trying to explain to my parents that i want a job so i don't feel guilty for using their money on silly goofy things while they tell me that I can do whatever I want and that its technically mine but its not and so now I feel bad and get called cheap when i say no to something or stare at the price
personal peeve : when people flood the tag so people will read their work ...
lemme explain : putting all the relevant tags is good and important but im gonna be so fr I should nawt be seeing member x member or member x oc in the x reader tag ... like i understand the x reader tag is most popular but do not flood the tag with those works because those people who are clearly not the target audience for the effort your putting into it and do not tag members that are not the main character or involved in the fic this is sm that pmo cause ill be scrolling through tags but find everything but what the tag suggests
in which jeong yunho has to tell you that no, you haven't broken up, and two, that he's kinda famous or something like that ...
pairing: idol!yunho x nonidol!chronicallyoffline!reader + established relationship
wordcount : 5.6k
genre : fluff + crack
author's note : inspired by recent events ... just something silly goofy for a silly goofy guy + finally making my ateez debut + and yes the title is a descendants reference
playlist : light by ateez . promise by ateez . pretty u by seventeen . tongue tied by grouplove . seasons by joon .
comments and reblogs are appreciated !
Jeong Yunho wished he was Spiderman.
At least Spiderman was saving lives and therefore had a proper reason to lie.
At least Spiderman was helping people for the greater good and therefore had a reason to keep secrets from the people he loved.
At least Spiderman didn't have reporters announcing that he had broken up with his girlfriend of three years the second he started trending again.
Yeah… Yunho really wished he was Spiderman.
Instead, he was an idol waking up to headlines claiming he'd dumped his girlfriend of three years the moment his group's new EP reached #1 on the Billboard charts.
And now, he somehow had to explain to his sweetheart—the love of his life and the apple of his eye—why people suddenly cared about his relationship.
And not just "people" as in the neighbourhood aunties or the uncle who always slipped you an extra peach at the farmer's market.
No.
"People" as in journalists he'd never met and teenagers halfway across the world doomscrolling on their phones.
Normally, that wouldn't have been an issue. He could've just called you, reassured you that everything was under control, and promised that the company would handle it.
That would've been the plan… if it weren't for one very minor detail.
You weren't exactly aware of the company, the music, or the fact that he sang and danced for a living.
And when he tried to explain the situation, Hongjoong and Wooyoung had spent a solid five minutes laughing in his face before either of them remembered to offer advice.
It was seven thirty in the morning, and their flight to Rome was that night. Normally, he'd be half-assing his packing with Yeosang right about now.
Instead, he'd been jolted awake by back-to-back calls from his brother, his manager, and eventually half the people in his contacts, all asking him the exact same question.
Did you really break up with Y/N?
With that being his wake-up call, he promptly shoved whatever he deemed suitable into his suitcase and rushed to the Captain's apartment, needing to know what he should do.
Hongjoong sighed, the under-eye bags becoming more apparent as he let out a soft laugh at the situation.
Yunho followed his Captain into his bedroom, trying to decipher whether the shorter man would revert to his old days of making him kneel so he could scold the life out of him.
Instead, he was pleasantly surprised when Hongjoong simply patted the bed before settling into his office chair.
"So," Hongjoong sighed, "how exactly did you manage to date someone for three years without mentioning you're an idol?"
Yunho smiled sheepishly, ears turning pink at the mere thought of you.
"In my defense, it never really felt important."
Hongjoong stared at him.
Yunho sighed and stretched his impossibly long legs, immediately bumping them against the chair.
He ignored Hongjoong's glare as he cleared his throat to explain.
"Remember when I told you that I met her at a gaming cafe?" he asked.
The Captain nodded.
"I lied."
Hongjoong blinked.
"I met her in the farmer's market beside the cafe."
Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows, "Why the fuck didn't you just say that?"
Yunho shook his head, "I had a bet with Mingi."
Hongjoong blinked again, "About what?"
"Who could last longer eating vegetables than you," Yunho sheepishly replied.
Hongjoong leaned over the bed to smack Yunho upside the arm before motioning for him to continue.
"I met her by bumping into her at the fruit stand and accidentally made her drop her fruit. Some of it landed on me," Yunho said, remembering the look of shock on your face when you had bumped into him.
It was funny how, out of everything that had happened over the last three years, that moment was still the easiest to remember.
It had been a long week. Practice had dragged on for hours, recording hadn't gone the way he'd wanted, and by the end of it all, the last thing Yunho wanted was to spend another minute in the dance studio surrounded by his members.
So, before he accidentally snapped at one of them—or some poor unsuspecting stranger—he dragged himself to the gaming cafe. He let his manager know where he was going before leaving, making it very clear he wanted to be alone.
Was it harsh?
Yeah.
But it was needed.
He had blown off five hours just playing Valorant, trying to put all his frustration into this one game so no one in real life would be offended by an eye roll or a glare.
And somehow, it worked.
It took him five hours, but when Yunho walked back out of the gaming cafe, he felt more at peace than he had felt in the past three weeks.
In fact, he felt so peaceful that he barely registered the fruit market happening in front of him.
At least, not until he was suddenly on the floor, staring up at a girl who seemed torn between grieving her fresh raspberries and realizing those same raspberries had ruined his white sweatshirt.
And instead of apologizing for the mess, she asked in the sweetest voice he had ever heard:
"Are you okay?"
Yunho felt his throat close up, as if seven years of vocal training had disappeared overnight. All he could do was nod.
You let out a smile, relieved that no harm was done, “Good,” you said.
Yunho nodded again, not even registering whether he was agreeing or simply reacting because your smile had made his heart beat faster than it ever had.
You quickly gathered the fruit that had survived the collision and tucked it back into your tote bag, one that cutely said a bag full of sunshine with suns around it, before giving your hand to him.
He stared at you. It was ridiculous, really. A six-foot-three man reduced to staring by a pretty girl. Besides, you were only helping him stand up. It wasn’t exactly a marriage proposal.
Unfortunately, his moment of silent admiration lasted only until you started dragging him in the opposite direction from where he was supposed to be heading.
He tapped your back, awkwardly twisting his body to not cause you any discomfort by his confusion, “Where are we going?” he asked.
You looked at him and smiled, "There's a cafe down the street. The least I can do is let you clean yourself up."
Yunho slowly nodded, Not a single ounce of media training remained at this point, as he continued following you. Letting you navigate the city of Seoul with him trailing behind you.
If there was one thing he had learned from all the times he had been introduced to the members, it was that it was better to be quiet sometimes.
When he first met Yeosang, he learned that the pretty boy was much more fun to talk to when you let him set the pace of the conversation.
When he first met Hongjoong, he learned that the elder loved talking about music.
And now, as he followed you through Seoul, he learned that you smelled like baked goods and hummed a sweet song under your breath.
He didn’t know your name yet.
But somehow, he already wanted to know everything else.
Hongjoong sighed. "So, you never told her you were an idol?"
Yunho shrugged, trying to hide the anxiety creeping into his voice. "It just never came up."
Hongjoong deadpanned, "The fuck do you mean it never came up?"
Yunho shrugged once more, as if that somehow answered the question.
Hongjoong rubbed a hand over his face, silently praying away any wrinkles before he found himself at the centre of a plastic surgery scandal.
"She never questioned why you were always in a mask, coming home late, or absent for months at a time?" he asked, trying to make any sense of the situation.
"She runs a cafe," Yunho said slowly. "So... I think she just assumed I worked somewhere with weird hours too?"
Hongjoong opened his mouth to form a response. Any response.
Instead, the bedroom door slammed open.
"What do you mean she doesn't know?" Mingi exclaimed.
Yunho sighed, already knowing Wooyoung's laughter had something to do with this.
Hongjoong answered for him. "Yes, Mingi. Yunho's girlfriend of three years has absolutely no clue that we're Ateez."
Yunho looked down at his feet.
"I think she thinks Ateez is just … a fun word I made up," he mumbled.
For a second, the room fell completely silent.
Then Hongjoong smacked Yunho upside the arm as Mingi doubled over laughing and Wooyoung pointed at him, barely able to breathe.
It wasn't that you hated the internet.
It was just that you never wanted to depend on it.
Maybe you had watched one too many doomsday movies. Or maybe it was because you had grown up in a small rural community where life didn't revolve around a Wi-Fi signal. Either way, you strongly believed that being able to get by without the internet was a good skill to have.
So, instead of YouTube videos, you watched films.
Instead of streaming music, you bought vinyl records and CDs to play while baking.
Instead of locking yourself away to doomscroll for hours, you went on walks, browsed your local bookstore, or curled up with a novel.
It wasn't like you were completely offline, though.
You still messaged your friends, answered emails, and managed the social media pages for your café and bakery, a bag full of sunshine. You just didn't feel the need to know what every celebrity, influencer, or stranger on the internet was doing every second of the day.
Besides, choosing to ignore most of the internet didn't make you clueless—a fact your boyfriend always seemed weirdly fascinated by.
You would simply roll your eyes and remind him that people had managed just fine before the internet ever existed.
Yunho would only laugh before wrapping you up in a hug, effectively distracting you long enough to steal a spoonful of your lemon custard.
You'd laugh too, watching with a warmth in your chest as he continued sneaking spoonful after spoonful until, with an exaggerated sigh, you'd give in and slide an entire tray of freshly baked treats in front of him.
You weren't dumb.
You knew there was a part of Yunho's life he never talked about.
After all, to your knowledge, no job required coming home at three in the morning or disappearing on five-month-long business trips.
But if he wasn't ready to tell you yet, that was okay.
Because as you watched him happily devour the blueberry tart you'd made for him, the purple juice staining his lips and the corners of his smile, you found that you didn't really care.
Whatever it was, he'd tell you when he was ready.
Until then, all that mattered was that, somehow, at the end of every long day, he always found his way back to you.
Yunho's dilemma somehow resulted in eight people yelling inside an apartment meant for three.
Jongho simply sighed and double-checked that all the suitcases were packed before letting everyone else argue.
Meanwhile, Yunho on Wooyoung’s favourite couch as San and Seonghwa took turns reminding him just how unbelievably stupid he had been.
"How do you go to bed every night knowing you've been lying to her this whole time?" San demanded. "Do you not have any shame?"
Seonghwa let out a long sigh. "Do you know how awkward it's going to be telling her this three years into the relationship?"
Yunho simply nodded, glancing around the room in search of anyone—anyone—who might be on his side.
Instead, he was met with stifled laughter, averted gazes, and Mingi suddenly finding the ceiling incredibly interesting.
San, encouraged by the complete lack of opposition, continued.
"I mean, what is she supposed to think? She wakes up today to headlines saying the two of you broke up without even knowing the rest of the world cared in the first place."
Yunho could feel himself growing defensive.
He knew he should've told you.
Probably before your first anniversary.
Maybe even before introducing you to the word "Ateez" as if it were some fun little phrase he'd invented.
But that was a problem for another day.
Right now, he was about to argue back—about to point out that San had never even met you, that none of them knew you well enough to assume how you'd react, and that only—
"Well," Yeosang interrupted, "I think you're all underestimating her."
San turned to Yeosang, eyes softening for the boy who would always look cute to him, “Yeosang,” San sighed, “he didn’t tell her his job for three years,”
Yeosang shook his head, which caught the attention of everyone as the usually passive boy made his opinion known, “Yeah, that’s bad,” he said, “but she’s not dumb either.”
The room stayed silent, as Yunho stared at the floor while his roommate defended him.
“Have you met her?” Jongho asked, from his spot on the arm rest of the couch.
Yeosang simply shrugged, “She would always put a scoop of protein powder in the cookies she made me,”
Yunho smiled at the reminder, you really were so cute. Looking back, he wasn't entirely convinced Yeosang had even noticed the protein powder.
"She definitely knew Yunho wasn't some office worker living with a roommate," Yeosang said. "I just don't think she cared enough to ask."
Hongjoong sat at the office chair he had dragged from out of his room, "Why wouldn't she ask?" Hongjoong frowned. "Her boyfriend's being shady as fuck. For all she knows, he's secretly a hitman."
Mingi shook his head, “No I see what Yeosang’s saying.” He looked at Hongjoong to prove his point, “I mean,” Mingi gestured towards Yunho, “Yunho can’t even hurt a fly.”
Wooyoung let out a laugh, still drowsy but conscious enough to find humour, “Tell that to all the spiders he killed in the practice room.”
Wooyoung’s thigh was immediately pinched by Mingi.
“I mean none of us have actually met her, other than me and Yeosang, and no one in their right mind would not question their boyfriend’s work schedule”
Seonghwa was the one to furrow his eyebrows, saving Hongjoong’s forehead vein from popping out, “When did you meet her?”
Mingi hummed, “When we did our fanmeeting in Japan like two years ago,” he paused, trying to remember how exactly he met you, “Yunho took me to meet her cause she was catering the desserts at her friend’s wedding.”
Seonghwa stared at Mingi, then moved his gaze to Yunho, “How did he get to meet her and not us?”
Yunho’s ears turned red, feeling the judgemental glares of everyone around him, “No one asked?” he replied meekly.
Seven pairs of eyes stared at him.
Yunho gulped.
He forced his long legs into motion and reached for his keys on the table beside Hongjoong.
“I’ll tell her,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. He grabbed his keys, “I’ll tell her right now,” he said, turning to everyone else watching him, “and if she’s still with me, you all can meet her,”
Yeosang shook his head, “She’s not gonna break up with you over this,”
Yunho shook his head, he knew Yeosang was right, but it didn’t stop the ball of emotions that formed after being told he was a shady boyfriend.
Mingi looked at him, silently hesitating before asking, “Do you want moral support?”
Yunho was about to nod, wanting nothing more than someone to tell him that he would be okay.
But that thought ended when Seonghwa smacked Mingi, “Your suitcase isn’t even packed,”
Mingi blinked, before turning to Yunho and flashing an apologetic smile.
Yunho sighed, and turned towards the exit, leaving the seven men he called his second family to argue over the definition of neatly packed.
As he walked to get to his car, Yunho took a deep breath.
He would tell you.
He had always planned on telling you. He'd just never imagined the internet would beat him to it.
And all he could do now was hope that, once you knew everything, you'd still look at him the way you always had.
You woke up to your phone buzzing violently against your bedside table.
Which was strange, because everyone whose number you had saved knew the best way to get in touch with you was to call. Texts were usually reserved for things that could wait until after breakfast.
Instead, you were greeted by an onslaught of notifications, each vibration making your phone buzz louder against the wood until it had somehow heated itself into a miniature stove burner and vibrated straight off the edge of the table onto the floor.
You stared at it.
Then, slowly made the move to pick it up.
You stared at the notifications that you were seeing.
Your mom messaged you, “Sweetheart, how did you and Yunho break up?”
Your friends had all messaged you variations of, “Are you okay, I knew he was an ass anyways,”
Even the group chat with everyone from a bag full of sunshine had turned into a wall of messages asking if you were alright.
You furrowed your eyebrows.
Especially at the overall insinuation.
Because to your knowledge, you and Yunho never broke up.
In fact as you swiped to your most frequently used chat, you could clearly see that seven hours ago you and your boyfriend were saying goodnight to each other after you agreed to have a Spiderman marathon with themed treats in honour of the new one coming out.
So, what the fuck does everyone mean by consoling you about your break up.
You shook your head, letting yourself put your phone down and start with your day.
You would ask him later.
There had to be a reasonable explanation for this?
Breakups generally required both people involved to know they were happening.
With that comforting thought, you forced yourself out of bed and started getting ready for the day, reminding yourself that everything was fine.
After all, why does the world care whether you and Yunho were dating?
Yunho made sure to get flowers before arriving at your apartment.
Actually, he made sure to order the flowers from the delivery service to make sure they would arrive at your apartment the same time he did.
You weren’t a violent person, he knew that.
You would always try to coax a bug out of the house rather than smush it, you always scrunched up around loud noises, and you were the reason he stopped yelling and cursing during heated games.
However, he had also seen you threatening to swing a french rolling pin at a customer who decided, three hours before their wedding, that they wanted to swap the vanilla cake they'd spent months planning for a spicy hot chocolate one.
Looking back, Yunho still wasn't entirely convinced you'd been joking, especially when you'd stood there muttering curses he hadn't even known you were capable of saying.
As he accepted the bouquet and tipped the delivery driver double, he let out a slow breath.
ATINY had spent years insisting that no one could resist him if he showed up with sparkly eyes, a boyfriend outfit, and flowers.
Then again, you didn’t even know what an ATINY was.
He could only hope they were right.
As he walked up to your apartment, his home away from home away from home, he found himself rehearsing what he would say.
After all, it wasn’t as if he could just come into your house and act like nothing happened. Especially when you'd forgotten to send him your usual good morning message—the habit he'd spent months coaxing you into.
Yunho couldn’t stop his racing heartbeat as he reached your door, the smell of warm tea and fresh fruit drifting from inside the apartment.
His hand automatically moved to the door handle, long fingers itching to put in the code that only the two of you knew.
However he stopped himself, knowing that barging in to explain would probably make it seem much more horrible.
He knew you. He knew that you were calm and understanding and that you respected him.
He just wasn’t sure whether today would be the day he finally tested the endless patience you always seemed to have for him.
He held his breath.
Then he rang the doorbell.
You enjoyed your morning routine.
Maybe it was because you didn't have a typical office job, or maybe it was because being self-employed meant your mornings actually belonged to you, but you genuinely loved waking up early and taking care of yourself.
That would've been the case.
If you weren't currently arguing with your mum over the fact that you and Yunho had not broken up.
"No, Mom," you hissed into your phone while reaching for the honey. "For the seventh time, I'm still in a perfectly healthy relationship."
Your mom clicked her tongue on the other end of the line.
"Sweetheart, it's okay to admit your mistakes. I raised you. If you can't admit them to me, who can you admit them to?"
You furrowed your eyebrows, setting the carton of milk back in the fridge before stirring your honey-lemon tea.
"What mistakes, Mom?"
She let out a long, disappointed sigh. "This is exactly why he broke up with you," she declared. "Because you refuse to admit when you're wrong."
The doorbell echoed through your apartment, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief, silently praying that whoever was on the other side would give you a perfectly valid excuse to hang up.
“I still don’t know how you heard of this supposed break-up,” you muttered into the phone, walking to the door.
You opened the door, ignoring your mom’s sputtering as you stared at who was in front of you.
It was Yunho.
Or, according to everyone else, your ex-boyfriend.
You stared at him.
He stared back with wide brown eyes, slightly pouted lips, and a bouquet of your favourite flowers clutched in his hands. Normally you would melt, but you were currently irritated with being berated on the phone.
You gently tugged him into your apartment, and simply handed your phone to him.
“Explain.”
You took the flowers from his hands, placed your phone into them instead, and walked back toward the kitchen as if the situation had sorted itself out.
Yunho stumbled inside before automatically slipping off his shoes, all while becoming the latest victim of your mum's interrogation.
You moved to put the flowers in the vase that you and Yunho made on a pottery date seven months ago, carefully trimming the ends of each stem.
Yunho walked into the living room, “No mom, I promise that we have not broken up,” he muttered into your phone.
You rolled your eyes at the giggles you heard from the other side of the phone, this just proved to you that if the two of you were to break up, your mom would miss him more.
With a few more reassurances from Yunho, and all the ends trimmed, the call had ended.
Yunho set your phone down on the coffee table, moving to stand in front of you.
The apartment fell quiet.
For the first tim that morning, there was no one else to interrupt.
And now, it was just the two of you.
Yunho spent two years training to be an idol.
That training didn't just involve singing and dancing. It also involved learning exactly what to say when everything went wrong.
If someone insulted him to his face, he was taught to smile, thank them for their concern, and redirect the conversation towards the hard work the group had put into their music.
If a fan confessed to him, he was taught to smile just as warmly, thank them for their love and support, and gently establish a respectful boundary.
All those scenarios, all those weird roleplay sessions with Hongjoong that always ended up with San and Wooyoung rating their performance.
And yet Yunho found himself unable to say a word to you.
He watched as you stood with your back to the table and the flowers he bought already ready to sit pretty against the windowsill.
You were beautiful.
He had known from the first time you met, and yet now it was clearer than ever.
Because you were staring at him, waiting for an explanation after everything he'd unintentionally put you through. And regardless of that, your eyes still looked at him with nothing but love.
He swallowed, “Good morning,” that was all he could let out.
You shook your head, “Why does everyone think we’ve broken up?”
Another thing he loved about you was that you always got straight to the point.
Yunho winced to himself before sinking onto the couch.
You followed a second later, sitting beside him without saying another word.
Yunho swallowed, his hands instinctively reaching for yours.
He took a slow breath before turning towards you, your knees brushing together.
"Did I ever tell you about my job?" he asked quietly, unable to look anywhere but your intertwined hands.
You shook your head.
"Did you ever... wonder what I did?"
You paused, genuinely thinking back over the last three years, before slowly shaking your head again.
He blinked, "...Really?"
You frowned.
"I mean, it's not like you were doing anything dangerous," you said with a small shrug. "You always paid your share, you clearly worked hard, and..."
You smiled sheepishly.
"I just figured you hated your job enough that you didn't want to talk about it."
"...Oh." That single syllable somehow carried every ounce of guilt Yunho had been feeling.
"Well," you continued, tilting your head, "what does your job have to do with everyone thinking we broke up?"
Yunho let out a nervous laugh.
"...Well."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm kind of famous."
Now, it was your turn to blink at him, “Huh?”
"I'm kind of in a K-pop group called ATEEZ," he admitted. His voice grew quieter with every word. "Yeosang and Mingi are members too." His gaze dropped to the floor. "The headlines..." he murmured. "People care because they know who I am."
You blinked, and moved your hand out of his.
He closed his eyes, his heart sinking.
This was it, this was the end of his relationship, his sanctuary, his perfect life.
Good morning messages he still blushed at, all the treats he helped taste test, all the movies you watched. And it was all going to end.
Then, he felt your hands grab his face and gently lift it up so you could see him.
His eyes were still closed, as if he could run away from reality.
Your hands slowly caressed his face as you let out a small sigh.
A sigh that turned into a giggle, which quickly turned into a full-blown laugh.
He opened his eyes slowly, watching as you laughed in a way that reminded him exactly why he loved you, in response to his confession.
“Why are you laughing?” he gently asked, afraid that you were mocking him. Although he knew that would never happen.
You let out another giggle, “It’s just that,” you smiled brightly at him, “it all makes sense now,”
Yunho shook his head, a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding finally leaving him as he found himself laughing alongside you.
“That’s why you always had the nicest hotels on your five month business trips,” you mused.
He let out a small laugh, his heart soaring.
He let himself wrap his arms around you, bringing you down so he could hug you.
“You're not breaking up with me?” he asked into your neck.
You squirmed at the feeling before letting out another laugh, "Break up?” you said in a way that made him feel dumb for asking.
You moved so you could bring his face right in front of yours.
You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, his nose, and then on both of cheeks, before staring at him and his racing heart, “I can’t imagine a world where I break up with you,”
He smiled so brightly that he was pretty sure he could feel his jaw ache.
But that didn’t matter.
The only thing that mattered was that you were beside him.
You watched as Yunho talked on the phone with Hongjoong, his Captain, from your bed.
Every few minutes, he would turn back towards you, sending you finger hearts and exaggerated winks as if he wasn't currently having a serious conversation.
You laughed as his voice unconsciously softened into the same tone he used when talking to you, only for Hongjoong to immediately call him out on it.
You had called into your cafe, telling your in-store manager that you would be off for the morning and day shift, opting to spend time with your idol-boyfriend before he left to perform in Rome.
You shuffled across your bed, making room for the giant man as he quickly got in the covers.
It didn’t matter that the two of you were technically in day clothes, or that it was nearing afternoon, all that mattered was that he wanted to hold you and that you wanted nothing more than to be held.
As Yunho wrapped his arms around you and dragged you closer to him, you couldn’t help but smile.
However, you couldn’t help the lingering question in the back of your mind, “Why did the article come out now?”
Yunho let out a small shrug, his body now melted and molded against you, “Maybe cause we’re dominating charts?”
You smiled at him, “Didn’t know my boyfriend had the ability to dominate the world with his vocals.
“Well, your boyfriend also has the ability to dance battle you away from harm,” he responded.
You turned to face him.
Watching his face before leaning down to kiss him.
You leaned down to kiss him, a quiet reminder that despite everything that had happened that morning, he was still here.
As his hands moved to grab at your waist you couldn’t help the giggle you let out at the feeling of his cold hands against your skin.
As you finally parted, his soft lips moving away from yours, you looked at him.
At your star.
Your precious.
Your beloved, Yunho.
Yunho always hated saying goodbyes when he left to perform.
He hated that you didn’t even know that he was performing.
You had always sent him off with a small bag of treats, never knowing that thousands of people were waiting for him on the other side of the world.
This time was no different.
He found himself glued to you, adamant that you stop talking to Hongjoong who snatched your number from Yeosang to tell you that Yunho needed to be at the KQ Building in the next hour.
You nodded and smiled at the stressed Captain, before politely asking, “How many cookies would you all want for the trip?”
It was then that Yunho went to his full height and snatched the phone from you.
“Those cookies are for me and me only,” he pouted at you.
Did he feel childish? A little bit.
But you were still his, and he wanted to keep you to himself a little longer.
That didn’t stop you from packing an extra bag for them.
Yunho watched from the door as you scrambled to pack him anything he may have left.
When you came in front of him he held your hand and pulled you close.
“I love you,” he said to you.
You rolled your eyes, still smiling at him, “I love you,” you said, “but your going to be late,”
He shrugged, moving to hug you once more, “Who cares?”
You shook your head against him, “I care, I just learned about Hongjoong but I already know I need his approval,”
Yunho sighed.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I should have told you sooner,”
You nodded, “Probably,” hands still moving to make sure his hair was sitting right.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“I know,” is all you said.
“You’re not mad?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head, letting out a small laugh, “I mean I’m a little mad you let be think ATEEZ was a made up word,”
He laughed as he tightened his hold around you.
Yunho couldn’t help but dream, dream about his life now that you know.
He’ll introduce you to his members one day.
When the schedules slow, he can peacefully go up to them and call you his girlfriend.
Maybe after that, he can entertain the diamond ring sitting on his bedside table.
But before he could do that, you gently pushed him towards your door.
“Have a safe trip,” you whispered to him, still holding on to his hands.
He smiled down at you, feeling his love wanting to drip out of his skin, “I’ll be much better with you by my side,”
You smiled at him once more, pulling him down for a sweet kiss.
“Goodbye Yunho,” you said, as you moved to close the door.
When the door had opened, and when he had been put out he didn’t know.
But all Yunho knew was that he loved you, and he knew that you loved him, all of him.
Yunho shook his head as he moved to the taxi you had called to take him to the building.
Yunho no longer wished he was Spiderman, after all you were enough for him.
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