, blowing a piece of his black fringe out of his eyes, a vase full of sunflowers in his hands.

“Oh, hey, what brings you ‘round?” He smiled, setting the vase on the counter.

“Just dropping by before going grocery shopping,” you shrugged, smiling back before you started playing softly with the leaves of the flowers near you. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good, I should be asking how you are,” he raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, “it’s the fourth time you visit this week.”

You rolled your eyes, used to his antics, standing to help when he nodded at you to follow him. The quietness of the shop eased your thoughts more often than not, plus, you enjoyed the company of your friend. Yeosang lived in your same apartment building and opened up his shop early in the morning, around the same time you had to leave for work. Oftentimes you shared a coffee before your obligations called. He complained about horrible customers and you complained about your horrible coworkers.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” busy with an arrangement, he nodded you to the water lilies to his right. You reached for them with an arched brow, passing them. “A restaurant is opening down the street, if you’re interested in paying rent this month.”

You huffed a laugh, pretending to be offended.

“I’ll have you know I save my money, thank you very much.” He stood again, having finished his composition, watching you with an amused expression. “But I appreciate it,” you conceded. Yeosang smiled now, going back behind the counter as you followed.

“You should really check it out, even if it’s just temporary. It’d do you good,” a customer walked in, interrupting your chat. You nodded, leaving him to his work, shooting him one last smile before walking out. His cheerful Have a good day followed you out of the shop and into the now busier street.

Yeosang was right, you knew that much, but you still hesitated as you left the flower shop. There was uncertainty in your steps as you dared to walk down the street, looking ahead to spot the restaurant. Maybe you could go later that day, you could start with something easy like the grocery shopping you needed to do, to ease your nerves.

That was better, you decided, easing yourself into the day with your routine before upsetting it by facing something new. With newfound vigor, you resumed your walking, headed to your favorite greengrocer. A walk that lasted barely five steps, before you collided against another passerby.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

As apologies spilled past your lips, your eyes finally caught sight of the person you so rudely slammed into. When you did, you stopped talking, just as your lungs stopped breathing for a long second.

His dark hair looked a little longer, and his smile was just as you remembered, if not a little softer. Breathtakingly dashing like the first time you saw him, even in his worst moments. Because the last time you saw him, things weren’t pretty. You threw around words you didn’t mean only to disappear from his life. Both of you were crying, eyes red and puffy, voice broken as you spoke. You thought you’d never see him again.

To your dismay, you realized right then and there that you weren’t ready to face him yet. You never prepared for the moment it would all come back, simply because you never thought it would.

“Thought I’d never see you again,” Wooyoung huffed, his polite smile falling in seconds.

“Yeah, me too,” you croaked, still in shock.

The moment stretched on for what felt like minutes, and was only probably seconds, as you desperately tried to come up with something to say, something that’d make sense. But your brain came up empty-handed, because what if he hated you? He should hate you. What if he just told you to fuck off and left? Just like you did years ago.

“So, what are you up to?”

And yet, here he was again, taking your life by storm. There was no way he was standing there, in front of you in the middle of a busy sidewalk, asking what was of your life. You blanked, producing a sort of confused and surprised noise. He had to be joking. You watched as a little amusement flashed in his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

“Would you like to catch up over coffee?”

Your eyes must’ve been wide as saucers, not a single second of this was making sense to you.

“U-uh… Sure,” you shrugged, despite yourself.

Was this his way of showing you he was unbothered and had moved on? His long-awaited chance to brag about where he was in life? You didn’t know him as someone who would do that, but perhaps you deserved it. Maybe this was karma.

Awkward. It was all so painfully awkward: walking in tense silence beside him to the coffee shop down the street, trying to make small talk about the weather, stumbling over your words when ordering coffee, waiting for him to join you at the table near the exit. Just in case.

“You’re back home?” You finally asked as he sat down in front of you, desperate to find something, anything, to talk about and fill the silence that hung menacingly over your heads. After all, he wanted to catch up. Wooyoung nodded, slowly sipping his drink.

“Oh, you’ve been traveling then,” you mumbled, playing with your coffee cup, not daring to look up at him again.

“I was, yes.” It was hard to wrap your head around what was happening. In another life, this would all have been familiar. It could have been. Sharing a cup of coffee on a Thursday morning, talking about whatever, sharing cool recipes, and planning how or when to try them out. His presence wouldn’t make you want to simultaneously vomit and run and hide. Dug your own grave, huh?

“Only big names I imagine,” you forced a smile. He shrugged with a huff, a little bashful perhaps. It was all you needed to know you’d guessed right.

“What about you? What brings you here?” Wooyoung asked, pulling you out of your reverie. Despite the small, polite smile on his lips, his eyes were unreadable. Though, deep down, you knew the answer he wanted to hear. That you traveled all around the world and did big things - still were - and worked for big names. Achieved your dreams at the expense of his. The lump in your throat made it hard to swallow, to speak.

“Worked at Hwang’s for a while…” you managed to say through the bitterness. Wooyoung’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, jaw hanging open.

“Really? Wow, that’s… amazing! Doesn’t it have two Michelin stars?” Some of your guilt evaporated at the surprise and excitement in his voice, a lightness that was quickly crushed by your own disappointment.

“How’s it there?” There it was, the million-dollar question. You scoffed, bitter, looking at him, watching his face fall a little.

“I quit.” You shrugged.

“You? Quitting? What happened to the Y/N I knew?” Wooyoung was surprised, that much you could tell, but there was something else brewing in his brown eyes.

“Dead, gone and buried, apparently.”

Your words were nothing but bleak, with a little bitterness still in them. Sure, you did what was best for you and you were proud, but you couldn’t help but feel like you had let him down. And wasn’t that absolutely, wildly foolish?

“They offered me a job as head chef in their new restaurant, but I turned that down as well,” you rushed to explain, feeling like you had to, missing his furrowed brow.

“That’s…”

“Crazy?” You offered, cutting him off. Wooyoung scoffed.

“Well, yeah, but there must’ve been a good reason,” he shrugged. “You don’t have to justify your choices to me, Y/N.”

Your breathing faltered at his words and the fragility they held. Wooyoung had muttered them so softly, you could’ve lost them in the bustling atmosphere around you, and somehow both stabbed and healed your heart’s wounds.

A moment passed before he cleared his throat, speaking again.

“So, you’re unemployed,” you almost couldn’t fathom how quickly he got back to bubbly and upbeat. You nodded, still stunned.

“Great, me too.” Wooyoung smiled while you blinked repeatedly. Was he… happy?

“My friend told me about this one restaurant opening down the street-”

“They’re not opening,” he said, watching as your face fell. “Not yet at least.”

You furrowed a brow, confused, about to ask what he meant when he cut you off again.

“I still need to find a co-owner.”

For a moment, you didn’t hear the car, just outside, honking at a group of teenagers crossing the street despite the redlight. You missed the way a barista made a glass fall and shatter eliciting surprised gasps around the shop. You only saw Wooyoung in front of you, his expression between smug and daring to hope, eyes shining with a little fear. All you heard were the words that left his mouth and what they implied, along with your heart ringing in your ears.

“What do you want to do? Why did you decline the head chef position?” You blanched, head spinning, brain scrambling to form coherent words. His eyes burned with a fire in them that screamed determination, one you were used to seeing as he challenged a dish he was afraid to ruin. A fire you used to love so much and that, you found, still made your breath hitch.

“I-I just want to make good food and not run a kitchen of overworked, stressed, miserable and spiteful people,” you settled on, not daring to look away, not even when he leaned back in his seat, a smirk on his lips.

“How’d you like it to open a restaurant?”

“Let’s open our own restaurant,” you laughed at his words, turning your head to catch his enthusiastic smile and bed hair all over the place. He was so beautiful, bathing in the morning light of your room, that your heart jumped and hurt and sang all at once.

“What?! Is this post-nut clarity?” Wooyoung laughed, pulling you with him.

“Way to ruin the moment, love,” he quieted down. “I’m serious, though,” he was looking at you with amusement dancing in his eyes, and such adoration that sometimes it was hard to fathom it was directed at you.

“Mixing feelings with work is the recipe for disaster, Jung,” you found yourself saying, giggling when he pulled you into him, his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake. It was quiet for a while and you reveled in the warmth of the moment. Wooyoung often made you feel like anything was possible, like right now, huddled in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets despite the impending class you needed to leave for.

“I think we’d make it,” he whispered, quite believing the words he was saying. “And if it all starts falling apart we can hire chefs to cook and be the owners. Live somewhere tropical, rebuild our relationship…”

“That’s so sad, we wouldn’t be cooking at all!” you laughed, hiding in his chest and hearing a fake offended hey! from him. “You dream too big, Woo.”

“And you dream too small, my love.” He guided your face in front of his with gentle hands, bumping his nose with yours before kissing you until you were left breathless. When you pulled away, you finally saw the stars dancing in his eyes.

“I do have dreams,” you almost whispered, treading lightly on your own aspirations, opening up your heart for someone else to see. Someone who would understand and not call you crazy. Wooyoung nudged you, an expectant smile on his lips. “I want to travel all around the world and learn from the best of the best. Life’s a classroom, I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop.”

“Never?” he asked, not quite surprised, but more like impressed. He understood. You let out an elated giggle, almost cursing yourself for behaving like a schoolgirl.

“Never.” unable to resist, you pecked his lips once.

“That’s a wonderful dream, love.”

One of his hands came up to rest on your cheek, cradling it gently, looking at you as if you were the most prized possession of his. All over, warmth wrapped you up, and rose to your cheeks that he was still grazing his thumb over, light as a feather.

“I want to open a restaurant someday, ” he whispered, so close to you, looking into your eyes and sending sparks flying in your chest. “But I think I might just follow you to the ends of the world.”

His lips crashed on yours once more, sending your heart racing more than his words had. This might’ve been the closest you’d ever felt to heaven, with Wooyoung wrapped around you, canceling any and everything else. You knew, right then and there, that the fall was going to hurt like nothing had ever before.

Consommé was the most devilish dish you’d ever had the displeasure of cooking. And yet, its intricate cooking process demanded every last bit of your undivided attention. That was why you were sweating away in the kitchen, trying to achieve the perfect result through your rusty memory of the process, although you had no need for it. Well, except not thinking of your morning. You’d rather remember Chef Berrien’s voice as he dictated the recipe and the endless ways you could ruin it, than your encounter with Wooyoung.

A shiver ran down your spine, tingling all the way, when his words, the ones from earlier and the ones from back then, echoed in your mind; clashing, fighting, and leaving behind scorched earth.

You could hardly believe this was your life right now. Accepting would mean tying yourself down to this place, to Wooyoung. You let the thought simmer in your head, waiting for the familiar claustrophobia to bloom in your chest, suggesting you to run and never come back.

It didn’t come.

Instead, the thought of leaving pulled at your heartstrings. You liked it here. You liked your morning coffee shit-talking sessions with Yeosang, you liked meeting up with Seonghwa on his days off, you liked your greengrocers and the walk back through the park near home. You liked your apartment, you finally liked the disposition of your tools in your kitchen. You liked the thought of working with Wooyoung.

You dropped the ladle, splashing your skin with the hot soup. You hissed in pain, clutching your hand to your chest before assessing the damage. You walked the short distance to the sink, running your hand under cold water.

Well, you thought, there goes the clarification process.

You skipped breakfast with Yeosang that morning. For one, you were late despite the alarms, and, most importantly, you needed to talk yourself into actually meeting Wooyoung at the restaurant. The day before you’d left him with the promise of letting him know about the offer. You preferred not to think about how, for just a moment, you could see the determination falter in his eyes. Again. Wooyoung saved his number in your phone before letting you go.

After taking care of your slightly burned hand, you stared at your phone for all of twenty minutes before finally crafting the perfect text saying you’d meet him at the restaurant at ten.

And now, five minutes to ten, you were running down the street, dodging people left and right, trying to get to the closed-down restaurant. You couldn’t count the amount of sorry’s you’d thrown around when accidentally running into someone. Finally, the sign came into view, and so did Wooyoung.

“You made it,” he sounded vaguely surprised and you tried not to let it get to you, or to let it show on your face.

“So,” you cleared your voice after nodding. “How’d you find out about this?” He gestured for you to follow towards the entrance, producing the key from the back pocket of his black jeans.

“I used to like this place,” he easily opened the door, leading you inside the empty restaurant. From the outside the restaurant didn’t look like much more than a hole in the wall, but the inside was spacious enough. A small restaurant, fitting maybe twenty tables at best, but you liked the idea. By the looks of it, it must had been recently renovated. Wooyoung switched the lights on, allowing you to see better. “When I got back the owner told me he was thinking of closing, and I asked if he wanted to sell. He made a pretty good offer.”

“Huh,” you were still looking at the anonymous white walls and the few sleek black tables left behind, making your way to what you knew to be the kitchen. Stepping in, you gasped. It was perfect; an island kitchen slightly bigger than you’d imagined. Almost gleaming in its silver glory it stared back at you, inviting you in. You didn’t even mind the checkered floor as you walked across the space and took it in. Wooyoung stood by the door, leaning against its frame with his hands in his pockets, watching. It looked like he was holding his breath, and you knew why.

“What do you think?” his voice was just a little bit hesitant. You turned around with a smile.

“I love it,” you offered, noticing how he seemed to ease up the slightest bit.

“Ah, I knew you’d fall for the island kitchen,” Wooyoung scoffed, walking into the space as well.

“Not my fault it’s the best type of kitchen,” you raised your hands, hearing him snort.

“Debatable,” he muttered, now standing in front of you. There was amusement dancing in his eyes, a spark you realized just then how much you’d missed.

It hit you then, square in the chest, how much you really just missed him. He still seemed to know what you wanted even before you knew yourself. It happened then and it was happening now. Being in the kitchen with him felt electrifying, your hands itched to start cooking. You looked around once more, seeing yourself bustling around in this kitchen, Wooyoung at your side.

Never once did you regret the choices you’d made; your love for food had brought you all around the world, learning and cooking in the most beautiful kitchens, earning your praise felt like the biggest reward. Believing in yourself and your skill, your craft, and being able to perfect it was all you really needed. Maybe it was time to stop and breathe for a while, and put your experience to use. Because, no, you never regretted where your choices took you, except losing Wooyoung. Your compass, the one who never lost sight of your heart.

“Let’s do it.”

Wooyoung looked at you as if you’d grown a second head, letting out a surprised sound.

“I saved quite a bit in the last few years and we could ask for a loan. Quite frankly, I’ve always wanted to run a kitchen on my own terms,” you could hear it in your voice, the ambition faintly coming back to it, something you hadn’t heard in a while. You smiled seeing Wooyoung straighten up.

“We’d be running it together,” he lifted a brow, crossing his arms over his chest. You mirrored his stance.

“That’s good with me,” Wooyoung smirked.

“Then let’s do it.”

Oftentimes you asked yourself how you ended up here. You believed it almost impossible that you were, once again, sitting in front of Jung Wooyoung at an ungodly hour of the night, eating food you’d made as the radio softly played in the background. What was even less credible to you was how you were sitting in your restaurant, yours, discussing menu plans.

A month strong into the planning and designing, you were proud to say that you and Wooyoung were… friendly. Like coworkers were. Almost like long-lost friends would be. But it was fine because you got to stress Yeosang nearly every morning about how sometimes you both would slip into old habits and bicker like you used to and how that would confuse you. Then you’d talk Seonghwa’s ear off one night a week in front of your drinks, rambling on and on about how you’d catch yourself staring at him, blushing like an idiot, stumbling over your words.

Safe to say that your friends were tired, but deep down it surprised and comforted them to see you come back to life bit by bit.

It was all hard to wrap your head around because the last time you saw him still burned in the back of your mind. It was the giant elephant in the room you could never address, you could never pretend to not see. But Wooyoung was great at turning a blind eye, you realized. And you couldn’t really blame him either. You never expected to be in this sort of situation, you had quite literally run from it.

But you were afraid of misstepping, of crossing a line.

So, now, there you stood, at a crossroads; talk about it and watch this newfound truce crash and burn, or pretend like everything was fine. For now, discussing the menu with your co-owner would have to do.

“I think we should add that!” Wooyoung all but yelled, slamming his chopsticks down.

“And I’m telling you that I know the area!” You rebutted, swallowing your bite, before carrying on with your point. “There’s at least three other restaurants that do that, what’s missing is a gourmet place.”

“Will you let it go?” He sighed, throwing his hands up in the air. “If we get there, we get there, if we don’t, then we’re still making fantastic food!”

Wooyoung had a point, you knew he did. A valid one at that.

“You’re insufferable,” you conceded, rolling your eyes and resuming your eating, trying to hide the smile pulling at your lips.

“You love it,” he winked, picking up his chopsticks.

And just like that, he threw you back into your loop. How could you simply let it go when this felt so familiar? When it reminded you so much of how you were? Light and carefree. Happy. You hadn’t noticed your eyes roaming around his figure, taking in his long dark hair pulled back by a ponytail, the way his eyes seemed to shine in the dull light coming from the stupid lamp he’d insisted on bringing in.

This was his dream, wasn’t it? You remembered, because how could you forget the endless hours he’d spend talking about his own restaurant, managing his own kitchen, creating dishes, and cooking his favorites? You could tell by the small smile he sported as he ate, looking around the room with star-filled eyes.

You didn’t know quite how you fit into this. You never amounted that one conversation, years ago in your Paris apartment, up to anything more than daydreaming. Though, right now, the moment felt tangible, you could grasp it in your hands if you wanted to. He'd given you a new dream to chase right when you thought you were over.

“You’re looking at me weird,” Wooyoung waved his chopsticks in a circle around your face, eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry,” your eyes fell back to the almost empty plate, moving the last bites of food around.

“I didn’t say it was bothering me,” his voice was lower, almost a whisper, and you felt your heart drop. When you looked up, you didn’t know what to make of his expression. It looked like he was contemplating his following words, and you were all but hanging from his lips. He stayed quiet, eyes downcast on his plate, and shot you a short smile.

You let the radio fill the silence between you, allowing the thoughts to pester your mind. Though, like a cup overflowing, there was little you could do to cage them and push them down.

“Wooyoung, were you-” his eyes rose to meet yours, and you stopped for a second, mulling the question over, savoring its bitter taste in your mouth before spitting it out as if it were a seed that ruined your bite. “Who were you going to open the restaurant with?”

His wide eyes told you all you needed to know, and yet his stunned silence pulled another set of words out of your lips.

“You said you needed a co-owner first…” you rasped, almost shocked you were still talking through the cotton in your mouth. Wooyoung set his chopsticks down, trying to hide the way his hands started trembling, sighing.

“We made a good team, didn’t we?” his voice was quieter, wondering. He shot you an uneasy smile, so short and so small you almost missed it. “I know you’re a great chef and we want this to be a great restaurant.”

“Yeah…” you whispered, feeling the weight of memories unloading on both your shoulders, their presence demanding the unwanted plunging into deep, murky waters. “Does it have, uhm… does it have anything to do with-”

“Let’s not open that can of worms, mh?” He cut you off immediately, sounding a tad harsher than he had before, rubbing salt into your matching wounds.

“I just-” It felt like you were gasping for air, grasping at any lifeline you were afforded, lost in the swirling sea that were his pained eyes.

“I know.”

A mangled victory, or a loss, the way his voice sounded resolute. It allowed no space for you to counterattack, to try and pry any other thought out of him. And you accepted it, simple and plain, with no complaints. You had no right to. Nodding, you averted your eyes, affording him space.

“I-” Wooyoung sighed, running a hand through his hair. The conflict in his mind was reflected on his face clear as day. Before his eyes were back on you, they looked around the room. “I missed you.”

Bearing his heart, that was what he was doing. It felt like, despite everything, he was still offering you a small piece of it. Your breath caught in your throat. Three words that held huge implications and a heavy past. One right answer, a truthful one, that could sound highly hypocritical of you. But you had to say it.

“I missed you, too.”

Wooyoung smiled, small and tentative, but still as warm as sunshine. You smiled back.

The night was as cold as you felt despite having his arms wrapped around you, offering you shelter from the biting wind. Tonight the twinkling lights of the city below you couldn’t offer their usual comfort. You knew what was going to happen as soon as you opened your mouth to speak; you’d be breaking his heart along with yours. But you had to, hadn’t you? Wooyoung would understand.

“Don’t you want to stay here forever?” He mumbled in your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. You kept staring out at the Parisian lights, heart sinking with every beat.

“I-” you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing there was a way to prevent the hurt you were about to put him through. Never mind about yourself, all you cared about was him. Always him. Then why are you doing this? Sounded something in the recess of your mind. You shushed it. The lump in your throat formed out of the blue, making it hard to utter the next words.

“I wish I could,” you whispered, hoping your words would get lost in the wind, bracing for impact when you felt him tense and pull away from you. A gust blew by, chilling you to the bone now that he wasn’t holding you anymore. The look in his eyes sparked burning regret in your heart, setting it aflame.

“What do you mean?”

He had taken a step back, confused eyes searching for yours. You couldn’t bear to look at him, not when you were about to break all the promises you’d made right along with his heart. What a coward.

“I was offered a job in New York,” you began, hearing his sharp intake of breath. “I took it… I leave next week.”

When you finally mustered enough courage to look back at him, you saw betrayal shining clear in his eyes, swirling in disbelief, his mouth slightly parted in surprise. It was almost as if you could hear his thoughts, and each of them cut a deeper wound.

How could you? Why didn’t you tell me? I would've been happy for you. We could’ve made other plans.

“Were you just going to disappear from my life forever, then?” He spat, a little angry, a little sad.

“No, Wooyoung, I-” you tried to reason, knowing very well that no excuse would hold. He scoffed bitterly, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jacket like a hurt kid. Already hard to talk through the burning in your throat, the tears springing in your eyes didn’t make the task any easier.

“Save it,” he cut you off, shaking his head. “I should’ve known. I hope you’ll find what you’re looking for there,” he made to go, but you couldn’t let him, not yet.

“Wouldn’t you have done the same?” He stopped dead in his tracks; you’d said the wrong thing. But you couldn’t hide your hand now that you’d thrown the stone. “Is it not our dream to learn and travel when all of this is done?”

Wooyoung shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it, and to some extent, you couldn’t either.

“No, I wouldn’t have, Y/N. It may be your dream but it isn’t mine. Not anymore, not since I met you. So, yeah, I would’ve given it all up,” he all but yelled, each word was like a punch in the gut. Despite the noise of the city below, the beat of silence that lingered sounded louder than any of it.

“Go to New York, love. It’s your dream after all,” he conceded, voice dying down and broken, softer, like some sort of realization had dawned upon him. He blinked away his tears, still, you refused to let yours fall.

In a second he was close to you again, his smell and warmth engulfing you once more. A sob broke through you when you felt his arms wrapping around you tight, and another was pulled from you when one of his hands came to softly rake through your hair. Wooyoung surrounded you with all he was, holding you tight, almost as if he loved you. Almost, you thought, because you knew the difference, for you had felt what it was to be loved – truly loved – by him. But you went and broke it. Now, you had to put love out of the question, and think only of duty. You had made your choice, after all, and he knew it too.

“Goodbye,” in an instant you were left on your own, cold, and watched as he walked away from you, his whisper resonating in your soul, breaking it with each echo.

If you chose to follow your dream, then why did it hurt so much?

Sundays used to be your day off. You’d wake up at midday, usually to a ray of sunlight harshly shining into your face until you could no longer bear its warmth. You’d roll out of bed and lazily proceed to tidy your apartment and rot on the couch for the remainder of the day. Now, though, you were a restaurant owner and Wooyoung insisted you should stay open on Sundays because two out of three of the restaurants in your area were closed. So, you rolled out of bed, taking just one second to admire the first rays of sunlight shining through the fading, dark night sky. You sped through your routine and breakfast, having sacrificed that slot of time in favor of five more minutes of sleep.

Despite the fast-approaching summer, the morning air was still rather chilly, and much quieter than the rumbling of cars and city rustle that you were used to. You didn’t have to squeeze past sleepy teenagers and angry old ladies on the bus and got to choose which seat to sit in. You didn’t mind early Sundays.

In no time you’d open the restaurant. Today you’d convinced Seonghwa and Yeosang to drop by for lunch; you needed them to test out the menu you and Wooyoung had carefully crafted. Of course, at the mention of free food, both of them agreed, so there wasn’t much convincing involved after all. A sort of test run before the grand opening.

The restaurant stood before you in the quiet street, looking close to the eye. You smiled proudly, producing the key from your bag, opening the door, and closing it behind you after walking in. The room was quiet, the only indication of someone being in there was the rustle and faint light coming from the kitchen.

“Hey, Woo,” he was already there, setting out pans and pots. You walked in, reaching for your jacket.

“Hi!” Although his head was hidden in a cupboard, you could hear his cheery voice loud and clear. “Are you ready?”

When he emerged, he was sporting a happy smile, contagious enough to make you chuckle.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Wooyoung smiled at you, beckoning you over to the station where a copy of the menu lay. You sure had your work cut out for the day. Up until then, between the furnishing and taking care of the more bureaucratic aspect of opening a restaurant, cooking together hadn't been common. You were thrilled to finally share the kitchen with him again.

“Hey! The rolling pin is there to keep you off my half of the counter,” you huffed, trying your best not to let your irritation show. Not while you were trying to close dumplings perfectly.

“Oh, come on!” He protested, “I can’t believe you’d still do that, look at how much space we have!”

“Yeah, and somehow, you’re still taking up most of it,” Wooyoung grumbled under his breath, finally moving a few of his bowls and pans to make space for you.

“Gee, thanks,” although you weren’t trying to rile him up, you still ended up falling back into old habits.

“Oh my-” he rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, moving a couple more things, “You’re the bane of my existence.”

“You literally asked me to be your co-worker!” You laughed, shocked, but amused.

“And there’s not a day I don’t regret it,” with his nose in the air, trying and failing to hide a smile, Wooyoung resumed his meat slicing. You scoffed, not really offended. It was so easy to breathe when things felt as light as they did. A smile threatened to open up on your face, but you had an act to keep up.

Silence used to be rare between the two of you, yet you liked it now. There was no awkward space to fill anymore, not a single word to be wasted. You worked in tandem, like a well-oiled machine, chuckling at Wooyoung’s occasional jokes and exchanging instructions. It felt good. It felt like it used to.

“Are you nervous?” You asked him as you finalized the prepping for the second course. Wooyoung looked up, flashing that smile of his that could rival the sun.

“Not really,” he shrugged. “Are you?”

You nodded, avoiding his eyes and focusing on the bowl under your nose. The sauce you prepared to marinate the fish had a pungent note it shouldn’t have had. You didn’t notice him slipping closer to you, right at your side. Wooyoung was leaning on the counter, facing you.

“You’ve got nothing to be worried about,” his voice aimed to soothe, and it did, sweet like honey. “Are you or are you not one of the best chefs in town?”

You looked up at him, scoffing, ignoring the heat on your face that his closeness brought along.

“See, now you’re exaggerating!”

“I’m not.”

“Are, too!” A soft laugh escaped the two of you, and when he looked at you, eyes so full of hope and happiness, your breathing stopped for just a second. “But you’re right, it’s gonna be okay, I’m just… I don’t know, I want them to like what we made.”

“They’re gonna,” he shrugged. Only when you gave him a questioning look he answered. “Because we made it.”

It looked like Wooyoung still knew what to say and when to say it to put your nerves at ease.

“Can I have some more?”

“Me too!”

“You can’t ask that!”

“Says who?”

“Alright, we’ll make it,” Wooyoung quelled the discussion that was about to start quickly, coming back into the kitchen with empty plates.

Two of his friends had joined yours for lunch, not that the food was lacking, but it seemed that Yeosang and San had promptly bonded over their love for one particular dish. Gamjatang, which wasn’t even on the menu, the two were just bottomless pits, apparently. The only one coming to your aid with restaurant etiquette was Seonghwa, whose reprimanding went unheard. Hongjoong stuck to silent side-eyeing, which barely helped.

“Should we consider adding it to the menu?” Wooyoung joked, coming over to the stove where you stood, already heating up what was left of the broth from the previous batch. You thanked your lucky star you had some ready, or else they’d had to wait hours to eat.

“Let’s make it available only after eleven, though.”

He laughed, reminding you how you closed at midnight while washing and cutting up the mung bean sprouts, crown daisy leaves, perilla leaves, and green chilies you needed to add later on. You went for the pork bones, potatoes, and cabbage leaves.

Wooyoung set his bowl of vegetables close to the stove, ready for you whenever.

“Do you need more seasoning base?” He asked as you put your portion of ingredients into the pot.

“Yeah, there’s not much left,” you looked at him, waiting for your word to start. “Thanks.”

He smiled, getting to work quick.

As everything simmered and cooked, the two of you stood in front of the stove, silent, side to side. Outside, you heard your friends all talk and laugh, but they sounded miles away. Once again, you thought you knew what was running through his head. The night when he taught you how to cook the dish, the way he followed your every step with an encouraging smile. How your heart fluttered when he kissed your lips right after his first bite, saying that there was no way he was ever going to cook it again if yours tasted much better. How one night you tipsily tried to cook it together, almost spilling the batch of broth you saved in the fridge and ruining it all, but could only laugh until your stomachs hurt because somehow it was the funniest thing ever. After all, they plagued your thoughts as well.

When the timer went off and he looked at you like a deer caught in headlights, you smiled, trying to ease away the tension that had bubbled up, going to kill the flame and plate the dish.

You passed him a full bowl with shaking hands, praying he didn’t hear the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

“Maybe you should take away the wine,” Seonghwa sported a light frown on his lips when you made your way to the table with the other bowl in your hands. You furrowed a brow, noticing the way San and Yeosang were giggling a little too loudly, and how the former was particularly flushed, only after setting the dish in front of him.

“Good idea,” Wooyoung snickered, scurrying back into the kitchen with the bottle. You watched him go, debating if to follow or give him space. You decided to stay, asking your guests how they liked the food.

Seonghwa ended up giving you precious input and feedback, over the laughter coming from the opposite end of the table. It made you smile. Despite how interested you were in your friend’s recap of the things he appreciated the most about appetizers, you couldn’t help but glance a little worriedly at the kitchen doors from time to time. Wooyoung was still in there.

“Alright, we should go,” Hongjoong, who had simply complimented your cooking with a polite smile, spoke up after a while. San protested a little but stopped his efforts to stay pretty quickly when his friend said he was going to have no ride home.

The two made their way to say their goodbyes to Wooyoung in the kitchen, leaving you with your friends.

“We should go, too,” Yeosang stood, walking over to the doors with you and Seonghwa.

“Thank you guys for coming,” you quickly hugged them both. “Drop by whenever.”

“You know I will,” Yeosang giggled, making you smile.

“Keep it up!” Seonghwa said, walking out first. You waved them both off, and when you turned around, you were faced with San and Hongjoong. The former complimented your food, saying he’d bring over friends and family, rambling a bit. You giggled as he spoke, thanking him.

“Thank you for having us, the food was delicious,” Hongjoong watched over San making his way out of the restaurant after saying his goodbyes, turning to you with a small smile. “Can I ask one thing of you?”

Your brow furrowed, but you nodded quickly. He sighed.

“I know you two have a complicated past,” he started, sending a jolt of anxiety through you. “And I see you’re doing great despite it, so, please, just… don’t hurt him again.”

“I would never,” you were furiously nodding, suddenly your throat felt a little dry, hands all clammy.

“Thank you,” Hongjoong smiled, walking out as well, leaving you dumbfounded and staring at their disappearing figures.

You waited in silence for a while, mulling his words over in your head. When you turned around and saw Wooyoung leaning against the kitchen door’s frame with a bright, wide smile adorning his lips, the sight almost gave you a heart attack. He laughed loudly seeing your spooked reaction, making a smile appear on your face. His laughter only served to make your heart stutter like butterfly wings, having barely recovered from the surprise, making you giggle as well.

Wooyoung looked so happy that you felt you could burst at the seams.

“They liked it!” You could barely contain your excitement as you locked up and started to make your way over to him, almost with a skip in your step.

“They did,” he smiled back, eyes scanning your figure until you were right up in front of him. Not even thinking twice, you let your arms sneak around his shoulders, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. You even swayed side to side. Wooyoung laughed happily, his own arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“I’m so happy,” you murmured when your excitement quelled. Your chin was resting atop his shoulder, and his on yours. When he spoke, quietly, you could hear the smile on his lips right against your ear.

“I’m glad,” he said. “Me too.”

It was quiet. For the first time since that morning there were no friends laughing at the table, no bickering in the kitchen along with the sizzling of the pans, chopping on the cutting board, and rumbling of the pots.

Just you and him.

Your heart was still racing, over the moon for the success of your menu, but also quickened by his close proximity. Once realization struck that you’d pulled him into you, you were quick to let go, though his arms around your waist wouldn’t let you wander far.

“Sorry, I-”

“It’s okay,” the look in his eyes was enough to send your heart to your feet, air stuck in your lungs, and take you back in time, just for a second. It was all it took for you to want to pull away from him as if you’d gotten shocked. You found that you couldn’t. Not when Wooyoung held you a little tighter, searching for anything in your eyes that would prompt him to stop leaning even a breath closer.

Frozen in time, in your spot, your grip on his kitchen jacket grew impossibly strong.

When his nose softly brushed against yours, as if he’d sensed your mind wandering far and wide and wanted to bring you back to him, and you saw how his half-lidded eyes were holding a simple question, you pulled back.

“Should we get to cleaning up?”

Wooyoung’s eyes closed, for a fleeting second, before he started nodding.

“Yeah, we’re gonna be here all night,” he cleared his voice, arms falling from around you. He offered a smile so small that it barely showed, the moment gone as soon as it came. You watched as he disappeared behind the kitchen doors, shoulders dropping and eyes falling close.

You gave yourself a moment, just one, to relish in his closeness. The closest he’d ever been to you in years, something that used to be so familiar and still sparked the same goosebumps, the same erratic heartbeat. You sighed, following after him.

You couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t for a good week.

Between the imminent opening of the restaurant and the newfound awkwardness between you and Wooyoung, your head was so full of swirling thoughts that, as soon as you closed your eyes, it prevented you from enjoying one singular night of rest. They just kept going, growing into a never-ending spiral of what-ifs and exploding into a hurricane of beating yourself up.

By now you’d given up on trying to make sense of your feelings. All you knew was that you wanted to keep Wooyoung to your side, co-worker, friend, or lover, it didn't matter. Now that he was back into your life, you didn’t want to risk losing him again. Though, it got increasingly hard to ignore how you wished he would stay with you once you closed the restaurant. How you wanted him to hold you like he used to, how you wanted to tell him every day just much of your love and devotion he had.

It was still dark outside when you closed the door to your apartment behind you. Almost without thinking, you’d thrown the covers off of yourself and gotten out of bed, put on the first clean clothes you found, and got out of the house. The cold, crisp air of the night hit you right in the face, waking you up like an icy splash of water would have. You pulled your jacket closer around your body, starting the walk to the restaurant. The keys jiggled in your hand, one of the few sounds in the lonesome streets.

Your heart had decided the way for you before your mind could catch up.

You’d always found solace in cooking. It allowed your mind to relax, and think about what was right in front of your nose, slicing through all your doubts and worries like a knife. With each step you followed, each accomplished passage towards the perfect result, you felt lighter and lighter. Then Wooyoung came along. Never could you have predicted that something else in your life would’ve been able to bring you the same comfort and brightness as cooking.

Whatever peace and happiness you’d found in your passion, you’d also found in him. He set you alight. You’d been dumb and wrong enough to think that the feeling that came along with him could be replaced.

But how could it? Once you let go if it, of him, Wooyoung had haunted all of your what-ifs. All of your darkest nights could only brighten up if you thought of his infectious laugh, his soft kisses, and his kind words.

Reaching the restaurant brought you back out of your thoughts. You were here now, by some fateful design, with him again. You’d do anything not to lose your brightest star again.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You closed the backdoor behind you with a jolt, not expecting Wooyoung to be sitting at a table, illuminated only by the light coming from his beloved lamp.

“What’re you doing here?”

Ever so slowly, you made your way to him, trying to calm your racing heart. He raised his shoulders, avoiding your eyes a second later, shrugging as if he had no answer to your question. You sat with him, noticing just then the few papers scattered on the wood.

“What’s on your mind?” The question fell from your lips in a quiet whisper, almost afraid to disturb the silence hanging in the air. You still knew him, after all, maybe even more than you gave yourself credit for. He sported that furrow in his brow, the one that lightly creased his smooth skin, that only showed up when something had been bothering him.

“I-” he sighed, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they didn’t waste a single second to find yours. Your mouth went dry.

“You know what I hate most? That sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you. And I never stopped torturing myself with the same questions over and over, why would you go? Did our dreams mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?” A bitter, void laugh fell from his lips. “But you’ve gotta move on, right?”

Oh.

Heart in your throat, you were left speechless in front of his innermost thoughts. Thoughts you never imagined could be plaguing his mind still. But how could you miss it now? His eyes were begging for answers, after all this time, as if the dam had finally broken. You couldn’t bear to see them be so pleading, so misty.

“That’s not true, I,” the words died in your mouth as you choked on them. “You must know it,” reduced to a whisper by the weight of truth, you tried to salvage what you’d so carefully rebuilt.

“Do I?” He sounded so helpless, your brain scrambled in all directions to find a way to convey how so untrue it all was. “You left me, Y/N, and sometimes I'm still there.”

A gasp left your lips, his words squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“We’re doing it now, isn’t it enough?”

Wooyoung shook his head, shoulders dropping in disbelief as he scoffed. Despite the dim light, from across the table, you could see his red-rimmed eyes begging you to catch on. You did, you had the second he started speaking, but you’d still said the wrong thing.

“You’re so dense,” head thrown back, hands on his face, you waited for him to speak again. “Tell me why did you go.”

Not a question. Up against the wall, you felt the way your heart fell to your stomach, how nerves were tugging at it painfully. He needed this, and you were willing to give answers.

“I didn’t think,” you started, feeling so small under his gaze. “The only thing on my mind was that I’d made it. Selfishly, I thought you’d understand. I… I never meant to hurt you, and I know it sounds like bullshit, but it’s true. And when you told me to go, for a split second, I thought we could make it. I realize now how stupid I was. How there were at least ten ways in which I could’ve handled it better. I wish I’d fought for us,”

“I’m sorry. I really am, I-” Unshed tears started to run down your cheeks, wetting your mouth with salt. “There’s nothing I regret more than letting you go.”

“We were meant to be, love,” his broken whisper was a sinking stone in your chest. Lifting your eyes to meet his, you saw the tear tracks on his desperate face matching yours.

“But we were not meant to last,” there were few ways you could describe how your heart was hurting as you muttered the words, hand reaching forwards on the table. You didn’t think Wooyoung would hold on to it until he did. Fingers intertwined, you both held on painfully tight as if by letting go you’d get lost in the current the sea of your words had provoked. Each other’s buoy in a storm of unsaid words and unresolved, muddy feelings, so strong that with nothing they could tear you apart.

You cried immersed in the dark silence of the restaurant hall, the place that crowned your dreams, listening to the other’s quiet sobs.

“I’m sorry, forgive me,” you choked out again, trying to find his face past your tears. Wooyoung reached out to brush them away, his hands just as soft as you remembered, if not more careful. The moment his skin grazed yours, a shiver ran down your spine, electrified by such simple contact. His hand lingered for a long second, cradling your cheek before all you felt was its cold absence.

He stood up first, only to walk around the table and stamp a kiss on the crown of your head, his hand holding your shoulder. You froze, barely hearing how he murmured something about seeing you in the morning, barely breathing. What you did hear was the closing door, a sign you’d been left alone with your thoughts in the dimly lit room, knowing your ignorance had broken his heart again.

You didn’t know how to fix it.

Standing and cooking side by side felt off again. You were walking on eggshells, treading on a fine line to avoid ticking off another bomb. If the weight of apologizing had been lifted off your chest, something much heavier now resided upon it. Knowing something had changed yet again, all because of how you’d acted. What you’d said.

“You want to make ramen noodles? From scratch?”

In the middle of cleaning up part of the station, you couldn’t help but let surprise seep into your voice. Wooyoung stared, nodding.

“I thought we already made enough to last us at least two days…” You let your words fade out, not wanting to start an argument. His jaw set and you realized your efforts had been in vain.

“I’d rather be safe than sorry, at least until our new hires come in,” he shrugged, going to preheat the oven. He really was serious.

You wondered why he was going through with this; you ran out of kansui, which was already hard enough to find, let alone expensive. In its absence, you’d need to prepare a substitute for it: baking soda that had to be baked in the oven for at least an hour to act properly instead of the kansui. It was such a waste of time when you had more pressing matters to attend to. Ones that didn’t need the help of your brigade.

Breathing in deeply and deciding that keeping peace was essential, you assessed how Wooyoung was just lining the baking sheet with parchment paper and spreading the baking soda over it. You went to retrieve the whole wheat and bread flours you’d need in an hour, trying to keep frustration at bay. You’d think about the salt and riboflavin later. When you came back with the sacks, Wooyoung was already cleaning the rolling pins and pasta machine. With a grunt, you set them down on the counter, watching as he jolted in surprise.

“I’ll go call our supplier while we wait on the oven,” you really didn’t mean for your voice to sound so clipped. He seemed not to care, simply giving you a nod and going on with his task.

You left the kitchen almost stomping your feet in frustration, sitting down at the table furthermost from it. Whatever game Wooyoung was playing, it needed to stop now. You had tried time and time again, in the last few days, to get anything out of him. To try and patch things up and salvage them as best as you could. But you guessed he needed time, and with the opening just around the corner, you decided it was best to let him be. As long as you could work well together, everything would be fine.

Except the wall he’d put up was so high that you felt it was impossible to climb it or break through.

The sound of the door opening brought you back to reality, reminding you that you needed to find the supplier’s contact and call, murmuring something about being closed to whoever had just come in.

“I figured,” the voice made every hair on your skin stand, plunging you back into prickly, cold, anxious times. As you looked up, you could barely believe your eyes.

“Mr. Hwang,” his name left your lips in an incredulous whisper.

“It’s been a while,” he looked around, coming in. His eyes were inspecting thoroughly everything they could lay themselves on, scrutinizing all that might be out of place, or all that wasn’t, and had the ability to spark envy in an enviable man. “Nice place.”

“How may I help you?”

“I have an offer to make you.”

Wooyoung nearly stumbled on his feet. When he’d walked out of the kitchen to see if anything had come of your call with the supplier, the last thing he’d expected was seeing you sat at a table with your old boss, having a chat, exchanging laughter. He’d quickly retreated, leaving you to it, seeing red. He didn’t need to know what was going on, nor did he want to. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself as he stared, unable to do anything else, at the timer of the oven ticking by. Every second you sat out there, was a second he needed to reason with himself and find out what the menacing grip that held his heart was. All Wooyoung knew was that he wished you’d walk through the kitchen doors, a bright smile on your face, ready to get back to work.

And when you did, he couldn’t quite figure out the look on your face. He was dying to ask what Hwang wanted, no matter what it was, he needed whatever words you’d utter to soothe his burning curiosity. But you never spoke, keeping up your diligent work even past the timer dinging, through the kneading of the dough, its thirty-minute rest, and the several compressions through the pasta machine. He observed you carefully, like he always had, as you used a long knife to cut the noodles by hand as he was occupying the noodle cutter of the machine. Were you slipping through his fingertips again? His eyes on you had always felt like an encouraging, gentle caress. Always looking after and out for you. Wooyoung never noticed or wasn’t fully aware, that sometimes they still did. More often than not you felt the need to step away, or look away, under his gaze, caving in under his affection.

You felt that you didn’t deserve to be looked at so tenderly, not anymore.

He searched for words to say as the several pieces of dough were turned into noodles, but nothing came to mind. Nothing sounded right, not even in his head. Wooyoung let silence win this battle, preferring to let the whirring of the machine and the slicing of your knife talk, trying to work out all the tangled threads that were his thoughts. It was easy to mess up the noodles and have them stick together in an unsalvageable way; then you’d have to make them into dough again and put it through the machine, compressing it until it was ready to be cut up. He tried to treat his thoughts with the same care as noodles to avoid starting over. But Wooyoung wasn’t having the same luck.

Your muttering from the other side of the kitchen prompted him to look your way, struggling to find some space in the refrigerator for your sheet-pans. He hid his smirk, tossing the last of his noodles with cornstarch.

“Why?” You turned around, hands on your hips, irritation barely at bay. Wooyoung raised a brow, doing his very best at pushing your buttons.

“Why did we make so many fucking noodles when we are stocked full?”

“Because we need them,” he shrugged. “They’re tedious to make from scratch, it’ll make our lives easier.”

“Then you make space for them,” you huffed, hastily walking over to the dishwasher to start filling it with the utensils you’d just finished using.

“What did Hwang want?”

Wooyoung bit his tongue, watching how your back straightened at his question. He’d tried to sound casual, but the question turned out to be anything but. He couldn’t keep it in anymore, the longer he did, the more his nerves tested his peace of mind. Wooyoung watched as you froze, halting your movements, before turning to face him again. The furrow of your brow as you raked your eyes over him accelerated his heartbeat in mysterious ways, waiting with bated breath for your answer.

“Nothing important,” but it was to him. Wooyoung’s thoughts had taken him places he didn’t want to revisit. His heart had been swallowed with an all-consuming and unkindly familiar pain at the idea of you leaving him behind. Hwang had offered you a lot in the past, afforded you to realize your dreams, he knew that much. What could he give you, then?

“Then why did you take so long talking to him?” One way or the other, Wooyoung had to exorcize the sinking feeling in his chest along with the overpowering green monster resurfacing with all its might. The only way afforded to him now was to venomously spit his words to you.

“I’m not trying to put us in a hard place with our number one competitor,” you closed the loaded dishwasher behind you, coming closer to him, clouding his senses. He scoffed with a roll of his eyes and you lifted a brow, crossing your arms.

“Fine, be that way,” you carelessly threw the towel that was resting on your shoulder upon the counter. “He came back to try and persuade me to work for him again.”

And there they were, the words Wooyoung had feared the most. Someone who would whisk you away from him again as he watched helplessly, feeding into his fears.

“I said no, Woo…” your voice put a halt to every thought drowning him, your eyes full of the same softness your voice was. Giving up the fight, extinguishing the fire of his worries, at the cost of your disappointment. You swallowed the bitter bite. “Did you really think I’d go back, that I’d leave this? That I’d leave you?”

His silence was answer enough. You nodded, pressing your lips together.

“Well, I wouldn’t.”

You weren’t going to let him think like that, not now.

“I wasn’t happy there, and there’s not a single thing he could offer that would make me as happy as you do.”

Wooyoung watched, stunned into silence, while you got rid of your jacket and murmured something about still having to call the supplier. The timid smile you gave him, eyes full of warm hope, moved something inside him that had been slowly waking up ever since you bumped into him down the street months ago.

For so long, he’d tried to move on. In the end, it turned out that you wanted different things from him, and he had to accept that. Wooyoung couldn’t convince you to stay if you wanted to leave. So, with his heart aching and bursting at the seams with the hope that eventually you’d be back, he let you go. There was no way he could describe how he felt when he saw you again. Surprise struck him, leaving him disoriented for a long moment before his mouth spoke for him. As if his body had reacted to the presence of yours, remembering what it felt like to have you close.

No, Wooyoung wasn’t surprised that he so readily welcomed you back into his life. You were trying, that much he could see, but he was, too. There was a battle going on inside his head that left him frustrated and confused when it came to you, to his feelings for you. His thoughts laid their armor down only in your presence. His heart knew you were the only one he’d ever truly loved. A love that bloomed at the wrong time, a fragile flower that didn’t survive the winter. Wilted and withered, you’d left him to mend the gashes.

He did, only if it meant learning how to be without you, burning with the hope that one day, if the time was right, together you could grow flowers anew.

The chance was right there for him to take, and yet. It had taken him just a couple of hours after closing the kitchen to decide he needed to see you, and set things straight once and for all.

“What are you doing here?”

The sun was just about to set, gilded light flowing into your apartment from the window, bathing you in its gold. Wooyoung’s breath caught. For a fleeting instant, nothing else existed besides your confused pout and his erratic heartbeat.

“Can we talk?”

You nodded, opening the door wider to let him in, gesturing for him to follow to the kitchen. The sweet aroma hit him first, enveloping him, and he saw the cutting board in the sink after. It didn’t take him long to figure out you were making blackberry jam.

“You’re stressed,” the words left his lips before he could realize he’d spoken them, your head jerking in his direction as you kept stirring the pot, only to nod right after.

“Well, yeah, the opening’s just around the corner now and we-” your eyes fell back on the stove, briefly avoiding his. “What did you want to talk about?”

Wooyoung hesitated. He didn’t know. Rather, he was sure he needed to make things right. Clean the suffocating air of uncertainty when it came to you and what you were to him. What he was to you. You two were always good at dancing in the dark but now, in the light of day, it was hard to fall back into rhythm.

“I’m sorry about the noodles,” he bit his tongue. Way to start.

How could he say what he wanted to when his head was on fire? Still, you were there, waiting, occasionally stirring your jam, making his heart skip. Wooyoung sighed.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving.”

Your hand halted its gentle movements, he saw your knuckles turning white.

“Wooyoung-”

“No, let me say this,” he was pretty sure his lungs almost failed him when you turned to look at him, wide eyed, hanging onto his words. “I don’t really know how to act around you. At first, I wanted to be mad. Just a little bit, but found out quickly that after the anger was gone, there wasn’t much left. Just the part of me that wondered if you’d ever come back, if you missed me like I missed you. And if I push all the confusion back, it’s as easy as breathing. I never expected to want you with me as much as I do.”

You turned off the flame, walking closer.

“I never meant you any harm,” you were picking at your fingers, almost subconsciously, just like Wooyoung’s hand reached out to twine with yours, halting your nervous motions. “I‘m sorry that I let you down, and that I hurt you.”

“I know,” he squeezed your hand with a small sigh, eyes cast on them. “We weren’t meant to last.”

The words bitterly echo in the quiet kitchen, almost lost in the burbling coming from the stove. Wooyoung was tempted to let go of your hand and walk out the door, fragile like a house of cards, as if it cost him his whole heart to tell you the truth. To expose his confusion in fear it may be an imposition.

“No, Woo, not when I was so confused and only put my dreams first. Not when we had so much that we would’ve held each other from,” your watery smile hit him square in the chest, your words feeding his worries. “But I think we were always meant to be. I still… I’ve always held so much love for you.”

Wooyoung stopped breathing, letting the sweet taste of your words wash over him.

“Can we start over?” you asked, tentative, searching his face for any sign that you may have crossed a line. “I want to be by your side, at your pace, we’ll be whatever you want us to be. I wasn't ready then but I am now, and I know it'll take time but I want you to know that I'll be there. No matter how long, I'll always be there.”

The unruled hope, that he’d been fighting to keep at bay, finally broke free and sparked a fire in his chest that swallowed up his heart, holding it in a fierce grip, burning. Your hopeful, misty eyes told him more than words could, more than he could ever dare to imagine. He had longed to see them from this close again.

“Didn’t you say that mixing feelings with work is the recipe for disaster?”

Behind the carelessly amused shrug of your shoulders, your untamed smile shined with bright happiness. The hand that wasn’t holding his tentatively rose to cup his cheek and Wooyoung wasted no time in leaning in and basking in its warmth.

“I think we’d make it.”

Your promise was enough for him. Wooyoung rested his forehead against yours, finding home in your sweet perfume once again. You were finally back into his arms, to hold and to love. Once your lips met his hesitantly, almost afraid at first but feverishly at last, the sweet and pleasantly tart taste of your kiss assured his head and heart that everything would be alright.

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The One that Got Away

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 7.7k

Includes- Angst, fluff, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, sex from behind, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Parking my car, I get out, my heart pounding in my chest

I decided I'm going to tell him today

After the photo shoot

Tell my best friend that I love him and want to be with him

Oh my god, I feel like I'm gonna puke

I breathe in trying to relax

My coworker and close friend Binna, one of ATEEZ's makeup artists, knows about my feelings for him

How I've loved him since we were teenagers and have always been too terrified to say anything

She talked with me about it a few times over the last few months, gave me advice

She told me to just suck it up and tell him or I'll regret it

I thought about it last night and I decided today is the day

The worst he can say is he doesn't feel the same

Which is world ending but she's right, I'll regret not telling him

I texted her last night, telling her I'm gonna tell him today and she encouraged me and wished me good luck

I'm gonna need it

Entering the building where the set is, I make my way to the dressing room, my legs wobbly, my stomach in knots and my hands shaking

Taking a breath, I enter the dressing room and look for him

My heart crashes to the floor when I find him

Wooyoung, my best friend, the guy I've loved for years, the one I was going to confess to today is kissing another girl

And not just any girl

Binna

He's kissing Binna

Hurt and betrayal hit me at once and it takes everything to control the tears that want to burst out

Breathe, just breathe, breathe

How did this fucking happen?

Why did this happen?

I had no idea that Binna felt that way for Wooyoung

Why didn't she say something?

Why did she encourage me to tell him my feelings?

Why did she wait until I was going to tell him to make a move on him?

Just why?

And I clearly got my answer from him

He never saw me that way, ever

I'm calm on the outside but inside I'm hyperventilating

Walk, I scream at myself

Don't just stand here like an idiot

I move my feet towards the table where the hair products are as I'm one of ATEEZ's hair stylists

I have to pass by them

I can't handle this

Fuck

As I get closer, Wooyoung and Binna break apart, a small smile on his face that utterly breaks my heart

His eyes move from her to me, "Hey Jo"

Binna turns around, smiling smugly at me and I just want to fucking murder her, "Hi Jo"

"Hi", I managed to say without my voice shaking, "What's uh...what's going on?"

"Uh well, Binna-"

"Wooyoungie is my boyfriend", Binna smirks

"Oh?", I say, rage filling me, "I uh didn't know you liked him like that. Or uh that you liked her like that"

"Oh well, I told Woo that I had liked him for awhile and he likes me too, now we're together. Isn't that great?", Binna gushes

Yeah fucking great

God, I want to claw her eyes out

"Yeah. Great", I repeat, trying to sound happy, "Congratulations"

"Thanks", she says, turning back to him

I can't look at him so I avert my eyes and just keep walking

I feel like I'm gonna break down but I can't

I won't

Not in front of her

I won't let her see me cry

And for him, I'll put on a happy front

As long as he's happy, I can pretend I'm ok

I can do this

I can

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18 months later

"So what are we doing with your hair?", I ask Wooyoung

He asked me to cut and dye his hair today, so he came over to my apartment

"Undercut", he says

"Again?", I tease

He scowls, "Is that a problem?"

"No Woo. I just think it's funny that there's only two hairstyles you go for. Long that can fit in a ponytail or a short undercut

"What else is there?", he grumps

"Buzz cut?"

"Are you insane?"

I giggle, continuing, "Mullet?"

"Hongjoong's territory"

"Short bob?"

"That's a girl style!"

"Layers?"

"Now you're fucking with me"

I nod

I so am

"Cut it out", he rolls his eyes

"Ok ok. But seriously how about this- viking style"

"What the hell is that?"

"It's where your hair on the top is long with an undercut"

"That's what I'm asking for!"

I shake my head, "No the point is that the hair on top is long enough to put into a ponytail or braids. Kinda like Hongjoong's hair in the "fireworks" photoshoot. This way you can still do a ponytail and have an undercut"

He looks thoughtful for a minute, then he nods

"Yeah ok, we can try it", he agrees, "And if it looks stupid or Binna hates it you can just cut it normally"

I bristle at the mention of Binna but I just nod

"And color?", I ask, shoving my hate for that cunt down

He's got a black blonde combo going on right now

"Black"

"Boring", I sing

"Just do it", he grits out, "Please"

"Fine. We'll dye it first"

I get out everything I need and mix all the liquids to get a black dye

Then I start

Squeeze a line of dye, then rub it into the strands down to the ends

I work in sections, saturating his hair in the black dye

I've dyed his and the other ATEEZ members hair a million times so it's like second nature for me

I can do it quickly

"Now you need to marinate", I joke, finishing

"Like chicken?"

I giggle, "Yeah"

I go around him, facing him and use a wet paper towel with some soap on it and wipe the tiny black spots on his forehead and temple away, getting them just before it sets

Leaning over, I scrub a little harder on a darker spot on his right temple

He has a photo shoot tomorrow and he can't have black dye staining his face

When I finish I move my gaze to him, startled to see his brown eyes already on me

They stare deep into mine and I'm mesmerized by them

I don't realize I've moved closer until I can feel his breath on my lips

All I have to do is move forward slightly and I'll be kissing him

'Too close!', my brain screams

He hasn't moved away and what the fuck is that about but I need to if he's not

I pull my head back, straightening up

It's like that breaks the spell because he blinks, moving his head back too although I'm nowhere near him now

"So how's the recording going?", I ask to make conversation, knowing that ATEEZ is recording for their new album and comeback

"It's going good", he answers, "I'm getting a few more lines. Letting me hit a few of my higher ranges"

"That's good Woo! Congrats", I smile, "You need to sing more, you have such a beautiful voice"

"Yeah?", he asks, shyly

I blush myself as I nod

"Thanks"

"Of course", I tell him

"And is my dancing sexy?", he says wiggling his eyebrows

I breathe out in relief

He's fucking around now to break the seriousness of the conversation

I snort, "Sure"

"Oh c'mon! All girls find the way I dance hot. And the outfits I'm put in...with my muscles all out. Plus all the tongue action. You know I can't keep my tongue in my mouth during a performance"

He needs to stop right now

I'm getting turned on and wet and it's so not appropriate

"You know that doesn't affect me Jung"

He seriously doesn't need to know how much it does affect me and I've done an excellent job of making him believe he doesn't affect me in that way

"Yeah, I know", he says in a teasing tone, "That's just because you're so in love with Hyun"

I snort, "Yeah ok"

His eyebrow raises, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Paradise? You're kidding right?"

His eyes light up with interest as he leans forward in his chair

"So am I right? Trouble?"

God, he is such a gossip

"No, not trouble", I shrug, "Just....not feeling it"

"Again?", he asks, "That's like what? The third guy this year that you dated for a few months and aren't feeling?"

Yeah it's the third

But what am I supposed to do?

I want Wooyoung but I can't have him

So I try to date to get over him

But it never works

"I dunno what you want me to say Woo. Not everyone can find the love of their life right away like you did"

Although that's not exactly true

I did find the love of my life, I just can't be with him

"I wouldn't say the love of my life", he says, "I.....have feelings...for Binna but I don't know if she's the love of my life"

Huh, that's new, what with all the gushing he does about her

Which hurts but whatever

"Are you still with Hyun?", he asks

"For now yeah. I'm thinking about breaking it off though. Like maybe tonight or tomorrow"

"You wouldn't want to keep trying with him?", he asks

For what?

It's a lost cause

I don't miss Hyun when he's gone, I don't really call or text him when he's not here, when he is here it's boring and the only plus is that I get sex

Really good sex but I can't stay with him for that

"No", I shake my head, "He's not the one...um there's really nothing we have in common and I'm just not into him"

Please don't ask, I pray, please don't ask

"He's not the what?", Wooyoung asks

Fuck

I didn't think about what I was saying and I was going to tell him that Hyun was not who I wanted but I realized mid sentence what a can of worms that would open

I knew he'd notice and I hoped he wouldn't ask about it

But I should know Wooyoung by now

Sometimes he acts like a buffoon but he's incredibly perceptive and smart

"Nothing", I answer, hoping he'd drop it, knowing he won't

"C'mon Jo, he's not the what?", he prods, "You know you can't start saying something like that, suddenly stop and I won't ask about it"

I sigh, looking at the ceiling, giving up

He will harass me until I tell him so I might as well do it now and save myself the aggravation

"He's not the one I want"

Silence

Then, "There's someone you want?", he screeches

I wince, moving my gaze back to him

"Yeah"

"Who? Where is this guy? Why doesn't he want you? Who is it?"

"Please Woo", I answer, pinching my nose bridge, "It's just a guy ok? I guess he's what you'd call the one that got away. Everyone has one of those"

He scoffs, "Him rejecting you is not the one who got away. It's the one who rejected you"

He has no idea how untrue that is

I shake my head, "He didn't reject me Woo. It's my fault he got away"

He raises an eyebrow, "How?"

This is not how I expected today to go

With me explaining to him how I lost him

"Woo, just drop it"

"Joanne!", he barks, "Tell me!"

I groan, "Fine. I was chicken shit ok? I like him..... love him but I took too long to say anything to him. And when I was ready to tell him, he was with someone else"

"What a jerk!"

No he's not

He just didn't know and someone else got to him first

Someone I never expected to betray me like that

"How is he a jerk Woo? He didn't know how I felt for him. I didn't expect him to wait around especially if someone else showed interest and he was interested"

He scowls, "Fine he's not a jerk. Is he still with the girl?"

I nod, "It's my fault Woo. I let him slip away"

Well it's partly my fault

It's also Binna's

That bitch

"I'm sorry Jo", he says sincerely, "That sucks"

Yes it very much does

I shrug, "It's fine. I'm ok"

Big crock of shit but what else can I say

He just nods, an awkward silence falling between us

"So I think your hair is ready", I say, changing the subject, "Let's go wash it"

"Kitchen sink?", he asks

My sink is stainless steel

I nod, "Hell yes. I'm not getting black dye all over my shower tiles"

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah yeah, I know"

He stands up and bends over the kitchen sink, waiting for me to wash his hair out

"Water ok?", I ask, moving my fingers in his hair to wash out the dye

"Yup", he answers

The dye comes out as I wash his hair, making a sea of black against the silver steel

Once most of the dye is out, I lather his hair with shampoo, scrubbing to make sure I get all the dye out

After that is conditioner and he's done

"Keep your head in the sink", I tell him as I go to my table to get a towel for him

"The blood is rushing to my head", he whines, "And my neck hurts"

"Aww poor baby", I mock, throwing the towel over his head, "You can stand up now"

He does, running the towel in his hair

"My neck hurts"

I snort, "Then go get a massage or something. This is what you get for wanting to do your hair here instead of at KQ"

"You're so mean", he whines, plopping back down in the chair

"And you're so whiny", I tease, taking the towel and drying the excess water from his hair

He hurrumphs and it's so cute but I can't let it get to me

I can't think of him as anything other than my best friend

Yeah when he's on stage, I can fangirl but not any other time

I have to maintain the image that he doesn't affect me

Tossing the towel on the table, I grab a comb and start running it through his hair

"Mm feels good", he murmurs

I know it does

He's always liked when someone plays with his hair, but I'm not playing, I'm working

"Don't be weird", I answer, ignoring the feelings that surfaces whenever I'm near him

"I'm not. It feels good ok?", he huffs, "You're always so gentle and I can't help it"

"So you're saying I should pull your hair or something?", I joke as I gather the hair I'm gonna keep long and tie it in a ponytail

"I suggest you not", he says seriously, "I uh...really like that too"

"Oh god, gross!", I snap, pretending I'm grossed out when my body is doing the opposite and getting turned on

He likes hair pulling

I like pulling hair

Hyun doesn't like it so much so I've back off on it, but it's normally one of the things I like

I need to stop thinking about this

And I will not let my mind wander to thoughts of pulling Wooyoung's hair and how he'd sound

Goddamnit

"What?"

"I don't need to know those things about you Woo. Cut it out", I force myself to say

"Sorry", he mutters

I get my buzzer, put it on the setting I need and turn it on

Thankfully the buzzing noise is loud which means no conversation

I start shaving his hair, cutting it short but still leaving some

Once I go all around his head, I undo the ponytail and comb through that hair again, slicking it back

Going in front of him, I inspect the cut to make sure it's good and even

It is

Now time to blow dry it and we're done

Holding the dryer to his head, I run my fingers in his hair, moving the strands around in the heated air to get it to dry faster

As I do this, I look down at him, startled to see his eyes closed, biting his lower lip

He's so beautiful it's stupid

And those beauty marks on his face

I want to press kiss after kiss to the one under his eye, the kiss the one on his lip

Binna probably does that to him

And that thought snaps me out of whatever trance I was in

I move behind him again to finish his hair so I don't have to see his face

"Done", I say after a few minutes, turning the dryer off

I busy myself with cleaning up the mess as he stands up

"I'm gonna look in the mirror", he says, leaving the kitchen and going to the bathroom

I breath in and out as I throw away the bowl I used for the dye, then get the broom to sweep up his hair

"I like it", he announces when he comes back

"Good. At least it's something new and not boring"

He pouts, crossing his arms, "Not nice"

I snort, rolling my eyes

"So uh...do you wanna hang out?", he asks

I do but I can't

This is enough interaction for today

I can only be around him in small doses before it starts to hurt again, before all I can think about is him again

I'm reaching that point and I don't want to go over it

"Oh I can't. Hyun might be coming over", I say, "He asked me to call him after you left to see if we would do something"

"I thought you were gonna break it off with him", he asks his eyebrow raised

"Well yeah but he doesn't know that yet. I'll probably do it tonight if we decide to do something"

He just nods, "Yeah ok. Sure"

"Next time though"

"Yeah next time", he says

There's an awkward silence between us and I don't know how to break it

"So I guess I'm gonna go"

"Yeah ok", I say stupidly

"Thanks for doing my hair"

"Of course Woo. Anytime"

He smiles tightly, "I'll see you later"

I nod

He leaves the kitchen and I hear the front door close a minute later

I breathe out, closing my eyes as tears fall down

I'm ok, it's ok, everything is fine

He's happy, I remind myself

It's ok

I can do this

🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

A few days later

Wooyoung POV

Walking into Binna's apartment with her, I head to the couch while she closes the door

We just finished the first of three photoshoots for the new album

It was an exhausting day

And I had to force myself to keep my eyes off her

To rein in my jealousy when she laughed with San while she did his hair

Then I had to actually do the photo shoot and I'm just tired

"You ok baby?", Binna asked as she sits next to me

"Yeah. Just tired"

She nods, her fingers moving to my hair again

And I know what's coming

She touches my hair for one reason only

To complain

"Do you really like your hair this way?"

I sigh

Didn't we have this conversation?

I know she doesn't like it but I do and it's my freaking hair

"Don't you think it's too long?"

"No Binna, I like it like this"

"Why, because Jo talked you into it?"

I shake my head, "No. Like I told you before she suggested it and I decided to try it. When I looked at it in the mirror I liked it and still do. She would have cut my hair shorter if that's what I wanted. I didn't"

We went over all this

"Hmmm ok", she says, moving her hand out of my hair, "Is everything with Jo and Hyun ok?"

"Fine", I say

It's really none of Binna's business and I don't feel comfortable telling her about Joanne and her relationship Joanne confided in me about it and I'm not telling anyone anything

If she wants people to know her and Hyun are broken up, it's her choice to tell them

"I just noticed her flirting with San and Mingi"

She wasn't

I would of known as I couldn't stop staring at her

But I just shrug

"She says they're ok"

"Oh well that's good. At least she's over me getting to you first"

I'm about to just nod when her words penetrate my brain

When she what?

"What did you say?", I ask before I can stop myself

"I said that it's good she's with Hyun and over that I got to you first"

Ok, she did say that

"What does that mean?"

She shrugs, "It means what it means. She loved you and was gonna tell you but I got you first"

Joanne loves....me?

Since when?

And if Binna knows that and she said she got to me first....

"You knew she loved me when you came onto me?", I whisper in shock

"Well yeah"

Oh my fucking god!

"If you knew why would you hit on me?", I shriek, standing up

Oh my god

She was different when she walked in the day Binna and I got together

She didn't look happy although she played it like she was

I thought something had happened with like family or something and she didn't want to tell me

And since then she's been distant

Not much at first but over the time I've been with Binna she has

And I just realized that her friendship with Binna is non-existent

They used to be friends but now they're not

Because Binna betrayed her

"Because she took too long", Binna says, standing up too, "And I wanted you. She told me she was gonna tell you the day we got together but I didn't believe her"

She wanted me

At her friend's expense

"You knew she was going to tell me that day? You waited until that day to come on to me?"

"It's not like that. I wasn't sure she would actually tell you. I told her to tell you so many times before and she never did. And she still didn't tell you"

"Because she's not mean like that!", I shout, "She wouldn't tell me how she feels knowing I had a girlfriend!"

This is fucking unbelievable

"Why does it matter Woo? She's happy with Hyun"

"No she's not!", I yell, "I lied! She's not happy! She broke up with him!"

Oh fuck, the guy she was talking about...the one that slipped away...it has to be me

"I like him..... love him but I took too long to say anything to him. And when I was ready to tell him, he was with someone else"

It fits...it has to be me

Oh my god, she loves me

"Ok but that still doesn't matter Wooyoung. It's over, in the past. You love me"

"No I don't", I tell her

I've never said I love you to her before so I don't know where she's getting that from

"What do you mean you don't?", she gapes

"I don't", I repeat, "I love her"

I finally said it out loud and it's like a huge weight off my shoulders

I'm in love with my best friend

"Her?", Binna screeches, "Since when?"

"Since always", I answer, "I always loved her since I could remember. She was the one I always wanted"

"The fuck Wooyoung? Then why did you say yes to me?"

"Because I thought I had no shot with her", I exclaim, "I thought she knew you were going to come on to me. I thought she didn't feel like that for me"

God, I was so wrong

And fuck, I'm glad I was wrong and she loves me

And I'm enraged that Binna did this to her

"We're over", I tell Binna

She looks at me enraged, "Why, because of her? You don't even know if she still loves you!"

I don't know for sure but I think she does

I have to talk to her

Now

"I'm sorry", I tell her, not sorry at all, "We're done"

I turn away from her, practically running to her door

"You're leaving me for the off chance that she still loves you? Are you fucking kidding, you asshole?"

I stop at her door and turn around

"That's one reason", I growl, "The other is that you hurt my best friend. You knew how she felt and you betrayed her. You hurt her and you didn't and still don't care that you did. Even if I didn't love her, I'd never be with someone like you"

She stares at me in disbelief but I don't have time for her

I leave her apartment, calling a car on my phone, anxious to get to her

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Pounding on her door, I wait for her to open it

I have to talk to her

Right now

The door opens, a look of annoyance on her face

"Wooyoung what the fuck? Are you trying to break-"

I cut her off, stepping inside her apartment, pulling her to me and crashing my lips to hers in a kiss

My entire world changes in an instant, fire flooding my veins, my head spinning, chills running up and down my spine

The kiss, it feels so right

I knew she was my one

I knew it

At first she kisses me back but then after a few seconds she pushes on my chest, breaking the kiss and backing away

"What the hell Woo?"

And I just go off

"Why didn't you tell me?", I demand

She rolls her eyes, moving around me and closing her front door, "Tell you what?"

I spin around to face her, "That I'm the one you want? That you love me? That I'm your one who got away"

Her eyes widen in shock, "How the fuck-"

"Binna told me!", I exclaim, "She made a stupid comment on how she was glad she got to me first and I asked her what the hell that meant"

She looks at me with slight fear and nausea on her face

"She told me everything! How she knew you loved me, how she knew you were going to tell me how you felt on the same day she made a move on me. How she stole me from you"

She shakes her head, "You weren't mine to steal away Woo"

Yes I was

I was always hers

Always

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you call her out on her shit? Why didn't you tell me what happened?"

"And what would that have accomplished Woo? Nothing", she snaps, "You were already with her. Unlike her, I don't go behind people's backs. I don't steal boyfriends, I don't break people up. I didn't even know how you felt about me, if what I said would even matter"

I gape at her

Of course it would matter

She's my best friend

And even if I didn't feel anything for her I wouldn't have been with Binna because she hurt my best friend

I wasn't lying when I told Binna that

"You should have told me", I tell her, "I would never have stayed with Binna. Not when she hurt you like that"

"Doesn't matter anymore"

"Of course it matters!", I explode, "You're more important than her! Than anyone! How could you think I wouldn't care that she hurt you? Of course I'd care!"

She looks away from me nodding, "I'm sorry Woo. I didn't mean to imply you wouldn't care. I know you would have. But I just...I had just gotten the courage to tell you how I feel....I couldn't tell you what she did. If the situation was now then yeah I'd tell you but back when it happened....I still let people walk all over me then. I was still the quiet shy girl who wanted no confrontation. So I let it go"

I can understand that

She has changed so much in the year and a half I've been with Binna

She's more outgoing, tougher

Doesn't let anyone walk all over her, tells you how it is, doesn't sugarcoat things, stands up for herself

I guess that's a direct result of Binna fucking her over

"As long as you're happy, I could deal with it", she says

She shouldn't have to

My happiness shouldn't be at her expense

And she has no idea that she is what would have made me happiest of all

"Look, Woo, I'm sorry you found out this way ok? But really, it doesn't matter", she says, "You still love Binna and I get it ok"

No she doesn't get it

"Two days ago...when you did my hair. When you said Hyun wasn't the guy you wanted....that guy is still me?"

I need to know before I tell her how I feel

I need to know if she still feels that way for me

I need her to say it

I was so angry and so jealous when she was talking about the guy who got away

Wishing it was me she was talking about me

I have to know if she was

She looks at me wearily, "What are you doing Woo? Why are you asking me this?"

"Just answer Jo", I ask

"No, I'm not answering Wooyoung. This conversation is over. There's no reason for me to answer this when you still have a girlfriend. I told you, I don't break up relationships", she snaps, turning away from me, "Just...just go home ok? I'll see you for the shoot tomorrow"

She starts walking towards her bedroom and I just stare at her in shock

For a second

"Joanne Hayes, don't you fucking walk away from me!", I shout

She turns around, her eyes wide, looking at me like I'm insane

"I fucking love you, you dummy!", I yell, "I don't want Binna, I never wanted her! I left her! I wanted you! I always wanted you! You think you were the only one who was chicken shit? I was too! You're my one that got away!"

Her mouth drops, "What?"

"I always loved you", I confess, "And the only reason I went out with Binna was because I thought there was no shot with you! I know girls have like a girl code like guys do. I didn't think I'd ever get to be with you because one of your friends asked me out. I thought you knew and because she went ahead and asked me, I thought you didn't feel that way for me and you were ok with me being with her. I also knew if her and I ever broke up, you wouldn't go behind her back and be with her ex. I thought I'd never be with you, so I said yes to her"

God, I was so stupid back then too

Too scared to tell my best friend I was in love with her for years

That's she was who I wanted

And Binna asking me out really put me in a hard place for the reasons I just told her

Joanne is a very loyal person and she wouldn't hurt people she cares about

But now that all of this has come to light....I don't care about Binna

If it's between her and Binna, I'm choosing her, always

My girl who got away

She stands there gaping at me, not moving from her spot

"I'll always choose you Jo. Always", I tell her, "So if it's me you were talking about the other day and you love me like I love you and you want to be with me, put your money where your mouth is and get the fuck over here and kiss me. Now"

In a fraction of a second she moves, running right to me

My heart fills with pure happiness when I catch her in my arms, her mouth against mine in a mind altering kiss

I pick her up, her arms around my neck, fingers in my hair, legs wrapped around my waist, tongue against mine as she kisses me deeply

"I love you Woo", she says between kisses, joy, relief, love pouring over me hearing her words

She loves me

The girl I love, the girl I pined for loves me too

"I love you Jo", I tell her, my lips right back on hers when I finish speaking

"Fuck, baby all I wanted was you", she whispers

"All I wanted was you too princess", I answer, pressing pecks to her soft lips, "Always, from when we were kids baby. It was always you"

"It was always you Woo. Always. I thought I lost you"

"Never baby. I'll always be yours. I'll always love you"

"I'll always love you baby", she answers, her gorgeous brown eyes looking at me with so much love

I smile, so unbelievably happy I finally got my girl

She closes the space between us, her lips on mine, kissing me deeply

I fall into her kiss, so fucking ecstatic I can finally have them all the time

My feet move on their own, going right to her bedroom

I know the way with my eyes closed

We fall on the bed, her lips glued to mine as she keeps me against her

Her fingers move in my hair, playing with the strands at the back of my head, sending shivers up my spine

I can't stop my hands from touching her, moving under her shirt and finally feeling her warm soft skin

"Woo", she murmurs, her hands moving down my body and pulling my shirt up, her fingers grazing my skin and making me tremble against her touch

We break the kiss momentarily as she pulls my shirt off me and I take hers off

Then our lips are against each other's again as my hands move around her boobs, softly squeezing

"Mmm baby", she whispers, her body arching against mine as my fingers brush against her nipples

Dragging kisses down her neck, I continue the path to her boob

"Woo", she cries, her hand buried in my hair and pulling, getting even more riled up than I already am

Lavishing licks on her nipple, I feel it get hard against my tongue, her moans music to my ears

Wrapping my mouth around her nipple, I suck on it, loving the way it feels in my mouth as she screams louder

I stay on her boob, sucking hard as I push down her pants and panties, her legs kicking them off for me

Switching to her other nipple, I continue my sucking while touching her cunt

I moan in her skin as I feel how utterly wet she is

Soaked

And it's all for me

Slowly, I slide two fingers in her tiny hole, her cunt squeezing as soon as I'm in

Fuck, she's going to feel so fucking amazing on my dick

Pulling my fingers out, I thrust them back inside over and over, her moans louder than before

I move my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that will have her fall apart for me

God, I want to see that so badly

Pressing down inside her, she cries out and I smirk around her nipple

Found it

I concentrate on driving my fingers right into her spot, moving my palm against her clit at the same time

She flood my hand, leaking out around us and I bet she's drenching the sheets

I keep working her over with my fingers, letting go of her nipple and sliding down to her pretty pussy

Latching onto her clit, I keep my tongue against it as I suck

"Wooyoung! Oh god!", she screams, her hips moving, fucking my fingers as she meets my thrusts

Her little clit throbs hard against my lips sending pleasure down to my already painfully hard cock

Switching, I give her clit long licks using all of my tongue, starting with the flat of it and ending with flicking her bump with the tip

"Yes, Wooyoung, yes baby!", she cries, "Oh my god"

"Mmm", I moan into her, feeling her cunt pulse impossibly fast around my fingers

She's right there

Shoving my fingers inside just as I suck her clit back in my mouth has her screaming loudly as she orgasms

I raise my eyes, watching the beautiful sight of her coming in front of me

God, she's fucking ethereal, her face and body in so much pleasure

I finger and suck her through it, her pussy so fucking wet, it's all over my hand

When she finishes, I pull my fingers out and slip my tongue down, into her waiting hole

"Oh god", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I get a first taste of her cum and my god it's so good

So sweet, like candy

Pulling my tongue out, I lick along her pussy, spreading her slit with my tongue and ending on her clit

Then I do it again and again, thoroughly enjoying eating her cunt

She squirms a bit so I move my arms around her legs, holding her down and open for me

"I'm not done yet princess", I tell her, slurping around her clit, "I want more. You came on my fingers now you have to cum on my tongue"

"Woo...I...don't...think....I don't know..."

"You can", I assure her, "No matter how long it takes, you're gonna cum on my tongue, then on my cock"

"Fuck", she whimpers

"I could eat you, fuck you all night princess. Make you cum again and again", I tell her

"Jesus, Woo"

"You want that baby?", I ask

"Yes", she cries, "Yes Woo, fuck, I want you"

"Good baby. I want you too. So fucking much", I assure her between licks, "And now that you're finally mine, I'm gonna fuck you and make you cum over and over. Sound good?"

"So good", she agrees

I go back to eating her cunt, sliding my tongue in her pulsing hole again, feeling the clenching on my tongue down in my dick

I can't wait to be inside her

As I tongue fuck her perfect pussy, her cream runs everywhere, all over my face, my chin, sliding down my neck, soaking me just how I like it

I swallow as much as I can, the taste of her my new favorite flavor

Her hand pulls and tugs my hair hard, sending pleasure down my spine and I moan in her pussy

"Fuck princess, harder", I demand, "Pull harder"

"Hmmm", she whimpers

"Remember what I told you about my hair baby?", I ask in between thrusting my tongue in her cunt, my eyes on her

She looks down at me, biting her lip as she says, "You like when your hair is pulled"

"That's right princess", I confirm, "So do it for me, yeah?"

"Yeah baby", she whispers, tugging hard, making me smile

I don't know what it is or why I like it but pulling my hair gets me so fucking horny

It should hurt and on some level it does but it just turns me on more

And right now, it's making me eat her cunt faster

"Wooyoung", she cries, "I'm coming. Oh fuck!"

I shove as much as my tongue inside her cunt as I can as she orgasms, her cream flooding my tongue and mouth

I swallow eagerly, the pulses of her cunt feeling so fucking good as she screams my name

Her fingers pull my hair this way and that, her hips pushing her cunt into my face as her body arches

And I love every fucking minute of it

Every minute

As soon as she finishes, I pull my tongue out, licking and cleaning her pussy as I get out of my pants and boxers

I move over her, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me down on top of her, her soft smooth skin against mine, her lips kissing me

Her legs wrap around me as I kiss her deeply, slowly pushing my aching cock into her

"Mmmm", she moans in my mouth as her pussy takes me so fucking pleasurably, latching on my cock and sucking me in as I move

God, she feels so fucking good, like I've never felt before

Her body pressed against mine, her hips moving up as I get more and more inside her tight drenched cunt

She feels incredible sliding open for me as I bottom out

"Oh god Woo", she moans, her hands back in my hair as she kisses me

I stay inside her, just feeling her wrapped around me, the soft spasms of her cunt keeping a hum of pleasure running through me

"Fuck princess", I murmur, moving my kisses to her pretty neck, "You feel so good"

"Mmm you too Woo"

"Yeah baby. Fuck, do you feel how perfect we are together? How I fit perfectly inside you, how you fit perfectly wrapped around me?"

"Yes Wooyoung, I feel it", she whimpers, her cunt clenching my cock hard, sending pleasure up my spine

"You're mine", I whisper, kissing a spot that has her moaning loudly, "All mine. Always mine"

She nods, "Yes Woo. And you're mine baby"

"Always princess. I was always yours and I'll always be yours"

"I love you Wooyoung"

I groan in her neck, absolutely loving hearing those words from her

"I love you Joanne. Always princess"

"Always Woo"

With that, I start moving, pulling out of her then slowly sliding back in, making sure I'm all inside her again, so deep in her

Her hand tugs my hair, pulling my head back as I increase my speed, thrusting into her, the sound of our skin against each other's loud in her room

One of her hands moves around me, her fingers digging in my back as she moans for me, her pussy taking me over and over, utter bliss falling over me

She groans loudly when my head hits her spot, calling my name, begging me fuck her there

And I oblige, driving my cock right into her spot, watching the pleasure in her face, feeling her shake under me, feeling her gorgeous legs tighten around my waist

Moving to my knees, I lean my hand next to her head, wrap my other arm around her waist and hold her up against me, fucking into her harder, smashing her spot

"Yes Wooyoung! Yes! Baby!", she screams, clinging onto me

I'm in so much bliss, her cunt stretching so wonderfully around me, spasming quickly, creaming my cock like I can't fucking believe

I've never had a pussy cream this much before, it's all over my cock, my lap, my legs, the bed

So fucking pretty

"Please Woo", she whimpers, tears falling down her face as I slam into her, "Sss....so good. Ggg..gonna cum"

"Yes baby", I grunt, "Cum around my cock. Want it now princess"

Burying inside her, she screams, shaking uncontrollably under me as she cums, her cunt strangling my cock, squirt pouring from her, the sight of it streaming around my cock so fucking pornographic

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung! Wooyoung!"

Her cries of my name turn me on like nothing else and I go faster than I thought possible, fucking her through her orgasm

Her squirt is flying everywhere, hitting my chest, my stomach, the bed

"Yes baby", I urge, intense pleasure from her orgasm assaulting my body, "So pretty. Fuck, so beautiful coming for me. Such a pretty princess"

When she's done, I pull out, turning her over, moving her to her hands and knees, sinking right back into her

"Fuck", we both yell, her ass moving back until she crashes into me, burying my cock inside her, squeezing hard

Stars blast in my vision as I moan

Leaning over her, I wrap my arm around her middle and start moving, plunging into her waiting cunt over and over, pressing kisses all over her shoulder

"Woo, baby, you feel so good", she whimpers, rocking back on my dick as I move into her, taking me deeper than before

"No you feel good baby", I whisper, fucking harder into her, "So tight around me, so wet for me"

"Mmm you're so fucking big Woo, so hard", she moans, "Gonna make me cum again"

I know, I can feel it

Feel her pussy get tighter, feel the incredible pleasure of pushing through that tightness, her cream soaking me, her pussy so fucking wet, the squelching sounds of my cock entering her sounding in the room

"Please make me cum", she sobs, her body trembling in bliss

"I will baby", I assure her, stroke after stroke hitting her spot, "Make you cum all over my cock again"

Sheathing my length inside her, she screams my name the loudest she has all night, her body visibly shuddering as she orgasms

I choke on a moan as incredible ecstasy tramples over me

"Cum Wooyoung!", she yells, her cunt throbbing in my cock in a vice grip, "Please Woo, want your cum inside me"

"Fff...fuck! Joanne!", I yell, my vision turning white as I cum deep in her pussy, my body shaking from the pure utter pleasure, "Yes baby, fuck, fuck, yes"

Her pussy clenches my cock over and over as I pump cum into her, both of us moaning loudly

As the pleasure slowly fades we both collapse on the bed

I pull out of her, her whimpers so soft

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her against me, her back against my chest

She turns back, her arm reaching around my neck and pulling me down into a kiss

"I love you Woo", she whispers, then kisses me again

I fall into her kiss, so fucking happy she's mine

When the kiss ends, I look down in her eyes, moving her hair out of her face

"I love you Jo. So much baby"

She smiles, taking my hand and kissing the back of it, "So much Woo"

She turns back around, moving back into me and snuggling, pulling my arm over her again

I secure my arm around her, kissing the back of her neck as I settle next to her

"Nap time princess?", I ask against her skin

"Nap time baby", she confirms, "Is that ok?"

"More than ok", I agree, "As long as you stay right here in my arms"

"Deal", she giggles

I smile, kissing her shoulder, holding her tightly, closing my eyes, completely relaxed and happy I got my one that got away

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𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑊𝑎𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐶𝘩.𝟹 (𝟸/𝟸)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary: Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could’ve been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae’s way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren’t so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing, Miscommunications, Jealousy, Mentions of Homophobia, Light Instances of Unwanted Advances (from non mcs)

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Wet Dreams, Threesomes, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Risky Sex, Biting, Scenting, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Creampie, Cock Sharing, Dirty Talk, Bareback Sex, Riding, Doggystyle, Cum Swallowing

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 16+k

𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: This is the final part of @schone-lie’s commission! Thank you so much my dear! We're not gonna talk about how long it took me to post this, please remember to like AND reblog if you enjoyed, and have a great timezone!

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“So…”

San blushed, looking over as Wooyoung emerged from working on their costumes. He could tell from the way Wooyoung’s sentence trailed off, he probably wanted to attempt having that aforementioned talk.

“So…” San parakeeted back, cheeks darkening at the way Wooyoung arched a single brow at him.

“‘So fucking pretty for us?’ I don’t think I’ve seen you with such a feral look in your eyes before.”

San let out an inhuman squeak and looked away after an unintelligible jumble fell from his mouth.

“Is that how we’re really going to lead this conversation off?”

Wooyoung’s eyebrow inched higher and San covered his face.

“I just…I think he’s neat.”

“...pfft.”

“WOOYOUNG!”

“I’m sorry! It was cute!”

San covered his face, absolutely flustered while Wooyoung snickered behind his hand, though he couldn’t deny the flutter in his chest as he teased his boyfriend.

“He’s…really nice to be around. In this quiet, kind of mysterious way. I’ve never met anyone like him before. So…I get it. I get why you like-or, rather, why you love him. At least, I see a bit of it. I think he’s walking a bit cautiously around me because we’re together.” He mused. Wooyoung hummed and nodded, his cheeks rose tinted.

“I see.”

“Yeah.”

The two stood in a flustered silence.

So they both liked him. Cool.

Now what?

Neither seemed to have the answer, if the long stretch of silence was anything to go by. Just because they liked him didn’t mean the three of them would run off into the sunset. Yeosang didn’t feel romantically for either of them.

Right?

Clearly the long stretch of silence had become unbearable, and San was the first to break it, clearing his throat.

“How about we go check out the pop up shop near Yeji’s book store? We passed it yesterday and it looked like it had some cute things inside.”

Wooyoung perked, smiling as he turned on his heel, disappearing down the hall shouting about wearing ‘couple’s outfits.’

San let out a small exhale and headed down the hall, a small smile tugging at his lips.

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“With this limited edition plushie, you’ll be entered in a raffle for-”

“If you buy all of the albums, you have a higher chance at getting your bias and-”

“Wait, let’s open them here and then we can trade-”

The duo walked through the pop up shop, the idle chatter and murmur of the room melting into the background as they admired their surroundings.

It ended up being for some boy group, and while San wasn’t sure who they were, he did appreciate the artistry that went into the popup. Apparently they had a comeback of some sort approaching and some of the pieces on display beyond the glass cases had been hand made by the leader of the group.

San stopped in front of a posted with all of the men on it, looking up. Wooyoung kept his arm looped in his, putting his chin on San’s shoulder and looking up with him.

“Do you know them?” San inquired. Wooyoung made a sound of confirmation behind him, hugging him to his chest. The move made San glance back shyly, though he didn’t try to shift out of his grip.

“I actually designed our halloween fits after one of their comebacks.” He murmured, head cocked to the side. San’s lips parted as he looked up, seeing some of them wearing crop tops and leather pants, while others were decked out in pants that hugged every curve of their lower regions.

“Is that so?” he inquired. He could feel the way Wooyoung’s lips curved up in delight at the cautious edge in his tone.

“Wooyoung, I don’t know if I can pull off somethin’ all fancy like that-”

Wooyoung looked at him like he’d grown a second head, narrowing his eyes for a moment to see if San was playing. When he saw that he wasn’t-as evidenced by the tiny, innocent blink he was met with-Wooyoung let out a small exhale through his nose.

“Boy, what the hell-” He shook his head and grabbed San’s shoulders, tugging him over to a mirror.

“You are the most attractive person to ever walk out of Namhae, look at you.” He cupped San’s jaw as he stood beside him, turning the older man’s face until he made eye contact with his own reflection.

“You can easily pass as an idol yourself. You can sing, you have a soothing smile, and you’re literally my happy vitamin.” He smiled and kissed his cheek before pulling him away, lacing their hands together as they exited the pop up.

San wasn’t sure if his feet were actually carrying him, or if he was floating at this point. He wanted to know where Wooyoung learned to be so…smooth with his words.

As they left the pop up, they watched a pair of young women leave the book store, giggling amongst themselves about the ‘hot man’ being back again. The two exchanged a look before glancing through the window.

There, with an apron tied around his waist, was Yeosang, his hair a fluffed lion’s mane around his head and his eyes holding a distinctly soft look in them as he sat down in a half circle, reading something from a picture book to a small group of kids, all while Yunho sat at his side, occasionally ducking his head down to let a child pet him.

Before they realized, the two of them slowed to a stop, staring through the window at Yeosang.

“He has a nice smile, doesn’t he?” San murmured, the chill of the autumn air making him press a bit closer to Wooyoung. He let out a soft laugh, nodding.

“He always used to do that when he wasn’t training. Smiled in this soft, air headed way that made his cheeks bulge like…a cute little hamster.” he laughed to himself and San felt his own smile falling a bit.

Again, his mouth worked a bit faster than his brain.

“When did that change?”

Wooyoung looked at him, pursing his lips for a moment before he looked at the ground.

“Before I left for Namhae. He didn’t tell me if anything had gone awry at home. I offered for him to come with me to Namhae, but he declined and ever since I’ve gotten back there’s been this…air around him.” He sighed. San rubbed his back and kissed his temple.

“Well, let’s give him something to smile about. The Halloween party is a good place to start, yeah? It’s not my place to pry into his life, especially since he’s only known me for only but so long, but I can certainly get someone to crack a smile. That’s the first step to healin’, right? A good smile and a laugh?” He inquired. Wooyoung smiled and stole a kiss from his lips, grabbing his arm and guiding him down the block.

“My boyfriend’s got the biggest, sexiest brain, I swear~”

San rolled his eyes playfully and let Wooyoung drag him down the block so they could grab ingredients for dinner.

Neither noticed Yeosang glance up from the circle of kids he was sitting in, his brow furrowing as he watched their backs disappear down the block.

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October 31st

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“Holy shit, your hair.”

Yeosang blushed and paused, his hair bleached and dyed to be platinum blonde. San let him in and looked at him, lips parted.

“It’s so…fluffy.”

His own hair was back to black, with a pattern shaved into the back of his fresh undercut that looked like moon phases.

Yeosang shifted from foot to foot slightly as he slipped into a pair of house slippers. San was looking at him like he’d seen people look at Yunho’s head.

‘Does he want…to pet me?’

Before Yeosang could say anything, Wooyoung appeared behind San, his hair a brilliant shade red as he let out a loud, fox-like yip that startled San and made him jump nearly a foot in the air.

“Hehehe! Happy Halloween, boys! Oh wow, that color looks even better on you than I had in my head.” Wooyoung paused, looking at Yeosang with eyes full of admiration.

Yeosang found himself bowing his head without a second thought, humming as Wooyoung stepped in front of him, running his hands through his hair and grinning.

“You used the conditioner I recommended.”

“I don’t know if you know, but you tend to be a diva if I don’t go along with your schemes.”

Wooyoung gasped and paused, his fingers tangled in Yeosang’s locks as he looked him in the eye.

“How dare you, I am not scheming, I am simply…plotting for us to look the sexiest in the entire place.”

Yeosang sent him a deadpan look.

“Not only are ‘scheming’ and ‘plotting’ synonyms, I doubt I’m going to look better than anyone else at a party that literally has fashion models at it.” Yeosang muttered flatly.

San spoke next.

“Why not? You’re really handsome.”

Yeosang blushed. He blushed.

“I-”

“Which one of you wants to start first?” He interrupted the car crash happening in Yeosang’s mind with a bright smile, gesturing to the impromptu dressing room he’d turned his living room into.

San smiled, seemingly wanting to spare Yeosang of more fussing as soon as he walked in, and made his way to the living room, his footsteps nearly silent.

“I’ll go first. What do we need to start with-”

“Go change into this and wash your face with the products I put on our bathroom sink. Yeosangie, go on and sit down and I’ll brush your hair so I can figure out how to style it.”

Yeosang’s feet moved on their own and he found himself seated on the couch, scrolling on his phone as Wooyoung carefully brushed his hair, muttering to himself about styling.

“Your hair has gotten so long…” Wooyoung muttered, catching a tangle while he mused and tugging Yeosang’s hair. Yeosang let out a sound akin to a growl, inhaling sharply.

Wooyoung froze.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

Yeosang felt his head get engulfed in warmth as Wooyoung hugged him from behind. The familiar scent of his cologne filled Yeosang’s senses and he nearly closed his eyes to sink into the feeling, even if it was laced with a new, interesting scent.

Must be San’s.

They…complimented each other well.

Yeosang’s musing was cut off by Wooyoung placing a kiss to his head in apology. Yeosang inhaled sharply for the briefest of moments, fingers twitching slightly.

“I’m back.”

Wooyoung took his time looking up, though when he did and Yeosang followed suit, both of them were at a loss for words.

“Crop top.” Yeosang muttered without thinking. Sure enough, San had on a black cop top, his lean abdomen in full view. His pants clung to every curve and muscle of his legs and-

And…?

And he’s been staring at his best friend’s boyfriend for way too long.

“God, I’m a genius.” Wooyoung nodded, standing and walking over, admiring him openly, grinning from ear to ear. Yeosang watched them, glancing between the two.

“Isn’t the crop top going to be cold? Are you going to be okay? Don’t catch a cold.”

Smooth, Yeosang. Surely, that’s what they’re concerned about. Especially after Wooyoung worked so hard on this and-

“Are you worried about me?” San sent him a charming smile and sat in the dining room table across the room.

“I promise I won’t get sick.”

“If he does, help me take care of him, yeah? He’s pouty when he’s sick.”

“I am not.”

“You’re pouting right now. Sit down, babe.”

San playfully rolled his eyes and sat down, letting Wooyoung get started with his makeup. Yeosang turned half way on the couch, watching as Wooyoung began applying makeup to San.

Watching Wooyoung work was an…experience.

He focused, whether it was cooking or fashion, he always narrowed his gaze in this…intense manner that made Yeosang pay close attention.

He was…so handsome.

“We’re going with a black and pink look for you, Sannie. Tilt your head up, baby.” Wooyoung spoke under his breath, his fingers diligently working.

“Keep your eyes closed, I’m doing your lids.”

Yeosang walked over, his feet carrying him without a second thought. He stood beside Wooyoung, watching as he added a shimmery pink to the smoky eye he was doing for San.

“He looks like an idol…” Yeosang spoke before realizing what he was saying and went beet red when San opened his eyes half way, sending him a slight smoldering look as he locked eyes with him.

Yeosang froze.

“Thank you-”

“Close your eyes so help me god if you mess up my hard work-” Wooyoung hissed, lightly nudging his leg with his knee. San chuckled and closed his eyes again, relaxing back in the chair.

Yeosang tried to keep himself still while he watched, but he found his gaze wandering.

San’s face, the curve of his jaw, and the upturn of his lips as he tried to hold back a laugh when Wooyoung began putting lipstick on him, his hands idly coming to rest on Wooyoung’s hips as he stood between his legs.

Yeosang’s attention shifted over to Wooyoung, watching the subtle way he shifted from foot to foot, his eyes scanning San’s face. A gentle smile came to his own the more he worked and got closer to completing, muttering small praises under his breath and thank yous for San sitting still for him.

He didn’t have any makeup on himself, but Yeosang couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, his leg bouncing ever so slightly as he watched Wooyoung stand to his full height.

“Okay, we’re done here. We’ll wait for the ears and tail till the end when I do everyone’s hair. Yeosang, you’re next darling, go wash your face, your facial care products are to the left. Your skin is a bit too sensitive to use the one San and I use. There’s a light yellow towel in there, too, you can use that to dry your face.”

Yeosang smiled and nodded, trudging down the hall. Wooyoung watched him leave, smiling before he turned to San, admiring him with his finger tapping to his own lips.

“God, you really do look irresistible. I’m gonna have to beat folks off of you with a stick.”

San arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow and chuckled, tilting his head to the side.

“Everyone?”

Wooyoung blushed, glancing behind him, where he still heard running water from the half bathroom down the hallway.

“You little pervert- what if he hears you?”

“Makes it a bit easier for us to get to seeing if it’ll work, no?”

Wooyoung stared at him, baffled at how bold the country boy was. San didn’t break his gaze, brows going up as he waited for Wooyoung to contest his train of thought.

“Behave yourself, you can’t just go hey, my boyfriend and I kind of like you.”

San slow blinked at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Wooyoung nodded, seemingly in the process of relaxing.

“-I would say we definitely like you.”

“CHOI SAN.”

“I’m done-hm?” Yeosang looked back and forth between the two men, blinking as they stopped immediately, looking at him.

“Everything okay?” He inquired. They smiled in an instant, sparkling and charming as they nodded nearly in unison.

“Yep”/”Uh-huh.”

Yeosang narrowed his eyes slightly. He couldn’t prove it, but they were definitely scheming. At least his gut told him they were.

“Nevermind that! Sangie, you’re in the seat next!”

Yeosang moved and sat down where San was before, looking up at Wooyoung as he came closer, leaning down into his space.

San wasn’t too far off, leaning on the kitchen counter beside them, watching in the same manner Yeosang had done previously. Yeosang glanced at him, meeting his gaze for a moment.

San sent him a boy next door smile, eyes turning into crescents. Yeosang felt something in his chest flutter for a moment before his chin was grabbed and turned, his eyes widening for a moment as Wooyoung made him look up.

His lips parted, he didn’t say a word, just keeping his eyes fixated on Wooyoung’s.

He’s so close. Really, just a gentle brush and they’d be kissing-

“Close your eyes, Sangie.”

Yeosang’s hands shook in his lap as he closed his eyes, letting Wooyoung get to work on him. San didn’t miss the way Wooyoung’s eyes longingly drifted down to Yeosang’s lips before he bit his own, getting to work on his best friend’s makeup.

“San will be pink…you’re green…and I’ll be red.” He whispered, the faint scent of something sweet still lingering on his breath. Yeosang tried not to laugh or move as one of the brushes ran over his skin gently, though he perked when he felt Wooyoung touch his thigh.

“Can you spread your legs for me?”

Keep your mind out of the gutter, Yeosang.

Its makeup, Yeosang.

He doesn’t mean it like that, Yeosang.

Yeosang parted his legs, willing himself to keep his eyes closed as Wooyoung came closer, his warmth once again flooding Yeosang’s senses.

“Like that, good. Keep your head up.” Wooyoung murmured under his breath, his fingers brushing along Yeosang’s neck for a brief moment as he adjusted the angle of his head, not wanting to smudge the foundation on his face.

Wooyoung, despite his calm breaths, was just as dizzy as Yeosang was. He didn’t do Yeosang’s makeup often-he often went natural whenever they went out with friends or together- so he hadn’t had too many instances of him being in this very position.

Now that he was here, he was worried he’d fucked up.

He was too close. Yeosang could probably hear his heart, hear the erratic and frantic beating nearly tumbling out of his chest. Or worse yet, the occasional way his breath caught as he and Yeosang’s thighs brushed against each other.

“Okay, can you open your eyes?”

Yeosang did as he was told and San leaned close, nodding enthusiastically.

“Holy fuck that looks amazing.”

Yeosang’s makeup was less intense compared to San’s, though his eyes stood out boldly thanks to the green and gold smoky eye Wooyoung had given him.

“I like that you left his birthmark out.” San mused, smiling sweetly. Yeosang felt his cheeks darken as he looked over at Wooyoung. Wouldn’t one want to cover a blemish like that when doing makeup?

“Yeah, it’s cute and accents his face. I’m not gonna cover it.” He huffed, adamant. Yeosang picked at his sweatpants, shyly glancing away as he smiled despite himself.

Wooyoung, satisfied, moved away from him and down the hall to finally wash his own face and get started on his own makeup.

“Have you been to a party like this before?” San caught his attention and Yeosang shook his head, rubbing his neck gently.

“I’m…not the extroverted one out of the two of us. Wooyoung usually starts the conversations, makes the friends, and I get…invited along, and if we get along well, then we become friends.” He admitted, rubbing his arm. San looked at him and walked around the counter, grabbing something from the fridge behind Yeosang.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. With you being more reserved. It…makes it really nice from the outside in when you smile at them, consider them a friend, go out and about with them. At least, that’s how I feel.” San hummed, washing something in the sink. Yeosang looked over his shoulder, hearing something getting slid across the counter.

A bowl of fruit.

“We asked you to come early…I don’t know if you’ve eaten. Here.”

Yeosang looked down at the bowl and reached, smiling softly.

If…if…anyone had to be the one to have Wooyoung…Yeosang was glad it was San.

He bit down on a strawberry, mind wandering while San tossed a chunk of pineapple in his mouth. The two stood in silence for a bit, until the sound of boots coming down the hall drew their attention.

If there was a thought in either of their heads, it was gone. Packed up and rolling a suitcase down the block, gone.

“Can someone tie me up?”

In the time spent away, Wooyoung had put on a button-up shirt on, tucked into a pair of tight dress pants that hugged his ass.

He wasn’t wearing underwear, was he? There wasn’t a single outline for anything underneath as he turned his back to them, the strings to the corset dangling down. San glanced at Yeosang and shied.

“I uh, I don’t really know how to tie one of those up.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. San had never tied a corset before. It probably wasn’t the hardest to learn. He would’ve offered if it wasn’t for him catching the way Yeosang’s eyes had clearly trailed down to Wooyoung’s ass.

He was helping, surely.

“I h-have hand tremors.” Yeosang tossed the ball back, the tips of his ears red. Wooyoung glanced between the two of them and rolled his eyes.

“If neither of you want to tie it, I’ll just call Yeonjun to-”

“No, I- I got it.”

San glanced over at Yeosang as he spoke up, clearing his throat and moving over to Wooyoung, standing on a few centimeters taller than the man. Wooyoung looked at him, meeting his gaze with a small, almost flirty smile before he turned and left his back to him. He realized his shirt was see through and Yeosang’s eyes landed on the dark letters at the base of his neck.

‘I am never alone, and I will never be.’

Yeosang’s gaze softened as he looked at the dark lines, his fingers moving without him thinking, tracing. He’d been there when Wooyoung had it done. Held his hand and rubbed his knuckles every time he squeezed from the pain.

“We’re gonna be late, Sangie. Unless you wanted to stay in instead?” Wooyoung quietly reminded him. Yeosang startled and cleared his throat, slightly shaking hands grabbing the string of Wooyoung’s corset vest, tying it carefully.

“You’ll have to give it a good tug at the end, okay? I don’t need it coming unlaced in the middle of the party.

Yeosang didn’t want that either, didn’t like the idea of him being stared at too intensely by a bunch of people who didn’t know him.

Wooyoung was so much more than his looks.

Yeosang huffed, annoyed at the idea as soon as it popped up, and pulled, tightening the strings with a sharp tug. Wooyoung let out a sound of surprise and stumbled ever so slightly, backing into him.

“Eh-”

“Sorry-”

Don’t think about his ass against you, Yeosang. Don’t think about it, don’t focus on it, leave those thoughts alone-

“I’m glad you’re so well-built or my clumsy ass would’ve knocked us both over.” Wooyoung joked, still pressed up against him. Yeosang swallowed shakily and blushed, glancing down to see no space between them.

He should probably move before he gets hard.

“It was my fault for pulling so suddenly. S-sorry.”

He took a half step back, glancing over and blushing as San stared at them, still leaning on the island counter, feline eyes calm and half lidded as he combed them up and down Yeosang’s form.

Yeosang, then Wooyoung.

The dog trainer could only describe it as ‘that one look in romantic dramas where one person is eyeing their partner from the bed and clearly is thinking of dragging them back into it to show them euphoria’.

Or maybe Yeosang is already entirely too flustered and he’s seeing things. There’s no way Wooyoung’s boyfriend would look at him like that. He didn’t even know why the idea of him doing so made a pleasant shiver run down his spine.

He’s losing it, that’s the only reasonable response.

“Okay~ both of you sit still while I get the ears on you and we’re all set!”

Yeosang shyly moved away, watching as Wooyoung carefully pulled out the three sets of ears and tails he’d made to go with their outfits.

Deep orange with black tipped fox ears for himself, blonde with soft pastel blue accents for Yeosang’s cat fit, and dark, midnight black rabbit ears with hot pink accents for San.

They all looked…quite stunning.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” San mused, looking at himself in his phone’s camera, eyes up in surprise at the end result of Wooyoung’s handiwork. Wooyoung grinned from ear to ear, hands on his hips.

“Probably not. I am pretty damn great.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes and playfully nudged him.

“Let’s just go before his head gets any bigger.”

The three of them pour out into the night, piling into Wooyoung’s car and heading deep into the heart of the city, the light conversation and impromptu karaoke in the vehicle helping settle Yeosang’s erratic heartbeat.

They met up with their friends outside of the venue, with Yeji, Chan, and Changbin dressed up as Miruko, Hawks, and Dabi, from BNHA, respectively. Yeji perked as soon as she laid eyes on San, pointing energetically.

“Hello my fellow bunny friend, join the club!” She grinned, looping arms with Soobin and pulling him in. He blushed, his hands obscured by large rabbit paw shaped gloves as he shyly waved.

“Oh? So you and Yeonjun ended up doing One Piece after all?” Wooyoung piped up beside San and Soobin nodded, his ears bouncing with the movement.

“He’s Zoro…I don’t know why he wouldn’t let me be Luffy. Or Ace. Or literally anyone who didn’t require me to wear a dress. I had to fight for my life to convince him I would not survive the night with a dress on and to let me just gender bend it and wear pants.”

San blinked and looked over, finding Yeonjun pouting not too far off, his hair a deep green color and three swords strapped to his hips.

“Because you look cute as shit as Carrot. Also I only gave up because I will literally use these swords if someone tries playing grab ass with you.” He grumbled. Soobin pursed his lips, crossing his arms.

“All of the dress shops stop at a medium anyway and I don’t know if you remember this or not, but I am very tall and dresses intended for feminine bodies that are about three sizes too small would only lead to my ass and balls being out.”

“And then I’d go to jail for stabbing someone.”/”And then you’d go to jail for stabbing someone.” both of them chimed at the same time. San and Yeosang blinked while Wooyoung snorted beside them.

“Some things never change. They finish each other’s sentences.” He chuckled before turning towards the entrance of the venue Jiyong had rented out for them.

When they got inside, they found the group of guests a lot smaller than expected. San even recognized a few of them as some of the workers who would occasionally drop by Namhae to bring gifts to the little ones or have lunch dates with Chaerin and Jiyong.

It looked less like a high stakes social gathering where everyone was at each other’s throats, trying to become the ‘next big thing’, and more like a larger-than-average Halloween themed house party.

Unfortunately for Yeosang, he tended to be a wallflower at parties his friends didn’t throw, so he found himself trailing after Wooyoung and San instead, smiling politely and greeting others when he was greeted first.

Everyone here looked…stunning.

He hadn’t noticed he’d been falling behind his friend group until his attention snapped into focus, feeling a warm arm lace under his, squeezing in reassurance.

When he looked to his left, Wooyoung smiled at him, nose scrunching ever so slightly.

“Hey, you alright?”

Yeosang flushed, looking over and seeing San had walked over to Jiyong and Chaerin, chatting to them as they stood dressed like Morticia and Gomez Addams. Beside them were Jongho, Eric, and Gahyeon, dressed as Sora, Riku, and Kairi, respectively.

In a way, it comforted Yeosang, to see the little ones looking around with their wide, doey-eyed smiling faces, running around between the adults-all of which they assumed were close friends of the two throwing the party.

That, and Wooyoung’s warmth at his side, grinning at him from ear to ear as he guided him through the crowd, greeting people and introducing his introverted friend as he went.

Yeosang could see a few wandering eyes as they passed, some that combed over Wooyoung’s frame in appreciation a bit too long.

Without thinking, he tensed his arm, pulling Wooyoung closer to him, until not even a silk thread could squeeze between their bodies.

If Wooyoung noticed the way his body began to wind itself tight, he politely didn’t tease him, simply stepping with him as he guided Yeosang back to their friends, the fur of his tail occasionally brushing against Yeoang’s pants, tickling through the material.

“Hyung! Oh-”

The two looked down, finding Eric staring up at them with big eyes. He looked left, then right, then left again.

“Puppy.” He pointed at Wooyoung and the man grinned, nodding.

“Mhm. And you look so cool, Eric!”

Eric nodded, still looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Hyung?”

“Yes, Eric?”

“Did you break up with Sannie-Hyung?”

The sound that left both Wooyoung and Yeosang was truly beyond human comprehension. The two stared at him, slack jawed and flabbergasted. Eric snorted himself at their responses, rocking to and fro on his heels, his temporary silver dye making his hair stand out more than ever.

“Wha- Eric??? No?” Wooyoung recovered, eyes as wide as saucers. Eric hummed and nodded, looking over at Yeosang.

“So you gots two boyfriends like Yeji-Noona? That’s cool! Can I pet your puppy again, Hyung?”

Wooyoung went beet red, Yeosang blinked in surprise, stammering as Eric looked around, seemingly for Yunho. When he realized the mastiff was nowhere to be found, he pouted and turned on his heels.

“Aw…no Yuyu…that's too bad he would've been a cool Arcanine!” He toddled off, seemingly bouncing back from the heartbreak of Yunho’s absence fairly quickly, if the way he took off towards Changbin and Yeiji as they sipped on brightly colored drinks made to look like lab experiments.

“WOAH YOU LOOK SO COOL-”

The two men stood in silence for a moment before looking at one another.

Both were cherry red.

Yeosang didn't make any flustered denials to the child.

Wooyoung didn't correct him, either.

Both men seemed to realize this, if the way they shifted from foot before opening their mouth in unison was anything to go by.

“I-”

“Do you-”

They stopped instantly, peering at one another before Wooyoung coughed and shied more.

“I'm gonna head to the bathroom.”

And there he went, his tail swaying with every step as he maneuvered through people. Yeosang rubbed his neck and shied, clearing his throat and looking around.

Chan, Changbin, and Yeji were entertaining the children a ways away from him.

Soobin and Yeonjun appeared to be in a deep conversation about modeling prospects.

And San was….

“Seriously, you look really good. Are you sure you don't want to buy us a drink and chat more?”

San looked flustered, glancing between a group of three women who clearly were not afraid of the interest in their eyes.

“No thank you, I have a partner already.”

“And~? She left you all alone at this party looking like that? Clearly she doesn't know the catch she's got in front of her.”

San smiled politely, though there was the telltale pull in his eyebrow that Yeosang could read clear with the rest of his body language.

Confusion. Perplexion. Damn near panic.

He found his feet carrying him without a thought, the bodies in the room mere blurs as he took step after step, eyes fixed on San.

“I think I should go-”

“Aw, but we're having fun teasing you~ Surely one night won't be the worst thing, right?”

“There you are, darling. I've been looking for you.”

San perked, turning his head and finding Yeosang standing just past the crescent the three women had mad around San. They all blinked in surprise, but Yeosang stared past him, eyes locked onto San’s.

“I went to get us a drink but it looks like you wandered off while I was being indecisive. Can we choose together?” He extended his hand to him, waiting.

San moved instantly, lacing their fingers together and clearing his throat.

“Sorry about that, Sangie. Let's go.” He let Yeosang take his hand, pressing flush against him and quickly ejecting himself from the area.

Yeosang didn’t let his hand go instantly, instead giving him a reassuring squeeze and pulling him to the table that had various juices and sodas laid out for people to take on their own.

San looked at their hands, gently squeezing back as he followed the outline of Yeosang’s tone arm all the way up past his shoulder and to the back of his head.

He was tense.

“Thank you…I have a hard time being rude to people and I’ve never…had that happen to me before…” He rubbed his arm. The folks back in Namhae didn’t look on him too fondly after he’d been outed to the entire village. San wasn’t going to go into it right now, though. Yeosang probably wasn’t interested in his life like that anyway-

“It’s not rude. They made you uncomfortable.” His tone was on the more even side, his jaw set firmly before he sighed a bit harsher through his nose and looked at San.

“....do you want that drink now? Are you sure you’re okay?” He inquired. San blushed slightly, nodding before he glanced down between them.

They were still holding hands.

Yeosang realized where his line of sight had gone and quickly let go, clearing his throat and turning towards the table.

“Banana Milk….ramune, sikye, citron tea, cola,McCol-”

“Tea…I’d like the citron tea, please.” San politely pointed and smiled in thanks when Yeosang handed him over the prepackaged tea that had been sitting in a tub of ice along with the other drinks.

“Ah, I found you. I knew making those ears neon colors would come in handy.”

The two turned and found Wooyoung standing victoriously with his hands on his hips, smiling from ear to ear at them. San-and Yeosang’s-shoulders both relaxed as the man sauntered over, draping himself over both of their shoulders and glancing at the table.

“Anything good?”

“There’s Cola, but it’s not your favorite brand.” Yeosang muttered, broadening his stance so Wooyoung wouldn’t fall. The man pouted a bit before shrugging and grabbing a can.

“It’ll work. Are you two having fun?” He inquired. Yeosang pursed his lips and San shifted from foot to foot.

“Some women were saying some really uncomfortable and flirtatious things to me a second ago but Yeosang got me the hell out of there. Thank you again, I really appreciate it.” San sent Yeosang a grateful look and the man cleared his throat, flustered.

“I-”

“Who was it?”

Both heads snapped over to Wooyoung, an air of annoyance and rage dripping off of him. They glanced at one another before shaking their heads in unison.

“Wooyoung, my baby, it’s okay. Really, it’s over.” San rubbed his shoulder encouragingly.

Yeosang shook his head.

“It was shameless but I got him out of there. Don’t let it ruin your night.” He told him softly, the tightness in his jaw loosening the moment he saw how pissed Wooyoung had gotten.

The man narrowed his eyes before straightening his back.

“There’s music playing. Let’s go dancing. See if anyone wants to try some shit now that I’m here.”

Yeosang’s smile faltered. Oh…it made sense, that Wooyoung would make it know that San was his and his alone. He hated his brain, though, unable to shake the disappointment of being left here to dry while the two danced-

Oh, oh that’s Wooyoung’s hand in his.

Oh, there they go, both of them getting dragged to the dancefloor with Wooyoung leading the charge, marching to the beat of his own drum.

Yeosang stumbled for but a moment before he caught his balance, following Wooyoung. San recovered quickly, too, smiling so brightly, his eyes disappeared into joyful crescents, his dimples deep and pronounced.

“The music is good, cmon boys. Can’t have anyone else getting bold with my two favorite boys, right?” Wooyoung grinned, moving with the music as if it were a song he’d heard time and time again. San and Yeosang looked flustered, but the former recovered first, dancing with Wooyoung amongst the small crowd of party goers that had gathered on the dancefloor at the center of the hall.

Wooyoung noticed Yeosang hadn’t budged a minute into his mini dance session and made a point to twirl over to him, his tail spinning along with him before he settled with his hands around his best friend’s shoulders, sending him an inviting smile.

“C’mon Sangie. I know you can dance. You’re one of the best I know.” He swayed with him, hips moving in a near hypnotic fashion.

Yeosang wondered if this was going to be the end of him. Right here, in the middle of a dancefloor on Halloween. In front of his best friend and his best friend’s boyfriend.

Yeosang looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder at San, but just like all of the previous times he’d found himself unconsciously doing so, he was only met with San’s gentle, inviting features.

A gentle smile, a step closer, his hands on Wooyoung’s hips, dancing intimately, yet respectfully (they did have three little ones scurrying around…somewhere).

He never seemed to hold any…uncomfortable or self conscious air around Yeosang, even during times like these.

So…Yeosang finally put some of his apprehension aside, and just…went with the music.

His fingers brushed against San’s as he held Wooyoung’s waist, eyes locking with him while they danced, moving to the rhythm. A brilliant smile stretched across Wooyoung’s face as he continued to dance, alternating between facing Yeosang and facing San.

“Mmm, the three of them are getting along well.” Chaerin muttered over her glass of sparkling cider, watching the way Wooyoung brought both her son and the soft spoken dog trainer they had met the other day out of their respective shells.

“Looks like it. Hope it goes well.” Jiyong chimed in, watching as his daughter learned some Kpop dance with the help of Yeonjun and Yeji.

The party lasted longer than expected, with no incidents past the initial trio of women trying to romance San. San and co stayed behind long after the party-goers had left, making sure the place was tidy and carrying the little ones out to Chaerin’s car.

Yeosang yawned, taking a look at his watch and grunting at the ‘12:50am’ staring back at him. He was impressed they stayed up so late, but wondered if him staying out for so long was wise in it’s own right.

He’d had a pretty consistent sleep schedule and by this time usually, he would have been asleep. The way he nodded off was a dead giveaway for Wooyoung, and he gently nudged San.

“Sangie is all tired.” He whispered, smiling as Yeosang let out another yawn.

“Should head home…”Yeosang rubbed his eye and Wooyoung laughed gently.

“How about you come back to our place, I help you with the makeup, and you crash there? It’s kind of late and you look like you’re going to fall asleep standing.” Wooyoung teased him. Yeosang opened his mouth like he was going to refute the statement but inevitably he nodded, simply following them to Wooyoung’s car after waving goodbye to everyone else.

The ride back to Wooyoung and San’s home was quiet, the silence padded out only with the sounds of the vehicle in motion and Yeosang snoring in the back seat.

Wooyoung held San’s hand as he drove, thumb brushing along his knuckles. Neither filled the silence with conversation, only each other’s presence, while occasionally smiling to one another or laughing softly when Yeosang’s snores got a bit louder than usual.

By time they’d arrived home, Yeosang was in a deep sleep, and not even San bending to pick him up bridal style roused him. Wooyoung looked at them, head tilted.

“A buff bunny and a buff cat, mm?”

“Fanasize later, I don’t want him to catch a cold.” San lightly scolded, hustling over to the door. Wooyoung moved ahead, passing him to unlock the door.

“Take him to the guest room. I’ll be there in a second, I just need to get some things.”

San nodded, carrying Yeosang down the hall to the aforementioned room. He stood in the center of the room holding him, however, when he realized the small conundrum he was in.

Was he to…just put him in bed? It was inappropriate to change him, right?

“Oh sweetheart, you look flustered.”

San looked over his shoulder at Wooyoung as the man pulled back the covers.

“I'll leave some clothes aside for him and he can change into them if he wakes up in the middle of the night.” he calmly instructed, removing Yeosang’s shoes as San passed with him.

“You really are overworking yourself, mmm?” He tutted, watching as his friend didn't rouse in the slightest with all the movements and jostling of San carrying him.

Once he was in bed, Wooyoung pulled the blankets up his chest, taking out some of the makeup wipes he’d brought with him and meticulously taking off the makeup he’d applied to Yeosang.

He hovered over him, hands steady and breath fanning over his face as he made sure every bit was gone. San leaned against the doorframe, quietly watching the two with his arms crossed.

“Sleep well, you little hardass. I can’t have you collapsing from exhaustion, y’know.” Wooyoung murmured, reaching to grab the small rag he’d brought in along with the wipes. It was in a small bowl of warm water and once he wrang it out, he returned to Yeosang’s face, gently washing it with the warm rag.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open part ways through the pampering, half lidded and unfocused with sleep as Wooyoung hovered over him, cupping his cheek.

He looked up, meeting Wooyoung’s gaze.

“Hey sleepy head. You up?” The younger man whispered. Yeosang made a noise akin to a grunt in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, pressing his cheek into his hand, nuzzling. Wooyoung exhaled softly, kissing his forehead and guiding his head back to the center of the pillow.

“Right, of course. Good night, darling.” he muttered, standing and taking the items out, leaving with San as the two spoke in hushed tones.

Yeosang slept on, until he felt the call of nature tugging at him an hour later. His brows furrowed and he sat up, rubbing his eye and looking around the room.

He found the pile of clothes sitting at the foot of the bed and blushed, realizing someone carried him in.

Wooyoung was strong, but he was almost certain it would have been San, if anyone.

Yeosang’s heart squeezed, a flutter of something making him shiver at the thought of San carrying him.

Has he finally lost it? What’s gotten into him?

Shaking his head, Yeosang grabbed the clothes, changing and making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. He knew Wooyoung’s home like the back of his hand. Guest room was furthest from the stairs while the bathroom was across the hall from the Master bedr-

“N-nn wait, slow down-”

Yeosang blinked, hand pausing on the door handle of the bathroom, looking at the closed door to his best friend’s room. It took all of two seconds for him to realize what was happening beyond, and he felt his heart nearly tumble roll down his chest.

He should probably go, he was sure this wasn’t appropriate for him to be watching-

“Pretty baby. Did it feel good? Having Yeosangie come to your rescue? Holding your hand? It felt nice having both of your hands on me. Wah~ Sannie, are you paying attention?”

Yeosang’s eyes grew. He turned and stared at the door, as if the longer he did, he could see inside. It was Wooyoung, clear as day.

What on Earth….?

“H-hot…nn it was hot I liked it-Ah! Fuck, right there please!”

Yeosang thought it was silly, all the media he’d consumed in his life mentioning pinching in order to make sure one was not dreaming, but he suddenly understood the sentiment as he heard San’s moans increase in volume before suddenly they were muffled.

Beyond the door, Wooyoung covered his mouth, eyes narrowed in delight at the way San trembled below him, his rabbit ears still situated on his ears, albeit a bit haphazardly. He couldn’t settle on where his gaze would stay, switching between watching his flustered face, and watching the way his cock slid in and out of the country man. He practically purred at the way San clenched, desperate to keep him from slipping out of him.

Wooyoung rolled his hips, speeding up as he growled sweet nothings and filth into dimly let room.

“You look so pretty like this, darling. All splayed out, taking cock like the cute little rabbit I made you into. I wanna share this sight with Yeosang, y’know.”

“Please, Wooyoung. I c-can’t take it-”

“You can, baby. I know it. Look at how excited you are, gripping me tighter every time I thrust in. Do you think Yeosangie would take his time with you? Or would he claim you, make sure those chicks from the party know exactly who you belong to?” he shuddered, having to adjust himself before his desire got ahead of him and he ended up accidentally pulling out.

Wooyoung moved his hand away from San’s mouth, running his fingers down San’s throat, admiring the little bites he had placed all over the tanned canvas.

“You’re so pretty, baby. You wear my love bites well. I wonder how many Yeosangie would leave on you if we told him how we felt. He does have such pretty canines~”

San clenched, back arching as he held onto Wooyoung’s wrist, grinding down to meet Wooyoung half way with each thrust.

Outside, Yeosang stared at the door slack jawed, his heart beating nearly out of his chest as he heard the two have sex, his name being dropped quite liberally between the two of them as they got closer and closer to their collective climax.

He startled into focus and quietly made his way downstairs to the guest bathroom, eyes wide as the situation rolled around in his mind.

His best friend, and the man he’d been in love with for years had been having sex with his boyfriend, and both of them had tossed his name around in the bedroom.

Yeosang stood over the sink after he washed his hands, staring at his reflection for a moment before he peeked out of the bathroom, straining his ears to see if the men were still going at it.

Both of them were quite energetic…were they the types who preferred to go for multiple rounds?

Yeosang blushed and shook his head, trying to knock the inappropriate thoughts out of his head.

He quietly made his way back upstairs, casting a sidelong glance at the master bedroom as he passed.

He could hear muffled talking, thought it wasn’t nearly as loud and clear as it had been before. Perhaps they’d settled down. The dog trainer found himself staring at the door for much longer than he’d intended to, fidgeting for a moment before he quickly made his way back down to the guest room, the small part in his brain that was afraid of the door spontaneously opening while he was there carrying his feet much faster than they had been going before.

Inside the room, however, Wooyoung lay with his arms draped around San, exchanging slow, languid kisses and tired smiles.

“You alright? Do you need any water or anything? You were a lot more vocal tonight than usual when you’re bottoming~” he teased. San hid his face in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, his face hot with embarrassment.

“‘M fine.”

Wooyoung grinned and pressed a kiss to his head, closing his eyes and nuzzling him. His brain was full of domestic and warm thoughts of what he’d make tomorrow morning, something to see his two favorite men smile.

Before he could settle on breakfast, he felt the tug of sleep dragging him under. Somewhere, in his tired haze, he could have sworn he heard the faint creak of a door opening and closing.

Must have been more tired than he thought. Probably nothing.

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November 1st

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“Yeosangie~ Darling~”

Yeosang’s eyes opened in an instant, with him startling for a brief moment when he realized he wasn’t in his home. It took him a few moments still for everything to flood back into his mind, clicking into place.

The party, the women hitting on San, his hand in his, their hands on Wooyoung-

Wooyoung growling his name into the air as he and San made love and the pleased purrs he’d gotten in response.

Yeosang blushed, felt his blood rushing even through his sleep addled brain, when suddenly the door opened and a blur of furr entered.

A pair of cocoa brown eyes stared at him and he looked up in surprise as Yunho sat at the end of the guest bed.

“How did you-”

“I woke up really early and figured your baby missed you so I got up before sunrise and went to your house to bring Yuyu here. I took him for a walk and cleaned up already, so don’t worry! I’m making breakfast for everyone so take your time and rest more if you need to do so. You were dead asleep when San brought you in so sleep more if you need to, baby.” Wooyoung stood in the doorway, speaking to him in what can only be considered a ‘sweetheart’s voice’.

Yeosang blushed slightly and nodded, watching as Wooyoung turned and walked away after that, leaving the door cracked so Yunho could come and go as he pleased.

Yunho glanced at his master, tail wagging as he subtly scooched closer, lowering his head for pets. He got them as Yeosang continued to gather his bearings.

Once he did and begun to make his way down to the kitchen, he was met with San at the stove, stirring something with his bare back to him. Yeosang felt ridiculous at the way his eyes instantly locked onto the telltale bites he could see at the sides of his neck.

“You’re so pretty, baby. You wear my love bites well. I wonder how many Yeosangie would leave on you if we told him how we felt. He does have such pretty canines~”

Yeosang found himself unconsciously licking at his canines, blushing once he realized what he was doing moments later. His eyes drifted down to San’s ass, a pair of nefarious sweatpants hiding the true shape of it from view, unlike the outfit from yesterday Wooyoung had put him in.

“G-good morning, San.”

San perked and turned around, sending him a dazzling smile, though Yeosang could see a clear dusting of pink across his cheekbones as he cleared his throat.

“Good morning. How did you sleep? Are my clothes comfy? We’re around the same size so I wanted to grab something comfortable.”

Yeosang looked down at his own attire, nodding once. So it was San’s clothes they’d given him.

“It’s comfortable. Thank you.” He muttered, looking back at the ex farm hand. San smiled at him and turned back around to the stove, seemingly fine with Yeosang seeing him half nude like he was.

Then again, they were moaning for him last night, it was seeming less and less likely for them to actually mind him seeing them in any state of undress.

“Ah, both of my babies are here, perfect. One of you come taste my cake.”

Wooyoung cut into a small, flan-shaped cake, and the two watched as warm chocolate oozed out of it, much to his delight. San put a hand on his hip, sending him a gentle, good natured, yet exasperated look.

“We’re supposed to have dessert after we eat.”

Yeosang walked over despite the pout on Wooyoung’s face. The move seemed to make him perk in delight. He smiled at his friend, moving to hand him the dessert fork.

Yeosang grabbed his wrist, instead.

He wanted to blame his actions on sleep. On the grogginess of his mind with all the emotions swirling around him.

The man could unpack that later. For now, he leaned in, lips closing along the prongs of the fork and almost agonizingly slow, pulling the slice of cake off of it, a dribble of chocolate running down his bottom of his lip.

Wooyoung, for his credit, stayed still, looking into Yeosang’s eyes with a smile on his face.

“How is it you make a mess even when I’m holding the fork?” He teased, moving his hand up to wipe the chocolate off with his thumb.

Deciding to press a bit more, Yeosang flicked his tongue out, licking him in the process and licking off the chocolate as soon as Wooyoung’s hand got close enough.

“You know I’m a messy eater.”

Wooyoung looked slightly taken aback, blinking owlishly, his hand stuttering uselessly midair before he brought it down, shyly searching Yeosang’s face.

Without a doubt, his mind went somewhere southward.

“Alright, messy eating or no, no one needs to go spoiling their appetite by eating chocolate before the actual bulk of breakfast.” San scolded, turning the stove off and pointing his cooking chopsticks over to the duo.

“We already fed Yunho, you two go sit down and no more chocolate until you eat breakfast.” He lectured, going into the cabinet to get bowls. Wooyoung glances at Yeosang, curiously searching his face and body language before he put the lava cake on a heated plate in the center of the table, moving to help San with distributing breakfast.

Yeosang sat down, pulling his hair back into a low ponytail so his bangs were out of his face, watching the two move about subtly.

Whereas San had plenty of skin to show this morning, Wooyoung was in an overgrown t shirt and pj pants, his neck also littered with bites and marks, along with the faint lines of nail marks Yeosang could see thanks to the ill fitted shirt whenever it shifted to show more of his back and shoulders.

Yeosang found himself picking up on everything now that he was actually looking for it. Wooyoung had always been the touchy feely type of man, but Yeosang found San also touching him a lot as they got everything situated on the table.

A brush against his arm as he leaned over to set a cup of tea down, a graze across his shoulders in passing, his hand touching his back as he rested it there to ask how much of what he wanted for side dishes.

The two of them touched him as much as they touched each other and he found his mind wandering easily.

“Okay, everyone eat up and enjoy~” Wooyoung encouraged, eagerly digging in. San and Yeosang followed suit, with the three of them eating in comfortable silence.

Yeosang only wished his mind would be as quiet as his mouth.

Instead, it kept bringing him back to what he’d heard. What he’d seen. It made him think back to past behaviors, have the two of then honesty been seeing him in this light, or had it been some kind of…one off roleplay?

“Your brows are furrowing, Sangie. You alright?” Wooyoung voice called his mind into focus and he looked up. He’d been sitting with his chopsticks hovering near his mouth, zoned out. He blinked. Once, twice, before clearing his throat.

“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” he apologized and both of their expressions soured.

“Is there anything we can help with?” San offered. Wooyoung pursed his lips, leaning on the table to eye him closely.

“I saw your eye bags when I washed your face last night. You’re not sleeping well, do you want us to make you dinner so you don’t have to stay up cooking after training? Or deliver it to you for lunch?” He spoke a mile a minute while San nodded from beside him, rubbing his thigh and staring at Yeosang.

….fuck it, right?

“I would like that, actually.”

The two of them blinked, seemingly not expecting him actually to take the offer. It took only a moment before they nodded, chattering quickly to themselves.

“San, darling, I think I can come up with a nutritional meal plan for the next three weeks and we can alternate lunches and dinners and work around our schedules at the kitchen to make this work.” Wooyoung murmured, tapping his chin. San nodded, smiling as he looked over at Yeosang.

“Just let me know what your favorite foods are, and I’ll do my best, okay? I still have plenty of garlic that's ready for use, I just hope you don’t get tired of it in the dishes…” He trailed off, tapping his chin. Yeosang spoke softly.

“I don’t think that will be a problem.” He gently offered. The two of them looked at each other before grinning.

“Great!”

Yeosang would be the first to admit he was often too aloof for his own good when it came to anything not regarding his trainees.

However, when he focused, his mind and eyes were as sharp as they came.

When San and Wooyoung would stop by to see him training, eyes fixed on his every move, perking as he gave orders to both dog and human trainees, he noticed.

When they stopped by the bookstore on his days in and would occasionally peer at him while pretending they were engrossed in a book they hadn’t turned the page of in five minutes, he noticed.

When Wooyoung would plop down halfway in his lap after bringing over dinner and San would put his arm over the back of the couch, fingers gently touching the nape of Yeosang’s neck every time he stretched his arm, he noticed.

The way their eyes followed him on days their friend group had time off to work out in the gym Chan, Changbin, and Soobin worked in, he noticed.

And here, with Wooyoung’s arms crossed as he stared Lee down, eyes narrowed as an unamused look settled on his face, hostility rolling off of him in quiet waves while San stood at his side, lips pursed, displeasure on his face, Yeosang noticed. Lee didn’t back down, narrowing his own gaze right back at him.

“I don’t know why it is you two always pop up when I’m trying to talk to him, but it’s getting on my nerves, if I can be brutally honest. Who even are you two? His friends? That’s kind of toxic. Can’t you see I’m trying to talk to him privately?” Lee glared and San slightly put his body between Wooyoung and the man, seeing Wooyoung perk in agitation.

“We’re sorry-”

“No, the fuck we are not.”

San cleared his throat. “-but we’re just trying to keep Yeosang on schedule.”

Lee looked at him incredulously.

“By cock blocking him? Unless the two of you are his boyfriends, why are you so up his ass huh? Not a dog in sight and yet here you are every other day, pining after him like a bunch of school girls. Don’t you feel embarrassed?”

Even San took offense this time, his brows twitching and his lips pursing.

Wooyoung grit his teeth, pushing past him and opening his mouth to tear into Lee when a loud, resounding bark startled the three of them (and the pomeranian in Lee’s arms).

Their attention turned to the left, finding Yeosang’s quiet, yet angered gaze fixed in their direction with Yunho standing on giard, eyes fixed on them and tail straight up, alert. Wooyoung looked away first. Lee puffed his chest up and huffed.

“Oh good, you’re here. These guys picked a fight with me and-”

“Everyone is dismissed today. Lee, I will be speaking to you before our next class, so be there early. San, Wooyoung, come.” Yeosang jutted his chin towards the door and turned on his heel, not waiting for any response from any of the men. Lee blinked in surprise, seemingly baffled that he was getting scolded while Wooyoung and San sent him a sidelong glare before falling in line behind Yeosang.

They walked all the way to Yeosang’s house, in a tense silence that made the men feel more and more like they were kids in trouble.

San squeezed Wooyoung’s hand, watching Yeosang’s back as he walked ahead with Yunho right at his side. Wooyoung glared at the sidewalk, face flush with embarrassed.

They didnt pick a fight…mostly. They simply…stopped him from bullshitting. That’s all.

….maybe it was a bit fight-picky.

But also fuck him, he was trying to slink up and steal Yeosang.

Wooyoung’s head tumble rolled in agitation. Yeosang wasn’t his, but he was his best friend and at the very least he would be damned if he let some sleazy asshole slink in and-

“Wooyoung. San.”

Both of them perked, looking up as Yeosang opened the door to his home. They came inside, avoiding his gaze and toeing their shoes off.

Wooyoung took a deep breath once the front door was closed and locked up.

“I wasn’t picking a fight with him, I just don’t fucking like him.”

San rubbed his arm. He didn’t seem to have any explanation for his side. Yeosang stared at the two of them for a long while, crossing his arms.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“Because! He’s fucking weird.”

His eyes narrowed at his friend and his boyfriend, face betraying none of the thoughts in his head.

“And?”

“And he’s always flirting with you and that’s so inappropriate and fuck him, Yeosang.” Wooyoung hissed. San rubbed his back.

“Maybe we should calm down a bit-”

“I don’t very much think either of you would appreciate me fucking him.”

The silence that stretched between the three of them was palpable. Yunho looked up at the men before making a gruff noise in the back of his throat and disappearing deeper into the home, seemingly sensing this was not a conversation his presence was needed for.

San went beet red and Wooyoung nearly choked. Yeosang looked from either man and then dropped his arms.

None of this really had a ‘smooth’ way of transitioning into conversation wise, did it?

“You both are sexually attracted to me, right? And Lee’s constant flirting bothers you?”

He didn’t think their eyes could grow any wider. If it weren’t for the severity of the situation, he might have broken face and laughed at the expressions on their faces.

“We…Yeosang-” San tried to recover first but ended up stumbling, his eyes darting all across Yeosang’s face, seemingly searching for disgust or anger in the man’s expression.

On the contrary, Yeosang’s face was a perfect poker-worthy one as he looked at them both. Wooyoung shifted from foot to foot, stammering before he tightened his jaw.

Well, if it’s all going to go down in flames, it might as well have some fireworks, right?

“I have been in love with you for years. If this is how it comes out, I’d like you to get that one part right, please. I am not just sexually attracted to you. I have been in love with you for as long as I can actually remember, thank you very much.”

Yeosang’s expression finally shifted, brows going up in surprise before he looked to San.

“I…s’pose you could say I’ve gotten sweet for ya, too. It’s not just a physical thing, I swear it-”

Yeosang moved to stand in front of them both, looking for any signs of deception, but of course, there was none. Just the understandably panicked expressions of the two men in front of him.

“Is it going to be a problem, Yeosang?” Wooyoung quietly asked, his voice much softer than his normal tone was. Yeosang shook his head and let out a shaky laugh.

“No, it makes it easier for me, actually.”

Wooyoung blinked and felt the cogs in his mind grind to a stop when Yeosang cupped his face. His eyes grew once more and his lips parted as he looked up at him.

“Is it okay? Can I finally kiss you instead of wishing I could?” He spoke softly himself and Wooyoung found himself nodding numbly, closing his eyes when Yeosang leaned in.

He was grateful for both Yeosang and San, in all honestly. Had they not have been there, he was sure his knees would have given out and he would have folded the moment he felt lips against his own.

Yeosang put an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, subconsciously keeping him from backing away and falling. When they broke the kiss, Wooyoung touched his lips, stunned into silence. Yeosang glanced beside them at the deer-in-headlights expression on San.

“Come on. We might as well lay all of our emotions on the table tonight so we’re not misunderstanding, right?”

San moved without needing to be told twice, leaning in and initiating the kiss with Yeosang, cupping the back of his neck with a callused hand, kneading and squeezing. Yeosang softly groaned, his free hand finding its way to San’s hip, now touching both of them, keeping the three of them tethered.

When the kiss broke, Yeosang hummed and smiled softly, as if a weight had been lifted.

“Well, that was a lot easier than expected.” he laughed, clearly the nerves he hadn’t been showing them before pouring out with his giggles.

“C’mon. We can eat the leftovers from dinner yesterday and talk.” he offered, moving into the home and leaving the couple stunned. Wooyoung glanced at San and the country man looked just as dumbfounded as he did.

They quickly recovered, darting deeper into the home and following behind Yeosang.

“S-so….this is….sudden….?” Wooyoung tried to sift around and figure out what had brought this on. Yeosang dipped into the fridge, passing them all a bottle of package tea before leaning on the counter in his kitchen.

“Halloween.”

They looked back at him in confusion.

“H…alloween?” San parroted.

“You two were having sex and talking about me.”

This time, Yeosang did laugh at the comical way both of them tensed, eyes wide as they stared at him. Wooyoung was the one to stutter through the response first.

“Y-You were awake-”

“I had to go to the bathroom and I overheard you both. And it made me think back. All the touches, gazes, the way you kiss my cheeks and my face, Wooyoung. The way you didn’t tell Eric he was wrong you with having ‘two boyfriends like Yeji’, the hostility towards Yeji…I started noticing, paying attention better. You both want me.”

They simply stared back, cheeks beet red, flushed and flustered. Yeosang could feel himself blushing too, his hands shaking more than his usual tremors could be blamed for. But, he had to continue. He had to proceed.

“So…I’ll ask you upfront with no uncertainty, no miscommunication, do you two of you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Holy fucking shit is this real-”/”Absoutely, yes.”

Wooyoung and San responded instantly. Yeosang blushed and cleared his throat, smiling softly despite the blush creeping all the way to his ears.

“It’s real, Wooyoung. That’s not a response, d-darling.” the term of endearment left his lips with a flustered stammer, though that didn’t seem to turn Wooyoung off. He smiled softly, seeming to recover much faster than the other two.

“A response? I’d love to call you both my boyfriend, darling. Is that better?” He inquired. Yeosang rolled his eyes, blushing slightly.

“Whatever, just help me with warming the things up so we can have dinner.”

The two of them moved instantly, and Yeosang realized fairly quickly, they were a dangerous duo.

Suddenly he was treated to kisses to his jaw as Wooyoung passed, San’s calloused hands on his hips and his chest to his back when he turned to the counter to slice some fresh fruit for dessert, hands combing through his fluffy blonde locks, roaming over his arms and the chuckles that came after the goosebumps.

They were going to be the end of him. He was sure of it.

Even when he sat down to enjoy tv and unwind with….his new boyfriends (he was going to have to get used to that), he found that Wooyoung was a lot more devious when he wasn’t holding back.

He had plopped down with Yeosang in the middle. He grabbed his hand, squeezing and holding it, tracing his fingers over his knuckles, running his thumb along the outline of the veins. San sat on the other side of him, head on his shoulder, seemingly already relaxed and acclimated to the new dynamic, his body tucked under the blanket that had been on the couch.

Wooyoung’s hand found its way to his thigh eventually, kneading him like a cat as he pressed kisses along the right side of his neck, smiling at every little groan and gasp that had left his lips when he did.

“You’re n-not watching the tv-”

“I’m not.” Wooyoung affirmed, squeezing his thigh even more, purring at him. Yeosang looked at him, heart thrumming in his chest. Wooyoung met his gaze and smiled softly.

“Want me to stop?”

Yeosang glanced down, his excitement had manifested itself clear as day.

“...we should probably move to a more comfortable room.” was the response. San perked from beside them and sat up, the drowsiness that was in his body suddenly gone.

Yeosang stood first, hissing at the telltale throbbing between his legs, and took the first step towards his room.

Wooyoung and San were right behind him, and from the occasional bump into furniture and the sound of kissing, he could tell they had already started behind him. He opened the door to his room, turning and hooking his fingers into the waistband of their pants, pushing them both to the bed.

“You two are insatiable.” He muttered, though he didn’t seem to mind when San turned, running a hand up the underside of his shirt, feeling his abs up before kissing him.

“Can you really blame me when Wooyoung is our boyfriend? You’ll understand soon enough.” he chuckled against his lips before coaxing him into a deeper kiss. Yeosang groaned softly, pressing back and kissing him enthusiastically, though he choked when he felt the cool air of the room touch his dick.

His eyes dropped down towards the bed, flustered as Wooyoung grabbed him, stroking him slowly while pressing kisses up the length.

“Just give me a moment. Poor baby~ Must’ve been cold, mm?” He inquired, alternating between stroking fast and slow, a victorious smile stretching across his face.

San knelt down beside him, kissing and nibbling at his abdomen.

“H-How long…mmm…how long have you two wanted to do this with me?” Yeosang inquired. Wooyoung looked up at him, responding only by sinking down on his cock, holding his gaze. Yeosang growled, fingers twitching as Wooyoung slowly bobbed his head.

San glanced beside him and then tutted.

“Good luck focusing. He’s really greedy, y’know.” He moved around behind Yeosang, taking his hands and pinning them lightly behind his back, pressing against him. Yeosang didn’t tense, in face he leaned back in his grip, using the other man as a crutch while they both watched Wooyoung bob his head, working his way lower and lower.

“W-Wooyoung-” Yeosang moaned, thighs flexing as the man sunk lower, kneading and fondling his thighs before reaching to cup the back of them. It was to ground himself as he pulled himself forward, bobbing his head faster to take him deeper down his throat.

“Can I touch you more, too?” San murmured into his ear, his free hand running over Yeosang’s arm. He nodded, shuddering as the lewd noises coming from between his legs from Wooyoung increased in volume.

Wooyoung was making quite the mess, spittle running down his chin as he worked to take Yeosang further down his throat, eyelids fluttering closed despite his occasional gags. San ran his hand down Yeosang’s chest, fingers brushing over his nipples and smiling when he heard the sharp inhale come from him.

“Here? Does it feel good?” He whispered, lips trailing over the shell of his ear, circling his nipple teasingly before lightly pinching, his dimples appearing when he drew a shuddering “fuck, yes” from the older man.

“Can you promise to keep your hands here so I can use both of mine on you?” San coaxed, his cock undeniably hard against Yeosang’s ass as he flexed his fingers along his wrists. Yeosang nodded, deciding to let the two of them explore his body however they liked.

San gently removed his hand from his wrists, turning his head to the side to kiss him languidly, pressing his bare chest to Yeosang’s back.

Yeosang grabbed his own forearms as he kept his arms behind him, his body swaying as Wooyoung pulled his thighs, making him thrust and hit the back of his throat. San fondled his pectorals, lightly raking blunt nails down his chest, pulling soft, raspy groans out of him.

“S-slow down, Wooyoung. You'll c-choke.” He stuttered, knees wobbling as Wooyoung looked up at him in defiance. He moved his hands from Yeosang’s thighs and cupped his balls with one, grabbing the base with the other as he pumped him in time with the bobs of his heaf, his eyes dark and focused.

San looked over his shoulder, eyes half lidded as he continued teasing Yeosang’s nipples and chest.

“There's no stopping him when he has that look in his eye.” San let out a faux sigh, though Yeosang was in no condition to respond to him, his breathing increasing in frequency until he was panting, grabbing his arms so tightly it left indents in his arms.

“W-Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung eagerly swallowed every drop of cum, a pleased spark of chaos in his eye as he pulled up with a slow, lewd ‘pop’.

“I've been wanting to do that for years, my love.”

Yeosang opened his mouth to say something, but it fell short when San's callused hand reached around, stroking his messy cock as he spoke to Wooyoung, his satoori dripping into his speech.

“You’re still hard. Have you been pent up, Yeosang-ah? Mmm? When was the last time you got to let it out?” He inquired, nibbling and kissing the soft spot behind his ear. Yeosang’s knees buckled and he slipped from his grip, thankfully landing on the bed.

Wooyoung sat up and pulled him closer, kissing him and sharing the taste of his release with him. Yeosang growled and kissed him feverishly, pushing him back and crawling on top of him.

Wooyoung purred and smiled devilishly at him, licking at his lips.

“Turn around for us, Yeosangie.”

Yeosang held his gaze for a long, heated moment, and nodded, turning around. He soon found out why when Wooyoung made himself comfortable, hugging him from behind as San knelt down to nuzzle Yeosang’s cock, looking up at him.

“Can I have it?”

God, these two are going to make him fall apart, aren’t they? This is how he was going to die.

Yeosang nodded, watching the smile that stretched over San’s face as he sat back on his haunches.

“Do you have lube?”

He blinked. His face went beet red and Wooyoung made a small noise behind him, clearly pouting.

“I will go to the store right fucking now”

“I-its in the drawer behind San.”

San moved in a flash, opening the drawer and shying when he saw a few…interesting toys in the drawer, as well.

“So you have toys, you just haven’t been using them?”

“I-I’ve been busy!”

Wooyoung reached down and stroked him, pouting against his ear.

“My poor baby….Our poor baby. We can fix it baby. Don’t worry, your pretty cock won’t be pent up by time we’re done with you.”

Yeosang’s heart thrummed in excitement as San came back, biting his lip.

“He’s kind of…big, isn’t he?” He mused, eyeing Yeosang’s cock. It throbbed in response, and he inhaled sharply. Wooyoung didn’t seem perturbed, squeezing his cock and thumbing the head, smearing spittle and precum over it shamelessly.

“Hung like a horse, yes. If you’re worried, I can go first. You can have my mouth.”

“Wooyoung, oh my god-”

Wooyoung grinned victoriously at the shy outburst, Yeosang’s lisp more pronounced. The two of them traded places and Wooyung got himself situated, putting a pillow under his own hips and perking his ass up high, going nearly cross eyed as San stood in front of him, his cock in his face. Wooyoung grabbed and stroked his cock, teasing his head with his tongue as San reached over him to pour the lube directly over his rim.

Yeosang watched the two of them, eyes fixated on Wooyoung’s hole as San pushed two fingers into him, purring praises above him as Wooyoung clenched around them.

“C’mon baby, make sure to loosen up for our Yeosangie. Be a good boy for him, yeah?” San purred, his hands steady as one worked him open and the other spread his cheek so Yeosang could see every lewd detail.

Wooyoung’s muffled moans went straight to his cock, the lube running down past his rim and down his balls as San gradually sped his fingers up, scissoring him open.

“Come closer, Sangie. Touch him, he loves having someone touch and caress him.” He purred, though he jolted and swore under his breath when Wooyoung swallowed hard around his cock.

Yeosang obeyed, coming closer and running his hands over Wooyoung’s thighs, up to the globes of his cheeks, and then moving down past his spine.

He gripped one of his shoulders, kneading the muscle there firmly as his cock sat flush against his ass.

“Good boy. Are you almost there? Is Sannie’s stretching you so good, isn’t he?” He purred, leaning in to kiss San, chasing his lips. Wooyoung whimpered below them, rolling his hips back to try and grind his ass on Yeosang.

When Wooyoung kissed him, Yeosang felt like it was a battle for who was controlling the kiss. One pushes, the other pushes back, it had years of repressed emotions in it, unleashed in a not so silent clash between the two.

When he and San kissed, the trainer felt the tentative feeling behind it, the cautious, yet eager exploration, feeling out the new man while leaving himself open for Yeosang to do the same.

Yeosang felt like a pervert for thinking it, but the two of them made him want to ruin them.

That would…probably be a conversation for a different night. Tonight had been more adventurous than Yeosang ever expected his sexual encounters to go already.

“H-Hurry, fuck, please hurry.” Wooyoung complained, popping his mouth off and whimpering. Yeosang broke the kiss with San and moved to slick himself up properly, looking down at him with an affectionate, quiet gaze.

Wooyoung looked back at him, giving his hips a shake.

“I love you.”

Yeosang held his waist with one hand, purring in gratitude at San for holding Wooyoung’s cheeks spread.

“I love you too.”

Finally sinking into Wooyoung nearly made him fall apart in an instant. The smaller man moaned loudly, clenching the blanket tight in his fist before he shuddered, back arched tight like a bow.

“You okay baby?” San whispered, gently kneading and massaging his cheeks. Wooyoung nodded and tried to move his hips desperately.

“Move, move, move please I need it.”

Yeosang slowly rolled his hips, grinding deep into him. San smiled when he heard the way Wooyoung sighed in delight, kneading his thighs and moaning for Yeosang.

The dog trainer reaffirmed his grip on his hips and set a deep, rhythmic pace, watching the way Wooyoung clung to San for dear life.

“R-right there nn like that, please, please-” He moaned looking up when San cupped his face, tilting his face up.

“Go on, tell me how good he feels. You’ve been waiting so long for him, tell us.” He encouraged, licking at his lips. Wooyoung shuddered, eyes fluttering as Yeosang began grinding faster, perking in interest.

“Cmon, Woo. Tell me. You had so much to say to San on Halloween. Let me hear it.” He reached between his legs stroking him as he kissed over his tattoo.

“Fuck! N-Nnn feels…fuck he feels so good I’ve wanted it for so long. S-Sannie he’s so good, y-you and him make me feel so fucking good I’m going to go nnn-mmm~!” Wooyoung’s babbling was cut short by a feverish kiss, San’s hand threaded in his hair, tugging his head back as he kissed him.

Yeosang watched the two of them, not realizing he’d left finger-sized indents on his hips as he sped up, rocking the bed as he thrusted faster into him.

“Good. T-that’s good baby, I hear you. I’m sorry for making you wait. Hold onto Sannie. Let him ground you.” He spread his knees apart, hooking his hands around Wooyoung’s thighs, pulling him back to meet his powerful thrusts. Wooyoung cried out and shuddered, mouth falling open, eyes unfocused as Yeosang’s cock pressed even deeper.

“Yes! Yes, please, please nn hold me S-San fuck, ah!” Wooyoung clung to him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. San smiled, looking over at Yeosang, holding his gaze.

“D-don’t think I’m leaving you out. You mm…can have my mouth, o-okay? I’m not as good as-fuck, don’t clench like that-mmmm…fuck, I’m not as good as Wooyoung but I can t-tryyyy oh fuck-” Yeosang grit his teeth, brows furrowed as Wooyoung moved his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Yeosang’s cock, eager to milk another orgasm out of him.

“You don’t have to be Wooyoung. You just have to be you. You’re my boyfriend, too.” San let Wooyoung lean on him and scooted forward, pinning him between the two of them before kissing Yeosang, this time with a more claiming urgency in them.

“Your mouth feels good as it is. Just…mm like you are~” he smiled.

Yeosang shuddered, though he stilled when Wooyoung tugged at his hand, shakily muttering a ‘w-wait-’ under his breath. He paused instantly, panting like a wild animal before he looked at Wooyoung in confusion.

“D-Did I hurt you?” He inquired. Wooyoung shook his head.

“Mmm, no baby, I just want to ride you.”

Yeosang felt his heart skip. He moved around to lie down, holding Wooyoung steady as he came over to straddle him, knees at either side of his hips. He purred, running his hands over Yeosang’s body.

“Much better. Now you and I can both share Sannie’s cock. He’s been such a good kitten for us, right?” He grinned. Yeosang panted and pressed into him, groaning and letting his head fall back, licking his lips.

“I mm…seem to remember him being a rabbit.”

Wooyoung sat fully, grinding his hips in a circle.

“He certainly fucks like one, isn’t that right, Sannie?” He purred, grinding and bouncing on his cock after getting his bearings. San scooted closer, standing beside them and yelping when the two childhood friends yanked him closer, each with a hand on his thigh.

Yeosang leaned in first, gently rubbing his cheek along the heated length of San’s dick, nuzzling before he slowly looked up at him, eyes dark with newly unlocked want. San swallowed thickly, biting his lip when Yeosang took an experimental lick. He held his gaze and continued his licks, eventually turning into kisses that lasted longer, and longer, until he wrapped his lips around the crown of his cock.

San shuddered, seeing Wooyoung grin wildly, his hands splayed across Yeosang’s abs, riding him at his own pace. The bed creaked and shook, though it held firm while Yeosang closed his eyes, slowly bobbing his head. He took his time, realizing he wouldn’t be able to slide San fully down his throat quite yet. San didn’t rush him, instead drawling sweet nothings to the two of them, his and finding a place on the back of Yeosang’s head.

Not pushing, just grounding himself.

Wooyoung purred and bent down, his chest flush against Yeosang’s, as he licked around the seal of his lips, looking up at San before leaving messy tongue kisses to the length of San’s cock Yeosang couldn’t fit, his ass still slapping against Yeosang’s thighs to the beat of some unheard song.

The two city boys alternated between Yeosang blowing San and Wooyoung doing so, then both of them sharing a sloppy kiss with the head of San’s cock between their lips.

All of it was…nearly desperate, uncoordinated, yet the most electrifying situation any of them had been through.

The climax was, by all intents and purposes, messy.

Both Wooyoung and Yeosang panted, their faces covered in San’s cum. Wooyoung sat firmly, having milked Yeosang’s second orgasm out, a pleased shudder running up and down his spine before he made a mess of Yeosang’s abdomen, a few pearls of cum even landing on his chest.

The three took a bit longer than they were each used to to focus back on reality. When they did, Wooyoung let out a tired laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

“There we mm…go. Holy shit if I knew that was going to go so well, I would have asked you to be our boyfriend sooner.” He chuckled. Yeosang ran a hand through his hair and laughed tiredly.

“I…I don’t think it would have quite gone the same without all of the lead up but sure.”

San blushed and leaned down to gently move Yeosang’s bangs out of his face, kissing at his birthmark.

“T-Thank you. I’m sorry I made such a mess of you two. I-I’m sorry, where is the bathroom, I should clean ya up and-”

Yeosang pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up with a quiet, deep claim. When he finally broke the kiss, he purred, smiling softly.

“Let’s take it easy. One step then the other. We can clean up with a shower, change the sheets, and we’ll be okay.” he smiled and looked over at Wooyoung, smiling at the adoring look in his eyes as he quietly ran his hands over Yeosang’s abdomen.

“Yeah, let’s do that and hurry back. I want Yeosang in the middle tonight.” He suggested, slowly raising his hips and groaning at the mess that spilled from him. Yeosang went beet red and picked him up, arms flexing.

“Y-You should have stayed there, y-you’re gonna make a mess!”

“You can always put it back inside of me~”

“Shut the f-”

The two bickered as Yeosang rushed him down the hall, a chuckling San following right behind them.

It took a while to make sure everyone-namely Wooyoung-was clean and it was made no easier in part because of the roaming hands-again, Wooyoung- but once the trio had returned and changed the sheets, they climbed back inside, situating themselves with Yeosang in the middle, his arm around Wooyoung and San’s leg tossed around his waist.

It was…comfortable, warm. And in a weird way, the three of them slotted together like puzzle pieces. Yeosang felt gentle nibbles to his neck and glanced over at San, surprised that he found him tiredly biting and kissing him.

“San?”

“Mm…didn’t leave enough…mm…marks….”He trailed off, clearly nodding off. Yeosang smiled and closed his eyes, lifting his neck up. Wooyoung seemed to get the message, too, and both of them began to gently kiss and nibble at his neck.

The door opened a crack on its own, and moments later, there was the sound of audible hiffles. Yeosang glanced up and found a pair of familiar eyes staring at him. He laughed tiredly.

“Yes, Yunho. Coast is clear. Sleep.”

The three shared tired chuckles as the bear of a dog climbed up, situating himself at the foot of the bed.

After one last round of gentle kisses, the three fell into a comfortable night’s rest, the first one of many.

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November 26th

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“Happy birthday!”

Wooyoung smiled at the center of the table, his cheeks hurting from how much he had been smiling. San finished lighting the candles on the cake before him. Yeosang shifted from foot, anxiety reading clear on his face.

The cake before them was something he and San had come together to make without Wooyoung’s help. Both of them were worried, but Yeosang more than him.

He wasn’t…the greatest cook and he certainly couldn’t touch Wooyoung’s cooking.

Eric, Gahyeon, and Jongho peeked up from the other side of the table, wiggling in their seats as Wooyoung blew his candles out.

The was met with a series of clapping and cheers. Chaerin came over cut the cake, taking her time and handing Wooyoung the first slice of his chocolate hazelnut cake.

They waited in anticipation while he nibbled.

Then his eyes lit up, sparkling.

“It’s so good!”

The two let out a relieved sigh, exchanging kisses and a smile.

“We did it! It’s not horrible!”

Wooyoung smiled and beckoned them closer, kissing each of them, grateful for their effort. They were surrounded by their friends and a few coworkers, and the moment the cake was cut, the music began to play, a light, whimsical atmosphere falling over the dining room.

Two hours later, when the festivities died down, Jongho made his way over to Wooyoung, face covered in chocolate as he looked up, holding his dragon plushie close.

“Hyung? Did you make a wish on your candle?” he inquired softly. Wooyoung blinked, having been in the middle of condensing his presents into as few boxes and bags as possible. He blushed and rubbed his head.

“Yeah.”

Jongho rocked back and forth on his heels.

“What did you wish for?” He inquired.

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, finding San petting Yunho, ruffling his fur before he stood up straight and grinned at Yeosang, kissing him before motioning to something for Yeosang to help him with in the kitchen. Wooyoung exhaled softly and stood, his hands on his hips.

“For my love to find it’s way home. I think I got what I wished for long before I blew out those candles, though.” He ruffled Jongho’s hair and walked away, smiling from ear to ear.

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Puppy Love Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.2k, Neighbor!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor. Summary: So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well.

Doggie Daycare is a blessing.

Now that might sound dramatic, but any apartment dwelling dog owner will tell you how much of a life saver it is to drop your baby off to run, swim, play, and socialize the day away because otherwise you’d be stuck walking five miles every night just to burn off some of that pent up energy. Especially those with big, bouncy breeds. Those bad boys have bottled up zoomies ready and waiting to go.

Lizzie, your three year old Golden Retriever, was typically pretty laid back but you like to credit some of that to the fact that she’s been enrolled in daycare since she was finished with her puppy vaccines and it’s served to both tucker her out and teach her a few social manners. You also love that you don’t need to feel guilty when your work day stretches longer than usual into the afternoons.

The little bell rings as you push through the door to pick Lizzie up and the receptionist’s familiar face greets you right away.

“Oh, have I got exciting news for you!” Lea grins from behind the desk, “Lizzie’s got a boyfriend!”

You cup your cheeks and laugh, “Oh my gosh! She’s not old enough for boyfriends. She’s supposed to be making friends…not smooching.”

Lea laughs and comes out from behind the desk, joining you at the large window that peers into the indoor daycare room. It’s a particularly busy day so it takes a moment but Lea points into the far left corner and sure enough there is Lizzie laying right next to a pretty another pretty golden, fur red as can be, and they’re sharing one rope toy, gently tugging it back and forth between kissing each other’s faces.

“That’s Appa,” Lea bounces on her toes happily, “It’s his first day and he’s been glued to Lizzie’s side from the moment he saw her. They’re just so sweet to each other!”

Appa breaks away from their shared toy and licks Lizzie’s ear before she nudges the toy back over to him and he plays along, following her lead. Your heart clenches and you resist the urge to bust through the glass window like the coolaid man so you can love on them both. The cute aggression swirls in your veins.

Must. Squeeze. Dogs.

The daycare attendant notices you and Lea in the window, and waves before calling your baby over. Both Lizzie and Appa go to the door as if they’re leaving together, but of course, only Lizzie is pulled out for pick up and you watch with pouted lips as Appa sits patiently at the door, waiting for his new friend to return. He sits and waits all the way up until you reluctantly leave but only after Lea reassures you that Appa’s owner should be along shortly and would no doubt return tomorrow.

With Lizzie all clipped into her harness and seatbelt in the backseat, you start on the way home and talk to her the whole way there, per usual. She only ever responds with a head tilt or perked ears though. The occasional “whisper” you taught her was your answer to “Just what are you doing flirting with that devilishly handsome red boy?”

Over the next few weeks, it seemed Lizzie had a renewed purpose in getting you up, moving, and out the door so she could get to daycare bright and early each day. Every evening you would go to pick her up, you would find her and Appa playing or resting together and you became so endeared with the other pup.

It seemed as though the feeling was mutual because one day at pick up, Lea happily handed over a little baggie with a brand new toy in it. You pulled the little stuffed strawberry toy out and beamed. “That’s a gift from Appa and his dad,” Lea smirks and your brows raise, “His very handsome and seemingly very single dad…”

Seeing Lea every day during the week, you’ve formed a little friendship and share bits of life here and there around drop off and pick up times. She’s sort of like your hair dresser who knows just a little too much but you really like her - even if she’s playing a little matchmaking game on the side.

“Well,” you grin as Lizzie bounds around the corner and sidles up to your thigh, “It looks like Liz and I have some shopping to do.”

That started a bit of a trend and every so often you and Appa’s dad would send home new toys with each other though not once had you ever run into him which was a little disheartening. Not just because Lea mentioned him being handsome or anything….You just wanted a chance to meet your dog’s boyfriend’s dad.

Was that so odd?

On a brisk Saturday morning you decided to take Lizzie for a walk. Her pretty white coat was extra fluffy after her bath the night before and you thought she looked extra cute when the sun reflected off the pink gemstones in her collar. She was always great on leash and never stayed from your side, matching your pace so she was never too far behind or in front of you.

There were street vendors out, children playing in the open park, people riding bicycles but still, Lizzie stayed right next to you and you tried not to look too proud of how behaved she was when you witnessed several other dog owners having a less than pleasant walk with their overstimulated companion. Then her little ears perked up and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

You glanced down and noticed she was staring across the park but nothing in particular stood out so you urged her to move along and she didn’t budge.

Furrowing your brows, you lean down a bit closer. “Liz, what’s wron-!”

The words tear from your lips when Lizzie suddenly breaks into a full out run and your body jerks into motion. You try your hardest to reel her back in but with her strength and momentum and you being caught off balance it is near-impossible to slow her down and she doesn’t respond to any of your frantic commands to stop.

You heave in a deep breath, panting between running and shouting, and Lizzie just keeps running. She drags you through the park, between picnic setups and too close to a painter under the tree. You’re lead straight between a makeshift soccer match and narrowly avoid a ball to the side of your head. Lizzie keeps running and your shoe catches on a rock but before you hit the ground you slam into another body.

The person throws their arms out and catches you before you hit the ground but suddenly your legs become bound to the strangers and you both hit the ground with a loud grunt. Thankfully, you both land on your side so at least crushing a stranger is not on your list of embarrassing things that just happened but you are indeed still bound together and there is a definitely going to be a knot on your forehead where you bumped noggins with your unfortunate savior.

Before you can even open your eyes, Lizzie is licking you in the face and you instinctively tuck your head in but that leaves you pressing your face into the strangers shoulder awkwardly. Next thing you know, they’re the one tensing and pressing closer to you and then you hear, “Appa! What’s the matter with you?!”

“Appa?” you repeat and Lizzie puts her wet nose against your ear, “Lizzie! Ugh, stop it!”

“Wait - Lizzie?”

The licking stops long enough to look into the face of the person you’re still laying on the ground with and the second you open your eyes, you shut them on instinct. No way are you in this predicament with someone this good looking. Legs tangled together by dog leashes, drool in your hair…ugh…the cute is absent from this meet cute.

“Appppaaa,” the man says almost teasingly, “This is your Lizzie isn’t it?”

Peeking your eyes open, the man is smiling back at you. “That must make you Lizzie’s mom, right?”

You bite your lip. “Yeah, that’s me,” you smile a bit since he’s not stopped and it’s sort of contagious, “And you must be Appa’s dad?”

“Wooyoung,” he scrunches his nose cutely, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you grin, all starry-eyed and stupid.

Appa barks once and you both snap your eyes up to your dogs patiently waiting at your feet to be let off leash. Wooyoung carefully helps you up, bracing your elbow and just behind your back so you can both sit up and once the pups are released you bump hands a few times trying to untangle the nylon’s constricting grip.

“I’ve really been hoping we would run into you but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Wooyoung laughs, “It’s a great story to tell the metaphorical grandpuppies though.”

You snort and Wooyoung explains. “Appa is neutered.”

“Lizzie is spayed too so no puppies,” you sigh, stretching out your legs as you and Wooyoung sit in the grass side by side, your dogs playing together a few feet away, “They do look awfully happy together though. It’s crazy how they recognized each other from so far away.”

Wooyoung leans back onto his hands. “Ahhhh,” he looks over at you and giggles, “Young love. Thank you for the toys by the way. I swear he makes it a point to play with all of them at least once a day.”

“Same to you! Lizzie accidentally put a hole in the lamb you bought her and wouldn’t leave my side until I sewed it back together for her. She plays extra gentle with it now.”

He smacks his hand over his chest and proclaims, “Ugh….my heart.”

Ugh. Yours too.

You spend another hour or so lazing in the park getting to know each other while Appa and Lizzie spend much needed quality time together. As if they weren’t together yesterday and won’t be again on Monday. It’s sweet though how well they get along and OK…maybe Wooyoung is really easy to get along with too.

He’s charming and funny, and just as Lea said, very handsome, but he’s down to earth and you find that you quite like his company. Lizzie likes him too and now that you’re able to love on Appa in person, not just through the daycare window, you adore him even more. You were happy to have found someone who was every bit as crazy about dogs as you were.

It was a touch awkward when you finally made your goodbyes only to realize you were both headed in the same direction. The dogs were happy as clams, walking side by side and Wooyoung very easily carried the conversation as you went. The fifteen minute walk went by much too quickly and then you’re stopping in front of your building.

“Well, this is us,” you say, not mindful enough to leave the disappointment out of your tone.

Wooyoung looks up at the building and laughs. Full belly laughs and you’re lost until he says, “No way is this happening…We live here too.”

Your brows fly into your hair line and your jaw drops……you’re….neighbors?

“We’re on the east end of the first floor, where are you?”

Wooyoung points, “West end of the third floor,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “This is really wild!”

“I am just as shocked as you! How have we never run into one another until now?”

“I think there is something to be said for the cosmic timing of things.”

The way he looks at you makes your cheeks pinch and Lizzie nudges your leg, pushing her head just beneath your hand. “Well, um, maybe we will see more of each other now that we’ve met…I’m sure that would make the pups happy.”

Wooyoung grins, almost in a bashful sort of fashion. “It would make me happy too.”

The urge to openly squeal is absolutely appalling and you settle for what you hope is a flirty sort of smile. “Me too,” you chuckle, “I’ll uhh, catch you later, Wooyoung.”

He watches a little too closely as you turn away, still grinning like a fool. “Definitely.”

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The universe did indeed plan for you to bump into Wooyoung nearly every day since that initial meeting. Oddly enough you now saw him in the mail room, at daycare drop off or pick up, at the market, in the parking lot. It was really unintentional but you looked forward to those chance meetings and it very quickly became the highlight of your day.

At some point you began picking Appa up from daycare when Wooyoung had long days and he volunteered to drop them off whenever you needed to get into work early and many weekends you took them to the park or the beach and one day - Wooyoung finally got up the courage to ask you out.

You were so nervous knocking on his apartment door.

Rubbing your hands anxiously on the side of your dress you look down at Lizzie’s squishy little face and you’re suddenly reminded how peculiar it was to bring your dog along to your first date but you supposed it was hers and Appa’s hundredth. You were also really relieved to have her at your side - which she immediately ditched when Wooyoung opened the door. She padded right past him and Appa greeted her with a kiss before they wandered off toward the toy basket.

“You look really great,” Wooyoung says softly and then he’s clearing his throat and stepping aside, “Sorry, I should definitely invite you in. Still working on my training.”

You chuckle at his joke, a clear cover up for how nervous he was to have you in his home for the first time. It was sort of nice to know you weren’t the only one.

“It smells amazing in here,” you comment, the aroma from the small dining room wafting into the entry, “Did you cook? I thought we were just doing takeout?”

Wooyoung closes the door and shows you where to kick off your shoes. “I am actually the worst cook…ever…but I am really good at making things look presentable.”

The table is set for two with piping hot food and it seriously looks like you’re about to sit down at a restaurant. Then Wooyoung points to the empty takeout bag on the counter and grins, “You said you like pasta, right?”

A ball squeaks from the living room and you laugh, taking a seat at the table. “Yeah,” you smile at him, “I love pasta. Cristo’s is my favorite actually.”

Wooyoung winks as he sits. “I know. I also listen really well.”

Flattered you pick up your fork to dig in and you’re not disappointed, a bit embarrassed perhaps because Wooyoung is still watching, waiting for your opinion and you give him a thumbs up, signaling he’s done good and also please eat so you’re not the only one. Conversation flows easily throughout the meal, as it usually does and even as you argue with him about helping to clean the dishes, he bickers back and makes you laugh.

It isn’t until you’re both sat on the couch that Wooyoung actually looks nervous again. You both settle on a movie you’ve seen before but it’s good enough to watch again…and not so new that if you end up spending more time staring at each other while the other isn’t looking that you won’t really miss much.

Wooyoung has so many couch pillows that it’s easy enough to make yourself comfortable without worrying if you’re too close or too far apart, or worse, you’re left sitting so awkwardly that it’s noticeable.

Another thing you really like about Wooyoung is that he makes really good tea and you gratefully sip on it to calm your nerves. The smell alone is enough to soothe you but when you look over to find Appa and Lizzie sleeping together, her head laid over his shoulders, your drink is the last thing on your mind.

“They are really cute,” Wooyoung says quietly, “They make dating look too easy.”

You chuckle at that, looking over to find Wooyoung looking back at you. “I’m so glad you said yes, by the way,” he admits, “I was sort of terrified to ask you out. Not because I didn’t think we would have a good time because I think we get along really well and have a lot in common, but…I uh…kind of really like you. Like…a lot.”

Wooyoung’s ears turn bright red and he makes a move to turn away but you reach a hand out to grab his, lacing your fingers together and resting it on the pillow between you. “I really like you too,” you tell him, butterflies loose in your belly, “Honestly, if you didn’t ask me out soon I probably would have asked you.”

His eyes pop open wide and he laughs. “Maybe I should have waited a few more days,” he teases, “You can always ask me out on a second date…promise to say yes.”

“Wooyoung,” you pause to hold in a laugh, “Would you want to go out with me again?”

He feigns disinterest. “My schedule is a little jam packed coming up but I-”

He’s interrupted by Appa’s loud disapproving bark and Wooyoung grins. “He means to say, that I would love to go out with you. Maybe I can actually take you out somewhere next time.”

That giddy feeling settles into your bones and it’s far from thought to pretend like you’re not ecstatic at the prospect of dating. Wooyoung is quite the same, grinning like a fool and excitedly rambling on about date ideas and such.

It’s easy for time to slip away and nearing almost midnight, you’re still slow to pull yourself from his couch. Wooyoung doesn’t even look tired aside from the one little yawn he just couldn’t hide. He’s still so bright and talkative. You’re already beginning to miss him as he walks you to the door.

“Thank you again for dinner,” you smile, Lizzie’s leash occupying your nervous hands, “I’m sorry I stayed over so late.”

Wooyoung bats away your apology. “I probably would have kept talking your ear off until the sun came up anyhow.”

“I like that about you.” You’re bashful and he bites his tongue beneath a grin.

There is an energy in the air that is so tempting to give into but really, this is your first official date and surely you shouldn’t already be thinking about kissing him goodnight but his lips are so pretty and he keeps glancing down at yours and -

“Well, I should get going…long walk and all.” What a terrible joke. You’ve got to get out of here before you embarrass yourself further.

You reach for the door handle but one of the dogs bumps the back of your legs and you tip forward into Wooyoung who nearly falls off balance if it weren’t for the other dog behind him. How cleverly they corral their humans into each other’s embrace once more.

“Our dogs have an agenda,” Wooyoung laughs, his hands finding a little more confidence, arms winding a bit tighter around your waist. “I think they want me to kiss you…Any thoughts on that?”

“Um, yeah,” swallowing your nervous laughter, you smile down at the pups and then back up to him. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

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lê, você pode escrever o 29 com o wooyoung porfa? obggg 🥰🥰

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

WOOYOUNG > 29. “Não sabia que você gostava desse tipo de coisa…” contém: leitora!manager; idol!wooyoung; menção a outros membros do ateez; gap age considerável (leitora mais velha). virgin!wooyoung; wooyoung é infantil e irritante, mas é um personagem. não acho que ele seja assim ou algo nesse cenário tenha alguma base na realidade. isso é ficção; menção a pornô. smut: perda de virgindade; dinâmica dom/sub dependendo do seu ponto de vista; corruption kink; sexo com uso de preservativo, nipple sucking; riding; apelidos (garotinho, meu bem), spit, masturbação (m). contagem de palavras: 3k nota da autora: o conteúdo sub com que a @svtetudos vem me alimentando surtiu efeito e esse wooyoung virgem nasceu. não sei se era isso que você estava imaginando, yara, mas espero muito que goste! fiz com muito carinho 💖

“Você tá atrasado. De novo”, você fechou a porta da van usando toda força que tinha assim que Wooyoung se jogou no banco ao lado de Yeosang. Em seguida, sentou no banco do carona e o motorista deu partida, acelerando o automóvel.

“Demorei pra achar meu fone de ouvido”, responde, tranquilo, procurando uma playlist no celular. Você olhou pelo retrovisor e balançou sua cabeça negativamente, incrédula com a falta de senso do garoto.

“Você entende que seu fone de ouvido nos custou quinze minutos? E se a gente pegar trânsito no caminho? Você tem algum plano?”, os outros membros levantaram seus olhos dos celulares e te analisaram, cuidadosos. Hongjoong respirou fundo.

“Ela ‘tá certa, Wooyoung. Isso foi irresponsabilidade.”

“Semana passada a gente esperou meia hora porque o Mingi perdeu a hora. Por que eu sou o único tomando bronca?”, a voz dele carregava um misto de revolta e ofensa por uma tendenciosidade que nem ele acreditava que existia. Você virou a cabeça e o encarou por alguns segundos, testando se aquele pose duraria por muito tempo. Ele piscou por alguns segundos e olhou a rua pela janela do carro, tentando se desviar da sua presença autoritária. Você arrumou seu corpo no banco e voltou a encarar a avenida à frente. Um silêncio pesado e desconfortável reinava dentro da van e, apesar disso, sempre que você checava a parte do fundo pelo retrovisor, pegava Wooyoung te observando como se a curiosidade dele fosse maior do que o medo de se queimar.

Ele vinham te testando. No começo, quando você foi contratada para acompanhá-los nos eventos, supervisionar a agenda, verificar se eles tinham comida suficiente no dormitório e todas as outras tarefas que incluíam garantir a segurança e o bem estar dos membros, Wooyoung era um doce. Te ajudava dando dicas sobre como cada um era, o que gostavam, te ajudava com as tarefas e te comprava café. Você achava fofo. Ele corria atrás de você como um cachorrinho procurando atenção, abanava o rabinho e ia embora quando recebia um elogio ou um tapinha na cabeça. E isso foi suficiente para ele por um tempo, até não ser mais.

Você sabia que Wooyoung se sentia atraído por você e ficou muito claro quando, um dia, enquanto organizada os passaportes dos membros, escutou ele conversar por sussurros com San:

"Como você conseguiu o Instagram dela?"

"Não te interessa, cuida da sua vida!", Wooyoung respondeu tentando manter o tom de voz o mais baixo possível.

"Eu te peguei secando as fotos dela de biquíni, cara, você acha mesmo que eu não vou contar pros outros?", a risada de San fez o outro garoto chiar alto, o obrigando a falar ainda mais baixo.

"Se isso chegar nela eu te mato!"

Mas nunca chegou de fato em você, não pelas vias que ele imaginava que chegaria. A verdade é que a conversa captada por detrás da porta foi uma confirmação para todos os outros sinais. Desde ele te tratando de forma afetuosa, até os olhares mais cobiçosos e mergulhados em uma certa rebeldia de quem gostava demais de estar sendo pego examinando seu corpo em um fanmeeting com uma multidão de garotas pedido por migalhas da atenção dele. Ou quando você os orientava sobre o caminho que fariam quando desembarcassem no aeroporto, e depois, quando essas investidas não causaram efeito, os olhares viam acompanhados de comportamentos como aquele, desobedecendo, irritando, sempre chamando sua atenção da forma mais imatura possível.

Agora mesmo, você seria obrigada a ir ao dormitório todos os dias do feriado porque, apesar dos outros membros estarem com suas famílias e amigos, Wooyoung se recusava a fazer o mesmo. Ele estava fazendo de propósito, sabia que se pelo menos um deles estivesse lá você não teria outra opção. O ver saindo do quarto de samba canção mais curta do que deveria e regata preta com um sorrisinho relaxado, sem um pingo de culpa na consciência, te fez querer dar uns tapas nele, mas você também já não sabia se a reação era pela peça de roupa tentadora ou pela atitude. Ou pelos dois.

“Você precisa de mais alguma coisa?”, perguntou de costas para ele, apagando os compromisso na lousa acoplada na geladeira. Uma risadinha veio do sofá que Wooyoung estava e você o olhou sem paciência, mas ele assistia a uma sequência de cachorrinhos sendo perseguidos por crianças, que ele fez questão de te mostrar apontando o celular na sua direção. Mesmo assim o olhar estava lá, feliz por conseguir a atenção, não importava que junto com ela viesse um pouco de desprezo. Você continuou observando a figura dele sentada no sofá como se não devesse nada a ninguém e reavaliou algumas decisões. Dar o que ele queria seria tão difícil assim? Custaria tanto? Quais eram os prós e contras? E por fim, te ajudaria a não ter que lidar mais com esse cabeça dura?

Você se aproximou dele e sorriu satisfeita o vendo se remexer no sofá, mudando a postura presunçosa de antes para uma mais humilde, como se entrasse em modo de defesa. Sentou-se na poltrona na frente dele e não disse nada por longos minutos.

“Qual é a sua?”, viu o corpo dele se retrair de susto quando sua voz saiu seca e de repente.

Tossiu, limpando a garganta, e te entregou a cara mais falsa de desentendido que conseguiu. "Do que você tá faltando?"

Sua expressão continuava impassível, mas foi se amolecendo quando viu como os dedos dele se flexionavam, abrindo e fechando a mão, em cima do joelho e como esse tremiam em ansiedade. Um pensamento passou rapidamente pela sua cabeça, mas você o afastou na mesma rapidez pela impossibilidade de ser verdade.

"Eu sei que você não é assim, como vem sendo nas últimas semanas. Sei que você tá querendo algo de mim, mas não ‘tá sabendo pedir. Então eu ‘tô aqui te oferecendo a oportunidade de me dizer", sua voz desceu uma oitava e ele já não conseguia desgrudar os olhos de você. Sua pele parecia reluzir, a boca, a respiração calma, a linguagem corporal de quem é a dona do lugar, tudo emanava uma energia que tirava Wooyoung dos eixos sem esforço e era sempre assim. Talvez você não tivesse ciência dos próprios poderes, mas era sempre assim. E para ele, era impossível não notar.

Tentou se concentrar nas suas palavras, mas era difícil. Ele tinha conseguido o que queria, sua atenção, de verdade, mas agora não sabia o que fazer com tudo isso. Será que você sabia o que estava oferecendo?

"Wooyoung", sua voz saiu como se ele estivesse prestes a tomar uma bronca, mas em seguida ficou mais branda, "Talvez… Talvez você tenha ficado encantado porque uma mulher mais velha foi gentil e prestativa com você. Eu te entendo, já que esse é meu trabalho. Na sua idade-"

"Você cuidaria de mim?", ele te cortou, os olhos presos no assoalho, enquanto segurava um dos lábios, ansioso. "Do jeito que você tá falando. Você cuidaria de mim desse jeito também?"

Você analisou a expressão perdida e envergonhada dele e a ideia impossível não pareceu tão maluca agora. "Você conseguiria ser mais claro sobre o que você precisa que eu faça?", seu corpo foi para frente, mais próxima dele, como uma confidente que aceita partilhar do segredo.

Ele percebeu que sua presença imponente era também um espaço seguro. Seu olhar não transmitia mais sensação de julgamento, mas de compreensão. "Você sabe que tipo de mulher você é, não sabe?"

Seu rosto se inclinou em genuína confusão. "Não sei, pra falar a verdade, mas agora fiquei curiosa. Que tipo de mulher eu sou?"

"O tipo de mulher com quem todo cara como eu adoraria perder a virgindade. Você é a meta", ele coçou o queixo, sorrindo sem jeito e também surpreso por aquilo ser uma novidade para você. "Entendeu?"

Você ponderou sobre o que acabara de escutar, tentando processar duas informações ao mesmo tempo. Seu sorriso de canto era uma mistura de incompreensão e lisonjeamento, mesmo que para Wooyoung parecesse pretensão. "Qual é, é óbvio que você tinha noção disso…"

"Não, eu não tinha. Pra ser sincera não é uma coisa que mulheres da minha idade pensem muito, mas o que mais me intriga é o fato de você ainda ser virgem", respondeu, sem medir muito bem o que pretendia dizer. "Quer dizer, você…", as palavras não se completavam, a ideia não fazia muito sentido.

"Talvez eu tenha focado demais na minha carreira, mas ninguém tinha me feito pensar sobre isso de verdade até você", seu sorriso, agora cheio de sensualidade e de um certo desprendimento deu coragem para que ele continuasse falando, mas principalmente imaginando, "Eu tinha minhas vontades e toda a questão dos hormônios, mas eu me resolvia bem sozinho. Depois que eu te conheci… Eu passei a querer mais."

Sua mão começou a suar por algum motivo. Ele também não notava, mas quando se portava assim, se expondo e deixando tão claro como você era atraente, Wooyoung ganhava uma faceta que talvez ele ainda não tivesse consciência. Era sexy. Você precisa admitir que aquele garoto sem experiência nenhuma, pedindo para que você o corrompesse era sexy.

"O que você sabe sobre sexo?", a pergunta sem ressalvas o pegou desprevenido e o deixou sem entender se aquilo era um sim.

"Eu vou passar por uma prova teórica antes?", ele riu da própria piada, tentando fazer graça, mas seu olhar firme o desmontou. "Eu já assisti pornô, se essa é a pergunta, mas eu sei que não é igual a coisa de verdade", completou, relaxando as costas no sofá, procurando algum sinal de que aquela conversa estaria caminhando para o lugar que ele tinha esperanças que caminhasse.

Você também abaixou um pouco a própria guarda, ciente de que a partir dali precisaria mostrar também algumas vulnerabilidades. "Sabe mesmo? Você sabe que o corpo de uma mulher… É diferente do que você já deve ter visto nesses filmes…", Wooyoung acenava com a cabeça enquanto ouvia, como se já previsse que você apontaria isso.

"Eu sei. Eu sei que o seu vai ser diferente de tudo que eu já vi, tenho certeza disso", a voz baixa e aveludada fez seu peito segurar o ar que pretendia expelir. Se continuasse te agradando assim, seria difícil ser firme com ele.

"Vai? Você já ‘tá cantando vitória antes da hora?", e a partir dali era sua vez de brincar um pouco com ele.

"O quê? Vai me dizer que tudo isso não vai dar em nada? A ideia de ser a minha primeira não mexe nem um pouquinho com você? Saber que todas as outras serão comparadas com você de certa forma?", o demoniozinho sabia o que estava fazendo, você pensou. Ele sabia que era um jogo de ganha-ganha.

Você posicionou na ponta da poltrona e abriu brevemente as pernas, realçando as coxas dentro da calça jeans. Levou as mãos nos botões, os abriu pacientemente, casinha por casinha enquanto era observada por um Wooyoung ainda processando suas ações.

"Tá bom, garoto. O negócio é o seguinte: se a gente fizer isso, vai ser do meu jeito, ok?", ele engoliu seco quando a ficha finalmente caiu e te ouviu atentamente. "Você tem camisinha?", ele balançou prontamente a cabeça várias vezes seguidas, "Tá esperando o quê? Vai buscar!"

Wooyoung correu na direção do quarto e você ouviu uma gaveta sendo remexida. Voltou de lá com menos velocidade, te assistindo e calculando quais deveriam ser os movimentos dele agora. “Vem cá”, você deu um tapinha na própria perna, separando-as um pouco mais e permitindo que ele se ajoelhasse entre elas. Os cabelos que caiam sob as pálpebras escondiam um olhar ansioso, como se analisasse alguns cenários dentro da cabeça. “Não precisa ficar nervoso”, disse, deslizando seu nariz na tez do rosto masculino, sentindo o cheiro bom. Beijou o canto da boca antes de pedir, “Me avisa se eu estiver indo rápido demais, ‘tá?”

Ele não teve tempo de resposta porque sua boca encontrou a dele no instante seguinte. Os olhos se fecharam em câmera lenta quando sentiu o calor e o sabor adocicado do seu hálito, relaxando com os dedos que se entrelaçam nos fios presos à nuca. Sua língua encontrou a dele em um carinho discreto, mas que foi seguido de um mais energético, invasivo. Por instinto se apoiou nas suas coxas e sentiu você fechá-las, o trazendo mais para si. Uma luz acendeu na cabeça dele quando sentiu seus seios o tocarem e os mamilos já duros roçarem contra o peito. Respirou fundo, tentando sugar seus lábios com mais força, mas foi impedido.

“Desabotoa minha camisa”, mandou e observou enquanto os dedos tremilicavam enquanto faziam o trabalho. Às vezes ele te olhava nos olhos, procurando algum sinal de desaprovação, e depois, quando observava os dois seios ainda presos dentro do sutiã, só desceu as alças e desabotoou o feixe quando você disse que podia. Ele estava te obedecendo bem.

Wooyoung sorriu quando finalmente os encarou e eles eram lindos, tão lindos quanto ele imaginava toda noite antes de dormir. Sua primeira reação foi segurá-los pela base e apertá-los com um pouco de firmeza, sorrindo. Ouviu você soltar o ar acompanhado de um barulho feito com a garganta, muito perto de um gemido e o membro dele, ainda tentando entender tantos estímulos, endureceu de uma vez. “Devagar”, a voz sólida o lembrou que ele precisava se comportar. Você segurou o dedão de cada mão sob os mamilos e projetou um círculo, mostrando o caminho, “Assim… Pode usar a boca de você quiser”, avisou, respirando ainda mais pesado quando ele repetiu o movimento como você tinha ensinado. A língua seguiu a mesma rota, espalhando um pouco de saliva na região, derretendo em calor com a maciez da sua pele e gemendo como se fosse ele quem estivesse sendo chupado. Você organizou os fios de cabelo de um rabo de cavalo e puxou a cabeça de Wooyoung para trás, em um tranco. “Olha pra mim”, disse e sentiu um chiado mais alto contra sua pele e ele abandonou seu seio para gemer em alto e bom som, os olhos transbordando em tesão. “Não sabia que você gostava desse tipo de coisa…”, sua voz saiu mais falsamente chocada do que você tinha planejado, “Você gosta quando puxam seu cabelo, é? Garotinho pervertido”, insinuou, o mantendo preso pela nuca, beijando a boca mais uma vez, sem pressa alguma.

Sua outra mão foi sem ressalvas para dentro da bermuda e, assim que você o segurou pela base, o membro vibrou e Wooyoung miou baixinho. “Por favor, acho que vou explodir...”, ele implorou, amolecendo pouco a pouco pelo seu o toque que subiu até a cabeça inchada. Você o assistiu respirando pesado por um tempo, com os olhinhos comprimidos de um prazer doloroso, simplesmente porque era tão bonito como ele padecia e entregava a você a relativa pureza que ainda tinha.

“Oh, meu bem…”, apontou suavemente, “Você não vai durar muito, vai?”, caçou do mais novo, e mesmo ciente disso, ele adorou como agora você se dirigia a ele de forma tão meiga. “Vem, agora é hora de cuidar de você”, e encostou no sofá atrás dele, o ajudando a tirar a peça de baixo e finalmente libertar o falo negligenciado. Você o tomou de novo, agora segurando com as duas mãos e massageando devagar, sorrindo satisfeita com como Wooyoung se contorcia.

Com as bochechas avermelhadas e a respiração descompassada, ele tentava formar frases que ele não conseguia nem mesmo configurar dentro da própria cabeça. “E-eu acho que vou…”, ele pretendia dizer quando te viu se inclinar em direção a virilha dele e cuspir na sua palma, fornecendo mais lubrificação para os movimentos que passaram a punheta-lo em diferentes direções. Por fim, só conseguiu chamar seu nome no meio de um suspiro desesperado.

“Calma, você não vai”, Wooyoung não sabia se você tinha dito aquilo para tranquilizá-lo ou era uma ordem. No final, o que o impediu de se desmanchar foi você ter cessado os toques para buscar a camisinha. Você abriu o pacote com o dente e o protegeu com cuidado, fazendo até essa pequena ação, com sua energia sisuda e compenetrada, parecer o gesto mais atraente para ele. “A gente não chegou até aqui pra você gozar na minha mão, né? Isso você consegue fazer sozinho”, e levantando-se rapidamente, desceu a calça e a peça íntima de uma vez, sendo seguida pelo olhar interessado dele para a sua intimidade, fazendo você se dar conta de que ele de fato nunca tinha visto algo assim.

Você se ajoelhou sob as coxas dele e segurando uma das mãos, levou dois dígitos para dentro da sua boca. Chupou, aplicando saliva nas digitais enquanto o assistia lutar com as próprias emoções sobre o que esse ato despertava nele e direcionou a mão para o meio das suas pernas. “Não vamos fazer isso hoje, mas quero que você sinta como é”, usou os dedos para fazê-lo conhecer a região, chiando baixinho entre os dentes por conta do toque desajeitado, e os olhos dele se esbugalharam, sentido o calor e a umidade da região, fornecendo material para a imaginação bastante fertil. “Da próxima vez eu vou te ensinar como eu gosto, tá bom?”

Wooyoung buscou sua boca porque sabia o que vinha a seguir. Você permitiu porque assim parecia mais fácil para ele. Enquanto o beijava, segurou o membro com uma das mãos e posicionou na entrada do seu sexo, encaixando com cuidado e o fazendo deslizar para dentro. As mãos dele seguravam sua cintura em um movimento rápido, confuso entre impedir que você continuasse e fazer com que você sentasse de uma vez. Quando você o fez, suas paredes o apertavam, o calor vindo de dentro de você, os pequenos deslocamentos em círculos que você fazia com a cintura para conseguir se encaixar melhor, tudo sobre o que vocês estavam fazendo ali o fez soltar um grunhido alto e visceral.

Você, que apesar de ter vivido isso antes, ainda tentava se acostumar com o volume dentro de si quando o pegou secando as lágrimas que cresciam nos cantos dos olhos. “Você… ‘Tá chorando?”

“Não! Não, eu só…”, ele tentou se explicar, mesmo sabendo que não conseguiria, “Eu… Eu não sei, pra falar verdade. Não sei o que deu em mim, é só que… É tão bom”, a vozinha pequena e magoada te deixou fraca e o estocada contida que Wooyoung te deu, em um espasmo involuntário, arrancou um gemido aflito. Ele não tinha ideia do que estava fazendo com você e você se perguntou se estava gostando disso mais do que deveria.

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LOVER, PLEASE STAY

chapter four

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

wc 4.3k

chapter warnings mentions of drug usage, wooyoung and yn have an argument / wooyoung breaks down

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“something’s wrong with wooyoung," san mentioned one morning while handing you a dish from beside you that you started washing. you shifted your gaze away from the sink and water and towards him as he leaned against the counter. his side pressed on it a bit more as he continued, "i don't know... but, you notice it, too. don’t you?" his breath came out in an exasperated exhale as he waited for your response.

you gazed down, wanting nothing more than to just focus on how the warm water poured on your hands. the moment was quiet for a few minutes, and your mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. the uncertainty, the silence, and the tension between you and wooyoung recently that was becoming more apparent with every passing day. the strain was starting to wear on you, and that was obvious to everyone around you. “it’s hard not to.” you finally answered after a few minutes of silence, and your voice was solemn and tired.

san frowned at your response, and his expression became more concerned. you could sense the distress in his voice. "do you think we should intervene? what if he ends up like—?“ he started to say, but you interrupted him.

"don't." you said, and your tone was firm. you knew what he was going to say, and you didn't want to hear or think about it. your mind was already spiraling enough, and you didn't need him adding more to it.

san remained silent, looking at you with a mixture of concern and confusion. "but what if..." he began to say but stopped himself, realizing that you already knew. you had already considered that possibility, and it was not something you wanted to think about any further.

“just drop it, okay?" you said, your voice more firm than before as you tried to stop the spiral of thought that was quickly starting to take hold.

san sighed, and the silence that followed weighed heavier than before. "i talked to seonghwa too, you know," he mention. the statement felt somewhat out of place and sudden, and it only added to the tension that surrounded you both. you could sense the strain and stress building up in his words, and you wondered what else he knew or had heard.

"he's worried," san continued, "and so are the rest... they know something's up too. all of them do. but if they ask me, i don't know if i should tell them or not. i mean, it's wooyoung’s own business. i can't just let the secret slip, but.." his voice trailed off, and he let out a long, tired exhale.

"...that’s exactly the problem," san continued, "it’s his own business, but we're all worried about him. i mean, he hasn't been himself for a while now. he’s more reserved, more distant, and there is this strange tension between him and the rest of us. like he's hiding something, or he's just... not there. not fully there."

when you finally became aware of your grip on the dish, the dishes in front of you had already become clean. you were so lost in your thoughts, your head overflowing with memories and worries, that you had failed to notice the mundane task you were supposed to be doing. "i know.." you whispered, because you did. and it pained you that you couldn’t do anything but watch wooyoung destroy himself, or at least that's what it felt like.

"and... and it hurts," you continued softly, as if the admission was too painful for you to keep silent any longer. "it hurts to see him like this, to see him become something... someone that he's not. to see him shut himself off from all of us, to close himself in his own world and not let anyone else in. it’s painful and exhausting."

"he’s like a shell of himself," you went on. "i mean, he's still wooyoung, but... he's not at the same time. and i know i shouldn't say this... but it feels like we've lost him. like the wooyoung we all knew is gone, and there's just... this shell of a person left."

san nodded as he listened to you. he saw the pain and worry in your eyes, and he knew that you needed reassurance. so he held his arms out for you, inviting a hug. "it’s gonna be okay," he tried to reassure the both of you, but he didn't seem so sure himself. it was clear from his tone that he was just as worried, just as unsure. but he needed to remain strong, he needed to believe that things would work out. after all, it had to.

you laid in your bed, staring up at your ceiling and reminiscing over memories. they were just that, memories. it felt like ages ago, it felt like a whole different world. you were weeping over someone who was still alive, and it made no sense. how did you mourn for someone who was still standing in front of you, with a heart still beating? with a breath still being taken at regular intervals? with thoughts that were still running through their head, and feelings that were still taking place in their veins?

you tried to ignore the tears that were threatening to pour at any moment. everything in your room was a reminder of wooyoung and who he used to be. you could see him across the hall in his own bedroom, but...was that really still him? his demeanor seemed to have changed so dramatically that it no longer resembled the person you fell in love with initially. he was becoming someone else, someone you didn't recognize. and you didn't know if you could handle it anymore.

hearing your phone buzz, you shifted to your side to grab it and take a look. it was hongjoong’s text, asking if you wanted to come to see a movie with him and seonghwa. you recalled the last time you spoke with him, and remembered the intensity of the conversation. sure, he was deeply worried about you and was telling you things you needed to hear that night. but it only made you want to hide more since it meant you had to acknowledge more that you and wooyoung were no longer the same.

you wanted to continue living in the blissful bubble you had created where the two of you were fine, and nothing had changed. but the more time you spent in that space, the more the realities of the situation began to sink in, and the more the cracks in your bubble started to appear. so you avoided talking about the truth for as long as you could, until it got to the point where you could no longer deny it.

“that’s your problem, yn!” hongjoong looked at you with a concerned expression as he stood in front of you with san and seonghwa who matched the same energy. they had seen the situation unfold before enough times to know better than to intervene or get in the way when hongjoong was like this.

as he continued, he spoke louder, like he was trying to get through to you. "you give yourself away to people who keep shoving those parts of you back into your hands," he ranted, becoming more frustrated with each word.

you looked at him with teary eyes, knowing the truth but not wanting to face it. “i know this isn’t what you want to hear but you need to hear this, yn. because i don’t know if you know this but putting a light inside the house your soul died in will not stop it from haunting you.” hongjoong looked at you and his words hit deeper than you expected

"you need to let that light go," he continued, his voice becoming even more impassioned. "you need to let go of the pain, the anger, the sadness, and the guilt that you've held onto for so long. you need to come to terms with the fact that the house is empty, the light is gone, and it is time for you to move on."

when you stopped denying the truth, you began to see things clearer. hongjoong was right, you knew. "you need to let that light go," he had said, but the light he was referring to wasn't a literal one. it was... wooyoung. your best friend was the light you needed to let go of, to come to terms with the fact that it was gone and that you would never get it back.

"you’ve been hiding behind it for too long, too scared to let go," hongjoong persisted, "because if you let go, you would have to face the darkness that has clouded your mind, the feelings that you've been avoiding and refusing to acknowledge. it will be painful, it will be difficult. but it's the only way for you to truly heal."

you remained frozen in silence as hongjoong continued to speak, his words hitting home and piercing you with a truth that you had been actively avoiding. he was right, everything he said was true.

"hongjoong, that's enough," seonghwa’s gentle voice cut through the tension, calling for the confrontation to end. you glanced up and saw his reassuring hand placed gently on hongjoong’s shoulder.

"she’s dealt with enough," he continued. "she doesn't need to hear more, nor does she need to listen to any more harsh words."

as you spoke, your voice became thick, choked by the lump in your throat. "i just... don't want him to think i gave up on him."

"i don't want wooyoung to think i didn't give it my all..." your voice trailed off as you began to choke up. "but i..." you stopped, unable to continue as your tears continued to flow. "i just," you sighed, "i can't give up on him."

your voice cracked with every breath you took, and the tears continued to flow as the pain of realizing how impossible the situation had gotten began to sink in. "i know... i won't... give up on him," you whispered through your sniffles, your throat tight and your heart heavy.

later that night, you were cleaning up around the living space when you saw wooyoung stumbling in, clearly just waking up. you spoke softly to show that you knew he was there, and he grumbled in response. you exchanged a glance with him, noticing his disheveled appearance, and the dark circles under his eyes.

"are you alright?" you asked softly, his response was a grunt, followed by another grunt as he proceeded toward his room without a word. you followed him with your eyes, feeling guilty for asking him anything at all.

you watched as he stumbled back into his room, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart. you knew he was going through a difficult time, and here you were asking him if he was okay. of course, he wasn't. and you knew that. but what else could you have done? you wanted to speak with him, to see him, to try and be there for him. but he didn't want to speak with you.

after he went into his room, you slowly continued cleaning up the shared space. you couldn't quite bring yourself to go to bed yet, even though you were exhausted. you took care to make sure things were as tidy and clean as they could be, despite the mess that was in your mind. your heart continued to ache with guilt and sadness for your best friend, and you wondered if there was anything you could have done to help him.

you decided to try one more time, gathering your courage and taking your time to slice his favorite fruits like you always did in the past when he was sad. you made your way into his dark room and saw that it was a mess, but you ignored the clutter and scattered clothing. you simply placed the plate of fruit on his bedside table and made a quiet retreat, just leaving the plate of fruit with him and not trying to talk to him again.

as you prepared to exit the room, your eyes scanned the entire space. your heart skipped a beat as your gaze landed on the small ziplock baggie in the corner. you tried to ignore it and pretend as if your mind was playing tricks on you. but you knew that it was real. you saw the tiny powder-like stains beneath the baggies, and you knew that it was more than just a reflection of the light.

you couldn't ignore the small pile of bags on the nightstand. instead, you found your eyes drawn to them, watching the glint of light off the powder-like stains beneath them. you knew what this was, and a chill ran down your spine as you finally accepted the truth. wooyoung's struggles were evident in the things he kept so hidden from you, the substance he kept close by.

it suddenly became very clear to you why wooyoung had been acting the way he had lately. his secretive behavior, the late nights, the withdrawn attitude. everything made sense now.

the truth hit you like a wave of ice-cold water. wooyoung had been using drugs. you had been blind to the signs and the warnings, but this was the confirmation you had been avoiding. and now, you couldn't avoid the reality anymore.

the shock slowly turned into sadness, like a weight settling in your stomach as you stood there, staring at the baggie of drugs on his nightstand. you were numb, frozen on the spot as you processed this revelation. wooyoung had always been so responsible, so sensible, so protective of you. never in a million years would you have imagined him turning to drugs to cope with his problems.

as you were about to leave the room, you were caught off guard by the sudden sound of wooyoung's voice. "you're... not supposed to see those," he rasped out, sounding exhausted and annoyed. you jumped a little at the sudden sound and his harsh tone, feeling like you'd been caught red-handed even though you knew you had every right to go into his room.

he sighed and sat up slowly, the mattress squeaking beneath his movement. "they’re just for me," wooyoung said in a low voice, his tone turning defensive. "they... they help me... cope," he continued, his voice trailing off at the end as he looked away from you. you noticed how he avoided your eyes, instead focusing on the floor below.

wooyoung’s words hung heavy in the air. they were clearly a crutch for him, helping him to cope with the pressures of life. but it was clear that they did little more than numb him. you watched as his eyes darted around the room as if he was nervous about something. his eyes flitted between the zipper bags on his nightstand, and he seemed like he wanted to say something more, but he stopped himself.

the tension in the air was palpable, and you could sense the heaviness in his breath. you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what he wanted to say but couldn't.

“i can't let you keep destroying yourself, woo”, you said, your voice soft and compassionate. you didn't want to lecture him, you just tried your best to help him see the harm he was doing to himself. but he resisted your words, pushing back with his own defensiveness.

"please, just... let me have this," wooyoung said, a sharp edge to his tone. "don’t try and take this away from me, don't try and protect me. i’m fine, really. i can handle this," he snapped, his tone growing more frustrated. he didn't want you to interfere, didn't want you to try and protect him. he wanted to handle it on his own.

as you watched him, your heart broke even further. he wasn't fine, he wasn't handling it, he was using drugs to cope with his pain. and you were afraid of what would happen if he continued this way. wooyoung's eyes met yours, sharp with his anger, as he continued to resist your words. "don’t you trust me?" he said, suddenly looking more fragile than before.

"don’t you dare say that." you glared at him, feeling your anger rising as you struggled to control yourself. "you know i trust you, but i don't trust that..." you gestured to the baggies on his nightstand, your words heavy in the air. you could feel his defensiveness intensifying, a wall of bitterness rising as he felt he was being accused.

"you’re going to preach to me now, aren't you?" wooyoung glared at you, his frustration clear in his words. "tell me all about how drugs are bad, how they hurt our bodies, how they damage our brains, how they can't fill the void inside of us... is that what you're gonna say?"

wooyoung's glare was intense, his words dripping with hostility as he began to lash out. he knew how he used drugs to cope had been irresponsible and harmful, but he didn't want to be lectured about it. he felt defensive and angry, and he was not going to back down from this argument.

"so you just go right ahead and pretend as if it's not a problem." wooyoung continued, his frustration growing as he glared at you. "you know damn well that they help me cope, that they fill the void i feel inside of me. they make me feel numb, but at least i don't feel anything at all when i’m like this. so just let me have this, and stop trying to interfere."

you could feel your shoulders shaking, your eyes growing damp with tears as you looked at him. "what the hell happened to you, wooyoung?" you choked out the question, your throat clogging with emotion as you struggled to hold it together. you wanted to understand... you wanted to help him.

you saw his expression harden even further as he looked at you, his eyes no longer filled with anger, but rather something closer to contempt. as you choked back your tears, you realized that he seemed to think you were being dramatic. he didn't see the severity of his situation, didn't want to acknowledge that he was falling apart in front of you. your throat tightened as your eyes burned from the fight and the tears that were starting to fall.

you felt something growing inside of you as he stared at you with contempt. anger? hurt? you were feeling these emotions clash with one another as your eyes blurred with moisture. you wanted to yell that you cared about him, that you were just trying to help... but you knew it would fall on deaf ears. instead, you stayed silent, trying to hold back your sobs. it was like he didn't trust you anymore.

"oh... you're crying now, are you?" wooyoung said, his tone cutting and cold. "so you really do enjoy drama then, don't you? you want to try and make me feel worse than i already do, huh? well, you're not going to succeed, so save your tears for someone who cares."

his words stung, hitting everything that was vulnerable and painful inside you. you knew he knew what to say, which string he needed to tug on in order to hurt you the most. you tried to speak, but your voice shook and came out in a whisper. "stop." you tried to be stern, to defend yourself, but you knew that your defenses were crumbling away.

wooyoung smirked at you, and you wanted to slap him for the cruel way he was behaving. he seemed to be taking pleasure in the way he was hurting you, in the way he was tearing you down. he wasn't even hiding the fact that he knew exactly how to bring you down and tear you apart. he seemed to be enjoying it.

there was no holding back now, no restraint. your voice shot up in volume even as you tried to bite it back. "what have i ever done to you?" you looked at him, your eyes burning and your heart racing wildly. "what the hell have i done to deserve this?"

wooyoung stared at you, his eyes narrowing. he seemed to be considering the weight of your words, trying to decide if he wanted to answer honestly. after a moment, he seemed to just decide to be blunt with you. "you’ve never done anything to me," he finally replied simply.

"that's the thing," wooyoung said, his attitude finally starting to soften. "you haven't done a damn thing to me." he had finally stopped fighting back, and his tone had changed from one of anger and aggression to one that was just... tired.

"you’ve just... been there. being my friend. caring for me.. loving me." wooyoung’s voice cracked at the last word, and he seemed to be trying to control himself from breaking down.

"and what do you get out of it?" he took a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes. "me falling apart on drugs, making you cry, treating you like crap? is that what you deserve from your friend?"

he quickly cut you off when you began to open your mouth, stopping you from making any excuses for him. "don’t you start with the whole excuses for me, yn," he said. his tone was harsh, like a snapping order. he seemed to be trying to hold on to the last shred of his composure.

"please." his voice cracked on the last word, and his eyes suddenly filled with pain and sorrow. you could see the pain of his life finally coming to surface... the sadness and hopelessness that had been buried under the drugs and the denial finally coming back to haunt him.

he was so vulnerable, so fragile in this moment, and you couldn't help but feel heartbroken for him. the thought of him hurting like this, of him being so miserable and lost and alone, all because of the drugs and the denial, was unbearable. you wanted to reach out and comfort him, to hold him close and wipe away his pain, but you didn't know how.

"i know i’m not perfect, i know i’ve done things... i’ve hurt you..." wooyoung’s voice cracked and he paused, trying to collect himself. "i just... i’m so tired. i’m so tired of fighting, of trying to keep things together, of being in pain..."

he looked at you, and his eyes were filled with raw emotion.

"i don't want to give up on us," he continued. "you’ve been here for me... through everything... please don't give up on me."

wooyoung seemed to be opening up to you again, letting his walls down and showing you the real him. the one who was tired, scared, and scared of losing you. the one who was afraid of being alone. he looked at you, begging you to stay with him, not to give up on him like everyone else. he needed you.

“i can’t give up on you even if i tried,” your voice was quiet as you spoke this to him

"i know you can't give up on me, but i just don't know if i can... keep on like this." he seemed so miserable and exhausted, like he was on the brink of collapse. "i’m so tired," he continued, his voice shaking. "so tired of all the stress and anxiety and the fear of what's to come... i just..."

he paused again, as if trying to find the words to say all the things he was feeling. "i just don't have the strength to do this anymore," he finally admitted. "i’m tired of carrying all this weight on my shoulders, of pretending like everything is okay, when it's not... i’m just... i’m so fucking tired."

the words were pouring out of him, as if he had been holding them inside for a long time. the exhaustion and the pain, the weight and the worry, the fear and the grief... it was all finally coming out. his voice cracked, and he seemed to be fighting back the tears that were welling in his eyes.

wooyoung broke down finally, sobbing as his arms tremblingly folded around his torso. his body was racked with a mixture of sadness and pain, as he let the weight of his emotions finally take over. "i don't want to drag you down with me," he said, his voice trembling. "but i’m so damn selfish. you see, i’m so selfish that..." his words were beginning to be muffled, and he seemed to be struggling to continue.

"i don't want to lose you," he suddenly mumbled, his cheeks soaked with tears. "i’m so selfish that i don't want to let you go, that i keep dragging you down with me even though i know it's destroying you too... i know it's wrong, i know it's so damn selfish, but i can't let go..."

wooyoung was crying hard, openly and unapologetically. he was a mess of emotion, of hurt and fear and sorrow and pain. he didn't like the way he was hurting you, but he didn't know how to stop. he was stuck in this cycle of self-destruction, and he couldn't see a way out.

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Tease - J.Wy

Pairing: Wooyoung x afab!reader

Genre: smut, fluff(I guess a bit at the end)

Warnings: not proof read, fingering, unprotected sex, a bit of marking, daddy kink, creampie, dirty talk, praising, petnames(baby, kitten) (I think that’s about it)

Wc: 1.8k Words

a/n: hi:) its been so long since I last posted a fic but hope you like it<3 enjoyyy;-;

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You gasped softly when you felt Wooyoung’s breath fan your neck as his arms snaked around your hips securely, “You surprised me,” you said and he giggles, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I thought I told you I would wash the dishes,” he pouts and you laugh, “Its okay woo,” you reply and there was no longer a response, there was only the sound of you doing the dishes and Wooyoung’s breath fanning your neck.

“Babe...” he whispers, his voice had gotten a few octaves lower and his arms were wrapped tighter around your waist. You hum in response and he didn’t answer, you just shrugged it off with the assumption of thinking he was just being clingy which wouldn’t be surprising because Wooyoung is a naturally clingy person whose love language would be skinship.

He started playing with the hem of your (his actually) oversized t-shirt, again, you thought nothing of it, just playing it off as his nature of being playful and touchy.

But then, a gasp leaves your mouth when his hands start to rake up your shirt to cup your breasts, “Woo?” you look at your shoulder, he just gives you a small smile and started kissing your shoulders.

“Can you atleast say somethi-” the man didn’t give you a chance to finish your question when he suddenly pulls the lower part of your body against his, his hard on pressed against your ass.

“I want you...” he kisses up your neck and stops when his lips reaches just below your ears, “so fucking bad,” he whispers as he nibbles on your earlobe. Your heart started beating faster, “Now you’re the one who is silent,” he huffs out a laugh.

“We just...finished...” your cheeks were tinted pink feeling shy all of a sudden, he had just finished fucking you in the bedroom and was already up for more, “I just can’t get of this pretty pussy baby,” he says with a sultry tone biting into your shoulders.

One of his hands remained on your breast massaging the flesh while his free hand snakes down your stomach to the place between your legs, you hum when he started spreading the arousal that started to ooze out of your hole with his fingers.

“Already so wet,” he says now nipping on the flesh of your neck and sucking it, Wooyoung was one who always made sure he left atleast one mark on you, easy to see or not.

You simply let him continue his ministrations on you, pleasure starting to take over you as well when he started rubbing your clit, “You like that?” he asks and you nod, moaning quietly.

“God I just need to be in that pussy,” Wooyoung growls and a yelp leaves your mouth when his hands dig in your waist to pull your hips closer to his. “W-woo...it’s embarrassing like this,” you muttered while you started blushing, realizing you’re in quite a difficult position when you heard shuffling behind you which you could assume was Wooyoung taking off his sweatpants.

“What’s embarrassing baby? Awww you’re shy as if you just didn’t moan my name out for all the neighbours to hear, that too so early in the morning,” he teased further clicking his tongue.

You felt your cheeks burning up even more, not thinking of what the nosy neighbors will wonder what you guys have been doing, nor about what they would think of you, your mind was fogged up with the thought of Wooyoung fucking you, causing you to clench on nothing.

“Now be a good girl and bend over for daddy,” his voice was low and deep, a stark contrast to his usually squeaky and loud one, causing goosebumps to scatter all over your body, you felt extremely hot, literally, and you slowly then bend down. You could already feel him smirking in satisfaction, “What a good kitten” you blushed at the petname.

A whimper leaves your mouth while Wooyoung groans lowly when he starts rubbing his tip along your wet folds.

“Woo-” you moaned when a loud smack was delivered to your ass eliciting a moan from you, “It’s daddy for you baby,” he chuckles darkly and you nod.

“D-daddy...” you spoke weakly, yes, you were already weak without him actually being inside you yet, but you suppose that’s the affect Wooyoung has on you, that little shit, he knows just what he is doing as well as the effect he has on you, perhaps you could blame it on the big ass ego he had.

Goosebumps scattered across your skin when his hand went back to your clit, all while running his length along your folds to collect your essence, mixing it with his own pre-cum.

He no longer said anything, only bottoming out in you immediately, “Fuck...” he cursed and you let out a long sigh feeling his cock fill you up so deliciously. He didn’t even give you time to adjust (not like you needed to anyway given that you guys just fucked about half an ago) and he just started moving, slowly at first of course, he himself wanted to savour the feeling of you tight walls clenching around him.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” he chuckled lowly as he kept moving his hips, you bit on your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans, which you’re not even sure why, as if your entire neighborhood didn’t hear you already.

This was quickly caught onto by Wooyoung though, he now had a tight grip on your jaw, and making you face towards him, he had a shit eating grin when he saw your fucked up expression.

“That’s right, look at me,” he says as you watched him with pleading eyes, which he knew were begging him to move faster, “Already so fucked up baby?” he coos at you, you nod.

“Woo...f-faster...” you breathed out and he lifts his eyebrow teasingly, “Oh? What’s that? You want me to fuck your tight little hole faster?” he teases and you nod frantically, not even letting the fact that this little shit was being his usual teasing self bother you anymore.

“I need clearer words baby,” he says, releasing his hold on your jaw and snaking his hand down to your clit. You try your best to not be distracted by how his fingers were rubbing circles on your clit to form atleast a few words.

“Daddy, p-please fuck m-me faste-” he didn’t give you a chance to finish your sentence (which you worked oh so hard to form) when he suddenly delivered a sharp thrust in you.

A loud moan leaves your mouth and he leans down to your shoulders, “That’s a good girl, now don’t hesitate, let me hear you,” he whispers peppering kisses along your shoulder blades.

At this point, what Wooyoung says, you obey, you want to be a good girl for him.

He continues hammering into your sopping cunt as a chorus of moans leaves your mouth, your thighs shook feeling your high coming faintly, the feeling of his cock in you, his fingers on your clit and the wet kisses he trailed along your skin was too much to handle.

Wooyoung panted and his breath fans against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine, the hold on your hips was tight as he kept fucking you at a fast pace, “You feel so fucking good baby,” he praises you and you felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in your stomach, you loved being praised at times like this and Wooyoung knows, sometimes you would think he knows you more than you know yourself, whether it be sex wise or not.

“Mhmmm daddy, I wanna cum,” you whine moving your hips against him and he chuckles, “Don’t worry baby, you’re doing so good for me, you’ll cum all you want,” he says and you whine when his fingers leave your clit.

“Shh baby, shh I’m gonna make you feel good,” he assures you and you simply hum. You try to hold yourself up with your legs quivering that made even doing that hard, while Wooyoung’s other hand was also now on your hips.

His nails dug into your skin as he gripped you on your hips tightly, “I want you to milk out every drop of cum from me baby girl,” he says stopping his movements for a while.

You moan in response and he didn’t say anything further, not like he needed to, nothing needed to be said, you both just needed to chase your highs at this point.

Then he started to once again thrust into you, this time at an even much faster pace, one that had your breasts bouncing, moaning loudly and that made your mind hazy, you clenched around him momentarily making him groan, but not stopping to hammer into you.

“Daddy! I’m so close,” you inform him and he lets out a grunt, delivering sharp thrusts in your abused hole with much vigor and speed. “Fuck- me too- let’s cum together,” he says, his thrusts got a bit more sloppy now, he waited for the time when you both would orgasm, he knew he was gonna cum if he went any faster.

Your high was dangerously close and choked moans left your mouth, “Yes! Oh god yes I’m cumming!” you screamed in pleasure. You saw white as you finally release your electrifying orgasm, and at the same time you felt his warm seeds fill your wet and abused hole.

You both panted, catching your breaths and Wooyoung pulls out, staring at the cum filled hole of yours, a mixture of yours and his release flowing down along your inner thighs, feeling proud of himself of how much release there was.

“Holy fuck,” you panted and Wooyoung huffs out a laugh, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, and you hold onto Wooyoung’s arm, still feeling your thighs quiver, “I swear Jung Wooyoung sometimes I find you and your sex drive unbelievable,” you said pouting at him.

He only smirks, “Atleast I have you screaming in pleasure,” he states proudly and you gasp softly punching his arm, you yelp when he suddenly carried you bridal style, the dishes long forgotten at this point.

“I didn’t know you had the strength to carry me,” you said, linking your fingers being his neck, staring at him while quirking your eyebrows at him with a dopey smile.

“You underestimate me baby, now let’s go shower together,” he plants a kiss to your forehead, “Can I assume that it doesn’t end up on you getting hard and us fucking again,” you say and Wooyoung’s gaze on you turns dark, one you could easily know was filled with lust, then he drags his tongue across his lips slowly.

“Why don’t we find out?”

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 4

Pairing: CEO! Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Suggestive, Smut

CW: Degrading, teasing, bit of groping.

Word Count: 5366

Summary: Work life is just about to get even more interesting. Just be careful of what you do and where and most importantly who...you just don’t know what might happen.

a/n: Happy birthday to our best boy and my ult bias Jung Wooyoung 🥳

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Pinned between Wooyoung and his desk to the point the hard wood of the furniture digging into your lower back, not that you were taking any notice, your full attention was on the man in front of you, Jung Wooyoung, CEO of Ocean Media, your boss. His lips moulding to yours like they were made specially for you and only you, the mild taste of mint on your tongue as his fights yours for dominance in the heated kiss that had commenced. His large veiny hands wandering over every part of you they could reach, gripping your hips, then your waist, one hand trailing to grope at your breast as you moan into the kiss, wetness pooling at your core with every touch he gave you.

You were so intoxicated by him you didn’t realise he pulled away from you until your cheek made contact with the hard wood of his desk, his hands lightly trailing their way down your spine before tightly squeezing your ass.

“Such a pretty slut.” Wooyoung purred loving the way you were reacting to his touch, your small whines and gasps filling his office. Stroking your ass his fingers found their way to the hem of your skirt pulling it up to reveal your bare ass.

“No panties? It’s like you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Please Mr Jung...Please fuck me.” You beg, you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, you’d do anything in your power right now just to be filled with his cock.

“Such a needy whore, you want to be fucked that bad you’re begging for it already.” He chuckled lowly giving your ass a firm slap which made you moan into your hand, the sting arousing you even more. The faint sound of a belt could be heard behind you followed by the sound of Wooyoung lowering his zipper. You attempt to turn your head to look at him but you’re stopped instantly by his hand on the back of your neck holding you in place. You feel him start to tease you with the tip of his cock, gliding it between your folds collecting the arousal that was dripping from you before finally...

“Hey, you good? Class is over and you haven’t budged.” You were ripped from your daydream by your classmate just as it was getting interesting. You looked around to see that majority of the class had already left while the rest stood packing their stuff away as fast as they could.

“Yeah, sorry I was miles away.” You chuckle shoving your things in your bag heading out from the lecture hall.

It was that time of the week again, time where you had to sit through lectures that went on for hours, lectures you wanted to pay attention to so much but lately you couldn’t. A few weeks ago you never would have thought you’d find yourself staring into space instead of rushing to take as many notes as you could before the lecture ended. A few weeks ago you were the student everyone in their heads wanted to be, acing every test, books full of colourful detailed notes and the work ethic of a workaholic, you were the perfect student. Not any more. Since you started your internship your attention in lectures started to diminish quickly.

You look down at the notes you attempted to take, you started off strong, your usual note taking format was in full swing but then you noticed how your writing became sloppier and sloppier the further you went down the page until your notes became indecipherable, letters merging together looking more like scribbles than words. Right now you didn’t care but future you will be cursing you out for being so careless. It wasn’t long before your mind had wandered off completely, notes abandoned as you stare off at nothing. The only thing you could find yourself thinking about was your boss Jung Wooyoung, but more specifically the events of yesterday.

You never expected Wooyoung to act the way he did towards you, the day of your interview you shrugged off, the memory of the club still fresh in both of your minds but yesterday you thought everything would have turned normal, professional even. The more you thought about him you started to feel your skin tingle everywhere he touched you, you thought you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face again as you remembered how he held you close to his chest by your hips the moment you tripped. The more the memory stews in your brain the more you begin to kick yourself for not acting on it, you had ample opportunity, Wooyoung was practically handing you a good fuck on a silver plate and all you did was push it away. As much as you wanted to be bent over his desk you tried your damnedest to control yourself, your future career could be on the line and all because your boss turned you into a horny teenager again.

Your mind left Wooyoung for a moment to recount the conversation you had with Clio when you got home. She was convinced just from the way Wooyoung was with you that you were already sleeping together. You remember her saying “Well if you’re not gonna sleep with him I’ll sure as hell try my luck.” Knowing Clio if she was in your situation she probably would be able to go through with it without a second thought, but what if you were like Clio for once? You started to daydream about what it would be like to finally give into your desires, to finally have Wooyoung touch you in the way you craved him to, to see what he was hiding away under that expensive tailored suit of his.

Walking into your shared apartment you let out a frustrated groan as you flick through you book of unsuccessful notes.

“Hey girl what’s up, what’s got you so pissy?” Clio calls in her usual upbeat manner. You throw your notebook down the the coffee table before collapsing onto the couch, face in your hands as you try to work out how the hell you’re going to make it through the semester, never mind the whole damn year.

“Do you want a coffee, no offence you look like you need one.” You slump back on the the couch, head tilted so you were staring at the ceiling.

“Coffee would be great right now, thanks.” Skipping into the kitchen Clio quickly whipped you up a large mug of coffee before joining you on the couch. After waiting for you to take your first sip she digs to find out what’s wrong.

“Now Y/n, what’s up, what happened?”

“Nothing happened, I’m just a little annoyed. I can’t concentrate in class anymore, my notes are practically non-existent, take a look.” You say as you lean forward grabbing your notebook passing it to Clio so she could see how bad it was.

“Ummm, Y/n, what does this say?” She asks pointing to one of the last words you managed to scribble down.

“See that’s my point, I don’t even know what that says and I wrote it. How am I gonna get through the semester if I can’t even understand my own notes?” Clio gave you a slightly worried look, she knew what this course meant to you and if you fail there was a good chance you’d lose your internship at your dream job and that was the last thing she wanted for you.

“When did this all start? What’s got you so distracted you can’t concentrate in class?” You tired to piece together in your head how you were going to explain it to her, you didn’t want to outright say you spent your time in class imagining yourself being bent over your boss’ desk while he rails you into next week.

“Well I guess since the job interview, I guess it could be stress of trying to make a good impression.” You lied and based on the look Clio gave you she wasn’t buying it.

“Really? You’re stressed about making a good impression?”

“What else would it be?” You ask quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Well if you ask me I think it has something to do with that hot boss of yours.” You kept as much of a deadpan face as you could, she was spot on but you couldn’t give in that quickly.

“And why would you think that?” Clio’s laugh filled the room.

“You’re not seriously asking that. I saw the two of you yesterday.”

“Clio you didn’t see anything because nothing happened, nothing is happening.” You argued back.

“Yet, nothing is happening yet. You two reek of sexual tension, wake up and smell the coffee y/n, he wants you just as much as you want him so why not give in for once and just get it over with, even if it’s a one time thing at least the tension will be gone.” As much as you hated to admit it, Clio was right. You and Wooyoung couldn’t be in the same room together without stealing glances at each other and small touches here and there followed by a forward comment from Wooyoung.

“Okay and hypothetically if I did want to sleep with Wooyoung I still couldn’t I could risk my job. It’s not very professional for an intern to fuck her boss Clio and even then what if he really doesn’t want to sleep with me and the way he acts is just him being himself, I saw how he interacted with his secretary yesterday, the way he spoke to her and the way she seemed to flirt back, it’s gotta just be the way he is.” She gave you a slightly defeated frown realising you had a point. The cogs turned in her head as she tried to hatch a plan for you.

“I’ve got it! There’s nothing wrong with a bit of indirect teasing, just small things you know, shit like bending down in front of him and what not. Test the waters, see where you stand with him.” It was a good plan and what made it better was you were working alongside him for the foreseeable future making opportunities plentiful.

-The Next Day -

You’d gone about your usual morning routine, slowly dragging yourself out of bed to grab your morning coffee. Entering the kitchen you realise how quiet it is, Clio must have left early for class, unlike her but you’re proud of her for making the effort. With Clio on your mind you can’t help but run through the conversation the both of you had the night before as you stand in the kitchen slowly sipping your coffee. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of indirect teasing.” You smile to yourself thinking over how you could possibly go about doing such a thing without making it look like you’re doing it on purpose.

You were ready to drop the whole idea and opt to go for the usual day at work but that was until you started to sift through your closet. Pulling out a white button up and throwing it on the bed you needed something to pair it with, and there it was, the item of clothing that would help you go through with your plan. You pull out the skirt that caught your eye, a small black pencil skirt, you’d only worn it a handful of times since you’d bought it but now it looks like it was going to be your new favourite item of clothing.

Looking yourself over in the mirror you felt something was missing. The skirt was doing wonders, coming up a little above the knee and form fitting to show off every curve but it wasn’t enough. You scan over your room looking for what could be the finishing touch, sifting through your closet again to no avail and moving to your drawers. Your eyes lit up when you found a pair of long forgotten lace stockings you’d worn as part of a Halloween costume one year and never wore again. They came up to the thigh, long enough to be hidden by the skirt so you could pull off the facade of tights. That was it, that was the finishing touch, looking over the outfit you were happy with what you saw, it looked professional but also a tad bit sexy.

Walking into the office no one batted an eye at how you looked which was a good sign, it was discreet. You made a quick stop at your office to grab some supplies before reluctantly heading over to Amber’s desk, you don’t know what it was about her but there was something you didn’t like about her, sure she was nice enough but your instincts told you to watch out.

“Good morning Y/n.” Amber greeted you with a false smile.

“Hi Amber, is Mr Jung in his office?” The smug smirk she gave you made your blood boil.

“Oh you don’t know? I’m sorry Mr Jung got called into a meeting this morning and he’s not due back until after lunch.” If this information was given to you by anyone else you’d have just nodded and gone off to find something else to crack on with until he was back, but it didn’t come from anyone else. The way she spoke to you she sounded like those popular girls at school who thought they were hot shit for being close with the jocks, real pick-me-girl attitude, it seemed she was loving the fact she knew something about Wooyoung that you didn’t.

“Okay no worries, I’ll go look over my notes until he’s back, thanks Amber.” Your calm and sweet tone of voice made Amber’s act falter for a second, not liking how unaffected you were, her eyes burning into the back of your head as you walked off back to your office.

The time dragged as you looked over your pages and pages of notes, scribbling more down as ideas and small thoughts came to mind that you thought could be important to bring up later. Glancing at your phone you saw it was close to lunch and honestly you couldn’t wait, your stomach had been growling at you for the best part of an hour. Adding another sticky note to the page you were on your flow was interrupted by a light knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out not bothering to look up.

“Hey girlie, I brought lunch.” Clio sings in her cheery manor.

“What are you doing here?” You laugh thanking your lucky stars.

“I just told you I brought lunch, I had some free time so I thought I’d pop over and visit you.” You will never know what heroic acts you did in your past life to deserve a best friend like Clio, she really was something else.

“Thanks Clio, come on I’ll show you to the break room.”

Clio looked just like you did on the day of your interview, her eyes like saucers as she looked at every inch of her surroundings.

“This place is huge.” Clio exclaims taking a seat with you at a small table in the break room.

“How do you know where you’re going, this place is like a maze.” You can’t help but laugh as you watch her take everything in.

“I don’t really, for now I only spend time in 3 rooms so as long as I know how to get to them I’m okay for now.” Clio looks at you a little puzzled, she’d gathered 2 out of the 3 rooms you were talking about were your office and the break room.

“And the third room is?”

“Mr Jung’s office.” You say nonchalantly taking a bite of the pasta dish Clio brought you. Her mouth hung open in surprise, not moving an inch. The silence became suspicious making you slowly look up at her gawping face.

“What?”

“HIS O...” You quickly covered her mouth with your hand to stop her screaming out, you guys weren’t in your apartment you were at work the last thing you needed was her screaming, ESPECIALLY about Wooyoung.

“Clio shut up!” You hiss slowly bringing your hand away from her.

“You’re telling me you’ve been to his office since the interview?” She yells quietly, looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was listening in.

“Yes, he gave me my first project and wanted me to work alongside him for it.” You could see Clio was ready to burst, but luckily for you she was interrupted.

“Hey, y/n I was just...” Hongjoong stopped mid sentence when his eyes fell on Clio, curiosity filling his eyes.

“Hi, I’m Hongjoong.” He smiled holding his hand out for Clio to shake.

“I’m Clio.” You were surprised by how quiet she’d gone, her voice hushed and a light shade of pink covering her cheeks as she shakes the man’s hand.

“Nice to meet you Clio, so what are you ladies talking about?” Hongjoong asks taking a seat next to you, his eyes never leaving your roommate’s.

“Oh you know...girl stuff.” You smile shooting Clio a knowing look silently telling her to keep her mouth shut.

“I swear to god if you’re talking about periods or whatever then I’m leaving, I don’t need to know that stuff.” You can Clio erupt into laughter watch his face contort in disgust.

“Nothing like that, you’re safe.”

To your dismay lunch flew by, the hour felt more like 10 minutes.

“I best be heading off, Mr Jung is due back from his meeting and we need to get this work done.” You sigh going over to wash your food container.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” Clio announces getting up from her seat and making her way over to you.

“Have fun with Mr hot stuff.” She giggles placing a light friendly kiss to your cheek.

“See you later.” You roll your eyes at her choice of words and mentally pray no one heard her.

“Y/n?” Hongjoong asks walking over to you.

“Can you tell me more about your friend?” You raise your eyebrow at the man who stands next to you fiddling with his fingers.

“Well I’ve known Clio since we were kids, we met in school and have been best friends since. We got into the same university and now were roommates.” Hongjoong nods next to you nodding his head taking in what you’re saying.

“I know this is sudden but by any chance can I have her number?” Your eyes widen turning your full attention to him.

“You want Clio’s number?”

“I...I just thought she was really pretty, I want to get to know her a little better.” You’ve never seen Hongjoong look so shy, he’s usually so cocky and lively.

“Give me your phone.” You smile rolling your eyes at him, watching as he quickly fishes it out of his pocket placing it in your hands in a heart beat. You create a contact and punch in Clio’s number for him, locking the phone once you were done.

“No funny business Mr Kim.” You joke holding the phone away from him.

“I won’t I promise.”

You took the short walk back to your office to gather your supplies once again, your cheeks going a little warm knowing now was the time to put the “teasing” to the test. You grimace for a second realising you had to speak to Amber again but 2 seconds wasn’t going to kill you.

“Hi Amber, is Mr Jung back from his meeting yet?” You got the feeling Amber felt the same way when it came to talking to you as well.

“Yes, he’s in his office, I’ll let him know you’re coming.” and with that you made your way down the small corridor to his office.

Stopping at the door you took a deep breath patting down your skirt making sure it was tidy, then something lit up like a lightbulb in your brain. Your eyes trailed downwards to your shirt, a small smirk creeping onto your face as you toyed with the idea.

“Fuck it.” You whisper to yourself, fingers coming up to undo the top button of your shirt before smoothing it out. It was a small detail, the opening not low enough to really show anything but just low enough that, giving his height, Wooyoung would be able to catch a glimpse of your cleavage. This was so out of character for you but Clio’s words had been ringing in your head all day and you had to agree, what was wrong with a little harmless teasing?

Knocking on the door you slowly open it stepping into the large office.

“Good afternoon, how was your meeting?” You ask making slight small talk.

“A bore as usual all numbers and...” Turning around in his chair Wooyoung lost all trail of thought as his eyes scanned over your figure. Your skin heated up as you felt where his eyes dragged over. Hiding your smirk you stepped towards the desk, bending down slightly to hand him the notebook you’d been working in all morning, your idea working perfectly, giving Wooyoung a small glimpse at what you were hiding.

“I made some more notes I thought you might want to take a look.” You smile feigning ignorance to what you were doing to him.

Taking the book he calmly scanned through what you had written, nodding as he went along liking what you’d come up with, his attention breaking away from the writing momentarily, watching from the corner of his eye as you walk over to his side.

“These are some good ideas, when did you do all of this?”

“I asked Amber if you were in this morning but she said you were in a meeting so I made myself busy looking through what we already did and voilà ideas came to mind.” Smirking at you he slid the book across the desk back to you.

“You’re not just a pretty face, solid head on your shoulders...Well I knew that anyway.” Playing into his words you shot him a coy smile.

“Pretty face huh?” Wooyoung got to his feet, standing in front of you his chest pressed to yours, his eyes wandering quickly down to have a quick glimpse of the view once more before looking back to your eyes.

“So coy all of a sudden, what’s with the sudden attitude change Doll?” Wooyoung purred, his hand coming up to rest on your hip, fingers lightly grazing the side of your ass. You raise your eyebrow at him titling your head.

“What change in attitude?” He can’t help but scoff at your response.

“The last few times I’ve made comments like that you’ve dismissed them now you’re all shy. Why’s that?” Almost like it was a test, Wooyoung brings his face down closer to yours like he did the last time you were like this, his breath fanning over your face, but this time you made no effort to push him away.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your voice was quiet but not nervous in the slightest, if anything you had a hint of sultriness laced in your tone which made Wooyoung smirk. Stepping back from you and dropping his hand to his side, huffing a laugh through his nose as a smirk grows on his face. He knew what game you were playing, you were playing him at his own game, but now it was time for the tables to turn, it was your turn to wait.

Moving away from you Wooyoung walked to the front of his desk leaning on it with both hands.

“What do you say? Should we get to work?” You nod lightly taking a seat at the desk and gathering your supplies trying your hardest to at the very least look like you’re able to concentrate, but in truth all that was on your mind, once again, was the man stood in front of you.

Once you got down to writing you heard a small huff of frustration come from Wooyoung. Glancing up you could see him looking over his bookcase in search of something which he was clearly having difficulty finding.

“What are you looking for?”

“That file we had the other day, you know the marketing one, I know it’s here I just can’t see it.” He answers not turning from where he’s looking, crossing an arm over his chest to support the hand he was resting his head on. Your view of him was insane, the way his shirt stretched from the position of his arms, showing almost all the contours of his back and shoulders. Now was your time. You looked over the desk and drawers in search of the file, you knew you’d seen it somewhere just where? It was by chance you looked at the floor under his desk, the file staring you in the face.

“Found it.” You call out catching his attention making him half turn towards you. Folder in hand you make your way over to him only to conveniently drop the folder.

“Oops.” You say to yourself innocently before turning to your side and bending at the waist to pick up the file. You could feel his eyes burning into you making sure your movements were slow. You were giving him one hell of a show, your slight cleavage on show, your skirt pulling tightly around the curve of your ass and the hem of your skirt rising up with it only to let the smallest peak of lace show, not that you think he noticed the stockings.

Wooyoung wanted so badly to turn the tables on you but watching you bend down the way you did, knowing full well you knew what you were doing to him, he became weak, breaking his own plan. Slowly standing up straight you watched as Wooyoung walked over to you, his eyes dark.

“Here you go.” You say innocently only to have the folder slapped out of your hand sending it flying across the room. You only got a second to watch the way the folder flew before you found yourself caged between Wooyoung and his desk, his face dangerously close, just the way you wanted it.

“What’re you playing at Doll?” He growled watching you tilt your head which only made him grip the edge of his desk tighter, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“Don’t act innocent with me, you’ve been teasing me since you set foot through that door, the other day you would never have thought twice about doing something like this so I’m going to ask you one last time, why the change in attitude?” You gave in completely, your eyes taking on a sultry look as you stared him in the eye.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You whisper, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“I can’t concentrate in class because all I’m thinking about is you.” A cocky grin was on his face now.

“Oh really, what were you thinking about?” His hands coming up to your waist to pull you flush against him sending goose bumps all over your body.

“This, right now, maybe a bit more.” You tease letting his imagination run wild with him.

“So dirty of you Doll, thinking of your boss like that.” He quips before leaning down to your ear.

“I could make those daydreams of yours a reality if you want.” His low voice paired with his warm breath fanning your neck made you shiver.

You turn your head to face him, your noses touching as your eyes look into his full of want. He didn’t need more than that to snap completely. Crashing his lips against yours with such force you felt yourself putting your hands back onto the desk for support. Wooyoung brought his hand up to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to deepen the kiss making you whimper slightly as you kissed him back with just as much fervour. Wooyoung bit down on your lip pulling it back a bit just to watch it bounce back once he released his grip, his own little bit of teasing. He wasn’t away from you longer than a second, his lips going back to yours, pressing you even more against the desk slight frustration setting in over the desk being in the way.

He trailed his hands down your sides, taking a quick grab at your ass before settling his hands on the back of your thighs, hoisting you to sit on the desk and slotting himself between your legs making the gap between you both even smaller. He couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted to feel every inch of you all at once, his hands constantly roaming your body while your own occupy themselves in his hair, pulling lightly at the strands while you lose yourself to the battle your tongues are having.

You start to smile lightly into the kiss when you feel his hands slide up your thighs, knowing he’s about to come into contact with the small surprise you’ve had hidden away from him all day. Wooyoung stops the kiss the second his fingers find the lace of your stockings. Pulling back from you he looks down at your now pushed up skirt exposing your thighs to him and also exposing the top of your stockings.

“Oh you really are something else aren’t you Doll, how did you know I was a stockings guy?” He chuckles snapping the band of the stocking against your thigh and the hum you let out was like music to his ears.

“I thought you’d like them, picked them out specially for you.” He groans at your response, his forehead connecting with yours.

“You’re driving me insane.” He growls again before diving back into your lips letting his hands explore you blindly again.

Things were starting to get really heated at this point. One of Wooyoung’s hands clasped what it could of your ass while the other trailed it’s way up your thigh painfully slow, tiptoeing his fingers along the inside of your thigh, inching closer and closer to where your body begged to be touched. His finger was about to graze the edge of your panties when a knock on the door could be heard.

“Mr Jung I...” Wooyoung retreated his hands and lips from you faster than light before turning on his heels to be met with Amber who was stood in the door way wide eyed at what she had just walked in on.

“Sorry I didn’t realise I was interrupting something.” Amber says bluntly making eye contact with you while Wooyoung rushes over in an attempt to shoo her out. You took the time Wooyoung was with her to straighten yourself out before hopping down from the desk smoothing over your skirt. You knew you should feel embarrassed about being caught in a compromising position with your boss but you couldn’t help the smug smile that you had, you just hoped Amber hated every second of it. You could hear Wooyoung whispering something to Amber as he’s backing her out of his office but you couldn’t quite make out what it was, all you wanted right now was for her to be gone.

“Mr Jung...What...” Wooyoung lightly placed a hand on her shoulder pushing her back out the door keeping his head low.

“Look Amber, next time you come to my office a bit of heads up next time hmm?” Amber’s eyes flicked between you and Wooyoung trying to process what she’d just seen.

“What were you...” She stops herself seeing the glare he gives her.

“Nothing was going on but I’m trusting you here Amber I don’t want you saying anything about this, I don’t want people getting ideas.” Amber nods her head, her eyes going back to you watching as you smooth out your skirt with a shit eating grin on your face. Her blood started to boil at the sight. Turning around to head back to her desk, hearing the door of Wooyoung’s office shutting behind her, Amber pulls out her phone. She wasn’t going to let this slide, not without a fight at least.

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