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[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊ [𝟎𝟐:𝟐𝟑]

"ugh it's freezing" Yunho would mutter to himself as he reached across the mattress in search of your warmth and pulled you against his chest.

"ah!! absolutely not! you're the freezing one, get off get off!" Your quiet screams of protest soon proved to be of no use: your limbs had already become tangled with Yunho's frozen ones, but no amount of squirming could save you now.

"shh, go to sleep" Yunho continued to squeeze you tightly against him, leaving you trapped. Fortunately enough, it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, leaving a small window of opportunity for you to slide from his grasp, out of the bed and rummage through your wardrobe in search Yunho's favourite fluffy onesie - the one with the little orange stars on it.

After pulling it out of the wardrobe, you'd creep quietly towards his side of the bed, shaking him furiously when you eventually got there. He'd be a little startled of course, but after your explanation of how much you hated being his human hot water bottle (and that he'd be much warmer in this onesie) he would nod in agreement.

With the onesie now covering the block of ice that was Yunho, you'd get back into your place in the bed, snuggling up into the covers.

“hey, ____?” Yunho's tired voice would sound from behind you, an arm reaching over to take your hand. You'd turn over, only to find him gazing at you with sleepy eyes and the softest smile stretching across his face. Naturally, you'd take his hand this time shuffling a little more willingly towards him, the cold touch from earlier no longer there “i love you.”

[rosy-wooyoung]

la rose du bohneur | j. yunho

pairing: husband!yunho x reader (mention of the reader being a teacher) word count : 867 genre: established relationship, fluff, non-idol!au tw: none a/n: i am so not inspired to write those days, i wanted to originally post this for my nct account back then, but i’ve been slowly swerving to yunho since the comeback 🥺

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“Honey!” your husband Yunho screamed from downstairs, waiting for you to come out of your home office. Glasses sliding off your nose as you tied your hair up, you leant against the wooden railing with a smile. “Yes, baby?” Yunho beamed at the sight of you, and he adjusted his baseball cap on his head. “I’ll be in the garden for the next hour or so, just to warn you,” he said, eyes lingering on you as you walked down the stairs.

“Okay. Have you applied sunscreen?” “Ah shit, no, I forgot,” he shook his head and you grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. You opened one of the drawers under the bathroom sink and rummaged through your makeup stuff, finally finding the triangular tube you were looking for. Forcing a hand on your husband’s chest to make him lean against the sink, you took off his baseball cap, only to put it on backwards with his front hair tucked underneath. You smiled at your husband as you squeezed some product on your hand, asking questions about your work while you rubbed your hands on his face. Applying the sunscreen on his arms, cheekbones, neck and forehead, Yunho couldn’t help but admirably look at you.

“I still can’t believe that an angel like you agreed on marrying me,” he stated while you washed the remaining sunscreen off your hands. You chuckled and shook your head, a huge grin decorating your lips at his words. “I can’t believe a sweet man like you proposed to me,” you riposted, drying your hands on the hanging towel. He leant towards you to peck your lips, but you swiftly backed off, giggling. “No kiss! Not when you are spread with sunscreen like now!” “Darling, please, come on!” Yunho giggled and pouted as you ran away from him, his slippery hand on your arm allowing you to escape. “No!” you ran the first half of the stairs, ready to go and hide in your office in case of a sudden attack. “Just one kiss? Baby, please?” His pleading eyes made you cave in, nodding before walking down the stairs again, circling your arms around his sticky neck.

Just as promised, you pressed your lips on his in a quick peck, the chemical taste of the product melting in your kiss. You pulled away and laughed as your husband wiped his mouth with the back of the hand, the weird taste only increasing because of his actions. You wrapped your arms around his neck, laughing as you felt him lower his head to wipe his mouth on your cardigan.

“I’ll get going then,” he mumbled and kissed your cheek, pulling away from your embrace. “Have fun baby,” you winked at him and walked upstairs as he went out on the patio, putting his sunglasses on.

After saying goodbye to your students on Zoom and correcting the last English test of the day, Yunho knocked on the wall to draw your attention, peeking his head in the doorway with a bright smile on his face.

“You busy hon?” You shook your head after closing your red pen, spinning your office chair to face him. “Look how beautiful they are-” your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the sight of the red roses he held in his hands. You gasped, walking up to him to admire the beautiful handmade bouquet.

“They’re wonderful Yun, I love them,” you beamed as you delicately touched the petals, loving the silky texture of your favourite flowers on your fingertips. At the beginning of your relationship, when Yunho had asked you what your favourite flowers were, he made a mental note of it for the future. Before thinking about moving together, Yunho inquired with a gardener to have basic knowledge so that the rose bushes grow in the best ways possible. He didn’t hesitate to plant some in the garden as soon as you bought your house together, taking extra care of them, sometimes bringing you a single flower when you felt stressed or sad. It always made you smile and this gesture slowly became a habit, sometimes buying roses for you when he came home from work when the ones in the garden hadn’t bloomed yet.

“You did such a great job,” you pushed falling pieces of hair away from his eyes, earning nothing but a happy, blushing Yunho. Seeing your husband becoming as red as the flowers he held was a sight you'd never get tired of, giggling before kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you,” he mumbled and you took the flowers, walking downstairs to the kitchen with him to place them in a vase filled with water. Yunho opened the fridge and drank straight from the sparkly lemonade bottle, earning a side glance from you as he did so.

“I’m sorry, I was so thirsty,” he said and you rolled your eyes, placing the vase on the kitchen counter. “You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled and he smiled, circling his flushed, sweaty arms around your waist. “I love you too, sweetheart. Are you coming to chill on the patio with me?” your lover suggested and you took the lemonade bottle from his hand, only to have him smiling as you took a few sips of the beverage you had made a few nights before. “Let me change into something more comfortable and I’m all yours,” you said while handing him the bottle back, kissing his lips before walking upstairs.

[rosy-wooyoung]

[03:29]

You woke up with a start when you heard something fall in the kitchen. You rubbed your eyes before looking at your alarm clock, the red digits showing 3:29 am. Pushing the warm blanket off your body, you shivered and stood up, walking out of the room to check the noise source.

In front of you in the kitchen stood your boyfriend Yunho, who was clumsily moving his long limbs around the kitchen. You blinked a few times because of the light coming from the main lamp and observed your man for a few seconds.

“Babe,” you said, your voice coming out funny as it was still laced with sleep. “Jesus!” Yunho jumped in fright, almost letting go of the bowl he had in hand. He looked at you sheepishly, scratching his nose with his free hand. “Why are you up?” You asked, confused. Leaning against the doorway, you waited for your boyfriend to get a grip on his actions and go back to sleep as quickly as possible. “I wanted a midnight snack,” he pouted and you sighed, pointing at the digital clock on the oven. “It’s three am, Yunho, it’s a bit too late for a midnight snack,” you said and he let out a small “oh”. You huffed again and went to sit on the counter next to your boyfriend.

“Hurry up and eat, I wanna go back to sleep,” closing your eyes and resting your head on the cabinet behind you, you heard your boyfriend moving around the kitchen again, pouring cereals in his bowl before adding milk. He came between your dangling legs, a hand softly rubbing your thigh as he munched on his snack. You opened your eyes and tiredly stared at Yunho, who did nothing but brightly smiled at you.

“I’m sorry for waking you up though, the bowl slipped out of my hands and I wasn’t quick enough to catch it.” “It’s okay honey, I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” you caressed the top of his head with a gentle smile, eyes struggling to stay open. He seemed to notice it because he swallowed the remaining of his bowl in one go before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, quickly chewing his last cereals.

“Come on, let’s go back to bed,” you giggled when he took you in his arms in bride style and carried you back to bed, your arms never leaving his neck as the comforter swallowed your bodies in a tender warmth. He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek and snuggled up your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

Soon your breaths started to become even, letting your eyes close as your mumbled a quick goodnight to your boyfriend. As an answer, he squeezed the flesh under his hand that was on your waist and smooched your cheek, your current situation making you fall back to sleep in no time.

[rosy-wooyoung]

[17:16]

🎄 Day 10 of the Christmas project 🎄

pairing : yunho x fem!reader a/n : i’m a day behind and I’m sorry, I really have to get ready for an interview, so please excuse me if I’m MIA / a few days behind 🥴

"Mom, I'm going!" You shouted from the doorstep, hand on the handle. As you were about to turn the lock to unlock the door, your mother appeared from the living room, her book in hand. "Are you going out dressed like this?" She asked, gazing at your outfit, a wrinkle forming on her forehead. "Well, yes. Why? Doesn't it look good?" You asked as you took a look at your outfit in the mirror in the entrance hall. You were wearing a burgundy turtleneck dress with a beige coat, thermal tights, and black boots to protect the other parts of your body from the cold. "Aren't you going to get cold? The fabric's quite light though," your mother's voice trailed off while feeling the material of your dress, shrugging. "I'll be waiting for the train in the station lobby, don’t worry," you reassured your mother and unlocked the door, grabbing your purse and exiting the house after greeting your parents.

Once arrived in front of the coffee shop where you were supposed to meet with Yunho, you pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the cafe's ambient heat, triggering a shiver of happiness throughout your body. Taking off your gloves, you scanned part of the cafe, looking for the slender figure of your date. You smiled when you noticed the man you were searching for, walking towards him. He stood from his chair once he saw you coming, his height making you feel small despite being in heels. “Ah, Y/N. Please take a seat," he greeted you, gently pulling up the chair, giving you time to get comfortable before pushing your chair closer to the table.

Yunho was a man you met through an acquaintance. This mutual friend worked at the same corporation as your date, and you met him for the first time on her birthday, a few weeks ago. Because of your busy schedules, the second week of December was the only time you could find a free spot in your respective calendars to dine alone together. You were the organiser of your friend's birthday party, immediately catching the attention of the man in front of you. You were smiling, beaming with happiness as you brought in the birthday cake, happily singing the famous melody to your friend, quickly joined in by several other guests.

Yunho had managed to intercept you in the kitchen to talk to you, but other people had come to interrupt your discussion, pulling you out of the room. You were forced to send a sorry smile to the man in front of you, but he just shook his head in understanding, surprising you a few hours later by sending you a nice text to suggest a date, the one you were currently on.

"Do you want to go for a walk? I don't know about you, but that drink gave me a full stomach," Yunho suggested, pointing to the empty milkshake glasses that sat on the table. “Good idea, I don't think it wouldn't go amiss,” you got up and put your coat back on, crossing your arms over your chest to keep maximum warmth against you as your date held the door for you to exit the building.

He walked beside you in a relaxed manner, following your hesitant steps on the cold ground, hoping with each step that you weren't walking on frost. Steam was coming out of your mouths as you continued to chat happily, your noses becoming redder as the conversation progressed. The young man noticed that you had started to speak more quietly, sometimes having difficulty understanding the words that came out of your mouth.

"Are you okay? Aren't you cold like that?" you could hear a hint of concern in his voice, his hand resting on your shoulder sending electricity through your veins. "Y-yes, yes, don't worry," you managed to mumble through gritted teeth, not wanting to let it seem like you were freezing. This walk was not as romantic as you had hoped it would be. However, your body could not hide anything anymore. Your jaw started to twitch, and your whole body began to tremble, trying somehow to warm you up.

Yunho's gaze grew more serious, looking at you with a worried face as he saw your teeth chatter. Now your body was shivering all over, and you looked at him with an embarrassed look. Yunho took his hands out of his pockets and loosened the cashmere scarf from his neck to wrap it around your neck.

"T-Thanks," you manage to say, and he grabbed your arm, gently spinning you around. “Come on, let's get you home. I don't want you to get sick because of me," he said and switched sides, walking on the outside part of the sidewalk. "Are you sure?" "Yes, it would be selfish of me to leave you like that in the cold," he turned his head in your direction, his hot breath gently brushing your face. "I think I have a train in about ten minutes," you stated while looking at your watch, your trembling fingers struggling to hold your coat sleeve. Your mother was right, once again. You should have dressed warmer, but your urge to impress the man in front of you was more exciting than being warm in comfortable clothes.

"I'll drive you back home, I think it will be more convenient. The train station doesn't have a place to shield yourself from the cold," Yunho suggested, and you felt warmth flush your cheeks. Not only did he just give you his scarf, but he also wants to be your personal driver? "But are you sure? This is the opposite direction from where you live,” you whispered, and he shook his head with a smile. "If that means I can be with you longer, I'm happy to take the detour," he replied with a big smile, and you chuckled in embarrassment, surprised at his flirtatious words.

"My dear, after you," he opened the passenger door of a black sedan, motioning for you to get inside. He closed the door and walked around the vehicle to come and sit next to you, putting his hands on the steering wheel. "Let me just check something," he leaned over, reaching out to open the glove box, his fingertips lightly brushing your knee. He pulled out two heated pads and handed them to you, thanking him with a big smile. "Keep this in your hands until the car warms up," he said as he pressed a few buttons on the dashboard, lukewarm air-conditioning bursting from the cracks in front of you. Before closing the glove compartment, he took out a glasses case and put them on before closing the compartment to your knees.

A few minutes after leaving for your parents' house, you felt a gentle warmness progressively spreading in your back, feeling the seat heat up. You smiled while looking at Yunho, who focused on the road. He glanced briefly in your direction and smiled back, asking you again if you were feeling any better.

“I'm warming up, it's so nice to do all of this for me,” you looked straight ahead and watched a car overtake you on the motorway, paying little attention to it. "That's okay, I wasn't going to let you freeze at the station while waiting for your train to come home," he replied with a smile, his right hand sliding off the gearshift to rest gently on your knee. The gesture was gentle, with no ulterior motive. It was meant to be soft and comforting, his action sending a wave of heat to your cheeks. "Thank you," you whispered and noticed Yunho smirk, his thumb mindlessly brushing the cool skin of your leg, your date smirking as he felt the chills rise on your skin. His actions made your heart pound, feeling a wave of heat spread from your face to your neck.

Yunho had returned his attention to the road, his gaze glancing at the speedometer as the car was propelled at fairly high speed. He drove carefully but still fast, his dexterity and ease at handling the wheel made you feel safe. You also had to admit that seeing your date with glasses didn't leave you indifferent, your stomach twitching, finding him even more charming with the rims perched on his nose.

After a few more minutes of driving, he took a motorway slip road and entered a neighbourhood, guiding him through the blocks to yours, parking his car in the driveway. Your date turned the ignition off, and you fell silent, the warm imprint of Yunho's hand on your knee vanishing as he pulled it off to rest it on the wheel. You stifled a chuckle as you saw the curtains on the living room windows discreetly open, very briefly making out your mother's face between the curtains.

"I think you are expected," your driver followed your gaze and laughed. You turned to him awkwardly, but he seemed too amused by the situation to find it embarrassing. "It was great, I had a nice time with you," you said after a few seconds of silence, your breathing serving as background noise. He shifted in his seat to face you, a thin smile decorating his lips. "I had a lot of fun meeting you outside of our text messages," his smile was as bright and warm as the sun, seeing him so happy made you grin too.

You pursed your lips, anticipating his next move. Was he going to kiss you? On the mouth or the cheek? Was he just going to hug you before asking you out? "Alright, I'll get going," you whispered, feeling a hint of disappointment flaring in your heart when he hadn't done anything. You gave him one last smile before getting out of the car, the coldness of the night welcoming you in a cold hug.

“Y/N, wait,” Yunho got out of the car as well and joined you on the sidewalk, sinking his hands in his coat pockets. You saw him take a fairly deep breath, his eyes roaming your face without stopping in a specific place. You swallowed and kept your gaze on him as you could almost see his brain boil. "What-" you said as he wrapped his long arms around your shoulders in a warm hug, leaving you little to no choice to close your arms around him. You felt Yunho let out a small sigh of relief, simpering against his chest when you realised that he is just as nervous as you are.

Feeling that your back was starting to ache, you put your hands on his chest to pull yourself away slightly, his arms falling from your shoulders to hug your waist. Your heart fluttered as you looked at him with a shy smile, glad you got to exchange that embrace with him. He brought his face closer to yours and placed a delicate kiss on your temple before letting you go to the door of your house.

“Drive home safely,” you turned around one last time, smiling, twisting the doorknob after unlocking it. He thanked you and went back in his car as you entered your house, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth of your home greeted you with open arms. Not hearing Yunho leave immediately, you went up to your room to freshen up before going to bed and looked out your bedroom window.

A few feet below, Yunho was smiling like a kid at the funfair, laughing to himself in his car, proud that he was brave enough to give you a kiss on the forehead. Yunho smiled to himself and embarrassingly scratched the back of his neck, feeling all giddy at your actions and walked away, happy that the first date with you went well. You spent the rest of the entire evening chatting via text messages, sending love to each other back and forth. He couldn’t wait for your next date. And that’s exactly what he asked you right before you were about to wish him goodnight.

From Yunho 🧸 : “Monday 14th at 6:30pm for our second date, what do you say?” “Sounds perfect to me!” 

[preachyoung]

[18:29pm] yunho watches you hump your pillow, the one minute and three seconds video kept replaying on his phone. his eyes were glued to the screen as his free hand palms himself through his jeans. 

yunho closes his eyes, ears paying attention to your whimpers through the speaker of his phone, groaning at the thought of you under him, making those beautiful sounds coming from your mouth, especially if it’s him who made you sound like that. 

his phone vibrates in his hand, another message from you. he quickly click on the notification and took a deep breath in when he saw your heat on full display. he clicked on the video, eyes focusing on your hole and your juices that were covering them.

yunho paused the video,quickly setting his phone aside before taking off his jeans and boxers. his cock stood tall against his lower abdomen, tip flushing red with pre-cum leaking. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he muttered to himself. 

yunho reached over for the lube in his bedside table, squeezing some on his hand before rubbing the liquid on the tip of his cock. he let out a loud moan when his fingertips made contact with his cock, before giving a light squeeze. yunho picked up his phone before resuming the video, your fingers teased your clit, slowly inserting one, two then three fingers. yunho started pumping his cock according to your pace, as if it was his cock inside you. his head hit against the wall as his breathing begins to quicken.

yunho began to increase his speed, hips bucking against his own fist, begging for more friction to reach his long awaited orgasm. his forehead and chest were glistening with sweat, the sound of your moan as you cum was all it took for yunho to reach his peak. his cum splurted on his thighs and his lower abdomen.

“how was that?” you messaged him.

it was as if you saw him make a mess of himself, yunho’s ear began to turn red from embarrassment. the sound of the keyboard typing softly echo in his dimly lit room.

“had a great time. thanks.” he sent.

[rosy-wooyoung]

[12:09]

🎄 Day 1 of the Christmas project  🎄

It was the first time of the day that you detached your eyes from your computer screen, and a pleasant surprise was waiting for you. Stretching your arms above your head, you remarked with a smile that snow was falling from the sky, coldly welcoming the last month of the year. Standing up with a bright smile decorating your lips, you paced out of your room and walked down the corridor to the living room, where your boyfriend was resting on the couch, the fourth novel of Harry Potter in hand.

“Baby look!” you said as you hopped on him, leaving him no choice but put the book down on the coffee table. ”What?” Yunho questioned and grinned as his gaze followed the tip of your finger pointing outside. ”It’s snowing! It’s wonderful,” you exclaimed, a rush of goosebumps travelling down Yunho’s spine. He didn’t understand why, but each time snow was brought up, he started shivering. Ignoring his body reaction, he beamed even wider as he took in your figure resting above him. Due to your excitement, your cheeks were slightly crimsoned, your eyes twinkling with something magical that he couldn’t place his finger on yet found adorable.

”We should get something to drink to mark the start of December,” you suggested, and your boyfriend snorted at your childishness but agreed. ”Let’s see what we have.” he said as you pushed yourself off him, offering him a hand to stand up from the couch. With Yunho on your heels, you happily walked to the kitchen and started opening all the drawers and cabinets, in search of any type of winter beverages. “Darling,” Yunho’s voice appeared from behind you as he was ransacking the upper cabinets you couldn’t reach, “I think we ran out of hot chocolate,” he mumbled, and your eyes went wide. ”What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” you retorted, and your boyfriend shrugged, feeling a bit helpless in your current situation. ”I can’t find anything that looks like hot chocolate, I’m sorry,” he said, and your shoulders subside, your happiness was now gone. You were looking forward to those warm beverages, but it looks like your mind had played tricks on you, making you think that you still had some from last winter.

”Well, too bad,” you muttered and sighed, heading towards the kettle to boil some water. A cup of tea will do. ”Wait,” your boyfriend suddenly said as he kept on looking for hot chocolate, his loud voice almost making you drop the kettle on the floor. “We have a bit of cocoa powder left, maybe we can do something with it. We can still try, what do you think ?” he suggested, taking out two small packets from an upper shelf. ”I guess,” you answered, and Yunho smiled, slightly nudging you on the ribs to make you move, getting access to the drawer where the pots were before taking one out to boil the milk in it. “Come on Y/N, I know the hot chocolate will taste a bit industrial, but it’s still hot cocoa! I promise we’re going to buy some better powder the next time we go grocery shopping, okay?” ”Okay!” you said and kissed your boyfriend’s cheek, keeping an attentive eye on the pot, a hand on the handle, ready to push it away from the stove if it gets too hot.

While waiting for the milk to warm up, you stayed into Yunho’s arms and talked about some things that happened in your respective lives, catching up with each other since you both had busy schedules. On the outside, you seemed like two friends that randomly ran into each other and talked for hours, but it was something very therapeutic for both of you. Allowing yourselves to spend some quality time together without having to care about anything else is one of the best feelings in the world. You sat back on the couch with Yunho, his hand on your thigh as you both enjoyed your hot beverage.

“I’m so glad to be with you right now,” he said, and you pursed your lips with a smile, red spreading to your cheeks and neck as you nuzzled your face into his neck. His hand came in contact with your head, softly patting it as you laid soft kisses on his skin. ”I’m happy to have you for myself,” you giggled and so did he, taking a sip of hot chocolate before grabbing your chin to make you look at him. Without a second thought, his mouth softly crashed onto yours, feeling the chocolate on his lips, the taste lingering on yours as you pulled away. And with that, you cuddled on your boyfriend’s side, allowing yourself to rest a bit in his arms before accidentally falling asleep next to him.

[chaseatinydream]

[10:42AM] It starts off with a simple “I can’t dance”.

“Everyone can dance, y/n!” Yunho insists for the third time as you slump against the mirrors of the practice room, grumbling incoherently. “Dancing is just moving your body to the beat of the music, I’m sure you can do it!”

“Easy for you to say, Mr Dance Machine.” You groan as you sprawl on the ground, wiping the sweat of your brow with a weary hand. Yunho pouts as he sits next to you, folding his long legs beneath him as he peers over at you where you’re eagle-spread like a gigantic starfish. Part of him wants to encourage you to continue, to press on just a little so that you can finish this dance, but he sees your chest heaving with exertion and decides to take pity on you.

“Here.” He pats his lap and you raise your eyebrows, not understanding what he means. “You can put your head here and rest for a bit.” He explains, and without any further prompting, you’re sidling up to him and slumping over in his lap with a happy groan. He jerks a tiny bit in surprise, not expecting such an enthusiastic response, but gently smiles, carding his fingers through your sweat soaked hair.

Your breathing’s evened out and you must be asleep, and for a second, he feels warmth brimming in him, something soft and fuzzy that spreads from his fingers to the tips of his toes. He smooths his fingertips over the shell of your ear, leaning down to whisper softly because when will it be before he has the courage to say it when you’re awake?

“I think I might be in love with you.”

Then suddenly pain bursts up his jaw and he yelps in pain, pulling away reflexively as stars swirl behind his closed eyelids. But more dominant than the pain is the panic, because he hears you screech, clearly awake.

“What!?”

[jeogiyall]

[9:43 P.M]

The first time that you fell in love with Yunho was after your first date. He had picked you up at seven then drove to the seasonal carnival, where he dropped more money on snacks than was responsible, and then you were here. Sitting in his busted up car with soft music spilling from the open windows, a streetlight shining softly on the boys tan skin. It’s just enough that you can see how his eyes sparkle when they meet yours, but not enough to where you can see his hands nervously playing with the hem of his hoodie.

“Did you have fun?” He asks quietly while hugging the stuffed animal that you won for him to his chest. The sight alone makes your heart swell so full that you think it could burst.

“I did.” A memory of him smearing the sticky caramel off of an apple and onto your lips flashes behind your eyes. You had giggled softly, then tried to lick it off which made the sweet boy double over in laughter and claim that you looked like a lizard, “I had a lot of fun.” Yunho nods, soft brown curls bouncing on his forehead. You think that he looks like sparklers.

“A-and you want to do this again? It’s okay if you don’t, just-” With a surge of confidence (or fondness for the way he’s stuttering and turning pink) you push forward to rest your elbow on his console. He’s close enough that he’d only have to move an inch for the two of you to be kissing. Judging by the way his breathing halts, he’s painfully aware of the fact.

“I want to.” You assure as he moves forward slowly. With a warm exhale you press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, relishing in the gentle smile that he produces, “I want to.” 

Yunho watches closely as you exit the car and disappear through the front door, heart beating like five million fireworks going off all at once.