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daemour · 2 months

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Pairing: Yunho x f! yn, mentioned possible woosan

Word Count: 4002

Warnings: cursing, kissing

Genre: Angst, fluff, e2l, school setting (unspecified), E for everyone

Summary: Getting flowers from a secret admirer was the highlight of your week. But with a certain blonde student disrupting your every day, things may change.

Hello @hotteoki <3 I am your secret admirer! It was great getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this! It kinda got away from me, and I do have a bonus woosan drabble that connect to this so i hope you enjoy it! and can you figure out who was giving the flowers?

“Ooh, look how popular you are, (Y/N), you got flowers again!”

Your peace of mind is shattered when you hear your worst enemy, Jeong Yunho walk by and tease you about your secret admirer. “Just because you’re going to die a lonely old geezer doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my flowers, Jeong,” you snap at him before returning your gaze to the bouquet of wildflowers lying on your desk. Every Monday, an assortment of flowers would be waiting for you, and every Monday Yunho teases you about it incessantly.

Yunho cackles, leaning forward (on your desk, might you add) and poking at the flowers. “What’d you get this time? White and purple lilacs? Cute. This person must really like you, (Y/N)...I feel sorry for them.” He punctuates each word with another poke and you close your eyes, exasperated.

“Jeong Yunho, get back in your seat before I smack you,” you threaten, but it does nothing to intimidate your personal pain in the ass. All he does is laugh and raise his hands in mock surrender.

“Hey man, I’m just saying. You’re so mean to me already, how would you be if they came out and told you.”

You blink at him, barely processing his words before your mouth drops open and you get ready to retort when the teacher comes in and you’re forced to sit down with a polite smile.

“Mr Jeong, please take a seat so we may begin our lesson,” your teacher calls out and Yunho shoots you a smile that you want to wipe off his face before taking his seat.

“I don’t understand what he has got against me,” you complain to your friends as soon as you sit at your lunch table. “Ever since we went into college he’s made it his life’s mission to annoy me. I don’t think we ever interacted with each other in middle school. Or even high school! I know he’s my neighbour or whatever, but he could stand to be nicer.”

Wooyoung slurps on his banana milk, not even caring about your issues, but Seonghwa leans forward, always invested in the gossip. Even if he’s heard the same thing from you dozens of times. “Maybe he likes you?”

You scoff loudly at the suggestion. “Ew, no.” You shake your head and shut down that idea. “Even if he did, that’s no way to get me to like you back! What, I fall into his arms? ‘Oh, Yunho, thanks for making fun of me and putting me down at any moment you get!’ Yeah, that’ll work.”

You roll your eyes so harshly you think they might pop out of your head and Wooyoung finally looks up. “Have you told him to stop?” You open your mouth to object but your friend cuts in again. “Or do you just fight him back and keep playing his game?”

You blink owlishly before sighing and leaning back in your chair. “You know, sometimes you can be pretty smart.”

Wooyoung nods happily before it hits him and his head snaps toward you. “Sometimes?”

Your usual bouquet awaits you when you arrive at school the following Monday. This week it’s white lilies and you stop to breathe in the fresh scent. But to your surprise, something else is sitting on your desk. A packet of mentos sits plain on the desk and you stare at it for a few unblinking moments.

“Do you like it?” You jump at Yunho’s voice suddenly appearing from behind you.

Of course. You whirl around and point at the offender. “Can’t you leave me alone? I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me, but really, dude. What lengths are you going to go to? How did you even find out my least favourite candy? Why do you keep bothering me day after day?”

Yunho stares at you, his eyes wide and you almost feel bad. Almost. But you shake away these unwanted thoughts and narrow your eyes. Wooyoung was right—you let the teasing go on for far too long. “Just leave me alone,” you sigh and plop down in your seat and bury your head in your arms, no longer wanting to see your biggest tormenter. (And yes, you are exaggerating.)

Yunho mumbles something you can’t quite hear but you’re unbothered by it and just steadily ignore him. There’s another pause before you hear him walk away and your shoulders relax. But even so, you can’t help but feel guilt for how you snapped at Yunho. Maybe he really didn’t know you were feeling annoyed.

But no, you can’t bend like that. He’s been bothering you for a good part of the school year and even if he thought you were okay with it, surely he should’ve at least gotten to know you before jumping into teasing you.

You have more important things to worry about anyway, such as your secret admirer. Every time you see a new bouquet on the desk, your heart rate spikes and you can’t stop a smile from growing on your face.

But, the more you think about it, the more worried you are about what the outcome of this would be.

And lately, not just flowers have been appearing on your desk. Sometimes, there’s a phone charm, maybe a strawberry milk or two, always something extra alongside it. It’s only made you more curious about your secret admirer, and you can’t stop talking about it to your friends.

In your quest, you’ve narrowed it down to two people, Choi Jongho and Kang Yeosang. Both are in your grade, although you don’t talk to them very often. You just know they’re on the quieter side so would be more likely to prefer secret gifts. Plus, you’ve had projects with both of them so they are at least connected to you in some way.

“Are you just going to spend your lunch doing this?” Wooyoung barges into your empty homeroom during lunch, carrying his lunch as well as a sandwich from the cafeteria for you. He pulls a chair in front of you and sits. “You gotta at least eat. Just because Hwa is sick doesn’t mean I’m gonna feed you in his place.”

You laugh, looking up at him and taking the sandwich. “Aren’t you doing that right now though?” You dodge his swat, laughing as you push aside your gifts of the day. “Anyways, yes. I have my guesses narrowed down, but even if they’re both wrong is just fun to me,” you shrug.

Wooyoung hums, leaning forward to poke at the ring pop. “Can I eat this?”

You can’t help but snort, nodding. “Go ahead. But, you know, I wonder if they’d ever come forward. All I get are gifts and I don’t know if they’d ever tell me how they feel. That's why I keep guessing. I want to know.”

A sigh escapes Wooyoung’s mouth, and he cocks his head. “But (Y/N), what if they don’t want to be known? I mean, maybe they’d just like to be anonymous and just it die after graduation?”

You shrug, meeting his eyes. “I just wouldn’t want to live my life not knowing. Of course it can be scary to confess, but missing that chance would be worse, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t ever reject them meanly if they turn out to be someone I wouldn’t like. Hell, my two guesses I don’t know if I’d want to date.”

Wooyoung nods, relaxing in his chair. “No, that makes sense. It’s better to get a solid answer than not. Do you think they’ll ever reveal it?”

Yet again, you shrug. “I really don’t know. I would understand if they don’t, but I hope they do.”

Wooyoung opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, the door to the classroom opens and an unfortunately familiar head of hair pokes through. “What are you doing here, Jeong?” you snap, eyes narrowing. “Can’t even have lunch in peace now?”

A choked sound escapes Yunho’s throat and he looks ready to run back out and pretend it never happened, but he swallows it back and steps into the classroom. “I want to talk to you, (Y/N). I promise it’s nothing bad. Will you hear me out?”

You narrow your eyes and beckon him closer. “Fine. What is it?”

His eyes flick to Wooyoung, who leans back with a face of disapproval. “You can say it in front of me too,” he states, his expression unchanging.

At that moment, you really appreciate Wooyoung. Although he’s the one who told you to set a boundary with Yunho instead of letting him have his fun, he’ll still have your back. Yunho glances at you but you make no move to correct Wooyoung so he sighs and steps fully into the room.

“It’s about the gifts. And no, it’s not a joke,” Yunho quickly adds when he sees your face shift to a deeper frown. “Uh. I was just passing by when I heard you talking to Wooyoung and I figured I should tell you now.”

A sinking feeling starts to grow in your stomach. “No–”

Wooyoung starts to look genuinely regretful that he decided to stay, and you can’t blame him one bit. “It is me,” Yunho confirms. “I wasn’t the flowers.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “You think that helps, Jeong?” You let out an exasperated sigh and a shake of your head. “You’ve been making my life here difficult for the better part of a year and I finally tell you off. And you think adding to my confusion on the secret admirer is going to help? You must be crazy.”

Yunho shakes his head frantically. “No, it’s not just that. Of course, I wanted to show I was sorry but there’s another reason. I…uh. Do I really have to say it in front of Wooyoung?”

You frown, eyes flicking back and forth between them before you sigh and concede. “Wooyoung, could you give him some privacy?”

With a nod and a face of pure happiness at not having to witness what would be awkward for him, Wooyoung practically runs out of the classroom, leaving everything but the sandwich he had brought for you. “What did you want to say, Jeong?”

“I like you, (Y/N).”

Before his words settle fully your head’s already a mess. “What?” You can’t get a full sentence out, just blinking at your classmate, whose ears seem to be turning red. “No, this is another prank, right? You’ve decided that I can’t just have a good time with my friends.”

Yunho steps forward, pleading with his eyes but you scoot back in your chair. “(Y/N), please. I’m being serious. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“You wouldn’t?” You scoff, even though it sounds a bit wet. “Tell me, why would I believe that? Even if you had left me alone, that doesn’t erase everything else you did to me. You don’t act with sincerity, Yunho. Go away like I told you to weeks ago.”

Yunho frowns and doesn’t go away, only coming even closer. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can make it up to me by leaving me alone. You can’t expect me to like you after bothering me so much, really now, Yunho.” You shake your head again, standing up and gathering your stuff, pointedly leaving the gifts he had been giving you on the desk. “I should go find Wooyoung now.”

And before Yunho can say anything you leave him standing in the middle of the class as you wander through the halls hoping to pass the time before your next class (thankfully not with him).

“Can you believe he did that?” You groan, pressing your face against Seonghwa’s shoulder as Wooyoung awkwardly pats your back. After successfully avoiding Yunho for the next week, you had to call an emergency movie night with your friends to figure out what to do.

“Well, I hate to say it, but I told you–” Seonghwa cuts off his jibe when you glare at him. “Look, (Y/N), you don’t have to accept him or even be friends. But maybe you could just let him try and redeem himself. He seems genuinely sorry. And if you do that and then still tell him no, maybe then you could feel less conflicted about it.”

“I don’t know if you should do that,” Wooyoung cuts in.

Both you and Seonghwa turn to face him with confused looks. Out of the three of you, Wooyoung was the most realistic when it came to Yunho. Seonghwa wanted it to end up like a storybook romance, while you just wanted to never speak to Yunho ever again. Wooyoung had always been the voice of reason that maybe Yunho just didn’t mean it with malice and was the one to tell you to set a boundary with Yunho in the first place.

“Why not?” Seonghwa frowns, shifting so that he can face the two of you properly. “Out of us all, you’re probably the closest to him since you know his friend, San.”

Wooyoung snorts, waving his hands. “Just because I’m friends with San doesn’t mean I’m friends with Yunho. I just think if (Y/N) doesn’t want to have anything to do with Yunho, then that’s that.” He shrugs, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn but Seonghwa isn’t letting it go.

“But I feel like it would be good for Yunho to learn how to properly apologise,” Seonghwa argues again. “He shouldn’t expect you to fall for him after he confesses right after an apology.”

You bite your lip and look at your hands clasped on your lap. Both of your friends have a good point, and to be honest, before Yunho had started bothering you, you didn’t hate him. In fact, every so often you had thought about inviting him to hang out with the three of you. You sigh again. “I’ll try. Just till the end of the school year, okay? When I see him with his friends he seems like a genuinely nice guy. Plus, wouldn’t it just make things awkward with you and San, Woo? San is one of Yunho’s closest friends after all.”

Wooyoung shrugs, still clearly unhappy but not willing to fight any longer. “What’s the worst thing that can happen? Yunho’s a cool guy, so I do hope he doesn’t screw it up.”

Seonghwa laughs. “Who knows? Maybe in the end, they’ll fall in love and get married and I’ll be the best man..”

You laugh and shove at him. “In your dreams. You just want to be in the wedding party.”

Seonghwa shrugs, leaning over to rustle your hair. “We all know it's true.”

“Oh, hi, Yunho.”

You didn't even have to find the tall blond this time. He's waiting by your locker. How did he even find out the number? You have no idea, and you’re not too sure you want to know.

“(Y/N), can I say something?” He holds out a bag with all the gifts you had left behind the previous week. “And you can honestly keep these. I don't like these candies anyway.”

“Uh. Sure? Thanks.” You take the plastic bag from his outstretched hands with only a little hesitation. “What's up?”

Yunho blinks, surprised at your willingness to listen, although he quickly composes himself. “Uh. My friend, San, told me I should apologise sincerely, not just saying sorry and then confessing.”

You can't help but smile at that—San and Seonghwa would probably make good friends. “Well, that would be appreciated,” you joke and Yunho’s body relaxes at your short laugh. “I can't fall in love if you go from bullying to loving.”

Both of you realise at the same moment how badly timed that joke was, but Yunho gracefully ignores that. “Would…would you like to go to the library with me after school today to work on finals?” Yunho almost whispers, as if he’s scared you would reject him. And at any time before today, you probably would’ve. But this time, you offer a small, unsure smile.

“Sure.”

And although your brain is screaming at you, your heart is telling you that this is not a mistake.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown close to Jeong Yunho. and his dumb smile. His jokes that somehow always make you laugh and also want to choke him out sometimes. Even your friend group has warmed up to him. Seonghwa still teases you in private about being with Yunho, but Wooyoung is just as friendly as ever and…also seems to be joining in with Seonghwa on the teasing. You’re not quite sure what to make of it.

But one problem still persists—the question of your secret admirer. The flowers have dwindled, although they’re still showing up. It’s almost finals week and you’re stressing out of your mind over the exams, and sometimes you can’t help but wonder to yourself if the person’s crush on you is dwindling. And why don’t you feel bad about it?

At first, you thought you liked them, whoever they are. You’d smile every time you see the flowers and you were genuinely relieved that your secret admirer wasn’t Yunho. But these days, you look at Yunho, and you wonder what would’ve happened if you had said yes to his confession. Would he hold you gently the way he holds your weekly bouquet to admire it?

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through your thoughts, his hand waving in front of your face.

“Ah– Sorry, Wooyoung. What’s up?”

“No, no, you seem distracted.” Wooyoung plops down in front of you, leaning onto your desk and looking up at you with his brows furrowed just slightly. “Is something wrong?”

You shrug. “It’s just that…I’m confused.” You sigh from your bones, propping your head up with your head. “I couldn’t stand Yunho for such a long time, and yet, these days I can’t seem to get enough of him. I look at him and I’m fond. I’m not looking at him and I’m fond. But what about my secret admirer? They’ve been constantly there for me just by giving me flowers. It’s always perked me up. But I don’t think I like them the way they want me to…the way I want to.”

Wooyoong frowns. “What do you mean, the way you want to? You can’t help it if you don’t have feelings for them. And sure, maybe you appreciate them, but it doesn’t mean you have to like them back. It’s not like you’re dating. Hell, you don’t even know who they are. Maybe they won’t give a shit, or maybe they’ll be disappointed but what can they do if they never told you?” He shrugs. “If you like Yunho, just go for it. He’s a nice guy, outside of how he treated you. And a little birdie may have told me that he still likes you.”

You nod, defeated and yet relieved. “That’s true. Hey, Wooyoung.” Your close friend cocks his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Thank you for your advice. I do appreciate you keeping my head out of my ass and in line. I know I don’t say it enough to you and Seonghwa, but you guys are my closest friends and I love you guys.”

Wooyoung’s smile softens as he leans in to give you a warm hug. “Can’t leave you floundering by yourself, dumbass.”

You slap Wooyoung on the shoulder but don’t break the hug. “Fuck off, idiot. I hope you stub your toe today.” You pause. “Did Yunho really tell San he still likes me?”

You can’t stop pacing the park in front of the school. You asked Yunho to meet you there after the last day of classes, hoping to ask him out, but now you’re starting to regret it. What if Wooyoung and San were mistaken and Yunho no longer likes you? What if he just laughs in your face and tells you it was a farce for a last prank before your graduation? You bring your thumb up to your mouth, biting on the nail as you debate between just playing it off as wanting to go to the arcade, or whether you should suck it up and tell Yunho. Or you just ditch him here and go home and eat a big tub of ice cream. The choice is yours.

You’re about three steps into your last plan of leaving when a warm hand grasps your wrist. “Hey, sorry it took me so long,” a familiar low voice hums. “San needed to talk to me. Hey, did you know–”

“Can I ask you–”

The two of you pause before giggling at the cliche interruption. “You go first,” you offer. “I want to hear the tea.” You wriggle your eyebrows at Yunho, making your friend snort.

“Did you know San likes Wooyoung?”

You blink for a moment before a grin breaks out on your face. “Oh, really? That’s so cute! I don’t know San well, but I know Wooyoung’s pretty fond of him. Hopefully it works out for them!” You’re pretty sure you’re practically sparkling from hearing about this. Wooyoung has always been the single one in your friend group—Seonghwa’s dating this one girl from a different area and they’ve been happy for years, and you’ve had on-and-off partners through the years. It would be nice if he finally liked someone.

Yunho nods, pleased. “I hope so too. They would be cute together. Anyways, what did you want to ask me?”

Ah. You’re pretty sure you’re looking a little sick from how Yunho’s barely hiding his concern behind his eyes. “Uh. So. I changed my mind. See you at graduation!” And hopefully never again.

But before you can back out like a coward and never face Yunho again, you catch a twinkle in his eyes and a knowing smile and you immediately have a sinking feeling in your gut. If your fears are confirmed, you’ll make sure to write a nice eulogy for your friend. “...What did Wooyoung tell San and what did San tell you?”

Yunho chuckles. “Same as what San told Wooyoung, who told you.” His smile somehow grows even larger. “Honestly, the only reason I haven’t killed San yet is because I’d like to see him and Wooyoung get together.”

Your eyes narrow. “Well, I’m not sparing Wooyoung that same courtesy. I sure hope San’s able to keep Wooyoung alive.” You turn away, ready to find Wooyoung to beat him up but the grip that you forgot Yunho had on your wrist tightens and he tucks you into a back hug, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

It feels like time stops as you can hardly breathe when Yunho’s chin rests on your shoulder. “You can fight Wooyoung later, but I think something is slightly more important than that.” And before you can say anything, Yunho spins you around and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Now it really feels like time has stopped for you, but all you can do is stare up at him with your face slowly heating up until you feel you may melt. “Uh,” is all you manage to eloquently say, but Yunho just smiles, waiting for you to gather your thoughts while looking at you softly. “Uh. I think that slightly is a bit of an understatement.”

Yunho bursts out laughing at your admission, leaning in again until his nose brushes against yours. “There’s the (Y/N) I know and love. May I kiss you again?”

You’re pretty sure he can feel the heat radiating off your face, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you nod before whispering out a ‘yes’. And, before you can even blink, his plush lips are on yours again. It feels like a daydream, but as your hands come up to cup Yunho’s face, you smile into the kiss and feel at home in his arms.

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barnesbabee · 11 months

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moth to a flame || J.Y

Summary: He'll chase you down until you love him.

Pairing: villain!Yunho x female!reader

Words: Shakira, Shakira, eres tu?

Genre: Smut, Angst, Miscellaneous; Long

⚠️ I am not romanticizing any of this stuff, it is called villain!Yunho because these things are bad. If you need warnings don't read my stuff you never know⚠️

The sight of silver hair under a hood in the night, a faint whistle in the distance, and the sound of heavy boots hitting the concrete was the townspeople's worst nightmare. Sometimes he would carry around an axe, a crowbar, or a bat, that he would drag against the floor or hit against the brick walls as if it were a warning saying "beware, here I come".

Coming across this man - if he could even be called that, as no one could believe someone so merciless could be human - meant certain death most times.

He did occasionally just wish to strike fear upon people, but he was known for stealing, vandalizing, murdering, disfiguring, torturing... Everything you could think of and more.

It was quite easy to avoid him, one should simply remain inside as soon as the sun began to set, but to everyone's dismay, the cold-blooded killer started becoming bored, he wanted to see how many people he could terrify at the same time.

Unfortunately for you, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had just exited your favourite café, drink still hot in your hand, when you heard tired screeching, as cars came to a halt, and a bunch of beeping. You turned your head to look at what you presumed was an irresponsible driver, but instead found a man.

A tall man, dressed fully in black, with his hood pulled over his head, standing in the middle of the road as if he were immortal, as if he knew the cars would swerve in his favour and not hit him. The man stood there, like a menacing shadow watching everyone's moves.

It wasn't until the wind blew over and revealed part of his silver hair and his menacing smile that people recognized who he was. The city came to a halt, and not a breath to be heard.

"I don't think I've introduced myself!" He shouted, reaching into the duffle bag by his side "My name is Yunho!"

The man pulled out two AK's and shot them at the sky. He then watched, with a smile on his face, as people scrambled out of their cars, running to safety. Others, perfectly depicting the egoism of the human race, locked themselves inside buildings, leaving their neighbours to fend for themselves outside.

Yunho sat on the hood of a car, tongue stuck out, with a huge smile on his face, as he watched the people run around like bugs hit with bug spray as if it was his own work of abstract art. The desperation of a human.

Once again hit by the worst luck possible, you ran back to the café you had just been in and tugged on the door handle. Locked. You banged on the wooden door, begging for them to let you in, but it seemed you were on your own.

You looked behind, hoping he hadn't caught you struggling and shaking in fear, but just then, you made eye contact with him.

Shit.

You wiggled the door handle as if you were strong enough to break a lock and burst in, but it was too late.

Yunho slowly removed his hood and climbed off of the car, to take a better look at you. The man's eyes widened, bewildered by your beauty, and in disbelief that someone so alluring could even be real. He took long, slow strides to get to you, your heart racing faster and faster at every step.

By the time he had gotten to you, you here crouched on the floor, your legs seemingly too weak to stand, eyes closed shut and back against the door.

Yunho grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look him in the eye. Somehow your terror, your fear... It did not please him. He did not want you to feel fear.

"Please... Don't kill me." You begged, your voice coming out in nothing but a small whimper.

Yunho tilted his head. He couldn't understand why you would think that he would kill someone so... perfect.

Before he could say anything sirens sounded in the background, seemingly getting closer and closer. Yunho grabbed your wrist and threw you inside of a random car that still had the keys in the ignition and he blasted off before the cops saw him.

In your head your death sentence had been signed, you were done for. You rested your head against the car seat and let your arms fall limp to your sides. Your relaxed outside did not match the insane heart beating inside of your chest. You wanted to run, but you knew there was no point, you were dead. Alive, but dead.

Suddenly, the car stopped. You knew that because you felt the machine coming to a halt, not because you saw it since all you could see was the world around you spinning.

There was a breeze coming from your side, and you heard a voice mixed with the endless ringing in your ear, but you couldn't make out what it said, so you didn't reply.

It wasn't until you felt the man pick you up bridal style that you lost the rest of your senses and everything went blank.

When you woke up you were in a comfortable bed, the most comfortable you had ever been. The duvet was made of feathers, the pillows were silky and there was a dim light coming from the headboard of the bed, so you could see your surroundings. To your right, big windows that displayed a beautiful view of the city's lights at night. To your left, an open door that, from what you could see, lead to a walk-in dresser, and on its side was a display case, full of trophies and pictures. In front of you was a wide door, with several paintings decorating the walls, and a vanity.

This room was pristine, well-decorated, and organized. Where the fuck were you!?

Suddenly you heard footsteps come your way, and the calm, heavy paces reminded you of the scenery previous to your black out. Your chest became heavy again, as if someone was sitting on it, and your breaths were harder to control.

You saw a tall, large figure in the glass of the large door in front of you, and it then opened slowly, revealing everyone's worst nightmare for the last two months: Yunho.

You gripped the sheets and sat up, knowing there was nowhere to run, and watched as the door revealed the whole man.

His hand reached for the light switch and he turned on the ceiling lights to look at you.

He had large sweatpants on, as well as a large, black t-shirt. He was barefoot, and honestly looked like a silver-haired Ryuzaki: with pale skin, dark circles and messy hair. He tilted his hair wile examining your body language.

You watched as he climbed on the bed, hovering on top of you. His face was a mere centimeters away from yours. He then stepped back and sat, cross-legged, in front of you.

"Are you scared of me?" The man asked, almost confused.

He looked like a little kid asking his parents if he was in trouble after spilling juice on the carpet.

Your throat felt like it was closed up, and you couldn't speak, so you just slowly nodded. You couldn't blink either, almost as if your brain had this idea that he would vanish the second your eyes closed.

The man frowned, he seemed angry at the response. He seemed to think he had done nothing to earn your fear.

"Why?" He asked, voice deep and serious.

"Y-You kill people... You torture them a-and you steal!" You explained, voice raising from the stress and fear.

"And that makes me a bad person?"

It was almost as if he lacked all sense of... anything, really.

"It does. You rob people of their life, of their freedom, of their stuff." You said, gesturing to the bedroom you were in.

"How do you know about all that? Have you seen it?" He asked, holding his head up with his head in amusement.

"Well, I saw you shoot two huge guns in the middle of the street yesterday." You argued.

Yunho shrugged.

"And who died?"

He did have you there... No one died...

"You stole someone's house!"

There was silence.

"What, you mean this house?" Yunho asked, gesturing around him.

"Yes."

Yunho laughed.

"This is my house princess. I was born here."

This time the silence came from you, as you were processing the words that came out of his mouth.

Yunho licked his lips and bit his lower lip as he got closer to your face.

"What? Only poor people get to be bad people? Rich people are such good souls, who could ever imagine a rich person being bad?"

"So you admit you're 'bad'." You said, nervously.

His hand wrapped around your neck, gently and slowly.

"I am bad, and I love being bad." Yunho whispered in your ear.

"B-but why? You got money, why do you do all that stuff when you could just... live comfortably? If- If you had issues surely you'd have the means to solve them."

He sat back on his heels.

"You seem to be under the impression that just because people don't have money they're more prone to be villains."

"Sorry, I don't mean that, I'm just asking... why?"

Yunho giggled.

"You're asking for what? My villain origin story?"

"I... guess."

Yunho sat against the headboard and moved you to sit on his lap. He didn't look very strong but committing crimes must've helped.

"Well, my curious little princess," he started, caressing your face, as he held you in place with his hand on your thigh "my mom worked in the government and my dad was a scientist. They didn't spend a lot of time at home because of their jobs but they were great parents and I loved them. When I was around 15 they started being home a lot more. The blinds were always shut for some reason and there had always been security around the house but it tripled around this time. Turns out my dad had made a discovery that would drastically help at least slow down climate change, and my mom had found out via her position that several world leaders and powerful CEO's were trying to cover it up because they would lose profit, they would lose benefits, they would lose the ability to control people based on their fear. My dad tried to spread the information but he was either intercepted or denied due to everyone's fear of 'the higher-ups'. They ended up being killed in front of me. I was hiding so no one saw me, but they were shot dead and dragged away. All of their work was stolen. I didn't even get to bury them, I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to say I loved them one last time."

Yunho's eyes were glossy and they were fixated on the wall, almost as if he was re-living the images in his head. He blinked away the tears and looked at you, all emotion absolutely gone, and instead replaced by a blank stare.

"They tried to be good and in return, they got killed. So what good is it to be merciful, to try to help?"

"Yunho I am sorry that happened to you, but why do you do it to innocent people? What wrongs have those people from yesterday committed?"

"Probably a lot. No one's innocent. But it's a vice. I started with specific targets, a couple politicians, scientists, government officials, a couple wives and husbands of said people, etc... Everyone that betrayed my parents that I could target. It became a vice, seeing people's fear and panic, I loved it. I loved that I could finally do that to them, and I can't stop now. Let it be known, however, that I never actually hurt innocent people. I just scared them a little to... keep them in line, let's say. Any news saying otherwise are copycats trying to ride on my coattails." Yunho said with a smile.

There was a smile and silence before he could speak again.

"But I didn't like the fear on your face, I really did not like it at all. I don't ever want to see you scared."

"Me? Why?"

Yunho caressed your face, and then the curves of your body.

"Because you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."

Your body instantly felt hot and you couldn't keep eye contact.

"And your way to make me not scared is to kidnap me?"

"Well, I wanted to show you I'm not that evil. I'm pretty alright!"

"What if... I want to leave."

Yunho gripped your thighs harder.

"I'm afraid that would not be possible."

"This is why... This is why I'm afraid of you."

The man's grip loosened slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go."

You pushed yourself off of Yunho and stared him down, angrily.

"So you take me against my will and then won't let me leave!? And then you try to tell me you're not a villain?"

Before Yunho could reply you ran out of the bedroom. You weren't really sure where you were going but you wanted to be away from him. You ended up in a different bedroom, where you tried to hide in the closet. The house was huge, from what you could tell, so it would at least give you some good minutes alone.

It took about 2 minutes from that thought until Yunho found you. He knelt down beside you and gripped your neck.

"I loved this game," he said, licking a stripe across your jaw "too bad I have cameras everywhere, princess."

You looked at him with teary eyes.

"Please... Let me leave, I'm scared."

Yunho frowned at the words.

"I don't like it when you're scared. Stop that."

"I... I can't. I can't stop it."

"I will make you fall in love with me then."

You scrunched your face in disgust.

"Okay, Don Massimo, that is creepy."

The man looked confused, and tilted his head, as if asking "what the fuck are you talking about!?".

"Don Massimo? The dude from 365 Dni?" You explained further, but he still seemed to not get the reference "It's a movie about this one guy that stalks this woman and then kidnaps her and says that he will try to make her fall in love with him in 365 days, if she doesn't he will let her go. That kind of seems like what you're doing."

Yunho's ears perked up and his eyes glistened.

"Is this an interest of yours? The movie? Let's watch it!"

Before you could protest and explain why that would be beyond uncomfortable and a terrible idea, Yunho was dragging you across the house to the ridiculously big and luxurious living room.

"Yunho, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?" The tall male said, as he ignored your complaints and rented the movie.

"It will be... uncomfortable."

"Why?" He asked, again, like a broken record, pressing play and dragging you to the couch.

"There's weird scenes..." You tried your best to explain.

You probably should've been explicit, but you were a little shy to blurt to this stranger "I don't want to watch hardcore porn next to you".

"I'll be fine, I've done stuff that some people find uncomfortable."

And with that, you shut your mouth, on one side a little anxious about the awkwardness that would ensue, but also a little curious as to if Yunho would be uncomfortable by something like that.

You let the scenes ride and watched the (awful) movie until the first sex scene came up: a blowjob. Nothing too extreme, but sexual nevertheless. You looked at Yunho sneakily, so he wouldn't realize you were staring. He was definitely a little more tense, but nothing too extreme.

It went all relatively well until the first hard sex scene began. Yunho's legs spread instinctively until his knee touched your leg, and after a particular choking scene, he whimpered.

Your head shot to look at him, and his head was resting on the couch, looking at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks.

"I really wanna do that to you... Please." Yunho whispered in your ear.

Your body felt hot, and your stomach felt like it was twirling. You wanted to press your legs together and grip the sofa's cushions, but in no way, shape, or form did you want Yunho to know how aroused you felt.

Yes, he had kidnapped you, but he was tall, attractive, strong, he had huge hands and to hear a dangerous man like that whimper and beg for you... It did things to you. The extra adrenaline coming from the danger element didn't help the case either.

"Talk about being attracted to toxic men." You thought.

Someone once said "It's better when it feels wrong" and you thought the sentence stupid until that precise situation, where you were perfectly aware of how fucked up it was.

"I said it would be uncomfortable. I'm not doing anything." You desperately hoping he would drop it, 'cause if he pushed you any further you'd give in.

To your surprise, he stood up.

"I don't want to be pushy, I accept your no."

He started to walk away, leaving you confused.

"Where are you going?" You asked, not moving from your place.

Yunho stopped for a second and looked over his shoulder, in your direction.

"If you're not gonna finish me off, then I will." He resumed his walk and then stopped once more "Don't try to leave, I have people outside that won't be as gentle as I am."

All of the speech sent a slight shiver down your spine, but you remained in place. You heard a door close in the distance and immediately sighed and relaxed against the couch.

"What. The. Fuck. What the fuck is going on!?" You asked yourself.

You figured you had a bit of time to kill, so you turned off the awkward movie and began your tour around the stranger's house. It was humongous, it had a modern stereotypical 21st century mansion vibe, and the rest of the place followed suit with the bedroom: clean and organized. No one would've guessed it was the house of a killer.

At some point, you began recognizing the paintings on the walls so you figured you had ended up back in the same place. You were about to turn around and try to find undiscovered areas when you heard a sound. The most beautiful, butterflies-in-the-stomach creating sound.

You got closer to make sure it was what you thought it was (or that was what you tried to convince yourself was the reason, deep down you just wanted to hear it better).

Yunho was whimpering and moaning like there was no one else in the house like there was no one to hear him fucking himself like crazy. You pressed your ear against the door, and your legs started rubbing together.

"If you're gonna be pressed up against the door listening to me can I at least be behind you?"

You froze at the sound of Yunho's voice, and he could tell by the way your legs stopped that you didn't know what to do. Yunho chuckled and fuck was it beautiful.

"The door isn't opaque, it's just like a car's tinted windows, I can see you, but you can't see me. Come in, princess. This time you can't deny you want me, you came to me."

You were hesitant as you reached toward the door handle, and again, Yunho could tell from your movements.

"Fuck," he groaned "ignore the fucking moral conflict in your head and come fuck me."

That was about what broke you. You were already very near the limit, it wouldn't have taken a lot to break you, and that surely did.

You opened the door confidently, but shut it back shyly, after seeing Yunho. The room was purple from the LED lights and there were all kinds of sexual paraphernalia on the walls. Yunho was lying on the bed, fully naked, fringe stuck to his forehead due to all the sweat, chest heaving up and down, and a black, leather choker that connected his neck to the headboard with the help of a chain.

Yunho called you over with his finger, and a cocky smirk on his face.

You walked over to him, slowly, very wary of his surroundings. Taking note of this, Yunho grabbed something and threw it at you. When you caught it you stared at your hands until your eyes adjusted to the lights and you could make out what it was. A key.

Yunho sat up on the bed and leaned forward, until the chain stopped him.

"I'm all tied up princess, you got control over me. Now come here."

You set the key on the ground, far from him, and stepped closer. When you were by the bed you turned around and removed your jeans. Slowly and with your ass perked up so he could take a good look at it.

With one hand, Yunho jerked himself off, and with the other he smacked and groped your ass.

You playfully slapped his hand away.

"Are you gonna make me beg, princess?"

You got on top of him, your clothed cunt rubbing against his hard cock.

"Maybe."

Yunho rolled his eyes back into his head and his hips against yours.

"Please, use me as you want, princess."

You bent down and kissed his neck, letting him grab your ass and push your core against his cock. He incessantly rubbed his cock against you as you worked on his neck, until you sat up to remove your shirt.

Yunho whimpered and bit his lip at the mere sight. You then kissed down his abdomen, until your lips reached his tip.

You started slowly, taking his tip in your mouth, sucking on it, and helping out with your hand. As time went by, you were taking more and more of him, until his hand was tangled in your hair and his cock was hitting the back of your throat. After a while, he was thrusting his hips into you, but he suddenly pulled on your hair, taking his cock off of your mouth.

You looked up at him, wondering if you did something wrong.

"I don't wanna cum in your mouth. I want to cum in you, make you mine."

You smiled and climbed on top of him. Your lips hovered over his, slightly touching but not enough to be called a kiss, until you thought "fuck it" and kissed him. It was sensual and intense, but not teeth-clashing rough. You could tell he was trying not to hurt you.

His hands gripped your ass and guided your body to grind against his cock. Said hands then sneakily made their way up your body and removed your shirt.

"I feel like I've begged enough, princess. just ride me."

You ran your tongue across your teeth and removed the remaining underwear.

"As you wish, baby."

Slowly, and with Yunho's help, you inserted him in you. The male threw his head back, his neck complimented by the accessory holding him back, and moaned.

"Shit, fuck- Who knew you could look ever better." Yunho commented with a shit-eating grin as you began riding him.

You grabbed your tits and sped up the pace. You were both a sweaty, whimpering mess. The look on Yunho's face made you forget how wrong and fucked up the situation was, and all you could focus was on how hot he was, and you horny he got you.

Yunho smacked your ass and guided your hips up and down his cock.

"You're doing so good princess, fuck."

"Shit Yunho, you're so big-"

"Do I make you feel good? Hm?" He asked, delivering another spank to your ass.

"Yes- yes, so good."

With those words, and the beautiful way his name sounded leaving your lips, Yunho broke free of his restraints and flipped you around.

You looked at him, shocked.

"I could always break free from that, I just wanted you to feel safe until you felt comfortable, and given the situation," he said, pausing to look at the way his cock entered you "I'm pretty sure you're comfortable."

You gripped his neck and pulled his face down, closer to yours.

"You little shit." You said, before closing the gap and kissing him.

Your hands gripped the hair on the back of his head as he fucked you. Your moans mixed with Yunho's in the kiss.

When his pace picked up he pulled away from your lips.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna feel you up good, yeah?"

"Fuck, fuck- yes!"

Three strong thrusts and Yunho buried his cocks deep in you, as he came with a loud groan.

He wasn't done, however. After you felt his dick slip out of you, it was replaced with his fingers and tongue, playing with you expertly until you came.

Yunho then handled you with care, pulling the sheets over your body and laying next to you, keeping you company while you slept.

The next day you woke up in a different bed and were quite startled until you found Yunho next to you. His eyes peeled open, as you ended up waking him by moving so violently.

"Good morning." He said with a groggy voice.

His hair was messy and his cheeks were red and puffy. You couldn't believe that was the face of a killer.

"How did I get here?"

"Oh I carried you here, I wasn't going to let you sleep in a sex room."

At least he was caring... You guessed.

Surprisingly, Yunho's cockiness was correct. The man was intoxicating. The way he cared for you, the way he fucked you, the way he loved you... It was unlike anyone else. You stopped being scared of him and started feeling safe. Even when he let you leave, you didn't. This was the one time you allowed yourself to do something ludicrous and spontaneous, a fucking stupid thing that would come back to bite you in the ass but while you were in it you enjoyed it more than anything else. Yunho brought out a side of you you didn't know you had, but enjoyed nevertheless.

The way he would leave the house and drive across the world to buy you authentic Italian pizza if that's what you wanted... It was the man you deserved. And for that, you were willing to ignore the crimes.

The crimes that died down once you appeared in his life, he was so intoxicated by you, so completely drunk in love that any rage or hatred was completely absorbed and vanished.

It was the same love that made him careless, his head was in the clouds and he lived and breathed for you. And the same way he lived for you, he died for you.

After years of searching, Yunho was tracked down, his recent negligence lead to him being followed, and three months after you had initially been brought to his house, gunfires were heard outside. Yunho, that was kissing you in the middle of the living room, pulled away and looked at you.

He was terrified. It was the first time, ever since that dreadful night when he was 15, that Yunho felt scared.

He was terrified to lose you, he was terrified that you'd feel scared again and he wasn't there to make you feel safe.

"Yunho?" You asked, looking at him with worry.

His eyes filled with tears, that, no matter how hard he tried to fight back, eventually ran down his cheeks. The man smiled, knowing his fate. The payback for his crimes... Life was indeed cruel, and he asked why must his happiness be taken twice.

"It will be okay, princess. Don't be scared, please." He held your face in his hands and kissed you softly.

"It won't Yunho! Please! Let's run."

"I have to pay for what I've done, but you have to go, before they see you."

There was a loud thud and a bunch of heavy steps echoed in the house.

"I will be with you until the end." You told him.

And Yunho didn't fight it. He held you close and kissed you, tears streaming down his face. The kiss was full of emotion. There was need, desperation, love and sadness to the mix.

"He's here!" You heard a loud voice yell right by your side.

"I'm not afraid, because I'm with you."

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"And I love you."

After those four words, Yunho's eyes closed for the last time, and he let himself go. He didn't get to say he loved you, but you knew, and you knew you'd never love like that again.

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hahafixon · 8 months

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12:22 AM ~ *Jeong Yunho*

Summary: You’ve always known Yunho was bad for you. But how could something so bad feel so right?

Pairing: Jeong Yunho X G/N!Reader

Genre: Suggestive Timestamp

Word Count: 237

Warning: Suggestive, make out session

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“You’re a dangerous one, you know that?” You mumbled between kisses. You could feel his cool lip ring against your warm skin as he attacked your neck, sucking at random intervals.

He paused to grin at you, a wolfish look in his eye, as if you were his prey he was about to devour. “Is that so? Now where did you get an idea like that?”

“Everyone says you’re bad news.” It was now your turn to kiss his neck, your nails dragging against his chest and abs.

You could feel the smirk he was giving you and the scoff through his shirt, under the pads of your fingers. “Who says? I’m just an innocent little puppy dog.”

“Mmm, more like a hungry wolf.” You teased, winking at him before he placed a strong hand on the back of your neck to stop your assault on his neck.

“Well, which would you prefer, my kitten?”

His stare was intense and the feeling of his fingers that were exposed from his fingerless gloves on your neck was burning into your skin. Every part of you was on fire, aching to feel all of him. You just wanted to be drawn in closer to the desire you knew you shouldn’t want but craved with every fibre of your being.

With a sigh, you murmured, “I’ll take the wolf.”

He gave a low growl, whispering into your ear, “Good choice.”

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atiny-piratequeen · 9 months

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Against the Tide: Seventeenth Dal Segno (Ch.17)

Pairing: Poly OT8

•❥ Rating: Explicit (18+)

•❥ Genres: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy

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•❥ Chapter Sws: Intercurial Sex, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Pet Names, (Accidental) Flashing, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Many, Many Consent Checks, Mutual Masturbation, Consensual Penetrative Vine Sex, Consensual Aphrodisiac Nectar Use, BDSM Undertones, Protected Sex, Ruined Orgasms, Virginity Loss, Hints of Sub Space

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-Sunday, March 24th, 8am-

-228 Days Remain-

Hongjoong’s life was quickly becoming full of firsts.

Of all of them, he found waking up pressed against Yunho was definitely at the top of that list of new developments.

Though…he supposed this wasn't the first time.

This memory thing was going to be…complicated, he could tell.

With a frown, Hongjoong looked up, reaching to cup Yunho’s face gently. His breath came out in small, halted puffs, careful any given exhale would wake the taller man.

Yunho’s face twitched for a brief moment before he pressed into Hongjoong’s small hands, humming quietly.

Hongjoong worried his lip between his teeth, gently rubbing Yunho’s cheeks. The events of last night rolled through his mind, his cheeks darkening as he remembered his state of undress.

His thoughts caught up to him, reminding him of how his bath had gone.

🧼

"It's okay if you fall asleep, I'll be watching over you."

Hongjoong tiredly looked up, curled up in a towel Yunho had fetched for him, taking in the handsome man's features for the umpteenth time that evening.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a passing thought. One of the other men in the house could see him like this as Yunho walked down the hall. There wasn't any sense of urgency in the taller man's strides, and Hongjoong could imagine any moment one of the doors they were walking by would open and he'd have another pair of eyes on him.

….

His brain was too tired to process the way that thought alone made his heart flutter and hiccup in his chest.

Yunho finally got to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet seat and pressing a kiss to his head before moving to run the bath water. Hongjoong watched his backside, hugging the towel around himself as a small draft made goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Oh, darling you're shivering. Hold on-" Yunho, who must have turned to address him at some point and noticed his shivering, rushed over to the door once more.

"Yeosangie!"

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, his head snapping towards him as he heard the sound of rushing footsteps.

"Hm? Yu? What's wrong?" Yeosang’s gentle voice chimed in as he stood in front of the door. Yunho blocked the view of Hongjoong casually with his body as he smiled in greeting.

Yes, they had seen him naked countless times before, but this Hongjoong still had no clue about that and Yunho wanted to respect him as much as possible.

"Hi baby, I know it's late, but do you mind turning the heat up in the house? It's cold."

Yeosang smiled and nodded, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down for a chaste kiss.

"Anything else you need, puppy?"

Yunho glanced behind him, locking eyes with Hongjoong. He nearly snorted at the deer-in-headlights expression on his face before he looked back towards a patiently waiting Yeosang.

"Just some warm towels, if that's alright?"

Yeosang stole another kiss and nodded.

"It'll be there when you get out. Call me if you need anything else. Have a good night’s sleep, my love." Yeosang looked towards Yunho’s shoulder for a moment, where he knew Hongjoong was just beyond view. A selfish part of him wanted to see him. See the flustered mess Yunho had left him in.

The brunette doctor knew all of their bodies better than even they knew themselves.

It had been…entirely too long since he’d been able to think about any of those types of expressions on Hongjoong’s face after they'd lost him. Yeosang had promised to never use his foxfire to create a double of any being they'd lost, and he took that very seriously.

Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to split himself and make a Hongjoong copy on the particularly rough nights.

His resolve remained strong, however.

Hongjoong made him promise to never use his fire to "replace" the dead anymore and he'd be damned if he disrespected him and his memory like that by disobeying.

Guilt would swallow him whole if he did. Yeosang was sure of it.

He must have been clearly lost in his thoughts longer than expected, as a gentle kiss to his lips brought his focus back in front of him.

The ex prince looked up and flushed slightly.

"Sorry…zoned out. I'll get right on those things now." He once again glanced at Yunho’s shoulder before meeting his eyes.

"Give…give Cap a kiss for me please?" He whispered. Yunho nodded and smiled brightly.

"I'll give him kisses for all of us. Soon you can give him kisses yourself." He responded softly before backing into the bathroom.

Hongjoong looked up at him, flustered.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake anyone…"

"I called him. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. C’mon let's get you cleaned up."

Hongjoong quietly watched Yunho strip down, frowning when he noticed the brunette man was still half hard. A small sense of guilt overcame him as he stared.

"Joongie?"

"I'm sorry..you never..um..finished…" Hongjoong wished the floor could swallow him sooner than later at the surprised look Yunho gave him.

"Oh? Please don't worry. I'm not bothered by it."

Somehow that made the pianist feel worse, his frown settling in his features. If only he hadn't gotten tired they could have-

"Hongjoong."

Apprehensive eyes met kind ones as the two stared at each other.

"If it bothers you that much, we can fix it."

That's how, ten minutes later, Hongjoong ended up bent over the tub, gripping the edge as Yunho thrust between his thighs, his cock sliding between them as Hongjoong squeezed them close together.

Hongjoong’s head was spinning, once again finding himself really enjoying the size difference between the two of them. Yunho gripped his hips, balls slapping against his ass as he purred praises to Hongjoong

"You have mmm..such a hold on me, even your thighs can make me cum~"

Hongjoong’s thighs were probably red by now, his breath coming out in quick puffs as he held the tub. Yunho’s lips found their way to his neck again, kissing and nipping as he placed his palms over Hongjoong’s, holding his hands as his breathing began to come out irregularly.

Hongjoong looked behind him, catching and holding Yunho’s gaze as he rocked his hips back. Even while aroused, Yunho’s eyes held a warm and inviting gaze that made Hongjoong melt below him.

“Will you cum for me, Yunho?” The words slipped from his lips before he could think twice, though he almost looked away in embarrassment. Yunho let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper as he nodded his head, leaning closer and holding his hands a bit tighter. Hongjoong arched his back, his lips hovering below Yunho’s as he clenched his thighs tighter together.

“Then cum for me, Puppy.”

The oreo-haired pianist was grateful for Yunho’s firm hold on him. Had he not have had it, Hongjoong undoubtedly would have fallen over as Yunho’s hips worked faster, chasing the orgasm he’d gotten permission to have.

Hongjoong’s cheeks ignited as Yunho finally came between his legs, making a mess of his thighs as he rocked his hips, milking his own cock with Hongjoong’s thighs. Once he was finished, he pressed kisses onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, hugging him close and keeping him upright as he took in a long, steadying breath.

Hongjoong smiled and put his hands over Yunho’s, pride blooming in his chest that he could at least do this, since he’d ruined their previous endeavor in his mind.

As if sensing Hongjoong’s mind wandering, Yunho picked him up, kissing his head as he lowered his voice to a familiar tone that made him melt.

“C’mon. I promised you a bath. Let me give you one and we can get to bed.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded, turning to steal a kiss as Yunho guided him into the tub.

🛁

While he was daydreaming, Hongjoong missed the signs of Yunho stirring. It made him startle when he finally focused back on the present and found Yunho’s tired eyes staring back at him.

“Good morning.”

Hongjoong flushed at the tone of voice before blinking at the cadence. It was slightly off, an accent that didn't match up to Yunho’s usual one. It also tumbled deeper, and Hongjoong realized it wasn’t Yunho at all.

“G..Geb?”

Icy eyes stared back at him as a kind smile stretched over the taller man’s face.

“You remembered me, as well? I’m very flattered. Good morning, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong blushed, his fingers twitching on Geb’s cheek. He wondered if he should let go for a moment, before biting his lip.

He still had so many questions

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

“I…this is just a lot to take in.”

“I can imagine. Is there anything I can do to ease your worries?”

Hongjoong wanted to ask questions. Get clarity. But part of him remembered the brain splitting headache he'd gotten last night.

Just wait. Yunho said he'd help.

“Hongjoong.”

His head snapped upwards and he looked into warm brown eyes, finding Yunho staring back at him in concern.

Yunho was in control now, reaching to caress him gently. Hongjoong found himself pressing more into his touch, eyes closing. The ex doctor gently ran his thumb over the apple of his cheek.

“How did you sleep?”

Yunho hummed, eyes drifting up as if pondering it seriously. Hongjoong poked his cheek, arching a brow at him as Yunho began to laugh.

“Yah, don’t make me anxious like that.”

Yunho laughed and turned to kiss the tip of his finger.

“I haven’t slept that well in a very long time. You could say I slept like a rock.” He beamed, mentally high 5ing the earthen god inside of him as Hongjoong stared at him, eyes squinted for a moment.

“Did…did you just make a rock pun?”

The sound of Yunho’s joyous laughter and Hongjoong’s half-hearted complaints carried down the hall as Cheese slowly lifted his head, shaking himself out as he moved to sit by the back door.

He didn't want to scare the new friend.

Outside, Mingi sat with his back to the home, fiddling with a leaf between his fingers. His mind swirled slightly, complex emotions mingling and tangling in his head, though outside, his face remained blank and neutral, counting the veins at the back of the leaf.

A hand appeared before him, holding a cup of coffee. He looked up, his thoughts quieting for a brief moment as his eyes met steel grey. He looked at the coffee, lips pursed.

“....”

“It’s cold out here and you’re up early. I made an extra cup for you.”

“....”

Seonghwa’s eyes looked towards the pavement below both of them for a moment before he knelt down and set the coffee cup on a wooden box Mingi was using for his gardening equipment.

Mingi’s eyes didn’t follow him.

“....I’ll be out today. I let the others know. If you need me, please contact me.”

Mingi turned to look at him out of the corner of his eyes as Seonghwa stood once more, hesitating for the briefest of moments before he turned on his heel and walked away.

Once the door was closed and Seonghwa’s form had disappeared from view, Mingi let his head thump back on the side of their home, looking up towards the sky.

‘If you need me.’

There were many clouds in the sky today.

-9am-

Hongjoong shuffled slightly as he sat at the kitchen table. Yunho had lent him one of his shirts, but he didn’t realize they would be eating out at the table with the other gentlemen of the house.

He…he would’ve put pants on.

Instead, he was acutely aware of the fact he was in a pastel pink sweater that left all of his collar out and exposed, bite marks still bright red and dotting his skin.

And he was completely cock and ass out underneath this damn thing.

At a time like this, Hongjoong was glad for his stature and that the size difference between him and Yunho had come in handy for something else other than his incredibly feral mind.

“Here you go, Hyung!”

Hongjoong looked up as Yeosang swooped into view, setting a plate in front of him. He looked down, eyes widening and his mouth watering as he noted the fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and both bacon and sausage taking up the plate. Yeosang smiled at him, seemingly to the moon at the way Hongjoong’s face lit up when he took his first bite.

“This is amazing!”

A twinge of pink came to Yeosang’s cheeks as he bowed slightly, hiding his gaze with his bangs before he set the second plate beside Yunho. The tallest of the trio smiled as well, reaching to lace his fingers through Yeosang’s silky-looking brunette hair. He pulled him in, kissing him slowly. The ex-prince made a muffled surprised noise before melting into the kiss, holding the small platter he used to bring their plates over close to his chest.

Hongjoong watched them out of the corner of his eyes, cheeks slightly bulging.

He’d wondered between all of the heated touches yesterday with Yunho, if there would come a time when he felt jealous of the other men his new boyfriend was in a relationship with. He’d acknowledged how ridiculously selfish that came off as, him being the new person to suddenly start dating their boyfriend, and to get jealous over his time spent with them…

But something deep within him made him feel that wouldn’t be a problem.

Instead, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Aside from Wooyoung and San, he admittedly, hadn’t seen any of the eight men being overly affectionate with one another, at least not in front of him. While he was well aware some people just preferred to keep those things private-his sister with Chan or Changkyun with Jooheon, for example-something about the demeanor of the men seemed…strained and it made him quite sad.

But now, for this kiss Hongjoong was realizing he had been staring at for way too long, the pianist felt happiness bloom. A small voice in his mind sighed in relief.

‘They’re okay…’

Hongjoong blinked and sat up straighter, looking away with a deep blush. Regardless, he should stop staring. He’d hate to have to explain why he’s looking so hard at the two kissing beside him. Or, worse yet, come off as jealous when he’s just gotten into this relationship of his.

He turned his gaze back up front and immediately choked.

Ass.

A very fine and very toned ass, he might add.

God, is this it? Is this the day Hongjoong fucking dies?

He pounded on his chest, coughing as he realized it was Jongho. The pair of briefs he had on clung to his ass for dear life while he half turned to look in Hongjoong’s direction, arching a single brow.

“You okay, Ca-Hyung?” He corrected himself, watching as Hongjoong wheezed, covering his mouth. Yunho immediately broke away from Yeosang, eyes wide as he flew over to get behind Hongjoong.

Suddenly, his chair was pulled out and he felt himself get lifted as Yunho’s arms came around to pick him up.

“Hold on, I got you!”

Now, Hongjoong had been trained for a significant portion of his life on how to fight and defend himself. He had certain instincts that were in him. Including when being suddenly grabbed from behind.

One of the said instincts is to immediately try and break free of said grab.

The moment Yunho slightly lifted his bare feet from the ground, Hongjoong’s lower body immediately jolted, his hands flying up to grab onto Yunho’s hands.

He instantly regretted the decision when he felt the ends of his shirt go up, completely flashing everyone in the room.

Of course, as soon as he had flashed everyone, Mingi stepped inside.

Yunho paused, eyes wide as Hongjoong's feet dangled an inch above the floor.

"U..uh…did I get it?" Yunho quietly inquired as Hongjoong went red to the tips of his ears.

"YUNHO PUT ME DOWN."

Yunho set him down immediately, clearing his throat as Hongjoong plopped down in the chair, covering his face.

Jongho tilted his head to the side before looking down at his state of undress, tā moko and scars adorning his muscular frame.

Ah, was the Captain embarrassed by his nudity?

'If that's his reaction right now, maybe we should be naked next time and really give him something to look at.'

'SHUT UP.'

While Jongho didn't blush at the initial incident, his face darkened at the notion ever so slightly, thrown off at the idea.

'Are you fucking BLUSHING? Right in front of me? We're CONSTANTLY naked in front of our lovers.'

'I should have killed you holy shit shut up shut up-'

'.....'

The silence in Jongho’s mind immediately made him on edge and once he felt the fractured god inside of him smirk, he knew he was in for some bullshit.

'Ah. I know what it is. How long has it been since the baby bear has felt the intimate touch of his lovers, hm? Does it make you flustered to think of their eyes on you? Wanting and needing your touch? I'm inside of you, Jongho. I know exactly how pent up you are. And the little Captain is just as loud as we always remember, maybe we should-’

“Oh my gods-”Jongho’s minor outburst startled Hongjoong before he excused himself, storming down the hall, cheeks darkened as he cursed Whiro out in Maori.

Hongjoong peeked through his fingers, watching the youngest leave before deflating slightly, feeling like he was the cause. Mingi grabbed a plate quietly and thanked Yeosang before leaving, as well. He passed San without a word as he headed up to his room.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-” Hongjoong mumbled into his palms, his face once again ignited. Yunho rubbed the back of his own neck, putting an arm over Hongjoong.

“S-sorry I misunderstood and thought you were choking-”

Yeosang looked the two men over and laughed behind his hand. They still had a ways to go, but the chaos of the morning had reminded him of days since past.

“Don’t worry, we’re a house full of men, it’s not like it's something we haven’t seen before.” He smiled as Hongjoong turned his gaze to him and from the stove, San turned and rose a brow.

“Wh…what? What just happened?”

-12pm-

Hongjoong fidgeted as he sat in the passenger’s side seat, Yunho had driven him home, but for the first time in his life, Hongjoong hesitated to go to his own home.

He wanted to stay with Yunho longer.

As if he’d picked up Hongjoong’s silent conflict, Yunho leaned down to lightly kiss his temple.

“Do you want me to come inside? It's Sunday, so I don’t have to rush home. If you’d like me to stick around a bit.”

Hongjoong shook his head, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“N-no it's okay, I should probably let you go so you can spend time with the others…I’m still so sorry about this morning I didn’t mean to-”

Yunho looked into his eyes for a while before he chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“I know it was a bit chaotic, but I doubt any of them actually mind. I’ll go for tonight but Hyung,” He lifted Hongjoong’s chin, kissing him slowly and slightly crowding him against the door. When they separated, Hongjoong’s face had once again turned a brilliant shade of pink.

“I look forward to the next time I get to fall asleep with you in my arms.” He sent him a wink, followed by a smile that lit his face up, laughing as Hongjoong lightly swatted at his chest.

“F-flirt!” He grabbed his bag and quickly exited the car, hugging the coat Yunho had lent him close to his chest. He looked up his driveway, slowly blinking when he found the front blinds pulled up and several pairs of eyes staring at them. He coughed and made his way up the driveway, barely able to reach the front door before it swung open and he was yanked inside by his friends.

"AH FUCK-" he let out quite an undignified scream as his friends began to chatter around him.

“Okay spill.”

“Holy shit, who’s clothes are those?”

“Goodness he bit you the fuck up, didn’t he, I didn’t take him for that much of a biter-”

Hongjoong’s head spun as all of his friends began to chatter all at once. Eventually he raised his voice over the confusing babbel, making them all quiet down instantly.

“Okay! Holy shit, one question at a time.”

The group paused for a moment before Yeonjun cleared their throat.

“When the hell did you start liking the puppy dude?”

Hongjoong scratched the back of his neck. It wasn’t a complicated question. It had to have been in the last month or so.

But still…from those images…those…memories? It would make sense to say he’d liked him all along.

Liked? Loved. He loved him. A lifetime’s worth of love.

Though Hongjoong was sure if he dropped suddenly he'd been in love with someone who, in the eyes of his best friends, he'd only met a month ago, he'd have a lot more chaos erupt in this foyer.

He still had to get to the bottom of what was happening.

The more he tried to rationalize those thoughts and fit them neatly in his mind under a certain label, the more he felt painful radio static crackle and pierce into his head.

‘Not now. There’s too much missing.’

“I..um…I guess this past month or so? He’s really cool and I vibe with him well.” Hongjoong muttered, satisfied when the crackle in his mind subsided. It really did seem like he needed to wait before he could unravel more of…whatever this is.

How frustrating.

Chungha handed him a cup of white peach tea, gently nodding toward the living room.

“Guys, you all like, swarmed him as soon as he opened the door, let him get inside and sit down before you start grilling him.” She lightly scolded them. Yeonjun, Felix, and Chan pouted ever so slightly while Changkyun gently put his hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

“C’mon, you must be tired.”

Hongjoong smiled and made his way into the living room, sitting down and taking a sip. A smile lit up his face and Chan looked at the marks all over his neck.

“You didn’t get hurt, right? Everything was consensual?” His voice was even, though Hongjoong could tell by his body language he was in his ‘protective big brother’ mode. It brought a smile to his face as he nodded.

“...Yeah. A little bit surprising but everything that happened was with consent. He was very sweet and careful about that.”

Chan’s demeanor relaxed considerably and Felix let out an audible sigh from beside him.

“Oh good, he’s not some tall ass, sex-hungry creep.”

Hongjoong sent him an incredulous look as Chungha elbowed him. Yeonjun and Changkyun laughed at either side of him before the former stopped abruptly, grabbing Hongjoong’s hands and looking into his eyes.

“Okay so. How was it?”

Hongjoong stared.

“How…was…what?? Exactly?”

Yeonjun arched a brow.

“His stroke game, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong’s face ignited and he immediately swiped at Yeonjun’s head, letting out an indignant noise.

“YOU CAN’T JUST ASK THAT.”

“I mean, I just did. Whether or not you feel comfortable disclosing is a different conversation.” They responded, yipping and rubbing their head when Chungha smacked them with the top of her house slipper.

“Again, he just got in the house, stop interrogating him!” She scolded them before she looked at Hongjoong.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. It came as a surprise, but you’re safe and happy and that’s all I could ever ask for. I meant what I said, though. If he hurts you, I’m going to break his dick. In half.” She smiled sweetly at the cold threat, all the others in the room shuddering visibly at the phantom pain of the threat.

“It’s okay I’m actually…I need some…advice?”

They all looked at him and he moved his gaze to the floor, fidgeting with his bracelet. He blinked, noticing his birthmark had gotten a bit darker.

Huh. Had he gotten a bruise somewhere?

Anyway-

“I uh…we almost?? Had sex but I kind of..chickened out. Um..help?” Hongjoong liked to think he was pretty good at sorting his thoughts out, but he’d be lying if he said this entire situation hadn’t thrown him ass over head and left his thoughts in a spiral.

All of his friends blinked owlishly at him before Chan stood.

“This is weird, I’m gonna grab a water and I’ll be back.” He spoke quickly, ejecting himself from the conversation completely as Felix snorted beside him. Hongjoong’s cheeks, for the nth time that day, once again darkened in color.

A fair response from Chan, to be honest. The older performer was basically his brother and he could imagine how weird and off-guard the question had taken him by.

Changkyun rolled his eyes half-heartedly and hip checked Yeonjun out of the way from their position in front of Hongjoong on the floor. He sat with his legs pretzel style and sent him a kind, mature smile.

“What exactly are you asking for help with? Initiation? Prep? Foreplay?”

Hongjoong coughed and dodged the pillow Chungha had hurled over his head to hit Felix.

“Stop laughing! He’s already flustered!”

Hongjoong silently wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him. He’d had many conversations with his close friends and even his siblings that were downright embarrassing, but he’d never been the focus of any of them.

Now that he thought about it…Hongjoong couldn’t recall a single time he had been romantically or sexually interested in anyone until now.

The revelation hit him like a sack of bricks, and his lips parted ever so slightly.

“Holy shit.”

Changkyun blinked before gently nudging his knee to bring him back down to earth. Hongjoong jolted ever so slightly before clearing his throat.

“Sorry, erm….all of it? We came close last night but…he took the lead and guided me through all of it. I feel…a bit bad because I stopped right before we’d gone all the way and even though he was super nice and patient with me I-”

The laughter around him died and he felt a gentle hand comb through his mismatched hair. Yeonjun moved to sit beside him and continued petting him slowly, the teasing glint in their eyes completely gone.

“Honey, do you want advice because you want to have sex with him or are you trying just because you feel bad it didn’t happen?” They inquired, searching Hongjoong’s eyes as he turned his head.

While he did feel bad that he hadn’t done nearly as much for Yunho as he’d felt the taller man had done for him, Hongjoong couldn’t help but to roll those images through his head.

Of a time before this. A time when they had laid together, entangled in each other, body and soul. Melded together so close it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.

He didn’t want that feeling to stay in his dreams.

“I want it. I just don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He admitted. Seemingly, his friends breathed a collective sigh of relief before Changkyun grabbed his attention.

“Okay, so I’m gonna explain some things, it’s going to be traumatizing for all of us, and we’re gonna come out of this with some confidence.”

A smile came to his face as his comment ripped a laugh from Hongjoong’s throat. The others soon followed suit as he rolled out of his position on the floor and stomped into the kitchen.

“Christopher Bang Chan you get in here and help us with the communal suffering or so help me-”

The peels of laughter increased in volume at the faux shriek Chan let out when Changkyun came for him. Slowly, Hongjoong’s anxiety ebbed away.

He wished Siyeon was here to help him with the rest of his close friends, but for now, he’d take the help wherever he could get it.

-1pm-

-Namsan Mountain Park-

“Thank you for meeting with me. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you.”

The sound of a can opening fills the small break in conversation before a small laugh followed it.

“Hardly. It was only a matter of time before one of you asked me to talk to you. I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

Seonghwa looked at the tattooed hand that had stretched out to him before taking the melon-flavored carbonated drink offered to him. Across from him, sat the Ishihara patriarch himself, not at all uncomfortable by the sudden summon from the ex prince.

That probably made things a lot easier.

“Excuse my bluntness, but I want as many answers as possible.” Seonghwa continued, taking a small sip of the drink. His brows went up for a moment before he took a bigger one, drawing a laugh from the man across from him.

“I’ll answer what I can. Do understand I won’t be able to answer some of them just yet.”

Seonghwa’s lips pursed in disapproval for a moment before he sighed and looked him in the eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Apollo, god of the sun, amongst other things.” Miyavi shrugged a shoulder, as if that had been the simplest thing in the world.

Seonghwa slow blinked, staring at him for a beat of silence before he took another thoughtful sip of his drink.

“Please don’t think I don’t appreciate it, but how is it that the God of the Sun came to be the adoptive father of our Captain?”

Miyavi tapped his chin ever so slightly before he smiled.

“Your little pirate captain approached me centuries ago in Delphi. Something about him moved me, and I felt the urge to make his time there enjoyable. I wonder, do you all remember the hidden orchid you found? The wolf that led you deeper? That was me. I’m glad you enjoyed your time, by the way, I don’t let just anyone in there, you know.” he adjusted some of the rings on his fingers, letting the words sink and click into place in Seonghwa’s mind. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before he was continuing, his eyes never leaving the god’s face.

“That’s not all of it, surely.”

“Not at all. I suppose you can call her my…cousin? Of sorts? The daughters of Poseidon, Charybdis and Scylla were disturbed by you all, it seems. Something about a stolen object. I did my best that night, I truly did, but was stopped up in Olympus from intervening. An offense had taken place and the girls had, technically, every right to be enraged. Especially after the slaying of Charybdis.”

Seonghwa’s expression soured.

“Are you saying we’re at fault?”

“The one who took the rod, mostly. But still. That’s beside the point now. I spent time trying to locate his soul, and it wasn’t easy. Siyeon had ended up being the catalyst piece here. She’s a witch and began worshiping the Sun. I heard her. Well, so did some others. Had to call in a few favors and almost got stabbed by Amaterasu, but I attuned myself to her worship because I saw her in an old prophecy. She led me right to Hongjoong, but unfortunately, time had already run out before I could make any significant moves into figuring out how to reverse the curse. I made a deal with my…step mother, I suppose I can call her, and was able to pin down where this latest Hongjoong had been reborn and Melody and I decided the best thing to do was to insert ourselves into his life to guide and protect him as best we can. This is…the only chance I have to assist you.” he looked away, and Seonghwa knew there was something else.

Across from them, a bird faltered as it took flight.

“,,,,Your step mother…I assume you mean Hera?” he inquired.

Miyavi nodded, downing the rest of his own drink before he tossed the can into a bin a good distance from where they sat.

“....doesn’t she hate you?”

“With a burning passion. Tried to kill me and my sister Artemis as soon as we were born.”

Seonghwa had an ever growing pit in his stomach. Part of him wanted to stop asking questions, just leave it be, there’s no need or reason to probe any deeper, just leave it. Focus on Hongjoong focus on the pace they're working at, it's chaotic enough just LEAVE it-

“It’s not as easy as it should be anymore, is it?”

Miyavi chuckled and looked at him out of the corner of his eye, a small glint in his eye confirming more than any words ever could. Seonghwa’s brows furrowed and he let his shoulders drop.

“Don’t do that. No matter how bad it gets, don’t ever let yourself feel defeated before you’ve fought. You’ve searched high and low for him and now he’s in front of you. You have a literal god helping you. Well, several, if you count the Egyptian and Māori ones tagging along with your group. I would say the odds are in your favor. I’ll continue to help as much as I can.” Miyavi offered kindly, looking at Seonghwa like he did his own children. Seonghwa’s brows remained furrowed.

“What am I supposed to do? This is far beyond what I can handle.”

“You used to be a tactician, right? You’re now the captain of the crew while Hongjoong remains unawake. You can think of something. Besides, you’re not alone. From what Siyeon reported, you all have learned and attempted Mnemosyne’s trials.”

Seonghwa nodded, tapping his bottom lip before he blinked.

Right.

The Trials.

“Siyeon told us your children have come close to completing the Trials before. How?”

Miyavi hummed and leaned back in his seat, laughing.

“Those three are probably just as determined as you all are to help their brother. I feel…a bit like a bad father for having my children grow up learning such violent things, but it’s for the best that they know how to fight and defend themselves if things go south.”

“...so they’re not human.”

“No, not at all. No one in the family is. Is that really much of a surprise?”

Seonghwa thought back to the first time he’d encountered Yuta and the overwhelming killing intent behind his movements.

How he nearly missed the knife against his throat and hadn’t seen or felt the man come in the room at all.

Miyavi watched the look on his face before standing, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We’re approaching territory that I cannot go into now. Ideally, I’d like you not to look at my children maliciously. They’re all doing their best too, seeing as mommy dearest upstairs drug them into this mess as a condition against me.” he began walking down a grassy path, not looking back.

The rustle of clothes behind him assured him Seonghwa was following anyway.

“....against you. That doesn’t sound like allies.”

Miyavi sent him a look.

“They’re my children, First Mate Seonghwa.”

“I’m just reading into what you said, Apollo, God of the Sun.”

Miyavi ran a hand through his hair, shattered pieces of a prophecy not fully foretold flashing through his mind.

Scales, broken chains, a full moon, bloodied feathers.

“Let’s put it this way. Should you fail, a bit more is at stake than just Hongjoong’s reincarnation.”

He heard Seonghwa’s footsteps slow behind him before they hastened once more, the tall ex pirate appearing right beside him.

".....do I want to know what that means?"

Miyavi hummed, watching the clouds above them.

"The end of the world. Probably."

".....I'm sorry, what?"

-🐺-

"Achoo."

"Ah, bless you, Sis."

Suzuka quietly thanked Hongjoong as she walked over, touching his forehead.

"....feeling better?"

Hongjoong laughed and scratched his head. When his siblings had returned, they were met with the sound of flustered squabbling and banter.

The eldest Ishihara sibling watched her youngest brother sit with his face in his hands, cheeks bright red as his shoulders shook with laughter as Yeonjun and Chan yelled above his head.

"I'M SAYING HE NEEDS A POLE, CHRIS."

"HE'S LOSING HIS VIRGINITY, NOT LEARNING TO BE A POLE DANCER, YEONJUN. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO POLE DANCE"

"WE CAN TAKE LESSONS."

"We? Are you suddenly French?! Who is we?!"

Changkyun held his sides, wiping away a tear as he looked at the two.

"I'm not driving anyone to the hospital, by the way." He added playfully as the two continued their outlandish discourse.

"HE NEEDS TO KNOW HOW TO THROW HIS ASS BACK, CHRIS. HE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TO WORK WITH."

"I DON'T NEED THESE VISUALS, YEONJUN. I REALLY DON'T NEED THE VISUALS OF ANY OF YOU ON A POLE!"

".....Just for that, I'm buying a pole and I'm gonna learn a routine for your birthday and you have to support me unless you suck eggs."

"I hope you bust your ass, I truly do."

Yeonjun let out a scandalized gasp.

"Excuuuuuse you?!"

Yuta slow blinked at them, hands in his pockets while Moa shrugged and set down the bags of takeout food they'd brought home with them.

The scent of food made the bickering come to an abrupt and comical end, both Chan and Yeonjun stopped mid-playful shouting match once the aroma wafted past them.

Suzuka’s lips quirked up as they promptly gravitated towards the table, peeking into the boxes while Chungha grabbed plates.

"Oh good, you got something to shut these two loveable idiots up." She let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. Both of them huffed indignantly while Felix made his way into the kitchen first, grateful for the break in the bickering around him.

Hongjoong joined him, looking out of the window and smiling as he noticed a few snowflakes falling from the sky. Felix looked at him out of the corner of his eye, gently touching his shoulder.

"I'm not really good at this compared to them, but whatever you do, make sure you do it safely. Above all else, you come first. Uh. Emotionally. You're coming emotionally. First. Um. That was phrased really weirdly, ew-" he shuddered and Hongjoong snorted, covering his mouth to stifle the rest of his laughter as he looked at Felix with an understanding twinkle in his eyes.

"I got you. I feel a bit better after talking to everyone, don't worry." He smiled. Felix relaxed and moved to go to sit at the table.

Hongjoong looked out of the window, noticing a lone blue bird fly by before he turned to get dinner.

-❄️-

"You look pale, Hwa."

Seonghwa’s head snapped up, the ink from his pen bleeding as he held it in place on the paper in front of him. He looked at the ruined formation he had been drawing out before sighing, lifting his gaze up to meet Wooyoung’s.

"A-are you okay? You look really intense." He muttered. Seonghwa ran his hand through his hair, the words escaping him.

It took him much longer than Wooyoung had ever seen him take to finally find the words, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips first.

"I just…I want everyone to be okay." It wasn't the most elegant statement, but the tired tone in his voice made Wooyoung’s heart sink into his shoes.

"I'm sorry." He muttered softly.

Seonghwa shook his head, putting the pen down as he stood.

"It's my fault. I'll figure something out. I have to." He moved past Wooyoung, kissing the top of his head and sending him a small smile.

"I love you."

Wooyoung stared back, worried.

"I love you too…"

Seonghwa kissed him once before he turned and left him alone in the room to make tea.

Wooyoung looked down at the crumpled pieces of paper littering the floor for a while, turning and leaving quietly.

-🐉-

Drip…drip….drip…

Joong stared as the dragon before him rumbled, blood dribbling from his massive head.

He'd done it. It was small, nearly inconsequential, but he had finally done it.

There was a crack.

The beast's chest rose and fell harshly as he rested. The blood was from a spot on the center of his forehead where he'd begun bashing it against the crystal in a frenzy out of nowhere.

Joong had been through a lot of shit in his life. He'd had motorcyclists hold him up, felt the chill of blades against his throat and been followed home by unhappy riders with big egos who didn't appreciate his brand of snark.

Never once in his life did he feel as terrified as he did right now.

He wanted to run. Something told him he didn't want to know where this was going. He didn't know when this began and wanted to be nowhere near it when it ended.

But on another hand, he was frozen in place.

It was him. Inside that crystal was undoubtedly him. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of hell he was in. Every depiction he'd heard about purgatory was vastly different than this. Joong couldn't even tell if he was in hell.

Drip…drip…

The dragon shifted, opening its eyes once more. His lip curled up as he looked at the crystal.

"You can't keep me out forever. This is all YOUR fault. All you had to do was be a good little pawn and obey me. But no. Instead, you defy me and get BOTH of us trapped in this hell. When I free myself, there will be hell to pay."

He shook his head, droplets of shimmering blood landing on the crystal as he curled up, seemingly tired out. Joong kept deathly still, heart thundering in his chest as he felt his bangs shift with every exhale of the resting dragon.

Idly, he wondered where the other beast had slinked off to and what the full story behind the three of them was.

He looked up once more, waiting until the dragon was asleep-or at least he hoped to whatever higher power would listen that he was-before he slowly crawled out of the silk of his tail for the first time. He kept his steps quiet as he stood in front of the crystal, gently extending a hand and placing it over the outside.

He definitely was some kind of sailor, given his tattered attire. Joong scanned as much as he could, not liking the idea of him being out in the open in front of the mad dragon behind him for too long.

His eyes wandered downwards and he cringed at the wounds littered all over the man's arms, torso, and legs.

They were deep, like the fangs of a rabid beast.

All at once, he felt like something had slammed into his temple, images flooding his mind.

"Protect our crew….find me later."

Joong held his head, nearly screaming at the splitting feeling that coursed through him

"I love you all….so much."

He snapped his head up, looking up at the face of his double in the crystal.

Had his eyes always been cracked open like that?

Joong panted, staring at the motionless man, more questions emerging in his head. Behind him, the dragon shifted and he quickly made his way back into his hiding place, heart thundering once more.

From within the crystal, The Captain watched him rush out of his line of sight.

'I'm…so tired of being alone.'

-Monday, March 25th, 11am-

-227 Days Remain-

"Are your friends…okay today?" Yunho inquired, looking down at Hongjoong in amusement. The pianist looked around his frame, brow twitching slightly at the sight of his friends not so subtly playing hooky in lieu of watching over them.

"What the hell do they expect us to do? Fuck in an elevator or something?" Hongjoong hissed, tapping his foot. Yunho blinked owlishly before tapping his cheek.

"I feel like that's a really familiar concept…I'm keeping condoms on me so we can try it if you want."

Hongjoong nearly tripped as he whirled his head around to look at him.

"Yunho?!"

"What? I'll happily receive, if you're nervous."

Hongjoong did a double take, staring at the unbothered doctor as he walked beside him. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"You're not…at all flustered by any of this?"

Yunho hummed, pausing and rubbing his chin for a moment.

"Mm…no, not really. I never have been. But that's just me." Yunho placed a hand over Hongjoong’s head, smiling softly.

"Really, it's fine if you're nervous or unsure. We don't have to do anything. I'm just happy you're here and you remember Geb and I." He spoke honestly, placing a hand in front of Hongjoong’s chest and summoning a rose so the others couldn't see. It had no thorns and Yunho carefully tucked it behind his ear.

Hongjoong smiled and smiled as they ducked into the library.

Maybe with the continued reassurance, he could finally calm his chaotic thoughts and focus on preparing himself.

Except. That isn't at all what happened.

In fact, a different chain of thoughts weasel their way into his brain as he reads the same paragraph over and over again for the third time.

Yunho, lips curled up in that kind way, rose pink dusting his cheeks as his thighs fell open like a flower blooming.

The arch of his back, the strain of the sheets below his palm as he tugged at them, the groans and breathless keens of Hongjoong’s name.

"Right there, you know how we like it, don't you~? Keep moving your hips just-ngh!-just like that. Hongjoong~ Hongjoong!"

"Hongjoong?"

The musician startled, looking up at Yunho with wide eyes. The doctor blinked at him before his eyes travel down.

The evidence of Hongjoong’s wandering thoughts is obvious.

Hongjoong feels shame and embarrassment wash over him, but Yunho only let out a gentle exhale, a soft fruit-scented sigh as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Hongjoong’s.

It wasn't demanding or frantic, just a slow connection that somehow made him feel grounded once again. Yunho didn't escalate it further, cautious of their setting as he peppered Hongjoong’s lips in kisses.

"I can't properly articulate how damn good it feels to know you can't get us out of your mind."

Hongjoong flushed.

Us.

His brain was especially traitorous today. Imagining rough calloused hands running down his spine, pressing down, the pop and crack of his back nearly making him moan more than the cock nestled deep inside of him, a voice speaking in his ear in a language he didn't know but it sent goosebumps down his spine, nonetheless.

"Geb," Hongjoong muttered under his breath. Another chuckle slipped from Yunho’s lips, though it was different, deeper.

Hongjoong shuddered.

"Do not strain yourself. We're not going anywhere."

Hongjoong cleared his throat, beet red, and looked at Geb’s ice blue eye, the other one remaining Yunho’s usual kind brown color.

That's right. They shared. They were exceptional at it.

Compared to…?

Were there any others Hongjoong knew about that had…well, a whole separate entity living inside of them?

Warm hands cupped his cheek and drew his focus in once more.

"How about you come home with us again? Let's try something a bit different tonight." Yunho hummed, smiling softly as he leaned in for a kiss. Hongjoong’s eyes nearly closed fully before Yunho’s lips brushed past his cheek as he leaned into his ear.

"I'll be using my powers a bit tonight. I hope that's alright." He whispered before pulling away. Hongjoong nearly chased after his lips before he caught himself, clearing his throat.

Yunho smiled, satisfied, and leaned away from him, going back to the book in front of him.

Neither of them were really reading a damn thing on those pages.

🎕┈┈┈┈

When Hongjoong stepped into Yunho’s home after they’d gotten finished studying, he was met with the smell of simmering meat.

He instinctively turned towards the kitchen, hearing sizzling.

It was…so familiar, this scent.

Yunho put his hand at the small of his back and smiled down at him.

“Do you want to go see what Mingi and Yeosang are cooking, or do you want to go straight upstairs?” He inquired. Hongjoong glanced again before he rubbed his neck.

“Is it okay? I don’t want to intrude.” He admitted. Yunho nearly told him ‘of course you can’ without hesitation, but he caught himself. He’d seen the occasional concerned glances.

Hongjoong definitely knew Mingi was cautious around him.

Respecting that, Yunho told him to wait, striding into the kitchen and beaming at the ex prince and boatswain that darted around each other. Yeosang’s tails were out on full display, occasionally brushing along the exposed skin of Mingi’s abdomen or back as the shirtless man measured spices.

That being said, the kitsune currently had a one-track-mind, as evidenced by the shriek that he let out when he turned and saw Yunho looming just a few feet from him.

Mingi tensed in an instant, a white knuckled grip on a knife and his eyes flashing purple before he paused, blinking at Yunho in realization as Yeosang held his chest.

“Oh my god, Yunho what the fu-”

“Are you okay?!” Hongjoong rushed in after the scream, blinking in surprise when his eyes landed on Yeosang.

All four men stared at each other like deer in headlights. Yeosang stood slowly, unable to hide the fact his massive, silken tails had been visible to the pianist.

He still dispelled them, though.

“Uh…hi?” He sheepishly greeted, hoping Hongjoong wouldn’t have another painful headache because of him.

Hongjoong slow blinked, looking from him, to Mingi, and finally, Yunho.

“....is everyone alright?” He questioned slowly. Yeosang nodded, wondering if he was going to ask. Hongjoong’s shoulders relaxed, and he looked towards Yeosang once more.

“....they were really pretty.” He complimented. Yeosang blushed and opened his mouth to ask him if he remembered anything, but he stopped short, watching as Hongjoong went rigid.

“Cheese smells food! Cheese would like to taste test the food now!”

Anything Yeosang had to say was gone the moment Cheese came bounding into the room, barking excitedly. Hongjoong’s eyes went wide as Cheese jumped up, putting his paws on Mingi’s chest.

“Cheese has been a very good Cheese! Cheese would now like some of your quality spiced meats now!”

To Hongjoong, all he could hear was barking.

Barking and the ocean.

-It’s so loud. The splashing.

He can almost feel it, fangs biting into him.

When he inhales water fills his lungs-

Yunho took his hand and sent an apologetic look to Yeosang and Mingi, tugging Hongjoong away before he could have a panic attack. He could feel the pianist’s hand getting clammy in his own.

“Hongjoong, look at me, hey.”

Yunho turned, gently cupping his forearms. Hongjoong looked up at him, mouth opening, but nothing came out. It broke the doctor’s heart, but he didn’t show it, instead pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Breathe with me. Take your time.”

He instructed him gently, and once Hongjoong had gathered his bearings, he realized he was seated in Yunho’s room, his head nestled in the crook of the doctor’s neck.

“I…I’m okay. Sorry.” He muttered. Yunho kissed his head and pulled back, smiling softly at him.

“It’s alright. How about we take it easy tonight? I’ll check up on dinner in a bit and maybe we watch a movie?”

Hongjoong frowned. It was clearly obvious Yunho intended to try initiating something intimate when he invited him over after the library and Hongjoong felt like once again, he’d let the taller man down.

“I-..we can still…”He hated how clammy he felt, frustrated with himself over his phobia and ‘ruining’ his and Yunho’s moment for the second time. Yunho looked at his expression and shook his head.

“I’m not here to force or pressure you, Hongjoong. Ever. I know you’re afraid of dogs and I should have checked to see where Cheese was before we came in.” Yunho quietly took responsibility, but Hongjoong’s brow only furrowed deeper.

“He shouldn’t be locked up in a room in his own house because I’m over.” He muttered, eyes fixed on his own hands.

He felt the beginnings of a headache coming on, a split-like feeling right in the center of his forehead, but he grit his teeth, anger spiking.

He was…unreasonably angry, and spot on his chest, out of sight, shimmered for a moment.

What the hell does he have to be so afraid of?

Yunho startled when Hongjoong stood abruptly, jaw set. He cast him a worried look and Hongjoong marched out of the room, heading back downstairs with Yunho hot on his heels.

“Hongjoong? Cap-Uh-wait!” Yunho stumbled, missing a step as Hongjoong stormed back into the kitchen, Mingi looked up, a spoon in hand and a curious look on his face as Hongjoong looked about.

“....you good?” He inquired, arching a brow. Hongjoong glanced around the room once more before pursing his lips. His gaze drifted over to the canine on the floor and Cheese perked.

“Oh, Cheese did not know Captain would come back, Cheese will leave-oh there is a hand in Cheese’s face.”

Cheese blinked and sniffed as Hongjoong put a shaky hand before Cheese’s nose. Yunho finally caught up, blinking in surprise before he put his hand at the small of Hongjong’s back.

“Cheese, wanna make a friend? Can you be nice and give kisses?” Yunho inquired. Cheese perked and sat up on his haunches, sniffing Hongjoong’s hand more.

“Of course Cheese can be nice! Cheese is a valuable member of the crew-oh. Oh! The Captain smells of many souls. This confuses Cheese.” Cheese gently licked his hand, pressing his head into Hongjoong’s palm shortly after. Mingi and Yunho’s eyebrows rose as Hongjoong shakily cooed to the dog.

“G-good boy…such a handsome boy…” Hongjoong stuttered, slowly relaxing thanks to Cheese’s surprising calmness.

Yeosang came back into the kitchen, blinking in surprise at the return of the pianist. He looked at Yunho and Mingi, tilting his head at them both and the perplexed looks on their faces.

“Definately….He smells of blood…lotus…some kind of leather…fire…? And the ocean. He smells a lot like the ocean. Oh, and amber. Its an interesting combination for Cheese. Cheese smells at least three…nnn..no, four souls.”

All of them stared at the Jindo in shock as he gruffawed and keened, lifting his head to accept scratches from Hongjoong. The young man had slowly relaxed, smiling and pressing his head together with the dog’s once Cheese gave him a lick to the cheek.

“Thank you…sorry, I just…I hate feeling so afraid. There’s no need to be. Not of this little guy, right Cheese?” Hongjoong beamed, smiling as Cheese let out a small, mini howl in delight and wagged his tail.

“No problem…are you feeling alright?” Yeosang inquired, looking down at Hongjoong. He hadn’t the slightest clue on where to begin when it came to unpacking what the dog had told them, but he’d save that brain crunch for later, instead wanting to focus on the matter at hand.

“I feel…a lot better than I did before. I really appreciate you all being so patient with me in these moments of weakness.”

The three of them stared at him. Such a simple phrase, but they’d heard it before, knew it well.

When their Captain thrashed in his sleep, when he reached blindly and cried for his fallen mother. When the hooks of nightmarish slumber pushed down on his lungs and made it hard to breathe, they’d be there. He always said the same thing, wiping away his tears in frustration.

“Ah…what kind of Capt’n am I? Making my crew worry about me like that. I’m sorry, it was a moment of weakness. Thank you for pullin’ me out of it.”

Mingi looked away, his fingers tapping against the counter in front of him while Yunho gently put his arm around him, pulling Hongjoong close to him and kissing his head. Yeosang gently came closer and reached, taking Hongjoong’s hands. He brought them to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

“You can lean on us, Hongjoong. We all could use an attitude adjustment, but I promise, we’re a lot more reliable than we look.” Yeosang spoke against the skin of his hands. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up to Hongjoong’s, taking in the flustered flush that crept up the man’s neck. He stared at him, lips parted in surprise.

“I- Oh, Thank you, Yeosang.”

Yeosang let his hands go and smiled, motioning for the two to leave the kitchen.

“Now shoo. Dinner won’t be done for a while. Find something more interesting to occupy your time with.” He urged.

Yunho mouthed a ‘thank you’ over Hongjoong’s head, leaning to kiss Mingi’s cheek and Yeosang’s birthmark before he picked the pianist up.

“C’mon, you nearly gave me a heart attack running out so suddenly.” He lightly scolded, taking Hongjoong back upstairs.

Hongjoong flushed, rubbing his neck in embarrassment, but Yunho simply pulled him in for a kiss, pressing their heads together.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to continue because you want to?”

“Yes.”

Hongjoong was frustrated with everyone treating him like he’d break, but he understood well the position he was in. As much as he got flustered and even embarrassed by the coddling, at least he knew both his friends and his boyfriend cared about his comfort.

Yunho smiled and stole another kiss, cupping both of Hongjoong’s cheeks and teasing his piercing with his own tongue, lightly tugging at the ball. Hongjoong whimpered into his lips, pressing himself against him, his hips twitching as he felt himself grow harder in his loose-fitting pants.

When Yunho broke the kiss, there was a completely different look in his eyes, one that made Hongjoong shudder in need as the taller man took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and worked on the button of his jeans, smiling at Hongjoong as he followed his every move with his eyes.

“Have a seat there,” He pointed to the rolling chair he had near a desk adorned with plants and notes. Hongjoong sat himself down, his eyes locking onto the scar on Yunho’s abdomen before he bit his lip lightly, noticing Yunho tugging the waistband of his pants down, his cock springing out moments later.

Hongjoong was proud of himself for not letting out any of the noises of want that so desperately wanted to slip free from his mouth.

He was not, however, able to keep back the gasp of surprise when Yunho wrapped a vine around the chair and pulled him in closer, until he was at the end of the bed staring doe eyed as the doctor situated himself in the middle.

“What…what exactly are we doing, aga-...”Hongjoong trailed off, eyes drifting between Yunho’s legs as the doctor spread them apart, fully on display in front of him. Everything he had in mind died in his throat as he eyed Yunho with a want that made his fingers twitch.

“I want you to watch me, watch us, if that’s alright?” He instructed, running a hand down his torso before wrapping it around his cock. Hongjoong didn’t brave trying to speak again, worried he’d sound like a fool as he followed every stroke and upward curve of Yunho’s hand.

“Geb, it’s okay. I don’t think he minds.” Yunho moaned, smiling as he felt the fractured god take over part of his body, smooth vines wrapping around his legs, pulling them wider apart so he couldn’t close them and hide anything from the view of their Captain.

“Hongjoong, I think you’ll delight in knowing we’ve gotten quite sensitive. Look here,” Geb rumbled, thin vines curling around and rolling Yunho’s nipples until they hardened into buds. Yunho shuddered and moaned, bucking into his own hand.

“I wonder if you recall how needy we can get when it comes to this. It’s been many moons and we’ve even perfected the right mix for our nectar. Isn’t that right, Yunho? Should we show him?”

Yunho whimpered, nearly closing his eyes in pleasure. Both of them turned ice blue and Geb tutted as he opened them back fully.

“Come, now, Yunho. Don’t look away from him.” Geb scolded. Yunho groaned and lifted his hips, clenching on nothing at the mere thought of what was to come.

Hongjoong pushed his own pants down past his thigh, laughing in disbelief as he watched a vine thicker and smoother than the one teasing Yunho’s nipples appeared, dribbling something translucent and sweet-smelling over Yunho’s asshole.

“How often do you play with yourself like this, Yunho? If you two have perfected it, how many nights did it take?” He asked without thinking, smiling at the way Yunho’s hips twitched.

“I-nn-I’ve lost count…I just let Geb guide and feel around for what’s best-ah!” He choked on his own voice as he bucked, feeling his own vine push into him, coated in the aphrodisiac-like nectar.

Hongjoong bit his lip, grabbing his own cock and pumping in time with Yunho’s as Geb chuckled and growled into the room.

“My, it’s been too long. We’ve been neglecting ourselves. He’s tight, Hongjoong. Practically sucking in our vines and it’s still not enough, is it?” He let out a faux sympathetic sigh, more vines wrapping around Yunho’s thick thighs, kneading and gripping them as he fucked himself. The god wasn’t sure if the doctor even knew he’d given up control of their vines a few minutes ago, letting him control his (well, technically their) pleasure.

Hongjoong kicked his pants off and away from himself, moaning as he watched Yunho arch and stroke himself faster, softly moaning Hongjoong’s name.

The bed dipped, and the two-toned man joined him, crawling up on his hands and knees and licking up Yunho’s balls, past the length of his cock, over his fingers, before kissing the head of his weeping cock.

“H-Hongjoong-”

“Don’t stop. You wanted to show me, right?” He whispered, putting his head on Yunho’s thigh, his breath fanning over Yunho’s cock and his stuffed hole.

Yunho sucked his lip in and trembled, making the vine thicker inside of himself, mirroring the size he knew his smaller lover was. He moaned and arched his back, eyes nearly rolling back as he felt thick, warm nectar electrify his very being.

“That’s it, pretty boy. I’m here. Show me up close how beautiful you look when you cum.” Hongjoong sighed lovingly, reaching to rub around Yunho’s stuffed rim, smiling when he jolted upwards.

“Fuck! Ngh-!”

Hongjoong was honestly curious, and clearly was thinking with the head between his legs instead of the one between his shoulders as he leaned down and ran his tongue over both the vine as it pulled out, and the rim of Yunho’s hole, catching some of the nectar on his tongue.

Yunho’s thighs flexed, and had it not have been for the vines and Geb’s quiet monitoring of their play, he might have snapped them shut. His body trembled, a mixture of several languages spilling from his lips as he chased his orgasm, eyes blown wide with lust as he watched Hongjoong.

He found his mouth running far faster than his brain could catch up with.

“Hongjoong, please-” He whimpered, eyes rolling as he felt his own vine push against his prostate. Hongjoong looked up at his face, tilting his head.

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

Yunho didn’t have an ounce of embarrassment in his body, looking at him with his lips swollen from self biting, panting like he’d ran a marathon, reaching to run a hand through Hongjoong’s hair.

“I want…mmmnn…I want you…please? I’ll even wait for you I just- please-” He groaned, his hand speeding up on his cock before he stopped abruptly, stilling the vine in his ass and ruining his orgasm. Hongjoong bit his lip and sat up, watching as veins throbbed on Yunho’s cock, thighs, hands, neck, and temple, straining as he tried to force himself down from his ruined ecstasy.

“Where’s the condoms you bought?” Hongjoong whispered. Excitement and a flicker of anxiety ran through him, but he found the former beating out the latter as Yunho shakily sent a vine to grab one of the two boxes he’d bought yesterday. Hongjoong took it, tearing the package and rolling it down his cock.

He crawled up until they could press their foreheads together, his palms splayed out on the bed sheets at either side of Yunho’s ribs. They held each other’s gaze, and Yunho simply smiled, guiding Hongjoong’s cock down to his hole after sliding the messy vine out of himself.

Hongjoong looked down between them, slowly pressing his hips down and gasping softly as he felt Yunho’s tight and slick walls grip him.

Both men groaned into the plant-filled room. Yunho gripped his cock tight, forcing down another orgasm as he looked at where they were joined, a dazed and joyful curl of his lips making Hongjoong growl above him.

“Y-Yunho, don’t clench so tight, baby. I can b-barely move-” Hongjoong moaned, pressing biting kisses down Yunho’s neck. The doctor groaned and let his head roll to the side, his cock making a mess of his abs.

“I…mmm I can’t help it, you don’t have to go slow.” He urged, trying to rock his hips. Hongjoong opened his mouth to tell him he didn’t want to hurt him, but Yunho leaned into his ear, running his hand through his hair.

“I like the stretch. Go faster.” He purred, moaning in delight when Hongjoong kissed him with fervor, working up a steady pace. Yunho sucked on his tongue and moaned in approval, stroking himself at an off-beat tempo.

Hongjoong was hyperaware of every sound once more.

Every slap of their hips together, every slick sound of Yunho’s cock in his hand, every filthy smack of their lips in their kiss, all of it made Hongjoong’s body feel like sparks were trailing through his veins.

“That’s it~ Mmn, you’re so eager, I think you remember our body well, Hongjoong. You’re making such a…mmm…delightful expression, does it feel that good?” Geb moaned, the triangle covering Yunho’s eye once more as they both looked up at Hongjoong.

The pianist sucked in a breath and rolled his hips down and to the left, smiling as his memory served right, listening as both of them let out a swear of surprise. His lips quirked as he slowed his hips down immediately afterwards. Yunho looked at him in surprise, opening his mouth, but Hongjoong cut him off.

“I want to try the vine, too. At the same time.”

Even the god was caught off guard, but they recovered quickly, with a vine dribbling sweet nectar between the musician’s cheeks.

Yunho smiled and reached around his frame, holding his cheeks open as Hongjoong resumed his thrusts. Hongjoong sighed against Yunho’s skin as he felt the tip of it press into his hole.

“Nice and slow, Joongie.”

Hongjoong’s hips stuttered for only a moment as the slick tip pushed into him, a groan of surprise spilling from his lips. It certainly was bigger than Yunho’s fingers, but not enough to knock the wind out of him, and soon he found his rhythm again, grinding into Yunho at a deep, slow pace.

“Right there, right there yes nngh!” Yunho arched, nearly covering his mouth at the shaky gasp that spilled from his lips, catching himself off guard. Hongjoong noticed and grit his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow as he took his hand and pulled it away, lacing their fingers together and staring down into his eyes.

Yunho looked up, holding his gaze as he gradually thickened and curved the vine inside of Hongjoong, smiling as Hongjoong let out his own cry of delight, feeling it rub right against his prostate.

Hongjoong looked down, and like before, felt that phantom feeling of rocking on a boat as he rolled his hips downwards, his bangs sticking to his forehead.

Yunho…felt as good as he’d always did.

He always stared at him with those big brown eyes, deep with love and eager for more.

Always…

“I love you.” Hongjoong panted, grabbing handfuls of the sheets as he looked down at Yunho. The doctor’s lips parted in surprise and he opened his mouth to respond, but Hongjoong kissed him feverishly, swallowing his moans as he sped up, reaching between them to stroke Yunho. The doctor’s hand had halted in surprise, but now it wrapped around the bars of the bed above his head as he arched his back, pretty notes falling past his lips as he looked up at Hongjoong.

“C’mon, cum with me baby, I’m so close, please I need it I was good, I was good, please-” He slipped up, his mind melting as he sped up the vine in Hongjoong, wanting him to join him in the climbing ecstasy.

Hongjoong’s eyes widened before he smiled, leaning into his ear.

“You’re so good, Yunho. You’re so good for me, for us.” He cooed, biting the shell of his ear when he heard Yunho’s breath hitch. He stroked him faster, surprised at himself and the strong need to make the doctor fall apart first.

“You and Geb are so good. Is this what I missed? Hm? You look beautiful like this. I-I don’t think I can hold back, baby. Hold me, go faster, we’re gonna cum together.” He groaned, feeling his hips ache in a way he was familiar with from performing, but with a blanket of pleasure running up and down his spine as the nectar ran down his rim and his balls.

“Thank you, thank you, I love you, right there-AH!”

Yunho arched his back and forced himself to keep his eyes open, biting his lip as Hongjoong’s expression matched his. Stars dotted his vision and he clenched tight, his body taught as he finally came with a loud cry, thick splurts making a mess of his and Hongjoong’s abs. Hongjoong smiled and kissed him, rocking back and forth desperately.

Between the tightness of Yunho’s trembling body and the dizzying pleasure of the vine in his ass, Hongjoong didn’t stand a chance, hugging Yunho and moaning into the heated skin of his neck as he came inside of the condom.

“Y-Yunho-”

He shuddered, staying in his arms and holding him as both of them tried to force air back into their lungs. The vine retreated, and Hongjoong flushed, feeling thick pearls of nectar roll out. Did he need that much lubrication? Probably not, but it gave him a hungry feeling for the real thing that made his heart skip.

Good thing both of them were already blushing from head to toe.

Yunho groaned, muscles sore as he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong, sending him a thousand watt smile.

“You did…phenomenally. I hope I feel it for days.” He mused, closing his eyes and letting his head thump against the pillow, a blissed smile on his face. Hongjoong blushed and looked down between them.

“Yunho, we should clean up. We’re covered in sweat, cum, and nectar.”

“Mmm. Gimme a moment. I’m basking.”

Hongjoong sent him a flat look before he playfully rolled his eyes, putting his head on Yunho’s chest.

He supposed it wasn’t too bad to rest for a bit more.

Just a little.

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Once they were out of earshot, Yeosang sighed softly, shoulders slumping. Mingi looked at him out of the corner of his eye before looking down at Cheese.

“You said you smelled four souls inside of him?”

Cheese looked up and nodded, letting out a big yawn before sprawling onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“One is his. The scents Cheese told you about are the ones Cheese smelled in them. Amber-Cheese thinks that is his soul, it is the strongest smelling. Then bloody lotus, fire and leather, and the ocean. The ocean scent is the faintest. Like it’s fading.”

Both of their eyes widened and Mingi clenched his fists so hard, he had crescents in his palms.

“Captain…are you…are you still in there?” He whispered without thinking. Yeosang tapped his lip and paced the room, eyes fixed on the tiles as he tried to process the gravity of their findings.

He shook his head, ruffling his hair, and turned to Mingi instead, walking over to gently tuck himself in the taller immortal's arms.

"Are you okay, Mingi?"

Mingi wrapped his arms around him, conflict swirling in his mind.

"I…I don't know."

Yeosang gave him a squeeze and looked into his eyes.

"It's okay not to know right now. We can navigate through this together. It's confusing as all hell. But, what matters to me right now," he gently kissed Mingi and leaned back so he could stare into his eyes.

"Is that all of my loves are full and taken care of. Do you want dessert made? I can start." He offered, rubbing Mingi’s cheeks. Mingi looked at him for a long time before putting his hands over Yeosang’s.

"Would…would you still love me if I wasn't the same me you've always known?"

Yeosang pressed his lips together before he exhaled softly.

"I would."

"How do you know?"

"The you in front of me isn't the you from centuries ago. The me in front of you isn't the me from centuries ago. None of us have escaped the touch of pain and time. Just because we do not deteriorate or change physically doesn't mean we haven't changed emotionally and mentally." Yeosang closed his eyes and hummed.

"It's…been hard and there's an awful rift between us that hurts so much…but I still love you. I still love everyone. Mingi," he pulled the taller man into a hug.

"If…if you don't still love me…or us…that's within your right. I'm not going to force you. I just…I'll do everything in my power to help you and everyone smile again. I can do that."

Mingi felt his heart clench in pain, hugging him tight.

"I do love you!” He spoke hurriedly, worried he’d offended the ex prince by his venting. Yeosang didn’t say a word, gently petting his hair and smiling softly, waiting for him to continue after he gave him a small, encouraging nod. Mingi worried his lip between his teeth.

“I…I want things to go back to before. I want everyone back. I'm so tired." He whispered, his eyes cast at the ground.

Yeosang rubbed his back, gently kissing his cheek. He felt his heart squeeze.

He was also to blame for this, he knew inaction and fear spoke just as loud as action and hostility.

His upbringing taught him better than to be a bystander, and still he let the others and Mingi down.

"I'm…sorry I haven't done enough to protect you. Is…is there anything I can do? Or…is it too late? It's just us, you can be honest with me." Yeosang felt his own tears well up as he looked at Mingi. The taller man sucked in a breath and looked at him for a long time.

"I…I have a lot I need to get off my chest…right now, I need someone to talk to. If…if it's alright?" He whispered. Yeosang smiled and kissed his knuckles.

"I'll turn the fire off and we can take a walk so no one interrupts. Is that alright? We can bring Cheese." He offered. Mingi looked at him and then the dog and nodded once.

"Thank you, Yeosang. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry, Mingi. Here, I'll grab your coat."

Mingi cast a look at the kitchen before he took a breath and looked down at Cheese, smiling as the dog nudged his thigh.

“Cheese does not know what happened, but Cheese loves his family and will provide excellent emotional support!”

Mingi exhaled, laughing wetly before he heard Yeosang approach with his coat, handing it to him with a worried look settled in his brow.

“Shall we go, Mingi?” He inquired. Mingi nodded, grabbing Cheese’s leash and grabbing Yeosang’s hand within his own shaking one.

“I’m coming. I’ll lead the way.”

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jenchann · 10 months

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Catch A....Fish? | J.yh

Just some fluff as a gift for the cute @moonlight-yuyu . Thankyou for the request lovely! I tried my best despite my situation😭 Hope your enjoy it well!

Summary:

Yunho confessed to you once at a party and that caught you off guard . So you weren’t sure how to respond to him then. But your friends planned a trip among your group to go camping and fishing within few coming weeks. You had all your time to get things straight in your mind about the confession. So what would you have decided?

Characters: Jeong Yunho, Reader, Mingi(Mention only)

Pairing: Yunho x f!reader

Also i haven't forgotten Haechan fics guys i will be posting them!

You stood in the still waters, your eyes and legs already tired from standing too long in hopes of catching fish. One fish. But that seemed to be a difficult task for your today. Today out of all days you had to be there one in charge of catching food for the campfire and there seems to be no proper current flow. And that meant no fish. The chances of catching fish seemed almost impossible so you propped down on a rock that stood high emerging above the water, to rest.

It was evening already now, the birds flew above the horizon into the woods on the other side, probably done securing food for their little families.

"Grrr-er" your stomach growled pathetically as a frown painted your lips. It was definitely your fault, you gave away your food to others in hopes you’ll be eating a hearty feast later in the evening. You didn't regret that until you were chosen to catch fish.... alone. You were down on manpower so you couldn’t really say no to the chore.

You did all that was taught to you in the fishing lessons your took. But seemed like they weren't working. Finally, you felt as if mother nature must’ve heard your helpless state, you felt the water current pick up speed below your feet gradually. Jumping to your toes or rather your boots, your picked up the fishing rod and checked the bait. Casting your fishing line with a forceful throw, you now waited patiently, praying you catch atleast two fishes for a good meal.

Casting the line few other times with a swish of the rod you still felt hopeful this time. You locked the bail and turned the rod over to be ready for the catching. Any minute now. Minutes passed as you waited patiently, eyes on the line.

"Any luck?" You heard a voice grunting as the source seemed to experience some turbulence.

It was Yunho, making his way down to the lake through the rocky terrain from the elevated road.

"No. I don't think there's any fish in here. Are you guys sure this is a good fishing spot?"

"Yes, Mingi and I asked the locals yesterday, they said it is fishing season and this place was perfect"

"Well, I haven't caught any fish yet" you sounded tired.

"Here, you have to do it like this!" he said as he hugged you from behind, hands over yours clutching the fishing rod over your fingers. You could feel the weight and the warmth of his hands. And the most important one- you could smell him. You weren't sure if it was his cologne or if it was just him. Your brain went hazy, not only his smell filling your entire personal space but with warmth too. Your heart sped up, an unknown feeling coursed through you as your breath got heavier. You just wanted to bury yourself in his neck and get lost in this hazy drug that was filling up your senses by the second.

He really did like teaching stuff. You couldn’t blame him, he was curious about a lot of stuff. And yet he was still patient when it came to teaching it.

Yunho moved the rod back while still clutching your hands, at 45 degrees to propel the fishing rod further forward down the river. A Strong hand caught your left hand and aligned it on the rod grip along with your right. He was almost hugging you now, with each breath he took, the hot air hit your exposed neck, goosebumps raising the baby hairs as a result yet still his body maintained a distance.

It's this a right time to say? You pondered over your thoughts as you struggled not to slip between getting lost in his divine oud or actually feeling his safe warmth. Suddenly your felt a soft tug from the line and immediately turned your face to him.

"You feel that? It is a fish right" you felt elated.

Uncovering your right hand, he reeled the line in, but the fish seemed to put up a fight.

"Hold it down" as he reeled the line he was now full on hugging you now, the fish seemed strong but you both gripped the rod harder, his right hand relentlessly spun the line back. The rod tugged forward and making you back up against his frame as you flinched.

SNAP.

The line snapped.

The. Line. Snapped.

You both froze like that from the audacity of the happening, bewildered too.

"What. The. Hell" you heard him curse softly in shock.

You were pretty much would say the same, you haven't heard of a line snapping? Unless the fish was too big? Or by using an old product that’s defected? So you both froze contemplating the accident. Within a few seconds you felt the warmth around your body again and felt your body heat up.

He felt so warm and soft. And safe. Like Home.

You felt him sighing from your back.

"They wouldn't have given us an old string right?" He looked at the rod skeptically, an awkward laugh marring his voice.

"I don't know" you tried to respond as neutral as possible.

The light bulb must have been blasted in his mind, bringing him back to reality cause Yunho took a step back from your figure, his warmth leaving you as he cleared his throat.

"So..."he started, voice expectant and soft as he took some time to actually say the words.

“Have you decided yet?" He asked as he bit his lips.

You tried to crank you neck around to look at his face, it took you a second to understand what he was implying, come back from your divine smelling heaven.

"I mean you can take all the time you want, no pressure at all! I was just...y'know-"

You bit your lips shyly as your hair formed a barrier between you both when you ducked down looking at your boots.

“Yes”

"a little bit anxious-" his voice cut out as he heard you talk.

"-What?" His confused voice now reached you.

Shifting closer towards him, you placed the fishing rod in the big rock near his legs.

You glanced slowly up to his eyes,

"Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend Jeong Yunho" you smiled at his dumbfounded face.

His face converted from confusion to shock and then to a sweet smile, the one that always drove you crazy.

He hugged you back again now, all smiley "You know you can't take that back right?"

"I wouldn't want to" you hugged him back, his face on your shoulders.

The sun was setting orange, reflecting like watercolors on the fluid river. You gazed back into his eyes, he looked just like a prince right now. A prince who stood by your side even when you didn't need anything from him. Your Prince.

Your lips met in the softest caress, breath mingling with the sweetness of love for each other. Both your lips danced around to taste the sweet sweet honey only to taste it again and again as the sun blushed red and retired for the day as it witnessed the lovers.

"Let's just buy fish from that supermarket from yesterday"

You sniggered "Seems like the only option now" as you both held hands walking up the rocks to the car Yunho drove in.

"Hey! We almost caught one"

"Almost is the key word, it did escape away”

He rolled his eyes in response “Faulty device” he quipped.

You thought, you might have not caught a fish but as cheesy as this might sound, you caught yourself a Prince. And Feelings. And that Prince had feelings for you too.

Yes, you both caught everything except the fish you were supposed to catch.

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riboism · 2 years

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kiss kiss

pairing: yunho x f!reader wc: 700 genre: fluff, first kiss, short!reader, yunho is a tease ;)

“So come and gimme that kiss kiss, kiss kiss”- SHINee

When you first started seeing Yunho, you didn’t think his height would be much of an issue. That was, until you reached the end of your third date. He was nice enough to walk you to your bus stop right after the movie ended. Arriving to your stop, you peered down the road for any signs of a big chunk of metal headed your way, but to your dismay the bus seemed to be running late.

“Sorry, I thought it would be here already” you apologized. Yunho always insisted on waiting with you, just to make sure that you got onto the bus safely. It was little things like this that made your heart swell.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind waiting here with you.” He gave you that million dollar smile of his, that same smile that made you swoon off your feet. You admired how chivalrous he was. He never overstepped his boundaries and always made sure not to get too close to you in avoidance of making you uncomfortable. It was a rare trait to find in men these days, so you felt like you won the lotto when you first met him. But now, you just wished he’d drop the politeness for just one night and make a move on you already.

Lazily, you picked your head up after scrolling through your phone for any updates on the bus arrival times. Your eyes met his, and unlike all the other times tonight, you didn’t look away. It was oddly quiet now, especially for a Saturday night. There was no laughter from drunk passerbys, no sports cars trying to beat the yellow traffic lights; the wind had even stopped rustling through the trees. The only sound came from inside of you, your heartbeat banging in your chest as you were locked into his gaze. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think time had really stopped.

Your eyes fell from his and went down to his lips. Oh, fuck it, you thought.

Moving closer, you stood up on your tippy toes and leaned in. But, with Yunho’s tall stature, standing on your tippy toes wasn’t enough and your lips missed its target and instead landed on his chin. Plopping back down on your feet, your cheeks heated up once you realized what had happened. You didn’t want to look back up at him, afraid to see what kind of expression Yunho had plastered on his face right now. You figured it would be one of confusion. He was probably wondering what you were trying to do, or if you were inexperienced and that this was your sorry attempt at a first kiss. You wished the bus would come already and save you from any further embarrassment.

Yunho erupted in laughter. Slowly, you crept your head back up at him, raising a brow at his strange reaction.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad, you should’ve told me. I would’ve gotten you a stepping stool from the dollar tree we passed by earlier.”

Your cheeks were flaming red now. It was like your kiss made him lose his composure, his polite and calm persona all of a sudden shifting to a teasing, giggly one. You slapped his arm which only made him burst out laughing again. Of course, he was only pulling your leg, but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. Crossing your arms, you turned away from him, and his laughing soon died out. Yunho pulled you by the shoulder, forcing you to face him again.

“It’s not funny” you lashed back.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You continued to stand with your arms still folded, studying your shoes to avoid his eyes. When you didn’t acknowledge his apology, Yunho bent down to be more at level with you. Hearing the familiar humming of the bus coming from down the street, he decided it was best to make amends with you now before it was too late. Brushing his fingertips under your chin, he gently raised your head back up at him. Your breathing halted as he inched closer to your face. You quickly shut your eyes and puckered your lips in anticipation, but to your surprise, his lips feathered over the corner of your mouth, missing your lips by just a few centimeters. Even though it wasn’t the movie-style kiss you were expecting, it didn’t fail to give you a rush of butterflies in your stomach.

Yunho pulled away as the bus parked next to you. You hadn’t even realized the bus arrived, nor did you hear the doors push open. You were still dazed and confused, the warm and fuzzy feeling on your skin still lingering even in his absence. Before you could say anything, he flashed you a cheeky grin. “Sorry, I guess I missed. Maybe we can work on our aim next time.”

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years

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Spin/ 1

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- lots of kissing, sex, missionary, from behind, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, intense orgasms, squirting, multiple orgasms, sort of dirty talk, fluff, angst

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Part 2

J POV

"Do we really have to kiss?", Hongjoong complains

"Yes. You spin the bottle, you need to kiss the person it lands on", Jongho says, "That's the rules"

"C'mon! I don't want to", Seonghwa whines

"Please Yeosang and I did it. You're not the only ones who had to kiss the same sex", Wooyoung rolls his eyes

"Yeah but you two have huge obvious crushes on each other. Your tongues were practically down each other's throats", Seonghwa snorts

Yeosang turns so red while Wooyoung scowls

"Shut up Hwa. Don't embarrass him!", Wooyoung hisses

"Anyway, can we just pass?", Hongjoong interrupts

"No. Just kiss and get it over with", San says

"Easy for you to say, you keep on getting girls to kiss", Seonghwa grumbles, "Just come here Joong"

Hongjoong sighs scooting closer to Seonghwa

I'm so interested in seeing this

I know both Seonghwa and Hongjoong are straight as I briefly dated both but they would make a really cute couple

Seonghwa leans to Hongjoong and quickly presses his lips against Hongjoong's, then pulls away just as fast

"That sucked!", San yells

"Whatever that's all you're getting", Seonghwa snaps

"Babies", San says, taking the bottle, "My turn"

Putting the bottle in the middle, he spins it

I glance across the circle at my best friend Yunho and he just shrugs helplessly

This isn't our idea of fun

But Wooyoung had to throw a party and ruin Yunho and my movie night

As Wooyoung's roommates, San and Yunho are expected to be present at said party

And since Yunho has to be at the party, of course he dragged me to it too

At least I was able to invite my other best friend, Grace and she excitedly showed up

Wooyoung, drunk as usual, wanted to play spin the bottle and I was surprised at how many people volunteered to play

I shouldn't be, they are drunk after all

I'm not, I don't drink and Yunho is the same

Wooyoung and San call us boring but we don't need to get drunk to have fun

Wooyoung, of course dragged Yunho to play who in turn dragged me

I watch the bottle intensely, half hoping it lands on me

I have a huge crush on San

Ever since he moved into the vacant room last year, I liked him a lot

Yunho knows but he refuses to help me

Jerk

I really don't know what to say to San, I doubt he feels that way for me, I'm scared and so I keep quiet

But if the bottle lands on me then maybe I could show him with a kiss

But if it lands on me I have to indeed kiss him and I know I'll probably choke

I can't win

The bottle stops, pointing to my left, at Grace who is sitting next to me

Disappointment hits me hard

"Great!", San smiles, his dimples on display

His smile is so beautiful

I really need to stop

Grace glances over at me, worry in her eyes

She knows how much I like San

I don't know how she feels about him but I know she doesn't want to kiss him because of me

I just nod slightly

It's just a game and there's nothing I can do to stop it

San moves closer to her, eagerness all over his face

I watch him kiss her, his hand going in her hair

I can see his tongue in her mouth and hers against his, kissing him back

My face turns red and I avert my eyes from them, looking around the room

A few minutes later, they finally stop

San moves back to his spot and I keep my eyes on the bottle, avoiding looking at Grace

"I already went so maybe someone else can take a turn", Grace says

She has had lots of turns

The bottle lands on her a lot and she has spun before

I haven't gone yet and the bottle hasn't landed on me yet

Which doesn't really bother me, except for the whole San thing that happened right now

"Give it to Yunho", Wooyoung exclaims

"What?", Yunho squeaks

"C'mon man. You haven't kissed anyone yet. Just spin the dumb bottle and get some action", Wooyoung urges

Yunho splutters but San just wordlessly hands him the bottle

"Fuck", he murmurs

He puts the bottle in the middle of the circle then spins it softly

It circles around three times before slowly stopping

At me

Fuck

"No", Yunho says and I agree

We are just friends

That's all we've ever been

We both have crushes on someone else and we are like family

There's no way

"You have to", San insists

"She's like my sister!", Yunho argues

"Well thank god she's not", Hongjoong snorts

"You have to kiss her. I had to kiss Hongjoong. It's only fair", Seonghwa points out

"And it has to be a real kiss", Wooyoung says, "Not some dumb quick kiss"

"Woo-", Yunho warns

"It has to have tongue", Seonghwa adds

"And last two minutes", Yeosang says

What the hell?

No one else had specific instructions on how to kiss

Why do we have to?

"What the fuck?", Yunho snaps

"Just do it and hurry up", Seonghwa demands

Fine

Whatever

It's just a kiss that means nothing

Getting up, I walk across the circle and sit in front of Yunho

"Let's just get it over with ok?", I tell him

He nods, "Yeah ok"

We both lean towards each other, our lips pressing tentatively against each other's

And suddenly fireworks go off in my vision

Holy shit what the fuck is that?

He presses his lips harder against mine, his tongue licking my lips

I open my mouth, letting his tongue in, moving against mine

Oh my god, it feels so good

What the hell?

He deepens the kiss and it turns hard, passionate

I don't even realize that I have my arms around his neck until I feel his around my waist pulling me closer to him

My tongue plays with his as I quickly move into his lap, his hands moving my legs around him so I straddle him

There's nothing in my head except the need to keep kissing him

I know it's Yunho I'm kissing and I'm amazed at how his kiss makes me feel, makes my body react to him

I hear nosies in the background, the party still happening but I can't focus on them

I can only focus on Yunho's lips and wanting more of his kiss

Softly sliding my fingers in the back of his hair, I play with the strands, feeling his big hands on my back, holding me tightly against him

Christ his body is so solid, so hard and feels so good

I don't know how long we kiss for as I'm so lost in him

"Hey", a voice says, tapping on Yunho's shoulder, "Bro time was up like five minutes ago. The rest of us want to play and get action too"

We slowly pull away from each other and all the party noises come crashing back to my ears

"Holy crap that was intense!", Hongjoong says

"That was a good kiss. Not like some baby kisses we've seen"

"How long was that?"

"Eight minutes"

Jesus they sat and watched us kiss for eight minutes

I look at Yunho, his cheeks so red and I feel my face heat up

What the fuck was I thinking?

Kissing him like that?

It's just like he took over me and I couldn't stop

But why?

This is Yunho, my best friend

I never thought of him this way

Never thought of kissing him before

And now all I want is his lips back on mine

"Hey uh Jo? It's your turn to spin", Jongho says

Shit, right

I instantly stand up from Yunho's lap like he's on fire and jet back to my spot

Now that I'm away from him, I can't believe I kissed him like that in front of people, sitting on him like he's my boyfriend or next fuck buddy

What is wrong with me?

"Jo you gonna spin?", Mingi prompts

"Uh yeah", I say, reaching for the bottle and spinning it hard

I watch it spin round and round, getting slower every rotation until it stops

And lands on San

I should be excited, happy that I get to kiss San

San sure looks excited

But all I can think about is Yunho

San comes closer, eager and ready

Get it together

San is the one I always wanted to kiss, the one I have a huge crush on

He's right in front of me and I surge forward, my mouth against San's

And all that's in my head is how it's nothing like Yunho's kiss

San's tongue slips in my mouth, against mine and I kiss him back but his kiss doesn't make me feel like Yunho's

There's no passion, so urgency, no fire

And I realize that I want Yunho to be kissing me instead

And once that thought hits me, I break the kiss with San and pull away

I need to get a grip

I need to push these thoughts of Yunho out of my head

San doesn't say anything and he scoots back to his spot

My eyes find Yunho's and I swear I see sadness in them

Impossible

There's no way he's upset or sad that I was kissing San

No way

"I already went", San says, "So Mina can go"

Mina

Yunho's crush

Mina spins the bottle and I watch it intensely

What are the odds that it lands on Yunho?

It can't

The odds are too great

Right?

It can't land on Yunho

The bottle slows, my heart in my throat

Why am I so obsessed with this spin?

Who cares who it lands on?

I've seen my crush San kiss my best girl friend so who cares who Mina kisses

The bottle stop and it's aimed at Yunho

No fucking way

I blink my eyes, making sure I'm not seeing things

It's on Yunho

What the fuck?

I glance at Yunho to see him smiling shyly at Mina

And my heart drops to my feet

She stands up and goes to Yunho, immediately sitting in his lap, her arms around her neck as she crashes her lips to his, her tongue already in his mouth

Jealousy surges in me and I want to rip her off him

They look so into each other, kissing like no one is around

Like how he kissed me

He kissed me just like he's kissing her

When his tongue moves in her mouth, I'm done

I stand up and wordlessly leave the circle, walking fast to the bathroom

Once inside, I lock the door and lean against it

Breathing in quickly, I get to the sink, slowly looking up in the mirror to see tears in my eyes

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Turning in the water, I splash some on my face

I need to stop

This feeling isn't anything

I just feel protected over Yunho that's why I'm upset

He's been hurt in the past by girls and Mina just reminds me of them

She's kinda a party girl and sleeps around

Not that there's anything wrong with that as I myself have had my fair share of partners too

I just don't want Yunho to get hurt

That's all this is

That's all it has to be

That's all I'll let it be

I have to forget about the kiss we had, about how it felt, about how he felt

It meant nothing

Clearly not to him if he's kissing Mina like that

I need a few minutes to get my bearings then I'm gonna leave the party

Maybe Yunho and Mina can spend some time together tonight after this

Maybe it opened a door for him with her

I was supposed to stay over but I'm not gonna stand in his way

Why that makes me so incredibly sad is something I don't want to think about

A knock on the door scares the shit out of me

Probably some drunk guy having to pee or throw up

Might as well go out

Turning the water off, I open the door and stand face to face with Yunho

"Are you ok?", he asks worriedly

"Yeah fine, just had to really pee", I lie

"You left so suddenly though"

"Yeah well I was holding it but I had the sudden rush and I didn't want to pee everywhere so I just got up and ran", I say, forcing a fake laugh

He just nods and we stand there for a few seconds

"So I'm gonna go", I say

"What why?"

"Because I saw you and Mina really feeling each other and I thought that maybe you'd want to ask her to stay over-"

"No", he shakes his head, "I wasn't"

"Oh", I answer, a little confused

He always wanted a shot with her and now that he has one, he's not gonna take it?

"Are you sure? You always wanted her and she seemed so into you right now. Maybe you should think about-"

"No. It's fine. She actually is kissing Seonghwa now"

I lift my eyebrow in surprise

"She spun again when I uh....", he trails off

"When you what?"

He sighs, "When I pushed her off me"

"What?", I exclaim, "Why would you do that?"

Secretly my body is doing backflips and I feel like I can breathe again

"Because Jo, you left and I was worried. You didn't say you were going to the bathroom. I thought you were sick or something"

I shake my head, "No, just really had to use the bathroom. And I'm kinda tired anyway so I think I'm just gonna go"

"No. Just stay. You were supposed to stay anyway. Just go to my room and you can lay down or sleep. Or we can hang out if you want? I'm tired of this party anyway"

I swallow hard

Normally I'd say sure but now I don't know

Laying in his bed with him after that kiss?

I don't know

He's looking at me expectantly

I'm being different, weird while he's acting normal

I don't want him to know his kiss affected me that much since mine seem to do nothing to him

I need to just act like I always have

"Yeah ok. We can hang"

He nods once then turns heading for his room with me following

Once inside he closes the door, grabbing the remote for his TV and sitting on the bed

Taking a breath, I walk towards him, sitting next to him

"What do you want to watch? I don't think we should watch the movie we were going to watch. The music is too loud"

Then why are we watching TV?

"I don't know Yunho. Whatever you wanna put on is fine with me"

He just looks at me not answering

"Yunho?"

"Yeah?", he says softly

I can't help but look at his lips

They're so perfect

How did I not notice before?

Plump, pink, smooth, his cupids bow pronounced and looks so good on him

"Did uh...did you hear me?", I ask, moving closer to him

"Yeah", he says slowly, "Put on whatever....uh whatever"

He doesn't finish his sentence, pressing his lips against mine

Stars blast in my vision and I just go for it

Moving my tongue in his mouth, I play with his, his arms pulling me into his lap again

I'm drowning in his kiss and I don't want to be saved

How is Yunho this good at kissing?

I mean he's a total dork and hasn't had many experiences with girls

One girlfriend since we got to college that lasted a month

Yeah he's had one night stands but fuck he kisses like a pro

He starts to pull away but I stop him

"No Yunnie. Kiss me", I whisper

"Fuck", he moans, his lips crashing against mine

His arms pull me flush against him, turning us, laying me in his bed, moving on top of me

Without breaking the kiss

I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his large hands move under my shirt, his fingers on my hot skin

When his hands start to move, I moan in his mouth, fucking loving his touch

How is this possible?

Yunho has touched me before and I never felt this like this

He's hugged me, kissed my cheek, tickled me, we've taken naps together and I never felt a hint of anything

Not until now

His lips move from mine, pressing kisses to my cheek, slowly moving down to my neck

"Yunho oh fuck", I moan, sliding my hand in his hair and pulling

The moan he lets out is so pretty, his tongue licking my neck

I bite my lip, so fucking turned on

His hand gropes my boob through my bra, making me whimper

I gently move his head from my neck, kissing him immediately

God I can't get enough of his lips, enough of his tongue against mine

He kisses me back, his hips move into me and I feel his hard cock rub against my pussy, pleasure running lightly through me

Jesus it feels huge

I move my hips, rubbing his cock, swallowing his moan

"Fuck Jo, don't do that", he moans

"Why?", I tease

"Because I'm gonna want to fuck you and I can't"

That hurts

Why can't he?

I'm not going to stop him

Does he not want me?

"Why can't you?"

"Because you're my best friend", he says right before kissing me again

Right

He can't fuck me because I'm his best friend but he can stick his tongue down my throat?

How does that make sense?

"Do you want to?", I ask between kisses

"Huh?", he asks, his hand kneeding my breast

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck yes", he says with no hesitation that I wonder if he knew what he said

"Yes?"

"Yes. I want to so much. But you'll never want me like that"

I pull on his hair, making him look at me

"I don't know if you noticed Yunho but you're on top of me, I'm kissing you and you're hand is squeezing the life from my boob", I tell him, his eyes widening as if he just realized what's happening, "If you need me to say it I will. I want you Yunho"

"You do?", he asks bewildered

Yes I do

It's actually embarrassing how much I want him especially when I have never in my life thought of sex with him

Ever

That was never in the realm of possibility

But here I am, under his big body, wanting to be filled with his dick

"Yes Yunho. So if you're not going to fuck me then I'm leav-"

I'm cut off by his lips kissing me quiet

"You're not going anywhere. Tonight you're mine", he whispers

"All yours", I answer, moving my arms around his neck, pulling him back to my lips

Falling into his kiss, I move my hips against him, earning another pretty moan

Running my hands down his body, I push down his sweatpants and boxers

I can't wait anymore

I want him now

He kicks everything off, then pulls my leggings and panties down, throwing them in his room

His tongue moves against mine as I get my legs back around him

His hands squeeze my thighs, his head pushing inside

Holy shit, god it's so fucking big

He moves in more, stretching me open, filling me so well

"Oh my fucking god! So big", I cry, my body arching into his

God it feels so good, how does it feel this good just from him going in?

"So fucking wet. So tight. Fuck", he moans

"All the way Yunnie. I want all of you"

He slowly impales me on his thick cock, opening me so wide, my pussy drowning his length in juice

My cunt sucks him in greedily and I moan in such pleasure

When he bottoms out, his head brushes against my spot and I cry out, arching my body into his again, pulling his hair

"Fuck Yunnie, so fucking good", I moan, grinding against him, feeling every inch of his length inside me

I fucking love it

Who knew Yunho was packing this thing?

His hands fumble in my shirt, peeling it off me then reaching around me, undoing my bra

He pulls it off me, throwing it somewhere, his eyes on my boobs

"So big", he murmurs, his hands squeezing them

I smirk at him, putting my hands over his, squeezing his hands around my boobs

"Tonight they're all yours Yunnie"

"Fuck", he whimpers

"Take your shirt off", I tell him

He bites his lip, his eyes still on my breasts

"They'll still be there baby. Take your shirt off and then you can have them"

His hands disappear for the two seconds it takes to take his shirt off, then they're right back to my boobs

I get an eyeful of his body and my mouth drops

He has abs

Abs

And hard chest muscles

And broad shoulders

And muscular arms

Yunho is a total hottie

Moving my gaze up to his face, I take in how absolutely beautiful he is

And I need him right now

"Please Yunnie, fuck me"

He nods, as he pulls back, his cock leaving me

I whine, hating the empty feeling

"I'm coming back jagi", he whispers, "I promise I'm gonna fill you so fucking good"

Holy shit, he's so fucking hot

I've never heard Yunho talk like that

I didn't even know he knew how

He shoves his cock back inside, hitting my spot, stars blasting in my eyes

His hips move so fast, plunging his length in and out over and over, the drag of his cock, sending shivers down my spine

He kisses me hard, his hands groping my boob, his palms rubbing against my nipple

It's so much stimulation at the same time I don't know where to focus

I had no idea that Yunho was an animal in bed

That he knows exactly what to do to work my body

He tears his mouth from mine, immediately attaching his lips to my nipple, sucking so hard

Pleasure runs in my veins and I feel myself drench him again

"Fuck so fucking wet. God. Love feeling it all over me", he groans, "Are you always this wet?"

No actually

It's just him

His big dick that he knows how to use

His big body on top of me that I'd have no clue I'd love

His hands, his soft lips on my skin, his kisses

The sounds he's making

He is making me this wet

"No Yunnie. I'm this wet because of you"

"Fuck", he groans into my nipple and the sound is so pretty, "Just for me?"

"Just for you baby", I confirm, moving my hips, wanting to be all on his cock

"Fuck Jo", he murmurs, his lips against my neck, stroke after stroke making his cock slide in deeper

I just moan from the intense pleasure he's giving me, my hands on his back, feeling his muscles move as he fucks me

"More Yunnie. More"

His moves on his knees, pulling my leg over his shoulder

He grabs my other ankle, holding my leg out, then slams into me at such a force I move up his bed

It feels so good and I just keep yelling at him to go harder

His huge cock plunges inside me over and over, stimulating all the right spots

Fuck I'm so close, my pussy trying to throb around his length but he's moving so fast

I'm so wet the squelching noises from his cock pounding my cunt is so loud

"Fuck baby, I love that sound", he tells me, "You take my cock so well inside this tiny pussy"

I nod

I do, I want him inside me and I don't want him to leave

He's becoming the best lay I ever had

I'm so close, I just need him to move a few more time

I'm so fucking excited to cum it's stupid

"Does...does it not feel really good?", he asks, keeping up with the pace he set

"What?", I answer, looking straight at him, "It feels amazing"

"But you're not coming. Am I doing something wrong?"

"No Yunnie, your not- Holy shit", I cry

His head hits my spot and I had no command over my body

Waves of pleasure hits me as I cum on his hard cock, screaming his name, my whole body shaking uncontrollably

"Yunho! Oh fuck Yunho! Yunho!"

"Oh fuck, it feels so good", he whimpers, holding onto my legs hard, "Fuck how does it feel so good?"

I don't know, I can't answer, I'm in too much pleasure

This orgasm is fucking insane, I've never felt anything like it

I'm exhausted when I finish and I close my eyes, taking a second to breathe

"God that felt amazing", he murmurs, "You fucking creamed my cock so much"

"Sss..sorry"

"No fuck, don't be sorry. I like it a lot. It looks so pretty"

I blush, opening my eyes to look at him

His eyes are on us biting his lip

He looks up and asks, "Can I eat your pussy? Please?",

I stare at him flabbergasted

He's actually asking to do it?

Most guys I've been with try to avoid going down on me or any girl

They have no problem getting blow jobs but going down on a girl, they don't wanna do it

So yeah, I'm surprised

"You...want to do that?"

He nods, "It just....you look so good and I want to taste you"

Is this Yunho?

How is he asking me this?

It's like he's a new person

A hot, sexy, beautiful, horny person

"Uh yeah you can. If you want"

At the second I finish speaking, he pulls out, pulls me down to he edge of the bed while he goes on his knees

His tongue licks up my cunt, in between my lips, the moans he's giving so loud

And fuck his tongue feels good

"You taste really fucking good. You're cum is so sweet and so fucking creamy. I fucking love it"

I would be shocked if I could feel anything besides the pleasure his tongue is giving me as he circles my slit

I did not know that Yunho could eat pussy like a god

He definitely knows what he's doing

He plunges his tongue inside me, wiggling it as far as he can go

And I fucking go crazy

"More Yunnie!", I cry, my hand finding it's way into the strands of his black hair, holding on as he eats my cunt so fucking well

He fucks his tongue in at a fast pace, my hips moving with him, fucking his mouth

I clench on his tongue over and over, loving how this feels

No guy has ever tongue fucked me before but I am so glad my best friend is the first one to do it to me

And he's setting a high fucking standard

His tongue circles my hole over and over, teasing me and making me so anxious to feel his tongue inside again

"Yunnie", I whine

"Yeah jagi?", he says, his tongue still moving, not going inside

"Please Yunnie"

He laughs lowly and fuck it's so hot, turning me on to the max

I can't believe how sexy he is

"Please what baby?", he teases, "Tell me what you want"

"Put your tongue inside my pussy", I cry, "Please Yunnie"

"That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Yunho"

"Ok jagi", he chuckles

His tongue makes one more lap around my slit, then I feel it wiggling in and I lose it

"Yunho, fuck Yunho", I yell, stars blasting in my vision, coming on his tongue

God it feels amazing

"Mmmm", he moans, tongue still fucking into me, "God this pussy throbs so fucking well. Just like you did on my cock"

Fuck me

"Best cunt, best cream I ever tasted"

Before I can say anything, his mouth wraps around my clit and he sucks hard

"Yunho!", I scream, fisting his hair as more intense pleasure slaps my body

His mouth moves so fucking fast, so fucking hard

I look down and I almost cum from seeing him in between my legs

His hands gripping my thighs, hair off his forehead as I hold it hard, his eyes closed, my cum glistening on his face and his beautiful lips, mouth sucking

"Oh my god", I whimper

His eyes slowly open, meeting mine

My heart thumps so hard in my chest, his eyes not moving from mine as he pleasures me

And I can't tears my eyes from his

I let out soft moans, the pleasure so fucking good

I can feel my orgasm coming, his mouth not stopping, his gorgeous brown eyes on me

Out of this world pleasure runs over me as I orgasm, moaning his name

"Yunho"

His eyes stay on me as he sucks me through it, then letting go, his tongue licking slowly up my pussy

I can see my cum on his tongue when he puts it back in his mouth, swallowing, and he still maintains eye contact

So fucking hot

He licks me a few more time, then presses a kiss to my clit, making me shiver

He smirks, then gets on the bed, turning me over

I'm confused, "You don't want-"

"Want to be inside you", he murmurs

I want that too but I also wanted to blow him

Taste him

"But-"

"Please. Wanna be inside your warm cunt", he says, "Wanna cum inside you"

Fuck yes, I definitely want him to fill me up

God just thinking about it is turning me on

"Yes Yunnie. Please baby, want your cum inside"

"Fuck Jo, you'll get all of it", he promises

I nod, wondering when I became such a huge slut for my best friend

I move on my hands and knees, opening my legs for him

"Come inside Yunnie"

He thrusts inside, bottoming out in one stroke

"Fuck you're driving me crazy jagi", he murmurs, his arm wrapping around my body, "I didn't know you like dick so much"

"I like your dick this much", I correct him

I hear him whimper "fuck" right before he starts moving, thrusting fast, his head slamming into my spot

Stars blast in my eyes and I can't stop yelling in pleasure, my hands twisting his sheets so hard as he fucks the life out of me

His cock moves so fucking fast, making me so fucking wet I feel it sliding down my legs

"Fuck baby, this is the best pussy I've ever been in. The tightest. The wettest, the warmest. Fucking perfect, taking my cock like a pro", he praises

His hand moves to my clit, his fingers playing as he fucks me, my brain turning off from the sheer ecstacy

I feel so close but it feels different

The pleasure feels different but just as good

Yunho's cock drags in and out, his perfect head rubbing against my spot a few more times and that's all it takes

I yell his name, my entire body shaking in bliss as I cum

Just like the pleasure, my orgasm feels different but I just go with it because fuck it's good

Amazing

"Fuck baby", Yunho whispers, "God you're pussy is squirting so fucking much"

"I...what?", I ask, so fucked out, my head blissfully in the clouds

"Squirting baby. All over my cock, all over me, all over my bed"

Squirting?

I'm doing that?

When I finish, I breath hard, my body still trembling

"That was so fucking hot", he tells me, his hands running along my back

"I...I never...", I babble

I can't think of the words but my brain is so out of it it's not connecting to my mouth

"You've never squirted?"

I shake my head

"Only for me?"

I nod, "Yes Yunnie, only for you"

"You're so fucking amazing", he praises

I'm not but I'm happy he thinks so

"Can you handle more?"

Definitely

He didn't cum yet and I want him to feel amazing too

He went over the top, making sure to make me cum so many times

Now's my turn to make him feel good

"Yes", I tell him, moving and sliding up and down his cock

"Fuck jagi", he whimpers, holding onto my hips

Every move, I go faster, harder until I slide up to his head, then slam back bottoming him out

"Oh god", he groans

I take him as deep as I can, spasming and purposely clenching around his thick cock over and over

His head is still hitting my spot and I can't help but get closer to another orgasm

His cock is that good

Fucking him desperately, I feel every fucking inch, every ridge of his dick, momg my body shake in bliss

"Cream my cock jagi. Please. Then I'll fill your pussy"

Slamming back, white light blinds me as I'm hurtled into another orgasm

But instead of staying still, I keep moving so he can get off too

"Baby, stay!", he cries, gripping my hips and keeping me on his length, "Stay on my cock, oh fuck Joanne, oh shit"

I feel him shake behind me, his cock throbbing so fast

And then I feel his warm cum spilling into me and holy shit the full feeling I'm getting is fucking incredible

"Yes Yunnie!", I yell, "Don't stop coming baby. I want it all"

God do I want it all

He cums so fucking much, I feel it leaking around us, leaking all over my thighs and legs

And when I mean leak, I mean gush

Not just a little, it's all over me, in me and I fucking love it

I'm such a slut

"God jagi, fuck, milking my cock so good baby. Feels so good"

I hear him breathing so hard when he finishes, feeling him getting soft inside

He pulls out and collapses next to me so hard, I bounce on the bed

When I'm back on the bed, his arm shoots out, wrapping around me and pulling me against him, then pulling the blanket on us, spooning me

He cuddles into me, his face buried in the back of my neck

"Uh Yunnie"

"No baby. Too tired. Sleep. Stay tonight. Stay with me. You said you're mine tonight", he whispers, "Stay"

I'm not worried about right now or falling asleep naked with him

I'm worried about tomorrow morning when we wake up

If he's gonna freak out

"Please", he asks, sealing my decision

"Yeah Yunnie, I'll stay"

"Good", he answers

"Should we clean up?", I ask

He shakes his head, "Too comfy. I'll change the sheets and everything tomorrow. Plus I like the thought of you sleeping with my cum inside you and yours all over me"

Holy shit, I like that thought too

I didn't know he was kinky like that

"I like that too", I answer

"Mmm", he says softly, kissing the back of my neck, then cuddling me again

I move back into him, actually liking the feeling of his arm around me

Within a minute, I hear him breathing evenly, asleep already

I smile to myself

He always falls asleep immediately

I wiggle around, getting comfortable against him and I close my eyes, exhausted from the intense sexcapades

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Pacing in front of Yunho's building, I wait for him to come home from class

I can't stop thinking about being with him

About his kisses

About his arms around me when we slept

About the way we fit together, the way it felt being with him

It was a week ago but it hasn't left my mind

And it brought up feelings for Yunho that I didn't know were there

From that stupid kiss during spin the bottle that started all this

Now they fucking won't go away

I want him

Not sex

I want him as my boyfriend

I never thought I'd want that

I thought I wanted San

I don't

I want my best friend who I grew up with and saw in his awkward phases

My best friend who's still a massive dork but is secretly a very sexy man

I figure I need to talk to him

We didn't talk the next morning

I woke up to his fingers playing with my hair, facing him, my face in his neck

But it's like as soon as I opened my eyes, he pulled his hand away and it was like nothing happened

We got up, I got dressed and left

If I can't talk to him about what happened today, I can gauge his reaction and maybe if he feels anything for me too

Maybe I can tell him my feelings for him and we can out on a date or something

God that's so weird to think about

I want to date Yunho

So weird

I keep pacing, trying to calm my nerves as I keep an eye open for him

After a few minutes, I smile as I spot his big form coming down the block

He's talking to someone and my smile faulters when I see he's walking with Mina

His crush

My heart drops to my feet

He's with Mina

And Jesus Christ, I didn't know that just seeing two people together could hurt this much

He laughs and smiles at something she says and I can't do this

He looks happy with her

I guess he took my advice from last week and went after her

I need to leave, I realize

I can't stay here and deal with the awkward situation that is so obviously gonna happen

No thank you

I immediately cross the street, hoping they didn't see me

And like a true stalker, I hide behind a tree just to see if he's really bringing her to his apartment

They finally get to the building's door and he opens it for her

And she goes inside

I feel tears fall down my face and I'm so angry at myself for crying

I'm so dumb

How could I think he'd want me just because he fucked me?

That's not a criteria for having feelings for someone

It's a criteria for being horny

He's been after Mina for months, of course he's gonna jump at the chance to be with her

I was just fooling myself

Wiping my eyes, I just turn in the direction of home and just start walking

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