contains loud moans, wet noises, (and actual jungwons groans, whimpers)
Sunoo and Jungwon was just having an argument because Jungwon is annoyed at Sunoo because he kept messing up at dance practice recently and Jungwon starts scolding Sunoo. Since Jungwon was so stressed, Sunoo offered Jungwon a blowjob as stress relief. Jungwon kept refusing but he cant resist the look of how pretty Sunoo's eyes and pink lips look. in the end, Jungwon agreed.
Long-distance was never easy, but Nishinoya Yuu refused to let thousands of miles become an excuse to love you any less. No matter what country he found himself in, every night ended the same way—with a video call. Between stories of breathtaking sunsets, near-death encounters with overly confident seagulls, and promises of all the places he'd take you one day, the distance somehow felt a little smaller. And on the nights when missing each other became too much to bear, neither of you hung up first, choosing instead to fall asleep together through a phone screen.
Warnings: Pure fluff and comfort. Established relationship, long-distance romance, late-night video calls, sleepy conversations, travel stories, gentle teasing, soft confessions, cuddling through a screen, wholesome dialogue, and two people proving that love doesn't need the same time zone to feel like home. Happy ending.
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The digital chime of your phone cutting through the silence of your dark bedroom was a sound you had quickly learned to associate with a sudden, inevitable rush of warmth.
It was exactly 2:14 AM.
You rolled over in bed, burying half your face in your pillow as you fumbled for the glowing device on your nightstand. The screen lit up your face, displaying a contact name flanked by a string of chaotic emojis—sparkles, wild animals, and a volleyball.
You swiped to accept, and the screen instantly filled with a flurry of motion, a crackle of wind, and a blinding grin.
"Hey! You're awake! I didn't wake you up, did I? Tell me I didn't wake you up, but also I'm so glad you answered!"
Nishinoya Yuu’s face was pressed incredibly close to the camera, his dark eyes sparkling with a familiar, boundless energy. His hair, usually styled into his signature, gravity-defying spike, was completely down. It fell softly around his forehead and ears, damp and messy from either a recent swim or the humid night air of wherever he had landed yesterday. He was wearing a faded, oversized tank top, his shoulders deeply sun-kissed, a stark contrast to the pale, cozy blankets you were buried under.
"Yuu," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, a small, involuntary smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "It's past two in the morning."
"Ah! I knew it!" He looked momentarily apologetic, his shoulders dropping, but the excitement quickly surged back, puffing his chest out. "But look! You have to see this. I couldn't wait until your morning. I literally ran back to the hostel just to get a good Wi-Fi signal so I could call you."
He spun the camera around. The shaky footage smoothed out to reveal a breathtaking view. He was standing on a wooden balcony overlooking a dark, glistening expanse of water—the Mediterranean, if your memory of his chaotic itinerary served you right. Far in the distance, the cliffside of a coastal Italian town was dotted with warm, amber lights that looked like fallen stars scattered along the rocks. The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore bled through your phone speaker, a rhythmic, soothing backdrop to his breathless narration.
"Isn't it crazy?" Yuu’s voice came back, loud and clear, though he was trying—and failing—to keep it down for the sake of his sleeping hostel roommates. "The water here is so blue during the day, it doesn't even look real. It looks like someone poured paint into the ocean. And tonight, the moon is so bright it’s casting a silver path all the way to the horizon. I swear, I wanted to jump off the balcony and try to run across it!"
"Please don't jump off any balconies," you laughed softly, resting your chin on your arms, staring at the screen. "I'd like you back in one piece."
"Don't worry, my balance is legendary! You know that!" He flipped the camera back to himself, leaning his chin against his palm as he propped the phone up on the balcony railing. His grin softened into something incredibly tender as he looked at you. "Man... I really miss you. Seeing your face right now is the best part of my day, hands down."
The sudden shift from high-energy explorer to sweet, earnest boyfriend caught you off guard, making your heart do a familiar flutter. "I miss you too, Yuu. How has the food been?"
"Oh, my god, the food!" He sat up straight, his eyes wide. "Okay, so today, I found this tiny little bakery down an alley that smelled like heaven. I didn't even know what I was ordering, I just pointed at this pastry and yelled 'Questo, per favore!' with the best accent I could muster. The old lady behind the counter laughed so hard she gave me two of them! It was filled with this sweet cream, and the crust was so flaky it got all over my shirt. I thought about you the whole time because I know you would’ve stolen half of it."
"I absolutely would have," you agreed, shifting under your blankets. "And you would have let me."
"Duh! I’d give you the whole thing," he said instantly, without a shred of hesitation. He leaned closer to the screen, his gaze tracing your features. "Hey, you look sleepy. Are you cold?"
"A little," you admitted, pulling the duvet up to your nose. "It's freezing here tonight. I wish I had your weather."
"I wish I could share it with you," Yuu murmured, his voice dropping into a register that was rare for him—soft, quiet, and intensely intimate. He looked down at his own hands, then back up at the screen. "When I was walking along the beach earlier, the sand was still warm from the sun. I was thinking... next time, we’re coming here together. No excuses. I'm going to show you every single spot I found. I'll carry your bags, I'll buy you all the pastries, and we can just sit on the sand until the sun goes down."
"Promise?"
"I never break my promises!" He thumped his fist against his chest, right over his heart, a fierce determination shining in his eyes. "Just picture it. You and me, eating gelato, walking around these crazy old streets. I'll even protect you from the seagull I had a fight with yesterday."
You let out a quiet giggle. "A fight with a seagull?"
"It tried to steal my sandwich!" Yuu defended himself, puffing his cheeks out indignantly. "It was a tactical retreat on my part, okay? Those things are ruthless. But for you, I would've fought to the death. No bird is taking your lunch on my watch."
You stared at the glowing screen, feeling incredibly close to him despite the thousands of miles of land and ocean separating you. It was in moments like this—when he was rambling about seagulls, his hair damp and messy, his eyes full of absolute devotion—that the distance felt manageable. He brought his entire, vibrant world right to your bedside.
"You're ridiculous, Yuu," you whispered affectionately.
"I'm serious!" he insisted, though a bright, boyish grin broke across his face. He shifted on his end, moving back inside his room. The background changed to a cozy, rustic room with stone walls and a small bed. He collapsed backward onto his mattress, holding the phone above his face. "Ah, my legs are killing me. I walked like fifteen miles today. But it was totally worth it."
"You need to rest, too," you said, watching him stretch out. "Don't overexert yourself just because you have endless energy."
"Hey, even the great Nishinoya Yuu needs to recharge," he chuckled, rolling onto his side. He propped his head up on his arm, holding the phone steady. The angle showed his sharp jawline and the relaxed, sleepy curve of his shoulders. "But talking to you is how I recharge. Seriously. It’s like... when I'm traveling, everything is so fast and new. It's awesome, and I love it. But when I call you, it feels like I can finally take a deep breath. You're my home, you know?"
Your chest tightened with a sweet, aching warmth. "Yuu..."
"I mean it," he said, his eyes unwavering. He reached a finger out, gently tapping his screen right where your cheek was on his display. "Right there. I'm touching your face. Can you feel it?"
"Yeah," you whispered, matching his action and tapping your screen where his cheek was. "I can feel it."
A soft, pink dust settled over his cheeks, and he let out a shy, breathy laugh, burying his face in his arm for a brief second before looking back at you. "Man, you're too cute. It’s not fair. I want to hug you so bad right now. I want to squeeze you until you complain that I’m holding on too tight."
"I wouldn't complain," you said softly. "Not tonight."
"Then I'd hold you even tighter," he promised, his voice incredibly gentle.
For a long while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn't heavy or awkward; it was comfortable, filled only with the soft rustle of your blankets and the distant, faint hum of the Italian night through his open window. You watched his eyes flutter slightly, the exhaustion of his long day finally catching up to him, though he stubbornly kept his eyelids pried open to keep looking at you.
"Yuu, you can close your eyes," you murmured, your own eyelids growing heavy. "I'm not going anywhere."
"No way," he mumbled, though his blink lasted a second too long. "Want to keep looking at you. What if you disappear when I close them?"
"I won't disappear. I'll be right here on the screen."
"Promise?" he echoed your earlier question, a sleepy, vulnerable edge to his tone.
"I promise. I'll stay on the line until you fall asleep."
"Okay..." He let out a long, contented sigh, shifting his pillow so he could rest his cheek comfortably while still keeping the camera pointed at his face. His dark eyes softened as they locked onto yours one last time. "Hey. I love you."
"I love you too, Yuu. Sleep well."
"Love you more," he mumbled, his voice dragging slightly as his eyes finally drifted shut. "Next time... gelato... and no seagulls..."
You couldn't help but let out one last, quiet laugh at his sleepy rambling. You watched him on your screen as his breathing slowed into a deep, steady rhythm, his features completely relaxed and peaceful.
Even with an entire ocean between you, wrapped in the quiet chill of the late-night hours, you had never felt warmer. You nestled deeper into your blankets, resting your phone on the pillow next to your head so his sleeping face was the last thing you saw, and let yourself drift off to sleep to the faint, distant sound of the Mediterranean waves.
𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑤
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 ♥
I fell in love with you,
I don't know why,
I don't know how,
I just did.
Tags/Warnings :- An Office Au, Ceo!Taehyung, Secretary!Y/N
A dream-like romance. Cheesy. Highly Romantic.
Written by Author L
Cross posted on Wattpad
Word count :- 365 Words
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♡ 𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 ♡
This is just to give you an insight on what's gonna happen here. These are just my true thoughts here, so bear with me, it's not gonna be poetic.
I've been wanting to write 'Just The Two Of Us' since a long time. It's very close to me because it's my first ever story. Through this story, what I intend to convey is, absolutely nothing. That's right. Absolutely nothing. This story is not one which is a dark/suspense thriller, or one which would inspire you for your next endeavour, or psychologically motivate you. It's rather something that focuses on an emotion. Particularly, the emotions of the characters. I aim to showcase the characters' true, raw feelings about each other.
I usually gravitate towards stories which, to some extent seem realistic and relatable. They must be light, believable and make you, the reader, go through certain feelings without emotionally exhausting you. Unfortunately I couldn't find many works that were convincing enough, logically made sense, and basically, hit me hard. Which is why I set out to write one myself. It does of course have a few fictional elements without which there might be no story.
This story mainly and solely focuses on just the two characters (and a few others) and their feelings for each other. It's basically about two ambiverts who are conscientious, resourceful, firm, slightly egoistic, and quite normal people who happen to realise, discover, and explore the possibility of being in love. It's a dream-like almost magical romance focusing on what I love to call "the butterfly inducing effect". So, get comfy, grab a tub of ice cream, maybe get a few tissues and be prepared to experience romance like no other and fall in love.
[8:21 pm] As Jungmo landed the ball once again in the hoop, a wave of exhaustion crashed over you. You two had been playing for over 20 minutes now - or, Jungmo had been playing and you had been looking like a loser next to him since you hadnt been able to score once. Even though he could clearly tell you were feeling done with the game, the grin on his lips didn’t fade as he continued to dribble the basketball around you.
Since you weren’t good enough to actually beat him, you though that you had to go for a different approach. Right as he threw the ball into the hoop once again, you turned away from him and took a few steps forward. He looked at you with a confused expression, and was about to ask what you were doing when-
He heard you sniffling. You brought your hands up to your face to cover it as you continued to give out fake sounds to make him believe you were actually crying. And he seemed to fall for it.
“Hey, don’t cry!” he cooed, dropping the ball on the ground and jogging up to you. He turned you around and pulled you in for a tight hug - but you escaped from it, leaving him confused behind you once again as you ran towards the ball. You grabbed it, and for the first time today, you scored. Even though you had such a wonderful plan, you hadn’t expected to actually get the ball into the net, so when you turned around to Jungmo again, your mouth was forming a circle in surprise.
“I did it! I did it!” you cheered, jumping around in a circle to express your happiness.
Jungmo only shook his head. “But you betrayed me,” he said, a faked disappointment in his voice. You stopped your celebration to look up at him, making puppy-eyes and clasping your hands together in front of you as if to beg him for forgiveness while your lips formed a pout. “I forgive you only because you’re so cute.”
You smiled and went up him to embrace him in a hug. “I’m sorry for tricking you,” you hummed, pulling away from him. “But the last goal of the game is always worth a thousand points, right? So I won!”
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happy 100 days luvities !! ❤️ cravity has already brought me so much happiness in this relatively short period of time and i couldn’t be more thankful. and all of you luvities i’ve come in contact with have been nothing but super sweet to me and to everyone else, thank you so much! let’s go for thousands and thousands more days with each other and with cravity 💓
Sobbing into your hands as relief crashes over you, months of surpressed pain and longing finally coming out to the surface only to be washed away as you felt him hold you closer. Your fingertips grazed the skin of his arms, every ridge, every bump and every scar already burned into your mind before you even saw them. Your thoughts were a flurry of words that came as fast as your tears, the memory of the nights when you only had his shirt and the remnants of his scent to keep your loneliness company being replaced entirely by this one moment.
"I'm back." he murmurs, and you choked back more tears so that you can hear him more clearly. It's been too long.
He held you for a long time, both of you not minding the number of minutes wasted in each other's embrace. You'll take as much time as you need to savor the moment of his return and with the way his hold on you seems to be getting tighter by the second, you know he plans to do the same.
