Yunho’s been working late, you feel a little cast aside, but as always, he knows exactly how to remind you just how important you are to him.
Warnings: afab reader, reader x yunho, fluff, suggestive themes, gets suggestive at the end, yunho is completely love struck, obsession (not in a creepy way), romantic relationship, slight angst, work-related stress, feeling neglected, established relationship.
note: finally summer!! time to spend every waking moment writing my silly little fics. Planning on churning them out now that i have so much time on my hands lol. As always, definitely not proofread but i do hope you guys enjoy!!
You hum to yourself softly as you lather your legs in moisturiser. You’re perched on the end of the bed, the silk sheets brushing against your skin, your hands run down your body in an almost rhythmic fashion, the motion matching the tune you sing so softly into the air of the empty bedroom.
The room is dim, the curtains drawn, the faint smell of tonight’s dinner creeps into your bedroom, you left some out, you tried to wait until Yunho got home, but your stomach was not even nearly as patient.
You put the lid back onto your body lotion, you stare at the dresser - too far a walk - you decide its not worth it, laying your back onto the bed. Your gown falls open ever so slightly, catching the gentle breeze in the room, which sends a shiver down your body, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, if anything, it was almost exciting. It meant it was getting later in the night, it meant he was coming home.
Yunho had an intense few weeks at work, back to back meetings that stretched for hours, deadlines upon deadlines, insane workloads that kept him up for hours at a time. You told him he needed to rest, but he brushed you off every-time, insisting he works well under pressure, claiming that he can balance everything with ease. You told him you were worried about him, he got defensive, saying there was nothing to worry about, that he was completely fine.
You knew that wasn’t true, you didn’t miss the way he chased your touch every time your hands ran through his hair when you told him off for overworking himself, the way his eyes would flutter closed when you cupped his face to tell him how tired he looked. It was hard to ignore how his face would light up whenever he realised you were still awake when he got home from work, because he could actually spend some time with you, even if it was only brief.
You sighed loudly as you stared at the ceiling, it was getting late, you were getting tired. It was weird having to spend so much time alone recently, Yunho was never really around, and when he was? He was exhausted. He tried though, he really did, but a few moments curled up in the arms of the love of his life sent him to sleep in seconds. You couldn’t help but feel a little neglected, it was a guilty feeling, but one that hung heavy in your heart, you were angry at him for not being able to give you the time of day, you were angry at his work for taking him away form you, you were angry at yourself for just being angry.
Moments passed as you sat with your emotions, getting lost in thought, until you were interrupted by the sound of your bedroom door creaking open.
You sat up with vigilance, feet finding their footing on the floor beneath you.
A familiar head peeked around the door. You chuckled softly.
“I’m awake,” You spoke, Yunho looked almost relieved to see you sat there. He nodded softly, entering the room fully. He gently shut the door behind him, without a word, before he made his way over to you, feet dragging across the floor.
“Whats wrong?” You mutter at him as he approaches you, he shakes his head, not wanting to speak, he looked so fragile your heart sank.
He stood in-front of you for a brief moment before dropping to his knees in-front of you, your brows furrowed but your body moved faster as you were quick to embrace his larger form, spreading your legs to allow him to rest his head on your thighs, your hands automatically tangle in his hair as his arms wrapped around you.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers “And I’m so, so tired,”
Your heart aches seeing him like this, you run your fingers through his hair as you formulate a response.
“I know baby,” You say, soothing him “I know,”
He nuzzles into you more.
“You’re safe here, you’re home now sweetheart,” You remind him.
He nods, mouth opening to speak yet he couldn’t quite find the words.
“I- I’ve been so shitty…” he starts “Work has just been so overwhelming and I’m responsible for so many people and so many things and i-“ he chokes on his words “I haven’t been the best to you,” he whispers “at all.”
He looks up at you.
“I know I’ve been working late, i know i keep disregarding everything you say when you’re concerned about me, i know its because you care,” He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand before he continues “You’re everything to me, i swear,” He sighs deeply, “I’d move the Earth if you said the sun was in your eyes,”
“Yunho..” You breathe.
“I love you so much,” Yunho whispers “And i know its hard, but i promise, please trust me, it’s alot for you i know, but i’m doing this all for us, so you never need to get your hands wet, so you never have to worry about anything,” he reassures “Please..” He begs.
You nod, thumbing his cheek “I trust you,” you say softly “And i love you, so much.”
Yunho closes his eyes in relief. “Be mad at me when i get home, get upset at me, tell me off, all of it.” He meets your eyes again “Just don’t let go of me,”
You take his hand into yours. “I never, ever planned on it.” You assure him.
A small, grateful smile graces his lips.
“Thank you, for everything you do for me,” His eyes are sincere as he speaks, his lips ghosting over your thighs. “And I’m so so sorry for being such an asshole.”
Your breath hitches as his lips press against your thigh.
“Yunho-“ you gulp, he hums softly as he places another kiss on your other thigh.
“Let me,” He demands, but it comes out sounding like a question, a desperate plea. “Let me return the favour, please.”
“Y- You must be so tired Yu,” you whisper. He chuckled tiredly, shaking his head.
“I’m exhausted,” he hums against your skin “But this isn’t the same thing, i could do this forever.” His hands snake around your thighs “Could worship you for a lifetime,” He sighs deeply “gonna worship you in this lifetime..”
You bite your lip at his words, he always had a way of making you melt, his sheer devotion was more than enough to make you putty in his hands, or mouth, to be more literal.
You should say no, tell him he needs to rest, force him to go to bed and sleep, but his whispered promises trailing up your thighs was beyond distracting, it was sinfully addictive, and before you knew it, your gown had somehow ended up bunched around your waist, and your back against the bed as you gave into his wishes.
You were his obsession, his ultimate wish and his biggest desire, everything he did was for you. You were so patient, you trusted him, you waited for him, you had faith in him. He was completely addicted to you, mind, body and soul. He was all yours, completely and utterly yours.
There’s been an argument, you’ve had a pretty rubbish day, honestly, you don’t want to see anybody. To be even more honest? Yunho couldn’t care less. He knows exactly what you need.
Warnings: established relationship, comfort, reader is angry, Yunho is very caring, afab reader, slight angst, members of ateez mentioned, party, implication of alcohol being drank.
note: okay day 3 of consistent posting who actually am i. Guys PLEASEE send requests if you have any. Overtime did its big one icl...i see you guys love a pathetic workaholic, ill write that down. ALSO i am thinking of making an interactive fic where you can make chocies etc...idk let me know your thoughts. Anyways, Thank you for supporting my works!! i really appreciate it and as always, please enjoy (you guys should know by now, not proofread)
You storm up the stairs in anger, straight past everyone, your eyes fixated on getting to your bedroom. You catch Yunho staring at you in your peripheral but that does not stop your legs from moving forwards. You were too upset to care quite frankly.
You felt embarrassed, humiliated, everything felt dreadful and you were just waiting for the moment the world would do you a favour and open the ground up to swallow you whole.
You push open the door, the air in your bedroom immediately feeling much lighter than the tension that hung in the air downstairs, admittedly you were partly responsible for thickening the air, but in your defence? You had to stand up for yourself, and you are definitely not a quitter.
It was meant to be a simple pre-game for a party that Yunho's best friend Mingi was hosting later in the night, you had offered up your house, as it was pretty empty and knowing Yunho. Mingi and their other six friends, it would never just be them alone, there were always a few extras.
Simple it was...at the beginning anyway. You aren't one to fight over any man, In fact, you have completely sworn off of doing so. However when one of Mingi's plus ones began to insinuate how she would never had expected Yunho to go for 'someone like you' - whatever the hell that meant- you began to feel a little threatened, and who is she to threaten you in your own home? You shrugged off the first few comments, continuing the night as peacefully as you could manage, but like some kind of game, she kept testing your patience, with her comments becoming far more daring. Yunho warned her to stop, arguing that you were beyond perfect for him, and as much as you wholeheartedly appreciated the gesture, your ego was way too large to sit with the fact that this random girl would listen to your boyfriend over you.
You couldn't tell if it was the shots you had taken, whether you had gone a little too light on the carbs for dinner or you were just a woman full of rage but you had reached a breaking point. Another slew of nonsense fell from her lips as if sent from above with the sole purpose of aggravating you.
Like a dropped can you exploded, you didn't scream but your voice got cold, almost threatening, the room fell silent. You saw Wooyoung glance at Yunho in reference to you, Yunho only shook his head, mouthing 'Let her,' with a small smirk. The conversation got heated, with some of the boys jumping in to defend you, Yunho corroborating all your points like a perfect witness, as if trying to save you from a conviction for social exclusion.
She didn't back down though, the two of you bumping heads every few seconds until eventually you gave up. You turned on your heel, growling a low 'Fuck you,' as you left the room.
You sit on your bed, head in your hands as you try to collect yourself, you push away the thoughts and fears she attempted to instil in you about your own relationship, implying you were nowhere near good enough for Yunho in any metric.
You hear a soft knock on your door, and an even softer call of your name.
"Y/n?" The voice creaks the coor open slightly.
"Yunho not now," you grumble "Go entertain all of your friends down there," You don't look up.
Yunho rolls his eyes at the door, opening it fully and closing it gently behind him "I think they were thoroughly entertained already," he snorts. "C'mere," He sits on the bed beside you, opening his arms.
"Fuck you," You grumble, your words laced with fake venom as your body fell into his arms almost immediately.
He rests his head on top of yours, nuzzling his chin on the crown on your head, you groan loudly, muttering something about him testing your patience, he just smiles, which annoys you even more because nothing is funny at the moment.
"I kicked her out," He mumbles "She tried to say sorry and blah blah blah..." he sighs "I wasn't having any of it, made her leave. She tried to bargain with the others but they were quick to kick her out too," He laughs.
Your heart warms at his gesture, despite whatever she said, Yunho has never once let you forget how fiercely loyal he is to you. "Thank you," You whisper hoarsely into his chest. He hums.
"You know i would never have let her get away with saying that about you," He affirms "I know how you like to fight your own battles, but lean on me sometimes," He whispers softly, hand rubbing your back "I'm always here."
You pull away to glance at him, he looks at you with the most endearing eyes, you smile softly, you could only stay angry for so long, and definitely not when Yunho looks at you like he would hang the moon for you.
Yunho sighs loudly, flopping back onto the bed. You watch him with furrowed brows, was that it?
He pats his lap, looking at you.
"Come on," he beckons "I know you still have some anger to get out, come do your worst."
You grin at him, how he knows you so well.
You waste no time straddling him, and his hands waste even less time flying to your waist to steady you, or so that's what he tells you, even though you both know he just loves the way you feel under his hands.
"Listen i wasn't trying to act crazy i just don't know who she thinks she is..." You begin to rant at him. He just looks at you with the upmost amount of love in his eyes, humming at every insult that left your lips, shaking his head in disapproval when you critiqued her actions, adding onto your arguments and calling out the sheer absurdity of the situation. His hands grounded you, squeezing your thighs whenever you began to get too worked up, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips whenever you expressed something that upset you.
"Okay, i think i'm done." You mutter, he only chuckles as he props himself up on his elbows.
"Can i admit something," He looks at you. You nod cautiously.
"You are so hot whenever you do this." He smirks "Kinda wish you were mad at me,"
You roll your eyes playfully, pushing him back down onto the bed "Oh my god Yunho, you're disgusting," you laugh.
He laughs with you, chest rising and falling in sync with yours. You both simultaneously hear all of the commotion happening downstairs, loud laughter and what sounds like a lot of drunk men.
Yunho perks up "Shit i forgot about them," He looks at you, you shrug.
"They're good at entertaining themselves." You look at him "However tell San not to touch my shit." You glare at Yunho who puts his hands up defensively.
"Seonghwa would kill him, you're in good hands." He tells you, you nod suspiciously. "Let's go down, I'll show you." He bargains.
You nod, taking his hand as you drag both of you off the bed and towards the door, a far more peaceful, intoxicating night waiting for you.
Yunho held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly as you went down the stairs.
You liked that he knew you, he never told you to calm down, or that you were overreacting, but somehow, he himself was your chillpill.
you guys actually enjoy what i write!!?! this is crazy omg,, i have another one dropping tonight hopefully but how do i get the requests working…i want to see what you guys have cooking up in those gorgeous brains
The recipe said 30 minutes, sounds simple. Unfortunately, Yunho knows how to turn 30 minutes into over an hour. You just pray the cookies are worth all the hard work.
Warnings: Suggestive ending, afab reader, yunho x reader, fluff, they have a…moment, yunho discovers something about himself, he may or may not suck a finger who knows, established relationship
note: not me starting a posting streak (approximately 2 days long) just hope i can keep this up. I write mainly fluff/angst so im experimenting with suggestive-y stuff, not sure ive got it in me to write full blown smut LMAO. As always guys, please enjoy!! (not proofread but you guys alr know that)
“Yunho,” You groan as you try to rummage through the cupboards looking for ingredients, he hums against your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist in a bear hug. “I told you to stand over there,”
He shrugs against you “You were taking too long,” He mumbles, a long arm reaching above you to grab something from a shelf you couldn’t reach “And you’ve been looking for flour for so long, i could see it above you this whole time,” He smirks against your skin as he sets the bag of flour on the counter in-front of you. “Painful watch.”
You roll your eyes with a playful smile as you turn around to face him. “You are beyond irritating, you know that?”
Yunho can only smirk “Without me you would never have known we had flour,” he squeezes your hips gently.
“Back up a bit,” you smack his chest softly as you grab the bag of flour, pushing past him to the kitchen island. He follows like a lost puppy, standing next you as you announce the ingredients to him.
“Sugar..?” You hum, reading off the ingredients list
“Got it.” Yunho affirms.
“Eggs?” You ask, eyes glued to the screen.
“Eggs.” He confirms.
You repeat the process for the rest of the ingredients, slamming your hands down on the counter in determination. Yunho can only chuckle at how endearing he finds you, eyes fixated on how your features glow under the ambient lighting of your kitchen. He suggested using the main light to help you both see a bit better but he was quickly shut down by your adversity to the ‘big light’. He didn’t bother fighting back, he valued his own life too much for that.
“You ready baby?” you glance at him “gonna be the best cookies ever,” you nod, reassuring yourself.
Yunho nods, spoon at the ready “never felt more prepared,” He grins.
The two of you begin, the recipe said preparation time was no longer than half an hour, but when you have a 6ft puppy of a boyfriend who cannot keep his hands to himself, it took a-lot longer to prepare.
“Yunho paws off,” You mumble as you try to stir the mixture, you can feel his pout on your neck as his large hands envelope yours.
“I’m helping,” he mumbles, guiding your hand as you fold the chocolate chips into the batter “See?”
You shake your head with a small smile.
After a few seconds, he decided his help was no longer needed, and that he would be far better off trailing kisses up and down your neck as you attempted to prepare the batter for the oven.
“Yunho.” You warn, but it comes out sounding like something adjacent to a soft sigh, the sound only makes him hold you tighter, his lips unrelenting on your skin.
You were like an addiction to him, your scent, the softness of your skin, the gentle heat that radiated off of your body, it was like a drug, one that he couldn’t ween himself off of even if he wanted to.
He did consider making himself more useful, but then again, he values his life. One slip up in making your Michelin star cookies and he was done for. He could at least get away with being annoying, he knew exactly how to make that up to you anyway.
“Oh would you look at that..” you smile, staring at the bowl of batter in-front of you, you dip a finger in, scraping some off of the sides, you bring your finger to your lips, tasting your creation. “Oh its perfect,” You hum. Yunho’s ears perk up.
“Wanna taste,” He asks, mumbling into the cook of your neck. You turn to face him.
“No please? very disappointed.” You tut at him playfully.
He pouts “Pleasee,” He drags out the word.
Like a reflex, you take another small scoop on your finger, and bring it to his lips. Without hesitation, as if it were an innate behaviour, he wraps his lips around your finger, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
You don’t miss the jolt of heat that shoots through you, your breath hitches slightly, he catches it. He always does.
He smirks as you pull your finger from him, before you can even register what you just witnessed, he leans in, lips gracing yours in a quick kiss.
“Yum,” He grins. “tastes amazing,”
“There’s always more,” You match his grin, “and you taste like cookie batter.” You lean in.
“Oh really?” He hums against your lips “didn’t notice.”
You cup his face “Do you ever shut up,” You chuckle as you close the gap, eliciting a low groan from Yunho, his hand spreading across the small of your back, pulling you in like you were about to slip through his fingers. You taste the cookie batter on his lips, and it’s hard to miss the shit eating grin plastered on his face, happy that he’s getting all the attention that you were previously giving to those cookies.
He pulls away for a moment, his breath fanning your lips.
“You want more don’t you,” You tease, hand already dipping into the bowl behind you “What can i say? I am a phenomenal baker,”
Yunho just groans softly in defeat “Stop talking,”
You can only grin at him as you bring your finger to his lips again, he opens without a word, letting your fingers slip into his mouth, you don’t miss the low, muffled moan that comes from him. You also can’t ignore the heat pooling in your stomach as you let your free hand tangle in his hair, watching him with hungry eyes, you tug his hair gently, a sound between a groan and a whine rumbles deep in his throat as he pulls off of your finger.
“We’re gonna have to talk about that,” you mutter against his lips.
Yunho was too far gone to even reply, just mindlessly nodding his head as you gently moved a few stray strands of hair out of his face. He doesn’t know what he had just discovered about himself, and he was absolutely certain you wouldn’t let him live this moment down. Note to self, he’s never baking with you again…unless you ask of course, he’s not one to ever say no to you.
“They need to go in the oven,” Yunho whispers hoarsely, attempting to clear his throat.
You nod “You gonna let go of me?” You whisper “you look a little dazed” you smile.
“Oh yeah of course,” Yunho backs away awkwardly, stumbling over his own feet briefly as he steadies himself, making way for you to put the cookies on the tray, ready to go in the oven. “I’m not dazed,” He shakes his head “Just…i don’t even know,” he sighs, failing to find an excuse.
You laugh as you place the cookies on the tray, before popping them into the oven to bake. You immediately walk over to Yunho, cupping his face.
“20 Minutes,” you say to him softly “What do you reckon?” You smirk.
He nods eagerly, wasting absolutely no time to scoop you up into his arms and practically fly out of the kitchen.
Safe to say, the cookies were a little overdone. Yunho would argue he already had his favourite cookie, so he wasn’t too disappointed when the others came out of the oven a little burnt around the edges.
in which the reader feels incredibly guilty about a binge, but mingi somehow always knows what to do.
warnings:BED, ED mention, eating disorders, binge eating, overeating, angst (with comfort), female reader, reader suffers with binging, post binge feelings, fluff (somewhat),
note: guys why did i fly off the face of the earth…okay uni got busy dont hate me but im coming back! i was in an angsty mood tonight so as always i hope you guys enjoy!! im also working on the next part of skeletons so watch out for that my loves, also not proofread guys i want to go to bed…#lazy
You have absolutely no recollection of the last hour. The dim light of the kitchen only serves to make a spectacle of your own personal shortcomings, represented as the wrappers on the floor. Crumbs across the kitchen, taunting you like discarded crime scene evidence.
‘It won’t happen again,’ You said last time,
and the time before that
…and the time before that.
Your breaths are heavy, your stomach churns. You feel so full, not even satisfied, nowhere near satisfied. It almost feels as if your brain strives to challenge your body, pushing it past its physical limits.
You feel like you’re about to blow, god knows you might with how much you’ve just had. It was a blur, it started off with a little midnight snack, Mingi was asleep, dinner was hours and hours ago, but you were feeling peckish, no harm in that?
Oh but harm there was, harm there always is.
But its almost like your brain purposely destroys the guilt, the shame that comes with overindulgence, as if the sin of gluttony is built into your arsenal of traits. Your body always remembers it though, the fullness, the exhaustion, the taste.
The brain catches up soon after, like a child caught red handed, pleading ‘i didn’t know that would happen!’ or ‘it wasn’t me!’
But who else could you blame other than yourself? You reached for the first bite, and then the second, and then the hundreds that came after. And now half of this week’s grocery shop is currently sat pooling in your stomach, like an overpopulated prison, begging to leave, praying for some sort of escape.
Like some sick and twisted superintendent, you want to free them, put them back where you found them, committing the crime of temptation, letting them get away with it.
You take a deep breath, you want to cry but you don’t even have the energy for that either, hell, you might lick your own tears for the taste at this point. You need to clean up, destroy the evidence, get back to bed like nothing happened, pray that Mingi doesn’t feel the entire fridge laying beside him in bed.
You move with all the willpower you have left in you, rustling wrappers as quietly as possible, you are overwhelmed with embarrassment, how could you let yourself do this?
Mingi stirs in his sleep, the room is quiet, how he usually likes it, but in this moment? It felt too quiet.
He unconsciously feels around the bed, to be met with a sharp coldness from your end of the bed, the surprise wakes him slightly. A mutter of your name,
no response.
He furrows his brows, toilet maybe?
He hums to himself, settling back into his side of the bed, trusting you will return to his arms in due time.
And then he heard something,
A crack? No,
A footstep? Maybe?
And then there it was, a rustle.
See, his first thought was a rat, because, in his defence, he’s completely delirious from the deep sleep he was just in.
He wakes up a little more, garnering the energy to sit up to listen better.
Another rustle.
He sat up properly, he felt his body move faster than his mind before he was padding downstairs towards the kitchen.
Midnight snacks without him? Crazy.
Only that what he walked in on was in-fact not a midnight snack.
You turned like a deer in headlights, immediately shoving the bag of discarded food wrappers behind your back, mouth opening desperately to explain yourself, but the evidence was all there.
You were a monster, and the love of your life has just caught the darkest side of you.
“W- what happened,” Mingi asks. Not judging, just curious, concerned. “You look disoriented,” He says quietly
You couldn’t formulate a response, tears welled in your eyes as you shook your head.
“I- i don’t know, i’m sorry i don’t know,” you whispered “Go away Min, please..” you begged quietly.
Mingi took another step forward, you backed into the counter, he was a few feet away but his presence hung heavy in the air.
“I’m not leaving,” He says firmly, “Give me the bag,” he whispers gently.
Mingi was starting to catch on to the situation at hand. He knew you were passionate about food, you loved to cook, you loved a treat, you loved it, but on the other hand, Mingi was also observant, the way you constantly snuck out for snacks, the way it almost felt as if you were always hungry, maybe not physically, but mentally you always wanted more, he saw it in the way you worked endlessly, you were strict with yourself, but he never really made the connection with your eating.
“Mingi just go to bed, please i’ll be there in a bit,” You broke into tears, shame cascading down your words as they left your lips.
Mingi’s eyes softened “I’m not leaving you like this,” He says softly, closing the distance between you both, cupping your face gently.
“My sweet, sweet angel,” He whispers, sympathy sunken into his expression “You should have told me,” He whispers, resting his forehead onto yours.
You couldn’t help the quiet sob that ripped through you as you dropped the bag from behind you to grip onto your boyfriend like your life depended on it.
Apologies and failed excuses fell out of your mouth as you cried, but Mingi just held you, knowingly, comfortingly.
“Food can be replaced Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong,” He soothes “You are the only thing i’m worried about okay?” He looks at you, a softness in his eyes that never fails to make you fall in love with him again and again.
“It’s all gone,” You whisper, motioning to the bag of wrappers “i couldn’t stop myself,”
Mingi nods “I know baby, i know,” He picks the bag off the floor, tying it up “You don’t need to tell me everything right now okay? i just want you to feel better,”
You look at him, lip trembling “I’m so uncomfortable,” You say almost silently. Mingi hears, he nods.
“I figured,” He chuckles softly, not mockingly, but trying to make some light of the situation “You see why these ones are my favourites?” He smiles as he picks up the last bag of discarded cookies he found.
You crack a small, sad smile “I’ll buy you new ones,” You say shamefully.
Mingi groans gently “Stop proposing ways to make this up to me like you committed some kind of moral failing,” He pauses “You do not owe me a single thing, no apologies no nothing okay? I owe you my love and support while we work through this okay?”
He walks over to you again, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. “Maybe a nice warm shower to get your mind off things? If you wanna talk about it, we can do it while we wash the night away,” He mumbles against your skin.
You nod, exhausted.
“For the record, i love you more than anything in this world okay? The most beautiful, most amazing woman i know, this doesn’t define you, or change the way i see you, at all.” He says softly “shit happens okay? There’s always a way out, and i will hold your hand the entire way,”
You look up at him endearingly “I’m beyond bloated though,” You mumble
He chuckles “Some water and some sleep will help, and not to be that guy but, you still look breathtakingly beautiful.”
You glare at him playfully, he kisses you softly.
“Shower?” He mumbles “I’ll clean up tomorrow morning, you’re not allowed to get out of bed until i say so,”
You nod, too tired, too full to argue with him.
Full you were, but somehow, your body still managed to make space to fit the expanse of Mingi’s love.
And for once, you felt satisfied, for a moment, you weren’t hungry. In Mingi’s arms the world was calmer, you were full.
ive been so busy with uni #examseason, but i finish in a few days and i will have time to write some more!! pt2 of skeletons is coming out eventually and i want to write a few more drabbles so just bare with me!!
pairing: roommate mingi x fem! reader x roommate yunho
Pt. 2
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synopsis: after another failed first date and too many drinks at the bar, you let it slip to your two roommates exactly how you feel about them
word count: 5.8k
warnings: 18+ mdni, masturbation, oral (f!receiving), fingering, threesome, use of pet names, Yunho starting to show his dom side, Mingi starting to be a little subby ❤ Please excuse mistakes, I'm so run down and a little rusty lol
author's note: hi, everyone! thank you to everyone who showed interest in a part 2 so here it is! i'm thinking of continuing this to just be a smutty little slice of life fic with additions as i think up ideas for every day life for these three! i do have some story ideas to keep it going too, so let me know if you'd like to be interested! also, i included a taglist this time and added everyone who was asking for a part 2! if you'd like to be added, or even removed, please feel free to let me know ❤
disclaimer: This in no way shape or form represents any of the members of ateez in real life! This is just for fun!
Your back pressed against the cabinets behind you where you sat on the kitchen counter, the feel of the cool wood seeping through your shirt. Yunho stood opposite, his tall frame leaning against the sink as he absentmindedly chewed on the pad of his thumb. His gaze pinned you in place and you swallowed hard and tried to keep yourself from shyly shrinking away.
"Eat." Mingi said from where he sat. You glanced over at him and felt heat blooming across your chest and up your neck as a blush overtook your skin. He sat in a backwards facing chair with his chin resting on top of his crossed arms.
"I, uh, I…." You cleared your throat to try and ease your stumbling words as you picked up the plate next to you just to set it back down, "I'm not hungry just -"
"Did you mean it?" Yunho's voice interrupted you and you stifled a squeak of surprise.
"I'm really not hungry yet." Yunho's deep voice was stern when he said your name and you pressed your lips together in a tight, thin line, "Yes, Yunho. I meant it."
His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply and Mingi's eyes narrowed not in anger but in something more powerful. Something that made your breath hitch and your heart race when you saw his fixed gaze.
Hunger.
A predator who was zeroing in on his prey and there you sat right in front of him, ready for him to pounce and devour.
"Both of us?"
You nodded when you looked back over at Yunho. His expression remained neutral and it frustrated you that he was so good at hiding what he was feeling and thinking.
But his eyes.
Dark and unyielding as he watched you.
"Why?" He asked and you straightened your back to try and shake off your nerves.
"B-because." You cleared your throat again and relaxed your shoulders, "Because I like you both. And I have wanted you both for so long but I could never tell you that because I couldn't bear the thought of just picking one of you and hurting the other and then ruining your friendship and ruining ours and -."
"Breathe, Princess." Mingi's voice was soft as he interrupted your rambling and you nodded slightly.
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing to apologize for."
Loud music cut through the silence and made you jump. Yunho finally looked away from you to reach behind him and grab his phone.
"Excuse me." With that he answered and pressed the phone to his ear as he disappeared out of the kitchen and into the living room. Mingi stood and pushed the chair back underneath the edge of the table before moving to you.
"Hey." You looked up from where you picked at your robe and he cupped your chin before using his thumb to gently pry your bottom lip from between your teeth. He pressed his forehead to yours as the pad of his thumb traced along your bottom lip.
"Mingi." You whispered softly and felt a small shiver face down your spine when his warm breath fanned against your skin.
"We just want to make sure you want this too." He whispered softly as his other hand moved to rest on your clothed thigh, "That this isn't a rash decision."
"Mingi." Yunho called as he stepped back in to the kitchen and over to the two of you. Disappointment you knew was evident on your face when Mingi stood straight and broke contact to look at Yunho.
"What's up?"
"That new group you've been working on producing music for? They moved their first choreo practice to today instead of Monday and they want both of us."
"When?"
"Now." Mingi nodded and they both looked over at you, "We'll have to pause our conversation until we get home tonight, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." You reassured them both and Yunho's face eased into a gentle smile as he stepped forward. His hand moved to cradle the back of your head and pull you forward as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.
"We'll be home as soon as we're done, okay?" Mingi added and took his turn to press his lips to your forehead, "While we're gone really think this over, alright? If you don't want this we'll move on like usual and just forget this ever came up " You nodded and they stepped away to disappear into their respective rooms. It only took them moments to change and you stood by the door as they rushed down the hall in sweatpants and tight fitting tank tops. They left with another round of goodbyes and kisses pressed to your cheeks, the smell of their cologne lingering behind long after the door was shut and locked.
You leaned against the wall and glanced over at the clock hanging in the kitchen.
It was still morning and a good chance Wooyoung was either still out cold or severely hung over. You knew San would still be sleeping as he had another shift at the bar tonight so asking him to hang out was out of the question.
Your mind was racing as you thought over this morning and you needed something, anything, to occupy your time instead of just sitting and waiting for the boys return.
Whenever that would be.
Yunho was a highly sought after choreographer who's practices could last anywhere from just a couple of hours to nearly all day events.
And if Mingi wasn't busy working on producing music for popular and new groups then he was usually right beside Yunho as not only a supportive best friend but a lover of dance himself.
You pushed off of the wall and stepped into the living room where you glanced over at the TV.
You could rot away on the couch with snacks and mindless television or your favorite dramas.
You could grab your favorite blanket and nap the last little bit of this headache away.
But the couch looked in disarray and the blankets the three of you used were looking in need of a wash. You noticed the carpet had begun to look a little dingy and the TV screen showed a fine layer of dust where the sunlight hit it through the curtains.
It had also been a while since the kitchen floor had been scrubbed and mopped properly. With a sigh you disappeared into your room and threw on your comfiest pair of shorts, a sports bra, and your favorite old faded t-shirt.
Many hours later and several episodes of your favorite true crime show the house was almost sparkling. You lit your favorite candle on the kitchen table as the dryer buzzed and you hurried to grab the clean sheets out of it before moving down the hallway towards Mingi's room.
"We're home!" You heard Yunho call from the front door as his keys jingled.
"Wow, this place looks amazing." Mingi added and you smiled as you finished fluffing his pillows and placing them back at the head of his bed, "Smells good too."
"In here!" You called as you moved to his desk chair where his extra throw blanket lay, still warm from the dryer, and you tossed it across the foot of his rather large bed and began folding it.
"Someone's been a busy girl today." Yunho said from the door frame where they both stood and you looked over your shoulder at them to give them each a smile.
"The house was in desperate need of a deep clean and I figured what better time to do it then when you both aren't here." You giggled and turned to fully face them.
"We could have helped, we live here too." Mingi said and you stepped forward to playfully pat both of their cheeks.
"I appreciate the help but sometimes deep cleaning the house with you two is like trying to dry the yard with tissues while it's still raining." You teased and pinched Mingi's cheek gently when he gave you a pout, "How was practice?"
"These guys are awesome and really promising." Yunho said as you stepped past them and into the hallway.
"Their vocals are also insane. They're gonna be a hit." Mingi added and you moved into your room to grab a clean towel from the laundry basket you hadn't yet folded, "Also we ordered dinner, it should be here soon."
"Bless you." You turned to face them and when you looked at them, really looked at them, your breath hitched and you felt your skin flush.
They were both tall, Yunho only a fraction taller than Mingi, and thanks to constantly dancing and visiting the gym, the were broad.
They filled your door frame, t-shirts they had changed into after their post practice showers clung to their lean muscled forms and lounge pants hung low on their hips. Mingi's hair was still slightly damp and had been slicked back, a few stray strands hung in his face. Yunho's hair had fluffed up after his shower and you had to bite back a giggle and urge to go run your hands through it.
"You okay, Princess?" Mingi asked with a smirk and a head tilt.
"I'm going to go shower, I feel sweaty after all of that cleaning." You managed to say and stepped towards them.
"We'll let you know when dinner is here, yeah?"
You squeezed Yunho's arm gently as you thanked him, gave Mingi a pat on his chest, and then slipped past them into the hall before ducking into the bathroom with the heavy feeling of both sets of eyes on you.
Hot water ran down your body and eased your tired muscles as you grabbed your shampoo and lathered it through your hair. Body wash followed and you scrubbed from one end of your body to the other, suds swirling around your feet as you grabbed the shower head and pulled it free to start rinsing yourself off.
Water splattered firmly against your skin as your thoughts wandered back to Mingi and Yunho.
Your roommates.
Your two best friends.
Their broad bodies that filled your doorframe.
The same bodies you had quietly appreciated many mornings when they moved around the house in just boxers or pajama pants and nothing else.
Their large hands that hypnotized you without realizing it.
The way Yunho's hands moved quickly and skillfully when he was playing games on his PC. Many nights you had been curious about the way his hands would feel between your legs coaxing orgasms out of you with just his fingers alone.
Or the way Mingi's hands were so large they swallowed his phone, the TV remote, the PS5 controllers even. You wanted those big hands exploring every inch of your body until one finally settled around your throat.
You sighed softly and pressed your back against the shower wall as you moved the shower head down until the spray fanned over your pubic mound. You reached down with your other hand and adjusted the setting until water was pulsing against your skin and you spread your legs.
Water splashed against your throbbing clit and you bit down on your bottom lip as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the shower wall.
"Fuck." You whimpered quietly, rolling your hips to chase the building pleasure.
You thought of Mingi's plush lips against your own and how it would feel if he trailed them along your jaw, down your neck, over the valley of your breasts and down your stomach until he settled in between your thighs. You fantasized about how his tongue, that he loved to stick out at you and Yunho constantly, would feel if he flattened it against your now aching sex and drug it up until he was licking and sucking your throbbing clit.
"M-Mingi….shit…" you gasped and rolled your hips again before switching to a stronger setting. Warm water beat against your clit harder and the tension started winding tighter and tighter in your lower belly.
As you thought about Mingi devouring your needy cunt another thought slid in alongside it. Yunho's deep voice in your ear, lips brushing against your skin as he whispered dirty words to you. You thought of his long, slender fingers cradling your breasts, of fingers pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples as you arched your back into him. You thought of his pretty white teeth nipping at your earlobe before nuzzling his face into your neck.
"Yunho….fuck!" When your orgasm hit your knees nearly buckled and you quickly used your free hand to cover your mouth in hopes that your roommates hadn't heard you.
"Y/n?" You heard your name a second later followed by a quick knock. You felt your heart drop and you cleared your throat, quickly hanging the shower head back up.
"Y-yeah?"
"Dinner's here!"
"Thank you, Yunho!" You quickly shut the water off and stepped out, yanking your towel off of the railing beside the shower to begin drying yourself off. Steam curled around you and spilled into the hallway when you opened the door after getting dressed.
"Oh my God it smells amazing." You sighed as you stepped into the living room while still gently scrunching your hair with your towel to dry it.
"Have a good shower?" Mingi asked from the couch where he patted the empty spot between him and Yunho.
"Oh, um, yeah! Refreshing." You gave them a big smile as you plopped down between them, "And now I'm starving and I can't wait to dig in."
"Good, eat well." Yunho said, his voice deep with an edge of something darker. You paused as you reached forward to pick up your utensils and looked over at him. He gave you a slow smile.
"You're going to need your energy." Your head whipped over to Mingi who was sitting back against the couch, ankle crossed over his knee and grinning as he placed his drink against his lips. He winked as he tilted the glass up and you felt a flutter in your stomach, "Good thing you had that shower to…relax and refresh."
You gasped softly and swallowed hard as embarrassment surged through you, "You heard."
"Oh we heard ." Mingi set his glass down on the side table next to him and folded his hands over his stomach.
"Now's your chance, baby girl." You turned to Yunho who leaned towards you and rested his arms on his knees, "You can let us worship every inch of you with our hands and mouths." His hand moved to your thigh where he gave it a firm squeeze, his touch hot through the thin cloth of your pajama pants. You heard Mingi shift beside you and suddenly his hand was gripping your chin and turning you to face him.
"Or, you can tell us to fuck off and we'll forget all about this." Mingi said and let his thumb trace your bottom lip like he had this morning as he grinned slowly, "What'll it be, Princess? What do you want?" You looked from his eyes to his lips as your breath shuddered and suddenly you were grabbing at his shirt to pull him to you. Mingi moaned against your mouth when your lips crashed together and he grabbed your hips to haul you over him until you were straddling his lap.
"Fuck." You heard Yunho hiss as his best friend's hands moved to cup your ass and grind your hips down against him.
"I want you." You whimpered into the kiss and whined as you felt his clothed erection when he bucked his hips up against you. You broke the kiss fully and turned to Yunho who was watching you both with half lidded eyes. You leaned over and grabbed his arm, pulling him close to you and smashing your lips to his as you ground down against Mingi again, "I want you both. Please."
"Yunho." Mingi groaned as his fingers dug into your hips again, "I've got the biggest bed. Take our girl to my room and I'll toss dinner in the refrigerator real quick." Yunho nodded, stood, and pulled you from Mingi's lap and to your feet. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and you pulled him until his mouth was back on yours.
"Come on, baby girl. We have plans for you." Yunho murmured against your lips. You whined as he broke the kiss but giggled when he swept you off of your feet and began making his way down to the end of the hall with you.
He stepped into the now darkened room and placed you gently on the bed before reaching over and turning on both of Mingi's bedside lamps.
"Hey, pretty girl." Yunho said softly as you pushed yourself up towards the pillows and smiled as he moved over top of you. Your hands came up, your fingers threading through his hair and pulling him back down to you.
"Yunho." You whispered softly before you nipped his bottom lip, "I need you both so much."
"I know, baby." He moved to nuzzle his face into your neck and bit at the tender skin before placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to it, "I promise we're going to take such good care of you. But if I start without Mingi he might nail my ass to the wall." You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped as you tilted your head back into the pillows to give him more access to your neck, your giggles quickly slipping in to moans when he bit down again and sucked at the skin.
"Impatient, are we?" You heard Mingi ask from the door and Yunho moved to sit up on his knees.
"Needy girl we've got here." Yunho laughed softly and Mingi stepped inside when you held your hand out to him.
"Hey, Princess." Mingi's voice was deep when he spoke and heavy with need, his hand coming to cup your face as he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned softly and arched your back when you felt Yunho's hands slip beneath the hem of your shirt and grip your waist.
"So soft." He whispered as he pushed your shirt up slightly and pressed his lips to your warm skin just above your belly button. Mingi smiled when you gasped against his lips and turned his head to watch as his friend kissed below your belly button, biting the tender flesh gently and watching your hips twitch.
"May I?" Mingi asked as he traced his fingers along the hem of your shirt and you nodded, sitting up and letting Mingi pull your soft sleep shirt from your body, "Fuck, Princess."
Your breasts were bare to him now and he leaned down to close his lips around one of your pebbled nipples as goosebumps scattered across your skin from the chilly bedroom air. You brought a hand up to bury in Mingi's hair as you held him to your breast, his hand coming up to massage and knead your other one. Yunho's mouth traveled along the skin at the hem of your pants and you rolled your hips towards him.
You were wet and aching and you needed them now.
"P-please, Yu. Please." You begged quietly and felt his smile against your stomach as his fingers slowly slid underneath the top of your pants. You pushed your hips up as an invitation and Yunho took it, quickly pulling your pants down your legs and tossing them to the floor.
"No panties?" Yunho asked with a raised eyebrow and you felt your skin heat as you laughed nervously.
"I was hopeful? I guess?" Mingi detached his mouth with a loud pop and laughed before following Yunho's gaze as the man gently spread your legs and groaned.
"Fuck, Princess."
"You're beautiful, baby girl." He leaned down and placed a kiss against the inside your thigh, hearing the way your breath hitched just slightly. He placed another kiss further in, then another and another before his mouth was hovering over your sex.
"Come here." Mingi said as he gently sat you up and moved behind you, "You're going to enjoy this." He settled back against the headboard and pulled you back against him, your head resting dead center of his chest and his legs on either side of you.
"You're enjoying this too." You teased and playfully pushed back against his steely erection that was pressing into your back. He sucked in a sharp breath and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
"Careful, Princess. You're playing with fire." He said darkly and you felt a shiver run through you. Yunho took that moment to run his thumb between your folds and press against your clit.
"Yu-Yunho….oh God!" You whimpered as he pressed again before slowly circling.
"So wet for us, baby." He murmured and slid his hand back down. He switched to his fingers and used them to spread your cunt open for him, "Fuck, Mingi. You gotta see this, man."
With that Mingi reached over, grabbing something off of his nightstand and tossing it to Yunho. You squeaked in surprise when you saw Mingi's phone and tried to close your legs, Yunho laughing and forcing your legs back open.
"Don't worry, pretty girl, no one else is going to ever get the pleasure of seeing this." With that Yunho unlocked the phone and pulled up Mingi's camera to hit record, "Holy shit look at you." He ran his fingers up and down your pussy, collecting your slick and then making a show of spreading his fingers apart for the camera to show how it clung to them.
"She wet?" Mingi asked and pressed his lips to the top of your head when you pressed back against him and whimpered when he spread you open again.
"Fucking soaked. And God she looks so needy. You needy, baby girl?" He asked as he moved the camera closer.
"Yes…." You nodded with a shy whisper and Yunho glanced up with a wicked grin.
"He can't hear you down there, sweetheart. You gotta use your big girl voice." Mingi ran a hand over your hair to smooth it down and grinned when he noticed Yunho had panned the phone up towards the two of you.
"Answer the question, baby girl."
"Yes." You answered a little more loudly and suddenly you were spreading your legs wider and moaning when he sank those two fingers deep into you, "Yunho!"
"There she is."
"Smile for the camera, Princess." Mingi murmured against your ear and you glanced down at Yunho who grinned when your face flushed bright red. Yunho curled his fingers upwards and you jerked forward when his fingers pushed against that perfect spot that had your toes curling and your eyes rolling back, "No running away." Mingi pulled you back down against him and you whined as you bucked your hips to try and drive Yunho's fingers deeper.
"Here, she's making this difficult." He laughed and handed Mingi's phone back over. Mingi turned the screen towards the two of you and flipped the camera to face you both.
"Look at you." He cooed as he ran his hand over your hair again, pressing his lips to the side of your head and smiling as he watched your eyes roll back on the screen. A quick glance down showed Yunho with his mouth buried in your cunt.
"So good…fuck! Yu, don't stop, please!" You begged as he flattened his tongue against your clit and curled his fingers upwards again. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.
Hard.
A strangled groan left you and you turned your face to try and hide it against Mingi but he clicked his tongue and grabbed your chin with your free hand.
"No no, we want to see your pretty face when you come all over Yunho's." His hand let go and moved down to grab at your breast. He gave it a firm squeeze before pinching your nipple between his fingers and giving it a slight twist.
A tight coil was winding in your belly, your mind feeling blank as Yunho sucked and licked at your aching clit. His fingers were stroking and probing inside of you and just when you thought it was enough a third slid in and sent your back arching.
"She's gripping the fuck out of my hand." Yunho said before flattening his tongue again and dragging it firmly against you.
"So close…."
"Beg." Yunho demanded and you lifted your head up, your face a beautiful blend of pleasure and confusion.
"B-beg?"
"You wanna come?" Mingi said as he pressed warm kisses along your shoulder and angled the phone to make sure you were centered.
Yunho stilled his hand and let his lips ghost along the inside of your thigh,"Then beg for it, baby girl."
"Please…Yu, I want to cum, please let me cum." Your voice was broken, your words nearly incoherent as you pleaded for release and suddenly his fingers curled back up and pressed hard as his lips sealed around your clit. Mingi took that moment to sink his teeth into the ridge of your shoulder as his hand not holding the phone pinched your sensitive nipple.
Your back arched, your eyes rolled back, and your head pressed back into Mingi's chest as the coil finally snapped. You rolled your hips with the movements of Yunho's fingers as your legs shook and tried to close around his broad shoulders.
"There she is!" Mingi laughed and kissed the bite marks he had left behind, "Picture perfect, Princess."
"F…fuck…" You whimpered as your body sagged and you collapsed back into the man who was now running his fingers through your hair and kissing the top of your head.
"You did so good, sweetheart." He murmured and you tilted your head to finally kiss his lips. He cupped your face, his lips moving with yours before his tongue slid along the seam of your lips. You obliged his silent request and parted your lips, your hand coming up to tangle in his hair as his tongue slid along yours.
The bed shifted and another pair of lips attached to your neck, warm and damp as they trailed kisses along your sensitive skin. You whimpered into the kiss and let your other hand slip into Yunho's hair to hold him to you.
"Come on, baby girl. I know Mingi is starving." Yunho whispered against your skin as he kissed along your shoulder and stopped where the bite was already starting to bruise. He brushed his fingertips against it before pressing his lips to it in a warm, wet kiss. He moved beside you and tugged you gently out of Mingi's arms, letting the man slide out from behind you so you could lay back against the bed.
"More?" You asked in a haze as Yunho wrapped his arms around you and hooked his ankle over your leg, "I'm so sensitive already."
"You can do it, baby." Yunho whispered and pulled your leg to pin between his own. Mingi settled between your legs on his stomach, large hands coming up to rest on your inner thighs to push them wider.
He let out a low whistle and smirked up at you, "Messy girl."
"I can't help it…" you murmured and Yunho pressed his lips just beneath your ear. Mingi slid his hands closer and used his thumbs to spread you open for him, whispering a breathy 'fuck' when he saw your needy cunt practically dripping.
"Just relax." Yunho said as he tucked his arm under your neck and picked Mingi's phone back up, "Are we ready to watch her fall apart again?" He asked the camera before flipping it to aim at Mingi who gave it a smile and a wink, "What do you say, baby?"
He flipped the camera back around and angled it to look as if he was taking a selfie. You glanced up with a fucked out smile just before your mouth fell open and you let your head fall back with a roll of your eyes. Mingi had buried his mouth in you, his thick tongue spearing into your cunt as his nose bumped against your throbbing clit.
"Mi…fuck, Mingi…" you groaned and tried to roll your hips but his arms immediately wrapped around your hips to pin you in place. Yunho flipped the camera again and zoomed in on his best friend. He watched as Mingi's eyes closed in pure bliss, his jaw working as he licked and sucked at your soaked cunt while trying to keep your hips pinned to the bed. His muscles flexed every time you tried to run when his tongue would flatten and slow over your clit, causing you to squeal and arch your back.
"I got her." Yunho said softly and gently pulled his arm out from under you as he sat up. He scooted down to nearly lay over your hips and hold you down, Mingi's eyes flashing up to him for a second as he pulled his arms free.
"Shit…fuck!" You cried out when two of his thick fingers slid into you and scissored you open.
"Listen to how noisy our pretty baby's pussy is." Yunho said as he angled the phone closer to Mingi, swallowing hard when he saw the man's tongue flat and firm against your clit as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you. Slick was coating them now and beads of it began running down his hand and to his wrist as you tried to roll your hips with the motion.
"She tastes…so fucking good." Mingi moaned into your cunt before sucking your clit into his mouth and eliciting a high pitched squeal from you. Your head was spinning, heart racing, and your skin felt like it was on fire but still you chased that high.
"More." You nearly growled as you managed to shove your hips to get his fingers deeper, "I need more, please." You had begun panting and clawing at the sheets, a sheen of sweat glistening on your skin and Yunho looked back over his shoulder with a grin. Your breasts heaved as you tried to suck in air and your legs shook but your pussy greedily sucked in a third finger when Mingi pressed it into you.
"You getting close, pretty girl?" Yunho asked as he moved the phone to his other hand, still keeping his arm pressed down against your abdomen.
"Uh huh." You squeaked out as your back arched and you spread your legs wider. A new pressure was building with this orgasm. One low and deep in your belly. Suddenly Mingi's assault on you stopped and you let out a frustrated cry as your nearing release began to ebb away, "What the hell!" You pushed up on to your elbows to see Mingi's head being held away from you, a fistful of his hair in Yunho's hand.
"Beg for it."
"That's…I was right there, I was so close, Yunho!"
"You want it? Beg." Yunho grinned and gave you a wink. Frustrated tears brimmed your eyes and you scowled at the man, "Oh, come on, y/n." He moved off of your stomach and without removing his hand from Mingi's hair he straddled the panting man's backside and leaned down close to his ear.
"Yunho." Mingi nearly moaned as he felt your inner muscles flex around his fingers.
"Tell her, Mingi. Tell her to beg so you can taste how sweet she is when she cums. I know how bad you want it." He tightened his grip in his hair and you watched as Mingi's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you and the lewd squelching of your soaked cunt could be heard over Mingi's groan as Yunho pulled his head back a little further.
"Please." You whispered as you watched them, your eyes half-lidded and your heart racing. You watched Yunho's muscles in his arm flex as he held himself over Mingi who's mouth and chin were glistening with your slick.
"What was that, baby?" Yunho asked with a grin.
"Please." You begged and rolled your hips when Mingi's fingers pushed in deep and curled upwards, "Please…I've been so good for you, please let me come. Please, Yunho. Mingi, baby, please don't stop, don't-!"
You were cut off when Yunho smirked and shoved Mingi's mouth back against you, his lips immediately closing around your clit and his tongue licking and massaging it, "That's it." Yunho murmured to Mingi as he slowly released his hair, his nails scraping along his scalp and chuckling at the shiver her felt from the man beneath him.
That same pressure began building again and quickly. Your hips bucked as your back arched and as quickly as it had subsided when Mingi had stopped it came barrelling through you. Your muscles clamped around Mingi's fingers as you tried to close your legs but Yunho was quick to lean forward and grab your knees to hold them open. You felt a warm gush as you came when Mingi's fingers curled upwards again and sucked hard on your clit.
"Shit." Yunho whispered as he grinned and moved from over top of his friend, grabbing the phone and pulling up the recording he had paused, "Baby girl, you made one hell of a mess."
You collapsed against the bed, your arms weak as you panted for breath. You felt Mingi move and kiss your knee before your boneless legs finally fell to the bed.
"That was so fucking hot." Mingi said as he kissed up your body before reaching your lips, "You did so good for us, Princess." You nodded as you tried to sit up and looked down at the comforter.
"I did that?" You asked as you inspected the big wet spot.
"You definitely did." Yunho laughed softly and moved to cradle your head as he pressed his lips to your forehead, "Are you okay?"
You smiled and leaned in to his touch, "I'm perfect. But what about you guys?"
"We'll worry about us another time, okay? It's late and you still need to eat." Mingi said and stood from the bed to stretch. You raised an eyebrow and nodded towards his very obvious erection underneath his lounge pants and he grinned, "I promise I'm fine. I'm so worn out from dance practice I wouldn't last long anyways. Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you fed and I'll throw the comforter in the wash."
With that Yunho stood and scooped you back into his arms. You threw your own around his neck and pressed your lips to his cheek, whispering a soft 'thank you' to him and Mingi both before you were whisked away to the living room.
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Everyone has secrets, some lighter than others. The phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’ hit a little too close to home one night when you decided to stick your nose into Yunho’s business, only to reveal the skeletons in his closet…literally.
Warnings: College AU, Killer! bf! Yunho, gf!reader, afab reader, oblivious reader, angst, lack of communication, deception, description of murder, death, ateez members make an appearance
note: okay you guys lowkey enjoyed my little taster chapter..prequel, teaser? whatever it was but you guys really liked it so i will be turning this into a series! i will link the parts together as i write, the story is still developing so bare with me but enjoy!!2nd note: just finished writing this i really appreciate the writers that can upload daily cos whew this took so much out of me LMAOO,,, also if you want to he part of my taglist let me know!
“Yunho,” you ask softly, turning toward the boy sitting against the headboard, “are you paying any attention?”
You stand a few feet in front of him, shifting your weight slightly as you show off your most recent purchase - jeans that fit you better than anything you’d ever owned, the kind that made you feel confident before you even looked in the mirror.
Yunho is looking at you. At least, his eyes are.
They’re distant, unfocused, like he’s staring through you rather than at you. He’s been like this since he arrived -quieter, withdrawn-and you chalk it up to college stress. He always seems to be buried under his work lately. Endless assignments, late nights, hours spent revising. You feel for him, truly. College is hard, but its easier when you’re in it together.
At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
“You look breathtaking,” Yunho’s says finally, his gaze snapping back into focus. Admittedly, if he wasn’t so distracted, those jeans would not have stayed on you for very long, but his heart hung heavy in his chest, his mind tangled in the memories from earlier. His eyes stung, but he forces himself to stay composed, he couldn’t break in-front of you, he couldn’t let you see that part of him. Not ever.
You smiled at his compliment, his far away gaze didn’t go unnoticed by you. Your expression softened as you looked at him. “Thank you baby,”.
You approached him slowly, his eyes followed as you sat on the edge of the bed. angled towards where he rest. You placed a gentle hand on his thigh, an attempt to comfort him.
You feel it - the way his muscles tensed ever so slightly under your touch, its a subtle movement, a motion that blurred the line between a flinch and a reflex.
“What’s going on with you,” You ask quietly “you’ve been out of it all day,”
Yunho forced a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. his large hands grazing over yours, Interlacing your fingers with his slender ones, as if to ground himself. “That test i had,” he says “ I did really badly Y/N,” His voice stayed calm, cracking ever so slightly as your name left his lips. “Made a massive mistake, cost me the whole exam,”
You didn’t respond immediately.
You intended to wish Jongho good luck on his exam when you ran into him on your walk to class this morning. He and Yunho were close - coincidentally on the same course - and you knew Yunho had poured countless hours into preparing for it. So it had to be important. Jongho’s look of confusion stopped you short, placing you in a very embarrassing position. Brows knotting together before he made an awkward attempt at recovery, thanking you, claiming he was also nervous about the exam.
But the damage had already been done. There wasn’t an exam.
Your heart sank as Yunho finished speaking. You could feel your stomach start to churn as you began to process the lie. Your eyebrows furrowed at his explanation. Only slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
You couldn’t figure out why he would even lie about something like that. It became increasingly hard to ignore the pang in your chest every time you thought about the countless times Yunho would leave you, postpone dates, arrive late to dates, all in the name of ‘revision’. The memories piled onto each other like a stack of paper, reflecting on everything that demanded more of him than you ever seemed to get.
You squeezed his hand gently, forcing a small smile.
But inside, something had shifted, and you weren’t sure how to unsee it.
You couldn’t help where your mind wandered, only that it kept circling the same unbearable thought.
Something is wrong.
Not something small, not something that passes with time or sleep, this felt heavier, you could see it in the way he never seemed to be looking at you but past you. You could feel it when he touched you and it almost felt like instinct rather than desire.
You couldn’t help the small lump in your throat that tightened with every breath, compromising your dignity. You managed to swallow it, refusing to let it steal your composure. Breaking down won’t give you the answers you want.
Though, you don’t even know what questions you need.
Play it cool, you thought to yourself.
Yunho was slipping through your fingers, he was clearly hiding something from you, something he couldn’t show to you. Maybe he was guilty, maybe he was ashamed.
You needed to understand it before you react. You owed yourself that much.
You nodded at his words, thumb rubbing slow, absentminded circles into his thigh “I know how hard you worked for that, baby,” You forced a smile, every inch of you begging you to demand an answer from him. “It’s okay if you made a mistake,” You continue “being able to admit that out-loud is a step in the right direction,”
Yunho was an honest man, or at least he was careful.
Of course, he wasn’t perfect, he was late sometimes and struggled to communicate his feelings but he knew you, he remembered everything about you.
Yes, he may be late, more often than you’d like to admit.
But that would never be left uncompensated for. He constantly showered you in affection, gifts and everything you could ask for. He would hold you up when you didn’t have the strength to stand, love you when you couldn’t find a reason to love yourself.
Yunho was a constant in your life. A constant you couldn’t see your life without, the thought of that constant slipping, cracking and falling apart terrified you more than anything.
Yunho bit his lip as he took in your words with a small nod, for once, he was the oblivious one. Completely unaware of the storm quietly brewing in your chest.
“I messed up so badly Y/N,” he sighed, finally meeting your gaze.
His eyes were dark, sunken with a sadness you couldn’t quite place. He looked guilty, remorseful even. Which didn’t help quell your suspicions.
The more you looked at him, the more you suspected he wasn’t talking about an exam at all. Whatever it was, it felt like something you were stood just outside of, close enough to feel, but not close enough to reach.
Yunho could feel his facade slipping, you hadn’t quite figured him out, but he knew damn well he was not doing a very good job at keeping himself together, letting you scan his face for any helpful information. Every second you spent studying his expression was a second he spent willing himself to keep his walls standing.
For a fleeting moment, he considered letting his walls fall, clearing the fog of secrets that hung between the two of you and lay himself bare, for all that he was, with the slither of hope that you would pull him into your arms and tell him that it was okay, that he was forgiven, that none of this was his fault.
Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy, and this was real life, and he needed to pull himself together before you began to ask questions, ones that you definitely did not need the answers too.
You were quiet, almost too quiet.
You were angry, you were confused, you were upset, and even a little mortified at the thought of him slipping away from you, hands too weak to hold on.
Yunho wouldn’t cheat, he couldn’t.
The thought feels wrong as soon as it makes space for itself in your head. He’s not that kind of man. You never believed he was.
You looked at him, a hand coming to cup his face, thumb drawing soft circles into his cheek, searching for something familiar, something stable. Yunho melted into the touch eyes fluttering closed.
As soon as his vision went dark, his mind was immediately invaded with memories of earlier today. Your hand on his cheek was the only thing keeping him anchored, yet at the same time, it wasn’t enough. He quickly pulled you ontop of him, caging you in his arms. It was tight, his grip almost desperate around your body. As if you would vanish right there and then.
And honestly? Yunho was scared you might.
“Woah, Yunho…what are you-“ You start, mind still processing your new thriving internal conflict.
“Just let me hold you, please,” Yunho whispered, his voice small, vulnerable. He didn’t open his eyes, burying his head into your chest, steadying his breathing as his grip tightened even more than you thought was possible.
“Oh okay,” You replied, gentle, with an underlying resentment you couldn’t understand starting to simmer beneath your words. If Yunho wasn’t so distraught, he would have caught it immediately, but he was already preoccupied with the horrors of his own life.
His mind is elsewhere, specifically those same eight words echoing louder than anything else:
“That’s not who you were meant to kill,”
The weight of it crushes him. He killed the wrong man.
The wrong man.
Whilst not completely innocent, Yunho had come to find out that Shay was far from guilty either. Leaving a bitter taste in his mouth and a grinding ache in his stomach he couldn’t get rid of.
three days ago ————-
It all began after the kill, he discarded the weapon, the gloves, every trace of what he’d done. He was on a timer, you were waiting for him, you always were. He was beyond excited to get back to you, to be enveloped in your scent, to revel in your touch.
Of course, there’s always something in the way of his desire to spend every waking moment of the rest of his life devoting himself to you. Duty came first.
He needed to report back, confirm the job was done and go about his day.
Oh, and change his clothes, which reeked of all things death and misery.
Being so far from his dorm, Yunho decided his best course of action was to give his best friend a visit, and grace his sink with crimson red.
Yunho didn’t bother knocking, coming through the door Mingi always left unlocked, despite protests from everyone telling him to lock it for his own safety.
However it was no use, Mingi had no regard for his own safety, plus, he wasn’t scared of a fight either, worst case scenario is that someone ends up dead, and it wouldn’t be him.
Yunho walked into the living room to find Mingi sprawled out on the sofa, asleep. He chuckled to himself.
“Min,” He raised his voice, trying to wake him. Mingi stirred, half awake as he scanned for the source of the noise. His tired eyes landed on Yunho and he groaned loudly.
“Fuck are you doing in my house,” He moaned.
Yunho rolled his eyes, stripping himself of his hoodie, bunching it up in his hands. “Need some clothes,” He shrugged.
Mingi shook his head “You’re gonna get yourself killed Yun,” He spoke, voice ridded with sleep, but laced with genuine concern. “When he finds out about her? won’t go down well..not at all,”
Yunho stiffened. “Who says i’m going to see her,” He muttered, feeling defensive, resistant to the unfortunate truth that spilled out of Mingi’s mouth. “I did my job, now i just need clothes, shoot me for not wanting to walk all the way home covered in another man’s blood.”
Mingi chuckled dryly, propping his head up to face Yunho more clearly “You’re the worst liar i know, you expect me to believe you came all the way to my apartment with all your ‘murder gear’” he gestured to the outfit Yunho was previously wearing which now lay in a tight pile on the ground. “When you’re dorm, which is in the opposite direction, might i add” He continued “but here you are closer to your girl…coincidence isn’t it?” He hummed with a smirk as Yunho grabbed a fresh hoodie and a pair of joggers, ignoring the other male.
“Has anyone ever told you to mind your own fucking business,” Yunho grumbled.
“Not when you keep giving me business to mind on top of my own,” He retorted quickly, picking up a cushion and hurling it in Yunho’s direction, hitting the other make square in the face. Yunho grunted, almost tripping over his own feet at the impact. “Make sure you check in tonight, we have a meeting tomorrow morning so don’t get too distracted with her,” He reminded Yunho, a teasing tone and a shit eating grin spread across his face at the last part.
Yunho ignored him. “Shit yeah, let me do that now,”
He picked up the phone, dialling the number he knew off by heart now, begrudgingly.
The line clicked, Yunho spoke first.
“Captain?” He started. “It’s Yunho.”
“Yunho, was just wondering when i’d hear from you.” The man responded dryly. “Almost thought you’d chickened out,”
Yunho rolled his eyes hard, god he wishes he could just quit.
“Nope, you won’t let me quit remember?” Yunho chuckled, but there was not an ounce of humour in the sound “It’s done, he’s dead. I couldn’t get anything out of him, fucker tried to make a run for it.” Yunho sighed “Cleaned up what i could, made it look like a conflict gone wrong, police will probably assume it’s gang related.”
The line was quiet for a moment before a long, measured sigh echoed through the phone. “Good. I’ll expect to see you tomorrow morning, with everyone,”
Yunho closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he answered, trying to avoid making his frustration obvious through his tone.
“I’ll be there.” Yunho responded curtly, hanging up the phone before he said something he couldn’t take back.
“What a Debbie Downer you are sometimes,” Mingi snorted “I don’t know why you think you can get out of this Yun, none of us can.” Mingi said lowly, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. “Hongjoong practically has us chained to him, best to just accept it, it’s less miserable that way.”
Yunho looked at him, he knew Mingi was right, there was really no way out.
“And plus, you compromise yourself being with Y/N, and for how long can you hide this from her? What will you do when she finds out? That’s a whole mess in itself Yunho, you need to tread carefully.” Mingi warned “And if captain finds out you have a girlfriend? You’re finished, man.”
Yunho bit his lip hard, throwing his clothes into a bucket. He didn’t know how to respond, he was angry at Mingi for telling the truth, a truth he resented so much.
‘Love is a weakness’
Is what had been drilled into them, Hongjoong made no space for love, not in this life. It was compromising, almost like a drug, it clouds your judgement, makes you act out of character, behave beyond your beliefs. Love was terrorism to the mind, mass destruction of all logic and reason.
They were on a strict dating ban while they worked for the ATEEZ program. Yunho didn’t mean to break the rules, but he felt he was doing himself a divine disservice by letting the opportunity of loving you slip by him.
He’s kept it hidden for almost a year now. Only Mingi and Jongho knew about you, and they were sworn to total secrecy. Yunho trusted them completely.
“Just leave your shit here, I’ll wash your clothes,” Mingi offered “Go and see her, she’s probably waiting on you.”
Yunho didn’t waste a second, darting out of the door, leaving his bloody belongings in Mingi’s care. He checked the time. He had ten minutes.
Ten minutes to somehow buy you food and make it back to your dorm.
He raced out of Mingi’s apartment, feet on a mission, far less murderous this time.
He could hear sirens blaring into the night, he shrugged, shaking off the memory of the murder, his job was done, the rest of the night was about you.
The next morning came quickly.
Yunho cooked you a small breakfast, moving around the dorm like it was muscle memory, showering you in all the love he could give you before he left, telling you he had a lecture that morning.
Which was technically true, there was a 9am he was meant to be attending, but of course he wasn’t.
Instead he found himself seated beside Mingi in the unfortunately familiar basement of Hongjoong’s house. There was eight of them in total, sat around a table whilst Hongjoong stood, at the head, hands braced against the wood.
“Right, San repeat yourself for me quickly,” Hongjoong cocked his head, a twinge of disbelief in his tone.
“Me and Wooyoung did some digging, the wire transfer we found initially, it was fabricated.” He muttered the last part quietly.
The words landed like a gunsot.
“We compared the metadata from the file we received and Shay’s actual bank accounts.” He sighed “Shay never transferred any money, never received any either.”
Yunho felt his heart hit the floor.
“So he didn’t do it?” Mingi asked quietly, dread seeping into his voice.
Wooyoung shook his head. “Nope, he was framed.”
The table turned to look at Yunho.
Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Yunho stared blankly at them all. “Don’t fucking say that.” He spat, voiced laced with undirected anger.
“Yun, we double, even triple checked, Shay didn’t do it,” San insisted. Yunho shook his head almost frantically.
“No no no he did, he definitely did, thats not possible.” He argued back “I wouldn’t have fucking killed him otherwise,”
“Yunho, calm down,” Another voice, Seonghwa inserted himself into the conversation.
“C- Calm? You want me to calm down?” Yunho raised his voice, laughing. “Are you all making a fucking joke out of me right now,” He looked around the room, scanning each face for any indication of anything other than the truth they laid out infront of him.
“You killed the wrong guy Yunho,” Hongjoong sighed heavily “Shit like that happens. You didn’t intend to-”
“Don’t.” Yunho felt his face getting hot, with anger and a sense of betrayal that he couldn’t pin on anyone in the room. “Don’t make this out like it was all me,” He growled “San and Wooyoung gave me the wrong information, and you put out a hit on the wrong fucking man.” Yunho exclaimed. Glaring at Hongjoong “You made me kill the wrong person, all of you did. You all helped kill the wrong person.” He scanned the room again, standing up, his chest rising and falling.
“Yun, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Mingi spoke softly, cutting the tension that was building in the room. “don’t do this to your-“
Yunho shook his head, raising a finger to point at their captain.
“You.” He spat “I told you i didn’t want to do this shit anymore, i told you i was tired, i told you i was done, with all of this, with all the death and the blood and fucking all of it!”
Hongjoong challenged him “You can get mad at me all you want Yunho, doesn’t change shit, you’re not gonna bring him back, hell, he doesn’t even deserve to be brought back” He spoke calmly “I told you there’s no being ‘done’ with this life Yunho, and this goes for all of you, you’ll be done when you’re dead.” He warned. “Feel free to quit, you can be done with this, but trust me, ‘this’” he motioned to the room and everyone sat in it “this won’t be done with you.”
Yunho couldn’t breathe
He failed to formulate a response, head spinning with anger and guilt. He needed to get out of the room. His feet moved fast as he stormed out the room, the door slamming behind him.
Hongjoong clicked his tongue as he watched the door close.
“You could go a little lighter on him Joong,” Seonghwa spoke up again, earning himself a few nods of agreement. “He’s probably pretty fucked up by this, as we all are.”
Hongjoong nodded reluctantly. “I know i know, its just-“ He began, stopping himself before his own vulnerabilities began to seep into the room. “Nevermind, we need to find where the fucking money went,” He straightened. “if it isn’t in Shay’s account, if he was framed, we need to know by who, and deal with them accordingly.”
Everyone nodded.
“San, Wooyoung, i need you to check bank accounts, everything , follow the money.” He ordered.
“Mingi, i need you to help Yunho get over himself, this feeling like it’s bigger than we anticipated and i’m gonna need you both in the right headspace when i put out a hit,” He looked at the male, who could only nod.
“Yeosang, Jongho, find Shay’s men, see if they know anything,” The pair nodded.
Hongjoong diverted his eyes to the last man standing. “Hwa, you’re with me, we need to figure out who’s behind this.”
Once everyone seemed satisfied with their jobs, Hongjoong wrapped up the meeting, letting the men go home. He considered checking on Yunho but was quickly beat to it when he saw Mingi dart out the door as soon as the meeting dissolved.
present ————————-
Yunho was consumed with guilt, the murder, the constant lies, he was exhausted. You were the only thing that kept him stable. You made him feel as if he still had a lick of dignity left in him worth protecting.
You managed to worm out of his grip after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
Well, comfortable for him.
You however, Your mind hadn’t stopped racing. No explanation you thought of sat correctly. You kept circling the same fear, not sharp, not accusatory, just heavy, and unresolved.
Something wasn’t adding up.
Cheating crossed your mind, it almost felt too easy, to shallow for the amount of weight he carried with him, but you were quick to remind yourself that Yunho was a man at the end of the day, and men can surprise you in ways you never thought possible.
Your only option was to get to the bottom of this, and find out what Yunho was hiding. If he was hiding anything at all. You needed to understand him, and you needed him to let you.
“This exam really has you in a bit of a state Yu,” You ran a hand through his hair as you looked at him. He opened his eyes to look at you.
“Hm” He hummed softly “Just frustrated, and tired it’s been a long few weeks,”
You nodded at his response, scooting over to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, which managed to make him smile slightly for the first time that day. Your chest tightens at how you still affect him.
“Remember I’m always here for you,” You soothe “No matter what it is, no matter how bug or how small, whatever is troubling you, you can come to me okay?”
He looked at you with the upmost amount of adoration in his eyes, your heart softened on instinct, before your brain intervened in to remind you of your current internal battles, whispering that something is still off.
Yunho felt himself getting tired, all the rumination he was doing drained him. His eyelids were heavy as you ran a hand through his hair, just the way he liked it. He was safe here, from all of it.
No expectations, no pressure, no conflict. It was just you and him. Your scent filled the air around him as your warmth enveloped his large body, he didn’t know what peace felt like but he was pretty confident it was something close to this. He decided against going back to his own dorm as he allowed sleep to take over him, in the safety of your arms.
You watched as he fell asleep, occasionally pressing kisses to his face, it was his favourite thing you did. Though, Yunho would never admit he was a sucker for goodnight kisses, he never failed to look at you with a small pout if you missed out on giving them to him.
You watched him slip into unconsciousness, an idea suddenly popping into your head. His phone lay unattended on the bedside table, you never felt any need to check his phone, but you had to quell your suspicions before you began to spiral.
You stare at the device longer than you meant to.
Just a glance, a quick check to reassure you. To put your mind at ease.
You wouldn’t have to dig too much, just a name, a face, a message that looks slightly out of place. Something that would tell you why he’s been moving further away from you, and why you can never seem to catch up to him.
You reach out a hand, hovering inches above it.
Yunho shifts in his sleep, a content sigh leaving his lips as he holds you tighter. As if he’s afraid you might drift away.
You freeze.
You look back at him, his slightly parted lips, the soft furrow in his brow, he looks softer, innocent. Incapable of anything your mind was trying to convince you of.
If you check, something will change.
Even if you find nothing, you cross a line you never had to draw, you admit that your faith in him has started to fade at the edges.
You retract your hand, resting it across his back instead.
Yunho stirs again, you smile softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“I trust you,” You declare softly, almost sounding like you are trying to convince yourself.
The phone remains untouched, but the thoughts don’t leave, instead they linger.
Quiet, unresolved, settling deep inside of you, brewing, waiting for you to take the lid off.
Everyone has secrets, some lighter than others. The phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’ hit a little too close to home one night when you decided to stick your nose into Yunho’s business, only to reveal the skeletons in his closet…literally.
Warnings: College AU, Killer! bf! Yunho, gf!reader, afab reader, oblivious reader, gore (nothing intense), description of murder, death
note: i’m debating making this a series but i have no clue if you guys would like that? so treat this like a prequel, just trying to see if you guys would be interested in more of this. If so please let me know! I’ve never written this kind of thing before but i’m trying things out, so like always please enjoy!
Footsteps padded across the pavement, calm, almost silent. Feet moving with purpose, not a stroll, not a walk, but a stride of determination. There wasn’t much time to waste, more interesting things awaited on the other side of this.
He moved with stealth, the enclosed tip of his knife poking against his thigh as he walked, he mentally facepalmed himself for the mistake, he should have just put it in his hoodie pocket instead. Regardless, He remained focused, his movements silent but his presence hung heavy in the cold winter air.
His target was only a few steps ahead, undoubtedly feeling the pressure of the man who lurked behind him. He knew his fate by now, or so Yunho assumed, he would be an idiot to think he would come out of this alive.
With every step and every careful tread Yunho got closer, feeling the thrill off the chase rush through him. His hairs stood up as an involuntary smirk played on his lips. Shamefully, he loved the chase, seeing them get so nervous as he approached to reap what they sowed. He always felt like the grim reaper, all he was missing was the cloak. It was a relentless cycle - the thrill, the kill, the shame, the guilt - but somehow it was one he could never quite break free from.
The target turned a corner and Yunho felt the regrettable excitement rush through him as they both realised it was a dead end. Nowhere to run to, but everything to run from.
Hook, line and sinker. It was almost too easy sometimes.
The man turned to face Yunho for the first time, his body shaking with unbridled fear. His eyes blown wide as Yunho walked towards him slowly, painfully slowly.
He pulled the knife out of his pocket, stilling the man before him. Tracing the blade with his index finger as he maintained eye contact with his victim. Everything froze. The wind stopped howling, the trees stopped moving, hell, even the birds went quiet. Morbidly, it was like the whole world was eagerly waiting for the horror scene Yunho was about to make of this man.
“You know why we’re here don’t you?” Yunho asked darkly, his voice laced with a complete lack of compassion. He tapped the blade on the palm of his hand, bored. Waiting for a response that could somehow get him out of this situation.
The man shivered at Yunho’s tone, flinching every time the blade made contact with the other male’s palm. His eyes darted around, looking for escape, but he should know better than that.
“It’s useless,” Yunho scoffed “You’re here now, you’re already mine, and i never lose my things,” He smirked “Listen, you can own up to what you did and we can finish this off on a good note…or, you don’t say anything and pretend you don’t have a voice to use like you are now and then i have to waste my time explaining to you what you did before i get rid of you?” Yunho pouted sarcastically “don’t make me pick the latter…that’s not nice,” He shook his head.
The man shrunk into himself as his lips parted to form a response “M- My men are looking for me..” He stuttered, in an attempt to raise his voice. Yunho could only roll his eyes.
“You’re men aren’t looking for shit,” He laughed “And who says they won’t find you? They definitely will, just…not how they want,” He said lowly, making the other man shudder. Yunho clicked his tongue “I have plans after this, so i’m gonna need a confession out of you, tell me exactly how you stole the money Shay, i won’t ask you again.”
Shay shook his head “You bastard! i didn’t take shit from you!” He yelled. “I told whoever the fuck you work for already, i didn’t do it,”
Yunho poked his cheek with his tongue in frustration, taking a step forwards towards the other male. Knife glistening under the moonlight. “I saw the money being wired to you Shay, don’t play dumb with me,” He chuckled dryly “You’re making this really…really boring for me,”
Shay looked at Yunho, his eyes dark with hatred, but overshadowing the hatred was a fear that ran so deep Yunho could almost feel it in his own chest.
Almost.
Shay took one last glance at Yunho, before his eyes darted just past the taller male, freedom. His freedom which was currently being obstructed by some low level ‘killer’ who also looked like he could not be older than college age.
Then he chanced it.
One hard shove, destabilising Yunho.
One foot infront of the other - left foot, right foot -
He picked up the pace, the adrenaline shot through him as he moved swiftly.
Left, right, left, right , lef-
A loud, choked gasp, followed by a desperate, guttural yell, quickly muffled as the yelling turned into coughing.
A very, bloody cough.
Yunho calmly pulled the knife, letting Shay fall limp to the ground. Blood pooling around his body, the wound fresh on Shay’s back as blood spurted out of it.
Pathetic really. Is all Yunho could think when he looked down at the man currently convulsing on the ground. He didn’t really know who he was even calling pathetic, him or Shay. He also wanted to spend no time falling into such a debilitating spiral of thoughts when he was already running late to his very special occasion. You.
“I told you, i don’t lose what’s mine,” Yunho spoke calmly “Should have been smart enough to known i would have caught you regardless, so much for a criminal mastermind,” He scoffed, watching the life slowly leave Shay’s body. Yunho turned on his heel, knife still in hand as he removed his gloves, wrapping the knife in them. “I’ll let your men know where you are” He smirked, shooting Shay a last look before walking away from the scene, discarding the knife in a place he could almost guarantee it wouldn’t be found.
As if right on time, his phone rang. He didn’t even look before answering. Assuming it was to ask for confirmation of completion.
“It’s done,” He mumbled into the phone absentmindedly.
“What’s done?” Your voice chimed down the other end of the phone. Yunho’s eyes widened, a small wave of panic surging through him.
“Oh shit, It’s nothing baby, just talking to myself,” He chuckled, trying to keep his composure. He felt slightly relieved when you hummed, seemingly satisfied at his response.
“You still coming over or..?” You asked. “I want noodles so bad, You’re late Yunho and i am so hungry?” You groaned
Yunho chucked softly “Oh baby i am so sorry, i was so distracted. Of course I’m still coming over, sorry for going all MIA on you, i was crazy busy with some assignments, I’ll bring some noodles and snacks to make up for it?”
You smiled at his response “How do you always know how to make it up to me, i am still mad at you though,” You giggle “I’m giving you half an hour and then i’m locking my doors so you’ll be stuck outside…so don’t be late Yunho,”
Yunho rolls his eyes playfully “Yes ma’am, half an hour it is,”
“Thank you baby, ill see you soon okay? don’t forget my noodles and don’t you dare be late, love you okay bye!” You chirped through the phone. Yunho smiled as he walked.
“I won’t, i love you,” He spoke softly as you hung up. As soon as he was sure you were not on the phone anymore he let out an audible groan. He had half an hour to change into an outfit that didn’t scream ‘i just killed someone’ and also go pick up your favourite noodles, he really needed to find a way to fast track murder.
Best believe he was praying you weren’t too serious about locking the doors either.
In which you are having a bad day due to your self confidence, but mingi doesn’t know what a bad day is when it comes to you.
cw: afab!reader, bf!mingi, gf!reader, established relationship, FLUFF, body image issues, self confidence issues, self esteem issues, crying, comfort, suggestive content (its like 2 lines)
note: this is my first post!! ill see how into this i can get and I’m also not a writer either so bare with me this is just for fun…also not proof read so sorry!
The rain lands softly on the windows whilst the trees dance in the wind, the two coordinating as if to create nature’s orchestra. The wind howled weakly, as if it was tired from all the noise it had to make today. Through the window you stood, the room was dimly lit, a single lamp in the corner illuminating the entire space. It was assisted by a candle on top of the dresser, but you couldn’t say it was providing any extra light, not that you wanted it to.
Your teeth dragged across your bottom lip as you let out a defeated huff, staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. Was it the big breakfast you ate? Was it the fact you refused to take the stairs to get up to your apartment that led you to this? You couldn’t quite find something to blame. The new pyjama set you bought wasn’t quite fitting the way you imagined it would, you felt as if you were busting out of the seams of your new, supposedly ‘sexy’, outfit. Your eyes focused on the way your thighs ever so slightly bulged out the bottom of the shorts, the way the top seemed to look like it was suffocating you, the way everything just looked…wrong. You’re eyes welled with tears the longer you looked, you should have stopped looking but for some reason, you couldn’t pull yourself away, you couldn’t stop the overwhelming guilt and shame that came from looking the way you did.
You let the tears fall as you finally managed to rip your eyes away from your figure, turning away from the mirror, you crawled into bed, wanting so badly to cradle yourself, but having to hold your entire body in your arms would have made you feel worse. You wanted Mingi, he was working a little later than usual, so you thought you would surprise him with your new outfit, but of course, it didn’t go to plan.
You let tears fall onto the pillow, allowing yourself to feel something, even if it was a little. You knew Mingi would hate to see you this upset, he’s always talking about how perfect you are, so you couldn’t help the guilt that surged through you as you drowned in your own puddle of tears and self hatrid.
Mingi unlocked the front door, stepping into the house with a soft groan, he was cold and soaking wet. On his agenda for tonight? Go straight to you, collapse into your arms, get a few (or more) kisses, ramble about his day and eventually fall asleep to the sensation of your gentle hands running through his hair. Unfortunately for him, the house was quiet, which wasn’t completely unusual for you, since he has, on multiple occasions, found you napping whilst trying to wait for him to come home. He chuckled at the thought, kicking off his shoes before making his way to your shared bedroom, he cracked open the door slightly and his brows furrowed.
His nose immediately took in the vanilla candle burning on the dresser, which has easily become his favourite scent, as it reminds him of you. His eyes however were immediately drawn to your figure on the bed, covered head to toe in your shared duvet, back facing him. To anyone, it could easily look like you were asleep, but Mingi could hear the faintest of sniffles coming from under the large mound of duvet. He cracked the door open more, walking in quietly.
“Y/n?” he called softly. He padded towards the bed, sitting on the end of it. You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, wiping your face in an attempt to look more presentable. You faked a dry chuckle “Oh! Hi Mingi,” you croaked, your head whipping round for less than a second to acknowledge him.
“Turn around,” He spoke gently, tugging the duvet slightly. “Please,”
You reluctantly turned around to meet his gaze above you, his expression sank at the sight of you, his eyes filling with concern.
“Baby,” He looks at you “What happened? Whats got you so upset?”
Your lip quivered at the question as you shook your head, Mingi sighed, lying down and taking you into his arms immediately, you broke down immediately, burying your head into the crook of his neck. Mingi ran a soothing hand down your back, planting a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“Cmon baby, talk to me,” he soothed “tell me whats wrong and i’ll do everything i can, you know that dont you? you know i’d do anything for you,” he muttered softly. You sobbed softly into him.
“Everything Min, i feel like shit, i bought this new outfit to surprise you and then i put it on and i felt like shit. It looks awful, nothing like it was meant to, i don’t know what made me think i could even pull it off and now you’re home I’m embarrassed that I’m still in this fucking outfit and-“ You rambled, almost whining whilst you cried. Mingi listened without a word, he listened to how you felt, he didn’t stop you, he waited for you to let it out.
Once you finished he peeled the blanket off of the two of you, maintaining eye contact.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he started “First of all, i think you look breathtaking, like- beyond beautiful.” he smiled softly, manoeuvring you to sit up, so you straddled him. “I dont think you know just how excited i am to come home to you every single day, whether you are in nothing but a t-shirt…preferably mine.” he winked, which made you giggle softly “or in these beautiful outfits,” he ran a hand softly up your thigh “i am in awe of you regardless of what you put on. You’re body is beautiful, in my eyes you’re something of a goddess to me, and i wish i was joking,” he chuckled “I want you to see yourself the way i see you because you are, by far, the most beautiful woman i have ever laid eyes on.” He looked at you intensely, his words so genuine that it almost didn’t feel real. “And coming home to you looking like this? better than i could have ever imagined honestly,” he squeezed your thigh playfully, you chuckled.
“Mingi you’re meant to be serious,” You deflected, Mingi gasped dramatically.
“I am serious! you are so so gorgeous and you don’t even know it!” He exclaimed before pulling you down onto his chest “I don’t ever want you to hide when you feel bad about yourself okay? you tell me, because i will be here to pick you up when you don’t have the strength to stand okay?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“Thank you baby,” you muttered softly “and sorry this surprise wasn’t…as sexy as it was meant to be,”
He laughed “Coming home to you is sexy enough trust me,” he kisses you again “You own me Y/n, heart and soul, I’m not going anywhere.”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, he immediately returned it, deepening the kiss, his hands coming to grip your hips tighter, he groaned softly into the kiss. “Min…that was meant to be a cute kiss,” you whispered against his lips
“Can’t help it when you look like this,” he muttered against yours “Let me show you how beautiful i think you are, you deserve to know,” he says lowly. It didn’t take much before he’d flipped you over to do exactly what he said he would.
Safe to say you were definitely wearing this pyjama set again
Mingi was never one for love, not that he didn’t want it, more like he didn’t really care for it. Emphasis on the ‘was’ because then you came barrelling through the doors of his life, putting love at the forefront of his mind.
Warnings: fluff, best friend!Mingi, best friend!reader, afab reader, Mingi is a bit (very) awkward, friends to lovers
note: The last Yunho drabble did so well? i am so happy you guys liked it!! it has spurred me on to write more so i hope you guys enjoy this one! i wanted to write something a little less angsty this time lmao. Again, not proofread (sorry!)
Mingi was new to this whole boyfriend thing. He has most definitely been a boyfriend before but admittedly, he can’t say that he was a very good one, as he’s been told.
He’s never been ‘with it’ as his ex would say, his mind was apparently always somewhere other than his relationship, usually he was focused on his work, spending hours and hours absorbed in his world of speakers, microphones and sound decks. He failed to make time for his lovers, and when he did, he was distracted, always thinking about what he wasn’t doing right, always being told he could do better.
It was exhausting, Mingi felt inadequate in all of his relationships, and as if it was some self fulfilling prophecy, he became an inadequate boyfriend. His music never failed him, mistakes could be undone, the song can be changed, but people? People weren’t the same as his music. So Mingi gave up, deciding that he wasn’t at all cut out for relationships, he needed to work on himself, find whatever was wrong with him and fix it. He idealised love, but he could never portray it quite the same in real life as it played in his head. He didn’t really desire to either, well, that was until you came into the picture.
He fumbled with the wine glass in-front of him, his teeth dragging slowly across his lip as he waited. He arrived early, a little too early.
He had asked you to meet him at the restaurant, sent a car to come and get you and drop you off at exactly 7pm.
It was 6:45pm…and Mingi had already been there 15 minutes. Nonetheless, it had to be perfect, he had to he perfect.
Safe to say, he was shitting himself. He couldn’t pinpoint why he was so nervous, his finger tapped the glass in a hurried rhythm. His knee bounced under the table as his body rocked back and forth slightly, his nerves creating an orchestra of his body.
He practiced a few hundred times in the mirror before he left the studio.
‘Just keep it casual, just ask her’ he repeated to himself in his head.
‘don’t overthink it’ He would say, trying to ignore the thoughts that raced around his mind. He questioned if this was the right decision, if he should ask you out, what would you even say?
Worst you could say was no right? Or…you could cuss him out infront of everyone and shun him and ban him from ever speaking to you again, tell him hes the absolute worst person you’ve ever met and-
“Mingi?” You’re voice pulls him out of his spiral. Had it already been 15 minutes? was he that lost in his own thoughts?
He looks up, eyes guilty of a crime he’s not even sure he committed. He stands up immediately, fumbling around to help you take off your coat, hanging it on the back of the chair before pulling it out for you to sit.
“Hey Y/n...” He smiles awkwardly as he resumes his seat. You smile back at him.
“This is…fancy?” You chuckle “When you asked me to meet you, i definitely wasn’t expecting this, i almost feel underdressed.”
Mingi mentally facepalmed. Is he an idiot? How can he invite you to a fancy dinner and then not tell you to dress nice? In his defense, you looked drop dead gorgeous and Mingi had to keep reminding himself to keep his mouth shut before he ended up sat there gawking at you.
Mingi nodded, scratching the back of his head “Uh, well i just thought we should have this conversation somewhere nice,” He laughed awkwardly.
You nodded. It was weird from Mingi to behave so uptight, but you didn’t mind, since you met him a few months ago he’s always been so, loud, outgoing and rather boisterous, but tonight? The air felt different, it made you nervous, but somehow, it was a nice kind of nervous. If you didn’t have an ego, you would say you had butterflies.
“Is this about work?” You asked. You were no stranger to being his muse, he was always asking for feedback, asking for improvements. You were never against giving them to him, you loved how passionate he was about his work, and you also loved how much he involved you.
“I..erm well no? Yes? Maybe?” Mingi stumbled over his own words, ears turning a slight pink. “No..” He sighs in defeat.
You laugh. “What’s got you so anxious Mingi?”
“I wanted to say something but i can’t really find the words,” He admits softly. “Well…i mean i did have the words earlier, they just sort of…flew away?” He says, avoiding your gaze “okay not flew away, words cant do that but sort of like i forgot? oh god i don’t know,”
He groans into his hands, he was already fucking this up and you had been at that table for less than 10 minutes.
“Min,” You spoke softly “Forget about it for now, it’ll come to you later,” You assured him “Food looks really…really good here, let’s focus on that for a bit,”
Mingi nodded, accepting his fate, he would never be able to ask you out.
The two of you ordered food, the night easing into something more familiar, the awkwardness of the first 20 minutes fading as the two of you poked jokes at each other, laughed until your stomachs hurt, having a good time like you always do.
Mingi relaxed as the night went on and so did you, neither of you were sure if it was the wine or not, but neither of you cared. Mingi almost forgot that the entire purpose of tonight was to ask you to be his girlfriend.
He paid the bill, guiding you out of the restaurant, giggling about the night the two of you met.
“You were so angry,” Mingi laughs “Cursing out an inanimate object in a convenience store,”
You glared at him playfully “Listen, imagine having a really shitty day, deciding to go and get a snack..or ramen, and boom! its all over the floor as soon as you finish paying for it!” You groaned at the painful memory.
“I hear you,” Mingi hums “But think about it, if that hadn’t happened, i would never have paid for a replacement ramen, and we would never have become friends,” He laughed, the word ‘friend’ leaving his lips like an almost painful reminder of his current failure. - telling you how he feels -.
You hummed “Fair enough, i mean, i don’t know what i’d do without you and you’re annoying reels,” You laugh loudly at the defensive look on his face “And plus! Who’s going to tell you when your beats sound like ass Mingi…which thankfully they haven’t…yet.” You narrow your eyes at him “But when they do, trust i will be there to say something.”
Mingi can only smile as the two of you walk together, falling into a comfortable silence.
He didn’t know how to approach this, but he knew what he wanted, and that was you. He wasn’t perfect, but he would make damn sure he was close to it for you. He would do anything to keep you happy, so long as he could call you his.
“Why i invited you out..” He started as you guys entered a park enroute to your house. “I don’t really know how to say it Y/n i’ll be honest,”
You looked at him, listening, giving him time to form his words.
“I’ve never really been good at this kind of thing, and honestly i was starting to think i was hopeless,” He chuckled dryly “But then that night at the convenience store and you couldn’t stop mumbling all sorts of stuff under your breath once your food hit the floor,” He laughed “I saw you, and i was taken aback honestly,”
You’re eyes widened slightly but you continued to hear him out.
“I made a note to myself not to ramble while doing this so i wont beat around the bush too much,” He looked at you, slowing his steps to a halt “I fell, hard. I don’t know when or where the hell it happened but i look at you and my head spins, my stomach hurts and my heart doesn’t sit right in my chest, but weirdly, i feel safe, i feel comfortable.”
“Mingi..” You say softly. He shakes his head.
“L- Let me finish otherwise i’ll never get it out to you,” He interjects shakily, you nod. “You make me feel like everything is possible, you support me, you’re always there for me.” He continues “I really like you Y/n…fuck, no.. not like,” He takes a deep breath “I’m in love with you, totally, completely and utterly in love with you…you don’t have to feel the same way at all and we can forget this ever happened but i needed to do myself a favour and get this off my chest.”
You grinned at him “You love me?”
“Don’t-“ Mingi sighed, cheeks turning red, even in the light as he looked down at his feet “I’m already so embarras-“
He was swiftly cut off by two arms around his neck and two of the softest lips he’s ever felt pressed against his own. He melted into the kiss immediately, hands automatically finding your waist to pull you closer.
You pulled away slightly. “I’ve been waiting all night to hear that,” You smiled against him, a whispered ‘thank god’ slipping past his lips. “I love you too Mingi, I have done, for a while,” you reassured.
He smiled, wasting no time in kissing you again, holding you as if you would vanish right there in his arms.
As the days passed, Mingi realised he wasn’t broken, he never was, it was normal to want time for himself, he didn’t need to ask for permission, he just needed to give notice. You helped him communicate, taught him how to speak his mind when he needed space, but honestly speaking? Mingi never wanted space from you.
You realised you needed him more than you thought, sometimes not even to speak to him, his presence was more than enough. Some dates were fancy candle lit dinners, others were you lying on the couch in his studio whilst he worked, there was balance. Neither of you were perfect but this? This was perfect.
In which you’ve had a long, long few days. All your frustration comes up to the surface one night but luckily Yunho is always there at the end of the week to hold you up.
Warnings: College AU, non idol!Yunho, bf!Yunho, gf!reader, established relationship, afab reader, angsty (not really but still), anxiety, mental health, comfort, mentioned feelings of low mood/depressive feelings, mentions of anxiety, anxiety attacks, yunho is a great boyfriend, Fluff, mentions of feeling suffocated
note: Short Yunho drabble, i was having a bad day so i just thought to write this and share! Hope it’s not too bad guys i am still learning…also not proof read sorry!
You were distracted, mind fogged but empty at the same time. You were always distant whilst your feet kept you in the same place, your heart raced but you were never running. Everything was not enough but too much at the same time, life felt too cluttered but you had no idea how to clean it. Simply, you were a mess. You made it work though, you got up when you needed to, dragged yourself into class when life required you to. You did what you needed to, never any more and never any less.
He noticed, Yunho always noticed. The way your hands shook when you gave a presentation, the way the smile on your face never quite reached your eyes. The way your leg bounced under the desk, the morning mantra you would give yourself when you thought you closed the bathroom door properly, telling yourself its just another day, no different from yesterday, no more exciting than tomorrow.
You tried to hide it from Yunho, but he could see through you clearer than day. He knew you more than you knew yourself. He could tell in the way you lost your spark over the week, funny mishaps in your day felt heavier when you retold them, you were creating a structure in your head built with bricks made of your own misfortune, it was only a matter of time before it got too heavy and collapsed. He was ready though, He was always there to catch you when you fell, and he was always there to help you rebuild.
Nobody would have even noticed the sad eyes you hide behind shocked faces and enthusiastic expressions when you spoke to people. It was hard to notice with you. You were an honest person, but a damn good liar.
It was one of those nights, everything came down at once. Honestly it was pretty stupid what set you off - getting your belt hook stuck in the door handle - but you were past the point of caring. It was starting to feel like you couldn’t get anything in this life correct.
You hauled yourself into your dorm, landing on the bed face down with a huff. The tears were already threatening to fall and objectively speaking, they were already winning, but you aren’t a quitter.
“I’m okay, I’m okay, Everything is okay,” You repeated to yourself, over and over again, each complete affirmation forcing a tear from your eye as if it were punishment for lying to yourself.
You turned over laying on your back, everything felt so suffocating, you kicked your shoes off, letting them land where they pleased. You kept repeating to yourself, reassuring words whose meaning disappeared as soon as they left your mouth, their impact so minimal they were probably more helpful being left as a thought in the back of your head.
“Its okay! I’m okay, just breathe, just in…and out and it will be okay,” You whispered to yourself through tears. The room felt smaller than usual, you didn’t feel okay, the churning in your stomach you knew too well to be more than hunger wouldn’t stop. Your chest was heavy, your hands trembled. The room was silent but it was deafening. You brought a hand to your chest, heart beating so fast it felt as if it would beat out of your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to calm yourself down, but it wasn’t working.
You felt dizzy, delirious, your control of the situation was loosening. You were out of it honestly, it was too much. You sat up, rocking back and forth to try and soothe yourself from your thoughts, it was all going so wrong. You felt sick, you needed something to pull you out of it, you needed to feel better.
As if your desperate prayers were heard by a higher power, your attack was momentarily disrupted by a loud, obnoxious knock on your door that could only belong to one person.
You stared at the door, slight relief washing over you but the room didn’t stop spinning, your chest didn’t get any lighter, and the room didn’t get any quieter. You dragged yourself off the bed slowly, with shaky feet and trembling hands you made it to the door, opening it gently, you locked eyes with him, completely forgetting about your tear stained cheeks.
His gaze softened immediately. His visit was an honest surprise, he wanted to drop some food off as he knew you would finish class a bit later today, and as a way to cheer you up considering the week you had. Somehow, he was slightly unprepared for the sight of you falling apart at the door.
“Oh love..” He spoke softly, ushering the both of you into the room. Once in, he pulled you into his arms. “I bought us some food, that new sushi restaurant we wanted to try? you weren’t answering my calls, i got worried,”
You couldn’t even answer him, your breathing getting quicker as the guilt of ignoring you beloved boyfriend plunged you further into your deep self depricating spiral of doom.
Yunho wasn’t looking for an answer, he always knew what they would be anyway. He set the food aside on the desk quietly before guiding you to the bed where he sat you in his lap.
“Breathe for me baby,” He whispered softly, his thumbs drawing small circles on your hips. You tried, but nothing worked, you didn’t know how to breathe like this. You felt bad, you didn’t want to bother him, but you knew you needed him.
“Sorry..” is all you could choke out between hyperventilations.
“No apologies from you okay?” He spoke gently “Just need you to focus on me okay? Nothing else, can you do that? Can you look at me?” He asks
You nod, looking at him. He cups your face, smiling at you earnestly.
“There we go, you’re doing it” he soothes, “I have a really dumb idea, but try and match my breathing okay?” his large hands move to guide your hands onto his chest, you feel the area rise and fall. His hands then snake around your ears, depriving you of any noise. He releases them momentarily to speak “Just close your eyes for me okay? focus on my breathing,”
You do as he says. In…and out.
…In…and out.
Until eventually, its the only thing you can do. Your breaths find a rhythm together, in perfect sync.
Yunho admires your features, the way you look so gentle as he calms you down, he feels proud almost, that he is able to help you in this way. He also can’t help but stare in awe of you. A goddess if he’s ever seen one, he’s grateful that you can lean on him. You are a strong woman, you don’t like to be weak, you feel inclined to prove to everyone that you’re indestructible. Yunho sees through it every-time, he admires the way you carry yourself, but he loves the version of you only he gets to see, the one he gets to care for, the one he gets to love and the one he gets to hold upright when you don’t have the strength to stand.
You open your eyes slowly, eventually calming down after a few minutes. Yunho doesn’t say anything, smiling at you softly before pulling you into a hug. Almost suffocating, but in a good way, the kind where it doesn’t feel too cramped or too loud, the kind where you can still breathe, where the anxiety isn’t too much to handle, it fees safe. He feels safe.
“Thank you,” you mutter into the crook of his neck. Yunho hums.
“Anything for you lovely, you did amazing. Feel a little better now?” He asks, you nod.
“Much better, sorry i didn’t mean to have a meltdown, or ignore your calls…it’s been a long week it just got a bit overwhelming,” You admitted. Yunho rubbed your back soothingly.
“I know love, i know.” He muttered “I wanted to ask you what was up, but i figured you probably would hae chalked it up to be very insignificant,” He chuckled softly. You laughed quietly.
“This week was just shitty, but objectively speaking its not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, its okay,” You spoke, immediately proving him right.
“Baby, if it’s a big deal to you, its a big deal to me, fuck this whole objectivity thing you keep talking about, if something sucks, then it sucks! doesnt matter if it doesn’t suck for someone else.” He affirms
You pull away to look at him “What did i even do to deserve you,”
“Clearly i haven’t done enough to deserve you if you still think like this,” He rebutted, making you laugh “Seriously, I’m always in you’re corner, no matter how big or small it is, tell me whats going on okay? Let me into your head, let me share the burden with you, don’t carry all of this weight alone,”
You nodded, eyes welling up again, not from anxiety this time but from sheer gratitude.
“I love you so much,” You whispered, kissing him softly. He immediately responded, hands gripping your waist firmly.
“I love you more than you’ll ever come to realise,” He muttered against your lips.
The feeling still follows you, the churn in your stomach never quite goes away for good, your heart still races and your head still spins, anxiety is alot to manage, but with Yunho by your side? it felt a little less daunting because right behind it is a 6ft man who spends his free time playing games and spontaneously delivers sushi to your room, demands cuddles and kisses before he goes to bed and can’t go a single day without making a terrible joke. Reassuring you that wherever you go, his love will follow.
In which you are having a bad day due to your self confidence, but mingi doesn’t know what a bad day is when it comes to you.
cw: afab!reader, bf!mingi, gf!reader, established relationship, FLUFF, body image issues, self confidence issues, self esteem issues, crying, comfort, suggestive content (its like 2 lines)
note: this is my first post!! ill see how into this i can get and I’m also not a writer either so bare with me this is just for fun…also not proof read so sorry!
The rain lands softly on the windows whilst the trees dance in the wind, the two coordinating as if to create nature’s orchestra. The wind howled weakly, as if it was tired from all the noise it had to make today. Through the window you stood, the room was dimly lit, a single lamp in the corner illuminating the entire space. It was assisted by a candle on top of the dresser, but you couldn’t say it was providing any extra light, not that you wanted it to.
Your teeth dragged across your bottom lip as you let out a defeated huff, staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. Was it the big breakfast you ate? Was it the fact you refused to take the stairs to get up to your apartment that led you to this? You couldn’t quite find something to blame. The new pyjama set you bought wasn’t quite fitting the way you imagined it would, you felt as if you were busting out of the seams of your new, supposedly ‘sexy’, outfit. Your eyes focused on the way your thighs ever so slightly bulged out the bottom of the shorts, the way the top seemed to look like it was suffocating you, the way everything just looked…wrong. You’re eyes welled with tears the longer you looked, you should have stopped looking but for some reason, you couldn’t pull yourself away, you couldn’t stop the overwhelming guilt and shame that came from looking the way you did.
You let the tears fall as you finally managed to rip your eyes away from your figure, turning away from the mirror, you crawled into bed, wanting so badly to cradle yourself, but having to hold your entire body in your arms would have made you feel worse. You wanted Mingi, he was working a little later than usual, so you thought you would surprise him with your new outfit, but of course, it didn’t go to plan.
You let tears fall onto the pillow, allowing yourself to feel something, even if it was a little. You knew Mingi would hate to see you this upset, he’s always talking about how perfect you are, so you couldn’t help the guilt that surged through you as you drowned in your own puddle of tears and self hatrid.
Mingi unlocked the front door, stepping into the house with a soft groan, he was cold and soaking wet. On his agenda for tonight? Go straight to you, collapse into your arms, get a few (or more) kisses, ramble about his day and eventually fall asleep to the sensation of your gentle hands running through his hair. Unfortunately for him, the house was quiet, which wasn’t completely unusual for you, since he has, on multiple occasions, found you napping whilst trying to wait for him to come home. He chuckled at the thought, kicking off his shoes before making his way to your shared bedroom, he cracked open the door slightly and his brows furrowed.
His nose immediately took in the vanilla candle burning on the dresser, which has easily become his favourite scent, as it reminds him of you. His eyes however were immediately drawn to your figure on the bed, covered head to toe in your shared duvet, back facing him. To anyone, it could easily look like you were asleep, but Mingi could hear the faintest of sniffles coming from under the large mound of duvet. He cracked the door open more, walking in quietly.
“Y/n?” he called softly. He padded towards the bed, sitting on the end of it. You jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, wiping your face in an attempt to look more presentable. You faked a dry chuckle “Oh! Hi Mingi,” you croaked, your head whipping round for less than a second to acknowledge him.
“Turn around,” He spoke gently, tugging the duvet slightly. “Please,”
You reluctantly turned around to meet his gaze above you, his expression sank at the sight of you, his eyes filling with concern.
“Baby,” He looks at you “What happened? Whats got you so upset?”
Your lip quivered at the question as you shook your head, Mingi sighed, lying down and taking you into his arms immediately, you broke down immediately, burying your head into the crook of his neck. Mingi ran a soothing hand down your back, planting a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“Cmon baby, talk to me,” he soothed “tell me whats wrong and i’ll do everything i can, you know that dont you? you know i’d do anything for you,” he muttered softly. You sobbed softly into him.
“Everything Min, i feel like shit, i bought this new outfit to surprise you and then i put it on and i felt like shit. It looks awful, nothing like it was meant to, i don’t know what made me think i could even pull it off and now you’re home I’m embarrassed that I’m still in this fucking outfit and-“ You rambled, almost whining whilst you cried. Mingi listened without a word, he listened to how you felt, he didn’t stop you, he waited for you to let it out.
Once you finished he peeled the blanket off of the two of you, maintaining eye contact.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he started “First of all, i think you look breathtaking, like- beyond beautiful.” he smiled softly, manoeuvring you to sit up, so you straddled him. “I dont think you know just how excited i am to come home to you every single day, whether you are in nothing but a t-shirt…preferably mine.” he winked, which made you giggle softly “or in these beautiful outfits,” he ran a hand softly up your thigh “i am in awe of you regardless of what you put on. You’re body is beautiful, in my eyes you’re something of a goddess to me, and i wish i was joking,” he chuckled “I want you to see yourself the way i see you because you are, by far, the most beautiful woman i have ever laid eyes on.” He looked at you intensely, his words so genuine that it almost didn’t feel real. “And coming home to you looking like this? better than i could have ever imagined honestly,” he squeezed your thigh playfully, you chuckled.
“Mingi you’re meant to be serious,” You deflected, Mingi gasped dramatically.
“I am serious! you are so so gorgeous and you don’t even know it!” He exclaimed before pulling you down onto his chest “I don’t ever want you to hide when you feel bad about yourself okay? you tell me, because i will be here to pick you up when you don’t have the strength to stand okay?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“Thank you baby,” you muttered softly “and sorry this surprise wasn’t…as sexy as it was meant to be,”
He laughed “Coming home to you is sexy enough trust me,” he kisses you again “You own me Y/n, heart and soul, I’m not going anywhere.”
You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, he immediately returned it, deepening the kiss, his hands coming to grip your hips tighter, he groaned softly into the kiss. “Min…that was meant to be a cute kiss,” you whispered against his lips
“Can’t help it when you look like this,” he muttered against yours “Let me show you how beautiful i think you are, you deserve to know,” he says lowly. It didn’t take much before he’d flipped you over to do exactly what he said he would.
Safe to say you were definitely wearing this pyjama set again
