“i’ll put these back for now. please let me know if you want a specific book afterwards,” yeosang says to you as he carries a stack of books in his hands.
“thank you,” you reply and leave the library.
you return to your room and sit down at your desk.
you start reading the book you had just revived, but after a couple of pages, you hear a knock on the balcony doors.
“your highness, it’s me.”
a familiar voice speaks, making you shake your head. you stand up from your desk and go over to the balcony doors, unlocking them and opening one of the doors.
“i know you were trained to climb around and all the other stuff, but you can still use the regular door like a normal person,” you say to wooyoung. “what are you doing here anyways?” you question as you let him inside.
“had to accompany hongjoong here today. he’s downstairs with your father,” he mentions and closes the door behind him, locking the door. he bows his head towards you.
you return to your desk and sit down. “and you decided to just climb the castle walls to get over here?” you ask him.
he shrugs with a grin, “for fun.”
you sigh, “shouldn’t you be scouting for assassins?” you ask him.
“i already did. found yunho while i was looking,” wooyoung mentions, plopping down onto the couch.
then, you hear another knock on the balcony door. you look at wooyoung, who looks straight at you. you raise an eyebrow at him, and he gets the hint and stands up.
“okay, okay,” wooyoung says and goes to the balcony door. he opens the door to reveal yunho.
“you got here quick,” yunho comments as he walks in. “your highness,” he greets you and bows his head towards you. wooyoung closes the door and goes back to the couch.
“yunho, how come i just found out from wooyoung that hongjoong is here instead of you informing me?” you ask yunho.
“too be fair, i’m not seonghwa,” yunho replies. “i didn’t know until i saw wooyoung outside. it must be urgent.” he mentions. he takes a seat on a chair near wooyoung.
you stand up and go over to them, joining them and sitting down on the chair next to yunho.
“from what i heard, it’s just stuff about the territories,” wooyoung mentions. “they’re just making sure everything is in order before the two of you wed.”
you sigh, turning your head to look outside. “that probably means everyone will be busy until the wedding.”
“don’t be sad, your highness. it’ll only be for a little bit. the wedding is soon,” yunho says to you. he stands up, “i’ll get some tea for you,” he offers before starting to head out of the room.
wooyoung sits up, “hey, i want some too.”
yunho looks back, “go get it yourself. i’m getting it for her highness,” he replies.
the two leave the room while you stay in your room.
you sigh to yourself.
will he come see me?
—
“are you trying to poison the princess? that combination of herbs is outrageous!” seonghwa scolds yunho. “move,” he says and starts to make a new tea sachet.
“i didn’t realize how difficult this was. i thought you just added stuff and it tasted good,” yunho replies, stepping back to observe seonghwa.
“this is why you look for me because i know what i’m doing,” seonghwa replies and adds herbs to a sachet. “are both of you going back to her highness’s room?” he asks.
“i have nothing else to do,” wooyoung replies, eating a piece of bread that one of the other cooks had baked earlier.
“i’ll make her a tray of treats. she likes these,” seonghwa says and starts making a plate with desserts.
—
“do you think you’ll be moving to our kingdom?” wooyoung asks as he and yunho walk back to your room.
“i’m not sure. my orders haven’t changed,” yunho replies. “the princess won’t be happy if she doesn’t have her staff stay with her, but some of us will have to stay here.”
they turn a corner and find familiar faces walking down the hall.
“oh, your highness,” yunho immediately greets.
hongjoong and jongho stop walking and turn back to see yunho and wooyoung.
“nice to see you,” hongjoong speaks. “shouldn’t at least one of you be on watch?” he immediately questions.
“mingi and some of the others should be around,” yunho mentions.
“i’ll look once we bring this to the princess,” wooyoung says, holding a tray with the tea pot on it.
“i’ll come with you then,” hongjoong immediately decides.
“hyung, you have to look over all of the documents,” jongho says to the prince.
“it’s going to take a couple of days anyways. i can slack off a little,” hongjoong says to jongho.
the latter stands there unimpressed, holding a bunch of scrolls in his arms. “tell that to y/n’s father,” he says, starting to follow them to your room.
after a short walk, they go into your room. however, they’re surprised to see you asleep on the couch. you sit up straight with your head leaned to the side.
hongjoong chuckles as he approaches you. he carefully sits down and kisses your the top of your head. then, he gently moves you so you can lean your head against his shoulder.
“hyung, the documents,” jongho reminds him.
“just leave them right there,” hongjoong says to jongho, gesturing towards the table. “and if you guys don’t mind, leave for awhile please.”
jongho nods and leaves only a few of the documents next to the future king, knowing that hongjoong won’t finish reading the rest of them until tomorrow. yunho and wooyoung leave the tea and desserts on the table as well.
“i’ll go outside and look for mingi if you want to stay inside. you can find one of the other guards and have—” yunho mentions to wooyoung as the three start to leave the room. jongho carefully closes the doors behind them.
finally alone with you, hongjoong sighs out of relief. he looks over at you again, seeing you still asleep. he kisses your head again before grabbing a document to look over as he waits for you to wake up.
—
“mm…” you open your eyes and notice that you’re sitting in the couch still. your head leans against someone’s shoulder. you look up and notice your fiancé sitting next to you. “hongjoong?”
he looks over and smiles, “how was your nap?” he asks you.
“still sleepy…” you practically mumble and sit up straight.
“here, have one of these,” he says and leans forward, grabbing a small piece of cake from the tray. he brings it to your mouth and feeds you. “a wake up treat.”
you eat the small cake, smiling since it’s one of your favorite treats from seonghwa.
hongjoong moves his papers out of the way and onto the table. “would you like to take a walk?” he suggests, “there’s still daylight out.”
“that sounds nice actually,” you reply. “let’s go.”
—
you and hongjoong take a walk around the garden, a place you’ll miss dearly when you move away.
you look at a flower patch and stop walking to pick one out. hongjoong waits for you, holding one of your hands as you pick a flower with your other hand.
“these are pretty,” hongjoong comments, “just like you.”
“you’re being cheesy, joongie,” you say to him and hand him the flower.
he takes the flower, “what can i say?” he replies, “you truly are the prettiest of them all.” he places the flower in your ear just above your ear. he leans in and gently kisses your cheek.
—
“they’re being lovey-dovey,” san mentions, peeking into the garden.
“they are getting married,” mingi reminds the gardener. “one of your flowers got plucked.”
“if it’s the queen or the princess, then i don’t mind,” san says, putting down a bucket of water.
“or any girl ever,” mingi adds on.
“hey, i heard that.”
the two watch from a distance. san waits for the prince and princess to leave so he can continue working while mingi hangs around.
“what are you two doing?”
they look over and see seonghwa and jongho walking over to them.
“i was working, but the princess and hongjoong are walking around,” san mentions to them.
“are you taking a break?” jongho asks mingi.
“i’m done for today. i’ve been in watch for awhile today, but i know wooyoung’s around,” mingi answers. “what are you guys doing? waiting for them?”
“i have to bring the princess to her wedding dress alterations,” seonghwa mentions.
“hongjoong is supposed to be going over documents, which was the entire reason for us coming here,” jongho says in frustration.
“calm down, let them be for once,” mingi says, “they haven’t seen each other in awhile.”
“we were here last week.”
“and that’s an eternity in the world of love.”
—
“wait, not those!” seonghwa shouts when he notices a servant putting fruit onto trays. “use those instead. they’re much fresher,” he suggests, pointing to a box next to one of the work benches.
yeosang walks in with buckets of water and brings them to one of the cooks.
“seonghwa, what else can i help with?” yeosang asks.
“help bring these out,” seonghwa answers and hands yeosang a tray. “follow the other maids. they’ll show you where to bring these.”
yeosang nods and walks out of the kitchen. he walks with some of the servants to bring the tray to the dining hall, where they’re setting up for dinner.
“quickly place everything! we need to have everything done soon!” one of the servants mentions. “everyone will be here soon!”
—
wooyoung groans, “why did i draw the short stick?” he whines as he sits on a tree branch.
“all of us drew the short straw,” mingi replies. “at least we still have a good view,” mingi says, climbing onto another branch. mingi looks from a distance as the wedding occurs.
you and hongjoong stand at the alter, holding each other’s hands. the two can only assume you’re exchanging vows at the moment.
“but we could be drinking wine and hanging out with the maids!” wooyoung continues to complain, “and we could—“ all of his sudden, his demeanor changes when he catches something move in the distance near the garden. “see that?” he ask mingi.
“yea. you got it?” mingi asks.
wooyoung nods and immediately jumps off the tree, hurrying to find out what’s going on.
he immediately finds someone landing on the ground and runs up to that person. he grabs the person and throws them on the ground before holding up a blade against the person’s neck.
“sorry, you weren’t invited.”
—
the wedding party continues in the grand hall. many friends of yours and other royals gather in groups. some dance, some talk, some continue to drink, celebrating your union.
hongjoong looks around before pulling you away from the hall and into a hallway.
you laugh as you follow him. the hallway isn’t as bright as the hall, but everything is bright when you’re with hongjoong.
“having fun?” he asks.
“of course i am,” you reply with a giggle. you wrap your arms around his neck, “this is the happiest day of my life.”
hongjoong has his arms around your waist. he kisses you on the lips. “i love you, my princess.”
you sit up on the couch you had slept on. there’s people everywhere. people sleeping on the floor, people sleeping at the table, there’s even someone sleeping on the kitchen counter.
how drunk did everyone get?
you take a stranger’s jacket off of you and lay it on top of the girl who is sleeping on the couch chair.
your phone happens to be on the coffee table, so you grab it and see that it’s pretty late in the morning. since it seems that no one else is awake, you decide to quietly leave the apartment.
as you start walking out, you hit something and trip, falling to the floor. you groan in pain and look behind to see your boyfriend still asleep despite literally tripping over him.
“vernon,” you quietly call out while checking to see if anyone else woke up. “vernon,” you call his name again.
vernon stirs, “what?” he mumbles, crossing his arms and trying to go back to sleep.
“i’m leaving,” you say to him.
“k,” he replies.
“vernon,” you call out again. he just hums in response this time, “go sleep in your room. we’re in your apartment.”
vernon opens his eyes, “we’re at my place?” he asks. he sits up and looks around. “who’s sleeping on the counter?” he asks.
you look over, “i think that’s chan?” you reply. “anyways, go sleep in your room. you can deal with these guys later.”
vernon’s head tilts down, “i’m so hungover…” he groans.
you sigh and stand up. you grab his arm and start pulling him up. “come on, i’ll help you.”
vernon stands up as you pull him up and leans toward your body. you wrap your arm around him and walk through his apartment. you barely miss accidentally hitting people who are on the floor and bring vernon into his room.
however, another person happens to be on his bed. it’s seungkwan, who is also fast asleep.
“guess i really have to leave since seungkwan’s here,” you say and help him sit down. “you gonna be okay? you’re not sick, right?” you ask him.
he just groans and lays down, “i’m never drinking again.”
“you said that last time,” you remind him and manage to pull the blanket over him. “i’ll text you later.”
“k. get home safe,” he mumbles before falling back to sleep. you lean in and kiss him, alcohol still lingering in his breath.
—
“oh my god.”
you stand in the doorway and find the place a mess. you must’ve not noticed since there were so many people here earlier. and it seems like most of your friends had woken up and left, but vernon’s friend, chan, is still sleeping on the countertop.
you close the door behind you and go into the apartment. you find vernon and seungkwan still sleeping too.
you shake your head in disbelief before shaking vernon.
“hey,” you call out to him. once vernon finally stirs, you shake him again, “hey. i’m here to clean.”
“…what?”
you sigh, “i’m here to clean,” you repeat. you shake your head again, “just go back to sleep.”
“wait, i can help,” vernon claims and sits up but instantly falls back. “my head…”
“idiot,” you say and run your hand through his hair. “just sleep, babe.”
you move a small trash bin and leave it next to the bed in case one of them throws up.
you walk out of the room and into the kitchen while tying your hair back. once again, chan is still on the counter asleep, so you start cleaning everything else that can be cleaned.
there’s empty bottles, empty pizza boxes, solo cups with mystery jungle juice, and a whole lot of trash. you end up dumping all the liquids in the sink and all of the trash into trash bags that sit by the front door for the time being.
—
“hey, uh, i’m leaving,” seungkwan mentions. his hair is all over the place and his shirt is inside out. he holds a water bottle and a jacket in one arm.
“can you take this one with you?” you ask, pointing to chan, who you managed to wake up so he could sleep on the couch and so you could clean the counter.
“oh, yea. he lives near my place actually, so i can drop him off,” seungkwan replies.
“you didn’t drive, right?” you ask him.
“i did, but i’m taking a cab,” seungkwan mentions while refilling his water bottle. “i’ll text you guys later.”
you help seungkwan bring chan out to the taxi he had ordered. when you go back to vernon’s apartment, you find him just waking up.
“good morning,” you greet.
“hey,” he greets and sits up. his hair is all over the place so you run your hand through it to try and fix it. “anyone still sleeping?”
you shake your head, “everyone’s gone, but people left their keys here, so they’ll be back eventually.” you kiss his cheek. “is your head still spinning?” you ask him.
“not that bad,” he mentions. “do you need help cleaning?” he asks, looking around his room to find his room tidied up already.
“just take the trash out for me and we’ll call it even,” you say to him. “how does takeout and a movie sound?” you suggest. you climb onto his bed and sit next to him.
“as long as there’s no more alcohol, that sounds amazing,” he replies and kisses your cheek.
“here, i’ll throw it out,” seonghwa says to you. you hand him your empty coffee cup, and he throws it away in a nearby trash can. “alright, where should we go now?”
you look at the time, “we could go to the garden. it’s still open,” you mention to him.
seonghwa nods, “let’s go.”
the two of you walk to the subway. you grab your subway card and scan it while seonghwa scans his at another gate.
“which line do we need to get on?” seonghwa asks you.
you stand in front of a map, looking for the station you need to go to. “this one,” you answer, pointing in the direction of the line you need to get on. you lead seonghwa through the station and reach the platform you need to be on.
after a couple minutes of waiting, the subway arrives. you two get on together and find empty seats. both of you sit down next to each other.
“since we’ll be over there, maybe we could get dinner over there too,” seonghwa suggests, “i have a couple of places i want to try around there,” he mentions.
you nod, “sure. that sounds good,” you reply. “do you think we can stop by this stationary store before dinner? i’ve been wanting to check it out for awhile.”
seonghwa smiles, “of course we can.”
—
once you make it to the garden, you buy tickets and go in together. the garden is packed at this hour. it’s not too hot and it’s a weekend, so a lot of people are out and about.
as you’re walking around, you bump into someone by accident. seonghwa wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to him.
“are you okay?” seonghwa asks you.
you nod, “yea, i’m okay. there’s just too many people here.”
seonghwa moves his arm and holds your hand. “stay close, okay?”
you can’t help but blush. you and seonghwa have only been dating for less than two months, and him holding your hand still makes your heart flutter.
you two walk around the garden. almost everything is in full bloom, and the scenery is beautiful to see. you and seonghwa take photos of each other and together, trying to capture memories you won’t forget.
“let me fix your hair,” seonghwa offers. he walks up to you and moves strands of your hair to fix it. when he is done, he smiles at you, “you’re pretty.”
you blush for the nth time. “stop it…”
he chuckles, “i can’t help it,” he says and backs up with his phone in hand, he takes pictures of you. “wait, this is too perfect. you look so pretty right now.”
you bring your hand up to block his view. “if you keep saying things like that, i’m gonna hide,” you say to him, too flustered at his compliments.
seonghwa walks up to you, putting his phone in his pocket. “i can’t help it,” he says to you.
he puts his hands on your waist and brings you close to him. you wrap your arms around his neck.
you hum to yourself as you walk with your boyfriend. you two had just left school and had plans to go to the music store in your town today.
“you’re excited, huh?” joshua asks you.
“just a little,” you reply to him. “i just can’t wait to see it in person.” it being the album that both of you have been looking forward to buying.
joshua chuckles, “well, we’re almost there.”
you reach the music store after a bit and go inside. you make a beeline for the new arrivals section with joshua by your side.
“huh? where is it?” you mumble as you stare at the shelf.
“hm, that’s weird,” joshua comments. “i’ll go ask,” he says and lets go of your hand.
you look around at the nearby shelves while joshua goes to the counter to ask about the album.
“oh, we have them back here. we got a lot a of restocking to do. our delivery came late today,” the employee mentions and goes to an open box on the counter behind them. “which ones do you want? both versions?”
“yes, one each please,” joshua replies. he looks over to where you are and waves his hand in the air.
you look at him and put down the vinyl you were looking at. joshua gestures you to go over to him and you do so.
“do they have it?” you ask him.
joshua nods, “mhm.”
the employee had already grabbed both albums and scanned them onto the register. “alright, there’s your total on the screen,” she says. “oh, and let me get the pre-order benefits,” she adds and turns around to get two thin packets in the same box the albums were in.
joshua pays for the albums as the employee puts everything into a bag.
“thank you,” joshua says and takes the bag, passing it to you right after. “ready to go?”
you nod and smile, “yea.”
—
both of you go to your favorite bakery just across the street and grab some treats before sitting in a booth together. you put everything from the music store on the table.
“okay, which one do you want to open?” you ask him.
“let’s open these first,” he says and picks up the pre-order benefit. he opens the packet and finds a photocard and a postcard inside. “oh, we should open both of them.”
“oh, okay,” you reply. you grab the other packet and open it.
both of you take the photocard and postcard out.
“postcard first?” you ask him.
“sure.”
both of you hold the postcards next to each other.
“three, two, one—“ both of you flip the postcards over and find a photo of the entire group on both of them. “oh, they’re the same,” you immediately notice.
“this is a nice postcard,” joshua comments. “this photo must be from the music video shoot,” he says.
you nod in agreement, “yea, i think so. okay, okay, photocard.”
you pick up the photocard from the packet you opened and joshua grabs his.
“three, two, one—“ you flip your photocard over and see a photocard of hoshi, the main dancer of the group. “oh my god. oh my god, oh my god—i got him.” you quickly show joshua the photocard and look at his. “oh my god.”
joshua had also gotten a hoshi, but a different version of the photocard. joshua smiles and hands you the photocard.
“yay!” you hold both photocards in your hand, “we got hoshi!” you cheer.
joshua chuckles, “happy, huh?” he asks.
“of course,” you reply. you lean in and kiss his cheek, “thank you.”
“no need to thank me,” he says to you, “but if we open the albums and you get jeonghan photocards, i will be stealing them,” he says and holds out one of the albums to you.
warnings: unprotected sex, they just horny tbh but they in hella love
note: please don’t judge me i usually only write fluff
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“…fuck, yeo—“
yeosang’s lips cover yours while he presses you against the door. you’re already intoxicated just from him kissing you, and you’re too preoccupied to notice him locking the front door to your condo.
he pulls back and shrugs his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. you start pulling at the buttons on his shirt, exposing his undershirt.
“too many layers,” you say to him.
“patience, baby.”
you pull him into a kiss. his hands wander to your hips after pulling your coat off. you can’t help but shiver because it’s much cooler than usual in your home. yeosang shrugs his button up off, letting it lay half hazardly on the floor with your coats.
you wrap your arms around his neck, “where?” you ask him.
instead of answering, he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. you put your hands on his shoulders. yeosang starts walking towards the bedroom.
“you’re feral,” you say to him. your nose barely touches his.
“and you aren’t?” he questions with a bit of a smirk. he chuckles and brings you into the bedroom.
yeosang sets you down on the bed. both of you start pulling your clothes off, too eager to be close to each other.
you pull yeosang down with you and kiss him. he holds himself up with one hand while the other holds your thigh.
after a few moments, yeosang stops kissing you to suck on your neck—his usual favorite spot to leave a hickey on you. one of your hands moves to his back, and you moan when he bites your skin.
“yeo, please. come on,” you start to whine.
“i said to be patient, didn’t i?” he replies. his hand on your thigh moves to your clit, starting to rub circles, “but you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he asks.
you nod and kiss him again. your tongue mixes with his.
“god, you’re so hot like this,” yeosang admits when you part for air.
“you’re hot—“ you feel yeosang insert a finger into you and moan at the feeling. “ah—yeo.”
“you’re so wet for me, baby. my fingers are slipping in so easily,” he says, already adding another finger. “does it feel good?”
“really good,” you answer. he starts sucking on your neck again while you lay in pleasure. you’re practically panting at this point and hold onto him.
yeosang sits back up and puts his other hand on your thigh, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit while he fingers you. your hips start to jerk up with his movements. yeosang stops rubbing your clit to push your hips back down in an attempt to keep your body still.
you start to whine, “fuck, fuck, yeosang.” yeosang’s hand moves even faster when he realizes you’re close. you grab onto the pillow behind your head and pant.
yeosang watches his hands move, watching your body twitch at every movement.
“ah, i’m cumming! i’m—“ you’re interrupted when yeosang leans over you again to kiss you as you cum. you moan hard into his mouth. “oh my god.” yeosang’s fingers continue to move at the same pace, making you whine again since you’re sensitive.
“…baby, you’re amazing,” yeosang compliments you, kissing your cheek. he removes his fingers from you and sucks on them one-by-one. then, he kisses you, making you taste yourself from him. your teeth almost clash with his.
yeosang sits up and eyes you up and down. one of his hands caresses your thigh. “you good, baby?” he asks you.
“mhm,” you hum. “want more,” you mention.
he smirks and runs his other hand through his hair. “bottom or top?” he asks you. you shrug, not having a preference.
yeosang immediately pulls you up and flips the two of you around so he’s laying down instead. he adjusts the pillows behind him.
you giggle, “so i’m doing the work now?” you ask, climbing on top of him.
he chuckles, “just for a second,” he replies. “you look so hot when you’re on top of me,” he says, licking his lips.
you stroke him a few times before lifting yourself up. yeosang’s hands stay on your hips as you sink down onto his cock. both of you moan at the feeling.
you move your hips to test the waters, and yeosang moans again. “you feel so good, baby,” he says to you.
you lean back and plant your hands onto the mattress. you start to move your hips up and down.
you moan and tilt your head back, “yeo—feels so good,” you say him. his cock fills you up just right as you ride him.
yeosang starts helping you and pushes his hips up. you clench around his cock as you bounce on him.
“that’s it,” he says to you, “you’re doing so good, baby. keep squeezing me like—oh god. baby, baby, just—“
yeosang holds your hips tight and pushes his hips up one more time before cumming inside of you. he groans and slows down his pace. you feel his cum start to drip out slowly.
“yeo,” you start to whine, “need more.”
he sits himself up, lightly panting. “i know. just couldn’t help myself,” he says to you and kisses you. “you’re so pretty, baby,” he compliments you, grabbing one of your hands to lace his fingers with yours. he brings your connected hands up and kisses the back of your hand. “i love you, baby.”
you kiss his forehead, “i love you too.”
yeosang lets go of your hand and puts his hands on your hips again. you put your arms around his neck and thread one of your hands through his hair. your hips start to roll, trying to get him riled up and fuck you good again.
yeosang chuckles and reaches up to kiss you once again. “i think you want more,” he says.
“i’ve been wanting more,” you reply.
“lay down,” he instructs, nodding his head to the side.
you get off of him and move so you’re laying down on the bed. yeosang grabs a spare pillow and taps your hip to get you to lift yourself up so he can put the pillow beneath your hips.
“oh, you mean business,” you comment out loud.
“don’t i always?” he replies and leans in towards you to kiss you. you wrap your arms around his neck while you make out with him.
yeosang lifts one of your legs up before sliding his cock inside you. you moan into his mouth and bring one of your hands into his hair again, trying not to grab his hair too hard.
yeosang rolls his hips and immediately groans. you’re already clenching his cock. he sits up and readjusts his hands on your hips, “you’re taking me so well, baby. you feeling good?” he asks you.
“y-yea, feels really good,” you answer.
as he thrusts into you, yeosang’s pace speeds up. his hips meet yours and a couple of times he stays still before thrusting again.
you reach down to rub your clit a few times, feeling intense pleasure building up.
“yeo, faster,” you beg, “please. faster.”
he raises an eyebrow at you, “faster?” he questions. “you want it faster?” he asks. “want me to make you cum right now?”
“yes. yes, i want to cum,” you plead, “please make me cum, yeo.”
yeosang starts thrusting even faster. his hips meet with yours with each thrust. you look down and watch his cock slide in and out over and over again.
you close your eyes for a moment as you enjoy the feeling. his cock hits just the right spot to make you crave more.
yeosang eyes you up and down, watching your body react to him and only him. he leans in and kisses you, retracting quickly so he can watch you try to kiss him back.
“hey…”
he chuckles, “love you,” he says and kisses you again, this time not leaving your lips. you put your hands on his cheeks as you kiss him.
you feel pleasure building up more and more until you start to whine a bit from it. yeosang keeps sliding in and out while you clench around him.
“mm…gonna cum!” you moan, readjusting your arms to be around his neck again.
“yea? you’re gonna cum for—“
“yeo…yeo!”
you interrupt yeosang as your orgasm peaks. your moaning fills the room with his. his hips meet yours one more time, and he cums inside of you. yeosang groans and grips your hips, thrusting a few times before stopping completely.
your hips ache but in a good way. yeosang stays inside of you and gently kisses you. “…hot as hell,” he murmurs, leaving more kisses across your face.
“i should be saying that to you, babe,” you say to him.
“feel okay?” he asks you. you nod with a hum. “can you walk, or did i wreck you?” he asks, making you giggle. he smiles at your reaction.
“i think?” you reply with a bit of uncertainty. “can’t we just stay like this?”
“oh, you’d love that,” he replies. he kisses your cheek. “just a little longer.”
—
eventually, yeosang convinces you to take a bath with him (which definitely makes you pounce on him again). when you’re done, your legs still feel like jelly, so yeosang cleans the bedroom and picks up your scattered clothes while you sit on the couch.
you order food to be delivered and look for a show to put on. you end up putting a show that both of you like and pick a good episode to watch.
when yeosang’s done cleaning, he grabs some drinks for you and him from the kitchen. he almost grabs some snacks too but decides against it since you ordered food.
he walks into the living room and approaches you. “here,” he hands you a glass of water while placing the other drinks on the table in front of you. “need anything?” he asks you.
you nod, “grab me a sweater?”
he nods and leans in to peck your lips before walking away. yeosang grabs his laptop from the small table by the front door. surprisingly, he had managed to place it securely so it wouldn’t fall off before making out with you.
after, he goes into the bedroom and grabs one of his hoodies out of the closet. he returns to the living room and throws the hoodie on you.
“hey!” you shout and move the hoodie out of the way.
he laughs and sits down next to you, placing his laptop on his lap. “sorry, lovely.”
you put the hoodie on, throwing the hood up as well. then, you move to lean against yeosang while continuing to watch the show on the tv. yeosang pulls up documents and starts reviewing new contracts for the new nightclub. he looks up a couple of times to watch the episode, but mainly looks at the documents on his laptop screen.
the two of you sit in silence for a while. you eventually glance over at the laptop screen as yeosang scrolls to a new page.
“you’re gonna be busy when the new place opens,” you say to him.
he nods, “yea, but it’s closer to home, so i can just slip out when i’m tired.”
“naughty boy,” you respond, making yeosang chuckle.
“if i’m naughty, then what about you?” he asks you. “remember when we were in the supply closet and yunho was trying to open it?”
you immediately blush and yeosang starts laughing. he grabs one of your hands and laces it with his.
the sky is completely dark by the time you leave the subway station. you walk for awhile and reach the building. no one is present, the hallways are usually empty minus a security guard, but they are most likely on rounds at the moment.
when you’re at the end of a hallway, you look at the telephone that sits against the wall. it starts to ring.
you glance over your shoulder to see if anyone has followed you. then, you pick the telephone up.
“say the correct password.”
“the edge of reality.”
you put the phone back onto the receiver. a door opens on the next wall.
you go inside and are immediately greeted by a man at a counter.
“hello, miss y/n. it’s always a pleasure to see you,” seonghwa greets you in his usual professional tone.
“nice to see you as well, seonghwa,” you reply.
“would you like your usual spot? we keep it open just for you,” he offers to you.
“how sweet of you,” you pause to think for a moment, “i’ll sit at the bar for a bit. change of scenery would be good for me.”
yunho steps out from the main room, “miss y/n,” he immediately greets you.
“hello, yunho,” you greet him.
“bring her to the bar,” seonghwa instructs yunho. “enjoy your night, miss.”
“thank you,” you respond as yunho moves a curtain to the side.
you go inside and find the club busy for a weekday night. you head over to the bar with yunho beside you.
“can i get you anything?” yunho asks once you reach a bar chair. “hungry?”
you start taking your coat off, allowing him to take it from you. “i’m just here to hang around. tend to your other patrons,” you respond. “i’ll grab one of you if i need something.”
he nods once, “of course.” yunho walks away and you settle into the seat.
there’s a stage at the other end of the room, where jongho and hongjoong perform together. the room is filled with a lovely ambiance and jazz music in the background.
as you take a second to enjoy the atmosphere, someone places a napkin in front of you and sets a glass on top. you glance over and see san pouring your usual drink in.
“trying to get me drunk already?” you ask him.
“you’d ask in five minutes anyways,” he says and rinses his utensils in a nearby sink. “busy day?”
“i started early today with meetings with some people overseas. it wasn’t too bad,” you mention and pick the glass up. you take a sip. “you guys are doing well for a wednesday night.”
san looks around the room while drying a glass, “surprisingly. i think the word has gotten out,” he says. “i’ll be back,” he says and walks away to attend to another guest.
you nurse your drink while listening to the performance. eventually, their set ends and another band appears on stage.
you take a notebook out of your pocket and start going through some notes from work.
if the buyers want this much, we’ll have to start expanding into a territory closer to them…i’ll have minjae and sumin help me with it.
“whatcha working on?”
you look up and see wooyoung standing next to you.
“work,” you reply with a sigh, “it’s never ending since we’re going international next month.”
wooyoung holds his hand out, “this place isn’t for working, remember?” he says. you shake your head and place the notebook in his hand. “i’ll put it with your coat, and stop thinking about work for once.”
“you guys literally sell my brand here.”
“don’t care. bye,” wooyoung says and walks away from you, making you roll your eyes.
you finish your drink and push the empty glass towards the bar. then, you stand up and walk through the club, going to your usual lounge; off to the side near the front of the stage, but secluded.
when you reach the booth, you find a familiar face sitting on one of the couches.
“you should be working,” you say to mingi.
“i’m hiding from my regulars,” he responds with a sigh. “they’re talking about anything and everything tonight.”
you look around the room. you chuckle when you find yunho and hongjoong at a table with some patrons.
“you might need to go and save them,” you say. “go, shoo,” you say to him and gesture for him to leave.
“you’re lucky we’re friends or i’d kick your ass out,” mingi says and stands up. “enjoy your night, miss.”
mingi walks away from your area. you watch him as he joins another table, seemingly getting caught in the midst of whatever is going on.
you take a seat and listen to the band that is on stage. while you’re there, you sit through the band’s entire set before hongjoong and jongho return to the stage again.
you give them a simple wave when they notice you. they start their next set with jongho singing and hongjoong playing the piano.
“y/n.”
you look over and notice yeosang standing next to the lounge.
“hi.”
he walks over and sits down, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“lovely, when did you get here? i told you i had a lot of work to handle today,” yeosang says to you.
“uh, let me remind you that i like to come here to hang out,” you say to him right before he kisses your cheek.
“that may be true, but the second we got together, you would always text me to see if i was here or not,” he replies. “did you eat yet?”
“i ate lunch at the office,” you answer, knowing how yeosang is when it comes to your horrible eating habits due to work. “what have you been working on?” you ask him.
“just the new place. i’ve been working on the interior with hongjoong,” he mentions. “should be open by next month though,” he adds with a smile.
“i can’t wait to see it,” you say to him. “you need to take me there.”
yeosang brings your legs up so they’re laying across his lap.
“lovely, can we stop talking about work?” he asks. “i’ve missed you so much.”
“i’ve missed you too, yeo,” you reply and lean in to kiss him.
hongjoong peeks over at his friends and almost throws his folder with sheet music at them from the stage.
seonghwa approaches the stage, holding a clipboard and looking for his friends. he looks around and approaches the lounge you’re in.
“hey yeo—oh god, in here? really guys?” seonghwa says when he realizes you two are making out.
“sorry, seonghwa,” yeosang immediately apologizes. “what’s up?” he asks. you wrap your arms tighter around yeosang.
“i have a vip for you,” seonghwa mentions, making you frown, “i’d give them to someone else, but everyone is busy at the moment.”
yeosang nods, “give me a minute,” he says.
seonghwa nods and walks away from the two of you.
“i can’t wait for when you guys find more people to work here,” you say to yeosang and kiss his cheek. “don’t be too long.”
“i won’t, lovely,” he says and moves your legs so he can stand up. “i’ll have someone bring you a drink,” he says while standing up. he kisses your cheek before walking away.
you notice hongjoong and jongho on stage still. hongjoong shakes his head at you while you playfully roll your eyes at him.
—
“have a good night,” yeosang says to the client and walks away from one of the tables.
he looks around and finds jongho lingering around near an entranceway that leads to a private dressing room.
“hey,” yeosang speaks as he approaches jongho, “you good?” he asks.
jongho nods, “yea, just tired. i’m about to ask the band to take over for the rest of the night. i’m done singing for tonight.”
“i’ll have seonghwa tell them. you should head home soon. you’ve been working a lot lately,” yeosang says to him.
“cause it’s my job,” jongho replies. “i might leave. i’m just gonna take a break and see how i feel.”
yeosang nods and pats jongho’s shoulder before walking away to find seonghwa. seonghwa is at the counter outside.
“hey, the band is gonna have to stay longer. jongho’s done for tonight,” yeosang informs him.
“i already told them to stay. jongho and hongjoong both look tired,” seonghwa says. “what about you? are you staying longer?” he asks.
yeosang shakes his head. “i need to take y/n home. she’s been working a lot.”
seonghwa nods, tapping on a tablet screen. “no worries.”
yeosang goes back into the main room and walks around the club while looking for you. eventually, he finds you at your usual spot with wooyoung and hongjoong.
“the ordering won’t be a problem. we can make those numbers happen,” hongjoong says to you.
“either way, i’d make it happen for you guys,” you reply.
yeosang stands behind the couch you’re sitting on, putting his hand on your shoulder. “hey,” he greets.
you look back at him and smile, “hi.”
“you heading out?” wooyoung asks.
yeosang nods, “yea.”
“boo, stop taking y/n away from me,” wooyoung whines and picks up his drink and takes a sip.
you laugh, “didn’t know we were dating, woo,” you reply and stand up. hongjoong stands up to let you leave the lounge.
“hey…” yeosang mumbles to you. you hold his hand, lacing your fingers together.
“i’m kidding, baby,” you say to him and kiss his cheek.
“okay, enough pda from you two. scram,” hongjoong groans. “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeosang.”
“yea, see you guys,” yeosang says.
“bye,” wooyoung waves.
yeosang grabs his laptop from the back office before leaving with you. you walk hand-in-hand to get to his car.
“lovely,” yeosang calls out to you as you reach his car.
“hm?” you look at him.
yeosang pulls you against him and kisses you hard. you grab onto his coat and kiss him back.
“you miss me or something?” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“gotta kiss you whenever i can. they hate it when i kiss you in there, makes me look bad because of our clients,” yeosang mentions.
“well, they should remember that i’m also a client. a vip client that always requests for my boyfriend,” you say to him and kiss him again.
yeosang smiles, “i love you.”
“i love you too,” you reply.
yeosang kisses you again. he puts his laptop on top of his car so he can put his hands on your hips. he leans you against his car as he kisses you.
with how cold it is outside, you can see your breath when the two pull a part from each other.
“i think…we better get home before i get other ideas,” yeosang says to you. he leans in close, your noses barely touching.
“that hasn’t stopped you before,” you reply to him and kiss him once again.
warnings: unprotected sex, they just horny tbh but they in hella love
note: please don’t judge me i usually only write fluff
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“…fuck, yeo—“
yeosang’s lips cover yours while he presses you against the door. you’re already intoxicated just from him kissing you, and you’re too preoccupied to notice him locking the front door to your condo.
he pulls back and shrugs his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. you start pulling at the buttons on his shirt, exposing his undershirt.
“too many layers,” you say to him.
“patience, baby.”
you pull him into a kiss. his hands wander to your hips after pulling your coat off. you can’t help but shiver because it’s much cooler than usual in your home. yeosang shrugs his button up off, letting it lay half hazardly on the floor with your coats.
you wrap your arms around his neck, “where?” you ask him.
instead of answering, he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. you put your hands on his shoulders. yeosang starts walking towards the bedroom.
“you’re feral,” you say to him. your nose barely touches his.
“and you aren’t?” he questions with a bit of a smirk. he chuckles and brings you into the bedroom.
yeosang sets you down on the bed. both of you start pulling your clothes off, too eager to be close to each other.
you pull yeosang down with you and kiss him. he holds himself up with one hand while the other holds your thigh.
after a few moments, yeosang stops kissing you to suck on your neck—his usual favorite spot to leave a hickey on you. one of your hands moves to his back, and you moan when he bites your skin.
“yeo, please. come on,” you start to whine.
“i said to be patient, didn’t i?” he replies. his hand on your thigh moves to your clit, starting to rub circles, “but you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he asks.
you nod and kiss him again. your tongue mixes with his.
“god, you’re so hot like this,” yeosang admits when you part for air.
“you’re hot—“ you feel yeosang insert a finger into you and moan at the feeling. “ah—yeo.”
“you’re so wet for me, baby. my fingers are slipping in so easily,” he says, already adding another finger. “does it feel good?”
“really good,” you answer. he starts sucking on your neck again while you lay in pleasure. you’re practically panting at this point and hold onto him.
yeosang sits back up and puts his other hand on your thigh, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit while he fingers you. your hips start to jerk up with his movements. yeosang stops rubbing your clit to push your hips back down in an attempt to keep your body still.
you start to whine, “fuck, fuck, yeosang.” yeosang’s hand moves even faster when he realizes you’re close. you grab onto the pillow behind your head and pant.
yeosang watches his hands move, watching your body twitch at every movement.
“ah, i’m cumming! i’m—“ you’re interrupted when yeosang leans over you again to kiss you as you cum. you moan hard into his mouth. “oh my god.” yeosang’s fingers continue to move at the same pace, making you whine again since you’re sensitive.
“…baby, you’re amazing,” yeosang compliments you, kissing your cheek. he removes his fingers from you and sucks on them one-by-one. then, he kisses you, making you taste yourself from him. your teeth almost clash with his.
yeosang sits up and eyes you up and down. one of his hands caresses your thigh. “you good, baby?” he asks you.
“mhm,” you hum. “want more,” you mention.
he smirks and runs his other hand through his hair. “bottom or top?” he asks you. you shrug, not having a preference.
yeosang immediately pulls you up and flips the two of you around so he’s laying down instead. he adjusts the pillows behind him.
you giggle, “so i’m doing the work now?” you ask, climbing on top of him.
he chuckles, “just for a second,” he replies. “you look so hot when you’re on top of me,” he says, licking his lips.
you stroke him a few times before lifting yourself up. yeosang’s hands stay on your hips as you sink down onto his cock. both of you moan at the feeling.
you move your hips to test the waters, and yeosang moans again. “you feel so good, baby,” he says to you.
you lean back and plant your hands onto the mattress. you start to move your hips up and down.
you moan and tilt your head back, “yeo—feels so good,” you say him. his cock fills you up just right as you ride him.
yeosang starts helping you and pushes his hips up. you clench around his cock as you bounce on him.
“that’s it,” he says to you, “you’re doing so good, baby. keep squeezing me like—oh god. baby, baby, just—“
yeosang holds your hips tight and pushes his hips up one more time before cumming inside of you. he groans and slows down his pace. you feel his cum start to drip out slowly.
“yeo,” you start to whine, “need more.”
he sits himself up, lightly panting. “i know. just couldn’t help myself,” he says to you and kisses you. “you’re so pretty, baby,” he compliments you, grabbing one of your hands to lace his fingers with yours. he brings your connected hands up and kisses the back of your hand. “i love you, baby.”
you kiss his forehead, “i love you too.”
yeosang lets go of your hand and puts his hands on your hips again. you put your arms around his neck and thread one of your hands through his hair. your hips start to roll, trying to get him riled up and fuck you good again.
yeosang chuckles and reaches up to kiss you once again. “i think you want more,” he says.
“i’ve been wanting more,” you reply.
“lay down,” he instructs, nodding his head to the side.
you get off of him and move so you’re laying down on the bed. yeosang grabs a spare pillow and taps your hip to get you to lift yourself up so he can put the pillow beneath your hips.
“oh, you mean business,” you comment out loud.
“don’t i always?” he replies and leans in towards you to kiss you. you wrap your arms around his neck while you make out with him.
yeosang lifts one of your legs up before sliding his cock inside you. you moan into his mouth and bring one of your hands into his hair again, trying not to grab his hair too hard.
yeosang rolls his hips and immediately groans. you’re already clenching his cock. he sits up and readjusts his hands on your hips, “you’re taking me so well, baby. you feeling good?” he asks you.
“y-yea, feels really good,” you answer.
as he thrusts into you, yeosang’s pace speeds up. his hips meet yours and a couple of times he stays still before thrusting again.
you reach down to rub your clit a few times, feeling intense pleasure building up.
“yeo, faster,” you beg, “please. faster.”
he raises an eyebrow at you, “faster?” he questions. “you want it faster?” he asks. “want me to make you cum right now?”
“yes. yes, i want to cum,” you plead, “please make me cum, yeo.”
yeosang starts thrusting even faster. his hips meet with yours with each thrust. you look down and watch his cock slide in and out over and over again.
you close your eyes for a moment as you enjoy the feeling. his cock hits just the right spot to make you crave more.
yeosang eyes you up and down, watching your body react to him and only him. he leans in and kisses you, retracting quickly so he can watch you try to kiss him back.
“hey…”
he chuckles, “love you,” he says and kisses you again, this time not leaving your lips. you put your hands on his cheeks as you kiss him.
you feel pleasure building up more and more until you start to whine a bit from it. yeosang keeps sliding in and out while you clench around him.
“mm…gonna cum!” you moan, readjusting your arms to be around his neck again.
“yea? you’re gonna cum for—“
“yeo…yeo!”
you interrupt yeosang as your orgasm peaks. your moaning fills the room with his. his hips meet yours one more time, and he cums inside of you. yeosang groans and grips your hips, thrusting a few times before stopping completely.
your hips ache but in a good way. yeosang stays inside of you and gently kisses you. “…hot as hell,” he murmurs, leaving more kisses across your face.
“i should be saying that to you, babe,” you say to him.
“feel okay?” he asks you. you nod with a hum. “can you walk, or did i wreck you?” he asks, making you giggle. he smiles at your reaction.
“i think?” you reply with a bit of uncertainty. “can’t we just stay like this?”
“oh, you’d love that,” he replies. he kisses your cheek. “just a little longer.”
—
eventually, yeosang convinces you to take a bath with him (which definitely makes you pounce on him again). when you’re done, your legs still feel like jelly, so yeosang cleans the bedroom and picks up your scattered clothes while you sit on the couch.
you order food to be delivered and look for a show to put on. you end up putting a show that both of you like and pick a good episode to watch.
when yeosang’s done cleaning, he grabs some drinks for you and him from the kitchen. he almost grabs some snacks too but decides against it since you ordered food.
he walks into the living room and approaches you. “here,” he hands you a glass of water while placing the other drinks on the table in front of you. “need anything?” he asks you.
you nod, “grab me a sweater?”
he nods and leans in to peck your lips before walking away. yeosang grabs his laptop from the small table by the front door. surprisingly, he had managed to place it securely so it wouldn’t fall off before making out with you.
after, he goes into the bedroom and grabs one of his hoodies out of the closet. he returns to the living room and throws the hoodie on you.
“hey!” you shout and move the hoodie out of the way.
he laughs and sits down next to you, placing his laptop on his lap. “sorry, lovely.”
you put the hoodie on, throwing the hood up as well. then, you move to lean against yeosang while continuing to watch the show on the tv. yeosang pulls up documents and starts reviewing new contracts for the new nightclub. he looks up a couple of times to watch the episode, but mainly looks at the documents on his laptop screen.
the two of you sit in silence for a while. you eventually glance over at the laptop screen as yeosang scrolls to a new page.
“you’re gonna be busy when the new place opens,” you say to him.
he nods, “yea, but it’s closer to home, so i can just slip out when i’m tired.”
“naughty boy,” you respond, making yeosang chuckle.
“if i’m naughty, then what about you?” he asks you. “remember when we were in the supply closet and yunho was trying to open it?”
you immediately blush and yeosang starts laughing. he grabs one of your hands and laces it with his.
your ears perk up when you hear someone saying your name and your boyfriend’s name.
“oh, i think it is.”
“take a picture. take a picture.”
you look at jongho as he looks through some clothing. jongho glances over for a second. “just ignore them, honey,” he says and grabs your hand to pull you a step closer to him. “does this look okay?” he asks, pulling a shirt from a clothing rack.
“it would look nice on you,” you say as he holds the shirt up to his torso. “what about this color?” you ask, pointing to the same shirt but in a different color.
“i like the color of this one better,” jongho replies, pointing to the shirt he is holding.
you grab the other shirt and hold it up to his torso. “yea, you’re right. this color is better on you,” you say to him and put the shirt back on the rack.
“i’m going to try it on,” jongho says to you.
“okay,” you respond.
you go with jongho to the back of the store. he goes into the dressing room while you wait outside, looking at some clothes that you notice.
—
“did you see this?” you ask jongho while scrolling through social media.
“see what?” he asks from the kitchen.
“ateez’s jongho and soloist y/n seen on a date,” you read out to him. you sigh, “aw man, they got us when my roots weren’t dyed yet.”
jongho walks into the living room with a bowl in hand and sits down on the couch next to you. “you’re more worried about your hair than the news of us dating?” he asks and shakes his head. he holds his hand out, and you hand him your phone. you take the bowl from his hands and start snacking on some grapes.
as jongho looks at the article, you hold your hand out towards him as if you were holding a microphone. “mister choi jongho? how do you feel about your girlfriend after she was seen with you with her roots clearly grown out?”
jongho rolls his eyes, “i don’t care.”
you bring your hand back to you, “wow, truly inspiring. more men should follow your lead. how do you feel about your girlfriend’s recent—“
“please stop pretending to be paparazzi.”
you frown at jongho’s interruption.
“miss paparazzi, stop pretending to be paparazzi and be my girlfriend,” jongho says to you.
“okay, fine,” you reply. you move around to lay your head on his lap and scroll through more news stories when jongho gives your phone back to you. “we’re gonna get a bunch of calls soon,” you predict.
“probably,” jongho replies, “but i’m okay with it.”
“you are?” you ask.
he nods, “it’s about time, don’t you think?”
you smile, “i’ve been ready for awhile.”
he chuckles before leaning in to kiss your forehead, “better now than never,” he says right before your phone starts ringing with a call from your manager.
wooyoung wakes up to find the bed empty. he can smell coffee from the kitchen and looks over to see you standing in the kitchen.
you look over when you hear the blanket rustling. “you’re awake?” you ask wooyoung, who looks like he slept for ten years.
“how long did i knock out for?” he asks.
you look at the time, “just a couple of hours. get some more sleep, baby.”
“come here,” he requests.
with your cup of coffee in hand, you go over to him and sit down on the bed. wooyoung wraps his arms as best as he can around you. he nestles his head against your thigh.
“baby, i need to go to the gym,” you say to him.
“we can go together later,” he replies. “don’t leave. just stay here for a little longer.”
wooyoung goes back to sleep while you play on your phone.
wooyoung had just gotten back home from being out of the country. however, his schedule is so jam packed that he only has time to sleep.
his phone starts to ring and you grab it from beneath the pillow. you see his manager calling.
“oh, manager-nim? it’s y/n,” you answer the call for wooyoung. wooyoung moves around and turns away from you.
“oh hey. is wooyoung awake?” he asks.
“he’s sleeping. i know about practice later, so i’ll bring him there. i’ll probably stay for practice too,” you mention.
“alright, sounds good. i was going to ask if he needed a ride,” his manager laughs. “i’ll see you guys later.”
“bye, manager-nim,” you say.
the call ends and you put his phone down. you drink the rest of your coffee while sitting there.
eventually, you’re able to get out of bed since wooyoung had moved in his sleep. you go into the kitchen and start preparing for dinner since you’ll be back around dinner time.
“jung wooyoung,” you call out after awhile. you receive no response. “jung wooyoung, wake up.”
you hear a muffled sound of agony after a couple of seconds.
“baby, you gotta get up,” you say to him and wash your hands at the kitchen sink.
“what time is it?” he asks.
“almost three,” you reply.
you look over and see wooyoung sitting up in bed. you go over to him and grab his face, planting some kisses on his face.
“good morning sunshine,” you say to him. he hums in response. “your manager called. i told him i’m bringing you to practice.”
he nods, “okay.”
“are you gonna get up now?” you ask him.
“nah,” he says and falls back onto the bed.
“wooyoung! come on!” you sigh and try to drag him out of the bed, but he pulls you down instead. you groan, “how many times do i need to tell you that i need to go to the gym? and you have practice.”
“don’t care. i have my girlfriend right here and that’s all i need,” wooyoung replies and kisses you. “you know…we could exercise in a different way—”
“wooyoung!” you smack his shoulder. “that’s it, i’m leaving without you,” you say and manage to get out of the bed.
the sky is completely dark by the time you leave the subway station. you walk for awhile and reach the building. no one is present, the hallways are usually empty minus a security guard, but they are most likely on rounds at the moment.
when you’re at the end of a hallway, you look at the telephone that sits against the wall. it starts to ring.
you glance over your shoulder to see if anyone has followed you. then, you pick the telephone up.
“say the correct password.”
“the edge of reality.”
you put the phone back onto the receiver. a door opens on the next wall.
you go inside and are immediately greeted by a man at a counter.
“hello, miss y/n. it’s always a pleasure to see you,” seonghwa greets you in his usual professional tone.
“nice to see you as well, seonghwa,” you reply.
“would you like your usual spot? we keep it open just for you,” he offers to you.
“how sweet of you,” you pause to think for a moment, “i’ll sit at the bar for a bit. change of scenery would be good for me.”
yunho steps out from the main room, “miss y/n,” he immediately greets you.
“hello, yunho,” you greet him.
“bring her to the bar,” seonghwa instructs yunho. “enjoy your night, miss.”
“thank you,” you respond as yunho moves a curtain to the side.
you go inside and find the club busy for a weekday night. you head over to the bar with yunho beside you.
“can i get you anything?” yunho asks once you reach a bar chair. “hungry?”
you start taking your coat off, allowing him to take it from you. “i’m just here to hang around. tend to your other patrons,” you respond. “i’ll grab one of you if i need something.”
he nods once, “of course.” yunho walks away and you settle into the seat.
there’s a stage at the other end of the room, where jongho and hongjoong perform together. the room is filled with a lovely ambiance and jazz music in the background.
as you take a second to enjoy the atmosphere, someone places a napkin in front of you and sets a glass on top. you glance over and see san pouring your usual drink in.
“trying to get me drunk already?” you ask him.
“you’d ask in five minutes anyways,” he says and rinses his utensils in a nearby sink. “busy day?”
“i started early today with meetings with some people overseas. it wasn’t too bad,” you mention and pick the glass up. you take a sip. “you guys are doing well for a wednesday night.”
san looks around the room while drying a glass, “surprisingly. i think the word has gotten out,” he says. “i’ll be back,” he says and walks away to attend to another guest.
you nurse your drink while listening to the performance. eventually, their set ends and another band appears on stage.
you take a notebook out of your pocket and start going through some notes from work.
if the buyers want this much, we’ll have to start expanding into a territory closer to them…i’ll have minjae and sumin help me with it.
“whatcha working on?”
you look up and see wooyoung standing next to you.
“work,” you reply with a sigh, “it’s never ending since we’re going international next month.”
wooyoung holds his hand out, “this place isn’t for working, remember?” he says. you shake your head and place the notebook in his hand. “i’ll put it with your coat, and stop thinking about work for once.”
“you guys literally sell my brand here.”
“don’t care. bye,” wooyoung says and walks away from you, making you roll your eyes.
you finish your drink and push the empty glass towards the bar. then, you stand up and walk through the club, going to your usual lounge; off to the side near the front of the stage, but secluded.
when you reach the booth, you find a familiar face sitting on one of the couches.
“you should be working,” you say to mingi.
“i’m hiding from my regulars,” he responds with a sigh. “they’re talking about anything and everything tonight.”
you look around the room. you chuckle when you find yunho and hongjoong at a table with some patrons.
“you might need to go and save them,” you say. “go, shoo,” you say to him and gesture for him to leave.
“you’re lucky we’re friends or i’d kick your ass out,” mingi says and stands up. “enjoy your night, miss.”
mingi walks away from your area. you watch him as he joins another table, seemingly getting caught in the midst of whatever is going on.
you take a seat and listen to the band that is on stage. while you’re there, you sit through the band’s entire set before hongjoong and jongho return to the stage again.
you give them a simple wave when they notice you. they start their next set with jongho singing and hongjoong playing the piano.
“y/n.”
you look over and notice yeosang standing next to the lounge.
“hi.”
he walks over and sits down, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“lovely, when did you get here? i told you i had a lot of work to handle today,” yeosang says to you.
“uh, let me remind you that i like to come here to hang out,” you say to him right before he kisses your cheek.
“that may be true, but the second we got together, you would always text me to see if i was here or not,” he replies. “did you eat yet?”
“i ate lunch at the office,” you answer, knowing how yeosang is when it comes to your horrible eating habits due to work. “what have you been working on?” you ask him.
“just the new place. i’ve been working on the interior with hongjoong,” he mentions. “should be open by next month though,” he adds with a smile.
“i can’t wait to see it,” you say to him. “you need to take me there.”
yeosang brings your legs up so they’re laying across his lap.
“lovely, can we stop talking about work?” he asks. “i’ve missed you so much.”
“i’ve missed you too, yeo,” you reply and lean in to kiss him.
hongjoong peeks over at his friends and almost throws his folder with sheet music at them from the stage.
seonghwa approaches the stage, holding a clipboard and looking for his friends. he looks around and approaches the lounge you’re in.
“hey yeo—oh god, in here? really guys?” seonghwa says when he realizes you two are making out.
“sorry, seonghwa,” yeosang immediately apologizes. “what’s up?” he asks. you wrap your arms tighter around yeosang.
“i have a vip for you,” seonghwa mentions, making you frown, “i’d give them to someone else, but everyone is busy at the moment.”
yeosang nods, “give me a minute,” he says.
seonghwa nods and walks away from the two of you.
“i can’t wait for when you guys find more people to work here,” you say to yeosang and kiss his cheek. “don’t be too long.”
“i won’t, lovely,” he says and moves your legs so he can stand up. “i’ll have someone bring you a drink,” he says while standing up. he kisses your cheek before walking away.
you notice hongjoong and jongho on stage still. hongjoong shakes his head at you while you playfully roll your eyes at him.
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“have a good night,” yeosang says to the client and walks away from one of the tables.
he looks around and finds jongho lingering around near an entranceway that leads to a private dressing room.
“hey,” yeosang speaks as he approaches jongho, “you good?” he asks.
jongho nods, “yea, just tired. i’m about to ask the band to take over for the rest of the night. i’m done singing for tonight.”
“i’ll have seonghwa tell them. you should head home soon. you’ve been working a lot lately,” yeosang says to him.
“cause it’s my job,” jongho replies. “i might leave. i’m just gonna take a break and see how i feel.”
yeosang nods and pats jongho’s shoulder before walking away to find seonghwa. seonghwa is at the counter outside.
“hey, the band is gonna have to stay longer. jongho’s done for tonight,” yeosang informs him.
“i already told them to stay. jongho and hongjoong both look tired,” seonghwa says. “what about you? are you staying longer?” he asks.
yeosang shakes his head. “i need to take y/n home. she’s been working a lot.”
seonghwa nods, tapping on a tablet screen. “no worries.”
yeosang goes back into the main room and walks around the club while looking for you. eventually, he finds you at your usual spot with wooyoung and hongjoong.
“the ordering won’t be a problem. we can make those numbers happen,” hongjoong says to you.
“either way, i’d make it happen for you guys,” you reply.
yeosang stands behind the couch you’re sitting on, putting his hand on your shoulder. “hey,” he greets.
you look back at him and smile, “hi.”
“you heading out?” wooyoung asks.
yeosang nods, “yea.”
“boo, stop taking y/n away from me,” wooyoung whines and picks up his drink and takes a sip.
you laugh, “didn’t know we were dating, woo,” you reply and stand up. hongjoong stands up to let you leave the lounge.
“hey…” yeosang mumbles to you. you hold his hand, lacing your fingers together.
“i’m kidding, baby,” you say to him and kiss his cheek.
“okay, enough pda from you two. scram,” hongjoong groans. “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeosang.”
“yea, see you guys,” yeosang says.
“bye,” wooyoung waves.
yeosang grabs his laptop from the back office before leaving with you. you walk hand-in-hand to get to his car.
“lovely,” yeosang calls out to you as you reach his car.
“hm?” you look at him.
yeosang pulls you against him and kisses you hard. you grab onto his coat and kiss him back.
“you miss me or something?” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“gotta kiss you whenever i can. they hate it when i kiss you in there, makes me look bad because of our clients,” yeosang mentions.
“well, they should remember that i’m also a client. a vip client that always requests for my boyfriend,” you say to him and kiss him again.
yeosang smiles, “i love you.”
“i love you too,” you reply.
yeosang kisses you again. he puts his laptop on top of his car so he can put his hands on your hips. he leans you against his car as he kisses you.
with how cold it is outside, you can see your breath when the two pull a part from each other.
“i think…we better get home before i get other ideas,” yeosang says to you. he leans in close, your noses barely touching.
“that hasn’t stopped you before,” you reply to him and kiss him once again.
