You smiled at Seonghwa and clinked your wine glass against his. It was something red and expensive that he'd ordered in French, and you sipped it as though you had any idea why it was worth $110 a bottle.
You didn't.
"I'm so proud of you," Seonghwa repeated for the twelfth time that evening, his eyes as adoring as ever.
You immediately groaned. "Again?" you complained.
"What?" he laughed.
"You keep saying that, and you know how bad I am at accepting compliments."
Seonghwa seemed amused by that. "Maybe you'll get used to them if you hear them more often."
"You've said it like twelve times though."
"Thirteen."
You rolled your eyes and took another sip.
The worst part was that you weren't exaggerating. Ever since you'd arrived at the restaurant, he'd somehow managed to work it into nearly every conversation. The appetizers had arrived and he'd told you he was proud. The waiter had asked if you wanted another drink and somehow Seonghwa had told him you won a writing contest. You were honestly surprised he hadn't asked the restaurant to put it on the dessert menu.
"You won a creative writing contest, baby," he reminded you. "That's a huge deal."
"It was just a local contest, Hwa."
"It's still super impressive."
"There were probably only like twenty entries."
"There were over three hundred," he countered.
You narrowed your eyes. "How do you know that?"
"I looked it up," he shrugged.
You dropped your forehead into your hand. Of course, he had. "You're insane," you laughed.
"Maybe, but you love it," he teased while Seonghwa poured more wine into your glass.
It should've been embarrassing how much he was celebrating this. Instead, it mostly made you feel warm.
You'd spent months writing that story. Months of researching. Months of second-guessing yourself and wondering if anyone would even finish reading it. The fact that Seonghwa seemed more excited than you did was admittedly sweet. Even if he was being overly celebratory about it.
"I was just inspired, I guess," you admitted. "All of those folk stories were interesting."
"Just interesting?" he asked in a playful tone.
"Fine," you conceded. "They may have made me a tad bit obsessive."
"That's certainly a more accurate description," he chuckled.
You pointed your breadstick at him. "Listen," you laughed. "I learned a lot, though!"
"Such as?"
"Such as every culture has completely different vampire rules for some reason. There's no consistency at all."
Seonghwa leaned back in his chair, making it clear he was prepared to listen.
"Some vampires burn in sunlight. Some don't. Some can turn into bats. Some can't. Some are basically zombies. Some are weirdly romantic."
"Weirdly romantic?" he questioned.
You nodded. "Yeah. There were a lot more love stories than I expected. Some with other vampires, but most were with humans."
His eyebrow lifted. "Love stories involving vampires?"
"Mhm."
"That sounds...dangerous."
"It was." You laughed before taking another sip of wine. "A lot of them died. They were basically about unhealthy doses of desire."
Something flickered across Seonghwa's face. It vanished so quickly you almost thought you'd imagined it.
"Desire?" he asked.
You nodded. "Yeah. The vampire would fall in love with someone and then spend decades pursuing them. Once they got them the pull was too much and they'd snap."
"Decades? Is that desire or obsession?"
"Both."
"It definitely shows commitment," he joked."
"And insanity."
Seonghwa laughed into his wine glass. "You still chose to write about one, though."
"I know."
"You spent months making a love story that could’ve been tragic end happily."
"I know."
"And you made him attractive," he teased.
You groaned. Somehow you knew that would come up. "There was no avoiding that."
"There absolutely was. You could've made him terrifying. Made her compelled to love him."
You weren't planning on ever telling him, but somewhere between the third glass of wine and Seonghwa's continued amusement, it slipped out.
"I based him on you."
The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Immediately, you wished you could.
Seonghwa froze with his wine glass halfway to his lips. Then he slowly lowered it with a smirk that told you he was hiding something. "I know," he answered.
You blinked. "What?"
"I already knew he was based on me."
"No you didn't."
"I did."
You stared at him.
Seonghwa stared right back.
The smug bastard wasn't even trying to hide how pleased he was with himself.
"How?" you demanded.
"You weren't very subtle (Y/N)," he laughed.
"Yes I was," you argued.
"No you weren't," he chuckled harder.
"Hwa...are you being serious?" you wondered as he often had a habit of starting lengthy jokes.
"He had dark hair."
"Lots of people have dark hair," you retorted as you rolled your eyes.
"The sharp jaw."
"Lots of people have jaws, Hwa."
He laughed. "The tendency to stare at his person as if it would pain him to look away."
You immediately pointed at him.
"Okay, that trait was definitely based on you."
"I know."
Your face burned in embarrassment. "Oh my God."
"You really thought I wouldn't notice?"
"Yes."
"Baby," he laughed.
The single word made you groan louder. Because now that he was saying it out loud, it sounded so obvious. You buried your face in your hands. The sound of Seonghwa laughing only made it worse.
"Why are you so happy about this?" you asked.
"Shouldn't I be?"
"I made you a monster."
His laughter slowly faded. For a second, something unreadable crossed his face. Then he smiled again.
"You didn't write him like a monster."
"Yes I did," you frowned.
"No," he muttered softly. "You wrote him like someone trying very hard not to be one. He fought all of his instincts to be the best version of himself for her."
For some reason, the answer made it difficult to look away. Seonghwa held your stare as he blindly flagged down the waiter, turning away only once it was time to pay the check.
Once outside in the cold, the frigid air had you sinking into his side, and he wrapped an arm around you even though he hadn't said much since your confession. You worried he wasn't being honest about how upset he was.
"For the record, I don't think you're a monster, Hwa," you suddenly said, deciding he needed to hear it out loud.
He stopped walking to hear you out, eyes curious and wide at how you'd navigate such a nuanced apology.
"I just couldn't think of anyone else when I was writing. Your face kept popping up and so..."
"So you made me a vampire," he finished for you. He didn't look angry, though, which both surprised and confused you.
"Yeah. But only because you have this unnatural attractiveness to you."
"Maybe it's because I'm a vampire," he said, watching as you laughed and squeezed his hand. You were happy he could joke about it now.
"Exactly," you joked as you began pulling him down the street again towards home.
"I'm not kidding, (Y/N)," he repeated with conviction.
You turned, deciding to roleplay with him if that was what he needed to deal with his role in your story. "Oh my sweet vampire," you said in a breathy seductive voice. "Please bite me."
You tilted your head back while using his shoulders for leverage. Seonghwa leaned in and lingered near your throat with a warm exhale hitting your skin before pressing his lips to your jugular.
"Don't tempt me, baby," he whispered. The way he said it gave you chills, but you lied and told yourself it was from the cold.
"Come on, Hwa. Let's get home before the next wave of snow hits."
Streetlights flickered overhead, dancing across the icy sidewalk. Seonghwa seemed to be deep in thought and you were trying to figure out if you should give up writing forever because you'd certainly end up basing any love interest on him (monster or not).
"So...would you date one?" he asked suddenly.
"A vampire?" you questioned. Seonghwa nodded and you let out a sigh, unsure of this conversation would be helpful for him. "It depends."
He found that amusing and cocked his brow, "It depends? On what?"
"A few things...well five things."
"You've clearly thought a lot about this," he laughed.
"Months of writing will do that to a girl," you teased.
"So tell me, baby. What are these 5 conditions?"
"Okay," you began, finding the whole conversation incredibly silly now that his tone had shifted away from serious. "Number 1... he can't wear white when he eats."
"What?" Seonghwa cackled, stopping in his tracks to gaze at you as if you'd just said the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.
"Listen...have you ever tried to get blood out of a white shirt? I don't want to deal with a crazy dry cleaning bill because of my vampire's diet."
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, "Who said he would be a messy eater?"
"Well assuming the vampire is based on you, I know you're a messy eater," you blushed, reminded of how he woke you up this morning.
Seonghwa licked his lips as he recalled his mouth pressed between your legs. "Fair enough. What's number 2?"
"He can't be a weird coffin-sleeping vampire or bat. He needs to at least be human-ish."
"Human-ish?" Seonghwa snickered.
You playfully bumped into him and continued, "Number 3...he would have to have a hobby or something. Eternity is a very long time to be bored."
He grinned and recalled a part of your book, "Like reading every single book in his town library?"
"Exactly!" you laughed. "And number 4 is obvious... he couldn't be a serial killer."
He snorted as though he hadn't expected it.
"I get that blood is a part of the story...but if he kills everyone he bites or hurts people I wouldn't be able to be with him."
"Mmm," Seonghwa hummed as if considering the nuance of the idea. "What if he only kills bad guys?"
"Then I suppose I can make an exception."
He seemed pleased with that answer and began bounding up the steps to your townhome.
"And what's number 5?" he asked while holding open the door.
"That I trust him," you answered softly as you crossed through the threshold into the warmth of your home. "If I didn't, I'd be constantly worried he'd hurt me or use compulsion on me."
Seonghwa shut the door and pulled you close for a kiss. "I'd never use compulsion on you without permission."
You smiled as you imagined him as a vampire and kissed him again. "I know."
His expression softened with your answer and he pulled off his scarf and snowflake-adorned coat as you slipped out of your boots to head into the kitchen. "Do we have hot cocoa?" you called, except he never replied. When you turned to find him, he was leaning against the doorway looking sickly.
"What? Not in a cocoa mood?" you tried to tease, but he didn't even smile a little bit which made your stomach twist.
"I have something to tell you, but I need you to promise that you won't freak out," he said as he began striding towards you.
"Usually when people ask that they're about to confess that they're on a most wanted list or something."
He lifted you onto the counter, "I'm not on a most wanted list."
"Okay," you trailed off, curious as to what could have him so worried.
"You promise to hear me out?"
You had been with Seonghwa long enough to believe he couldn't be hiding anything truly terrible. You swallowed anxiously and nodded just as he leaned in and whispered, "You were right."
"The scary thing you had to tell me is that I was right?" you grinned, happy that it wasn't something so bad. "About what?"
He let out an exhale and looked down as he murmured, "I'm a vampire."
You let out an immediate laugh, believing him to be joking. He looked up, surprised you hadn't believed him, and opened his mouth. The second the two fangs retracted you let out a scream and tried to pull back.
"Shhh," he soothed, eyes begging you to calm down. "I won't hurt you I promise."
"You're a...you're a vampire? Oh my god...oh my god!" you hyperventilated as you gazed at the clock behind him and to the garlic and onions in your ingredient bowl and then to the mirror on the wall where his reflection was visible.
"Baby, look at me," he pleaded.
Your eyes shifted to the half-eaten pizza he'd had at lunch and then to the coat hanging up on the wall. "He wore a jacket," you mumbled to yourself.
"What was that? Baby talk to me. What's going on in that head of yours?"
You turned to him in complete shock. "You...you wore a jacket today because it was cold out. Vampires don't get cold," you told him, having learned that temperature regulation was a constant part of the stories you read.
"That's right. I don't get cold or hot."
"You...you ate pizza at lunch today. There's garlic in pizza. Vampires can't eat garlic."
"That's a myth baby. There's a lot of myths but..." he began softly before you interjected.
"You drink blood?" you asked with tears biting your eyes.
"Yes I do," he said.
Your eyes grew wide with fear, but Seonghwa hushed you again, pulling you to his chest where you always felt safest...even now.
"I don't drink from the vein anymore, baby. I drink animal blood or from blood bags."
"Have you killed people?" you asked while clutching his chest and avoiding his face as the look of his fangs freaked you out.
"Only bad people," he whispered. "Rapists, pedophiles, sex traffickers...all people that didn't deserve life anyway."
You breathed a sigh of relief, and realized something strange when you did so... You trusted him. You believed he was telling the truth which meant that your conditions you'd listed on the snowy walk home were mostly met. You pulled away from his chest to look at him. The fear had mostly dissipated and now you were simply curious and slightly concerned about how he'd kept it a secret from you for so long.
"You've never used compulsion on me?"
"Never," he promised. "Some vampires dabble in it for their partner's sake, but I have never wanted to make you question whether your feelings and beliefs are your own."
You felt comforted by that and how strongly he felt about it. "Can I see the fangs again?" you asked as you felt more prepared now.
Seonghwa nodded as glimmers of pride at your courage shone in his eyes. He opened his mouth again and let the fangs fall.
You jumped back again, still a little startled but were astounded by them at the same time. How did he control them? Did it hurt to push them in and out of visibility? How sharp were they?
You reached out to touch one of them and pulled back right away with a hiss when your thumb got pricked. You saw the first drop of blood fall and tucked your hand to your chest, worry seeping through every pore at the thought of Seonghwa losing control.
He pulled your hand away and brought your thumb to his lips. Your breathing hastened when he wrapped his mouth around your finger, licking right over the wound before pulling back to reveal unharmed skin. You were in awe of it.
"You don't have to be afraid of me," he vowed, his tone so serious that you were inclined to believe him. "I've been practicing my self-control for a really long time.
That caught your attention. You looked up, uncertain if he'd even answer such a question. "How long?"
"I knew you'd want to know that," he sighed, seemingly worried about how you'd react. "I was turned when I was 26...in 1959."
You sucked in a breath and tried to think about what that logically meant...what he would've lived through and how old that would've made him."
"I never matured past 26 if that helps," he added.
"Why were you turned?" you asked, thinking through all of the stories you'd read in your research. "Was it...were you in love?"
"No," he promised as he reached for your hand to hold as if the story pained him to tell. "I was attending an Olympic soccer game, and there was a crowd crush."
"Hwa..." you breathed, feeling so sorry for him for such a tragic ending.
"My brother and parents died instantly but I was taken out by ambulance as someone with the potential to survive. The EMT told me I had too much internal bleeding and I was coding on the way to the hospital. He turned me to save me."
"Your family," you cried as you shook your head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry Hwa."
He offered a soft smile and pulled you in for a hug again, needing it for himself this time. "I really struggled without them for a while. But I've learned to live with it."
"If I were a vampire I'd use compulsion to take away your pain," you hummed as you squeezed him tighter.
"You can't compel a vampire," he frowned. "But thank you, baby. For still caring."
His words were unexpected, but made you realize how afraid he'd been. Not only was he worried you'd be scared of his vampirism...but he was worried you'd leave him for it.
"Hwa," you began as you reached for his cheeks, holding his face between your hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world. "I love you always. You being a vampire doesn't change that."
It was like all the tension left his body at once. All the worry and fear were gone and he was your soft and sweet Hwa again.
"I love you so much," he breathed as he leaned in for a kiss.
It began tentatively as you relearned each other in the new dynamic of vampire and human...but it escalated to a fire that roared beneath the surface of your skin. You moaned and tugged him closer by his roots and wrapped your legs around his waist. He groaned and lifted you with one hand on your ass and the other on your back to provide more support.
"There are so many things I've been wanting to try," he confessed between kisses.
"Like what?" you whined as he set you on the bed and slid the dress over your head.
He hovered over you with his hair framing his face. He always looked so beautiful like this, and you wondered how you'd ever been convinced he was a human.
"Do you trust me?"
Your heart warmed at the question, the answer coming out instantly. "Always."
"We can use compulsion to make sex even better."
"Better than normal? You already get me off better than anyone," you laughed.
"Much...much better," he promised.
You were eager to find out how and let out a soft, "Okay."
Seonghwa kissed you as if to thank you for trusting him before pulling back and pressing his forehead to yours. His pupils dilated to cover his whole iris as he said, "You'll remember this is compulsion, but it won't change that every touch on any part of your body will feel like that last suck of your clit before you cum. You'll want to cum right away, but you won't without permission because you want to make me proud, don't you baby?"
"Mhm," you agreed, mindlessly distracted by his forehead on yours. The feeling had your body arching, and your breath racing. You'd never felt anything like it before.
"Can I finish undressing you?" he asked.
You bit your lip and nodded, but Hwa didn't take anything off right away. He stroked his fingers up your sides and watched you twist in pleasure before teasing you through your bra. "Please, please Hwa I'm so close," you begged.
Seonghwa undid the clasp and ripped your underwear as he often did. The second he touched your chest it felt like a billion fireworks were shooting into the sky but unable to explode.
"Hwa, please. Please baby," you whined as you squeezed yourself to him.
He kissed your neck and jaw to distract you from his hand wandering to your inner thigh. Each kiss left you desperate for more and you turned to capture his lips with yours just as he pushed his fingers into your cunt.
"Fuck!" you squeaked as you spread your legs to give him more access. Seonghwa curled his two fingers inside you as you gasped for breath before noticing his warm lips on your ear.
"You're being so good for me, baby. You always are, aren't you? Always so willing to do whatever I say," he hummed as his thumb began its annihilation on your clit.
You were sobbing at this point and would've done anything to finish. Shaky screams filled the room when he added a third finger. Your toes curled uncomfortably as your arms wrapped around his neck to ground yourself.
"Hwa please," you cried. "Please let me cum, baby."
Seonghwa kissed you through more near-orgasms and soft touches of your breasts. He seemed perfectly content to leave you dangling off the edge forever.
But fortunately for you, he wasn't a monster.
"Cum."
You shattered beneath him while breathlessly clinging to his slender frame. Seonghwa finger fucked you through it and kissed your cheeks as your lips were occupied slurring his name. You were dizzy and euphoric and (most importantly) safe in his arms.
He smiled adorably when you turned to him for kisses once you settled.
"That was...wow," you laughed as you pulled back.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he grinned. You were still so sensitive that your hips spasmed a bit, but he was used to it by now. "Are you up for more or are you..."
"Yes!" you agreed almost too quickly.
He laughed and got up to undress. He did so by yanking his clothes from his frame and sending discarded fabric everywhere. He'd hidden so much of his strength from you, but watching his muscles ripple as he shredded denim had your legs crossing.
"Turned on again already?" he teased as he rejoined you. He sat against the headboard and pulled you to sit on his thighs.
"What are you going to compel me to do this time?" you wondered.
"No compulsion," he began as he ran his fingers through your hair, pushing all of it to one side. "I'd like to feed from you while you ride me."
"Feed from me? As in..."
"As in I'll bite you right here," he explained as he stroked his thumb over your throat. "And you'll feel a high unlike anything you'd ever experienced."
"Even better than what just happened?" you asked in surprise. It seemed impossible for it to escalate beyond that.
"A million times better," he promised. "That will be but a single flower in a field of tulips compared to how you'll feel."
"Okay," you permitted as you hovered above his cock. "But you'll stop if I ask?"
"You won't," he assured you. "But yes...if you change your mind I can stop right away."
With that, you kissed Seonghwa and sank onto his cock. He hissed and pulled back to watch you ride him, your cunt already throbbing around his lengthy member thanks to how sensitive you were.
"Tilt your head for me, baby," he urged as he held one hand on your neck and the other on your waist to guide your pace.
You swallowed nervously but listened. You trusted him implicitly and knew everything would be okay. He began by leaving kisses as you rode him and watching the blush rise to your cheeks. You sighed out his name and tilted further, easing into his touch.
"I love you baby...always," he promised as he sank his teeth in.
All you felt was desire. It filled every single pore and devoured every other feeling until he was all that consumed you. Seonghwa drank with pleasured moans, and you began letting your hands roam across his chest and into his hair and down his back, fingers sinking deeper into his skin the more he latched on. You wanted to touch him everywhere. You wanted to feel him everywhere.
It only took a few minutes before the lightheadedness set in, but even then you weren't fearful. It was like you'd gotten the ultimate high and everything felt light and stimulating. Your eyes blinked lazily but you clung to his chest and back to stay upright.
"The world feels pretty," you giggled with a soft smile. This did feel better than last time...but also completely different.
Seonghwa stopped drinking for a moment to check on you. There was a dribble of blood on his lips that you decided needed cleaning. You leaned forward and lapped it up with your tongue which seemed to catch him by surprise.
"How are you feeling?" he pondered while examining the pink in your cheeks.
"Happy," you hummed with a dazed smile.
"Good," he answered as he tucked your hair behind your ears. "You deserve to be happy my love. You deserve whatever you want in this life."
"All I want is you," you breathed as you looped your arms around his neck to hug him tight. Seonghwa was your everything. Your always.
"You have me," he cooed as he stroked his hand down your spine.
"And you have me," you told him before offering your neck again.
Seonghwa licked his lips and leaned in to the fang marks he'd left behind, licking each one closed much to your dismay.
"I don't want to push it too far tonight, baby. It's dangerous to lose too much blood."
"I didn't lose it. You have it silly," you giggled, the euphoria still hitting hard.
"Mmm you're right, smart girl," he hummed with a consolation kiss that had you wanting more. "You have no idea how happy I am that you're not afraid."
"How could I be afraid?" you frowned. "You're still my Hwa...even if you have sharper teeth and immortality."
"You're so perfect for me," he groaned as he pulled you to the bed to lie with him. He began grinding his cock into you, working you without even trying.
"Maybe I should become a vampire too...so that you don't have to be alone," you suggested as your waist moved to match his. You wouldn't get off like this, but it was nice to feel close to him.
"Is that what you really want?" he asked. "For yourself or for me?"
"I want it, Hwa," you assured him. "For both of us."
"All it requires is one little bite where I use my venom. Just one little prick."
You leaned back and tilted your head again for him, making as much room as possible. "Please. I'm ready," you begged.
Seonghwa kissed you from your lips to your cheeks. He kissed along your jaw and brushed your neck with ghostly cold fingers before kissing your throat.
"Please," you whined again, bracing for the bite.
Seonghwa leaned closer, and you could feel his teeth against your skin. He gently pressed his lips to where he had bitten before, leaving the softest of kisses before pulling back to your disappointed pout. "We need to talk more about it before doing something so permanent, baby."
You frowned and tried to pull away. It felt like the ultimate rejection for him to not want you forever.
"You are my everything, (Y/N), but you just found out about the existence of vampires today. You're in a bite high right now, and I just want us to talk more seriously first so that I know you really want it, okay?"
"You're not mad that I want to be a vampire with you?"
"Of course not," he promised. "This is all I've ever wanted. You and me forever."
You settled against him again, face nuzzled against his chest as he continued his comforting thrusts. "That sounds nice."
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your forehead. "It sounds perfect."
jeong yunho has an insatiable appetite for all things you, all things sex, and the summertime heat does nothing to stop it.
he has a tight grip your sweaty hips, pulling you into his rushed thrusts, growling and groaning as you slip away from him. "fuck, baby," he almost pouts, "where do you think you're going?"
"nowhere, sir-" your breath gets knocked out of you as he suddenly flips you to your stomach, clenching your legs closed with his own as he slips back into you, making you scream into the pillow.
"nowhere is god damn right, sweetheart." his sweltering hand comes in contact with your ass cheek, just to feel you clench around him before he's blanketing your slick body with his own.
the rhythmic plapping of his hips against your ass fills the steamy air, his sweaty palms tracing down your arms until they hold your own. the fan blows quietly as it turns, desperately trying to keep up with the two of your heated breaths. puffs of hot air meet your back as he pants; raising goosebumps in their wake; his head resting on the nape of your neck.
no heat wave or some measly sweat will stop yunho from filling you up with more heat.
A/n: I hope you do like it. Do give me a comment about it.. Like and reposts are always welcome. >w< Sorry that today's chapter kinda short
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Wooyoung woke before his alarm. For a few seconds, he remained lying in bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of his apartment. Then he remembered. The new job. The new office. The new team..
And..
Lee Yeora.
The thought arrived so naturally that it caught him off guard. He frowned himself. It wasn't as though he'd spent the entire night thinking about her. He barely knew her.
They'd exchanged what?
A handful of conversations?
A walk to the archive room?
Yet somehow, she had occupied more space in his thoughts than any coworker should have after a single day.
Strange.
He sat up and rubbed a hand across his face. Fragments of a dream lingered in the back of his mind. Not unusual. Most people dreamed. Most people would forgot about it but this dream felt different. The details remained stubbornly clear.
A dark shoreline.
Black waves.
Silver moonlight stretching across endless water.
And someone standing in the distance.
A woman.
Waiting.
Just beyond his reach.
He could never see her face.
No matter how close he came.
Yet everytime he woke, the same feeling remained.
Familiarity.
Longing.
The certainty that he knew her somehow. Even if that was impossible.
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Wooyoung let out a quiet breath, "You're losing it." The words sounded ridiculous even to him.
A dream was a dream. Nothing more.
Still...
When he'd met Yeora yesterday, something about her had felt oddly familiar.
Not recognition and not memory. Just a strange feeling that settled somewhere beneath his ribs. The same feeling he'd carried away from those dreams.
Coincidence.
Probably.
His phone displayed the time.
6:12 AM.
Earlier than necessary. Yet for some reason, he found himself getting ready with unusual energy. The apartment felt lighter. The morning felt easier.
Even the prospect of navigating a new workplace again didn't seem particularly stressful. He blamed it on finally settling into the company. That was all and nothing more.
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An hour later, he stepped into the office building carrying a coffee he'd barely touched. The lobby buzzed with activity. Employees streamed through security gates.
Conversations drifted through the air. Everything felt familiar despite how new it was. As the elevator climbed toward his floor, he caught himself wondering whether Yeora would already be at her desk.
Something told him she would be as she seemed like the type. The dependable employee. The one who arrived early. The one who remembered everything and somehow knew where every file in the company was located. The thought made him smile.
Soon the elevator doors opened. The department was already busy. Wooyoung greeted a few coworkers as he made his way toward his desk.
Someone waved.
Someone else offered him coffee recommendations.
A few people asked how his first day had gone. The usual workplace small talk.
Normal.
Comfortable.
Easy.
Then he noticed something.
Yeora's desk was empty.
His gaze lingered for a second then another. The chair remained tucked neatly beneath the desk. Computer off. No coffee cup. No bag and nothing.
Weird.
Maybe she was in a meeting or running late?
Or...
"Morning." Minji dropped into the chair beside his desk. Which makes Wooyoung to looked away from the empty workstation.
"Morning."
She took one sip of her iced coffee then immediately grinned, "Oh."
That grin worried him, "What?"
"You noticed."
His eyebrows pulled together, "Noticed what?"
"Yeora."
Wooyoung nearly rolled his eyes.
"Everyone noticed."
"Sure."
Minji's grin widened.
"That's why the first thing you did was look at her desk."
"I wasn't.."
"You were."
"I wasn't."
"You absolutely were."
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Before he could argue further, she laughed.
"Relax. She's not here."
The words landed harder than they should have. Wooyoung tried not to react.
"Where is she?"
Minji shrugged.
"Urgent leave."
His stomach dropped slightly.
Unexpectedly.
Annoyingly.
"Urgent leave?"
"Personal reasons."
The grin faded from Minji's face, "Apparently. She don't usually take urgent leave but I guess today she really does have personal reasons."
Wooyoung nodded.
"Oh."
A strange disappointment settled over him which was ridiculous. He'd known her for less than twenty-four hours. People took leave all the time. It wasn't a big deal. Yet somehow, the office felt different.
Quieter.
As though something was missing.
────୨ৎ────
Minji tilted her head, "You look disappointed."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm really not."
"You are."
Wooyoung sighed, "I'm concerned." That sounded more reasonable. Mostly because it was true. Concern was normal but disappointment was not.
Still...
As the morning wore on, he found his thoughts drifting back to her. The way she'd gone quiet in the hallway. The way she'd frozen after hearing him laugh. The look on her face when she'd insisted that she was fine.
A look that suggested she wasn't. Not even close.
By lunchtime, a different thought had begun to form. One he immediately disliked. What if she was avoiding him? The possibility seemed absurd.
Yet it lingered.
Yesterday, she'd seemed uncomfortable around him as if she was distracted and uneasy.
Maybe his arrival had simply rubbed her the wrong way, maybe she'd found him annoying and maybe she'd been relieved to have an excuse not to come in today.
The thought shouldn't have bothered him. But it did. More than he cared to admit.
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That afternoon, while reviewing documents at his desk, he caught himself glancing toward her empty workstation again. The chair remained untouched. The monitor dark.
No sign that she'd ever been there. Wooyoung stared at it for a moment then shook his head.
Ridiculous.
He barely knew her. Yet somehow, after one conversation and one walk to the archive room, he found himself hoping she would come back tomorrow.
Because for reasons he couldn't explain... the office felt a little less familiar without Lee Yeora in it and somewhere deep inside him, a feeling he couldn't name whispered the same thing it had whispered in his dreams.
Wait.
As though he'd already spent a very long time doing exactly that.
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By lunchtime, Minji had reached a conclusion. A completely reasonable conclusion. A conclusion based entirely on careful observation and not at all on her love of workplace gossip.
Absolutely not.
She stabbed her fork into her pasta and glanced across the office. Wooyoung was sitting at his desk reviewing documents or at least pretending to.
Every few minutes his attention drifted elsewhere. Specifically toward a certain empty desk. A certain desk belonging to a certain woman who currently on urgent leave.
Minji narrowed her eyes.
Then she smiled.
"Oh, this is interesting."
Five minutes later, she was holding her phone. Yeora's contact information stared back at her. She considered calling. Then decided a text was safer.
Less chance of immediate murder. Her thumbs moved quickly.
'How are you feeling?'
The reply arrived surprisingly fast.
'Fine.'
Minji snorted.
Classic Yeora.
The woman could be standing in the middle of a natural disaster and still reply with fine.
She typed again.
'Good. Because your mysterious absence has become today's office entertainment.'
A few seconds passed.
'What does that mean?'
Minji grinned.
'It means people noticed you're gone.'
'That's normal.'
'It also means a certain new employee noticed.'
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Then...
'What new employee?'
Minji nearly laughed out loud.
'Oh, so we're pretending not to know who I'm talking about.'
No response.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
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She glanced across the office. Right on cue, Wooyoung looked up from his desk. His gaze drifted toward Yeora's empty workstation.
Again.
Minji felt vindicated. Soon her phone buzzed.
'Minji.. Don't start.'
Too late.
She was absolutely starting.
'For your information, Jung Wooyoung asked where you were.'
Several seconds passed. Longer than usual.
Then...
'He probably needed something work-related.'
'Nope.'
'Minji.'
'What? It's true. He looked disappointed.'
Across the office, Wooyoung was currently trying to focus on a report. Minji watched him for a second then looked back at her phone.
'You should've seen his face when I said you took urgent leave.'
'You are making things up.
'I am not.'
'You are literally making things up right now.'
'Yeora.'
'The man checked your empty desk at least six times today.'
The reply didn't come immediately. Which told Minji everything she needed to know because Yeora usually answered messages within seconds.
Now she was thinking.
Dangerous.
Eventually...
'You counted?'
Minji laughed out loud this time. A coworker glanced at her and she ignored them.
'The fact that THAT'S your takeaway is concerning.'
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Meanwhile, several kilometers away, Yeora sat cross-legged on her couch staring at her phone. She had re-read Minji's messages three times. Not because she believed them because she didn't want to.
The thought of Wooyoung asking about her shouldn't matter. The thought of him noticing that she was absent shouldn't matter. The thought of him being disappointed.. Definitely shouldn't matter.
Her phone buzzed again.
Another message.
'Should I tell him you're secretly avoiding him?'
Yeora nearly dropped the phone.
She typed furiously.
'DO NOT.'
The reply arrived instantly.
'THAT WAS VERY FAST.'
'MINJI.'
'Interesting reaction.'
'I hate you.'
'Love you too.'
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Back at the office, Minji smiled triumphantly and locked her phone then she looked up. Unfortunately, she discovered Wooyoung standing beside her desk. Holding a folder and looking mildly suspicious.
"Why do you look so pleased with yourself?"
Minji's smile widened.
"Oh, no reason."
Wooyoung immediately looked concerned. That was usually a bad sign.
"Minji."
"What?"
"What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"You definitely did something."
She gasped dramatically.
"You wound me."
"Minji."
"I'm just maintaining workplace morals."
Wooyoung stared at her.
"That's somehow the least reassuring answer possible."
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And somewhere in her apartment, Yeora found herself looking at a text conversation she should have closed five minutes ago. Thinking about a coworker she barely knew and wondering why the idea that he had noticed her absence made her heart beat just a little faster.
➢ In which you decide to test the infamous “Can I hold it?” question on the boys right as they are trying to go to the bathroom. ➢ purely comedic, urination mentioned, pissing kink mentioned (joke), suggestive, alcohol consumption, inspired by this post, minors do not interact ➢ 2.6k ➢ hyung line version
#San
San had been attached to your side all evening, but he finally stood up from the bed, stretching his arms over his head with a lazy yawn that had his shirt lifting just enough to show a bit of skin. “I’ll be right back, baby,” he murmured, giving your hair a fond tug as he started walking toward the bathroom.
You sat up, clearing your throat to keep your voice steady. “Hey, Sannie?”
“Yeah?” He paused with his hand on the doorframe, turning his head to look at you.
“Can I hold it?”
“...Hold what?”
You pointed directly at his lap. “You know.”
San’s eyebrows twitched, “Oh.” He fully turned around, leaning his back against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked you up and down, “You want to hold… my penis?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed, trying to maintain your confidence, though your heart was suddenly hammering.
“Like while I’m peeing?” San chuckled, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, and taking a slow step backward into the bathroom.
“Yeah.”
“Just to see what it's like?”
You shrugged, trying to act casual. “Maybe.”
He tilted his head, a dimpled smirk cutting across his face. “Well, come on then.”
You got right out of bed, marched into the bathroom, and rolled up your sleeves.
San leaned his hips back against the sink, looking down at you with an incredibly serious expression. “Alright. Any questions before we begin?”
You blinked up at him. “Why are you acting like this is a workshop?”
“Because this is your first time,” he explained logically, nodding his head.
“It’s not—”
“It is your first time holding a peeing penis,” San corrected, his tone entirely flat and matter-of-fact.
You let out a heavy sigh, realising he was right. “Fair.”
San’s smile widened as he watched you take your position, completely focused, determined to do a good job. “Alright, are you ready?” he teased, leaning his head back as he waited for you to do your thing.
A moment later, disaster struck. The stream started, and you instantly panicked. The angle changed, threatening his sweatpants. You rapidly adjusted but then the pressure shifted, and the angle changed again.
You adjusted a second time, but in your panic to maintain control of the stream, you adjusted way, way too much.
“OW!” San nearly launched himself back, his body went rigid, back slamming violently against the mirror behind him as his eyes practically threatened to pop out of his head.
You immediately let go, throwing your hands in the air like you’d just been caught red-handed at a crime scene. “Oh my god!”
“BABY!” San shrieked, his voice cracking into a register so high it could have shattered the bathroom lightbulbs.
“I'M SORRY!” you yelled back, backing up until your spine hit the closed door.
“You bent it!” San accused, his face instantly exploding into a furious, sweaty shade of crimson as he wheezed for air. “You absolutely bent it!”
“I DID NOT BEND IT!” you argued defensively, your face burning .
“You absolutely bent it!” he insisted.
“I was trying to steer!”
“STEER?!” San echoed, looking at you like you had lost your mind. “It's not a garden hose!”
The image of a garden hose was the final straw. You completely doubled over, clutching your stomach as tears of laughter started streaming down your face. “I DIDN’T KNOW IT MOVED SO MUCH!”
“Moved so much?” San repeated as he wiped a tear from his eye, still hovering protectively over his lap. “What did you think was going to happen? What did you expect?”
“I thought it would be more cooperative!”
“Cooperative?”
“Yes!”
San stared at you in dead silence. Then, he slowly looked up at the ceiling, as if asking the universe what he had done to deserve this. Then, he looked right back down at you, his shoulders bouncing as a massive, uncontrollable laughter completely consumed him. “Out. Out of the bathroom. Mission aborted.”
#Mingi
Mingi was in peak drunk form—a little too touchy for a club, arm draped over your hips, and lips always chasing yours for a kiss. You were trying to get him to drink some water when suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he gasped as if he had just remembered a life-saving piece of information. “Babe,” he whined, leaning his entire body weight onto you, his face burying into your neck. “Babe, I gotta pee. Like, so bad. My bladder is going to explode.”
“Okay, let’s go then,” you laughed, shoving his heavy frame toward the bathroom. Mingi let out a whining noise, but he let you guide him, his body stumbling slightly against yours as you dragged him down the crowded club. You kept your hand firmly planted on the small of his back until you finally reached the bathroom door. You grabbed the doorknob, turning it to make sure it was empty, and looked back at him. “Alright, in you go. Don’t fall asleep in there.”
Mingi pulled you right along with him as he stepped backward into the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you. “Can you hold it for me?” he blurted out, deciding this was the perfect time to use his “stage voice.”
Your jaw dropped. “What are you talking about?!” you hissed.
“I’m tired!” he protested, his lower lip trembling as he did a little dramatic stomp. “My arms are so heavy, babe. I can’t do it by myself, I’m gonna miss and pee my pants.”
“I am not holding it while you pee,” you backed up until your spine hit the door.
Mingi leaned one hand against the wall right next to you, trapping you easily. “Why not?” he leaned down, warm breath fanning across your neck. “Don’t be shy now. It’s not like you haven’t held it before.”
Your face exploded into a violent pink. “Oh my god!” you gasped, swatting his chest. “Not for peeing! That is completely different and you know it!”
“Same object, different context,” he nudged his knee between yours, looking down at you with a teasing grin that was definitely fuelled by more than just the alcohol. “Come on. Just give your boyfriend a hand. I’ll even let you do whatever you want with it after.”
“Jesus Christ,” you huffed, rolling your eyes at him, but your hands were already moving, settling onto his zipper. “I'm helping you because you’re a drunk mess,” you clarified, looking up at him with completely unbothered expression. “But that’s all you’re getting in here. If you think we’re
doing anything remotely sexy in a disgusting club bathroom, you’re out of your goddamn mind. So stand still, look at the wall, and let’s get this over with.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he whispered, his voice entirely dazed as he quickly snapped his gaze on the bathroom wall, completely frozen in place.
You kept your face blank, focused on the task at hand to avoid dying of secondhand embarrassment. Taking careful aim, you made sure your grip was secure, steady, and—most importantly—completely void of any sexual motions.
As the stream started, Mingi let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping. “This is crazy,” he mumbled, a love-struck smile taking over his face. “You’re so cool baby. Most girlfriends would just leave me to pee on my own shoes, but you’re here with me. That’s true love.”
“Mingi, if you keep talking, I’m letting go,” you threatened, though the corners of your mouth twitched with a smile.
“I’m quiet!” he squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut.
The second he finished, you didn’t waste a single moment. You tucked everything back in, zipped him up, and slapped his chest. “Done. Wash your hands.”
Mingi turn around to look at you as you immediately began scrubbing your own hands with an aggressive amount of soap. A massive, smug grin spread across his face as he leaned against the sink next to you, nudging your shoulder with his. “So...” he hummed, his voice dropping back into that low, suggestive register. “You said nothing sexy in here. Does that mean the ride home is still a green light?”
#Wooyoung
You slid over from your side of the sofa, plopping down right beside Wooyoung, your shoulder bumping into his. You folded your hands neatly over your knees, a wide, suspicious smile plastered across your face.
Wooyoung’s thumb instantly froze on his phone screen. Without moving his head, his eyes flicked sideways to look at you. “Oh no,” he gasped as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table. He turned his body to face you, pulling a throw pillow into his lap. “Why do you look like that? What did you do?”
You smacked his arm, the dull thud followed by a loud whine from him. “Nothing! Just answer honestly.”
“That sentence has never led me anywhere good,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to read your expression.
You cleared your throat, trying desperately to keep your posture straight and your face completely blank. “Can I hold your...” You paused, the words catching in your throat for a split second as you looked down. Wooyoung tilted his head, his gaze following yours. “...wee-wee.”
Wooyoung looked down at his own lap, then looked back up at your face, “My what?”
You pointed vaguely toward his lap, your cheeks starting to burn. “Your wee-wee.”
“Are you five?”
“Stop interrupting!” you hissed, swatting at his knee.
“Do you also call cars ‘vroom-vrooms’?” he shot back.
“Can I finish?!”
He threw his hands up, gesturing dramatically toward you. “Please. Go ahead. This is apparently a very important kindergarten discussion.”
You took a deep breath, ignoring the fact that his shoulders were already shaking with suppressed laughter. “Can I hold your wee-wee when you pee?”
“What?!” he shrieked, his voice cracking into high-pitched, laugh.
The dam broke, and you immediately started laughing, burying your burning face in your hands. “Just answer the question!” you yelled over his laughter.
“No! Explain yourself!” Wooyoung gasped for air, his face turning a shade of pink as he pointed a trembling finger at you.
“There’s nothing to explain!”
“There is everything to explain!” He shifted on the couch, leaning in close. “Why do you want to hold it?”
“I don’t know!” you wailed, your shoulders shaking from a mix of laughter and embarrassment.
“Do you have some kind of pissing kink?”
“NO!” you screamed, throwing a couch pillow directly into his face.
Wooyoung caught it easily, tossing it aside with a smug smirk. “Then why is this your dream?”
“It’s not my dream!”
“You’ve been thinking about this," he accused smoothly, leaning closer until his nose almost brushed yours, thoroughly enjoying how flustered he was making you. “You’ve been plotting. You sat there, looked at me, and thought, ‘Yes, today is the day I want to hold his wee-wee in the bathroom.’”
“I HAVE NOT!”
Wooyoung was already shaking his head, sighing heavily. “Unbelievable.”
“What?” you asked, wiping a tear of laughter from your eye.
“I let you into my life, my home, my heart—”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, knowing exactly where his dramatic ass was taking this.
“—and now,” Wooyoung continued, his voice dropping into a whisper before he suddenly snatched your wrist, “you’re trying to steal my job.” Before you could even process the words, Wooyoung exploded into action. He leaped off the couch, using his grip on your wrist to haul you right along with him.
“Wait, what are you doing?! Let go!” you laughed, your socks sliding across the floor as he effortlessly dragged you down the hallway.
“No way! You made the request, now you have to see it through!” Wooyoung yelled back, throwing the bathroom door open with a dramatic bang. He pulled you inside, backing up against the sink and leaning against it with a challenging, intensely suggestive grin. He reached down, his fingers playfully tapping the waistband of his sweatpants. “Come on then, my little pervert,” he teased as he raised an eyebrow at your bright red face. “The stage is yours. Let’s see what you’ve got. But if you miss the bowl, you’re scrubbing the floor!”
#Jongho
Your eyes practically burned holes into Jongho’s back as he walked towards the bathroom. You knew this was a high-risk gamble. Your boyfriend was, after all, an absolute menace, and if you actually went through with this, he would never, ever let you live it down. In his mind, this trend was undoubtedly the stupidest thing the internet had ever conceived.
“Honey?” you called out the moment you heard the click of the bathroom door swinging open. “Wait a minute!”
You quickly scrambled out of bed and rushed down the hallway, turning the corner just in time to meet his completely unamused, deadpan stare. He hadn’t even stepped inside yet; he was just waiting for you, one hand resting on the doorknob. “No.” That was all he said as he immediately began to pull the door shut right in your face.
“No?! What do you mean no?!” you gasped, throwing your weight against the door to stop it.
Jongho didn’t even look surprised. “I know exactly what you’re going to ask, and the answer is no.” You quickly shoved your foot in the doorframe right before it could click shut, forcing it back open. Jongho let out a heavy, long-suffering sigh, standing with his hands on his hips.
“Jongho, come on, you don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“You’ve been staring at your phone for hours, you had a weird smirk on your face, and you just followed me to the bathroom,” Jongho listed off, entirely unamused, his voice perfectly calm. Then, he reached into his pocket, holding up his phone. “What's that?” you asked.
“Evidence.”
“Evidence?”
On the screen was the exact video you’d been watching. You gasped. “HOW DID YOU FIND THAT?”
“You reposted it.”
“Oh.”
“I am not doing it baby. Now, get your foot out of my door.”
You gasped, genuinely offended by how well he knew you. “It’s a bonding exercise! It builds trust!”
“It builds a mess on the floor,” Jongho corrected immediately, not breaking eye contact for a single second. “I am a grown man. I pee on my own for over twenty years. I do not need a supervisor, especially one who is probably going to try something stupid.”
“I won’t try anything! I just wanna hold it!” you whined, taking a bold step inside the bathroom anyway. “Just let me try once. Please?”
“No.”
“Just once?”
“No.”
“Five seconds?”
“No.”
“Three?”
“No.”
“Are you seriously telling me you’re too scared to let your own girlfriend help you out?” You delivered the line with a sly grin, completely intentional. You knew exactly what you were doing, aiming right for his pride, fully expecting him to crack a competitive smile and challenge you right back.
Instead, Jongho just stood there. The silence stretched between you for a long moment until a tiny, knowing smirk finally broke. Slowly, he raised his hand. You braced yourself, but instead of pushing you out, he just reached over and fondly ruffled your hair. “Nice try,” he hummed, his voice entirely calm as he dropped his hand back down. “But no.”
“Jongho—”
“You can hold it in our bedroom whenever you want, though,” he added carelessly. He leaned in just an inch closer, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Now get out,” Jongho chuckled as he gently but firmly gripped your shoulders and spun you around, pushing you out into the hallway. “I actually have to use the restroom. Go think about what you’ve done.”
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