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bae4choi · 1 year

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ANGEL ~ C.SN

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Genre: Smut (without a plot), fluff

Word Count: 1,599

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), switch San (top leaning), switch fem! reader (bottom leaning), Oral (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), praising, grinding, fully clothed fucking, Riding, Hickey giving (M. receiving), pussy slapping (only once👩‍🦯), Name calling (Angel, good girl, Sannie), creampie, implied aftercare

Authors Note: Hi!! This is my first time uploading onto tumblr (rather then Wattpad lol), I hope I’m doing this correctly!! This is also one of my first smuts so I hope it’s to your likings! Please let me hear your feedback if you have any :D I hope you enjoy! Also this isn’t really proofread so I apologize for any mistakes- (Btw my Wattpad is Hongstagram!)

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"F-fuck" whimper after whimper fell from your mouth as your boyfriend continuously pumped his two fingers in and out of you while his tongue flicked over your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your back to arch up from the bed.

Your fingers softly yet eagerly threaded through his hair, pushing his face further into your heat. A small but pleasurable chuckle left your boyfriend, the vibrations going straight to your sensitive clit.

San ate you out like a starved man, tongue reaching every crevice and giving you his full attention. His hand held the end of your short skirt to your stomach, allowing himself to look at you and of course, for you to look at him. His eyes looked up, catching you in a state of bliss, face scrunched and mouth slightly open as you let out your continuous sweet moans.

Your gaze caught his, giving him a small smile full of love and admiration. You pushed his hair away from his forehead, stroking his face as a way of showing your love for him.

"Y-you're so good for me S-Sannie" god did san absolutely adore you. You were his. His beautiful, sweet, and gentle Angel. He could never get enough of you.

One more harsh suck and fingers ramming into your tight hole had you over the edge, finally releasing the knot in your stomach, allowing your mouth to drop open with a loud moan of your boyfriends name.

His eyes watched you, continuing to pleasure you as you rode out your high. Eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. Your hips grinding onto his face and fingers as San licked up the last of your juices.

Your eyes opened as you tried catching your breath. The gaze of your boyfriend laying on your fucked out form before placing one last kitten lick on your clit, causing you to jolt in your spot.

San's deep chuckle resonated through your ears as he raised himself to your level. You gave his shoulder a small slap, a pout making it's way to your face.

"Rude" you mumbled under your breath, earning another laugh from your boyfriend before his lips met your forehead, placing a small wet peck on the skin.

"Angel, I'm the one who let you come on my face, am I really so rude?" He teased once again, your face heating up at the comment while looking down at your lap.

He chuckled, his hand reaching to your face and pulling you towards him. His soft delicate lips met with yours in a passionate kiss, the taste of yourself overflowing in your mouth.

You crawled into his lap, the bed creaking at your movements while not breaking the kiss. Both legs on either side of him, your unclothed crotch coming to meet his covered erection and damping the material.

Sans tongue explored your mouth, not letting any part leave untouched. His hand came to meet your bare ass, giving it a small slap before gripping it roughly. Your hips instinctively bucking up causing the both of you to moan into one another's mouth.

"S-San I want you.. please" you ground your hips onto him, a pleasurable moan leaving his mouth and your arms came to wrap around his shoulders bringing him closer to yourself.

"Please Sannie~" you whined. Your already sensitive clit rubbing up against his rough Jean covered erection.

"How bad do you need it, Angel?" His voice came out deep next to your ear before licking a strip of your neck, a soft moan leaving your lips.

"So so bad Sannie~ need i-it so bad" you whined as you felt his lips suck the skin of your neck, both of your hips in sync while grinding onto one another.

"I need specifics, baby. What is it you need~?" He teased, fully aware of what you wanted but he wanted to hear it coming from your mouth.

"Your cock"

"W-want it inside me, p-please Sannie"

"If that's what my Angel wants, who am I to say no?" He chuckled at your eagerness as you reached your hand down to the zipper of his black jeans, pulling it down in a swift motion before slipping your hand fully into his pants and boxers.

A deep raspy groan leaving San when your hand gripped his hard erection, sliding your finger over the tip of his wet pre-cum leaking tip. You hovered yourself over him, rubbing him around your arousal. Making sure to lube him up before lining his cock up to your pulsing hole.

Yours eyes met his, as if asking for permission to sink down onto his thick cock.

"Go ahead Angel, I know you want it~" One of his hands gripped your waist while the other lifted your skirt up to your stomach, waiting for the moment he'll see himself finally enter you.

Something about fucking your boyfriend fully clothed was much more arousing than you had anticipated. His black jeans unzipped allowing his throbbing aching cock to peak out from them, and his loose black shirt that had rode up a little on his waist. Who knew something so little could have this affect on you.

Finally you let yourself sink down onto him, bottoming out on his cock. Small moans leaving your boyfriend when you ground your hips onto him. You bit your lip, holding your sounds in. Your arms wrapped around your boyfriends shoulders, brining yourself as much closer to him as you could.

Slowly you bounced up and down on him, letting yourself get used to the pleasing stretch and sometimes grinding down onto him. You gradually began to speed up your motions, Sans eyes constantly moving from your face and back down to watch himself disappear inside of you and reappear again.

"Fuck Angel, just like that" you moaned his name in response when he let himself start thrusting up into you as you came down onto him. Allowing you both to sync up your thrusts, giving you both the pleasing sound of smacking skin and lewd noises.

Your head fell to his shoulder, trailing wet and sloppy kisses onto his neck before sucking and biting onto his tan freckled skin. His moans came out high and whinny at the constant stimulation. You left his neck after Scattering dark purple and red hickeys all along his skin.

As he continued thrusting up into you, you felt yourself getting closer to your high. Your legs were burning from the amount of continuous movement causing your hips to stutter a bit, but that didn't stop you from continuing to pleasure yourself and San.

"Getting tired, Angel?" He chuckled when you let out a whine and looked into his eyes with a pout.

"Y-yes" you let out a high pitched moan when he let his hips ram into you with a hard thrust and let your eyes fall shut.

Finally you gave out, falling limp onto his body, and allowing every bit of sound fall from your mouth.

San took over, flipping you onto your back and placing both of your legs atop of either sides of his shoulders before entering your drenched hole again. He showed no mercy when slamming into you like his own personal fuck toy. But not forgetting to look you in the eyes with a loving look before your eyes squeezed shut when he finally hit your sweet spot.

You let out a loud moan of his name as your back arched up from the bed. He once again pushed your skirt away from the view of where you two connected, then letting his hands fall to your thighs where he then gripped them hard. Most likely leaving bruises for you to later find, but you loved it, the way he would manhandle you and leave his marks on your skin so everyone would know your were taken.

"I-I'm close S-Sannie~" you whined to your boyfriend.

"I know Angel, me too. G-Go ahead and let it out alright? Be a good girl for your Sannie~" one of his hands left your thigh, dropping it down to your clit and giving it a small slap before rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive bud.

That's all that was needed to make you see stars, giving your boyfriend one last look before squeezing your eyes shut. Your mouth fell agape and you clenched around your boyfriend while gripping the bed sheets below you, barely hearing your boyfriend hiss at the tightness over your own moans.

"Shit- Angel, I'm cumming" You felt him twitch inside of you, only increasing the pleasure when you felt his hot seed spill inside of you.

The two of you rode out your high together before San collapsed beside you, the two of you trying to catch your breaths. You both turned your heads to one another before letting yourselves laugh.

"I'll get you cleaned up, sound good?" He sat up only slightly before you pulled him down on top of you and grunting with the harsh impact.

"Don't go yet, I wanna cuddle" Your voice became muffled when you buried your face into his chest, feeling the way his laughs felt against you.

"Okay but only for a little, then we should get you cleaned up" he smiled fondly when he heard you mumble into his chest.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer into him and allowing the warmth of your body to spread through him.

"I love You, Y/N" he whispered before giving the top of your head a quick kiss.

"I love You too, Sannie"

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briizney · 3 months

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Strangers (Choi San)- Masterlist

smut-🪼 fluff- 🎀 angst- 🪻 Part 1 - Bathroom

Part 2 - Astronomy

Part 3 - Just Friends

Part 4 - Ur so pretty

Part 5 - Sunburn

Part 6 - Can I call You Tonight?

Part 7 - Talk Me Down

Part 8 - Disaster

Part 9 - Nerdy Love

Part 10 - No guidence

Part 11 - Compass

Part 12 - Sunday Morning

#ateez #san #choi san #ateez fanfic #atiny #writers #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez imagines #atz

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daybreakx · 2 years

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✄ pairing: frenemie’s ex! Seonghwa x gn! reader.

✄ genre: strangers to lovers, angst, fluff.

✄ summary: when you agreed to go on a blind date, you didn’t expect it to be with your friend’s ex, and to make things worse, you didn’t expect to like him that much.

✄ word count: 4.9k

✄ warnings: it is said mc dates both men and women, mentions of food and drinks, hospitals, a broken wrist, mc being called names. this is unedited, please bear with my mistakes.

✄ a/n: this is for the leftovers collab by @dulceamar! this was so much fun, please do check out the other participants’ works!♡ also i am so so sorry this was so late.

✄ rule #2

You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day.

It’s not a big deal, though. Or so you try to make everyone think every time they sneak a glance at you, that ‘oh no, poor thing’ look on their faces before they whisper to their companion. You are being stood up on Valentine’s Day and so what?

Okay, maybe it is a big deal. Because everyone is staring at you, and you know that no matter how many glasses of sparkling water with lemon you order, the server is going to ask you to give up your table if you don’t order actual food. It doesn’t matter how bad they feel for you.

You want to kill San. That’s what you think about as you crush the little pieces of the free bread between two fingers, letting crumbs fall on your lap. To hell with keeping up a good appearance, who’s going to compliment you on it now, anyway? Certainly not San’s friend, the one who was supposed to be here thirty five minutes ago, attending the blind date which the former set up for you two.

Things always go wrong when you accept your friends’ attempts at getting you a partner. You had fallen victim to this project more than a couple times, when they promised they had found ‘just the right person’ for you. The first one was a guy who couldn’t and wouldn’t stop talking about himself at the dinner Mina set up for the two of you—which he made you pay for, along with his Uber back home. And then texted you that you weren’t as good looking as Mina had promised, so it was better that you never spoke again.

The next time it was a girl. She was pretty and you had a lot of things in common, she was funny and thought you attractive as well. But, she was also extremely in love with her ex. Yes you were attractive, but her ex had the prettiest eyes. Of course you were smart, but her ex had published articles in important magazines. And then she cried about her break up while you held her hand and ordered ice cream delivery for both of you.

But at least neither had put you through the humiliation of being stood up on the one holiday that celebrates love and looks down on people like you: single, loveless people.

“I am so sorry I’m late there was–” there’s a guy standing opposite you, one hand gripping the back of the chair tightly while he holds a small bouquet of half withered roses in the other. “y/n?”

You look up from the very angry, already three paragraph long text you’re writing to San. You guess he knows your name because San had to tell him, obviously. But there’s that particular way he says it that immediately has your eyes widening. There has to be thousands of people who share your name, and thousands who share his. So what are the chances that the guy who is standing in front of you, your date, is your friend’s ex?

“Oh,” you mutter, standing up awkwardly. Suddenly overly self-conscious about your crumb-filled lap. “Hi, Seonghwa.”

You understand why San has no idea why this is a problem. He barely knows Eunhee, he never saw her with Seonghwa, probably… He wouldn’t do this on purpose. Even you barely saw Seonghwa with Eunhee. Their relationship was lightning quick and pretty intense, if you are to believe Eunhee, who has a flair for the dramatic, and maybe to threading bits of lies in the big panorama of what actually happened.

You know Seonghwa from the couple of times he picked Eunhee up at work. The exchanges between you being a couple of ‘Hi, how are you?’s on too long lift rides to yours and Eunhee’s shared office.

“Sorry I’m late,” he repeats, the same recognition shining in his eyes. “I–there was a lot of work to do and–” Seonghwa doesn’t like throwing out excuses, but it’s the truth. And he already feels bad enough about making you wait.

“It’s alright,” you soothe, “I know.”

Seonghwa is on his way to become a Cardiologist, which already keeps him busy enough. You remember Eunhee complaining about it, how the only thing that matters to him is the hospital and other people’s hearts. Not hers.

You're surprised he’s even out of the hospital on Valentine’s Day. Guessing the doctors who have a higher ranking than he does are the ones who can leave.

He hands you the flowers, wincing as a few pink petals fall to the ground in a flutter. This is a mess, he knows. “Please,” he gestures to the chair.

“Actually,” you say, your lip moving slightly to the left, in a wince. This is inappropriate, isn’t it? There’s some kind of rule somewhere that says you’re not supposed to date your friends’ exes. The thought that those kinds of rules only apply to people in High School flashes through your mind, but you know it’s not like that. And Eunhee would never forgive you for this. “I think I should go.”

The people around you, the ones who have witnessed the night unfold, pause. They’re not even discreet about it, leaving the food halfway to their mouths to give you an ‘are you serious right now?’ look. They saw you on the brink of tears, drinking your sorry sparkling water and chewing on small pieces of bread, only to have a perfectly good looking guy finally show up and reject him.

You finally stare back at them. Because you’re not embarrassed anymore and frankly, they need to start minding their own business. It’s Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, can’t they focus on themselves? There’s probably an engagement ring hidden in tiramisu out there, you’re not supposed to be the main focus.

Seonghwa doesn’t think of himself as a mind reader. If he did—or if he was one— his personal relationships wouldn’t fail as often as they do. But he knows what you’re thinking even before you voice it: Eunhee. He is Eunhee’s ex, and you are Eunhee’s friend and there has to be some kind of rule somewhere that says you two can’t fraternize.

“Please stay,” he pleads gently. He’s already done the most to ruin your night, and he doesn’t want you to go without making it up to you at least a little bit. And he knows wilted flowers are definitely not the way. “Let’s have dinner,” he finally notices the way the customers around are staring at the two of you and another pang of guilt goes through him. “Friendly dinner.”

You half-smile at his words, knowing he’s trying to take any implication off this whole situation. This is stupid, you’re grown-ups, these things are not supposed to matter, right? But then again, you remember Eunhee holding a Kleenex box against her chest while she told you about the break-up on your lunch break.

“Sure,” you finally sit back down, leaving the flowers on one side of the table, more petals flying down to the ground. You can only guess how many hours Seonghwa has been working judging by how tired he looks, he deserves a break and a nice meal. “The bread’s really good,” you nod towards the almost empty basket between you two, a small on your lips again.

This elicits a laugh from Seonghwa before he gives you an apologetic look from above his menu. “I’m so sorry I was late.”

You shrug. “I only accept apologies—” ‘in cash’ is the ending that you tend to use with Mina and San. “–In dessert.”

Sure, you can be friendly with Seonghwa. Being friends is not the kind of thing that’s forbidden. Plus, he is friends with San. How come you never actually met him if he’s friends with San?

“Deal,” Seonghwa smiles, and before anything else can be added, someone actually finds an engagement ring hidden in the tiramisu, and the restaurant is flooded with clapping. The world falls back on course. It’s Valentine’s Day and love is to be celebrated.

“So,” Eunhee plops down in her spinning chair, eyes barely leaving the screen of her phone to look at you, hinting she’s in fact talking to you. “How was your blind date?”

“It was okay,” you smile, still typing on your laptop. “It actually–”

“You’ll never guess what?” she interrupts, spinning once. “Yena invited Seonghwa to her Valentine’s Day party.”

“Oh,” you know your turn to tell your story is over before it has begun, and you’re somehow glad especially by the immediate mention of the ex-boyfriend you saw last night. “Did he go?”

You want her to say no more than anything. Because what if that meant he was late to your dinner because he was at said party? One that Yena and Eunhee made a point of speaking about in front of you constantly, only to never extend an invitation.

“It’s so painfully obvious they want us back together. Like, why would you invite him otherwise?”

“But did he go?” You question again, the typing finally stopping.

“Well, no,” Eunhee lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes. “He was probably at that stup– at work.”

“Right,” you nod, fingers hovering above the keys on your laptop. “And do you want him? Back I mean.”

Eunhee seems to consider this for a second. Enough for you to feel a rock drop from your throat to your stomach, settling in there with the weight of guilt.

“Do you know how much money doctors earn a year?” She questions, eyes back on her phone as she taps away rapidly.

“A lot?” You try, wondering where this question comes from.

“A lot,” she nods, puckering her lips in a thoughtful gesture. “And I think it’s time I start looking out for my future, you know? You never have enough money.”

She’s right, though. Money can never really be enough, especially if you come from a middle-class family and you’re neck deep in school debt. Which is not her case, at all. Eunhee’s family is New Money, her mother created some magical skincare line when Eunhee was a child and the rest was history. But you guessed she kind of felt that, if she became rich overnight, the opposite could happen just as fast.

You shrug. “I guess, you’re right.”

There are two knocks on your door and Yena’s head pops through before either of you can tell her to come in.

“Are you ready to start working?” She tells cheerfully. “It’s my turn to be on the video.”

You groan internally. Not because Yena wants to be on the video, but because you hate making them. However the boom of those silly short videos did earn you a bonus a couple months ago, so you keep them coming for the sake of also keeping your job.

“Let’s do it!” Eunhee joins in Yena’s excitement, both smiling mischievously at you. “Come on y/n, the long face won’t look good on camera!”

“I don’t want to be on camera,” you whine, taking your phone from the desk. “But let’s go.”

You have a few unopened messages, from San and Mina and one unregistered number. You decide to deal with all of them later, especially with San who you’re having lunch with to discuss last night.

“Well, I don’t see what the problem is,” San shrugs, looking over his shoulder to check if your food is finally on the way. “Did you like Seonghwa?”

Of course you liked Seonghwa. He was sweet and attentive and paid for the whole dinner. After the initial awkwardness there wasn’t another such moment, he spent a good twenty minutes drawing a very accurate depiction of the human heart on a napkin to explain the latest case they got at the hospital, and when it was your turn to talk about your job he didn’t treat it as anything other than the most interesting thing he could possibly think of.

“It is a problem, because it’s kind of a rule” you groan again, not surprised he doesn’t get it. “Just like, you can’t date your best friend’s brother OR your brother’s best friend.”

“That’s stupid,” San rolls his eyes, “Those are rom-com rules, y/n. They’re needed for the plot, this is real life.”

“Those kinds of things still apply,”

“We’re not in high school,” San shakes his head, already over this conversation. “Look, I had no idea he was your coworker’s ex. If it bothers you so much, then don’t see him again. Even if this was the only date that has worked for either of you in a while.”

“What did he tell you?”

“I’m not going to tell you if you’re going to be in your teen drama episode,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fine. Teen drama episode is over,” you smile, raising your eyebrows. “What did he say?”

Seonghwa doesn’t have the greatest luck when it comes to dating. Sure he’s had his fair share of partners, from high school to college, to residency…Well, that doesn’t matter. The point is he doesn’t have good luck. His relationships always end. Whether on good or bad terms also comes with a tendency, which inclines towards everything being his fault.

Whether it’s his job, or that lack of connection that eventually leads to trouble, he hasn’t managed to maintain a relationship for longer than 6 months.

Eunhee was not the exception.

Seonghwa had been extremely attracted to her when they met. She was nice and sweet, and beautiful, of course. But as their relationship progressed, Seonghwa realized they might not be as compatible as he thought at first. He didn’t like it when his relationships failed, but at some point, when the ultimatum came and Eunhee told him it was either her or his career, he had to choose the one he’d known the longest.

He felt bad about it of course, especially with all the heat he’d gotten from her and her friends on social media about how he only cared about his career and never about other people’s feelings. He’d stepped away from the dating scene enough to let San convince him of going on a blind date, and surprisingly he had loved it.

But you hadn’t called him back.

He’d sent you flowers the day after the date and texted you after getting your number from San. Seonghwa felt like giving you a call directly may be a little invasive so he’d suggested you let him know when you could talk. But it hadn’t happened.

Maybe karma was finally reaching him, he’d liked you a lot, and now it seemed like you didn’t like him one bit.

Then, what were you doing at the hospital he worked at?

“y/n?”

You look up from the ground, eyes lightening recognition. “Oh, hi Seonghwa,”

“Are you okay?” His thoughts about your date finally flying away. “Are you hurt?”

You are in the ugly yellow chairs in the waiting room, hands wrapped around your phone as your foot taps on the ground. “I’m fine. I’m just here waiting for someone,” your eyes wander to the ER room, where Gaeun is.

The intern at your publicity company is hardworking enough that, trying to finish the job as fast as possible, she fell from a ladder and broke her wrist. And you had to join her on the trip to the hospital because you were the only one who wasn’t too squeamish about her broken hand.

“Is everything okay? Do you want me to ask for an update?” Seonghwa suggests once again, scanning you as if to prove you’re not really hurt.

“It’s our intern, she broke her wrist today at work, an unfortunate accident while cleaning up a set.” You explain calmly, giving Seonghwa a faint smile.

You’re grateful he’s offering, but you’re also a little anxious about his presence. Mostly because you’re embarrassed about ghosting him. It wasn’t on purpose, though. After Valentine’s Day, the company wanted you to hurry and go on to the next campaigns quickly, Spring and Easter were a lot of work.

“Do you want a coffee while you wait?” Seonghwa offers next, hands going inside the pockets of his white coat. You don’t really want to take his whole appearance in detail, he’s dangerously handsome as it is. “The cafeteria is not bad at all.”

“Aren’t you busy?” You question, but you’re already getting up from your chair. You could use the caffeine and the company, even if you’re afraid it might be awkward.

Seonghwa shakes his head before gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall.

Your nerves ease as you sit on the steel chair and Seonghwa deposits a cup of black coffee in front of you. Gaeun is getting a cast and her sister is on the way to the hospital, things are starting to look up.

“Sorry about your friend,” Seonghwa says, emptying a sugar packet on his coffee. “Must have been scary.”

“It was. But she will be okay, right?” you raise your eyebrows at him and he nods with a small smile. “She’ll be getting a few days off too.”

“That’s great,”

“Look, Seonghwa,” you start, your mouth in a slight wince, “I’m really sorry about completely ghosting you. The job excuse is lame, but it’s true, I’m just flooded. It’s February 18th and we’re already behind.”

“It’s okay, really. I know I didn’t make the greatest impression at our date,” he cringes, looking down at the table. “I’m really sorry about it.”

“I had a great time, it wasn’t that,” you assure, smiling at him. “I also really liked the flowers, Eun—” you stop yourself from mentioning Eunhee a little too late. She was obsessed with the flowers, taking around 20 pictures to post on her Instagram. What she didn’t tell you is that she wanted to get a reaction out of Seonghwa by doing so.

“I’m glad you liked them, and that you had a good time too, even after how messy it started.” Seonghwa chose to ignore the mention of his ex-girlfriend.

San said Seonghwa enjoyed the date too, and insisted on how ridiculous it was that you let a former relationship, one that hadn’t even lasted long enough, get in the way of getting to know Seonghwa more.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

You don’t want any more blind dates, you don't want to go through the whole process of getting to know someone and finding out your friends had got it wrong again, or matching with a person on a dating app just to realize they’d been lying about their real personality all along.

“Would you like to have coffee another time? Outside of here?” you ask, leaving your now empty cup on the table. “Don’t get me wrong, the coffee is good, but I don't really like hospitals.”

Seonghwa chuckles. “I would like that, yes. I promise to be on time.”

“Just promise to try your best,” you shake your head in amusement, “And remember apologies come in dessert.”

You tell yourself you keep it private because everything in the world is already public enough as it is. People can see where you went to school just by finding your Facebook profile, they can know your real time location via Instagram, they learn some of your deepest thoughts if they scroll through your Twitter likes.

But this is just Seonghwa and yours.

It’s mid May now, and you’ve been seeing each other nonstop after sharing the hospital coffee. He tries his best, just like he promised, to make it on time every time you have a date and you try your best not to forget to text him back. And so far, it’s working out perfectly fine.

“Oh y/n, please let us use it!” Yena begs, touching a red petal with the tip of her index finger. “We will get it back to you in one piece.”

“I don’t know, they seem fragile. I would like to keep them here,” you try to sound as reasonable as possible, which isn’t enough to get through Yena and Eunhee once they have an idea in mind.

They’re both on their way to become influencers and finally leave this job. Eunhee has the upper-hand with her makeup tutorials and the sponsorship from her mom’s company, but Yena isn’t too far behind. And they’re both always looking for free props to use on their videos.

“Is this still the guy from the blind date?” Eunhee asks, cocking her head to observe the flowers up close. It’s the fourth bouquet you get at work. “Seems like that worked out pretty well.”

You nod, scrolling down the proposals you have for the next campaign. “I really like him,” you say absentmindedly.

“So can we use them?” Yena insists, “It’s just a couple pictures!”

“I’d rather not,” you say again, “Please just leave them where they are.”

Yena sighs in defeat. “Alright, thank you y/n! They’re beautiful, so I get it.”

Gaeun, who still holds her hurt wrist against her chest, knocks on the door. “y/n, the boss wants to see you.”

“Coming,” you smile at her, you feel somehow guilty that she’s still injured although it was you who told her to wait for someone to hold the ladder for her that day.

When you come back to your office, your red roses are gone, in their place there’s the note written by Seonghwa himself half-opened and a free sample from Eunhee’s mom’s skin care line.

You don’t even know how to react to this other than throw Eunhee’s ‘gift’ to the other side of the room. She always gets what she wants, it doesn’t matter how many times she’s told no. You don’t even linger on the fact that she read your private note, and wasn’t even decent enough to pretend like she hadn’t.

This is the first time you relish the fact that you are dating Seonghwa, and not her. No matter how much she wants him and how much she still tries to get his attention, he’s yours. The thought grosses you out right away, you’re not like this.

You keep your relationship private because it’s the right thing to do, but also deep down, you still want to spare Eunhee’s feelings.

As if she deserved it.

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“What’s wrong?” Seonghwa asks as you lie your head on his lap, the thing about really strong emotions is that they give you a headache, and all you want is to close your eyes and not think about work, or Eunhee, or anything other than your boyfriend’s hands on your hair.

“Just a bad day at work,” you mutter, lowering the volume on the TV. Your apartment is closer to the hospital than his, and he’s frequently here after his shifts. “How was yours?”

“It was okay,” he shrugs. It’s what he does when he’s had a hard day too, probably a complicated case with a bad ending. “What do you want for dinner?”

You sit up, stretching. “I don’t know, pizza?” you yawn. Once your eyes stop watering, they focus on the red roses across the room. They’re far less than Seonghwa sent you this morning, and you have no idea what happened to them. Maybe Eunhee tossed them in the trash, or simply ripped the petals apart and kept them somewhere.

Seonghwa didn’t seem to notice this, or if he did, he said nothing about it, probably guessing that the trip from the office to your house had been what mangled them.

“Maybe we should go out,” Seonghwa suggests, resting his chin on your shoulder. “That should clear our minds a little,”

You smile leaning against him. “You’re right.” But you don’t want to change, you're already in your house attire of a faded shirt and extremely loose pants.

“Don’t even think about it,” Seonghwa laughs, “We’re getting street food and then coming back, and you look gorgeous anyway.”

You let out a low whine, but you feel too lazy to change, and the promise of warm fish cake already has your mouth watering. Also he just called you gorgeous and there’s nothing else that will convince you to change. “Let’s go then.”

You wish the trip on the elevator was a little longer as you lean against Seonghwa and he presses his lips to your hair. But sadly, it comes to an end and you have to settle for holding his hand as you walk down the street to your favorite street food stand.

The night is warm and you don’t need to be standing so close together, yet you huddle up while chewing on your food. You are glad to have Seonghwa, and you still regret the ugly thought you had earlier. You like him, it’s not because him being with you means he’s not with Eunhee. You should have never thought about that.

“What are you doing?” you laugh as Seonghwa points his phone towards you. “Stop!”

“I’m taking a picture of you,” the sound of the camera can’t be heard above the traffic, and Seonghwa seems immediately satisfied with the result, so he doesn’t shove the phone in your face again. “There, I sent it to you.”

Your phone buzzes, and you know it’s him but you don’t want to check it right now. “If I look ugly…” you begin, but he cuts you off with a gesture of his hand.

“You could never look ugly.”

You are shunned the moment you step into the office. Even Gaeun looks awkward when she tells you there’s another impromptu meeting happening today before she runs to the coffee corner, to fill Eunhee’s pink mug with extra sweet coffee. The rest of the employees around, who normally say ‘good morning’ or ‘nice to see you’ are too quiet as you walk between their cubicles on the way to your office.

Yena is the first one to see you as you arrive at the door, and with a bitter face, she rushes to close the door in your face. But Eunhee, between what seems like a sob and hiccup stops her.

“What’s going on?” you ask, stepping inside. Although you are starting to have a pretty good idea about it. Your phone buzzed nonstop this morning, but you were running late for work and honestly, had it been a matter of life and death, they would have probably called.

“I cannot believe you have the guts to show up like this!” Yena yells, throwing both arms in the air. “And pretend like you don’t know anything, seriously, y/n? Are you that much of a jerk?”

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” you let the wave of annoyance pass through, you cannot engage so quickly. You need to find your footing first. “Are you okay Eunhee?”

“What do you think?” Yena bites again, “After you stole her boyfriend, what do you think?!”

Eunhee lets out a wail once again and wipes her eyes with the tissue she’s holding in her hand. “How could you?” she sobs.

“There are rules, y/n. I can’t believe you are such a scum!” Yena is yelling again, and with the door open half of the people outside turn to stare at you.

“Hey!” you finally raise your voice too, “Don’t ever call me that again.”

“That’s what you are, how could you do this to Eunhee? You know how much she loves Seonghwa, you are the worst.”

“They weren’t even dating anymore,” you say in a low voice. There are rules, you know there are rules. “I thought–”

“You just wanted to take him for yourself because you’re jealous of me,” Eunhee gets up from her spinning chair, still holding the Kleenex box against her chest. “You are so jealous of me, it’s obvious. You always want everything I have.”

“Listen, Eunhee–”

“No, she doesn’t have to listen to you! You did this out of spite, you’re a horrible friend.”

It wasn’t only Eunhee and Yena you had kept your relationship from, the rest of your friends knew too that you were seeing someone but only San knew who it was. Because you were afraid that, once they learned about Seonghwa and Eunhee’s history, they would call you that: A horrible friend. And maybe that’s what you were.

“And where the hell is Gaeun?” Yena scowls, wrapping one arm around Eunhee. “Come on sweetie, let’s wash your face and I’ll see where that girl is with your coffee.”

“Eunhee, I didn’t mean–” you start but Yena cuts you off again by shoving the palm of her hand in front of your face.

“Save it.”

Eunhee’s shoulders shake as Yena leads her out of the room, but then she stops on her tracks, sending Yena on her way to find Gaeun.

“Eunhee, can we talk about this?”

Her reddened eyes fixate on you, but no more tears fall. “You always wanted my leftovers, y/n.” there is a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “So enjoy them, while they last.”

Seonghwa’s instagram is open on her laptop, and you see the picture he took of you last night with some lyrics about how life is brighter by your side as the caption.

You can’t bring yourself to smile, not when you feel 10 pairs of eyes on your back. Not when you’re the newly exposed villain.

Rules exist for a reason, at least that’s what you told San, but you couldn’t follow a simple one.

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yunhowooyo · 1 year

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slipped and fell

jeong yunho x gn!reader ~ fluff wc: 488

“you wanna know what i just realized?”

“hmm.. what’s that darling?”

you flip your body forward, blood rushing through your head and pounding behind your ears as your body retakes an upright position. after taking a moment to gather your bearings, you turn your body to face your boyfriend on the couch.

“it’s about the first time we met. remember how you slipped on wooyoung’s spilled coke in the cafeteria and landed directly in my lap?”

“god, how could i forget,” he chuckled, a light shade of peach dusting his plushy cheeks. “i was mortified, i literally crushed the girl i was crushing on.”

“yeah, that kinda hurt by the way. anyways, what i realized is- first, you fell on me, then, you fell for me!” you exclaimed, clearly excited by the romcom-esque parallels. “at least i think you did… you’ve fallen for me right?”

yunho ever so slightly leans his upper body toward you, raising his eyebrow. “is this your sneaky attempt at getting me to say the ‘L word’?”

leaning back and placing your hand to your heart, you glare at your clever boy with fake shock. “how dare you! i would never pressure you into saying something so serious … is it working?”

“y/n, it’s 2 am and we’re in our pajamas. i’m not gonna say that for the first time right now.”

“well why not?” you whine.

“because it’s not special enough!” he flails, appalled by your nonchalance. “when i tell you how much you mean to me for the first time, i’m going to make sure it’s the most achingly romantic event you’ll ever experience, and you’re gonna love it.”

“and if i don’t love it?”

he fold his hands in his lap, taking on a false air of prophetic wiseness. “then there would have to be something wrong with you, meaning i’d be forced to break up with you.”

“you’d break up with me if there was something wrong with me?! how supportive you are.”

defending himself, he explains, “i could never date a heartless anti-romantic.” he reaches his hand over and hooks it around your waist, pulling you into his side and leaning back into the couch. “…so it’s a good thing you’re such a hopeless romantic.”

you lean into his broad chest and rest your head on his shoulder, your lips only a breath apart. “…well so are you.”

“yes i am. and that’s why we’re so cute together,” he proclaims, pecking your nose, your cheek, your temple, anywhere on your face he can reach.

you squirm away, wriggling in his arms and pretending as if you’re grossed out by his affection. he shoves you back into his embrace, squeezing your arms against your body and your cheek to his chest to prevent your undesired escape. you accept defeat and relax your muscles against him, but not without one last muttering against his soft t-shirt.

“dork.”

“your dork.”

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xerotiny99 · 4 days

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Xero in Dilemma

Hi guys, so I usually don’t make posts like this one, but I’ve been stuck in a dilemma and I could use my follower’s/reader’s advice on it.

I have actually migrated here from wattpad, and I’m still getting the hang of this platform. Needless to say, the support I get here is much more overwhelming than what I receive on wattpad. Thank you so much for that, I really appreciate your support and kind words.

Well, coming to the point, I actually like writing about dark themes and eerie concepts; I have a Jeong Yunho fic on wattpad, which revolves around cult au and I keep second guessing myself because I’m not sure if it’s fit for Tumblr audience.

So, if I have any interested folks, I would love to cross post my book on here.

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Part 7

Pairing - Non-Idol Wooyoung x Fem Reader

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"Sending Grace to Miss Kim was a good idea," Wooyoung remarked, settling in beside Y/N on the couch. "We really needed this time alone to talk about us."

Interlacing his fingers with hers, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle deeply. "Talking? How boring. I was hoping for something a bit more... romantic. Perhaps even a little passion," she teased.

"Oh, someone's feeling a bit frisky," Wooyoung teased back, a playful glint in his eyes.

"And why shouldn't I be? It's been five long years since we last saw each other," Y/N replied with a grin. Their banter was a familiar dance, a testament to the easy rapport they shared. "Unless, of course, you're suggesting you spent those years gallivanting about?" Y/N crossed her arms and pouted. “And here I thought you loved me.”

"Didn't you go on dates these past five years? Miss Kim told me about your little dates."

"Oh, did she not mention that those dates often ended abruptly? because I was preoccupied, drowning in my own tears over a certain someone," Y/N deadpanned.

"Ah, well I’m clean too. Because my time was consumed by reminiscing about a certain someone as well," Wooyoung retorted sharply.

"And yet here we are, engaging in mere conversation," Y/N remarked, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Perhaps you don't want me anymore. Is that it? Now that I'm a mother, my body has changed, and maybe I don't measure up to your past ideals. Perhaps you no longer desire me," she continued, her tone laced with a hint of insecurity. "After all, I have these stretch marks now, and my thighs aren't as slender as they once were. Surely, that's a turn-off for you, Woo."

"Whoa, hold on there. Where is this coming from? I'm still very much attracted to you, more than you realize," Wooyoung replied, reaching out to take Y/N's hand, but she pulled away.

"You're just saying that," she countered, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't believe me?" Wooyoung's tone softened. "Well then, I'll just have to show you."

With determination, Wooyoung rose from his seat, exhaling deeply before gently scooping Y/N up into his arms, bridal style, eliciting a surprised squeak from her.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Showing you how much I love you, and how little those superficial concerns matter to me," Wooyoung replied, his smirk reflecting a newfound confidence. "Those stretch marks? I don't even notice them. And as for your thighs..." He paused, his smirk widening. "Let's just say they're a welcomed bonus in my book."

"No, no, no, no," Y/N protested with a playful wiggle, attempting to fend off his advances, her tone carrying a mix of amusement and mock seriousness. "Last time you had this smirk, and you put a baby inside me."

She couldn't help but smile as she lightly slapped his shoulders, her affection for him evident even in the midst of their banter.

"Well then, let's give Grace a sibling," he countered, his words laced with a teasing tone that only added to the warmth between them.

Maybe what they truly craved was a moment just for themselves, a pause from the chaos of the world, a sanctuary where they could bask in each other's love and find solace in each other's embrace. That night seemed to stretch on endlessly, a canvas painted with affection and whispered endearments, reminiscent of the days when their bond was unmarred by strife.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted into a serene slumber, cocooned in a bubble of warmth and security as if nothing else mattered beyond the contours of their entwined bodies. But the morning's intrusion was inevitable, heralded by the gentle kiss of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

"Wooyoung, coffee," Y/N's voice, though near, seemed to emanate from a distant place as she stood by the bedside. "Wooyoung, wake up," her words echoed faintly as if carried away by a breeze until Wooyoung was jolted back to reality, gasping for air in the midst of his office.

His colleague stood before him, concern etched on her face as she offered a cup of coffee. "Chief Wooyoung, are you okay?" she inquired, noting the beads of sweat on his brow.

Managing to compose himself, Wooyoung brushed off her worries with a feeble excuse. "Yeah, I'm fine, just feeling a bit warm," he muttered, attempting to shake off the remnants of his dream.

"Hot, at the end of October?" she countered, her skepticism evident. "Sir, your AC is set to the lowest temperature, and yet you're sweating. Maybe you should take a break, you don't look well."

Ignoring the advice, Wooyoung insisted on pressing forward with his duties, though his words carried a weight that belied his true state of mind. "No, it's fine. It's almost 1 PM; we need to visit Chairman Seo and his girlfriend," he declared, masking his inner turmoil behind a facade of determination.

With a nod, his colleague acquiesced and left the office, leaving Wooyoung to grapple with the lingering echoes of his dream, and the unsettling feeling that perhaps he was not as fine as he claimed to be.

Chairman Seo and Yun Hee were deeply in love. Their comfy home, tucked away in a peaceful Georgian Bungalow, showed just how much Yun Hee wanted a house like the ones in Hollywood movies. And Chairman Seo? Well, he was head over heels for her, always eager to make her happy.

Living away from the busy town, they found comfort in each other, excitedly looking forward to their upcoming wedding. Even though Yun Hee had physically healed from past injuries, the emotional scars still lingered, making her quiet and distant, which worried Chairman Seo a lot. He was scared she might shut down completely.

When Wooyoung and his coworker finally got to Chairman Seo's lovely bungalow after a thirty-minute drive, they were stunned by how much more beautiful it was in person than in the pictures. Inside, it felt like stepping onto a Hollywood movie set, with lots of doors and pretty curtains swaying gently in the breeze, adding to the house's charm.

As they were guided by a smartly dressed servant, Wooyoung's coworker couldn't help but admire how well the household staff worked together. Eventually, they reached the office where Chairman Seo was waiting, the excitement in the air almost tangible.

"Chairman Seo has been waiting for you," the servant said as he opened the door, inviting Wooyoung in, where an important meeting was about to begin.

Chairman Seo, a young tycoon whose wealth rivaled the gleam of Seoul's skyline, had built his empire from humble beginnings, fueled by his own sweat and the modest support of his parents. Despite not towering over his surroundings, his presence commanded attention, his sturdy frame a testament to his resilience and determination. As Wooyoung entered the expansive office, Chairman Seo gestured for him to take a seat with polite grace.

"Please, Wooyoung, make yourself comfortable," Chairman Seo said warmly, his voice carrying a subtle authority softened by genuine hospitality. Wooyoung returned the gesture with a smile, settling into the chair opposite Chairman Seo alongside his coworker.

"You specifically requested my presence for this matter, sir. Might I inquire as to the reason?" Wooyoung asked, his tone respectful yet curious, reflecting both his professionalism and his eagerness to understand the task at hand.

"Hey, just call me Changbin," Chairman Seo grinned warmly, leaning back in his chair. With a flick of his finger, he pressed the button on his desk, its distant chime signaling the arrival of a woman who had been escorting Wooyoung and his coworker.

"Julie, could you please bring us some refreshments? Thanks a bunch," he said, watching her nod before she slipped out of the room. Turning back to Wooyoung, he continued, his tone serious yet tinged with urgency.

"Wooyoung, you're already up to speed on the situation," he began, noting Wooyoung's nod of understanding. "Unlike other business bigwigs, I don't have connections in the police department. I only know one person, Yongbok. When I reached out to him for help, he pointed me in your direction, mentioning your handling of Mr. Lee's case. I've heard good things, so without hesitation, I asked for your assistance. Please, help me out here, Wooyoung. I need those scoundrels behind bars or... well, let's just say, I need justice served."

Changbin's words were laden with determination and a hint of vengeance as he spoke of the three foreigners who had wrecked Yun Hee's life, Changbin's fiancée. Wooyoung grasped the gravity of the situation.

"And right now, I'm putting my trust in you because Yongbok vouches for you," Changbin added, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung returned the gaze, nodding in assurance that he would handle the case with utmost care and dedication.

"I called you here for two important reasons," Changbin began, sounding both careful and concerned. "Yun Hee is now at a point where we can try to talk to her, but she really doesn't want to leave where she is. That's why I asked you to come."

Yun Hee had been getting treatment for a whole month to help her deal with the terrible things she went through. During this time, she kept to herself and didn't want to talk to anyone. It was hard to get her to open up, even though she might have information that could help us solve the case. Right now, all we have are the short video clips from the security cameras.

"And what's the second reason?" There was a tense feeling in the room as the question hung in the air.

Changbin took a moment, thinking about how to explain. He let out a breath and said, "We'll talk about that later. For now, let's focus on getting Yun Hee to talk."

With that, Changbin got up from his chair and walked to the door. It was the entrance to his office from his home. Crossing that threshold meant leaving personal matters behind and dealing with the serious job at hand. As he reached for the door handle, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, reminding him of the tough road ahead.

In a hushed tone, Wooyoung's coworker uttered, “Chairman is so different from what I had imagined him to be.” The words carried a hint of surprise and realization. “I thought he would be some intimidating businessman, old and gruff.”

Changbin, positioned near the door that linked his office to the rest of the workspace, overheard the conversation. “Yeah, I hear that a lot.” He gently maneuvered a wheelchair, with Yun Hee seated upon it, into the room. Her expression betrayed a mixture of fear and apprehension. After a month confined to her room, stepping out before someone who wasn't part of her immediate family was an unfamiliar and nerve-wracking experience for Yun Hee.

Wooyoung caught the frightened look in her eyes the moment he stepped into the room. Yun Hee, clutching Changbin's hand, seemed to be seeking reassurance in the grip of her friend. It was a look that stirred a familiar ache in Wooyoung's heart—a blend of vulnerability, fear, and a glimmer of hope. He had seen that same expression on Y/N's face before she disappeared.

Despite the urge to avert his gaze from Yun Hee's distress, Wooyoung knew he couldn't. She needed reassurance, a sense of safety, and he was determined to provide it. With a polite smile, he introduced himself gently, "Hello, Yun Hee. I'm Wooyoung. You can trust me, I promise not to breathe a word of this to anyone."

Whether it was the warmth in Wooyoung's voice or the sincerity behind his words, Yun Hee seemed to find solace in his presence. She began to share everything, not omitting even the smallest detail about the three foreigners she had encountered. "I heard them saying, 'Let's go before we miss the last bus,'" Yun Hee disclosed.

Wooyoung's mind immediately latched onto the clue. "The last bus... They must have headed downtown on a blue bus," he deduced aloud, his colleague nodding in agreement beside him.

"Yes, especially on a strike day with limited bus services," his colleague added. "That narrows down our search area."

"We'll focus our efforts there then," Wooyoung affirmed, a glint of determination in his eyes. He knew they were onto something substantial. The urgency of the situation fueled his resolve to track down those responsible and bring justice for Yun Hee. "Thank you, Yun Hee, this has helped us to narrow down our investigation. We appreciate you for taking this step," Wooyoung said with genuine gratitude, a warm smile on his face. It was a small breakthrough, but it meant they were moving forward, and that was everything to him.

Wooyoung turned to Changbin, acknowledging his contribution too. "We should go now, it’s better that we start our work soon."

Changbin offered to escort them out. He guided Yun Hee towards the bedroom first before returning to Wooyoung and his colleague. "Thank you, Wooyoung. I was at a loss about who to reach out to," Changbin confessed, his voice edged with gratitude and regret. "And," he paused as they reached the outside door, "I heard about your wife and daughter. Still, you are helping us. Thank you so much. I'm so sorry."

Wooyoung's response was firm but laced with emotion. "It's okay, Mr. Seo."

Changbin hesitated, considering Wooyoung's situation. "Wooyoung, the second thing I wanted to say was, it’s okay if you withdraw yourself from this case. I'll understand because of your wife and your daughter..."

Wooyoung cut him off with a tight smile. "It's fine, Mr. Seo. I'm in this case, and I'll solve it. About Y/N and Grace, I know their case is in good hands. They'll find her."

Changbin sensed the struggle behind Wooyoung's words, the unspoken fear and hope intertwined. "We should go, Mr. Seo."

“Changbin.”

"Yeah, Changbin." Wooyoung and his colleague left the premises, heading back to their office to discuss the new lead. This clue was vital, and Wooyoung felt a renewed determination to bring the case to a close, for Y/N and Grace, and for himself.

As Wooyoung approached the police station, he felt a curious twist of fate in the air as he stepped through the station doors. And maybe, just maybe, heaven and earth were both working in his favor that day.

Inside, a scene caught his attention. His team, usually engrossed in paperwork or discussions, was gathered around a man—a rather elderly man—who appeared to be recounting something with great enthusiasm. The officers listened intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity and interest. It was a peculiar sight, like a huddle of eager students around a seasoned storyteller.

Wooyoung approached quietly, observing the animated exchange. As he drew nearer, his team noticed him and straightened up respectfully. "What’s going on here?" Wooyoung inquired his voice a blend of curiosity and authority.

One of the officers stepped forward, his face bright with a hint of excitement. "Sir, we've got a lead," he announced, gesturing towards the elderly man who now turned to face Wooyoung, a warm smile spreading across his weathered features.

"I was coming back from the grocery store when I saw this man in a striking black and gold jacket load three foreigners into his van and drive off," the old man recounted, his voice soft with a touch of concern.

Wooyoung and his team were now gathered in his office, listening intently. "You witnessed all of this?" Wooyoung inquired, leaning forward with a serious expression. The old man nodded solemnly. "About a month ago," Wooyoung clarified, seeking confirmation. Again, the old man nodded, his weathered face reflecting the weight of his memory.

"Why wait a whole month to come forward?" Wooyoung probed gently.

The old man shifted uncomfortably under Wooyoung's scrutiny, his eyes darting around nervously. "I didn't think much of it at the time. I thought they might be university students. Oh, my poor eyes," he lamented. "It was only after I saw the news about the missing foreigners that it clicked. I recognized one of them. Sir, I'm quite poor—I have to think twice before paying my television bill. That's why it took me so long."

"Can you show us where this happened?" Wooyoung asked, his tone softening with understanding.

"Absolutely," nodded the old man with a relieved smile, grateful that his concerns were being taken seriously. They quickly made arrangements to visit the location, Wooyoung's investigative team poised for further exploration.

The old man guided them to the downtown area, which appeared quite run-down with its dim lighting and poorly constructed houses. He stepped off the van first, followed closely by Wooyoung and the other officers. As they walked, the old man paused, surveying the surroundings before pointing to a spot on the ground.

"Right here, the van came to a stop," he explained, gesturing towards the pavement. "And I was standing over there at a distance." He motioned back in the direction they had come from. "My house is just over there," he continued, pointing to a dark silhouette nearby. "It was so dark that night, but I could make out the jacket distinctly because it was different—a black jacket adorned with golden cherry blossom embroidery."

Wooyoung and his team listened attentively, nodding as they absorbed the details. The old man's earnestness was evident as he recounted the incident, his voice tinged with a mixture of concern and determination.

Wooyoung glanced around at the downtown streets, noticing how deserted they seemed. The CCTV cameras, which were rarely operational in this area, were predictably out of order. He knew that some people intentionally tampered with them, hoping to get arrested just for a warm place to sleep. As expected, tonight they were useless.

"It's been a whole month, and we still have nothing," Wooyoung muttered, frustration evident in his voice. The heavy rain that night had likely washed away any potential clues.

"You remember the jacket, right?" Wooyoung asked, turning to an elderly man standing nearby. "Could you describe it again? Maybe it'll spark something, anything."

“By the way, may I ask who these foreigners were?” the old man inquired earning a glare from Wooyoung. “Never mind.”

“They were criminals.”

The old man nodded solemnly, and one of the officials stepped forward, ready to record any details he could provide.

The day flew by in a blur, with the AI artist quickly handed a rough sketch and brief details to craft a possible design for the jacket. Meanwhile, the investigative team immersed themselves once again in the case, dissecting every detail, trying to piece together what might have transpired. They were on a mission to track down the bus driver from that fateful day, and fortunately—or unfortunately—they eventually located him.

However, the driver's memory was a dead end. It had been a month since the incident, and all he could recall was dropping off those passengers downtown. He mentioned that the three foreigners had hurriedly disembarked, perhaps because of the rain, but he hadn't thought much of it at the time.

Amidst this flurry of activity, Wooyoung found himself in his office, seeking solace with closed eyes. He was attempting to sink into the embrace of his comfortable chair, savoring the cool breeze from the AC.

"Woo, I love you," Y/N whispered, resting her head on Wooyoung's warm, bareback and planting a soft kiss on his shoulder. Wooyoung chuckled, responding that he loved her even more.

Feeling playful, Y/N wrapped her arms around him from behind, burying her face in the crook of Wooyoung's neck, recalling just how ticklish he was almost everywhere. Without hesitation, she began tickling his stomach, causing Wooyoung to squirm under her touch.

Their bodies pressed close, and Wooyoung couldn't hold back the laughter as Y/N's playful assault continued. Finally, he managed to turn around, swiftly pinning Y/N beneath him, and gently restraining her wrists above her head. "You've become quite the troublemaker," he teased, his breath warm against her face.

"Well, I'm picking up a few tricks from Grace," Y/N replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes, prompting a deep, joyful laugh from Wooyoung. As he looked at her, Y/N gazed back, studying his features as if she were memorizing them, a hint of worry shadowing her expression. Wooyoung sensed her unease and released her wrists, leaning over her but keeping his arms at her sides.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" Wooyoung asked, his tone now filled with concern.

Y/N chuckled softly before speaking, "I missed you, missed this face, this glow," her eyes fixed on Wooyoung's warm, sunset-lit features. "So warm and loving." A tear welled up, escaping down her cheek.

"Please don't cry," Wooyoung whispered, his thumb brushing Y/N's cheek tenderly. "We've been through so much pain. I can't bear to lose you again."

"You have no idea how much I love you," Wooyoung continued, his forehead touching hers gently. "I'd go to hell and back to find you if anyone tried to take you away. You're mine."

"I'll never leave you," Y/N whispered back, her lips finding him in a deep, loving kiss. But their moment was cut short by a sudden knock. Y/N quickly pushed Wooyoung away, sitting up and grabbing her clothes to dress before anyone entered, Wooyoung did the same. "I think it's Grace," Y/N remarked with a hint of urgency.

Wooyoung was in the midst of getting ready when the unexpected knocking on his door startled him. "But she was supposed to come tomorrow," he muttered to himself, pulling up his pants hastily. He glanced around for his shirt, which he had casually tossed aside earlier.

As he hurriedly slipped on his shirt, Wooyoung called out, "Baby, are you dressed?" He chuckled, assuming Y/N was struggling with her own clothes. The knocking grew louder, making him feel uneasy. "Baby? Y/N?" Wooyoung continued, expecting a playful response

However, when he turned around, Y/N was nowhere to be seen. "Y/N? Where did you go?" His voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern, he checked the bathroom and scanned the room, but there was no sign of her. "Y/N?" The knocking now seemed to echo, causing his head to spin.

Panic started to set in as the room felt suffocatingly silent. Wooyoung struggled to catch his breath, his chest tightening inexplicably. Gripping his neck, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Just then, the door swung open. Wooyoung blinked rapidly as he came to, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

Another dream about Y/N slipping away—each time, the pain felt fresh, cutting through the haze of sleep. His colleague, sensing his distress, hurried over and knelt beside him, gently stroking his palm to soothe him.

"Chief, it's okay. You're okay," she reassured him, rising swiftly to fetch a bottle of water. Wooyoung accepted it gratefully, drinking down the cool liquid in one go.

"A nightmare?" she asked softly, receiving a weary nod from Wooyoung.

"I think you need to rest, Chief," she suggested with genuine concern. "You hardly ever leave the office, and even when you do go home, I imagine you don't get much sleep. You're pushing yourself too hard."

"I'm fine," Wooyoung replied in a stern voice.

"No, you are not, Chief. To hell with the honorifics, Wooyoung. You need to think straight, be rational, and okay," Hyeri said firmly. Wooyoung looked at her with surprise—it was the first time she had talked to him informally.

"And you need to focus here. Dammit, Mingi is looking into Y/N's case. So be here, you lovesick gentleman."

"Mind your language and your own business, Hyeri!" Wooyoung shouted.

"I am minding my business. I need our office to be a little more positive so we can solve this case quickly. But sorry, Chief, ever since Y/N left—and I'm not just talking about a month ago—you've been the same as you were five years ago," she retorted, her voice rising. "And don't mind me, but I think this time she might not come back. So get your senses back."

"Get out!" Wooyoung shouted.

"That's what you do, isn't it? When things don't go your way, you become like this. You know, the main problem isn't Y/N—it's you. I wish Y/N never comes back," Hyeri growled as she stomped out of the cabin, leaving distraught Wooyoung alone in his office.

Alone in the quiet of the night, Wooyoung knelt down, overwhelmed by thoughts swirling in his mind. Hyeri's words echoed, planting seeds of doubt that gnawed at him. He left the police station long after everyone had gone home, the night duty officers now the only company left. Going home or staying at the office were both out of the question. He felt lost, unsure of where to turn or who to reach out to.

So, almost on autopilot, Wooyoung found himself gravitating towards the nearest club. Sitting at the bar, he ordered a whiskey neat, hoping it might dull the ache inside him. Glass after glass, he drank as if seeking solace at the bottom of each one. But instead of relief, the memories he wanted to escape flooded back stronger than ever.

The room spun around him, faces morphing into haunting images of Y/N and Grace. His body felt heavy, his mind clouded with the alcohol's embrace. The bartender, noticing his state, offered assistance, suggesting a cab. Wooyoung declined, stumbling out into the chilly night air.

Walking unsteadily down the street, he caught the disapproving glances of passersby, their eyes speaking volumes of silent judgment. Each step felt like a battle against his own body, the alcohol numbing his senses but failing to numb his pain.

Then, just as he stepped onto the pedestrian walk, he collided with someone. The man's voice cut through the haze, icy with irritation. Wooyoung blinked, trying to focus on the stranger obscured by a mask. He mumbled an apology, feeling like an intruder in the ordinary world around him.

The man's cold demeanor softened slightly as he chuckled, a mix of amusement and resignation. "Watch where you're going, buddy. Some of us still have places to be," he remarked before continuing on his way, muttering under his breath about the state of things nowadays.

As Wooyoung was about to take another step, the world around him suddenly dimmed, like someone had turned down the brightness on a screen. Before he knew it, he was collapsing right onto the pedestrian walk. The darkness seemed to envelop him, and a groan escaped his lips—not the kind of groan from hitting the ground, but one born from the ache in his heart.

Wooyoung lay there, feeling the weight of more than just his body. Thoughts swirled like distant sirens, distant flashes of worry. He knew this wasn't just physical pain. The ground beneath him felt unforgiving, matching the turmoil within.

Passersby paused, concern etching lines on their faces as they approached. One voice, gentle yet urgent, broke through the haze. "Are you alright? Can we help?" A hand reached out, offering both stability and comfort.

Wooyoung managed a weak nod "Take your time," another voice offered, calm and reassuring. "We're here."

For a moment, the darkness lightened just a bit. Wooyoung closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, allowing himself to relax for a bit. The pain in his heart didn't vanish, but somehow, it felt a bit more bearable maybe because of the alcohol in his system.

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leatherbookmark · 22 days

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laughing because i've seen people come up with theories as to why the teaser duos are like this -- more subunit songs? kq joining order? some kinda Reference? well for me it is Fanfiction Ship Order i'm afraid 👍

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juniormint1125 · 1 year

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Unexpected - Part 1 - Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Unexpected – Part 1 of 3 Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Reader x A Surprise Member Summary: Your boyfriend Wooyoung suggests a threesome for your pleasure. When the choice of who will join you is left up to him, you’re surprised by his decision. Word Count: 2,165 Genre: smut Warnings/Contains: mfm threesome, tattooed reader who is shy about the encounter, fingering, oral (female receiving), slight edging, overstimulation

Wooyoung trails kisses along the curve of your neck. He moves slowly and gently, his lips barely touching your skin. “Are you sure you still want to do this, angel?”

You nod, looking into his eyes. “Just a little anxious.”

“Me too,” he chuckles. “We can stop anytime. Just say the word, okay?”

You nod again, smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

The first time Wooyoung mentioned the idea, he’d stumbled over his words and turned blood red when he finally finished speaking. He wanted to please you; he wanted you to be satisfied. The trust you and Wooyoung have is complete; you’re both secure in your sex life. So, you’d ultimately agreed to his request. And you’re not going to back out, no matter how nervous you feel.

He kisses your forehead, then looks past you, and nods. His lips come back to yours, and you jump a little when a second pair of hands slide across your back. Electricity sparks on your skin. These hands are different than Wooyoung’s. There are callouses on the palms, and the fingers are long and slender, Wooyoung’s thick and brawny. You shudder at the contrast and Wooyoung smiles.

A thick, husky baritone resonates in your ear. “Hello, Y/N.”

Yeosang. Not who you envisioned. Actually, you’re not sure who you expected Wooyoung would choose to join you. You left the decision completely up to him, so as not to wound his ego. You have to admit, you’re pleasantly surprised by his choice.

Yeosang stays hidden behind you, his hands moving leisurely over your arms, up to your shoulders. The silk of your robe flows over your skin with the movement of his hands, and the feeling is luxurious. His limber fingers knead into your flesh. You whimper into Wooyoung’s mouth as Yeosang’s fingers work to unravel the tension in your neck. Wooyoung’s mouth curls into a smile against your lips.

Yeosang’s hands snake around the front of your robe to untie the knot holding it together. You swallow hard as he slides the cloth from your shoulders. You’re relieved he’s behind you, as a sudden flare of self-consciousness washes over you. You wonder what he’ll think, seeing your body for the first time. Wooyoung worships every inch of your flesh, each dimple and scar his own religion. Yeosang’s initial impression might be very different.

“Pretty,” he breathes once he’s freed your body. You’re wearing white, a matching set made from delicate lace that Wooyoung bought for you to wear specifically for the occasion.

“Beautiful,” Wooyoung corrects him.

Yeosang chuckles before answering. “Yes, she is.”

With a single fingertip, he traces the intricate branches of the tree of life tattoo that covers a sizable portion of your back. The black ink is striking against your pale flesh. “Beautiful,” he mutters.

As Wooyoung leans back against the headboard, his body shifts, pressing his cock against the thin fabric of your panties. You bite against your bottom lip, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Would you like to see the rest of her?” Wooyoung asks him.

“Very much,” Yeosang answers.

Wooyoung looks into your eyes. “Can you let Yeosang see how beautiful you are, angel?”

He helps you turn so that you’re facing Yeosang. The broad muscles of his chest against your back provide a sense of security, but you’re unable to look Yeosang in the eye, the unfamiliarity of the situation making you hesitant. Wooyoung’s thumb caresses your cheek, encouraging you to lift your eyes.

“It’s okay, angel. Let him see your gorgeous eyes.” The color of your eyes has been Wooyoung’s fascination since you met. They’re a steely blue; icy cold, he says, but simultaneously warm and inviting. And he loves to show them off.

You lift your face, and for the first time, meet Yeosang’s gaze. His gentle smile is comforting, and you relax a little in Wooyoung’s arms.

Yeosang stretches his hand out toward you. “May I touch you?” he asks.

You peek at Wooyoung. “It’s your choice, angel,” he smiles.

You look back at Yeosang and nod. He inches closer and his fingers delicately stroke your face. Your skin warms under his touch as he caresses your features. “You are lovely, Y/N.”

You feel yourself blushing. “Thank you,” you whisper.

He trails his fingertips down your neck and across your collar bone. They travel down your chest circling around your breast, shifting the lace against your nipple. You inhale sharply as he does the same to the other. Continuing the journey over your body, he traces along your hip, just above the edge of your panties.

“These are stunning, Y/N,” he comments, circling his fingers over the lace.

“Wooyoung chose them.”

“He has excellent taste.” Yeosang stares into your eyes, his gaze boring through you. You glance away, intimidated by his stare. He tips your chin, drawing your eyes back to his.

“Are you nervous, beautiful?” he asks. You nod, forcing yourself to hold his stare. “Don’t be, I promise to take wonderful care of you.”

Wooyoung chuckles behind you and moves to kiss your neck. His hands slide down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. His touch is reassuring.

Yeosang moves so that he’s positioned between your legs. As he does, his knees push them apart. He runs his hands along the inside of your thighs, again kneading his fingers into your flesh. Wooyoung is quiet behind you, watching as Yeosang caresses your body.

His hands wander over your clothed core, and he hums as he presses the fabric against you. You didn’t realize you were already wet. You wince a little as he applies pressure to your clit, rubbing his thumb in tight circles. Your hips twitch at the movement, and Wooyoung presses your interlaced hands against them to still you.

“As beautiful as these are, Y/N, may I remove them?” Yeosang requests.

You whisper a yes that’s barely audible.

“Wait until you see how beautiful her pussy is,” Wooyoung compliments you.

Yeosang hooks his fingers under the band of your panties, and as Wooyoung lifts your hips, he slides them down your legs. He places them on the bed beside you, then with his willowy fingers, presses against your thighs, exposing your body to his gaze.

There’s a sharp intake of air and he smiles. His fingers brush against your folds as he whispers, “My, my, my.”

“I told you,” Wooyoung says proudly. “Ravishing.”

Yeosang simply smiles as his fingers continue their light drumming. One finger presses against your hole and you whimper in anticipation. He doesn’t enter you, but brings his finger to his lips, sucking your arousal from it.

“Why don’t we let Wooyoung have a taste?” he suggests, taking your hand in his and moving it against your wetness. His hand covers yours, and he slowly presses both his and your finger inside. The feeling of fullness makes you contract as he moves your fingers in and out purposefully. You whine when he pulls them out, offering yours up for Wooyoung to feast on.

Wooyoung sucks your finger into his mouth, groaning in pleasure. You crane your neck towards him, and he pulls you to his lips. “You okay?” he whispers.

You smile, giving him a little nod. With his thumb, he turns your face back toward Yeosang, then takes your wrists in his hand, pinning them to his chest. Yeosang positions himself firmly between your legs. He doesn’t hesitate, drawing his fingers over your hole, finally pressing one inside. Your body fights against Wooyoung’s grip as Yeosang’s other hand moves to caress your breast. His fingers tweak your nipple, the friction of the lace against your skin making you moan.

Yeosang eases another finger inside your drenched hole, moving them slowly and deliberately inside you. One of Wooyoung’s hands kneads your breast, the other exerting a slight pressure on your neck to turn your face to his. He locks his lips on yours, sloppily kissing you before thrusting his tongue in your mouth. Wooyoung’s taken your full attention, so you’re startled when Yeosang inserts a third finger inside you, accelerating the speed of his movements. You let out a small gasp at the welcome intrusion.

“Is he making you feel good, angel?” Wooyoung growls into your mouth. You nod your head, planting soft kisses on his lips. You’re still immersed in Wooyoung’s kiss when you feel Yeosang’s breath scorching against your clit. He flicks his tongue back and forth against the bud, then sucks it into his mouth. You bite your lip to keep yourself from shrieking.

“Let Yeosang hear your pretty moans, Y/N. So, he can know how good he’s making you feel.”

“Yes, please,” Yeosang agrees. “I want to know how much you’re enjoying my mouth on your pussy. Because I certainly am enjoying it.” His tongue licks up the middle of your folds, plunging inside your core. It darts inside and out and this time you don’t hold back. You feel Yeosang smile against you. He continues his assault, titillating and thrilling you when he shifts his attention back to your clit.

You nestle into Wooyoung, and he relaxes against the pillows, his attention once again on the show before him. He holds your hands sweetly. You lower your eyes to watch Yeosang. He forms a regular rhythm, lapping at your entrance and thrusting his tongue inside. He alternates flicking his tongue over your clit. Your body begins to burn with desire for more.

“Woo, please, touch me,” you mutter.

“Of course, angel.” His hands travel down your body to where Yeosang is engaged. With one hand, Wooyoung spreads you open, then uses the other to grind against your clit. Yeosang follows his lead and shifts his tactic. He wedges his fingers back inside you, one at a time, until all three are once again snug inside you. With a come-hither motion, he curls up his fingers until they’re rubbing directly on your g-spot. With Wooyoung’s fingers on clit, your orgasm is building fast. You whimper at the insistent stimulation and Wooyoung knows you’re close.

“Is my angel ready to cum?” he inquires loudly. Yeosang’s eyes meet yours and he smiles wickedly. He curls his fingers faster and the resulting whine makes Wooyoung chuckle ostentatiously.

“Tell me, angel,” he whispers so only you can hear. “Tell me you want to cum.”

“Please,” you breathe.

“Please what, angel?”

“I want to cum, please,” you beg him.

“Ask Yeosang,” he snickers.

Yeosang’s eyebrow raises in enjoyment. He’s playing right along with Wooyoung’s game, almost as if they’d planned it. You look into his eyes. “Please.”

He stills his fingers inside you. “I want to hear you say my name, Y/N. Say my name and let Wooyoung know who you want to make you cum.”

Wooyoung scoffs behind you, and you wonder if you should say the agreed upon word to stop everything. “It’s okay, angel,” he reiterates. “Go ahead.”

You look at him to make sure, but there’s no anger in his eyes. He smiles at you lovingly. When you look back, Yeosang’s watching you expectantly. “Please, Yeosang.”

“Louder.” He’s pushing Wooyoung unsparingly.

You raise your voice. “Please, Yeosang.” He continues watching, waiting for more. “I want you to make me cum.”

“Gladly,” he smirks.

He glances fleetingly at Wooyoung. Wooyoung withdraws his hands from your body, as if he’s been given some sort of signal. They did plan this! But you’re only angry for a second. Yeosang leans closer to you, his tongue traveling to your clit. Once he’s established a regular rhythm, he invades your pussy with his fingers. He’s not gentle this time, but furiously curls his fingertips against your walls.

Heat builds directly in your core, the familiar sensation of your orgasm inching closer. Yeosang hums against your sex and the vibration pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses and clenches as you let go around his tongue. But he doesn’t stop; he’s relentless, pushing you toward another orgasm. It feels like too much, and you try to pull away, but he grips your hips tightly and you can’t move. You writhe against him, whimpering. Wooyoung’s at your ear, whispering words of encouragement.

“Again, angel. Cum for me again.” He strokes your cheek.

Yeosang’s tongue propels you to the brink again, and you crumble once more. He slows for only a moment as your walls clutch around nothing. He looks into your eyes. “Just once more, beautiful.”

His tongue flicks again over your clit, and you yelp. “I can’t,” you croak.

“You can, angel,” Wooyoung decrees. “Once more for me.”

For one final time, Yeosang grinds his fingers over your g-spot, while his tongue bombards your clit, over and over. You scream as you tumble anew into ecstasy. Your body jerks uncontrollably, and Wooyoung wraps you in his arms.

“You were amazing, angel,” he coos in your ear. Breathing heavily, you smile at his praise. “When you’re ready, it’s Yeosang’s turn.”

You look up to see Yeosang sitting on the edge of the bed, smirking.

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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take care of me; san x reader

request: our lovely cancer is san :)) key-points: passionate and submissive, repressed feelings that end up with him giving himself completely to his partner once feelings have been admitted

synopsis: san doesn't do relationships. at least that's what he used to think. when you came into his life, he changed his ways and let down his walls. you give him the opportunity to fully relax in every way.

a/n: this is my first time writing a male sub pls be nice idk how to do this😭😭 honestly might be the filthiest thing i’ve written bc i usually do very fluffy smut.. i think i blacked out while writing bc when rereading it i kept thinking that i couldn’t have written this

cw: praise kink, oral (f and m receving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it up pls), sub/dom dynamic, reader is afab but gender neutral otherwise :D

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, non-idol!au

word count: 3.4k

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He found himself in your arms again. You were laying with your back against the couch's armrest, and San had taken his place on top of you. Never in his life had he imagined someone running their fingers through his hair could feel this amazing. But here he was, and he was utterly melting into your touch. You were talking about something, and although San tried to listen he couldn't bring himself to. His focus was far gone. As soon as he had stepped through the door to your apartment, his entire body relaxed to the scent of you surrounding him.

Of course, you had no idea that San felt this way. In fact, you had no idea that he acted differently around you than he did around others. The two of you met in one of your university courses. You had been sitting behind him, and he turned around to ask you for a pencil. He was charming, but a bit arrogant. When you spoke to him, acting like an average person does to a complete stranger, he was surprised that you didn't know him. You had obviously apologized and asked if you had met before, but he answered with a shrug and said that "everyone knew him". That might have been true, but you were never one to socialize much. You told him this and he hummed, trying not to seem slightly disappointed. The next time you had a lecture, he sat down next to you. He started talking to you, eventually, he walked with you around campus, and the two of you even started having lunch together. San asked you out after a few weeks of knowing you, but you declined. It was clear that he wasn't usually rejected, but he stayed respectful to you. Your friendship continued, and you started hearing more about his reputation. Despite learning this, you didn't stop hanging out with him. In your eyes, he had been nothing but kind and respectful. It surprised San, but he never remarked on it.

After a few months of friendship, San started to change. He went out less, just to hang out with you more. Over time, you developed feelings for him. And when you confessed, he reciprocated. Your relationship was slow, as both of you were trying to navigate a completely new situation. He had never been in a committed relationship, and you didn't have much experience. But so far it was working out.

It was different the first time you had sex. After knowing San for so long, he seemed strangely tense in the situation. Despite him being more experienced, you were the one who ended up comforting him. He kept acting in ways that you didn't recognize as him. That evening you didn't get very far. Both of you ended up just going to sleep instead of continuing. You thought it was your fault, that you weren't good enough for him. At the same time, San felt horrible about not being able to perform well enough for you. However, the two of you talked it through the next day - a plus about being so close before getting together was that you weren't afraid of having these conversations. San told you of his past partners wanting him to "take control", and he had only assumed you expected the same. Once you communicated that it wasn't anything you wanted, you tried again. San was still a bit tense, but you were both at least able to orgasm. And as you had been riding out your high, you had said something that threw him off guard, that had sent him over the edge as well. As you came, his ear had been right by your lips and he heard you whisper "such a good job" and "my good boy". He didn't mention it afterward, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

But now San was in your embrace. Safe, comfortable, and happy. And he shouldn't be thinking about it, but he was. Your hands ventured from his hair to his back, rubbing soft circles on his sweater-clad skin.

"San?", you asked in a careful tone, like you were questioning if he was asleep.

He hummed in response, yet kept his eyes closed.

"I need to go to the bathroom, could you get up?", you patted the back of his head.

"Noo, I'm so comfy...", San whined.

"I know, baby, but I'll be back in a second.", you cooed at him.

"Ugh, fine.", he sat up and let you get up.

"Good boy.", you said, jokingly, as you pet his cheek.

You walked away from him unaware of what you had done. San felt his cock twitch under his clothes. He couldn't help it, his mind started running. Of course, he liked it when people praised him but it was different when you did it. He imagined what it would feel like to eat you out, hearing you moan out how good he was making you feel. Or what it would be like if you were to jerk him off while whispering about what a good boy he was. This made him think of you riding him, letting you take control and take care of him. Without realizing it, he had put his hand in his sweatpants and had begun caressing his dick over his underwear. He just needed some sort of friction, he was too hard to just "forget about it". But no matter how much his hand rubbed and his hips bucked up, he couldn't get off. He wasn't in the right mind to do it properly, his brain completely melted from your cuddles and the thoughts of the nasty things you could do to him. He was so long gone that he didn't hear you leave the bathroom.

"Uh... San?", you said, standing by the end of the couch again.

He stopped, looking up at you with big teary eyes. As you approached him, San fell back on the couch, his head hitting a pillow. From beside him, he grabbed another pillow to put over his crotch. You sat down in front of him again, putting a hand on his leg.

"Are you okay?", you asked with so much sincerity that San almost started crying at just that.

"I'm sorry-"

"Why are you sorry?", you gave him a soft smile, "I mean, it's a little odd to try to get off in my living room when I'm not here - but that's not my point. Why are you tearing up?"

San brought a hand up to his eyes, surprised to wipe a tear away from there. His face grew red. He had been so needy that he almost started crying.

"I need you.", he admitted shyly.

"This randomly?", you chuckled, "Did something happen? Why are you like this so suddenly?"

"I just...", he muttered, "Promise to not think I'm weird?"

"I don't think you're weird, baby, I could never."

"... I want you to take care of me.", he admitted hesitantly.

"Take care of you? What would that entail?", you asked, suddenly very intrigued.

"I want to...", San struggled, "I want you to call me... your good boy."

You recalled the past few times you had called him that. Honestly, it always just slipped out. You didn't mean to do it, but had you known he liked it you would have done it sooner. With a stern hand, you grabbed the pillow over his crotch and tried to yank it away.

"No, please, Y/N... it's embarrassing.", San whined and held the pillow in place.

"If you want me to take care of you, I have to see your little problem first.", you told him and he removed the pillow, "There's a good boy."

At your teasing tone, San let out another whimper. You looked at his hard cock through his sweatpants. There was a wet patch where his head was, coming from all the precum leaking out of him. You gently rubbed his hard shaft over his pants. San began to whimper and threw his head back on the pillow. His hand flew to his mouth to stop any lewd noises from getting out. It was very different from his usual performance during sex, but it was very appreciated.

"Don't hide, baby.", you said, "Let me hear you."

You helped San slide his pants off as he held his hips up for you. After placing a soft kiss on his hipbone, you pulled his underwear off as well. Now he was left in only his fluffy sweater. The sight was oddly endearing. He was extremely hard, his pink tip already leaking with precum.

"Oh, my poor baby...", you cooed, "Don't worry, I'll take such good care of you."

You surprise yourself in how easily you've settled in this role - but it had always been somewhat of a fantasy of yours to take complete control. San is writhing underneath you as you gently pump his cock in your hand. Spreading the precum over your hand, you use it as make-shift lube for the time being.

"Please, don't tease me...", he whined.

"I'm sorry, love.", you smiled at him, "You're just so pretty. I need fully appreciate you."

Something about the way he moans out your name when you take him in your mouth has your thighs clenching to find some sort of relief. You bob your head up and down his, as his whines grow louder. He didn't fully fit in your mouth, and you took the last bit of him with your hand instead. When you looked up at him, his eyes were shut tight, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and his mouth hung open to release the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. Your mouth let go of his length with a pop, and San began bucking his hips into your hand. With your saliva all over him, you started jerking him off quicker.

"Stay still.", you commanded, "Or you don't get to cum."

You don't know where it came from, but the demand fell so naturally from your lips. San's eyes shot open, and he began squirming in desperation - which you assumed was an attempt to cum quicker so that you couldn't take it from him. You pushed his hips down and gently squeezed his shaft.

"I thought you said you wanted to be my good boy?", you still your hand movements, "Just stay still and I will give you what you want."

"Feels so good...", he mumbles, "Please... more."

"I'll make you feel so good, but you have to follow my rules.", you hum, "You have to give in to me, okay?"

"Okay...", he nodded.

"Now let's get this sweater off.", you say and let go of him to pull off the last piece of fabric, "We don't want to get this cute thing all messy, yeah?"

San was completely naked in front of you. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was slightly messy. You spit on your hand before wrapping it around him again. After setting a steady pace, you noticed that he kept staring at your chest. While pushing your arms together you could see your cleavage in your tank top. You leaned even further forward, giving him a clear view. If you overexaggerated your movements slightly, your tits started bouncing and threatened to spill out of your shirt.

"I want to touch you...", he said in a constrained voice, never taking his eyes off of your chest.

"Later, baby...", you hummed, "Just watch me, for now, okay?"

He nodded and kept his eyes on you. You speeded up your movements, determined to make him cum on himself. By the distant look in his eyes, and his heavy breathing, you could only assume he was close.

"Want to cum all over yourself?", you asked, "Make a mess all over your tummy, hm?"

His mouth fell open in a moan as he nodded. You continued your quick pace and started fondling his balls, trying to bring him even closer to an orgasm. San began babbling, asking you if he could cum. All you did was hum in agreement, and white strings of cum shot onto his toned stomach. You cooed as you helped him through his orgasm. For some reason, the lewd scene looked so cute on him - and teasing him for it made it even better.

"You're such a messy boy...", you purred, "Let's clean you up, yeah?"

You brought to fingers to his stomach and wiped away some of his cum. The two messy fingers went past his lips as he sucked the liquid away.

"Good boy.", you praised and he whined around your fingers.

"Can I touch you now?", he asked between heavy breaths.

A laugh fell from your lips at his eagerness. Nevertheless, you agreed. He reached for your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet yet needy, and all the while he was fiddling with your clothes. He pulled away to take off your shirt and proceeded to kiss down to your chest. San took one of your nipples in his mouth while he kneaded your other breast in your hand.

"Hey...", you said breathlessly, trying to get his attention.

He whined against you, trying to bring you even closer. You just wanted to clean him up before you continued experimenting. But he wasn't listening, all too transfixed in touching you. With your clean hand, you grab his hair and yank him away. He looks up at you with big eyes.

"We have to clean you up first.", you murmured and he nodded.

San went to the bathroom and washed himself up, while you went into the bedroom. You discarded the rest of your clothes and sat down on the bed. As soon as San joined you, his hands roamed your body all over.

"I want to taste you...", he muttered against your skin.

You leaned back and spread your legs from him. He admired your glistening pussy, gently spreading your slickness around your folds. Your breath hitched in your throat as he brought his mouth down to lick a stripe up your cunt.

"If you do well for me, I might just let you fuck me.", you raised your eyebrows at him.

"... could you ride me?", he asked, still a bit shy.

"Whatever you want.", you grinned, "As long as you make me cum on your tongue first, of course."

San put two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them before prodding them against your hole. When he started pumping in and out of you, getting you comfortable with the sensation, he brought his mouth to your clit. A string of curses fell from your mouth and your hands nested in his hair, keeping him in his place.

"Keep doing that...", you whimper as his fingers hit that one spot in you that made your toes curl, "You're doing so good for me."

He whined against you and seemed even more persistent to continue. In the midst of his neediness, he couldn't focus on keeping everything neat. Slobbering sounds echoed through the room as he sucked on your clit and plunged his fingers deep inside of you. Neither of you could keep quiet, deprived sounds bubbling out of your throats every other second. The tightening feeling in your stomach grew stronger. You started grinding yourself against his tongue. San let you use him as your orgasm hit you. When you looked down you saw San grinding against the mattress. You pulled him up from your throbbing cunt, breaking his focus. His lower face was glistening in your juices and his eyes were sparkling.

"Did I do good?", he breathed out.

"So good, baby.", you giggle and cup his cheek, "Are you feeling a bit needy again?"

"I want you.", he said breathlessly, "I want to be inside you, please."

You pretended to think about it, enjoying watching him squirm a bit too much. However, you gave in eventually and nodded. The two of you shuffled around the bed until you ended up on top of him. You were hovering above his hips. San's hand was on your hips, anxiously kneading the flesh under his fingers.

"No touching.", you grinned and pinned his hands above his head, "Keep your hands there for me, okay?"

"But I want to touch you...", he pouted.

You thought of a punishment that you could use to ensure that he wouldn't touch you. You had already used the threat of taking away his orgasm, but what if you did the opposite? To stabilize yourself, you put your hands on his chest.

"If you touch me", you leaned down to him, "I'll make you cum so many times you lose count. I won't care how overstimulated you are because I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

San shivered and pushed his hands against the pillows. You grinned at his obedience. With that, you sank down onto his length. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm but tried to keep your cool. Wet skin slapping against skin resonated through the bedroom, along with the many moans and whimpers from either of you. No matter if your legs grew weary because seeing San writhe and whine beneath you was all the motivation you needed.

"Touch...", he hummed breathlessly, "Please."

"No, baby, hands to yourself.", you sighed as you kept bouncing, "You want to be good for me, don't you?"

He nodded vigorously, showing you his enthusiasm, but his eyes were hazy. You reached over to his face to cup his cheek in your palm. San leaned into your touch, whining at finally getting some sort of contact with you again.

"You're doing so good...", you murmured, "Maybe you deserve a reward."

"Yes, please!", he mewled.

You paused to moan as you started grinding against him. San squirmed under you, desperate to touch you. So to be nice, you took his hands away from the pillows and put them on your hips. He grabbed the skin and started lifting his hips up to meet yours.

"Feels so good...", he blubbered while desperately fucking up into you, "Thank you, thank you..."

"Baby, I didn't even give you your reward yet.", you panted and tried to still his hips with your hands, "You have to stop moving if you want to cum."

San stopped moving and looked at you with big eyes. He sat up, his face was just by your chest. With pleading eyes, he silently asked for permission, and when you nodded he began kissing your collarbone area and down to your breasts.

"I want you to cum only after I'm done, okay?", you caressed his cheek and he nodded against your palm, "Good boy."

As you began bouncing on his dick again he whimpered against your skin. You felt something warm in your lower stomach growing tighter. When your walls fluttered around him, it was as if it reminded San of the situation he was in. One of his hands went down to your clit and rubbed quick but sloppy circles there. And as you came around him you started shaking, your legs growing tired. In the midst of riding out your high, San pulled you off of him and came over your chest.

"So good for me, baby, good job.", you whispered out.

He leaned his head against your shoulder. With a small giggle, you patted the back of his head.

"Thank you", he muttered, "For not thinking I'm weird."

"Of course, baby.", you kissed his temple, "Did I do okay?"

"You did great.", he chuckled.

"Good... I kind of liked it.", you hummed, "Could we try it again sometime?"

"I was hoping you'd ask.", he looked up at you and smiled.

The two of you relaxed against each other, sweaty and messy but content. For once, it didn't feel forced to have sex with your boyfriend.

"Thanks for trusting me.", you whispered.

He looked up at you and smiled again, it was enough for you to understand. Despite not wanting to, you got up and wobbled over to the bathroom - San followed close behind. The two of you took a quick shower together. Tired hands soaping up your grimy skin, and shampooing your hair.

When you got back to the bedroom you saw the mess you had made. San's arms were wrapped around your middle, and you leaned against his chest in defeat.

"We could sleep on the couch.", he suggested, "I can fix this in the morning for you."

"Thanks, bub.", you patted his cheek.

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Hi I love your writing so much!!~ I came here to ask if I could request a smut fluff with Ateez Dom!Yunho and Sub!Female reader. I was thinking of a plot with Ateez is on a tour and reader goes there to surprise Yunho and the rest of Ateez. Reader and Yunho haven’t seen each other for a while so they showed how much they had missed each other.~

Thank you beforehand!~

Im literally so sorry for answering this so late! I’ve been having trouble writing atm and I wanted to make sure I answered your request well so I didn’t rush but I realize it’s literally been so long and I’m so sorry😭 also I may or may not have flustered myself at the end🥴

-𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐅𝐭: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, little angst but it’s barley even there

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: reader lies to Yunho (for good purposes it’s VALID), Yunho is a sad boi :(, so. much. kissing, like it’s almost unbearable, pwp, established relationship, wooyo nipples, the ending is so fluffy (except for one part teehee) I nearly puked.

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!Yunho, sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, size kink… c’mon it’s Yunho what do you expect?, fingering, very minor handjob, praise, BIG DICK YUNHO, belly bulge, marking, sir kink, spanking, pet names (baby, tiny, good girl, princess), mentions of when reader was a virgin, they’re both horny and in love, aftercare.

Four months.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen or held your Yunho in person.

It was miserable. You always missed him, and the only way you got to see him was through FaceTime calls (which he now hardly had time for) and clips of him you saw on YouTube.

You were lonely yes, but you weren’t mad. You could never be mad at Yunho. You’ve been dating since before he was even an Idol; a few months before he became a trainee actually. You’ve always been by his side and had no intentions of going anywhere else.

You knew it was going to be difficult dating an Idol; barley being able to see him and always missing him and being left alone when he went away for tours. But you knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted to continue dating him. You knew the chances of being left alike to your devices, waking up at ungodly hours to him opening your apartment door and flopping down to sleep with you, listening as he mumbled sleepy apologies and saying how much he loved and missed you.

As frustrating as it was sometimes, you loved him. And you loved his members too.

They were like brothers to you, and you missed them as well.

You would always support Yunho through his dream and passion, encouraging him to keep going and being his number one fan through it all.

Did you cry some night because you missed him? Yes. Did that mean you took out your lonely, touch starved anger out on him when all he was doing was living the life he wanted? Of course not.

You were actually one of the people who really encouraged him to try out for being in a group, and after awhile of helping him build confidence, he finding listened.

And now look where he was.

As lonely as you were, you’d never know how much lonelier Yunho was.

He didn’t know he needed you as much as he did until he was away from you for extended periods of time. He would constantly have the urge to feel your wrapped in his arms; to squeeze your smaller body against his and give you every drop of love he could squeeze out.

Being away from you killed Yunho, but being away from you also made him perform harder.

He knew you watched the clips people posted of him dancing, so he made sure he gave it his all so when he saw you again, he’d get the best cuddles ever while listening to you praise him as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Damn…

Thinking about it makes his heart hurt.

He mused grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, pressing several little pecks against your lips and telling you he loves you.

He’s also been violently horny but we’ll talk about that later.

After the first day of the concert you managed to get in contact with Yunho, telling him you watched the live stream and how he did so so well and you were so proud of him.

He felt his heart grow ten times bigger heading your praise, cheeks raising in a smile and anyone looking would think he was a kid in a candy store from how giddy he was. “You guys looked so good! No matter how many times I hear you sing you always so so amazing Yu! Your voice is so so pretty.”

God, he loved you so fucking much.

“Thank you tiny, but you know instead of watching online you could maaybe come to a show and come see me.” This wasn’t the first time he’d asked you to do this.

You loved Yunho, but sometimes he was incredibly gullible.

If he looked closely enough, he could see the room behind you was definitely not your own. It wasn’t your best friends room either. So if he saw, he might either assume you’re cheating on him, or… whatever other option there is.

You flew in right after the concert had ended, got to your hotel (which, thanks to Hongjoong and Seonghwa, was the one they were staying in) and settled in. He had no idea you were there, and you intended to keep it that way.

The only ones who knew about you being there were Joong and Hwa, since they were the only ones you trusted enough not to open their mouths and ruin the surprise. You saw Hongjoong walk behind Yunho, and his face turned into a smile, walking over to peer over Yunho’s shoulder and talk to you.

“Hi Y/n.”

“Hey Joongie. You guys did amazing by the way, no matter how many times I see it the performances just get better and better.” His face flushed a light pink, always happy to get praise about his group and their progress.

“Thanks, I wish you were here thought, we miss you.”

“Uh, hello? Can I please talk to MY girlfriend in peace?” Yunho butted in, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that made Joong roll his eyes and you laugh.

“Girlfriend shmirlfriend, there’s not one thing you two together that we call can’t do together.” He was not ready for the quick answered he got.

“Yunho gets to kiss her.” Seonghwa said.

“Yunho gets to give her hickies.” Wooyoung pointed out.

“He can literally fuck her you guys. That’s what you can’t do with her, asshole.” Yeosang scoffed, yelling when Hongjoong ran off to jump on him (but he was very easily held up, I’m whipped for Yeo’s arms). You snickered, love ring your mouth to keep your laughter down in fear of what the people in the rooms next to you would do.

Yunho grumbled to himself, walking out of the chaotic room to finally have peace and quiet to speak to you.

Second day of the tour in the country they were in, and you were currently getting dressed.

You decided to use an inspired outfit, loving how Wooyoungs outfit was so you made your own little spin-off. You got a white bandanna and wrapped it around your chest after using a friends cricket machine to put ‘break the wall’ ‘shout’ and other things on his shirt on yours. Wrapping it around your chest and tying it tightly, you draped a white leather jacket over your shoulders, pulling on a pair of white high waisted jeans and slipping on your white platform Converse after doing your make-up and styling for hair.

In you were being honest, you felt good.

You arrived early, and quickly after hundreds of thousands of people flooded in after you. Damn, that’s a lot of people.

Once you reached the front of the line you showed the guard the special pass Hongjoong had given you, and he welcomed you in and told you the exact spot Hongjoong had gotten you. Thanking him, you had your way inside, buying a light stick (because you forgot yours, sadly) and making your way to your seat.

“Seat number F101.” You mumbled to yourself, walking round to find your assigned seat, probably looking as lost as a baby duckling until you finally found it. He had gotten you a seat right in front of the stage, dead, fucking, center.

Perfect, no you’ll be nervous the whole time until Yu spots you.

It wasn’t long until the whole place was filled with people; Ateez fans of all shapes, sizes, genders and races all ready to enjoy the next couple of hours with the boys.

You were grinning from ear to ear as the music played, watching with big eyes and refusing to blink as you watched them dance and sing. You found yourself talking to a few girls beside you since you didn’t come with anybody, and they were really sweet and fun to talk to.

They started to perform ‘Deja Vu’ and you bent down to sneeze, letting out a relived breath before looking back up. Except you were just looking at them anymore.

Yunho was staring right at you while trying to hide his shock and his smile. He raised his hands in the air, swaying his hips before bringing them back down with the beat but never tearing his eyes away from you until he has to move away.

This is going to be fun to explain.

After the concert ended (and you were slightly sweating from all the jumping and dancing you were doing), a security guard came and found you, asking you your name.

“Yes, that’s me.” He nodded, extending his arm in the direction of back stage. “This way please.” He said, and you waisted no time making your way back to the door. The door was opened for you and you thanked him, putting the light-stick you bought in your bag before continuing to walk in.

You heard several voices, and all of them were ones you haven’t heard in person in months. The security guard walked ahead of you and you followed him, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I found the girl you asked for.”

The room went silent.

Great, not you were getting nervous.

Seonghwa was the first one to look over, and he immediately found his feet and walked over to you, wrapping it you in a comforting hug that made whatever you were nervous about vanish.

“Did you enjoy the concert?”

“I did. As always you guys are amazing.” Once they all (except Hongjoong, since he knew you were here) got over there shock, Wooyoung jumped onto his feet and ran at you in a a full sprint, almost knocking you over when he squeezed you so tightly.

They all hugged you, Yunho being the only one still in a state of shock. So, you walked over to him, climbing into his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck to hug him close.

He wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer to him and hiding his face away in your neck. “You’re really here… with me right now? This isn’t another dream?” He asked, voice so small you were worried he’d start crying.

Nodding your head, you placed the softest kiss on his neck, carding your fingers through his dark hair, holding back a giggle when he shivers.

“Yes I’m really here, Yu. I missed you.”

“I missed you more tiny. God I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“Thank your hyungs for that.” His head snapped up to look at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, both of them smiling proudly with their chests puffed out. “You knew?”

They nodded, noting how he didn’t move away from you in the slightest. And he probably wouldn’t move for awhile. “Mhm. We got her a flight over here and Hongjoong found an available room in our hotel, so she’s in the same building as us.”

“You are?!?” You hummed, snuggling further into his body to steal the warmth he provided. You couldn’t see it, but Yunho had you most in love look on his face. His eyes were wide and the boys could basically see the hearts beating through them.

“Oh to be not single.” San sighed, Jongho snickering next to him, yelping when the older male jumped on him.

The moment Yunho had you in his arms he did let you.

He always had a hand on you in some way; whether it was around to it shoulder, holding your hand, holding you in a back hug, or resting his hand on your ass. He was touching you in some way.

All he wants to do was get to the hotel, find your room, and fuck you till sun up. But no, everyone decided to take their sweet time backing up while he stood with you rock hard and horny.

If he could just pull you into an empty room he would, but he wanted to take his sweet time with you and savor every second he could get. He wanted to listen to your drawn out moans and needy whimpers, make you tell him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted his huge cock inside of you.

It’s been so long since he’s heard you beg, and now it was the only sound he’d ever want to hear. He wanted you to cry is name as he rearranged your insides to fit him and only him. He wonders if you’ve gotten tighter since the last time he fucked you. Could you have bought a dildo close to his side to make sure you were always ready to hit him? Part of him hoped not. He wanted to stretch you out, to feel your tight pussy squeeze the life out of him too he couldn’t move anymore.

He wanted to be suffocated by you.

And that brought him to his next thought.

You sitting on his face.

God he missed squeezing those lushes thighs of yours; bitting the skin and marking them up so nicely. He remembers the last time you sat on his face, he nearly came in his pants when you started mindlessly humping his face.

All he wanted to do was shove his—

“Yunho?” Your voice smacked him across the face, bringing him out of his very inappropriate thoughts. He quickly turned to look down at you, heart fluttering at the sweet look you were giving him. Your eyebrows were creased, confusion evident on your face. “Did you hear what I said?”

You said something? “Uh, n-no I didn’t. What were you saying?” He felt bad for not even hearing the girl he was fantasizing about not more than five minutes ago. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my room and hang out.” You said, playing with the promise ring on your finger as you awaited his answer.

Yunho chuckled, pulling you close to him and placing a gentle peck onto your lips, followed by a few more since he got carried away. “Of course I do baby. We haven’t seen each other in months, all I wanna do is be with you.” And he lent those words with every fiber of his being.

Smiling, you took his hand in yours, joining them on the bus as you made your way back to the hotel.

“By the way, why is your outfit Wooyoung inspired instead of me?”

“Because Wooyoung nipples.”

“Fair point.”

The minute Yungonfor to his room he jumped into the shower, changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before heading off to your room. He knocked on your door, and it was silent on the other end for a few seconds before you pulled it open in a way to big shirt and… maybe shorts? He couldn’t see if you had anything on underneath.

“Hi YuYu.” You took his hand and pulled him into the room, closing the door before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He missed you so much, feeling your lips against his wad almost so overwhelming with the feeling he was having.

He grabbing the back of your thighs and patted your butt, the signal for you to jump so you did. He kept you up as he walked over to the bed, gently placing you down on it while never breaking the kiss. His right hand came up to rest against your neck, feeling your static like against the palm of his hand.

Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you gave him access, parting your sweet lips to give him entrance to your mouth. When his tongue pushed past your lips he was immediately dominating the kiss, holding your body like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever seen.

You pulled at his hair, making him let out a pleasurable groan into your mouth that had you smiling. As you twisted his hair through your fingers, his lips started to trail from your mouth to your neck, not liking how bare the skin was.

“It’s been so long since I’ve marked you, huh? You probably forgot who you belonged to didn’t you baby?” Before you could protest, to tell him you haven’t forgotten and that he’s all you think about, he was pulling your shirt over your head, mind drawing blank for a second when he saw the lack of a bra.

Fuck, you were made for him.

“Been forever since I’ve had you like this,” his long, slender fingers traced shapes against your tummy, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. If there was one thing Yunho loved, it was the effect he had on you. “Need to remind your needy little body who it belongs to, don’t I tiny?”

“Y-yes Yu.”

“Since when did you call me ‘Yu’, tiny? That calls for a punishment don’t you think?” You were quick to protest, just like he wanted.

“N-no sir! Please don’t punish me, I didn’t mean to I promise…” you looked away from his gaze, fiddling with the ring on your finger. Why can’t you just not be cute to he can punish you? Why did you have to pull at his heart string and make him want to pamper you like you princess you are?

He hummed, messaging your hips. “I still have to give you a punishment baby, you know I do.” He wanted to seem sad about it, but he couldn’t hide his giddiness. Sadly, he didn’t have the usual toys like the ropes or a vibrator with him, so he’d have to go with something different.

Moving away from you, he shifted to let his long legs hang over the edge, placing his feet to the ground before patting his thigh. “Come here lovely.” And you did. Scrambling over to him, you went to sit on his thigh, but he quickly stopped you.

“Nuh uh, bend over, sir’s gonna spank that pretty ass of yours.” Hearing those words fall from his lips so naturally makes you shudder, and you bend over his thighs and present your behind to him. He hums in delight, playing with your panties for a moment before snapping the elastic to your skin making you jump.

Yunho chuckled, adoring your cute little reactions. He runs his large hands over your butt cheeks, squeezing the flesh like it was a stress ball for him to just play with. Though you didn’t mind, having his hands on you was comforting.

A loud slap resonated through the room and the peace was broken as you let out a sudden yelp of surprise. “Count.” Was the only thing he said.

“One.” He landed another smack on your butt, watching how it jiggles with each impact.

“T-two—ah!” Another smack.

“T-three.” He was thinking of stopping at five since you haven’t done much to deserve a punishment, but the way your squirmed against him and moaned when his hand landed against your ass was just to enticing for him to stop.

He landed to two smacks against your butt, but you forgot to count them, and he was more than happy to punish you for it. “I said count.” An even harsher smack.

Tears started to well up in your eyes from the sting, but you held them in, whimpering out a quiet “s-seven” while he soothed them burn in your behind with his cool hands.

“Doing so good baby, taking your spanking like such a good girl for me.” His deep honey like voice made you feel calmer, slowing your racing heart only a little before he landed another smack ok your behind.

“Eight!” He cooed about how good you were, and how he’d make you feel so good once you took all your spankings.

Smack. “N-nine…” he saw a single tear fall from your eye, and it made his heart clench in his chest. Maybe because it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, but his heart felt a lot softer than it usually would when he punished you.

“Last one tiny.” Smack.

“Ten!” He immediately started to rub over your sore, red cheeks, cooing at you. “Good job baby, took it like such a good girl huh?”

“Y-yes sir.” He pulled you up from bending over to press a kiss onto your lips, shifting around so your back was pressed against the mattress and he hovered over you.

Yunho toyed with the elastic of your panties, toying with the cotton fabric and he slowly pulled them down. “My finger or my tongue, tiny? Or do you wanna be greedy and have both?” He already knew what you would say, but it’s been so long that he just had to take his sweet time with you.

“What happens if I say both?” You pout, once again playing with the ring adorning your finger. Yunho chuckled, kissing you again except this time, he was getting a message across. Tonight was about the both of you, and whatever you asked for, you’d get. “Wanna answer again baby?” God, he had so much power over you it was almost embarrassing. But you basked it and basked in his praise, his attention and his love.

Because it was all for you.

So yes, you were greedy. And proud of it.

You nodded, grabbing hold of his t-shirt and pulling him closer, knowing how much he loves when you do that. It shows how bad you want him, and he knows his desperation and desire and lust isn’t one-sided.

“Want both. Please. You know I love your hands— a-and you look so handsome between my—“ he stopped your rambling with a kiss, knowing if he let you finish, he would have came in his pants. He trailed his hands down your body, touches so light and calculated they made you shiver with glee.

You needed him in whatever way he would give it to you. Whatever he gave you’d take. You just needed him— needed Yunho.

He opened your legs wide to accommodate his larger body, soaking in how you currently look under him. Your lips are swollen and red, hair a mess and sweat starting to form at your hair line.

God you look so good all messy and disheveled because of him.

Finally done teasing you, Yunho slipped a finger inside of you, mouth falling open at how tight you were. How long has it been since you’ve done anything to yourself?

“How are you so fucking tight? It reminds me of the night I took your virginity.” You moaned, weakly smacking his shoulder and you clenched tightly around his finger. “Baby you’ve gotta relax, you’ll suck my finger off of my hand at this rate.” He wouldn’t complain if that’s how he lost a finger.

“S-sorry… just haven’t touched myself since you left. It never feels good enough…” you trailed off, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how you just told him you can’t get of without him. Yunho smirked, leaning down to kiss against your neck, sucking at the skin to leave his own decorations.

“Oh? Can’t do anything without your sir huh? God you’re so damn tight, it’s gonna be like fucking my virgin girlfriend all over again,” he breathed against your lips, pecking them lightly before pulling away with a smirk. “And I would not mind that at all.”

He curled his single digit inside of you, feeling around your gummy walls and quickly found your sweet spot. You let out a whiny moan, arching your back against the bed while trying to grind against his hand to have more of what you wanted. “There it is…” he chuckled, lowering his face so he was eye level with your gushing pussy.

You peeled your eyes open to look at him, immediately wishing you hadn’t done so. He was looking right at you, sticking his tongue out to licking a long, slow stipe up for sopping wet cunt. The moan you let out was to erotic for you to handle, and you covered your face, wishing that you hadn’t just made that noise.

Yunho, on the other hand, wanted to hear more of your noises, resisting the urge to grind down against the bed. His tongue lapped at your clit while he slipped a second finger inside of you, eyes fluttering shut as he stretched you nice and wide for his thick cock.

“Y-Yunho… ‘m gonna—“

“What did you call me?” He stopped.

You whined in protest, squirming to try and feel something of him against where you needed him most. All he wanted was to be back between your legs eating you out until he was full and satisfied, but you knew that wasn’t what you called him during sex.

“Nononon please! ‘M sorry sir I didn’t mean it! Just feels so good…” you trailed off, covering your face with your hands before giving him the best puppy dog eyes you would manage. Damn it. Yunho was weak for you and there were times he was actually ashamed of how much power you had over him. But right now, it just made him throb seeing you desperate for him.

“Mm, you’re so lucky I love you baby.” He pushed two long fingers back inside of you, curling them just right to make you whine. “You’re so lucky I missed you; that I missed your lips, your scent, your touch, and this fucking cunt.” He harshly ducked your clit into his mouth, humming against the bundle of nerves and it sent you into a shaking frenzy.

You were so sensitive. Months without being properly touched and you almost never truly attending your your own pleasure made the feeling foreign to your body. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

With your core tightening you tied your hands in Yunho’s dark hair, tugging at the strands to pull him closer to you. He groaned at the sting in his scalp, adding a third finger to get you nice and stretched.

“S-sir— of fuck ‘m gonna cum. Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease—“ you didn’t even get to finish begging before he pulled away from you right at your peak. He silenced the cry you let out with a kiss, using his clean hand to grip your jaw and hold your head still.

You sighed, enjoying the kiss but not enjoying the empty feeling you had and having your orgasm wash away from you. Yunho chuckled, pulling away from your swollen lips to look down at you. He hovered over you and completely towered over you, making you shrink in on yourself under his intense gaze, your core tightening around nothing.

“God you’re so fucking tiny,” grabbed your hips, messaging your flesh there lovingly before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. “So small I’m worried I won’t fit inside you again. It’s been so long since I’ve had you, your cunt’s probably forgotten how to take my huge cock, huh?” He tilted his head to the side, removing his hands from your body to peel his shirt over his head.

You sat up to help tug his sweats down, and he quickly kicked them off somewhere in the room. Next we’re his boxers and you had those pulled down in a second and he kicked them off, leaving the both of you completely naked in the hotel room.

“We can’t be to loud tiny..“

“I think we’re well past being to loud.” Yunho sighed, knowing your right. You wrapped your hand around his fully erect dick, mouth watering at the sight. You forgot he was ridiculously big, and it made your core ache. Yunho groaned, letting his head fall back for a fraction of a second before he looked back down.

He let you stroke him for a minute, spreading the pre-cum around his shaft and admiring how your hand couldn’t fully wrap around him. “Mm no more baby, you’ll make me cum if you keep going.” He groaned, removing your warm hand and shivering when he suddenly felt cold.

You giggled— a sounds that he never wants to go so long without heading again— and spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to fiddle with the hairs on his nape. “I’m ready when you are.” It was the same thing you said when he finished size training you when he took your virginity.

He leant down to press his lips to yours, the both of your getting lost in each other for as long as you could manage. You reached down to grab Yunho’s dick, rubbing your thumb along his tip to tease him. He pulled away with a hiss, mouth falling agape as he looked down to see you playing with him.

He glanced back up at you, smirking before letting out another stuttered breath. Maybe he was overly sensitive too.

“Don’t tease, t-tiny. C’mon just put in in already, know you want too.” He tried to mask how much he loved your hands, but it was no use. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before placing his top at your soaked entrance, coating his tip in your juices before moving your hand away.

“Fuck me, pretty please.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He leant back down to connect your lips again before easing himself inside of you, the both of you groaning at the feeling of finally being connected.

The stretch was stinging, but it was bearable thanks to the foreplay and how wet you were. Yunho slowly pushed inside until he bottomed out, letting out a deep groan that made your rib cage ring. He put your legs onto his shoulders, waiting for you to adjust while he did everything in his power to keep still.

“M-move.” You mumbled, mind going dumb at how his cock dragged against your walls. God it felt so good to be full again, to be full of Yunho again. His pace started slow, wanting to drag out the session for as long as he could manage so he’s never have to disconnect from you again.

But you both grew impatient.

“More. Please gimme more Yu.” He happily obliged. He moved your legs off of his shoulders to wrap them around his hips, curling your body so he would hit deeper inside of you. You could feel him kissing your cervix, and it was making you loose your mind.

He set a hard, quick pace, using his smooth hips to create the perfect pace that has the both of you moaning silly. “God you feel so f-fuck perfect around me.” Yunho groaned, burying his face in your neck to moan into the skin. The only sounds you could make were whiny, fucked out moans, and they continued to feed Yunho’s ego.

“Your pussy was made for my fat cock huh, tiny? S-so fucking tight I can barley— fuck I’m close.” You couldn’t even manage to form a sentence right now. Your mind was completely muddled; filled with pleasure and Yunho.

“Oh god,” you moaned, arching you back it get closer to your boyfriend (if that was possible). “‘M gonna cum. P-please lemme cum Yun. Pleasepleaseplease— ah!” He cut off your begging by rubbing fast hard circles against your clit, angling his hips so his tip brushed that special spot deep inside of you.

Yunho leaned down to nibble on your ear, brutally thrusting his hips against yours with no mercy. “Cum for me.” That’s all you needed. His sweet, honey like voice sent you over the edge; your thighs spasming and your core tightly clenching.

Your juices covered his cock cock slicker, letting him continue to bury himself inside of you, chasing his own high. “Almost there tiny,” he let out a broken groan, hips stuttering. “Gonna cum baby. Where do y-you want it?” He knew where you wanted it, but asking never hurt.

“In me. Fuck Yun please cum inside me baby!” Your voice in his ear was like a drug. Yunho let out a whimper he was holding in, the pace he set stuttering out of control as he grew closer and closer to his finish.

He connected his lips yours, moaning into your mouth as he filled you up to the brim. Four months worth of cum deep inside of you. And to you, there was no better placed for it to be. You shifted your hips to the best of your abilities, trying to get every drop of cum you could out of him. Yunho hissed in overstimulation, breaking away from your lips to look down at your connected centers.

Now wanting to move yet, he shifted you both around so you were lying on your sides; your right leg kicked over his hip so he was still deep inside of you. You let out a content sigh, melting into his gentle touch as he drew circles against your back. Sleepily, you pressed your lips against his chest, right over his beating heart and smiling when he chuckled.

“Do you wanna get cleaned up?” He asked, pressing kissed against your face before pecking your lips. Once, twice, thrice before he fully connected them in a breathtaking kiss, chaste and sweet with nothing but love. You hummed, nodding but never letting go of him.

Yunho groaned, playfully nipping at your nose to get you to giggle. “I have to go start the bath tiny. You’ve gotta let go.”

“Who says?” You pout, deciding now was the time to be a brat. Yunho sighed, knowing making you let go would be more of a pain than just carrying you. “You’ve always managed to throw me around other times haven’t you? A few steps to the bathroom shouldn’t be to hard, especially with your long ass legs.” He hates how you have a point.

With a sigh Yunho picked you up, turning so his feet planting into the ground and he carried you with him to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet after pulling out of you, letting you do your business as he bent over to start the bath. Not being able to help yourself, you started using his butt-cheeks as drums, singing ‘Pirate King’.

He looked back at you, face showing he wasn’t amused but the smile that tugged at his lips said other wise. You raised your hands up in defense, quickly reaching back down to tap his butt once again before raising the hand back up. “What? I’m an innocent woman with less than innocent urges.”

“You’re also childish.”

“Says you—“ he pulled you into a rough kiss, silencing you and making whatever brat that had festered inside of you disappear. Yunho pulled away, giving you a cocky smirk that let you know he knew how to tame you. “Don’t start with me, tiny. Because I promise I will make you scream so fucking loud that the hotel next door will hear you begging for my cock like the slut you are. Understand.” The grip he had your your jaw was gentle but firm, letting you know he was anything but joking.

“Yes sir.” You wished you could hold onto being bratty longer, but you were to tired to handle another round. He was please with your answer, patting your cheek gently before stopping the wart and placing you inside and climbing in after you.

Once you finished your bath and got dressed, did your night routine and dried your hair (which took forever might I add), you and Yunho lied in bed, wrapped around each other like a pair of wired earphones when you put them in your pocket.

“Yunho?” You mumbled, sleep knocking on your door just waiting to be let in. He hummed in response, playing with your fluffed out hair before pecking your forehead. “Can you sing for me? Turbulence please, it’s one of my favorite songs.” He felt his heart skip two beats.

Every moment felt so domestic with you, almost like your lives were some kind of perfect fairytale.

He liked the story too, as long as his story aligned with yours he’d forever be happy.

Clearing his throat he began to sing, voice soft and low and it made your heart melt. Your shoulders relaxed even further, eyes closing as a small smile played on your lips. He sent for a few more moments until your soft breaths fanned against his neck, and he immediately knew you were passed out.

Yunho chuckled, not being able to help himself when he just sat and looked at your sleeping face. God he loved you so much it almost hurt. He placed a slow, lingering kiss against your forehead, closing his own eyes as his heart hummed happily.

“Goodnight my love, I love you.”

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tinytinyblogs · 6 months

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My draft folder is like my brain, a chaotic mess of ideas and unfinished thoughts.

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ja3honey · 4 months

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God, im struggling with this chp all cause i forgot out to play pool. I have never played with more than three people.... is it like pairing with stripes and solids!? Or idk ahaha i need to add the foreplay but my acoustic brain needs to add the detail ahahah.

#being a writer is hard #ateez #atz #ja3honey #ja3honey posts

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daybreakx · 2 years

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star-crossed⎥j.yh

✑ pairing: spider-man! yunho x fem reader.

✑ genre: angst, unrequited love, no way home au, multiverse au.

✑ warnings: third person pov, character death (non explicit depiction), mentions of food and drinks, anxiety tics. i haven’t written in a while, please excuse any mistakes, this is unedited. this may contain spoilers to spider-man’s mcu trilogy, read at your own discretion.

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✑ a/n: a spider-man! yunho scenario was requested a while ago and I am so sorry it took me so long but here it is, enjoy♡

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y/n thought that if she had to listen to Mingi whine for five minutes longer, she’d officially lose her mind. She’d been close to it more times than she could count in the past two hours. While she waited for Yunho, with Mingi and Bora, the news played loudly in the background as she tapped her fingers impatiently on the table.

“Please sit down,” she asked for the nth time, fingers sinking on the side of her face as she pulled up, as if the pressure would somehow bury the headache that was blooming behind. “Please, Mingi.”

Mingi’s left hand closed in a fist and opened as quickly in a nervous gesture. “I can’t stay still,” he murmured.

Bora gave him a look mixed between pointed and soft, which was enough to get Mingi to finally take a seat. y/n felt her annoyance grow the slightest bit. Of course he had to listen to Bora, everyone listened to Bora.

“What do we do?” Mingi spoke again, rubbing his hands together.

“I should have pressed the button,” Bora murmured, tracing the edge of the cube that rested on the table. The “if things go very wrong, use this” part of the plan. Well, things had gone very wrong a couple hours ago and she had refused.

“Maybe,” Mingi brought his hand down to the table, startling both girls. “Maybe I can use this!”

This was the ring Yunho had stolen from a sorcerer and given to Mingi. Who, of course, had absolutely no clue of how to use it. No matter how much he claimed he was probably a little bit of a magic being himself. She wanted to tell him no, he didn’t know how much worse he could make things. But what did it matter what she thought? If they always ended up doing what Yunho or Bora wanted. y/n thought she should be used to it by now, this role of being the extra who had a couple lines every few episodes and everyone remembered she actually existed when she came in handy, when she had something the hero could use to move on on his quest. On this occasion, it was access to the lab in which they were waiting for Yunho.

“And what exactly would you do with it?” Bora crossed her arms above her chest, “You don’t even know how to use it.”

“It cannot be that hard,” Mingi insisted, jumping from his seat. “I can just ask to see Yunho, that’s all we want, isn’t it? To know that he’s okay.”

Bora seemed to consider this, stepping away from the cube and looking at y/n to ask for her input.

“It was magic that got us into this mess,” y/n replied, not looking at Bora, “Can we please just be careful?”

Both her friends seemed mildly disappointed at her response. That was common too, she was the killjoy a lot of the time. Of course y/n was afraid of getting in trouble, Spider-Man was considered an outlaw, and being involved with him made them targets too. That had been proved a few weeks ago when Yunho’s identity was revealed. But worrying about trouble didn’t compare to the fear she felt for their safety, especially Yunho’s. y/n hadn’t stopped worrying about Yunho’s safety since she found out about his secret identity. Because she had found out, she didn’t have a big reveal like Bora and Mingi did.

y/n had noticed the little things. The growing tardies and absences from Yunho, skipping plans, the cuts and bruises, the sudden shift in his open personality now secretive and avoidant. She had wanted to ask him more than once what the hell was going on with him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Part of her thought that maybe, Yunho was just avoiding her, that their friendship was hanging on by a very thin thread Yunho couldn’t just cut.

Because y/n had also noticed she’d become the odd one out. Golden Trios existed, not golden quartets. And even before they all shared Yunho's big secret, y/n’s role in the group progressively came to be the extra, even if it was her who’d known Yunho the longest. Bora was the love interest, Mingi was the best friend, Yunho was the hero. So what did that make out of y/n? The handy extra with hidden feelings for the hero, that’s what she was.

It happened one night when they were studying chemistry together, a couple years ago. Yunho had been late and the pizza was cold, yet he still ate it like a starving man while he drew skeletal formulas on a piece of paper and got distracted every few seconds by the TV. y/n took in his disheveled hair, the newly added cut to his cheekbone, and when he stretched to grab another piece of pizza, the mark on his wrist, like he’d had something pressed against it for a long time.

“How long has it been going on?” She tried first, while Shelley Duvall swung a bat at Jack Nicholson on TV.

Yunho took his eyes off the movie, giving her a puzzled look while still chewing. “What?”

Their heights matched, y/n had checked with the pictures published in Daily Bugle and videos posted on Youtube. That was another thing. But then again, maybe she was being paranoid.

“How long have you been Spider-Man?” y/n paused the movie, drowning the room in a tense silence. Maybe he would laugh at her, wondering where the hell she got those ideas, maybe he would accuse her of being paranoid, much like she had thought. But maybe he would finally be honest.

Yunho wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin after leaving his half-eaten pizza back on the cardboard. He considered her, his head falling sideways as his thoughts raced. If anyone were to find out, of course it had to be y/n, it seemed like she had to know everything and this wasn’t the exception.

“Not long,” he sighed, pushing the unfinished chemistry work aside. “How long have you known?”

“Not long,” she echoed, which was technically a lie, she had known for a while, she just needed to be sure.

With a chuckle, Yunho filled his mouth with pizza again, earning some time to think how to proceed with this. Spider-Man was supposed to remain a secret for everyone, but he couldn’t deny that y/n’s confrontation had lifted a weight off his shoulders. Sharing the weight of a secret always made it easier to carry, he wouldn’t think that, of course, years later when his friends and family got harrassed for being involved in said secret.

“I won’t tell anyone,” y/n filled the silence for him, resuming the movie and looking down at her own formulas. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“I know,” Yunho whispered, scooting closer to bump his shoulder against hers.

This was her ticket back to the group. She wasn’t the extra anymore, she was the Keeper of Secrets, which of course had to be a big deal. And maybe, if she had that little additional luck the writers of the show of her life would promote her—finally— to Love Interest. Because that was what she wanted from the start, maybe even since Yunho had moved to her neighborhood when they were six years old.

But that promotion never came, and she was back to being the ‘oh there she is’ character in Jeong Yunho’s life. They graduated high school, Yunho and Bora started dating, Mingi became the faithful sidekick and y/n still struggled to move on.

“Well, maybe you could try,” Bora decided, heaving a sigh. “But please be careful, y/n is right, we have enough problems already.”

The aforementioned bit her tongue to keep quiet. “I am as worried for him as you are but—”

Mingi wouldn’t give Bora a chance to change her mind. Before y/n could even finish her sentence, he was already making circles in the air with the hand that held the ring. y/n felt her stomach twist, she had a terrible feeling about this.

“We want to see Yunho, please, show us Yunho,” Mingi was almost chanting as he kept moving his hand effusively.

Sparks flew and Bora gasped. Mingi jumped excitedly, and continued with his task as Bora encouraged him.

y/n’s anxiety climbed up to her throat, closing it, as a portal opened in the middle of the room. Her ears buzzed, she didn’t even hear Mingi cheering or Bora’s scared squeak, her eyes were fixed on the portal and the person inside it. He was wearing a Spider-Man suit, slightly different from the one she knew, but he was the same height and had the same build as her friend. And the same face, once he removed the mask. The biggest difference was that his hair was dyed blond, while Yunho’s was a bright blue.

“That’s not our Yunho,” she managed to croak through the knot on her vocal chords, one that was dissolving into acid. She wanted to throw up. “He’s not ours!”

Both her friends were startled by her words, and her sudden spring into action. But what the hell could she do standing in front of an open portal while a Yunho-looking stranger crossed? She couldn’t fight, and the closest thing to a weapon that she had was her smartphone, she didn’t want to throw her smartphone.

“What do I do?” Mingi gasped as Bora pushed his ringed hand down, to shut the portal.

The world stopped for a moment, as the not-Yunho’s mouth fell open and, before any of them could react, he held y/n between his arms. The girl stood petrified for a few seconds, before Bora pushed the imposter away from her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes. He was Yunho, he spoke exactly alike, too. “I’m so sorry.”

Bora grabbed the first thing she found on the surface of the table, which happened to be an empty Coke bottle, and pointed it at Yunho. “Who the hell are you?”

Yunho still stared at y/n, his reddened eyes filling with tears again. y/n felt a pang of guilt as she took a step away from him, towards Mingi, who finally having forgotten about the magic, wrapped his arm around her.

“Yunho,” the blond guy replied, running a gloved hand through his hair and blinking away the stinging from eyes. “I just– I’m not sure where I am.”

Bora raised the plastic bottle once again. “Where did you come from?”

Yunho gave a quick explanation of how he’d gotten to their city, it involved more portals, of course. How he was Spider-Man too, and how before stepping into the portal that had brought him to this room, he hoped he might finally be going home.

“Great,” Bora muttered, finally dropping her weapon. “So it wasn’t just the bad guys that came.”

“I could help,” Yunho offered, “I have seen half of those guys before, caught a couple of them.” he shrugged.

“Honestly,” Mingi intervened for the first time, “What we really want right now is our Yunho back. No offense.”

Yunho shrugged once again, his eyes falling from Mingi to y/n. What kind of sick game was the universe playing against him to bring him here?

“Try again,” y/n murmured, squeezing Mingi’s hand. “Try again, he is in trouble.”

Mingi looked for Bora’s approval, always Bora’s approval.

She nodded.

“Are you sure you know how to use that?” Yunho asked, crushing his mask on his left fist.

Mingi squinted at him. “I brought you here didn’t I?”

“Just do it, Mingi. Hurry up,” y/n took a deep breath as Bora pulled her to the side, away from Yunho and Mingi.

“That was weird, wasn’t it?” Bora muttered as Mingi struggled to focus. “He knew you.”

y/n shivered, the ghost of the way Other Yunho had squeezed her between his arms passing through her. “Maybe there is one of me where he comes from too.” She didn’t want to think much about it, she had a bad feeling about this too.

The sparks of another portal opening interrupted Bora’s reply, and y/n’s stomach sank as another Spider-Man came through. Not their Yunho, again, she knew it.

This was a middle-aged version of Yunho, dark haired and with crow’s feet around his eyes. This last detail released a wave of warmth in y/n, laughter lines meant he was happy.

“Who’s doing the introductions this time?” Mingi asked taking the ring off, willing to throw it to the other side of the room, before reconsidering and finally putting it inside the pocket of his jacket.

Older Yunho’s eyes scanned the three of them first, and then stopped in his other self, widening. “What are we doing here?” he questioned.

“Funny you should ask,” Other Yunho sighed, “But we’re still missing one of us.”

“How about we look for him the old way now?” y/n suggested, she couldn’t stop staring at both versions of the boy she loved with unmasked surprise, and a tinge of fear. “Is there a place you went when things went wrong? To gather your thoughts?”

Bora and Mingi frowned. That was the kind of thing they were supposed to know, as Yunho’s best friends, but they had absolutely no idea of what to say.

“I think I know where,” Other Yunho said, looking at his older counterpart, who nodded.

“We’re coming too!” Bora jumped, pulling Mingi first and, as if she’d forgotten y/n had been there at all, looked for her at last.

y/n shook her head, “Maybe they should go alone, it’s the kind of situation only they understand.”

Both Yunho’s spoke words of agreement but Bora argued for a few minutes, before Mingi yielded, making her do so too.

“We’ll bring him back,” Other Yunho promised, and y/n who had been pinching her leg to center herself and avoid finally breaking into a panic, realized he was talking to her. Not Bora.

She nodded, although Yunho’s misinterpretation made her stomach hurt with sadness. If he knew, in the scarce time he’d been around, did that mean her Yunho knew her true feelings too?

y/n jumped from her seat the moment the doors opened, her jeans had a hole from how hard she’d been scratching at her leg and her body was so tense it she was in pain.

The first thing Yunho did was wrap his arms around Bora, his blue, hair dripping from the rain, hid his face but not enough for y/n not to notice the blood and scratches on it. She looked away.

“Thank you for bringing him back,” she spoke through the knot on her throat to Other Yunho while the older one walked to Mingi, already explaining the plan they had to return everyone home.

“There’s still lots to do,” Yunho replied, his hands resting awkwardly behind his back, as if to resist touching y/n again. “But things will be okay.”

“I sure hope so,” y/n sighed, unable to stop herself from looking over at Yunho and Bora.

✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎

They split into different tasks after Yunho recounted the night, breaking into tears a couple times and Bora held his hand all through it. They had to take care of this situation as fast as possible, before more people got hurt.

y/n sat next to Older Yunho as he mixed chemicals and she replicated the steps a few moments later. She tried her best not to oggle at him, which proved impossible, but at least she paid enough attention to the steps to succesfully make her own batch of the antidote for the bad guys.

“I know you,” Older Yunho said, taking off the safety glasses before smiling at her. y/n’s eyes set on his with slight surprise. “There’s a you where I come from, too. You two are very alike, which I guess shouldn’t come as a surprise.” he laughed.

y/n smiled at him, taking off her safety equipment too. “Are we still friends?”

Yunho’s smiled dropped a little. “No,” he placed the glasses on the table, still looking for the explanation as to why. “But you’re happy, you’re the Main Resercher at Oscorp. You always talked about how that’s what you wanted, or I guess y/n did... this is slightly confusing.”

“Why are we not friends?” y/n ignored the part where she was succesful and accomplished, because that’s not what mattered to her. “Did you two fight?”

“I wasn’t very good at keeping relationships, y/n. And sometimes people just— grow into different paths.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry you’re not friends anymore.” You because she couldn’t picture herself not being friends with Yunho.

“Me too.” Yunho gave her a sad smile, making himself busy again.

Despite the evident tension between them and her unending anxiety, y/n approached Other Yunho as he too attended to the task he’d been assigned.

“Need any help?” she questioned, watching him stretch the web fluid between two fingers.

Yunho had to gather some inner courage to look at y/n. He never thought he’d see her again, or someone like her for that matter. And it hurt like hell.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, ignoring her proposal. “I– I was just surprised and– well, it was very inappropriate.”

“What is she like?” y/n grabbed the stool next to him and sat down. She was there too, in the life of this Yunho. She knew that letting that fact give her some sort of hope was dumb, but it was always her. Not Mingi and not Bora. She was always by Yunho’s side, in every universe.

Yunho sighed, staring at y/n for a moment so long that she felt her skin prickle.

“She was everything. It was like she put the moon in the sky and made the sun shine.”

Was.

She was.

y/n didn’t want to know any more, but she still listened with a clenched jaw and a tight throat.

“I couldn’t save her,” Yunho continued, he looked away and when his gaze returned to y/n, traces of tears gleamed on his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“She loved you,” y/n said, swallowing her own tears. “I know she did.”

Her other self was a stranger, but this was something she knew for sure. y/n put a shaky hand on his arm, cringing at her bitten down nails before Yunho placed his own hand above it.

She was there, in every single universe. She loved Yunho in every single universe, but that didn’t mean there was a universe out there in which they weren’t star-crossed.

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