Yours Again
Pairing: Junho x Reader
Warning: Cheating, Smut, Some Angst?
Word Count: 2.5k
@biaswreckingfics I hope you enjoyyyyy
Junho barely notices the constant vibration of his ringing phone that's laying beside him. He was distracted by the scent radiating beneath his nose. His arm was tightly wrapped tightly around his new girlfriend, Joy. The smile on his face as they cuddle and watch a movie could not be erased. There's nothing that could happen in this moment, maybe in this life to ruin how he feels, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly and truly happy. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could turn off what he felt.
"What time is it?" Joy asks, turning her head to look at him.
"Um." He pauses, picking up his phone, clicking the home button to turn the screen on. "11:47pm." He responds, noticing a missed call from a number he didn't recognize. He unlocks his phone and clicks on the voicemail notification, before putting in his password.
With the phone to his ear, all he can hear is the sound of breathing with the sound of pouring rain in the background, before a soft voice that he hadn't heard in the longest time whispered through the speaker.
"Junho, it's me. It's Y/N." You say. His heart drops. His mouth is dry as a lump forms in his throat. "I need you. I need to see you. I miss you." You say before ending the call.
Junho's hand is sweating, he can't control the shaking as the automated voice on his phone speaks.
Press One to save this message
Press Two to delete this message.
Junho looks at the dial pad, anger and confusion now flowing through his body. His thumb hovers over the number he's going to press, without a second to waste he presses it, listening to the automated voice again.
This message has been erased.
"Everything okay?" Joy asks, looking back up at Junho, her smile bright. It makes Junho feel at ease, his worries disappear when she looks at him.
"Never better." He smiles. He puts his hand back on her, wrapping around her shoulders before placing a small kiss on her head. He sits there with this wonderful woman, a woman that's made him the happiest he's been in a while, so why does he feel as though he's made the wrong decision deleting that message?
**
A few days later Junho is waiting in line at his favorite coffee shop, the place he goes whenever he's early for work and has the time to get his morning energy boost before heading to his office.
"Next customer." The woman behind the counter calls, prompting Junho to go forward and order. He places his order and pays, moving to the side to stand off to wait for his drink. Pulling out his phone he scrolls through his Facebook, hoping something interesting would pop up.
As he's lost in the world of Facebook, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Putting his phone away, he spins around and he sees you. His eyes widen as he tries to process the fact that you are here, you are standing there in front of him and he feels like he can't breathe.
You look amazing, your smile, your body, you're glowing, everything about you is radiating and for a minute he forgets he's supposed to have forgotten about you. He forgets that he was supposed to not love you, he's supposed to be mad at you. For a minute, for just a second he forgets about Joy, and the life he has now where he's so unbelievably happy
"Hey stranger." You smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I called you."
"I know." Junho says, shrugging his shoulders. "I deleted it." He tries to remain calm but his voice shakes as he tries to take a subtle deep breath.
"I thought we were or could maybe try to be friends." You say, with a small laugh. "I know it's been a while. But like I said. I miss you." You awkwardly laugh.
He could tell through your eyes that his words hurt you, but you hurt him more when you couldn't choose him.
He laughs. "Maybe we could have been friends, had you tried to explain yourself or something. Anything, Y/N. But you didn't. I was told you cheated on me, I confronted you and you said nothing." He finishes, avoiding eye contact.
"Coffee for Y/N." A woman calls out. You smile widely at Junho before grabbing your coffee.
"You left me, Junho, remember that. But call me sometime. We can meet up and talk. You never gave me a chance to explain things to you." You say. You can see Junho's hard exterior towards you begin to soften, which led you to do what you did next. You stretched up on your tiptoes and placed a small kiss too close to his lips to be an accident. You give him one more smile before walking out the door, while Junho's heart beats almost out of his chest.
You stuck in his mind as he stood there waiting for his name to be called. How dare you? Who did you think you were? Why now? Why would you do this when he was actually happy. He spent so many nights agonizing about you, wondering about you. He hated to admit it, but he was curious about why you were trying to come back into his life now.
He tried to get you out of his brain on the entire walk to work.
He sat at his desk at work and thought about you all day. His mind really should have been on Joy, or atleast work but he couldn't help but wonder about what you were up to, and why now? That was the one he wanted answered the most. Why now?
Almost two years later, you decide to come back into his life? He hated that you were doing this, but he couldn't deny how deeply and madly in love with you he still was.
**
You had thought he would move on, in fact you knew he would but there was a part of you that hoped he wouldn't have moved on, that he would have waited for you. You knew it was selfish, you absolutely knew that it was. But Junho was who you wanted, he was who you were meant to be with. It might have taken you a little longer to figure it out, but now that you had, you wanted him.
That night you laid in your bed, your finger hovering over the send button as you read your text over for the thousandth time. With a knot in your stomach and a deep breath, you press send.
[11:36pm] Do you have a girlfriend?
You toss your phone to the side, squeezing your eyes closed tight as your heart beats out of your chest. You were never this nervous around him before but now, he gave you butterflies.
You woke up in the morning barely remembering the text you had sent the night before. You rolled over, shoving your head in your pillow as you prepared yourself for his response - if there even was one. If he didn't reply, you understood why, but you wouldn't lie, it would hurt you a little.
With your head still in your pillow, you reached your hand over to the side of your bed, blinding feeling around for your phone. Your fingers feel it, your stomach tightens as you slide it over to you, rolling onto your back while keeping your eyes shut. You open one eye, peaking as you turn the screen on.. and there's nothing. You have notifications from every other app on your phone but text notifications? Nothing. Your stomach drops, you knew he got it, it said he read it but no reply. Maybe he really didn't want you in his life, maybe you really did ruin your one chance at love when you let him leave you.
And that was something you had to live with.
**
The next day you sat at your desk, typing up a report on your computer when you heard the loud vibration from your cell phone which was placed on your desk. You quietly apologize at all your coworkers who are now staring at you, before opening your messages.
Your heart beats faster. It's from Junho.
[1:45 pm] Junho: Yes, I do.
You smile. You're happy for him.
Sorta.
[1:47pm] You: I'm happy for you.
[1:49pm] Junho: are you?
[1:51pm] You: of course I am. I want you to have everything you've ever wanted. Can we please meet? I need to talk to you.
[1:57pm] Junho: Meet me at the bar at 8pm.You know the one.
And with that, your heart fluttered, this was a step in the right direction.
**
That night you sat at the bar, your short dress on as you waited for Junho to show up. You were sipping on your cocktail, your eyes darting to the door everytime you hear the bell Ding. You hope it's him but it hasn't been. You look at your phone reading 8:08pm and your heart sinks. He was never usually late, maybe this meant he wasn't coming. You wanted to plead your side to him, the fact that you never cheated but two years ago you were in a weird place in your life and honestly thought he deserved more than what you were giving him, so you didn't deny it. In your head it was the easiest way out for the both of you.
But damn have you ever regretted it everyday since. Junho was one of the good ones and you wanted him back, desperately.
The bell dings again, you look over and see Junho walking your way, wearing all black, his button up shirt tightly clinging to him with a few buttons popped open. His hair was messy but looked so good.
"Hey." You smile as he walks up to you.
"Hey." He smiles back. "Let's get a table in the back. More privacy." He suggests.
You stand up, walking in front of him to the back of the bar, slightly swaying your ass because you just know he's going to watch you walk away from him. You can hear a small groan from behind you, immediately spreading a smile on your face as you get to the table and sit down. You both order a drink and sit in silence for a few minutes as you wait, neither of you wanting to talk first.
"So.." he starts off.
"I never cheated on you. I can't believe you even questioned me on that, especially when Jun. K was the one to say that. Do you not realize how fucked up he was at that time? You shouldn't have believed anything he said."
"Why didn't you deny it? Why did you let me believe that you did that to me?" He asks.
"Because.. I didn't feel like I was good enough for you. I was insecure, I felt needy and I felt like you deserved better. So I didn't say anything, I thought it was an easier way out, I guess." You admit.
"But that wasn't just your choice to make, Y/N. We were a team. You should have talked to me and we could have worked things out. But you just let me believe that." He sighs.
"I know and I've regretted it ever since. I took time to work on myself, I've got a great job and friends and family. But I haven't been able to find anyone quite like you. I miss you Junho." You whisper.
"Y/N.." He pauses as you reach your hand over and place it on top of his.
"I miss your smile, your smell, your hugs, kisses, touches, I miss the way you fucked me so good." You groan, your pussy beginning to throb. "We were so good together.."
"We were." He whispers. "I just.." he sighs.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom." You say. You look at him as you stand up, your eyes meeting. You give him a wink before you nod your head in the direction of the bathroom before walking off. You wondered if he would get the hint.
As you slowly walk back down the hallway from the bathroom, disappointment washes over you. Just before you reach the opening of the bar, a hand wraps around your wrist, and yanks you around, crashing your back into the wall.
"Why are you doing this to me?" He growls, his breath is hot on your ear, his hands moving up and down your body as his face rests in the crook of your neck. "I fucking miss you." He groans. "Do you even know how fucking hard you still make me?" He moans. He hikes your dress up before turning you against the wall. He unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, pushing it between your legs, rubbing your lips and making you moan.
"Ugh." He groans, his hands pressed against the wall.
He pulls away from you, guiding you quickly to the bathroom, where he pushes you against the door, forcing your legs open. He sucks two fingers before sliding them inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out.
You let out a muffled moan, causing him to pull his fingers from inside you. He lines himself up, shoving his cock inside you, stretching you out. You missed this, you missed him and feeling his slide against your walls as he hits the perfect spot every time.
His hand slides across your mouth, making sure you're quiet. He pushes his weight against you more, as he thrusts himself inside of you, grunting as you squeeze your pussy around him.
"I've missed your pussy." He shudders, as he pounds himself into you. "Rub your clit." He demands. You move your hand between you and the door, just barely being able to slide it down between your legs. You shiver the moment your fingertips touch the sensitive bud, pleasure coursing through your body. You knew it wasn't going to take you long to orgasm, you've never had anyone like him since the two of you split.
"You better cum." He grunts as someone begins knocking on the door. That just amplifies everything, your orgasm coming quicker as Junho violently thrusts into you, yearning for his own release.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, letting his load release inside of you, just as your orgasm washes over you, making your knees buckle as you try to keep it together. Junho pulls out of you, panting from behind you as he buckles his belt up while you adjust your dress.
"So what now?" You ask, turning around to face him.
"Now I go home and have a very uncomfortable conversation. I'm sorry Y/N.. for putting you in the middle of this. I need to talk to Joy and confess and end things. I should have done that first." Junho sighs.
"Call me when you're ready." You smile, planting a small kiss on his lips.
You pull the door open and walk out of there, feeling satisfied but guilty as well. You knew he should have ended things first but you couldn't help it. You missed him, you wanted him, and you couldn't wait until he was yours again.