#jeong yunho imagine

[hwathinker]

"aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm gonna take a break now can i?"

pairings ; best friend!yunho x fem!reader warnings ; i don't think there is.. (i'm joking.. there's cockwarming, blowjobs(?), petnames) just yunho being a tease and annoying.. i really love the cocky + nerdy concept on yunho ;) wn ; hey! i finally got a free time today, so i decided to spend it on writing something. i'll be taking requests by the way! i'm hoping to see some smutty reqs from ya'll hahaha

"come on y/n, its not that hard to memories these shit." yunho said, poking your head which was buried to the book you were supposed to read. you had spent over an hour in his apartment, just for a study session. you also promised yourself to study for real this time but i guess the tiredness and laziness in you held you back. you shook your head aggressively, making him stop touching you. "y/n, we have a really tight schedule and i know you know that. plus our presentation is in 3 days. spend your time studying so you won't have to struggle to go out with me." you shot your head up as soon as yunho mentioned about going out. your parents doesn't really let you go out unless you do something great in school. but with pleasing them by doing house chores, you know you could get out easily. well, not every time.

"ugh.. how many times do i have to read these?!" pointing at the open book, you looked at him. "if you really want me to memories this then how about you?" you held the book up close to your face, shooting your eyes up to him then at the book back to make sure he isn't peeking. yunho sighed, letting go of his pen and turning to you. he looked at the book title, making a face to remember something. "well, physics huh.. what page are you in?" he asked, shifting his body and putting his arm on the table so that he can rest his head on his fist with his cheeks. you quickly went to the first page, knowing that he doesn't pay that much attention on a first page of a book. "uh.. page one. i'm not telling you what it is though." you said, burying your head to the book once again and shifting you gaze between the book and yunho every 4 seconds. yunho smiled, pretending to remember what was on the first page. "physics is the natural science of matter, involving the study of matter, its fundamental constituents, its motion and behavior through space and time, and the related entities of energy and force." you read what was on the page along with what he said, your eyes slowly going wide as he do.

"the fuck?! how in the earth did you remember every damn word in this one ass page?!" you slammed the green book on the table, going up close to him with rage in you. "i don't know, maybe i started to pay attention to the first page now. or maybe not, because i'm smart." he said, going back to his position and continue his revision. "or maybe.. you could help cover for me?" you said, leaning your head on the table as you puppy eyed him as you smile. yunho gave you a silent answer, which was a no. "come on yun, i know you like obeying me." you teased again, smiling ever so widely. "how about you study or i fuck that mouth off." he shift his gaze to you, placing down the pen under his palm.

you pouted, covering your face with your hand. yunho let out a small chuckle, grabbing you by your waist to get you more close. "i've never seen you this shy, y/n. you always fight back my teasings." he said, laying head head on the table too, close to your covered face. "i'd rather have a cock inside me for long enough than having to suck one that has a possibility of piss on it." you mumbled, hoping he won't hear a single thing when he's just right there, in front of you. yunho took your hand away from your face, meeting his eyes that was already staring at you. "do you want to try?" he bit his bottom lip, smiling lightly. you think, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting your lips. "i don't know. so you're hard?" you looked at his reddening face as your hand quickly went to his.. harden clothed dick. oh he is. yunho slaps your hand away quickly, holding them in his big ones. "suck it." he ordered, watching your smile grew wider. "why so needy? were you already planning this all along?" you said, shifting closer to him so there's no more space between the both of you. "sure. i'll do it. but you'll have to do a favor for me, too." you said again,getting up from the table and wait for him to strip. he stood up, sliding his sweats down and place them beside the table. but this time, he went to the sofa, sitting on it then leaning comfortably back while manspreading.

you looked at him with lust, his tongue going over his bottom lips, wetting them then biting them afterwards. he watches you walk towards him, your knee purposely hitting his crotch as you lean in to give his jaw a nice lingering kisses, to his lips. "how long have you been keeping this from me, hm?" you mumbled in the kiss, enjoying his taste. "ever since you appeared like a damn angel in front of me and decided to become my friend." he held your jaw with his hand, caressing them. you ran your hand from his bicep, down to his chest. gently touching every part as possible to make him shudder. you pulled away from the kiss, going down as he watches your every move. your tits, holding onto its dear life in the top you had. it looked like it want to pop out in any second you make a risky move. and your tight low rise jeans. ah, don't mention it anymore. he loves it when you wear that kind of clothes.

after you had took off his boxer, his dick sprung out, precum leaking to his base. "fuck, who are you going big for? me?" you said, grabbing his cock gently, kissing the pink aching tip. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back. "who else do i have to keep this dick for? of course it was for you, angel." oh god, that nickname has you every time. you licks his cock slowly, going down and fitting the whole base in your mouth. as you suck him off. him, on the other hand are sweating, tears started to form in that boy's eyes. he had his hands placed prettily under your chin so he has a better view while the other caress your hair ever so sweetly. he is this sweet when receiving a blowjob? oh you could do this everyday if it means he is. "mmh, such a good girl. other boys must not be this thick, right? i know you enjoy this so much, baby." he said in between moans, grunts. you swirl your tongue, making a popping sound when letting his cock go. he felt empty, and cold.

yunho pouted, watching his dick being held and watched by you. "y/n.. why did you do that? more please.." he begged, grabbing your free hand and holding them in his. "i want a favor back." you gently pump his cock, watching him biting his bottom lip. "what is it hm..?" he hummed, thinking about what you possibly want. you leaned and lay your cheeks on his cock, looking up to him. "i want you to cover for me for the presentation soon."

and that, you were being sat on his lap while he does his revision. your top thrown away even god don't know where, your jeans and red panties thrown at the sofa. now, you're being forced to sit on his dick that has cummed a few times because you moved a little. you were facing behind, hugging him so tightly, hoping to not make a certain move or he takes a break to play with your hardened tits again. i said, again. you shuddered at the feeling of his liquid constantly coming out and its touching your walls. "y/n baby, don't move please? i've said this a thousandth times already." as he put his pen down, he pulled you so that you're leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. "aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm can take a break now can i?"

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hehe a small yunho smut for ya'll <3 i miss this man so much and have you seen his airport look? god damn i would devour every single inch of it. and have ya'll seen seonghwa's gianna boyfriend?? goshh if he's not putting a shirt on i'm gonna suck those tits LMAO lmk if theres any error guys.. and remember to drop some hot ass smut thoughts on my inbox please im beggin u

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[stayteezdreams]

Mistletoe Mischief

Plot: Yunho takes every opportunity he can to kiss you under the mistletoe, even if that means him following you around with it.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Kissing (obvs). Mention of wrists being held down (in playful and romantic way)

Words: 1.4k

As you stared into the cupboard, deciding what you wanted to eat, you failed to hear the soft footsteps creeping up behind you. Grabbing a small bag of your favorite chips, you closed the cupboard and turned around, jumping in surprise.

Yunho stood directly behind you, amused grin on his face and hands behind his back. You let out a sigh of annoyance as you placed your and on your chest.

"What are you sneaking up on me for?"

You rose your brow as he continued to smile at you in silence, mischief in his gaze.

Slowly, he brought his hand out from behind his back as he stepped forward to corner you against the counter. Seeing the mistletoe in his hand, you almost rolled your eyes as you barely refrained from chuckling.

"Yunh-"

Before you could get anything else out, he suddenly swooped down and kissed you. You grunted in surprise as you pushed him away, letting out a bewildered chuckle.

"Yunho, stop!" You failed to sound serious as you giggled at his actions.

Yunho chuckled as well as he tried to kiss you again. Successfully dodging his attacks you dipped underneath his arm and ran out of the kitchen with a laugh, Yunho grinned to himself as he watched you flee.

You shook your head in amused annoyance at Yunho's actions. That had been the fourth time he kissed you under the mistletoe. Apparently the first time after you hung it in the doorway was not enough for him. As he decided to instead, carry it around with him and kiss you whenever he wanted, often catching you by surprise.

The second time had been when you were reading something on your phone. You felt him tap your shoulder and when you looked up, he kissed you, mistletoe in hand and grin on his face.

The third time was about half an hour ago, when you had exited the shower, only to be suddenly scooped into his arms and kissed again.

His actions were undoubtedly cute, and quite romantic, but you knew he had no intention of stopping, which meant it would become more of a nuisance the longer it went on.

Not long later, you encountered him again. As you headed down the hall, Yunho stepped out from his office and blocked your path.

You locked eyes for a moment before you quirked your brow, "What?"

"What?" He repeated, innocence in his tone you knew you couldn't trust.

You squinted suspiciously at him before you tried to walk past, only for him to step in front of you. Stepping to the other side, he only followed suit. After this repeated two more times you huffed.

"What are you doing?"

He grinned happily, "You have to pay the tax."

"Tax?"

He nodded, as he pulled out the mistletoe. You bit you lip to repress the smile that threatened to form.

"Yunho." You kept your tone level, serious.

"Y/n." He repeated in the same tone.

You closed your eyes as you let out a soft breath, "You're ridiculous."

He grinned as he tilted his head sideways, "I know but you love me."

You shook your head as your smile broke out. "Fine."

After quickly leaning up to kiss him, you made your way past him before he could stop you again. You could hear his soft chuckle as you disappeared down the hall.

His attacks continued for the next couple of hours as he surprised you with the mistletoe at any opportunity he could. When you were reading, eating, when you were on the phone, any time you walked into the room he was waiting around the corner.

Finally, when he had his own phone call to take, you spotted the mistletoe on the table and quickly grabbed it. Hiding it in the washing machine, you figured he wouldn't find it. You smiled to yourself as you sat down on the couch and began scrolling on your phone.

It wasn't long before you spotted Yunho entering the room, confused look on his face as he obviously scanned the living room for the mistletoe.

He checked the table, then the couch, then the kitchen before he walked past again, patting his pockets.

"Lose something?" You asked as casually as you could as you watched him searching.

He met your eye, and obviously did not suspect you as you appeared genuinely curious.

He shook his head, "Nope."

You rose your brow, "Okay."

His lack of suspicion did not last as he appeared a few minutes later. "Did you hang the mistletoe up somewhere?"

You met his eyes and shook your head, "No, you're the one whose been carrying it around with you all day."

He hummed under his breath as he casually walked over to you on the couch.

He eyed you closely and you stared at him, "What?"

Reaching over to you, he started feeling your pockets and reaching into your sweater sleeves.

"Yunho!" You said with a laugh while attempting to swat him away.

Finally, he moved to check in between the couch cushions and under the pillows.

He let out a sigh before he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Where is it?"

You shook your head innocently, "I don't know."

He glared half-heartedly as he brought his hands to your sides, "I'll give you to the count of three."

"I don't have it Yunho."

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

As he reached three he began squeezing and tickling your sides, causing you to drop your phone and desperately try to protect yourself. As you laughed and yelled out in alarm, Yunho continued his attack before you finally yelled out.

"Fine! Fine! I hid it, but I'm not telling you where it is!"

Yunho laughed as he stopped tickling you, instead pressing his forehead against yours.

"Is that so?"

You nodded your head, and he only grinned wider. Adjusting himself so he was sitting on top of you, caging you against the couch, you saw a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

He leaned forward, bringing his mouth next to your ear. "I don't need mistletoe to kiss you."

Suddenly he began kissing you everywhere. Neck, cheek, nose, forehead, and lips.

You failed to hold back your giggles from the onslaught of kisses, failing to push him away as he grabbed and held your wrists.

"Yunho!" You yelled out in a fit of giggles, causing him to finally stop after placing one last kiss to your lips.

You leaned forward, pushing your face into his chest in case he started again. He laughed as he held you against him instead, placing one last kiss on the top of your head.

After a moment of silence he spoke again, "Did it really bother you that much? The mistletoe?"

Pulling away from him and leaning your head back back on the couch you smiled up at him and shook your head. "No, you've just been bombarding me with it so much I thought I'd get back at you a bit."

He pouted dramatically as he gently held your hands. You laughed and shook your head.

"You can't have it back until tomorrow. And I'm limiting the kisses to ten!"

He leaned back as he sighed dramatically making you giggle.

"Only ten?" He asked softly with a pout as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours again.

His puppy dog eyes shined brightly as you rolled your eyes, but gave in. "Okay, fifteen."

"Hmmm, how about fifty?"

"Fifty!?" You laughed.

"What?! Don't I normally kiss you a lot more than fifty times a day?"

You shook your head and he frowned. "Really? I gotta up my boyfriend game then."

You laughed as you gently smacked his shoulders. "You do, but not with the mistletoe."

He grinned as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. "Okay. So... fifteen kisses with the mistletoe, and unlimited without?"

You laughed before groaning, "You're impossible."

He chuckled as he settled on the couch beside you, wrapping you in his arms and pressing his face into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you held him close.

"Guess what?" He mumbled a moment later.

"What?"

As he shuffled around a bit, you watched as he suddenly held something up.

"Wha-"

He chuckled into your neck as he dangled the mistletoe playfully, "I found it a long time ago."

You groaned as you lied your head back on the couch, only for him to reach his hand around the back of your neck and make you look at him. He held the mistletoe above your head as he grinned mischievously.

"The fifteen limit doesn't start until tomorrow right?"

xx End xx

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[f4irys4n]

dating yunho

jeong yunho x afab! reader

the before, during and nsfw sides of your relationship.

wc 1.3 k

before dating

pls before you get together, he'd have the biggest crush on you

and he'd be so awkward. he would not be able to hide it

every time you walk into the room. bright red.

it'd take a long time for him to gain the courage to even look you in the eye, because for a while he wouldn't be able to do anything but grin

i think he'd be the kind of guy to have a fully thought out plan to ask you out but then would opt out at the last second

he'd talked it all through with the other members a not so smart move to make sure he had the best plan possible just for you

i can imagine him buying you flowers on valentines day, a whole speech prepared but the second he knocks on your door and hears movement on the other side

he's gone.

he'd leave the flowers at the doorstep and bolt

and as soon as the boys found out, yunho wouldn't be able to live it down

i mean... he still doesn't

eventually he'd gain the courage to tell you

or more like wooyoung blurted it out one day completely oblivious to the fact that you were sitting right there

so the poor boy literally had zero choice but to address what was said

insert a deep conversation where yunho confesses to you after he storms off pouting because wooyoung outed him after promising he wouldn't

would definitely stutter

the kinda guy to constantly stress 'it's okay if you don't like me back it's just...' or 'we can stay friends, i just need to get this off my chest' despite it being deadly obvious you like him back

during dating

jump to present day and omg isnt he just so boyfriend material

constantly smothering you in hugs and kisses literally any chance he gets

whenever you’ve had a hard day at work or university, he’s definitely the kind of guy to run you a bath and try cook you dinner to help you relax as much as he can, or quickly run to the shop to get your favourite snacks and host a little movie night for the both of you.

dating him means you officially adopt all of his jumpers and hoodies, you literally have no choice. oh no, you were held against your will

seeing you in his clothes warms his heart

cooking dates!!!!

one of your first ever dates, he came around to your house and you both attempted to cook spaghetti

but it ended up basically being a good fight

you’d be mixing the sauce and he’d full on dip his fingers in it just to swipe it across your face whilst giggling to himself before running off

and instead of running after him like he'd expect, you just decided to grab and hand full of flour and launch it across the kitchen to reach him

he never really cooked before you, instant ramen and takeouts were his thing, but now cooking with you is his favourite things to do

when you first got together, it was a little hard due to living with 7 other boys, who were constantly about.

as much as you loved them as well i mean you're their friends having any alone time to do such simple things such as cuddle was difficult

and any time you did show affection to each other in front of the group, it'd be met with loud cheers or fake gipping from wooyoung

grabby hands when he wants to cuddle you.

whines every time you get out of bed and overdramatically begs you to come back because he's 'lonely' or going to 'freeze to death' without you.

wraps his hands around your waist whenever he gets the chance

he loves being close to you, no matter where

loves hearing you speak about your day, your interests, anything you've got planned or anything such. will position himself cross-legged and stare at you like you're the most ethereal being to ever walk upon the earth, taking in every last little thing you've said.

will constantly talk about his future with you

there's no doubt in my mind that he's a buy a house together, get married, and have kids/pets kind of man, and that doesn't change with you

and god, when he does move in with you, hell does he get excited

he'd get ecstatic over the basic things like brushing your teeth together, sharing a wardrobe, cooking all your meals together etc

if he's been up practicing all night, until early hours of the morning, he'll always run to the earliest opening coffee shop to pick something up for you because he knows you'll be getting up for work by the time he gets back

sometimes, if he's early enough, he'll even cook you breakfast so you don't have to

date nights every friday night unless his schedule like touring overlaps

and he lives for these nights

whether it be a stay in date, making heart shaped pizzas, or him taking you out to a fancy restaurant and admiring how stunning you look the entire time.

whenever he's on tour, he does nothing but phone or facetime you

they could all be practicing and yunho will be like 'guys! say hi to y/n' or 'y/n wants to watch us practice!!' and nothing makes him happier

like all relationships, you do get into small arguments

but you can genuinely say that neither of you have ever shouted at each other

despite yunho being scary when he's angry, he could never be like that towards you in his life

most arguments are usually about yunho overworking himself, and him denying it or the same situation but reversed. or just stupid things like yunho getting jealous over some person giving you a little too much attention for his liking.

even though he doesn't like to admit it he can get really jealous, it's not often but when he does it's so noticeable despite him trying to mask it

he pouts, rolls his eyes and makes small little off comments at whoever is causing him this jealousy and gets more touchy-feely than usual to make sure everyone knows that you're taken

brief nsfw

he's definitely a dom

there's absolutely no doubt about it

it just depends on his mood whether he wants to be hard or soft

so we've all seen his fingers, right?

well.. he can seriously put them to use and he loves watching you fall apart all over them because of him

hearing you whine and moan because of him. music to his ears

he loves nothing more than to have his ears filled with your pretty sounds

honestly.. it's an ego boost for him and he can't help but smirk the entire time he's making you squirm just because of his fingers

and you know what they say about men with big hands and feet? in mr jeong yunho's case, it's true. more than true.

size kink to the max!!!

i feel like this is a given with yunho, but it honestly makes him go wild. even if it's the smallest size difference, it'll still drive him crazy

he just loves manhandling you and towering over you

most of the time, he is on the softer side; peppering you in kisses, praising you, worshiping your body and treating you so well..

but then there's other times where he's not so friendly

hard dom yunho usually comes out when he's jealous and despite knowing you'd never, ever get with anyone else, it's satisfying to him that he was able to seal that in with the sounds of your moans

jealousy sex with yunho is something different

the dirty whispers in your ears, the tight gripping on your skin, the harsh spanking with a pleased look at the hand print on your ass cheek

watching you choke on his cock is one of his favourite sights

the way spit runs down your chin and how you struggle to take it all in your mouth, makes him twitch

nothing could turn him on more

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[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Reacting to best friend!Yunho's thirst traps

Warnings : swearing, suggestive af

A/N : The way this man has been bias wrecking me lately 🥵

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Part 1

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[mingtinys]

Bad Day

pairing : jeong yunho x gn!reader

angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : language , yelling , insecurities

word count : 2.5 k

requested ? no

a/n : i feel like we rarely see yunho being anything but a ball of sunshine , so i thought this would be an interesting perspective to write about

"Hello..?" The voice on the phone is mumbled, but deep and undeniably Mingi's. He sounds tired, like he's fighting off the last remnants of sleep after being woken too soon. You suddenly feel bad for calling so late, especially after a dance practice. Maybe you were overreacting.

"Sorry, is this a bad time?"

A yawn. "No, no, you're fine. What's up?"

"I just haven't heard from Yunho yet, do you know if he's still up?" Based on what Yunho had told you this morning, dance practice ended at 9 pm. It's now midnight and you'd yet to hear from Ateez's lead dancer.

There's a pause.

"Is he not with you?"

Your heart sinks just a little at the thought of Yunho being unheard from by even his best friend. But you push any worrisome thoughts down for the time being. Perhaps his phone is dead or he came back to the dorms without Mingi noticing.

"No, did he say he was supposed to be with me?" Your words come out more urgent than you wish them to. Mingi must take notice because when he speaks next his voice loses its tired edge and he seems more alert.

"Oh, no! He didn't say anything. It was just a rough practice today so I figured he'd go straight to see you— hold on let me go ask Hongjoong."

There's shuffling on the other side, which you presume to be Mingi going to Hongjoong's room. It only takes a few seconds for you to hear his voice again, this time just a little more distant.

"Hyung, do you know where Yunho is? Y/N's asking."

Hongjoong's voice is too quiet for you to make out anything he says. At some point, Mingi drops to a whisper as well and the two discuss to themselves. You mess with your fingers as you wait for Mingi to reiterate the conversation.

"You still there?" His voice finally comes through. You give a short confirmation and Mingi continues. "Hongjoong said he's still at the studio."

Though still concerned for him working way past normal hours, you let out a relieved sigh. Mingi says goodnight to Hongjoong on the other side and you take it upon yourself to ask one more question. "Do you think it's best just to let him be then?"

He takes a beat to think. Then, "I actually think he'd appreciate seeing you, maybe it’ll cheer him up."

"What exactly happened?"

"We had a new choreographer today, the guy was a serious piece of work. It's like nothing any of us did was up to his standards, but he was particularly hard on Yunho. He seemed pretty dejected by the end of it." He explains.

Your heart aches for Yunho, someone who takes immense joy and pride in his work. To be shot down and berated time after time must have been grating.

"Alright, I'll go see if I can get him to at least rest. Thank you, Mingi."

"Of course– oh and Y/N?" Mingi asks a second before you can hit "end."

"Hmm?"

"Can you tell him he did well, even if he doesn't think so? He wouldn't hear it from us, but he tends to listen to you."

Mingi doesn't get sentimental often, nor does he take such a serious tone. It's unsettling really, but sweet, and it leaves no doubt in your mind that tonight's practice really was hell.

"I will, you all take care of yourselves as well."

"We will. Goodnight, Y/N."

You bid him goodnight as well before ending the call.

It doesn't take long to gather your things and head to the dance studio. Maybe thirty minutes max, which included a stop at a nearby 24-hour convenience store for two cans of cold coffee.

The night-time security guard happily allows you in with a polite greeting. If he's not supposed to, he doesn't make it known. After a full year of dating Yunho, you were on friendly terms with most of KQ's staff, so it’s easy to get away with stuff like this.

The practice room pulses with a new song that echoes down the halls. It's way too loud for this time of night, but makes navigating KQ's halls a little easier. You follow the increasing volume until it comes to a crescendo just past a door with a small glass window cut into it. Through it, you spot Yunho dressed in sweats and mid-dance. Though his body isn't moving as fluidly with the music as it usually does. Instead, his moves are jagged and forceful, but most of all sluggish. You aren't sure how long exactly he's been going at this, but it's clear exhaustion set in long ago. 

Yunho stops suddenly, muttering to himself as he strides across the room to pause the music. He leans against the desk where the laptop sits on and drops his head into his hands. His shoulders move up and down with heavy breaths, and you feel awkward interrupting such a moment without warning.

So you lightly rasp three times on the door to alert him of your presence before easing into the room. You just barely catch the tail end of him muttering out a quiet, "fuck."

It's rare to hear him curse in a non-lighthearted matter. But in just a few seconds, Yunho straightens himself out as if nothing happened. He must have been expecting the security guard or quite literally anyone else, because he completely freezes when he turns around and sees you.

You're finally able to fully take in his appearance, and he looks rough. You're not sure you've ever seen him so sweaty and worn out in your life. His grey t-shirt is drenched, and it sticks to his skin in a way you can't imagine being comfortable. Strands of dark brown hair clump together and splay across his forehead. His breathing is deep and heavy, like he's trying to suck down as much air as humanly possible. You aren't able to tell if his red and puffy features are due to overheating or crying; maybe both. Yunho's usually bright and excited brown eyes look dull and lifeless. Dark under circles hang below, making his face look more gaunt than usual. It's truly a pitiful sight to behold.

"Babe... what are you doing here?" The way he forces a sweet saccharine tone into his voice sinks your heart into your stomach. He really does try his best to cover his beaten-down demeanor. But it's strained, and the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Mingi said you were practicing late, thought I'd bring some coffee." You extend one of the cans to him, and he takes it before setting it down next to the laptop.

Again, he attempts a smile. "Thank you, I'll call you after I'm done, yeah?"

"Why don't you take a break?" your hand comes to rest on his bicep, grazing over the feverish skin with your thumb. "We can sit, have some coffee, talk about your day. . ."

"Not right now babe, maybe another time okay?" He grows antsy with each word and shrugs off your hand. It's clear something is bothering him. And unfortunately, when Yunho feels an overwhelming rush of negative emotions he tends to put on a brave face and lock himself away until it passes. You've always respected his need for space while he learns it's okay to lean on you during these times. But you have to admit, it's frustrating when he shuts you out. He's too concerned with keeping up his playful and joyous demeanor to even consider the idea of looking for support.

"Yunho—" you start, but are immediately cut off by the overpowering speakers as he restarts the song and strides back to the center of the floor.

He picks back up from the start, and you decide it's best to wait him out. It's useless to try and pry something out of him right now. So you set your things down and lean against a wall.

Normally you enjoy watching Yunho dance, whether it be practices or performances. He's insanely talented, yet most of all, takes immense joy in dancing. His grace radiates across the stage and never fails to bring a smile to your face. But right now he just seems … sad. He isn't enjoying it like usual, nor is he putting much heart into it.

Frustration emanates throughout the room with him at the center. It's such a rare sight to see. Yunho absolutely at his wit's end, struggling like someone had placed one hundred pound weights on each shoulder.

You're startled from your thoughts at the sound of a loud thud and shouted "shit!" You look up just in time to see Yunho on the floor, large hands gripping his ankle and face contorted in pain.

You're kneeling beside him within seconds, hands hovering around where he's holding, unsure of how to help. "Shit, Yunho."

"I'm fine! Just– why don't you head home?" He slowly picks himself off the ground, wincing every time he accidentally puts too much pressure on his left foot. He's able to stand, albeit wobbly, but it's a good sign of nothing being broken. Probably just a sprain, easily fixed with ice and a good night's rest. If he ever lets you talk some sense into his head.

"Why don't we go home together?"

"I really can't, okay? Please just go!" It comes out harsher than he'd intended. But the frustration is getting to him, and you know he's trying anything to get you to leave before he fully implodes. So you don't have to see him any worse than he already is.

"I don't know what exactly happened today and I understand you're upset, but that doesn't mean it's okay to take it out on me."

A flash of irritation etches itself into his features, but it's gone just as fast as it came. Yunho takes a deep breath. Then another. "You're right, I'm sorry for blowing up at you. But please, I just want to be alone right now."

There's still an edge of urgency in his strained voice, but you accept the apology.

There's a moment of silence that blankets the room as the music fades to an end. In the commotion, you barely registered it was still playing. But its absence now leaves a palpable tension in the room, the only sounds being Yunho's ragged breaths. He must have expected you to just leave without another word from the way he's expectantly looking at you.

You shift in your spot.

"Babe please–"

"I'm not going until I know you're okay."

The muscles in his jaw visibly tense and his fists curl into balls at his side, knuckles white from the pressure. "It was just a bad day." He spits through clenched teeth.

You nod and another few moments pass. There's a glossy sheen over his already reddened eyes. He pushes down what sounds like the start of a cry, but it only causes his chest to constrict and spasm further.

"We had a new choreographer today and he–"

A pathetic hiccup breaks past his lips and it's the first leak in his already crumbling dam that is able to break through the disguise he put on. He tries to conceal it, turning his back to you and roughly gripping at his hair. It's a poor attempt at best, made even more pitiful by him still nursing his left ankle.

You rush to comfort him any way you know how when the next sob rips its way through his throat. Wrapping your arms securely around his midsection and giving a reassuring squeeze. You press a kiss to his shoulder blade and rest your head against his back, mumbling kind affirmations to coax the full story out of him.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" Sobs shake through his entire body as he finally gives in. "But nothing I did was good enough. He just kept saying 'it's not right, you're too slow, too awkward, too lazy.'"

"He sounds like an idiot," you mumble against Yunho's back.

He doesn't hear your comment, or if he did he doesn't acknowledge it. "I thought I could stay late and fix it but— it's not fucking working. I can't get it, I keep stumbling and forgetting the moves, and I–"

Another sob breaks his sentence in half, but he continues on.

"And I hate feeling like this. I never meant to yell or for you to see me like this," he's rushing through his words, trying to redeem any piece of himself he can at this point. "I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have to—"

"Yunho, please look at me." He doesn't respond at first, only stills in your hold at the request. "Please."

Begrudgingly, he turns around. His hands fall from his hair and hang loosely at his sides, shoulders slumped. Yunho still refuses to meet your eyes, head tilted down at the floor instead.

Your hands come to cup his jaw ever so gently, swiping away stray tears. You tilt your head to catch his watery gaze. For the first time ever, Yunho feels unbelievably small in your grasp and it makes your heart ache in a way that tightens a knot in your throat.

"Please stop apologizing, Yunho." Your voice is merely a whisper. "I love you, so much. Good and bad days alike, I promise nothing will ever change that."

His eyes squeeze shut and his lip quivers ever so slightly. He tries to drop his head back down, but your palms on his jaw support the weight. "You don't always have to act so brave all the time. It's okay to be upset, I would never judge you for it."

Slowly, his eyes flutter open, wet lashes clumping together as another wave of tears rolls in. He scans your face, soft brown irises darting back and forth. If he's looking for any sign of dishonesty; it isn't there. Your words are genuine and tell him everything he didn't know he needed to hear.

A newfound vulnerability registers in his expression. It hits him all at once as he collapses into your embrace. Strong arms pulling you impossibly close, he smells of sweat and floor cleaner with just a hint of his body wash lingering on his skin. He fists the back of your shirt, shaky hands grasping desperately as if harsh waves have been pushing him deeper and deeper underwater and you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

You cradle his head into the crook of your neck protectively. Smoothing back his hair and tracing delicate circles across the skin at the base of his neck. Wet tears absorb into the fabric of your shirt, but it doesn't matter.

"I wanna go home." He whimpers against your skin, but makes no attempt to let go. In fact, he tightens his hold on your shirt even more so. There's no rush to get home, so you let him stay, prepared to hold him for as long as he needs.

"You did well today, Yunho. I'm really proud of you, everyone is." You whisper, and you really hope this time he's able to believe it.

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[hanniiesuckle17]

Chapter 76: 💛

A/n: ong guys I’m so sorry I disappeared especially right before the series was coming to a close. Dw there’s still a lil wrap up left! But I’m so sorry I ghosted. Enjoy my loves!!

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Reader

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

Updates: Wednesday 8 PM CDT (Hopefully)

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+ Themes (eventually), Intense threats, Mention of suicide, Mention of violence

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he's truly worth giving up the life she's dreamed of... and how much damage she'll let happen before she makes a decision.

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[satoruvt]

[12:12 AM]

yunho, 407 words, fluff, sfw, no warnings.

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEE i love yunho

It takes two and a half knocks for the door in front of you to open, and for you to be pulled inside of the room with a squeal a little too loud for the close quarters of the dorms. Two and a half, because your knuckles are literally making contact with the door when it opens, and the sound ends up cut off and weird.

Nearly as soon as you’re pulled inside, the door behind you is all but slammed shut and you’re pulled close to Yunho. You can’t help the laugh that leaves your mouth when he looks at you, excited and happy. “Hi,” you manage to get out. Yunho grins back at you.

“Hey,” he says, then presses his lips to your forehead. You almost want to hum at the feeling. “Who let you in?”

“Yeosang,” you respond, letting Yunho place another kiss on your eyebrow. You squint your eye as he moves to your temple. “He said you owe him one.”

Yunho scoffs and you smile. One of his hands tangles with yours, the other on one side of your face. You look at him for a while, lost in the hearts in his eyes and the curve of his cheeks and the slope of his nose, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “How was the concert? Good?”

“Great,” Yunho says, stepping impossibly closer to you. Your back hits his door, and you realize you haven’t seen any part of his room except this door since you’ve been here. “We can talk about it later, though. Missed you.”

“Oh,” you murmur, feeling something familiar rush up through you. Yunho nods, a little like he’s waiting for you to catch up. Your face feels hot.

“Yeah,” he says. He pushes closer and you untangle your fingers, loop both of your arms around his shoulders. Instinct. “I’m gonna kiss you now, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you say.

“Okay,” he says.

And he does. It’s sweet, and so Yunho; the pressure of his lips and the way he holds you. Gently, but out of care. His thumbs draw indiscernible shapes on your hipbones. And you missed him too – the last few weeks have been texts and FaceTimes – but you didn’t think you missed him this much. Didn’t think you needed him near you this bad. 

You feel him smile against your lips and match it, easy, until both of you are grinning and pliant in each other’s hold.

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general warnings : fem!reader, scream!au, killer/ghostface!yunho, bordering yandere/obsession, murder, horror

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[blu-joons]

The Confession ~ Jeong Yunho

A groan came from you as you put out scissors whilst Yunho put out rock, turning into your bag to pull out your purse. You reluctantly stood up from the sofa, trying your best to ignore the laughter that came from Yunho still sat at his desk as he watched you get yourself sorted.

The two of you both wanted coffee, but neither of you wanted to be the one to go, with a game of rock, paper, scissors the only way for the two of you to decide, with you being the loser.

“I’ll have an iced americano,” Yunho sweetly smiled across to you as you pulled your card out of your purse before throwing it back into your bag.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate being your friend?” You asked him, pushing his chair back so that it crashed against his desk as you walked past him.

Yet another laugh came from him, “you agreed to rock, paper, scissors, it’s not my fault Y/N.”

Your eyes widened back across to Yunho, “you’re supposed to be a gentleman, you should offer to go and get the coffees rather than actually make me go and do it,” you told him before opening up the studio door and leaving.

Minutes later, the studio door flew open again, with Yunho spinning around, a sigh came from him when he saw Wooyoung staring back at him, hoping it was you and that you were done quickly.

“Don’t look too pleased to see me, will you?”

Yunho quickly apologised as he made a bit of room on the sofa where you had made yourself comfortable for Wooyoung to sit down. Yunho took your bag and placed it under his desk, keeping it nice and safe.

“Where is Y/N?” Wooyoung asked as he looked around to notice a lot of your stuff still around, eyes landing on how keen Yunho was to try and keep all of your stuff together.

Just the mention of your name brought a smile to Yunho’s face, which Wooyoung didn’t miss. “She’s just gone to go and get some coffee, we’re both running out of energy in this place, and she lost the game to be the one to fetch it.”

Wooyoung’s head nodded as he listened to Yunho’s voice, drawn to how excited he sounded as soon as he started talking about you. It was a quality of his that very few people missed, but Wooyoung especially could tell just how excited Yunho was whenever he was around you.

“Are you really going to pretend to want to be Y/N’s best friend forever?” Wooyoung suddenly asked him, “I mean you’ve been dancing around Y/N for so long, but you can’t keep quiet forever and not tell her that you like her.”

Yunho’s head shook as soon as Wooyoung asked the question, “our friendship is in a really good place right now and I don’t want to mess that up. Y/N wants to be my friend, but how can I guarantee that she’d want to be my partner?”

“What makes the two of you work?” Wooyoung then quizzed, “think of all the things between the two of you that could make you both a good couple.”

Yunho took a moment to think, pursing his lips together before shrugging across at Wooyoung. “What if the things that I reckon could make a good relationship between the two of us aren’t what Y/N thinks.”

A roll of the eyes came from Wooyoung as Yunho continued to fret. “Don’t underestimate yourself like this, you’ve got loads between you both that would easily help the two of you move from a friendship into a relationship.

“I think Y/N just thinks I’m a clown sometimes, a jokster.”

“But she’s always laughing with you,” Wooyoung noted.

“I don’t want to just make her laugh; I want to do so much more for her.”

As the conversation got deeper, the boys were unaware of your presence back just outside the studio. As you went to grab onto the handle, you heard a mention of your name, letting it go and standing just beside the door.

“I really want to be with Y/N, but I think she thinks I’m too much of a mess to be in a relationship,” you heard Yunho say behind the door.

“You’re not a mess, that’s why she’s your friend.”

Another sigh came from Yunho as Wooyoung corrected him, “if I confess to her, I don’t want that to mean that I’ll lose her.”

As soon as you heard the word confession, you opened up the studio door, watching as both of the boys jumped. Yunho sunk down in his chair as soon as he met your eyes, a panicked expression on his face as Wooyoung stood up from where he sat.

“Did you just get back?” Yunho nervously asked you, terrified of what you’d heard, “I didn’t even hear you walking back through the corridor.”

“I’m just going to go,” Wooyoung whispered, sliding around you as he felt the awkwardness in the room between the two of you, knowing that it was for the best to leave the two of you to it as he realised that he’d dropped Yunho in it with you.

Once Wooyoung left, you sat back down where he was sat on the sofa. “Did you hear?” Yunho questioned, knowing by the smile on your face that you had caught onto at least a little bit of what they had talked about.

Your head slowly nodded as you placed Yunho’s drink down on the coffee table for him to pick back up. “I heard my name, what else could I do but worry about what you were saying?”

“Did it make you worry?” Yunho asked, slowly sitting himself back up again, “did hearing that I want to confess to you scare you or anything?”

“It didn’t scare me, not in the slightest Yunho.”

His head nodded as he tried his best to stay calm, “if it didn’t scare you, then what did it do? I don’t want for it to ruin anything Y/N.”

Your head shook back across at Yunho as you took a couple of small sips from your drink too. What you had heard really hadn’t scared you, instead it left you with a smile, and a heart that was racing incredibly quickly too.

“It made me happy,” you told him, keeping your voice relaxed, watching as Yunho’s eyes quickly lit up and flickered across to look at you, “I’m glad I heard you say it.”

“You’re glad that I confessed?” He quizzed in reply.

Your head nodded back at him straight away, “I was always worried that if I confessed it would ruin thinks, so I just left it. But now that I know that you were thinking of requesting, I know that I never should have worried like I did.”

“Oh,” Yunho whispered, taken aback by what you said, never expecting you to feel the same way as he did. “I really had no idea that you liked me, I thought you just thought I was the funny friend, the one that liked to clown around.”

Your head shook back at him, although you loved how much Yunho made you laugh, there was so much more about him that you liked too, far too much for you to ever be able to put it into words to tell him.

“You’re the best clown,” you teased, “a clown that I wouldn’t mind going on a date with sometime.”

“I’ll take you on the best date ever, I promise.”

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[dreams-of-yunho]

du vin en hiver pt. II

yunho x female reader rating: m. genre: new series! smut with a trope twist you all will love! w.c.: 1.4k warnings: none for this chapter :) summary: y/n moves in with her best friend's older brother Yunho and can't help but falling for him. ______________________________________________________________

It was the first, genuinely good night sleep you had gotten in years but you were startled awake by the violent trill of your iPhone alarm, you know the sound. And fucking shit, you had work. Throwing on your uniform and popping a stick of gum in your mouth, you searched through dresser drawers looking for your nicotine patches. These small squares of precious magic that were now a necessity having moved into Yunho’s non-smoking building. 

They’re in the bathroom you thought. 

Grabbing your bag and scurrying down the hall, one shoe half on, belt missing loops, you reached for the bathroom door knob only for it to rebut your advances. A faint light seeped through a crack at the floor, a fine mist rising; someone was in the shower. 

You pounded aggressively on the door, “Jane,” your voice was muffled as you struggled to fasten your watch with your teeth. “I need my nicotine patches! I have to go to work!” The pipes creaked as the water was shut off. You heard the glass door open and the lock to the door turn. Yet, it was Yunho, not Jane, who stood soaking wet in the doorway. 

Blush shot to your cheeks. “Um, I'm just looking for my nicotine patches. I thought maybe I had left them in here.” Your eyes were super glued to the point where the living room flooring met the bathroom tile. 

His eyes were groggy and his plush lips puffy.  “Oh, yeah,” he moved to the side. “Go ahead.” You gave him a meek smile and walked past, into the humid bathroom. 

You rummaged through a few drawers but to no avail. Defeated, you walked past him again. 

As he was closing the door, he stopped and spoke: “y/n.”

You turned around. 

“You look very pretty today,” and he shut the bathroom door. 

Just kind of standing there, you didn’t know how to react. But you couldn’t help a smile from tugging at your lips. 

At work and classes, you couldn’t stop thinking about him: your best friend’s brother. How golden he looked that morning. The way water dripped from his ebony curls. The curve of his cupid’s bow. Fuck, you wanted to kiss those lips. 

A euphoric feeling, untying your shoes and peeling off your socks to feel your feet against the entryway’s carpet. 

“Hello?” Jane’s voice called.

“Hey,” you shoved off your coat and followed your nose to the smell of food in the kitchen. “What did you get?” you asked as Jane placed three plates on the counter.

“I don’t know.” She opened the boxes of food. “Some sort of tomato-ed pasta. Idk Yunho got it, don’t ask me.”

You unwrapped your scarf. “Jeez okay. I’ll be right back, just let me change and wash up.” 

Footsteps advanced. “It’s ravioli, Jane, not rocket science.” You turned to see Yunho standing there: flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt that was just a tad too tight. unconsciously, you soaked up the definition of his arms and chest under the kitchen fluorescents. When you noticed yourself staring, you had to really, intentionally pull your gaze away from him and command your feet to move toward your room. “Sounds good,” you spoke unnaturally. 

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you heard a voice call after you. “Y/n, do you want water or Cola, or,” the bottles in the fridge door rattled as Jane opened it. “We have half a bottle of wine and I think this is orange juice?” 

Your dirtied work uniform was tossed hurriedly on the floor and across your rug. You pulled on a pair of pink lounging sweats and a crew neck with your university’s mascot printed on the front and mystery stain on the right boob. “Water is fine.” You shouted back, pulling the bobby pins out of your hair and scrubbing a makeup wipe over your face. Guiding your feet into your slippers, you opened the bedroom door and walked into the kitchen. 

Yunho and Jane were sitting in the living room on the couch, watching something on the TV. “Your plate is on the counter,” Jane motioned behind her with her fork to the prepared plate of Ravioli and sides. 

“Thanks,” you grabbed the food and went to join them on the couch. 

Sitting in between your two roommates, you crossed your legs, criss-cross-applesauce, to balance the plate on your lap. “What are we watching?” You raised the fork to your mouth. 

“It’s Friends, dumbass,” Jane laughed. 

You took a second look at the TV, recognizing the familiar sitcom. “Oh, yeah,” you agreed.

“Would you rather watch something else?” Yunho reached for the remote. 

You reached out to stop him, placing your hand on his. He stilled. “No, I like Friends.” 

If you had focused, you could’ve felt his pulse beat rapidly at your touch and if you had faced him, you would’ve seen the strawberry-blush grow across the apples of his cheeks. She’s just happy to watch a show with her best friend Yunho though, pulling his hand back to his lap. 

The evening continued like this: the munching of ravioli and your laughs accompanied by the canned ones of the 90’s sitcom. As it got later, Jane leaned into you and pulled a blanket across your legs, her eyelids growing heavy. 

Yawwwwnnnnn, Jane stretched her arms above her head and announced: “I’m going to bed.” 

“Okay,” you extended your plate to her. “Can you put this in the sink pretty please?” You gave her a sweet, eye-crinkling smile. 

“Fine,” she stood and took the plate, motioning for Yunho to hand her his too.

He did, thanking her. “We can watch something else,” Yunho suggested after Jane had gone to bed. 

“Really,” you sank deeper into the warm embrace of the couch. “I’m okay with this.” 

“Okay,” he was oddly silent, you noted. You wondered if he had had a difficult day at work but decided not to pry by asking. Come to think of it, you pondered deeper on the subject, you didn’t really know what he did.

“Yunho,” your voice carried to his ears and he hummed in response. “What kind of work do you do?”

You could hear a smile in his voice. “Data projection for a funds management firm,”

You blinked at him, his words not computing in your little brain. “Ah, and that would mean of course, in layman’s terms if you would?” 

He chuckled. “I look at numbers and then decide if the company will make enough money for what it’s spending.” 

“Yunho, I’m sorry, but that sounds terrible.”

He stretched his arms out in front of himself, cracking his fingers and stretching the muscles of his forearms. “It’s not too bad.” 

You turned to see him smiling at you and it was just one of those moments where you both decided to fuck it and kiss the other person. 

He leaned into your face, his arms supporting himself but careful not to touch you. Your heart pounded furiously in your ears as you closed your eyes and leaned to meet his lips. He exhaled from his nose, his hot breath meeting your cheeks, and every muscle in your body tensed. 

Tentatively, you reached a hand forward and touched his thigh. His hand met your waist in response. 

And then, suddenly, you were making out on the couch. 

Your tongues fought for dominance, his ultimately winning, brushing against your bottom teeth. His hand ran the length of your body and you gripped his thigh. The kiss became harder until he was falling back and you were on top of him. You straddle one of his elevated thighs and tucked your finger under his shirt, kneading the dense muscles of his sides. 

His hands were on your ass, not moving, but resting against the soft fabric of your pants. Your hips threatened to move against him and you could feel him growing against your stomach. And suddenly the situation didn’t feel right. 

Despite the overwhelming softness of his lips, you could taste that half a bottle of wine on his tongue and your heart sank a little. Was he just kissing you cause he was drunk? You pushed gently on his chest and he released your lips. Gazing down into his sparkling eyes, you forced yourself from the couch. “I don’t think we should be doing this.” You turned and ran to your room.

The door slamming behind you, you sank to the floor in the soft glow of the city lights. Your chest heaved as you unwrapped the reality of your situation. Your best friend's brother, your roommate, had drunk-kissed you on the couch. You heard footsteps approach and then veer as Yunho went into his bedroom. But his taste was still in your mouth, spread over your tongue. God, he tasted so good. 

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[k-hotchoisan]

body language

<yunho x fem!reader>

well, pining after your brother’s fucking attractive best friend isn’t a sin if he doesn’t know right? nobody has to know.

nobody has to know that you're lodged in his fantasies when the nights deepen.

nobody has to know what happens when you're forced to share a room with Yunho.

Genre/Warnings: smut, big dick! X Perverted! Yunho, unprotected sex, low key corruption kink, mutual pining, cream pies, fingering, orgasms, overstimulation, oh no they are forced to share a room!, sexual tension, dirty talk

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @yourlocaljonghoe @itza-meee

🩷 back to staying perverted

A/N: send me to jail for being so inactive TT I know life happens and I shouldn't apologise for going mia for a bit but I still feel so bad! Nonetheless, please continue giving my works as much love as you all always do, and that ya'll are my source of motivation. Thank you for waiting ❤️

Undoubtedly, it’s either your brother has good taste in making friends, or you just have interesting taste in men, because out of all men you had a crush on, it had to be the one closest to your brother—Jeong Yunho. Something about him made your heart flutter uncontrollably. Maybe it was the way he would lean in towards you when he wanted to whisper something in your ear, keeping your brother an arm’s length while his voice tickled perfectly as it reverberates in your brain. Maybe it was the way he would hold your stare for a couple of seconds before his pretty smiles spreads across his lips, as if he was keeping a secret that he wants to tell you. Maybe it was the way he would bump his arm against yours when he wants to ally with you to piss your brother off. 

Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny that the feelings you had for him were growing exponentially. How you managed to keep said feelings in bay was a mystery. You could attribute it to knowing Yunho for as long as you did. Maybe he treated everyone nice and politely like that. It was hard not to keep your hopes up sometimes and it really made you frustrated. 

“A chalet?” You repeat. “What’s the occasion?” 

“Just a weekend out”, your brother replies. “A couple of friends will be coming. You know them, including Yunho.”

“Are you going?” Yunho suddenly asks. 

You break eye contact with Yunho, going back to your phone. “No. I’m going on a date.”

Yunho’s eyes widen. There is a flash of panic that flickers in his eyes. His words spill out of him before he realises it. 

“With who? How come I didn’t know?” 

You cast a confused glance at him. “Why would you need to know?”

That was when Yunho realises, and he simmers down, going back to hiding behind his phone screen. He bites his tongue, hoping you nor your brother ha caught on. But thankfully, no one else questions him. In fact, your brother doubles down.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me?” Your brother echos. 

“As if you’re interested in my love life”, you playfully retort, rolling your eyes before you disappear into your room, before Yunho starts to hear your heartbeat right in your ears again. 

Yunho stares blankly at his phone, still processing that you’ll be going on a date. Something sits uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. He’s running his brain, thinking of a million ways to make you cancel the date, half of it under the pretence of your brother. How could he do it without making it obvious? 

“And why would I cancel my date, Jeong Yunho?” You ask, your arms crossed. For some reason, your brother and Yunho were suddenly way too interested in your date. Especially Yunho. He would not get off your back about it. 

“It’s dangerous? Who knows he might be a serial killer!” He was really dramatic about too, might you add. 

You scoff, and an amused smile tugs the corner of your lips, as your hand reaches out to pat his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Yun. You’re on my speed dial if anything happens okay?” 

For a moment, you feel his gaze piercing right into you, as if time didn’t exist—the both of you caught in between each other’s gazes, Yunho looking like he wants to say something, but he stops himself. You quickly break the eye contact, remembering that he’s your brother’s best friend, and that Yunho is just being as worried as your brother. Nothing more than that. Yunho wants to hold the gaze longer. He almost wants to break the imaginary boundaries then both of you set, but he snaps into to reality when he watches you leave, his voice trapped in his throat. 

Fuck. Looks like he’s the one losing now. 

It doesn’t help that during that night, you slip into his dreams, and instead of you leaving, he has your face in his hands, and your lips are on his. He feels you in your entirety, and you feel so fucking good pressed against him. Yunho wants so badly to mark every part of you, to remind you he could do so much better than whoever you’re supposedly going out with. He could kiss you better, fuck you better. Then it switches—to you in front of him, your ass bouncing off his cock, loud smacks echoing from the walls as he sinks into your pussy with a broken sigh.

That’s when he fucking jolts awake, warm fluids streaming down his thighs, as he swallows an imaginary mass in his throat because what the fuck just happened? He stares blankly at the white ceiling of his room, mind as blank. 

How fucked is he?

Yunho reaches to the doorstep of the chalet, almost close to midnight. Dance practice had bleed past the time, later than he thought. He greets his friends at the barbecue pit, still grilling chicken and seafood, stealing a stick and getting playfully hit before he enters the chalet itself. 

Your brother sat there, comfortable with his girlfriend’s legs crossed over his lap as they had joycons in their hands, playing some kind of co-op game together. His friend turns to him, before his eye dart back to the screen once he acknowledges Yunho, much too engrossed with the level he and his girlfriend was at. 

“Your room’s to the left of the stairs. I hung your lanyard there”, your brother says, before his attention goes right back to the game. For a spilt second, he suddenly remembers that he wanted to tell Yunho something, something important, but when his girlfriend squeals at clearing the level, the thought is completely erased from his memory.

Yunho climbs up the stairs, pushes the door open, and completely stops in his tracks as his gaze locks with yours. You’re seated on the bed, relaxed and on your phone until the door suddenly pushes open, and Yunho stands there, looking as bewildered as you. 

There is a long moment of silence between the both of you. 

“Can I help you, Yunho?” You break it. 

“No…isn’t this my room?” Yunho clarifies. You glance around and shrug. 

Yunho drops his bag, his heart beating loudly in his chest. 

His eyebrows furrow, confusion sprawled across his face. 

“Hold on. Weren’t you suppose to be on a date?” 

You shrug again. “Yeah. It ended early. I thought of finding my brother and he asked me to use this room since it was vacant. I supposed he forgot to tell you? I could leave if-“

“N-no. You can stay, since you’re already here”, Yunho cuts you off. No fucking way is he wasting this chance. Somehow the thought of you within the same, close proximity is making his head dizzy. “You’re okay with sharing the bed? I can sleep downstairs.”

Your face starts to heat up. As much as it was the elephant in the room, for Yunho to bring up so straightforwardly like that was making your mind wander a little too close to the sun. 

You force a small smile. “It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” Well, not a lie, the only thing was that the both of you were blacked out drunk when it happened that one time. 

Yunho’s signature smile appears. He looks comforted, at least. “Right. Then I’ll use the bathroom to wash up.” He grabs a spare towel on the rack, then walks back to dig for his clothes in his duffle before he disappears into the bathroom, leaving you with your messy thoughts. Your hand is over your heart, and you feel it beating a little too wildly. 

Nothing’s gonna happen. Two people of the opposite sex can share a bed just fine, is what you tell yourself. Yeah, that would have been the case, if the opposite gender wasn’t Jeon Yunho. 

Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen years in all honesty. The anxiety wouldn’t simmer down, so you end up burying yourself underneath the cold sheets, hoping that you’d end up falling asleep. 

And by some miracle, you did. That is, until you feel the mattress weigh down, and shuffling on the sheets, then something bumping against your leg. You stir slightly from the disruption.

“Sorry. The bed’s a little…cramped”, you hear Yunho’s voice tickling your ears as his legs press against yours. 

You stay silent, the only things that you hear are the whirling of the air conditioning and the sound of your heart about to fucking burst from your rib cage. 

“It’s fine”, you finally reply, your body completely still, unsure how actually close the male is against you, only his legs pressed up against the back of your knees and his arms are barely touching your back as a gauge. Well, you weren’t in the mood to find out. The myriad amount of assurances you repeat to yourself that he’s just a friend, that he’s just Jeon Yunho, does nothing to comfort you to say the least. 

You hear his voice ring a little to close to your ears again. “How was your date?”

You don’t want to answer, your eyes are focused onto the darkness of the door in front of you. You fear that he might hear your thoughts if you speak, even though that’s literally impossible. 

“It was fine”, you curtly reply, squeezing the spare pillow in your arms. 

“What did you think of him?” 

“I think he’s okay. He’s quite a decent guy. Then again, it’s just the first date”.

The mattress shifts suddenly and you freeze when you feel him inch even closer to you. You have no clue what expression he’s making but from the way he suddenly shifts rather dramatically, you would assume that he seemed shocked? 

Oh, you were definitely about to find out. 

“You’re planning to see him again?” He’s closer now. You feel his chest almost pressing against your spine. You feel his gaze piercing daggers into the back of your head. You feel his agitation. But over what?

“I haven’t decided on that yet”, you reply. But you cut him before he says anything, “but what’s it to you? You usually don’t care about the things I do. Let alone my dates.”

This time, it’s Yunho’s turn to fall silent. The weight of the mattress beneath you shifts once more it stills. For a moment, you assume that he’d shifted away from you, and maybe he’d let the matter die off.

“Who said I didn’t?”

Now he’s completely pressing his body against you—you feel his lips just a hair’s length from the back of your neck, his chest completely flat against your back. 

His crotch right against your ass. 

“Yunho-“, you try turning to face him before the both of your start making any mistakes, but his hand presses your waist down, halting any movements you were about to make. Heat is flushing your cheeks.

“I’ll stop if you don’t want to, and I’ll turn away, and sleep downstairs. I won’t force you if you don’t want to.”

Shit, shit, shit. The more words Yunho speak, the more they aren’t registering in your damn head. His voice is melting in your ears, low and dangerous. The consequences that once rang like alarm bells in your head slowly grow muted, and now it’s just your carnal desire to let Yunho do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m not doing this without your consent, my dear”, he reminds , and his hand is slowly trailing off your body. 

All the repercussions, completely wiped off when your feelings that you once tried to fucking hard to suppress behind to bubble up to the surface, and for Yunho to just summon them so easily when he says it so gently and with such  temptation.

But you should still probably stop this-

From the way you’re staying quiet, Yunho is ready to just cut his advances. After all, he’s not interested in making you feel uncomfortable, as much as he wants to just ruin you all for himself. He keeps his breathing light, but his heart is still beating loudly in his chest, bracing himself for the rejection, his hand gradually lifting from your waist, very much reluctantly-

Until he feels your hand cup his. 

“I wanna feel you, Yunho”, you answer him, loud enough for him to hear, even though it was only the two of you within the confines of the room. 

Yunho feels like he’s not close enough to you, even though the both of you are squeezed together, and his erection is evident—pressing shamelessly against the curve of your ass. It’s driving up the wall. 

Another thing he doesn’t expect is the way your fingers curl around his wrist, and you bring him to your braless tits, and he short-circuits when his fingers press against your hard nipples. You curse softly when he rolls them gently against his fingertips, and you lean back against his chest. Yunho takes the chance to kiss your neck down to your shoulders, making you melt all over again. 

But he doesn’t want to stay there for long. His cock is just throbbing and it’s overtaking his rationale. 

You always offhandedly complimented that Yunho had such long, slender and pretty fingers, and that he made mundane actions—writing, typing—look so attractive.

And now, his fingers are prying your legs to spread open for him.

His fingers dip into the wetness of your soaked folds, and his mind almost completely blanks out for the second time at the way you’re drenched for him. 

“Fuck. All of this for me?” He asks rhetorically, as he easily sinks two fingers in, hearing you choke from how his fingers are filling you up so well. The tip of his fingertips press against a spongy spot, and your head tilts back, face so flushed from the pleasure when he begins curl his fingers while in you and while he fucks your wet cunt. 

He’s not letting you form any coherent thoughts in your head, not while he’s finger fucking the thoughts right out your poor brain.

“You’re so fucking soft. Shit. I really want to fuck you so fucking bad”, he grunts in your ear, his hips grinding against your ass like a natural instinct to. 

“Your cock”, you mutter, struggling to keep your eyes open and mind clear. “Fuck. Need you to fuck me so good.”

Yunho inhales the scent of your hair wash as he peppers bites and kisses down the nape of your neck, smiling when he feels goosebumps spread across your skin.

He’s so tempted. But not yet. He desperate—desperate to see you fucking fall apart just with his fingers.

So he pulls his soaked fingers out, and for a moment, you whine at how empty your cunt feels, just ready to fucking beg him to fuck you with his fingers, his cock, whatever. 

He sits up, pushing the thick and heavy blankets aside, tugging your wet bottoms and panties off, giving himself a mental reminder to pocket your panties when he’s done with you. 

You’re spread open and perfectly wide for him to admire and drool over. By now, his eyes are pretty much adjusted the darkness, and the both of you are lazy to switch on the nightlight, so he’s definitely able to see your pussy in full view.

“Y-yu-“, your words completely cut off when he plunges two fingers right into your pussy again, filling you up completely. And this time, his other hand is on your clit, fingers rubbing, sending sparks flying beneath your eyelids. 

The pleasure makes you buck your hips, and it builds so dangerously quick in your abdomen. The sounds of your pussy growing so fucking wet only encourages Yunho to pick up the pace, catching a rhythm of fucking and rubbing your clit so perfectly that you realise the feeling is growing way too funny. 

“Y-Yunho-“ you try again. “Oh god. Feels weird.” Nonetheless, you don’t say it without your eyes rolling back and your abdomen flexing. 

“That’s it. Let it go for me, baby. It’ll feel so fucking good.”

Oh fuck. You don’t even register it before it happens—it totally washes over you, and you’re just helplessly submitting to how fucking good this feels as you squirt all over Yunho, your mind swimming in the depths of ecstasy, your moans drowned when Yunho seals your lips shut with his, greedy to just keep them all to himself, and well, also not trying to wake the whole chalet up. 

When Yunho pulls back and sees how flushed spent your face looks, he can’t help but sink deeper into his feelings for you. He goes in for another kiss, this time with your mind slowly clearing from the mind-blowing orgasm. Your arms wrap around his neck instantly, pulling him as close as you could, soft moans in between kisses only making him impossibly harder than he already was. 

He shifts to lie down on the bed with you again, this time the both of you facing each other. He tugs the hem of your shirt and lugs it over your head, before lowering himself slightly to face your chest. You don’t know how but his pants are somehow kicked off, somewhere on the bed, and he’s bare and so fucking hard when he presses his cock on your pussy. 

“Lift your leg for me, babe”, he says, palm sliding on the underside of your thigh as he feels you spread your legs open for him once more. 

Yunho rubs his cockhead along your wet fucking folds, before he pushes himself in, a whimper leaving his lips as he bites on your shoulder to stop any loud noises from slipping past his lips. 

He pushes himself in even more, and your arms are around his neck once more, light red imprints from your fingernails dig into his skin.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Feels like fucking heaven. So fucking tight and soft”, he mutters, eyes so glazed, and arms so tight around you when he finally buries himself into the hilt. 

Your mind is complete mush by then—combined with Yunho’s cock that’s stuffed in you and the scent of his hair wash, you swear you were gonna cum for the second time. You knew he probably packed something, but holy fucking shit, you just never thought it would fill you up this fucking good. The rest of your senses slowly start to dull, the feeling of Yunho’s cock almost taking them  all away. 

“Shit. You’re fucking squeezing me-fuck!-here,” Yunho says, but it comes off as a broken moan. His head is buried into the crook of your neck, and you hear him trying to steady his breath through a slew of curses. 

“You wanna move now?” You ask, your fingers combing through his messy locks. Yunho thinks he might have some sort of hair combing fetish with you now. 

“Fuck, yes, please,” is all he replies before he pulls out slightly, then thrusting right back in, projecting fucking stars into your eyelids when he fills you up again and again. 

You press your head against the pillow, eyes shut from the pleasure. When you find the strength to open them, Yunho’s glazed out expression is what comes into view. He’s looking at you like you’re his fucking treasure. 

“Does it feel good? You feel so fucking amazing, y/n.”

“You can’t be asking me that when you’re fucking the thoughts right out of me”, and you squeal when he thrusts into you once more, filling you up to the brim.

“Even better. So my cock will be only the cock you know, right?” He smiles, fighting the urge to roll his eyes when your walls clench around him again.

And when you don’t answer, his hand slithers to your neck, and he squeezes, making you gasp. 

“Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Don’t need anyone else’s when you’re fucking me so good”, you cry, relishing in the way he’s gradually cutting off your oxygen supply. 

His thrusts grow harder and faster, his hands slowly letting go of your throat.

“That’s my good girl.”

And that makes your cunt flutter and pulsate uncontrollably for the second time, only now it’s on his cock this time. 

“F-fuck. Oh, that’s it. That’s a good fucking girl, cumming all over my cock like that”, his voice ups a pitch when you fall apart again. “I’m gonna cum. Make sure you’re full and dripping when I’m fucking done with you.”

And when he does, he leaves a whole garden of bites on your chest and shoulders on top of filling your pussy up with his thick and warm cum. You never thought his face would get anymore attractive, but when he cums? You could get addicted to pulling that expression out of him, that’s for sure. 

The both of you are panting as your highs wear off, hands still not off each other despite the shared warmth. He’s the first to let go, and you’re about to say something until he turns you around, and it’s then when his cock starts to harden in you. Your heart is beating rapidly again when his cock is filling you up once more, as it slowly displaces his cum that leaks past your sopping hole.

Your hand grabs onto his arm that’s snaking around your waist. 

“W-wait. We need to talk about my broth-“, and he hears you whimper when he pushes himself deeper into you, throbbing in you. The way he’s littering kisses down your neck is sending you into a spiral, and now you’re nothing but weak against him, and his fat cock.

“That can wait to tomorrow, babe. I promised that I’ll make sure you’re full and dripping once I’m fucking done with you right? Well, I’m not done fucking you yet.”

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[stayteezdreams]

Special To Me: Part One

Plot: After a long and tiring day, you feel as though the world is against you. And when you get stuck in the rain, you feel it even more so. Until, someone with an umbrella and bright smile comes to your rescue.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader

-Meet Cute Series-

Warnings: Brief mention of a toxic ex-boyfriend. PSA I do not condone following random men to their apartment just because they tell you too (but I mean, it's Yunho, so, a bitch just might 👀)

Words: 2.7k

The exhaustion running through you had taken it's toll already. Your steps were slow and a bit clumsy. Your grip was lax on your bag as you made your way towards the bus stop.

First your car broke down, leaving you to ride to work on the bus, causing you to be late. Then your less than understanding boss yelled at you. Later, you were piled with more work than you had time, and you spilled coffee on your top.

Half-way through your day, your ex-boyfriend somehow got a hold of your new phone number and sent you a bunch of toxic and hurtful messages. Only reminding you of just what you escaped from when you had ended your relationship.

And to top it all off, when you had gone outside to take your break, you tripped and dropped your phone, successfully shattering it.

As you approached the bus stop, you tried to remind yourself that soon you'd be home, and soon this horrible day would be over.

Seeing the bus stop ahead of you, you thought it was odd that no one was there. Checking your watch, you frowned. You weren't late. Maybe the people who took the bus got off work later then you?

The reality of what was really happening hit you as you saw the sign above the stop.

'Bus Cancelled due to Delays'

"You've got to be kidding me" You muttered, feeling your chest tighten.

You looked around, seeing no one nearby to tell you if there was another bus stop nearby or if those stops were cancelled too.

Reaching for your phone to call an Uber, you suddenly remembered it was busted. Your chest tightened as you felt emotion welling up in your throat.

You took in a deep breath, trying to push your feelings aside. 'Maybe someone will come by? Or I could walk back to that store down the street and ask to use someone's phone there'

You were going over the options in your head, when you suddenly felt a somehing hit your cheek.

Pausing, you reached up and touched it, feeling the wet drop. Looking up, you noticed the overcast sky had grown significantly darker.

"Don't you dare." You said, a lump forming in your throat just as another rain drop landed on your forehead, followed by another, before the steady sound of light rain surrounded you.

Looking around, you saw nowhere to take shelter, even the bus stop was not a covered one.

"Oh come on!" You said loudly, your voice cracking as you stood there, defeated as the emotion you had tried to push away started to bubble over.

Looking up, as the rain started to slowly soak you, you felt tears start to form in your eyes.

Yunho opened his umbrella the second he felt a raindrop hit his shoulder. He began humming lightly to himself as he headed back to his dorm.

Looking around, his eyes caught on a familiar figure across the road. Yunho stopped, confusion washing over him.

'What are they doing?' He asked himself as he looked at you.

He had seen you on a few occasions near here. Buying flowers, or talking to the bookstore owner. You always had a bright smile and charming demeanor.

Every time he saw you, he felt a smile tug at his lips. He always wondered if one day you'd be on the same side of the road. And if he'd have the courage to say hi to you.

But now, as you stood in the rain, face turned up to the sky you looked so defeated, he almost didn't recognize you.

He wasn't sure why, since it was raining and he couldn't really tell, but he had a feeling you were crying. And his stomach twisted as he watched you.

Before he really realized it, he was crossing the street, and heading right towards you.

'This has got to go down as one of the worst days in my life' You thought to yourself as you remained still, no longer caring that you were soaked, or that you were alone and stranded.

Trying to suppress the tears that continued to spill, you suddenly heard the sound of rain hitting something, as you no longer felt the drops hitting your face.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, and you saw above you, an umbrella. Your eyes moved to the person holding it, and your breath caught.

He was tall, handsome, and you felt as though you had seen him before. He smiled at you, and you felt as though warmth was radiating from him.

You stared at him in silence for a moment, processing what was happening, before you stuttered out "Th-thanks"

When your eyes fluttered open and met his, Yunho felt butterflies in his stomach. And when he noticed your reddened eyes and fallen face, he knew he was right in thinking you had been crying.

His smile widened a bit, and then he spoke, his voice deep, but soft. "Are you okay?"

You opened your mouth to speak, ready to smile and lie, pretending as though your day hadn't been plotted by the devil himself.

"Yea-" you scoffed softly, giving in "No not really"

He tilted his head slightly and you saw worry mixed with pity cross his face. His eyes moved to the nearby bus stop and you saw the moment he saw the cancelled sign as he nodded a bit.

His eyes snapped back to you "I'm Yunho."

"Y/n."

Yunho felt his heart tug a bit as he decided that your name fit you perfectly. And he felt the overwhelming desire to hug you as he saw the pure defeat across your features.

Even with the annoyance that would come with a cancelled bus, he could tell there was more to why you looked so dejected.

You watched as Yunho's smile got a little bit brighter before he reached down and wrapped his hand gently around your wrist.

"Come on!" He said with soft enthusiasm before he tugged you long.

Your heart started to pound as you followed, though uncertain why you were "W-what? Where are we going?" You asked with an uncertain tone.

"My apartment is just around the corner, I'll get you a spare umbrella and a cab." he said softly as he looked back at you and smiled.

You let him continue to lead you towards his apartment. Your mind was racing, as you were certain following a stranger to his apartment was never a good idea.

But you weren't sure if it was the exhaustion or general defeat that had washed over you, you weren't afraid. Nothing about Yunho told you to run, so you let him lead you as he held his umbrella over the both of you to shield you from the rain.

If he did turn out to be a creep, you had dealt with enough today you don't think you'd have a problem with hitting him if needed.

Yunho could tell you were confused, and even a bit alarmed at his sudden actions. But you weren't pulling away or showing any real fear, so he hoped you could trust him enough to help you.

"Why are you helping me?" You asked softly after a few moment, as you looked up at him while you continued down the road, his hand still gently wrapped around your wrist.

Looking down at you, his eyes seemed to study you for a moment before he smiled "Because I like it better when you're smiling"

Your heart jolted in your chest as you stared at him, though he turned his face away from you again. What did that mean? Did he know you? Was that why he seemed familiar? Or was it a weird pick up line?

Before you could gather your thoughts and say anything in return, Yunho lead you into an apartment complex.

You stayed silent as you let him lead you into an apartment. Looking around the entry way, you noted it was very nice, and obviously too big for one person. How many roommates did he have? Or maybe it was his families home? Maybe he lived here with his partner?

Slipping off your shoes, you stood in the entry as you watched him walk further into the apartment. After a moment, he stopped and looked back a you, noting how you awkwardly stood there.

He rose his brow a bit and you looked down at yourself "I don't want to get your floor wet."

He chuckled and you felt your lips tug at the sound.

"I'll get you a towel, hold on."

You watched him quickly disappear into the apartment and you looked around. 'I wonder if there is anyone else here? What would they think if they came out and found me here?'

Hearing approaching footsteps, you watched Yunho appear again, a few towels in his hands.

As he handed them to you, you smiled sheepishly at him "Thank you."

Seeing your eyes wander around a bit as you wrapped one of the towels around your shoulder Yunho spoke up "My roommates are all out right now."

You nodded, pretending as though you hadn't been wondering who else lived here.

"Once you dry off a bit, I'll help you get a taxi."

You figured he knew why, but not wanting there to be too much silence, you spoke up "How did you know I needed one?"

"I saw that the bus had been cancelled."

"Oh." You said softly as you nodded "I would have called one myself, but...I dropped my phone earlier, it wont even turn on now."

Yunho winced at bit at this, knowing just how upsetting that could be. He added that to the list of reasons you must seem so down.

"Can I ask you something else?" you added on as you met his eyes.

He nodded encouragingly, as a soft smile crossed his face.

"What did you mean when you said 'I like it better when you're smiling'?"

Yunho chuckled awkwardly as he looked down on his feet. "Uh, I just meant- well, I see you pretty often when I'm walking home and you always seem so happy, but today..." he looked at you as he trailed off.

You looked down at yourself and chuckled "Yeah, you don't need to finish that thought."

He giggled softly, before he tilted his head a bit and spoke softly "Can I ask what happened?"

You hesitated for a moment, but opened your mouth to speak.

Suddenly he rose his hand "Actually, first, come in." He motioned for you to come further.

You hesitated and he smiled "Don't worry about getting anything wet, it's fine, come on, I'll get you some coffee, or tea?" He gestured for you to follow him as he made his way into the apartment.

Slowly, you followed, feeling somewhat as though you were trespassing.

Sitting at the kitchen counter, warm mug in your hands as you now donned clothes that weren't yours, you felt comfortable, yet still troublesome.

As though you were getting in Yunho's way, even though he was the one who insisted on you staying while he dried your clothes. He even gave you some of his clothes to wear while you waited.

After Yunho had made you a hot drink, he sat down across from you and listened patiently as you told him all that had happened to you today. At first you thought of only sharing small details, but quickly, you found yourself telling him everything.

All the while, he listened intently, genuinely curious and empathetic. He gave comments here and there about your boss being too stubborn and not understanding enough when your car breaking down wasn't your fault. And when you brought up your toxic ex, you hesitated before speaking slowly.

"He just...knows exacly what to say to make me feel as bad as possible.

Yunho frowned and shook his head a bit "How did he even get your number?"

You let out a soft sigh "I have a feeling it was a friend of mine. They never really believed all the bad things I said about him. He's good at hiding his true colors around people."

"Well if they were a real friend, they would have believe you, you deserve better."

You let out a soft airy laugh as you looked down into your drink.

"So...do you regularly bring in strays and give them a hot drink and a pep talk?"

Yunho grinned at this, "No, you're the first."

"Ahh" you said softly feeling your ears get warm "I must be special then" You joked as you sipped our drink.

Yunho's smile turned soft as his eyes seemed to glisten a bit "You are." His tone was soft yet genuine.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as your heart raced. It was obvious on your face, this effected you, as you smiled and looked back down into your drink, suddenly finding it very interesting.

Yunho grinned at noticing how his reply effected you. 'Cute' he thought to himself before he stood up straight.

Suddenly feeling an unusual amount of courage, he cleared his throat and spoke "There have been a few times when I saw you at the flower shop when I was walking home. And I almost crossed the street just so I could see you closer. I wanted to talk to you, to maybe have one of those bright smiles directed at me."

You looked back up at him, your eyes widening with his confession. Your heart was pounding, and your ears burning. He really thought that way? You effected him like that?

"But- I wasn't sure if you'd want to talk to me, or if you'd get scared by me approaching you." He admitted, his voice now wavering a bit as he started to feel self-conscious.

You smiled brightly at him and he felt his heart jump "I wouldn't be scared. I mean, I did willingly follow you to your apartment" he chuckled and you continued "And I would have talked with you. I could tell the second I saw you today, you're kind. I would have loved talking to you."

He couldn't stop the smile that grew on his face, and you chuckled, glad you were having a similar effect on him as he had on you.

He leaned down against the counter, leaning on his arms "Does that mean I can cross the street to talk to you now?"

You leaned a bit closer "I think I'd be offended if you didn't."

He laughed as your eyes met, something passing between the two of you you couldn't quite place.

Hearing Yunho's phone go off, your eyes broke away as he looked down. You saw his face fall for a second before he smiled again and looked at you "Your taxi's here."

"Oh." you sat up, having almost forgot he called you one. "My clothes-"

"Aren't done yet" Yunho finished for you as he looked around "Uhh- I could... if you give me your number, oh wait...your phone."

You chuckled awkwardly "Yeah, my phone." After thinking for a second you met his eyes "Are you doing anything tomorrow around two?"

He shook his head "How about we meet at the flower shop and we can trade clothes back?"

Yunho smiled and nodded his head "Alright, sounds good."

As Yunho walked you to the door, handing you and umbrella to take as it was now pouring outside, you looked back up at him and smiled, one of the most genuine smiles you had today.

"Thank you Yunho. For helping me, and caring. You made today about a hundred times better than it could have been."

"Only a hundred?" He asked with a sarcastic tone "I'll try harder next time."

You chuckled your face warming up due to his comment as he grinned down at you.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded "Tomorrow."

As you walked down the hallway, Yunho watched you for a moment, his thoughts already on tomorrow when he'd see you again.

He felt a little guilty at the thought of having lied to you. Your clothes had in fact already finished drying, but he wanted an excuse to see you again.

He felt a little guilty, but only a little.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

Hope you liked it~ If you did, please consider reblogging :)

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @acciocriativity, @soso59love-blog

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[kisshwa]

could you do texts of the reader thirsting after bf!ateez? i think you would make it super funny too!!

ATEEZ as BFS

and their thirsty s/o

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings: strong language, sewerslide joke, sexual comments, reader is not (necessarily) healthy minded

notes: i think reader’s responses are valid but maybe that’s just me :p

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[imagine-a-life-like-this]

She was right in front of him, all he had to do was confess. So why is their entire relationship fake when his love is real?

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Cliche Romance Masterlist

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Cliche : Fake Dating + Best Friends Idiots to Lovers

Pairing : Jeong Yunho x Reader, Choi Beomgyu x Reader

Warnings : swearing, self-hate, cheating(?)

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Profiles : The Girls The Boys

Prologue : My Girlfriend (written)

Chapter 1 : Baby

Chapter 2 : Nightly Facetime

Chapter 3 : So Cute

Chapter 4 : My Other Half (texts + written)

Chapter 5 : Hot And Cold

Chapter 6 : Partner Swap

Chapter 7 : Innie

Chapter 8 : Yun's

Chapter 9 : I Can't Be Your Fake Boyfriend

Chapter 10 : Told You So

Epilogue : Fall In Love With Your Best Friend

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[sugarnspice630]

Yunho - NSFW Audio 🎧❗

Audio is below the cut! Make sure headphones are connected, volume is turned down, or you're alone. Here's your warning!

A/N: This is NOT actually Yunho (obviously). This is just for fun and imaginative purposes. In no way is this depicting him as a person. I just found this on Youtube. Enjoy~! and stop trying to get this taken down ;)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

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[jjunberry]

ateez! while getting head

pairing! ateez x reader

genre! smut

synopsis! ateez getting head

wc! 500

hongjoong! is rough. loves holding the back of your neck to guide you. he’s well aware you can take him but he loves the control. you were on your knees under his desk at the studio. he was sat legs spread while you sucked him off. his groans filled the studio has he gripped your neck to speed up your actions. “yeah baby, just like that.” he moved your head faster and bucked his hips.

seonghwa! likes it deep. your nose pressed against him as he’s down your throat. he has you laid on your back head hanging off the bottom of the bed. he stood above you fucking your mouth. he moaned out seeing himself in your throat. “you feel me baby? feel me in there.” you moaned around him causing him to groan and finish down your throat.

yunho! loves to finish on your face. this boy lives for facials. lets you take over until he’s close then he grips your hair. his motions are quick and rough. he pulls out with a deep groan and jerks himself off before finishing on your face. “you look so pretty covered in my cum.”

yeosang! loves morning head. he had given you permission a while ago to wake him up with head. he claims it makes his day go better. before the morning alarms you’d slip under the covers and take him into your mouth. yeosang would soon wake up guiding your head lower. his morning voice filling your ears. “mhm yeah baby just like that.”

san! loves to return to favor. let’s you suck him off as long as you let him in return. he holds your hair and guides you until he finishes down your throat with a whine. after he catches his breath his quick to lay you down. you felt his breath over your heat. “let me take care of you now.”

mingi! is whiny. he loves head. he loves when you give him head. very vocal on his appreciation. his head is against the pillow as whines leave his lips. you’ve been working him for a while now. he’s bucking his hips up. “please can i cum?” he begs. when he gets the nod of approval he’s quick to finish in your mouth. he whines when you open to show him.

wooyoung! is a head pusher. you were kissing down his chest when his hand pushed down telling you where he needed you most. you pulled his pants and boxers down before licking up his dick. he pushed your head down as you sucked on his tip. “more..need more.” he moaned when you finally took him down your throat.

jongho! is slow. he likes to take it slow. taking more of him each time you go back down. he doesn’t moan but his breathing gets heavier as he gets closer. he begins to buck his hips to meet your actions. “keep going, mhm i’m close.” his body goes still as he shoots his load down your throat.

author’s note! guyssss omg 🤭 hope you enjoyed this one

tag list! @304files @jjunieworld

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

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