Junji x Black!Fem Reader (with locs)
(18+ MDNI) Fluff, Reader Dom in Relationship, Junji Dom in Bedroom, Gender Neutral Genitals, Shy Junji!
POV: you met Junji in an elevator before the LA OOO concert and he had to have you…
🌞 My Sunshine 🌞
They were all beautiful, yes, but they weren't you, which gave him hope that she could be his one day. You had captivated him and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. As soon as he knew you were very kind after requesting your number after the show, you could speak Korean fluently, and you were a genuinely beautiful person inside and out, he was smitten.
After all, he couldn’t imagine himself being anyone else’s except for yours. When he first saw you in an elevator in the mall the day before the Los Angeles concert, it was like something clicked in his brain and he became entranced by your presence. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet smell of you. He was addicted to the sound of your laughter as you radiated warmth, happiness, and so much beauty it took his breath away. It didn’t matter what you looked like, you presence always made him want to hug you closer to himself as if protecting the world from her. You was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and seeing you happy brought him joy in return.
He spent the entire tour thinking about how to get his hands on her and make you feel the same way. About four months have passed since you two started dating each other long distance. You talked to each other every day despite the time difference, but that didn't stop the ongoing chemistry. Junji was finally back in LA for a while as things had died down for the band.
"Junji, let's go to my place. I just need to relax and I would love it if you were there with me." you said as they left the restaurant after a delicious dinner at Nobu. The Malibu sunset made it all more romantic. Junji didn't want to sexualize you at all, but with the beautiful two piece set she wore, the way her crystal necklaces bounced off her body as you walked and her waist beads hugging her sides, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.
"Of course, Y/N. I would love to be there for you as long as I can." he said knowing he would have to go back to Korea soon.
You smiled and took the lead down the hill and back to her old white mustang. He loved that you took the lead and were the more dominant one in the relationship. He was absolutely whipped for you, and he wanted to show you that as best he could.
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The car was comfortably silent. "You know I'm so happy you're all mine. You're the best thing to happen to me. If we didn't tour here, I wouldn't have found my source of happiness in a person." Junji expressed to you as he gazed deeply in your eyes at the traffic light just outside of Culver City where you lived.
"Baby, that means so much. Thank you, my love." You said giving him a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled away, you got lost in his eyes. After about 10 seconds, Junji kissed you hard on the lips. The kids began to get heated. Before things got heavy, you both jumped as the car behind you ruined a beautiful moment.
"I- I'm so sorry!" Junji said and he shrunk in his seat out of embarrassment. You laughed a little too hard and told him it's okay. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but you couldn't stop gushing over the sheer embarrassment on Junji's face as is ears turned red.
As you stepped out of the car after a long drive through LA traffic, Junji closely followed you up the stairs to your loft apartment filled with flowers, plants and eclectic items you've collected over the years.
"Come on baby, don't be shy!" you exclaimed as Junji slowly took off his shoes and examined the large studio apartment with yellow and pink light pouring in from the sunset. He slowly nodded, and came to the couch as you turned on a playlist you made for Junji last month full of neosoul and songs you grew up with from your childhood.
"Don't be embarrassed my love, it's me! You're welcome here. Make yourself at home." you reassured.
"Y/N... I'm just a bit nervous because..." he paused.
"I really like you and I've been wanting to show how much I like you." he said and he walked closer to you, but still hesitant.
"You know, I was hoping you would go there with me tonight." you said with a smug on your face as you stepped closer to him. "Don't be shy my love. You initiated it."
"Well..." he started. "I-"
Before you could say anything, you aggressively started kissing him. Initially, it took him by suprised, but he quickly got into it knowing what he wanted to do to you. When you broke the kiss, Junji was panting for air and blushing madly. "So I take it this is a 'yes'?" he asked hopefully. You chuckled and nodded as you took him by the hand and led him to your bedroom.
He undressed quickly once inside of your bedroom as you helped him remove his clothes. He gripped your ass perfectly and caressed your body with care, but eagerness. He lifted vour shirt over vour head and tossed it aside, placing soft kisses down your chest and stomach, making his way to your hips and slowly slipping your underwear off. He admired your beautiful figure and admired the contrast between your thighs, especially in the shape they are. His mouth traveled upward to bite into your breast gently and sucked gently. You moaned lightly, closing your eyes tightly as pleasure overcame you. Junji continued sucking on your breast and massaging its tip with his fingers.
You wrapped your legs around him lovingly and he immediately slid himself into you, and then thrust slowly with your hips until he reached that special spot of yours.
"A- AH! Junji! Baby..." you moaned.
"You.. feel... so good." he muttered in between grunts.
In a swift motion, he picked you up and pushed you against the wall while kissing you ravenously. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he entered you with ease as he ran his tongue across yours. With a deep grunt of effort, he entered you as fast as possible until he came inside of you with one forceful thrust.
You panted heavily as you rested your hands on the wall to keep yourself steady.
"JUNJI!" you screamed as you threw your head back against the wall reaching that sweet point. In the same motion, Junji sucked hard on your neck leaving a deep purple mark.
With one final thrust, he stopped moving and stared into your eyes. Both of you flushed, sweaty and exhausted from such intense lovemaking. He gently stroked your hair and kissed you on your forehead lovingly.
As he slowly let you off of him, you lightly stumbled. He noticed and picked you up and placed you on the bed without a word, but still maintaining a loving and hazy stare. You laid back and sighed contently as Junji got into the bed beside you and cuddled close to you.
He gently wrapped your arms around you and kissed you slowly. As you pulled away, you started laughing.
"What now?" he said smiling ear-to-ear.
"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one in the relationship!" you giggled as you looked him up and down.
"I thought so too... but you take care of me all the time love. I wanted to take care of you Y/N." he expresses as you stare deep into his eyes.
"I don't know what I'm going to do when I go back to Korea. You've done so much for me and given me a feeling I haven't felt before." he said.
"Oh my baby, you're going to make me cry." you say as you tear up.
"I just-" He pauses. "I love you, Y/N."
With that, you burst into tears and hug him tightly. He holds you closely and caresses your locs from root to tip that became unraveled during that heated intimate moment you both shared just moments ago.
"I love you too, Junji." you say as you look up at him.
You both take a deep breath and inhale the fresh smell of flowers hanging from the ceiling as you both watched the sunset from the large window enjoying the view of the cityscape.
The sky had changed colors from oranges to pink as night falls and it makes you realize what you both have been through today. It has truly meant the world to you, and you are grateful you met Junji because otherwise, you wouldn't have anyone who understands you so well, and you feel more secure knowing he feels the same way.
This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you guys enjoyed and I think I will write more in the future. There’s not enough OOO content on this app lol. Let me know if you want more. 🖤
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Kiss Me, Hyung- Yoojung of OnlyOneOf x male reader
[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]
SFW
(gets *slighty* spicy at the end though)
Synopsis: There is some romantic tension between the reader and Yoojung but Yoojung's best friend keeps getting in the way. Reader decides he's had enough.
Contains: Some angst, fluff and a little suggestiveness (Is that a word?) at the end.
[Word count: 4.7k]
He hadn't had many close friends at university so, after the only two friends he had on campus both moved overseas to study elsewhere, he was left alone.
He didn't mind it at first. It meant he had more time to himself and work since he didn't need to spend so much of his time fooling around and talking but he eventually grew to feel rather lonely, missing his friends' laughter and conversation and hating the silence that had replaced it.
It was for this reason that when a few weeks into classes a girl asked him to sit with her and her friend at lunch that he'd gladly jumped to accept the offer.
Her name was Yeseul and she was studying food sciences. She was short, talkative and adorable in every sense of the word. Her friend that came with the package, however, was what sealed the deal with him becoming part of a new friend circle.
His name was Yoojung. He was studying music and he was breathtaking, to say the least. His hair was blond and fell past his chin in soft, loose curls. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and the brightest smile.
He was quiet for the most part at first, a little shy around him but once he had adjusted to the new addition to his friend group, his true personality was revealed. He was talkative, had the greatest comebacks and was very invested in campus gossip. Y/n wouldn't be surprised if it was Yoojung secretly running the campus gossip blog page. Yoojung also laughed a lot and that was something that Y/n really liked about him. Needless to say, the attraction had been instant. Sometimes it felt like it was mutual but Yoojung had never spoken about it and so neither did Y/n.
Two months after the formation of this new triog, Yeseul had boldly asked Y/n out on a date. She had asked early in the morning before class and Yoojung had been there. Y/N had hesitated before responding to her question. His gaze had shifted to Yoojung in an attempt to gauge his reaction but Yoojung had said nothing and had averted his gaze, seemingly suddenly finding the paving beneath them very interesting. With the lack of response or reaction from Yoojung, he had simply shrugged and said "Why not?"
They had gone bowling and admittedly the date went well. They had a lot of fun together even though they both sucked really badly at bowling. But that was all it was to Y/n; some fun with a friend. It wasn't anything serious. At least not to him. Yeseul was a nice girl but he just didn't see her in any romantic light.
He had known that Yeseul had wanted to kiss him when he dropped her off at her home afterwards but he had avoided it at smoothly as he could. It wouldn't be fair on her. Especially when all he could think about was kissing her best friend.
He felt like a horrible person because of that but try as he might he couldn't help the way his thoughts and eyes would always stray to Yoojung.
Especially now as he looked over at where Yoojung was sitting down across from him next to Yeseul on the grass.
Yeseul had decided they get together in the park when their schedules were clear since she had been meaning to try out a new dessert recipe and wanted to share them with her friends.
Yoojung looked great. He was dressed casually and his hair was up in a bun, a few strands falling free and framing his face. As if in some cheesy rom-com, the light that shone down from between the leaves of the trees illuminated his face beautifully.
He saw how Yoojung squinted as the sun rays hit him in the eyes and couldn't help the laugh that left him. Both Yoojung and Yeseul looked over at him questioningly.
"Enjoying the sun?" He teased the blond.
Yoojung huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes, "Totally."
"I'm going to the restroom quick," Yeseul piped up, standing and brushing her skirt off.
The boys nodded in acknowledgement and watched as she began what would probably be a five-minute walk to the public restroom.
Yoojung had gone right back to eating. He was making happy sounds every now and then, clearly enjoying the desserts. He didn't speak, solely focused on the flavours. He was so focused that he didn't even register the chocolate smear at the corner of his mouth.
Against his better judgement and in a horribly cliché move, Y/n reached across the space between them and gently swiped his thumb over the corner of Yoojung's mouth, collecting the stray chocolate.
He shamelessly maintained eye contact with Yoojung as he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the chocolate from it. He carefully watched Yoojung for a reaction and was pleased to see the way Yoojung gulped. He seemed flustered by the sight.
Y/n had felt a growing tension between them as time passed but he hadn't had a chance to confirm it properly. He wanted to be sure of the way Yoojung felt about him but didn't really know how to go about it and, to be honest, he was nervous. He had a perfectly good relationship with him as things stood and he didn't want to risk losing a friend.
He suddenly remembered that he had a work event that weekend and needed a date. Perhaps that would be a good start?
"Yoojung?" He spoke up, intending to try to ask him if he maybe wanted to go with him.
"Yeah?" The blond boy looked at him expectantly.
"I was wondering if-"
"What did I miss?" Yeseul interrupted, joining them again.
Yoojung cleared his throat borderline awkwardly and broke eye contact with Y/n and Y/n tried to hide his scowl.
"Nothing," He replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. How did she always manage to interrupt things or push herself into them?
She just gave him a funny look and nodded.
"Oh!" She placed another treat on his paper plate, "I heard you need a date for an event this weekend."
Y/n frowned, "How did you know that?"
She smiled, "Wookjin told me."
Wookjin was their mutual friend and his work colleague. He cursed him in his head.
Yeseul gave him another smile, "I can go with you if you'd like?"
He took a quick glance at Yoojung who had hung his head a little before looking at her again, "Oh, actually, I planning to ask-"
"Good, that's settled then. What should I wear?"
She hadn't let him finish his sentence. It didn't even surprise him anymore.
He shrugged in defeat, "Anything semi-formal."
She frowned at him, "Are you alright?"
He nodded, "Yeah I'm fine. Just remembered I need to go do something."
He got up and gathered his things.
"Thank you for the food and," He looked over at Yoojung, "The company."
Yoojung just gave him a weak smile in return.
"Oh, okay but-" Yeseul started but he was already gone.
♡♡♡
The day of his work event had finally arrived and to be honest, he wasn't exactly thrilled.
He didn't really enjoy his current job. It was a boring desk job that he'd have to endure until after he had his degree and could finally start his desired career path. His co-workers and boss were nice enough but most of them only really liked to talk numbers and sales and he felt he already did enough of that on work days.
So yes, the night was already off to a bad start before it had even begun. He had hoped to have a handsomely dressed Yoojung by his side to brighten things up with his stunning smile but he had to take Yeseul who had basically invited herself instead.
He really didn't have anything against her. She was friendly, funny sometimes and loyal- all the qualities he looked for in a friend. He kept trying to tell her this but she made it impossible. He had started to have a growing suspicion that she was well aware and doing it on purpose.
He had been pleasantly surprised when he gone to pick her up at her home. She looked good and it was a nice change of pace to see her dressed semi-formally instead of her usual trendy minimalistic look.
"Hi!" She greeted him with a bright smile and the scent of her flowery perfume hit him as she opened the door. He once more missed Yoojung as he thought of the way his musky cologne would contrast against her perfume.
"Hi. You look nice," he responded with a smile of his own. She chuckled and looked down at her outfit.
"Oh, this? It's nothing. Just something I threw together, really."
He could clearly see she did not just throw it together.
He gave her a tight smile, "Let's go. We don't want to be late."
"Oh, yes, of course."
♡♡♡
The event was going well. Everyone liked her pretty much instantly. Some of the men and even the one female receptionist even flirted with her before realising she had come with Y/n. They had asked him if she was his girlfriend and he had responded honestly with 'no'. He had felt kind of bad about the twinge of disappointment that flickered through Yeseul's eyes at his words. He wasn't lying though; they weren't an official couple and had only gone on one date. Well, two if you counted that evening.
The night progressed smoothly but as it did so he thought progressively more about Yoojung.
He wondered if Yoojung had caught on and realised that Y/n had been meaning to ask him instead. He wondered what he was up to. Was he still in his shop? Yoojung never really got a chance to actually work at the bookstore he had inherited from his mother since he was studying at the same time but he had a guy named Kyubin who ran the store for him when he was unable to.
Y/n had always been curious about the nature of their relationship. Anyone could tell that they were really good friends and could see that they were quite comfortable with one another. Yoojung had never mentioned a boyfriend or girlfriend nor had he said anything about him dating Kyubin either. Kyubin was a decent guy but Y/n really didn't like the idea of Yoojun dating him nor did he like the idea of Yoojung dating anyone else in general. You could call him selfish all you like, he supposed, but it was true.
He really needed to do something about this. He needed to come clean to both Yoojung and Yeseul.
♡♡♡
The drive to Yeseul's home afterwards had been silent for the most part. She had tried to make small talk with him here and there but he was stuck in his head and also horrible at small talk. After a while she had simply stopped trying.
When they arrived outside of her home he had opened the car door for her and walked her to her front door all the while wondering how to go about telling her how he felt. He wondered if perhaps the window to talk about this issue that evening had already passed but when she gave him a coy smile and invited him inside he knew he needed to say something.
"Yeseul-ah," he called out softly but firmly as he stayed put, not accepting her invitation.
She turned back to face him with a small frown, "What's wrong, oppa?"
She insisted on calling him that often despite being a year older than him and, to be frank, he hated it and it was not the term he wanted to hear- especially not from her.
Was he just being an asshole? He was trying not to be which was why he was standing there at that moment and trying to talk to her about this before he even so much as comsidered confessing to Yoojung.
"I'm not your boyfriend."
Horrible way to start he realised but he had never really been in this position before so he pretty much had no idea what he was doing. How do you let a girl down gently?
Her frown deepened and her smile faded entirely, "Yeah. At least, not yet, right?"
He could see a slightly hopeful look in the eyes and he tried to avoid groaning. She was annoyingly persistent.
"No."
"What do you mean 'no'?"
He took a breath, "I mean that you're a nice girl but I don't want to be your boyfriend. I just want to be your friend, Yeseul."
He felt bad as he saw his words register in her eyes.
"What do you mean by that? I thought you liked me?" Her bottom lip quivered.
"As a Friend, Yeseul. I'm sorry but... I like somebody else. I respect you and your feelings so I'm trying to do the right thing and be honest with you."
She stayed silent for a good long moment before she looked up at him again with a dejected gaze.
"It's Yoojung, isn't it?" She asked softly, the question pretty much rhetorical.
His heart jolted at the other boy's name.
"Yes."
He wanted to apologise as soon as he confirmed her suspicions but reminded himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong and that his own happiness mattered too.
Her jaw tensed and he saw her eyes shine with unshed tears.
He groaned internally. Oh god, please don't let her start crying. He never knew what to do when people were crying.
"I knew this was coming," She admitted and now it was his turn to frown.
"You did?"
"Yeah, I was just trying so hard to pretend otherwise. Gaslight myself I suppose."
Bingo. He had been correct.
"How did you know?" He inquired and she scoffed.
"Even a blind person could see your attraction to one another."
His heart skipped a beat.
"I- Do you really think he's attracted to me as well?"
She gave him an incredulous look, "Are you stupid? Of course he is. Have you not seen the way he looks at you? He talks about you even when you're not there, Y/n. It's been a little annoying, to be honest. He's my best friend- I know him well enough to know when he's falling in love."
Falling in love... Y/n was slightly stunned. He had a feeling that Yoojung liked him too but to have it basically confirmed like this just...
Why was she suddenly telling him all of this? And if she knew this all along why did she still push for herself to date Y/n instead? Assuming Yoojung trully was falling in love with him, wouldn't that be selfish of her? But who was he to judge he supposed.
"I'm sorry, Yeseul." He couldn't help but feel bad that she had to see the way he and Yoojung were attracted to each other while she herself had a crush on him. Hadn't Yoojung been in a similar position though?
She waved her hand dismissively at him but he could see the way her tears were threatening to fall, "Don't be sorry. You can't help who you are attracted to."
There was a few seconds of almost deafening silence before he spoke up.
"Will you be all right if I pursue him?"
She sighed, "Yeah, you're my friends so I want you guys to be happy."
"We're still friends right?" He tried to clarify. He had been honest in saying he wanted her as a friend still.
She paused before responding, her voice a little quieter, "Yes. Just give me a little time, okay? To get over you and to... adjust. I'll probably be a little off with you guys for a while but it'll pass eventually."
He nodded; that was understandable and he respected that. He owed her as much.
"Thank you," He offered her a small smile.
He felt a lot better after getting this off his chest despite the lingering feeling of guilt.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"Break my best friend's heart and I'll break your neck."
Typical best friend speech. He supposed he really did have her go-ahead.
"I won't," He promised.
"You better not."
He waved goodbye with a smile and she tried to return it. He didn't take her feeble smile to heart. She said she needed time after all.
On to the next and final task of the evening: confessing to Yoojung.
♡♡♡
He'd thought to leave his car at home and walk to Yoojung since Yoojung's home was only a few blocks down from his own but half way there the sky had cracked open and rain began to fall.
By the time he finally arrived at the bookstore that Yoojung both owned and lived above, it was pouring with rain.
There wasn't much of an awning over the entrance of the building so even while Y/n crowed under it, he could still feel water hitting his back.
It had to be nearly eleven p.m. by now and Y/n prayed that Yoojung was still up. He knocked hard on the front door of the bookstore and after a while of not getting a response, he pulled out his cell phone and dialled Yoojung's number.
It rang a few times and just as Y/n began to lose hope, Yoojung answered.
"Hello?" His voice was slightly husky and he sounded as if he'd just woken up.
Y/n's heart fluttered at the sound of his voice but he felt bad that he may have woken him up.
"Hey, I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
He heard a chuckle on the other end, "Honestly? Yeah, you did but it's alright, I hadn't been asleep that long. What's up?"
"I'm at the door, could you let me in? It's raining."
"Why are you- Yeah, sure, I'm coming. Just give me a minute."
"Okay." Y/n hung up and looked through the big glass window and into the bookstore expectantly. After a moment a light was flicked on and he saw his friend make his way down the staircase at the back.
"Hey, come in," Yoojung said after unlocking the door. Y/n gladly stepped into the warmth of the shop and out of the rain. Yoojung locked the door again after him and turned to look at him.
"Hey," He said with a small smile and Y/n couldn't help but return it.
"Hey," He responded and Yoojung smiled at him a little brighter before stepping forward to help Y/n take off his soaked suit jacket, only to discover that his white button-up below was absolutely drenched too. So drenched that Yoojung could see the outlines of Y/n's muscles through his shirt where it stuck to the front of him. He couldn't help the way he gulped and his cheeks flushed the slightest.
Y/n scratched the back of his neck, "Maybe leaving my car at my house and walking here wasn't the best idea."
Yoojung snapped his gaze back up to his and snorted, "Ya think?"
He laughed and Yoojung rolled his eyes.
He stepped out of his shoes and found that his socks were at least for the most part dry. Couldn't say the same for his pants.
This was not how he'd expected the night and his confession to go.
Yoonjung nodded his head in the direction of the stairs, "Come up, I'll give you something to change into."
Y/n nodded along and pretended that when Yoojung took his hand to lead him upstairs, his heart rate didn't pick up. It was a small action but a bit bold for the usually shy Yoojung.
Yoojung let him into his reasonably sized flat and disappeared down the short passage to his room, leaving Y/n standing cold, wet and awkwardly in the open-plan kitchen/living room.
A minute later Yoojung popped his head out of his bedroom doorway, "Sorry, I meant for you to follow me."
Y/n laughed and went to him.
Yoojung's room was tidy and quite cosy, everything in muted colours. He had been to Yoojung's home only once before but he hadn't left the living room last time and hadn't had a chance to have a good look around.
"Here," Yoojung handed him sweatpants and a t-shirt, along with a towel.
"You can dry off and change. I'll go make us some coffee."
By the time Y/n left the room, mostly dry and changed, the coffee was finished and Yoojung was leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a warm mug in his hands, staring off at nothing in particular.
"Hey."
Yoojung jolted slightly upon hearing his voice suddenly and he turned his head to look at him.
He felt his heart skip a good few beats at the sight of Y/n in his clothes, the t-shirt he'd given him a little tight on him.
Y/n raised an eyebrow at him and Yoojung realised he'd been staring.
"Sorry, here's your coffee." Yoojung put his cup down to hold Y/n's cup out to him.
He stepped forward and accepted it, taking a sip. He was pleasantly surprised.
"This is pretty good. How'd you know how I take it? Lucky guess?"
"No. You mentioned how you liked your coffee once and I remembered it."
He didn't miss the way Yoojung's cheeks flushed and he decided that it was now or never.
"Yoojung," he called out and Yoojung looked at him questioningly.
"Yes, hyung?"
The sudden term had Y/n's stomach doing a flip.
"I- Earlier this week, when I was talking about needing a date to the event I'd actually... been meaning to ask you, not Yeseul."
He was trying to act nonchalant despite the way his heart rate had picked up and it was a battle.
Yoojung's eyes widened a little. That wasn't what he had been expecting him to say.
"Why exactly did you come to see me, hyung?" He said after a moment.
Y/n put his coffee mug down on the counter, "Yeseul is a nice girl. She really is and I know she wants to properly date me but I... I don't want that with her. I've tried to tell her but she never lets me finish what I'm saying."
"And what is it that you want, hyung?" Yoojung questioned, his voice soft.
He wondered if Yoojung was calling him hyung all of a sudden on purpose.
His eyes traced Yoojung's delicate features, his deep brown eyes, his soft, chin-length blond hair that Y/n absolutely adored and his eyes finally settled on Yoojung's pretty mouth.
He dragged his eyes back up to Yoojung's, "You."
Yoojung froze for a second before dropping his gaze. Y/n didn't miss the pink tint of his cheeks.
Y/n stepped closer to the other boy, "I couldn't stop thinking of you tonight. I wanted to see you all dressed up. I wanted to introduce you to my colleagues. I wanted to have drinks with you and see you laughing and having fun."
His heart was hammering away in his ribcage as he reached a hand out and tilted Yoojung's face up to look at him.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I need to know you feel the same, Yoojung."
Yoojung just looked at him with big brown eyes and flushed cheeks and his pink lips parted.
Y/n wanted to kiss him so badly. He tucked Yoojung's soft blond hair behind his ear, "Please? Do you?"
Yoojung gulped and took a deep breath, "Yes, I do."
A smile tugged at the corners of Y/n's lips and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Yoojung's lips.
Yoojung couldn't quite believe what was happening.
"Hyung," He murmured when Y/n pulled back.
"Since when do you call me hyung?" Y/n asked and Yoojung blushed again. They were only a few months apart.
"I- "
Y/n kissed him quickly, "I like it."
He kissed him again, harder this time, "I like it a lot."
A realisation struck Yoojung as when Y/n pulled back a little to look at him, he clocked in the growing intensity in Y/n's eyes. He felt warmth pool in his belly.
He gripped Y/n's shirt and pulled him closer, "Kiss me, hyung."
Y/N's breath hitched before he did just as he was told, tangling his fingers in Yoojung's hair and connecting their lips again.
It didn't take long for the kiss to become heated, months of tension finally snapping and taking control of them.
He held Yoojung close to him as they kissed, appreciating the feeling of his warm body against his. A part of him still couldn't believe this was happening. He wondered if Yoojung was having similar thoughts.
He lifted Yoojung by the waist, perched him on the edge of the counter and stood between his legs before pressing his lips to his once more.
He loved the way Yoojung's kisses felt. They found the perfect rhythm quickly and Y/n had to admit that Yoojung was an amazing kisser and that this was probably the best kiss he'd ever had.
Yoojung cupped Y/n's face in his hands and slowed his kisses down until he eventually pulled back from the kiss with Y/n's lips chasing after his for a second.
Yoojung just rested his forehead against his, feeling his warm breath on his face. Y/n gave him a gentle kiss before stroking his hair out of his face.
It was best they stopped, he silently agreed. He was too into this and if they continued it would probably end up with clothes strewn everywhere.
There's a time and place for everything and now was not the time. He had come here to confess and tell Yoojung how he felt with complete honesty- not to sleep with him.
He lifted his head and his eyes traced Yoojung's pink cheeks, closed eyes and puffy lips and his heart fluttered. The knowledge that Yoojung felt the same had him feeling warm all over. Was he melting?
"Yoojung," He held his face gently in his hands.
Yoojung opened his eyes to look at him, "Hm?"
"Go out with me? Like officially?"
Yoojung looked hesitant for a second, "But Yeseul-"
"She knows."
"How did she take it?"
"Well, she's a little hurt and pretty disappointed. She really did like me after all. But she'll come around eventually, she just needs a bit of time."
Yoojung remained silent and panic rose in Y/n's chest.
"You don't have to. I can wait or-"
Yoojung kissed him to shut him up.
"I just needed a second to process. I've liked you for a while now and it's almost hard to believe you feel the same."
Y/n huffed out a laugh, "Have I not been obvious the past few months?"
Yoojung thought for a moment before responding, "Yeah, I suppose. I'm just a chronic overthinker."
He gave him a small smile and he returned it, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's figure and holding him tight.
"So?"
Yoojung's smile widened. Y/n thought he looked the most beautiful when he smiled. Had he mentioned that yet?
"Yeah, I'll go out with you."
Y/n grinned and kissed Yoojung again. He never wanted to stop.
"I have another company dinner in a few weeks. Come with me?"
"You still just want to see me dolled up."
He gave him a cheeky smile, "Of course. I bet you look absolutely dashing in a button-up"
"Dashing? What am I, a prince?"
Y/n shrugged, "I mean, you've got the looks."
"Are you always such a flirt?"
"No, I guess you just bring out the best in me."
Yoojung scoffed, "That's debatable."
Y/n laughed and kissed him again, "Yoojung?"
"Hmm?"
"You have a beautiful smile."
"Flirt."
Y/n tucked Yoojung's hair behind his ear, "I'm serious."
Yoojung blushed lightly, "Thank you."
There was a moment's silence before Yoojung spoke up again.
"You woke me up-"
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright, it was worth it. The point is though that I am tired."
"Oh, do you want me to leave?"
"No. Stay but behave yourself."
"I can't make any promises."
Yoojung slapped him lightly, "I'm being serious here, Casanova."
"As am I."
"I'm regretting my decision."
"No, please don't. I'll shut up."
Yoojung laughed and kissed him (Y/n didn't think he'd ever get tired of kissing him), "I'm just teasing you, idiot. But really, I'm fighting to keep my eyes open."
Despite offering to take the couch, Yoojung insisted Y/n sleep in bed with him. Which might have been a mistake because even then Y/n didn't shut up.
Just as Yoojung was finally falling asleep Y/n spoke up again.
"I'm so happy, Yoo."
Yoojung huffed but kissed Y/n's hair, "Me too, hyung. But sleep now please."
"Okay."
Y/n held Yoojung tight the whole night, clinging to him as if he was worried he'd disappear but Yoojung didn't mind. He definitely didn't. Not after months of pining after him.
A/N: Could've probably ended that better but I'm on new medication and I can't think as well as I usually do.
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