𓏵 SYNOPSIS ───── headcanons on high school boyfriend yunho, who goes to extreme, dramatic lengths just to spend a little extra time with you under wraps.
genre. fluff ‹𝟹 〔 pairing(s). secret bf!yunho x fem!reader 〕 wc. 676 ! 〔 warnings/tags. secret lovers, highschool students, down bad!yunho, student!yunho, student!reader, sneaking in & out of house, getting caught, strict parent, kisses, full of love, no smut, SFW, etc !! 〕
⤷ 〔 ✉️ 〕 here is the second part(?) to the secret bf!yunho headcanon series!! i'm working on the next one, that will be out veryyy soon. (a lil spoiler: bsf's brother!yunho)
● highschool!yunho who rides the bus all the way to your stop two extra stops past his own just to spend a little more time with you, walking you up to your neighborhood playground so you don't risk getting caught by nosy neighbors.
● highschool!yunho who wakes up an hour and a half early, skips breakfast (even though he claims he didn't), and takes the first morning bus to your stop. He waits 15 minutes for you to walk out and another 5 for the school bus—all just to commute together.
● highschool!yunho who hides tiny sticky notes with love confessions between your textbook pages. Finding them later at home becomes the best part of your study routine, and snapping a photo to text him right after is your favorite habit.
● highschool!yunho who buys chocolate milk for you every single morning and again after school because it's your absolute favorite.
● highschool!yunho who sneaks into your house when your parents are out, dodging the next-door neighbor auntie. The second he's safely inside, he pins you against the wall to make up for all the hours he couldn't kiss you.
● highschool!yunho who waits in a quiet, empty neighborhood alley for you to sneak out with a container of homemade food hidden in your bag (which, if your mom asks, is definitely for your best friend Subin).
● highschool!yunho who eats your cooking—even when it's a bit too salty, slightly burnt, or completely bland. He loves every second of it because he knows you're learning just for him, and you live for the face he makes when trying your new dishes.
● highschool!yunho who shows up past midnight, throwing rocks at your second-story window when your phone gets confiscated. If you're feeling brave, he climbs the wall into your room; if not, he tosses in a wildly dramatic handwritten letter that makes your cheeks burn.
● highschool!yunho who gets caught walking with you in the park by your grandfather, completely panicking and introducing himself as... a student janitor.
— "You're wearing a school uniform."
"Our school has student janitors."
"What are you doing with my granddaughter?"
"Making sure she doesn't litter."
● highschool!yunho who sulks later when you tease him about his panic mode. (Your grandpa wouldn't even care—he actually wants you to date—but you keep it secret because he's terrible at keeping quiet from your parents.)
● highschool!yunho who buys you random flowers on the street because they remind him of you, even though you have to hide them in your bag and they inevitably die in your room. He doesn't care; he just loves giving you things.
● highschool!yunho who whines and sulks all over again when he finds out you saved his contact in your phone as Janitor Jeong.
● highschool!yunho who is so sick of hiding that he tells his mom about you. She immediately gets excited and invites you over for a dinner that turns out surprisingly wonderful.
● highschool!yunho who gets caught sneaking through your window by a neighbor who rats him out to your dad, causing absolute chaos.
● highschool!yunho who, after weeks of radio silence and heartbreak because you're ignoring him after getting scolded by your dad, finally snaps and shows up at your dad's workplace to beg.
— "I love her a lot. I can't lose her. Sir, please allow us to be together."
"Please don't scold her anymore, it pains me."
"I won't leave until you say you will accept us."
"I will stay here on my knees for days if I have to."
And your dad caves because he hates seeing you starve yourself, your mom is ignoring him for being harsh, and your grandpa chewed him out, too.
● highschool!yunho who sprints to your house and pulls you into the tightest hug of your life. "He accepted us."
● highschool!yunho who kisses you right on the doorstep, completely forgetting your mom is standing right there until he pulls away, red-faced and accidentally calling her "Mother" out of sheer nerves.
— "Do you think your dad was impressed by
my kneeling?"
By the time Wooyoung dropped into your chair, you had already been working for nearly three hours. The dressing room had settled into the particular kind of controlled chaos that always came before a schedule. Open makeup palettes covered half the counter, curling irons and straighteners heated beside rows of hair products, garment bags hung from nearly every available hook, and someone’s phone was playing music from the other side of the room beneath the constant overlapping conversations between members and staff. You had long since learned how to work through all of it without really hearing any of it.
Wooyoung, unfortunately, was considerably harder to tune out.
“You’re pulling my hair.”
“I’m brushing it.”
“Violently.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Will I?”
You met his eyes in the mirror. “Do you want to?” Wooyoung’s mouth snapped shut, although the grin spreading across it ruined whatever wounded expression he had attempted. “See, this is why I like you.”
“You like me because I tolerate you.”
“Exactly.”
A laugh escaped you as you ran your fingers through the front of his hair one last time, separating a few strands until they fell exactly where you wanted them. His makeup was already nearly finished, leaving you with little more than setting everything before sending him off to wardrobe. “Okay, don’t touch your face.” Wooyoung immediately lifted his hand and you slapped it away.
“I didn’t!”
“You were about to.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’ve known you long enough to know exactly what that hand was about to do.”
He muttered something beneath his breath about workplace hostility while you leaned closer to check beneath his eyes, thumb lightly smoothing one tiny spot before you straightened again. “I just need the setting spray.” You turned toward the other end of the counter. It took maybe three seconds. Your fingers had barely closed around the bottle before you heard the scrape of the styling chair behind you, followed immediately by Wooyoung’s startled, “Yah!”
You turned back and stared at Wooyoung who was standing beside the chair looking personally betrayed by the universe. Yunho was sitting in it now. Your boyfriend had apparently walked over at some point without you noticing, grabbed Wooyoung beneath the arms, hauled him straight out of your chair and replaced him like this was an entirely reasonable thing for a grown man to do. For several seconds, you said nothing. And neither did Yunho. He simply looked at you. His dyed ash brown hair was still untouched, falling softly across his forehead and slightly into his eyes. He was already dressed for the first portion of their schedule in a crisp white shirt beneath a gray sweater vest, tie sitting neatly against his chest, silver jewelry catching the dressing room lights whenever he moved. Gum shifting lazily between his teeth as he settled farther into your chair.
You lowered the setting spray. “I’m not finished with him yet.” Yunho arched one eyebrow. That was it. No apology. No explanation. Just one eyebrow slowly rising while his jaw continued its lazy movement. Chew. Chew. POP. Your eyes narrowed as Wooyoung looked between you both. “Thank you. I was wondering if anybody cared that I was just forcibly evicted.” Yunho glanced at him. Then looked back at you. “I’m ready.”
“I can see that.”
His mouth twitched as pointed toward the chair he’d abandoned across the room. “Get up.” Yunho didn’t move. “Yunho.” Another slow chew of his gum made your eye twitch. Something about his expression immediately put you on alert. You knew that face. You’d been dating him long enough to recognize most versions of Jeong Yunho without needing him to say a word. You knew sleepy Yunho, hungry Yunho, irritated Yunho, clingy Yunho, horny Yunho, competitive Yunho and the particularly dangerous combination of bored and energetic Yunho. This was something else. There was far too much innocence on his face. And Yunho was never more suspicious than when he looked innocent.
“I have to get ready too,” he said.
“And you will. After Wooyoung.”
“But I’m already sitting here.”
Behind him, Wooyoung’s mouth fell open. “Because you picked me up!” Yunho ignored him. You stared at your boyfriend and he just stared back. Chewing. Your gaze dropped briefly to his mouth before returning to his eyes. “Get out of my chair.” For the briefest moment, something flickered across his face so quickly you nearly missed it. His jaw stopped but his eyes remained fixed on yours for half a beat longer than necessary before the gum shifted into his cheek and that maddeningly mild expression returned. “No.” Wooyoung made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. “Oh, he’s lost his fucking mind.”
You couldn’t disagree. Yunho was playful. Yunho teased. Yunho occasionally seemed to wake up and decide his only purpose on earth was making you laugh until you couldn’t breathe. But this? You stepped closer and he watched every inch of your approach. “Move.” His eyes lifted to yours. “No.” There it was again. That tiny change. You couldn’t identify it, especially because Yunho ruined any chance you had of studying him by blowing a bubble directly in your face. Your expression flattened as the pale pink bubble expanded between his lips until it popped. Yunho sucked the gum back into his mouth and smiled and Wooyoung immediately turned away, shoulders shaking.
You looked at him. “Don’t encourage him.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re laughing.”
“Because this has nothing to do with me anymore. I’m just happy to be alive.”
You looked back down at Yunho who had the audacity to look pleased with himself. “Did you wake up irritating,” you asked, “or is this something you’ve been working toward all morning?” His smile widened. “You kissed me this morning.”
“I can make mistakes.”
That got a laugh from him, bright and immediate, his nose scrunching as he tipped his head back. For one dangerous second, affection threatened to dismantle your irritation completely. Then he reached out and hooked two fingers through the belt loop of your jeans. Your eyes dropped as his fingers remained there. “Yunho.”
“What?”
“Let go.”
“But you’re standing all the way over there.”
You stared at the approximately six inches separating you. “Tragic.”
“I missed you.”
“You saw me twenty minutes ago.”
“That was twenty minutes ago.”
Wooyoung made an exaggerated gagging noise. Without looking away from you, Yunho lifted his free hand and gave him the middle finger and you almost laughed. Instead, you caught Yunho’s wrist and removed his fingers from your jeans. His eyes followed the movement, then lifted back to your face. “Chair.”
“I’m in one.”
“The other one.”
“But you’re here.”
“And Wooyoung was here first.”
“He doesn’t need you anymore.”
“I am literally unfinished,” Wooyoung protested and Yunho twisted around to inspect him. “You look fine.”
“That’s not the point!”
“Go ask someone else to spray you.”
Wooyoung stared at the back of his head before looking at you. “Control your boyfriend.”
“I’m trying.”
Yunho turned around again, immediately correcting, “She loves me.” Your eyebrows rose. “Currently under review.” He grinned around his gum. And there was something about that grin that bothered you. Not because it was irritating. But because it looked victorious. Like somehow, despite being ordered out of your chair twice and threatened with the possible revocation of your affection, Yunho had gotten exactly what he’d wanted. You just couldn’t figure out what the hell that was. “Fine.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly as you stepped away. For the first time since stealing the chair, Yunho looked uncertain as you walked straight past him and toward Wooyoung. “Come here.” Wooyoung practically skipped toward you. “Oh, gladly.” You shook the setting spray, held it up and misted his face while Yunho remained sitting several feet away, waiting as you deliberately took your time. “Eyes closed.”
“They are.”
“Your left one’s twitching.”
“Your boyfriend assaulted me. I’m traumatized.”
“Wooyoung.”
“Sorry.”
You sprayed him once more before fanning his face with your hand. “There. Now you’re done.”
“Beautiful?”
“Debatable.”
He clutched his chest as behind him came a sharp little pop. You slowly looked past Wooyoung to Yunho sitting exactly where you’d left him. Chewing his gum. Watching you as another bubble began forming. You pointed the setting spray at him. “Don’t.” The bubble stopped growing. And for one second, neither of you moved. Then Yunho deliberately kept blowing. Your mouth fell open as the bubble grew until it covered half his mouth before bursting across his lips. Wooyoung whispered, “He’s doing it on purpose.”
“I know.”
What you didn’t know was why. Yunho peeled the gum from his bottom lip with his tongue, looking entirely too pleased with himself as you crossed the room toward him, him thinking about how three nights earlier, you’d snapped at him for the first time in months. Neither of you had mentioned what happened afterward. More specifically, Yunho hadn’t mentioned the startling little discovery he’d made when your patience finally broke, your voice sharpened, and you’d told your ridiculously clingy boyfriend to sit down and behave. He hadn’t expected the heat that had immediately crawled beneath his skin. Hadn’t expected two simple words in your irritated voice to follow him around for the next three days. And he certainly hadn’t told you that he’d thought about it an embarrassing number of times since. So this morning, he had apparently decided to conduct an experiment.
You stopped directly in front of him and he tipped his head back to look at you.
“Are you finished?”
“With my gum?”
“With being a brat.”
Something flashed behind his eyes. Yunho couldn’t quite suppress the tiny curve at the corner of his mouth at that word. Brat. “No.” You stared down at him as Yunho stared up at you. And somewhere behind you, Wooyoung whispered to himself, “He’s going to die today.”
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The first round of group photos should have given you a break from Yunho. Should have. Once everyone had been ushered onto set, there wasn’t much for you to do besides hover near the monitors with the rest of the styling team and watch for anything that needed fixing between shots. Hair out of place, shine under the lights, a collar sitting wrong, anything the camera would catch that nobody else would notice until somebody was staring at the pictures later. For the moment, everything looked good. You took advantage of the rare lull by leaning against the edge of one of the equipment tables and taking a long sip of your iced coffee. The drink was mostly melted ice by now, but you didn’t care. You’d bought it on the way in that morning, forgotten about it twice, rediscovered it once, and had been surviving on sporadic mouthfuls ever since.
Across the studio, ateez were arranged in front of the backdrop while the photographer called instructions.
“Yunho, little closer to Mingi.”
Yunho shifted.
“San, chin down slightly.”
The shutter clicked rapidly as you watched over the rim of your cup, your attention automatically drifting toward your boyfriend despite yourself. Annoying or not, the bastard photographed beautifully. His earlier sweater vest had survived your eventual styling session, his hair now properly arranged despite the fact that he’d made the process unnecessarily difficult. Under the studio lights, the softer brown strands framed his face exactly the way you’d intended, a few carefully placed pieces falling over his forehead. You’d threatened him twice while doing it and he’d looked delighted both times. Which was still bothering you. The group shifted positions for another set. Wooyoung moved in front of Yunho, San leaned against Seonghwa, and Hongjoong immediately started complaining when Mingi nearly stepped on his shoe and backed into Jongho.
“Don’t move,” the photographer called.
“I didn’t,” Mingi protested.
“You absolutely did,” Hongjoong muttered.
The shutter started again and you smiled into your straw. Eventually the photographer lowered the camera and checked the monitor. “Good. Let’s move into individuals.” The members immediately scattered. Hongjoong was called first while the others drifted toward the chairs lining the side of the studio. Staff descended briefly to make adjustments, and you set your coffee down long enough to fix one piece of Yeosang’s hair that had separated beneath the lights. Yunho went several people later. And, admittedly, you watched. Not obviously. You had standards. But every time you pretended to check something on the counter beside you, your eyes somehow wandered back toward the set. He was good at this. Infuriatingly good.
One moment he was smiling brightly at something the photographer said, all wide eyes and easy warmth, and the next his expression settled into something quieter as he angled his face toward the camera. Hands in his pockets. Shoulders relaxed. Jaw tilted just enough for the light to catch it. You took another sip of coffee as Wooyoung appeared beside you. “You’re staring.”
“I’m working.”
“At his face?”
“His hair.”
“Sure.”
You elbowed him without looking and he laughed and wandered away before you could retaliate properly.
“Good, Yunho. Last few.”
The shutter fired several more times. Yunho changed poses effortlessly before the photographer finally lowered the camera. “Got it.” Yunho bowed slightly. “Thank you.” Someone called Yeosang’s name next, and Yunho stepped away from the backdrop while staff moved into reset. You’d already stopped paying attention to him. Your focus had shifted toward Yeosang as he walked onto set, mentally checking his hair beneath the lights while you lifted your cup and took another drink. Someone beside you asked a question about the products you’d used earlier, and you turned your head to answer, gesturing toward your styling case. Which was why you didn’t see Yunho coming. You only felt your fingers suddenly become lighter.
You looked down and your coffee was gone. “What the…” You turned. Yunho was already walking away from you with your cup in his hand. Your mouth fell open. “Yunho.” He stopped and turned, your straw between his lips and drank as you stared at him. He stared directly back at you while taking a long, obnoxiously leisurely sip. There wasn’t even much left. Which apparently Yunho realized at exactly the same time, because his cheeks hollowed slightly as he pulled harder through the straw. The horrible rattling sound of ice and the last remnants of coffee filled the space between you and your eyes widened. No he fucking didn’t.
Yunho pulled the straw from his mouth, looked down into the cup and gave it a little shake. Then he looked at you as you slowly pushed yourself away from the table. “Did you seriously just finish my coffee?” Yunho swallowed. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
He lifted the cup and peered inside as though evidence might spontaneously materialize. “There’s ice.”
“Yunho.”
“You can have that.”
You stared at him in disbelief as he held the cup toward you. You didn’t take it. Instead, you looked from the empty plastic cup to your boyfriend’s face, where that same suspiciously innocent expression from earlier had begun creeping back into place. And something in you finally snapped. “You’re being an ass.” Yunho went completely still. It was so immediate that you almost thought you’d genuinely hurt his feelings. The playful expression disappeared. His fingers stopped moving around the cup. Even his jaw seemed to lock for half a second and your irritation faltered. Because that wasn’t normally how you spoke to him.
You teased him constantly. Called him annoying when he was being annoying. Threatened bodily harm whenever he stole the blankets or put his freezing hands underneath your shirt in bed. Threatened to get yourself off without him if he didn’t finish his game quick enough. But Yunho was rarely actually an ass. That was part of why his behavior today was so strange. “Baby…” Then you saw it. His eyes changed. Not hurt. Not offended. Something warmer. Your mouth closed as Yunho’s gaze stayed on your face for one strangely heavy second. Then another. And slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted. Your eyebrows pulled together as he smirked. Actually fucking smirked.
Your concern evaporated instantly. “Oh, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“You know what.”
He tipped his head slightly, shoving another piece of gum into his mouth. The gum shifted between his teeth as you stared at his mouth before looking back into his eyes. “What is wrong with you today?”
“Nothing.”
“You threw Wooyoung out of my chair.”
“He was taking too long.”
“You kept touching everything on my station.”
“I was bored.”
“You wouldn’t sit still.”
“I had energy.”
“And now you stole my coffee.”
Yunho glanced down at the empty cup. “You weren’t drinking it.”
“I was literally holding it.”
His lips twitched and your eyes narrowed. There it was again. That barely contained satisfaction. It made absolutely no sense. “You are seriously getting on my nerves.” Yunho’s tongue pressed briefly into his cheek as his gaze dipped to your mouth. Then back to your eyes. And something about the movement made your stomach tighten. “Am I?”
Your head pulled back slightly. What the fuck was that? Before you could examine the question too closely, someone called your name from across the studio. “Y/N! Touch up!” You looked toward the set. Yeosang was waiting while one of the photographers pointed toward his hair. “Coming!” You turned back toward Yunho and snatched the empty cup from his hand and his smile widened.
“You owe me another coffee.”
“I’ll buy you one.”
“You’re buying me two.”
“Okay.”
“And stop being annoying.”
“Okay.”
You stared at him suspiciously as Yunho smiled sweetly. Far too sweetly. “Go work, baby.” Your eyes narrowed further before you turned away. You made it three steps…… POP. You stopped. Behind you, there was silence. You slowly turned your head…. Yunho stood exactly where you’d left him, arms folded comfortably over his chest, chewing his gum and looking somewhere off toward the set as though he had absolutely no idea why you’d stopped. You stared at him and his eyes slid toward yours. And there it was. That tiny fucking smirk.
You pointed at him. “Keep it up.” For one fraction of a second, Yunho’s entire expression changed again. His smile disappeared. His eyes sharpened. Then you turned and headed toward Yeosang before you could catch him slowly bite down on his gum and let out a groan at his dick twitching.
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Dinner had been Mingi’s idea. By the time the shoot finally wrapped, everyone was exhausted, hungry, and operating on the collective agreement that if food didn’t happen soon, somebody was going to become unpleasant. San had found a restaurant less than fifteen minutes from the studio, Seonghwa had approved it after inspecting the menu, and somehow what started as the four of them grabbing dinner had turned into you being dragged along before you’d even finished packing your styling kit. Not that you minded. What you did mind was your boyfriend apparently making decisions about your evening without consulting you. “I’m going home with you.” You stopped halfway through zipping your jacket. Yunho was standing beside you, completely casual, phone in one hand while the other shoved itself into his coat pocket.
“You are?”
“Yeah.”
You stared at him. “Interesting.”
His eyes lifted from his phone. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just nice finding out where you’re sleeping tonight at the same time you apparently did.”
“I already knew.”
“Of course you did.”
Mingi snorted from somewhere behind him but Yunho ignored him and stepped closer, reaching down to take your styling bag before you could pick it up. You immediately caught the handle. I can carry it.”
“I know.”
“Then give it to me.”
“No.”
Your eyes narrowed and Yunho just smiled. For fuck’s sake. You released the bag because fighting a man built like a refrigerator over twenty pounds of hair products wasn’t how you wanted to end your workday. “Yeosang knows you’re abandoning him?”
“I’m not abandoning him.”
“You live together.”
“He’ll survive one night.”
From near the door, San glanced over. “You stayed at her place two nights ago.”
“See?” Yunho said. “He’s keeping track.”
“That’s not what he meant,” Seonghwa replied and Yunho shrugged, slinging your bag over his shoulder. You watched him for another second. Something was deeply wrong with your boyfriend today. Not wrong wrong. Just…. weird. He’d been attached to you since the shoot ended. Not in the usual affectionate Yunho way either. He’d been hovering. Appearing beside you while you packed. Taking things out of your hands. Finding excuses to touch you whenever he passed. And somehow, despite spending the entire day deliberately irritating you, he’d decided he was coming home with you. Apparently without considering the possibility that you might leave him on the sidewalk. “You’re awfully confident for someone who’s been pissing me off since this morning.”
His attention snapped back to you. There. Again. That tiny pause. You caught it this time and your eyes narrowed slightly. Yunho recovered almost immediately though, mouth curving into that lazy smile he’d been wearing far too often today. “You’d miss me.”
“Try me.”
Mingi made a quiet sound behind his fist making Yunho turn. “Do you have something to say?”
“Nope.”
“You keep laughing.”
“I’m having a good day.”
“Your day is about to get worse.”
Mingi’s grin widened. “See, Y/N? He’s being an ass.” Yunho’s head whipped toward him which only seemed to delight Mingi. Yunho’s expression changed for barely a second before he rolled his eyes and headed toward the door with your bag. You stared after him alongside Mingi. Then your boyfriend’s best friend looked at you. You furrowed your brows. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Mingi.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re making a face.”
“What face?”
“That face.”
“I have one face.”
“You have several, unfortunately.”
He laughed and threw an arm around your shoulders as you followed everyone outside. “I’m just enjoying whatever the hell is wrong with your boyfriend today.”
“So am I,” San said.
“You’re all very supportive,” Yunho called from ahead and Seonghwa sighed. “Can we please eat before this becomes another argument?” It did not become another argument. Mostly because fifteen minutes later, you were seated in the corner of a small Korean barbecue restaurant with enough food arriving at the table to distract everyone from Yunho’s ongoing personality crisis. The restaurant was warm and crowded, filled with conversation and the constant hiss of meat hitting grills. Jackets had been tossed over the backs of chairs, sleeves pushed up, and after spending the entire day surrounded by cameras and staff, everyone seemed to visibly deflate the second food appeared.
You sat between Yunho and Mingi. A mistake, you realized. Not because of Mingi. But because Yunho had apparently interpreted being off the clock as permission to become even more attached to you. His thigh had been pressed against yours beneath the table since you sat down. You shifted once and he followed. You shifted again and so did he. The third time, you turned your head. Yunho was calmly watching San argue with Seonghwa over whether the meat needed another thirty seconds. You looked beneath the table. His knee was firmly against yours and you nudged it away. Three seconds later it returned.
“Yunho.”
“Hm?”
“Move your leg. I can barely move.”
He looked down as though discovering the existence of his own body for the first time. “Why?”
“Because you’re crowding me.”
“You don’t like being close to me?”
“Not when you’re doing it specifically because I told you to move.”
His mouth twitched and Mingi lowered his chopsticks. You caught the movement from the corner of your eye as Yunho finally shifted his leg away. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
You stared at him as he smiled and then turned back toward your food before you committed a felony in front of witnesses. For several minutes, everything remained peaceful. Suspiciously peaceful. Mingi and San started discussing something that had happened during the shoot. Seonghwa was busy cutting meat and periodically putting pieces onto everyone else’s plates because apparently feeding four grown adults was a responsibility he’d silently accepted. You were halfway through chewing when another piece of meat landed on your plate. You glanced over at Yunho who was already reaching for another. “You don’t have to feed me.”
“I know.”
“Then eat your own food.”
“I am.”
He placed another piece onto your plate and blinked innocently as you picked it up and ate it. That earned you a pleased smile. Fine. That version of Yunho you could handle. Your boyfriend had always been affectionate. He liked taking care of you in quiet ways, carrying your things, making sure you’d eaten during long schedules, ordering something for you because he knew you’d forget. None of that was unusual. What was unusual was the way he kept watching you. Every time you looked up, his eyes were already there. Every time you spoke to someone else, you could feel his attention drifting back. And every single time your patience sharpened with him, something behind those eyes seemed to wake up.
You were beginning to notice a pattern. You just hadn’t connected it yet. But Mingi apparently had. Because twenty minutes into dinner, Yunho reached across you without warning and stole the last piece of meat from your plate. You froze as his chopsticks disappeared back toward his side. Mingi stopped chewing. San’s eyebrows lifted. And Seonghwa glanced between you both as you stared at Yunho while he calmly chewed the piece of meat he’d just stolen from you. “Did you seriously just take that?”
He swallowed. “Yeah.”
“You have an entire plate.”
“I wanted yours.”
“It was the same fucking meat.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you take mine?”
Yunho reached for his drink but you caught his wrist and he stopped as your fingers tightened slightly around him as you leaned closer, lowering your voice because there were other people around and you weren’t interested in broadcasting your domestic problems across the restaurant. “What is your problem today?” His eyes dropped to your hand around his wrist. Then lifted and your irritation faltered. Because there it was again. Except this time you were close enough to see it properly. His pupils had widened. Just barely. His jaw tightened. And for perhaps the first time all day, Yunho didn’t immediately have something smart to say. “Yunho.”
His gaze flicked toward your mouth and he smiled as your grip loosened. “You’re doing this on purpose.” Next to you, Mingi suddenly became extremely interested in his food as Yunho leaned back in his chair. “Doing what?” You stared at him as he picked up his drink. “Being a brat.” The straw stopped halfway to his mouth. San coughed. Mingi looked down so quickly his chin nearly hit his chest. Seonghwa’s eyes closed briefly. And Yunho bit the inside of his cheek. Then that fucking smirk appeared. You leaned closer. “Why do you keep smiling when I say that?” His smirk vanished. Got him. Yunho looked away. “I’m not.”
“You literally just did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“You’re imagining things.”
You stared at the side of his face, tips of his ears turning pink and your eyes widened slightly. No fucking way. Before you could say anything, Mingi suddenly shoved a piece of meat into his mouth and made the fatal mistake of laughing around it. Yunho’s head snapped toward him. “What’s funny?” Mingi shook his head vigorously. “Don’t involve me in whatever weird shit you two have going on.” Your head turned between them as Yunho glared and Mingi grinned.
San looked thoroughly entertained now, while Seonghwa had adopted the distant expression of a man reconsidering every choice that had led him to this dinner. You slowly leaned back in your chair as Yunho looked at you again and now you were the one who smiled, reached for your drink and took a slow sip, keeping your eyes on him over the straw. “So you’re coming home with me tonight?”
His gaze sharpened immediately.
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Your smile grew as Yunho stared at you then swallowed.
“Okay.” You turned back toward your food as though nothing had happened while Yunho remained suspiciously quiet. Mingi looked from you to him before breaking into the biggest grin you’d seen all day. Because Yunho might not have realized it yet but somewhere between stealing your coffee and stealing food directly off your plate, the experiment had begun producing results in the opposite direction.
You were starting to figure him out.
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By the time the last plate had been cleared away, none of you were quite ready to leave. The restaurant had emptied considerably while you’d eaten, the dinner rush thinning into a quieter late night crowd. Near the entrance was a small bar tucked beneath warm amber lights, barely more than a polished counter with eight stools and shelves of liquor climbing the wall behind it. San noticed it first. “One drink.” Seonghwa looked at him. “That’s never one drink.”
“It can be.”
Ten minutes later, all five of you were gathered around the end of the bar. You’d taken one of the stools, Mingi beside you, while San stood with one elbow resting against the counter. Seonghwa and Yunho had somehow ended up closest to where the bartender was working, which had become increasingly entertaining over the last several minutes for one very obvious reason. She was flirting. Shamelessly. You noticed immediately and so did Mingi. The bartender was pretty, probably somewhere around your age, with dark hair pulled into a high ponytail and the sort of confidence that made subtlety entirely optional. She’d started with Seonghwa when he ordered, complimenting his hair before asking if he’d ever modeled.
Seonghwa had smiled politely. “Yes.”
She laughed like he’d made a joke and glanced at Mingi, neither of you said anything. Then she got to Yunho. “And you?” Yunho leaned one forearm against the counter. “What about me?”
“You model too?”
“Not really.”
Her eyes moved over him without even pretending otherwise making you take another shot of soju. Mingi’s mouth twitched beside you.
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re about to.”
“I was going to ask if soju was good.”
“No, you weren’t.”
“No,” he admitted as the bartender laughed at something Yunho said and you gritted your teeth. You weren’t particularly possessive. At least, that’s what you liked telling yourself. That was Yunho. The truth was slightly less flattering. You trusted Yunho completely. You didn’t care when fans flirted with him, didn’t care about fan service, didn’t care when stylists or photographers commented on how handsome he was. His job practically required millions of people to be attracted to him. You’d have driven yourself insane years ago if that bothered you.
But somebody standing three feet away from you blatantly flirting with your boyfriend? That scratched at something. And Yunho knew it too. Because Yunho got jealous exactly the same way. He wasn’t controlling about it. Never made ridiculous demands or acted like you couldn’t speak to another man without his permission. He just got clingy. Suddenly there’d be a hand at your waist. An arm around your shoulders. A casual “baby” dropped into conversation approximately four times more than necessary. You’d teased him mercilessly about it. Which meant Yunho knew precisely what the slight tightening of your mouth meant when the bartender leaned closer. And you knew he knew because his eyes found yours and he fought a grin. Your eyes narrowed. Don’t. You didn’t have to say it. He knew.
And perhaps if your boyfriend hadn’t spent the entire day systematically excavating every last ounce of your patience, he would’ve listened. Instead, something wicked sparked behind his eyes. He turned back toward the bartender and your jaw tightened as the bartender set his drink down. “This one’s on me.”
Yunho looked at the glass. “Really?”
“Mhm.”
“Should’ve come here sooner.”
Your eyebrows shot up and Mingi went completely silent beside you. Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play. The bartender smiled. “You should come back.” Yunho picked up his glass. Then, because apparently he had finally decided that simple irritation wasn’t producing results quickly enough, he smiled at her. Not his huge goofy smile. That charming little one.The one he knew worked. The one he only used on you and gave to fans like customer service. “I might.”
Your tongue pressed into your cheek as San suddenly became fascinated by the liquor bottles behind the bar. Seonghwa looked at Yunho. Then at you. Then back at Yunho with an expression that clearly communicated that whatever happened next was entirely his own fault. The bartender moved away to help someone at the opposite end and Yunho turned around, took one look at your face and smiled.
That did it.
You slid off the stool as Mingi whispered, “There she goes.” Yunho barely had time to set down his glass before you reached him, fingers closing around his wrist hard. Not enough to genuinely hurt him, but your nails pressed sharply into his skin as you pulled his arm down and leaned closer. Yunho sucked in a breath and a small moan escaped him. He could feel his dick twitch as you froze. Your grip remained exactly where it was as iOS eyes dropped to your fingers wrapped around his wrist. Then slowly lifted to yours and suddenly you weren’t thinking about the bartender anymore. Because you knew that expression.
You’d seen enough versions of desire cross your boyfriend’s face to recognize it when it appeared, even when he was trying desperately to hide it. And Yunho was doing a terrible job. Your irritation faltered as his lips had parted slightly. His gaze was heavier. His wrist hadn’t pulled away from you. If anything, he’d gone unnaturally still beneath your hand. You loosened your fingers a fraction and something that looked suspiciously like disappointment flickered across his face.
Your eyes narrowed. No. Surely not. “Yunho?” His gaze snapped back to yours. “What?” Your voice dropped. “You’ve been acting like a brat all fucking day.” There. His jaw tightened as you felt the tiniest shift beneath your fingers. Your heart gave one heavy beat as you stared up at him and tightened your grip experimentally. Just slightly enough to hurt a little….. his breath caught. Not from pain. Your lips parted. Oh. Oh, you had him.
Suddenly the entire day replayed itself in your head with startling clarity. Yunho stealing Wooyoung’s chair. The gum. The bubble popping. Touching your things after you’d told him not to. Refusing to sit still. Finishing your coffee while looking directly at you. That fucking smirk when you’d called him an ass. Stealing food off your plate. Following every irritated warning with another tiny act designed specifically to push you farther. And the other night…. you’d almost forgotten. You’d been tired. Yunho had been clingy, following you around your apartment while you tried to finish getting things ready for the next morning. He’d kept distracting you until you’d finally turned around and snapped at him. Sit down. Behave. He’d gone strangely quiet afterward and you hadn’t thought anything of it.
Until now.
Your gaze moved slowly over his face. “You like this.” Yunho swallowed, not answering. He didn’t need to. Your eyebrows lifted and you fought back a flabbergasted grin. “No fucking way.” His cheeks were beginning to color along with the tips of his ears. Behind you came a suspicious choking noise that sounded remarkably like Mingi trying not to laugh, but neither of you looked away as stepped closer. Yunho’s eyes dropped briefly toward your mouth. “You’ve been doing all of this on purpose.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” There wasn’t a shred of conviction behind it. He was a terrible liar. You almost laughed as you stared at him in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You flirted with her right in front of me.”
His eyes flickered. There was the guilt. Tiny, but present. “I wasn’t actually flirting.”
“You told her you’d come back.”
“I was trying to rile you.”
“I know that now.”
His mouth closed as looked down at your hand still wrapped around his wrist before slowly pressing your nails into him again making Yunho’s eyes close for half a second and your stomach flipped. When he looked at you again, there wasn’t much bratty amusement left in his expression and you finally understood. It wasn’t simply making you angry. It was getting a reaction from you. The sharper tone. The warnings. Being told to behave. Being called out when he deliberately refused. Apparently even the little bite of your nails against his skin.
Your gaze returned to his face. “You like being a brat.” Yunho’s adams apple bobbed. “Maybe.” You nearly laughed. “Maybe?” He was trying to recover now, that infuriating little smile creeping back onto his face. “Maybe I like when you get mad.”
“That explains today.”
“You’re hot when you’re mad.”
Your grip tightened and his smile faltered. “Careful.” The word came quieter than anything you’d said to him all day making Yunho go still as you leaned closer, just enough that your next words stayed between the two of you. “You’ve spent all day trying to find out what happens when you push me too far.” His eyes stayed locked on yours as you released his wrist. Four faint crescent marks from your nails remained against his skin. Yunho glanced down at them then back at you. And the idiot smiled. You shook your head, finally understanding exactly what kind of problem you’d unknowingly created three nights ago.
“Brat.”
His smile disappeared again and you caught it. This time there was absolutely no mistaking it. Your own smile slowly appeared. “Oh, you’re in trouble.” For the first time all day, Yunho didn’t have a smart answer. Behind you, Mingi quietly took San by the shoulder and nodded at Seonghwa. “We should go.”
San blinked. “Why?”
“Trust me.”
Seonghwa was already reaching for his coat.
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The ride back to your apartment was suspiciously quiet. Yunho sat beside you in the back of the car with one hand resting on his thigh, occasionally glancing in your direction like he was waiting for something. You caught him twice. Both times, you simply looked away again. Apparently that was worse than yelling at him. By the second time, his knee had started bouncing and you nearly smiled. Because now that you’d figured him out, the entire day had become painfully obvious. Your boyfriend had discovered something about himself a few nights ago, told you absolutely nothing about it, then spent an entire workday poking you with increasingly larger metaphorical sticks to see what happened. Fine. He wanted to see what happened? He could.
The second your apartment door closed behind you, Yunho dropped your bag beside the entryway and turned toward you but you ignored him as you kicked off your shoes, shrugged out of your jacket and hung it near the door. Yunho remained exactly where he was Watching. You could practically feel the anticipation coming off him. Still, you said nothing as you walked into the kitchen and a few seconds later, footsteps followed. Of course they did. You opened the refrigerator and reached inside for a bottle of water and when you straightened, Yunho was leaning against the opposite side of the island, arms loosely folded over his chest.
You twisted the cap open and his eyes followed your fingers as you took a drink. Then they moved to your mouth. You lowered the bottle. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you staring at me?”
“Can’t look at my girlfriend?”
“You’ve been looking at me all day.”
“I like looking at you.” There was the sweet Yunho answer. Normally it would’ve worked. Tonight, you simply took another sip and his mouth flattened slightly. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. This was almost too easy now. You set the bottle on the counter and leaned back against it, studying him making Yunho shift beneath your attention. “So.” His eyebrows lifted. “So?”
“You learned something the other night.”
His expression immediately changed. Not much, but enough. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bullshit.”
The corner of his mouth twitched as you continued to stare at him as his gaze dropped when your hand settled against your thigh. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Dangerous.” He grinned. There he was. Apparently even after being caught, he couldn’t help himself. You slowly dragged your hand upward along your thigh and Yunho’s smile faded. His attention followed the movement before snapping back to your face as you tilted your head. “I should make you go without…”
His lips parted as you let the implication hang there, your fingers still resting high on your thigh and Yunho pushed himself away from the island. “You’re not serious…...”
You almost laughed at the panic in his eyes. Like the thought of no sex with you was catastrophic for him. You held up one finger and he shut up instantly. Well. That was new. Yunho stared at you from the opposite side of the kitchen, and you could practically see the internal battle happening behind his eyes as you took your time looking him over. “Why not?”
“Because.”
“Excellent argument.”
“Baby.”
“No.”
His jaw tightened.
“You spent the entire day trying to piss me off.”
“I wasn’t trying to piss you off.”
You gave him a look and Yunho sighed. “Okay. I was.”
“And then,” you glared at him, “you decided to flirt with another woman because apparently everything else wasn’t getting you the reaction you wanted.” The playfulness finally slipped from his expression. “That one was stupid.”
“Yes.”
“I knew you knew I wasn’t serious.”
“I did.”
His shoulders relaxed slightly.
“That doesn’t make it less stupid.”
Yunho looked at you for a long moment before quietly admitting, “I wanted you jealous.”
“I know.”
“I wanted you to grab me again.”
That caught you. Your eyes dropped to his wrist. The faint little crescents from your nails were still visible. When you looked back up, Yunho was watching you. No smirk this time. No teasing. Just honesty that made warmth curl through your stomach. “You liked that.” His gaze flickered toward his wrist. “Yeah.”
“And you liked me calling you a brat.”
His tongue pressed briefly against his cheek. “Yeah.” You smiled slowly. “And when I snapped at you the other night?”
“That too.”
“So instead of telling your girlfriend any of this like a functioning adult…… you decided to spend an entire day annoying the shit out of me.”
“When you say it like that…”
“How else would I say it?”
“I was experimenting.”
You stared at him and Yunho’s mouth finally broke into a grin making you laugh despite yourself. “Experimenting?”
“I didn’t know if it was just that night.”
“So you needed peer reviewed research?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Your idiot.”
“Unfortunately.”
He started toward you but you lifted your finger again and Yunho stopped. “See?” you murmured. “Now you’re suddenly very good at listening.” His eyes darkened slightly watching as you let your hand fall back against your thigh. “You wanted me annoyed.” He swallowed. “You wanted me telling you what to do.” His gaze stayed fixed on you. “You wanted to be a brat until I finally did something about it.” Yunho nodded as you picked up your water again and took another leisurely sip. “So maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want.” His eyebrows pulled together and you shrugged. “Actions have consequences.”
“Y/N.” The warning in his voice only made your smile return.
“What?”
“You’re enjoying this.”
“Maybe.”
“That’s my line.”
“Not anymore.”
Yunho took one careful step forward and you didn’t stop him this time. By the time he reached the other side of the island, you could see the beginnings of that familiar confidence returning. So you tilted your head and murmured, “Keep pushing your luck, brat.” He stopped dead in his tracks. There it was again. That tiny catch in his breathing. The immediate tension in his jaw. The way his eyes sharpened on yours. You’d wondered at the restaurant if you’d imagined how strongly the word affected him. But you hadn’t. Your smile turned knowing. “Yeah,” you murmured. “I thought so.”
And suddenly Yunho looked considerably less pleased with the little game he’d started that morning. Because he’d spent all day discovering exactly which buttons of yours he could press. But he’d apparently forgotten that once you knew where his were, you could press them right back. Yunho lasted approximately five more seconds before apparently deciding he’d had enough. You saw the intention immediately. The slight drop of his gaze to your mouth. The way his shoulders shifted. One long stride that would’ve brought him directly against you if you hadn’t planted your hand against his chest and shoved.
Yunho stumbled back half a step. Not because you’d pushed particularly hard. But because he hadn’t expected it. His eyes widened as you kept your hand against his chest for another second before letting it fall. “Beg for it.”
Yunho stared at you. Then an incredulous laugh escaped him. “What?” You didn’t smile and that seemed to be what finally made him realize you were serious. You nodded once toward the floor between you.
“Get on your knees and beg for what you want.”
His mouth actually fell open and perhaps for the first time since you’d met Jeong Yunho, you’d rendered him completely fucking speechless. You almost wanted to take a picture.
“Y/N.”
“What?”
He laughed again, quieter this time, staring at you like he was trying to determine when exactly his evening had escaped his control. “You’re serious?”
“You wanted me to do something about your behavior.”
“I…” He stopped as you raised an eyebrow and Yunho’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Maybe I am.”
“Baby….”
You reached for your water again. “That’s not begging.” His lips pressed together as you took a drink and the kitchen went quiet. You could practically hear him thinking. There was still a trace of disbelief on his face, but underneath it was something else. The same thing you’d been catching glimpses of all day whenever your voice sharpened or you called him a brat. Except there was nowhere for him to hide it now. Your attention dropped deliberately to his feet before returning to his face. “Well?”
His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. “You really want me on my knees?”
“You’re still talking an awful lot for someone who wanted me pissed off.”
He clenched jaw as you set your water aside. “Or was all that attitude only fun when you thought you were the one controlling how far it went?” Yunho stared at you then laughed once beneath his breath, shaking his head. “You figured me out and got mean.”
“No.” You tilted your head. “You figured out you like me mean.”
That wiped the smile straight off his face.
You almost laughed.
“Thought so.”
“Y/N.”
“Yunho.”
His eyes dropped and your boyfriend suddenly looked almost shy. It was absurdly attractive. He rubbed his thumb over the faint marks you’d left around his wrist at the restaurant, seemingly considering his options. Then he looked at you again and slowly, Yunho lowered himself. One knee touched the floor. Then the other and your breath caught despite yourself. Because joking about it was one thing. Seeing him actually do it was something else entirely.
Yunho settled back onto his heels, looking up at you from the kitchen floor with his hands resting loosely against his thighs. His hair had fallen slightly over his forehead during the long day, tie no longer sitting perfectly straight, the top of his white shirt undone sometime during dinner. And somehow the brat still managed to look smug. You folded your arms. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because you’re staring.”
Your eyes narrowed and his smile widened. “Do you want to get back up?” His smile disappeared and you bit the inside of your cheek. Oh, this was dangerous information.
“No.”
“No what?”
His eyebrows lifted as you waited and Yunho exhaled through his nose. “No, I don’t want to get back up.”
“Then behave.”
His eyes fluttered shut for half a second and when they opened again, you were smiling. “God, you really do like that.” His hand started lifting toward your leg but you caught his wrist before he could touch you. “No.” His gaze dropped to your fingers as you squeezed his wrist just enough to remind him. His eyes snapped back to yours and your pulse jumped, but you kept your expression composed as you released him. “You’ve been trying to get this out of me all day,” you said quietly. “So now you can ask properly.” Yunho looked up at you. “Tell me what you want.” He swallowed then that tiny smile returned. “Everything.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Not good enough.”
His laugh came out softer this time, almost disbelieving until the last trace of teasing disappeared from his expression. “Please.”
You stepped closer until Yunho had to tip his head farther back to keep looking at you. “Please what?” And judging by the look he gave you, your boyfriend was finally beginning to understand that spending an entire day teaching you exactly what he liked might have been the most catastrophically successful decision he’d ever made as the air in the kitchen became thick, charged with a tension that had been building since the moment Yunho had stolen l your styling chair that morning.
He was waiting for the verdict, waiting for the moment you finally broke and gave him exactly what he’d been manipulating you to provide all day. You looked down at him, your voice dropping to a low, commanding hum. “Say exactly what you want.” Yunho didn’t hesitate. The facade of the innocent boyfriend shattered instantly as he lunged forward, his large hands gripping your thighs with a sudden, bruising intensity that made you gasp. He pressed his face against the fabric of your jeans, his voice muffled and pleading, stripped of all his earlier bratty smugness. “Let me eat your pussy,” he rasped, the request sounding more like a prayer. “Please, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Please let me.”
You felt a surge of heat coil in your gut. The power shift was intoxicating. You didn't move, you didn't help him. Instead, you leaned back against the counter, crossing your arms and letting a small, teasing smile play on your lips as you made him wait, counting the seconds as his breathing became erratic, his grip on your thighs tightening until his knuckles were white. You pretended to consider it, prolonging the agony of his anticipation until he let out a low, frustrated whine. “Fine,” you whispered. “Go ahead.”
Yunho moved with a feral speed. He didn't just undo your pants, he practically tore at the button and zipper, his movements hurried and frantic. He yanked your jeans down your legs with a rough tug, and you stepped out of them, standing before him in nothing but your underwear. As he leaned in to shove your panties aside, your hand shot out, fingers curling firmly around his chin. You gripped him tight, forcing him to stop and look up at you. His pupils were blown wide, his gaze locked on yours with a hunger that was almost frightening. “Take your time,” you commanded and the frustration in his eyes flared, but he obeyed. He shifted his focus to your thighs, pressing slow, wet kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner legs. He dragged his tongue upward in long, languid strokes, tasting the salt of your sweat, moving higher and higher but never quite reaching the center.
“Good boy,” you murmured, your voice dripping with a calculated sweetness and the praise hit him like a physical blow. His dick twitch violently against the fabric of his trousers, a hard, aching weight that was clearly reaching its limit. He let out a shaky breath, his tongue continuing to swirl against the softest parts of your thighs, his movements becoming more desperate as he neared the edge of your lace panties. He paused there, looking up at you one last time, asking for silent permission to remove them. But as he reached for the waistband to drag them down, a sudden impulse took over. He didn't slide them off. With one sharp, aggressive yank, he ripped the fabric. The sound of the lace tearing echoed in the quiet kitchen making you gasp, staring down at the shredded remnants of your underwear. “You fucking brat! That was one of my favorite pairs!”
The word brat triggered something in him again. Yunho let out a guttural moan, the sound vibrating against your skin as he finally dove in. He didn't waste another second. His tongue flicked expertly against your clit, a sharp, precise pressure that made your hips jerk forward. Then he thrust his tongue deep into your pussy, mimicking the motion of his dick with a rhythmic, demanding intensity. You reached down, your fingers tangling in his hair and pulled hard. You wanted him to feel the weight of your control.
When he moaned against you, a sound of pure submission and pleasure, you pulled harder, tilting his head back just enough to make him gasp. “You’re such a pathetic brat,” you whispered, alternating between praise and degradation. “Look at you. Begging for it. Just a little dog for me to play with.” Yunho whimpered into you, the sound muffled by your pussy, but his body responded with an electric intensity. He was eating you with a starving desperation, his tongue working tirelessly to drive you toward the edge. In the heat of the moment, his hand moved downward, fumbling with his own zipper to free his aching dick.
“No,” you snapped, yanking his hair. “You don’t get anything right now. You just get to give.” Another whimper escaped him, a sound of absolute defeat. He didn't fight you though. He simply surrendered, focusing every ounce of his energy on your pleasure. You used his face and tongue to fuck yourself, grinding your hips against him, your breath coming in jagged, broken sobs. The friction was overwhelming, the sensation of his tongue and the pressure of your own hand bringing you closer and closer to the brink.When the first wave of your orgasm hit, it was violent. You arched your back, your fingers clutching his scalp as you screamed into the empty kitchen, holding him there, forcing him to feel every single throb of your orgasm, pinning him to you until the last tremor subsided.
Breathing heavily, you finally snatched him up by the hair, pulling him to his feet with a strength born of adrenaline, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips, and gripping his hand as you led him toward the bedroom. You glanced sideways at him, noting the way he walked stiffly, his eyes glazed. “How hard are you?” you asked, your voice a low purr. “You’re aching, aren’t you?” Yunho glared at you, but there was no heat in it, only a desperate, burning need. You smirked and stopped in the middle of the room. “Take your clothes off.”
He obeyed instantly. There was no hesitation, no bratty pushback. He stripped with a frantic energy, his dick springing free, thick, pulsing, and leaking pre cum. It was twitching with a life of its own as you stepped closer, reaching out to stroke the length of him, your hand sliding against him, giving him a sharp, sudden squeeze making Yunho’s knees wobble and let out a strangled sound, his head falling back. “Now,” you murmured, leaning in close to his ear. “What do you want?”
“Please,” he begged, his voice raw. “Y/N, please let me have your pussy. I can’t... I can’t take it anymore.” You pouted at him, lifting your hand and gently patting his cheek, small, mocking slaps that served as a reminder of who was in charge. “You will... eventually. But first... brats deserve to be punished.” You pointed toward the bed. “Get on the bed.” Before he could move, you added a final condition. “Actually... crawl.”
Yunho froze, his eyes wide with shock. He looked at you as if you’d just rewritten the laws of gravity. But the sight of your expression, knowing and dominant, was enough to break him. He lowered himself to the carpet and crawled onto the bed on all fours, his chest heaving, looking up at you from the mattress like a devotee before an altar. You took your time. You removed your shirt slowly, then reached back to drag your bra off, tossing it carelessly to the floor as Yunho stared at you like he was starving, his eyes tracking every inch of exposed skin. When you finally climbed onto the bed, you didn't immediately give in. You pulled him toward you by his hair, whispering, “Go on... I know you want them.”
He growled, a low sound of desperate need, and lunged forward. He latched his mouth onto your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth with a bruising intensity. For a moment, he had a sliver of control back, his tongue swirling around the peak as he tried to claim you. He moved to the other side, his breath hot against your skin, but before he could settle in, you shoved him back and crawled atop him, straddling his waist. You reached down and gripped his dick, but instead of sinking down, you began to tease him. You used the length of him to rub against your clit, gliding back and forth in a slow, torturous rhythm that drove him insane.
Yunho could only watch, his eyes wide and pleading, as you took your time edging him further and further into the red zone. When you felt his dick throb violently, the pre cum leaking in earnest, you abruptly stopped. “If you come now,” you whispered, “I’ll just finish myself.” The realization hit you in that moment….. you loved this. You loved the sight of this powerful man reduced to a shaking mess of obedience and submission. Finally, you let yourself sink down onto him, taking him all in one slow, crushing motion, your walls clenching around him with a desperate force as your hand moved up to wrap around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch.
Yunho lost it completely, a loud, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he arched beneath you and you grinned and squeezed tighter as you started to move. “Your dick is so good,” you praised, your voice a dark contrast to the pleasure. Then, your expression shifted. “Remember that bartender? The one who thought she could have your attention?” You choked him a little harder, forcing him to gasp for air and start thrusting up violently, his hips snapping into yours with a raw power. “No one else gets you like this,” you whispered, leaning forward until your chests touched. “Every inch of you... is mine.” To seal the claim, you leaned down and bit his nipple hard and that was the breaking point. The bratty submissive boyfriend vanished.
Yunho growled and in one fluid move, he gripped your waist and flipped you over, pinning you to the mattress with a force that knocked the wind out of you. “Now who’s being a fucking brat?” he snapped, his voice returning to its usual commanding depth. He leaned over you, his eyes void of everything but lust and possession. “Don’t come or I’ll finish myself,” he mocked, echoing your words with a cruel smirk. “When we both know you can’t come without me.” He leaned back and smacked your ass, a loud, stinging crack that made you yelp. Then again. And again. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room as he teased your pussy with the head of his dick, rubbing it against the entrance but refusing to enter.
“Brats deserve to be punished,” he whispered into your ear. Then he moved. You cried out as he drove himself into your ass, stretching you open with a single, devastating thrust. Yunho groaned, a sound of pure pleasure as he bottomed out inside you. You were sprawled beneath him, fingers digging into the sheets as you gasped for air. He gave you a second to adjust before he reached up and yanked you up by your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat. He started to move slowly at first, holding you pinned against the bed as he hammered into you, you starting to moan, moans turning into pleas. “Fuck my ass!” you begged, your voice breaking. “Yunho, please!”
He lost all restraint. He held you by the throat and pounded into you relentlessly, the pace becoming frantic and feral. Your moans turned into sharp gasps and cries of pleasure and pain. As he continued to wreck you from behind, his other hand sliding forward, thrusting two fingers deep into your pussy. The double penetration was too much. You were being filled from both ends, your body shaking under the onslaught of him. Your hands flew back, nails digging into his ass. The pain only made him moan louder, pushing himself even deeper into you making start to squirt, the fluid soaking the sheets as you began to shake violently.
His fingers fucked you harder and harder, synchronizing with the brutal rhythm of his hips. You screamed, your vision blurring as you came in a massive, crashing wave of pleasure and Yunho followed right behind you after all the edging you did to him. He let out a loud moan as he came, his body stiffening, filling your ass completely before he collapsed onto you, his chest heaving, both of you drenched in sweat and shaking from the intensity of it all.
The room fell silent except for the sound of your synchronized breathing. The experiment was over, and as Yunho buried his face in the crook of your neck, it was clear that both of you had found exactly what you were looking for as you let him curl into your side like the little spoon he thought he was. Like he wasn’t over six feet. You ran your hand through his hair, combing at his scalp. “Brat.”
He grinned, tired, spent and completely satisfied. “Right back at you.”
𓏵 SYNOPSIS ───── headcanons on office worker yunho, who loves you too much to keep your relationship a secret—even while you're working overtime to hide it.
genre. fluff ‹𝟹 〔 pairing(s). secret bf!yunho x fem!reader 〕 wc. 787 ! 〔 warnings/tags. secret lovers (secret only inside the office, around co-workers), office workers, down bad!yunho, manager!yunho, employee!reader, kisses, full of love, long term relationship (10 years), no smut, SFW, etc !! 〕
⤷ 〔 ✉️ 〕 heyy! this is my first post on here, also my first ever headcanon! i usually write fics (i've been writing for a few years now), but this is my first time trying a headcanon, so i'm exciteddd!! and more secret bf!yunho headcanons are coming, so look forward to that!
● officeworker!yunho who loves you way too much to actually keep your relationship a secret. Spoiler: he sucks at it. Meanwhile, you're working overtime just to keep up appearances.
● officeworker!yunho who leaves sticky notes all over your desk or monitor. Little reminders to eat, hype notes for big presentations, or just sweet love confessions. He sneaks them in during lunch breaks or empty office hours so he doesn't get caught.
● officeworker!yunho who always manages to sit at the adjacent table in the crowded office canteen just to watch you eat. If he catches you skipping meals, his phone instantly slips out to text you under the table: Eat more.
● officeworker!yunho who—when you skip lunch or hate the cafeteria food—drags you to your favorite restaurant for dinner after work. Even if it's impossible to get a table, he somehow secures the reservation.
● officeworker!yunho who has your favorite bouquet delivered to your desk every few days with anonymous notes, knowing it instantly turns your bad days around. Your colleagues ask way too many questions and tease you relentlessly, but honestly? It's worth it.
● officeworker!yunho who uses his team manager status to his absolute advantage. He calls you into his private office for "urgent matters," only to shower you in endless kisses because he physically can't stay away. (Everyone outside just assumes you messed up.)
● officeworker!yunho who knows your schedule better than you do. He knows the exact minute you step away for a bathroom makeup touch-up or a quick coffee run, casually waiting in an empty corridor or break room corner just to steal a few minutes with you.
● officeworker!yunho who can barely focus during big presentations because his eyes and mind are entirely fixed on you sitting across the room.
● officeworker!yunho who gets jealous. A lot. The second another male employee gets too close or makes you laugh in the break room, he's silently fuming. Later, he sulks all night—mostly because he knows it drives you crazy and earns him extra attention and kisses.
● officeworker!yunho who refuses to let you drive to work since you hate it. He drops you off in the morning, waits for you after work at the nearest bus stop, and drives the rest of the way home together.
● officeworker!yunho who looks like the ultimate serious, unapproachable boss at work, but behind closed doors in your shared home, he's a literal golden retriever in human form.
● officeworker!yunho who bans you from working at home because home is for relaxing together. He might quietly extend your project deadlines at the office, but he draws the line at laptops on laps when he wants your full attention.
● officeworker!yunho who desperately wishes he could shout your relationship from the rooftops because he's a loud lover. But he respects your wish to stay under the radar—especially when you're dating the office's most famous, handsome guy that everyone has a secret crush on.
● officeworker!yunho who peeks at you through the gaps of his office blinds while you're laser-focused on your screen. You can always tell when he's staring.
● officeworker!yunho who sometimes gets just a little too obvious, leaving the rest of the employees asking questions.
● officeworker!yunho who, after years of hiding, accidentally slips up during a team dinner and lets it drop that you two went to high school together. If you hadn't kicked his shin under the table, he would have confessed to university, too.
— "I hate having to hide my love for you."
"When this is over, I'm going to be so loud."
"I don't like how he talks to you like you aren't literally mine."
● officeworker!yunho who, after 10 long years of secretly dating (inside the office), finally proposes. And he is the very first one to proudly announce your engagement to the whole office, holding your hand so tight nobody could ever doubt that you're his.
● officeworker!yunho who is entirely too giddy about not hiding anymore. He now delivers the bouquet to your desk himself, still leaving sticky notes—only this time, they're signed with his name.
● officeworker!yunho who now summons you to his office every single day, right out loud. Who walks proudly to the break room with you instead of lingering in corners. Who finally gets to drive, walk, and leave the building by your side.
● officeworker!yunho who can finally, freely broadcast his love for you.
— "I love not having to hide you anymore."
"I waited ten years, I'm never shutting up now."
"Y/n, love, come to my office for a bit?"
"Sit with me for lunch. I'll feed you."
"Come sit on my lap, nobody's looking anymore."
"Everyone is going to hear that you're all mine."
Sypnosis: on one of your beloved stormy nights, you wake to find another pirate ship looming overhead, probably eyeing the treasure you vowed to keep safe.
Tags/warnings: death (a lot), blood, fantasy, NO ROMANCE, NO SMUT, typical siren stuff.
w/c: 904.
a/n: I like non romantic fics, can you tell?
taglist: @vuuhhnessahh @yuyueater (let me know if you want to join!)
The hull of the old wooden ship crashed through the wild waves above you, disrupting your sleep. You crane your neck from the reef you slept on, catching the glimpse of the huge ship stuck in the usual storm.
Humans had a tendency to not learn from the tales their forefathers told, always pushing themselves to reach newer limits.
You look at the bright coral around you, that would look pale blue to those weak human eyes.
Shaking your sister who slept next to, you tried to warn her of the invasion. She opened her eyes to look at the surface, judging the ship, trying to hear the commotion taking place on board.
"There's not a lot of them, you can handle them alone." her songlike voice echoed around you, you shook your head, excited to handle the invaders alone.
You swam upwards, the pearls on your body flowing with the current.
Reaching just below the ship, you start to sing, the sharp melody flowing through the water and reaching the deck of the ship. You feel the effects instantly, the ship stops moving forward, swaying wildly in the storm, yet no man screams. You sing again and hear the footsteps against the wood of the deck.
Finally, you swim further, poking your head above the surface, rain drops fall on you, barely having any effect. You call out to the men, asking for one that shall speak with no constraint.
Almost instantly, you see movement on the deck and a tall, taller than the rest, pirate steps up, eyes glazed by your spell. There is a sword fastened on hip above the raggedy clothes these pirates wore.
For a group of men always on the hunt of the mesmerizing treasure your shoal guarded, their ways definitely lacked a sense of vanity. How amusing.
You hiss at him making him drop all the weapons on his person. You stare as he slowly drops his sword, then a few knives and daggers that hid under the rags he called clothes.
You make him jump in the water, grabbing on to his shoulders so that he doesn't drown, when you see that he is safe in your arms, you break the spell. Only for him, while his pirate friends stand at the corner of the deck mere inches from falling, eyes dazed and lips curled up in a smile. The moment the swordsman wakes, he startles, his eyes go wide when realising he is in the unforgiving water. He tries to swim from your grasp, falling miserably.
You smile at his futile attempt, what else had he expected when he decided to visit this side of the ocean?
"Speak your name, human." You whisper at him, your voice echoing in the rain.
"Jeong Yunho."
"Yunho, what master do you serve?"
"None."
"Then I shall give you one."
Your voice compells him to anwer everything about his pathetic mission and scraggly crew. He speaks their names with pain in his voice, tears in his eyes, trying to stop his tongue. But he can't, not when you are speaking mere inches away from him.
You try to remember everything he tells, as much as you can. Finally when you're satisfied with the information he gave you, you let him speak his mind.
"What, what are you?" His lips tremble, either from fear or the cold of the sea on his skin, you don't pay it any mind.
"You know very well what I am. You must have read the tales."
"A siren."
You smile, atleast the humans had the decency to teach their children about your people before they let them die by your spells.
You start to call out the names of his crewmen, one by one, and one by one they jump in the water, smiling to their death.
Yunho screams, bound safely in your arms as his friends slowly jump from the deck, sinking to the bottomless sea.
"I'm sorry, w–we, we're sorry. Please, just please let us go. Don't kill my brothers, please we will never return, we will never speak of this."
You look at him, anger flashing in your eyes.
"Oh, you'll speak it plenty."
And with one long note, you push the rest of the crew to the water.
"Yunho, you will speak of this tale to whomever you encounter, you'll speak of it to strangers, to family and to children. You will preach it in temples, you will print it on books. Just like your forefathers had done. You will warn every soul you encounter to not touch the sea, and you will watch in agony as they leave the harbor and reach the same fate as your brothers."
The longer you speak the darker the silver glaze on his brown eyes become, he nods at all your words, completely unaware of what he will have to do. How he will spend his miserable life.
With a soft note, you leave his arms. He looks at you for a moment before swimming against the harsh current, finally reaching the ship, now empty and cold.
He scrapes his fingers on the wood as he climbs up, a smile fixed on his face, his fingers bleed but he doesn't look at them.
When he finally reaches the deck, he climbs up the hub and turns the wheel, pulling the ship away from your territory towards the horizon, ready to meet his sorrowful life.
Synopsis: You asked one of your online friends to play Valorant with you, but he had other plans first.
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x F!reader
Warnings: discord & valorant (yes these both need a warning), e-sex kind of, masturbation, lots of dirty talk, pet names, cum, yunho is down bad, not proofread
Word Count: 1.7k
a/n: I was in a ‘try not to write a self-indulgent subby yunho fanfic’ challenge and i failed; this is the product. Gotta get some longer fics out for yall with more fluff/plot so I'm working on not being a pervert all of the time, sigh. Maybe I should make a pt 2 where they meet.
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It was a normal Saturday night for you: ordering takeout, bingeing one of the shows that you've had on your watchlist for the longest, and playing whatever pc game piqued your interest at the moment. Lately, it's been Valorant. The game has been somewhat counterintuitive to your efforts on having a relaxing time during the weekend, but the people you played with made it worth almost rage quitting every session.
You turned on your pc and went directly to discord. You'd joined a server where you met some people that you played with often. Scrolling through the users who were online, your eyes landed on the profile that you wanted to see the most. Your other friends weren't online, so it'd just be you and him.
Clicking on his profile, you opened your direct messages with him instead of tagging him in the main server. You weren't sure how this night would go.
8mkz1tm: yun!!!
abura._sova: wow thats crazy i was just abt to text you too, wsp?
8mkz1tm: val?
8mkz1tm: i need to do my placement matches tn
abura._sova: yah, but i need some help first :(
8mkz1tm: i cant believe u
8mkz1tm: are you hard right now?
You felt anticipation building up inside of you. The irritated tone you had in the message was the complete opposite of what you were feeling right now; that was just your way of toying with Yunho.
Despite the impossible barrier of the computer screen, you always had sexual tension with Yunho, and with that came helping each other release that tension. That's how this arrangement initially started. Nothing was ever made official though; no one quite ready to address the nature of this relationship.
Your train of thought gets interrupted by the notification pinging on your computer, a new message popped up.
abura._sova: yess
abura._sova: i want to hear your voice so bad plspls
8mkz1tm: haha so greedy
8mkz1tm: be ready in 5
abura._sova: yes maam
You were prompt, calling exactly five minutes later. You spent that time fixing up your appearance a little and making sure your room didn't look like an absolute mess in the background. Yunho didn't care about any of that, but you still wanted to put in a little effort. The ring only lasted about half a second before the pixels rearranged to show his face in the webcam. You expanded his window so that he was taking up the entire screen.
His room was dark, the only illumination coming from his computer screen, which tinted his face a cool blue. He was wearing a loose black t-shirt and what looked to be green and blue plaid pyjama pants, his hair lightly tousled. It was cute, he was cute. You felt an unfamiliar flutter in your heart just by the sight of him; what's up with you tonight? After a few seconds of waiting, Yunho pouted.
“You're not gonna turn on your cam?”
Oh shit, you forgot. Thankfully you didn't have it on earlier though, because Yunho would've seen you ogling at him.
“I thought that I taught you how to be patient, do you need another lesson?”
Yunho's eyes widened slightly, your scolding made him anxious and excited simultaneously. “N-no, I don't”
You giggled lightly and moved your mouse to click the camera icon. When the icon turned green, your webcam flashed a light for a second and then you face appeared on screen, it took up a small portion of your screen in the corner, but you're sure Yunho had your face on full display just like you had his.
His eyes were glowing, or maybe it was just the blue light. Regardless, he looked entirely too happy to see your face on the screen. A boyish smile creeped onto his face when he spoke.
“There she goes, you're so beautiful.”
You couldn't help the burn that spread throughout your face at his compliment, he really knew how to take you out of the persona you tried to keep up with him; especially when you were in situations like this. Trying to keep yourself composed, you replied to him in what you hoped was a nonchalant tone. “Mhm, you like being good for pretty girls like me?”
“Yes, but just for you, only you.”
The composure you promised to keep mere seconds ago was already gone. You weren't the best at drawing things out; your patience was always paper thin when it came to Yunho. “Good boy, touch yourself baby.”
He started to palm himself through his pants, releasing a sigh of relief like he was waiting for this moment all day. He started out slow, teasing, exactly how you taught him to. This was your favorite thing about Yunho, he was hundreds of miles away and had the free will to do anything he pleased with no real repercussions, and yet he clung to your every word. So easy.
“Wish you were here. Wish you were the one touching me.”
“Yeah? What would you do if I was there right now?”
“I…I dunno, I'd do whatever you wanted me to.” Again, so easy
You chuckled and placed your elbows onto your desk, leaning further to get a better look at Yunho. “In that case, I'll tell you what I'd do to you, how's that?” Your tone was sweet, coddling.
Usually, (all of the time) you'd touch yourself too, but tonight you wanted to see every single micro reaction that Yunho had for you. The ache in between your legs could be dealt with later, right now, you didn't want to miss a thing.
Yunho shook his head eagerly; he loved hearing your voice, and listening to all the things you wanted to do to him sounded like heaven on earth.
You had a faux pensive look on your face, like you were scrolling through a library of thoughts you wanted to act out with him. Keeping Yunho on his toes was your favorite thing to do, and this was definitely building his anticipation.
“Well…I think I'd sit right on your lap first, in that same gaming chair.” pausing for a second, you notice how Yunho already has his eyes closed and how he very subtly spread his legs wider, like he was making space for you. “Then I'd grind down on you, slow like how you're touching yourself now. I'd do it until we're both a mess.”
To Yunho, this was pure bliss. He moaned out at your scenario and rolled his hips up into his hand. “Can I-” he paused like he was trying to catch his breath. “Can I take it out? Please let me take my dick out, I've been good.”
You shushed him and he shut his lips tight, small whimpers still managing to escape from his mouth because he was still desperately palming himself. “You don't have to beg, go ahead.” His eyes flung open, he looked fucked out already and nothing has really happened.
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
“Mhm”
Yunho fumbled with his pants for a second, finally lifting up his hips so he could pull the garment down to about mid thigh. No underwear, fuck.
His dick sprang out and you could see the how wet he really was even in the dim lighting. Yunho's hand gripped the base as fast as you could blink. He stroked up his length and stopped and his slit to spread more of his precum; he didn't even need lube, it was obscene.
Yunho fixed his gaze on you as best as he could, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut at the sensation. "Keep going."
"I'd lay you down on your bed over there, flat on your back. Then, I'd sit on your face. Shut you up for a few minutes while you make me feel good."
He whined. “I need to fuck you so bad.” He was stroking himself faster now, not worrying about you scolding him for going faster without asking first. You were just as far gone as he was. Your eyes were trained on his dick, every light twitch it did when he squeezed a little too hard at the tip. You considered switching tabs and buying a flight to his city right then and there. Instead, you just replied:
"How would you fuck me baby?”
It took everything in him to try and answer you while also giving enough stimulation to his dick, god he was so close. “I- hngh- I'd fuck you hard, wanna make you cum on my dick. I want it so bad, want your- ah- your pussy wrapped around me..” You thought that was the end, but he continued. “Wanna kiss you, wanna taste your moans and swallow them whole. Would you let me cum inside you? Please I need to cum inside of you. Tell me you would-”
Yunho was babbling at this point, he was so close and part of that question was also asking you for permission to cum right now. The slick noises coming from your computer speaker was erotic, it made you imagine what it would sound like if you were really there; skin slapping and heat raising into the air.
You didn't want to drag this out, Yunho had wound himself up so tight that you're sure he would've came regardless of what you said next.
“Of course sweet boy, you'd fill me up so good wouldn't you?”
Yunho came hard, all he could do was gasp out small ‘thank you's as he spilled all over his shirt. The white was a harsh contrast to the dark shirt. Even after the initial wave, he fucked up into his hand until he went through all of the after shocks of his orgasm.
You smiled. The way this grown man unraveled in front of you just from your words boosted your ego to no end. “So dirty, always making a mess."
He couldn't answer. Yunho was trying to collect any trace of his self respect. He wanted to see you, to feel you, he was sick of only looking at you through a screen.
You filled in the gaps, like everything went back to normal. It didn't, you both knew that.
“Clean up, we still need to hop on. You're going to have to carry me because I'm a bit rusty.”
Yunho finally came back down to earth and nodded frantically. He raised himself up slightly out of the chair so he could pull his pants back up over his softening dick.
“Yeah...I'll be on in a few.” he said as he gave you a soft smile and hung up. When the screen went back to the chat, he ran his hand (the one that he didn't use to jerk himself off) down his face in exasperation. He was so utterly fucked.
