summary: the charming bartender with the easy smile keeps finding ways to make you laugh. slowly, the walls that you built around your heart begin to crumble, and you can’t help but wonder if love might be ready for a comeback. one sweet moment at a time.
◦ pairing: bar owner!wooyoung × afab!reader
◦ genre: strangers → lovers
◦ rating: pg
◦ wc: 5.9k
◦ tw: [alcohol use/bar setting, themes of past heartbreak]
◦ warnings: [flirty and charming woo <3, fluff!, whipped behavior]
a/n: this is indulgent and i do not care. i love woo so much. i can literally picture him being the flirty bartender that everyone loves. this is pretty short compared to my other fics and it took just as long, BUT! it is the holidays. i hope you all had an amazing time with family, friends, or even just yourself <3 pls like, comment, reblog if you did enjoy reading. tysm!
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You don’t mean to find the bar.
You’re tired. Bone-deep, heels-killing-you tired. The warm glow through the windows catches your eye, soft music leaking out like an invitation you don’t have the energy to refuse.
Inside, it’s cozy. Low lights. Wood and warmth. A bar that feels lived in.
“Rough day?” a voice asks.
You look up and have to blink.
The bartender is unfairly handsome, sleeves rolled, hair pushed back, smile easy but attentive, like he actually means it. He’s already setting a glass down in front of you.
“I have that effect,” he adds, amused. “Exhausted people tend to find me.”
You huff a laugh despite yourself. “Do you always read strangers this easily?”
“Only the interesting ones,” he says smoothly. “I’m Wooyoung.”
You tell him your name. He repeats it like he’s testing how it sounds in his mouth.
“What’ll it be?” he asks. “Something strong? Or something that pretends it’s not?”
“Dealer’s choice,” you sigh. “Be kind.”
He grins. “I can do kind.”
The drink he slides over is perfect. Of course it is.
You take a sip, shoulders finally dropping. “Okay,” you admit. “I might come back here.”
Wooyoung leans an elbow on the bar, eyes warm. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
And just like that, without meaning to, you’ve found more than a bar.
You are good with numbers in the way some people are good with feelings—you see patterns, risks, outcomes. You make a living telling people how to protect what they’ve built, how to plan for futures they’re scared to imagine. You’re sharp, efficient, quietly brilliant. Witty in a dry, offhand way that sneaks up on people after they’ve already underestimated you.
You’re also tired.
Not the kind sleep fixes. The kind that comes from giving too much of yourself once and learning the hard way what happens when someone mishandles it. You don’t talk about that part. You don’t have to. You’ve turned it into boundaries, into self-control, into a heart that stays carefully behind glass.
People tell you you’re pretty all the time. You never quite believe them. You don’t see what they see. The way heads turn, the way conversations pause when you walk in. You’re too busy adjusting spreadsheets, fixing problems, and holding things together. Beauty feels incidental. Useful at best. Dangerous at worst.
You laugh easily, but you don’t fall easily. You flirt without promising anything. You keep your life organized because it’s the one thing you can control.
And if you’ve learned anything at all, it’s this:
You don’t give your heart to anyone who hasn’t proven they know how to hold it.
Every time you go back, it’s supposed to be casual.
A drink after work. A familiar seat. Nothing that means anything. And yet somehow Wooyoung always notices. Remembers how you like your glass, when you’ve had a long day, when you need quiet more than conversation. He never crowds you. Never pries. He exists nearby, steady and warm, like the bar itself was built around him.
You turn him down the first time he asks you out with a soft smile and an easy excuse. He accepts it just as easily, no disappointment sharp enough to make you regret it. The second time, he laughs it off, tells you he’ll ask again when the timing’s better. You expect pressure. You never get it.
That’s what gets you.
The way he makes you feel safe without asking for anything in return. The way he flirts like it’s play, not a transaction. The way he treats you like it isn’t a challenge to overcome.
So later, when you’re alone, lights off, phone facedown, you find yourself thinking about him anyway. About the warmth of his smile. About the sound of your name in his mouth. About how his offers linger longer than they should.
You tell yourself it’s nothing.
But your mind drifts back to his voice, his patience, the way he waits like he already knows some things are worth it.
And in the quiet of your room, you wonder what it would be like to say yes.
The bell above the door chimes, and Wooyoung grins before he even looks up.
“Look who survived another week,” he says, already reaching for a glass.
You slide onto your usual stool. “Barely. I deserve a drink and emotional compensation.”
“Good thing I specialize in both,” he replies, finally meeting your eyes, smile warm and unapologetic. “Same as usual?”
“You know it,” you say, slipping off your coat. “And if you try to upsell me tonight, I’m switching bars.”
He laughs, pouring with practiced ease. “Please. You’d miss me.”
Your friends wave from the booth like you’re late to your own birthday. Wooyoung sets the drink down, fingers brushing yours just long enough to be deliberate.
“You’re early,” he notes.
“Wow. You do notice things,” you deadpan. “Should I be flattered?”
“Always,” he says easily, leaning on the bar. “Especially when you show up looking like that.”
You take a sip and hum. “Careful. Keep talking like that and I might start thinking you flirt with me on purpose.”
Wooyoung tilts his head, eyes dancing. “Might?”
You smile over the rim of your glass. “Relax. If you didn’t, I’d be offended.”
He chuckles, already turning to grab another napkin. “Yeah,” he says. “I figured.”
He glances toward your friends, making sure they’re distracted, then looks back at you. “You want some water? Or emotional support tequila?”
“Water,” you say. “I’m trying to be responsible.”
“Proud of you,” he says sincerely, sliding a glass over. Your fingers brush again. Neither of you pulls away.
There’s a beat. Two. The noise of the bar fills the space, but it feels quieter somehow—like the two of you are in your own pocket of air.
Wooyoung exhales through his nose, smiling to himself. “Okay,” he says. “I’m gonna try something. Again. You can say no. You’ve said no before. I survived.”
You tilt your head. “This is attempt number…?”
“Three,” he admits. “But who’s counting?”
You laugh despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know.” He shrugs, unbothered. “I just figured—no pressure, no expectations—maybe you’d want to grab dinner with me sometime. Not here. Somewhere I don’t have to pretend I’m working.”
“And if I say no?” you ask gently.
“Then I’ll still make you your usual, still flirt a normal amount, still be here,” he says easily. “I like you either way.”
That does it. Something in your chest softens, settles.
You take a breath. “Okay,” you say. “Yes. Dinner.”
His eyes widen, just a little. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you repeat, smiling. “Third time’s the charm.”
Wooyoung breaks into a grin so bright it should be illegal. “Wow. Yunho’s never going to shut up about this.”
You both had figured out through your first conversation that Yunho was a mutual friend.
“Absolutely not,” you agree. “But that’s future us’s problem.”
He laughs, already grabbing a pen. “So. Friday?”
You nod. “Friday.”
“Perfect,” he says, writing his number on a napkin and sliding it to you like it’s precious. “I’ll try not to mess this up.”
You tuck it safely into your bag. “Relax,” you say. “You’re already doing great.”
Wooyoung barely has time to rinse a shaker before the energy at the bar shifts.
It’s loud laughter first—high and tipsy—followed by perfume and confidence sliding into the stools a few spaces down from you. Three girls, all glossy smiles and unsteady balance, already leaning like they own the place.
“Well, hi,” one of them says, drawing the word out as Wooyoung approaches. “Are you gonna pretend you don’t remember us?”
He gives them an easy grin. “I never forget faces. Names, maybe. Depends on how much tequila was involved.”
They laugh like he’s personally charming them—which, to be fair, he is. You sip your drink, watching from the corner of your eye, not trying to read into anything. Not yet.
Then one of them leans in closer. Too close.
“C’mon,” she says, tapping the bar with a manicured nail. “You used to be nicer to me than this.”
Wooyoung stills. Just for a fraction of a second. Then he straightens, charm softening into something deliberate.
“I was,” he says gently. “Past tense.”
Her smile falters, just a bit. “Wow. Harsh.”
“Not meant to be,” he replies, voice calm, kind. “Just honest.”
He sets their drinks down, polite as ever. “You’re welcome here. Always. Just—” he gestures lightly between them, then back to himself, “—not like that anymore.”
The girl scoffs, embarrassed, but her friends are already tugging her back, whispering.
Wooyoung turns away from them and finds your eyes immediately.
You lift your brows. “You okay?”
He exhales, leaning against the bar near you again. “Yeah. Sorry if that was awkward.”
“Was it?” you ask, teasing. “Looked pretty clear to me.”
He smiles, softer now. “Good. That was the goal.”
There’s a pause. He tilts his head. “You good too?”
You meet his gaze, steady. “Yeah,” you say. “Actually… yeah.”
You catch it when you glance over your glass. The same girl from earlier, eyes sharp, unmistakably fixed on you. Not subtle. Not even trying.
You lean an elbow on the bar. “So,” you say lightly, “is this the part where I find out I accidentally agreed to go out with the bar’s resident menace?”
Wooyoung follows your gaze, then sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “If this is about her, I swear—”
You cut in, smiling. “Relax. I’m teasing. Mostly.” You tilt your head. “Didn’t realize I was sitting next to a former heartbreaker.”
He huffs a laugh. “Former being the keyword.”
“Uh-huh,” you say. “Because that looked very ‘reformed.’”
Wooyoung turns fully toward you now, expression open, unguarded. “That was a long time ago,” he says. “Different version of me. Different priorities.” He pauses, eyes softening. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
You hum. “Confident.”
“Certain,” he corrects. Then, quieter, “I wouldn’t ask you out if I wasn’t serious.”
Heat creeps up your neck. You take a sip to give your hands something to do. “You’re very smooth,” you mutter.
He smiles. Not smug, just fond. “Only because you’re beautiful when you pretend you’re not affected.”
You nearly choke. “Wooyoung.”
“What?” he says innocently. “True things are allowed.”
You shake your head, cheeks warm, heart doing something stupid and fluttery. When you glance back, the girl has looked away.
You look at him again. “Okay,” you say. “But if anyone else glares at me tonight—”
He grins. “I’ll walk you to your friends. Very publicly.”
You smile despite yourself. “Deal.”
“And,” he adds, leaning in just a little, “for the record? I’m happy you said yes.”
The bar finally settles into a low, satisfied quiet—the kind that hums after a good night. Chairs are flipped, lights dimmed, the air still warm with laughter that hasn’t quite faded. Wooyoung counts the register while San wipes down the counter, movements easy and practiced.
San glances over, lips curling. “So.”
Wooyoung doesn’t bother looking up. “Don’t.”
San grins wider. “You were smiling like an idiot all night.”
“I smile all the time,” Wooyoung says flatly.
“Not like that,” San replies, stacking clean glasses. “That was full-on whipped behavior. Even Yeosang noticed.”
Wooyoung scoffs. “Yeosang notices everything.”
“Exactly,” San says. “So? She finally say yes?”
Wooyoung’s pen stills for half a second before he exhales. “Friday.”
San’s eyes light up. “Third time?”
“Third,” Wooyoung confirms, softer.
San claps once. “I told you. Patience pays off.”
From the back, Hongjoong calls out that the kitchen’s clean, Jongho already hauling trash toward the door. Mingi lingers by the entrance, locking it with a yawn.
San leans on the bar, tone shifting. “But seriously—did you see tonight? Even with you, me, and Yeosang behind the bar, we were slammed.”
Wooyoung nods, glancing around with quiet pride. “Weekends are getting crazy. Mingi’s turning people away by ten.”
“And the kitchen barely keeps up,” San adds. “Hongjoong’s been talking about prep shifts.”
Wooyoung sighs, smiling. “Might be time to hire another bartender. Maybe weekend-only.”
San hums. “Good problem to have.”
He grabs his jacket, then smirks. “Good bar, good business… and now a date?”
Wooyoung flicks a rag at him. “Get out.”
San laughs and heads for the door. Wooyoung turns off the last light, the bar going dark around him—still buzzing, still alive.
The alley behind the bar is quiet, washed in amber from the lone security light as Wooyoung locks the back door. He slips his keys into his pocket and heads for the narrow staircase tucked beside the building—familiar steps, creaking softly as he climbs.
His apartment sits right above the noise he just left behind. Cozy. Lived-in. Shoes by the door, a hoodie slung over the couch, the faint smell of citrus cleaner lingering from whenever he pretends he’s got his life together. He drops his keys into the bowl by the door and exhales, his shoulders finally relaxing.
His phone buzzes.
He checks it absently—then stops.
Y/N: Made it home. Still thinking about that smile you tried to play cool about.
Wooyoung laughs under his breath, soft and a little tired, thumb hovering over the screen before he types back.
Wooyoung: Lies. I don’t play it cool. I commit to the bit.
Another buzz comes almost immediately.
Y/N: Friday. Don’t be late.
He stares at the screen longer than necessary, a grin spreading across his face that no one’s around to tease him for. The exhaustion hits him all at once. Feet aching, hands sore. But there’s a buzz underneath it, something warm and anticipatory.
He tosses his phone onto the bed, changes out of his clothes, and collapses onto the mattress with a groan, staring up at the ceiling.
Busy bar. Good people. A date he’s been waiting on.
Wooyoung closes his eyes, smiling to himself.
Friday can’t come fast enough.
Friday comes way too fast for you.
You two decide to go to the festival instead of dinner. The flyers all over town were too hard to resist.
You’re darting around your apartment with one boot on, hair half-finished, phone wedged between your shoulder and ear while your friend shouts unhelpful commentary. You check the mirror for the fifth time. Warm coat, cute sweater, skirt with tights, practical yet still pretty boots. Cozy, but intentional.
Your phone buzzes again.
Wooyoung: Outside. No rush :)
“Liar,” you mutter, grabbing your bag and doing one last spin in the mirror. Cute enough. Warm enough. Good enough.
Down on the street, Wooyoung waits leaning against his car. Dark coat, scarf loose at his neck, hands in his pockets—effortless in an unfair way. When he spots you, his face lights up instantly.
“Wow,” he says, pushing off the car. “You’re beautiful.”
You feel it immediately—heat rushing to your cheeks. “Hi to you too.”
He laughs, opening the door for you. “Sorry. I had a whole cool greeting planned. Lost it.”
As you climb in, he adds, softer, “The new guy—Seonghwa—he’s working tonight with San and Yeosang. Said I’m banned from the bar for the evening.”
“Look at that,” you tease. “A man who clocks out.”
“For you?” he says easily, starting the car. “Always.”
The festival lights glow in the distance, music already floating through the air. You glance over at him, relaxed, excited, completely present, and your smile comes without thinking.
It’s everything the flyers promised: warm lights strung everywhere, the air filled with laughter and the sweet scent of hotteok. Wooyoung keeps a gentle hand on your lower back as he navigates the crowded paths, occasionally pointing out his favorite food stalls or games.
“Okay,” you say, scanning the stalls. “Rule one: we eat first.”
“Already my favorite rule,” he replies. “Lead the way.”
You stop at a cart with steam fogging the glass. “Bungeoppang?”
Wooyoung’s eyes light up. “Absolutely.” He orders two without asking what filling you want, then grins. “Trust me.”
When he hands you one, it’s warm enough that you have to juggle it between your palms. You take a bite and hum. “Red bean. You’re forgiven.”
“See?” he says smugly. “I pay attention.”
You shoot him a look. “Do you?”
“All the time,” he says easily, leaning in a little. “Like how you do that thing where you pretend you’re not smiling when you are.”
You choke on a laugh. “I am not—”
“You are,” he insists, bumping your shoulder with his. “It’s cute.”
Your face burns. “You’re trouble.”
“Yeah,” he says, eyes warm, voice softer. “But I’m having a really good time being trouble with you.”
You laugh again, louder this time, the sound swallowed by the crowd as you keep walking—sticky fingers, shared warmth, festival lights reflecting in his eyes.
The night turns into a blur of little moments that feel too good to rush past.
Wooyoung insists on trying one of the game booths—rings or darts or something suspiciously rigged—and you tease him the entire time. “You know those are impossible, right?”
He cracks his knuckles. “Relax. I work well under pressure.”
Three tries later, he finally lands the winning shot. The attendant hands over a black cat plushie, soft and round with stitched yellow eyes. Wooyoung accepts it like a trophy, then immediately presses it into your arms.
“For you,” he says. “Felt right.”
You blink down at it, then up at him. “You won me a cat.”
He shrugs, smiling. “I’m told I have black cat energy. Now you can cuddle me at night.”
Your heart does something embarrassing. You hug the plushie to your chest and mutter, “I’m keeping this forever.”
“Good,” he says, eyes shining. “I’m attached already.”
Later, you share skewers from a food stall, arguing over whose bite was bigger. He steals yours anyway. You retaliate by looping your arm through his, casual but intentional. Neither of you lets go.
At one point, music drifts through the street, and he spins you under the lights, laughing when you almost trip. His hands steady you immediately, thumbs warm at your waist.
“Careful,” he says softly. “Can’t have you falling on the first date.” He winks, grinning.
You look up at him, smiling, cheeks warm, black cat plushie tucked between you. “You’re doing a lot for a first date.”
Wooyoung smiles, eyes fond. “You’re worth it.”
The ride back is quieter. Not awkward, just soft. The kind of quiet filled with shared glances and tired smiles, the black cat plushie perched in your lap.
Wooyoung parks in front of your building and turns off the engine, the sudden silence making your chest feel loud. He walks you to the door anyway, hands in his coat pockets, shoulders brushing yours with every step.
“Tonight was… really nice,” you say, keys already in hand.
“Yeah,” he replies, voice warm and a little low. “It was.” He hesitates, then adds, “I’m glad it was with you.”
You look up at him, festival lights still lingering in your eyes, cold air pinking your cheeks. For a second, he leans in, just slightly, and your heart stutters because you think, oh. This is it.
Then he stops.
Wooyoung smiles, softer than you’ve seen all night, and instead presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. It’s warm, lingering, deliberate. When he pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against yours.
“I really wanted to,” he admits quietly. “Just… didn’t want to rush.”
Your face is on fire, but you’re smiling. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
He chuckles, relief flickering across his expression. “Good.”
You hug him, quick but close, before stepping back toward your door. “Text me when you get home.”
“Already planned on it,” he says.
As you unlock the door, you glance back once more. Wooyoung is still there, watching you with that same fond smile.
Friday ends with a kiss on your cheek, but the promise of more hangs warmly in the air.
Three dates turn into a rhythm.
Not rushed. Not slow. Just steady. Late dinners, lingering looks, hands finding each other without ceremony. Enough to matter.
Which is exactly why Wooyoung is currently staring at a mess of receipts, as if they personally betrayed him.
It’s past midnight in the bar’s office. The place smells like cleaner and beer, papers spread across the desk in uneven stacks—supplier invoices, payroll notes, scribbles he swears made sense when he wrote them. He runs a hand through his hair, exhales, then leans back hard enough that the chair creaks.
“Okay,” he mutters. “One thing at a time.”
His phone buzzes.
He smiles automatically before answering. “Hey.”
There’s a pause on the line, like you’re listening for something. “You sound tired.”
He laughs weakly. “Is it that obvious?”
“Mm. You’ve got the ‘I’m pretending I’m fine’ voice.”
He glances back at the desk. “Bar’s busy. Staff’s good. Everything’s good,” he says, then sighs. “I just… have too many things on my plate.”
“Wooyoung,” you say gently. “Do you want help?”
He hesitates. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” you cut in. “But I can.” A beat. “Let me look at your books. Just to organize. No judgment. No bossing. I promise.”
Silence stretches. Then he exhales, long and honest.
“…That would actually be amazing.”
You smile on the other end. He can hear it. “Okay. Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” he agrees, relief softening his voice. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” you say easily. “That’s what partners do.”
He stills at the word.
Then smiles, wide and real, exhaustion melting just a little.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It is.”
Wooyoung shifts in his chair, letting his head fall back against it. The knot in his shoulders loosens just from hearing your voice.
“You sure?” he asks, softer now. “I don’t want you thinking I only call when I’m stressed.”
You laugh. “Relax. I like you when you’re stressed, too. Very broody.”
He snorts. “I am not broody.”
“You are,” you insist. “It’s endearing.”
There’s a quiet moment, comfortable. Papers rustle as he starts stacking them without thinking.
“So,” he says, trying to sound casual and failing just a little. “When I’m not drowning in receipts… can I steal you again?”
“Mmm,” you hum. “Depends.”
He smiles despite himself. “On?”
“What you’re planning,” you tease. “You’ve set a high bar.”
“Well,” he says, voice lowering, playful. “I was thinking something low-key. Dinner. A walk. Maybe somewhere I don’t smell like rum.”
You laugh. “Ambitious.”
“Hey,” he says. “I clean up nice.”
“I’ve noticed.”
That gets him. He grins, eyes closing. “Good. Then Saturday?”
“Saturday works,” you say. “But only if you let me finish helping first.”
“Deal,” he replies immediately. “I’ll even cook.”
There’s a pause. “You cook?”
“Rude,” he says. “I’m very capable.”
“Okay,” you say lightly. “I’m looking forward to it.”
His voice softens. “Me too.”
Another beat passes. Neither of you hanging up.
“You should get some sleep,” you finally say.
“Only if you promise to text me when you get home,” he replies.
“I will.”
He smiles into the quiet office, phone warm in his hand. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Woo.”
The call ends, but the feeling lingers. Warm, steady, promising.
The office smells like coffee and paper dust when you finally sit down.
You’ve been quiet for a while now. Too quiet. Wooyoung watches you from his seat, arms crossed, trying not to look like a kid waiting for a verdict. Filing cabinets stand open, folders spread across the desk in careful little piles you’ve made without comment.
“So,” he says cautiously. “How bad is it?”
You look up, smile gently. “Okay. Good news first.”
He exhales. “There’s good news?”
“There is,” you say, tapping a folder into alignment. “Everything is here. Nothing’s missing. You don’t believe in labels.”
He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I believe in vibes.”
“I can tell,” you say, teasing but kind. “This drawer is pure chaos, but it’s honest chaos.”
He steps closer, peering over your shoulder. “Is that your professional way of saying I’m a mess?”
“It’s my nice way,” you correct. “And I promise—I can help. We’ll sort it out. Make it easy. You won’t dread opening these anymore.”
Something shifts in his expression. Relief, sure, but more than that. Gratitude. Trust.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “Really.”
You turn toward him, smile soft. “Of course.”
He doesn’t overthink it. Doesn’t make a joke. Wooyoung cups your face gently, thumbs warm against your cheeks, and leans in—slow, giving you time.
You meet him halfway.
The kiss is soft, unhurried. Careful in the way that means everything. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath uneven.
“Wow,” he murmurs. “I should’ve hired you sooner.”
You laugh softly. “Unbelievable.”
You clear your throat, slipping back into work mode—gentle, but confident. “Okay. Big picture.”
Wooyoung leans against the desk, watching you like you’re explaining something far more fascinating than spreadsheets.
“You’re doing too much,” you say plainly. “Not because you can’t handle it, but because you shouldn’t have to.” You gesture around the office. “You’re running the place and babysitting the details.”
He opens his mouth, then closes it. “…Go on.”
“San already acts like a bar manager,” you continue. “He knows the flow, the staff, the problems before they become problems. Make it official. Let him handle schedules, ordering, and the small fires.”
Wooyoung exhales slowly, nodding.
“And Yeosang backs him up naturally. That frees you up to focus on the bigger stuff—the vision. Growth. Not whether you’re low on limes.”
He laughs quietly. “I hate how right you sound.”
You smile. “It’s a gift.”
You gather your notes, tucking them into a neat folder. “I’ll come by again later this week. We’ll get everything labeled, digitized, boring-in-a-good-way.”
He steps closer. “You make ‘boring’ sound sexy.”
“Careful,” you say, grinning. “I charge for that.”
You reach for your coat, but before you can turn away, Wooyoung gently catches your wrist. He pulls you back and kisses you again. This one’s deeper, warmer, full of gratitude and something steady beneath it.
When he pulls back, his smile is soft and certain. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
You squeeze his hand. “Get used to delegating,” you tease. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He watches you leave the office lighter than he’s felt in weeks—bar thriving, stress-easing, and the very real feeling that he’s not doing this alone anymore.
The following week blurs into organized chaos in the best way.
Laptops appear where dusty binders used to live. Receipts are scanned, sorted, and uploaded. Filing cabinets go from mystery drawers to neatly labeled systems that actually slide closed without protest. Wooyoung hovers nearby half the time, coffee in hand, watching his life slowly become manageable.
“You’re telling me,” he says, staring at the screen, “that I can see inventory and payroll without opening six different tabs?”
“Yes,” you reply patiently, clicking through menus. “And it updates in real time.”
He looks genuinely awed. “I’ve been living like a caveman.”
Behind the bar, San leans over the POS as you walk him through the new ordering system. “So I can flag low stock before we run out?”
“Exactly,” you say. “And it sends Wooyoung a notification instead of you texting him at 1 a.m.”
San grins. “Oh, I love you.”
Wooyoung chokes on his coffee. “Hey.”
You move to the back terminal, upgrading the clock-in system—clean interface, clear shifts, no more guessing. Yeosang nods approvingly. Mingi tests it once and immediately says, “Wow. That’s sexy.”
Wooyoung stares at it all, hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
You glance at him, smiling. “Told you. Hands off. Big picture.”
He looks at you like you just handed him his future.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I’m never letting you go.”
Wooyoung’s still staring at the screen when he says it—half joking, half hopeful.
“So,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “hypothetically… how would you feel about working here? Like officially. Bookkeeper. Financial advisor. Whatever title makes you happy.”
His offer hangs between you, heavier than spreadsheets and software.
“Let me think about it,” you say gently. You smile at him, reassuring. “It’s a big change.”
His shoulders relax immediately. “Yeah. Of course. Take all the time you need.”
You gather your bag, hesitating just a second before stepping closer and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I will.”
That night, Wooyoung tries not to think about it.
He fails spectacularly.
He’s halfway through reorganizing a drawer that absolutely does not need reorganizing when his phone rings. Your name lights up the screen.
He answers on the first ring. “Hey.”
“Hi,” you say, your voice soft and thoughtful. “Are you busy?”
“Not really,” he admits. “What’s up?”
There’s a breath on the other end. “I thought about what you said. About working there. With you.”
His heart kicks up. “Okay.”
“I realized,” you continue, “that I already care about the bar. About making sure it works. And I trust you.” A small laugh. “Which is kind of everything.”
He closes his eyes, smiling.
“So,” you finish, warmth threading through your voice, “if the offer’s still there… I’d like to say yes.”
He lets out a quiet laugh, half disbelief, half pure happiness. “Yeah,” he says softly. “It’s still there.”
“Good,” you reply. “Then I’m in.”
When the call ends, Wooyoung sits there for a moment, phone warm in his hand, grinning like someone who knows absolutely that things just changed for the better.
His apartment smells incredible when you step inside.
Not just good—amazing. Garlic, something citrusy, a little spice. You pause in the doorway, coat half-off, suspicious.
“You cooked,” you say slowly.
Wooyoung beams from the kitchen, apron on, wooden spoon in hand. “I told you.”
“You claimed you could cook,” you correct. “This smells like you’re about to ruin my standards.”
“Please,” he scoffs. “I ruin expectations daily.”
Dinner turns out to be unfairly good. Like, you-stop-talking-for-a-second good. Wooyoung watches you take the first bite with way too much anticipation.
“Well?” he asks.
You nod, chewing. “I hate this.”
He blinks. “You hate—”
“Because now I have to admit you’re hot and competent,” you finish. “Which feels excessive.”
He laughs, relief flooding his face. “I’ll survive.”
Wine loosens the night. You sit closer on the couch after, legs tucked under you, the city humming softly through the window. The laughter fades into something quieter.
“There’s something I should tell you,” you say eventually, eyes on your glass.
He doesn’t rush you. Just nods. “Okay.”
“I didn’t hesitate because of you,” you admit. “I hesitated because… the last time I said yes easily, it really hurt. Badly.”
Wooyoung’s expression softens completely. “I figured,” he says gently. “I just didn’t want to assume.”
You swallow. “I’m not great at jumping anymore.”
He reaches for your hand, slow enough you can pull away. You don’t.
“That’s okay,” he says. “I’m not asking you to jump.” He squeezes your fingers. “I’m good with walking. As slow as you need.”
You look at him then—really look. Open. Steady. No pressure hiding behind charm.
“…You’re very unfair,” you murmur.
He smiles softly. “I know. But I’m not going anywhere.”
You believe him.
He’s quiet for a moment, thumb brushing slow circles against the back of your hand like he’s choosing his words carefully.
“I was okay waiting,” Wooyoung says finally, voice low, honest. “Because you never felt like a maybe.”
You look at him, searching his face. “That’s not really an answer.”
He huffs a soft laugh. “I know. I’m bad at explaining this part.”
He leans back against the couch, eyes lifting to the ceiling for a second. “I’ve met a lot of people. Dated, flirted, all that. Easy stuff.” He glances back at you. “But with you, it was different from the start. Quieter. Heavier—in a good way.”
You swallow. “So you just… waited?”
“Yeah,” he says simply. “Because rushing you felt wrong. And because every time you walked into the bar, I thought, she’s worth doing this right for.”
Your chest tightens. “How do you know that?”
He looks at you then—really looks—eyes warm, steady, a little vulnerable. “I don’t have a logical answer,” he admits. “I just knew that even if it took longer, even if nothing happened at all, it’d still be worth it to try.”
Your voice comes out softer. “That’s scary.”
“It is,” he agrees. “But so is settling for less.”
He squeezes your hand gently. “I’m not in a rush to prove anything. I just want to keep choosing you. One day at a time.”
You lean into him, forehead brushing his shoulder, heart full and a little overwhelmed.
“Okay,” you whisper.
He smiles into your hair. “Okay’s perfect.”
One year later, everything feels bigger and steadier.
The second location hums on opening night, lights glowing warm against the sidewalk, a line already forming. Inside, the staff moves like they’ve done this forever. San’s voice carries from the original bar over the phone earlier—something about finally having space upstairs and claiming the good window for plants. He’s taken over Wooyoung’s old apartment like it was destiny.
Now, your place is across town. Shared. Lived-in. Shoes by the door that aren’t just yours. A spare hoodie that always smells like him. A calendar on the fridge with color-coded shifts and dates circled for no reason other than you want to.
Wooyoung stands beside you tonight, hand warm at your lower back as he watches the room. He looks calmer than he used to—still electric, still charming, but grounded. Delegation suits him. Trust does too.
“Can you believe this?” he murmurs.
You smile, leaning into him. “I can. We worked for it.”
He glances down at you, eyes soft. “We really did.”
Across the room, San sends a thumbs-up from the bar. The systems run smoothly. The books are clean. The future doesn’t feel like something to chase anymore—it’s already here.
Wooyoung squeezes your hand. “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for choosing me,” he says quietly.
You kiss his shoulder, easy and sure. “Always.”
Outside, the city keeps moving. Inside, the life you built together feels solid. Warm, busy, and exactly right.
Later, the apartment is quiet in the way only shared spaces get—soft, familiar, safe.
You’re tangled up in bed, legs warm against his, the glow from the city bleeding through the curtains. Wooyoung is half-asleep, arms wrapped around you, when you shift just enough to steal more blanket.
“Hey,” he murmurs immediately. “Absolutely not.”
“You were hogging it,” you say, already grinning.
“I was using it,” he counters, tightening his hold. “This is theft.”
“You love me,” you reply smugly.
He hums, pretending to think. “Debatable.”
You gasp, dramatic. “Say that again.”
He laughs, soft and sleepy, nose brushing your cheek. “Okay, okay. I love you.”
The words settle between you, easy and certain. You turn to face him, tracing idle lines over his arm.
“I love you too,” you say, quieter.
His expression shifts—playful fading into something warm and intent. He leans in, kissing you slowly, unhurried. Your laughter dissolves into breathless smiles, your hands find familiar places, and the night stretches open before you.
Somewhere between kisses and murmured protests about blankets, the rest of the world fades out.
Tomorrow can wait.
Tonight belongs to the two of you.
binniebb 2025 ™ pls do not steal or repost my work ♡
summary: everyone is pretty sure that jongho is dating someone. in fact it might be super obvious.
authors note: there needs to be more jongho fics in the world
masterlist // request: open
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“Have you noticed that Jongho seems…happy recently?”
Hongjoong slow blinked at Mingi. He’d woken up to a message from his younger member, asking him to be in the living room when Jongho goes to the gym that evening.
At the end of the message, Mingi had added: don’t tell jongho. It’s IMPORTANT.
All caps.
The members, baring Jongho who had shouted his exit from the dorm right on schedule, gathered on the sofas and watched Mingi with interest.
“You called a meeting,” Seunghwa said slowly, “because Jongho is…happy?”
Mingi huffed and shook his head. “No, not just happy. Like really happy.”
San tilted his head. “I’m not following.”
Mingi leant forward and lowered his voice, words coming out in a whisper. “I think Jongho is dating.”
Hongjoong blinked again. Dating? Their maknae? And they didn’t know about it? It sounded ridiculous. The eight of them were crammed into each other’s spaces pretty much at all times, during their free time and much of their work hours. It seemed inconceivable that anything secret could be taking place at all, let alone a whole separate relationship, but Mingi looked dead serious, not a hint of a joke in his voice or on his face.
That didn’t stop Wooyoung from laughing though. “Jjong? Dating? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m not,” Mingi insisted, eyebrows furrowing in offence. “Like, have you noticed he’s been going running recently?”
“And?”
“Jongho hates running for the sake of running,” Mingi reminded them. “He already goes to the gym every night, why add on morning runs? And, what about that time he brought choco pies but wouldn’t let anyone eat them? He kept saying ‘they’re not for you’. But he’d always share his snacks before. Who were they for?”
Yeosang pressed his lips together into a hum, turning his eyes to the ceiling as he thought. “He has been smiling at his phone more,” he offered.
“Ooh, and he’s been locking his phone when I come up behind him,” Yunho jumped on, leaning forward in his chair.
“See?” Mingi pointed, “Like he’s hiding something.”
Hongjoong could see the pieces knitting together, but coincidences didn’t mean anything. Not really. “Jongho is allowed to have privacy, and go on runs, and not share his snacks,” he reminded them, “but I do admit, it seems fishy.”
“I think I know who it is too,” Mingi announced, his smile wide and confident as he saw the member’s coming around to his idea. He said your name simply and clearly.
“The make up artist?” San asked.
You’d been working as part of their glam team for a while, on big and small projects. You’d be shy at first, quietly starstruck but intensely professional. They’d broken down the walls in the way they had with all those they worked with consistently - professional friendship is what they’d call your relationship.
“Why her?” Yeosang asked.
Mingi gave a one armed shrug. “He’s softer with her, I don’t know.”
“He could just be being respectful,” Hongjoong argued but Mingi shook his head in disagreement.
“I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel like that,” Mingi murmured, “sometimes I think I see him looking at her and it’s just…different.”
They thought back to the last time they’d seen you two together, preparing for a photoshoot. You had laughed with all of them, told jokes and got teased in return. Jongho had definitely been speaking to you, his voice low, private. You had blushed and smiled. Maybe that was warmer than with the other members too. Maybe.
“Why wouldn’t he tell us if he was?” Wooyoung pouted.
Seunghwa flicked his ear. “Because none of us would let him live it down.”
“So, do we…wait for him to tell us?” Yeosang asked.
There was a long pause before San leant forward, a sly smile breaking across his face. “50,000 won for whoever gets a confession,” he challenged.
“You can’t seriously be betting on this,” Seonghwa shook his head, “Make it 50,000 and paying for the next BBQ meal.”
“Deal,” Mingi agreed.
“I want my winnings in cash please,” Yunho teased.
Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose and couldn’t help but laugh.
-
You got the ‘coffee?’ message about 3 hours into your day. Your team meeting had just finished, organisation of jobs and glamour looks for the next photoshoots, video shoots and upcoming live stages. It was a lot of information that was settled in front of your head, messy notes scrawled on to lined paper and an increased to do list. You were relieved at the chance to clear your brain, even just for a moment.
You made your excuses for your sunbaes and made your way out of the main team work space.
You always met in the same place, a hidden corner between the recording studio and your usual office. It wasn’t exactly private but in the fast paced work day, there was only so much time you had. It hadn’t started out as a ‘date’ (Jongho wouldn’t let you call them that because I can do way better than this) but you had to stop yourself from skipping in excitement.
He was in comfy clothes, baggy shirts and sweatpants, a usual work day outfit. “Recording all day,” he’d told you. You weren’t sure if he’d actually be able to slip away but of course he could.
He always found a way to see you.
Jongho had a tray of drinks at his feet, and he held yours out as you approached. You couldn’t lean in as close as you wanted, couldn’t curl your fingers around the base of his neck or kiss him like you wanted. You smiled sweetly. He made sure his fingers brushed against yours as you took the take away cup.
You took a sip and hummed. “With hazelnut today?”
Jongho gave a half shrug. “Hazelnut is for planning days.”
You’d told him that once, that the extra boost was always needed to get you through those long meetings. You couldn’t stop the grin that formed around your straw.
He rocked forwards and backwards on his heels, letting his elbow knock against your arm. It shouldn’t make your heart rate pick up, but it does, just the same as if he had slid his arm around you.
In this closeness, both of you could forget expectations, forget boundaries and just be.
Jongho reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, following around the curve of your jaw. He kept the contact as long as he could, unwilling to let go before he had to. The gentleness belied the pounding of your heart in your chest.
“Did you sleep well?” He asked quietly.
“Well enough,” you promised, “just…a long morning.”
He hummed in understanding, and brushed his thumb along the clef in your chin.
“Jongho?”
You both startled at the name, a familiar voice that pierced the comfortable silence that blanketed you. Jongho’s hand dropped.
Behind Jongho, Yunho stood in the hallway, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, which lifted a moment later, eyes jumping between the two of you. Your heart thudded, and your head ducked, avoiding eye sight.
You didn’t see Jongho’s face harden just so, from the face he wore with you, to the one he wore with his members. Still soft but different. It always felt different with you.
“Hyung,” he greeted easily. When he turned, his broad shoulders blocked you from view just so. “Manager-nim asked me to drop a drink to ——-sshi.”
“Manager-nim…” Yunho repeated slowly.
Jongho hummed, bent to pick up the members iced drinks, melting freely in their holder on the floor. “Couldn’t you wait for your drink?” He complained.
“Thank you Jongho-sshi,” you murmured and bowed deeply, before making your exit.
Later, Jongho would apologise against your temple, muttering his complaints about impatience things, and laughed when you suggested a better meeting place for their coffee dates.
“It’s not a date,” he corrected.
-
Yunho: he lied, i can’t believe he lied to me
Yunho: we need to have serious words with jong about this
Yunho: and he just sat their in the recording studio
Yunho: like it didn’t matter
Yunho: with his drink of lies
Hongjoong: i think you’re taking this too personally
-
Jongho gave his clothes freely to you. In fact, you were pretty sure he was deliberately leaving them around. There was always a reason for you putting on a hoodie or t-shirt of his, each excuse more outlandish than the next. Not that you it stopped you from actually wearing them. You liked wearing his clothes as much as Jongho liked you in the them.
But then things like this happen. He leaves the wrong hoodie at your home and, on your late start day, you’re woken up by a phone call with a sheepish Jongho telling you that his manager says that jumper needs to go back into catalogued rotation.
“Can you bring it for me?” He asked.
You stifled a yawn. “I can’t exactly say no can I?”
Jongho huffed a laugh. “I’ll bring you another one,” he promised.
“One I can keep this time.”
When you go to find him, he’s in the dance studio. You had suggested that you just put it on the hanger yourself, since you were going that way, but Jongho had reminded you it would look weird for you to have the clothing that he was supposed to have kept. The reminder was like ice down your back.
Right, of course. Sometimes, you forgot that you were keeping things quiet when Jongho had taken over so much of your life at this point.
He’d sent you a text, letting you know that the coast was clear, and so you had gone to him. Jongho smiled at you, eyes creasing sweetly in the corners, as soon as the door slid closed behind you.
“You’re a lifesaver,” he muttered, hand slipping over yours to handle the bag.
“I am missing sleep wear,” you counted.
His eyes moved from your face, down, with a knowing tilt to his eyebrows. “Don’t worry on my account,” he teased, “I don’t mind.”
Your cheeks burned. “Jong,” you admonished, but he didn’t blink, grin widening into a smirk, a cheeky dance in his eyes.
Like this, when it was just the two of you, things felt easy. The knot that had formed in your stomach lessened, your shoulders felt lighter and, for a moment, you were just every other couple.
Jongho was still holding your hand, and he used it to tug you closer. You went willingly on stumbling feet until your shoes bumped together. That was the thing with Jongho, you had realised early on - you couldn’t resist.
“You look pretty,” he murmured, voice soft and honest, eyes jumping around your face as he took in everything.
You flushed and bite your bottom lip as you smiled. You weren’t used to compliments, not the way that Jongho did them. So earnest, so honest, just for you.
You almost missed the door opening behind you. But then Jongho’s hand was slipping from yours, feet stepping back and the distance between you felt like a sudden dunking in ice.
You turned to see Seonghwa, dressed for rehearsals, pausing in the doorway. “Oh, am I interrupted something?”
“Of course not, Seonghwa-sshi,” you answered quickly. “I was just….”
“Dropping off something for me,” Jongho finished.
“Yes,” you nodded, “and now that I have, I’ll go back to work.”
You bowed to both members before making your leave. You barely heard Seonghwa’s soft, “have a good day”, as you sped past him.
This was happening more and more, and honestly, you were not the best liar under pressure.
But when he pressed you into the mattress that night, kisses burning as they trailed down your neck, you found yourself repeating that the lie was worth it.
-
Seonghwa: i asked him why ——- would have his hoodie
Seonghwa: but he just pretended he couldn’t hear me
Yeosang: i think we need a more direct approach
Yeosang: lets be honest
Yeosang: jongho would never lose a battle of wits
Yeosang: especially against you clowns
Wooyoung: rude
Yunho: and yet fair
-
It was four hours into a photoshoot when Wooyoung noticed. They were doing a photos in pairs, Jongho and him, as part of the upcoming comeback. He couldn’t remember if this was for the album or a photocard or anything else. The photographer, Byungmin, was a new hire. They’d done a few shoots before but this was the biggest one he was leading.
“The concept is rock gods, got it?” Byungmin had expressed.
Wooyoung had an elbow resting on Jongho’s shoulder, jaw angled upwards as they stared down the camera.
“Excellent,” Byungmin checked the image through his lens, and gave a satisfied grin, “last one, and we’re good. Can you turn to face each other? Think enemies during peace time. Verge of fighting. I want to feel the tension through the camera.”
Around them, the photography assistants fluttered, readjusting limbs and leg stances until they got the approval of their boss. Wooyoung didn’t enjoy this part of the job - the hands that pushed and prodded and arranged you like a child would a doll. But he let them, did as he was told, and waited to be told he was done.
Wooyoung’s head was angled downwards by one of these insistent hands. His eyes followed downwards momentarily, and he caught it. Just below neck line. Wouldn’t even have been noticeable if it wasn’t for the way he was standing and that he looked down just as Jongho’s collar was readjusted.
Lip marks.
Those were lips marks on his collar.
Jongho had lipstick marks on his collar.
It was pink, a noticeable shimmer on the curve of Jongho’s neck. It sat there, like a hidden claiming mark.
Byungmin paused to tell Wooyoung that childish wasn’t really the vibe of the shoot right now.
“Sexy, right? Alluring,” he reminded.
“Of course, sorry,” Wooyoung apologised quickly. It took a moment to school his features appropriately, professional as he was. He couldn’t stop the way his body hummed in excitement and his fingers tapped an agitated beat against his thighs.
Oh, he couldn’t wait to see Jongho’s face.
Jongho noticed the behaviour change, and arched an eyebrow in silent question. What’s up with you?
Wooyoung returned the look, teasing, letting his lips twitch upwards into a giddy smile.
He leant closer for a moment, tried to make the movement smooth and effortless, just another poise, as he whispered, “Next time, you should probably tell your girlfriend not to wear lipstick on a shoot day.”
Jongho’s lips turned downwards into a frown, confused.
Wooyoung grinned, eyes darting to his neck for a moment. When Byungmin ended the shoot, and called for the next pair - Mingi and Yeosang - to make their entrance, Wooyoung tapped his own neck knowingly.
He laughed when Jongho’s ears went red.
-
Wooyoung: IT WAS PINK DO YOU KNOW THAT MEANS
Hongjoong: Jongho looks good in pink
Seonghwa: it was really obvious and we’re all blind that it took us that long to notice that he’s dating anyone
Mingi: jong is getting smooches
Mingi: and you’re not
Wooyoung: rude san would smooch me
San: don’t drag me and my smooches into this
Yeosang: can we please stop saying smooches?
-
“I think they know,” Jongho mused.
It was late. Jongho had gone on his usual workout session at the gym before making the short walk to your apartment. He’d showered, redressed himself in cleaner clothes, and made himself at home on your sofa.
It was a part of life now, the end of each of your days that you enjoyed every moment of. It wasn’t exactly sneaking around, but it was private, just for the two of you. Everything with Jongho was quiet, private. A comforting touch, a familiar sigh.
The televison was playing the ending credits of a drama you had been watching together. Soon, it would be time for Jongho to head back to the dorm rooms, a time that made your stomach twist with bittersweet longing. Which was silly, you knew, because you’d only see him again the next morning. You just wished these moments could stretch on.
You huffed a laugh. “I’m surprised it's taken them this long. Honestly, you’re not exactly subtle.”
“Who left their lipstick on me?” He challenged.
You groaned in embarrassment. Honestly, you couldn’t believe that had actually happened. A momentarily weakness that had seemed thrilling and sexy at the time, now just made you feel deeply mortified. “You’re the one that said Seonghwa has been asking about the missing hoodie since it happened,” you reminded.
“Hey, the hoodie one wasn’t my fault,” he argued, “You borrow a lot of my stuff.”
“You let me,” you challenged.
Jongho’s fingers slid along your chin affectionately, smirking at the blush that bloomed on your cheeks. “But you look so cute in them,” he murmured.
“Jjong,” you slapped a hand against his chest, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
He arched an eyebrow, challenge clear in his face. You wanted to accept it, let him show you, but you were firm. Your fingers curled into the loose ties at the front of his hoodie. “You need to get back.”
Jongho hummed. His hand moved so he could stroke your cheek, and you leant into it. His hand felt so warm against you, you could float away. His eyes darted over your face, like he was memorising every detail over and over again. “Soon,” he promised.
You turned your head to kiss the palm of his hand. Such a simple act, so sweet, and it made Jongho’s heart clench before the uptick of its beating. Yes, he was so completely in love with you.
“I should tell them soon,” he said.
You looked at him under your lashes. “Whenever you want to,” you agreed.
“It’s not that I don’t,” he reminded. You hummed in understanding. Things were far more complicated than that. “Once they know, I just need to figure out how to keep you.”
You were quick with your answer. “You’ll always have me.”
Jongho said your name, quiet and revertant, like he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His hand moved to your neck and dragged you closer, until your lips could slot together. He always kissed like this - firm, with purpose, like he would crawl into you if he could. It made you breathless, lightheaded, lost in the moment.
When Jongho finally left, your lips were swollen and your heart ached even more to say goodbye.
-
Admittedly, Jongho wasn’t even trying to pretend anymore. He left your home three nights before, a heavy weight in his stomach that he wasn’t able to just stay. He never liked going, having to leave you behind so that no one noticed, but something about that day itself just caught him sideways.
You hadn’t really been able to see each other this week due to schedules, leading up today - the new music video. He’d watched you out of the corner of his eye as you moved around, bumping shoulders with your coworkers, nodding at your managers when they gave an update, laughing with his members while you assisted other make up artists before those on your rotation were ready to sit in your chair.
You’d finished Yunho before him, laughing at jokes that Jongho was pretty sure weren’t funny. Mingi was in the chair next to him, and the conversation flowed easily. You fit in there so effortlessly and he was once again struck by the thought that he was so lucky to have you.
“Jongho-sshi,” you called over your shoulder as you straightened your supplies, and then turned to flash him the brightest smile.
His mouth felt dry.
God.
Yeah. He was gone.
He watched you as you worked. You had to move around him constantly, applying and blending, adding powder to set. His eyes followed you, smile soft, like he couldn’t bear to look away.
You caught him, blinked in surprise. He had looked at you like this before, but never so out in the open. It felt like a spotlight blinking to life upon you.
“You’re staring,” you murmured, voice low, slipping into secrecy. He traced the flush from your cheeks to the tip of your nose with his eyes, wishing desperately to do so with his fingers.
“You’re cute,” he replied, quiet, honest.
He saw how the surprise in your gaze melted into warmth, affection. “Jongho,” you shake your head in amusement.
“What? Am I making it hard for you to concentrate?” He teased.
If you could have, you would have flicked his forehead. “You’re the worst client,” you joked.
“Lies, I’m your best,” he counted.
You hummed in amusement. You swapped one brush for another. “Close your eyes,” you instruct. “I need to do your shadow.”
He obliged. Even in darkness, you surrounded him. The touch of the brush on his eyelids was delicate. The end of your overshirt - an old button up that you wore over a tank top - brushed the top of his hands where they rested on the chair. Your perfume wrapped around him. Your free hand curved around his jaw so gently, holding him steady as you worked.
Jongho shuddered a breath he couldn’t hold any longer. Like this, he could pretend you were alone, lost in sensation. Your thumb stroked on the underside of his jaw once, barely noticeable to anyone but him, before you withdraw. “Okay, open.”
His eyes were dark, hooded, lost, only for you. You didn’t think anyone else would notice, but you did. You always did.
“Looks good,” you comment, throat dry, voice croaking.
Jongho makes a noise of agreement. His fingers twitch from the urge to pull you closer.
Later, in the shadow between the stage lights, Yeosang approached quietly and said, “You have failed at subtly my friend.”
Jongho huffed a laugh. “Kind of stopped caring that I needed to be,” he admitted.
“Does this count as a public announcement then?” Yeosang joked, sliding an arm over his shoulder.
He angled his head to look at the older member. “Honestly, it took you guys long enough.”
Jongho’s smile became a tad wider. “And now, you all know.”
“I mean, once it was pointed out, you do have that soft look about you.” Yeosang poked his maknae’s cheek.
“Yeah, I do,” Jongho agreed.
-
Jongho: Meet at the dorms after shoot
Jongho: we should talk
-
They gathered back in the dorms living room. Yeosang was already there, looking smug, while Jongho was splayed in the arm chair, a set look of determination on his face.
“What’s this about?” Seonghwa asked.
Of course, they already knew.
Jongho leant forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. “I’m dating ——-,” he said simply.
Mingi hissed his intake of breath. “Yes, I knew it.”
Jongho raised his phone screen, showing a timer. “You have three minutes to ask whatever questions you want. Then, my relationship is just a normal part of life, got it?”
He didn’t wait for a response and hit go.
“How long have you been dating?” Hongjoong asked first.
“10 months.”
San jumped in. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Jongho shrugged. “I wanted to keep it just for a us, just for a little while,” he admitted. “Plus, with our jobs…it was easier.”
“Is she nice to you?” Yunho asked.
Jongho’s lips twitched. “Yes hyung.”
Yeosang counted, “are you nice to her?”
“She hasn’t complained so far.”
“When can we meet her?” Seonghwa asked, “you know, officially, as your girlfriend.”
“Next team dinner,” was the quick answer.
“What shade is her lipstick?” Wooyoung wondered.
San raised his eyebrow. “That’s your question?”
“It was a good shade,” he defended, “—— and I always wear the same brand!”
“I’ll find out for you Woo,” Jongho promised.
“Was it love at first sight?”
“Of course not.”
“Not a romantic bone in that body,” Mingi complained under his breath. “How he got anyone to date him…”
Wooyoung vibrated with energy when he asked, “Who asked who out?”
“She asked me.”
“Good for her, girl power and all that shit.”
The timer went off. Jongho turned it off and returned his phone to his pocket. “And now we’re back to normal,” he emphasised. He stood up, pushed his hair away from his face and began to walk towards the door. “I’ll see you guys later.”
“Hey, where are you going?” Mingi stammered, startled by the sudden dismissal.
Jongho grinned at them, teasing and amused. His eyes creased at the edges. “I’m going to see ——-. Don’t have to sneak around anymore, so don’t wait up for me.”
And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
Wooyoung sniffed mockingly. “Oh baby is all grown up.”
Yunho flung an arm around Woo’s shoulders and pouted. “They grow up too fast. Bring me back my baby Jongie.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes but the smile across his face was warm. “Jongho seems happy,” he concluded.
“Smitten,” Yeosang added. “And on that note,” he grinned widely, “I’ll take those bank transfers now.”
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a/n: if you have any fic requests (sfw/nsfw) feel free to ask! like and reblog if you enjoyed this one 💕
Summary: When a simple lunch delivery to the royal palace goes hilariously wrong. You, a baker’s daughter find yourself accidentally hired as the Crown Prince’s personal assistant.
Fandom: ATEEZ
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Genre: Royal AU, Fluff, Comedy, Romance
Word count: 4.2k~
Warnings: None. Fluff and romantic tension
A/N: I prefer General!Seonghwa over Prince!Seonghwa anyday but the thought of silver haired prince seonghwa is so yum 🤤 Also I noticed that I made a plot hole while re-checking today and nearly got aneurysm trying to correct it if there is a mistake blame it on that 😔✊
“No- Your Highness, there must have been a mistake. I’m just here to drop off the royal tailor’s lunch.”
Seonghwa blinks at you over a stack of letters that towers precariously on his mahogany desk. There’s something suspiciously relieved in his expression when he sees your face. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and his usually pristine hair has a rebellious strand falling across his forehead. “Excellent. I urgently need someone who knows how to say ‘no’ to me.” he smirked.
You clutch the wrapped lunch tighter, taking a cautious step backward. The Crown Prince’s study is intimidatingly grand; floor to ceiling bookshelves, oil paintings of stern ancestors, and enough gold trim to fund a small village. You definitely don’t belong here.
“I… what?”
“My assistant quit yesterday,” Seonghwa continues, quite aware to your growing panic but acting oblivious. He gestures at the chaos surrounding him. Scrolls unfurled across every surface, inkwells precariously balanced on stacks of documents, and what appears to a half eaten scone that might be older than some of the treaties on his desk.
“Something about ‘excessive pressure’ and ‘inhuman expectations.’ Quite dramatic, really.”
“Your Highness, I think you have me mistaken with someone else-”
“No way. Mistake is something I don't need right now.” He stands abruptly, and you’re struck by how tall he is, how his shoulders seem to carry the weight of the entire kingdom. “The Council expects a response to the Trade Agreement by noon, I have a ceremonial sword blessing at two, and somewhere in this mess is a very important letter from the Northern Duchy that I absolutely cannot lose.”
You stare at him. He stares back with an expression of such hopeful desperation that your heart does a tiny, traitorous flutter.
“I’m- I don't think I am qualified for this,” you say weakly.
“Neither am I, most days.” Seonghwa’s smile is tired but genuine. “What’s your name?”
You tell him, and the way he repeats it, carefully, like he’s memorizing the syllables makes your cheeks warm.
“Well then,” he says, “shall we pretend we both know what we’re doing?”
Somehow, you find yourself seated at a smaller desk that’s been hastily cleared of its mountain of correspondence. The lunch sits forgotten on a side table, probably wondering why it’s been abandoned for royal bureaucracy.
“The trick,” Seonghwa explains, settling back into his chair with considerably more grace than anyone dealing with governmental chaos should possess, “is to look confident while having absolutely no idea what’s happening.”
“Is that how you’ve been managing this whole prince thing?”
The question slips out before you can stop it, and you immediately want to crawl under the desk. You just essentially insulted the Crown Prince. They probably have dungeons for this sort of thing.
But Seonghwa laughs. A sincere laugh, not the polite chuckle used in ceremonies. “You catch on quickly. No wonder they sent you.”
“They didn’t send me, I’m just-”
“Could you help me with something?” He interrupts, and there’s something almost shy in his expression. “I have this ceremony in an hour or so, but I can never tell if my crown is sitting properly. The royal mirror is positioned terribly, and my last assistant always said it looked fine even when it was practically sliding off my head.”
Your heart hammers as he retrieves an elegant gold crown from its velvet case. It’s beautiful, delicate engravings of stars and moons, small gems that catch the light like captured starfire.
“I feel ridiculous asking,” he admits, “but could you…?”
You nod, not trusting your voice. When he places the crown on his head and turns toward you, you forget how to breathe. The afternoon light streaming through the tall windows catches in his silver hair, and his eyes hold a vulnerability you never expected to see.
The crown is indeed crooked, tilted slightly to the left.
“May I?” you whisper.
He nods.
Your fingers are trembling as you reach up to adjust it. You have to step closer, close enough to catch the subtle scent of patchouli and something uniquely him. His breath hitches slightly when your knuckles brush against his hair.
“There,” you murmur, your hands lingering perhaps a moment too long. “Perfect.”
When you meet his eyes, the world seems to slow. He’s looking at you like you’ve just solved every problem in the kingdom, like you’re something precious and unexpected. His lips part slightly, and for a single moment, you think-
A knock at the door shatters the moment. You spring backward so quickly you nearly knock over an inkwell.
“Your Highness?” A voice calls. “The Council is ready for your response regarding the trade agreement.”
Seonghwa blinks, seemingly dazed. “Yes, of course. One moment.”
He turns to you, and there’s something different in his expression now, warmer and softer. “Would you… would you mind staying? Just until I sort through this mess. I know you weren’t planning on this, but-”
“Okay,” you say, surprising yourself. “I’ll stay.”
His smile could power the entire palace.
After a while, you’ve somehow helped organize half his correspondence, located the missing Northern Duchy letter -it was being used as a bookmark in a poetry collection book-, and discovered that the Crown Prince has an alarming tendency to forget to eat when stressed.
“When did you last have a proper meal, Your Highness?” you ask, watching him squint at a particularly dense diplomatic document.
“Tuesday?” he ventures.
“It’s Thursday.”
“Ah.” He has the grace to look sheepish. “Time becomes rather fluid when you’re reading seventeen different proposals for grain taxation reform.”
You retrieve the forgotten lunch from the side table. “Here. The tailor will understand.”
“I can’t take someone else’s meal-”
“Your Highness.” You use your sternest voice, the one usually reserved for stubborn customers at your family’s bakery. “Eat.”
He blinks at you in surprise, then obediently unwraps the lunch. You try not to stare at the way his face lights up at the simple meal of bread, cheese, and fruit.
“No one’s spoken to me like that in years,” he says between bites.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m a person instead of a title.”
Your heart does that fluttering thing again. “Well, you are a person. A person who needs to eat regularly and sleep more than four hours a night.”
“How did you-”
“Your Highness, you have ink stains on three different fingers, your tie has been tied incorrectly all day, and you’ve been unconsciously rubbing your temples every few minutes. You’re exhausted.”
Seonghwa stares at you with something like wonder. “You notice things.”
“It’s hard not to when you’re-” You catch yourself before you can say something embarrassing like ‘when you’re incredibly, amazingly pretty and I've been admiring you from afar.’
“When I’m what?”
“When you’re… very obvious about it,” you finish lamely.
He grins, and it transforms his entire face. “I’ll have to work on my royal ambiguity.”
“Please don’t. It’s refreshing, actually. The honesty.”
Something shifts in his expression, becomes more intent. “Is it?”
Before you can analyze the weight in his voice, another knock interrupts. This time, it’s his valet.
“Your Highness, the ceremonial sword blessing-”
“Right.” Seonghwa sighs, straightening his shoulders as he transforms back into Crown Prince mode. But when he looks at you, the mask slips slightly. “Will you… that is, would you be willing to continue this arrangement? Temporarily, of course. Just until I can find a proper replacement.”
You should say no. You should explain the misunderstanding, return to your normal life, and pretend this strange, wonderful afternoon never happened.
Instead, you nod.
“Excellent.” His smile is radiant. “I’ll have a room prepared for you immediately.”
“Room? Oh no, I couldn’t possibly-”
“Nonsense. If you’re to be my assistant, you’ll need to be available for early morning briefings and late evening correspondence reviews. It’s only practical.”
Your mouth opens and closes soundlessly. You’ve somehow gone from a bakery worker to living in the palace in the span of a single afternoon by simply delivering lunch for a favor.
“Don’t look so terrified,” Seonghwa says gently. “I promise the dungeons are only for people who steal the good dinner rolls.”
Despite everything, you laugh. “How did you know I was thinking about dungeons?”
“Lucky guess..?” He pauses at the door, crown now perfectly straight and posture regally composed. But his eyes are warm when they meet yours. “Thank you. For today. For… staying.”
After he leaves, you sink into the chair and stare at the organized desk, the neat stacks of correspondence, the empty lunch wrapping.
What have you gotten yourself into?
After waiting for your background check to be finished, you're finally escorted to your room.
Your assigned quarters are roughly the size of your family’s entire bakery. The bed alone could fit four people comfortably, and there’s a sitting area with windows overlooking the palace gardens. It’s beautiful and terrifying and completely surreal.
A soft knock interrupts your attempts to process the day’s events.
“Come in?”
To your surprise, it’s Seonghwa. He’s changed from his formal attire into simpler clothes. Dark trousers and a white shirt that somehow makes him look younger, more approachable even though his looks come not from his clothing but his regal beauty.
“I wanted to apologize,” he says, hovering uncertainly in the doorway. “I rather steamrolled you into this arrangement. If you’re uncomfortable-”
“It’s not that.” You gesture for him to come in, and he perches carefully on the edge of a chair like he’s afraid of imposing. “I just… I’m not actually qualified to be anyone’s assistant, let alone yours. I work at my family’s bakery. I have no training in diplomacy or protocol or any of the things you probably need.”
“Can you read?”
“Yes, but-”
“Can you write legibly?”
“Well, yes-”
“Do you have opinions about things?”
You blink. “Opinions?”
“Everyone in the palace agrees with everything I say,” Seonghwa explains, running a hand through his hair. “It’s maddening. I could declare that purple should be the official color of vegetables and they’d all nod sagely and praise my innovative thinking.”
“You cannot assign vegetables a color. Even if you did it would be definitely green, not purple.” you say scrunching your face.
“Exactly!” His face lights up. “You see? Perfect assistant material.”
You can’t help but smile. “This is insane.”
“Most of the best things are.” He pauses, and something vulnerable flickers in his expression. “Will you... try it? Just for a few days. If you hate it, I’ll personally escort you back to your bakery with a formal apology and enough gold to make up for the inconvenience.”
The smart thing would be to decline politely and leave now, before you make an even bigger fool of yourself. Before you fall any harder for a prince who’s completely out of your reach.
But when you look at him -really look at him- you see past the crown and the title to the person underneath. Someone who’s lonely and overworked and genuinely grateful for the smallest kindness.
Someone who laughed at your terrible jokes and trusted you to fix his crown.
“Okay,” you hear yourself say. “I’ll try.”
You can bet on anything that his smile is brighter than any jewel in the royal treasury.
The next morning arrives with a gentle knock and a maid carrying what appears to be enough breakfast to feed a small army.
“Compliments of His Highness,” she explains, setting the elaborate spread on your sitting room table. “He thought you might prefer to eat privately while you settle in.”
Thoughtful. You’re beginning to understand that beneath all the royal protocol, Seonghwa is simply… considerate.
You’re attempting to decide between three different types of pastry when another knock sounds. This time, it’s the man himself, looking impeccable despite the early hour.
“Good morning,” he says, and there’s something almost shy about it. “I hope you slept well.”
“Like a rock. That bed is magic.”
“Wait until you try the library chairs. I’ve lost entire afternoons to their evil comfort.” He glances at the breakfast spread and frowns. “This is excessive. I specifically asked for something simple.”
“The kitchen staff might have a different definition of ‘simple’ than normal people.”
“Normal people,” he repeats thoughtfully. “I like that phrase. May I join you? My own breakfast is a formal affair in the dining hall, and I’d much rather have a normal person breakfast.”
You gesture to the abundance of food. “There’s certainly enough.”
He settles across from you with visible relief, immediately reaching for what appears to be a perfectly ordinary piece of toast. The domesticity of it, sharing breakfast and watching him relax, feels dangerously intimate.
“So,” you say, searching for safe conversation, “what disasters await us today?”
“Oh, the usual. Three diplomatic meetings, a review of the royal gardens’ budget, and a very tense discussion about whether the autumn festival should feature dancing or theatrical performances.”
“Both?”
“I suggested that yesterday. Apparently, it would ‘set a concerning precedent for future festivals.’” He shakes his head. “Sometimes I think they create problems just to have something to debate.”
“What do you want the festival to have?”
He pauses, piece of toast halfway to his mouth. “What do I want?”
“It’s your kingdom, isn’t it? What would make you happy?”
Seonghwa stares at you like you’ve asked him to solve an ancient riddle. “I… no one’s ever asked me that before. About what would make me happy.”
Your heart clenches. “Well, I’m asking now.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, and you can practically see him thinking through possibilities he’s never been allowed to consider.
“Music,” he says finally. “I’d want music. Not just the formal court musicians, but… street performers, local bands, anyone who wanted to play. And food stalls run by actual families from the kingdom, not the palace kitchens. And games for children, and dancing for anyone who felt like it, not just the nobility.”
His eyes are bright with enthusiasm, and you find yourself smiling. “That sounds wonderful.”
“It sounds chaos to the Council.”
“Sometimes chaos is exactly what people need.”
“Is that your professional assistant opinion?”
“That’s my normal person opinion.” You lean forward slightly. “Your Highness, what if we presented it differently? Not as chaos, but as… connecting with your people. Understanding their culture. Being a prince who cares about everyone in the kingdom, not just the nobles.”
Seonghwa sets down his toast entirely, giving you his full attention. “Go on.”
“Well, festivals are about celebration, right? Joy. What better way to show strong leadership than by creating something that brings genuine happiness to your people? The Council can debate protocol all they want, but it’s hard to argue against joy.”
For a moment, he just stares at you. Then he starts to laugh. That real, unguarded sound you heard yesterday.
“You’re brilliant,” he says, and the warm admiration in his voice makes your stomach flip. “Absolutely brilliant. Will you come with me to the Council meeting?”
“Oh no. No, no, no. I can offer opinions over breakfast, but I can’t face the royal Council-”
“Please.” He reaches across the table, his fingers brushing yours. “I need someone in that room who remembers that I’m supposed to serve the people, not just manage them. I'll handle the council.”
The touch of his hand sends electricity up your arm, and when you meet his eyes, there’s something there that makes your breath catch. Something warm and wondering and impossibly fond.
“Okay,” you whisper, because apparently you’re incapable of saying no to anything when he looks at you like that.
His smile could outshine the sun.
The Council meeting is every bit as intimidating as you expected. Twelve stern faced advisors seated around a massive oak table, all of whom seem personally offended by your presence.
“Your Highness,” the head councilor says with barely concealed disdain, “perhaps your… assistant… would be more comfortable waiting outside.”
“She stays,” Seonghwa says firmly, and the quiet authority in his voice makes something flutter in your chest. “Her insights have been invaluable.”
You try to make yourself invisible in your chair beside his, taking notes and pretending you can’t feel the councilors’ disapproving stares.
The festival debate unfolds exactly as Seonghwa predicted; lots of discussion about precedent and protocol, very little about what might actually benefit the kingdom. When he presents his vision using the framework you suggested, you can see several councilors wavering.
“It’s… unconventional,” admits the Minister of Cultural Affairs.
“Unconventional isn’t necessarily problematic,” Seonghwa replies smoothly. “Some of our most beloved traditions started as innovations.”
“But the security concerns-”
“Can be managed with proper planning.”
“And the budget-”
“Will likely be offset by increased merchant participation and tourism.”
You watch him navigate each objection with growing admiration. He’s brilliant at this, when he’s passionate about something. When he’s fighting for what he believes in rather than just managing what’s expected.
The head councilor drums his fingers on the table. The Council only agreed after a tense hours long debate.
"We’ll need a detailed proposal.”
“Of course.” Seonghwa glances at you, something almost playful in his expression. “My assistant and I will have it ready by tomorrow.”
After the meeting, you practically float back to his study.
“Did we just win that?” you ask.
“We did indeed.” Seonghwa grins, loosening his formal jacket with obvious relief. “Though now we actually have to create a detailed proposal by tomorrow.”
“We?”
“Well, it was your idea. Brilliant strategy, by the way, framing it as connection rather than chaos.”
You feel yourself blushing. “I just said what made sense.”
“Exactly. You cut through all the political posturing and found the heart of it.” He pauses, studying your face with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. “You’re remarkable, you know that?”
The compliment hits you like a physical thing, warm and overwhelming. “I’m really not-”
“You are.” He steps closer, and suddenly the study feels much smaller. “You see possibilities where others see problems. You remind me why I wanted to do this job in the first place.”
Your heart is hammering so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. “Seonghwa-”
The use of his name without the title makes him go very still. For a moment, you think you’ve overstepped, broken some crucial protocol.
Then he smiles, soft and wondering. “Say it again.”
“Your Highness-”
“No. My name.”
“Seonghwa,” you whisper, and his eyes flutter closed like you’ve given him something precious.
When he opens them again, there’s something raw and hopeful in his expression. He takes another step closer, close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.
“I should tell you,” he says quietly, “that I’ve never enjoyed anyone’s company the way I enjoy yours.”
Your breath catches. “Seonghwa…”
“And I should probably also tell you that I’ve been thinking about yesterday afternoon. About when you fixed my crown.” His voice drops even lower. “About how you looked at me like I was just… me.”
The space between you feels charged, electric. You can see the exact moment he decides to be brave, can see him start to lean forward-
And then the door bursts open.
“Your Highness, there’s been a development with the Northern- Oh.” The secretary stops short, taking in the scene with wide eyes. “I… should I return later?”
Seonghwa steps back so quickly he nearly trips over his own feet. “No, that’s… what’s the development?”
You use the interruption to retreat to your desk, heart still racing. But when you glance up, Seonghwa is looking at you with such soft longing that your breath catches all over again.
This is getting dangerous. Wonderfully, terrifyingly dangerous.
The festival proposal takes shape over the next several hours, with the two of you working in surprisingly seamless collaboration. Seonghwa handles the diplomatic language and budget considerations while you focus on logistics and community engagement.
“What about here?” you suggest, pointing to a section about local artisan participation. “We could create a special showcase area for traditional crafts.”
“Perfect.” He leans over to see what you’re indicating, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. “You have lovely handwriting, by the way.”
Such a simple comment shouldn’t make you feel like you’re glowing, but somehow it does. “Thank you.”
“No, really. It’s… graceful. Like you.”
You look up sharply, and he’s right there, closer than you realized. Close enough to see the way his pupils dilate slightly, close enough to catch the subtle hitch in his breathing.
“Seonghwa,” you whisper, not sure if it’s a warning or an invitation.
He reaches up slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is feather-light, reverent.
“Is this all right?” he asks softly.
You nod, not trusting your voice.
His thumb traces along your cheekbone, and you let your eyes flutter closed. This is madness. You’re a baker’s daughter and he’s the Crown Prince, but in this moment, with his gentle touch and the afternoon light streaming around you both, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“I should tell you something,” he murmurs.
“What?”
“I knew.”
Your eyes snap open. “Knew what?”
“When you came to deliver lunch.” His smile is soft, almost shy. “I knew you weren’t the new assistant. The real candidate wasn’t supposed to arrive until next week.”
Your mouth falls open. “You knew? Then why did you-?”
“Because you were the first person in months to look at me like I was human instead of a title. Because when I made that ridiculous comment about needing someone to say no to me, you looked like you might actually be brave enough to do it.” His thumb is still tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. “And because I’ve been watching you at events for the better part of a year, hoping for an excuse to talk to you.”
“You’ve been watching me?”
“Trying to work up the courage to approach you, more like. Do you know how many times I’ve walked past your family’s booth at the market? How many excuses I’ve invented to attend events where you might be helping with the catering?”
Your heart is doing something complicated and wonderful in your chest. “Seonghwa…”
“I know this is complicated,” he says quickly. “I know there are protocols and expectations and a dozen reasons why this is probably a terrible idea. But I-”
You silence him by rising up on your toes and pressing your lips to his.
It’s soft and sweet and perfect, tasting like the tea you’ve been sharing and the promise of something extraordinary. When you pull back, he’s staring at you with such wonder that you feel like you could conquer kingdoms.
“For someone who is supposed to be good with words,” you murmur, “you certainly talk too much sometimes.”
He laughs, bright and joyful, and kisses you again.
The festival proposal is a complete success. The Council approves it unanimously, the people are thrilled, and somehow you’ve managed to revolutionize royal event planning while falling completely in love with a prince.
Three weeks later, you’re standing in the gardens at sunset, watching Seonghwa practice his opening speech for the festival. He’s nervous -adorably so- running his hands through his hair and muttering about crowd expectations.
“You know,” you say, stepping closer, “you could always just speak from the heart.”
“The heart doesn’t follow protocol.”
“Because it doesn’t need to.” You reach up to straighten his collar, smiling at the way he immediately relaxes under your touch. “Your people love you, Seonghwa. Not because you’re perfect, but because you care about them. Let them see that.”
He catches your hands, pressing them flat against his chest. “How do you always know exactly what I need to hear?”
“Lucky guess..?”
“I love you,” he says suddenly, the words tumbling out like he can’t hold them back any longer. “I know it’s complicated and probably terrifying and definitely against several royal protocols, but I love you. I love your terrible jokes and your practical solutions and the way you make me remember who I am underneath all the expectations.”
Your heart swells until you think it might burst. “I love you too. Even if you do have a concerning habit of making impulsive royal decisions.”
“Only the good kind of impulsive decisions.”
“Is that what I am? A good impulsive decision?”
He suddenly picks you up and spins you around, laughing as your feet leave the ground. “You’re the best decision I’ve ever made.”
When he sets you down, you’re both breathless and grinning.
“So,” you say, straightening his crown with familiar ease, “what happens now?”
“Now we revolutionize the kingdom one festival at a time,” Seonghwa says, leaning down to kiss you softly. “And maybe figure out how to explain to the Council that their prince has fallen in love with his wonderfully unqualified assistant.”
“Fake assistant,” you correct.
“Best fake assistant in the kingdom.”
You laugh, and he spins you around again, and in the golden light of the setting sun, with the promise of tomorrow’s festival and a lifetime of adventures ahead, everything feels perfect.
thank yew so much for including my fic in ur recommendations 💝 im rlly rlly grateful 😭🙏
Aww you're so lovely! of course it was such a cute fic! just took a look at another one of your works with yeosang in it and it had me shedding tears i cannot handle angst im too weak lol. i dont think i've ever teared up at a fic so fast you're such a good writer <3
Thank you so much for mentioning my fanfiction of Jongho in your recommendations 🥰
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(Note: sorry this took such a long time but he's finally here!!)
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You Never Asked | Part 2 | Part 3 - @zeroseuniverse
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Chained | Part 2 - @sunshineyuyu ✴
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jongho wears a silver chain that you’re obsessed with, and you finally get his attention after some calculated flirting with yunho and some beer pong.
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You’re trapped in a loveless and childless marriage to Taeho, a divorced older man that is a friend of your father’s. After fifteen years of marriage and no children of your own, Taeho starts to see other women since you’re past your prime and can’t give him heirs. One night, tired of your husband and his emotional abuse, you go out with some friends, get shit-faced drunk, and meet Jongho, a man fifteen years younger than you, that will change your life forever.
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| college au, enemies to lovers au (COMPLETED)
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| ex-boyfriend! idol! jongho x ex-girlfriend! single-mom! reader (ONGOING)
five years have passed since jongho last saw you. your lives have taken drastically different paths, with jongho achieving fame and you focusing on raising your daughter, nari, in quiet anonymity. when jongho discovers he has a daughter, he's determined to be a part of her life.
It wasn't uncommon for couples to fight, no matter how compatible they were. Since the day you met, you were human after all, but perhaps the two of you were also flawed. One of you was hormonal, while the other was being too considerate.
Rhythm And Ruin - @reveriebae ✴
| idol!jongho x choreographer!reader
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sick Day - @evenyvn
| best friend!jongho
in which you accidentally stood up your best friend because of cold.
A Cozy Game Night - @03jyh23
| bf!jongho
the one where jongho learns not to stack +2s
untitled - @beenbaanbuun (lowkey ✴)
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| friends to lovers au, teacher au, teacher!jongho x teacher!reader
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Meet My Chaos - @makeitmingi
| bf!jongho
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Part Of Your World - @makeitmingi
| single parent au, CEO bf!jongho x single mom!reader
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretend You Love Me - @hongjoongspoetry
| soulmate au, rich badboy!jongho x student!reader
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Shameless - @bvidzsoo
| marriage of convenience au, mafia au
Always hungry for more, in a world full of men who fought for more power, you might have just hit the jackpot by coming to an agreement and marrying the country's mafia leader's son. Soon, Jongho and you will be the one leading all.
The Things We Pretend - @lcvejjoong
| best friends to lovers au
You were pretending. Until you were not.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Second Chance At Love - @xomakara ✴
| single parent au, widow single dad!jongho x nanny!reader
Jongho’s twin daughters really want you to be their new mom ever since you have been taking care of them after their mom passed. They’re trying to play matchmaker between you and Jongho to fall in love, but in actuality, you and Jongho already have feelings for each other.
Craving You - @xomakara ✴
| friends to lovers au
When you accidently send a nude of yourself to Jongho, he can’t help but look and start to crave you. The only thing standing in his way: your friendship.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Turn About The Room - @mingoner
jongho is your best friend's brother, and you have always known him to be indifferent to everyone and everything. year after year he has shown no interest in the marriage market; however, when you ask him to help you find your own match his interest just might, finally, be piqued.
No Safe Haven - @mingi-s-dimples ✴
| military au, enemies to lovers au, military general!jongho x captured spy!reader
you never thought infiltrating in his base would get you utterly destroyed and ruined in his office.. but he made sure to make you scream his name.
Let Me Help - @pirateprincessblog ✴
| idol!jongho x single mom/makeup artist!reader
after giving birth and getting bored at home, you come back to work. nothing has changed, except the pair of eyes that look at you in a different light in the corner of the room.
Sweet Nothings - @joong-of-gold
it was astonishing how just a few syrupy sweet words could have you in the palm of jongho’s hand. you had set your mind on taking this information to the grave, and your secret had been safe. until now.
The One With The Soccer Punch - @fizzyapplecandy
| college au, soccer player!jongho
The captain of your college soccer team sure knows how to shoot and score.
Stay A Little Longer - @soft4changbin
| bf!jongho
You and Jongho spend a slow, cozy morning in bed, wrapped in blankets, sleepy cuddles, and soft love.
Baby, I'm Yours - @kysstar
| bf!jongho
Jongho has always loved you quietly — not with big gestures, but with small, consistent things: walking you home, remembering how you take your coffee, holding the umbrella even when he’s getting soaked. you’ve dated other guys, chased louder versions of love, but nothing ever felt as safe as his silence.
Cheer You On - @vent-stink
| soccer player!Jongho x cheerleader!reader
Unprofessional - @missmaniac25
| therapist!jongho
Coffee For Sex? - @pinkpowderpuffbaby
| husband!jongho
I Missed You - @star-byeoli ✴
| idol bf!jongho
All Bark - @last-words-ofashootingstar ✴
| bodyguard/fiancé!jongho x mafia daughter!reader
All The Things I Love - @tinybeetiny
| bf!jonho
Arguing With Bf!Jongho - @jaehyvno (anyone know if they changed usernames or deactivated? link should still work tho ^^)
|bf!jongho
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Sorry I've been off the grid for a bit but this is what I was up to hehe. All the new songs are so freaking good I can't even begin to explain how amazing everything was I can't wait for the album to be released next week
One more assignment to hand in and I will finally be free for the summer. My hands have been itching to continue with the rec lists but I really need to get this assignment done before I get distracted again...
I will also need to reblog some stuff I read here and there in between because I have found some GEMS I cannot wait to share
I've been staring at the concept photos for hours and god I just know that all the fics that are gonna come out inspired by this comeback are gonna be 🤌✨
I wanted to share a little happy thing that happened today^^
I managed to get tickets to both days of the ateez tour in Seoul 🙈🙈 Its gonna be my first time going to their concert in korea and I'm so excited to be part of the crowd that will get to experience the tour opening live. There is still a lot of stuff I have to get done before my little vacation to Korea but these boys have been bringing so much happiness to me during stressful times and events like these really help make life feel a little better again and have things to look forward to <3
✴ : smut
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[Last updated: 28.05.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^
after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Step By Step | Practive Makes Perfect - @atinyslittleworld ✴
| friends to lovers au (COMPLETED)
When Y/N confides in Wooyoung about her inexperience with kissing, he offers to "teach" her. What begins as innocent lessons soon spirals into something neither can ignore.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Try Me | Part 2 - @tenelkadjowrites ✴
| coworker!wooyoung (COMPLETED)
Having to work with Wooyoung while your marriage is crumbling is frustrating. He’s a cocky brat and barely completes what he needs to. But when you find out your husband cheated on you, Wooyoung proves his worth in another way.
Bound In Silk | Part 2 - @cyberteez ✴
|(COMPLETED)
a bound wooyoung knows no kindness
February Filth Fest - Day 7 | Part 2 - @multiwreckedmess ✴
| aphrodisiacs, !dubcon, roommate!wooyoung (COMPLETED)
Thick as thieves you’ve seen Wooyoung on good days and bad days. Both of you have done some admittedly dumb things but you’re young and hot and a little reckless. So why is Wooyoung sitting on the sofa pouring sweat in the middle of February when you come home?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Let The Heart Love Again | Asking You To Be His Valentine - @makeitmingi
| parent au, single dad!Wooyoung x dance teacher!reader (COMPLETED)
When Wooyoung's daughter expressed interest in sharing his passion for dance, he immediately signed her up for the next class. However, he didn't think that he would be star struck by his daughter's teacher. Maybe, just maybe, he was ready to open his heart again.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Chosen appa | She's My Kid - @yoongissweetdream
| best friends to lovers au, parent!au, best friend!wooyoung single mom!reader (COMPLETED)
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
Birthday - @ateezscupid ✴
| husband!wooyoung
Adorable newlyweds, and your husband seems stuck on wanting to have kids.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleepover - @kitten4sannie ✴
| !dubcon/coercion, perverted best friend!wooyoung, ft. comatose mingi
wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.
Apple Cider - @linearities
| bf!wooyoung
lazy sundays, matching pj's, cuddles, and an insanely amount of yapping. when your favorite dessert is brought up, your boyfriend is eager to bake you the best apple pie you ever tried! after you tie his hair for him, of course.
No one could stop swiper when his queen was overwhelmed.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Home For The Holidays - @highvern ✴
| exes to lovers au, christmas au, fake dating au, ex bf!wooyoung
Wooyoung broke up with you months ago. In his own shame and embarrassment, he's never told his family. Now they're expecting you for Christmas, just like they have for the past 8 years. So he does the only thing he can think of: beg you to pretend you're still dating.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Wife’s Wooyoung’s Duties - @blutyuyu
| clingy bf!wooyoung x tired!reader
in which the only thing that can ease your tense shoulders after a long day at work is the comforting sight of your wif— i mean, uh, your boyfriend, cooking up his famous seaweed soup
That's not your food, Woo - @pettypuppy-jonghyun
| bf!wooyoung
Wooyoung is known for stealing your food, but this time he got caught
Untitled - @m1rotics ✴
| !intoxication play
Thinking about intoxication play with wooyoung... He spends the whole night refilling your cup, simple mixed drinks that weren't too strong turn into drinks strong every sip making your skin warm and your thoughts less coherent than before.
You're shooting for "Idol 1N2D." There are nine of you, split into three teams. The team that comes in last has to take a bungee jump. Naturally, your team ends up losing the challenge. Now, you find yourself on the platform, shaking with fear because you're terrified of heights.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Very Bad Things - @frenchkisstheabyss ✴
| mafia!wooyoung x chubby stripper!reader
When your best friend ropes you into working a bachelor party with her on your day off you're positive you know exactly what to expect. A bunch of gross drunk guys trying to put their hands on you. Instead you stumble into the exact opposite situation, finding yourself drawn to one man in particular who has you doing something you never thought you would.
Woo's Brews - @covenha
| witch!Wooyoung, ft. familiar!Seonghwa
Seonghwa, Wooyoung's black cat familiar, decides to help him out with his dry spell.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Small Treasures - @solaris-amethyst
| bf!wooyoung
You drag Wooyoung to a second hand shop with the promise he'll get ice cream afterwards and he ends up finding a bunch of porcelain frogs he wants to bring home and who are you to say no to your adorable partner?
Wooyoung and his partner visits the Heahea beach every day in hopes of seeing the trainer who swims with their Milotic and perhaps even gain the courage to get in the water to talk to them.
Kinktober '24 - Day 16 - @jiniretracha ✴
| bf!wooyoung
Something was going on with you today. You hadn't kissed him all day. Wooyoung won't tolerate that.
What Are Best Friends For - @seobinghard ✴
| obsessive best friend!wooyoung
wooyoung's a manipulative, obsessive, jealous best friend who wants you all to himself
Challenge Accepted - @mikrokosmoslove ✴
| best friend!wooyoung
Your best-friend is an absolute brat at the best of times knowing how to rile you up and push your buttons, especially when you're gaming and especially when he flirts too much with you.
Seduced By The Bad Boy - @xomakara ✴
| best friends to lovers au, best friend!wooyoung
Your so-called 'Bad Boy' best friend Wooyoung catches you looking at adult toys after taking a nap beside you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 I Like You, I Do - @sungbeam
| friends to lovers au, college au
the one where you're stuck in denial and wooyoung's determined to not be stuck in the friend zone.
Change Of Heart - @hotteoki
| arranged marriage au, medieval au, strangers to lovers au, suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader
when you're forced into an unwilling, arranged marriage where your husband is decided by a competition with three contests, will an stranger be able to find his way into your life to befriend you and turn your future around?
Valentine's Lovin' - @lollixp0p ✴
| sub bf!wooyoung
It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)
Freaks On A Friday - @thisthatpinkvenom ✴
| college!au, bf!wooyoung
Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, is as cool as a cucumber. You, not so much. When you go into a jealous fit at a Friday night party, he's nothing short of amused at how cute you are. And he knows just how to simmer down your hot temper.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppy Love - @milfgyuu
| neighbor au, strangers to lovers au
So, your dog manages to score a boyfriend before you…unsurprising with your luck. However, your four-legged companion and her beau seem to conspire to bring a little puppy love into their human’s lives as well.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wanna Be Yours - @milfgyuu
| model!wooyoung x manager!reader
In which model!wooyoung is hopelessly in love with his manager and finally does something about it.
White Christmas - @hongism ✴
| christmas au, friends to lovers au
in a week of babysitting two children together just before christmas, you think love might have slipped its way in, among other things.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lemonade - @barsformars
| bf!wooyoung
you help out at wooyoung’s brother school carnival and get mistaken for his parents.
Hold still - @stayteezdreams
| bf!wooyoung
Wooyoung asks you to do his makeup for a costume party, but it's only an excuse to get close to you.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @twilightjwy
| idol bf!wooyoung
you show up to surprise wooyoung after a long day of dance practice
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Good Lil Boy - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴
| royal!au, enemies to lovers au, prince!wooyoung x princess!reader
you and wooyoung may be best friends but you are also each other's worst enemies, leaving no chance to humiliate and tease the other. when you meet at prince yunho's kingdom for a 3 months retreat, things take an unexpected turn as you start to place very personal bets and find yourselves unable to keep your hands off each other, something you'd regret later as you fail to keep boundaries.
Pretty Brown Eyes - @ateezscupid ✴
wooyoung’s first time using aphrodisiac’s.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Accidentally Calling Wooyoung Your Husband - @brainddeadd
| bf!wooyoung
Accidentally calling Wooyoung your husband- spoiler alert: he's insufferable
Is That My Shirt? - @yoongissweetdream
| bf!wooyoung
Reader claims another one of her boyfriends shirts.
7:10 - @yoongissweetdream
| girl dad!wooyoung
Wooyoung's favourite girls surprise him for his birthday.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Place In Me - @starrysvn
| exes to lovers au, chef!wooyoung x chef!reader
ᯓᡣ𐭩 How Many Kids Do You Want? - @vent-stink
Killin It - @starrysan
| enemies to lovers au, biker!wooyoung x baker!reader
Sun - @beenbaanbuun
| bf!wooyoung
Mummy Issues - @beenbaanbuun
| bf!wooyoung
Wooyoung Hard Thought - @joongsheartx ✴
| pottery teacher!wooyoung
ᯓᡣ𐭩 That And Then - @halaboyz
| strangers to ... (this ending will forever haunt me)
Broke Your Heart, I'll Put It Back Together - @dairyminki
| exes to lovers au
Coming Home Sick - @bvidzsoo
| bf!wooyoung
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Spoiled Mommy - @potatomountain ✴
| babysitter!wooyoung x single mom!reader
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @thelargefrye
| idol!wooyoung x 9th member!reader
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this night together - chapter sixteen (j.yh + s.mg)
chapter sixteen: a new normal
chapter summary: you're just starting to settle into your new home when wooyoung's heat strikes, unexpected and full of life changes for everyone.
warnings: anxiety, panic, traumatic heat allusions, but also almost entirely smut including: extreme horniness and neediness, grinding, fingering, oral f receiving, squirting, absolutely wet as fuck sex, cum/slick as lube, heavy makeouts and sexual awakenings, dvp and dp, (basically reader is double stuffed until she sees jesus), creampies, excessive orgasms, excessive cum, knotting, frottage, ball play, excessive use of praise b/c we know our boys love a 'good girl', size kink / reader is described as 'little omega' but it's more in a she's shorter / it's flirty way
notes: thank you all for waiting, i truly hope this chapter doesn't disappoint especially considering it's almost entirely smut. i think this will have ~2 more chapters, and they are already in flight! so more to come soon. thank you all. 💖
pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader
before we get started, a couple new terms for those of you that are new to omegaverse!
nest / nesting: we've talked about this before, but as reader's nest actually features in this chapter i wanted to clarify that omega's nests are usually considered sacred and private spaces that belong to them / that they invite pack members into. her instincts to rearrange and make it her own are kind of primal, deep seated instincts to make the space hers.
prime / prime alpha: this is called a lot of different things in different a/b/o universes, but the idea of a primary alpha is essentially like a pack leader. in packs of wolves for instance you may have many males or dominants (i.e. alphas) but only one would be the top of the pack / leader. it's not as literal within my a/b/o universe, but you can think of it more like which one of them fills that 'leader' role more often and kind of takes that burden onto their shoulders.
spikes / heat spikes: this is something that can happen to omegas where they kind of go through a mini-heat or like a sudden wave of heat that's disconnected from a full heat that would have multiple days etc. this can be triggered in many different ways as you'll see, but i wanted to emphasize that this is not a full heat, and these spikes usually go away after a knot or after the omega is sexually satisfied and they 'cool off' so to speak.
okay! onto the chapter.... i hope you all enjoy!!
Few things feel as good as sleeping in on a Saturday after the week you’ve had, but sleeping in next to your boyfriends, your mates? That was another type of good all together.
The choreography had been nothing less than intense this past week, actually challenging in ways that made you irritated at your lack of instant muscle memory. Your body aches and you’re exhausted, but at least you have no alarm set and the warmth of your alphas surrounding you.
Sun peeks in through the slits in the blinds, finally hitting that perfect position in the sky to cast a swath of bright light over your eyes, and you shift in the sheets, tucking your face into the pillow with a little groan.
A warm hand slips over your lower back, curling around until it’s splayed wide over your belly, and then suddenly you’re pulled back into Yunho’s arms with one tug. He’s still half asleep, gathering you up and enveloping you like you’re nothing more than a body pillow, something grumbled and inaudible from his lips as he sighs against your hair.
You shift in his hold, “Babe, I need to breathe,”
He sighs, arms loosening a fraction.
Across the pack bed, Mingi groans and rolls over, blinking and searching for his glasses on the side table with one hand before reaching for you. His hand closes around your wrist and he tugs you towards him, but Yunho holds you tight.
“Only one of me,” You laugh.
Mingi blinks, eyes opening properly and he smiles sleepily, his hair a chaotic haystack, “Morning,”
“Morning,”
“Mm,” Yunho sighs, “what time is it?”
“Almost ten,” Mingi says through a yawn.
“I’m going back to sleep,” Yunho buries his face in your hair, yawning too.
Today was supposed to be the day Yunho finished his project, and the moment you remember that, anticipation thrums through you in a wave of silly giddiness, and you wriggle in his arms.
“Baby,” He groans.
“Yunho,” You exaggerate out his name, shifting again in his hold.
“Fine,” He relaxes his arms, “I’ll cuddle Mingi,”
Mingi snorts a laugh.
“Yun,” You murmur, trying to keep the excitement in your voice to a normal level, “don’t you remember what today is?”
“Saturday?” He yawns again.
“Saturday,” You nudge him in the ribs.
He smiles, cracking an eye open, “If it’s Saturday,” he says, “why are you waking me up?”
“Because,” You nudge him again.
“Because why?” He opens his eyes properly, looking down at you, an amused expression on his face.
You grin, “My surprise,”
“Baby,” He shakes his head, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “I said it might be ready to show you this weekend,”
“Oh, come on,” You sigh, “please?”
“Sweetheart,” He tries, but you’ve made up your mind.
“Yunho,” You sigh, “I know it’s a nest,”
He rolls his eyes a little at your persistence, “I know you know,”
“Mingi,” You turn to him, “get him to let me in,”
Mingi grins, running his hands through his messy locks and sitting up, “What do you think I’m going to be able to do?”
“You’re both no fun,” You groan, your forehead dropping to the mattress.
It’s quiet for a beat, and then Yunho exhales, “Fine,”
Your head snaps up, “Really?”
“Yes, really,” He concedes.
He’s about to say something else, but you’re climbing out of bed already like you’re a kid on Christmas morning, and Mingi laughs as you slide over him and reach back into the bed to pull them up.
“Come on,” You groan, pulling at his hands and trying to get him out of the bed.
Yunho pushes himself up to standing, yanked forwards by your momentum and you both stumble down the hall, Mingi following behind with a lazy morning smile on his face.
“Bro,” Mingi laughs, “you caved in like two seconds,”
“Whatever,” Yunho shoots him a look.
“Please,” You laugh, stopping in front of the tightly shut door in the hall, “you’re both too easy,”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yunho drops a kiss on the top of your head and reaches for the door handle, “alright, close your eyes a second,”
You follow his instructions, eyes shut tight and a stupid smile on your face.
You hear the door open, and as subtly as you can you crack one eye open. Yunho’s reaching inside the room, the door barely ajar enough for his arm to fit into the space, and he’s fumbling to find something before he opens the door fully.
Mingi clears his throat, soft but pointed at catching you spying, and your eyes close again.
Reduced to just listening again, you hear the door open wide, and the shuffle of slippered feet as Yunho steps behind you.
“Alright,” He says warmly before he touches your arms, “a few steps forwards,”
You slowly follow the push of his body behind you until you’re in the right spot.
“Okay,” He sighs, kissing your hair once more, “just remember we can change anything you don’t like, we just wanted to give you a starting place,”
You nod eagerly, stomach flip flopping in anticipation.
“I love you,” He murmurs, and then takes a step back from you, “now open your eyes,”
A sharp gasp leaves you the second you open your eyes and see what he’s been working on for the past few weeks. The room is unrecognizable from what it used to be, and you take a few steps deeper into the room to get your eyes on it all, “Oh my god,” you breathe.
There’s nothing unfinished about it, at least not to you considering you’ve never had a proper nest before. You take in the details in a rush, your eyes flicking over everything, a hand pressed over your surprised lips.
There’s no bed frame, but there is a large nesting mattress big enough to fit the three of you during your heats or for you to get lost in when you need to be alone. Layers and layers of blankets in soft blues and purples that all look deliciously soft, pillows of varying shapes and sizes making the mattress more of a literal nest, and more set to the side on the floor so you can truly make it your own.
The lights are low, shades drawn to minimize the natural light, but warm fairy lights are draped above the bed and small lamps and nightlights are set around on shelves and the floor alike to create a cozy, soft energy to the space.
Along one wall you notice Wooyoung’s influence immediately, details you remember from his own heat sanctuary, a small fridge and shelves stocked with all the essentials.
“Oh my god,” You echo, chest tight with emotion, “you did all this?”
“We did,” Yunho says, “Wooyoung was pretty instrumental in the design choices though,”
You smile, turning back to find your alphas, “It’s perfect,”
“You like it, baby?” Mingi asks, a smile spreading across his own face.
“So much,” You spin on your heel to take it all in again, “I just, fuck, I can’t believe it,”
“Yeah?”
“I have a nest,” You laugh, “a real one,”
Something flickers in your chest, your omega instincts crackling to the surface. You take a few more steps into the room, up to the edge of the bed and drop your hand over one of the soft pillows. You give it a tentative squeeze, and then you feel something you haven’t felt properly in years. Your chest starts to tighten, your hands itching, and an anxious tug from deep inside has you suddenly operating on instinct alone.
Your alphas had done beautifully, they had given you such a canvas to work with, but it was up to you to make it whole.
In a haze, you change the blanket and pillow configuration, a flurry of down and cotton as you toss pillows from one place to another and rearrange, exploring every texture and finding its proper home. When you move from one side of the bed to the other though, you stumble over a large plastic laundry basket that stops you dead in your tracks.
The whisper in your brain that something was missing quells as you look down to see a mix of Yunho and Mingi’s shirts and sweatshirts, all crumpled from wear and doused with their scents. You find their homes too, tucking them into their new homes, finding places for their comforting scents so that even when they aren’t physically present they are with you. You set one of Mingi’s hoodies aside, saving it to wear, and then you pick up the last item in the basket.
Yunho’s blanket, the soft gray one that they wrapped you up in during your heat.
With the blanket in your hands, you turn back to find them, your omega instincts telling you something completely different this time.
When you turn, you realize they’re still standing in the hall at the doorway, watching you with warmth.
“Oh,” You blink, “why aren’t you in here with me?”
“Giving you time to acclimate,” Mingi notes, nodding towards the reworked bedding, “this is your space, what you say goes,”
“This is,” You sigh, holding the blanket closer to your chest, “I can’t believe you did all this, it’s too much,”
“It’s not,” Yunho insists softly, “it’s what we should have done from the beginning,”
You soften at that, “Yunho,”
A small smile pulls at his lips, and his eyes flick to the floor, blush creeping up his neck, before meeting your eyes again, “I had a lot to learn when you spent your heat here,” he explains gently, “I probably still have a lot to learn,”
Your heart quickens in your chest.
“But I want to be a good alpha to you,” Yunho murmurs, “I wanted to do this for you,”
Mingi smiles, straightening up with pride and clapping Yunho on the shoulder to give him a squeeze of approval, “You’re a good prime,”
Yunho’s head turns sharply to the side to look at Mingi in wide-eyed disbelief, “What?”
Primes, prime alphas, in packs aren’t just common, they’re essential. In a group of alphas, it’s necessary and healthy for the good of a pack to have a leader, but those dynamics usually don’t reveal themselves clearly until a pack is much more established, with time and often with claims to solidify things.
Despite that biological truth, Mingi shrugs, “Don’t look so surprised, of the two of us, you were always going to be prime,”
“I, I mean,” Yunho stumbles over his words, “we don’t know that for sure,”
“We do,” Mingi smiles, “don’t lose your head over it,”
Your chest warms, and with a soft clear of your throat you bring their attention right back to you, “Can you both please get in here?”
Mingi grins, but Yunho still looks unmoored and all he can manage is a flustered blink at you, “Are you sure?”
You sink back onto the bed and nod, “Yes, I’m sure,” you smile, “now, please, Alphas, will you come in or do I have to drag you in?”
Both of their eyes sharpen in on you at your tone, and they’re across the threshold and at your side in seconds.
Mingi crouches in front of you, his large hands sliding up and down your thighs, “So,” he murmurs, “you like your present, baby?”
Heat stirs, something primal and hungry awakening in your belly.
“Yes,” You murmur.
“Yunho,” Mingi looks up at where Yunho’s still standing, something dazed in your lover’s eyes.
“Hmm?” He looks down.
Mingi nods, gesturing for him, and Yunho follows instructions, sinking to his knees.
“I think I scared him,” Mingi huffs a laugh, nudging Yunho with his shoulder.
“I’m good,” Yunho blinks back whatever thoughts he was spiraling in and smiles, looking up at you, “I’m sorry, you just surprised me, that’s all.”
“Mhm,” Mingi smirks.
You glance between them, and it’s like you can see the thread of tension holding Yunho’s mind somewhere else, his shoulders painfully straight.
“Yunho,” You reach for him, sliding one hand along his forearm, the other on his neck, “baby,”
He studies your face, “Hmm?”
“I love my present,” You tell him softly, honestly.
His hand covers yours, giving you a squeeze.
“And I know we’ve all had our ups and downs getting here,” You add, “but you have always been a good alpha to me, you didn’t have to do all this for me to think that.”
His shoulders start to soften.
“I do love it though,” You add, “I’m keeping it,”
Yunho grins, your levity breaking the tension, and he dips forwards to capture your lips in a tender kiss.
You sigh, nuzzling him nose to nose, “You take such good care of me,” you mumble against his lips, finding his hands and bringing them to your hips so that both of them are touching you, holding you.
Yunho makes a soft, pleased hum.
“Both of you,” You shift back, pulling Mingi closer until all three of you are touching.
Mingi’s eyes flick over you, biting his lip absently as he does, fingers tightening a little on your thighs.
A bloom of your perfume soaks the air and both of your boys groan.
“You do like your gift,” Mingi teases, one hand slipping between your thighs and squeezing properly.
“Yeah,” You nod, breathless already.
Yunho’s tongue darts out to wet his lips and his lips quirk, amused at your sudden neediness, “Can we come into your nest, little omega?”
A knot forms low in your belly at his deep tone, and you nod, sliding back in the bedding to make space for them.
Slowly, they crawl in to settle on either side of you, and you waste no time in pulling them in, all but yanking Mingi’s mouth to yours.
“Mm,” He deepens the kiss, matching your hunger, “fuck, babe,”
“We’ve got nowhere to be,” You kiss him again, “no plans,”
“A little morning sex never hurt anyone,” Yunho jokes as he moves closer.
“Exactly,” You hum as Mingi kisses over your neck, “a perfect start to the day,”
Yunho laughs and slides a little further down, his hand smoothly pushing up the fabric of your loose tank top until it’s pooled on your upper chest, leaving your breasts exposed to the cool air.
“Yes, please,” You breathe.
He dips forwards, fingertips skating over your sensitive skin.
Your hand knots into his hair as he starts to press hot, open mouthed kisses to your skin, peppering teasing licks around your hardening nipples.
“Oh,” You gasp, “god,”
Mingi pulls back to drink you in, and you must look like a needy mess, because his pupils dilate hungrily. In a snap, your legs are pushed open and Mingi is half hovering over you, his thigh slotting firmly between your legs as he captures your mouth again.
“Mm!” You shudder at the sudden pressure against your cunt.
Yunho chuckles, nipping once at your breast before taking your nipple in his mouth and softly sucking, his hand joining Mingi’s in your hair.
“N-Need it,” You moan, rocking your hips to grind yourself on Mingi’s thigh.
“Of course you do,” Mingi murmurs, cupping your cheek and kissing you again.
You grind against him a steady rocking rhythm, pleasure starting to spike up and down your spine.
“That’s our girl,” Mingi pants.
“So pretty,” Yunho says as he kisses up your neck.
From the bedroom down the hall, you hear the sudden and sharp sound of your phone ringing, but you let it ring out, focused on their mouths, their skin.
When it rings again you shake your head, “It’s not important,”
“Whoever it is can leave a message,” Mingi pants, pressing you back into the bedding and securing a hand on your backside to drag your hips into him.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” You moan, threading your fingers tighter into Yunho’s hair, pressing him against your breast as he flicks his tongue over your pebbled nipple.
Your phone rings a third time and you groan, falling back into the lush bedding of your nest, “It probably is important,”
Yunho lifts off as your hips slow, “I’ll get it,”
He throws you a quick smile and jogs out of the room, and you sigh under Mingi.
“Hmm,” He squeezes you, “you were getting close,”
“I know,” You breathe, cheeks warm and heart pounding, “but three calls in a row feels like an emergency,”
He nods, opening his mouth to say something, but Yunho’s back in the room with your phone in hand.
“I didn’t catch it,” He says, a worried expression on his face, “but Seonghwa called five times,”
That gets your attention, and you sit straight up, Mingi rolling off you as your shirt slips back into place.
You’re dialing back immediately and the call connects after one ring.
“Hey,” You start, but you barely get another word out before he’s talking.
“Who is Yeosang?” He doesn’t sound angry, but he does sound strained.
Shock passes through you, and both your alphas read your expression change immediately, bodies going tense on either side of you as you try to find the right words.
“Wait,” You stammer out, “what’s going on?”
“Who is he?” Seonghwa asks again, “Wooyoung is in heat, and he won’t let us touch him,”
“He what?” You lean forwards, pushing out of their arms and pressing the phone closer to your ear.
“He just keeps crying,” Seonghwa sounds lost, distressed and tense in a way you’ve never heard him, “and fucking apologizing, but he won’t tell us why,”
“Seonghwa,” You steady your voice, “he’s in heat and he doesn’t want an alpha?”
You feel the bed shifting on either side, Yunho’s warm hand sliding up your back and Mingi shifting so that he’s in front of you in a crouch, watching you carefully and listening to your side of the phone call.
“Oh, he does,” Seonghwa corrects, “he just keeps saying he’s sorry, saying we shouldn’t touch him until he can explain,”
“Fuck,”
“Exactly,” He sighs like you should have already known, “and now he’s in the middle of spike and he just keeps calling for Yeosang,”
You’re silent, your best friend’s secrets heavy on your tongue.
Mingi finds your hand and holds it tight.
“Sannie and I aren’t stupid,” He keeps going, “we know it must be the guy he’s seeing, but we can’t get anything else out of Youngie. We can’t get him here to help if all we know is his first fucking name,”
There’s a muffled voice on Seonghwa’s side, and then you hear San, “His passcode, does she know it?”
Even if you did, you wouldn’t offer up all of Wooyoung’s privacy like that.
“y/n,” Seonghwa says, but you cut him off.
“No, but I do know Yeosang. I have his Instagram,” You tell him, “but are you two alright? You have a hold of yourselves?”
Yunho and Mingi exchange a look.
“What are you asking me?” Seonghwa sounds shocked.
“I’m asking if you two have your heads on straight,” You stay focused, for Wooyoung, “I’m not sending a stranger over to you with an omega in heat if you’re going to make this harder for Woo,”
Seonghwa stays silent.
“Yeosang is a beta,” You add quickly, “that should help keep things calm, but just… tell me you’ll let him in, and you’ll let him be what Woo is asking for,”
“Of course we will,” He says, “You know me, you know us. We’ve got him,”
There’s a whine on Seonghwa’s side of the phone, a heady sob, the sound of an omega in deep distress and your heart aches.
“I’ll message him now,” You say, “keep your phone on you, I’ll keep you updated.”
Seonghwa sighs heavily, “Thank you,”
“Let’s just hope he responds quickly, I’ll text you,”
As you drop the phone from your ear and quit the call, Yunho squeezes your thigh, “What’s going on?”
You keep your eyes on your phone as you make short work of navigating to Yeosang’s profile and click on the button to send him a direct message, “Woo was supposed to tell them about his new boyfriend before his heat started,”
“But he didn’t?” Yunho surmises.
“And now he’s a mess and won’t stop asking for him,” You nod.
Mingi hums, acknowledging your words and Yunho gives you another squeeze.
Quickly you tap out the best message you can - Hi, Yeosang, you don’t know me but hopefully Wooyoung has mentioned me, I’m y/n and dance with him at BBT. I’m messaging you because Wooyoung’s heat started early and apparently he’s very distressed and asking for you. Please let me know when you receive this message.
The message sends, delivers, and stays unread as you stare at it.
Nervous energy bubbles in you. Wooyoung can make it through his heat unassisted, but you know better than anyone how painful and how awful that experience is.
“Hey,” Mingi closes his hands over yours and directs your attention away from the screen, “babe, he’s going to be okay.”
“I know,” You sigh, “but,”
Your phone buzzes in your hand and you scramble to see the notification.
A phone number and a clear response - Call me, please.
“Thank fuck,”
Mingi squeezes your thigh as you dial, and Yunho wraps an arm around your back.
Yeosang picks up on the first ring, “Hello?”
“Is this Yeosang?” You check.
“Yes, y/n?” His voice is warm, gentle, but laced with concern.
“Yes, thank you so much for messaging me,”
“Of course,” He breathes, “Wooyoung?”
“I’m sorry,” You apologize, “I don’t know how much he’s told you about his heats,”
“Some,” He replies, “I didn’t know he was due,”
“I told him to talk to you,” You sigh, but refocus, “it doesn’t matter, I’m sorry if I’m about to overshare, I just want him to be okay,”
“Anything,” Yeosang stammers out, “tell me anything I can do,”
“He went into heat,” You explain, “he’s with our friends San and Seonghwa,”
“His alphas,” Yeosang says, like it’s obvious.
You stumble over Yeosang’s use of the word ‘his’ but you keep going, “Right, well, Seonghwa called me, Wooyoung is in heat but won’t let them help, and he’s been asking for you.”
“Where is he?” The desperate tone of his voice makes the knot in your gut release.
“He’s at his apartment, do you know where that is?”
“No, he always comes to my place,” He says, “we always meet at the studio, or out,”
You sigh, “Alright, can you meet me at the studio? How quickly can you get there?”
There’s a rustle on his side of the phone before he says, “Fifteen-twenty minutes?”
“Meet me there, out front,”
“I’ll be there,”
The call ends and you scramble up to your feet.
“We’re coming with you,” Mingi jumps up.
“I’ll drive,” Yunho presses a fast kiss to your hair jogs out into the hall.
“What a mess,” You pull your hair back into a bun and head towards the bedroom to find something quick to change into.
Your phone buzzes again and you see another frantic message from Seonghwa - Tell me you have good news.
“Fuck,”
You quickly throw on a bra and start searching the closet for a hoodie as you call.
“Hey,” Seonghwa’s voice is clipped, and you hear the distant sound of Wooyoung crying.
“I got him,”
He lets out a heavy sigh, “You’re an angel,”
“I’m meeting up with him and bringing him over, put me on with Woo,” You rush through the apartment, past your boys to get your shoes on.
“He’s a mess,”
“Put him on, Hwa,”
“Fine,”
You listen as Seonghwa goes back into the room, Wooyoung’s crying getting louder and more clear through the phone.
“Wooyoungie,” San’s voice comes through, “jagi, Seonghwa-hyung is here,”
“Yeosang,” Wooyoung babbles, “you don’t unders-stand, I need him,”
“Woo,” Seonghwa says softly, “we found Yeosang, okay? Okay, baby?”
His cries quiet.
“Can you talk to y/n? She’s on the phone,”
Things get muffled, like the phone is held to Seonghwa’s chest, and then you hear him.
“y/n?” Wooyoung sounds so small, so scared.
“Hey, you,” You keep your tone nice and soft, “I heard your heat’s been hard,”
A sniffle, “Yeah,”
“I’m bringing Yeosang to you, okay?” You murmur, “Is that what you want?”
Another sniffle, “I miss him so much,”
“Okay, okay, of course,” You croon, “is it okay if he meets Sannie and Seonghwa?”
He’s quiet for a long beat, and then his words come out in one nervous whisper, “I don’t know,”
“I’ll be there to introduce okay,” You remind him, “I won’t come to your nest, but I’ll help everyone get comfortable with each other before they come to you, is that okay?”
You hear a rustle and then he sobs, “Please, please, this hurts,”
“Oh babe,” You soften, feeling Mingi wrap his arms around you from behind, “I know it hurts. Let your alphas help you, Yeosang will be there very soon, very soon,”
Woo sniffles again, “‘Kay,” he says softly.
There’s a rustle, and then San’s voice, “y/n?”
“Hey Sannie,”
“Thank you for doing this,” He sounds tense, “please hurry,”
“We’ll be there as soon as we can,” You tell him, “you call me if you need anything in the meantime,”
“Alright,” He murmurs, “see you soon,”
The minute you hang up you’re back to rushing, “We’ve got to go,”
They’ve both thrown on sweats and hoodies, and Mingi grabs a beanie while Yunho pulls down his ball cap, both of them hiding their bed head so you can rush out the door.
You’re overwhelmingly nervous, knee bouncing and biting the inside of your cheek, concern for your best friend buzzing under your skin. You think about the last time you went through a heat unassisted and you shiver. For all your big talk about being able to get through it with toys, an unassisted heat is awful. They’re painful, messy, and exhausting, and when they’re over you always feel like there’s some kind of deep pit in your gut, something left unsatisfied, sure to come back with a vengeance the next time you go through a heat.
You don’t want Wooyoung to have to go through that, and you don’t want San and Seonghwa sounding as stressed and helpless as they did on the phone.
When you finally make it to the studio, Yunho’s car skidding into an illegal loading zone out front, Yeosang is already waiting.
Your seatbelt is off and you’re out of the car before Yunho’s even thrown it into park.
Yeosang is handsome, that much you already knew from seeing him on stage at Hongjoong’s listening party and his Instagram, but in person up close he’s actually startling. His skin is clear and very nearly poreless, eyes a rich, chocolatey brown only accented by his birthmark, a shock of blush pink next to one eye. His hair has changed too, a few weeks ago a longer platinum blonde but now somewhat shorter and a richer dark red.
His eyes widen when he sees you, “You’re y/n?”
“Yes, hi,” You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. Shake hands? Bow? Offer a hug to the man about to go and rescue your best friend from abject horniness?
You settle on a smile, “Sorry for the weird meeting,”
“It’s fine,” He shakes his head, returning your smile, “how is he?”
“Not great,” You admit, “I told him you were coming though,”
“Yes,” He nods, “I mean, I normally wouldn’t rush meeting you, but should we go?”
“Absolutely,” You nod.
Yeosang’s eyes flick up and you feel the presence of Yunho and Mingi at your back.
“Ah,” Yeosang says, “are these your alphas? Hello, I’m Yeosang,”
“Oh!” You say as they step to either side of you, “Yes, this is Yunho and Mingi,”
He nods, “I’ve heard about you both, it’s nice to meet you, even if this is kind of strange.”
Yunho smiles, “You too,”
Mingi simply nods, his hand resting on the small of your back, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” You look to Yeosang, “Yunho can drive us? If that’s alright,”
“Whatever’s quickest, let’s go,”
You pile back into the warmth of Yunho’s car, and the minute the doors are shut he starts to drive.
“It shouldn’t be more than five or ten minutes,” Yunho comments.
Your fingers fidget nervously in your lap.
“You work for KQ right?” Mingi asks, looking at Yeosang through the rear-view mirror, “I think I’ve seen you around,”
“Mm,” He nods, “Yes, in creative direction for New World’s albums,”
“Cool,” Mingi nods.
“You’re all dancers, right? Choreographers?” Yeosang makes conversation as best he can, but you can see the nerves plain as day in the way he holds himself, his mind somewhere else.
“Mhm,” Yunho says, “we all work together,”
“With San and Seonghwa too?” Yeosang asks.
It occurs to you that for all the talking Wooyoung can do, he must have conveniently skipped some key details about his life if Yeosang is verifying this information with the three of you.
“Yeah,” You respond, “Yeosang, do you,”
Your voice trails off as you try to find your question, and he turns his head to regard you, eyes sharp, “Do I?”
“Has Wooyoung talked about San and Seonghwa much?”
You see your own alphas eyes flick up to watch the conversation, but they stay quiet.
“Some,” He offers, “I know they’re close, and I know they help with his heats,”
You nod.
He studies your expression and then nods, as if some kind of answer has revealed itself to him, “There’s a history here,”
“A bit,” You confess.
“I’ve been waiting for Youngie to feel comfortable opening up to me,” Yeosang clears his throat softly, “he seems… guarded,”
“He can be,” You agree, “but he has his reasons.”
“Everyone does,” He nods.
“If you like him as much as I think you do,” You offer, “I wouldn’t worry,”
Yeosang nods and takes a deep breath, “Listen,” He says, “I know San and Seonghwa are your friends, but is there anything I should know before I go in there?”
You shake your head, “They’re not like that,” you quell his fears, “they want what’s best for Wooyoung, and if that’s you, they’ll do whatever they can to support that.”
Yeosang looks down, swallowing tightly, “Okay,”
“We’re here,” Yunho comments, pulling into the garage of Wooyoung’s building.
“Alright,” You take a deep breath, “I’ll take you up and introduce you to San and Seonghwa, but yeah, the rest I’ll leave to you.”
“Thank you,” Yeosang says earnestly.
The car slides into park, and Yunho turns, taking your hand, “Do you need to go up?”
Your brow knits together, “Yeah,”
His thumb rubs a line into your palm, and you see the concern across his face, “You sure?”
Yeosang waits quietly, watching the interaction, and Mingi turns in his seat, “They did sound tense on the phone.”
“I’ll be perfectly safe,” You assure them, “it’s just Sannie and Hwa, you know that.”
Yunho releases a breath and nods, “Yeah,”
“Do you want us to come with you?” Mingi offers.
You shake your head, “Mm-mm,” you grimace, “that would stress things, I think.”
You can already see the bristling alpha tension if they were anywhere near Wooyoung while he’s in heat, just like they would be if anyone was near you. It’s a recipe for disaster, and you just need this to go smoothly.
“I’ll be back in five minutes,” You promise them.
They nod, and Yunho releases your hand.
“Let’s go,” You say to Yeosang, climbing out of the car and leading him to the elevators.
It’s quiet for a moment, but then he glances at you, “Your alphas are protective of you,”
“Mm,” You nod.
“Because of what happened?” He asks plainly.
Your head snaps to the side, “Woo told you about that?”
He shakes his head, “Not exactly,” he replies, “we were together when he got the call you were hurt,”
“Oh,”
“He’s very protective of you,” Yeosang says as the elevator starts to rise, “I’m glad to see you’re the same for him. You’re a good friend, y/n.”
“Thank you,” You manage weakly.
Yeosang’s quiet for another beat and then he laughs, a huff of breath and a shake of his head, “Fuck,” he says, “this is ridiculous, but do I look okay?”
You grin, “Yeah,” you laugh with him, “yeah, Yeosang you look great.”
“I feel like I’m about to meet my in-laws or something,” He confesses.
“They’re really nice,” You tell him, “I promise,”
“Oh, I know,” He exhales a nervous breath, “it doesn’t make me less nervous.”
“You really like Wooyoung, don’t you?” The elevator slows to a stop, the doors pulling open.
“Yeah,”
You lead him down the hall towards Wooyoung’s apartment door, “I was planning on telling you that if you ever hurt my best friend, I’ll kill you,”
Yeosang laughs again, your joke helping cut some of the tension.
“But,” You smile, “I don’t think I have to, I can see how much you like him. I don’t think you’d hurt him on purpose.”
“Never,” He says with a flash of conviction.
Anything else you’d have to say is cut short though when the apartment door a few feet in front of you swings open, San and Seonghwa are both anxiously in the doorway looking about as disheveled and stressed as they sounded on the phone.
You open your mouth to reply, but as you and Yeosang make it to the threshold of the door you watch the sudden silent exchange. The air shifting and changing around you is palpable, something strong enough that renders them all speechless.
You recover first, “Well,” you awkwardly gesture between everyone, “Yeosang, this is San and Seonghwa, guys, this is Yeosang,”
“Right,” San says, a dazed look in his eyes, “of course,”
“It’s uh,” Yeosang blinks, “well it’s nice to meet you,”
Seonghwa only nods.
“I’m sorry,” San steps back, “come in, please, come in,”
Yeosang steps in first, and you’re about to follow until the wave of scents hits you like a brick wall. It’s a cascade of distress, sharp and bitter, but underneath that is the syrupy warmth of arousal. Something tightens and wrenches in your gut and you stumble back.
“I probably should leave you to it,” You shiver.
That snaps Seonghwa out of his stupor and he turns, “You alright?”
“Mhm,” You nod, “Yunho and Mingi are downstairs, but there's a lot of scents in here, I shouldn’t confuse things for Wooyoung.”
He nods, “I’d hug you, but yeah, Wooyoung wouldn’t like it.”
“Of course,”
A sharp, pained sound cuts through the introductions though, Wooyoung’s cries building again. Your heart beats heavy in your chest, instincts buzzing under the surface. An omega in distress is never a good sound, you’ve made those noises yourself, and your expression softens in sympathy.
“Oh,” Yeosang looks immediately pained.
Wooyoung begs for something in the background, but you hear Yeosang’s name threaded in his pleas.
Time to go.
“y/n,” Seonghwa says, his eyes locked on Yeosang, “thank you for all your help,”
Your cheeks heat, “Absolutely,”
“P-please! Please,” Wooyoung’s tight cries come from the back room and you take another sliding step backwards into the hall.
“I have to,” Yeosang stumbles forwards, “where is he?”
As Seonghwa moves to shut the door, barely a backwards glance at you with their renewed focus, you watch as San’s hand gently touches Yeosang’s back, steering him forwards.
When the door finally shuts, you sink against the wall and recover your breath.
Through the door you hear another whine, and you shiver, immediately jogging for the elevator.
You want your own alphas now, some kind of mirrored neediness in your gut just from being in the room for a few seconds, but your mind turns over the interaction between Yeosang, San, and Seonghwa.
When you get back to the car, it’s with a pit of something twisting in your gut. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s there, and you find yourself tugging open the passenger side door and sliding right onto Mingi’s waiting lap.
“Hey, hey,” He steadies you as you crawl onto him, “what’s wrong, what happened?”
“Nothing,” You assure them both, “but it was like a pheromone bomb in there, I just need you for a second,”
“Mkay,” Mingi laughs, shifting you into a better position and closing the car door.
You take a deep, steady breath and let their combined scents wash over you.
Yunho smooths his hand over your thigh from the driver’s side, “How’s Wooyoung?”
“Better now,” You let your head loll onto Mingi’s chest, snuggling into him, “they’ll be just fine,”
“Oh?” Yunho quirks a brow.
“Mhm,” You shift in Mingi’s lap a little, “the vibe was heavy,”
“Heavy bad?” Mingi looks down at you.
“Definitely not in a bad way,” You laugh a little, “I think they’re about to have a wild three days,”
Mingi snorts a laugh and Yunho grins, “Oh,” he smirks, “that kind of heavy,”
“Yeah,” You sigh, shifting again to get comfortable, breathing in Mingi’s rich scent again.
“Babe,” He kisses your hair, “you okay?”
“Mhm,” You nod, “my back’s just achy,”
Mingi makes a soft, displeased sound with his tongue against his teeth and his broad hand finds your lower spine, rubbing firm circles into the offending spot.
You groan softly and nod, your eyes drifting shut a second.
They’re quiet, but after a beat you look up at Yunho, “Can we go home?”
“Sure,” He nods, studying your face, “you want to get in the back?”
Your hands tighten on Mingi, “Do I have to?”
Yunho’s brows knit together in confusion.
“It’s not safe with both of us in the front seat, babe,” Mingi offers softly, “and someone could pull us over,”
You don’t know why, but that idea makes you deeply upset, almost unsettled, and you feel tears prick at your eyes.
Noticing your distress, Mingi offers an alternative, “I’ll come sit in the back with you,”
“No,” You shake your head sharply, hand darting out to grab Yunho’s forearm.
Yunho glances up at Mingi, something imperceptible in his expression, but then he looks back to you, “Honey,” he says softly, incredibly gently, “when is your heat due, again?”
“A couple of weeks,” You remember the exact thought you had this morning looking at your pill pack of suppressants, “we’ve got time,”
You squirm again in Mingi’s lap, cheeks flushed with warmth, and Mingi gently touches your chin to draw your eyes up, “You sure about that?”
“Yeah,” You nod, “I just missed you, it’s just, I’m not in heat,”
Mingi’s opposite hand slides from your hip across your low belly, hand splayed wide and possessive across your abdomen, and you feel the snap response of your body; perfume blooming thick in the air, and you moan and twitch at the sudden contact.
Yunho’s eyes widen.
“Oh fuck,” You shiver, “oh, Jesus, am I in heat?”
“Breathe,” Mingi soothes you, rubbing your abdomen softly and kissing your hair, “it’s okay,”
Yunho reaches across the car to touch your cheek, his cool hand feeling so good against your skin, “You’re running a mild temperature,”
A whine bubbles out of you.
“Yunho,” Mingi says calmly, shifting you on his lap until you’re properly positioned with your back to his chest, “get us home,”
Yunho nods, “Buckle her in,”
Mingi stretches the seat belt around both of you and clicks it into place.
”It’s early,” You shiver, your body starting to clench and tighten.
“I think Woo’s heat this close to yours triggered a spike,” Mingi murmurs, soothing you with his broad hands, “it’s too quick of an onset for real heat,”
The car’s moving, but it all feels kind of blurry around you, “Feels real enough,”
“We’ve got you,” Yunho assures you, his hand steady on your thigh as he weaves through the back streets of Seoul to make it home.
The first strong pulse rocks through your core, and slick pools in your panties, “Fuck,”
“Shh, shh,” Mingi’s hands travel over you, kisses on your temple, “we’ll be home soon,”
Your hands find his thighs, gripping the fabric of his sweats, “Want my nest,”
Yunho grins, looking down at you, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” You bite down on your cheek, trying to breathe through the sudden onset of pain and arousal thrumming through you.
Yunho keeps his eyes on the road, but his hand cups the back of your head, soothing fingers on your scalp, “I love you,” he says with warmth and pride, “I’ll get you home, just hold on for a few minutes,”
You nod into his hand, but another cramp rips through you and you whimper, “This is too fast,”
“Definitely a spike,” Mingi soothes you, “go easy, babe, breathe,”
Your body aches, skin hot and tight, and you fumble for the zipper on your hoodie, “Need this off,”
Mingi takes over, unzipping the hoodie and opening it up, helping as you try to shimmy it off your arms while still being buckled to him.
“Mingi,” You whine as you settle back on his chest, panicked emotion pulsing through you, “what’s happening?”
“You’ve had spikes before, right?” His hands close over yours, trying to still your panicked movements.
Of course you had, they’re not uncommon at all, but it doesn’t change the fact that in this headspace with how fast it came on, your emotions are thrumming through you fast and hard like you were just dropped directly into the center of your heat. It makes your heart pound, your hands shake, and your head, your head is so dizzy.
“They come on fast and leave fast,” Yunho notes, downshifting and pressing the gas, “you’ll be just fine,”
It’s easy for him to say, but you’re the one swimming through a pool of overstimulation. The car too loud, the light too bright, the fabric of your shirt too scratchy.
A panicked sob bubbles in your throat, “Mingi,”
“Right here,” He wraps his arms around you more tightly.
“I’m dizzy,” Your breath comes in little fits and starts.
“I’ve got you,” He promises.
“We’ll be back to your nest so soon, sweetheart,” Yunho says, and you feel the way the car surges forwards.
“Too fast,” You manage again, “it’s too fast,”
“Omega,” Mingi’s voice is warm, close to your ear now, “close your eyes for me,”
You press them closed, hands still white knuckled on his pants.
“Trust us,” He soothes softly, “just listen to the sound of my voice. Nothing else is here, okay? It’s just you and me and Yunho, and we’ve got you.”
You answer him with another hitched breath as you try to center yourself through the fast moving waves of sudden heat.
It takes fifteen minutes to get home, and Mingi softly speaks to you the entire time. He holds you close, soothing you with just the sound of his voice, talking about everything and nothing at all.
When you’re home, he picks you up against his chest and cradles you to his chest, murmuring to keep your eyes closed while the two of them make short work of getting you inside as quickly as possible.
You only let your eyes flutter open again when you hear the comforting quiet of your apartment.
Mingi walks you directly into the nest and Yunho follows close behind.
A cramp ripples through your belly at the sudden scent of arousal in the room, still thick and lingering from earlier this morning.
“Here we go,” Yunho says softly, taking off your shoes as Mingi settles you into the mattress.
You whimper at the touch of his skin, “I’m going insane,”
“It’s okay,” Yunho slides your sweats and underwear off next as Mingi works on your top.
“I d-didn’t know I’d react like this,” Your body clenches, a wave of slick rushing forward to prepare you for a knot.
“We didn’t either,” Yunho says, “but we have nothing to do today but make you feel better, okay?”
You watch as Mingi strips off his hoodie and tank top, giving you a gentle smile.
Now, stripped bare in the center of your new nest, all you have to do is whimper and you watch as both of your alphas drop back to their knees for you.
“We got you,” Yunho’s hand smooths over your skin from the curve of your foot up your calf, your knee, your inner thigh, “don’t we Mingi?”
Mingi mimics his movements, his hand finding a home on your opposite thigh, “‘Course we do,”
You nod, flushed and frantic, “Please, please,”
They’re hands push you open wide, and Yunho sighs, “Oh, baby, you’re so wet,”
You could tell even before they undressed you, your inner thighs were sticky with slick, and you can feel it pulsing and dripping between your thighs.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Mingi says appreciatively, fingers grazing your mound.
“Touch me,” You whine, “please,”
Yunho licks his lips, his index and middle fingers settling on either side of your slit, pressing open to reveal all of you.
You’re panting under them, your cunt spasming with need.
Mingi smirks, this thumb finding the apex of your cunt, pressing down and dragging up to effectively pull back the hood over your tender clit, “Look at that,” he sighs, his eyes hungry for it.
“Mm,” Yunho slides a little lower in the bed, “your little clit is so swollen, pretty girl,”
Your hips buck, but their hands on your thighs keep you folded open and in place.
“Aw,” Mingi teases, “it’s throbbing,”
Your hands fist the sheets, “Please,”
“Needy girl,” Mingi murmurs.
They haven’t even touched you yet, not properly, but you feel like you could combust. Your breath is coming in sharp pants, and you squirm under them in hopes that they’ll finally, finally give in and give you what your body so desperately craves.
“Come here,” Yunho says, and you blink, looking down at him to see where he wants you.
You realize in a snap though, his words weren’t meant for you, and you watch Yunho and Mingi both sidle down onto their fronts between your splayed thighs.
Their fingers spread you open and you shudder, “Oh my god,”
“Soaking wet,” Mingi sighs, his warm breath tickling your inner thigh.
“Making such a mess,” Yunho agrees, and then you feel his finger brush a line from your clit to your entrance, teasing your hot center with just the slightest bit of pressure.
A cramp ripples through you and you whimper, “I need,” you swallow, trying to clear some of the dryness, “I need more, please, I can’t wait,”
“She can’t wait,” Yunho observes, kissing your thigh.
Mingi hums, “I don’t know if I can either,” he says, “look at her,”
Your hips buck again, and they exchange words you can’t quite hear through the blood rushing in your ears.
The next thing you feel sends you arching in the sheets with a shout as both of their tongues swipe a hot line through your folds.
It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever felt, but when you look down, it’s surely the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, that much is clear. Each of them has one hand hooked under a knee and folding you open like you’re a meal. Mingi grips your ass cheek with his free hand, effectively lifting you to their mouths, while Yunho’s opposite hand is still between your legs, holding your pussy open wide, the pad of his middle finger teasing your hole with tiny brushes.
Pleasure sparks and blooms in waves through your body, and your eyes roll when you hear them groan, hands tight on your skin, the sides of their faces pressed together so that they can both get the access they need to your cunt.
“Tastes so good,” Mingi pants as he takes a breath, his hips rolling once against the mattress.
“Feels so good,” You pant, breath sharp in your chest.
Mingi pushes into you with the firm muscle of his tongue, little thrusts into your sweet spot, and Yunho shifts to closing his lips over your sensitive clit, sucking sharply in rhythmic bursts.
With a gasp, one hand flies down to knot into his hair, your hips rocking back and forth to get every ounce of feeling coursing through your body.
“Oh, oh,” You moan, sounds staccatos with every suck and thrust, “oh, yes, yes,”
Yunho sucks a sharp breath in through his nose and buries himself closer, Mingi following in tandem, both of them losing themselves in the lewdness, every wet sound, every moan, their own hot skin against each other.
“So hot,” You moan, craning your neck to watch them pleasure you, “god, I’m so lucky,”
Yunho groans, his hand landing in the center of Mingi’s back to brace himself, both of their tongues together now as they work your throbbing pussy.
When Mingi moans at the contact though, the air shifts.
Something changes, an initial accidental connection of their lips, and then all at once they’re snapping together like magnets, heady wet kisses that leaves Yunho’s hand slipping off your thigh and Mingi moaning into his best friend’s mouth.
“Oh shit,” Mingi pants, but he doesn’t pull away.
Yunho sinks into him, his hand cupping Mingi’s cheek now, their tongues tangled, bodies pressing more together between your trembling legs.
Your fingers find your clit in a second, rubbing firm circles as you watch them in awe, your mouth hanging open and your body tightening up with more arousal. You don’t know where this is going, but all you know is that it’s good, you can see that in the smile on Yunho’s lips and the dopey pleasured haze in Mingi’s eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” Yunho groans as their hips connect between them, “Jesus, you’re so fucking hard,”
Mingi pants a laugh, “Uh-huh,” is all he can manage before pulling Yunho into another frantic kiss.
Hot need sparks through you, and you rub yourself faster, a whine pulling sharply from your chest.
The sound of your whine breaks them apart suddenly though, and Yunho’s head snaps up to you, “Oh, jagi,” he looks pained, “sweetheart, I’m sorry,”
“D-don’t stop,” You shudder, “I just, I just,”
Thoughts don’t come, you’re just a wet mess, reaching desperately for an orgasm you can’t quite touch on your own.
Yunho and Mingi share a fast, heated glance, but Yunho shifts back and then you watch as he pushes his hand into Mingi’s hair, “Help our girl,” he says breathlessly, pushing his head forwards, “she needs to come,”
Without a word, Mingi wraps himself around your thighs and pushes away your hand, his tongue diving back to work on your aching clit.
Yunho watches, stepping out of the bed to shuck off his clothes, and your mouth waters as you see his cock spring free from his boxers, hard and leaking beads of precum.
You reach for him, beckoning him back into the nest, needing both of them close.
“I’m here,” He soothes, shuffling back between your thighs on his knees, “come for your Alpha, sweet girl,”
You moan, arching, pushing your pussy into Mingi’s hungry mouth.
“That’s it,” Yunho coaches, “she likes that, just like that,”
Mingi doubles his efforts with his tongue and your muscles start to lock up, the knot in your belly tight and hot. Your mind spins as you watch Mingi moan into you, Yunho pulling Mingi’s sweats and boxers off in two smooth tugs.
“I’m c-close,” You pant, the now familiar pressure growing in your belly, “Mingi, baby, I’m g-gonna, oh god, I’m, I’m,”
“Come,” Yunho holds your gaze, “come, let go,”
It slams into you, your body jerking sharply on its own, clear fluid pulsing out of you, and Mingi pulls back to rub at your clit and prolong the pleasure, covering himself in your slick wetness in the process.
Your mind is still exploding with little pops and sparks of pleasure, body shuddering, but you watch as Mingi pulls away, his chest flushed dark pink and shining with your slick.
Yunho tugs him without any hesitation, crashing their mouths together once more.
Mingi’s one hand flies to Yunho’s waist to brace himself, the other still anchored on your inner thigh, and he moans sharply at the contact.
Yunho leans back with a groan though, finding your eyes, “Jagi,” he says, voice low with desire, “you taste so sweet,”
You shiver, words failing you. Normally after an orgasm like that you’d be at least a little sated, but instead you’re thrown back into the deep end of your heat spike. A desperate sound slips from your lips, and your eyes are shiny with pleasured tears.
“More?” Yunho asks, already knowing the answer.
You nod, canting your hips, begging with your body language.
“Does it hurt, babe?” Mingi takes in your expression, his hand smoothing over your skin.
As if your body can hear him, a cramp ripples through you and you jerk, hands flying to your tense abdomen as you nod.
He doesn’t wait this time, doesn’t tease, he just pushes two fingers deep into your pulsing channel and curls his fingers to find your g-spot.
You moan low, back arching.
His other hand covers yours, holding it tightly and keeping it situated solidly over your lower stomach where the cramps were pulsing just a moment before. When he starts to pulse his fingers, a steady pumping rhythm that drags against your sweet spot, you surrender completely to it all and go limp, letting him draw out your pleasure with precise pumps of his long fingers.
Mingi laces his fingers with your other hand, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of your knuckles, “That’s it, pretty omega,”
“Fuck,” You arch, hips aching from pressing yourself open even wider.
Yunho pushes a third finger into you without warning and you gasp.
“Mingi,” Yunho says, his voice a pant, “clit,”
“Yeah,” He replies, hand breaking from yours and thumb locking over your pulsing nub.
A hot knife of pleasure slices through your body as he starts to rub, your mind a shuddering mess, babbled pleas on your tongue.
Mingi’s fingers rest over Yunho’s hand and yours, and it feels like the temperature in the room has gone up and up with the way you’re all slick with sweat and getting lost in this cloud of need.
The knot of pressure is back, and you keen, “Gonna come,”
“Yes,” Mingi sighs, “come babe,”
You moan.
“Come omega,” Yunho says, his voice breathless as he works his fingers into you, “come babygirl,”
“N-need it,” You beg.
“Make a mess, jagi,” Yunho presses down over your belly, “that’s it,”
“Come,” Mingi demands softly, and your body complies.
Your body jerks on its own, the rush of your release hitting even harder than before and you crack open under their combined hands, legs trembling and body shaking as you sink into the pleasure.
Their hands slow just before things get sharp and overstimulated, and through the haze you feel them settle your legs back down and soothe you with soft touches.
“Hey,” Mingi’s voice has you blinking your eyes open, but you see he’s not talking to you, “uh,”
Yunho brushes back Mingi’s hair, “It’s us,” he reminds him, “everything together, right?”
Mingi nods, a relieved breath sighing out, “Right,”
“It felt good,” Yunho continues gently, his hand shifting to cup Mingi’s cheek, “you feel good,” he corrects.
Mingi nods.
“It feels right to me,” Yunho confesses quietly.
Mingi manages a small nod, “Yeah,” he says, “me too,”
Slowly, you shift up in the bed, pulling Yunho’s blanket around your body but careful not to disturb their moment. On their knees in the center of your nest, they come to this new truth quietly and with surprising ease.
“We’re okay,” Yunho offers softly.
Mingi nods again, but you see the way he’s fidgeting with his hands, nervous and unsure on his thighs.
It’s quiet for a beat, and then Yunho dips forwards to press their lips together.
It stirs something inside you to see them so intimately close, but it also feels like another link in the chain of your pack connecting and getting stronger, and your chest warms with affection.
Their lips part, eyes studying each other, and Mingi smiles, “This is weird,”
“Bad?” Yunho checks affectionately.
“Good,” Mingi corrects, “weirdly good,”
Yunho smiles, nodding, “Yeah,”
Mingi takes a breath and leans away a little so he can look down to you, “Our girl seems to think so too?”
“M-me?” You stumble over the word.
“Yes, you,” Mingi slides down into the bedding on your one side, “come here, how are you feeling?”
“Okay,” You snuggle into him, “love you,”
“Love you too, baby,” He kisses your forehead.
Yunho settles on your other side and wraps an arm around you both, sandwiching you tightly together, “Do either of you need anything?”
You reach and find his hip, tugging him, “Closer,”
He shifts in, and Mingi covers you all in the blanket.
“How’s the spike?” Yunho kisses your hair.
You snuggle more into Mingi’s chest with a murmured reply that doesn’t make sense, you’re just feeling soft and sated.
“y/n,” Mingi’s voice is soft, a knuckle brushing against your cheek, “talk to us, baby,”
“She came hard,” Yunho kisses your bare shoulder, “give her a minute,”
“I’m okay,” You blink, stretching your limbs between them, “little dizzy,”
Yunho intertwines your hands and gives you a squeeze, “We’re right here,”
A wave of emotion passes over you and your hands tighten, “Stay close?”
“Not going anywhere,” He assures you.
Your fingers grip down on Mingi’s chest, “A-are we sure I’m not in heat?”
“You know your body,” Mingi says, “but I don’t think so,”
You sniffle, trying to clear the potential wave of tears you’re suddenly feeling. It’s like someone cranked all your hormones to eleven, and you’re ping ponging between every feeling in a normal heat at record speed, all at once.
“No pre-heat,” Yunho kisses you again, “and this came out of nowhere, it’s going to clear up soon, sweetheart,”
You nod, biting your lip to keep from crying.
“Plus,” Yunho offers softly, “heat spikes usually have high highs and low lows,”
He’s been doing his research, and that’s the thought that inexplicably makes a sob bubble out of your chest.
“Oh, babe,” Mingi shushes you, rocking you gently, “you’re okay,”
“I feel crazy,” You admit, “I was f-fine this morning,”
“Mhm,” Mingi soothes, “and you’ll be fine again after a knot,”
“I’m not ready for my heat,” You feel panicky, stressed at all the things that come with that.
“Breathe,” Yunho rests a palm over your chest and with a push presses your back to his chest, “breathe deep with me, okay?”
As Yunho draws in a long breath of air, Mingi finds your palm and rests it over his chest, matching Yunho’s breathing rhythm so that they’re cocooning you in the same, steady pattern.
“There we go,” Yunho nods against your hair as you exhale, “now, breathe in,”
You draw in a long breath, Mingi nodding in encouragement.
“Out,” Yunho prompts, and you all let the breath go.
“Again,” Mingi says softly, and you all sync once more.
“Keep breathing with Mingi,” Yunho says softly, “good girl,”
Your tears have faded, the panic in your chest starting to subside.
“This is just a spike,” Yunho murmurs, “and I know it feel scary and overwhelming, but remember where you are,”
His warm words start to settle you and you take another breath in time with Mingi.
“You’re home, safe in your nest,” Yunho rests his cheek against your hair, “safe with your pack,”
You manage a nod.
“We love each other,” He says tenderly, “we’re here to take care of you, of each other,”
Mingi nods, “We won’t let your be in pain,” he adds, “or be alone, we’re here,”
“Another breath,” Yunho murmurs, taking an exaggerated inhale to model it for you, “in, in,”
You follow it, until your lungs expand as much as they can.
“Good,” Yunho says, “out,”
You let the air go in a controlled exhale, things feeling steady again.
“Feeling better?” Mingi kisses you.
“Yeah,” You breathe, “I’m sorry, everything’s just so overwhelming,”
“It’s okay,” He kisses you again, “that makes sense for a spike,”
“You’re right,” You sigh, logic starting to click in your brain as the panic passes, “definitely a spike.”
“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Yunho asks, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder, referring to the casual way he opened you up on his fingers not even ten minutes ago.
You shake your head, “Felt so good,”
Yunho hums warmly.
You all cuddle close a little longer, and then you pull both of their hands in so you’re all twined together, Mingi and you palm to palm, Yunho’s larger hand closing over both of yours tenderly.
“I do like this,” You confess, “whatever’s happening here,”
“Yeah?” Mingi asks, but you notice the blush on his cheeks.
“Mm,” You sigh, offering a little more quietly, “I used to worry I was going to hurt your friendship,”
“You did?” Yunho looks down at you.
“I knew I was in love with you both,”
They’re quiet, taking in your words.
“I never wanted to come between you,” You murmur, kissing Mingi’s chest, “but I also knew I couldn’t choose,”
“Oh, pretty girl,” Yunho softens, his body cradling yours.
“Having you both, and like this? It’s a dream,”
Mingi nods and draws you both in tighter with an arm.
“Listen,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “I’ve only felt my whole world change twice in my life.”
His thumb strokes a warm line over you and Mingi’s combined fingers.
“First was when we met in school,” He says to Mingi, “I just knew we were always going to be in each other’s lives somehow,”
Mingi nods.
“The second was when you started at the studio,” Yunho confesses into your hair, “I wanted you the moment I saw you,”
“Me too,” Mingi murmurs.
“This pack,” Yunho confesses, “you’re it for me, for as long as I’m breathing.”
Warmth blooms in your chest.
“It took us too long to get here, but now that we’re here, I’m not letting you go,” Mingi says softly, “either of you.”
Shifting in their arms you pull Mingi’s mouth down to yours and kiss him warmly, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss before rolling to the side and pulling Yunho in just the same. As you break apart, Mingi reaches across the space between you and kisses Yunho once more, an amused laugh on both their lips as they break apart.
“I like our little pack,” You grin up at them.
Yunho smiles earnestly, looking more relaxed and content than you’ve ever seen him, and he tugs the covers back up over the three of you, cozying you all in the nesting blankets.
“Any questions about who’s prime, now?” Mingi grins, nudging Yunho’s side.
You giggle, but Yunho doesn’t find any words.
“Yu,” Mingi says affectionately, “you’ve been taking care of me our whole lives, now you’re taking care of your pack, it’s a good thing,”
Yunho nods, but deflects the attention a little, “Easy to do when we found such a perfect omega,”
“Please,” You roll your eyes, but your belly flips at his words, the low ache in your gut returning at the sound of your designation.
“I don’t lie,” Yunho murmurs, a little teasing edge to his voice.
You hiss softly as Mingi squeezes your hip, feeling your body responding like clockwork. The back to back orgasms gave you a little break, but the heady feeling of your mini heat starts to swim over you again. Your nipples harden against Mingi’s chest where you’re pressed together, and you feel another rush of slick between your thighs.
“Mm,” You reach for Mingi’s shoulders, “hold me,”
Mingi lets you press yourself against him, but he chuckles, “We can’t get any closer, babe,”
“I can think of one way,” Yunho says with an audible smirk, and you feel his hand slide under your thigh to start to part your legs.
Mingi picks up on the movement, drawing you knee up onto his hip to open yourself up again and you sigh pleasantly into Mingi’s neck.
“Yeah?” He croons.
They shift seamlessly on either side of you, adjusting so that their hips are lined up perfectly with yours, and then you feel it, the hot sensation of their cocks just resting on your inner thigh.
Need thumps inside you and you push your hips down, seeking stimulation.
“Let me,” Yunho leans back, trying to angle himself, but it leaves a cool gap between your bodies and you whine sharply.
“Stay!” You reach back for him, frantic.
“Right here,” He soothes, pressing against you tightly again, “we’re both right here, little omega,”
Your heart is fluttering in your chest, and your nails grip Mingi’s shoulders, “Please,”
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Mingi murmurs, hands gentle on your skin.
You take in a deep breath of them, chocolate and smoke and wet earth, shivering between them, “Just want to feel you,”
“Feel us where, jagi?” Yunho murmurs.
“Everywhere,” You confess.
Keeping you tight between them, they kiss whatever parts of your skin they can reach, and it isn’t long before your stomach tightens again with need.
Slowly, rock your hips, seeking the friction of them.
Mingi hums in pleasure, pressing his hips up to nestle his cock against your slick folds.
You reach behind you with one hand, finding Yunho’s hip and sliding your fingers over his backside, pressing against his skin to communicate what you want so badly.
He groans as his cock slides up against you too.
Your hips roll on their own, hungry little juts of your hips to try and feel them, hot and hard and pulsing against the slick heat of your cunt.
It’s impossible like this to know whose cock is whose, which one of them is dragging along your clit, which one is nudging against your entrance, all you know is that it feels good.
A cramp pulses in your belly and your movements grind to a halt.
“Fuck,” Mingi hisses.
“Inside,” You pant, “knot,”
They don’t have to discuss it, you feel the shift between your thighs and the way they adjust without leaving you.
A thick cock spears you open and you gasp sharply, and when Mingi shudders in your arms you know it’s him that’s inside you.
He thrusts a little, getting himself seated in the perfect spot, and you moan, fingers lacing into his hair.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Mingi pants, “oh, Jesus,”
“More,” You grip Yunho’s hip again, “more,”
“Fuck,” Yunho’s hand rubs a line up your thigh and then he kisses your shoulder, “you want me too?”
“Inside,” You nod, frantic for it.
“Alright,” He murmurs, “okay, baby,”
His fingers dip between your thighs, gathering slick and swiping it over his cock, and then with slow movements he probes to find the right spot.
It’s slippery though, slick and messy, and his cock catches on the rim of your already stretched channel.
You gasp sharply, and he pushes in just a little with a nudge of his hips.
Impossibly, you feel yourself stretch wider.
“Fuck,” Mingi shakes his head, “wrong hole,”
Yunho groans, his hips shifting back just enough that you start to lose the stretching sensation, but with it goes the sudden flush of pleasure that it sent up and down your body in a cascading wave.
You whine, shaking your head, “No, no, don’t go, please, please, that feels so good,”
The delicious pressure returns, “Baby, are you sure?”
“Yes,” Your voice is hoarse but clear, your need perfuming in the room.
“Hold her,” Yunho instructs, and Mingi’s hands grow solid on your back and your thigh.
“Slow,” Mingi pants, and you realize through the blooming fog of your own want that he can feel this too.
With deliberate patience, Yunho allows the head of his cock to press inside your cunt, sliding slowly along the back seam of Mingi’s rock hard length like a guide. Your slippery wetness from the heat spike makes the slide easy, but it’s still a snug fit for Mingi’s cock, let alone both of them.
“How’s that feel?” Yunho checks before he moves another muscle.
“So fucking good,” You nod, “more, please,”
“Okay, baby,” Yunho shudders, adjusting his hands so that one is anchored on your waist while his other arm remains a steady cushion under your head, his hand on Mingi’s neck for purchase.
This time, he thrusts, and you and Mingi both see stars, holding each other and stifling each other’s pleasured sounds in a sudden, heady kiss.
“Almost there,” Yunho pants, and then he rolls his hips once more, the stretch blooming into something completely new.
“God, oh my god,” Your head falls back, against Yunho’s shoulder.
“Doing so good,” Yunho praises you softly, “aren’t you omega?”
Your cunt clenches hard around both of their cocks and they groan.
“Taking both of your alphas in that pretty pussy,” Yunho sighs, kissing your head, “aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” You sigh, trembling, “oh God, is this real? You’re both inside me?”
Yunho nods, his cheek brushing against yours.
“Is it too much?” Mingi checks, his thumb stroking your thigh where he has you held open.
“No,” You sigh, smiling, “I just feel so full,”
Yunho hums, pleased, “Good girl,”
You shiver in their arms and Mingi’s hand slides to travel over your skin, coasting over your hip, your waist where Yunho holds you, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach. As his hand passes over your abdomen he sucks in a sharp breath, “Holy shit,”
You blink, lifting your head to meet his eyes.
“Is that?” Mingi’s fingers ghost over your belly, and then he reaches for Yunho’s hand, dragging it from your waist to your front, tucking it in the small space between your bodies, “Feel,”
Yunho slides his hand across you, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin. His touch slows though just below your navel, passing back and forth over the slightest distension.
“Yeah,” Yunho breathes, “fuck,”
Heat sparks in Mingi’s eyes and he tugs you in to crash his lips to yours, “So perfect,” he pants, “taking us so well,”
Your core flutters, clenching and relaxing on them again, and Yunho presses down over the spot on your stomach.
Hot pleasure licks up your spine, a sharp zing from the deepest parts of you straight up through your chest and your lips break from Mingi’s to moan sharply, “Oh f-fuck,”
“Need to move,” Mingi groans, “please,”
“Fuck me,” You nod, letting yourself go limp in their arms, “do it, I can take it,”
They exchange a quick look over you, a silent conversation about how they’re going to manage this, but when they move they move together.
They start with a little pulse, a slow pull out just a few inches and an even slower push back in. It’s perfect, divine, something you know you’ll be begging for again and again after today is long over. Feeling them like this, it’s unlike any pleasure you’ve ever touched.
Your bodies move in tandem, a sensual dance just for the three of you. Shallow thrusts, their cockheads nestled together in the deepest parts of your cunt, your body rocking, grinding, acting on pure instinctual bliss.
When you beg for more, Mingi sinks in deep and locks his hips in place, giving you a firm body to hold onto while Yunho adjusts his position and starts to drive into you with more force and longer strokes.
Mingi curses at the sensation, his chest blushing pink and eyes hazy, “This feels insane,”
You nod, moaning and gripping his shoulders.
“Y-Yunho,” Mingi pants against your lips, “you feel so good,”
Yunho shudders, his hips stuttering in their pace for just a second as he groans, “Fuck,”
Mingi kisses you deeply, tongue flicking along yours as you hold onto each other, “God, pretty girl, you’re still so tight,”
You can barely respond, just an incoherent mess of staggered moans.
Yunho’s hand locks back over your belly, “That’s it,” he pushes his hand down, “let us hear you, baby,”
Your eyes slam shut tightly, nails digging into your alpha’s shoulders as a pleasured scream rips from your lips, tears pricking at your eyes.
Yunho groans again, fingers flexing over your abdomen, his palm centered over the place that stretches and contracts with every hot thrust. He keeps pressure there, and drags in a ragged breath, “That’s it,” he moans, “look at you both taking it so good,”
You and Mingi moan in tandem, your forehead pressed to his.
Your orgasm rushes to the surface in a surprising wave and you jerk in their tight hold, “Gonna,” you manage, “oh f-fuck,”
Mingi’s hand tightens on your thigh, his mouth hot on your forehead as you shudder, “Come, just like that,” he begs you, “come for your alphas,”
“Yes, yes,” You feel it, just in reach, just the edge of pleasure creeping through your body.
Yunho presses down again over your lower belly, his fingers dangerously close to your clit, and you fall apart, ears ringing and brain snapping in white hot pleasure.
“Oh, oh,” Mingi moans, scrambling, his hand sliding down Yunho’s sweat slick side as he tries to communicate through his own sudden rush.
“Knot,” The word slips out of you, “knot, alpha, please, please,”
The desperation in your voice leaves them both dizzy.
The rest happens in what feels like a split second to your mind as you ride out the waves of your pleasure. Yunho draws his cock out with a hiss, and Mingi’s arms wrap tight around you, holding you to his chest as he pumps his hips up hard, his knot sliding in and swelling to lock in place.
You whine at the sudden sensation, at the loss of Yunho, at the blinding extension of your orgasm, and then Yunho moves and all your nerves explode like a live wire.
With a choke, hands shaking against your body, Yunho’s cock nudges at the tight ring of muscle of your ass and slides home, his cock still dripping well enough with your slick to make the slide smooth.
You’re a panting mess, words flooding off your tongue you don’t even register except you think you’re begging for more, chanting their names, holding onto them for dear life as another wave of pleasure rises up and crashes down over you.
Dazed, Mingi grinds his hips up, and you feel the warmth of his release spreading deep inside.
“Oh, god,” Yunho shudders, losing himself entirely as he pumps his cock hard and fast into your ass, “oh, g-god,”
All it takes is a second, one perfectly angled thrust, and when Yunho pumps his hips one last time, you feel his knot push in, stretching you to your limit and locking in place.
Mingi takes in a sharp breath, and your own gasp stretches into a hoarse moan, breath thready and quick in your chest.
Heat rushes inside you once again, and Yunho drops his lips against your hair as he comes, his body shaking behind yours.
It takes a moment, all of you utterly boneless and trembling, but Yunho’s soft fingers on your jaw bring you out of your daze, blinking your eyes open.
“Jagiya,” Yunho says, his voice rough in his chest, “are you alright? Are you in pain?”
“Mm-mm, ‘m so good,” You shake your head, voice a little slurred.
“Holy shit,” Mingi’s chest shudders, his own breath ragged.
You swim through the sensations, realizing what you’re feeling, and then your lips spread into a smile, “Did you just knot my ass?”
“Yeah,” Yunho looks a little sheepish, and he kisses your temple, “I didn’t mean to, it happened so fast,”
“Mm,” You nod.
“Babe,” Mingi gets your attention, his eyes soft and concerned, “you with us?”
You blink again, swallowing and shaking your head to clear some of the fog, “I think so,”
“How do you feel?” He murmurs.
“Um,” You search your brain for something, but everything’s still sluggish, “pretty fucking perfect,”
Mingi lets out a breath, and Yunho drops his head to yours, “Oh, fuck,”
“We’re doing this again,” You laugh softly, leaning into them, “I think I saw God,”
Mingi laughs earnestly at that, and you shudder at the way his slight movement jostles everything, pressing their still swollen knots against your tender walls.
“Ah, fuck,” You grip him, “don’t do that, I’m still sensitive,”
“It still feels good?” Yunho checks.
“Too good,” You breathe, softening in their arms, “I don’t know if I can come again though,”
“You don’t feel warm anymore,” Mingi comments, “the spike’s passed?”
Despite the normal post orgasm fogginess, you feel clear headed, “Yeah,”
Yunho kisses your shoulder and exhales warmly against your damp skin, “You did beautifully, sweetheart,”
His softness, his praise, it all leaves you melting.
Mingi massages little circles into your hips, “When our knots go down, we’ll get you into a nice warm bath,”
You nod, smiling up at him.
“It might take a bit,” Yunho huffs a laugh, careful not to jostle you, “you’re so tight around me, jagi,”
“And I can feel your knot,” Mingi says.
Yunho swallows tightly, and his hand slides down behind you, reaching between your legs to satiate his own curiosity. You suck in a sharp breath as his fingertips glide over your skin, the connection of his hips tightly to yours and your slick cunt stretched and sensitive around Mingi’s knot.
Mingi makes a soft sound as Yunho coasts his fingers around the rim, brushing along your tight skin and Mingi’s still swollen knot where it peeks out of you.
“You’re so stretched,” Yunho breathes, “this really doesn’t hurt?”
“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, “omega, remember?”
“A perfect match for our cocks, hmm?” Yunho smiles, his fingers still exploring.
Heat blooms in your belly, but you just nod.
“Next heat,” Yunho nips at your shoulder, “I’m keeping you both locked like this for an entire day,”
Mingi gasps sharply, and you watch his eyes widen, Yunho’s fingers sliding back to brush over his balls, exploring him slowly.
“Oh,” Mingi’s hips pulse softly, driving his knot deeper and you both moan, “d-don’t, I’ll come again.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Yunho smirks, snaking his other hand out from under your head and tucking it between your bodies, “sweetheart, lean into me, okay?”
It’s not a question, not really. No matter how soft and gentle Yunho’s tone is, you know a command from your alpha when you hear one, and you lean back into his shoulder so that he can get his hands where he wants them.
For a second you think it’s a blessing he has such long arms, one hand reaching back behind and under to cup Mingi’s balls, and the other smoothly between your thighs, fingertips pressing down over your tender clit.
“Grind,” Yunho kisses your shoulder, “use my hand,”
You shudder, experimentally rocking your hips once, but this position sandwiched between them on your sides is a difficult one, without enough leverage, and it leaves you whining, “I can’t,”
“Yes, you can,” Yunho nods, “come on, baby,”
Your eyes connect with Mingi’s and he nods, helping you hook your leg more properly over his hip so you can dig your heel in for leverage, and then he grips the plush curve of your ass and slowly drags you forwards into a grind.
It’s a collective moan, all three of you sinking into this new feeling together.
You can’t move much, but it doesn’t matter, little tiny rocks of your hips is enough to grind yourself over Yunho’s fingers and milk Mingi’s knot with your overstimulated cunt, perfect pops of pleasure spreading through you.
Mingi presses in deep, his knot bumping over your g-spot as Yunho fondles and squeezes him, and in under a minute he’s coaxed a final orgasm out of you both.
Mingi shudders, another hot rope of his cum bursting inside you, and you tremble into another ecstatic wave, this one softer and more languid than the last.
“Good,” Yunho croons softly, “oh, feels so good, doesn’t it?”
All you can do is shiver, whimpering your response, Mingi’s heaving chest bumping against yours with every inhale.
Yunho’s knot softens first and he gently uncouples your bodies, soothing you gently when you hiss at the sudden loss of him.
“Shh, shh,” Yunho kisses you shoulder, “I’m not going far, just stay with Mingi, baby,”
Mingi wraps his arms around you and gingerly rolls onto his back, taking you with him so that you’re perched on his knot and laying across his broad chest.
Yunho pads out of the room, and Mingi strokes your back with tender care.
“Mingi?” You murmur into his skin.
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” You let your eyes drift shut.
“I love you too, babe,” He murmurs.
You drift a little, only coming to when there’s a renewed sound of shuffling feet in the room and Mingi’s knot is soft enough to pull out, holding your hips still as he draws out.
You groan, eyes fluttering back open.
You’re messy, dripping and sore, but a warm washcloth passes between your thighs.
Yunho’s smiling down at you both, a towel slung around his hips though you can tell from his messy hair that he hasn’t showered yet.
“Hi,” You offer weakly, reaching for him.
“Hi, baby,” He murmurs.
You push up on Mingi’s chest, but quickly realize how weak you feel, almost like you ran a marathon, your muscles shaky and your body aching.
“Okay,” Mingi braces you, “go slow,”
“Can I,” You nod towards the center of the bed, and they slide you down into your soft nest and onto your back, tucking a blanket around your naked body, “thanks,”
Yunho sinks onto the mattress, passing water bottles to you and Mingi both, “I ordered some lunch too,” he says, “Japanese, some of everything,”
You melt into the crook of Mingi’s arm and smile, “Perfect,”
“Is there anything I can,” Yunho starts to say but you shake your head.
“Just need you close,” You tug his hand, “please come back to bed,”
He shifts over you, cuddling up on your opposite side, wrapping his arms around you both, “This okay?”
You nod, and Mingi hums, “It’s nice,”
“Good,” Yunho pulls the blankets up over the three of you.
With shaky hands you lift the water bottle and take a long sip of cool water.
Yunho gently stabilizes your wrist with his hand wrapped around your arm, “You sure you’re alright?”
“Exhausted,” You confess, letting Mingi take the bottle, “and I can’t feel my legs, but in a good way.”
Yunho nods.
Mingi meets your eyes and smiles, “Happy?”
“Mhm,” You sigh, “I love my nest,”
“Good,” He smiles.
“Can we stay in here today?” You yawn, body boneless as you sink into the sheets.
“Whatever you want,” Mingi nods, “it’s Saturday,”
You smile, relaxing against them.
It’s quiet for a bit, but then you yawn again, “You think I’ll spike again?”
“Probably not,” Mingi replies, “unless you have to see Woo again,”
You blink your eyes open, “Do you think he’s okay?”
Yunho nods, “San and Seonghwa are taking good care of him, I’m sure,”
“And Yeosang seemed good for him,” Mingi offers, “I like him.”
“Everything seemed okay when he met the guys?” Yunho asks.
“Mm,” You find his hand, playing with his fingers as you think back, “it was intense, it was like the air was thick,”
“Hmm,” Yunho nuzzles you, “sounds like your first heat here,”
“Yeah,”
“That was intense,” Mingi smiles.
Your boys keep you tucked in the nest, soothing you through the rest of the day after your sudden spike, but your mind drifts back to your best friend again and again.
San’s stunned face, Yeosang’s shocked expression.
Seonghwa’s stumbled words, the way he followed San and Yeosang down the hall like he was being pulled along, the door swinging shut in your face.
You wonder if Wooyoung was just as curious about you when you disappeared for your heat all those months ago.
You wonder what kind of new normal would be waiting at the studio for you this time.
Those thoughts eventually drift though, your own alphas fussing over you for the rest of the weekend. Over the two days you christen the nest another three times, marrying your scents together exactly the way they’re meant to me.
After weeks of transition, their home is finally yours.
✴ : smut
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[Last updated: 22.05.2025] ⋆˙⟡ If any links don't work anymore please let me know I'll get it fixed as soon as possible ^^
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Series ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Strangers By Nature - @seongwars
| arranged marriage, enemies to lovers (ONGOING)
After a life-altering car accident, Mingi is given one final shot at redemption—reborn as a fuzzy little puppy. To earn a second chance at life, he must complete three tasks or risk being doomed to the afterlife forever.
Princess | Part 2 - @choisanboobenthusiast ✴
| sub bf!mingi (COMPLETED)
Mingi is inexperienced, you're not. He finally feels ready to take the next steps in your relationship and you find he is surprisingly more subby than you would have thought.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cause Baby You're My Muse - @makeitmingi
| idol!mingi x producer!reader (COMPLETED)
You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.
Camgirl - @yungistiny ✴
| emo stoner!mingi x camgirl!reader (ONGOING)
mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create
A Familiar Kind Of New - @wooyoungiewritings ✴
| nerdy!mingi x popular girl!reader (COMPLETED)
You, the most popular girl at school, and Mingi, the school’s geek and punching bag, grow a friendship at the library after school as he tutors you. You beg him to come to prom but instead, he disappears. No texts, no goodbye, nothing. But after 10 years, he suddenly appears again. The quiet, nerdy boy who used to be bullied and ignored, is now a successful, confident and heartbreakingly handsome man. As time pass, you both open up about the past and maybe you realize that maybe he was never just your tutor. Maybe he was the one that got away.
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
23:46 - @seonghwaddict (the fav emoji didnt wanna work here but this is the cutest thing EVER)
| friends to lovers au, roommate!mingi
in which your best friend is a little hard to wake up.
I Want You - @k-hotchoisan ✴
| friends with benefits to exes to lovers au
The girl in front of him is stunning, but even when he’s all over her, he can’t seem to get you out of his head. So when his phone buzzes and it’s you, he finds himself standing before you with another chance he’s willing to gamble.
Sweet Juice - @hongism ✴
| strangers to lovers, magic au, witches/warlocks au
the new apothecary in your small village is harboring a dark secret, you're certain of it, if only because he bears a starkly familiar crest on his shop sign - one that denotes the presence of magic.
Lovers On The Sun - @byuntrash101 ✴
| outlaw au, friends to strangers to lovers au
you never understood why mingi chose that life. chose to be an outcast, a loveless bandit. over the years you came to terms with it. you got married, you grew. but when the outlaw finds himself gravely wounded his instincts drag him back to you. to the person he's willing to sacrifice everything for.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretty When You Cry - @suunani ✴
| sub bf!mingi
a completely stupid argument, and now mingi is crying for your attention.
You swore you’d never meet an online friend in person—until Mingi. One secret visit to his performance, one photo sent without a word, and now he’s found you. And tonight, he’s going to ruin you.
Bunny In His Bed - @reveriebae ✴
| best friends' brother au, roommate!mingi
You're the soft, innocent girl who only ever had one vanilla experience—with no idea what real filth could feel like. That is, until you end up rooming with your best friend’s older brother, Mingi. A pervert with a teasing mouth and no self-restraint when it comes to your cute sleep dresses and breathy little moans. He takes it slow, then ruins you completely—making you beg, cry, squirt, and ride him until you’re too dumb to think. But he still makes you breakfast after, calling you his princess in between filthy whispers.
Home In Your Arms - @03jyh23
| bf!mingi
the one where mingi missed you
Call A Friend - @gingersxng ✴
when you’ve tried everything to make yourself satisfied and nothing helps, the only thing left to try is to call a friend, who is more than happy to help you.
Can't Help Myself - @xomakara ✴
| brothers best friend au, roommate!mingi
Mingi comes home early from a trip to find his best friend's older sister, you, roaming the apartment in a large shirt and panties. And god, does he want you.
Wanted Dead Or Alive - @xomakara ✴
| western au, cowboy!mingi x heiress!reader
A handsome cowboy is injured while tending to a wild horse he's rescued miles from town. You're on the run, and can't afford to stop on your way to your destination – but you can't ignore the wounded man when you see him, and decide to help him despite the personal risk.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ranching Hearts - @xomakara ✴
| modern western au, cowboy!mingi x overworked accountant!reader
You're an overworked accountant with little time for a love life. Desperate for a break, you join your girlfriends on vacation at a dude ranch. Mingi, the handsome ranch owner is instantly attracted to you and vice versa. But Mingi is about to lose the ranch and everything he's worked for. Will you extend your stay to help him out?
All in - @tenelkadjowrites ✴
| best friends to lovers au
A night of drunken debauchery with your best friend in Las Vegas leads to something you never could imagine.
ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Night To Forget - @jjbalice
| bf!mingi, !description of panic attack
Mingi wakes up to a feeling he's never experienced before, and he's pretty sure he's dying.
working for a job promotion is the smart thing to do, but working to make song mingi fall in love with you is way more fun.
But It's Better If You Do - @frenchkisstheabyss
| rockstar!mingi x chubby tattoo artist!reader
Your ongoing love affair with your rocker client is all fine and dandy until you begin to catch feelings for him that send you into a spiral that isn't fine nor dandy.
Touch Up! - @intheemptymirror
| idol!mingi x stylist!reader
mingi loves to push the boundaries of a proper idol-stylist work relationship. even in the work place itself.
Last Pick - @touchme-teezme ✴
| best friends to lovers?, collegeboy!mingi
you and mingi are best friends. he likes you, but you love him. one fight changes the trajectory of your friendship forever.
Imprint - @kitten4sannie ✴
| werewolf!mingi x hunter!reader
you seemingly end up biting off more than you can chew upon discovering that the beast you hunted down for dinner is not what it seems.
Sweet - @fallinforgyu ✴
| sub bf!mingi
you and mingi celebrate your anniversary and fuck for the first time <3
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Nobody New - @xlostinthedreamfics ✴
| exes to lovers au
After 2 years of living in a new city, you decide to sign up for a pottery class to step out of your comfort zone and hopefully make some friends, only to find your ex-boyfriend Mingi has signed up for the same pottery class.
Right Next Door - @kysstar
| friends to lovers au, neighbor!mingi
you and mingi have been dancing around your feelings for far too long—neighbors, friends, something more. neither of you says it. but everything else does. Eventually, something has to give.
You Can Take It, Right? - @kathaelipwse
| best friends to lovers au
What starts as harmless teasing turns into something far more dangerous when Mingi decides he’s done playing around. Trapped between him and the couch, you’re forced to answer the question—will you push him away or pull him closer?
Sparks And Bruises - @hongjoongspoetry
| soulmates au, exes to lovers au, underground boxer!Mingi x real estate agent!Reader
In a world where everyone at the age of eighteen gets a metal meter implanted on their wrist that shows the amount of danger your soulmate is in. You and Mingi have known each other since high school, but went through a nasty fallout after his love for boxing turned into a dangerous gamble with his life as the price. Years later, you stumble over his injured form on the doorstep of your apartment building. Not having the heart to turn him away like all those years ago, you invite him inside with the intention to clean his wounds, but get a lot more than you bargained for.
By Her Side - @arilevenatz
| modern royalty au, bodyguard!Mingi x princess!reader
Grease And Oil - @bvidzsoo ✴
| mechanic!mingi
Sleepy - @minkieater ✴
| boyfriend!mingi
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