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fallinnflower · 4 months

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the witch & the nine-tailed fox - 2

young k x reader (kumiho!au, historical-fantasy!au, drama)

wc: 9k

tw: mentions of death and illness

a/n: hiiiii so it's been a while! i know i was talking about vampire bambam (and DPR Ian which lays the groundwork for that one and needs to be finished first... it's all still in the works i promise!) the original inspiration behind this sequel was "guard you," and now somehow this cute little part 2 has turned out to be longer than the first installment. thank you to everyone who still reads my work, it means so much to me. i hope you like this part 2 and if you're curious about my WIPs (i have so many. genuinely over 100 things in various states of incompletion.) feel free to ask!

"Younghyun-ah, Y/N-ah! Come in and eat now!" You both lift your heads at Eunji’s call, her voice ringing out over the valley that serves as your front lawn.

"Coming!" you call back, hurriedly uprooting the last herb you'd spotted before straightening your back to look for Younghyun.

You find him walking out of the woods, not disheveled in the slightest aside from the dirt on his hands. A wry smile curls across your lips as you swipe at your sweaty brow with the back of your hand, pushing stray hairs from your eyes.

"What did you find?" you ask, peering around Younghyun's shoulder to see into his basket as you fall into step with him. He chuckles and nudges you with his elbow.

"Focus on walking or you'll trip, Y/N-ah." You pout, pondering it for a moment before snatching the basket from his hands. In his surprise he doesn't manage to stop you, merely letting out a sigh as you rifle through it while walking. As you count the herbs under your breath, Younghyun's hand gently comes to rest on your elbow, guiding you around a hole in your path.

"Thanks," you say, shooting him a quick smile before continuing with your count. He nods, keeping his eyes ahead and his hand on your elbow as you near Eunji's residence. The heat rises up on your cheeks when he doesn't pull away, and you press your lips together tightly to keep your smile concealed even though neither he nor Eunji are looking your way.

Once you both get to the door, toeing your shoes off, Younghyun makes a beeline for where Eunji is hunched over the table. You watch fondly, looking up through your lashes while you bow your head and pretend to be counting herbs still, as he coaxes the utensils and dishes out of her hands, taking over for the old woman you both love dearly. It warms your heart to see the way Eunji fakes her exasperation with him but allows him to take over the task anyways.

When you first brought Younghyun home, you'd been afraid of what everyone's reaction would be — Eunji included. However, despite his sharp features and often strange mannerisms, he instantly charmed all the villagers as he helped to administer the new medicine to them at your side. Eunji herself had been the one to suggest he remain in the hut, inviting him into the small family the two of you constituted. He had quickly slotted himself into your lives as though he belonged there, eager to make himself useful and far more adaptable than anyone could have expected. From gardening to cleaning and cooking, Younghyun managed to be good at everything and consistently in good spirits about even the most menial tasks. Eunji, recognizing his eagerness and potential, had begun teaching him how to make certain medicines and prepare materials for the two of you.

"Did you find enough?" Eunji asks, as the two of you make your way inside.

"Yes, plenty," you reply, smiling. You set your basket aside and head towards where your mentor is busy cooking, inhaling deeply as you approach. Setting a hand on Eunji’s shoulder, you lean even closer to the cookware. "Ah, it smells so good!"

"Get away from there, you’ll get burned!" Eunji scolds you, gently pushing you back. With an exaggerated pout, you start to whine, but are interrupted by a light tug at your sleeve.

"She’s right," Younghyun says. "You should be more careful." His expression, when you turn to look at him, is almost painfully earnest, his eyes filled with genuine concern as he looks at you. You can’t help but find it endearing.

"I know, I know. I’m sorry," you reply. "But even if I did get hurt, the two of you would nurse me back to health, wouldn’t you?"

"Nurse you? I’m too old for that sort of thing, child," Eunji scoffs. "You should be the one nursing me, after all these years." You look to Younghyun, and he only offers your a half-hearted smile,

"I won’t be much help on my own." You let out an exaggerated sigh.

"I guess I have no choice then," you say. "I promise I’ll be more careful. Maybe."

Eunji swats at your shoulder once again, but you pay little mind to her scolding as you dissolve into laughter. Younghyun looks between the two of you, uncertain of whose side to take, and you bask in the warmth of the home you’ve made.

It may be unconventional, but you don’t care. Everything feels just right.

Most evenings (when the weather is mild) find you and Younghyun outside and wandering — giving Eunji some much-needed solitude before the winter shuts you all in together. The late autumn chill is more brisk than biting, and so you find yourself (with Younghyun following your lead, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world) headed through the woods towards the crest of a hill where the view of the sunset is best. You stretch your arms up to the sky, loosening the tension in your spine before you take a seat on the grass. Younghyun carefully takes his place beside you, hands almost touching at your sides.

"We’ll head back once the sun starts setting," you say, well aware of your companion’s tendency to worry for your safety. You turn to him with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth,

"That should give Eunji a long enough break, I think." Younghyun chuckles and leans back on his hands, and you silently admire his profile for a moment. Despite the spirit leaving him, he still looks very fox-like — his sharp features give him an otherworldly handsomeness that would intimidate you if you didn’t know how soft he really was.

"You know her well," he muses. It feels more as though he’s thinking out loud than anything else, but you choose to reply, turning away before your stare becomes too obvious.

"Well, I’ve known her most of my life."

"You’ve been with her a long time," Younghyun agrees, thinking back to what he already knows about your relationship. "She’s almost like your mother."

"Hm, in a way…" You trail off, gaze on the horizon. "She raised me, but Eunji is… more than family," you say resolutely, gaze trained on the almost-setting sun. You can feel Younghyun's eyes on you, but you don't mind it — you just don’t feel the need to return his gaze. Not when the sky is so lovely.

"What's your family like?" he asks, softly. You let out a short, awkward laugh, reaching up to twist the end of your braid around your nervous fingers.

"Oh," you start. "Well, I don't really know them that well. Not that we don't get along!" You turn to Younghyun to emphasize your point,

"I still make time to see them whenever I'm in their village, but, you know, Eunji raised me. My family and I are more like friends."

"I always wondered how you ended up with Eunji," he says, words slow and thoughtful. "But I worried that it might be a painful story, because of your family."

"Oh, no, nothing like that," you reply with a wave of your hand. You draw your knees up to your chest and cross your arms atop them, resting your cheek there as your gaze becomes unfocused in the haze of memory.

"When I was very young, it became clear to everyone that I was different from the other children. My parents were so worried that they brought me to Eunji, and she was the one who discovered I had magical abilities, just like her." A fond smile makes its way across your face, and Younghyun feels his chest tighten for just a moment.

"Did Eunji take you on as an apprentice then?"

"No," you chuckle. "Eunji is an independent person, as I'm sure you've noticed. She encourages that in other people, so she didn't even offer to take me. Later, when my powers were manifesting even more strongly, my parents brought me to her again. Even then, Eunji wouldn’t teach me any magic unless I asked her — and it just happened that I admired her so much that I asked all the time for her to teach me things." You pause and turn your face back to Younghyun, smiling wistfully.

"If I had told her I didn't want to learn any magic, she would have accepted that. She would have shown me how to keep it under control and then sent me right back to my parents. But I wanted this life, I chose it.

"So, Eunji is… she’s more than my mentor, too. She’s like a mother, and an aunt, and a sister, and a best friend. She’s been my protector and provider, and, more than anyone else in the world, she's made me who I am. Somehow, I think she knows everything about me, even more than I do."

Younghyun watches as you turn your gaze back to the setting sun, your skin awash in golden-red light. The tender expression in your face is warmer than any sunlight, he thinks. Ever since your first meeting, he had felt you were something of a mystery — a force of nature in and of yourself — but as he came to know Eunji he felt he was coming to know you, as well. He often found himself searching for the answers to his questions about you in her, his inexperience leaving him unsure of how to ask you those questions outright.

As he loses himself in the sight of you, he feels a surge of emotion run through him: first, his fondness for you, an ever-growing affection that both thrills and alarms him; and second, the cold, unsettling chill of his own inadequacy. Even sat as you are, looking so small and delicate, you seem as grounded and certain as a mountain, strong-willed and clear-minded.

Sometimes, he thinks that he was only made a gumiho so that he could wait for you to come to him.

As the twilight begins to settle in, he notices bemusedly that you've fallen asleep sitting beside him. He can't help but marvel at you, a girl unafraid to sleep in the open valley, the same girl who ascended the dangerous mountain peak alone to find him — and succeeded.

Slowly, he stands and removes the shawl from his back, draping it across your shoulders before gently lifting you into his arms. You curl comfortably against his chest, cheek against his shoulder, and for a moment time seems to stand still as you take his breath away without even opening your eyes. You look so vulnerable, lightly clutching at the shawl in your sleep, and Younghyun feels (not for the first time) the sudden and overwhelming urge to protect you from any and all harm. It frightens him, almost, that he instinctively knows he would follow you to the ends of the earth, go any distance at all to ensure you never had to face any dangers or pains that you may have before he came into your life. It’s more than gratitude that keeps him close to you, when he could go anywhere in the world. It's the fledgling, stirring sensation in his chest when he looks your way that frightens and enthralls him that compels him to stay.

Younghyun takes a deep breath of the evening air, forcing himself back to his senses before he turns away from the horizon in the direction of home, holding you gingerly, preciously, as he goes.

A knock at the door interrupts the rhythmic grinding of herbs against stone, breaking you out of your almost meditative state. You glance out the window, seeing that the sun has not moved very high into the sky, and wonder who it could be so early. After all, your home is rather remote, so they must have set off while the sun was still lingering by the horizon. Before you can even set aside your work, Younghyun, who had once again been tending the fire (he does it often to keep Eunji from getting up and down so much — despite what she insists, you both hear the way her knees and back tend to crack at her slow movements), hurries to the door. Your hands remain still as you strain to listen to their conversation.

"Are the healers here?" You hear, faintly, and you gently set aside your task and go around the corner to stand behind Younghyun. Over his shoulder you can see a man with a slight hunch, looking winded and drawn. You can’t help the concern that squeezes your heart as you look at the worried lines of his face.

"Yes," you reply, stepping around so that he has a clearer view of you. "Would you like to come in? It’s quite cold outside." The man nods, releasing some of the tension from his shoulders as he bows his head. It only takes a brief look from you for Younghyun to agree and spring into action.

"Follow me," Younghyun says, "I’ll brew some tea." As he guides your new guest into the central room, you head into the back where Eunji is preparing medicinal sachets. You gently tap your knuckles along the doorframe, causing the old woman to look over her shoulder at you.

"A visitor?" she asks. You nod,

"Younghyun is making him tea. He seemed like he was in a rush to get here." Eunji hums in acknowledgement, and as she slowly begins to rise from her seat you take half a step towards her, arms outstretched — she dismisses your offer of help before it even passes your lips.

"I’m not some helpless old woman. Go see to our guest while I get my shawl." You can’t help but smile. You have no choice but to do what she says.

You find Younghyun and the man engaging in quiet conversation over cups of tea, and Younghyun hurries to pour a cup for you. No matter how often you told him not to, as he was technically a guest, he refused to allow you or Eunji to pour for yourselves, worried you might burn your hands somehow. You find it funny, and a bit endearing, considering the conditions he’s already seen you in — burnt fingertips are the least of your worries, most of the time.

"My mentor will be joining us soon," you say, taking your seat at the small table. The man’s worried expression gives way to a relieved smile, though you can still see the concern darkening his eyes.

"Thank you," he says. He opens his mouth to say something else, gaze directed at you, but is interrupted as Eunji enters the room. He stands, fully prepared to bow to him, and Eunji doesn’t hesitate to tell him to sit back down as she approaches the table. Despite being obviously surprised, he does as she says, and Younghyun pours the final cup of tea. Eunji takes a prolonged moment to sit whilst you and Younghyun watch on with thinly veiled concern, adjusting her shawl around her shoulders. Finally, she looks across the table at the weary man,

"You seem to have come a long way." The man once again seems taken aback by Eunji’s brusqueness, but nods.

"Yes. Many of the children in our village have fallen ill, and we are worried about leaving them untreated with the winter weather approaching…"

"It’s a perilous time," Eunji agrees, dipping her chin. "How far is your village?" His eyes brighten at Eunji’s question.

"Just over an hour’s walk, so long as the weather holds." Eunji glances over at you, and you nod resolutely. The man had arrived before the noon hour — plenty of time to visit the village, assess the situation, and return to prepare treatments. Of course, it might take until the next day to finish the medicines and bring them, but you can’t help that. A small smile curves along Eunji’s lips.

"These children will accompany you," she says, still smiling. You want to retort that you aren’t a child any longer, just as Eunji proclaims she isn’t an old woman, but hold your tongue. The man scrambles onto his knees, bowing deeply,

"Thank you, thank you!" You rise from your seat, Younghyun doing the same.

"Please, sit up!" you implore, cheeks burning. "It’s our job to help, there’s no need for this!" Younghyun places a hand on your shoulder, leaning around you to speak to the man himself,

"Finish your tea. We’ll prepare our things and leave once you're done." He lifts his head, eyes wide, and his gaze flicks back to the teacup on the table as though he had forgotten it.

"Ah, yes. Thank you." He returns to his seat, somewhat sheepish but clearly relieved, and you turn to Younghyun with a grateful smile. Such fervent displays of gratitude have always made you embarrassed, especially since your skills are still so lacking. Younghyun returns your smile with one of his own, gently squeezing your shoulder before dismissing himself to start packing. You cast one last glance at Eunji and the man, now conversing more casually, before going to get your own supplies. Uncertain of what exactly you’ll encounter, you pack the most common medicinal herbs — remedies for coughs and fevers, always necessary as the winter looms. Soon, the three of you have begun your trek across the valley and into the edges of the woods, walking carefully alongside a stream, conversation kept light and minimal.

You brace yourself as you near the village, hoping beyond hope that what ails the inhabitants will reveal itself to you. The thought of last winter tightens your throat, making it hard to breathe. Younghyun, noticing the change in your pace and pinched expression, reaches out to touch your arm. The warmth of his hand lifts the invisible weight off your chest.

"Are you alright?" he asks. You feel bad, for a moment, that you always seem to be making him worry. You offer him a reassuring smile.

"Yes," you reply. "Just... worried. I hope treating them will be straightforward." Younghyun’s lips press into a thin smile, almost like a grimace, no doubt thinking back to that cold, unforgiving mountain. Both of you try to shake the thoughts off as you press on.

As you pass the first traces of the village, you begin to feel a heaviness in the air. Even if the guide were to leave you, you would easily be able to find where they had gathered the sick — the energy is hard to ignore. It wafts towards and beckons you past curious and hopeful residents looking out into the street as you pass. Through a dark, gossamer veil of mist only your eyes can see, the building is revealed. As you near it you can hear coughs, but also a low buzzing hum, unnatural and uncomfortable.

You think back to your childhood, when you had asked your mother about that same sound when your older brother was sick, and she had only looked at you — confused, exasperated, concerned — and told you there was no such noise that she could hear. Eunji later told you that it was nature’s way of alerting you to imbalance when it couldn’t be readily seen. As you approach the building you pass off your pack to Younghyun, who remains just outside the entrance, watching you as you perform your preliminary analysis. Most of the patients are, as your guide had mentioned, children. Many of them are sleeping, huddled near one another for extra warmth, faces flushed with fever. You make your way to one corner of the room and kneel near a young teenager, half-awake, whose eyes flutter closed as your cold hand brushes their hair aside and makes contact with their forehead. You close your own eyes as well, willing the darkness behind your eyelids to reveal the answers.

Many times since you first discovered your ability, you had tried (in vain) to describe the way in which these answers were conveyed to you. Eunji, likewise, had difficulty. Something inside of you, something which resonated so deeply with the world around you, was simply able to identify the unnatural imbalance that was the illness and then lead you toward what was needed to restore the balance. It was a feeling more than a vision, though sometimes a faint image may come into your mind. One of the first things Eunji had ever taught you was to meditate and empty your mind as an invitation to the spirits that guided you to enter. Curious, you had asked if it was like possession, which Eunji had pondered before telling you that you were both right and wrong. As with most questions you had about your abilities, there were no straight or definitive answers, only a half-blind trust in the earth.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until it passes from your lips in a relieved sigh. Last winter is not repeating itself. You make your way to a few other patients throughout the room, verifying that the same illness reveals itself each time, and by the time you circle back around to the entryway you are able to smile genuinely at both Younghyun and the parents and guardians now gathered outside.

"It appears to be a widespread cold," you report. You beckon Younghyun over with your pack, and after rooting around you find what you’re looking for.

"Doraji?" someone nearby asks as you unwrap the bundle, and you nod.

"This is dried doraji, so you need to soak it in water. Just give them all a small piece. Tomorrow I’ll bring a stronger medicinal tea, but this should help to relieve the coughing for now. It’s bitter, so the children might only eat it cooked…" You find that you’re mostly speaking to yourself as people pass the small bundle of dried roots around, discussing who should be in charge of the process. Most of the villagers have encountered the bellflower before, but don’t have as many of its roots on hand as you and Eunji do, carefully cultivated and dried in batches. When you get home, you’ll have to check and see if there are any fresh roots left — the fall harvest isn’t so far behind you that it’s impossible.

As you make mental notes of what ingredients you’ll need to prepare for the tea, you methodically arrange everything back in your pack and affix it to your back once more. You and Younghyun bid the villagers goodbye, reiterating your instructions once more before heading towards home.

"Do we need to look for anything on our way?" Younghyun asks, and you take a moment to run through a mental inventory before you reply. You shake your head.

"Not unless you see late-season doraji blooming. We don’t need to go out of our way, we found plenty this fall."

"And prepared it," Younghyun replies, a slight grimace on his face. You can’t help but to laugh when you remember how much he struggled to peel the roots, and the envy with which he watched Eunji’s hands easily working away. Eventually, she had sent him to work on something else, leaving him sulky for most of the afternoon. Somehow, he was even handsome when he pouted.

"You’ve gotten better at drying ingredients," you tease, and although he grumbles in irritation the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth betrays him. You feel remarkably lighter the longer you and Younghyun walk together, playfully bantering about his (lacking) medicinal skills and wondering what meal Eunji will be preparing when you return. There’s a warmth in your heart you can only attribute to Younghyun being in your life, and although you’ve never said it aloud you hope he knows just how much he does for you just being by your side.

You rise purposefully alongside the sun, wasting no time in getting ready for your journey. While the trip to the village isn't long, the skies have looked troublesome since the evening before — the first storm of winter is approaching, and you can feel nature all around you settling in preparation. Normally, such reactions as these from the animals would keep you home, but you simply can't stay. Remembering the miserable faces of the sick you had visited with yesterday is enough to have you strapping your pack to your back with haste, moving for the door just as the sun has fully risen over the horizon.

"You're still going?" You whip around, startled. You hadn't realized anyone else was awake, let alone out in the main room. Younghyun meets your gaze, his expression marred with concern.

"Of course," you say resolutely. "I have to." Your response only makes his brow furrow more deeply.

"But the storm looks like it will start earlier than we thought…"

"I can't leave those people to suffer," you reply, voice more sharp than you had attended. Younghyun's winces, just slightly, and you avert your eyes in shame, softening your voice,

"I have to help them. I know that I can help them, so I have to go."

You hear Younghyun sigh, but he doesn't say anything. The creaking of the floor lets you know that he's retreated from the room, and your stomach twists at the thought of leaving him mad at you — but your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of him approaching you once more. Before you can say anything, your vision is obscured by a shawl that he drapes around your shoulders despite the pack on your back.

"At least bundle yourself up," he chides, his tone gentle. He carefully makes sure the shawl is wrapped securely around your shoulders, protecting your throat from the chill, and you can't help the laugh that escapes you.

"I'm already wearing fur-lined clothes," you chuckle. "Look!" You hold one wrist out and peel back the edge of your arm warmer to reveal the plush white fur beneath.

"Even the jeogori is lined," you add, patting the puffy sides of your skirt to prove that the fabric is puffy from the fur and not simply billowing around you. Younghyun's frown melts into a fond, if still concerned, smile at your antics. He reaches up and brushes a few strands of hair he had inadvertently pushed loose when draping the shawl over you back out of your face, the warmth of his hand lingering on your cheeks.

He takes a step back and looks over your outfit once more, as if to assure himself that you truly are dressed for the impending weather, and you once again hold back a laugh.

"You worry too much," you playfully scold, patting him on the shoulder. "The sooner I leave, the sooner I can come back. You'll take good care while I'm gone, right?" He presses his lips into a tight line, looking as though he wants to dissuade you from leaving — but his resigned sigh tells you he's realized those efforts will be futile.

"Of course," he says. "So hurry back." You pull your hand off of him and move to the door before he can change his mind.

"I will!" you chime, before stepping out into the morning chill.

Even as the breeze carries the scent of snow to you, the clouds hanging low and heavy, you push onward. It will be easy enough to distribute the medicine once you arrive, and so long as you’re home before nightfall everything should be fine. Nonetheless, your pace quickens without you even noticing, pulling your pack flat to your back.

The villagers greet you with nervous gratitude, all the adults looking considerably exhausted, and are quick to usher you into warm buildings when they notice your windswept cheeks. As some of them bustle around, preparing tea and refreshments for you despite your protests, others help you to unload your pack.

“This is the tea. I tried to make it less bitter, since most of the children are affected,” you explain, laying the sachets of medicine out on a table. You remove a wooden spoon, the bowl narrower but deeper than one used for dining. “Use this to measure the dose. One scoop will suffice for small children, but adults should use two.” The adults around you murmur, and one eventually speaks up.

“Would you mind helping us with the first dose, Y/N-nim?” The use of the honorific momentarily stuns you, but nobody else seems bothered. Despite your many years under Eunji’s tutelage, you still feel yourself far too much of a novice to be deserving of such respect — but to these people, who rely on you more as Eunji gets older, you imagine the lines are more blurred.

Younghyun’s warnings about the weather echo in your head, but you find yourself agreeing. How could you leave these people in their time of need? What if the children are stubborn and need more coaxing, some gentle pressure from the ‘all-knowing witch’?

Thankfully, most of the patients cooperate since their family matriarchs are present, though some are more stubborn. As the sun hangs in the afternoon sky you are ushered into someone’s residence for a light meal. Many of the village women gather around the room with you, taking a moment to relax after the prolonged brewing and portioning of medicinal tea. After eating a small portion, you pull out your extra herbs to measure more of the tea for the village, just in case. One of the women leans towards you as you do, a light smile playing at her lips.

"Y/N-nim, we’ve all been wondering — who is that man that came with you last time?" All eyes turn to you, the other conversations in the room halting. Their curiosity is far from unusual or unwarranted — every village Younghyun has accompanied you to has at least one person who raises the question, and plenty more who don’t ask but are clearly wondering too. After all, for so many years it's been only you and Eunji visiting these people unassisted. You barely glance up from your work at her question, a smile curving your lips.

"I found him injured on the mountain," you say. Everyone knows the one, and the story of your journey, at this point. "He's been staying with us while he recuperates. He can't remember where he came from, or how he got on the mountain."

"Ah," the woman hums. She goes back to her own business as you continue tending to yours, almost laughing at the well-rehearsed story. At least it isn’t a complete lie, you muse, just a half-truth.

But the longer you sit, continuing your work, the more you start to think. Younghyun was living with the two of you as a means of getting used to human life again — it was never intended to be a permanent situation. Neither you nor Eunji had any intention of keeping Younghyun in your little shack in the valley if it wasn't where he wanted to be. Your hands falter for a moment before resuming their task purely from muscle memory, your heart sinking. If Younghyun were to tell you he wanted to leave…

You shake your head slightly. If Younghyun wants to leave, you should let him. You would let him — though the very thought makes your throat feel tight. You repeat it to yourself, a reprimand for your foolishness and selfishness. Younghyun deserves to do whatever he wants, even if it means leaving you.

Eventually you decide you’ve made enough extra doses and should brew and distribute medicine to the remaining, most stubborn patients. Most of them are willful children who still have enough energy to argue despite their illness and were put off by the tea’s bitter smell, despite your best efforts to sweeten the mixture. Part of the reason for the afternoon break was so some of the village women could pull together something small and sweet for the children to eat after taking the medicine. With bits of dried fruit from various villagers’ homes now being presented alongside the tea, most of the children took the medicine (though still scrunching their noses at the bitterness) without much argument.

Some, however, required much more coaxing. In the end, it took you sitting amongst them and feeding into their misconception of you as a powerful, all-knowing witch alongside some bargaining with dried fruit to convince them. By the time you leave the village, you feel mentally exhausted and ready to collapse at home with Eunji and Younghyun. The clouds have sunk down over the mountaintops, heavy with snow — you smell the ice in the air and feel the stillness around you as all the other animals burrow away from the impending storm.

The snow begins to fall lightly, at first, but it sticks quickly to the frozen ground. You quicken your pace as the wind picks up. You know it’s no use; you can’t outrun the storm, so you’ll just have to push on. The tingling sensation in your hands, tucked deep into your fur-lined sleeves, warns you that conditions are going to get worse before they get better.

Damn, you think, pulling your outermost shawl up over your nose as the storm howls. You really should have left the village sooner, but the children were so stubborn about taking their first doses of medicine. Thinking about it, you know you couldn’t have left without having assured yourself that all of them had taken it. You’re thankful it wasn’t the same plague as last winter, when you ventured up the mountain and made a deal with Younghyun but still couldn’t save everyone. The familiar shroud of guilt threatens to encompass your heart, the bitter wind blowing hard. Shaking your head, you burrow your chin and cheeks down into the shawl, trying to hide from the cold. Wisps of hair are pulled from behind your ears into view by the violent winds, and you squint through the snowflakes that cling to your lashes to be sure you're headed in the right direction before casting your gaze downward once more. As you continue plodding on, the crunching of your footsteps scarcely audible above the wails of the windswept winter trees, a voice suddenly cuts through the storm,

"Y/N!"

You lift your head and, for a moment, the wind stills. The snow is still falling, but through it you can see him approaching, and a smile creeps across your face. Seeing him like this, surrounded by snowflakes, reminds you of last winter — the first time you met Younghyun, up on the lonely mountain. Even the concern written in the creases of his brow look the same as they did the night he chose to reveal his true nature to you, to save you from the deathly chill.

You lift your head and continue striding towards him with renewed vigor. The snow is just about at your ankles now, the frozen ground hard beneath your feet with each step.

"Y/N!" he cries once you come more clearly into his line of sight. He looks relieved for a moment before running towards you, "Are you crazy?!"

In a flurry he reaches out to pull your shawl further up your head, eyes flitting worriedly over your wind-whipped cheeks and frosty lashes.

"I shouldn't have let you go alone," he grumbles, pulling the pack from your shoulders and slinging it over one of his own before you can protest. You hurry to follow him back to the hut, walking in his larger footsteps.

"Then who would've helped Eunji prepare the house?" you ask, gently reminding him of your earlier conversation. You watch as his shoulders tense as though he's about to argue with you, but he lets out a sigh and ushers you into the house before him. Although you feel bad for worrying him, it does warm your heart to know that he stayed to help Eunji when you couldn't.

Eunji, however, seems about as pleased with you and your decision as Younghyun — maybe even less.

“That was foolish,” is all she says when you walk in the door. She barely casts a glance in your direction before turning back to the food still warm above the fire. You can tell she and Younghyun have already eaten just by the amount left, and the guilt resurges.

"Sorry, Eunji…" you mutter, lowering your head like a scolded child. She only takes your food off the fire for you to eat, before rising slowly to her feet and shuffling off into her room.

You eat accompanied only by the fire's crackle and glow, your own shadow cast long across the table from you as a stark reminder of your foolish decision.

For hours after dinner you lie awake, unable to sleep. You listen to the howling wind outside and occasionally rise to your feet, walking to the far end of the room to be sure you can feel the ondol beneath the floor still warming it sufficiently.

It's long into the night when you hear a faint melody, and you creep to your doorway to hear it better.

It isn't Eunji, nor is it a song you recognize, yet the words fall easily from Younghyun's lips in a hushed tone, accompanied by the gentle scrape of him stoking the small fire in the agungi. No wonder the ondol seemed warmer than usual, you think to yourself, slowly creeping towards the source of the song.

You watch from the shadowy corner as Younghyun tosses another piece of wood into the fire, dusting his hands off as he continues to sing. He glows golden in the firelight, and it's hard to believe that all traces of his former magic have left him — anyone seeing him would surely believe he had descended from the heavens that very day.

As you listen to his voice, you try desperately to think of what song he may be singing, but none come to mind. Although it somehow sounds familiar, you know you've never heard it before.

Eventually, Younghyun stops singing, letting out a soft sigh as he holds his hands out towards the fire. Quietly, you step forward, but the slight creak of a board beneath your feet makes him turn. He doesn't look particularly surprised to see you, merely turning back to the flames as you go to take a seat beside him.

"You have a wonderful voice," you say, finally. "What song was that?" He shakes his head.

"I don't know the name. It's something my mother used to sing." His throat seems tight as he speaks, his words clipped and his expression stony. You stare at the side of his face, but he doesn't budge. Your nervous fingers pick at a loose thread you find on your clothes, and your eyes follow the pattern of the woodgrain until the shadows swallow them up. With great effort, you summon up the courage to speak,

"I'm sorry for upsetting you today. I didn't mean to make you mad."

The smallness of your own voice makes you wince, and you're relieved that Younghyun doesn't look at you, as you couldn't possibly bring yourself to meet his eyes.

"I'm not angry at you," he sighs, leaning back on his palms. "You just… you do things for other people without thinking of the consequences for yourself. It's like you think that nobody cares what will happen to you."

You open your mouth to retort, but find no words to do so. After all, he isn't wrong — you've always thought of being a healer as your sole purpose in life. Regardless of how much you adored Eunji, you can still remember how it felt to be given away by your family, and how alien they seem to you at times. There's a part of you that's always believed you could never be part of a normal world, live a normal life, and as Younghyun's words sink in you realize that, maybe, you've been throwing yourself into being a selfless healer so wholeheartedly and recklessly to avoid the pain of facing what you perceive as a lonely future.

Aside from Eunji and your family, you wonder sometimes if anyone else has ever cared about you for any reason other than you being a healer. And to avoid the thought you simply propelled yourself full-force into your sworn duty. Like anyone else, you wanted to matter, and healing was the only way you knew how to.

Before you know it, your teardrops have begun to stain the floor by your knees. Younghyun notices and hurriedly pulls his sleeves down over his knuckles, gently pressing the backs of his fingers against your cheeks.

"Don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry," he pleads, and you shake your head.

"It isn't your fault," you reply, swallowing hard. "It's mine." Younghyun sighs, still gingerly drying your tear-stained cheeks. Even though you feel ashamed of your own childishness, you can’t bring yourself to stop him — or stop yourself from crying.

"You’re a good person," he intones, his voice as warm as the fire in the agungi, his eyes catching all the embers’ glow. "You care about other people, and there isn’t anything wrong with that. But you can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself. You don’t ever make yourself a priority, even when you should, so of course Eunji and I worry about you. Especially when you do reckless things, like go out alone in a snowstorm…" The hint of a smile curls at one corner of his mouth, and you let out a short, wet laugh.

"Yeah," you sniff. "I deserve that." You leave your hands in Younghyun’s, watching as he gently runs his thumbs across the ridges of your knuckles. Somehow, he had managed to halt your tears without you even noticing, and though you still feel ashamed of having disappointed Eunji you feel more apologetic than anything else now.

"Does that mean you forgive me, then?" you ask, looking up to meet his gaze. Younghyun’s eyes hold all the golden light and warmth in the world as they meet yours, a full smile curving his lips now. He reaches out to brush loose strands from your braid behind your ear, a pleasant shudder running through you as his fingertips ghost along the shell of your ear.

"Yes," he says.

Then, unexpectedly, he gives the lobe of your ear a swift tug. You yelp and reach up to cover your ear, but it’s too late. Younghyun only continues to smile at you, though you can see the mischievous glint in his foxish eyes as you pout across from him.

"But only if you promise to be more careful from now on." You huff, but lower your hand from your ear and extend a pinky out to him.

"Okay, I promise."

Your lovely, wonderful Younghyun links his pinky with yours securely, lifting them up to press the back of your pinky to his lips. You’re grateful for the warmth and glow of the agungi, blaming the flush in your cheeks on it as the two of you unlink your pinkies and bid each other goodnight.

Eunji doesn’t stay mad at you for long, as is her way, but it probably helps that you try to actively stay in her good graces. The snow has finally stopped after falling for two nights, and Younghyun wasup since dawn clearing small paths around the hut for you and Eunji.

“Go get him,” Eunji says sharply. “He’s been out there too long. It’s too cold.” You can’t help but smile to yourself, setting aside your task as Eunji shuffles, muttering, to make tea for you all. Draping a shawl over your shoulders, you poke your head out the door. Your eyes find him immediately, the only figure amidst the snowdrifts and gray skies.

“Younghyun-ah,” you call, and he turns to face you. He raises a hand to wave, and you beckon him with your hand. “Eunji says it’s time to come in.” Without hesitation he starts walking towards you, the shovel he had been using resting on one shoulder. As he gets closer you see how red his nose and cheeks are and can’t help but pout; you take the shovel from him and push him into the hut, chiding him,

“Why didn’t you cover your face? Your nose must be frozen.” You shut the door behind you and immediately reach up to feel his nose and cheeks, cradling his face in your hands. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling, and you feel your face getting hot — you pinch his nose, hard, and before he can begin whining at you about it you take him by the shoulder and start pushing him towards the table where Eunji has set out the teacups. The old woman looks over her shoulder at the two of you, tutting when she sees Younghyun’s red face.

“You young people, you never take care of yourselves,” she scolds.

“That’s why we have you, Eunji!” you chirp, taking the shawl off your own shoulders to drape it over hers. She rolls her eyes at you but tugs the shawl a little tighter around her and can’t keep the smile off her face as she waves you off. Younghyun obediently takes a seat at the table, and you follow suit with Eunji right behind you. It had taken you a considerable amount of time as a child to get used to Eunji’s lack of adherence to tradition. She didn’t care who served who, or the order in which things were done — she had lived alone and away from society for so long that she simply did what was most efficient. As Eunji got older, she let you do more for her, but never everything. She let Younghyun do more, and though you know she’ll never admit it, it was clearly her attempt to make him feel more comfortable.

Sitting around the table, you can’t help but bask in the warmth of your home. You have never felt so happy, you think, as you do with these two people, whom you love most in the world.

With the snow still thick on the ground, there’s little to do other than stay inside and prepare ingredients for the impending ailments the season brings. Neither you nor Eunji have been summoned, and until more of the snow melts you can’t venture very far from your hut.

Most of the day has passed with all of you inside, working away at various chores and tasks. You’ve turned to mending clothing, having finished grinding herbs, and after hours hunched over by the table you set aside your task and stand, needing to stretch. It’s sometime in the afternoon,

“Y/N-ah,” Eunji says, beckoning you into her room. You make your way over, curious as to why she’s calling you into her bedroom instead of coming to the central room to speak to you.

“Yes, Eunji?” She tugs at your sleeve, then pushes your shoulder down so your ear is level with her mouth,

“I’m going to make Younghyun a treat since he’s been here a whole year. Take him outside and stay out until our evening meal.” You barely hear her request, stuck on the fact that Younghyun has been here, with you, off the mountain for a year. Does that mean he’s adjusted enough to human life? Is he going to want to leave soon? Eunji releases your shoulder, and you bring yourself back to reality.

“I can do that,” you say, though your head is still spinning slightly. Eunji smiles at you and pats your shoulder.

“I knew I could count on you.” Her statement lightens your heart just slightly, enough for you to make your way into the common room and tap Younghyun’s shoulder. He lifts his gaze from his work, a slow attempt to perfectly peel some roots, and you smile,

“Eunji wants us to get out of the house so she can clean.”

“Shouldn’t we help?” he asks, but he’s already setting aside his work and standing up. You shake your head.

“She’s very particular sometimes, you know that. She said we’d only get in her way.” Younghyun thankfully accepts your excuse and pulls on his extra winter layers alongside you as Eunji makes her way into the common room to shoo you both out.

It’s cold outside, but not unpleasant. The sun reflects almost blindingly off the snow in the valley, so you and Younghyun both begin walking towards the woods in search of some shade.

“It snowed so much this year,” you remark.

“It’s still nothing like last year,” he replies, and when you turn to look at him you find his gaze on the familiar mountain peak in the distance. One whole year…

“You’re right,” you say. “That storm was particularly bad. The beginning of that winter… before you, it was awful. Everything felt so hopeless.” Younghyun laughs softly,

“That’s how every winter felt,” he says, “until you.”

You don’t know what to say, a lump forming in your throat as thoughts continue to swirl in your mind about Younghyun leaving. It’s foolish, you think (you know) to be so concerned with something that may not even come to pass, or not soon at least, but you can’t help it. After only a year Younghyun has become such an integral part of your life that you can’t imagine not seeing him every day.

But it’s his choice, you remind yourself. Just like you had never wanted anyone to stand in the way of your decisions, you knew you could never stand in the way of his.

The two of you walk in comfortable silence through the woods. Despite the snow, you both know your way through the trees almost by instinct, having walked all these paths through the other three seasons. The trees become sparser as you near the river that lies in the bowl of the valley. Once again you’ve found yourselves at the hilltop where you have the best view of the sunset, the late afternoon sun casting long stripes of shadow and golden light across the ground. The river runs shimmering down in the valley, thawed from the day’s sunshine. You stand beside Younghyun in your usual spot, the warmth of his body radiating onto you, and the lump forms in your throat again. Enough, you think, biting the inside of your cheek. I should just get it over with.

“Younghyun-ah, have you ever…” you press your lips together, taking a deep breath before trying again. “Is there somewhere you want to go, Younghyun-ah? You know Eunji and I — we would help you do anything. You’ve adjusted well to life off the mountain, so…” Again, you can’t seem to finish, and so you simply let the statement hang in the air, hoping that he’s able to understand your babbling. You can feel his gaze on you, but can’t bring yourself to lift your face. If you look at him, you might just lose your resolve and end up taking it all back, begging him not to go. You can see when he turns to you completely, his feet pointing towards yours and not the setting sun.

“Do you remember,” he starts, taking your hands in both of his. He runs his thumbs across your knuckles gently, sending shivers down your spine. “How you said you saw me grow old in your vision?” The statement catches you off guard enough that you look up, but he’s smiling down at your hands in his, his expression soft.

“Yes,” you reply, voice barely a breath, but you know he hears you. He lifts his face, resolve painted into his sharp features, and you gaze into his eyes, dark as the new moon sky.

“I want to see you grow old too, Y/N-ah.”

The tenderness in his voice renders you speechless, and though you know your feet are on the ground you feel as though your body has risen into the clouds, face warming as his stare continues to pierce you.

“What…?” What does that mean? What do you mean by that?

“I'm asking you to let me stay by your side,” he explains, squeezing your fingers gently. “Wherever you go, whatever you do, I don't mind — I just ask that it isn't without me.”

You could swear your heart stops beating, that the world altogether stops for a moment. Younghyun’s eyes never waver, earnest and sure, and the longer you hold his gaze the further you feel yourself falling into the depths of your devotion to him. As you hurtle towards the conclusion you had been fearful to voice for so long, you remind yourself to breathe, the air trembling in and out of your lungs.

“Why?” Is all you manage to ask, your heart aching, pounding desperately in anticipation of whatever confession awaits you.

Younghyun chuckles kindly, and the sight of his smile causes your own lips to curl, a salve to your anxiety. He runs his thumbs soothingly along the ridges of your knuckles.

“Because,” he says, then lifts your hands to his mouth. He presses a soft kiss on each of them, sending butterflies soaring in your stomach, and looks up at you through his lashes with that smile still playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re my destiny. I’ll do anything to stay by your side until the end.”

How could you ever say no to him? All you can manage is to nod, tears stinging your eyes, and Younghyun reaches up to wipe them away — just like before. His hands gently cup your cheeks, and you look into his eyes, the eyes that you love more than any others.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. You laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders,

“I thought you’d never ask.”

When the two of you return to the hut hand in hand, Eunji simply raises her eyebrows.

“Finally,” she says, before ushering you both inside from the cold evening air. “It only took a year. Congratulations, Younghyun.” She reaches up to ruffle his hair, and he bends down just slightly to oblige her, laughing all the while.

As you all sit around the table filled with Eunji’s treats for Younghyun, you wonder what the future holds. Whatever comes, you think, you’re ready and willing to face it — with determination, and love, and magic — with Younghyun.

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nixtape-foryou · 3 months

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kwanisms · 1 year

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please note that I am no longer actively writing for day6 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in these groups have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

»» Creature Feature

»» Creature Feature '20: The Summoning ♧ p.sungjin

— oneshots

»» Creature Feature '20: Bad Moon Rising ♧ k.wonpil

➥ 7.4k; Sungjin is an incubus that hasn’t seen any action in years. So when Y/N summons him, thinking she can make a deal with him for power, Sungjin is more than willing to play her little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, Sungjin doesn’t make those kinds of deals. But that doesn’t mean summoning him will be a complete waste of time, right?

➥ 11.2k; Being cursed a werecat, Wonpil often wishes he’d been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Y/N and taken to her cottage in the woods?

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kpopstanships · 2 years

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My stress is still there but, it's getting better.

Good luck with school!

And, I just simped over Yeonjun, Taehyun, Wonpil, Young K.

My Txt love triangle ship result probably made me simp over Yeonjun and Taehyun more, hahaha.

My OT4 Day6 personality ship made me simp over Wonpil.

Day6 fanfiction made me simp over Young K. 😂

- Celestria

Taste indeed my friend.

NGL it took me a bit to get into TXT but now that I have I’ve fallen into the rabbit hole of the MOA fandom and Ughh I can’t get over Yeonjun. Especially after Good Boy Gone Bad.

On another note I’m really interested in what fanfiction it was that made you simp for Young K. I mean reasonable of course either way but you’ve peaked my interest.

~ Admin Katt ❣

Also here are some fun gifs for you

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daysswithyou · 4 years

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See you

Characters: Young K x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Christmas themed!

Word count: 5.1k

Description: It's such a pity to part just like that, so I'll hope to see you again

Credits: @splendorten for giving me inspiration! And @hoodedsuns for the feedback! Also partially inspired by some events that happened to me this semester ^^

Prompt: Write something based on the last text you sent – was planning to meet a bunch of people after I got back from my trip to Japan and hence, “see you” :)

Author’s note: For the dearest @younghyuns-babygirl-24, (Belated) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! This is my fic – for you – for the Christmas fic gift exchange. As requested, Young K x reader with lotsa tooth-rotting fluff! XD I hope you enjoy this fic and in the new year, I wish you all the best in pursuing your dreams and let’s love the boys more together!!!

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You don't fancy night flights. At all. Sitting in a cramp seat with little leg room for hours on end and waking up to sore shoulders and dry eyes was not the ideal way for you to spend the day leading up to Christmas. But...here you were anyways, trying your best to get comfortable in your seat with your bag nestled between your feet. You send one last selfie to your cousin as a rain check, letting her know that you’re safe on the flight, and that she should expect you in a few hours’ time.

You lift your eyes to observe the hustle and bustle of the aircraft as the crew gets the passengers ready for take-off; securing the overhead cabin, handing out hot towels and attending to the comfort of the passengers. You would have enjoyed this all a lot more if it wasn’t a night flight. You watch as an air steward makes his way down the aisle to do his final check, before stopping right beside you and addressing you fully in Korean. You gulp as he carries on talking, finding it hard to grasp a opportune timing to interject and let him know that you don’t understand a single thing he just said. You have zero knowledge on the Korean language and the best you could manage to convey your lack of understanding was to shake your head at the air steward.

Very slowly, you said, “Sorry, I don’t understand anything...”

You bow your head apologetically as a sheepish smile makes its way into your face and the air steward matches your equally puzzled expression as he sucks in a breath, a little lost as to how to proceed when he couldn’t communicate with you in a language that you understood. A few more moments lapse as both of you stare at one another, the silence now heavy and awkward.

Just then, a soft voice comes directly behind you and you feel your chair tilt backwards slightly, most likely being used by the person behind to hoist himself up. You cannot comprehend whatever the fellow passenger said (in Korean once again) but it must be good news to the steward as he immediately bows, a smile breaking out on his face, stepping back to invite the fellow passenger to take the spot beside him. You look up to observe the tall guy from your seat and you were met with pretty almond shaped eyes that were gazing down at you, the sides of his eyes crinkling slightly as the corners of his lips lift up; a small smile as a greeting.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind me interjecting but I’m here to help as a translator since I assume you don’t speak Korean and the air steward is having a hard time explaining due to the language barrier. May I?”

“Please do, and thank you.”

After listening to the air steward for a short while, the mysterious male breaks out into a smile as you continue watching both of them in bated breath; did you do something wrong? Were you about to be kicked off the flight?

Your fellow passenger turns his attention towards you now, a warm smile lighting up on his face as he rests his clasped hands on the seat in front of you.

“Miss, there’s nothing to worry about. He just needs you to place your bag in the overhead compartment for the take-off.”

“Oh… oh! Right, of course.”

You scramble to unbuckle your seat belt so that you could stand to place your bag in the overhead compartment, not wanting to bother the air steward and your fellow passenger any longer. Yet, he immediately reaches out for you with his hands, keeping you in your seat as you lift your eyes from the dull grey of the seat buckle to meet his chocolate brown eyes again.

“I’ll help you, since I’m already standing.”

He gently extricates your bag from its place near your foot before placing it carefully into the overhead compartment, shutting it gently with a click.

“Enjoy your flight!”

“You too.”

Your eyes follow him as he makes his way back, and you stay staring at him for a couple of seconds more as he settles back into his seat, your breath catching in your throat as you contemplate getting his name so that you can thank him properly. But your shy nature eventually wins over and you shut your mouth tightly, turning back to face the unlit black screen of the in-flight entertainment system. The screen lighting up to life pushes the last lingering thoughts of the helpful and friendly passenger out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the safety video currently playing on the small screen.

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You wake up just in time to see the hazy orange cabin light up brightly with white lights as the captain makes the landing announcement and you see the same air steward walk down your aisle again to do a safety check. When you catch his eye, you bow your head slightly, your face heating up slightly from the embarrassment just a few hours ago. The landing and disembarking proceeds smoothly and on your way out of the aircraft, you get your first good glimpse at Seoul. The sun is shining brightly onto the grey concrete tarmac of the airport runway and staff continue to rush around to ensure a smooth flight – even more during the holiday season. Despite the early morning, the sun never misses its shift and continues to shine its radiant rays onto Earth, warming the cold Seoul in winter just slightly. The streaks of sunlight are so brightly that even through the tinted windows, you were forced to squint your eyes to protect your eyes from the glare, and you eventually had to rip your eyes away from the sun, white spots dotting your vision now.

Soon, you found yourself walking past the glass walls of Incheon Airport’s arrival gates and very quietly, you whispered to yourself – “Welcome to Seoul Y/N.”

Eyes glued to your phone screen and luggage in tow, you hadn’t realised that you had walked into someone, rising your head to quickly apologise – but – you didn’t have time to get a word in before the person you bumped into immediately started selling his taxi services to you. You shook your head politely to decline but let’s just say that he was rather… persistent… You were almost about to give up and just follow him but a presence stepping up to stand beside you stopped you in your tracks, your focus now on the newcomer.

It’s him again.

After another round of fluent Korean, the taxi driver finally got the hint to back off and he immediately turned his attention to the next potential customer, leaving you to deal with the friendly stranger from the flight once again.

“You weren’t really about to take the taxi, were you?”

An embarrassed smile shows on your face for him to see in plain sight as you shake your head at yourself, finding it hard to meet his eyes.

“I really was. If you had came a moment later, I would be on the taxi now.”, you said as you jabbed a thumb towards the black sedan parked just a few metres away.

“It’s really expensive if you take a taxi from the airport to the city. I know a cheaper way and I could guide you if you’d like me to. Where are you headed for?”

“Myeongdong!”

“Oh! What a nice coincidence, I’m headed there too. Here, I’ll lead the way but, ladies first.”

With an open palm, he gestured to the escalator on his right. With a soft smile and slight bow of your head, you took a step in that direction and he soon fell into a comfortable pace beside you, initiating conversation again.

“I still haven’t gotten your name yet.”

“Y/N, it’s Y/N. What’s yours?”

“Younghyun or Brian – I’m fine with both so take your pick.”

“Well then, Younghyun, thank you for helping me out. Twice.”

“No problem! First time in Seoul Y/N?”

“Yup, here since my cousin recently moved with her family and as part of her housewarming plus annual family Christmas gathering, she invited the entire family over to celebrate.”

“You came during the right season – every city always seems more magical in winter, and especially so during Christmas. Puts everyone in a good mood, mostly.”

“I agree with you on that.”

Eyes glancing down, Younghyun catches sight of both yours and his luggage and he chuckles, catching your attention.

“What’s so funny?”

“I just realise that we have the exact same luggage, it’ll be really funny if we mix them up later.”

Swatting your hands in front of your face, you make a face as you exclaim, “Nah we won’t, let’s not jinx ourselves!”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Younghyun pats his cheeks as a “punishment” and you have to stifle your laughter behind your palm because that was such an adorable sight to see. Both of you continued your walk and even during your short walk to the airport express, you could already feel the Christmas vibes. Christmas songs were playing over the public announcement system and almost every inch of wall or glass was covered in colourful Christmas decorations. Wherever your eyes wandered, you’ll catch a glimpse of the familiar fern green as cherubic Santa’s and cute deer nestled within them, the colourful Christmas bulbs and fairy lights serving as the final pieces, completing the decorations to truly bring forth the festive season. The warm fairy lights bathe Younghyun in a golden glow, making the mood very comfortable and soon, both of you were engaging in conversation with ease. You managed to find out that he was home for the holidays, being a foreign student studying overseas in Canada for his undergraduate degree. His days are mostly packed meeting friends and family that he hasn’t seen but he’s given himself some free days to explore the city that must have changed since he’s been away. You try extra hard to focus on Younghyun as he attempts to speak louder over the roar of the train travelling through the underground tunnel, going closer sometimes just to hear him speak. The train rattles violently just before it exits the tunnel with an extremely loud whoosh and in a split second, sunlight floods the entire cabin, lighting up everything instantly, bringing Seoul and all its colours into sharp clarity. Your attention on Younghyun is broken as Seoul’s cityscape vies for your attention – your eyes are naturally drawn to the buildings coming in various shapes and colours, bare trees – though void of leaves – that line the pavements as they continue to stand tall. All of these zoom by before you can fully take in their details, your eyes capturing brief glimpses into the lives of Seoulites – children dressed in the same colour code obediently following their teachers, elderly walking their pets, and adults still rushing to work despite the frigid winds that are currently ruffling their hairs and outfits. You could almost hear the familiar click of heels against the tarmac in your head. As you continue admiring Seoul with your sparkling doe eyes, Younghyun leans his head against the metal pole of the cabin, silently observing you with a sweet smile, thinking to himself: I’d love to show her around the city. It’ll be a privilege to see her face shine with awe at this city.

You sneak a glance at him from your periphery, feeling the slow burn of his gaze on you. Nervously, you let out a chuckle as your voice dropped to a whisper, “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face? Must be the flight, my skin is dull and dry now.”

“No, you look fine Y/N. It’s just really nice seeing you enjoy Seoul so much.”

After hearing his statement, you crack a smile as you shyly meet his eyes, glad that he wasn’t staring just because you looked ugly and you watch as Younghyun gives you a grin so radiant that it could rival the blazing sun – showing neat rows of teeth and all.

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The Myeongdong stop arrives much too quickly for either of your liking and the pair of you had to drag your feet out of the train carriage, both equally reluctant to leave the other. Younghyun wrecks his brain for more ways to buy time with you and even though the solution he comes up with is one that is so extremely cliché, it’s the only thing he can do.

“Hey Y/N, are you in a rush?”

“No, not really, why?”

“How about we get drinks? Neither of us has eaten anything since the flight.”

“Sure. What place do you have in mind?” You reply him almost immediately, and you had hoped dearly that he didn’t catch onto your overly enthusiastic response.

“Holly’s Coffee. It’s a chain store in South Korea, thought you might like to give it a try. Consider it a beginner’s introduction to Seoul.”

“I would love to.”

And that’s how you found yourself in a neat coffeeshop with a handsome black wooden décor, the smell of peppermint, roasted marshmallows and hot chocolate all blending to form a sweet smell and adding to the homely vibe of the place. You watch the Styrofoam “snow” rain all over the snowman in the decoration on display right beside the cashier, completely mesmerised by the neat white beads falling down in unison. You feel a light tap on your shoulder, turning your head to be met by Younghyun’s eyes.

“What would you like?”

“Oh! Oh gosh I completely forgot to order, sorry about that. I’ll have the peppermint mocha please.”

“Really getting into the festive season now huh?”

“Yup! I truly do love Christmas.”

“Me too.”

You’re about to open your mouth to make another comment but your phone buzzing in your pocket steals your attention away from Younghyun again.

[Mom]: Where are you? Your cousin is asking for you already.

[Y/N]: Holly’s Coffee in Myeongdong grabbing a drink. I’ll make my way to her apartment later.

[Y/N]: Sent live location

[Mom]: Your cousin says she’ll come and get you. Order your drink as a takeaway.

You chew your bottom lip, feeling conflicted at the sudden news. You felt bad leaving Younghyun alone, but you also knew that the rest of the family was probably waiting for you to start the party.

“What’s got you looking so nervous?”

“Sorry Younghyun, but my cousin is coming to pick me up so I don’t think I’ll be able to sit and talk. I’m really sorry at the sudden change of plans…”

Younghyun wasn’t going to lie – his heart sunk at the thought of you having to leave so early as disappointment thrummed within him like a dull ache. Yet, he didn’t want to make you feel any worse than you already did so he gave you a big smile, just to let you know that it’s really alright.

“Hey no worries, I knew you were here for a party so I assume the entire family is waiting now.”

“Most likely…”

“Don’t frown, it’s really alright! Smile a bit.”

Using his index fingers, Younghyun gently pushes the corners of your lips up, only retracting his hands with an even larger grin gracing his face when he finally sees you crack a smile. The barista calls for your number and the right at the moment when the cold drink reaches your hands, chilling your freezing hands further, you hear the jingle of the doorbell and the familiar call of your name by your cousin.

“Y/N! Let’s go!”

You whip your head back to look at Younghyun all flustered, not expecting your cousin to arrive so soon which gave you much lesser time with him. You couldn’t even give him a proper goodbye or exchange numbers, not with your cousin standing expectantly by the door, waiting for you. Likewise, Younghyun faced the same struggle. Your cousin was standing and waiting by the door – does he make her wait longer as he gets your number? Or let you go now with a quick goodbye? He doesn’t consider for long and he lets instinct take over, going with the latter. Snaking an arm around your shoulders, Younghyun pulls you in gently into his side – a quick half hug as a parting greeting. Albeit shocked, you quickly recovered your senses to drape an arm around his waist, drawing him close by hooking onto his waist.

“Bye Y/N, it was great meeting you and enjoy your Christmas party!”

“Bye Younghyun and you too! Erm… whatelsedoiwanttosay… all the best for your studies in Canada and enjoy your trip home! See – ”

You catch yourself just before the word slips out of your mouth – were you ever going to ever see him again? Thankfully, Younghyun doesn’t seem to have heard, and the conversation flowed naturally again.

“I will.”

You quickly detach yourself from his side, cheeks burning now, aware that your cousin is watching this interaction with a teasing glint in her eyes. You’ll have to deal with that later in the car but for now – you content your heart by taking one last good glance at Younghyun’s face, not knowing if you’ll ever see him again. Hands clasping onto the cold drink tightly, you turn around to face your cousin, wheeling your luggage behind you as you leave Younghyun behind. After you get strapped into the passenger seat and the car moves off down the streets of Seoul, the expected barrage of questions come from your mischievous cousin seated right beside you.

“So… who’s Mr Handsome? Spill the beans honey~”

“His name is Younghyun. Met him on the flight here and he also brought me safely to Myeongdong via the subway.”

“OHHH~ Love is – ”

“No no, don’t get your hopes up in the air, nothing is going to happen. I’m just a tourist in this land.”

“You never know~”

You roll your eyes at her statement, she’s still ever the idealist with her head up in the clouds, dreaming of the impossible. But – why – does your heart sink a little when you shot down her idea of getting together with Younghyun? Were you really considering dating him when you had just met with no way to contact him? You stare at your open hand as you contemplate that thought – the same hand that wrapped around Younghyun’s waist just minutes ago – and warmth floods your cold body in gentle waves as your fingertips tingle, sending a light shiver down your arm. Your chance encounter with such a bright and friendly individual made the cold frigid winter warmer now.

If fate will allow, let’s meet again Younghyun.

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You collapse onto the bed in the guestroom face first, not minding the fact that you were still wearing the same dirty clothes for the past 24 hours. A long flight, being passed around from relative to relative for small talk and a couple of glasses of beer, wine and dessert wine later, you were all ready to pass out. Blinking your eyes to clear away the tears from your umpteenth yawn that night (or should you say morning), you catch sight of your turquoise luggage. Leaving it unpacked was irking you out, so with much effort and a loud groan, you pushed yourself out the bed before shuffling over to unpack your luggage. When you first opened the luggage, you didn’t think much of the contents until you began pulling out clothing that were much too big for your body.

Did my clothing magically expand?

Flipping on the room lights, you finally were able to get a good view of the contents and your eyes widened to the size of saucers, eyeballs nearly popping out of your sockets. The luggage was full of male articles – belts, sweaters, pants and a shaver all sitting in plain view further confirmed your suspicions – you had really switched luggage’s with Younghyun; likely on accident during your haste to leave the coffeeshop. You immediately sifted around his clothing, searching for any way to contact him and – thank the heavens! – you found a small piece of paper in one of the zipped compartments bearing his name and number. You dialled the number quickly with nimble fingers, chewing on your nails nervously as you brought the phone up to your ear, desperately hoping that he had not changed his number. After 2 rings, the call finally got through and you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hi, this is Y/N, right?”

“Yes. Younghyun?”

“Yes, you got the right man. I was wondering when you’ll call me about the luggage mix up.”

“Sorry it took me so long, I only realised now as I unpacked. When would it be a good time to meet tomorrow? Or do you need the luggage now?”

“Tomorrow would be fine – I rather not have a lady like yourself travelling the streets alone at such a late timing. Where would it be a good place to meet you?”

“Oh, I was planning to tour Apgujeong, would that be alright for you?”

“Apgujeong sounds good! Does 12pm sound good?”

“That sounds fantastic, thank you Younghyun.”

“Welcome Y/N. Rest well, you sound tired.”

“You’re absolutely right. Have a good rest too Younghyun. Nights.”

“Nights Y/N.”

A few more silent moments pass over the phone, neither of you wanting to be the first to end the call. You hear his slow and steady breathes over the phone and it sounds calming. A sense of peacefulness washing over you, a welcome respite from the whirlwind of activity that you’ve experienced today. Your eyelids start to flutter close, and you think you might be able to fall asleep listening to the sound of his breathing if the call drags on any longer. Younghyun finally breaks the silence with a chuckle, his next words bringing to mind the conversation from earlier today.

“I really jinxed us, didn’t I?”

“Jinx is too strong a word, I’ll just say you accidentally spoke it into existence.”

“I really did, silly me. So… goodbye for now?”

“Goodbye – for now.”

Younghyun ends the call first and you’re left listening to the dial tone before you put down the phone, placing your head in your unoccupied hand as you chuckle to yourself. Fate really does have a sense of humour, bringing such a twist to your wish to see Younghyun again. Glancing to the open luggage beside you, you sigh at yourself for making a mess of his belongings, standing up to pack his clothes neatly. Lifting one of his coats up, a piece of paper flutters out of the black pocket and upon closer inspection, you realise that it’s a ticket – for the lighting festival at the Garden of Morning Calm. Dated for 27th December. The date and place sparks off a thought within you that has you scrambling for your wallet, lifting the ticket out to confirm. You bring both tickets up to the light to compare them side by side, you realise that you were right – Younghyun and you had brought tickets to the same event on the same day. You didn’t know what you should do with this new-found information but if you could be brave tomorrow… something good might blossom.

You tuck both your tickets neatly into your wallet, praying for the heavens to grant you some bravery tomorrow.

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Ever since 11.50am, Younghyun had been waiting outside the Apgujeong station, nervously tapping his feet against the pavement. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous to see you again, but a part of him was also happy that he got to meet you again – although he wished it had been under better circumstances. A soft tap on his shoulder brings him out of his thoughts, and the moment his eyes land on you – the one he has been thinking of since yesterday – his cheeks naturally lift up, showing off the round apples of his cheeks. He blinks earnestly, taking a good look at you. Your cheeks are tinted a soft rosy pink – most likely from the cold – and you’re wrapped in a beanie, scarf and winter coat that made you look like a snug and warm dumpling. Younghyun has to try his hardest to stifle the squeal that threatens to escape him because of how absolutely adorable you look. How can someone have such an influence on him when he barely knows you? Your cheeks change from pink to red under his adoring gaze and wanting to no longer be the centre of attention, you whip out his luggage from its hidden spot behind yourself before presenting it to him with a “Tadah!” Younghyun lets out a hearty laugh at your antics – can someone get any cuter than this?

“I made sure to pack everything neatly into your luggage, nothing will be amiss when you open to check today.”, you said, patting his luggage to emphasise your point.

“Aigoo, thank you for packing them neatly for me. Rest assured, your things are in good condition too. How was the party?”

“Oh, not too bad – the usual you know. Being passed around, getting questioned about life and my relationship status, and too many cups of alcohol. I’m still a little woozy now, not sure if you can tell.”

Younghyun makes a hum of acknowledgement at your words before silence falls over both of you again – this needs to stop happening so often.

What do I say to her?

Do I ask him now?

Aish let’s just do it now!

Both of you open your mouths at the same time, then it became a mad scramble to let the other speak first.

“Ladies first.”

“No no, you first!”

“Y/N.”

“Younghyun.”

Both of you fix the other with a pointed gaze but Younghyun eventually relents, going first.

“Ok ok, I’ll go first. Y/N, could I get your number? Just to… stay in contact you know?”

“Sure.” You sound confident with your swift answer but your shaky hands that take over the phone from his hands betray you and he watches as you punch in your numbers wrongly a couple of times, having to redo it again and again but he doesn’t mind – he gets to see a different side of you – albeit a clumsy one that he finds endearing. Once you’re done, you hand his phone back to him as he brings the conversation back to you.

“What about you? What did you want to say just now?”

Your face heats up instantly, the two thin tickets sitting in your wallet weighing a ton now as your palms start to sweat despite the freezing temperatures. Carefully, you take his ticket out and pass it back to him but you don’t let go, even when he’s holding onto it. Your tongue darts out to moist your lips, inhaling a deep breath to let the cool air numb your nerves and thoughts. If you didn’t think so much, you might be able to work out the guts to actually ask him. It’s now or never Y/N. Go for it!

“I realise that you’re also going for the lighting festival on the 27th. I am too… and I was just wondering if you would like to go together? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to – ”

“If you would like me to be there, I would be absolutely delighted to go with you.”

Your eyes widen at his statement – he was actually willing to go with you! Your eyes light up like the star on top of the Christmas tree, shining radiantly for him to see.

“For real? You’re not joking right?”

“No, I’m not. But I’ll go on one condition…”

“Oh… what condition?”

You wait in bated breath as Younghyun lowers his face towards, going so close that your noses are almost brushing.

“I get to call that a date.”

You let out a puff of laughter at his statement, the fog emitting from your mouth brushing over his lips as they pull back to reveal pearly whites behind that hazy curtain.

“Is that ok with you Y/N?”

“Yes, that’s alright with me. For a moment I got scared there, I thought you were going to ask me to give you my first born or something.”

“I would make a joke now but I’m afraid of scaring you away.”

“Come on, hit me with it.”

“Really, you don’t want to hear it.”

“Yes, yes I do want to hear it Younghyun.”

“Ok here goes, but don’t dump me after you hear it! I was going to say that you wouldn’t have to give me your firstborn because it would be ours anyways.” For good measure, Younghyun winks at you and your hands immediately fly to cover your face, trying your best to hide the massive blush that was now bursting across your face and muffle your rambunctious laughter.

“See! I said you didn’t want to hear it anymore! Are you afraid of me now? Come on, show me that pretty face please?”

His hands come up to gently wrap around your wrists, tugging at them softly until you’re willing to put them down.

“You’re not afraid of me now, are you Y/N? I’m still seeing you, tomorrow right?”

“No, just mildly shocked. But I must say, that was a pretty well-timed joke. And yes, you’re still seeing me tomorrow Younghyun. You’ll need more than that to scare me away.”

“That’s good. So… I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yes, see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll call you again to settle the details.”

“I’ll be sure to pick up.”

It seems like the conversation has ended but once again, neither of you make the move to leave first. You shuffle your feet, twiddling your gloved fingers. Likewise, Younghyun was also working up the guts to do something that he’s been waiting to do since yesterday – but it’s just so hard to break through that barrier. You share one last shy glance with Younghyun before deciding it was time to leave, hands reaching out to grip the luggage handle – this time, the right luggage. Seeing you make a move to leave jolts Younghyun into action, and he surges forward to gently catch onto your wrists, pulling you back to face him once more.

“Before you leave, can I give you a hug? I want to do it properly this time.”

You smile as you nod, opening your arms slightly to let him and this time, Younghyun’s arms wrap around your shoulders properly, bringing you close against his chest as your hands hang onto each side of his waist.

Softly, he whispers into your ear, “See you tomorrow Y/N.”

“See you too Younghyun.”

Despite exchanging greetings, his and your hands still remain locked around the other, both of you gently swaying together as the first snow falls over Seoul, the perfect start to your winter love story.

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Pulling up an all-nighter for midterm exams and requirements may not sound too impressive to everyone but when you’ve got a lot of extracurricular activities and personal dramas on your plate, you cannot really help it. Or else, you’ll fail at the very least of your academic subjects.

Human body must have a way to do what your mind has already set into sometimes. When you repeatedly told yourself that you had to wake up two hours later, you did. A couple of minutes before your alarm goes off, you forced yourself out of the bed and washed yourself in the bathroom, not wanting to risk your entire exam day in a simple snooze of your alarm.

The bus was full when you hop on but after a couple of stops, a lot of people got off the busiest districts of the city giving you seats to occupy for the rest of your travel to the university. The sun has long risen but was initially covered by the clouds when you step out of the house.

You settled for a window seat in the middle part of the bus, relaxing your limbs after a couple of minutes’ standing inside the vehicle. Without even thinking about it, your eyelids flutter close and your consciousness floats away before you even know it.

Brian doesn’t usually take the bus but after engaging in a light traffic accident the week before, his brother took his car keys away and left him no other choice but to use the public transportation. Usually, he’d take the subway or a taxi but he realized he’d have a handful of time to kill if he reached the university at least an hour before his exams so he opt in riding a bus instead.

The bus was unusually empty despite the weekday morning rush. Most of the seats have at least one unoccupied space at one side as if each passenger in the vehicle called dibs at each row inside it.

Brian opt to sit not further from the bus door and beside you instead. He glances a quick overall at your appearance and recognize the pale prints on the uniform you are wearing. Apparently, you are attending the same university and will be getting off the same stop.

The bus took off shortly after he sat beside your peaceful figure and as if on cue, the sun shone a bit too brightly on your side of the window - causing you to automatically squeeze your eyelids tighter, trying to protect your vision underneath it. Brian sees the creases forming between your brows and raises an arm to shade your eyes from the sun.

The gesture felt nothing but weird for Brian; it’s as if he acted out of reflex despite doing it for a total stranger. Something about the peaceful aura and the seemingly delicate frame of yours has awakened his instincts to sort of protect you and take care of you. He almost instantly withdrew his arm back when he noticed the driver briefly glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

Brian wondered what your major could possibly be as he glanced at the only piece of book you carry with you for that day - the only subject you have not started to review yet. It does not give any hints to answer his curiosity though, the book placed on your lap is for a general subject which he has completed already a year ago.

For almost twenty minutes, Brian shielded your eyes from the bright rays of the sun and only pulled away when your stop is nearing, giving you time to wake up and prepare yourself to get off. The bus slowly comes to a stop and yet you still have not opened an eye. Brian quickly thought of a way to wake you up with touching you and ended up grabbing the book you were slightly clutching on your lap.

You woke and realize instantly that it was your stop, the driver purposely waiting for you to get up and out of the bus. You muttered a quick thank you and bowed to the driver for not letting you miss your stop.

Little did you know, a tall guy is waiting for you by the pavement. You almost bumped into him as you jumped out of the bus. You look at him wide-eyed, wondering why he was standing there idly when a bus just came and gone before him. Just when you were about to go around and about your way, the book he’s holding caught your eye. You are almost certain it was yours because of the way it was carelessly covered with a plastic and the upper side was stained with dried coffee.

Brian realizes your recognition of the book and hands it to you with a shy smile. “Uhm, I didn’t know how to wake you up so I yanked your book out of your hands.” he gulps as he stares down at your confused expression.

He seemed to have held his breath until you smiled at him and offered to walk together to the university. It was a five-minute walk from the bus stop, too short to get to know you so before he could lose you inside the university, he asked if he could meet you after exams for coffee alongside getting your number.

You cannot stop shaking your head as you walk to your assigned exam room, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The short nap during the bus ride surely did wonders to you today. Your usually groggy mood due to lack of sleep manifesting in small giggles as you recall how cute Brian was when you first talked face to face at the bus stop.

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Young K: One Door Away

Been wanting to write this one for awhile so I finally got it out of my brain~ we love mutual pining in this house Thanks for reading! 🍑😘💓💓💓

Younghyun x Fem Reader. Smut (office coworkers, mutual pining). 7.5k

[Part 2]

"Just the two of us?"

You and Younghyun sat side by side in your boss' office, news of an out-of-town conference reaching you. She'd just informed you that she'd like for you and Younghyun to go together to the conference and represent your company, and you were having mixed emotions. You and Younghyun got along so well. You were fantastic coworkers who got things done effectively and with ease. However, the hardest thing for you was trying to ignore the attraction you felt. Every day there was something he did or said to make you internally swoon. But you never had the guts to do anything about it, at least not yet. You were simultaneously anxious and excited by such an opportunity to get familiar with him falling into your lap.

"Yes, I think you two could handle it just fine. Why, don't you think so, Y/N?" Your boss furrowed her brow, concerned.

"No! I mean, yes! I-I do think so, I think it would be great--fine..." You stumbled over your words and caught a glimpse of Younghyun bringing his hand up to his lips, stifling a smile.

"Younghyun? How about you?"

"Oh yes, I think that would be just fine. Y/N and I are certainly capable of handling that." Younghyun smiled brightly, confidently.

"Then it's settled. I'll have Brennan make the arrangements."

After a few polite pleasantries, you and Younghyun left her office and stepped out into the hallway.

"You ever been to Chicago?" Younghyun asked as you walked.

"Oh, um, no I haven't," you answered, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you'd soon be in Chicago for two days alone with Younghyun.

"Hmm, nice city. I'll show you around," he said, then stepped into his office. "Have a good day, Y/N."

"Yeah, you too." You kept walking, as if in a daze, to your office just one door down from his.

You closed your office door behind you (something you rarely did), and plopped down in your chair, trying to comprehend the situation you were getting into. You automatically wondered what you would wear on the trip, in the way you would for a date. But, you reminded yourself, this was not a date. It was not even a vacation. And it was not a trip with Younghyun. It was business, and you needed to be professional. But, you couldn’t help the electricity that was running through your veins.

🚪

"We're coworkers, and it's just a business trip," you told your best friend, Hyerin, over the phone as you packed your things. You were telling her, but also trying to convince yourself.

"It's not just a business trip if you're hot for each other," she replied.

"We're not hot for each other!" You were glad she couldn't see how red your ears were getting when you said that.

"Well you're definitely hot for him, and I wouldn't doubt he feels the same with the things you've told me about him. A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed."

You became even more flustered at her words, but the alarm on your watch beeped, cutting your conversation short. "I have to go," you told her, zipping your suitcase closed.

"Okay, have fun and tell me all the dirty details when you get back!" Hyerin rushed before you could hang up.

"There's not going to be any, bye!" You pressed the end button and tossed your phone into your purse, then snatched it up, grabbed your keys, and headed out your front door.

Your friend's words rang in your head the whole trip to the airport, and you wondered if they would come true. You weren't completely sure if you wanted them to or not. You shook your head to try and sweep your mind clean as you retrieved your bags from the trunk of the cab. You thanked the driver and walked confidently through the sliding doors of the airport. You had decided to at least pretend to be confident and comfortable, and try your best to fake it till you made it.

Your plan worked; the whole time you were in the security line, the Starbucks line, walking through the crowds, you felt sure of yourself. Your heels clicking on the hard floor, the dull clattering of your suitcase behind you, the way you held your posture as you walked and sipped your coffee...you felt invincible and ready to take on this trip.

And then you heard his voice call your name and all of that came to a screeching halt. You turned and saw Younghyun with his black bag on his shoulder, smiling brightly at you, and suddenly you felt weak in the knees. You stumbled a bit in your heels from turning too quickly, grabbing the wall to stabilize yourself and cursing under your breath as you tried to hide the embarrassed redness that you were sure was now coloring your cheeks.

"Careful," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder when he reached you.

Oh fuck. That was the first time he'd touched you today and it was already sending your heart racing. This was gonna be a long trip.

You soon boarded the plane and ended up seated at a window with Younghyun right next to you. At least you could distract yourself with the view. Younghyun pulled out some papers to look over before the conference, but you always chose to not worry about work on flights. It was a time no one could expect work from you, so you took it. Younghyun on the other hand, wanted to be extra prepared. You waited for take off and watched as his fingers shuffled through the stack, not realizing you were staring until they stopped moving completely.

"Sure you don't want to review these?" Younghyun offered. As if that's what you were thinking of. You wished your thoughts were that pure.

"No, no, I've looked at them a hundred times," you answered with a wave of your hand, turning back to the window.

"A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed." Hyerin's words popped back into your head. You doubted she was right, but couldn't deny the part of you that hoped she was. You put in your earbuds and leaned against the window, doing your best to concentrate on the music until you landed, with some degree of success.

When you landed, you and Younghyun found your way out of the plane and airport and grabbed a taxi. He took the lead and you did your best to follow, finding yourself feeling a little like a lost puppy tagging along. But he went on far more business trips than you, and he'd also been to Chicago before and you hadn't, so you tried not to let it bother you. You enjoyed seeing the new city, all the towering buildings that surrounded you. You were used to being in cities like this, but each one was unique and had its own character, so it always interested you to visit a new one.

You turned back to the inside of the cab and saw Younghyun on his phone. "We're almost there," he informed you, typing away.

🚪

"Alright, here are the keys to your adjoining rooms." The concierge placed one key card in front of you and one in front of Younghyun, and you furrowed your brow at those last two words.

"Adjoining?"

"Yes, there is a door connecting them, so you can simply unlock it from both sides if you wish to move between the two rooms," she replied helpfully.

Younghyun looked at you, seemingly just as confused. You hadn't booked these rooms and neither had he, they were just given to you by your company, by your boss' assistant. Maybe Brennan was trying to send you a message...

"I'm sorry, is that a problem?"

"I...I don't know..." Younghyun let his words trail off, looking to you to see how you felt.

"You can also keep them locked if you wish," she tacked on, trying to help.

"Yeah, it's...it's totally fine." You simply shrugged, taking the key card in front of you off the marble counter. Younghyun went along with it. If you were fine with it, so was he.

You both went up to your respective rooms and dropped your stuff, changing into more comfortable clothes before heading out into the city.

You checked your phone; Hyerin had texted you.

Hyerin: Did you land yet? How's the hotel? Did you kiss him yet? 👀

You rolled your eyes and looked over at the white door that separated your rooms. Somehow having that door there made him feel even closer to you than a wall would. You imagined yourself, a thousand times more confident, bursting through that door, grabbing Younghyun by the collar, and kissing him hard, the way you always wanted to. But you knew that would never happen.

You texted her back, answering her questions as simply as possible.

Me: Yes, fine, and no!

You locked your phone and forgot about any of those pressures your friend was putting on you.

Spending the day with Younghyun in this city that was all new to you was like a dream; you walked along Navy Pier together, visiting the shops and taking in the sights, talking with him so effortlessly. It wasn't a date, but it kind of felt like one, and you let yourself fall into that little illusion a bit. If dating Younghyun was anything like this, you were dying to date him even more now somehow.

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"Did you hear that Brennan and Sooin are dating?" You asked, fiddling with the straw in your drink. You and Younghyun had ended up back at the hotel bar for a quick drink before heading up to your rooms for the night. You'd already talked for awhile about the conference tomorrow and about all the sights you'd seen that day. You were getting exhausted after all the things you'd done since the early morning, but didn't want to leave his side.

Younghyun smirked at his glass and took a sip before answering your question. His expression made you pause, wondering if he knew something you didn't. "I...Yeah, I did hear that."

You practically snorted at that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, nothing. Just, his office is next to mine, and...our building has thin walls, that's all." He cleared his throat and caught your eye, and you shared a knowing smirk. Apparently things were more heated in your office than you knew.

"Oh," you laughed, taking another sip of your drink, already finishing it off and ready for another. You wanted to get a little tipsy; you were hoping it would take the edge off and keep you from having your nervous little walls up around him. If you wanted to get anywhere with Younghyun, you'd have to have more confidence, and alcohol was one way to get you there.

"Think it'll last?" You asked, prodding a bit, not because you actually cared about your coworkers love life (you couldn't give two shits if they were dating, or fucking, or whatever), but because you wanted to see how he reacted. What was his opinion on office romances?

Younghyun leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting his elbows on the table, the sleeves of his button-up now rolled up and hugging the crook of his arm. "Oh, I don't know. They're such different people...But, they certainly seem like they enjoy each other's company, so..." He raised his eyebrows and chuckled as he spun his glass a few times.

Well now you were curious. It sounded like this was a regular occurrence. "They really fuck while you're in the office?" You asked incredulously, lowering your voice a bit. Their offices were right by yours. You felt like you were living under a rock.

"Oh yeah, at like lunch and after meetings...You've never noticed?"

You shook your head no, and started on your second drink. Sounds like everyone in your office was getting laid but you. That made you start to wonder about Younghyun himself. He didn't talk about his personal life often. Maybe he had someone already. Maybe he was dating someone, maybe he was fucking someone on the regular. He could be sleeping with that cute new receptionist for all you knew. That thought made you take a rather large swig that burned your throat.

"You should slow down," Younghyun laughed, grabbing your now empty glass as you reached for your next one.

"I know my limit," you told him, spinning the straw between your fingers. "So are you dating someone?" Oh shit, did I just ask that? That had tumbled right out of your mouth without a thought. That liquid courage was starting to do its job already.

Younghyun laughed again, and took a drink before licking his lips. "No, no I'm not. I would have mentioned it if I was." Oh? You nodded calmly, secretly ecstatic at that fact. "Why, are you dating someone?" He asked playfully, throwing it back to you. You were aware of how childish you were being, bringing it up in the first place like that. You felt like a couple of kids asking each other who their crush was.

"Nope." You answered simply, so as not to say something that would embarrass yourself.

"I hear Dave's single," Younghyun teased, knowing you would not be interested in your rude, much older coworker.

"Gee, thanks." You felt a slight buzz kicking in, which was maybe why you felt more at ease with talking to him. "Well...I guess I'll know the right guy when he comes along." You subconsciously let out a little exasperated sigh and pursed your lips, watching the ice spin in your glass as you played with your straw. He placed his elbow on the small table and rested his head in his palm, watching you talk. Though you noticed his gaze, what you were a little too tipsy to notice was the endearment behind his eyes.

"I'm sure you will."

A pause hung in the air and you both looked down at your own glasses that were nearly empty. You knew this was your chance to bring up your feelings, the perfect opportunity, but even the alcohol coursing through your system wasn't enough to get you to do that at the moment. And when he downed the last of his drink and started to get up from his chair, you knew your chance was slipping away.

"Well, I think I'll head up to the room. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

You wanted to say something to get him to stay and talk with you some more, but your brain was too frazzled to think of anything and you knew it was getting late.

"I guess I should too."

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You laid in bed that night, trying so desperately to think of anything, anything else but Younghyun laying on the other side of the wall. But your mind always found a way to wander back to him. He was so close, just a door away. But you needed to sleep. You unlocked your phone and checked the time, sighing when you realized it was 2 am and you were no closer to falling asleep. Fine. If your brain wanted to think about him, you'd let it.

You thought back to how his fingers looked curled around his glass at the bar, the way he licked his lips after taking a sip of his drink, the way he smiled at you with those affectionate sparkles in his gorgeous eyes...man, you were losing it. You let yourself think about how nice it would feel to have his hands on you, feel his fingers tracing over your skin, then down between your thighs. You let your fingers do what you wanted his to, working them into your panties and sighing when they slid through your pussy, which at this point was more than wet with as long as you'd been thinking of Younghyun. You imagined his lips on your neck, forming dirty words you so desperately wanted to hear in his voice. His hot breath on your ear, his strong body pressed to yours...god, you wanted him. Groaning when you pushed two fingers into yourself, you got caught up in the imagery of his cock entering you. "Fuck...Younghyun..." you sighed dreamily and lost yourself in your fantasy, trying to focus on cumming so you could hopefully fall asleep. You pumped your fingers and used your other hand to rub at your clit, whimpering when you quickly pushed yourself to a contained but satisfying enough orgasm. You moaned once more as you rocked against your fingers through the aftershocks. You sighed heavily, laying back and feeling your eyes start to close tiredly. Good, it worked.

You laid in silence for a moment, concentrating on getting your breath back to normal. You jumped when your phone suddenly buzzed on your dresser. Who's messaging me now? You reached over and unlocked it, a subconscious gasp leaving you when you read the short message.

Younghyun: good night, y/n

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"Morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well?" Younghyun smiled brightly at you, looking as put together as usual, a well tailored suit and nicely styled hair all in place, his fingers working on completing the look as he finished putting on his watch. You stepped into the hall and let your hotel room door lock behind you. God, what do you say to that when you knew he had heard you the night before? At least, that's what you assumed from his message.

"Uh, yep, good. Just fine." Lie. You hadn't slept a wink. You spent the evening staring at his message, trying to decipher it. Was he turned on? Was he annoyed? He had heard you, right? Of course, that's why he was sending you that. Right? Why else would he have texted you that at 2 in the morning? You had said good night to him in person hours earlier.

"Good." Your eyes met his and you swore you noticed a playful glint in them, not to mention the little smile that pulled at one corner of his lips. You looked down to try and hide the blush that was certainly rising in your cheeks. "Let's go eat then get to this event. Do you have everything you need?" You glanced down at the papers in your arms, patted your pocket for your phone, then replied that you did, so you walked together to the elevator.

You really didn't feel like going to a conference and talking to a bunch of suits right now, but what choice did you have? Besides, part of you wanted work, if only as a distraction. So you ate a quick breakfast together, and pushed thoughts of the night before to the back of your mind, concentrating on work. You made sure to drink a couple cups of coffee before you left the breakfast table; you'd need it if you wanted to stay awake through the morning. Younghyun looked as collected as usual, chuckling at you as you grabbed a third cup of coffee while he waited for you by the door. "Ready now?" You nodded quickly as you took a sip, following him down the hallway.

You and he decided to split up and meet again at lunch, so you each could network with as many people as possible. That worked well, kept you focused on work, and you were proud of yourself and the articulation you were able to keep. You sat through some talks, made small talk with lots of people, and lunchtime rolled around soon enough. You found Younghyun and took the empty chair next to him with an exasperated sigh.

"Okay, I'm getting burned out with all this business talk," you whispered in his ear as you sat down, making him chuckle as he took a drink of water.

"I know what you mean, I'm sick of this fake-nice crap. I wanna get this suit off," he added, finger pulling at his tie. You wanted to get that suit off too...dammit. So much for work distracting you. "Almost done, just a few more hours." He patted your knee, just at the hemline of your skirt, and surprised you by keeping his hand there. A mild tension hung in the air and you glanced up at him. He smiled slightly, a playful spark in his gaze, and you gave a little smirk of your own, then he brought his hand back up to the table. The whole interaction took all of a few seconds, but you felt as though you had a whole silent conversation.

There were so many signs, so many clues, that told you Younghyun was into you. But you needed to hear it. You needed to really know. Besides, even if he was into you: how much? In what way? Did he just want to fuck you? Or was he interested in something more? Or maybe he just found you kind of attractive and that was all there really was to it. You couldn't say for sure at this point, and it was a delicate situation considering the fact that you worked together. You usually avoided workplace romances of any kind. And on top of that, he was the only one here with you. If he wasn't actually into you and you made a move, at the very least, it would make for an awkward rest of your trip.

But, you figured, these were bridges you would cross when you came to them. For now, you were still at this conference, and you needed to stay focused on work. You ate your salad with him, and your conversation was as comfortable as usual; he made you laugh, you felt at ease, and lunch was over much too soon.

You went back to listening to talks, small talk, networking, and other work things that kept you somewhat distracted, but in the back of your mind you couldn't stop thinking about when the conference would end and you'd get to spend time with Younghyun again.

When things started to wind down in the later afternoon, you felt your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket, so you shifted the papers in your hand and pulled it out to see Younghyun's name, calling you.

You giddily answered it, but composed yourself when you spoke.

"Hello?"

His sweet but warm voice met your ears with the most welcome words. "Ready to get out of here?"

"Yes please," you answered quickly, making him chuckle a bit.

"I'll meet you at the door we came in."

You gleefully made your way there, and felt a pang in your stomach when your gazes met. Younghyun looked so handsome still, even after all day at the conference. You were sure you didn't look nearly as good as you had in the morning. Your makeup was feeling heavy, your heels were hurting your feet, and you could feel your hair was certainly not in the tight, clean ponytail you'd started with. But he looked just the same.

"I'm gonna drop my stuff at my room," you told him as you both got into to the elevator, pulling your hair tie out from your slightly disheveled hair, shaking it loose so it didn't look as bad. You noticed the way he watched you do this, but what you were a little too distracted to notice was the way he moved his notebook in front of his crotch to hide the slight tent that was forming. You really had no idea how much your presence affected him; you were way too busy worrying about yourself and how he affected you.

When you got off the elevator and to your rooms, you patted your pockets and a sudden realization hit you: you'd forgotten your hotel key card on your bed. "Oh, damn it."

"What's wrong?" Younghyun asked, sounding worried and stepping a bit closer.

"Oh nothing, I just forgot my key in there," you replied, gesturing to the door. "I guess I'll go talk to the front desk."

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Your room's connected to mine, remember?" Younghyun held up his hotel key card that he had in hand and raised his eyebrows. "Just come in to my room, you'll be able to get in."

Oh NO this is too perfect.

"O-okay, yeah, of course, I don't know why I didn't think of that," you chuckled, trying not to sounds too nervous, as Younghyun turned to unlock the door. He held it open for you politely, and you let yourself in. He clicked on a lamp and you stood near the door to your room for a moment and fiddled with your fingers while he let the front door close. "Well I guess I'll uh...I'll head into my room."

"Would you like to stay for a drink?" He said quickly, making you breathe an internal sigh of relief. So he did want you to stay, he wasn't just being polite.

"Okay, sure!" You answered, perhaps a little too spritely, and took a step away from the door.

"Go ahead and help yourself," he told you as he set all of his things aside, paperwork, pens, business cards he'd acquired, and the like, finally now on the back burner of his mind for the rest of the day.

You were happy to do the same, setting your things down on the wooden desk and grabbing a glass. Alcohol certainly crossed your mind, but with the way your throat was nervously parched, you quickly poured yourself a glass of water from the water bottle you'd been carrying around and downed that.

Younghyun made you jump slightly when he laughed, right at your side. "Sure you don't want anything else?" He reached around you and grabbed a glass of his own, standing extremely close to you and making an anxious blush rush through your veins, prickling your skin. Luckily he couldn't see your goosebumps under your maroon blazer.

"No, this is good," you replied, your voice pathetically weak.

"Okay..." You could hear the smirk in his voice, but were too scared to look into his eyes, even though you could tell he was looking intently at you. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his body, smell the sweetness of his cologne, and you were worried if you looked up at him you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from kissing him right then and there, at the very least. You were also extremely aware of the damp state your panties were in under your skirt, and that situation was only getting worse with each passing moment. "Can I tell you something?" He asked suddenly, moving from your side, but staying close.

"Um, yeah, sure."

Your heart raced harder when you realized he was moving behind you. His hands gripped the edge of the table on either side of you, locking you in, his chest pressed to your back. Holy shit. "Y/N, I know...that you know...that I heard you last night." You swallowed hard and your heart was absolutely pounding. Younghyun brought his mouth closer to your ear, a quiet murmur that drove you completely crazy. He didn't sound corny, like some guys trying to sound overly sensual. He sounded confident but also slightly frustrated, and you realized what you were hearing was a confession. "But what I don't know...is if you heard me." Your stomach dropped and you felt a needy pang in your core. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? "Normally I wouldn't be so forward, but I heard you say my name. Also, I don't think it's any secret that we're both very attracted to each other, and have been for some time. Since it's our last night here, I thought I'd take the chance." You felt like you were dreaming, and looked at your glass, blinking a few times, just making sure that you weren't. You cleared your throat and did your best to stay as composed as him. You did vaguely feel his heart beating against you though, and it was quite strong. He was right, and you were grateful. No more beating around the bush, flirting and wondering how he felt. You let yourself fall into what you both wanted, and leaned back into his chest, your hand curving over one of his that held the table.

"I want you so bad, Younghyun," you admitted, finally. He sighed heavily, sounding relieved, and moved his hands to quickly grab your hips, pressing his hips forward, surprising you by letting you feel his hard-on against your ass. He must have been trying to hide that from you, but you wished he hadn't. Either way, you could feel it now, and it turned you on immensely, somehow more than you already were. You felt both wound-up and relaxed, anxiously anticipatory yet at ease in his grip.

"I've been waiting to hear you say that," Younghyun groaned in your ear, before pushing your hair aside to kiss up your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into his frame, rocking your hips back into his, wanting to finally feel how hard he got because of you. It'd been way too long since you'd gotten laid, and the fact your dry spell was being broken by Kang Younghyun felt like a misty dream. God, it felt good to feel his hard cock pressed against you; you were squirming in his grip now, arching your back and pushing back into him to get as close to him as you could, your body still pleasantly trapped between him and the wooden table. Younghyun trailed his hands up your chest to your shoulders, where he pulled at the neckline of your blouse to attach his lips to your skin, leaving frantic, wet kisses there, so hot they made you melt. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to your skirt, and he readily followed your lead, abandoning your blouse to bring both hands to the hemline of your skirt. He was all over the place, not sure what to do next, as he wanted to be all over you at once. Your breathing was as heavy as his, and you didn't need to talk to get him to understand what you wanted. Younghyun's strong hands gripped your skirt and pulled it up out of the way, a lust-filled groan escaping him as he groped your ass. He pushed a hand between your legs to rub you over your panties, and it felt so fucking good, but you were desperate, and you'd waited so long for him already.

"Please just fuck me. We have all night to do anything else, but please, right now, just fuck me." You whimpered needily, your hips grinding down on his hand. Younghyun groaned again in your ear, then left a wet kiss behind it.

"God, you're so hot." You heard him sigh as his hands left your body, but he didn't go far; his belt jingled behind you as he got his hard cock out. This was not how you anticipated your first night with him going, but you were so happy it was happening at all, that you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He tossed his dark, leather wallet onto the table in front of you and you heard a crinkling that you guessed was a condom wrapper behind you. While he worked on putting that on, you shimmied your panties down your thighs and hiked up your skirt, then felt Younghyun pressing you back against the ledge of the desk. The wood dug into your thighs but it was worth it if he would keep his body close to yours.

You reached a hand over your head to pull his head closer to yours and craned your neck to meet your lips with his. You both sighed and took a moment to lose yourself in this kiss, the first real kiss you'd shared, and your mind was void of any thoughts but him. A part of you absentmindedly thought that even if this night hadn't gone any further than kissing, you could have been content with that, but you were quickly reminded of how badly you wanted to sleep with him when you felt his dick rubbing through your slit. "So wet..." he noted softly.

"From spending the day around you," you quipped with a smirk, turning your head to look back at him. He smiled back at you then leaned back a bit to watch his length start to sink into you. You hadn't gotten to see his dick so you didn't realize how thick he was before he started to push into you, and the stretch made you groan and grip his hand that was stretched around your middle.

"Oh my God..."

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," Younghyun said. That made you think that he must be quite aware of his size and used to his partners needing a bit to get used to accommodating him. He kept his promise, holding you close and moving slowly, back and forth, a little further in every time, until he was finally fully inside you. He stilled and you felt your pussy clench, this stretch being exactly what it, what you, needed. Younghyun was breathing heavily in your ear, and you knew your breaths were coming out similarly.

You turned your head and kissed him again, letting your tongue lap lightly at his lip this time, and he responded by pressing his tongue between your lips lithely. He pulled his hips back, dragging his cock nearly all the way out, then shoved back in, in a thrust that had you both groaning into each other's mouths. He just kept going, quickly fucking you at a steady pace, not spending much more time on foreplay, especially since you were both so worked up and you'd already practically begged him to fuck you first. You wanted to keep kissing him but it was uncomfortable to keep twisting around and you really didn't want him to stop fucking you, and god was it hot to have him taking you from behind like this. So you turned back around to face the wall, but his lips didn't leave your skin and stayed glued to your neck. You briefly imagined the table in front of you was his desk, at work. How hot it would be to fuck him in your office where you spent every day together, where your coworkers would continue to work, oblivious to any sexual escapades you may have gotten into.

"God you take it well," Younghyun groaned before leaning forward and pressing his hand to the desk for leverage. "I could fuck you all night, baby." Oh god, pet names! You were simply melting now.

"That's the goal."

Younghyun chuckled darkly and fucked into you particularly hard, making you stutter out a few curses. "Oh is it? Tell me, what else did you have in mind?" Younghyun pulled you back so you were flush against him and made the table clank against the wall with every hard thrust. Normally you'd be worried about the noise, but you knew there was no one on the other side of that wall because it lead to your room. You were in complete bliss, finally getting filled to the brim, having a warm body to fuck rather than your own fingers or toys, and having it be your biggest crush in the world wasn't half bad either.

Your mind flickered through the various fantasies, your go-to thoughts, the things you'd imagined doing with him, and the possibilities this particular situation offered. But no matter what you thought of, you couldn't think of a way to say it aloud, especially when you were so distracted otherwise. So instead you decided to show him. You placed a hand on his thigh to get him to pause, and he followed what you silently asked. You moved so he pulled out of you, then turned around and sunk to your knees, watching his expression change as you pushed his shirt up more and wrapped your hand around his thick cock. "Fuck..." he sighed as your hand jerked him so well, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. Your gaze came down to where your hand was and you finally got a good look at his dick. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't tried to picture what he looked like before, but you had to admit that reality was better than your imagination. Or maybe you were just so enormously turned on that it felt that way. Either way, your mouth watered at the sight and you couldn't resist wrapping your lips around it. You held the base and let it rest heavily on your tongue, just letting your lips suck on the tip like a sweet lollipop. Your head was spinning; you still couldn't believe you were doing this. You actually had Younghyun's dick in your mouth, and the thought alone was driving you wild. When you felt how warm and velvety soft his skin was under your touch, but also the way his veins throbbed and cock twitched and stiffened more, you couldn't hold back the muffled, whimpery moans you let out. "You are so amazing, Y/N" Younghyun praised, a hand on your chin to get you to look up at him. You gave him your best innocent puppy dog eyes while you cheeked his tip, and drank in his lust-filled expression, internally beaming at his praises. Your pussy was throbbing for more attention, but you did your best to ignore that for now. You knew you'd get your turn and you wanted to make him feel good. "Your mouth feels so good, baby," he sighed, thumb caressing your cheek that hollowed as you sucked over him.

"You're so hard..."

"Oh, fuck," Younghyun moaned when you let your tongue play around his sensitive tip. "Alright, come here," he said suddenly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. He smiled at you and kissed you, one hand gently holding your face and the other grabbing your ass. He made you feel so wanted, which was something you'd been craving for awhile.

You followed him to the bed and he pulled you in to straddle him as he sat on the edge, your black skirt again bunching at your waist. He brought his lips up to yours and kissed you feverishly, pushing your blazer off your shoulders and unbuttoning your shirt while you yanked at his tie to loosen it. You tasted the cool freshness of mint on his breath and easily fell into his soft, plush lips. The warmth of arms encircling you was something you hadn't felt in awhile and you hadn't realized just how much you'd missed it. Younghyun brought both his hands up to hold your face, one thumb gently stroking over your cheek, and the small action made your heart ache.

"Take this off," he said suddenly, pulling at the short zipper on the side of your skirt. You stood up and eagerly removed the garment, and he pushed at the waistband of your panties as well, leaving your entire lower half bare. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, whisking you in a way that made you giggle. "Here, c'mon..." He laid back and positioned you above him, a couple of beckoning fingers drawing you in, and you realized then that he wanted you to sit on his face. Fuuuck.

You were a bit unsure, but the way his hands stroked soothingly over your thighs helped immensely, and he soon brought his lips up to your pussy, making you relax into pleasure as he sucked on your clit. He hummed approvingly against you, then pulled your hips down further so he didn't have to strain his neck to reach you. Within seconds he had your legs quaking, his tongue flickering teasingly through your slit. You were incredibly wet by now, the almost embarrassingly slick mess that had been hidden under your skirt now dripping down your thighs and onto his chin. His tongue slid so easily through you and he eagerly lapped at it, then angled your hips so he could latch back onto your clit. "God, that's fucking good," you moaned, one hand coming down to push through his hair, the other steadying yourself against the mattress.

A thunderous groan rumbled through him, and your words emboldened him even more. He gripped your thighs and wriggled his tongue into you, your mind going back to the way it felt to be filled with his dick. Your climax started approaching, but you didn't want to reach it, not just yet. You knew how tired you would be if you hit it now and you wanted to keep this going for as long as possible. But at the same time, everything he was doing to you felt so amazing, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. While your brain told you to move away, your body's impulses won out and you stayed put until you were falling over the edge. "Oh God, Younghyun, right there, please, fuck!" Your head rolled back and your orgasm rattled through your body, seeping into every part of you, and all you could do was call out his name. Barely able to hold yourself up on your legs of jelly that were shaking at either side of his head, Younghyun held you strongly above his face in his secure arms. One of his hands grabbed your ass and he groaned again, the sound sending aftershock shivers up your spine, and he laved his tongue through your sensitive pussy, ending at your clit, which felt like a live wire.

"God, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Younghyun chuckled breathlessly as you fell onto the bed next to him. You glanced over to see his chest heaving almost as much as yours.

"Really?" For some reason, even after all the lewd things you'd just done, that was the thing that made you blush. It felt indescribably liberating to realize that he liked you just as much as you liked him.

Younghyun turned his head to look at you and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. "You sound surprised," he quipped with a smirk that made your heart do a little tap dance in your chest. You laid on your stomach and rested your head in your hands.

"Guess I just wasn't expecting you to feel that way...about me. It's kind of strange to think anyone could feel that way about me."

Younghyun turned to look you in the eye, a satisfied warmth in them. "Well, I definitely do. And I have for quite awhile."

Ugh, all of that made you want him all over again. You sat up and crawled across the bed and you leaned down to run your hands through his collar and kiss him, with a newfound passion and confidence. That confidence you'd tried so hard to fake at the airport now felt realized and you no longer needed to fake it, at least not around him.

There was one thing that came to you though, in this moment of clarity. "How did you know my side of the door would be unlocked?" You were thinking back to when you first got back to his room; you wouldn't have been able to get into your room through his unless the door was unlocked from your side too.

"Hm? Oh, that," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't. I just thought it would help get your butt in here." You both laughed at that, and you blushed, knowing he was right. "You've been way too shy this whole trip, I knew I needed some excuse to ask you to come in. Guess it's lucky you're forgetful."

"And what if I hadn't forgotten my key?" You asked with a smirk.

"Hmm I would have...probably sat in here for an hour trying to think of something to say to get you here. Or get me there," he added on, pointing toward your room. Damn, he really was interested in you. You knew it, but things like that really got it through your doubtful skull, and it was comforting somehow. It also made you feel so wanted, and that stirred something within you. Your hands pushed through the fabric of his shirt and you remembered he hadn't cum yet. That was something you were dying to see, and if you could be a reason Younghyun was receiving that kind of pleasure, you would be in undeniable bliss. So you leaned in to kiss him again, more passionately this time.

"You're wearing way too many clothes," you whispered against his lips with a smile, and he smiled in return.

"I think you're right."

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you-did-well-moon · 3 years

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Day6 Reaction to s/o learning their instrument while they're away

Type: Fluff, angst in Dowoon dont know what happened wasnt me

Word Count: 2.865

A/n: I took some creative freedom with why they were away but that is it. Keep in mind, I have no experience with instrument except for when I played the piano in 5th grade for like two weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! - Moon

TW: small cuts, fight, second hand embarrassment

Sungjin

Sungjin was absolutely and devastatingly exhausted. His own guitar case felt like it was weighing him down tremendously, and he had a huge headache. Jae and Wonpil arguing in the back of the car was not helping in any way. It has been going on since they left the airport. He rubbed at his temples tiredly pressing his head against the cool window from his place in the passenger seat next to their manager.

Still, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he thought about seeing you, probably curled up in the couch cheeks puffed from the snack you were inhaling. The pounding in his head lightened at the cute sight he would soon get to enjoy as he played with the loose threads of his old button up shirt.

True to Sungjin’s imagination, your form was sitting on the couch. Not true to his imagination, you were actually bent over something in your lap, lightly humming and bopping your head to the rhythm being produced by your still clumsy fingers. The guitar in your lap had gotten lighter as the days went by without your boyfriend, and in replacement of his touch, leaving your fingertips warm and tingling, it was small cuts you hadn’t bothered to bandage as it disrupted you when playing.

You missed Sungjin an abnormal amount. The cold spot in the bed or him making weird faces at you through the mirror in the mirror when brushing your teeth. You missed all of it. With a slight tremble in your chest you started playing the chorus to “You Were beautiful”.

You were so focused on trying to get it right you didn’t notice the door closing only to startle when you slightly looked up through your lidded eyes seeing the shadow looming over the coffee table. With a small yelp of surprise you jumped immediately looking up only to find your boyfriend staring at you with wide eyes.

His surprised expression made you shrink into yourself. You threw your head into your hands in pure embarrassment letting the guitar gently slide off your lap, hitting the floor with a soft thump. “Can you just pretend you didn’t see that I can’t believe I even tried learning all that by myself I” you cut yourself off with an un-pleased sigh shaking your head and looking at him with pleading eyes.

Your boyfriend continued in his frozen state for about five seconds before breaking out in the biggest smile rushing around the coffee table in which you panicked trying to get away from him with a squeal, but being too slow im the excitement that was usually in a much dormant state in Sungjin. The wrinkles near the corner of his eyes deepened adoringly, and his chest shook with soft laughter while he held you close.

There was a fond twinkle in his eye as Sungjin forgot any tiredness that clung to his bones and kissed the tips of your fingertips while maintaining eye contact. He kept your hands encased in his when scolding you for having such low faith in yourself and softly encouraging you. He would probably put little stitch band-aids on your fingertips and continue teaching you, sitting you on his lap and scolding you when you lose focus with a sharp poke at your ribs smiling when you giggled. This man just fell impossibly more in love with you.

“You shouldn’t say those things, look at you love, learning all alone and doing so well. I'm so proud. Would you rather have the elmo band-aids or the stitch band-aids… I don’t know about you but Elmo kinda creeps me out. Just five more minutes little love then you can go mug Young k with Dowoon. Don’t look at me like that! You finally have a teacher and you take him for granted. The audacity-”

Jae

Jae was a thin hair away from just ripping his hair out. He didn’t believe the kpop industry would take very kindly to him going bald, but he had come to a point where he didn’t really care about what people thought anymore. But thinking about you not being able to play with his hair anymore while he drifted off to sleep with his head on your chest severely upset him.

Jae had gotten stuck in another limbo, stuck in the studio and in his own head desperately trying to finish any of the unfinished songs left in his computer files. He missed you so much, he eventually called it quits, deciding to go home to you, who he hadn’t seen in days.

Just the thought about seeing you energized his previously exhausted self. He never could get sick of you. Every day, every week was a new adventure, a new chapter, all with his favorite person in the world. The night sky, although beautiful, seemed to mock him, reminding him of how late it was, meaning you were most probably asleep.

Opening the door to his apartment, he heard soft music. He briefly recognized “I Need Somebody”, and thought you were playing it from your phone. All his thoughts came to a halting stop when he saw you perched on the bed, in his shirt, playing the melody of the previously mentioned song.

You had hair falling into your eyes with your eyebrows slightly scrunched trying not to mess up and heavily focused. Jae had loudly yelled in surprise, causing you to flinch and look up shocked at the sudden surprise. When you saw it was just him, you had comically thrown your hands in the air yelling at him about how it was supposed to be a surprise.

The irritated look on your face vanished as you went up to give him a light hug with a kiss, softly smiling at him. Meanwhile Jae, was completely out of it, lovestruck eyes while he instinctively returned your affection.

“Come Jae, you look like you haven’t slept in ages, your eyes are so sunken babe”, you had softly whispered to him, rubbing the soft skin under his eyes, the way you were always soft with him when he came back from the studio. You slept in the same bed for the first time in what had been days, Jae tightly clutching on to you.

He may have not been completely there at the moment, but in the morning when he had time to process everything, he was a changed man. He wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling excitedly, eagerly wanting to hear everything you had learnt. He even poked fun at you when you made a mistake. But it was all lovingly as he also praised you non stop while looking at you with his messy hair and big smile next to you on the couch. He had so much inspiration now. To finish what had been left behind.

“Pop off queen who gave you this much talent, you couldn’t even tell me what bass was last time we talked, which was like a week ago. Might just make you play when I don’t feel like playing. Give you a wig and people won’t know the difference! Why are you booing me, I'm right?”

Young K

Young K’s foot tapping on the floor of the car was the only sound that filled the car aside from the soft sound of the car’s engine and tires. He was absolutely spent, having to have stayed in a different city for a show he was invited to that was filmed far away from his home.

Far away from you. Young K could tell his manager was starting to get irritated, but Young K was already massively annoyed and too far in his own world to really care. He missed the pine scent of his sheets, and he missed you.

It was not a good combination. When he got to his place he quietly thanked the manager, getting his bag before trying to ignore every urge telling him to run into the building and fall into his soft bed with you in his arms. When he opened the door, your keys were there, so he knew you were in the building. That thought filled him with more relief than it should have.

He did have to admit, hearing “I smile” this early in the day was odd as you usually saved the more mellow songs for later in the night. Young K told himself he had many euphoric moments in his life, but seeing you staring at a sheet of paper with so much determination and a bass guitar in your arms came pretty close to the top.

The absolute warmth that exploded in his chest was a feeling he would not forget in a long time. He could feel his lips slightly curl up in fondness as your hands shook while your eyes wavered unsurely between your hands on the strings and the video on your laptop sitting further on the edge of the bed. Your face scrunched up before you sighed and stared dejectedly at the instrument on your lap.

“Why so sad love?" His voice made you instantly sit up, pushing the instrument gently off your lap. You crawled to the edge of the bed where Young K had already gotten closer where he met you tenderly running his hand through your hair, and he curved his hand around the back of your head bringing your forehead to his abdomen.

He brushed his thumb over where your hairline met the sensitive skin of the back of your neck immensely enjoying being back at your side. Your hands were clutching the back of his shirt, and your simple touch brought a warm feeling to his chest. You both leaned back as Young K’s chest started to rumble with laughter “You should have waited for me, it would have been easier if I could teach you”, he softly said, pushing your hair back from your face causing you to lightly laugh.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t get that far anyways. Can’t become a prodigy in one day I guess”. Young K smiled again, promising to himself to help you as much as he could as he put his hand fondly on top of your head.

“You’re doing so good, just move your finger up a little, you’re plucking the c chord instead of the e chord during the chorus, don’t look at me like that i’m trying to help?! I wouldn’t put you on my level, but I think you’re doing really well. I’m hungry now, what do you want? No- What do you want? I am okay with anything just tell me-”

Wonpil

Wonpil was trying his hardest not to think about you. From the way you got excited when you got to see the moon in the cloudy sky to the way you smiled when you saw the neighbor’s cat while getting the mail.

He was happy to be on a trip with her sister, he hadn’t had much time to be with her in recent, well forever really. While you had been invited, you hadn’t been able to attend due to work. Wonpil did his best to keep his mind off you and enjoy the trip, he just hadn’t spent this long without you in a while.

Even so, he still had a fun time with his sister and her boyfriend creating many memories. He didn’t regret it, but he was extremely happy to come back to you. Opening the door to your apartment, he dropped his suitcase by the door, an excited smile tugging at his lips as he traveled through the apartment with his arms spread knowing you would embrace him as soon as you saw him. He felt so giddy, he didn’t even notice the broken keyboard sounds ringing throughout the living space.

His smile fell in a comical way, his face morphing into one of confusion instead. He recognized a broken rendition of “Mary had a little Lamb”, and tilted his head as he opened the door to your room seeing you with really big headphones on your head staring down at the keyboard with the most offended look on your face.

How dare this keyboard not give you its secrets! Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his chest, not mocking you, but he just thought you were so cute. He lightly touched your shoulder causing you to jump, and the slight movement of your head caused the headphones to slide off your head. It didn’t matter much. You instantly dove into his arms, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He felt warmth flood his chest as his hand encased the back of your head while he pressed his lips to the top, closing his eyes in bliss enjoying having you in his arms again. He leaned back from the brace as his eyes flashed with amusement and yours with slight embarrassment. He lightly laughed, eyes crinkling. He cradled your face in his hands, a teasing lilt to his voice, “What were you trying to do, hmm?” He could feel your face grow hot under his finger tips.

“I was just trying to surprise you. I felt bad for not being able to go with you”. He shook his head, hands playfully pinching your cheeks as you whined. “You shouldn’t act that way, I understood from the beginning. It must have been hard for you. Here, come, your lovely boyfriend will make this easier for you”.

“Y/n the keys will not bite prEsS dOWn, no, no keyboards do not have to be oiled, this is a musical instrument not a mechanical vehicle. You are so cute. What am I gonna do with you? No, you can not play the keyboard with your forehead, DO NOT put your foot on the keys. I don’t care if it’s for the vine.

Dowoon

Dowoon was beating himself up. Looking back at what happened a few hours ago made his chest tight. He couldn’t help but wince at the words both of you had thrown at each other. You had been with each other for so long, and when his lovely mother asked him when he would propose, although with good intentions, it put pressure on him.

He was still young. He had mentioned it to you in a joking manner, but there was a misunderstanding and you thought he was blowing it off as he didn’t see a future with you.

Somehow feelings were hurt, and the fight escalated. And Dowoon decided he was a coward because it was when you had started stuttering through your words and avoiding eye contact, he knew. He knew he had pushed you across a line that might not be able to be crossed again.

He panicked. He was really good at doing that wasn’t he? He left. He took a bus and went to the nearest hotel he could find. There he was sitting on the edge of the too perfectly made bed with his head in his hands.

Had he just ruined his precious relationship because he was scared of what the future could or could not hold? Why did he have to run away? Why couldn’t he just stay? Most importantly, how badly had he hurt you?

With a sigh he stood up, and he got on the bus back to your apartment. Staring at the door, the fact you were just on the other side and hurting is what pushed him to open it with the key you had given him. Opening the door, he was met with silence and darkness. Have you already gone? He walked through the apartment, hope dwindling with every step.

Then he heard a soft thump thump thump. His heart seemed to match with it, and as he walked to his studio which held his spare drum set, he thought of what he could say to make it better. Opening the door, he saw you softly hitting the drum with one stick, as if testing the waters and humming along to “When you Love Someone”. Dowoon couldn’t fight the sad smile that broke out on his face, and the absolute warmth that filled his chest.

Why did he ever even doubt your future with him? There was no person more perfect for him than you. He stood next to you, softly taking your hand in his and guiding your hand to the right beat, although a bit broken. When your sad eyes looked up into his, forgiving in nature but still frustrated beyond belief, he knew he could still fix things. You were you, and Dowoon was Dowoon. You always somehow found your way back to each other.

“No no, put your hands higher on the stick, no lower, now higher...a bit lower. No, Y/n drum sticks do not belong in my throat. What do you mean I have no room to talk, I thought we were over the fight. I would marry you in this life and the next! Why are you looking at me like that? I am not cute, I am handsome and overflowing with testosterone. Oooh are those gummies?

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