bite me
pairing: jeonghan x reader
wordcount: 6.1k
summary: no relationship is all sunshine and roses, of course, but you and jeonghan are both unpleasantly surprised at how easy it is to second guess things and slip into your old ways. it doesn’t help that nobody at work can seem to mind their own goddamn business!
genre/themes: angst, fluff, smut, mostly plot, they fight and they’re both petty, wee bit of smut/makeup sex. dad!cheol, dad!dk, college friend!joshua, jeonghan w/ kids.
part of the ‘we get along infamously’-verse
A/N: i have a feeling y’all are not gonna like this as much as parts 1 & 2, BUT I already wrote it LOL. but i do love seeing our main characters progress through their relationship!
also thank you @wavelikewhat for your input because that first draft was TRASH GARBAGE :|
You swallowed as you walked into the office, hand clasped in Jeonghan’s. There was no reason to be so nervous, you tried to reason with yourself. You had filed the paperwork with HR and everything had been processed, so legally you were in the clear. Facing the inevitable prying, teasing, and snooping, however, was a different story altogether. You had spent a lot of time curating your dislike for Jeonghan in the office and it felt…embarrassing to admit that it had largely been a ruse.
“Ready?” Jeonghan squeezed your hand with an encouraging smile.
“No,” you grimaced at him, “But yes. It has to happen sometime.”
Jeonghan laughed, pulling you in for a soft kiss on the head before letting you lead the way. Surprisingly, you didn’t run into anyone on the way up, so you let yourself lean into your boyfriend as you rode the elevator. You had to admit, it was nice to be able to be close in this way.
“Quiet today,” you remarked, walking towards your work area. Usually you had seen at least one person that you knew by now.
“Seems so,” Jeonghan shrugged. “I wonder if-”
“Congratulations!” a few voices rang out as you rounded the final corner to your cubicles.
“Ya, when were you going to tell me?!” Seungkwan’s voice cut through the well wishes as you saw his beet red face pop out above a cubicle divider.
“Congratulations?” Boram asked, their face clearly showing that they were out of the loop.
“YN and Jeonghan are dating!” Miseon filled them in quickly, letting out an excited giggle.
“Oh? OH!!” Boram stood up straight, clasping their hands against their chest as they gasped loudly. “My mom and dad have reconciled! It’s a Parent Trap miracle!”
Jeonghan glanced at you, holding back a smile. Everyone else was so shocked by Boram’s comments that many just turned back to their work. Seungkwan, however, was incorrigible.
“I’m not kidding, why didn’t you tell me?!” he demanded, approaching you with his index finger outstretched like a scolding teacher.
“Because I figured it would be like this!” you whisper-shouted back at him.
“We’re doing lunch today, I’m putting it in your calendar,” Seungkwan decided before storming off.
“I guess I’m busy for lunch today,” you chuckled to Jeonghan before moving towards your desk.
“Talk to you later,” he smiled, hooking his pinky into yours and squeezing before leaving for his own desk.
…
“I don’t even know where I want to start with questions, so just spill!” Seungkwan insisted before taking a sip of his lemonade.
“There’s not much to spill,” you grimaced, “We started hooking up a few months ago…and we never stopped.”
“Okay but hooking up is hooking up. Filing your 0526-15 is another thing altogether! I thought you hated him!”
“I did,” you chuckled, “But he’s actually kind of sweet.”
Seungkwan clearly didn’t believe you, but the server came so he wasn’t able to say anything more for now.
“So help me understand one more time, how are you two even compatible? You’re so…you. And he is so HIM!”
“Those are meaningless statements,” you chuckled, even though you kind of understood where he was coming from. “I mean, I agree that on paper it doesn’t make the most sense, but it feels like an ‘opposites attract’ kind of situation.”
“I don’t know,” Seungkwan narrowed one eye at you, clearly skeptical. “He’s so conniving and argumentative. And selfish! Decidedly not boyfriend material!”
You pursed your lips, considering his words. It wasn’t like Seungkwan was wrong. In fact a lot of these descriptors of Jeonghan were ones that you had used yourself, enthusiastically, in the past. You wondered if you had really reached a new understanding with your former nemesis or if it was, in fact, just due to the dopamine and whatnot that Minghao had mentioned before.
“I trust your judgment, I suppose. It’s just odd to see you two together after all of your endless bickering and fighting,” Seungkwan said reluctantly.
“I get that,” you nodded, “If things go south, you can beat him up for me. How does that sound?”
“Acceptable,” Seungkwan nodded firmly, reaching his hand out to seal the deal.
…
“How was lunch with Mr. Boo?” Jeonghan asked as you rode the subway together.
“Very interesting,” you laughed sarcastically, “Apparently you’re all sorts of wrong for me,” you couldn’t help but tease.
“Oh?” Jeonghan raised a brow. He played it cool, but he couldn’t deny the string of worry that drew tight in his chest.
“Yeah, apparently you’re ‘conniving and untrustworthy and decidedly not boyfriend material’,” you quoted Seungkwan with a laugh. He really did have a natural talent for melodramatics. You turned to the LED display, watching as the stops flashed by, so you completely missed the crinkle that flashed across Jeonghan’s brow.
Jeonghan pulled on a quick smile when you looked back at him, but the cluster of worries did not leave his mind. He could easily count, on one hand, the total number of serious relationships he had been in and the bulk of those had been during his college years. To say he was out of practice at being a boyfriend, and a good one at that, was probably a major understatement.
“Any thoughts about dinner?” you interrupted his thoughts as the subway drew closer to Jeonghan’s apartment. “If you haven’t done any shopping since I was last at your place, then the fridge is probably still pretty sparse.”
“I…have not,” Jeonghan admitted.
“Shall we stop somewhere for food on the way home? Japanese? Chicken katsu curry sounds good, for some reason.”
“Mm,” Jeonghan shook his head, “I kind of just want to head home. Maybe let’s grab something at the convenience store and just cook?”
“Okay!” you shrugged before stepping out of the subway car and heading above ground. You instinctively reached for Jeonghan’s hand, but he was already several steps ahead of you, mind seemingly elsewhere. Furrowing your brows, you tried to shake it off and moved quickly to catch up.
“I think I have everything at home for kimchi jjigae except pork and tofu,” Jeonghan thought aloud as his fingers reached for a block of firm tofu.
“Rice? Should I grab some instant?” you asked, eager to eat sooner rather than later.
“Yeah, whatever’s fastest,” he nodded.
“Of course!” you nodded.
“Okay, let’s go, I’m so hungry!” Jeonghan said excitedly, grabbing your hand and leading you into a light jog. You groaned internally, but you were also hungry so you matched his pace.
…
“Jeonghan, I’m surprised,” Director Bae said, suddenly. “In the past, if a process performer had missed a deadline like this, I’d probably be talking you down from demanding their termination. You seem rather…calm about the whole thing.”
“Yes, well,” Jeonghan furrowed his brow. It was true that Miseon had come in slightly late on her deadline, but after discussing with you, you had made the very good point that her tasks were not on the critical path and it wouldn’t push back the overall timeline.
“You’re not losing your edge, are you? I know dating can make the mind soft and jumbled. Especially considering who you’re dating,” he looked at Jeonghan pointedly. Director Bae didn’t have to complete his thought out loud because everyone in the office knew he considered you to be on the soft side, when it came to management style.
“How do you mean?” Jeonghan asked, temper flaring.
“I was quite surprised when I was informed that you and YN had filed a 0526-16. You’re so different from each other,” the director continued cluelessly, “You remind me so much of my younger self. I hope you don’t let this relationship dull your ambition.”
Jeonghan fumed. Surely this thrice divorced man was not trying to give him relationship advice? Jeonghan managed to keep a lid on his temper until he reached the elevator, but only barely. After a few frustrated, but restrained, punches to the elevator keypad he was forced to wait through the consequent, unplanned stops at different levels. By the time he was back on his floor his anger had quieted significantly, but the slight pinch in his brows was still noticeable to you.
[yn]: ‘you ok? did the 1:1 go poorly?’
[jeonghan]: ‘he felt i was being too lenient with miseon…among other things’
[yn]: ‘??’
[jeonghan]: ‘i’ll share later’
Pursing your lips, you wondered what had happened with Director Bae that could’ve upset Jeonghan like this. He was the golden boy, after all, so it was very rare for Bae to give Jeonghan negative feedback of any kind. And as you had discussed with Jeonghan, Miseon’s missed deadline was not on the critical path, so there wasn’t any need to overreact just for the sake of overreacting.
“So what happened during your 1:1 with Bae?” you asked after you had both taken your seats in the cafeteria.
“Well, he was surprised that I wasn’t more upset about Miseon missing her deadline,” he reiterated before taking a bite of his lunch.
“But it’s not on the critical path,” you mumbled through a mouthful of rice. You were starting to feel like a parrot with how many times you’d repeated those exact words over the last three days.
“Yes, of course! But then he implied that I was going soft…,” Jeonghan waffled, not sure whether he wanted to share this specific piece of the conversation, “Because of you.”
“Me?” your eyes widened slightly.
“He said ‘relationships make your brain soft and mushy’, or something like that,” Jeonghan rolled his eyes, his temper threatening to flare up again as he recalled his director’s baseless implication.
“He’s worried that because I’m not an asshole, I’m going to turn you into less of an asshole?” you laughed, trying to play it off by rolling your eyes, “Also considering how many times that man has been married unsuccessfully, I don’t know how much I’d listen to him.”
“I know,” Jeonghan nodded, but was clearly still dwelling on the conversation.
“I think you’re fine, Hannie,” you tried to encourage him, “Bae has a short attention span. Plus you’re his work son, so I wouldn’t worry too much.
Jeonghan nodded. He wasn’t actually worried about any fallout at work. Work son was an accurate description of how Director Bae thought of him and Jeonghan knew he could probably genuinely get away with murder before his director ever did anything about it. No, the thing that was eating at him was hearing again and again that he wasn’t a good fit for you. He didn’t think they were right, but he was starting to wonder if the others could see something that he couldn’t.
You watched as Jeonghan thought intently. You didn’t think this comment from Director Bae was anything to get that worked up over, but you also had quite a different relationship with your director. You had established long ago that you didn’t care for or want to play the office politics game and were quite happy to let your work speak for itself. Jeonghan had always been different in this regard and you worried about how much he might take Bae’s comment to heart.
…
“It’s probably not a good thing if your girlfriend calls you an asshole, right?” Jeonghan suddenly blurted out in the middle of beers with his college roommate.
“What?!” Joshua’s neck almost snapped at the force with which he turned to look at Jeonghan.
“I mean, she wasn’t calling me an asshole, but she implied that my management style is asshole-ish,” Jeonghan rushed to clarify.
“Oh. Well…she’s right, isn’t she?” Joshua laughed out loud. He had worked with Jeonghan on enough group projects in college to recall that asshole was probably actually a little kind. “No offense to you, my evil twin, but you are kind of difficult to work with in a professional setting. You’re very particular and have a tendency to overreact when things don’t go according to your impossibly detailed plans.”
“Do you think I should be with someone more like myself?” Jeonghan asked.
“Hard to say,” Joshua answered thoughtfully, “There are benefits to both being with someone like you and being with someone who complements you, so who’s to say? Plus, you haven’t let any of us meet her yet, so I don’t really know how you two are together. Which, I need to ask, are we so horrible that you don’t want her to meet any of us?”
“No, I just…wasn’t sure if we were quite there yet.”
“Knowing you, you probably are,” Joshua rolled his eyes, “Bring her to Nari’s birthday party! Most, if not all, of the gang is going to be there!”
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Jeonghan mused, “Yeah I’ll invite her.”
“I’m full of good ideas, you should listen to me more often,” Joshua raised his brows at Jeonghan with a self-satisfied grin.
…
“Wait, what?” you furrowed your brows at Jeonghan, wondering if you’d misheard him.
“I can’t go, I told you I have basketball league this Friday,” he repeated himself.
“You can’t skip…your recreational basketball league? For a concert? It’s my favorite group!”
“I mean, I could, but…I don’t want to,” Jeonghan finished weakly. He knew he sounded like a jerk, but they were playing the team that he had the most beef with and he had been looking forward to taking them down a peg all week.
“I-,” you opened your mouth just to close it again. “Okay,” you finally spoke again after a few moments of tense silence.
Jeonghan rubbed his eyes, knowing that it wasn’t actually okay but not knowing what exactly he could do about it. He wasn’t going to miss this week’s game.
“I know this is a bad time to ask, but are you free in 2 weeks? My friends are having a birthday party for their daughter and they want to meet you.”
Your lips creased together. His friends wanted to meet you. Not Jeonghan wanted you to meet his friends.
“I might be busy, I’ll have to check,” you replied curtly. You knew you were being petty, but you couldn’t help yourself. To take second place to a fully optional basketball game, of all things! Maybe Seungkwan was right, maybe Jeonghan was too self centered.
…
“No Jeonghan?” Seungkwan asked when you met him outside of the concert venue, alone.
“No, he’s busy,” you sniffed as you pulled up the ticket barcodes on your phone.
“Doing what?”
“Basketball league,” you rolled your eyes, offering your phone to the bouncer to scan.
“Basketball league?!” Seungkwan half-shrieked. “Is that a good reason to not go to this concert with you? Isn’t this your favorite group?”
“You and I agree, apparently,” you laughed at your friend, happy that you weren’t alone on your side of the issue. “I told him all that, but he said he didn’t want to skip his game.”
“Tch! I told you, he’s selfish!” Seungkwan shook a finger at you as you approached the bar. You shrugged as you squeezed yourself between two people to order drinks. Today you were inclined to agree.
“Hel-lo,” the man to your left gave you an obvious once over as you hailed the bartender’s attention.
“Ew. What?” you asked, patience thinner than usual for all men, let alone strange men.
“I’d love to buy you a drink,” he suggested smoothly.
“And why is that?” you decided to entertain him for a moment or two.
“Cause you look great in that dress and I’d love to see more.”
“Oh my god, ew! No,” you turned away from him curtly, a mildly horrified look on your face. You were grateful that your beer and Seungkwan’s cocktail arrived shortly after and you were able to scuttle away from this man and his giant chain necklace.
“Now there’s a man,” Seungkwan whistled appreciatively as you returned.
“That guy?!” you were surprised to see him looking back in the direction you came from. “Ew, he’s so cheesy!”
“He’s hot though,” Seungkwan shrugged.
“Aren’t you happily dating Seyoon?”
“I still have eyes,” he insisted stubbornly.
…
“Hey YN?” Jeonghan leaned in his office chair towards you, hoping for some quick feedback. “YN?” he tried again when you didn’t respond the first time.
“What?” you answered, but didn’t turn to face him.
“Do you have five minutes to help me review something?”
“Yes,” you replied, taking a few seconds to finish up what you had been working on. “What is it?” you turned to him, your expression concerning placid.
“Ah, um, can you proofread this problem statement for me?”
Pointedly avoiding his eye contact, you rolled over to read the text on his computer screen. You wondered why he had asked you, problem statements were almost canned. Couldn’t he do this himself?
“Looks fine,” you almost rolled your eyes at him before returning to your desk.
Jeonghan sighed inwardly as you returned to your desk. Your cold shoulder was painfully reminiscent of the way your relationship had been in the past. While he knew that no relationship was all sunshine and roses, he was surprised to be back on the receiving end of such intensely prickly and dismissive behavior over something he felt was relatively minor.
[jeonghan]: ‘do you want to have dinner together today?’
[yn]: ‘can’t. have plans.’
Boram and Miseon exchanged looks. It had been a tense day in the office for their little team. You and Jeonghan were doing your best not to impact interactions with the rest of the teams, but even a person without eyes or ears could tell that you were fighting.
[boram]: ‘mom & dad are fighting :(’
[miseon]: ‘i still think it’s weird that you call them that. but agree :( 0/10. don’t recommend’
…
“How’s things?” Minghao asked good naturedly during your dinner.
“Not so good, I think,” you answered after giving it some thought.
“No?”
“Jeonghan and I are fighting,” you stated simply.
“Oh, really?” Minghao raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“I feel like he’s being selfish and I’m not sure we’re actually good together,” you mused, chewing on an artichoke heart.
“Now what makes you say that?” Minghao asked sharply. Now he really felt like you were being irrational.
“I asked him to come to a concert with me last weekend and he said no because he couldn’t miss his basketball league.” you rolled your eyes. “Everyone at work keeps saying we’re not a match anyways, maybe they’re right.”
“Who?” Minghao’s eye twitched. Despite all of your disagreements and incompatibilities, you and Jeonghan had harbored a mutual interest and respect for each other since before Jeonghan had even been hired.
“Seungkwan. Bae,” you shrugged, seemingly nonchalant. “I guess Bae told him that he thinks being with me will dull his ambition because I’m not enough of a cutthroat. Maybe things were easier when we were just hooking up.”
Minghao thought about this for a moment. It was true that Jeonghan had ambition in his career, with goals to become team leader within the next couple of years, but at the same time everyone knew that Director Bae was a bit of a goof with a tendency to speak without thinking at times.
“Are you thinking all of this because you think it’d be easier to go back to hooking up?”
“Maybe,” you grimaced at him, still moody. “It would be easier in some regards.”
Minghao tried to form his next sentences carefully. He knew that pushing too hard would have the opposite of the desired effect, but was also concerned that your natural tendency for holding grudges posed a very real possibility of ending the relationship prematurely.
“Do you want to stop dating him now, then? That is an option,” he probed.
You thought for a long moment before shaking your head and admitting, “No.”
“Is this continued silent treatment productive, then?”
“No,” you repeated yourself. You felt like a scolded child because that’s exactly what you were. Yet you knew that Minghao wasn’t wrong and it was time to communicate like an adult. “This is all your fault to begin with!” you narrowed your eyes at your friend. All that dopamine nonsense.
Before you could change your mind, you pulled your phone to let Jeonghan know that you would attend Nari’s birthday party. Immediately afterwards, you had to let Seungkwan know you were rescheduling, which was infinitely more unpleasant.
…
“I’m nervous to meet your friends!” you hopped in place to release some of your pent up energy as you waited for someone to open the front door.
“Why?” Jeonghan asked.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged. You did know. Even though you had moved your plans with Seungkwan to be able to attend Nari’s birthday party, things were still slightly tense with Jeonghan. You wanted to put on a good face and make a good impression, but you knew you had one of the worst poker faces out there and it would likely be obvious that you were fighting.
“It’ll be fine,” Jeonghan shrugged. His hands were in his pockets, so he couldn’t give you the encouraging squeeze that he wanted to. He still wasn’t even sure whether you’d tolerate hand holding at all.
“Uncle Hannie!” a delighted squeal accompanied the fast moving blur that hurtled at you through the now open door.
“Nari!” Jeonghan managed to catch her, swinging her around with delight.
“Uncle Hannie, I missed you!” the young girl looked at Jeonghan seriously.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jeonghan apologized furiously as he carried her into the house.
“Are you my Auntie YN?” Nari peeked over Jeonghan’s shoulder at you suddenly.
“A-ah, well,” Jeonghan stuttered, unsure how to answer .
“Yes!” you cut him off swiftly, squatting to match Nari’s eye level. “Nice to meet you!”
“Nice to meet you,” she nodded expediently before asking to be let down.
“Help, she’s so cute,” you grabbed Jeonghan’s shoulder as Nari ran to rejoin the herd of children.
“Very,” he agreed before moving to greet the group of adults. “Friends!”
“Jeonghan!” several men stood up to greet him and you excitedly.
“You must be YN!” a tall man with a dazzling smile shook your hand vigorously. “I’m Seokmin. Welcome to our home and thank you so much for coming! We’re so excited to meet you.”
“Ah, so you’re Nari’s dad!”
“Guilty as charged,” he laughed, full and loud. “My beautiful wife, Hana, is here somewhere too.”
“I wasn’t sure whether I believed Jeonghan when he said you were coming,” a second voice chimed in. You looked over to see a broad man with a catlike smile. “I’m Joshua. Glad I was able to bully Jeonghan into letting us finally meet you.”
“Oh?” you chuckled, only slightly bitter. So some people could talk Jeonghan into doing things he didn’t want to do. Noted.
“Don’t listen to him,” Jeonghan scowled before calling to someone else, “Cheol, get over here!”
“Trying!” a sturdy man replied as he tried to free himself from the group of children clamoring for more piggyback rides. “Someone else needs to take a turn!”
You were surprised when Jeonghan moved, proactively, to take his place and even more surprised at the delighted chorus of ‘Uncle Hannie’s that came from the children’s mouths. Seeing Jeonghan happily giving out piggyback rides was doing something very unexpected to you.
“Hey, I’m Seungcheol. Or Cheol, as they generally call me,” the man made his way over to greet you.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, eyes flitting back to Jeonghan every so often.
“He’s great with kids, isn’t he?” Cheol grinned at the way you were watching his friend with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Yeah, I guess I’m kind of surprised?” you had to admit.
“You know him from work, right?”
You nodded.
“You might already know this, but work Jeonghan and life Jeonghan can be pretty different.”
“I am learning that,” you smiled at Seungcheol.
“Did you know that he’s Nari’s godfather?”
“No!” you gasped, a smile lighting across your lips as you recalled her bright greeting from earlier. “It seems like I know nothing about Jeonghan, doesn’t it? I promise, we are actually dating,” you laughed nervously.
“How long have you two been together now?”
“Actually dating? It’s been about three months, I think?”
“Ah, well that makes sense then,” Seungcheol nodded to himself. “Jeonghan is, for lack of a better word, emotionally constipated. And what I mean by that is that it’s unusual for him to talk about things that are serious. And he overthinks a lot.”
“Ah, I see,” you nodded. It was true, you and Jeonghan didn’t have a lot of particularly serious conversations, but up until recently that had been a feature and not a defect.
“We are really glad he brought you! And despite what Josh said, Jeonghan doesn’t actually do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
You smiled. You liked Seungcheol.
“Miss YN!” a pair of small hands tugged at the hem of your shirt insistently, “Please come with me!”
“Ah? Sure, but first what is your name please?”
“Doyun! That is my dad,” the boy pointed matter of factly at Seungcheol, “And that is my mom!” his finger moved to point at Danbi, Seungcheol’s wife.
You nodded and gestured for him to lead you. You were pulled towards the pile of children around Jeonghan and before long you were also giving out piggyback rides of your own.
“Miss YN, why are you dating my Uncle Hannie?” Nari asked suddenly. You glanced around and were glad to see that Jeonghan was out of earshot.
“Hmm, that’s a tricky question,” you chuckled, “I suppose we like each other a bit.”
“Why?”
“Hmm. Well, he is very smart. And funny. He can be annoying sometimes, but mostly he’s nice to me and we like doing things together.”
“Hm.” Nari nodded, giving very little indication what she thought of your feedback. “He can be so annoying sometimes, I agree!”
You laughed at the enthusiasm of her statement before asking her to share exactly what types of things Jeonghan did that irritated her so.
“Cute,” Joshua smiled as he stood with Jeonghan, watching you laugh with Nari.
Jeonghan nodded. He was relieved that you seemed to be enjoying yourself. It had always felt too early to ask whether you wanted kids or a large family, but today was making him increasingly more curious.
“Does she want kids?” Joshua asked, as if reading his friend’s mind.
“I don’t know, actually. We haven’t discussed.”
“You should probably ask. That’s kind of a big deal for you,” Joshua’s eyebrows raised in surprise.
“We’re having difficulty communicating in general, lately,” Jeonghan finally admitted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well. I hope you figure it out soon, because I like her. Maybe even more than I like you,” Joshua couldn’t help but tease.
“YN, I hope you know that we will be leveraging you for babysitting now that we know how great you are with kids!” Seokmin joked after the children eventually lost interest in you and Jeonghan. “I don’t know why Jeonghan has been keeping you hidden from us for so long!”
“Same! Same, us too for babysitting!” Seungcheol’s wife, Danbi chimed in excitedly. “Doyun has never been too keen on Jeonghan, but he really seems to like you!”
Jeonghan scowled playfully and you had to laugh.
“Uncle Hannie? Can you help me fix my hair?” Nari materialized at Jeonghan’s side. Your chest squeezed as you watched him make quick work of redoing her left braid. Who knew Yoon Jeonghan could be so domestic?
…
“I have something to say,” you sighed begrudgingly as you slipped off your shoes.
“Me too,” Jeonghan turned to you, “You go first, though.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I was frustrated that you didn’t want to go to the concert with me and it hurt my feelings. I should’ve talked it out with you sooner.”
“I’m sorry too. I should’ve tried to explain why that game was important to me. I want to do things with you, but I also want to be able to do my things alone at times too.”
“No, I totally agree,” you nodded.
Jeonghan sighed, a huge wave of relief washing over him when you smiled at him for what felt like the first time in over a week.
“I also have something else to confess,” you admitted, playfully this time, as you tugged at the front of Jeonghan’s shirt.
“What’s that?” he leaned in, the scent of his mint gum teasing your nose.
“I have a big crush on ‘Uncle Hannie’,” you raised your eyebrows playfully at him.
“Oh really?” his left brow quirked up with interest.
“I-...,” you made a face, slightly embarrassed to say what you were thinking, “Seeing you with Nari is like…sexy in a soft way.”
“YN…are you losing your edge?” Jeonghan teased, fingertips digging into your hips just slightly.
“Maybe,” you couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact.
“Or do you have a breeding kink that you never shared with me?” he prodded shamelessly.
“Jeonghan!” you gasped, pushing him instinctively, “How can you say that so casually!”
“I mean…you’re way nastier than this, sometimes,” he couldn’t help but tease. He was relieved that he could still fluster you like this.
“Go away!” you pushed at him, ears turning impossibly redder. Jeonghan held you in place firmly.
“Do you want kids?” Jeonghan inquired gently, leaning in to trail soft kisses along your jawline from your earlobe to your chin. “Eventually,” he clarified.
“...Yes, eventually,” your breath hitched as he nibbled down your neck. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he answered easily. He had always wanted kids.
“Hmm,” you hummed, but it came out more like a desperate whine because Jeonghan had decided to suck gently at the hollow of your throat.
“My god, your sounds,” he groaned appreciatively as he kissed you.
“Ha-Hannie,” you swallowed, tugging him towards the bedroom.
“Uncle Hannie?” he baited you.
“Hnn,” you exhaled shallowly, “So soft. Giving piggyback rides, slicing cake, fixing pigtails,” you mused as you climbed over him.
Jeonghan’s eyes flashed at you. Realizing that you were so clearly aroused over such domestic things made his heart pound and listening to you say it in that breathy voice while straddling him was undoing him. And quickly.
“Careful, babe, your malewife Jeonghan kink is showing,” he teased, but he didn’t hate it.
You flashed him a catlike grin, rolling your hips as you unbuttoned his shirt leisurely. He groaned, his erection pressing insistently against you. Your hands stroked across his chest as you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and you trailed soft kisses down the center of his torso until you arrived at the waistband of his slacks. Your tongue toyed with the corner of your lips as you undid the button and zipper of his fly at a painfully slow pace. Jeonghan hissed at your teasing before you finally pulled him out.
“Ride me,” he requested, not interested in any delay today.
“Now?” you asked, surprised. Jeonghan was not one to turn down a blowjob.
“Up here, now,” he beckoned with two fingers. Who were you to say no? You undressed quickly before climbing over him again.
“So eager?” you grinned, shifting yourself along his length.
“I’m not the only one, it seems,” he remarked, feeling just how wet you were.
You flushed, but couldn’t deny it, so instead you reached down and slid him between your wet lips. Pressing up on your knees, you worked your hips up and down slowly, only about halfway. Jeonghan tolerated it for a short while before he grew impatient.
“All of it, princess,” he coaxed, placing his left hand around the back of your neck and pulling your gaze to meet his.
You clenched at the soft firmness of his tone, lowering yourself a little further, but not quite all of the way. Jeonghan’s eyes raked over you one time before he scoffed.
“All the way down,” he repeated himself. It was such a slight edge in his voice, but you picked up on it nonetheless and complied, sinking all the way down his shaft until you were flush against him. “Good girl,” he breathed, his right hand gripping your hip as he ground against you rhythmically.
“Jeonghan!” you gasped, brows knit together as you clutched his shoulders for support. You clenched around him as his pelvis pressed against your clit repeatedly.
“So good, so good,” he panted, lifting your hips up just to pull them back down, stroking into you deeply. “I wish you could see yourself,” he whispered up at you, “Taking me so good. All for me.”
“Yours,” you whined, unreasonably turned on at the possessiveness of his words. “All yours, Hannie,” you nodded, walls spasming around him as he continued to press into you, over and over.
“All mine?” he asked breathlessly, blown out pupils fixed on you.
“All yours,” you reiterated, pressing your forehead against his urgently. “Please, Jeonghan,” you begged, “Need you to cum in me.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, lips curled up into a half snarl, “My girl is so desperate for my cum?”
“Hannie, yes, please!” you plead desperately with him, “Nee-, need to feel you cum inside of me. God, I’m so close.”
Jeonghan groaned, hands gripping bruisingly at your hips, but it only served to egg you on. Your desperate sounds mingled with his and in the spur of the moment, Jeonghan bit down on your collarbone, the sharp sensation triggering your and his subsequent orgasms.
“Wow,” you blinked, gathering yourself as you both came to your senses.
Jeonghan pulled you tight against him as he nodded in agreement. His thoughts were a jumble after the day. Seeing how you fit in with his long time friends and their kids had cemented the fact that he did see himself with you for the long term. After your earlier words, he thought maybe you felt the same way, but he wanted to be sure.
“Do you see us together for a while?” he murmured softly against the top of your head.
“Hm?” your eyes widened at the sudden change in mood. “I…yeah, I do,” you answered honestly. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he replied almost before you even finished asking. “I really like who I am with you. You make me more patient and kinder. Everyone at work kept saying we’re not a match, so I just wanted to make sure that you like who you are with me too.”
Tears pricked at your eyes. You were speechless at his confession.
“Is that why you’ve been distant?” you asked as the new information started to fill in the gaps.
“Oh, I guess so?” he pursed his lips, “But you were being difficult too!”
“I know,” you sank under the covers slightly, ashamed of your own behavior. “I’m not very good at apologizing. I had to have a sidebar with Minghao and everything.”
“Oh? And what advice did he give?” Jeonghan found himself wondering. Minghao was still something of an enigma to him.
“He told me I could break up with you if I wanted,” you smiled at him bemusedly, “Because he knew I didn’t want to. And then told me to be an adult about it.”
“That…sounds about right,” Jeonghan chuckled. It didn’t really help clear anything up at all about where Minghao stood on him.
“He is a Jeonghan stan,” you laughed. “He really is on your team.”
“Equally likely that he hated me more than Seungkwan does,” Jeonghan joked, a sense of relief washing over him.
“Apparently you’ve been obsessed with me since before you even got hired,” you couldn’t help but poke fun at him. “‘If possible, could I review a copy of the current internal solve?’’” you quoted the email that Minghao had shared with you.
“I’m pretty sure it’s a violation of HR policy to share that with you,” Jeonghan glanced away, blushing.
“I was curious about you then, too, if you must know.”
Jeonghan gave you a confused look so you explained.
“After your interview, Bae would not shut up about how you solved my problem with less code. I asked Minghao to get me a copy of your solution because I needed to know how.”
Jeonghan’s expression changed to look at you in a way that knocked the air from your lungs.
“You know, l think I love you?” he blurted out suddenly.
“I might love you too, Jeonghan,” you grinned before snuggling back into him.
“Wait, so what did you think of my solution?” he couldn’t help but ask.
“Acceptable, but not nearly as good as mine,” you answered honestly. A laugh escaped Jeonghan’s lips. He had to agree.
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