! ! when san can't fall asleep he goes to do the one thing that'll put him to sleep.
-> pairing: bf!san x reader
-> genre/warnings: smut, sub!san, afab!reader, he's so needy, tit sucking, lots of saliva, slight(?) somno, cunnilingus, fingering, he's lowkenuinley a perv, untouched orgasm (🤤🤤)
-> word count: 1k
-> author's welcome: WHAT is user mars101 writing??? omg be nice on my debut smut piece pls.. i take likes, reblogs, and comments as signs that yall liked it
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It was a feather-like feeling, a single peck planted on your lips from the person beside you. San had been awake for what had felt like hours, just staring at your sleeping figure. He had fixed his position three times already, tried doomscrolling on his phone for a few minutes but decided not to because of the surplus amount of scary videos on his feed due to the time being 4AM, and he even tried counting sheep but nothing could make him fall back asleep.
More and more kisses placed across your face and down your neck. It’s not until they reach your shoulders that you finally stir awake. San’s fingers tickle the skin under your sleeping shorts as he strokes the soft skin. “Hi..” You say with a single eye open, San’s looking up at you with a pout and puppy eyes after he gives one last peck to your bare shoulder. “I can’t sleep…” For a man practically double your size, he’s cowering under your tired gaze.
You bring his head close to your chest as you wrap your arms around him, “What do you want baby?” A kiss is planted on San’s forehead as he looks up at you. “Can I eat you out..?” Your eyes shut in confusion before darting to the alarm clock by the bedside table. “At 4:30 AM? Really?” He nods against you in response as his lips bring heat to your skin through the thin camisole you wear to sleep.
“Please, I have too much energy, I need you..”
The whiny noise that came from his mouth after those three words sent butterflies straight to your core. He doesn’t wait for a reply as he starts planting soft kisses across your stomach, his hands bunching up the fabric of your camisole to your chest.
“You know I’ll treat you so well.. I’ll give you everything.. Please..” The sight of your bare tits hits him hard, his bottom lip quivers at the sight of the buds hardening under his fingertips. San drags his tongue from his stomach up to your nipple. His tongue swirls around the bud before his lips close around the areola and sucks hard.
“San!” A squeal escapes your mouth and it causes him to pull away with a chuckle. “Sorry..” His apology seems fake as a slight smirk is planted on his face while his tongue continues to swirl around your nipple.
“San.. go lower..” San looks up at you with a spark in his eyes, a string of saliva dripping down from his mouth to your chest.
“I thought you said you needed me, I’m giving you permission, idiot.”
He wastes no time with his actions, in one moment he’s licking up the saliva he left on your chest and in the next, he’s got your thighs spread in his hold and his face buried into the center of your sleeping shorts. A deep inhale followed by a sigh of relief is heard from the man as you feel the tip of his nose nudging against your sensitive clit.
Your mouth gapes open with a choked up moan as San gives a long lick through the fabric. He pulls back for just a second to glance at your disheveled appearance. The mess in your hair from thrashing around your head in the pillow, the bunched up camisole above your chest which is glistening from his saliva. And, the picture-like view in front of his eyes, your shorts are thin enough for him to make out the picture of your core, practically crying out for him through the soaked panties.
San gives one last kiss to your core before ripping your thin shorts and moving your panties to the side. He practically buries his face into your pussy and groans at the feeling of your juices covering his face. He’s got his arms holding down your quivering thighs as he eats you out like a starving man.
“So warm..” San whines into your core, he takes two fingers and spreads your lips apart to give himself a larger area to let his spit pool up in. He uses those two fingers and circle around your opening that’s pulsing with need, “She’s calling out for me.” His fingers plunge in with no resistance and he glances up at your face to watch the reaction you always have to his thick fingers inside of you.
Your hips buck up and a hand lands in San’s hair, a moan escapes you as his fingers drag against your walls. The fingers in his hair tug him closer to your core and he’s more than happy to wrap his lips around your puffy clit.
He feels the first signs of your release coming from your legs. The shaking from them against his arms encourage him to go harder. His fingers plunge deeper in you at a faster rate and the sight of them glistening with your juices bring groans out of him and he subconsciously starts to grind against the mattress.
You feel the knot start to unravel within you once he removes his lips off your clit and replaces it with his calloused thumb, the rough padding of his finger doing wonders to you. San can’t get enough of your taste as he fits his tongue alongside his fingers inside of you, wanting to get a better taste as your climax arrives with a bang.
The high pitched moan that comes out of you with a harsh tug to San’s hair is what signals the start of your release. Moans from the both of you echo off the walls of your bedroom, even some whines from San as his grinding against the mattress grow more desperate. Once he knows you’re done gushing all over his fingers and face, he pulls his fingers out with his tongue dragging itself over the digits making sure not to waste a single drop.
Soft whimpers escape your mouth as San cleans up your juices with his mouth. The man, now exhausted, rests his head on your twitchy thigh. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead and he’s seems to be catching his breath, but for different reasons than you think.
“I think I just came in my pants..”
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author's good-bye: sooooo.... hehe, raise your hand if you gooned to this and thank you to @jaehunnyy for beta reading ily
In the midst of preparing for exams, your boyfriend Wooyoung knows how to lift your spirits.
pairing » ateez jung wooyoung x fem!reader
trope/au » established relationship au, non-idol au
genre » fluffy fluff fluff, chef boyfriend wooyoung
word count; estimated reading time » 1022; 4 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » wooyoung carries reader
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You don't recall the last time you actually sat on your dining table for its intended purposes. Not to set down the groceries for a minute while you rearrange the fridge. Not to pass out for a nap after a long day outside. Not to study there because the sight of your study table gives your stomach a sickening churn. But to sit down on the matching colour of one of your dining chairs with food sprawling across the surface like a feast.
Your boyfriend has been trying to get you to eat properly, but he's been more unsuccessful than ever recently. The aroma of your favourite takeout would be devoured in the living room while you cuddled together watching television, and the leftovers are for you to munch on when he falls asleep first, your study books becoming a mat for the containers. As the workload increases, so does the layer of grey dust along the surface of the table.
Wooyoung sighs as he cleans the surface once more, replacing the withered flowers in its vase in the centre. He turns his attention to the slightly creaking open door of your shared bedroom. He doesn't want to disturb your focus, so he takes a quiet peek through the gap, eyes softening with adoration and worry as you flip to another empty page.
“It's almost dinner as well,” he mumbles to himself. Wooyoung exhales and leans away to the wall for support.
As he does so, the lonely kitchen comes into view. The main light of that section of the house is on, but it's not enough to comfortably cook and eat. He yearns to also use the kitchen to cook for you, as he hasn't been for a while. The last time the kitchen was used was when San and Yeosang crashed for their group project, and had you in the library until an ungodly hour. Needless to say, your boyfriend was not happy with the timing.
Wooyoung dashes away to the fridge, not before he clicks the bedroom door closed.
A gush of cooler air hits his face as he scans around the fridge for ingredients that he could work with. Upon further inspection, it looks like the leftovers from the last grocery are enough for him to whip up something that he knows you will love. The butter melts to golden brown, and he tosses onions and garlic into the mix, wafting the aroma towards him. Of course, he couldn't forget about the kimchi and spam, the latter a lifesaver ingredient in this recipe. Wooyoung whistles softly to himself, a wide smile spreading across his face as he garnishes his cooking with finishing touches.
For the first time in a while, he clicks on more light switches, setting the table with cutlery and his dishes. The sweat on his forehead is wiped away with the back of his hand, and he's proud of his accomplishments.
“Done! And just in time for dinner!” Steadily, like before, he calmly walks over to the bedroom door.
On the other side of the door, you're half-immersed in your studies. Even with your soundproof headphones, there is no way you could block the heartwarming home-cooked meal on the other side of the door. Throughout your study session, you keep glancing at the door, waiting for your loving boyfriend to call you for dinner. When it was time for Wooyoung to peek his head in, you're already looking at the door, chuckling at how he tilts his head and slightly widens his eyes at eye contact.
Wooyoung takes this as a time to fully open the door, standing straight with open arms. Immediately, you set your headphones on the desk and hop out of your chair. You jump into your boyfriend's embrace, legs wrapping around his middle as he steadies you in his arms around your lower body.
“I smell something good,” you kiss the shell of his ear.
“I'm sure I smell good, yes,” he teases, which landed a playful smack on his chest.
His laugh is the comfort that you need, and the way that Wooyoung wraps his hands around your figure is all you need for your muscles to relax. You exhale in relief, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“Shall we eat dinner? While the soup is still warm?” He invites, to which you nod.
Wooyoung fills the air with a fragrant aroma, and his kisses tickle your cheek. Making sure you’re steady in his arms, he adds playful bounces to his steps, shaking your exhaustion away. He set you down on one of the high chairs on the island, but didn’t turn the chair around to his food yet. He ducks his head, taking your lips between his to press a gentle and loving kiss. His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, pulling you closer as he slots between your knees. Wooyoung chuckles at the closeness, putting a final peck to your nose and forehead.
Enthusiastically, he introduces the banquet of food, explaining each one with an evident sparkle in his eyes. You nod your head, listening thoughtfully to the work of art your boyfriend has prepared. As soon as he gives you the ‘okay’ sign to dig in, the rice on the spoon swims in the spicy soup, pairing perfectly with your taste buds. You didn’t forget to cool the soup down before feeding him, the man approving his final cooking.
Wooyoung rests his forearms on the marbled top, satisfied with how you’re re-energising after a long day. “How is it? Do you want me to warm it up a bit more?”
“It's perfect, Woo.” You move Wooyoung’s plate and cutlery next to you, patting the empty seat next to you. Wooyoung circles around to your side, an arm wrapped around your middle. His thumb soothes you, your body further warming up from his acts. Your eyes close, focusing on him beside you and the flavours of love in your mouth. “You're the warmest thing.”
“So, I'm a thing now?”
“Shush,” you reprimand him with a chuckle. “I meant company. You're the warmest company.”
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genre: smut, fluff
synopsis: your casual movie night with your crush turns into more than either of you can explain..except for one thing: you both know it stopped being "just friendly" a long time ago.
warnings: dry humping, thigh riding, fingering, teasing
pairing: crush!san x fem! reader
wc: 2.2k
Your phone buzzes right as you’re brushing your teeth.
San 🕶️: Movie night?
You stare at the text, toothbrush halfway to your mouth.
He doesn’t add an emoji, doesn’t say what movie, doesn’t even follow it with a question mark that sounds like an actual question. Just—Movie night?
You rinse your mouth, grin at your reflection, and text back:
You: Sure. My place or yours?
A second later:
San: Mine. Got snacks. Bring yourself.
You shake your head, half amused, half too aware of the flutter in your chest. You’ve had movie nights before—sometimes with friends, sometimes just the two of you—but lately there’s been something different.
More pauses. More glances that linger a second too long.
More moments where neither of you wants to be the first to move.
You grab your hoodie, check the mirror one more time, and tell yourself it’s just a casual night. Just another evening. Just San.
Right.
The apartment door opens before you can even knock twice.
He’s in a faded black t-shirt and gray sweats, hair a little messy, like he ran a hand through it on his way to the door. The light from the living room hits his cheekbones just right, and you forget for a second that you’re supposed to say something.
“Hey,” he says, easy grin spreading across his face. “You made it.”
“Of course. You said snacks.” You lift the small bag in your hand. “I brought backup popcorn.”
He laughs, stepping aside to let you in. “I respect your priorities.”
The familiar warmth of his apartment hits you: soft amber light, the faint scent of clean laundry and cedarwood candles, the couch with the slightly crooked throw blanket.
It’s homey in a way that feels almost dangerous—because it’s not yours, but you could imagine it being yours too easily.
He walks toward the kitchen, calling out, “You want something to drink? I’ve got soda, juice, or—” He opens the fridge, pauses. “Mystery sparkling water I don’t remember buying.”
“I’ll take the mystery one,” you say, perching on the arm of the couch.
He tosses you the can, and you catch it midair. The little things—the casual toss, the smirk when you catch it—somehow feel like a dance you’ve both learned by heart.
“So,” you ask, cracking the can open, “what’s the pick tonight? Please tell me it’s not one of your weird artsy thrillers again.”
He feigns offense. “Those have depth.”
“They have ten minutes of people staring at the rain.”
He grins, unbothered. “Fine. No rain this time. I figured we could go classic action—explosions, sarcastic heroes, bad CGI.”
You arch an eyebrow. “You picked an action flick? You?”
He shrugs, settling next to you on the couch. “I thought you might like it.”
The sentence lands heavier than it should. He doesn’t look at you when he says it, but you feel the meaning underneath, warm and unspoken.
The opening credits roll.
You both sink into the couch, legs stretching out, shoulders almost touching. Almost.
The movie wastes no time—gunfire, car chases, quippy one-liners. The kind of over-the-top chaos that makes you laugh more than flinch. You toss popcorn at San every time the hero says something ridiculous.
“‘I’ll be back… for dessert?’ Really?” you snort.
San catches a piece midair with his mouth and grins. “That’s poetry.”
“That’s brain rot.”
He nudges your leg with his knee. “You just don’t appreciate cinematic genius.”
“Oh, please,” you say, leaning into the banter. “You’re only defending it because of the explosions.”
“Explosions are art.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously charming,” he says, pretending to flex his bicep.
You throw another piece of popcorn at him, this time deliberately missing. “You’re impossible.”
“Admit it,” he says, voice low and teasing. “You’d miss me if I wasn’t.”
You open your mouth to retort, but he looks at you just then—really looks—and your brain short-circuits for a half-second. The flickering light from the TV paints gold across his jawline, the curve of his lips. He smiles, softer this time, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
You clear your throat. “Focus on the movie, superstar.”
He chuckles, eyes still on you. “Right. The movie.”
The movie hits one of its quieter scenes—low dialogue, dim lighting, the soundtrack settling into something slow and moody. You shift slightly to get more comfortable, and that’s when San reaches for the popcorn bowl.
He leans past you, and his arm brushes against yours.
A simple touch. Barely a graze.
But it sets your nerves on fire, every inch of your skin lighting up like it’s been waiting for that exact contact.
You force yourself to keep your eyes on the screen.
Totally normal. Totally friendly. Nothing to obsess over.
But then, halfway through the film, San stretches—casual, like he’s just loosening up—and drags his arm along the back of the couch behind you.
Slow. Unhurried.
His fingers settle just behind your shoulder, warm and a little hesitant.
For a second, that’s all it is.
A friendly gesture.
Perfectly platonic.
At least, that’s what you try to tell yourself.
But you lean into the touch anyway.
San stills.
Completely.
Then, almost cautiously, his fingertips begin to trace slow, absent circles on your upper arm.
Barely there. Featherlight.
But the sensation is dizzying—every nerve under your skin buzzing like static.
You risk a glance at him.
His eyes stay glued to the screen…
…but his jaw is tight.
Focused in a way that has nothing to do with the movie.
Emboldened, you shift slightly closer until your thigh brushes his.
Then, with a breath you hope sounds steadier than you feel, you let your hand come to rest on his leg just above his knee.
The fabric beneath your palm is soft and worn—smooth cotton, warmed by his body heat, giving just enough resistance under your fingers to make you hyper-aware of every point of contact.
His breathing hitches—a sharp, quiet intake of air that feels like the most thrilling sound you’ve ever drawn out of someone.
You lift your brows. “You okay there?”
He scoffs lightly, trying—and failing—to sound unaffected. “You’re imagining things.”
“Sure,” you say, amused. “Totally calm. Unbothered. Completely fine.”
He shoots you a look that’s all bravado on the surface but cracked around the edges, the truth bleeding through.
Then he shifts, turning his body more toward you. His arm slips from the back of the couch to wrap securely around your shoulders, pulling you in.
You melt into his side without thinking, your head finding the warm curve of his neck.
You can smell him now—clean soap, subtle cologne, and something warm that’s just… him.
It settles into your chest in a way you’re not ready to unpack.
And with your hand still resting on his leg, you let your fingers slide a little higher, your thumb stroking the inside of his thigh.
He tenses, a shiver running through him.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your hairline—soft, barely-there contact that steals your breath.
“Maybe I like the heat,” you whisper back, tilting your face up toward him.
San’s hand rises, hesitating for only a heartbeat before his thumb grazes your cheek, then your lower lip.
A soft stroke.
A question.
A warning.
All at once.
Your breath catches.
His eyes lock onto yours—dark, focused, hungry in a way he no longer tries to hide.
He leans in.
And then, finally…
His mouth meets yours. It wasn't a gentle, exploratory kiss. It was hungry, full of all the pent-up tension. Your lips parted under his, and the world outside ceased to exist.
The kiss deepened, turning frantic. Your hands fists in his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue meets yours. He breaks away, breathing heavily, shifts you both, guiding you until you're straddling his lap, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. The position being incredibly intimate, the weight of him solid and thrilling beneath you.
"Is this okay?" he asks, voice thick with desire, hands resting lightly on your waist.
You nod, words falling. Better than okay. Perfect.
This is when the real teasing begins. You rock against him, a slow experimental grind. The texture of his sweatpants creates a delicious friction. A low groan escapes him, his hands slide down to your hips, encouraging the movement.
"Like this?" he breathed, eyes locking on yours.
"Yes," you gasp, increasing the pace. The pressure was building, a warm, insistent throb between your legs. You could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his pants, and the knowledge of what you were doing to him sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
His hands moved from your hips, sliding under the hem of your shirt. His palms, warm and slightly rough as they played across the bare skin of your back. He pulled you closer for another searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of your hips. You were lost in it, in the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of his strong body under you.
Then one of his hands ventures lower, slipping past the waistband of your pants and your panties. His fingers, so damn skilled, found you wet and aching. You cry out against his mouth as he touches you, a single finger circling your clit with an agonizingly perfect pressure.
"San," you moan, your hips bucking against his hand.
"I've got you," he whispers, his voice rough with need. He adds a second finger, sliding inside you with an ease that makes you see stars. The stretch is exquisite, filling you just right. His thumb kept up its relentless circles on your clit while his fingers moved inside you, a steady rhythmic pulse that had you trembling.
Your movements on his thigh became more frantic, less controlled. The combined sensations were overwhelming. The soft cotton of his sweatpants, the expert work of his fingers inside, it was too much, and not enough.
"I'm close," you pant, forehead dropping to his shoulder. Your whole body was coiling tight, a spring about to snap.
"Look at me," he commands softly.
You force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. His face flushed, lips parted. He watches you, drinking in every twitch, every gasp. Seeing his own desire reflected in his eyes pushes you closer to the edge.
"Cum for me," he says, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your entire body.
It was the permission you didn't know you needed. The coil snaps. A wave of pure, white-hot pleasure crashes over you, so intense it's almost painful. Your back arched, a broken cry torn from you as you clench around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably against his. The sensations seem to go on forever, each pulse a fresh shock of ecstacy.
As the waves finally begin to subside, leaving you boneless and panting against his chest, You feel his own body tense beneath you. A sharp, guttural groan escapes his lips, hips jerking upward, pressing his thigh even more firmly against you as he finds his own release.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the forgotten movie's end credits music. You became aware of the damp spot on his pants, the stickiness between your legs, the heavy, satisfied weight of your limbs.
Slowly, carefully, he withdraws his fingers, his other arm holding you tight against him. He presses a soft kiss to your temple.
You nuzzle into his neck, a languid, content sigh escapes you. The credits continue to roll, casting shifting lights across the room.
San's voice was a soft murmur, his lips still against your hair. "So...what happens now?"
You breathe out a shaky laugh into his neck. "I don't know. You tell me. You're the one who started making out with me like the world was ending."
He huffs a quiet, disbelieving sound. "Okay...you kissed me back like you were trying to win a competition."
"That's because I was," you mumble. "And I think I won."
He leans back just enough to look at you, eyes warm and a little dazed, hair a completed mess. "Oh really?" he asks. "That’s what you're going with?"
"Absolutely."
He snorts, but the smile tugging at his mouth betrays him. "You're ridiculous."
"Enh. You like me anyway."
"Yeah," he says softly, thumb brushing your cheek, eyes flicking over your face like he still can't believe you're real. "Yeah, I really do."
You grin, trying to defuse the rising warmth in your chest. "Good. Because it would've been super awkward if you didn't and I was just...here. On your couch. With your shirt half-"
He groans dramatically and drops his forehead to your shoulder. "Please spare me. I'm already dying of embarrassment."
"Oh? Now you're shy?" you tease, patting his back. "After everything that just happened?"
He lets out a helpless laugh. "That's different."
"Uh-huh. Sure."
He lifts his head, eyes narrowing playfully. "I can't stand you sometimes."
"Liar."
"Okay, fine," he admits, voice softening. "I can't stand how much I want to kiss you again."
Your heart flips, traitorous and loud. "So... what happens now?" you echo.
He kisses your forehead, slow and certain, like he's answering without words. "Now?" he whispers. "Now we figure it out. Together."
You smile into the curve of his neck. "Sounds good to me."
He pulls you closer, arms tightening around you, warm, steady, grounding. Outside, the credits continue to roll.
SUMMARY | You go on a road trip with Wooyoung and the guys.
PAIRINGS | Wooyoung x Reader
RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked
GENRE | smut, fluff, friends to lovers
CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity, flirting, teasing, unprotective sex (wrap it up ya'll), oral sex (f. receiving, m. giving), dirty talk, kissing, skin biting/nibbling, hair pulling, fingering, head squeezing, riding, skin pinching, multiple positions, creampies,
AUTHOR’S NOTE | I think the ending might be a bit too rushed but I hope you still like it regardless. Happy reading folks 💚
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"Wooyoung! Hurry and come!"
Wooyoung watches as you slam the door to the van closed before running towards the beach to join the others. Even though you only ran for a short while, your hair had become unruly from the breeze. The shirt that Wooyoung let you borrow is large enough to cover the edges of your bottom, your too-short shorts peeking through. Wooyoung has spent more time than he would've liked thinking of the exact width of his hands, and how they could completely envelop your thighs and a generous portion of your ass, should he ever find himself in the position to touch them.
Finals are over and done with, and summer is well under way. Your best friend Wooyoung invited you to the annual summer road trip that he and his other friends from the ATZ frat take every year. They rented a pretty decent sized SUV and would spend the weeks on the road, ending back on campus in time for the school's end of summer party. You always wanted to join them, since you were good friends with all 7 of Wooyoung's other friends, but you've been busy working and saving up money to get your own place off-campus. This year is the first year you find yourself free.
Everyone is super excited at the chance to finally go camping on the coast. Usually, they spend their time at amusement parks, small attractions and malls along the route. Hongjoong took charge of booking their cabin, and it would be big enough to accommodate everyone, even if some people might have to share a room.
There are plenty of ways this is gonna suck, namely being trapped in a moving vehicle, for hours on end with 8 guys. And by "guys," you mean idiots, whose idea of fun included pranks, drinking, and vulgarity. They are quite a wild bunch, but who are you to complain? You're just as rowdy as the rest of them, if not more. They never let you live down that one time you got shit-faced drunk and streaked the quad during finals week last year. The eight of them spent a majority of the trip retelling the story between laughs, much to your disdain.
You watch as Jongho, Hongjoong, and Mingi race against Yunho, San, and Yeosang to a spot towards the pier, dropping their things. The waves roll up against the sandy shores, creating a soft ambiance as you soak the sun's rays, inhaling the ocean air into your lungs. Wooyoung jogs up to join you at the bottom of the hill and catches the smile tugging at your lips.
The way the bright summer sunshine shimmers in your eyes is truly enchanting. How many times had he passed you in the hall on his way to class, secretly thinking about how much the way your whole face lit up resembled sunshine? You were friends with many of his friends, but you'd always been his best friend, ever since middle school.
He has an embarrassingly long memory of you two on your first school trip, sharing a room at the hostel and staying up late after everyone had already gone to bed. He was the first person you told that you had a crush on his older brother, and you were the first person to console him after his first heartbreak. The two of you spent your whole high school years together; every game, every class, every important milestone... you were always the first one he shared them with. You would always be the first one he sought out when he had something exciting to tell someone. You've seen a lot together over the years, and even though he wasn't totally ready, the possibility of something developing between the both of you has always lurked at the edges of his mind.
"Don't you guys dare throw Y/N into the water!" Seonghwa’s shout interrupts the thoughts in his head. Wooyoung watches San and Yunho trying to sneak up behind you, waiting to snatch you and dive into the freezing cold water. You have absolutely no time to prepare as Yunho and San sweep you up and launch you over their shoulders. Your screaming is quickly drowned out as you land right in the chilling sea, coming right back up a few seconds later for air.
"Oh, you're dead meat! Get back here!!" You bellow. Your friends erupt into hysterics at your dramatic reaction to your unplanned swim. While the rest of the boys continue to laugh their asses off, Wooyoung swoops in and helps you out of the cold water. "I'm cold, Woo. Ugh."
"I'll help you get payback, later," Wooyoung reassures you as he wraps an arm around you and leads you towards Seonghwa, who has a towel at the ready. "Let's get settled into the cabin first, and then we'll figure out how we can exact revenge on the two clowns."
"Sounds good," you huff, still grumpy. Once you've finished getting dried off, Wooyoung picks up your small duffel bag and makes his way into the direction of the cabin. His hand meets yours, briefly, and he opens his palm. A slight jolt runs up his forearm when you interlace your fingers.
Wooyoung also has an embarrassingly long list of memories involving how warm your palm feels when clasped together with his own. For some reason, he always remembers the feel of them better than all the other things. He knows his brain is playing tricks on him, trying to convince him that the way your palms perfectly fit together is because your body was made for him. In those fleeting moments of intertwined hands, a heat blossoms within the depths of his soul. If he was just a little bit braver, he would have closed his fingers over your hand, squeezed it, and refused to let go until there was no more fight left in you.
...But he wasn't that brave yet.
"Jongho, being the winner he is, wants a room to himself," Hongjoong explains after you enter the door of the cabin.
"I won fair and square," Jongho's eyes gleam at his friends, a toothy grin spreading across his cheeks, reminding the group that he demolished almost all the others at an impromptu arm wrestling competition before the trip. They really should've seen this outcome coming.
Everyone paired off in the room they chose. Hongjoong and Seonghwa choose the room closest to Jongho's, Yunho and Mingi claim the other room on the lower floor, Yeosang and San choose the room closest to the top of the stairs. You and Wooyoung take the room furthest down the hall and it overlooks the beach from the window.
You have your reservations about this part of the trip, mainly because you’re the only girl traveling with eight boys. You often share a room with Wooyoung and vice versa. It makes perfect sense. The two of you know each other's boundaries and aren't afraid to bring each other down a peg when it comes to annoying the other. After dropping your bags next to the door, Wooyoung surveys the room with its king size bed.
"Shit," Wooyoung curses at the sight of the single mattress. "I knew there was a reason Hongjoong gave us that look..."
"Hongjoong has some issues and needs a swift kick in the head," you laugh. Your friends would often joke about you and Wooyoung hooking up, despite the fact that there was absolutely nothing going on between the two of you, much to the others' amusement. You and Wooyoung often fanned the fire with the way you flirted with each other and teased the others, but never did it ever come to anything real.
But what if it did?
A loud stomach grumble disrupts the air of contemplation. Wooyoung erupts in laughter after hearing your stomach's announcement. "Let's go get some food in you," he sniggers and throws an arm around your shoulder to direct you out of the room. "Sounds like your stomach's ready to eat me at this point."
"At least you'll be a tasty meal!" You chirp before wrapping an arm around his waist and following him down the hall. Wooyoung hopes you can’t feel the slight tremble beneath his skin, caused by the excitement coursing throughout his body. The way you fit perfectly into his side causes a spark deep down in his gut. There’s no better feeling than that, in his opinion.
When you make your way into the dining room, the whole group is discussing what their first activity should be for the day. You're eager to take advantage of the summer season and soak in the sun and salt air, so you vote on finding a secluded spot for everyone to have a picnic. Since you'd rather spend your time in the great outdoors, the others agree to take advantage and spend the day playing sand volleyball and swimming in the ocean.
As the others are sorting through their belongings to get ready, you go to grab your bag with your bikini inside. You put on your bikini, and before you're able to grab a coverup, Wooyoung emerges into the room and announces his presence.
"Are you almost done? I've got a towel, my sunscreen..." His eyes meet yours in the full-body mirror, and he trips. "Shit," he hisses and nearly tumbles forward, just catching his balance before the two of you collide. A scarlet hue coats the tips of Wooyoung's ears and spreads onto his cheeks.
It's not like he hasn't seen you in a bikini in all his years of knowing you. His mom often threw pool parties during the summer, and the two of you spent an exorbitant amount of time together during childhood. But you look nothing like how he remembers, all these years later. Growing up, you'd been just like him, skinny and awkward. Wooyoung noticed you changing, slowly, as if nature itself had molded your curves carefully to perfection. It started when your clothes became too tight in places Wooyoung had no business looking at.
"Wooyoung? Hello, earth to Wooyoung," your hand appears in front of his face, fingers snapping to capture his attention.
Wooyoung looks at the bikini, immediately averts his gaze and scrambles over to where his duffel bag is. "Uh yeah, I'm- uh, almost ready. Shit, uh... fuck I'm-"
"You're acting so weird," you mumble quietly. Wooyoung slips back into the bathroom to gather his composure. Even though he felt his soul nearly depart, his best friend shouldn't see him break, especially because it's only her wearing a bathing suit.
Once you're both ready to go, the whole group walks over to a secluded spot near the cove. There were some families out and about enjoying the sunshine and ocean breeze, but the stretch of beach you and the gang find yourselves in is mostly unoccupied. Hongjoong unravels the beach blanket, spreading it out for everyone to get comfortable. The others pass around the bottles of beer and snacks that everyone brought. The delicious scents of grilled meat fills the space, and the clinks of ice floating in their drinks compliment the lazy sound of the ocean breeze.
"Wooyoung! Can you put sunscreen on my back?" You ask as you sit down and hold out the bottle.
"We're in the shade. What good will that do?" He argues as he takes the bottle.
"Come on! Better safe than sorry!" You huff and pout a little in Wooyoung's direction. "Do it for me, please!"
"Fine. Fine," he relents and scoots himself up behind you. To be fair, he'd rather be the one doing this instead of any of the other seven hooligans. Wooyoung probably wouldn't forgive himself, had they gotten even the chance to run their hands over any part of your soft skin.
"Let me undo the straps so you can apply sunscreen there too," you mention as your hands trail to the back to loosen the knots. You're holding up the front of your bikini, and the image alone makes his mouth dry.
"Uh... um..." his breath is taken away, like how a gust of wind carries the strength to sweep the air from his lungs.
"Woo? Hello?" your giggle rings across the otherwise peaceful coast as you tilt your head to face the source of your amusement. "Help a friend out? I don't want to get burned, even if it is just a little sun."
Wooyoung blinks away and starts working the cool cream against your neck, focusing hard on keeping his touch as light as he could, before spreading it lower to the parts that are going to be most exposed to the sun. He makes his way down from your shoulders to your upper back and downwards. All the while, his senses were working overtime, registering the silk-like sensation of your skin, memorizing the precise way his fingers dragged along, but most of all, Wooyoung is hyper-aware of the intimacy of the moment. Had anyone watched the interaction unfold, they might assume that he was just helping you apply sunscreen, like friends often did, but Wooyoung wasn't naive enough to completely deny the slight charge to his fingers at their first brush across your spine.
He's not in his right mind when his sunscreened fingers are reaching around your front and when his fingers brush against the bottom of your ample breasts. Your sharp intake of breath nearly short circuits him, sending a bolt of electricity directly through his cock, stiffening him in a second.
"Wooyoung...?" you voice quietly, letting the ends of the syllables hover in the space between you, "I think I'm all good now." You swallow as the hairs on your neck rise and a shiver rocks up from your belly, lingering on the delicious feeling of Wooyoung touching you like that, and the realization that something might happen, "I think I'd rather...put the rest myself." You offer gently.
"Ah yeah. Umm..." Wooyoung slowly slides his arm back, "Sorry I uh, slipped a bit," he smiles nervously and hopes that you can't read his thoughts as you face him once again.
"No harm done. Thanks, though!" you laugh and pat Wooyoung on the leg a few times.
You're not sure how, but the two of you manage to behave around one another and keep your feelings from showing throughout the rest of the afternoon. This might be hard, however, since whenever Wooyoung closed his eyes, all he could remember was the feeling of your hot skin.
What in the heck was that? As you walk away from Wooyoung in the direction of the shore, the space between your legs warms considerably as your heart rate picks up. You swallow at the memory of his featherlight touch grazing just beneath your breasts, as his front brushed up against your back. Your body reacts of its own accord, and your legs wobble and threaten to buckle. How the hell are you going to stay cool like this? Your blood boils with the heat rushing through your body, spreading, taking over. You turn the corner of a rock and dip beneath a shaded spot where you can catch your breath.
His hands were warm, so damn warm. And he was close. so damn close and... and his scent is making your brain a mushy, confused mess. As much as you would love to deny the warmth spreading between your legs and your fingers aching for you to take yourself over the edge, you're unable to. Fuck, fuck. If this keeps up... If he were to kiss you right now... you would let him.
Fuck.
You sigh out, try to calm the fuck down, and steady yourself against the cold stone of the cliffs. Once you've gathered the resolve, you make your way toward the group of your friends, who are currently deciding between a round of volleyball or a dip in the sea, or both. They are in various stages of removing clothing, eager to start their day at the beach. Wooyoung chooses that exact moment to join you guys and remove his shirt, making you falter a little before regaining your balance. The sharp angles of his face contrast the gentle waves of his bangs as they dance along his forehead, blown about by the ocean breeze.
You know your body is in deep shit the moment you see that his skin is flushed from the sun.
Fuck. He's hot.
With that revelation, a tiny bit of doubt rises up. This man isn’t anything like he was when you were teenagers, and it's suddenly glaringly obvious. Wooyoung isn't the kid you remember him being and neither are you. You're very clearly adults now and yet somehow... the feelings you had as a girl haven’t gone anywhere. Maybe Wooyoung isn’t aware of them yet, or perhaps he is, but you suddenly get a really strong sense that maybe you and Wooyoung are walking around with the same feelings, even as grown-ups now. It's incredibly unnerving, knowing what you know now, and knowing what's ahead, should he return your affections. It'd be really cool if someone told your stomach that, because it seems to be doing everything possible to throw your system out of whack right about now.
The sun, while merciful thus far, is nevertheless unkind in its attention to the lot of you. Mingi is the first victim, and boy was he a sight to see with a cherry red back, but before long, the group has endured its own round of sunburns. Ha, serves them right for not wearing sunscreen.
Wooyoung hasn't really taken his eyes off of you, except to laugh at his suffering friends, and you really think about what it would be like if things went further and wondered if... well, if he had the same ideas about the two of you. If so, and you two ended up together, could things turn out okay between the both of you? You feel so lost when it comes to stuff like this because you and Wooyoung are essentially starting over from a zero base with each other, and honestly, it’s pretty overwhelming to be faced with the reality of that right now, and also what this summer holds for the both of you.
Your mind is swarming with ideas, when all of a sudden Seonghwa screams "DON'T YOU DAREー" as Wooyoung tackles you into the shallow waters, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice and running for a short bit before splashing into the water himself.
"Not again!" You scream but a shriek quickly turns into hysterical laughter as the sea engulfs the both of you. He surfaces first and grabs hold of you as soon as you resurface as well. You're grateful the water's hiding your tears from his little stunt.
"Your hair's all messed up!" Wooyoung laughs, and then begins untangling some pieces of hair stuck between others. A rush of embarrassment washes over you, but is immediately cut short when he brings a strand up to his nose and smells it. His smile gets softer and warmer after. "Hmmm, you smell good."
"It's the sea, you dummy," you giggle.
"You smell like the sea, and your shampoo, and summer," he says simply, then continues combing through your hair until he's satisfied that he’s removed all of its tangles. "Okay, perfect!"
"Is Wooyoung a stylist too? He sure does know how to treat the ladies right!" San remarks loudly, catching the attention of the rest of the gang.
You see their smirks, and it makes you groan out in annoyance. You really can’t give them any more kindling to encourage them to meddle with you and Wooyoung, or god-forbid... actually intervene, because who knows what type of matchmaking shenanigans your idiot friends are capable of?
Wooyoung laughs, a hand splayed across your back as you both make your way back out of the water and onto the beach. "She's an old lady and needed assistance in fixing her hair."
"I am not old!" you complain. "My bones and back creak sometimes, though," you mumble under your breath.
"See? An old lady."
"Oh my GOD shut up," you shove Wooyoung as the group erupts into a laughing fit and you hurry towards Seonghwa who is offering a towel to you. "At least someone isn't mean!" you stuck your tongue out.
"Ready to go back?" Hongjoong asks and stretches, offering to help roll up the blanket. The sky is starting to turn a multitude of colors as the sun is setting on the other side of the ocean. As much as you all want to watch the sunset on the beach, the gentle breeze in the air turns cold in the evening, and the thought of sitting in a wet bathing suit is less than ideal.
"Can we swing by one of the convenience stores first? I think my stomach just started rumbling again," you pout.
"What kind of hunger monster is she?!" Mingi shouts, earning him a solid flick against the forehead from you.
"I promise I won't let my stomach bug you guys," you rub your belly, "but this monster will not be quelled until it gets its meal!"
"Greasy food it is. Let's go!" Seonghwa orders, effectively ending all complaints. Everyone heads in the direction of the road, grabbing their stuff and locking up the cabin.
As you're walking, Wooyoung presses his body up against your own, knocking his hip into your side a couple times. You'd been joined at the hip ever since you were kids; everyone around you used to say that the two of you were as thick as thieves. So when Wooyoung slides up next to you like this, it isn't weird. You wouldn't want it any other way. The only thing you would wish for is the ability to know what he's thinking when you catch the tail end of a soft smile adorning the handsome curve of his lips, and a dusting of a blush that graces the tips of his ears.
The gang piles into a family van and races towards the closest convenience store on the roadside. "No dawdling!" San screams as he hops out the sliding doors. "Get your food and then go back to the cabin!"
"Don't forget to pay!" Hongjoong screams through the open windows as you and the other boys hop out. Everyone grabs what they came for and rushes to the registers. As you're making your purchases, Wooyoung meets you at the register and begins laying out his own items, clearly giving the impression of two people on a date, making dinner together.
The cashier gives the both of you a smile, the corners of her mouth stretching further as she watches how Wooyoung interacts with you. You notice the way she keeps looking between you and him, the growing interest in how closely Wooyoung places his hand on your wrist to prevent you from grabbing your wallet out of your bag.
"You two are on a date, tonight?" she questions.
"I don't know if I'd call it a date when we have those hooligans waiting for us," you giggle and point towards the van. Wooyoung joins in laughing as Hongjoong turns back to flip the two of you the bird, and Seonghwa slaps his arm to reprimand him.
"My mistake!" The girl beams brightly and smiles wide at the pair of you, "You two just look really cute, so I got my hopes up a little."
Wooyoung softly thanks her and intertwines his fingers with yours as he pulls you towards the parking lot to join your other friends. You don’t have a chance to hear the response that Wooyoung mumbles, but you do notice that his grip is a tad tighter.
"Took you two long enough. Sheesh!" Seonghwa complains as you climb back in.
"But now we can get to eating and eating!" Yunho says excitedly, "Back to the cabin!"
Dinner consists of beef bulgogi and white rice, with an assortment of kimbap rolls to share. No meal is complete, especially not around here, without alcohol, though, so you grab everyone a glass and pour the chilled beer. In the evening, it's often a comfortable warmth in your chest that spreads and blooms the longer you all spend time talking and laughing.
Everyone is well fed, and more importantly, they are buzzed after several glasses. The only thing that hasn't waned is how warm you feel deep inside, the fire stoking within your belly. You realize it's getting late, the hour growing later by the minute.
"Is anyone ready for the main event?" Yunho sings as he stands from his chair, setting aside his glass on the table. He's also a lightweight, and giggly drunk at that. "Truth or dare? Spin the bottle, truth and dare edition. When the bottle lands on you, either choose truth or dare, or drink. Got it?"
"Fuck. Why not? Bring it, Yunho," Yeosang says. The others are either cheering in excitement or groaning in frustration.
"How 'bout you, Y/N? In or out?" San questions as the group looks over at you, eagerly awaiting your response.
"Let's do this," you breathe out a little and crack the bones in your neck and stretch your fingers, getting ready to take whatever's thrown at you.
A few turns in and you've landed with a couple shots, a couple questions and a dare. Thankfully, no one has tried to take advantage of your current, inebriated state and went all out with questions. Most were pretty generic, if not a little boring. Seonghwa has a huge crush on their philosophy professor. Jongho secretly collects pornographic literature and owns a few magazines. Even though Mingi won a hand-stand competition, he can't keep his balance. Hongjoong has a list of every man, woman, and gender-neutral creature that has caught his attention. Yunho would wear a skirt, if someone asked him nicely. San once hooked up with their librarian in the supply room. Yeosang was actually dating one of the phys ed girls and it's going pretty well. And lastly, Wooyoung...
"Dare," Wooyoung chuffs out, proudly showing that he wasn't afraid of any of their stupid dares.
"Hmmmmm..." San, Yunho, and Yeosang immediately put their heads together. Wooyoung, unfazed and knowing them for too many years already, waits calmly as the three brainstorm what his fate will be.
"Make out with Y/N for a full minute!" they all shout simultaneously, each pointing to their victim.
"You shitheads are gonna be in big trouble next round," he grouches. The boys all howl with laughter as they watch the color rise on his cheeks, dusting his ear tips pink.
You know it's just a stupid little kiss. So what if your heart's beating fast? So what if your palms are already sweaty at the mere thought of touching his mouth? Wooyoung is attractive and has always had girls falling over themselves to catch a date with him. So you would never understand the magnetic pull that drags you closer, leaving a lingering uncertainty over exactly how close you should get to his lips.
But even now, his hands slide through the thick strands of your hair to gently pull your face closer. The warm sweetness of his breath grazes over your lips, and as the last strings of courage fade, the drunken haze slips away. You close your eyes, and when your lashes flutter, you're startled back into reality when the wet warmth of a hot tongue slips against your lips. Wooyoung makes it look easy, this kissing game. His fingers are tracing small circles on the nape of your neck, and you melt. The instant spark that flew up your spine and ricochets up against your skull leaves you weak. You sigh, the moan dying in your throat, and you fall deeper under the spell of his kiss. It's in that moment, you can sense something building between your bodies, creating an energy so palpable you'd swear your clothes could've ripped in an instant.
A cacophony of groans and exaggerated sounds of disgust infiltrates your moment, effectively bringing back everyone from your trance.
"Go to your room if you're not going to stop it there," Yunho pouts and turns his back on the two of you, covering his eyes for extra effect.
"Yeah, please continue somewhere where none of us have to see it," San waves his hands. The both of you are still staring at each other, your hand gripping tightly to his wrist as you scramble back into the space behind you, putting as much distance as possible between you and your best friend.
The game continues on, and you are able to laugh everything off. No one really pays you any mind, and the rest of the evening is just spent laughing and singing with some drinks. There are a couple of card games and a lot more truth-or-dares thrown around. By the end of the night, you find yourself already sleepy. The boys, all together, decide to continue their silly game a little longer while you excuse yourself from the table.
When you're almost in the bedroom, Wooyoung comes up behind you and grabs you. "So?" he asks, with his warm body enveloping you, arms and legs spread on either side of your frame, wrapping you up.
"Yes? What's up?" you whisper quietly, surprised he came to you, instead of staying with the others. He wants to ask you something but hesitates. He needs to get it off his chest, he thinks to himself, otherwise Wooyoung won't be able to sleep at night. "Wooyoung, do you want to go further?"
He doesn't answer and tightens his hold. The air grows warm and heady, swirling the longer the two of you stay stationary. Finally, you take his hand in yours and lead him through the threshold. It's dark, but there is still just enough light filtering through the slats of the window to give the two of you a vague idea of what you are seeing.
But before anything can really happen, you were both snoring into the pillows of your shared bed.
The van is loaded up, and you are heading towards the next destination on your road trip. After several hours, the group is collectively losing their minds.
"Okay, let's switch. My butt is sore," San groans and pops his joints as he exits the driver's seat, turning it over to Yunho. The exchange doesn't last long, and before you know it, it's only noon and everyone was antsy as fuck and impatient and frankly, driving Yunho to the brink of his sanity.
It’s your turn to drive the rest of the way, and the boys are clearly anxious about letting you take the wheel. "No no, come on, Y/N, I think Yeosang will want another go at it."
"No, it's my turn to take the wheel," you flash the biggest smile and snatch the keys out of his hand. "Any complaints, speak now or forever hold your peace." You laugh evilly as the boys quiet and silently file into the vehicle. "We'll vroom vroom!"
"If you get a speeding ticket, I won't defend you. Just so you know," Jongho shouts at you from the back as you're peeling away at the highway.
"Yeah, yeah!" you shout back and set up the GPS before pressing play on your favorite driving playlist. "We'll be safe. Now, strap up and shut up. Time for the fun part!" You step on the gas pedal, and the tires squeal a little bit as the boys scream out their disapproval.
In the time that you drive to the next town, the group settles into their respective spaces for the remainder of the ride, occupying their phones for entertainment and keeping each other company, taking occasional detours from the car to use the restrooms and stretching out their legs at the stop areas along the way. At some point, the others in the back start to drift off and snore softly, and you smile fondly to yourself.
It’s already been a long day and everyone is so tired out that once they finally get a taste of peace and quiet, they fall asleep, heads swaying on top of shoulders or curled up at the window side, wrapped in the plush coats. Even Seonghwa's head has rolled to the side, his own jacket being used to prop himself upright and his mouth hung open in slumber.
Not that the quiet bothers you, because it’s soothing having your favorite music playing quietly in the background as you drive. Wooyoung is sitting in the passenger seat and isn’t quite asleep, but the relaxed state that his shoulders have eased into assure you that the journey to his next destination hasn't been an unpleasant one.
There’s no sound except for the snoring and the love song that’s playing in the background, the mellow voice soothing your souls.
Wooyoung takes your free hand and intertwines your fingers. "Is this okay?" he asks quietly.
"Yeah, it is," you hum gently in affirmation, and he tightens his grip, letting out a small content hum of his own.
As you continue to drive, Wooyoung remains wide awake, occasionally lifting the cup to sip on his iced coffee that has mostly melted by now. His eyes scan the landscape, watching as the horizon speeds past him. At this point, you can feel the slightest pressure at your core building again. But this time, it feels different; more powerful somehow.
He notices and breaks the silence first. "Are we... gonna talk about it?" His tone is even and careful, and there are no hard edges to his voice like before, just a gentle prod.
"What's there to say, really?"
"Don't play that," Wooyoung mutters, shooting you a look that says 'Really?'
You sigh and wipe your palms, shifting your grip on the wheel as the conversation turns heavy. "I honestly have no clue where we even stand," you admit. It's not a lie, but it sure does feel like one. "Where do you think we are?"
"Honestly..." Wooyoung answers carefully, making it obvious he’s trying hard to choose the right words, "Honestly, I don't know where we are going. I don't know. Not anymore." He waits, leaving a weighty silence to settle between you both, before speaking again. "But I really, really like you." He pauses for another beat, waiting as if expecting a response, then carries on. "Like, not as a friend," he explains quickly, then swallows thickly before starting again, "not as just... not a... as someone I grew up with."
"So..." you start, unsure how exactly to proceed. "Does that mean you have feelings for me?"
He considers the question for a second, but then responds bluntly. "I've never not had feelings for you," he mutters quietly. His reply is both unexpected and surprising and also, oddly reassuring.
"Good to know," you whisper, lips quirking upwards. "And I don't wanna sound corny but..." you start but trail off, not knowing where to go next. How do you express that what you really feel is that maybe there's a possibility that you and him have always belonged to each other without sounding lame as hell? "I really, really like you too."
There's an awkward pause, and you're glad the others are all asleep in the back, unaware of the confession of feelings happening in the front row seat. You wait as Wooyoung clears his throat and looks up at you. Your eyes dart to the rear-view mirror for a quick sweep to check the others again. Thankfully, everyone else seems to still be sleeping and completely oblivious.
"Our next rest stop, and I'm going to kiss the absolute life out of you. Fair warning," you mutter so quietly it's barely audible, and you can almost feel the blush bloom across your cheeks.
He raises his eyebrows at you, but his mouth ticks up with mirth.
"No complaints here," and he chuckles, the sound comforting you. Then, he throws his feet onto the dashboard, crosses his arms across his chest, closes his eyes, and settles in for a little while, to rest and dream of nothing but you.
Soon, you pull into a highway diner and wake the gang to stretch their legs and grab some food to snack on until the next full stop, giving you ample time and privacy to settle what needs to be addressed between you and him.
Wooyoung waits patiently as the group mills about, wandering inside and grabbing the table.
"Thank fuck, I needed a toilet. Like, so bad," Jongho complains loudly as he sprints straight towards the facilities at the corner of the entrance.
You head inside as well, getting a big smile on your face, already thinking about what you are going to eat for lunch and where your next adventure will begin. After a half-hour of chatting and scarfing down your food, and taking a good amount of time to relieve yourselves in the restrooms, the group makes its way to the parking lot once again.
"Whose turn is it to drive next?" you call out to the guys, who all groan in unison. "I can go again but this time I'll actually vroom vroom!" You rev the engine to emphasise your point and you hear laughter erupt out of the pack.
"No vroom vroom," Hongjoong laughs and steps up towards the steering wheel. "My turn, little monster. Hand it over."
He reaches a hand towards you and pries the key from your grip. The rest of the crew pile into the van, and the radio plays loudly as Hongjoong races out the parking spot and swerves onto the road, successfully startling everyone within the vehicle and sending them toppling over each other.
"Oh, so I can't vroom vroom but you can?" you cross your arms in defiance in the third row, Wooyoung laughing next to you.
"I'm a great driver!" Hongjoong boasts from the driver's seat as he navigates out of the busy lot and into the rush hour traffic.
"I love you, but you drive like a demon possessed!" San shouts from beside him.
"Dramatic," Hongjoong chuckles. "Alright, settle in folks," he smiles over at the group. "The road's ahead of us, it's gonna be a looonnngg ride!" He floors the gas and merges onto the highway.
You settle closer to Wooyoung's warm body, and his hands pull you closer, cradling your shoulders. He places a featherlight kiss on your hairline. "Later," he mumbles.
A small sigh escapes as the warmth envelopes you whole. This would have to do. "Later," you whisper, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.
Night has already begun to descend as everyone was falling in and out of sleep. The adrenaline from the early start and subsequent stops is finally waning, leaving a nice sense of calm and security blanketing the entire crew.
Everyone seems relaxed.
"Y'know..." Yunho suddenly begins, rousing from a long snooze. "I gotta take a piss."
"Yunho... We're in the middle of nowhere," you sigh, slightly amused but also quite annoyed, "can't you go for a few more miles?"
"A few more miles my ass! I gotta pee, like, RIGHT now!" Yunho continues whining. "Come on, man, please pull over at the rest stop coming up!"
"I gotta go too. We'll stop," Hongjoong acquiesces to his demands and pulls over at the next rest stop available.
Everyone piles out, and as they stretch their limbs, they go their separate ways to tend to their respective business. You and Wooyoung shuffle over towards a bench to sit down and relax, tiredly. "When we get back to Seoul," you huff out as you plop your ass down next to him, "I'm taking the longest nap known to humanity."
"We can nap together," he smirks, leaning in and letting his lips press against yours tenderly. The way his mouth fits yours perfectly leaves a shudder running all over your body.
"Just a nap?" you whisper into his lips.
"Just a nap," he promises, smirking harder now. "Unless you have another idea?"
"Oh, I'll tell you soon," you hum thoughtfully, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly.
A deep laugh reverberates in his chest, filling the cold air around the two of you, and for a brief moment, the two of you could forget the reason that you even met for this trip and focus only on each other. His mouth opens to continue, but another voice cuts through the serene tranquility.
"We're about to hit the next town. Is anyone hungry?" Seonghwa stands before the both of you, clueless and unaware of the tension you both shared. "We're gonna spend a few nights at the next town and do some sightseeing and what-not." He grins at the both of you expectantly, awaiting a response.
"Oooo," you exclaim, genuinely excited to visit the next location, "yes, I'm starving."
"You're always starving!" Jongho yells over, and the others all laugh and agree with him.
"This will be interesting," Hongjoong chuckles heartily before announcing, "Look alive people, because the show is back on the road! Hustle your asses back into your seats, and fasten your belts tight!"
"Is it me or is he turning into a worse version of me every time he drives??" you blurt out, incredulous at how much of a reckless driver he’s becoming. "Who are you and what have you done with Hongjoong?!"
Hongjoong lets out a full body cackle at your remarks, shaking his head at your nonsense, "Settle in, crazy."
It isn't the town. It isn't the culture. It isn't the people. You have only one desire... and only one goal... to touch Wooyoung.
Or rather, let him touch you.
"Hurry back to the hotel room," you mutter through clenched teeth as the two of you ascend in the rickety elevator.
You know how you sound, desperate and thirsty and weak for him, but you honestly couldn't give a fuck. This has been going on for far too long; all this lust and frustration and pent-up desire that has built within the both of you. There was only one way to find release now. And it started by going back to your room and fucking like you meant it.
You and Wooyoung had to find the perfect opportunity to escape. While your friends were busy playing games and drinking themselves silly, the two of you snuck out of the room and booked it back to your shared space and fell into bed, panting and giggling and falling harder.
And now, here the two of you are, staring hungrily, heatedly, lustily into each other's eyes, breath ragged and bodies heavy with want. Wooyoung quickly puts up a Do Not Disturb sign outside the door before pushing his way back into the room and locking it behind him, and then the two of you meet, your fingers grasping his soft tresses tightly, pulling him closer.
"Are you finally going to kiss the absolute life out of me, now?" he whispers huskily, hands tangling through your locks.
"Maybe I'll do even more," you answer quietly, leaning in until your foreheads bump together gently.
"Yeah? Whatcha gonna do, huh?" he challenges, wrapping one strong hand around the back of your neck and the other cupping your jaw, thumbs pressing firmly on either side, a sensation so delicious you almost pass out.
"Fuck the fuck outta me, fuck me til I can't breathe anymore," you sigh and lean into him. You stare at his face and you can see that your words are really affecting him. But your mind isn't focused on what's happening anymore; no, all you can think of now is getting that cock between your thighs, buried in you.
"Yeah?" Wooyoung mutters. He slides his palm across your cheek and slides a thumb over your lips. It's such an innocent movement, but the implications send blood racing throughout your whole body, setting your skin on fire. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His thumb presses harder, testing you. Your mouth falls open and he slips his thumb inside, your tongue laving at the digit eagerly, your breath becoming more shallow. "Yeah, you'd really, really like that."
When his gaze meets yours, it's hot. Desperate. Lustful.
But most importantly...
Devoted.
"And I would want that too," he whispers and when his lips press onto your burning skin, they are so soft you don't notice his touch is the same. Everything changes then. His kisses are sweet. They leave a trail of butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps rippling in their wake. He bites your earlobe. His grip tightens on the nape of your neck and holds your gaze steady.
A moan catches in the base of your throat, spilling over his lips. It makes your knees go weak and your heart pound in anticipation. He eases your shirt off and drops it on the carpeted floor. His fingers caress your sides as if you were the most precious piece of art he had ever seen. When he cups your breasts and rubs the hardened peaks between his thumb and forefinger, it's enough to push you over the edge, leaving you weak and wet in need.
"Do you have any idea how hot you're making me right now? Just seeing you in that bathing suit the other day... It took everything in me not to rip them off you and take you right there in front of everybody," he hisses, breath hitching, and kisses your neck, his teeth grazing along your throat and earlobes, his thumbs still circling your nipples.
"You sure can talk big, Woo," you laugh breathily, raising your chin just enough that he can bite on it, your spine shivering in delight. "You can promise that I'll never need anyone else after tonight?"
"Trust me," his voice is raw, raspy even, dripping with arousal.
"What would that entail, hmmm?" you wonder aloud.
A chuckle vibrates his whole chest as he shakes his head and purrs, "I can show you better than I can tell you."
That's when things begin to escalate. That's when his hands slide down your belly, fingertips teasing at the hem of your jeans. He leans his head close to yours, lips brushing softly over your lips, tongue trailing along them before darting in and out, drawing the outline of them with precision, mapping each curve, tracing a line over every crease. His hands caress up and down your torso, caressing everywhere, while his tongue explores and savors you.
Your knees buckle as his hands drop lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of your panties, rubbing slow circles. A soft, blissful moan escapes from between his parted lips. He bites lightly on your neck, his hot tongue probing, teasing, licking along the sensitive flesh there. He tastes the sweet salty skin, taking it between his teeth, giving a light nibble to the point you'd feel it every time the pleasure inside you increased, the tension increasing between your thighs.
He pushes down your jeans and panties together. They drop heavily around your feet. As soon as your clothes fall onto the floor, your back hits the mattress and you find yourself pinned underneath Wooyoung. The sheets are cool but he's warm and the heat radiating off of him feels incredible.
His mouth travels down your torso, moving further and further lower. Every touch sets off fireworks through every nerve ending in your body, each wave more intense than the last, building slowly.
Your hips arch when he gets near your pussy, eager to have him taste you. "Wooyoung, please."
You don't mean to beg. But that doesn't stop the pleading words escaping from between your lips.
He growls appreciatively, "Tell me how bad you want me."
Your voice is almost a whimper, "Really, really fucking bad."
You bite down hard, swallowing the urge to shout out loud, as he parts your thighs and settles his shoulders between them, spreading them even wider. His lips hover dangerously close and all of the muscles in your stomach contract violently, anticipating his next move.
"Want me to eat you up, baby girl?" He teases.
A little, "Oh yes," is all you can get out. Your thighs squeeze tighter together.
And that's all he needs to hear. His fingers part the soft folds and dive straight for the most intimate part of you. When his mouth closes over your wet slit, you swear to god you've died and gone to heaven. His tongue flicks out and probes your aching entrance. He sucks greedily, greedily drawing all of your juices into his waiting mouth as your fingers tighten their grasp on his head. A choked sob escapes from your chest as he devours you, drinking up every last bit, and it sounds like a fucking symphony.
Your hips writhe in response, your clit swollen, aching to be touched, begging to be rubbed against his tongue. His mouth is pure fucking bliss, and when the tip of his nose finally bumps your engorged nub, it sends electricity dancing through you. Your body jerks involuntarily, a string of incoherent pleas tumbling from your lips. He spreads your legs even wider now, so far apart your ass lifts a couple inches from the sheets. Your heels dig hard into shoulder blades as his tongue flattens and runs the length of your slit.
You begin rocking, your hips undulating, trying desperately to get a rhythm going, but Wooyoung pulls away, removing himself. "Now, now. You have to learn to ask nicely if you wanna get fucked." A predatory grin flashes across his face. His finger ghosts along your mound and slides between your folds, gathering up some moisture from the tip, before teasing its way to the tip of your swollen clit.
"Please... please," you choke, thrusting up desperately, your back arching off the mattress.
"Say 'pretty please.'"
You moan, "I'll say anything you want, as long as you put your mouth back where it belongs." Your hand reaches blindly for him and pulls his face back against your pussy, running fingers through his hair, digging nails into the back of his skull and tugging sharply to bring him closer. "Pretty please."
Wooyoung grunts happily, sinking his chin against your slick pussy, your sticky sweet juices coating his chin. Then, with his other hand he runs his index finger lightly, feathering, stroking, feeling along the length of the hood of your engorged clit. With the tip he strokes circles over your tip, running his nail lightly over the hood before circling round, then moving it from side to side, creating friction, sliding it back and forth, coating it in wetness.
As your body writhes uncontrollably, his free hand begins circling your stomach, his fingers curling, exploring, dancing lightly up and down between the sides and center of your hips. They glide gracefully, caressing, playing a tune over and over again, rolling along every curve and contour of your torso, worshipping every inch, memorising, cherishing, loving the shape of every valley and hill, the plushness of every surface. He rubs along every indent and slope, down the insides of each thigh.
One finger, then two, then three plunge deep inside you, curling in a come-hither gesture and setting a brutal, pounding rhythm that has you panting, gasping for breath. Every flick of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure rocketing throughout every part of your body. Your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl as your thighs clench, trapping him against you. The bedsheets twist tightly under the ferocity of your grip. A storm of ecstasy builds within you. It rages wild and fierce and violent and hungry. Your brain shuts off. Your vision becomes hazy. The blood rushes in your veins like molten lava, bubbling hot, scorching, threatening to melt everything away. You lose all coherent thought except one single thing:
Let him eat the fuck out of you.
"Ohhhh yes..." You murmur into the sheets. You feel Wooyoung's lips curling into a smile. He teases you, withdrawing from you, the tip of his tongue stroking the smooth wet flesh of your swollen clit. "Fuckkk." Your hands fist his hair and pull his head deeper into your mound, grinding his face against your pussy. "Cumming..."
His tongue strokes every inch of skin possible. And every second brings another surge of euphoria. Each one is growing more intense. Each wave washing over and leaving behind nothing but pleasure. Nothing but euphoric bliss. Every. Single. One. And it seems like nothing but seconds pass until your orgasm finally crests and crashes over you.
The sounds of your moans and grunts fill the entire room as you writhe under his tongue's relentless assault. It feels like heaven and hell combined. You can barely see a thing; your vision blurs and streaks across everything around.
After he eats his fill, Wooyoung returns above and kisses you deeply. Tasting your sweet slick all over his lips. Sliding a tongue in your mouth and kissing you so filthy that your moans are getting trapped.
"Did you like how you tasted, baby girl?" he croons, and your nod vehemently, a giddy smile on your flushed face, your core throbbing in delight and pleasure, your mind completely hazed with the delightful sensations he'd elicited from your body.
Wooyoung grasps the neckline of his t-shirt, tugging it off with ease before carelessly tossing the garment off the edge of the bed. Your eyes dart upwards to the wall before you. He's stripped in a matter of seconds.
Now shirtless and very much naked, Wooyoung swaps positions with you and plants you on top. Straddling his hips, your eyes instantly fall on the tattoos embedded onto his skin. Hands slide up and down your thighs, squeezing gently, and Wooyoung runs his fingers over his own abdomen.
"Go ahead. Enjoy the view," he winks, looking like the smuggest fucker ever.
You trace the lines etched over his ribcage, outlining every symbol inked into his skin. You explore his chest with your mouth, mapping every line, exploring every dip, and leaving marks upon marks in the wake of your lips and tongue and teeth. Your eyes don't miss a detail as you admire his broad shoulders and lean biceps, which flex as his hands grip your thighs.
"You act like you've never seen my tatts before," he scoffs, running his hands through your hair, stroking your head affectionately.
"Not this close and detailed before, no," you respond, eyeing him lovingly.
Wooyoung is all gorgeous, beautiful tattoos and chiseled muscles and every other aspect you've ever fantasized about. He looks like something carved by the hands of god. Everything about him exudes pure power and domination, from his striking eyes to his handsome features to his hardening cock between your thighs. It is everything, and you cannot resist sinking lower, hips rolling and sliding against the hard shaft and velvety sack.
"Why are you torturing me," he hisses as his teeth catch at his lower lip, biting down.
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. It wasn't intentional. Okay, maybe a little.
"Well," you start, eyeing him in contemplation. He shifts himself on the mattress, hips thrusting, impatiently, but his arms are limp at his side, his body limp and languid, relaxed. He's absolutely content at letting you do as you please. And so, you decide it was time to please him. "Maybe you deserve it," you say, hand snaking its way into his hair, fisting his black locks roughly, while your other hand glides its way over his abs and toned belly.
Your fingers dance up and down the grooves in between the toned muscle, memorizing the feeling and contour of his body. Your nails rake, teasingly, over his chest, stopping just below his collar bones. You give them both a light pinch and a tweak and enjoy watching him groan quietly in response, before continuing downwards, towards the protruding length below.
"Maybe you need someone to teach you patience. How does that sound?" Your fingertips caress downwards, traveling over his pelvis until you reach the base of his manhood. You wrap a fist firmly around the rigid organ. It throbs, twitching, pulsing. Wooyoung inhales sharply. He shudders and his teeth dig painfully into his lip, preventing any further noise escaping him. You look at his face and wait for him to meet your gaze. When his eyes land upon yours, they are dark, molten fire and hunger burns hot behind them.
"Maybe I do," he chuckles darkly, his hands trailing from your legs to rest atop of yours on his chest, a strong, possessive and reassuring hold.
"And you'd deserve it?" you add, moving a bit more closer to him, sliding your sex more closely towards his erection.
"Maybe," he breathes out, lips parting in anticipation, tongue darting out to lick and wet them.
You move to straddle his hips. Your eyes lock with his again, burning, melting. He raises his hands in surrender, silently giving consent, urging you to carry on with whatever you had planned. So you slide your hips towards him and the head of his cock slides up your dripping lips, and you know it will only be moments until his entire girth is fully sheathed inside you, stretching and filling you. You roll your hips again and gasp. And Wooyoung responds with his own soft grunt.
"Can't believe it... Are we really doing this right now...?" he gasps out, mouth open, cheeks flushed pink and eyelids heavy.
"We'll stop if you want," you respond, teasingly.
"Oh hell no, don't stop," he shakes his head, grip getting even tighter on you and cock harder underneath your warmth. "Keep going, keep going. We've gotten this far... let's just... continue..." he croaks out, breathy, chest heaving.
Slowly, you begin rocking your hips into him, and as you do, his cock eases deeper and deeper. Every movement sends electric bolts coursing through your body and leaves you tingling in sheer excitement. You build the momentum as his length plunges further and further inside you, creating an incredible sense of bliss and euphoria to rise within. The tight friction coupled with the exquisite sensations create a whirlwind inside that threatens to drive you wild, and it is not long until you find yourself lost. The sound of heavy panting fills the room, mingled with the soft slapping of wet skin on skin.
Wooyoung flips you onto your back, and he drives his hips harder and faster and rougher. And you welcome every strike eagerly, holding on to his powerful muscles, and basking in the immense ecstasy of the moment.
"Holy hell, woman, are you trying to fucking kill me?" he groans out through gritted teeth and the sweat trickling down his forehead as he continues pounding and pushing deeper inside of your clenching warmth.
Your hands tighten their hold on his back, clinging onto his form desperately, "Only a little bit, Woo. Only a little bit."
A snort escapes from the deep depths of his lungs, "Hilarious. This is the second best experience of my life."
You decide to mess with him, "Second best? Then what was first?" you can't help the giggles threatening to escape the confines of your throat as you watch his face soften.
"Loving you."
"Ugh, cheesy motherfucker," you playfully admonish, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder, stifling the grin threatening to spread across your face. "Love you too," you say, peppering a couple of sweet pecks along his face and neck.
The bed squeaks and you're sure whoever is sharing the wall next to you can probably tell you are getting laid. But none of that matters. All that mattered was the pleasure. You reach for his hand and lace your fingers together as you feel his thrusts become harder and faster.
The pleasure is unreal. Never before have you felt like this. Not once. Every sensation seems magnified as the pleasure rises within you. You revel in his touch. How he makes you feel loved, worshipped.
"I think I'm..."
"Me too, love," he whispers as you lock gazes again. "Together?" he asks breathily.
You can only manage to nod fervently, cheeks stained red and heart pounding rapidly.
And with the next roll of your hips and the deepest push that Wooyoung provides, your walls tighten around his cock. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hipbones. There's no turning back. You allow the sensation to fill and explode and burst forth from every crevice of your being. Everything stops moving, falling, falling... The room swirls. A bright, sparkling white consumes you, and for a brief moment the universe bursts forth and you swear that you have seen the beginning of time and space within these walls.
And then reality hits, and you lay spent, sweaty, satisfied and wrapped in Wooyoung's loving embrace.
And nothing would be the same after.
When you wake up in the morning, Wooyoung is already awake and gazing down at you in awe and wonder.
"This has been such a long time coming," he confesses, caressing your cheek lovingly.
You take his hand in yours and squeeze lightly. "Couldn't agree more, loverboy," you beam up at him, sending the warmest smile he's ever seen radiating on your glowing face.
"God, I feel so great right now," he laughs joyfully, leaning back onto the mountain of pillows behind him. "Just laying here and staring at you is bringing me an insane amount of happiness."
"Aw, come here, you sappy fuck," you motion him forward and he gladly complies, arms circling around your waist as you sit upright beside him, nestled snuggly against each other's frame.
It doesn't matter what you are wearing or what your hair looks like, you are radiant, perfect and stunning no matter what, and the thought brings the largest smile onto Wooyoung's face, because his feelings were reciprocated. And you both found that solace in knowing that you were all each other ever wanted, needed, wished.
"This vacation could not have been any more perfect," Wooyoung sighs contentedly, eyes falling close for a few beats of silence before he looks over to you.
"Maybe we should go on a road trip every summer," you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "Just you, and me, and a whole bunch of endless highways and a destination in mind... how does that sound, Woo?"
"It sounds like a plan," he beams at you, grinning brightly.
You cuddle close to him and nod your head. "A plan indeed," you agree and kiss him lovingly.
"Just the two of us..." he trails off dreamily as you caress and cradle him close to your chest, the slow rhythm of your beating hearts lulling you both into a sweet slumber.
𝓰enre; wooyoung x fem!reader, highschool au, girl crush, slight angst, romance, confession ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.2k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; crush, reader is a bit oblivious, misconception, heartbreak, lemme know if i missed any! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 8:11
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💫ᝰ.ᐟ welcome to my first part of the “dearest you” event hosted by the @eighteez-net; this event is inspired by valentine's day and white day. teehee first event by the net, i'm so hyped! divider gif was made by me, you can use it if you want :) enjoyyyy
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(pt 2)
★ synopsis —
after admiring him from afar for so long, you were going to do it. you've been mustering up the courage to finally tell your crush that you like him. this could either go amazingly well or absolutely horrible—there was no in between.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
Wooyoung. Just thinking about him gave you butterflies and puts a smile on your face. You wouldn't say that you and him were exactly friend friends.
He was friendly with you and you with him; you'd exchange greetings when the other entered the classroom, he'd give you notes when you missed a day of school(which happens more than you'd like) and you'd buy him a drink as a thank you. Just acquaintances. Unfortunately.
You never really had a serious conversation with him. You just only came to have this crush by admiring him from your own seat a couple desks away. His loud and silly personality with his friends during breaks make you heart flutter. The sound of his voice and his dumb jokes—not to forget his looks, he was model worthy, absolutely gorgeous, he was just perfect in your eyes.
How could you not fall in love? Even though it was always from afar, you really did want to change that. And the possibility of if all goes well, you'd be the happiest girl on earth.
⪩⪨
You hum a soft tune underneath your breath as you wait for the teacher to come inside. You rest your chin on your palm as your friend speaks on and on about her plans for valentine's day with her boyfriend. You weren't really paying attention cause you heard it a million times already. She was just very excited.
“Hi Y/N.” You almost fall off the chair, hand slipping from underneath your chin. Wooyoung looks at your concerned. “You alright..?”
“Just peachy.” You smile, embarrassed. Your friend gives you a knowing look. Usually you'd notice when he enters the classroom—today however he was like a ninja and snuck up on you out of nowhere. “Did y-you need something?”
It took everything in you not to wince at that stutter in embarrassment. Wooyoung doesn't seem to notice or maybe he just doesn't care as he holds out a bottle. It was your favorite drink. How did he even know?
“You're always giving me drinks so I thought I should return the favor.” He gives you that half smile half smirk that you were oh so in love with. You blink at him dazed before snapping out of it.
“...But I get you drinks because you help me out when I miss school as a thank you.” You tell him. You did wish you had the guts to just buy him a drink just because you wanted—and maybe to hint at the ever growing affection you felt towards him. You just... weren't that girl.
“Well. what if I just wanted to buy you a drink?” The butterflies erupt in your stomach when he tilts his head. You don't know if you were just being delusional or not but you could have swore you saw a flirtatious look in his eyes. Then again, it's Wooyoung we're talking about, he almost always has a flirty look in his eyes.
You take the drink from him, your fingers briefly touch. His hands are cold. Your cheeks heat up ever so slightly.
“Thanks...” You say quietly, Wooyoung smiles at the same time the teacher enters the room, Wooyoung goes to his seat.
You could hardly pay attention in class after that exchange. Your eyes dart to Wooyoung every now and then. He jolts down something in his notebook as the teacher talks on and on. Your friend elbows you, she smirks as you give her a glare. She points the back of her pencil to the front of the class—her way of telling you to pay attention to the teacher and not a boy. You roll your eyes but obliged.
⪩⪨
You had come down with a fever last Friday. Your stupid immune system always seemed to not bother in helping you because you were always getting sick. Instead of a small cold, you had a whole fever that left you bedridden for the entire weekend. You only came to school today cause yesterday you were feeling a little better.
You sit at your usual seat and waited for your friend.
She doesn't keep you waiting for long cause she just walks in the classroom. She falls into her seat and gives you a smile.
“Hey girl. Missed you on Friday, how are you feeling now?” She asks, her hand covers yours as an act of comfort.
“Way better now. I was dying the whole weekend...” You answer with a weak smile.
“My poor baby.” She playful pinches your cheek. You swat at her hand.
The classroom door opens and you turn your head. In walks in one of the prettiest girls you have ever seen. Your eyebrows furrow, when did we get a new student..?
“That's Yang Hayoon, she transferred last friday.” Your friend informs you. You nod, still looking at the girl with curious eyes.
Your attention on her soon gets diverted when Wooyoung walks in. He walks over to Hayoon almost instantly. He greets her good morning with that precious smile of his before striking a conversation. Your heart tightens a bit.
Did they know each other? It definitely seemed that they were friendly with each other...
You don't get much time to think about it for the teacher comes in earlier than usual. This new girl sits in the seat in front of Wooyoung's.
You look at Wooyoung. He must have felt eyes on him cause he looks up and catches you staring at him. He smiles and waves a small wave. Your face heats up, you can tell you looked like a tomato right now but despite the embarrassment burning in your chest, you wave back to him. Your eyes snap away quickly and pull out your notebook. You pretend to jolt down a few things as you regain the breath you didn't notice you lost. Damn why was your stupid heart hammering like crazy right now?
After class, Wooyoung approaches you.
“Hey, Y/N.” He leans a bit on your desk. The setting was familiar, almost a routine when you came back to school after being absent for a bit. His genuine concern made you want to bang your head on something each and every time, a strange feeling really. “How are you feeling?”
“Hi, Wooyoung. I'm fine, just dealing with the aftermath of that dumb fever.” You sigh, joining your hands together on the desk. He pouts at that, God knows it took everything in you not to scream of cuteness aggression.
“Here are my notes from Friday.” He hands you the notebook, the one that always ended up in your hands almost every month for a year and some now. The sleek black notebook that just screamed Wooyoung, it was like a sacred item in your hands.
“Thank you, Woo.” The nickname slips out before you can even stop it. He freezes for a split second. That second didn't last long for he recovers. His face melts into a grin.
“No problem, Y/Nie.”
⪩⪨
You couldn't have picked a more clichè day than Valentine's day to confess to your crush. You spent weeks, the rest of January trying to figure out how you wanted to tell him. You were shy—terribly shy so going all out was out of the question.
However simple you were planning to do, it had to be genuine—something from the heart.
You decided on a letter. You could write anything you had to say so your confession wouldn't be a stuttering mess. You spent countless nights rewriting the words of your heart trying to make it more cute, cool—not too lengthy or sappy.
After a pile of crumpled paper in your trash can and whole lot of stressing, the day was here.
The heart shaped chocolates and envelope are tucked away inside your locker. Your fingers tremble slightly as you watch the clock tick slowly waiting for the hour school would be let out.
The whole day you watched with a little hint of jealousy as Wooyoung received chocolates from the girls in the class. Every class change a new girl who you weren't even aware knew Wooyoung came in and made heart eyes while giving him their Valentine's present.
As the gifts piled up, your confidence slowly seeps down the drain like a trickling facet. You knew Wooyoung was popular around here but damn! Why was he such a lady's man?
However low your confidence was at the moment it was not going to stop you from confessing, the gifts mostly appeared to be somewhat more friendly than romantic. It didn't seem you had any REAL competition.
The stupid sound of the class bell has everyone getting out of their seats. Some excited because they had a date with their other half while others seem to not want anything more than to just curl up in their beds with a bowl of ice cream and drown in their singleness.
Your friend pats your arm and you give her your attention.
“I'll wait in here for you to come back.” She gives you a thumbs up as her head nods towards the door. You turn just in time to catch Wooyoung leave the classroom. “Don't take too long cause I have a date later!”
You give her a nod before heading out of the class and basically running to your locker. You reach and open your locker up to take out your confession gift, your trembling fingers return.
You take a deep breath before you blink realizing you actually weren't sure where the guy went. You look down the hallway before spoting Yeosang. He might know where Wooyoung is.
“Yeosang!” You walk over to him. “Hi, do you by chance know where Wooyoung is?”
He takes one look at the box in your hands before smirking a bit.
“He's in the gym. Went to go get something from the boy's lockeroom.” His eyebrows raise, giving you a knowing look. You feel your ears grow hot as you stare at him. He gently pushes you in the direction of the gym. “Good luck!”
“Thank you.” You squeak out quietly before scurrying away. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. ...And a little giddy, Yeosang was Wooyoung's best friend and he definitely just gave you his approval right now.
Your heart beats as you near the gym. Your brain was screaming at you with nervous worries, you did your best not to lean into them.
The halls are empty near the gym surprisingly. Well it is Valentine's day so it wasn't too surprising since everyone rather be somewhere other than school on this day. You catch a glimpse of someone through the Gym door's window. You know it's Wooyoung even with his back facing you. He's talking to someone.
Your heart sinks.
It's Hayoon. She has a box in her hands. You can't see Wooyoung's face but you can see her's clearly. Hayoon looks down and her lips move but you don't know what she's saying.
You heart drops to your stomach when Wooyoung suddenly pulls her into an embrace. The scene left a metallic taste in your mouth as the tears prick your eyes. You back up slowly. They pull away, there's a teary smile on Hayoon's face.
You couldn't take it anymore. You run. You run fast.
You run all the way back to the classroom where your best friend was waiting for you. The look on your face told her everything she needed to know.
She moves to speak, but you stop her with your hand.
“Don't... Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.” You force a smile. Your grip tightening on the gift you held told her otherwise. “You have a date... I don't want to ruin your night.”
“Y/N—” She begins but you stop her again.
“No.” You simply shake your head. “Go have fun with your boyfriend.”
“But—”
“No. No buts.” You're firm on that. “I'm going home.”
She watches as you throw the chocolates and envelope in the empty trash can in the classroom.
“I'll call you tomorrow. Have fun.” Your smile's tight. You leave before she could make you stay.
The tears stayed in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you walk home but you didn't let them. It was harder to keep them at bay when you were outside. Outside in the cold wind, everything felt more real.
It wasn't until you were in the comfort of your own bedroom did they spill.
“Fuck!” You yell in the walls of the familiar paint. The house is empty, you are alone at the moment so you let it all out.
You cry. You cry for what felt like hours—until your eyes hurt. It felt like a part of your heart had been taken out.
You never realized how much you liked Wooyoung until now, now when you didn't get the chance to be with him because you were too late...
It was pathetic now thinking about it. What chances did you think you had with him when all you ever did was admire him from afar and weren't up front with your feelings? Had your wishful thinkings caused you to just become blind and deluded yourself into not seeing the foundation was not even stable enough to cross the bridge to a relationship? Fuck. Well now you see it clear as day and it hurt.
You felt the strain of your pain as you lie bundled up in your blankets in the sad reality of it all.
Genre: Angst/Ex-Lovers/Idol Life
Warnings: Cyberbullying, Name Calling, Anxiety/Social Anxiety, Depression, Minor Mentions of Body Dysmorphia, Collapsing
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You leave everything and everyone you love to hide away for three years.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Final
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Authors Note: there may be mistakes in this part but I will check through eventually. I was more concerned with getting this updated for you all. Hope you enjoy it!
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The Comments
Dear San… …
… …I just had to let you know it was never your fault…
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The scandal broke the online community.
Y/N and M/I? Seriously? This was not on my bingo card. +9 -1
He had told her to stay offline.
Seriously? Didn’t he just debut like two years ago and he’s already in a scandal cause of her? What were they both thinking? +43 -8
Everyone had told her to stay offline.
If he gets kicked out of the group because of this, imma be so upset. +15 -2
The company would handle it. Her girls would handle it. Sooyoung stuck by her more than ever and since she was the fresh hot topic for that week, y/n couldn’t go out to see San either.
Who does she think she is? Dating our oppa? +17 -2
Oppa has better taste. There’s no way they’re dating. +8 -0
She always seemed fake to me. Acting all cute for the camera but she’s a slut behind the scenes. +33 -8
Nooooo not him! He’s my bias! I can’t accept this! +19 -3
“What did I tell you?”
Her phone was snatched from her hands. She looked up to see Sooyoung standing with it in her hand. She looked down at her, sitting on the floor with her hood pulled over. Her bangs covered most of her eyes, but Sooyoung knew she had been crying.
“Y/N–”
“I’m fine.”
“We all told you not to check your social media or any articles,” Sooyoung’s voice was stern, “the company will release a statement. It’ll be old news in like a week.”
“I know that.”
“Then stop reading the comments. Stop looking for people who want to hurt you–”
“Who says I was looking for people who hate me?”
Y/N stood to her feet and grabbed the phone back from Sooyoung. She scrolled to show her the comments on the most recent article that had been opened.
“This one has Kai Unnie’s name in their username. They say they’re not surprised I’m the one who brought our group down.”
“Y/N–”
“This one has a picture of me as their icon. They say they’re disappointed in me. Disappointed, Unnie.”
“Y/N–”
“This one says they will no longer stan as OT5.”
“They’re not our fans.”
“But they are Unnie! Look!” Y/N continued to scroll through the comments, even opening up her instagram to show comments from fans that were begging her to say this wasn’t true.
Fans begging her to say she didn’t betray them.
“And if they’re not saying it about me, they’re talking bad about him.”
“Y/N–”
“And it’s my fault isn’t it? If I didn’t agree to letting him help me out, this photo wouldn’t have been taken. It wouldn’t be circulating online. He wouldn’t be caught up in this either. He has his solo debut coming up! What if it fails because of me–?”
“Y/N! Stop!”
Sooyoung held her by her arms and looked her in the eyes. It broke her heart. She couldn’t look at her teammate like this. Her baby sister.
Y/N’s hair was a mess. Her eyes were swollen. Her hands were shaking. Her lips were trembling.
“You need to stop,” Sooyoung told her, “this isn’t your fault. Nothing is your fault. You were not wrong to accept help. You were not wrong to let him drive you home.”
“But–”
“No. It was a simple interaction. It’s not like you were actually caught dating–even then it wouldn’t matter! You did nothing wrong! Your private life was invaded. You are going to be okay. He is going to be okay. Let the company smooth it out. The online forums will realize this whole thing was baseless and boring gossip. Nothing special. They’ll attach themselves to something more stupid right after that. Y/N, look at me. Look at me.”
Sooyoung's hands were on her shoulders now as she searched her eyes.
“This is not your fault.”
She looked at her leader.
“I need you to say it, Y/N. This is not your fault.”
“This is… not my fault.”
“This is not your fault.”
“This is not my fault.”
“Right. Don’t let yourself think otherwise, okay?”
She gave a small nod. Sooyoung held her hand out and she gave her her phone.
“I know you’ll want to talk to San, but I can’t have you on these sites,” she said, tapping delete on multiple apps before handing the phone back, “please don’t go searching for anything or I might have to actually confiscate your phone.”
“Okay… I won’t.”
“It’ll be okay,” Sooyoung assured her.
Except, it didn’t feel okay. The company put out a statement to clear up the confusion. Y/N was hopeful it would resolve the situation until she saw what was written.
It has been brought to our attention that two of our artists were photographed during a time that should’ve been kept private. We do not discourage or forbid our artists from experiencing normal human emotions and connections, whether it’s friendship or more. Their privacy was invaded. We will not comment on their personal lives, as that is their life and not of our interest. We ask fans to understand that the artists you love are human and allowed a personal life that is not controlled by their workplace.
“There you go,” said Yubin, “it’s all handled.”
“Is it?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
Her hand was shaking when she showed her friend the statement again on her phone.
“They said they won’t comment on this,” she said.
“I don’t understand, y/n.”
“Why couldn’t they just say we’re not dating? Why couldn’t they just confirm that he and I weren’t meeting up for anything else? Why did they have to say it like this?”
“Y/N, calm down–” Kai tried to stop her.
“How can I calm down?” she cried, “how? Look what they’re saying!”
I never liked Nova to begin with. Her niceness always felt fake to me. What a snake. +28 -3
“And it’s not just me, Unnie! They’re commenting on you all too!”
I knew there was something fishy about this group. They only became idols to get close to their male counterparts. +17 -4
“Y/N, listen to me,” said Sooyoung, “every group goes through something at least once. It’s inevitable and it sucks it’s happening to you. But I promise you, this will pass.”
“Yeah, you have us to support you,” Yubin hugged her arm and leaned into her, “we love you. We won’t let anyone hurt our Nova.”
“Listen to Sooyoung Unnie,” said Kai, crossing her arms, “this is one dumb scandal. It shouldn’t even be a scandal to begin with. If we give these online brats any reason to think you’re upset, they’ll think they’re winning and keep attacking you. You need to keep your chin up and act like this entire thing was a joke. How stupid of the public to get something so wrong. You know?”
“Kai’s right. You’re our shining light, y/n,” said Eunji, “we have your back. We won’t let you struggle with this on your own.”
“We’re not going to let you deal with anything alone,” said Sooyoung, before looking at the whole group, “none of us, for any of us.”
The girls came together for a group hug. She felt their warmth and, in that moment, she finally started to believe that things might work out.
They continued their schedules like nothing had happened. She had practiced her smiles in the mirror every day. She gave herself pep talks, reminding herself to block out anything that might cause her to panic in front of the public. It helped to have Yubin holding onto her during airport photos. It helped to have Kai and Sooyoung speak up when questions would get asked on variety shows.
The hosts teased them at first, implying that feelings might’ve been caught between the two by working so closely together.
“All the idols in our company are like a big family,” said Kai, “we all were trainee’s together, even if we didn’t start together, we still overlapped in trainee years. I’ve helped out our hoobae’s many times. It’s not a surprise people assume we’re seeing each other. But we’re just close.”
“He was only driving me home because I had a lot of storage left at the studio to take with me,” y/n explained.
The jokes continued for a while before the hosts reminded audiences that it’s important to respect an idol’s private life. She felt like she had to further explain that there was nothing here but Sooyoung gave her a look that said to leave it.
“It’ll just get worse if you keep arguing it.”
So she behaved.
The comments did start to stop eventually.
“Sooyoung was right,” San told her over the phone, “the whole thing was stupid. People just wanted something to get upset about… and I’m sorry it happened to you. How are you feeling now?”
“Much better now that they’re moving onto other things… and now that I’m talking to you,” she chuckled.
“I wish we could’ve spoken sooner.”
“I know, I was just so busy.”
Lies.
“Our schedules been packed,” not that much, “especially now with the company wanting to focus on a new comeback. They want to lead it into a tour.”
“A tour!!”
She laughed at his excitement. She loved that about him. He was always so excited for her. He had the ability to cheer her up whenever she was down. She didn’t want him to lose that side of him.
So she kept quiet.
She told herself if she kept her pain to herself, it would be fine. And she was starting to feel fine again. The comeback preparations began a few weeks later. Teasers were posted on their instagram. A group picture. Individual pictures. Track list photo with the title song highlighted. Fans were excited. They were always excited. She was starting to forget everything.
It was hard to focus on the positive comments though, when others started to slip through.
Why does she look like she gained weight? 🤍48
She didn’t think she did.
I don’t remember her looking like this… 🤍35
What did they mean? What changed about her?
Can’t believe she’s the one who tried to seduce Oppa. She’s so ugly 🤍89
She thought that was over?
The hair doesn’t suit her. I don’t know what her stylist was thinking. 🤍52
What was wrong with her hair? She chose it. Not the stylist. She thought it looked good.
She kept picking apart everything the comments were picking apart at. She had been eating more with her girls. She snuck out to have dinner with San a few times. She guessed she had been stress eating around the time of the false dating news. Maybe she did pack on a few extra pounds, but she thought fans admired her healthier image? They always said that when she was younger. Maybe now that she was growing into a woman…
No guy wants to date a girl looking like that. That’s why Oppa denied the rumours haha 🤍63
What if San thought the same and decided she wasn’t beautiful anymore? He wouldn’t think that, she told herself, but a louder voice told her he definitely would.
She met with her trainer. She made a new diet plan. She asked her stylists to change up her looks so that fans would be happy. Her members asked why she kept going for drastic changes for each comeback performance stage. She just said she wanted to be more creative.
San would sneak by to see her between stages, always acting like a junior idol fanboying over his senior. He always told her she looked the best. She would believe him.
Lies.
But after each performance, after each comeback, she couldn’t help but curl up in her bed and scroll through her phone.
I don’t understand why she’s styled like that? Is she the main point in this group? 🤍38
Why does she want to stand out from her members? 🤍16
She wasn’t trying to stand out.
That’s not what she had been trying to do at all.
But it seemed no matter what she did, there was always a problem.
She couldn’t go to work anymore without that voice in her head telling her people hate her. Her fans hate her. The comments on their instagram and social media had pictures of the girls, group or individual shots. The accounts said they were fans of LYRA, some since predebut days. She would sit during fan signs and wonder with each fan who came to speak to her, what if they secretly hated her? What if they were the one who said those malicious things online? What if they were the ones who thought she was ugly? What if they were the one who only stanned OT4? What if they were the one who thought she was fake and sleeping around? She would look at the whole crowd of fans and think, what if it was all of them?
She saw her weight loss as progress that she was going back to a better image. She began to choose outfits that made her blend into the background. She began to speak less for variety. She began to perform even harder on stage to prove herself. They had a tour being planned for the following year. She wanted to make sure she was ready for it.
She didn’t realize her mind was starting to wear down. She didn’t realize her body was starting to give out. Her members would tell her to relax. Sooyoung begged her to take a break, to speak to someone. If not her, at least speak to San.
“I’m fine.”
She would dismiss it. Something in her told her there was no point. Because no matter what the girls did to defend her, to help her, the comments wouldn’t stop.
And the more comments she read, the louder the voice got.
She kept her smile going. She kept her conversations light. She kept San in the dark because he was the only one who didn’t see the side of her breaking down every day. Talking to him on the phone made her heart feel a bit lighter. Meeting him made her stay afloat. She didn’t want him to stress the same way she saw her members stress.
He was the only constant joy she felt she had.
But… the voice…
“You did a great job on stage,” San told her on the phone one night, “but… are you getting enough rest? Eating well and all?”
He means you don’t look good.
“Is something wrong with how I look?”
Shit. That was the first she nearly snapped at him.
“No! You look great,” he told her, “you’re the best looking girl I know! You always continue to impress me, y/n.”
She took a deep breath, trying to sound cheerful.
“Thanks, Sannie… I believe you.”
Lies.
Fans gathered for their surprise comeback stage. The stage where they were going to officially announce their Asia tour. She did her best to perform, but all she saw were their faces covered with the online profile pictures.
They hate you. They all hate you. And if they don’t hate you already, it’s only a matter of time until they do.
Her breathing started to quicken. She looked around for an exit. She should’ve listened when her members spoke up. She should’ve heard their concerns. She should’ve been honest with San when he started to show some worry. Had she opened up instead of listening to that voice in her head…
It’s only a matter of time until everyone abandons you.
Long legs stretched out in front of him, completely relaxed and at ease. Dressed in his suit and navy shirt, the jacket placed over the back of a chair, Yunho was waiting to be called up for the photo shoot. The other members had already completed their shoots and were headed home after getting changed. “Yunho, do you want me to wait for you to finish and we can head out together?” Yeosang asked him. “No it’s ok, it’s getting late and we have an early start tomorrow. You head home.” He replied.
As Yeosang went out of the waiting room you realised that it was just you and Yunho left alone. You were there as a hair stylist for the group but so far hadn’t worked with Yunho, only Yeosang. You busied yourself tidying up your work space, lost in your own thoughts. You picked up a hair brush and looked up only to be caught in Yunho’s gaze. He was so still and silent that you had almost forgotten he was still in the room. He rested his cheek in his hand while gazing at you.
As you caught his eye he sat up a little, his finger now tracing his lip as he continued to stare at you. You were almost mesmerised by his stare but the movement of his hand caused you to break eye contact and focus on his movements instead. Yunho saw your focus shift and a slight smirk ghosted his face before his expression became neutral again. Almost on purpose he moved his hand down his neck and let it linger just at the base of his throat. You were almost bewitched and couldn’t look away.
The top button of his shirt was undone and he went to the next button almost as if he was going to undo it. Just as his hands reached the fastening a voice called out his name. It was enough to break you from your trance. You looked up and saw Yunho’s dark gaze back on you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realised you’d been caught looking. Turning away quickly you busied yourself trying to pack away the rest of your things. You didn’t hear him move, no rustle of clothing as he stood up.
There was no sound of footsteps. You just felt heat at your back and a slight smell of his aftershave. Your breath hitched as you turned around. He was close but not too close, aware that his height could be intimidating. You looked up, he was smiling slightly at you. “Did you like what you saw my sweet?” Flustered you tried to back away but realised your table was behind you. “I, didn’t, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” your words tumbled out and you internally groaned at your inability to speak.
Yunho, relaxed in his movements, leant forward causing you to try and move backwards even more. You stumbled and he reached out to steady you. His hand warm on your arm, but he didn’t let go. Instead he moved his hand to your back. Heat radiated through your body from where his hand rested. Your heartbeat started to hum in a new rhythm and your breath hitched at his closeness. Yunho still didn’t move back and instead bent his head towards you.
He moved to whisper “I like what I see.” His words skimmed over your skin and sent shivers down your spine. The sensation was so intense that you didn’t realise what he’d said at first. When the words sink in, your head snaps up to look at him only to find that he’s now even closer. His lips so close you can see the lip balm glistening. Instinctively you move closer and still Yunho doesn’t move away. Almost as if you don’t have control of your own body your hand reaches up to touch his face.
“Yunho! We’re ready for you now.” Another call for him to go out and finish his shoot. With slow movements as if he’s in not rush to finish and go home he moves slightly away. “I’ll be there in a minute” he calls back. He looks at you again, a satisfied smile playing at his lips. “Shall we finish this later my sweet?” You’re out of breath and flustered from his closeness. He reaches out and brushes his hand across your cheek, his touch featherlight, leaving goosebump on your skin.
He turns, collects his jacket and walks out. Your heart is still racing and your face feels warm. You take a minute to steady yourself. What just happened is the only thought that runs through your head followed closely by what to do next.
After Yunho left you were unsure how long you stayed there leaning back against the table. You shook your head and finished packing your things away. Still in a daze you walked out of the room, not really focusing on where you were going until you collided with someone. “Oh I’m sorry..” you started to say as you looked up. You stopped short when you saw eyes full of concern. “Are you ok?” The question was softly spoken as he reached out to steady you as you stumbled a little bit.
He didnt touch you but let his hand hover near your arm in case you stumbled again. Yeosang was quiet strength and calm in the chaos you were experiencing. “Noona, are you ok?” He asked again, looking even more concerned at your lack of response. “Yes, yes I’m ok. I just wasn’t looking where I was going.” You finally found your words to answer him. “I thought you’d already left for the day” you said to him. “Ah, I kind of forgot my phone in the green room” he said shyly.
“Oh again?” You asked. It was common that Yeosang would forget the occasional thing here and there. He looked a bit embarassed at having confessed his reason for coming back. “Ah, ok. Try not to forget it again. I’ll see you in the morning for the next shoot” you said with a smile. You stepped to the side and started to walk away. As you did you saw him come round the corner. Oh damn, the shoot was over already. Would Yunho think you were waiting for him? No, surely he wouldn’t?
You carried on walking trying to avoid eye contact with him. As you got closer he seemed to slow down, waiting for you to come nearer to him. “Oh you’re still here?” The question was asked with just a mild hint of curiosity, as if he was well aware of the effect he’d had on you and not at all surprised that you were still at the shoot. “Ah yes I was just finishing packing my things away, I’ll see you all in the morning” you said in an attempt to make it seem like you’d been busy.
You started to walk past him but as you did there was the lightest touch on your arm stopping you. You looked up at him, his eyes focused on you. “Tomorrow will you be my hair stylist?” The question was unexpected. “I don’t know who I will be assigned to” was all you could say in response. There was that smirk again, “Oh you’ll definitely be mine tomorrow.” Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at him. He was so confident it made you question if this was actually happening.
The slightest of movements and his hand was reaching up to trace your cheek, the lightest of touches that sent a shiver down your spine. You tried not to react but your body betrayed you. A satisfied smile spread across his face. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you tried your hardest to remain calm and composed. Before anything else happened you heard a shout from behind you, “Hyung! Shall we go home together? I forgot my phone and had to come back for it.” Yeosang called out to Yunho.
Yunho immediately turned and responded to Yeosang, “Yes let me get changed and we’ll head out. Did you eat yet?” Yeosang’s answer was drowned out by other members of the shoot coming into the hallway. You took this opportunity to make a quick exit before anything else happened. I’ll be his tomorrow was the only thought running through your mind as you left.
You’d been asked to come to the final day of the shoot around midday as you were going to be styling the last shoot of the day. You didn’t mind, it gave you chance to have a lie in and relax before the chaos of the last day. Inevitably the shoot would overrun but you liked working with Ateez, especially Yeosang who has been so nice to you. You hadn’t worked with all the members, only a few and you wondered who you would be working with today.
As you stepped on set your own thoughts were drowned out by the sounds and people around you. It looked like all the members had arrived and the shoot was well underway. You went to your station and started unpacking your equipment. You felt rather than heard someone behind you, looking up your breath hitched as you saw dark eyes staring at you from the mirror. A smirk hovered over his lips, confidence oozing from him. “I told you you’d be mine today.”
Flustered you nearly dropped the brush you were holding. He was dangerous, why did it have to be him today? You closed your eyes and took a breath. Turning round you looked up at him, “Hello Yunho, have a seat and we’ll get started. I don’t want to take too long on your look.” You tried to stay professional and to avoid focusing on his nearness. You moved out of the way so he could get settled in the chair. Resisting the urge to run your fingers through his soft hair you started to style him.
As you moved your hand to the front of his hair, moving it away from his forehead, Yunho turned his face ever so slightly. “Mmm, you smell nice.” His lips almost touching the inside of your wrist, his breath featherlight on your skin. You shivered at the sensation, you looked at him but he was so calm. To everyone around them it looked like he was just talking to you, no one could see what was really happening.
“You need to stop, people could see what you’re doing.” You tried to say it calmly and softly but your heart was racing. “What am I doing my sweet?” His question was quiet, almost a dare to let him know how you were reacting to him. Heat crept up your cheeks, unable to say anything in response. “Yunho!” A shout saved you, it was time for him to go. You watched him causally walk out, innocence and calm radiating from him. “Hi Noona!” You turned at the greeting, “Hello Yeosang, how are you today?”
“I’m all done for today, I’m heading home now!” You could see his excitement at being finished and now going home to relax. “Oh that’s nice, I’ll see you next time.” You replied with a smile. You heard your name being called and looked up, “You need to come and fix his hair again” came the request. You entered the set and saw him waiting patiently. There were no seats so he had to bend down for you. He was so close, too close, if you moved a little his cheek would touch yours.
As if reading your thoughts you felt the light touch of his cheek against yours, his breath tickling your ear. You moved back a little bit, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m enjoying this,” a smile playing at his lips. “You can’t be doing this, I need to work and you need to be professional,” you said. “Plenty of time for that my sweet.” He said with a wink. You moved away from him but didn’t leave the set.
The shoot wasn’t long and as it was wrapping up you made your way behind the screens that had been erected. Put of nowhere you felt a hand on your arm and a gentle tug into the shadows. You turned and felt yourself being pressed against the wall, it was dark in this area but you knew instinctively who it was. “All mine now” came the satisfied voice. “There are people around someone might see!” “No one will see us my sweet.” He replied calmly. Stepping forward until you could feel his heat.
His face close to yours, stopping for a moment as if asking permission. You looked at him and closing your eyes tilted your face towards his. It was all the permission he needed. His lips touched yours softly at first and then with more passion. Pulling away he brushed his thumb across your lower lip. “So sweet, until next time.” He’d left you breathless but wanting more. Could you let this happen again?
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