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[yunholuvrr]

"Can we even see anything from the city?"

"Not much, but it'll still be fun. Please?"

You let Yunho take your hand and drag you up the last flight of stairs before reaching the roof door. How he has access to it is beyond you, you're just happy to spend a night out with him.

The Tokyo skyline fill out the edges of your vision and an early autumn breeze is more noticeable up this high. It's just starting to get cold enough to wear sweaters, and you tug at the hem of yours as if it'll make you any warmer. Yunho finally lets go of your hand to lay down, stretching across the concrete. He smiles up at you with the most innocent, excited expression you've ever seen. There can't possibly be more stars in the sky than in his eyes.

"It's a little cold," you mumble as you follow his lead, opting to rest your head on his chest instead of the hard ground. He chuckles and wraps an arm around you. You spend what feels like forever staring at the dark expanse of sky above the city.

"The moon looks so nice, doesn't it?" Yunho sighs, a smile evident through his tone alone. He's right - it's one of the only things you can make out in the sky from here, but it's nearly full and shines beautifully through the passing clouds.

"This is nice," you hum, and he squeezes you in relief. Yunho loves the sky and the stars and the night like no one else you've known. Maybe he was nervous when he asked you to stargaze with him, and maybe this wasn't the best place, but it still feels like time has stopped. It's just you, Yunho, and the endless sky. It makes you feel small in a way that comforts you. Or maybe it's the strong arm keeping you warm. Either way, you can't imagine a better end to the day.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the countryside," Yunho's voice floats above you, "and then we'll get a real view."

"I can't wait."

#idk what this is #these photos just nake me feel crazy #he would love stargazing im gonna throw up #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho drabble #ateez x reader #ateez drabbles #ateez scenarios

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 8.

chapter summary: Yunho recounts his past; you're given the perfect opportunity to reconcile

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: miscommunication???? so much of it????? everyone's just so silly???????

word count: 3.0k

note: sorry if this isn't too satisfying I wanted to end it kinda solidly for now while i work on a little oneshot on the side >.< but more stupid corny office yunho will come back next month

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Yunho turns his shopping cart into the frozen aisle, wincing as he maneuvers between other shoppers and almost knocks over a stand. The store isn’t usually this packed on a Sunday, and he can’t imagine what the reason would be. Scanning the frozen dinner section only upsets him more, noting the empty space where his favorite meal usually sits.

Jiyoon was the person to introduce him to that particular frozen dinner. She’d stock up a few extras in the dorm kitchen anytime she invited him over, although they’d both forget about it by the time they were in bed. She was practically his first everything (aside from first kiss - that award belonged to a drunken teenage Mingi), and he swore he’d do anything for her. Making new friends was fun and his classes were interesting, but Jiyoon was something special. She was his top priority for the first five months of his college career.

If anyone asked Yunho why he fell so hard for her, he wouldn’t really be able to answer. She was cute, sure, he could tell as much during the orientation week ice breaker that brought them together. Maybe the way she flirted with him, teasing looks from across rooms and fleeting touches in front of others, that was just too addicting. But the more they talked, the further they drifted.

The first strike was when he invited her over to the boys’ dorm for once, hoping to introduce her to his newfound friend group. They had cleaned meticulously, waiting eagerly near the door as a twitch stream played on his laptop in the background. He heard her keychain jingle with her footsteps down the hall, opening the door to greet her before she could even knock. They exchanged a quick kiss before she scanned the room, laughing when her eyes landed on his screen. Are you one of those esports kind of guys? She sneered. He made sure not to talk about his favorite games with her again. 

A second red flag popped up after her first major exam. Much to Yunho’s surprise, she wasn’t stressed at all. He was prepared to pamper her to the gods if she so much as broke a sweat over this test, but she never did. The day after the grades were announced, he figured out why. I didn’t wanna study so I just sat next to the smart kid. Worked wonders. She admitted it so casually, as if it’s what anyone would do in that situation. Cheating wasn’t the worst thing ever to him, especially if she had been struggling and just couldn’t seem to grasp it in time. He would’ve just brushed it off. But cheating for fun? It gave him a weird feeling he couldn’t shake, but he clouded his doubts with her warm body against his.

The last straw wasn’t a massive argument. At some point the spark died. The light of Yunho’s life flickered out, replaced by good sex and surface level conversations over campus lunch and nothing more. When they finally cut ties, the feeling was mutual, and the boys cheered him on for days after, but he had no one to love the way he wanted to. No one else sparked for him like Jiyoon did. Maybe he was a fool for falling in love with a freshman fling.

“You better have a good reason for interrupting my day like this,” Yunho chuckles, opening his front door for his best friend, food in hand. With most of his grocery list successfully bought and tucked away into his kitchen, he mentally scoffed at another night of fast food.

“You would’ve been lonely without me, loser,” Mingi walks straight to the couch, unpacking the takeout on the coffee table for the both of them. 

“I had a very lovely home cooked meal planned, for your information.” 

Mingi only laughs and pats the couch beside him, “you would’ve burned the whole apartment complex down.” Yunho can’t refute the jab, instead sitting down quietly and digging into the chicken that would be miles better than anything he could make. He’s amazing at a lot of things, but cooking isn’t one of them.

“So,” Mingi bites into his own chicken wing, “how was the date?”

“More than I could’ve asked for,” Yunho wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, earning a smack from the other boy, “but seriously, she’s so fun to be around. Makes me feel like I don’t have a care in the world, except for her.”

“Somebody’s falling in love,” Mingi pokes, “it’s about time.”

Yunho ignores the way his cheeks heat up, “it’s only been one date! I’d be stupid to say I’m already in love.” Mingi nods, but he’s trying to convince himself more than anyone.

“Whatever you say man. All I know is I haven’t seen you this happy since Jiyoon.”

“We all know how that ended,” he grimaces, stuffing more chicken into his mouth.

Mingi wraps his arm around his friend, giving him a supportive shake, “We’ll be here for you no matter what happens, you know that.” Yunho gives a weak nod before silently eating more wings, giving Mingi the floor to talk about his weekend.

“... and when I finally get to the damn place, guess who walks out with Wooyoung? y/n! I guess she was helping him shop, I don’t know how we would’ve held that many clothes on his own,” Yunho perks up at the mention of you, dropping the last chicken bone back onto the table.

“She was with you guys yesterday?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Mingi stutters, “Woo dragged her along to hear about your date.”

Yunho hums thoughtfully, “What’d she say?” 

“Weren’t you on the date, too? You already know what happened?” Mingi chuckles, cut off only by Yunho smacking him playfully.

“I know dumbass, I meant what did she say about me? Was there anything that upset her?” 

Mingi shifts awkwardly, suddenly regretting ever opening his mouth, “did she seem upset?” 

“No, but she…” Yunho looks up at the boy next to him, studying his facial expression, “if I ask you this, will you promise not to tell anyone else?”

“Cross my heart,” he motions to his chest.

“Okay, it’s just. Everything was going really well, I’m sure she told you as much. But in the morning, something was off. I don’t know if I did something or if maybe she was having second thoughts or what.” Yunho lets out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding and bounces his leg endlessly, waiting for his friend to process his vague concerns.

“Why don’t you just ask?” Mingi offers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

“What if I’m being too forward? What if I’m scaring her?” Yunho bites his lip, but Mingi only shakes his head, internally laughing at how similar you both are.

“I think she appreciates that aspect of you,” he starts, “the way you notice every little thing is endearing. If you think she’s worried about something, give her the space to say it herself.”

“You think it’ll really be that simple?” Yunho looks back up at him, but he only has a goofy smile plastered across his face.

“I know it’ll be that simple.”

You didn’t really see the point in moving over to Seonghwa’s desk when Wooyoung was the only other person in the office and would be begging you to fill him in anyway. Regardless, you follow his written instructions, pulling up a chair across from him. Tears poke at your eyes, but the last thing you want is for your supervisor to take pity on you as he fires you.

“Hey y/n,” he starts, pushing his laptop out of the way, “how have you been doing recently?”

“I’ve been fine,” it’s only a half lie, “still getting used to everything I think.”

He hums, “and everything’s okay with Yunho?”

Your eyes widen, scanning his for any sign of if he knows, but his face is unchanging. “I think so,” you manage.

“Good! I didn’t want to blame him for your work, but I thought I’d check in,” he sighs a bit, clearly relieved he wouldn’t have to give whatever spiel he prepared.

“Seonghwa,” you look down at your lap, “am I getting fired?”

He laughs. You look up and he’s laughing as if you just said the funniest joke in the world. “If I fired people that quickly we’d have no workers, don’t worry about that.” 

You must give him the most confused face in the world, tears threatening to spill over, because he pulls out a sheet of paper and continues. “If you’re interested, this is the protocol for things like this,” he points to the first paragraph titled Warning #1, “I wasn’t even gonna count this as a warning. More like a check-in, since you’re new and I know you can do good work.”

“So I’ll still have my apartment and everything?” You stutter, embarrassed by your overreaction.

Seonghwa frowns, “I’d never do that to you. You’re still my friend, we just need to go over a few mistakes so that they don’t happen again.”

You sit there for 40 more minutes, discussing your strengths and areas of improvement. After getting over your initial fears, you felt like you were in your element. This was no different than critiques in class, in fact Seonghwa was nicer than most of your professors, noting possible changes to your workload to make your summer as comfortable as possible. At some point, Wooyoung makes his way over, even sharing some of his own warnings he’s gotten in the past. He gives you a knowing look, understanding Yunho has been weighing on your mind more than you’d care to admit.

“So, as long as you can get these done by the end of the day today, we should be back on track,” Seonghwa wraps up, shuffling a few papers to give to you, “and remember, if you need help you can always ask. I don’t bite!”

“Thank you,” you try to say as genuinely as possible, “I really appreciated this.”

“It’s my job,” he waves you off, smiling.

You head back to your desk, tasks in hand. After a few minutes of reorganizing your papers and logging into the company computer, you sigh and get to work. Barely 11am, and you’ve already felt every emotion in the world. 

“Knock knock,” Yunho strolls in with a full cup carrier, dropping one drink off with Seonghwa before heading straight to your cubicle cluster. You look at the clock after hours of staring at your screen and realize it’s already time to go.

“Hey,” Wooyoung jumps up first, eager to end work early and grab his own drink. 

“Coffee this late in the day?” You watch him grab a cup with dark liquid, saving the fruit smoothies for you two.

“Decaf,” Yunho clarifies, “although I’m not sure why he doesn’t just get something that tastes better.”

“Old habits die hard,” Wooyoung sips, hissing at the taste before drinking more, “see you guys tomorrow!”

Before you know it, Yunho replaces the other boy’s seat, rolling up next to you and training his eyes on your screen. “Long day?”

You nod, “had to talk to Seonghwa today.” This must be the first real conversation you’ve had with him since your date. You haven’t ignored him completely, exchanging good morning texts and quick hugs at work seemed to make Yunho more than happy. It’s surprising how naturally you tell him about your day, but by now your worries about him have been put on the backburner, work is the only thing on your mind.

“She’s not in trouble,” your supervisor appears behind you, making you jump, “but don’t distract her too much.”

“Of course sir,” Yunho salutes, earning a playful scoff from the older man. 

“Don’t stay here too late,” he shifts his focus to you, “it looks like you’re almost done anyway.”

“I am! Thank you again,” you wave as he makes his way out of the office. There were only a few small changes left to make before you could shut down the computer and leave, and Yunho sat quietly next to you as you completed them. He took the time to mentally rehearse his plan for the hundredth time, how he’d ask to come over and spend the evening with you, how he’d offer a discussion about their relationship because he wants you to know he’s serious about you, how he’ll hold you and let you say whatever you need to, how if he’s lucky he’ll be able to show you just how much-

“Yunho?” You wave a hand in front of his eyes, “you in there big guy?” 

The tips of his ears get impossibly red as he comes back to Earth, “Sorry, you done for the day?”

You nod, giggling nervously. You thought about inviting him over today, but if he was too preoccupied with other things, maybe it would be a bad time to talk.

“Are you doing anything after work?” He tries.

“I was just gonna go home,” you shake your head, “maybe clean up a bit and then relax.” You get up and walk towards the door, resolving to just tell him another day. Maybe you’d be less stressed about work and more prepared anyway.

“Can I,” he starts, shooting up from the chair to walk behind you, “come with?”

“Oh.”

He quickly backtracks, “it’s okay if not! You already have a lot on your plate.”

“Oh, no,” you feel your face getting hot, “I wanted you to come over I just. It looked like you were preoccupied with something.” If anyone else was here to witness this they’d laugh at you both, amused by just how embarrassing the exchange is. At least the laughter would break the tension. Instead, he just stands there mirroring your awkward posture for a few long seconds before smiling and opening the door. You follow him silently, scrambling to remember what you practiced saying to him in your head.

If someone asked you how you ended up under Yunho on your couch not even 5 minutes after walking through the front door, you genuinely wouldn’t be able to respond. Maybe it was the stress of the day culminating into a fragile ball of tension that melted as soon as you were in the privacy of your apartment. Maybe it was the memory of the last time he was here, making every inch of your body feel loved and appreciated after a stupid Mario Kart game. Maybe it was just easier for your lips to mold to his than to form coherent sentences. Yunho would agree with that.

He leans away for a breath, the tiniest trail of saliva still connecting your lips. “You know, I really did want to come over and talk to you. Not whatever this,” looking you up and down, “is.”

“I know,” you sigh, “I just. I missed you.” It’s not really what you want to say, or need to say, but it’s all you can muster. 

“Was there something stopping you from seeing me?” He tries to sound as gentle as possible, but it still comes out like an interrogation. “Like, anything you need to talk about? Or I could talk?”

His cheeks flush a particular bright red, and if you weren’t so close to him you wouldn’t have heard the way his voice trembles ever so slightly. But you are as close as humanly possible, and suddenly it hits you that maybe he has a problem of his own, maybe you were so wrapped up in your own paranoia that you’ve missed something important. “Is there something you need to talk about, Yunho?”

He sits up fully, unslotting himself from between your legs and pulling you into his arms before you can whine at the loss of contact. Your head lands just below his shoulder and you wonder if his heart is beating faster than your own. It sounds like it is.

“You mean a lot to me,” he squeezes your arm, “and I know we just met, but I want it to be clear that I’m here for you and you can trust me.” And that I’m already in love with you.

You nod, offering a small “thanks” before reaching up to kiss him again, but he pulls away. “I’m serious.”

“I know,” you sigh again, “I appreciate it, I really do.” An invisible but lingers at the end of your sentence, begging him to fill in the blanks, to do the impossible and read your mind.

“I know it’s not what you wanted out of this summer-”

“No, listen, it’s not you at all. I promise,” you look up at him and your face must look crazy because when he meets your eyes he only gets more worried. “I was scared about being myself around someone new, I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“Is there anything I should know in particular?” He prompts. There’s never been a more obvious opportunity to be honest, a more perfectly constructed question. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to elaborate. Mingi’s voice echoes in your head, but it’s not loud enough. You stare at the tall man beside you, patiently waiting for you to respond. Just his presence alone is comforting, a welcome change to your high strung nervous system, which has only been spread thinner by catching up on work. Every part of your rational mind knows it would be okay, you would be okay, but it won’t come out.

“I don’t think so, no.”

The words float in the air, taking up far too much space. You can’t take them back. Half of you wants to get up and run as far away from Yunho as possible, his innocent presence suddenly far too overwhelming amidst your lies. The other half wants to forget this conversation ever happened as soon as humanly possible. And so when he nods in acknowledgement you lean back, dragging him down with you, hoping if you just press your lips against his hard enough, the guilt will go away.

He doesn’t mind it, even though in the back of his mind Yunho knows something’s still awry. He won’t press, he won’t come off too strong and scare you away, not when you’re the light of his life. He’ll wait the whole summer for you to come clean if he has to. And until then, he’s happy to let you kiss him like it’s all your lips know how to do. 

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series #yunho angst

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 7.

chapter summary: New friends help relieve old worries

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: nightmares, some anxiety & self deprecation all that jazz, miscommunication, let me know if i should add anything else

word count: 3.4k

note: sorry idk why this took me so much longer to get out ????? lmao but i'll try to update the next few chapters a bit quicker. its just starting to get Real i think

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You sit up instantly, scanning the room for any sign of him. The bed is empty, his clothes are gone, everything looks like it did when you left for dinner. For a second you consider texting him, but the thought makes you nauseous, and you can’t find your phone anyway. 

“Yunho?” No response. Maybe he wandered out into the living room? You make cautious steps down the hallway, hoping he appears around the corner. Nothing. A tear makes its way down your cheek, but you refuse to believe it. Is any of his stuff here? You glance at the front door, but all the shoes are yours. 

[Yunho] Did you think I wouldn’t find out?

Your phone buzzes in your hand. Have you been holding it this whole time? His text glows back at you and you keel over in anxious pain. The floor is cold beneath you, some relief to your skin that’s burning with fear.

[Yunho] You’re a liar, aren’t you?

[Yunho] Maybe your college friends were right.

“What did I do?” You cry out in confusion. He had such a good time with you last night, at least you thought. Did he go through your phone? Did you say something in your sleep? Nothing about this made sense. You sink even lower onto the ground, wet cheek making contact with your living room floor. Goosebumps cover your arms as you silently sob a puddle of tears under you, emptiness aching in your gut like an illness. 

After the tears and countless questions rattling in your head end, deep exhaustion washes over you again. You feel the buzz of your phone, laying only a few inches  from your head on the floor, but you quite honestly would rather die in this very spot than check it. It buzzes again, and then a third time. You only shut your eyes tighter, too annoyed and confused and exhausted and empty to move.

“Baby?” Yunho’s voice feels distant, but you hear it. Great, now you’re so delirious you’ve started hallucinating. He calls out again, but you just press your head impossibly closer to the floor and tuck your arms into your chest. Your tears have gotten all over your face by now, but the unpleasant stickiness is nothing compared to the gnawing guilt.

“Baby, your alarm…” Yunho props himself up on an elbow and peers over your shoulder. Your face is scrunched in concentration. Fear, even? He doesn’t know, but he gives you a gentle shake. 6:35am. You hadn’t turned off your alarms for the weekend, and by the looks of it you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. He gently reaches a hand over your frame, silencing the alarm and hugging you in the process. Whatever dream you were fighting through was seemingly soothed by his presence, not enough to wake you up but enough for you to relax. He kept his eyes trained on your facial expression until he was sure you were peacefully asleep, and then silently dozed off himself.

Unfortunately, your free room and board didn’t come with blackout curtains, and by the time 10am rolled around the sun made a direct effort to shine across your face. A dull headache was the first sensation you could register, quickly followed by Yunho’s breath fanning across your neck, sending goosebumps down your skin. Your whole body flinched before it could remember what was reality and what wasn’t, stirring Yunho in the process. He only pulls you closer and throws a leg over your hip, cuddling you to no end as you get your bearings. The gesture is sweet, but it contrasts too much with the residual nightmare dread you feel in your gut.

Slipping out of his arms was difficult, but you make your way to the living room. Sure enough, his shoes are at your front door and snack wrappers still litter your coffee table. You realize you hadn’t put away your switch either, and you make a mental note to charge it later. For now, you just need some distance and distractions before you get sucked into your own thoughts. 

It’s Yunho’s turn to wake up alone, stretching his long limbs across your mattress as his consciousness slowly comes back. The pillows smell like you and he smiles to himself. It’s too soon to say he’s falling in love, he won’t make that same mistake twice, but he sure could get used to mornings enveloped in your scent.

“There you are!” Your head snaps up from your cup of tea at the deep voice, finding Yunho standing shamelessly in only his underwear, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Good morning,” you smile, returning to your drink as he wraps his arms around you and rests his head atop yours. He hugs you as if you’ve known each other your whole lives, and for a moment you genuinely forget your dream.

“How’d you sleep baby?” He kisses your cheek. “I turned off your alarms for you, you seemed stressed.”

You open your mouth to respond, hoping you can formulate some lie, but your body reacts first, shivering in his arms. The words get caught in your throat and you only manage to let out a squeak, followed by an unconvincing cough. Great, now he thinks you’re crazy.

He hums disapprovingly and pats your back a few times, “bad dream?” You silently nod and take a sip of your tea as he runs his hands along your body to calm you down. 

The morning moves slowly, Yunho putting his endless energy to use by tidying up around the place while you scroll lazily through your phone. You can’t seem to shake the feeling of impending doom every time you make eye contact with him, but if he notices he doesn’t mention it, opting to quietly cuddle you once he’s done cleaning. Despite everything, the warmth of his touch is still comforting. 

By the time noon rolls around he’s getting ready to “hit the gym with the boys,” and you exchange a kiss that lasts just a tad too long to be innocent, squeezing your waist and flashing a familiar smirk before leaving your apartment for good. You would be lying if you said you wanted him to stay longer, conflicting feelings pooling in your stomach and making you dizzy. His presence is undeniably comforting and the ghost of his hands and lips on you still sends pleasant shivers down your spine, but paranoia overwhelms you. 

The simple, logical answer of course would be to tell him everything. But you think up damn near every possible reaction he could have, most of them toxic and scary, and decide against it. What you really need to do is get out of your own head, which is a bit difficult when all your friends are also his friends, but you know it’ll help. 

Wooyoung may very well be inside your walls because as soon as the thought crosses your mind, he’s hitting your line. You accept after one ring, sealing your fate. “Hello?”

“Please tell me everything that happened right now or else I'll die. I’m being serious,” he talks so fast you barely comprehend what he’s asking. When you take a second to respond he backtracks, “only if you’re comfortable!”

“I’m fine it’s just that,” the words get caught in your throat. Something about recalling the night before makes you feel even guiltier.

“Is he there with you still? Oh my god, did he like, sleep over?”

“Wooyoung!”

“Sorry!” You can just imagine the way his eyes are widening in defense, “I don’t wanna know those details anyway. Just wanted to see if it went well!”

“You’re so,” you sigh, chuckling, “look. We went to dinner and then back to my place to play games and yes, he did stay the night. Although he left to go to the gym just now, I thought he’d be going with you all.”

Wooyoung scoffs so loudly it almost hurts your ears, “Oh absolutely not! He’s probably with San and Yeosang right now, maybe Jongho. But me? I’m not spending a perfectly good Saturday getting sweaty.”

You laugh, practically feeling the anxiety melt away. “What are you spending this perfectly good Saturday doing?”

“Oh, probably checking out this new thrift store near work, and then I might grab a bite to eat with Mingi.” You nod approvingly and then remember he can’t see you, opting to hum instead. “You’re welcome to come with if you don’t have more plans with your loverboy.”

“He is not!” You start, but he shushes you, probably tutting his finger.

“He is and you enjoy it! I’ll text you the address, be there in an hour or else,” he giggles and hangs up before you can respond, thoroughly satisfied with teasing you.

Walking around the city with Wooyoung is a nice change of pace. There is no pressure, no butterflies in your stomach, no silent gestures to fixate on. He’s the embodiment of lighthearted vibes you need to clear your head. He fits right in with the bustling streets and sunny weekend weather. This is what your summer should be, casual hangouts with friends that are easy on your heart.

The clothes this particular thrift store has aren’t really your style, but you happily watch your coworker zoom up and down the aisles, a steady pile of fabrics hanging over his arm. You are quickly tasked with the job of carrying even more for him, going well past the limit of what’s allowed in the dressing room at one time. Luckily, no one seems to care as he stumbles behind a curtain, sending you a playful wink before leaving you alone with the rest of his items.

“Finding everything okay?” A staff member passes by, smiling at the pile you’re struggling to keep in order.

“Oh yeah, my friend’s just trying on some stuff,” you gesture to the curtain.

“Perfect! They can put anything they don’t want on this rack over here,” you nod and they disappear back into the aisles. Some part of you wonders if they have someone to come home to once they get off work, or if they’re in relationship turmoil just like you. What an odd thing to think about a stranger.

You struggle to get your phone out of your bag without dropping all of Wooyoung’s clothes, checking Yunho’s messages for the 100th time that day. It was so obviously a dream, a nightmare, but you still worry. Instead, one new message stares back at you.

[Yunho] Hi baby! I have some more errands to run this weekend, but I will come bother you at work, i promise :D 

The text goes unacknowledged as Wooyoung slides from behind the curtain a few seconds later, making jazz hands. “How sexy do I look in this?”

You fake a look of disgust, looking him up and down before shoving the rest of clothes in his arms, “hottest man on earth, now stop using me as a human hanger and try the rest on.” He only giggles and does a quick twirl, taking the rest back into the dressing room.  

Wooyoung ended up buying every item he picked up except a blazer that “made his frame too wide” and jeans that were “not oversized enough.” He must’ve taken longer than you both expected, because when you walk back out into the bustling city Mingi is already waiting for you.

“Do you want me to carry a bag?” He chuckles, sliding his phone into his pocket and walking with you both.

“It’s not that heavy,” Wooyoung lifts the bags a few times for proof, “but when we get back to my place I need to show you some fits.”

“We’re going to your place?” You chime in.

“Oh yeah! I’m thinking we just pick up some food and head back to eat if that’s okay with y’all?” The smaller man offers. You and Mingi agree, choosing a nearby fast food place. You were tasked with ordering online beforehand while Mingi would head inside and carry the food back to Wooyoung’s apartment. You were in and out in under a minute, moving together like a well oiled, McDonald’s driven machine. 

Jongho was right when he said Wooyoung’s place was even farther than San’s. The building was in a part of town you didn’t recognize, and the trip was longer than you thought. From what you can see from the kitchen, the layout is about the same as the other boys’, maybe a bit larger. Tall black curtains and furniture with silver accents fill the space. You can’t quite place the scent wafting through the air, but it’s a cologne that matches Wooyoung’s personality.

“Soooooo,” he plops down at the kitchen counter next to Mingi and across from you, digging into the first brown bag, “spill the beans.”

You give him a confused look, opening your own bag and pulling out a few greasy boxes. Wooyoung doesn’t elaborate, instead opting to stuff his face with a burger and let Mingi do the talking.

“Your date with Yunho,” he clarifies, “we want a rundown!”

“Oh, I see,” you fiddle with a sauce packet, unsure where to go. Mingi was nice, he liked you as much as anyone else, but you haven’t talked to him much since starting work. You don’t trust yourself to give them a recap without exposing your dilemma, though, so you resolve to ask for general advice. He knows more about his best friend than you do after all.

“Did something happen?” His brows furrow, taking your thoughtful silence as something worse.

“Yunho didn’t do anything, no,” you start, “but I did want to ask for some advice? I have some things to think about.”

Wooyoung chokes on his burger, “oh my god, do you like, not like him anymore?”

You shake your head frantically and Mingi chuckles, “We can help you out, but did dinner go well at least?”

You recount the night for them, watching their faces twist in faux disgust at the mention of him coming over. Mingi nodded understandingly at his competitive nature, and Wooyoung found it cute that he let you play the music. Mature details aside, they were filled in on just about everything. Everything except your nightmare.

“So, what’s the problem? This sounds like a perfect first date,” Wooyoung asks, mouth half full with the last of his burger now. 

“Well she did say he didn’t do anything wrong,” Mingi offers.

“It was everything I could ask for, I’m serious!” You look between the two. Wooyoung is as complacent as ever, ready for anything you say. You would trust him with your entire social life at this point, so it’s not him you’re worried about. Mingi looks back at you patiently, features softened and food placed on the counter.

“I can’t really go into specifics because,” you trail off, but they nod their heads and let you continue, “it’s just that I’m not sure if Yunho will like… every part of me? I don’t know how compatible we are. And I had a dream last night that he turned on me and I guess I’ve just been super paranoid since, even though he’s been nothing but amazing,” you blurt out the last sentence as fast as possible, hoping it doesn’t sound as stupid out loud as it does in your head.

It takes them both a second to register your word vomit. Wooyoung’s first reaction is to giggle, which you expected, but Mingi just punches his shoulder and looks at you apologetically, “Don’t pay Wooyoung any mind, I get what you’re saying.”

“You do?” 

“I mean not exactly, and I won’t press you for details,” he doesn’t break eye contact as he gently places a hand over yours on the table, “but I get it. I felt the same when we first became friends.”

“Storytime,” Wooyoung claps his hands excitedly before leaning on one hand, facing Mingi fully.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed this, but Yunho is … very driven. Once he likes you, there’s no convincing him to let you go. It’s all or nothing with him.” Mingi crosses his legs, eyes now wandering aimlessly as he recounts the start of his friendship.

“And he’s not like, outwardly possessive either. Just really passionate, I think,” the smaller man adds.

“Absolutely. He respects people he loves to the ends of the Earth and would never willingly hurt you. But I know it can feel intense. I never became friends with someone faster than I did with him.”

“You guys do seem to know each other really well,” you note.

“Yeah, even if it’s not romantic love, it’s important to him. He wanted to know every little thing about me and I just, I got scared sometimes, y’know?” You giggle, nodding profusely. You don’t know how it hadn’t hit you sooner that Mingi would be just the right person to talk to. “Sometimes I’d tell him things and then immediately think oh shit, what if he thinks I’m a freak? But he never did. We make fun of eachother, sure, but he’s never made me feel bad for who I am.” 

Wooyoung nods in agreement, “I think you should really trust Yunho’s judgment in who he likes. I don’t know what secrets you have, but he wouldn’t have sought after you if he thought you were a creep or something.”

You toss the idea around in your head, seeing how it fits into your idea of Yunho in your head. He is incredibly observant, surely he wouldn’t have made a move after seeing your anxious demeanor without being able to handle it. Right?

“Hopefully that helps,” Mingi locks eyes with you again, “and if you’re worried about how to tell him, trust me when I say it’s so much easier than you think. He’ll give you as much time and space and comfort you need to get it out.”

“Isn’t he just so perfect?” Wooyoung coos, “What a nice boytoy you snagged.” The empty cardboard box you chuck at his head just barely misses, causing a fit of laughter to echo through the apartment. Nerves calmed and belly full, you feel okay. 

The first two days of the week went by in a flash, but Wednesday morning was nothing short of a nightmare. One of the printers buzzed loudly next to Seonghwa as he made a call for someone to fix it, half of the cubicles were uncharacteristically empty, and your desk had two thick folders plopped on top of it. Wooyoung walked in behind you and gasped at the sight before rushing over to the crying printer.

“Hwa, what’s going on?” He mouths, hoping not to interrupt the call. Your supervisor simply ends the call instead, clearly frustrated. 

“Wooyoung look,” he sighs, “I just need you and y/n to get to work as soon as possible. Most of the crew isn’t here today, must be a bug going around.”

“Are we gonna get sick?” You mumble, but Seonghwa just blames it on some social the department had over the weekend, one that all three of you happened to skip. The broken printer must be an unrelated but equally annoying issue, so you decide not to press and instead head straight for the pile of work waiting for you. 

The first folder was a file Seonghwa had promised you a while ago, just some company guidelines pertaining to your work. You had already looked the pdf up online, but having a physical copy might come in handy. The second is heavier and blank on the outside. It must be assignments, but you can’t imagine what. But then you see it, printed in bold red ink on the first page:

Please see me about your performance.

The first few dozen pages contained feedback on what you’ve completed so far, handwritten notes from Seonghwa himself. But as you flip through, more and more pen marks appear. Simple mistakes are circled and crossed out, some tasks you missed altogether highlighted in angry orange marker. You don’t even remember reading some of these in your assignments, but clearly they were there. At the end was a copy of your internship contingencies, a harsh reminder of your situation. 

You collapse onto the desk, ignoring the surprised sound Wooyoung makes next to you. No amount of worrying over your imaginary relationship issues would help you keep your apartment and income. The moment of shame only lasts a few seconds before you snap your head back up, looking directly at Seonghwa’s desk. He’s sitting there staring back at you, a look of pity covering his features. Maybe you’re about to lose everything.

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hii! do you have a full masterlist with all of your works?

i didn't before you sent this but it motivated me to make one >.< it should be my new pinned post ! i haven't written a whole lot yet but you can find it all there 👨‍💻

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intro :D

hi! i'm luna, 20, they/them. im nonbinary, bi and polyam. i write for ateez (primarily yunho but i swear i love them all!) i don't rlly take requests, but ateez soft & hard hours r always open >.< feel free to send me anything!

we all need love (jyh)

ongoing series, office au, fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort you just finished your junior year of college, snagging an unbelievable summer internship in Seoul. But after your supervisor and his friends invite you into their circle with open arms, your heart gets caught between a rock and a hard place named Yunho. you don't think you can get through these 12 weeks without someone's feelings getting hurt.

muse (jyh)

oneshot, model!yunho, smut Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

closed doors (jyh, kys)

part 1, part 2 twoshot, smut, voyeurism, cheating, threesome Poor Yunho just can't resist himself, not when you sound like that.

drabbles

9:37pm (jyh smut) 9:12am (jyh smut) kissing habits (jyh fluff, suggestive)

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closed doors pt.2

summary: you all engage in some,, roommate bonding.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader x yeosang

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cheating (question mark?), cuckolding, threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex, petnames, ummmm lmk if there's anything else i should tag idk what I was cooking with this one

read part 1 here

"Yeosang what the fuck are you saying?" Yunho responds first, dropping his hands from your body as if that makes the scene look any better.

"If you told me," he repeats to his friend this time, taking his cap off and walking further inside, "that you wanted to fuck my girlfriend, I would've said yes."

"What baby?" Your brain finally catches up and it's your turn to shoot him a confused look.

"Well, I would've said yes provided you were okay with it, love. Which you clearly are." He's reached the end of the bed now, head tilted in curiosity. You've never seen Yeosang mad, and even though this seems like an apt time, he's anything but.

Yunho seems to read your mind. "Are you not mad at us?"

"I probably should be," Yeosang chuckles, "but I saw this coming from a mile away." He scans the room and shuffles over to Yunho's desk chair, swivelling it to face you two. "Continue."

You and Yunho gasp in unison, and in any other situation your synchrony would've been funny. The only way to describe Yeosang's tone is dominant. It's the voice he uses when you're alone, and one glance at his crotch confirms his intentions. But Yunho doesn't know that (at least you don't think he does) and the whiplash from being caught freezes you both in place.

"Sangie-"

"I said continue," his hand smooths down his shirt and rests comfortably at the waistband of his sweats, "if you want me to forgive you, you need to put on a show."

Your gaze meets Yunho's, and when you see just how turned on being caught got him you know you have no choice. He completely relaxes beneath you, lifting his arms to rest behind his head, giving you free reign. But you still can't move.

"Princess," Yeosang brings your attention back to him, "show him what he's been missing."

The order sends a new rush of arousal through your body, rolling your hips without warning. Yunho groans under you, encouraging you to finally continue. You sit up straight, taking off your shirt and putting your body on full display for both men. The sight makes a satisfied sigh leave Yeosang's lips.

"Do you know what she likes?" He asks from the chair, palming himself over his pants.

"I don't," Yunho responds breathlessly, eyes glued to your chest as you continue to roll your hips. Some part of him in the back of his mind finds it absurd that he's about to take orders from his roommate and friend, but then again this whole situation is absurd. And he loves every single second of it.

"Her nipples are very sensitive. Not enough to make her come, but enough to hear her pretty, pretty voice," the way he talks about you as if you aren't in the room turns you on impossibly more, speeding up and biting your lip at the sensation.

"Yeah? Does your princess want my hands on her?" Yunho smirks, eyes unmoving. It's clear they're both gonna have their fun with you, whether you like it or not (you love it).

Your whimpers clearly aren't enough as Yeosang mumbles "answer him baby" before finally wandering under his sweats. You can just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, but the familiar snap of his waistband tells you he's freely stroking himself now, enjoying the show.

"Please?" Yunho's eyes finally flick up to yours at your plea, dark yet friendly. He's always had nice eyes, ones you didn't mind looking into. Has he always looked at you like this, though? Could Yeosang always tell?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp pinch on your left nipple, followed by light pressure on both as Yunho works you up. His hands are big but soft, firm but gentle as he learns every dip and curve of you. Almost too gentle, and your ever observant boyfriend gets to it before you can.

"No need to treat her nicely," he huffs out. You wish it was a lie. You wish you could be offended by anything they're subjecting you to, but you can't. Yunho only hums in agreement before pulling you down by the nape of your neck, attaching his soft lips to a nipple before you can even register what happened.

"Oh my god," you and your boyfriend nearly say in unison, albeit his much quieter, as you pant above Yunho. The sensation is so overwhelming your hips come to a stop, but he quickly replaces it with deep thrusts, skin slapping skin the only noise rivaling your endless moaning.

When he's satisfied with sucking, he repositions you again to kiss you, nothing but spit and swollen lips. His hips slow almost completely, palming the flesh of your ass as he bounces you on his dick. You exchange whimpers of pleasure as he explores your mouth, swallowing his deep groan as he buries his dick in you fully, holding your hips still.

"Does my baby wanna lay down?" He whispers into your mouth, sitting up and pushing you into the opposite side of the bed before you can say yes. You let out a sigh of relief, massaging your slightly sore thighs.

"Head back doll," Yeosang orders, voice moving towards you. If you were being honest you nearly forgot he was there, but Yunho nudges you up with his own legs until your head rests just off the edge of his mattress. Your boyfriend (can you still call him that when Yunho just called you his baby?) finally appears in your line of sight, kneeling to cup your cheek.

"Tap twice if you need air," he smiles, and doesn't wait for you to respond before maneuvering his tip to your lips. You part them, letting the familiar weight of his dick slide through with ease. Yunho groans at the sight, running his own tip between your folds before thrusting into you again. The sudden movement pushes Yeosang into your throat and you nearly choke, but they give you time to control your breathing. One inhale, one exhale, and then Yunho pulls back and fills you again. He's slow at first, letting his roommate relish in the sensation of your warm mouth, rocking you gently between both men.

"Yun, look," Yeosang sighs above you, placing a light hand near your throat. He thrusts deep enough for a bulge to appear and Yunho's grip on your hips tighten so much it might leave bruises. You only have a few seconds to keep your breathing steady before the taller boy's slamming into you, knocking Yeosang even further into your throat and eliciting a groan from all three of you.

The pace Yunho sets is brutal for everyone involved, your moans completely muffled by Yeosang and the vibrations making him embarrassingly close to coming already. He only eggs you on, hand sliding down your chest to play with a nipple. You think you can hear Yunho groaning "fuck" over and over, but nothing's louder in your ears than your own cries buried deep in your throat.

Someone's hand - probably Yunho's - makes contact with your clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. It's all too overwhelming, the spit running down your face, blood rushing to your head, slick smeared on your thighs, both your friend and boyfriend buried deep inside you. The bubbling heat inside you explodes suddenly and forcefully, legs clenching around Yunho, begging him to stop. He slows only a little, still chasing his own high, pressing soothing circles into your hips as you get hit with waves of pleasure.

Before you can compose yourself you feel Yeosang twitch inside you, hot strings sliding down your throat smoothly. You swallow around him, making him whimper above you before finally pulling out. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips as if he didn't just fuck your throat raw, holding your head in his hands as support.

"So perfect for me," you hear Yunho grunt, thrusts getting sloppy, "take us both so well, don't you pretty?" When you finally blink enough tears away to see clearly, the vision before you is godly. He pulls out completely to release on your stomach, one hand pumping himself clean, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moans your name. It's like music to your ears, and you swear you hear Yeosang sigh pleasantly along with you.

"How are you feeling baby?" He wipes a trail of spit from your cheek as Yunho pulls you fully back onto the bed, collapsing next to you.

"'m great," you mumble, one hand tangled in his hair as another reaches for Yunho's touch. You all stay like that for a while, Yeosang stroking your hair and Yunho playing with your fingers as you catch your breath. The calm finally brings you back to your senses.

"Do you forgive me?" You look up at your boyfriend with nervous eyes, still unable to read his expression.

"If you answer this one question for me," he leans down to your ear, lips grazing your lobe.

"Yes, baby?"

"Who fucked you better?"

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this is like the best reblog ever actually this is how I felt writing it

9:12am

yunho x big tiddy reader thoughts making me go insane actually

"are you awake?" your eyes flutter open at your boyfriend's deep voice behind you. you nod, throat dry from a good night's sleep, and he wraps a hand around you to pull you closer. "good. i need you."

you can only utter a small "hm?" before you feel his hand snake under your sleep shirt onto your chest. you can feel him lightly grind himself into you too, getting needier by the second.

"you're so soft baby," he groans, burying his face into the back of your neck. he takes a nipple between his finger and thumb, tweaking until its impossibly hard under his touch. he makes his way to the other one, slowly but surely working you up next to him. his soft pants and groans are muffled by your skin, but he needs more.

you place a hand around his and pull him on top of you, shifting to wrap both legs around his hips. he takes the opportunity to dive face first into your chest, desperately leaving hickies all over. none of them were high enough to show when you put a proper shirt on; they were for his eyes alone. he licks a few playful circles around your nipples before you whine and yank him up to your own lips. he only giggles, exploring your mouth while his hands stay firmly planted on both breasts.

he pulls away a few breathless seconds later, admiring how you spill out of hands as big as his, plush skin contouring to every squeeze and pinch he gives you, small whines escaping every time he brushes over a nipple or particularly dark bruise. it takes everything in him not to cum at the sight alone.

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closed doors pt.1

summary: poor yunho just can't resist himself, not when you sound like that.

pairing: yeosang x fem!reader, yunho x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: this is just pure smut, yunho is a perv, voyeurism, cheating, unprotected sex, switch!yunho, idk what else to say i blacked out and wrote this in one sitting

part 2

Neither of you heard him walk in. As far as Yeosang was concerned, Yunho would be at work for 3 more hours, and for those 3 hours you were all his. He had some pent up tension that he'd rather take out on you when no one else could hear you scream his name.

Yunho couldn't hear you two either, at least not at first. He set his bags down as usual and made his way to the kitchen for a drink. Only in the silence of scanning the half empty fridge did he start to hear you. Your whining and moaning and unmistakable "Sangie please!" echoing through the apartment. Fuck.

He tries to pick up a soda and tune it out. He could go straight to his room and put on his headset and sink into a round of Valorant. He could forget all about how you were getting fucked senseless just a room over. Right?

"You can take it, right? You're doing so good for me baby," Yeosang grunts, loud enough for Yunho to hear as he shuffles to his room. You can only sigh some string of explicatives and Yunho wonders what he could've possibly been doing to you now. Did he switch positions? Is he using toys on you? Is he just so big that you go stupid? Is he bigger than Yunho? Could you take Yunho, too? Fuck.

He doesn't know how it happens, if you asked him he'd swear up and down that he'd never do such a thing, but within seconds he has his ear pressed to Yeosang's door. The sound of skin hitting skin is much clearer now, and his pace is brutal. Yunho palms the growing bulge in his pants, closing his eyes to try and imagine you more clearly. He probably has you folded in half, ankles on his shoulders and hands gripping the sheets for dear life as he ruins you.

"Sangie please .... I'm so close please," you mumble over and over, orgasm so close you can practically touch it. Yunho's eyes roll back behind his lids, one hand making its way under his pants. He tries to match his strokes to Yeosang's, but the way he's pounding into is nearly inhuman, only turning Yunho on more.

"Do you want to come, love?" A faint click and light buzz gets tossed into the mix. So he does have toys. You cry out even louder and Yunho can't help the small moan that leaves his lips. He instantly clasps his free hand over his mouth, shocked at himself. He barely moans when he's hooking up with someone, but you... you just sound so good getting fucked by his roommate. You sound like you were made to be filled up.

Yunho almost, almost, reaches his own orgasm, lost in his thoughts of you whining under him, pinned down by his hands as he fucks into you endlessly. But the persistent slapping stops, and when he refocuses he hears shuffling right behind the door.

"Let me get you a damp towel, stay there," Yeosang hums before sliding out to the hallway. A lone coke bottle is laying next to his door frame, you must've left it out there before he pulled you inside. He pads into the bathroom and starts running warm water, and that's when Yunho finally lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had never moved so fast, hand scratching against his zipper as it flew from below his waistband, body silently and expertly slinking into his own room before freezing in place. His muscles relax at the sound of running water and he quietly sinks into his bed.

His dick is still painfully hard, and the adrenaline of almost being caught is only making him hornier. Shouldn't he feel ashamed? But the shame turns him on, too. No matter how much he tries to talk himself out of it, he can't help it. He runs his slender fingers along his member, desperately trying to build up to the pace his ears got accustomed to earlier. Your voice echoes through his head.

He doesn't know how long you've been standing there. Hell, he doesn't even know how long he's been touching himself, slowly coming closer and closer to the edge at the thought of you. You noticed Yunho's bags as you hugged your boyfriend goodbye. He had just gone to get some food, but you welcomed the short break to compose yourself. But when did Yunho get home? Did he know you were there? Might as well say hi, you thought.

Nothing prepared you for the sight in front of you now. He made the mistake of leaving his door a crack open, just enough for you to see him splayed out on his bed. Head tilted back into his pillows, right hand making quick work of his dick, which had to be the biggest you've seen in your life. His face is tinted a cute shade of pink, heart shaped lips parted in pleasure. He genuinely looks gorgeous so close to coming. Your body moved before your mind did.

"Yunho?" Lightly pushing the door open wider, you finally got his attention. He froze, his doe eyes staring at you for a second before shutting in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I was, um," he starts, but you cut him off.

"When did you get home?" He opens his eyes again, staring at you in confusion now. "Early enough to hear us, I suppose?"

You swear his fingers twitch around his dick, "I really didn't mean to intrude on you two..."

"Ah, so that's why you're jerking off by yourself instead?" You take a step closer, fully in his room now. You've been in here a few times, usually to play a game or two with both of them. The air was undeniably different than then though, dripping with unspoken need.

Yunho's beyond confused, but he makes no effort to move as he watches you slowly step closer. You would've left if you didn't want him, right? You wouldn't be so shamelessly staring at his dick if you didn't want him. Right?

"Were you thinking about me this whole time?" You gingerly sit on the edge of his mattress. Everything about this was so wrong, especially when Yeosang could come back at any second. But your brain was clouded by the sight of Yunho touching himself, eager to do the same.

"What are you doing?" His voice wavers, eyes following you. God, he looked so precious like this, scared and exposed but turned on all at the same time.

"You," he shudders at your instant response and you lean over him. There's a moment of hesitation, an acknowledgement from you both of how wrong this is. But neither of you could control yourselves.

He crosses the line first, reaching up and pulling you on top of him into a kiss. It wasn't romantic or thoughtful in the slightest, just spit and tongue and lust moving together. His other hand clinged to your hip, urging you to straddle him. You obliged, biting his lip before leaning back. You couldn't help but roll your hips on top of him, and his grip on you tightened.

"Fuck y/n," he groans, silently begging you to do it again. His cheeks are flushed bright red with shame now, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He's so fucking pretty under you, you can't help but tease.

"How long have you wanted me like this?" You grind again. The thin sleep shorts you threw on are the only thing separating his aching dick from your heat, and wetness is already starting to seep through. He doesn't respond, only panting and bucking up into you frantically.

"Why'd you stop," he whines, breathless, as you still completely.

"You didn't answer me. How long have you wanted to fuck me, love?" You burn holes into his sweet doe eyes that look back at you, searching for some friction again. "Was today the first time you thought of it?"

"No," he whispers, even more ashamed.

"Then when?" You rest your weight back fully on top of him, only giving enough relief to make him answer.

"Since you started dating him, fuck," he bucks up again and you let him. You wonder how many time's he's listened to you get fucked senseless in the next room over. He's vocal now, groaning at the feeling of precum and your slick covering his dick. When he makes eye contact with you, his shameful sweet appearance has been replaced by something almost animalistic. You give in, knowing Yeosang could be back at any minute, and you need him just as much.

"You're much bigger than him, you know," you coo, sliding your soaked shorts to the side and lining yourself up, "but you don't know how to pleasure me like he does. Not yet, anyway."

"Please," he sighs at the sight, "you can do whatever you want to me. Please just do it already."

You only mumble a small "needy" as you lower yourself onto him, taking him fully. It's quick and it burns and you feel the slightest sense of guilt at being filled up by someone who isn't your boyfriend, but it's all worth it for the choked moans that escape Yunho's mouth. If you thought he was pretty earlier, he's fucking beautiful now. Eyes closed, brows furrowed in pleasure, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead in sweat, lips swollen and parted as he takes in shaky breaths. God, he's perfect.

It doesn't take long for you to start moving in tandem, rolling and bouncing like your life depends on it. One of his hands traces up your side to rest on your boob, squeezing harshly every so often. Before you know it, he plants his feet firmly behind you and pulls you down, setting his own pace. He wraps both arms around your torso and pounds into you relentlessly, nothing but the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

"Is this how he fucks you, hm?" He growls into your ear and you choke out a cry because yes, this is exactly how Yeosang was fucking you not even an hour before. And it felt so good, so so good, but this feels so much better. Yunho fills you up in no way you've ever felt before, and his frame is so big you couldn't escape if you tried.

He pulls your hair down, forcing you into the crook of his neck. All you can feel is him moving beneath you, grunting into your ear as he finally gets what he so badly wanted. And then he stills.

"Why'd you stop baby?" You look up, ears ringing from the sudden silence. But when you meet his gaze, he's staring at the door. Your stomach drops.

"It's not what it..." Yunho chokes out, frozen in place.

"I knew you liked him babe," Yeosang calmly walks into the room, cap covering his eyes, takeout bag still in hand, "but you could've just asked me. I would've said yes."

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we all need love chapter 6.

chapter summary: third date's a charm, right?

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: we have finally gotten to the smut (minors dni), petnames, pretty tame for now i think, let me know if i should add anything else !

word count: 4.0k

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[Wooyoung] Whooooo wants to go the bar with me friday night? 

[Choi Jongho] Absolutely no one.

[Choi San] I don’t think that day will work

[Yunho] I’m busy sorry!

[Wooyoung] Bro... what about y/n i can always depend on you right

I’m also busy…

[Wooyoung] I miss work for one day and suddenly everyone has plans :( 

[Kim Hongjoong] woo are you dumb

[Wooyoung] Wait a second

[Wooyoung] Oh my god.

[Wooyoung] You know what I think I’ll do a movie night instead! By myself!

[Song Mingi] i’ll join you 

“Well someone’s happy today!” Wooyoung teases as you walk into the office. He’s been relentless everyday, spouting some combination of encouraging support and playful jabs.

“10 hours,” you sigh as you sink down into your cubicle. Your workload was easy enough this week, but you kept getting distracted easily, the mere thought of making things ~official~ sending you into daydream mode. Wooyoung always snapped you out of it with a lighthearted jab, you knew he found it just as funny as you did.

“You know if he does anything you don’t like-”

“You will all yell at Yunho so he never hurts me again, I know,” you cut him off. Every single one of them has pulled you aside or privately texted you to express just how much they’ll defend you if anything happens.

He only chuckles, “I just wanna make sure you know! He’s a really nice guy, but things happen, I don’t know.”

“I can fend for myself, but I appreciate the backup,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile.

“I’m so excited for you guys, really! His last relationship didn’t end terribly or anything, but he’s such a romantic person I was hoping someone deserving of him came along.” He sounds more serious now, and it hasn’t really crossed your mind what Yunho would be coming to the table with. You’ve been so focused on how much you’ll have to explain about yourself. “Please don’t break his heart, okay?” Wooyoung makes one last quiet request before turning to his own screen and settling into work mode for the day. You don't respond, but you repeat his words to yourself mentally. You won't break any hearts this summer.

You started getting ready almost immediately after getting home, risking no chance of running late. The place he picked out wasn’t fancy in the slightest, so you went light on the outfit, a nice denim skirt and cute top. The plan didn’t necessarily include either one of you coming home for the night, but you tidied up the living room just in case. You didn’t really mind the thought of him in your apartment anyway.

The road you live on is fairly quiet at this hour, so you figure the next car you hear pull up to the building must be him. You take one last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and nearly jumping down the stairs. It still didn’t feel real in your head, such a perfect person being into you as much as you’re into them. Intrusive thoughts of how quickly you could sabotage the date only flood your mind briefly before you open the front doors and spot Yunho standing against his car.

“Are you ready?” he beams at you, holding out a hand to help you into the front seat. 

You giggle and accept the offer, “more than I’ll ever be.”

The interior is all sleek black. It doesn’t look brand new, but it’s clean and orderly. It smells like him. You fidget with the hem of your skirt as he rounds the car and settles into the driver’s seat. 

“Anything in particular you want to listen to?” You tilt your head at the question, and he quickly adds that it’s okay if you don’t.

“No I like listening to music, I’m just not sure what I should show you,” chuckling, you whip out your phone and scan through your playlist. Yunho has mentioned a few of his favorite songs in conversation, and seeing as neither of you were particularly picky it shouldn’t be so hard to find something. You make up your mind and press play.

“Fun,” he bops his head to the beat, occasionally tapping a finger on the steering wheel. The car ride is mostly silent between you two, and you can’t tell if he’s just as nervous. Ever since San told him your feelings, he’s had a new aura around him. He’s playful and teases you to no end, like the rest of them, but surely he must be giddy too? Maybe he has more experience than you thought.

The hostess guides you to a small window seat, but by now it’s completely dark outside. She hands two menus to you before tending to the next reservation, and you settle into the booth. You had mentioned in the car that you like knowing what to order beforehand, and Yunho offered to order it for you, so you had nothing to do for the next few minutes. If the way his eyes rake over the laminated sheet means anything, he must be starving. His hair is parted down the middle, somewhat pushed out of his face, and his face is scrunched cutely in concentration. He’s wearing a button down and slacks, but it doesn’t look so formal that it stands out. He’s good at looking effortlessly put together.

“Good evening! Can I get you started with some drinks?” A waiter appears in front of your table, directing all his attention to Yunho. You expected as much, and gladly let him take the lead.

“Actually I think we’re ready to order!” He takes one last look at the menu before reciting both your orders perfectly. Once he’s sure the waiter has them down correctly and is out of earshot, he lets out a long sigh.

“That didn’t upset you, did it?” He frowns a little, “I don’t know why he didn’t even acknowledge you.”

“Oh no it’s fine I promise,” you take one of his hands into your own, “it was a shitty move but I hate speaking so it works out in my favor.”

“As long as you’re fine,” he sighs again and squeezes your hand. No one’s ever really noticed that before, at least not while you were on dates. You always subconsciously clocked it as some form of sexism but never made a fuss, so seeing Yunho so distraught is a foreign feeling. You’re eager to change the subject.

“So what made you like me?” Smooth, definitely not too direct at all.

“Oh?” He chuckles, “I thought I already told you why when we were at the park. I feel so comfortable around you, and you’re really good at what you do. It’s admirable.”

“That can’t possibly be enough to have a crush on-”

“You’re incredibly pretty, too,” his hand that was sitting in yours pulls away to rest on his cheek, tilting his head playfully, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you arrived.”

You stare, shocked, as the waiter comes back to drop off complimentary water and a promise of food coming soon. He only grins, stirring the ice in his cup with a straw before taking a sip. This wasn’t the shy, polite man you originally liked, but his teasing only makes you want him more.

“Too forward?”

You shake your head a bit too aggressively, almost completely ruining your hair, “No no no, I have too! You’re really cute.” No amount of talking could help you recover from how flustered you are right now.

“Aw,” fluttering his lashes, “so that’s why you like me?”

“I mean you’re also just really nice and observant of everyone around you,” you start fiddling with your own cup, “I guess I just felt comfortable with you, too.”

“Good to know the feeling’s mutual,” he breaks his teasing act and chuckles, and you can only manage to nurse the ice cold water in front of you. “I’m sure the guys have bugged you a lot so I don’t know what you know, but it’s been a long time since I’ve liked someone so much. It’s nice.”

His ears are that familiar bright red again, “are you nervous, Yunho?”

“Only a little,” he blushes even more at the question, rubbing his ears a bit and giggling, “are you?”

You nod, “I got dumped earlier this year and I wasn’t planning on doing anything this summer, so yeah. A little more than you are.”

“Why did he dump you?” A face of genuine confusion washes over him. It’s not that he thought it was a red flag, he just couldn’t think of a single reason anyone would abandon you. 

“Ah, she just,” you sigh, wondering how much you should share. If you were a good person, you’d tell him everything. You’d tell him what your heart really desires and why your friends were being so mean that night you spent in his apartment. You’d be transparent about what you want out of a relationship, because that’s what first dates are for right?

“Sorry for assuming!” He shakes his head, “you can continue, though, I promise.”

“I think she just grew apart from me, I don’t know? We spent all of college together, but I think we were going in different directions.” He nods understandingly, and you feel a ping of guilt in your gut. 

“Yeah that happens. I had a girlfriend my freshman year, but we ended up not having a lot of overlapping interests or anything. Conversations fizzled out quick.”

It’s your turn to nod, and Wooyoung’s words rattle around in your brain. Yunho’s a romantic, someone who puts his all into everything, including relationships. You could tell as much just seeing how he interacts with his friends, but hearing the disappointment in his voice scares you. The slight guilt you felt has grown into a consistent, dull ache of anxiety.

“Have you seen anyone since then?” You shuffle a bit in your seat, your breakups lingering in the air.

He nods, chuckling, “a few flings here and there, but nothing substantial. I don’t really love hookup culture, but I haven’t found anyone I really like.” 

“Until now!” 

“Right! Now I have someone I want to impress. She’s so pretty and nice, I just want to take care of her.” He stares at you fondly now, still blushing from his round cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“Oh really?” You trace the rim of your now empty cup with one finger. 

“Mm, all my friends like her too. I think she’s perfect for me.” 

“You’re so corny,” you laugh, slapping his hand. The anxiety fades as quickly as it appeared.

Your waiter might have the worst timing imaginable, because not even 2 seconds later does he plop a large slab of steak in front of Yunho. “Sorry ma’am, your meal will be out in just a few minutes!” You nod and watch him scurry back to the kitchen. When you turn your attention back to Yunho, his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Do you mind if I eat first?” He doesn’t look up at you, but you tell him it’s fine and watch as he instantly tears into his dinner, nodding excitedly at the first bite and shaking a fist as if he’s won the lottery. Your dish arrives a few minutes later as promised and you dig in as well, falling into a comfortable silence. Bits and pieces of conversations around you pass by, waiters rushing back and forth, a TV quietly playing golf highlights at the bar. You don’t want the night to end.

“This is your place right?” He pulls up to the curb and turns down the music. The car ride home was comfortable, both tired after some of the most filling and delicious meals you’ve had in a while. Fresh anxiety pooled in your gut at the thought of leaving him now.

“Do you want to come inside?” You offer and he’s smiling at you like he thought you’d never ask. “We could play games or something?”

“What games do you have?” He turns the car off and unlocks the doors, turning as much as he can to face you.

“I have a switch! I can start up Mario Kart or something,” his eyes sparkle at that, and you smile at your successful plan.

“Are you any good?”

“Better than you I bet,” you raise an eyebrow. He copies your expression before silently getting out of the car, and you follow. He doesn’t say a word as you lead him up the steps to your apartment on the second floor, or as you slink into your living room and settle in. You boot up your switch and download Mario Kart, and he only grins at you from his side of the couch when you hand him a controller.

“If I win,” he starts, eyes trained on the screen as he selects his kart setup, “I get to kiss you.”

You lean back into the couch and lock in your own kart, “deal.”

You tried your best, you really did. It might’ve been your best effort in the history of owning this game, even. But Yunho placed first in all four races easily, and by the last one he was so excited he barely waited for the scoreboard to appear before throwing the joycon to the side and grabbing your arm.

“This isn’t fair! I didn’t know you were a pro at this,” you argue, letting him move you with ease, thighs fully touching now and one arm slung around your shoulders.

“It was completely fair,” he chuckles just above your head. You look up and see his signature crooked smile plastered across his face, annoyingly proud of his own victory. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“And now I get my prize.”

This time you’re prepared. It lasts longer than the kiss at the subway, his movements slow and intentional. His soft lips melt against yours and you feel his grip on you tighten a little, but it’s innocent. This time, you don’t let him pull away, though. Your hands wrap around his neck and you kiss back, leaning into him. He lets out a small, cute gasp before accepting you, and it all feels so natural. His lips moving against yours, your skin running hot beneath his hand, your leg against his. He tests the waters and swipes his tongue across your lip and you quickly respond, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He moves slowly and curiously, as if he has all the time in the world to explore you and he wants to spend every last second of it. But when his hand traces down your side to rest on your hip you know you need more.

“Lean back,” you finally pull away. He listens immediately, eyes glazed over with infatuation as he watches you swing one leg around him and sit comfortably in his lap. Your skirt rides up to your hips and his hands rub the newly exposed skin of your thighs, sending goosebumps down your legs.

“You know I really didn’t have any intention to sleep with you on the first date,” he mumbles, but you ignore him. You lean down and press soft kisses up his neck, purposely hitting every pretty mole on him, before making your way to his ear.

“Third,” you correct, “and it doesn’t matter, because it’s my intention now.” You feel his grip on you tighten even more and you continue to work your way painfully slowly down his neck, from one side to the other. He lets out shaky sighs at every small nip and suck, hands now fervently roaming around your body, squeezing any skin he can find. His fingers slide beneath your shirt and you can feel him make quick work of your bra, pushing you up just enough to slide both garments off.

You swear you feel him twitch beneath you, and he makes no effort to hide the way he takes in your exposed body, “where’s your room?” You can barely hear him, not when you’re so focused on the marks you’ve left on him and his blown out look. When you don’t respond, he pulls your hips forward, grinding against you. “Baby, your room?”

“The door with the poster on it,” you sigh at the friction. He wraps both hands firmly around your ass and stands up, effortlessly carrying you to your bed. He places you gently on the edge before nearly ripping off his shirt and pants, leaving nothing but the impossibly large tent in his underwear. You don’t have time to take in the sight, his large frame quickly maneuvering on top of you.

“I’d usually be more calm, but you’re so beautiful I can’t help myself,” he whispers, making his way down your neck. His kisses are aggressive and sloppy now, but just as slow as you were on him. His dick is pressed flush against your thigh, but when you try to roll your hips for some relief he presses you down with a firm hand. “Let me have my fun, love.” 

All you can do is whine his name, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks on your skin. At this point your clit is throbbing, heat spreading through you at every touch of his, but you know if you move again he’ll only get meaner. Part of you wants to try. 

“Can I?” You feel slender fingers hook under your skirt and panties, and when you only whine his name again in response he takes no time pulling them off you. 

“Yunho please,” you feel like you might start crying if he doesn’t touch you soon.

“So pretty for me.” He drops the last of your clothing on the floor behind him. “Did I get you this worked up already?”

Your legs falter a bit at his words, but he keeps his broad chest in between them, spreading you wide enough for his liking. You want to beg more, but he must read your mind because before you open your mouth his tongue is flat against your heat. He’s teasing at first, kitten licks with little pressure, but when you genuinely moan for the first time he gets to business. One hand wrapped around your thigh, the other makes its way below his busy mouth. Two fingers glide in, setting a slow and steady pace that only builds you up more. 

He pulls up only briefly, fingers still going, to take in your blissed out state. You look back down at him at the loss of contact, but he only smirks, “I want you to watch me, love.”

All you can do is nod, struggling not to throw your head back into your covers as he goes back down. His long fingers brush against all the right places, his tongue flicking in perfect time to your building orgasm. He doesn’t speed up or slow down, he just keeps going until he feels your plush thighs clench around either side of him. You mumble his name over and over as it finally washes over you, feeling him lap up every last drop and holding your hips close to him.

“Fuck,” Yunho sighs, finally sitting up and letting your legs lay flat.

“How are you so good at that?” You prop yourself up on your elbows. Your head starts pounding a bit, but you still want more.

He chuckles and turns behind him, searching through his slacks left abandoned on the floor, “I told you I’ve had hookups every so often. I’m not clueless, you know.” 

“I need to see what else you can do,” you tease, and just as you say it he produces a metal condom wrapper, grinning.

“Well you’re about to, if you’re up to it?” You almost ask why you wouldn’t be, but then you see it. You’ve only taken a few dicks in your life, but his was certainly the largest. He pumps a few times waiting for your response, parting his lips at the feeling.

“Yunho,” you mumble, taking in the sight. A thin sheen of sweat already covers his forehead, cheeks and chest a light shade of pink. He’s staring back at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he etches your form into his memory. 

“Is that a yes?” You nod and he slips the condom on before leaning back down over you. He kisses you again, as deep as humanly possible, and lines up with you. “Promise me you’ll say something if it hurts, okay?”

“I promise,” you smile up at him and he kisses you again, entering softly. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting, but it’s only for a second before you’re pulling him closer. He thrusts in again, fully burying himself this time, and you feel him groan against your lips. 

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He sighs above you, setting a steady pace that has you digging into his shoulders. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your hot skin in between his panting. You can’t help the stream of moans and curses that leave your mouth, you’ll have to deal with your neighbors’ complaints tomorrow. 

One of his hands snakes down to your thigh again and he slows down to readjust. He leaves one last sloppy kiss on your jaw before straightening up and pushing your legs back, folding you in half. You grip the sheets until your knuckles pale, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of him bottoming out in this position. He pistons into you, strangled breaths leaving his lips. You grab a pillow and bite down as hard as possible, it’s the only thing stopping you from screaming at the top of your lungs. 

He gets sloppy quickly and you nearly orgasm at the sound of him groaning your name alone, voice deep and broken. His hips stutter, slamming into you one last time before he collapses on top of you. You both take deep breaths in tandem, recovering slowly and rubbing circles into his skin. He presses gentle kisses along your neck until he finds the energy to get up again, giving you a squeeze before sliding out.

“Did I wow you?” He jokes, discarding the condom and wrapper and finding a small towel to clean up with.

“Mm, I don’t know. Might have to try again,” you laugh, “there’s more towels in the bathroom across the hall.”

“We can in the morning baby,” his laughter is the last thing you hear as he disappears into the hallway. He quickly returns with a fresh wash cloth and a cup of water for you. You hold out a hand for the cloth, but he waves you away, cleaning you up himself. It’s so natural and careful you almost completely forget he was a stranger just a few weeks ago. You almost forget how temporary this all is.

“Don’t you need to get home?” you take a sip of water and hope it helps the dull headache from being jostled around.

He scoffs at you, genuinely surprised, “are you kidding me?”

“I just didn’t know if,”

“If I was joking about having you in the morning, too? Let me cuddle you to sleep or so help me god,” Yunho turns the lights off and flops onto the other side of your bed, tugging your arm. The longer you wait, the more he pouts and tugs, but eventually you give in.

You can’t help but leave small kisses all over each other as you lay entangled in the dark, neither of you wanting to fall asleep yet. His energy is overwhelming, heart beating softly against your cheek, thumbs rubbing small circles into your arms. You think this is the first night since you’ve arrived that you won’t end the day worried, that maybe this was the best possible way your night could’ve gone. Maybe the next few months will be okay. Maybe you should get some sleep.

And then you wake up, and he’s gone.

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9:12am

yunho x big tiddy reader thoughts making me go insane actually

"are you awake?" your eyes flutter open at your boyfriend's deep voice behind you. you nod, throat dry from a good night's sleep, and he wraps a hand around you to pull you closer. "good. i need you."

you can only utter a small "hm?" before you feel his hand snake under your sleep shirt onto your chest. you can feel him lightly grind himself into you too, getting needier by the second.

"you're so soft baby," he groans, burying his face into the back of your neck. he takes a nipple between his finger and thumb, tweaking until its impossibly hard under his touch. he makes his way to the other one, slowly but surely working you up next to him. his soft pants and groans are muffled by your skin, but he needs more.

you place a hand around his and pull him on top of you, shifting to wrap both legs around his hips. he takes the opportunity to dive face first into your chest, desperately leaving hickies all over. none of them were high enough to show when you put a proper shirt on; they were for his eyes alone. he licks a few playful circles around your nipples before you whine and yank him up to your own lips. he only giggles, exploring your mouth while his hands stay firmly planted on both breasts.

he pulls away a few breathless seconds later, admiring how you spill out of hands as big as his, plush skin contouring to every squeeze and pinch he gives you, small whines escaping every time he brushes over a nipple or particularly dark bruise. it takes everything in him not to cum at the sight alone.

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thank u for 1k+ notes already hellooooo!!!!!... maybe i need to write more model yunho this is crazy

muse

summary: Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: smut, model!yunho, fashion designer!hongjoong, photographer!reader

warnings: explicit smut minors dni, petnames (baby, love, princess), big dick yunho, semi-public sex???? pretty tame i think, lmk if i should add anything

note: taking a break from we all need love to indulge in my feelings for cosmopolitan yunho oh my GAWD he's so fine.... & i did not proofread sorry for any typos

You've worn many hats since you graduated. Interning at various clothing companies, freelance photography picking up gigs from friends and classmates, and a brief stunt as a journalist. It only makes sense that all your jobs have led to you standing in front of a glowing runway, camera propped and ready for the first model to walk out, people rushing by as they settle into their front row seats.

Not every classmate of yours was doing well in the fashion industry, but one in particular was making waves, if this event was anything to go by. Kim Hongjoong, the designer that came out of nowhere.

You chuckle at the marketing of your old friend. Anyone who knew him would know he was born to design clothes, hell, if you didn't know him you'd only have to take one look at his closet. But in the grand scheme of things, a man's gender inclusive line going viral after only 2 years in the industry is pretty unheard of.

The lights dim and you focus on your camera's digital screen, quadruple checking all your settings. Hongjoong was your biggest client during your freelancing days, and your gig tonight was to capture his show for press. Usually you'd just be doing personal events like weddings or birthdays, but these would be seen be anyone and everyone in the industry. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

One model after another appears on stage, making their rounds in all types of bold, complex outfits. His work wasn't really your style, you preferred to keep it simple and comfortable, but it's hard to deny its appeal. The models he invited showed the pieces off amazingly, too. They worked on all body types and proportions, which you made sure to capture in every photo.

One man in particular stood out to you as you took every shot you could. He looked more like a traditional model, tall and thin, lean and muscular in all the right places. He could get a job anywhere he tried. The charisma oozing from his face was infectious. A few dark strands of hair fell in front of his rhinestone speckled eyes, which seemed to make eye contact with every single person in the room. His cupid's bow was sharp, and the smirk he sent to your lens in particular had you nearly forgetting to press the shutter release.

"That's a wrap!" A man calls from behind you. The stage lights finally fade and the crowd dissipates, leaving you and a handful of other staff to pack up. You sit on a nearby stool, squinting at the small screen and clicking through your photos. Before you can get very far through your collection, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"After party in an hour babes," Hongjoong chirps next to you, "you're invited. Thanks for the excellent photos tonight."

"You haven't even seen them yet," you chuckle and finish packing up, resolving to get ready for the party despite the exhaustion you feel at the back of your mind.

He smacks your arm playfully before insisting that every photo you've ever taken has been perfect. "By the way, did any of the models catch your eye?"

"Is there a correct answer or do you want my honest thoughts?" You pierce right through your friend's shenanigans. Hongjoong has always been quite the matchmaker among your friends, although you wouldn't call it his most successful hobby. It's almost like he just picks two names out of a hat and decides they would look good together.

He only shakes his head, "I really wanna know! They're all really nice."

You only squint before responding, "Tall guy, dark hair. He was towards the end but he really walked his ass off."

His face lights up immediately and you know you chose the right answer, "Yunho!"

"Yunho," you repeat, "yeah he's nice to look at. I suppose that's his job."

"He's the newest model I've worked with," Hongjoong looks at the runway fondly, "I didn't know if he'd bring anything special to the table at first, but he's truly irresistible."

"And you invited him to the after party and you want us to meet because we'd be such a perfect couple," you stand up, eye to eye with him now, and giggle at the little game he's playing.

"Maybe so... but listen!" You both start walking towards the exit, "I don't want you to fuck him on the first night or anything. Just get to know him, at the very least you'll get a new client. His portfolio is bare bones."

You don't even have time to process what he said before he's slipping away backstage with a quick goodbye. If you were being honest, this Yunho guy probably wouldn't be a bad hookup. You weren't really looking for anything, but he's pretty. And you can't deny good work connections.

You arrive 20 minutes after Hongjoong told you to, fashionably late. You planned to have a drink or two and stick close to him since the small buds of exhaustion have already bloomed into a fullblown headache. No one should have any questions for a random photographer anyway.

"Speak of the devil, there's my right hand woman now!" Your thoughts were immediately proven wrong when you walk in and a small group of models you recognize from the runway stare fondly in your direction. Yunho is one of them, of course, but you try not to think about the words spoken about him just an hour earlier.

"Hi! I'm y/n, we went to school together," you manage a convincing smile as Hongjoong passes you a drink.

"I can't wait to see your photos," one lady gushed, "Hongjoong showed us some of your work and your style is just lovely."

You a manage a small thanks before taking a small sip. The conversation flows into a new topic with ease and you're left in the background to quietly enjoy the party. That is, until you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me," a shy, deep voice floats above you, "you don't seem like you're in a talkative mood, but I had a question for you?"

You look up and Yunho smiles down at you. He looks nothing like he did on stage before; his piercing eyes have morphed into soft, welcoming ones and his charming smirk is replaced by a nervous grin. You nod and take another sip, letting him continue.

"Hongjoong has just mentioned you so much I thought I'd ask if you could take some headshots for me?" He fiddles with his fingers and when your eyes widen he looks away.

"What has he said about me?" You try not to sound accusatory, but it doesn't come across as nicely as you'd like.

"Oh nothing bad! Nothing bad at all," Yunho chuckles, and it might be the nicest sound you've heard at this party so far, "he just wouldn't stop talking about how great you are. I figured I'd take the hint and ask."

You shift from one foot to the other, considering his request before deciding it wouldn't hurt to get to know him more. "Is this your first modeling gig?"

"Just about," there's that chuckle again, and it's contagious, "I've done a few small things here and there, but this was the biggest scale by far."

"You know I won't lower my rates just because you're new," you tease, "or because Hongjoong wants me to."

He just shakes his head profusely, "oh absolutely not! If anything I was gonna offer you more..." you see Yunho think through his sentence as he says it, trailing off after realizing what exactly he said.

"You flatter me, but I'm not in the mood to talk business right now," you swear a slight pout comes across his face before you even get to finish.

He doesn't skip a beat, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and offering it to you, "then why don't we talk later?"

You can only mutter a "smooth" while tapping your number into his contacts. You hand it back to him and watch him type something before feeling a buzz in your own pocket.

"I'll send you some info when I have a moment this week," you try not to stare at his now mischievous smirk, continuing to sip from your empty cup.

"I'll be waiting," he bends down to your height, and his voice lowers to barely above a whisper, "talk to you soon."

He's gone before you know it, disappearing into the crowd, and the brief proximity makes your insides turn in ways you don't want to admit. You have to find Hongjoong.

His bright blue hair stands out near the food bar and you quickly make your way over. The words fly out of your mouth before you even get to him, "what exactly did you say to Yunho?"

He gives you a small huh, clearly tipsier than you are, before a look of recognition washes over his face. "Oh hi love! I didn't say anything, why?"

"He said you kept mentioning me to him?" You would laugh at the state of your friend if it weren't for the sudden desire to know everything Yunho thinks of you already.

"Hm, I only said you're a great at taking photos!" He clings onto your shoulder and laughs, "and that he stood out to you on the runway tonight! He smiled ear to ear when I said that, isn't he so cute?"

"Hongjoong you did not," you grab both of his shoulders and shake him a bit, "does he think I like him or something?"

"Do you?" When you don't respond he just laughs again, "I guess my job is already done."

"I don't even know him!" You wish you could sincerely be mad at the man in front of you, but he's been correct all night so far.

"Don't you want to though?"

"I hate you, seriously," you glare at him, but he only laughs again before returning to his previous conversation. You don't know what he's gotten you into, but you don't think you mind it.

Your workdays have been packed ever since the night of the show. Being Hongjoong's right hand photographer had its perks, like the dozens of offers you've received since the articles went out, but that doesn't mean it isn't the most stressed you've been in weeks. You all but collapse by the time your lunch break rolls around.

Forget about me already?

The light buzz of your phone disrupts your thoughts about scheduling. No one usually texts you, at least not during the day. No one except Yunho.

Sorry! I've been swamped. Let me send you the form my other clients are using to schedule with me.

Aw, no special treatment for your favorite model?

You make a mental note to beat the shit outta Hongjoong for doing this the next time you see him.

Maybe if you give me a good enough offer I'll put you at the top of my list

Not even 10 minutes later, a scheduling request dings on your phone and you see the payment is three times your normal rate for headshots. You mentally curse Joong for putting you in this situation, but you're willing to play the game if it means good dick and good pay.

Am I at the top of your list now? I can't wait to see you

You can't help the way your thighs squeeze together for a moment, now eager to fit him in your schedule (and elsewhere). You wrap up your short lunch with a newfound motivation to get through your emails, making sure to leave a 2 hour slot open for him. You wonder how long you can hold off on getting back to him before he starts begging you. That would have to be a game you play another time.

The studio is empty when you show up, allowing you to quietly set up just the way you want to. Your movements are quick and practiced, dozens of headshot appointments under your belt at this point. These were supposed to be simple and straightforward, so you didn't have much to prepare besides rolling down the white backdrop and setting up your lights. There were a few other props on the side if he wanted to take more shots. You asked a couple people to help out with equipment during the shoot, but you came in early just to have some peace and quiet. Your coworkers arrive a few minutes after you do, exchanging pleasantries before finishing the job you started.

Then he walks in. You're double checking your camera settings when you hear the front door open and his honey-like voice greeting the other staff. You feel his attention shift to you, and when you turn around a playful smirk is plastered on his face. His makeup isn't as dark as it was on the runway, but he looks clean and undoubtedly handsome. His styled hair falls just past his eyes, moving with his lashes every time he blinks. He's pretty, there's no way around it, a type of face that you can't help but stare at.

"Why don't you take a photo, it lasts longer," he snickers, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in.

"That's my job after all," you motion to a stool in front of the camera, "do you want any props? We can do more than simple headshots if you'd like."

He nods and sits down, long legs crossing each other at the ankle. "I'd love that, miss photographer."

You narrow your eyes at the comment before signaling to the crew you're ready to go. One lady is on standby near the lights, another guy has a handful of reflectors ready. You try to ignore the tension between your model and focus on your craft.

"Can we try the gold?" You call out to your team, closely monitoring Yunho's face in the warmer light. After a moment of thought, you ask him to tilt his head. He's well behaved in front of the camera, following your every suggestion. You wonder if the crew can feel the heavy energy between you two.

After a half hour of posing, shooting, monitoring, retouching, and shooting again, you call for a break and everyone agrees. The couch in the corner of the studio looks so inviting you nearly run to sit down, oblivious to the way Yunho follows.

"You're really good at this," you jump at his voice next to you.

"I went to school for it so I would hope so," you mumble, getting comfortable. You open your phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll before you all come back, but he just plops down next to you.

"Have you ever gotten your own headshots taken?" You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his leg is pressed against yours. "You're so pretty behind that camera, maybe we can switch one day."

You almost bump into his face from how quickly you look up at him, "I'd never let you touch my equipment."

He hums in disapproval before pulling out his own phone and leaning back into the cushions. "Fine, maybe not me. But I don't see why Joong's never put you on the runway. You're stunning."

He expects a reaction from you, but you control yourself, leaning forward to get as much distance as you can. The two of you sit in innocent silence for a while, but the tension only grows thicker. There's five minutes before you shoot for at least another half hour, and when your job is to stare at his face you're not sure you can go much longer.

"What exactly did Hongjoong tell you about me?" You sit up straight, taking a leap of faith.

"About how in love you are with me, why?" You swiftly kick his leg next to you and he chuckles, "he just said I caught your eye. He wasn't lying was he?"

"No, definitely not," you sigh, "but what I don't understand is why you like me?"

"Who said I like you? You just happen to be very pretty and talented and fun to tease."

"So you do like me," you huff in disbelief. Something in you stirs with every word he says and you have to cross your legs for some relief from the building pressure.

"If wanting to take you right now in the middle of your studio means I like you, then sure," his slender fingers trace the back of your shoulders, wrapping a secure arm around you.

"We still have all the props to play with," you scan the studio, but your team is nowhere to be found during the break.

"What if I want to play with you instead?" His breath softly blows across your ear now, voice just barely above a whisper. It takes everything in you to not kiss him right then and there.

"You're the one paying for this timeblock," you pull up your crew group chat on your phone, already making a decision.

"If we could wrap up here that'd be lovely, miss photographer," there goes that stupid nickname again.

"You can't call me anything else?"

"Would you prefer baby? Maybe princess? Or do you like meaner things?" His hand moves again to rest between your shoulder blades as he watches you type out a quick message.

"I would prefer if you shut up honestly," you press send. As far as your team knows, the client is satisfied and wants to end the shoot here for today. No one complains, you're still being paid for two hours thanks to Yunho's generous payment.

"Will you make me?" He traces a small circle with his thumb on your back, and the comment sounds more inviting than teasing. Your body reacts before your mind does, practically throwing yourself onto him out of annoyance and need. His lips are warm and soft and mold perfectly to yours.

He takes a sharp inhale as your tongue swipes past his bottom lip, his hand travelling up to hold the back of your neck. The other abandons his phone to take purchase on your hip, pulling you further on top of him. Yunho groans at the contact, resisting the urge to buck his hips up into you already. His flirting was almost as hard on him as it was on you.

"So needy," you mumble, propping yourself up on his chest to take in the view. His eyes are already blown out from lust, raking your body and letting his hands follow. His long fingers brush over your hardening nipples and you can't help the sigh that escapes.

He chuckles, "you're one to talk." He rolls his hips ever so slightly and you whine, head falling into his shoulder. He feels bigger than average below you and you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. You slowly rock your hips above him with his hands guiding you, whimpering into his skin.

"Can I taste you?" You freeze, head shooting up to stare at him in confusion. He wraps two fingers around your belt loops and tugs you forward again. "Please baby?" You nod and he sighs with relief as if his life depended on eating you out. Maybe it does.

He lays you on your back on a couch far too small for both of you like this, but you don't care. His lips are back on yours, warm and tender, as you feel both your jeans and panties slide down your legs. The cold air makes you flinch.

"Did I make you this wet while I was on the runway, love?" You feel one slender finger slide through your folds, but it's not enough. "Staring at me behind that camera all day must be so hard. I'll make it up to you," is the last thing he says before tucks his head snugly between your thighs.

Whatever snarky reply you came up escapes you with a moan just a bit too loud, his tongue flattening up against your slit. He wastes no time, too desperate to hear you above him. One hand holding you down just below your stomach, another teasing your entrance while his mouth makes quick work of your clit. You hope to the universe none of your crew left anything in the studio because your whines and wetness echoed through the room.

Before you know it he pushes one, then two, fingers into you, filling you up deliciously, and you buck your hips into him. His pace is slow and deep, opening you up to his liking. Some combination of his tongue and fingers nearly makes you scream, hands shooting straight to pull his hair. He groans into your flesh, vibrations sending sparks straight to your core, before looking up at you. His chin is glossy and a line of spit still connects you both and you nearly come at the sight alone.

"You're fucking delicious, darling," he pumps into you one last time before taking them in his mouth, sucking with a pop, "next time you should ride my face for me."

"Next time?" You watch as he unzips his own pants, shoving them down far enough for his dick to escape. It rebounds off his stomach, bigger than anything you've taken before.

"By the way you're staring," he grips himself at the base, "I think you want a next time." The way you lick your lips is involuntary.

He chuckles, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor nearby. You continue to stare shamelessly, boosting his ego as you etch his large, toned body into your mind. "Like what you see?"

"If you don't come here and fuck me right now Yunho I swear to god," and you swear you can see his dick twitch, but he simply tuts a finger at you.

"Ah ah ah, safety first princess," he slides a condom out of his pant pocket, ripping it open and handing it to you. You tilt your head and take it reluctantly, but he only smirks, "I know you want to touch me."

"Fuck you," you roll your eyes, sitting up and coming face to face (face to tip?) with his member. You never thought you'd see a dick that you'd describe as pretty, but his is long and thick and flushed a pretty shade of pink. You wrap your free hand around the base and pump a few times to tease him.

"Not now, love," you hear a shaky breath above you and you smirk. He pulls your other hand up and you comply, unravelling the condom smoothly down him. As soon as you're done he pushes you back down, not risking the chance of you testing him again.

"Let me know if it's too much for you baby," he whispers before finally pushing in. The stretch only stings for a second before turning into delight as he fills you up completely.

You sigh out in relief, mumbling a soft "keep going" and wrapping your hands around his neck. He listens immediately, pulling back almost all the way before thrusting back in. He keeps his slow pace until he's completely sure you're comfortable.

He looks down at where you connect before finally losing his composure. "You take me so fucking well," he moans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses all over you. His pace quickens relentlessly, the sound of skin on skin filling the studio.

You scream at one particularly rough snap of his hips, but he only barely slows down. "You okay, princess?"

"So fucking good," you pant above him, his mouth still ravishing your neck. He groans at your response, fucking you harder than before. You didn't even know it was possible. You snake a hand down to your throbbing clit, so close to coming undone.

"Please come on my dick baby," he all but growls, and the way his hips falter tells you he's close too. His words, on top of everything else, are enough to finally unravel you. You shutter and jerk up into him, moaning some string of fuck's and Yunho's until your mind goes completely blank. He comes shortly after, pumping into you sporadically until he finally flops down on top of you.

You both take a few moments to come back to your senses, nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs on this cramped couch. "Next time I'll take you home so I'll have room to cuddle you after," he chuckles, picking himself up.

"I would like that," you smile softly, legs aching too much to even attempt sitting up. He cleans you both up quietly before plopping back down, letting you stretch your legs across his lap.

"So," his hand traces up your frame to cup your cheek, "can I take you out to dinner sometime, miss photographer?"

[yunholuvrr]

tell me why i got myself a snack, sat myself down & blasted through the first 5 chapters of we all need love ugh it’s soooo good & i love your writing style! i love how the overall story isn’t crazy complicated to follow yet you add so many details that it’s so easy to picture everything in my head as i’m reading it. can’t wait to read the rest of the chapters when you come out with them & im looking forward to everything you write in the future!!! 🩷

:(((((( THANK U SO MUCH HONESTLY I haven't written in so long and it's such a self indulgent silly fic as of rn 😭😭 so I'm so so glad to hear this im glad ur enjoying it n I will try to update more soon <3333

#we all need love fic #ask #hynjnpst

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Am I tripping or was 'we all need love' an ot8 fic before, I'm genuinely confused

erm I've labeled it as yunho x reader since the start, but ot8 def had their appearances in the beginning and will continue to appear! just not quite in the same way yunho does 🧑‍💻🧑‍💻

#sorry if thats disappointing D: #yunho brainrot too strong #we all need love fic #ask

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we all need love chapter 5.

chapter summary: who spills the beans?

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: none for this chapter, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 3.2k

note: i promise we will get serious and smutty very soon i just love writing stupid cheesy fluff lolol

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When you wake up it’s in a bed you don’t recognize. The sun peaks around the closed blinds and your hands instinctively feel around the sheets for your phone. You wince at the brightness. 10:47AM. You try to focus on whatever Wooyoung was blowing your phone up about, but it’s too hard. Your head is pounding and your body feels heavy. You spot a bottle of Gatorade and a post it note on the nightstand next to you.

Make sure to drink this! I left some spare towels and clothes in the bathroom if you want to wash up. Feel free to take any snacks from the kitchen. I’ll crash on the couch tonight.

“Oh my god,” you groan and throw your head back into the pillows. It all comes flooding back, your friends’ messages, everything you said to Yunho, the way he held you. He listened to you ramble about something that probably didn’t make any sense to him and now you’re laying in his bed because he’s just too nice for his own good. You wonder when he’ll finally get fed up with you. 

You might never get an answer to that question, because when you finally muster the strength to get out of bed and shuffle into the living room, he jumps from his spot on the couch to bring you a plate of food. He let you sleep in his bed and now he’s handing you food on a literal platter. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he offered to help you into the bath.

“Good morning, y/n,” he speaks softly, “I cut up some fruit and bread if you’re up to it. And there’s spare clothes in the bathroom, but if you want I can start running the water for you.”  

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Why are you being so nice?” You giggle and accept the small breakfast, plopping down on a chair. 

“Proving that you’d like me in college,” he jokes as he walks towards the bathroom. You can only sigh in response, feigning annoyance. You finally pull out your phone again to read your messages, and a few moments later you hear the muffled sound of water rushing into the tub.

[Jung Wooyoung] She’s probably passed out just like San LOL

[Choi San] Well clearly even I woke up before her

[Choi San] y/n we’re not letting you drink like that again until your farewell party

[Park Seonghwa] Can we start planning for that now please

I’m so sorry!! Idk what i was thinking, but i feel better and yunho’s place is mad comfy

[Song Mingi] ask him to let you see his gaming setup its insane

There’s still a dull ache behind your eyes, but whatever nerves you were feeling last night are completely overshadowed by the butterflies of friendship you just can’t seem to get used to. You were sure they’d judge you for getting shitfaced immediately, and maybe they silently are, but they're not making you feel bad about it. Maybe Yunho was right, maybe you’ve been calling the wrong people your friends. You have to remember to thank him for keeping their conversation a secret. But first you need to wash off the makeup you’re sure is smeared all over your face.

“Bath’s ready,” he pokes his head around the corner, smiling.

“Thank you, really. For everything. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I wash up,” you get up and try to make your way down the hall, but he places both hands firmly on your shoulders.

“You’re really not a bother at all, to any of us,” he stares at you for what feels like forever, willing the message into your head. You know he’s trying to comfort you after crying about how alone you feel, but you can’t take this kind of directness while sober. When you nod and look down at the floor he finally loosens up, “and I’m not doing anything today, so feel free to stay. You know, if you want to.”

When you look back up he’s giving you a fond smile again, ears tinted light pink. You just nod a second time, too aware and nervous of how close you two are standing now. Neither of you really know what game you’re playing, but it both makes you rush to opposite sides of the apartment.

You spend your bath wondering what imaginary line everyone was walking between you and Yunho. You’re smart enough to notice all the jabs at him anytime he mentions you, and Wooyoung’s question about dating is still clear as day in your head. But what are they all getting at? Is your crush just that blatantly obvious to everyone? Why else would they make fun of you? The water slowly gets too cold for your liking and you try to switch gears and think about what you’ll do today instead.

Yunho stuck to his word and had a pile of clothes ready for you on the counter. You assume it's just a pair of his own sweatpants and a shirt, but it still makes your stomach flip flop at the thought of him preparing all this. Maybe you should ask him about what games he has or if there’s a movie he could put on to pass the time. But first, you needed a real meal.

Apparently he can read your mind, because when you pad back into the living room he already has a menu pulled up on his phone. “Do you want waffles from that one place again? They looked really good.”

“They were, but it was kinda expensive,” you flop down next to him on the couch, close enough to see his screen.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you pay anyway,” he nudges you playfully, “you can return the favor when you get your first paycheck.” 

You just roll your eyes in response, confirming the order with him and letting him handle it. He recommends a movie before you get the chance to, and by the time your food arrives you’re both already comfortably in each other's arms. 

“I think the food’s here,” you mention, making no effort to get up.

“Then you should get it,” he mumbles back. He doesn’t move his arm around your shoulders or his head on top of yours to let you, though.

“What if I’m comfy?”

“I already paid for it.”

You can’t argue with that, and he finally detaches himself from you to emphasize it. You pick up the food and slip back onto the couch and all you can think about is how normal it all feels. Sitting and eating and laughing with him comes so naturally, as if you two have lived together for years. He makes no effort to press you about the night before or imply that you should get going. He just happily accepts your presence. You barely make any conversation at all while the movie plays, but he doesn’t let you go for a second. You’ll never know if he did have plans for today, because he spent it all with you.

When you finally get home, it’s already late. You were going to spend the day catching up on some videos and articles you have bookmarked, but instead you just climb into bed and set your alarms. Even the lack of free time can’t upset you, not with the feeling of Yunho’s body engulfing yours still at the front of your mind.

[Choi San]: Hey I’m sorry again for the party! I should’ve been looking out for you

[Choi San]: It’s a good thing Yunho always does LOL

[Choi San]: Anyway me and Hwa are gonna get coffee before work tomorrow and you are invited ! See you tomorrow 

You shoot back a quick message confirming you’ll be there and set your alarms a tad earlier. That friendly poking fun at Yunho is back, and you decide you’ll ask San over coffee. You feel like you’re on cloud nine right now, what’s the worst he could say? 

“There she is!” Seonghwa shoots you a sweet smile before blowing on his fresh coffee.

“Good morning! I’m sorry again for the party you guys,” you pull out a seat at the small table and set down your bag.

“Listen, we’re the last two people you have to worry about judging your alcohol tolerance,” San chuckles over his own cup, already half finished. “Those men are beasts!”

“They’ll be lucky if their livers don’t dissolve soon,” Seonghwa jokes, finally taking a sip.

“I really didn’t think I’d drink so much, but I guess the games got the best of me,” you laugh along with them. There was no need for them to know about your internal dilemma, or the way you clung to Yunho for dear life in between passing out.

“How was Yunho’s place yesterday?” San asks, and you immediately blush.

“It was fine! We just ate food and watched a movie. It was chill,” you look down, playing with your fingers to ease the sudden stress of his name. You were sure they knew about your feelings at this point, why else would they ask?

“Good,” Seonghwa circles the lid of his cup with a finger. They look at each other briefly before smiling.

“Is it that obvious?” 

They both look up at you startled. San is the first to compose himself, “is what obvious?” 

“Between me and Yunho…” you mumble, regretting your decision. Maybe you misread the situation. The bliss of Yunho's cuddles might've clouded your judgement on this one.

San just sighs, visibly relieved, “thank god we’re all on the same page.” Seonghwa starts cackling. 

You look up at them in utter bewilderment, “we are?”

“It was getting hard teasing him without outright saying it,” Seonghwa finally catches his breath.

“I didn’t know how much longer I could embarrass him without just telling him to make a move!”

Your jaw drops at San’s comment, now fully lost. “You were making fun of him?”

“Well yeah, he’s the one with a giant crush on you!” This time its San who breaks into a fit of laughter.

“He hasn’t been this whipped since like… the first year of college,” Seonghwa recounts, and your head is spinning so much all you can do is rest it in your hands while they compose themselves. San is the first to notice.

“Do you not like him back?” He's worried now. You look back up at him and you don’t know what face you’re making but it can’t be pretty.

Seonghwa mistakes your shock for disgust. “Hey, if he’s making you uncomfortable we can tell him? That’s the last thing we would want.”

“No no no that’s not,” you blurt out, cheeks running so hot you could probably burn someone. “I just… I didn’t realize he liked me too.”

It’s their turn to stare at you, mouths agape. Clearly none of you had been on the same page.

“Too?” they say in unison, and if you didn’t feel like your world was falling apart you would’ve laughed at their timing.

“Yes? This whole time I thought you were making fun of me,” you sigh. Seonghwa can only muster a small “wow” before going back to his coffee. San looks speechless, words forming at the tip of his tongue before completely dissolving. 

You cross one leg over the other and clear your throat. The situation feels like it belongs on a sitcom. “So you guys mean to tell me that this whole time you were teasing Yunho for liking me? Yunho has liked me this whole time?”

“Precisely,” Seonghwa responds between sips, “and you mean to tell us that you liked him this whole time?”

All you can do is nod. Hearing it out in the open like that brings you a new sense of shame, although you don’t really know why since it’s clear to everyone else that the feelings are mutual. San finally echoes Seonghwa with a delayed “wow” before whipping out his phone.

“Please don’t tell him,” you borderline beg, but he just giggles.

“You really didn’t notice? You guys are practically made for eachother you know,” he puts his phone facedown on the table after typing a suspiciously long message.

“Be nice,” Seonghwa scolds him before taking his own turn to tease you, “if I fell in love with a man not even a week after meeting him I’d also be flustered.” 

“Hey!” you shout, but giggles quickly follow as it dawns on you. You’re both stupid. You both have been so caught up on not making the other uncomfortable that if it weren’t for the teasing men in front of you, you might’ve never known. But now you don’t know what to do next.

San must read your mind because his phone dings and he holds it up for you excitedly, “you should meet him after work!”

“What did you say to him!” you reach for his phone but leans back, your arms comically flailing across the table. 

“Just that a little birdie told me his crush likes him back,” San smirks and slides the phone back into his pocket, “you better thank me. I just scored you the hottest date ever.”

All you can do is hold your head in your hands again while the three of you laugh. You don’t really know what you’re laughing at, maybe at how stupid this whole thing is. Maybe it’s the only way you can relieve all your stress around seeing him everyday.

“This feels like a match made in heaven,” Seonghwa starts, finally finishing off his cup, “but if it doesn’t turn out well we’ll still be your friends, seriously.”

San chimes in with an approving hum. “Yunho’s really the nicest person I’ve ever met, but if anything you don’t like happens, let us know! The last thing we want is for you to be uncomfortable the whole summer.”

“Thank you for the blessings,” you joke, but it's the nicest thing they could’ve said to you. Apparently the thought of actually dating Yunho was more nerve wracking than just being delusional in private. 

It’s been hours since your eye opening exchange and you still feel giddy. You thank the universe Wooyoung called in sick today or else you truly never would’ve heard the end of it. Your leg is shaking endlessly, fingers tapping on your mousepad instead of writing the emails you desperately need to. The few times you’ve made eye contact with Seonghwa across the room, you both giggle quietly like middle schoolers. You felt like a middle schooler too, urgently waiting for a text from one person. And then it arrives.

[Jeong Yunho] Meet you in the lobby at 5? 

You quickly respond and set your phone down to get some work done, hoping it will speed time up. It doesn’t, because you end up shooting laser beams at the clock in the corner of your screen and counting down each minute instead.

“Are you done for the day?” Seonghwa’s voice floats above you and you jump. Saying you were would be a complete and utter lie, but you decide to take up the offer.

“Yeah, is it okay if I leave a bit early?” you start logging out before finishing the question, and he only nods and winks in response. You’ll have to remember to thank him for being the best wingman ever, for the both of you.

You spot Yunho as soon as the elevator doors open, surprised that he’s also here so early. He’s wearing a light blue sweater and slacks to suit the slightly chilly weather today, and his eyes are glued to his phone. When he finally looks up, you see a kind of smile you’ve never seen on him before. His shy, thoughtful look has been replaced with some air of confidence.

“Out early?” he questions once you’re only a few feet away.

“Seonghwa let me go,” you chuckle at how much it sounds like he’s your parent.

“San also told me I should head down early,” he takes a hand in yours, an ever familiar feeling, and starts walking, “they’re quite the mischievous ones aren’t they?”

You can only giggle in response. “Where are we going?”

“You take the subway home don’t you?”

“You only asked me to meet you so you could walk me two blocks?” you nudge him lightly and he grins down at you, lighthearted energy behind his eyes that you usually only see when the others are around.

“Were you expecting something else?” he nudges back.

“I thought you might bring up San’s messages?"

“His messages about what?” He quirks his eyebrows.

“About how much you’re in love with me,” you roll your eyes, deciding to play along.

He lets out a dramatic gasp and drops your hand, “how could you accuse me of such a thing?”

You can’t help but laugh at the act and he finally breaks, taking your hand back in his. You make it to the first crosswalk and wait for the light to turn.

“Could you really not tell?” he looks down at you, brows quirked in genuine confusion this time.

“I was too worried I was projecting onto you or something,” the walk sign lights up and you pull him forward, not wanting your confession to linger in the air too long.

“San was right, we really are made for eachother,” he chuckles, “but I thought having the equivalent of two dates already would’ve made it obvious.”

It’s your turn to gasp. Thinking of your outing as a date was one thing, but hearing him call it as such made your stomach flip flop in ways you couldn’t hide. You arrive at the subway station before you can think of a good comeback.

“Do you want to make it three?” You look up at him and he’s got a mischievous grin again, clearly finding joy in making you say what you both already know.

“I’m not so sure…” you try to act, tossing the idea around in your head as if it isn’t the only thing you’ve been thinking about all day.

You don’t process the way he says “then let me convince you” before you feel the hand that isn’t laced in yours come up to cup your face and you see him lean towards you. The feeling of his lips on yours is quick and soft and it's over before you know it. He pulls back before you can lean in though, and when you open your eyes again, his hand is still holding your chin to look up at him. His teasing expression barely covers his own giddy excitement, but you know he’s waiting for you to answer. 

“A third would be good,” you mumble, feeling your skin under his fingers heat up in embarrassment. 

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up on Friday,” he lets go and starts walking you down the steps into the station as if he didn’t just scramble your brain. You wonder if he can feel your heart pounding through your hand or the way sweat is pooling between your fingers. If you had trouble waiting until the end of the day today, you feel like you might die before you make it to the end of the week.

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series

[yunholuvrr]

muse

summary: Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: smut, model!yunho, fashion designer!hongjoong, photographer!reader

warnings: explicit smut minors dni, petnames (baby, love, princess), big dick yunho, semi-public sex???? pretty tame i think, lmk if i should add anything

note: taking a break from we all need love to indulge in my feelings for cosmopolitan yunho oh my GAWD he's so fine.... & i did not proofread sorry for any typos

You've worn many hats since you graduated. Interning at various clothing companies, freelance photography picking up gigs from friends and classmates, and a brief stunt as a journalist. It only makes sense that all your jobs have led to you standing in front of a glowing runway, camera propped and ready for the first model to walk out, people rushing by as they settle into their front row seats.

Not every classmate of yours was doing well in the fashion industry, but one in particular was making waves, if this event was anything to go by. Kim Hongjoong, the designer that came out of nowhere.

You chuckle at the marketing of your old friend. Anyone who knew him would know he was born to design clothes, hell, if you didn't know him you'd only have to take one look at his closet. But in the grand scheme of things, a man's gender inclusive line going viral after only 2 years in the industry is pretty unheard of.

The lights dim and you focus on your camera's digital screen, quadruple checking all your settings. Hongjoong was your biggest client during your freelancing days, and your gig tonight was to capture his show for press. Usually you'd just be doing personal events like weddings or birthdays, but these would be seen be anyone and everyone in the industry. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

One model after another appears on stage, making their rounds in all types of bold, complex outfits. His work wasn't really your style, you preferred to keep it simple and comfortable, but it's hard to deny its appeal. The models he invited showed the pieces off amazingly, too. They worked on all body types and proportions, which you made sure to capture in every photo.

One man in particular stood out to you as you took every shot you could. He looked more like a traditional model, tall and thin, lean and muscular in all the right places. He could get a job anywhere he tried. The charisma oozing from his face was infectious. A few dark strands of hair fell in front of his rhinestone speckled eyes, which seemed to make eye contact with every single person in the room. His cupid's bow was sharp, and the smirk he sent to your lens in particular had you nearly forgetting to press the shutter release.

"That's a wrap!" A man calls from behind you. The stage lights finally fade and the crowd dissipates, leaving you and a handful of other staff to pack up. You sit on a nearby stool, squinting at the small screen and clicking through your photos. Before you can get very far through your collection, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"After party in an hour babes," Hongjoong chirps next to you, "you're invited. Thanks for the excellent photos tonight."

"You haven't even seen them yet," you chuckle and finish packing up, resolving to get ready for the party despite the exhaustion you feel at the back of your mind.

He smacks your arm playfully before insisting that every photo you've ever taken has been perfect. "By the way, did any of the models catch your eye?"

"Is there a correct answer or do you want my honest thoughts?" You pierce right through your friend's shenanigans. Hongjoong has always been quite the matchmaker among your friends, although you wouldn't call it his most successful hobby. It's almost like he just picks two names out of a hat and decides they would look good together.

He only shakes his head, "I really wanna know! They're all really nice."

You only squint before responding, "Tall guy, dark hair. He was towards the end but he really walked his ass off."

His face lights up immediately and you know you chose the right answer, "Yunho!"

"Yunho," you repeat, "yeah he's nice to look at. I suppose that's his job."

"He's the newest model I've worked with," Hongjoong looks at the runway fondly, "I didn't know if he'd bring anything special to the table at first, but he's truly irresistible."

"And you invited him to the after party and you want us to meet because we'd be such a perfect couple," you stand up, eye to eye with him now, and giggle at the little game he's playing.

"Maybe so... but listen!" You both start walking towards the exit, "I don't want you to fuck him on the first night or anything. Just get to know him, at the very least you'll get a new client. His portfolio is bare bones."

You don't even have time to process what he said before he's slipping away backstage with a quick goodbye. If you were being honest, this Yunho guy probably wouldn't be a bad hookup. You weren't really looking for anything, but he's pretty. And you can't deny good work connections.

You arrive 20 minutes after Hongjoong told you to, fashionably late. You planned to have a drink or two and stick close to him since the small buds of exhaustion have already bloomed into a fullblown headache. No one should have any questions for a random photographer anyway.

"Speak of the devil, there's my right hand woman now!" Your thoughts were immediately proven wrong when you walk in and a small group of models you recognize from the runway stare fondly in your direction. Yunho is one of them, of course, but you try not to think about the words spoken about him just an hour earlier.

"Hi! I'm y/n, we went to school together," you manage a convincing smile as Hongjoong passes you a drink.

"I can't wait to see your photos," one lady gushed, "Hongjoong showed us some of your work and your style is just lovely."

You a manage a small thanks before taking a small sip. The conversation flows into a new topic with ease and you're left in the background to quietly enjoy the party. That is, until you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me," a shy, deep voice floats above you, "you don't seem like you're in a talkative mood, but I had a question for you?"

You look up and Yunho smiles down at you. He looks nothing like he did on stage before; his piercing eyes have morphed into soft, welcoming ones and his charming smirk is replaced by a nervous grin. You nod and take another sip, letting him continue.

"Hongjoong has just mentioned you so much I thought I'd ask if you could take some headshots for me?" He fiddles with his fingers and when your eyes widen he looks away.

"What has he said about me?" You try not to sound accusatory, but it doesn't come across as nicely as you'd like.

"Oh nothing bad! Nothing bad at all," Yunho chuckles, and it might be the nicest sound you've heard at this party so far, "he just wouldn't stop talking about how great you are. I figured I'd take the hint and ask."

You shift from one foot to the other, considering his request before deciding it wouldn't hurt to get to know him more. "Is this your first modeling gig?"

"Just about," there's that chuckle again, and it's contagious, "I've done a few small things here and there, but this was the biggest scale by far."

"You know I won't lower my rates just because you're new," you tease, "or because Hongjoong wants me to."

He just shakes his head profusely, "oh absolutely not! If anything I was gonna offer you more..." you see Yunho think through his sentence as he says it, trailing off after realizing what exactly he said.

"You flatter me, but I'm not in the mood to talk business right now," you swear a slight pout comes across his face before you even get to finish.

He doesn't skip a beat, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and offering it to you, "then why don't we talk later?"

You can only mutter a "smooth" while tapping your number into his contacts. You hand it back to him and watch him type something before feeling a buzz in your own pocket.

"I'll send you some info when I have a moment this week," you try not to stare at his now mischievous smirk, continuing to sip from your empty cup.

"I'll be waiting," he bends down to your height, and his voice lowers to barely above a whisper, "talk to you soon."

He's gone before you know it, disappearing into the crowd, and the brief proximity makes your insides turn in ways you don't want to admit. You have to find Hongjoong.

His bright blue hair stands out near the food bar and you quickly make your way over. The words fly out of your mouth before you even get to him, "what exactly did you say to Yunho?"

He gives you a small huh, clearly tipsier than you are, before a look of recognition washes over his face. "Oh hi love! I didn't say anything, why?"

"He said you kept mentioning me to him?" You would laugh at the state of your friend if it weren't for the sudden desire to know everything Yunho thinks of you already.

"Hm, I only said you're a great at taking photos!" He clings onto your shoulder and laughs, "and that he stood out to you on the runway tonight! He smiled ear to ear when I said that, isn't he so cute?"

"Hongjoong you did not," you grab both of his shoulders and shake him a bit, "does he think I like him or something?"

"Do you?" When you don't respond he just laughs again, "I guess my job is already done."

"I don't even know him!" You wish you could sincerely be mad at the man in front of you, but he's been correct all night so far.

"Don't you want to though?"

"I hate you, seriously," you glare at him, but he only laughs again before returning to his previous conversation. You don't know what he's gotten you into, but you don't think you mind it.

Your workdays have been packed ever since the night of the show. Being Hongjoong's right hand photographer had its perks, like the dozens of offers you've received since the articles went out, but that doesn't mean it isn't the most stressed you've been in weeks. You all but collapse by the time your lunch break rolls around.

Forget about me already?

The light buzz of your phone disrupts your thoughts about scheduling. No one usually texts you, at least not during the day. No one except Yunho.

Sorry! I've been swamped. Let me send you the form my other clients are using to schedule with me.

Aw, no special treatment for your favorite model?

You make a mental note to beat the shit outta Hongjoong for doing this the next time you see him.

Maybe if you give me a good enough offer I'll put you at the top of my list

Not even 10 minutes later, a scheduling request dings on your phone and you see the payment is three times your normal rate for headshots. You mentally curse Joong for putting you in this situation, but you're willing to play the game if it means good dick and good pay.

Am I at the top of your list now? I can't wait to see you

You can't help the way your thighs squeeze together for a moment, now eager to fit him in your schedule (and elsewhere). You wrap up your short lunch with a newfound motivation to get through your emails, making sure to leave a 2 hour slot open for him. You wonder how long you can hold off on getting back to him before he starts begging you. That would have to be a game you play another time.

The studio is empty when you show up, allowing you to quietly set up just the way you want to. Your movements are quick and practiced, dozens of headshot appointments under your belt at this point. These were supposed to be simple and straightforward, so you didn't have much to prepare besides rolling down the white backdrop and setting up your lights. There were a few other props on the side if he wanted to take more shots. You asked a couple people to help out with equipment during the shoot, but you came in early just to have some peace and quiet. Your coworkers arrive a few minutes after you do, exchanging pleasantries before finishing the job you started.

Then he walks in. You're double checking your camera settings when you hear the front door open and his honey-like voice greeting the other staff. You feel his attention shift to you, and when you turn around a playful smirk is plastered on his face. His makeup isn't as dark as it was on the runway, but he looks clean and undoubtedly handsome. His styled hair falls just past his eyes, moving with his lashes every time he blinks. He's pretty, there's no way around it, a type of face that you can't help but stare at.

"Why don't you take a photo, it lasts longer," he snickers, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in.

"That's my job after all," you motion to a stool in front of the camera, "do you want any props? We can do more than simple headshots if you'd like."

He nods and sits down, long legs crossing each other at the ankle. "I'd love that, miss photographer."

You narrow your eyes at the comment before signaling to the crew you're ready to go. One lady is on standby near the lights, another guy has a handful of reflectors ready. You try to ignore the tension between your model and focus on your craft.

"Can we try the gold?" You call out to your team, closely monitoring Yunho's face in the warmer light. After a moment of thought, you ask him to tilt his head. He's well behaved in front of the camera, following your every suggestion. You wonder if the crew can feel the heavy energy between you two.

After a half hour of posing, shooting, monitoring, retouching, and shooting again, you call for a break and everyone agrees. The couch in the corner of the studio looks so inviting you nearly run to sit down, oblivious to the way Yunho follows.

"You're really good at this," you jump at his voice next to you.

"I went to school for it so I would hope so," you mumble, getting comfortable. You open your phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll before you all come back, but he just plops down next to you.

"Have you ever gotten your own headshots taken?" You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his leg is pressed against yours. "You're so pretty behind that camera, maybe we can switch one day."

You almost bump into his face from how quickly you look up at him, "I'd never let you touch my equipment."

He hums in disapproval before pulling out his own phone and leaning back into the cushions. "Fine, maybe not me. But I don't see why Joong's never put you on the runway. You're stunning."

He expects a reaction from you, but you control yourself, leaning forward to get as much distance as you can. The two of you sit in innocent silence for a while, but the tension only grows thicker. There's five minutes before you shoot for at least another half hour, and when your job is to stare at his face you're not sure you can go much longer.

"What exactly did Hongjoong tell you about me?" You sit up straight, taking a leap of faith.

"About how in love you are with me, why?" You swiftly kick his leg next to you and he chuckles, "he just said I caught your eye. He wasn't lying was he?"

"No, definitely not," you sigh, "but what I don't understand is why you like me?"

"Who said I like you? You just happen to be very pretty and talented and fun to tease."

"So you do like me," you huff in disbelief. Something in you stirs with every word he says and you have to cross your legs for some relief from the building pressure.

"If wanting to take you right now in the middle of your studio means I like you, then sure," his slender fingers trace the back of your shoulders, wrapping a secure arm around you.

"We still have all the props to play with," you scan the studio, but your team is nowhere to be found during the break.

"What if I want to play with you instead?" His breath softly blows across your ear now, voice just barely above a whisper. It takes everything in you to not kiss him right then and there.

"You're the one paying for this timeblock," you pull up your crew group chat on your phone, already making a decision.

"If we could wrap up here that'd be lovely, miss photographer," there goes that stupid nickname again.

"You can't call me anything else?"

"Would you prefer baby? Maybe princess? Or do you like meaner things?" His hand moves again to rest between your shoulder blades as he watches you type out a quick message.

"I would prefer if you shut up honestly," you press send. As far as your team knows, the client is satisfied and wants to end the shoot here for today. No one complains, you're still being paid for two hours thanks to Yunho's generous payment.

"Will you make me?" He traces a small circle with his thumb on your back, and the comment sounds more inviting than teasing. Your body reacts before your mind does, practically throwing yourself onto him out of annoyance and need. His lips are warm and soft and mold perfectly to yours.

He takes a sharp inhale as your tongue swipes past his bottom lip, his hand travelling up to hold the back of your neck. The other abandons his phone to take purchase on your hip, pulling you further on top of him. Yunho groans at the contact, resisting the urge to buck his hips up into you already. His flirting was almost as hard on him as it was on you.

"So needy," you mumble, propping yourself up on his chest to take in the view. His eyes are already blown out from lust, raking your body and letting his hands follow. His long fingers brush over your hardening nipples and you can't help the sigh that escapes.

He chuckles, "you're one to talk." He rolls his hips ever so slightly and you whine, head falling into his shoulder. He feels bigger than average below you and you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. You slowly rock your hips above him with his hands guiding you, whimpering into his skin.

"Can I taste you?" You freeze, head shooting up to stare at him in confusion. He wraps two fingers around your belt loops and tugs you forward again. "Please baby?" You nod and he sighs with relief as if his life depended on eating you out. Maybe it does.

He lays you on your back on a couch far too small for both of you like this, but you don't care. His lips are back on yours, warm and tender, as you feel both your jeans and panties slide down your legs. The cold air makes you flinch.

"Did I make you this wet while I was on the runway, love?" You feel one slender finger slide through your folds, but it's not enough. "Staring at me behind that camera all day must be so hard. I'll make it up to you," is the last thing he says before tucks his head snugly between your thighs.

Whatever snarky reply you came up escapes you with a moan just a bit too loud, his tongue flattening up against your slit. He wastes no time, too desperate to hear you above him. One hand holding you down just below your stomach, another teasing your entrance while his mouth makes quick work of your clit. You hope to the universe none of your crew left anything in the studio because your whines and wetness echoed through the room.

Before you know it he pushes one, then two, fingers into you, filling you up deliciously, and you buck your hips into him. His pace is slow and deep, opening you up to his liking. Some combination of his tongue and fingers nearly makes you scream, hands shooting straight to pull his hair. He groans into your flesh, vibrations sending sparks straight to your core, before looking up at you. His chin is glossy and a line of spit still connects you both and you nearly come at the sight alone.

"You're fucking delicious, darling," he pumps into you one last time before taking them in his mouth, sucking with a pop, "next time you should ride my face for me."

"Next time?" You watch as he unzips his own pants, shoving them down far enough for his dick to escape. It rebounds off his stomach, bigger than anything you've taken before.

"By the way you're staring," he grips himself at the base, "I think you want a next time." The way you lick your lips is involuntary.

He chuckles, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor nearby. You continue to stare shamelessly, boosting his ego as you etch his large, toned body into your mind. "Like what you see?"

"If you don't come here and fuck me right now Yunho I swear to god," and you swear you can see his dick twitch, but he simply tuts a finger at you.

"Ah ah ah, safety first princess," he slides a condom out of his pant pocket, ripping it open and handing it to you. You tilt your head and take it reluctantly, but he only smirks, "I know you want to touch me."

"Fuck you," you roll your eyes, sitting up and coming face to face (face to tip?) with his member. You never thought you'd see a dick that you'd describe as pretty, but his is long and thick and flushed a pretty shade of pink. You wrap your free hand around the base and pump a few times to tease him.

"Not now, love," you hear a shaky breath above you and you smirk. He pulls your other hand up and you comply, unravelling the condom smoothly down him. As soon as you're done he pushes you back down, not risking the chance of you testing him again.

"Let me know if it's too much for you baby," he whispers before finally pushing in. The stretch only stings for a second before turning into delight as he fills you up completely.

You sigh out in relief, mumbling a soft "keep going" and wrapping your hands around his neck. He listens immediately, pulling back almost all the way before thrusting back in. He keeps his slow pace until he's completely sure you're comfortable.

He looks down at where you connect before finally losing his composure. "You take me so fucking well," he moans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses all over you. His pace quickens relentlessly, the sound of skin on skin filling the studio.

You scream at one particularly rough snap of his hips, but he only barely slows down. "You okay, princess?"

"So fucking good," you pant above him, his mouth still ravishing your neck. He groans at your response, fucking you harder than before. You didn't even know it was possible. You snake a hand down to your throbbing clit, so close to coming undone.

"Please come on my dick baby," he all but growls, and the way his hips falter tells you he's close too. His words, on top of everything else, are enough to finally unravel you. You shutter and jerk up into him, moaning some string of fuck's and Yunho's until your mind goes completely blank. He comes shortly after, pumping into you sporadically until he finally flops down on top of you.

You both take a few moments to come back to your senses, nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs on this cramped couch. "Next time I'll take you home so I'll have room to cuddle you after," he chuckles, picking himself up.

"I would like that," you smile softly, legs aching too much to even attempt sitting up. He cleans you both up quietly before plopping back down, letting you stretch your legs across his lap.

"So," his hand traces up your frame to cup your cheek, "can I take you out to dinner sometime, miss photographer?"

#yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #yunho oneshot #ateez oneshot #yunho scenarios #i need him carnally

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 4.

chapter summary: one rude text and a few too many drinks ruin your night

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: queerphobia, shitty friends, short descriptions of anxiety, drinking, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 2.6k

note: reader's old friends r pretty shitty but if u r queer / polyam i love u i just want u to know that. also another short chapter but i promise more is on the way >.< and im addicted to writing groupchat!ateez

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Niya let out a haughty laugh, “that’s seriously why you gathered us here, y/n?” Alex and Ray took her lead, the group slowly devolving into a fit of chuckling and knee slapping.

“I just wanted to be transparent with you guys, you’re my closest friends,” you glared, confused. It wasn’t the first time you’ve had to come out to someone about something, and it was a better reaction than your family, but it wasn’t what you wanted.

“Okay but isn’t that basically, like, cheating?” Alex calmed himself first, but he still wasn’t taking you seriously. “Like who would agree to that?”

“A lot of people are in polyamorous relationships. I’ve been reading a lot and it sounds like what I want right now,” you let out with a frustrated groan.

“Certainly not breaking the stereotype that bi people are promiscuous,” Ray chimed in.

Niya takes a sip of water and clears her throat. She was never very affectionate with you, but you thought she’d at least understand how serious this was. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Look, I’m glad you think of us as people who would care about that, but after what happened with Sarah I can’t really take you seriously. You cheated on her and then looked up how you could justify it.”

“I what?” you almost yelled. The tears wasted no time breaking past your eyelashes and onto your cheeks. “Is she really telling people I cheated on her?”

“I mean you would argue all the time and even talked about seeing other people with her. It’s no wonder she left.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Sarah asked you out within the first week of freshman year and you hit it off really well. But ever since junior year started, you’ve felt suffocated. You didn’t want to depend on her for everything and you certainly didn’t want her to depend on you that much. Not that she did.

You had brought up the idea of polyamory, that maybe what you needed was different people for different needs. You didn’t even have anyone in mind, it was just something you wanted to be transparent about. But she was disgusted with you. You thought breaking up with you was enough, so why did she have to twist the truth? And why were your friends believing her over you?

“I can’t believe you guys are taking her side. During what was supposed to be a vulnerable moment for me.”

Alex just chuckles, “you’re being so dramatic right now, there are no sides. Let’s go get dinner and call it a night.”

Ray agrees, “it’s not that serious to us, trust me. Leave your ex in the past y/n.”

You stare into the bathroom mirror, trying to decide if the heart hair clips you just put in are too cutesy for a friendly get together. Who are you trying to impress? Yunho doesn’t care. That doesn’t stop you from putting on a full face of makeup and a cute dress, something you can’t wear to work. You don’t wanna drink too much tonight, either, you have appearances to keep. Of course none of this matters to any of them. But it matters to the small part of your brain that still thinks you have a shot with him.

[Alex] any plans this weekend, y/n?

[Ray] how’s the dating scene over there?

Two short buzzes vibrate through the countertop and you pick your phone up, assuming it's the boys. 

[Niya] she prob cant find anyone to group date with LOL

You can’t believe your eyes. The last time you talked to them was to announce your internship, and they congratulated you, but not much else. Ever since you tried to open up to them, they haven’t really talked to you much. You assumed they had a different group chat to talk, and maybe this was some form of entertainment for them.

i have a party to go to in about 20 minutes lolol

no dates just really nice friends

You try your best to play along, to not be passive aggressive with them. But you feel hot tears start to swell and threaten your makeup.

[Niya] don’t break anyone’s heart this summer

Her message is the last thing you see before turning on Do Not Disturb and putting a playlist on full volume. Niya’s right. This isn’t the time to explore what your heart wants. Your heart has only ever gotten you into trouble. You can’t help but play out what breaking up with Yunho would look like. It feels crazy thinking about dumping someone you’re not even dating. But it’s the only way to curb your feelings for him. You leave in 11 weeks.

San’s apartment complex was only a few blocks away from your own, so you told Yunho you could walk there yourself. He still offered to meet you at the entrance and walk you back home at night. He assured you it wouldn’t be a burden because he lives in the same complex as San, just on a different floor. Half of them live in this building, in fact, and you find that cute for some reason. The inseparable eight men.

These are the kinds of thoughts that pass through your mind as you make your way down the street to the address Yunho sent. Except you don’t quite remember it, and when you check your phone again you realize you never turned DND off. Three missed calls and some amount of texts from Wooyoung that you don’t even want to count.

[Jung Wooyoung] If you don’t pick up soon i’m filing a missing person report

[Jung Wooyoung] I knew we should’ve had it at my place

[Choi Jongho] Your place is even farther what are you talking about??

[Song Mingi] i have this chat on mute too, i don’t blame her

[Jeong Yunho] Yeah and I have to tell you everything twice you ass

[Jeong Yunho] I’ll be waiting at the entrance, so just look for me y/n

[Kim Hongjoong] how romantic of you

[Jeong Yunho] Shut up

Before you can type a reply, a voice calls you over across the street. Your eyes shoot up and meet Yunho’s, visible relief on his face. He’s standing outside a tall, fancy looking building, and you wonder just how much his rent is. 

“Sorry!” you wave, jogging over. “I turned on DND so I could focus on getting ready and I guess I forgot to-”

“I’m glad you made it,” he took both your hands in his and smiled, “you look nice!”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if I overdressed,” you shake your head nervously.

“No, no, I like it. I would’ve liked whatever you wore.”

“Thank you,” you watch as his ears grow redder than a strawberry and he turns to head inside.

[Jeong Yunho] She’s in safe hands!

[Jung Wooyoung] Very big hands too

[Choi San] What.

What??

[Choi San] Anyway I left the door unlocked!

[Park Seonghwa] Can we crack open the drinks now

[Choi Jongho] You cant drink

The elevator ride up is comfortable silence as you text the boys. After the last hour of messages, you feel like maybe a drink or two will fix your problems after all. And when you make your way through San’s front door and see Seonghwa already red in the face, you know you won’t be out of place. 

“Who wants to play a drinking game?” Jongho announces to the group, which forms a semicircle across the couches of San’s living room. His place is nice, mostly black furniture and accents, recently renovated. The living room and kitchen were only separated by a small counter, and there was a short hallway that led to what you assumed were his bedroom and bathroom. 

“Can you let me finish the food first! My god,” you hear Wooyoung complain from in front of the stove. 

“Knock knock,” Yunho announces your presence, clearly not noticed by anyone yet. 

“You made it!” Mingi jumps up from his seat first, “I was scared Yunho would keep you to himself.”

You can’t even process what that could’ve meant before everyone showers you in compliments. “Your dress is so nice!” San greets you with a hug, ushering you into the main area.

“y/n! I’m making beef and I’m forcing you to eat some! No arguing!” Woo calls again from the kitchen. 

“Sorry for worrying you guys, I wasn’t paying attention,” you take a seat next to Seonghwa and Yunho follows, telling the older man to move over some.

“Don’t worry about it, Wooyoung just gets anxious,” Hongjoong chimes in, giving you a wide smile. The alcohol seems to be warming his cheeks already. 

“Here,” Hwa passes you an unopened beer and gets you ready for whatever game Jongho has lined up. Yunho picks up a glass of water from the table and snakes an arm around your shoulders. 

“You’re not gonna drink?” You glance over, trying to hide the shock at the sudden contact.

“I probably will later,” he clinks his glass against your bottle playfully, “I’m not as easy as Hwa, don’t worry.”

An hour and a dozen drinking games later, it starts to hit you. The drinks already left you feeling warm and tired, but the lull in conversation gives you a second to think. The messages from your friends back home come flooding back, and they make you nauseous. Or maybe it was the bottle in your hand you definitely shouldn’t have opened. Either way, you lean further into Yunho’s chest, who hasn’t moved all night. 

“You feeling okay?” he mumbles.

Wooyoung suddenly stands up to announce his need for the bathroom, Yeosang is asking for another drink, and Mingi is clinging to Jongho, begging for attention. The scene in front of you looks like you had a good time, so why is anxiety bubbling up inside of you?

You don’t respond and Yunho tries again, “are you able to get up? Do you need help?” 

Maybe that’s why he didn’t drink today.

You mumble something and try to stand, but you fall back into him. “This is pathetic,” you accidentally say out loud.

“No, no, it’s alright. You just need some water.”

“Don’t leave.” You don’t know who you’re talking to at that moment. You tug on Yunho’s arm, but in your head you’re standing in front of your friends, Sarah, your family.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles and keeps an arm around you, gently patting your head, “not without you.” You feel yourself exhale slowly and close your eyes. Someone asks if you’re okay, but you can’t make out who over the fuzz.

“I’m just gonna take her downstairs where it’s quiet, get her some water and food.” 

“Did we do something wrong?”

“You did play a lot of games didn’t you?”

“I think she just drank a bit too much, I’m sure Yunho will take care of her.”

“It’s fun to tease him for once about something. He’s whipped.”

“Next time let’s go easy on the drinks, yeah?”

When you wake up, it’s not in the same room. It’s a similar layout, but the couch is dark blue and there’s a wooden coffee table in front of you. You focus your eyes a bit more and realize Yunho is sitting across from you in a matching chair. Fuck.

“How long have I been out for?”

“It’s only been like half an hour,” relief washes over his face and he moves to sit next to you, “but I was worried. I carried you down to my apartment so you’d have some space and silence.”

“Thanks,” you sit up and stretch.

“You should have some water and snacks if you can stomach it,” Yunho gestures to the table, and you immediately pick up a glass. You no longer feel nauseous, but everything’s still a bit fuzzy and Niya’s words keep replaying in your head. Niya.

“Did something happen earlier?” he tries.

“Did I say something while I was out?”

“No, but you usually don’t have DND on. And you don’t seem like the type to drink too much on the first weekend you’re here, but I might be wrong,” he chuckles and places a hand on your knee. 

“I don’t think I should be telling you all this a week into our friendship,” you take another sip hoping it will clear your head. You’re dangerously close to spilling everything to him.

“I’m really good at listening.”

Fuck.

You cross your legs and turn to face him on the couch and he mirrors you, “I just don’t know where to begin. My friends hate me, I think.”

“Did they say something to you?”

“They just keep teasing me about things that I don’t really think are things you should tease friends about. I mean it’s not my fault I like people so easily.” There’s no turning back now, you’re still not sober, but you’re angry and your heart’s racing.

He caresses your shoulder and lets you continue, “I mean I promised myself I wouldn’t date anyone this summer because I’d never see them again, ya know? I’m trying to be responsible. But Woo … Woo said he wants me to loosen up and I think he’s right. Why do my friends get to decide how much I sleep around? Why do they get to bully me into being alone? I’m so embarrassed to even have crushes and for what?”

You curl into him then, and he starts patting your hair. “These people don’t really sound like your friends, y/n.”

“I wish they weren’t,” you mumble between labored breaths. You don’t want him to see you cry over something so stupid. You're so far out of your mind right now.

“They don’t have to be.”

“But then I’d have no one.” It’s something you never admitted out loud before. You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the comfort of the man next to you or if you’re finally just breaking, but it all comes out. “You all are the best friends I’ve had in a while and it’s so pathetic to say because I’ve only known you for a week. You’re all so smart and nice and funny and pretty as fuck. You all have nice jobs and nice apartments, you’ll probably all get nice partners too and live happy lives together like the perfect friend group you are. I just wish that was me.”

Yunho’s face is some combination of confusion and pity. You didn’t really say enough for him to understand the full weight of the situation, and he's trying not to think about just how close you are, but he feels bad. He doesn’t have anything to say, he just lets you wrap your arms around him and cry into his chest. His hand runs along your back and his heart beats steadily against your ear, and you feel tired again. If you were sober, you'd feel like a big baby. But under the haze of the drinks and tears and the warmth radiating from his body, you doze off.

[Jeong Yunho] She’s exhausted but she’ll be okay

[Jeong Yunho] I’m gonna let her sleep here for tonight

[Song Mingi] with you??

[Jeong Yunho] I’m obviously sleeping on the couch ????

[Choi Jongho] Did something happen? Just tired?

[Jeong Yunho] Long week

[Jung Wooyoung] Aww she’s an emotional drunk

[Jung Wooyoung] Good thing she has a big strong man like you

[Kang Yeosang] Shut up

[Choi Jongho] Congrats you said something so annoying Yeo had to step in

[Jung Wooyoung] It was just a joke ! love you y/n ~

[Kang Yeosang] I hope you get a good rest y/n you’re always welcome back

[Kim Hongjoong] we’ll go easy on the drinks next time

[Jung Wooyoung] She’s probably passed out just like San LOL

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we all need love chapter 3.

chapter summary: you learn more about your new friends on your definitely-not-a-date

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, polyamory

warnings: just some short descriptions of anxiety & negative self talk again, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 3k

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“Are you big on dating, y/n?” You nearly spit out your coffee. You look over and Wooyoung is staring at you innocently, “sorry if that’s weird to ask but I'm just tired of staring at this screen.” You don’t believe for a second that he doesn’t have an ulterior motive, but you decide to bite the bullet. You could muster a safe response, you've had to do it for every other person who's asked. And he was right, it was already 3:30pm. You needed a break.

“It wasn’t a weird question,” you clear your throat, “and no, not recently I guess.” You shift in your seat, crossing one leg over the other.

He hums in acknowledgement, “I just wanted to ask because you know, if eight attractive men took interest in me I’d be a mess.” You lock eyes for a second before hysterically laughing, and he follows suit. You can’t tell if he knows your internal dilemma about Yunho, but you try to formulate an innocuous enough response.

“Oh my god no,” you wipe tears from your eyes, “no, no, no, you guys are nice but I can tell we’re all just friends.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth you want. “Besides, I promised myself I wouldn’t date anyone while I was here,” you regain your composure. That part is honest.

He furrows his brows, “Why? Bad experiences?”

You try not to wince, “no, it’s just such a short time period that it’d get too complicated too quickly.” He nods, and for a moment you think you’re off the hook. You wake your computer back up and try to ignore the way you suddenly can’t stop thinking about Yunho again. Maybe it wouldn’t be complicated with him. 

“Well,” he stands up and stretches, “I’ll make it my goal to loosen you up, then.” You shoot him a shocked look, and he crosses his arms. “What? You can’t go three whole months without any action, y/n. I know you’re not here for a long time, but you don’t have to date people for a long time either,” he smirks and gets up to refill his water bottle before you can refute.

If you were being honest with yourself, that’s something you’ve wanted for a while. You have always wished that you could just let hookups come and go. You’ve always wished you didn’t develop feelings for people so quickly that you feel like you’ll die without their attention. It wasn’t healthy, and maybe Wooyoung was right, maybe he could get you to come out of your shell. Maybe a summer fling wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Yunho walks up to your desk a few seconds later, a grin plastered across his face. “You ready?”

You all but jump out of your seat, mentally cursing yourself for failing to notice him walk in, “yeah! Yeah I just need to save a few things and then I can go.” You can’t even recover yourself smoothly and you thank the universe that Wooyoung wasn’t within earshot to bully you. You blush so hard you think you’ll explode into a million pieces if you make eye contact with Yunho, so you keep your eyes glued to the screen.

“Mm, I’ll go talk to Seonghwa for a bit then. Grab me when you’re done,” you feel his hand on your shoulder, giving you a brief but comforting squeeze, before he walks across the office to the supervisor’s desk. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and finally looked up in his direction. He’s wearing a simple white shirt and wide black pants, and a blazer that was probably making him overheat is folded neatly in his arms. Seonghwa must say something funny because he throws his head back in laughter before glancing back at you. 

“Ready for your date with Yunho?” Wooyoung elbows you and you jump again. You can’t seem to realize when anyone is walking up to you anymore. 

“Ready for my what?” You blurt out before reading his expression, clearly joking just to joke. 

“I was just kidding!” he throws his hands up, “but if you ask him about his favorite ice cream joint on the way there he might love you forever.”

You slap him on the arm and pack your bag for the day. The words love you forever ring in your head and you can’t believe how pathetic you are. Yunho feels like such an easy person to love forever, to spend the rest of your life with. Wooyoung was suspiciously good at pressing your buttons in just the right way, and you can’t help but think about why he was asking you about your dating life. Maybe it’s all just a big game to him.

Yunho ushers you past the front doors into the sunny weather outside. The elevator ride down was quiet, but it’s not very awkward being quiet with him. He was a jokester with his friends around, but right now he’s just a calm and steady presence, quietly observing you. In the office, just the mere thought of him filled you with nerves and it took some manual breathing to recenter yourself. But walking side by side, nothing but the sounds of the city enveloping you both, you feel safe.  

“So how far away is this park?” You break the silence after a few blocks of walking. You just wanted to hear his voice.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he chuckles, “I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark! It’s only two more blocks away, and then we’ll just walk around until we find a nice place to sit down. But I have a little surprise to show you first.” 

You clasp your hands together, “Really? What is it?”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore,” he smiles down at you, “but I hope you like sweet things.”

You know he knows you like sweet things. He watched you order a waffle and smoothie for lunch yesterday, and you keep a small bag of candy on your desk that he might’ve seen as well. You know he likes sweet things too, if Wooyoung’s ice cream comment is anything to go off of. The butterflies in your stomach go crazy at the thought of him bringing you to his favorite ice scream spot. You can’t help but feel special. Maybe he likes you too?

“It’s just a little spot we went to in college a lot, it reminds me of good times with the boys,” he flashes a small smile your direction and you come back to your senses. This outing was meant to help you learn about the city and their friendship, it’s not a date. It’s not a date.

“You know I was a little scared I wouldn’t get to enjoy my summer if I was working the whole time,” you tried to lighten up.

“Really? Dasoft won’t work you to death,” he chuckles, “we wouldn’t work here if it was that kind of company.” You turn a corner and a bright blue and white striped cart catches your eye. A handwritten sign next to it reads Super Sunwoo Ice Cream.

“Yeah I can see that now. Why do you guys work here anyway?” You could pat yourself on the back for being so calm and collected right now. 

“That’s a long story. What kind of ice cream do you like?”

“Strawberry,” you reach for your wallet but he grabs your hand instead, pulling you closer to the cart.

“Hi sir!” Yunho chirps. The older man behind the cart stands up from his stool and a smile of recognition slowly grows across his face.

“Yunho! It’s been so long, same as usual?” He grabs a waffle cone and opens the cooler, calm and practiced motions like he’s done this every summer for decades. Maybe he has.

“Two of them, please!”

“Oh?” The man finally notices you standing there, and you feel out of place for a moment before his eyes turn into crescents again, “you must be new around here! Any friend of Yunho’s is a friend of mine.” You smile and watch him carefully scoop one and then two cones full of what looked like homemade strawberry ice cream. You hadn’t gotten ice cream like this since you were a kid and the wave of nostalgia is almost painful.

“How much will this be, sir?” Yunho grabs the two cones and hands one to you before turning back to the older man.

“Oh don’t worry about it this time!” he chuckles, “You can make it up to me the next time the boys come around. Go have some fun.”

Yunho squints and tries to refuse the free offer, but you just thank him profusely and make your way into the park. “You always accept free food Yunho. Always,” you elbow him, lighthearted.

“I know I know,” he chuckles, “but Mr. Sunwoo has been working for so long. I wish I could buy enough ice cream to just let him retire.”

“If it makes you feel better,” you take a mouthful of ice cream from your cone, “this is so good I might just visit him everyday.” 

“Really? We usually go as a group at least once a week during the summer. I’ll count you in,” he gives you the biggest, most genuine smile you’ve seen so far and you feel like you could melt faster than the dessert in your hand.

You follow him down a quiet path through the park, landing at a bench along the way. It was a standard metal city bench, but it overlooked a tiny pond across the path and was surrounded by trees. The sounds of cars and bustling people faded long ago, all that was left was the birds above you and your quiet footsteps. You both fell into comfortable silence again, with Yunho lightly tapping his fingers in his lap. He finished his strawberry cone a while ago.

“Can I hear the long story?” you look up at him, taking the final bite of your cone. 

“Sorry?”

“Of why you all work at the same company? I know how you all met but, like, what about after that?”

“Ah, right, I'm supposed to be telling you about us,” he laughs and combs a hand through his hair, “it’s just so nice being able to get some peace and quiet with you.”

You smile and fiddle with your own hair, mirroring his movements. 

“Like you probably gathered, Seonghwa and Hongjoong got hired here first,” he started, “Joong got an internship the year prior, similar to yours, before being offered a full time position. And then he recommended the company to Hwa.”

“Did he purposely want to stick with you guys?”

He shrugs, “I don’t think I’ll ever know how thought out Joong’s plans are, but he always manages to keep us on the right track. Even back in the dorms, while Hwa would let us get away with things, Hongjoong was strict enough to get us to behave without getting us kicked out.”

Your mind quickly races with what they could’ve been doing that would’ve gotten them expelled, and you ask him as much. He just chuckles, “nothing insane! Sometimes we’d just have a bit too much to drink and we’re not exactly the quietest group of people.”

“If we went to college together I’m not sure I’d like all of you,” you joke, but he sits up straight at the comment.

“Would you like me?”

You look up at him and for the first time this afternoon, he looks a little nervous. You spot the red tips of his ears. “I don’t think I know enough about you yet. You’ll have to show me,” you lie. You don’t know why you decided now was the time to test your flirting skills.

“I see,” he grins before leaning back against the bench, “well just wait until you hear about how the rest of us got here.”

“I’m all ears,” you lean forward, elbows resting on your knees.

“I did my final project for a class on how to market this brand of ramen I really like, and I guess it was so good someone forwarded my name to a Dasoft recruiter. They contacted me about an internship in the sales department and I’ve been moving up since. The same thing happened with Mingi and Jongho minus the final project part. They’re both just really fucking smart and got jobs the moment the recruiters talked to them.”

“Really? Is it what you all wanted out of college?”

“Not all of us, but you can’t argue with a good salary,” he sighs, “I’m sure some of us will move on eventually.”

You sit up and look up at him and you see the faintest hint of worry in his eyes. You wonder if maybe he’s just as scared of losing his friends as you are, if maybe you could hug him right now to comfort the both of you. Mostly you. 

He breaks your wild assumptions with a playful smile, “have you noticed Wooyoung playing games next to you? He definitely only took up Seonghwa’s offer because it was easy money for now, but he has bigger dreams. He’s not cut out for a lifetime of cubicles and meetings.”

“That’s easy to believe,” you lean back, relieved. “You know his first words to me, or well, about me, were-”

“I have several unread emails and I need lunch now?” he mocked Wooyoung’s higher voice, “yeah he was telling us over lunch before you and Hwa arrived. He almost felt kinda bad about it.” 

You both laugh at the thought. Wooyoung can only be described as lovingly annoying, and you can’t even imagine him being self conscious about something he said. “Yeah well, it’s nice to know he cares about my feelings, because he certainly knows how to tease me.”

“He’s like that with everyone really. I don’t think we’d all be as close if it weren’t for him, he’s just so outgoing and affectionate it’s contagious. You should totally take him up on the clubbing offer sometime.”

You nod, “What about Yeo and San? They seem pretty good at their jobs.”

“They both try their absolute best at everything, I’m sure they’d be good anywhere,” he acknowledges, “I don’t really know what they want to do in the future, but whatever it is, they’ll get it.”

“You all will,” you assure him. 

“I wanna know more about you, y/n,” he turns to you, “and hear your voice instead of mine.” He flashes that infectious crooked grin and gives you the floor. 

“Honestly I don’t know,” you start. Just getting into college and staying there has been rough for you, and while you’re sure Yunho would listen, it doesn’t feel like the time to rant about all your shortcomings. “Hopefully this internship will help me figure out what I like and what I don’t.” He hums understandably. “So far I know I like friendly coworkers,” you add, bumping shoulders with him.

“Let’s go,” he shakes a fist excitedly, “we’ve set the standard for the rest of your life. No one will ever be as good as us, you know.” You know he’s joking, but with the way you’re feeling you’re not so sure it's a lie.

“Yeah, it’s been great so far, genuinely. I thought this internship would be too good to be true, and it still feels that way, but I’m excited.” 

He nods and stares at you fondly, silently urging you to continue. “It’s not much harder than school, either. I actually feel kind of competent for once,” you laugh.

“You are competent,” he replies, “I mean from what I’ve heard you’re probably more talented than most of us are.” You quirk an eyebrow, but he continues, “I’m serious. There’s just something really charming about you. I see why you got the position.”

“If you keep complimenting me you might become my new favorite,” it comes out of your mouth before you can even think about it. Smooth.

He laughs again, one that has his whole body shaking and leaning into your space a bit, “over Wooyoung? I’ll take that spot any day.”

“You have 12 weeks to keep it!”

“12 weeks huh,” he contains himself, trailing off at the thought. You both grow silent, and suddenly it hits you. All this beautiful nature, all the busy city streets, the company building, your coworkers, Yunho, they’d all be gone in 12 weeks. If you were alone this could be anxiety attack worthy, but he’s right next to you. He can see the way you start fidgeting with your fingers and breathing slightly faster. He’s been watching you intently the whole time.

“Do you like parties?” he tries.

“What kind?” you keep your eyes trained on the ground below your feet. 

“The 9 of us at San’s place. Drinks. Music. Food. That kind of party.”

You nod, and he lays a hand on top of yours for the millionth time that week. And just like every other time, it instantly comforts you. This is pathetic.

“This Saturday,” he squeezes, “I’ll text you the address. Or I can pick you up from your place if it’s far.”

“That sounds nice,” you turn your hand and squeeze back. Now you’re actually holding hands, and his thumb slowly rubs back and forth over yours.

“Perfect,” he pulls out his phone with his other hand, “I’ll let the guys know.”

You stay like that for a while, holding hands and taking in the nature of the park. You feel like you’re in some twisted dream, sitting next to a perfect man who isn’t your boyfriend, making plans with people who won’t be your friends in a few months, getting accustomed to a city you’ll never visit again.

You try so hard to push the thoughts to the side, and with each minute and pass of Yunho’s thumb, they slowly do.

Maybe this is okay.

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