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Journey To Wonderland

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Introduction A (Prolouge)

Introduction B (Character Introduction)

Chapter 1 : Destiny

Chapter 2 : On-board

Chapter 3 : The Journey

Chapter 4 : New Life

Chapter 5 : The Judgement

Chapter 6 : The Story

Chapter 7 : Face off

Journey To Wonderland ~ Interlude

Chapter 8 :

Chapter 9 :

Chapter 10 :

[mulletjoong]

BIG BOSS happy birthday beloved @noctilucentminki <333

[w00yngie]

heartbreak anniversary

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: angst, hurt w/comfort (i'm not a monster cmon), established relationship, nonidol!au

word count: 10.7k

warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, miscommunication (again!), possessive!wooyo, soft dom!wooyo, also whiny wooyo, pronebone!!!!!, praise kink, make up sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), p in v, mating press (kinda), multiple o's, fingering, oral, felching, breath play, spit play/spit as a means for lube, creampie, cockwarming, slight choking (?), mutual masturbation, body worship, breeding kink (mentioned like once tbh), a little bit of edging, emotional sex (he cries, her kitty did too), overstimulation / lmk if i missed any!

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── author's note: based on this request! i lowkey went overboard and got carried away with the makeup sex but who's going to complaing if their steak is too juicy and the lobster too buttery, yk? :p i hope you enjoy this my love @moilele <333

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The key turns in the lock at 1:47 AM. You’ve been staring at the clock for so long the numbers have burned into your vision, following you even when you close your eyes. The candlelight dinner you prepared hours ago has congealed on the table, the wax from the candles having melted into sad, misshapen puddles.

When Wooyoung stumbles through the door, the smell hits you first—sharp, medicinal, unmistakably alcohol—before you even see his face. He’s loosening his tie with one hand, the other gripping the doorframe for balance. He tries to toe off his shoes and only manages to get one halfway off before giving up. He lets the other one fall with a thud, then drops his battered work bag into the hallway, not caring if it blocks the door or if either of you end up tripping over it later.

“Hey,” he mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes. “What are you doing still awake?”

You don’t answer immediately. You just watch him, this man who hasn’t texted you in nine hours, who left you sitting here with a heart that sank deeper into your chest with each passing minute. The silence stretches between you, taut as a wire.

“You didn’t answer your phone,” you finally say. Your voice comes out steadier than you expected, a calm that doesn’t match the storm inside.

Wooyoung blinks, processing your words through the alcohol fog. “Sorry, we were out at the bar. The project…” He waves his hand vaguely. “It went really well. Everyone was—”

“Celebrating,” you finish for him. Your eyes drift to the table behind you, the two plates still set with the meal you spent three hours preparing. The anniversary cake you ordered sits untouched in its box, the words “One Year” now barely visible through the condensation that’s gathered on the lid.

It hits you then, with a clarity that makes your stomach drop. He doesn’t remember.

“Look, I know I’m sorry that I’m late again,” Wooyoung says, finally noticing your expression. “Things got crazy at the office. You know babe, the promotion, it’s—”

“Do you know what day it is?” you ask quietly.

He frowns, clearly trying to think through his drunken haze. “Uhh Tuesday?”

The silence that follows is deafening. You watch the realization slowly dawn on his face, the way his eyes widen slightly, the way his mouth opens then closes without sound.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Oh fuck…”

“You forgot our anniversary.” It’s not a question.

“I didn’t—”Wooyoung runs a hand through his hair, his movements still uncoordinated. “The project deadline was today. We’ve been working toward this for weeks, you know that. And then everyone wanted to go out, and I couldn’t just—”

“Couldn’t just text me? Couldn’t just call to say you’d be late?” Your voice rises slightly, despite your efforts to keep it steady. “I sat here for hours, Wooyoung. I thought something happened to you. I called your friends, hell I even called your office phone.”

“I’m fine,” he says, and there’s an edge to his voice now, defensive. “I’m right here. Everything’s fine.”

“Everything is not fine.” You stand up, needing the distance between you. “You’ve been working non-stop for weeks. You come home exhausted, barely speaking to me, and now you can’t even remember our anniversary?”

Wooyoung sighs, the sound heavy with exhaustion and frustration. “I’m doing this for us, you know that—”

“Stop,” you cut him off. “Stop saying that. I’m not asking you to quit your job, Wooyoung. I’m asking you to be present. To remember that I exist when you’re not at work.”

He looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a moment you see the man you fell in love with—the one who used to notice when you changed your hair, who used to call just to hear your voice. But then his expression hardens again.

“You don’t understand the pressure I’m under,” he says, his voice tight. “This isn’t just about me. It’s about our future.”

“Our future?” You let out a humourless laugh. “What fucking future? I barely see you anymore. When was the last time we had an actual conversation that wasn’t about how tired you are?”

“I’m trying to build something for us.”

“No, you’re building something for yourself and calling it ‘us’ to make yourself feel better.” The words spill out before you can stop them, raw and honest in a way that makes your chest ache. “I feel like you only love me when it’s convenient for you. When you have the time and energy.”

Wooyoung’s face darkens. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” You step closer, needing him to see, to understand. “When was the last time you asked how I was doing? When was the last time you noticed anything about my life that wasn’t directly related to yours?”

“I’m under a lot of stress right now, baby.”

“We’re all under stress, Wooyoung. That’s not an excuse to disappear on your girlfriend.”

The room falls silent. Wooyoung’s shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched. You can see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, the dark circles under his eyes that have been there for weeks. Part of you wants to reach out, to comfort him, but the hurt is too fresh, too deep.

“I’m doing my best,” he says finally, his voice quieter now. “I’m trying to balance everything.”

“Your best isn’t good enough.” The words hang in the air between you, sharp and painful. “Not when your best means I spend our anniversary wondering if you’re lying dead in a ditch somewhere because you couldn’t be bothered to send a text.”

Wooyoung flinches. “That’s not—”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like?” Your voice breaks. “To sit here, watching the clock, imagining all the worst possible scenarios because the man I love can’t remember I exist?”

“I do remember you exist,” he says, and there’s frustration in his voice now. “I think about you all the time. I’m doing all of this for you.”

“For me?” You laugh, the sound hollow. “This isn’t for me, Wooyoung. I never asked for any of this. I asked for you. Not this stressed-out stranger who comes home at midnight and falls asleep on the couch.”

He’s silent for a long moment, and you can see him struggling, the alcohol and exhaustion making it hard for him to find the right words. When he finally speaks, his voice is strained.

“Maybe this is the real me,” he says. “Maybe this is who I am now and you just don’t like what you see.”

The words hit you like a physical blow. You take a step back, your breath catching in your throat. You shake your head, denying the words that came out of his mouth.

“That’s not true,” you whisper.

“Isn’t it?” Wooyoung’s voice rises, matching your earlier statement, fuelled by frustration and alcohol. “Because it seems like nothing I do is ever good enough for you. I’m either working too much or not making enough money or not paying enough attention—”

“I’ve never said that.”

“You don’t have to say it. I can see it in your face every time I come home late. Every time I’m too tired to talk.” He runs his hand through his hair again, the gesture agitated. “Maybe you should just find someone who can give you what you want, since apparently I can’t.”

The silence that follows is absolute. You stare at him, unable to believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Wooyoung looks just as shocked as you feel, his eyes widening as he realizes what he’s said.

“Wait… shit no that’s not what I meant…” he starts, but you cut him off.

“You want me to leave?” Your voice is barely audible.

“No, I didn’t mean…“ Wooyoung takes a step toward you, but you back away. “I’m sorry, I’m drunk and exhausted and I didn’t—”

“You meant it,” you say. There’s no anger in your voice now, just a deep, bone-weary sadness. “Maybe not all of it, but part of it.”

He doesn’t deny it. The silence stretches between you, filled with everything that’s been left unsaid for weeks.

“I need to be alone,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hang between you, a barrier neither of you has the strength to cross. “I can’t do this right now.”

Wooyoung opens his mouth to respond, but you’re already moving, already turning away from the wreckage of your anniversary night. You don’t look back as you walk down the hallway to your bedroom—the bedroom that was supposed to be shared, not a place of retreat. The door clicks shut behind you with a finality that makes your chest ache.

In the darkness of your room, you press your back against the door and slide down until you’re sitting on the floor. Your shoulders shake with silent sobs you refuse to let him hear. The anniversary card you’d written him earlier sits on your nightstand, the words inside now feeling hollow and foolish.

Time passes. You don’t know how long you sit there, but eventually, you stand on trembling legs and change into your sleep clothes. The bed feels too big, too empty. You lie on your side, staring at the empty space where Wooyoung should be, and wait for sleep that doesn’t come. An hour passes. Maybe two. Your anger has cooled to a dull ache in your chest, but sleep still eludes you. Finally, you slip out of bed, needing water, needing to move.

The living room is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. And there he is—Wooyoung, slumped on the couch, still in his work clothes, one arm thrown over his eyes. Even in the dim light, you can see the tear tracks on his face, the dark stain on the cushion beneath his cheek.

Your heart constricts. Despite everything—despite the anger, despite the hurt—you still love him. You still care.

You move silently to the kitchen, filling a glass with water and grabbing the bottle of aspirin from the cabinet. Your movements are careful, deliberate, as you place them on the coffee table beside him. You don’t wake him. You don’t say a word.

Instead, you stand there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Even in sleep, his face is troubled, his brow furrowed. You want to smooth the lines away, to tell him everything will be okay. But you can’t. Not yet.

So you do the only thing you can. You take care of him, silently, the way you’ve always done. Because even when he forgets, even when he’s lost in his own world of stress and ambition, you remember. You remember the man you fell in love with, the one who’s still in there somewhere, buried under exhaustion and pressure.

You pull the throw blanket from the back of the couch and drape it carefully over him. Your fingers brush against his hair, just once, so lightly he doesn’t stir. Then you turn and walk away, back to the bedroom that feels emptier than it should. You climb into bed alone, the space beside you cold and untouched. You wonder if this is how relationships begin to break—not through lack of love, but through all the ways people fail to hold onto each other when life becomes too heavy. Sleep comes eventually, but it’s fitful, troubled by dreams of a future that feels increasingly uncertain.

══════════════════ Wooyoung wakes slowly to the dull throb of a splitting headache and a sharp ache running down his neck. The couch digs painfully into his back, one arm numb from the awkward angle he’d fallen asleep in. For a few disoriented seconds, he just stares at the ceiling, blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the apartment. Then last night hits him all at once. The argument. Your tears. The look on your face when he realized what day it was.

With a quiet groan, he pushes himself upright, rubbing a hand over his face. That’s when he notices the blanket draped carefully over him. The glass of water sitting on the coffee table beside two aspirin. His chest tightens. You took care of him anyway. Even after everything.

Wooyoung stares at the medicine for a long moment before letting out a weak, humourless laugh under his breath. “Fuck,” he mutters hoarsely, guilt crawling up his throat. 

He swallows the aspirin dry before forcing himself to stand, exhaustion still heavy in his limbs. The apartment is quiet as he makes his way toward the bedroom, each step slower than the last, like he’s afraid of what he’ll find on the other side of the door. He eases it open carefully. You’re asleep, curled toward his side of the bed even though it stayed empty all night. In the soft morning light, he notices the tear tracks dried against your cheeks immediately, and something inside him caves in at the sight. His own eyes still burn from last night, raw and swollen in a way he knows mirrors yours. For a moment, he just stands there in silence, looking at you. At the woman who still tucked a blanket around him after he forgot about your anniversary. After he hurt you. Wooyoung closes his eyes briefly, jaw tightening.

He closes the door to your shared bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen. He quietly reaches for his phone and silences the alarm for work before typing out a lengthy message to his boss with determined fingers. Nothing at work feels more important than this anymore.

He had to fix this.

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Your eyes open to the empty space beside you, the pillow still perfectly fluffed, untouched. Of course he’s already gone. The realization settles in your chest like a stone. You lie there for a moment, the events of last night crashing back with brutal clarity. The forgotten anniversary. The heartbreak that ensued. The fight. The words that can’t be unsaid. You press the heels of your hands against your eyes, forcing the tears to remain at bay.

Then you hear it—the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen.

Your heart stutters. You freeze, listening. There it is again—the unmistakable sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. The one that should be empty right now. Panic rises in your throat. He’s still here. Wooyoung is still here, and you have no idea what to say to him after everything that happened. After everything you both said.

You sit up slowly, your body heavy with emotional exhaustion. The floor is cold beneath your feet as you pad toward the bedroom door. Your hand hesitates on the doorknob. What will you see when you open it? Will he be packing his things? Will he be waiting to tell you it’s over?

The door creaks as you pull it open. The hallway seems longer than usual as you make your way toward the kitchen. With each step, your anxiety grows, a tight knot in your chest that makes it hard to breathe.

And then you see him.

Wooyoung stands at the counter, his back to you. He’s still wearing the same clothes from last night, rumpled and wrinkled. His hair is a mess, sticking up at odd angles. He moves slowly, methodically, as if each action requires immense concentration.

“Aren’t you going to work?” The words slip out before you can stop them, your voice hoarse from crying.

Wooyoung turns, and the sight of him makes your breath catch. His eyes are bloodshot, his face pale. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, like he’s been carrying the weight of your argument with him through the long night.

“I told them I wasn’t coming in today or for the rest of the week,” he says simply.

The words hang in the air between you. You stare at him, trying to process what this means. Wooyoung never calls in. He’s the type who goes to work with a fever of 102, who works through weekends and holidays without complaint.

“What? Why?” you ask, the question barely audible.

Wooyoung sets down the cup he’s been holding. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the glass tighter. “I already lost enough time with you yesterday. I’m not about to just leave you here alone, again.”

The simplicity of his words hits you like a physical blow. You lean against the doorframe, suddenly weak. The kitchen table is set—two plates, two mugs, the breakfast you used to make together on weekend mornings. The silence that follows is thick with everything left unsaid. You watch as he turns back to the counter, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. There’s a vulnerability in his posture you haven’t seen in months—the confident, ambitious man you’ve been watching slip away replaced by someone unsure, someone hurting.

“I’m sorry,” he says finally, still facing away from you. “For everything I said last night. For making you feel like you don’t matter to me.” He turns to face you, and the raw emotion in his eyes makes your chest ache. “You matter more than anything, and I’ve been acting like you don’t.” You want to go to him, to bridge the distance between you, but your feet feel rooted to the spot. “And the rest?” you ask. “What you said about me finding someone else?”

Wooyoung’s face crumples. “I didn’t mean any of that stupid shit. I was an idiot and said the most hurtful thing I could think of because I was angry at myself, not at you. What I said to you was inexcusable.” He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. “I was so terrified of failing you that I ended up failing you anyway.”

The truth of his words settles over you. You step into the kitchen, moving toward him slowly, giving him the chance to retreat if he wants to. He doesn’t. “I don’t want someone else,” you say quietly. “I want you. Not the version of you that’s so caught up in work he forgets we exist. That I exist.”

Wooyoung’s eyes filled with tears. “I’ve been so focused on building a future for us that I forgot to be present in our now.” He takes a step toward you. “I’m so sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away or ever but—God, I fucked up so bad.”

You look at the breakfast he’s prepared—eggs perfectly set, toast golden, the smell of coffee already doing something to the tension in your shoulders. He’s always been a better cook than you. You’d forgotten that, somehow, in the wreckage of last night.

“Come here,” you say softly.

He crosses the kitchen in three quick strides, and then his arms are around you, holding you so tightly it’s almost painful. You can feel him trembling, feel the way his heart hammers against your cheek. Your face tucks just under his chin, and you feel the warm wetness of tears landing soft in your hair.

“I love you,” he whispers, the words muffled against your hair. “I love you so much, and I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” You hold him just as tightly, your own tears spilling over. “I love you too,” you mumble against his chest. “Don’t shut me out like that again, You know I’m always here for you.”

Wooyoung pulls back, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His thumbs brush away your tears with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. “I know,” he says. “I’ll do better for you. For us. Today, tomorrow, and however long as it takes.”

He leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. “Can I show you something?” You nod. “I got you something,” he says. “I remembered that I had a whole elaborate plan to give this to you.” He exhales, something between a laugh and a sob. “Then I got the promotion news and I just—I let that take over everything. Your gift has been sitting in my bag for two weeks while I was out celebrating myself.” He shakes his head. “I made our anniversary about me. I’m such an idiot.” “Yeah, the biggest idiot of all time.” He lets out a small chuckle, a hint of guilt and sadness follow the hollow laugh. A flicker of something hopeful crosses his exhausted face. “Can I still give it to you?” You look up at him. “Of course.”

Wooyoung’s face lights up with a small, tentative smile. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room. You both sink into the couch where he spent the night, your shoulders touching. His work bag sits on the floor beside it. He reaches down and pulls out a small velvet box.

Your breath catches.

“It’s not what you think,” he says quickly, seeing your expression. “Not yet, anyway.” He opens the box to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, with a small charm hanging from it—a tiny compass.

“It’s so you always find your way back to me,” he explains, his voice soft. “Even when I’m being a complete dumbass.” You look from the bracelet to his face, seeing the hope and fear mingled in his eyes. This is what you fell in love with—not the ambitious, driven man who works too much, but this man who’s vulnerable enough to admit when he’s wrong, who’s brave enough to try to fix what he’s broken.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, holding out your wrist.

As Wooyoung fastens the bracelet with trembling fingers, you realize that healing won’t happen overnight. There will be more conversations, more difficult moments as you both learn to balance his career with your relationship. But as his hand finds yours, the bracelet cool against your skin, you know you’re willing to try.

Because some things are worth fighting for. Some people are worth the struggle. And this man—flawed and imperfect but trying, always trying—is one of them.

“I should have called,” he says finally, his voice quiet in the morning stillness. “I should have texted. I kept thinking about it, but then someone would pull me into another conversation, and I’d get distracted, and then...” He trails off, shaking his head. “That’s no excuse.”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, but there’s no anger in your voice now. Just bone-deep weariness.

Wooyoung’s shoulders slump. He looks smaller somehow, diminished by his own guilt. “I’ve been so focused on proving myself at work that I forgot to be present here. With you.” His eyes find yours, red-rimmed and sincere. “I’m drowning, and instead of asking for help, I’ve been pulling you under with me.”

Your chest tightens at his words. You’ve been so wrapped up in your own hurt that you haven’t fully considered his perspective. “Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling?” you ask softly.

He lets out a shaky breath. “Because I was supposed to be the strong one. The one who had it all figured out.” His voice cracks. “I didn’t want you to see how overwhelmed I was. How scared I am that I won’t be enough.”

The admission hangs in the air between you. You reach for his hand, your fingers hesitantly brushing against his. He turns his palm up, letting you take it.

“I’m sorry too,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “For being so accusatory last night. For making you doubt that your best wasn’t enough. And for dismissing the fact that you work so immensely hard to provide for us.”

Wooyoung looks up, surprise evident in his eyes.

“I was angry,” you continue, “but I was also terrified. Every time you came home late without calling, I imagined the worst. And then I’d feel so stupid when you finally texted, like I was being dramatic or clingy.”

“You’re not,” he says firmly. “You were right to be worried. I’ve been a completely inconsiderate asshole.”

You squeeze his hand. “And I said things I didn’t mean. About you not loving me.” The words are hard to say, hard to admit. “I know that’s not true. I just... I missed you. I missed us.”

A tear slips down Wooyoung’s cheek. “I’ve missed us too,” he admits. “I’ve been so caught up in work that I forgot how to be a person. How to be your person.”

You shift closer to him on the couch, the gap between you narrowing. Your free hand reaches up to brush away his tear, your touch tentative, questioning. He leans into it, his eyes closing briefly.

“I’m going to do better,” he promises. “I’ve already talked to my boss about setting better boundaries. About leaving work at a reasonable hour, about not checking emails at home.” He opens his eyes, looking at you with such intensity it makes your breath catch. “You deserve more than the scraps of time and attention I’ve been giving you.”

“What if you can’t?” you ask, voicing the fear that’s been haunting you. “What if work pulls you back in?”

Wooyoung’s expression turns determined. “Then I’ll walk away. Find something else. Because nothing is worth losing you over.” He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Nothing.”

Your vision blurs with fresh tears. “I don’t want you to give up your career for me.”

“I’m not,” he assures you. “I’m choosing our relationship. Choosing you. The career is just a job. I can be replaced at any given moment but you? You’re my whole life. You’re irreplaceable.”

The words wash over you, healing some of the hurt that’s been festering. You move closer still, until your knees are touching, until you can feel the warmth of him beside you.

“I love you,” you say simply. “Even when you’re being an idiot and forgetting our anniversary.”

A watery laugh escapes him. “I love you too. I’m your idiot, though.”

Your hand finds its way to his face, cupping his cheek. His stubble is rough against your palm, grounding you in this moment. He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice raw with emotion.

You nod, unable to form words around the lump in your throat.

Wooyoung leans forward slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want to. You don’t. When his lips meet yours, it’s like coming home after a long journey. There’s relief in the touch, and longing, and a deep, abiding affection that transcends the hurt of the past weeks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your lips. “I’m so sorry.”

His kisses move to your cheek, to the corner of your eye where tears still linger. “I’ll do better,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

You tilt your head, giving him access to your neck, where he presses soft, apologetic kisses. “I know you will,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in his hair. 

Wooyoung pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he says. “But I’m going to spend every day trying to be worthy of you.”

You shake your head. “You already are. You just got lost for a while.”

He pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear. His hand strokes your hair, gentle and soothing.

“I was so scared,” you admit, the words muffled against his shirt. “That we were falling apart, and I didn’t know how to stop it.”

His arms tighten around you. “We’re not falling apart,” he promises. “We’re just... learning how to be together in a new way. With new challenges.”

You look up at him, seeing the determination in his eyes. “Together,” you repeat. “That’s the important part.”

Wooyoung nods, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Together. Always.”

The breakfast he made sits forgotten on the table, growing cold. But you don’t mind. There will be other breakfasts, other mornings. Right now, all that matters is this—the two of you, holding onto each other, finding your way back to what matters most.

“I think,” Wooyoung says after a while, his voice soft with sleepiness and emotion, “that since i took a few days off we could spend more time together. Just us. No work, no distractions.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You? Taking time off? Who are you and what have you done with my workaholic boyfriend?”

He laughs, the sound warming you from the inside out. “I’ve been replaced by someone with better priorities.” His expression turns serious. “I mean it, though. We need this. I need this. To remember that I have a lot of making up to do.”

The idea is tempting. “And how would you do that, hm?”

“I could think of one way right now,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, intimate timbre that sends a shiver down your spine.

Before you can respond, Wooyoung stands and scoops you into his arms, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his exhaustion. You gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you toward your bedroom—your shared bedroom that’s been missing his presence for far too long.

“Wooyoung,” you breathe, your heart racing as he pushes the door open with his foot. “Put me down! I could’ve walked to the bedroom too, idiot.”

“Sorry princess. I couldn't help myself,” he says, his eyes dark with desire as he lays you gently on the bed.

He climbs onto the bed beside you, his weight making the mattress dip. For a moment, he just looks at you, his expression a mixture of reverence and hunger that makes your breath catch.

“Missed you,” he whispers, his hand coming up to trace the line of your jaw. “So much.”

You reach for him, pulling him down into a kiss that’s deeper than before, more urgent. His lips move against yours with a desperation that speaks volumes about the distance that’s grown between you. You can taste the salt of dried tears on his skin, feel the slight tremble in his hands as they slide down to your waist.

You fist your hands in the crisp fabric of his shirt. The buttons press sharp and insistent against your chest, and you tug at them, desperate, fumbling until the first one gives. He groans, shifting so he can help, pulling away just enough to make quick work of the rest. The shirt falls open, exposing him to the morning light, the edges of his collarbone flushed and vulnerable.

Your breath hitches—you’d forgotten, somehow, how beautiful he is like this. His body is lean but not slight, muscle hugging bone and sinew in all the right places. You drag your hand along the inside of his forearm, tracing the thick black lines of the rose inked from his wrist to the curve before his elbow. You glide over the leaves and thorns, half-expecting the tattoo to prickle beneath your touch. He shudders, eyes hooded, drinking in the sight of you devouring him.

You slide your palm up, across his biceps, his shoulder—mapping every inch, reacquainting yourself with the geography of him. His chest heaves, the faint dusting of hair there rising as you scrape your nails down to his abs. You can’t help but smile a little at how his stomach tenses, how he jerks when you reach the sensitive dip above his hips. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle in apology and in thanks. He’s trembling with wanting, with relief, and you want to swallow it whole.

You pull him closer, reaching up to slide the shirt off his shoulders. It pools at his elbows, then falls away, leaving him naked from the waist up. He presses you into the mattress, his lips everywhere at once—your jaw, your neck, the hollow at your collarbone. His hands are greedy, slipping under your shirt, seeking skin, worshipping you as if you’re the only thing in the world that makes sense.

Wooyoung’s fingers curl into the soft cotton of your sleep shirt as though he’s gathering every ounce of courage in his body to peel away not only the fabric but the distance he’s put between you. The morning light filters through gauzy curtains, illuminating the swirl of dust motes in the air and casting a gentle glow over your skin. He pauses, breath catching as he drinks you in—every freckle on your shoulder, every rise and fall of your chest—before tugging the shirt up and over your head in one smooth, practiced motion. The cool air of the room grazes your bare skin, sending a shiver through you as the light catches the gentle pebbling of your nipples and the subtle flex of your stomach muscles.

He chases away the chill, warm palms gliding up your sides, fingertips tracing the lines of your ribs, thumbs circling the soft shadows beneath your breasts as if to reassure himself that you are real—solid and here. “W-Wooyoung,” you breathe out, barely more than a tremor in the air, but it hits him like a bullet: his gaze snaps up, blown wide and hungry, jaw tensing so hard you can see the cords in his neck stand out. “Hmm?” He sounds dazed, already gone for you. He searches your face for a clue, a hint of what you want, even as his hands keep moving—roaming your waist, palming the flare of your hips, stroking reverent up and down your spine. You shudder, skin prickling everywhere he touches. Then, with a slow, deliberate shift, you arch your back and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear—your last layer—and drag them down, inch by inch, teasing yourself as much as him. You kick them off, letting them flutter to the floor, and stretch out on your stomach, arms reaching above your head, pressing your cheek into the pillow. You tilt your hips up, highlighting the bare swell of your ass, lush and expectant, every inch of you primed for him. The effect is instantaneous. He groans, low and feral in the back of his throat, his cock straining visibly against the thin grey of his sweats.

“What are you doing, baby?” he chokes, voice ragged, eyes glued to the sight of you so shamelessly presenting for him. 

You glance back lazily over your shoulder, lips parted, smile hazy and filthy. “Lay on top of me.” Your voice drips with need, teasing, coaxing, as your ass shifts again, the jiggle intentional, sinful.

His adam's apple bobs, eyes glued to the way you’re presenting yourself to him, pussy glistening and waiting. He sits frozen for a second, maybe trying to get his breath back, maybe just marvelling at how good you look, spread out and waiting.

“Bet."

Then he’s on you, crawling up the bed with a focused intent that sends another thrill through you. “Up,” he murmurs, tapping your hip. You lift obediently and he slides a pillow beneath you, angling your hips up off the mattress before he kneels behind you, pushes your thighs apart with strong hands, trapping your legs beneath his as he blankets your body. His heat, heavy and suffocating in the best way, seeps into your skin. Your cheek sinks into the sheets; you can smell your own slick in the air, feel the pulse of anticipation between your thighs. He leans in, lips skimming up your spine, worshipping every vertebrae, every goosebump and dimple, before he settles his weight against your back, pinning you down and making you feel tiny beneath him. You can’t help it: you reach back, grab at the waistband of his slacks, desperate to feel more of him. Your fingers brush the rigid outline of his cock and he shudders, hips jerking, the tip already wetting a dark stain into the fabric. He lets you tug down his pants, lifting his hips just enough to help you get them over his ass, down his thighs, clumsy and urgent. As soon as they’re off, he kicks them away, a brief chill racing up your legs before he covers you again, hotter and needier than before. You’re both trembling—maybe from nerves, maybe from how badly you need each other. 

“Please,” he moans, the word nearly a whimper, as you wrap your hand around the bulge beneath his boxers, feeling him throb in your grip. He’s so hard it almost hurts, and when you pull the waistband down and finally set him free, he gasps, forehead dropping onto your shoulder. His cock springs out, thick and flushed, the head angry red and already leaking.

“Jesus,” you hear yourself say, voice thick with awe. “Someone’s a little eager.” He laughs, shaky, like he’ll fall apart if he doesn’t.

“You have no fucking idea.”

His hand traces your thigh, kneading your flesh, fingers digging in with just enough pressure to bruise. You feel how much he needs you in every trembling touch. He cups your ass, squeezing and spreading, and then lets his hand drift lower, fingers ghosting along your slit. You’re soaked—embarrassingly so—and he groans when he feels it, slicking his fingers through you, teasing your entrance with featherlight touches. Your hips buck back, desperate for more, but he holds you firmly in place, taking his time, savoring the way you writhe under him.

“Are you gonna make me beg?” you pant, rutting against his hand.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, voice thick and broken. “I want to hear you say you need me.”

“You already know I do.” 

“Say it anyway.” His tongue flicks your earlobe, his words vibrating in your chest. “I need you, Wooyoung. Please.” The words tumble out, more desperate than you mean them to, but you don’t care. You want him—need him—so bad it’s physically painful. He lines himself up at your entrance, the heat of his cock a brand against your skin. But he doesn’t push in—not yet. He grinds the tip against your folds, smearing his precum through your wetness, teasing you with shallow thrusts that never quite give you what you want. You sob into the pillow, body arching, entirely at his mercy. “God, look at you,” he whispers. “You’re so perfect. Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” “Yes you do.” The words are a gasp, but you mean them. Even after everything, you want to give him this. You want to give him everything. He’s shaking, whole body vibrating with the effort of holding back, not just rutting into you like an animal. “Is this okay?” he asks, voice so weighted with emotion it almost makes you cry. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.” “I want you,” you say, “I always want you. I want you right now, more than anything.” He lets out a choked breath, as if you’ve released him from a terrible spell. “Fuck, yes.” He buries his face in the curve of your neck, breath hot and ragged. You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance, stretching you slowly, inch by inch as he slides in. The stretch is sweet, burning, perfect. You moan, the sound loud and raw, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom. He fills you up, deeper than you remember, and it feels like coming home after a long, cold exile. You clench around him, savouring the drag, the friction, the pulse of his heartbeat through the thickness of his cock. He starts to move, slow at first, drawing out each withdrawal and thrust so you feel every centimetre, every ridge and vein. His hands on your waist are trembling, sometimes gripping too hard and then letting go, as if he’s afraid to hurt you, afraid to let go of this moment. You arch your back, pushing yourself up into him, greedy for more. “Harder,” you urge. “Fuck me harder."

He whimpers, hips stuttering, and then sets a punishing pace, hips snapping forward to drive into you with every ounce of pent up longing he’s been carrying. The mattress creaks, the headboard smacks the wall. He’s so big, so deep, so desperate, and you love it.

“Don’t… fuck– say that shit,” he whines, his voice cracking. “Y’feel so good, so fucking tight.”

You arch back, meeting his thrusts, loving the way he loses control. His need for you is unfiltered, all-consuming, and you drink it like oxygen. He sets a rhythm, fast and merciless, hips slamming into you so hard it feels like a punishment, but you crave it, need it, want him to fuck you so hard you forget the argument and only memorise the feeling of him inside you. The slapping sound of skin on skin is obscene, even over the creaking of the bed and your shared moans, but you don’t care, don’t care if the whole apartment building hears you. Wooyoung is not gentle, not now; he’s desperate, driven by weeks of withheld affection, of loneliness and longing. He covers you, bites your shoulder, fucks you like it’s the last time, every thrust a plea for forgiveness and a pledge of eternity.

He leans more of his weight into you, his hand snaking around to your front, fingers seeking your clit. The first touch is electric—you jerk, stars bursting behind your eyes. He circles your clit with the pad of his finger, fast and hard, no finesse, just pure need to make you cum.

In a cruel twist of fate, his hips slow suddenly—the rhythm of his hips bullying yours breaking. You whimper at the loss, your body clenching around him, so desperate for more. But he pulls out completely, leaving you empty, aching.

“Look at me,” he demands, voice rough with need.

You crane your neck back over your shoulder, cheek still pressed into the sheets, and find him watching you with that dark intensity that makes your breath catch. His cock glistens with your combined wetness, the head swollen and flushed as he drags it slowly up and down your entrance, the angle making you feel every torturous inch of the tease—just enough pressure to feel but not enough to satisfy.

“Please,” you gasp, hips tipping higher. His lips curl into a wicked smile from somewhere above and behind you. “Not yet.” He circles your clit with his slick tip before sliding back down. Your thighs tremble against the pillow he placed under your hips. “Spit,” he commands, reaching his palm around to your mouth.

You obey without hesitation, gathering saliva that he uses to coat himself again, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. He returns to his maddening teasing, the new slickness making his cock glide effortlessly against your swollen flesh.

“Good fucking girl,” he groans, the words punched out between ragged breaths. “Look at you—taking everything I give you.” You’re beyond words now, reduced to desperate sounds as he continues his exquisite torture. When you can’t stand it anymore, you reach behind your body, guiding him back to where you need him most. He lets you, but only for a moment. With a growl that vibrates through your chest, he pushes your hand away and positions himself again, his eyes locked on to the way your body is so responsive to his. Then he leans down, lips pressing soft and slow into your shoulder, and you feel his breath warm against the curve of your neck “Princess” he whispers, voice cracking open at the edges, his cock still dragging slowly and torturous against your entrance. “You can forgive me right? Shit…You can forgive your Wooyo right?” “Yes,” you gasp, hips rolling back into him helplessly. “Yes, yess—fuck, I f-forgive you… Wooyoung, I need you so bad, please!" Something breaks in his expression—all restraint shattering. He thrusts forward in one powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt with a sound that borders on a sob, hands clutching your hips—his grip bruising but full of desperate love. “God, you feel so good,” he croaks. “I missed this. I missed you. I missed you so fucking much.”

The force of it knocks the wind out of you, the fullness so shocking you can only moan, the sound muffled by the pillow but loud enough for him to hear—maybe for the neighbours to hear too. He doesn’t care. Neither do you. The words degenerate into a string of curses and pleas, all dignity and composure long abandoned. You’re reduced to this: the shudder of your hips, the filthy slickness on your thighs, the way you beg for him with every inch of your body.

He’s lost to it now, rutting into you with a violence born of weeks—months—of wanting, of regret, of all the shit he’s made you both suffer through in his absence. Every motion is a contradiction, a punishment and an apology, as he fucks you harder than he ever has, hips snapping so fast you barely have time to catch your breath between thrusts. His hands are everywhere—gripping your hips, yanking you back onto him, fisting in your hair, ghosting along your ribs and then down to your clit. His fingers rub you with the same desperate rhythm as his cock, no finesse, just pure, animal drive to make you cum first, to make you remember what you are together.

He doesn’t say a word at first, just grunts and breathes your name into your hair like a prayer. But when you look back at him, head turned over your shoulder, you see his face twisted in something rawer than lust. Love. His eyes are wet. He thrusts in, deeper, grinding the head of his cock against the spot inside you that makes your vision white out at the edges.

“God, I missed you,” he whines, the words hitching on the upstroke. “I missed you, princess, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry—” He laces his apology into every movement, every thrust, trying to convince you with the force of his body how much he means it. “No one else can have you, fuck, never anyone else, not ever, you hear me?” His hips stutter, losing rhythm, and you know he’s close, so close, but he won’t let himself finish until you do.

He snakes his hand around your throat, the gentlest squeeze, just enough to remind you who’s in control. The pressure is perfect; you arch into it, into him, hips rocking back greedily to milk every inch of his cock. He bends over you, mouth against your ear, breath hot and frantic: “Cum for me, princess. Wanna feel you cum all over me.” And you do, splintering apart around him, pleasure ripping through you so hard it borders on pain. You scream, you swear, you claw at the sheets, and he fucks you through it, pace relentless, never slowing, never breaking.

He’s shaking above you, groaning your name, his hand still tangled in your hair as he thrusts a few more desperate times and then comes, deep inside you, with a guttural wail. The heat of his release is almost shocking, the way he fills you leaving no doubt that he’s yours, utterly and absolutely. He stays pressed to you, sweat-slicked and trembling, for long, silent seconds, his cock twitching with aftershocks, his breath turning softer, steadier. You can feel his heart thumping against your back, the wild rhythm slowly synchronizing with yours.

He never lets you go, not even as he softens inside you. He just wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. You can’t move, can barely breathe, but the only thing you want is to stay like this forever—his weight, his warmth, his love, every bit of him pressed into you until you forget where you end and he begins. He’s the apology and the forgiveness, the punishment and the reward, and you take every last bit of him, all over again, until neither of you has anything left to give.

You’re both gasping, boneless, ruined, but it’s the best kind of ruined—like you’ve been put back together again, better than you were before. He kisses your neck, soft now, lazy, like he can’t help himself, and when he finally pulls out, both of you whimper at the loss.

You shift, rolling onto your side, facing him. His face is damp—sweat, tears, who even knows—but his eyes are clear and bright as he looks at you. He traces your jaw with a shaking finger. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, voice hoarse, “and I’m never letting you go, you got that?”

You laugh, delirious, and pull him close, your lips finding his in a kiss that’s slow and deep, the kind that says I forgive you, I want you, I’ll never be done with you. He sighs into it, like he’s waited a lifetime for this, like he’s never tasted anything sweeter.

And then his hand is between your legs again, gentle now, and you realize he’s not done with you yet. Not even close.

But you weren’t done with him either. “Wait,” you mumble against his lips, pulling back just enough to see his eyes. “Let me watch you.”

Wooyoung’s brow furrows, a question forming in his gaze. You slide your hand down his chest, over the damp skin, until your fingers wrap around his still-sensitive cock. He hisses, body tensing at your touch.

“Wanna see you touch yourself,” you clarify, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Understanding dawns across his face, followed by a slow, wicked smile that makes your stomach flip. “Yeah?” he asks, already shifting position. “You want to watch me jerk off, baby? Naughty girl.”

You nod, your own hand moving between your legs as you settle back against the pillows. Wooyoung sits up, kneeling between your spread thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he wraps his hand around his length. He’s already hardening again, his cock responding eagerly to your gaze. You watch, transfixed, as his fingers begin to move, a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip that makes his breath catch.

“Fuck,” he groans, his head falling back slightly. “Play with yourself too, princess.”

You’re touching yourself now, circling your clit with teasing pressure, your other hand squeezing your breast. The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching you is intoxicating—his muscles flexing, his lips parted, his eyes dark with desire.

“Show me…shit," you urge, your voice barely audible. “Show me what you think about when I’m not around to suck you dry.”

He moans, his pace quickening. “I’m always thinking about you, ” he admits, his voice rough. “About your pretty mouth, your perfect tits, the way you feel when I’m inside you.” His hand moves faster now, his breathing growing ragged. “I think about making you cum—fuck, l-love thinking about watching you fall apart because of me.”

Your fingers move faster, matching his rhythm, the sight of him pleasuring himself pushing you closer to the edge. The room fills with the wet sounds of your mutual pleasure, your soft gasps mingling with his deeper groans.

“I’m c–close,” you pant, your hips rising off the bed. “Baby, I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too,” he gasps, his hand moving furiously over his cock. “God, the way you’re touching yourself—fuck, I can’t—"

“So fucking good… haah—” you whimper. “Cum with me.”

His eyes lock with yours, and you see the same desperation, the same need reflected back at you. Your fingers move faster, your thumb circling your clit with just the right pressure as you watch his hand fly over his length, his body tense with impending release.

“Wooyoung,” you cry out as the first wave hits you, your body arching off the bed.

“Oh god, yes you’re so hot fuuuck,” he groans, his release spurting hot across your stomach as he watches you come undone.

You’re both panting, chests heaving as sweat trickles down your bodies and Wooyoung’s cum glistens wet and hot across your stomach—but even as you come down, the air between you only grows thicker. His eyes linger on your face, hungry and soft all at once, and you know before he says a word that he isn’t finished with you yet. He swipes his thumb through his mess, smearing it across your skin, and then lifts his hand to your lips. “Open,” he murmurs, voice already roughening around the edges, and you open obediently, tongue laving over his skin, savouring the salt and the faint sweetness of him.

He watches you, transfixed, and then the hunger snaps back into focus. With a sudden, fluid motion, he grabs you by the hips and guides you onto your back, landing you with a gasp and a bounce that sends aftershocks through your spent body. For a second you just lie there, limp and loose-limbed, but Wooyoung is on you before you have time to recover—his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and desperate, greedy possession. He devours you, biting your lower lip so hard you nearly yelp, but then he’s soothing the sting with a velvet-soft lick, fingers already roaming, cupping your jaw, winding into your hair, squeezing the back of your neck until you’re gasping into his mouth.

“Last one baby,” he rasps, voice vibrating right against your teeth. “Need to breed your pretty pussy one last time.” He’s already sliding down your body, trailing open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skin—your throat, your collarbones, the peak of your tits. He bites down gently on your nipple, then flicks it with his tongue, the sensation sharp and electric and so fucking precise. He lavishes both breasts with attention, sucking bruises in places only he will see, then lets his tongue trace a hot, wet path down your torso.

He stops at your belly, swiping a finger through the sticky mess on your skin. “Look at you,” he says, voice thick with pride and awe, and you feel your cheeks flame even as you spread your legs wider for him. He dips his head, lapping at where his cum has pooled in your navel, and you shiver at the lewdness of it, the way he worships every part of you. When his mouth finally moves lower, you’re already shaking with anticipation, your core clenching tight, desperate for more even though you should be wrung out.

He dives between your thighs, licks a stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, and you nearly come off the bed from the shock of it. He laughs, low and dark, and buries his face in your cunt, eating you like a man starved. His tongue is everywhere. Circling your clit, plunging inside you, mixing slick and spit and the faint metallic taste of his own release. You fist your hands in his hair, grinding your hips against his mouth, shameless in the way you beg, “More, more... please, fuck, don’t stop—” and he doesn’t.

He works you with ruthless precision, two fingers thrusting deep while his tongue flicks rapid-fire at your clit. You feel the pressure build, so much faster than before, your legs trembling, your thighs clamping tight around his head. He holds you open, arms braced under your knees, keeping you spread and helpless as he brings you right to the brink and then eases off, just enough to drive you insane. He does it again, and again, pulling you apart, making you plead for it.

“Woo—” you whimper, your voice thin and shaky. “Please, please—”

He lifts his head, lips glistening, and you see the wild satisfaction in his eyes. “You’re so fucking pretty when you beg,” he says, and the praise sends another rush of heat through your veins.

“Please,” you say again, and this time he relents, sucking your clit into his mouth and moaning around it. The vibration hits you like a lightning strike and you come hard, arching your back, crying out his name so loud you know it will echo in your ears for days. He keeps going, licking you through it, not stopping until you’re sobbing with oversensitivity and shoving at his head to make it end.

He crawls up your body, cock already hard again as he rubs it against your thigh, your stomach, the sticky aftermath on your skin. He lines himself up at your entrance, and you’re so wet, so open for him, that he slides in with barely any resistance. The stretch still hurts—just a little—and he winces with you, kissing your cheek, your ear, whispering, “Shh, you can take it. You’re so good for me.”

You rake your nails down his back, desperate to pull him deeper, and he obliges, ramming into you with a force that makes the whole bed frame rattle. This time, he doesn’t pace himself—he fucks you with abandon, every thrust a fierce apology, a vow, a plea for forgiveness. “Pretty cunt was made for me, wasn't it baby?" he growls, the words muffled against your skin, and you believe him, every time.

He shifts your legs, bends you almost in half putting you into a mean mating press, and the new angle has him thrusting right against your g-spot. You claw helplessly at his arms, nails digging crescent moons into his biceps, and he just grins, sweat beading at his hairline, loving every second of your unravelling.

"'M not going to last... I'm g'na cum holy fuck Wooyoung," you moan out, feeling yourself edging closer to your own climax.

You feel him getting close—his rhythm falters, his hips jerk, his breath comes in ragged gasps. He slides a hand between your bodies, thumb circling your clit, determined to take you with him. “Oh fuck—Cum f’me princess, make me proud.” And you do, the orgasm ripping through you so violently that black spots dance at the edge of your vision. You scream, you sob, you babble his name like a prayer, and he follows, spilling inside you with a strangled cry. He shoves in deep, holds you there, and then collapses, pinning you to the mattress with the full weight of his body.

You lie like that for a long, breathless moment, your bodies trembling and tangled, sweat sticking you together, his cock still throbbing inside you as he pants in your ear. For a second you think he’s fallen asleep, but then he props himself up on one elbow and looks down at you, eyes shining, lips parted as if he might start crying all over again.

He rolls you onto your side, still joined, and wraps an arm around your waist, spooning you so tight you can barely move. You reach back and stroke his hair, feeling the way his whole body melts into your touch—the tension draining from his muscles, the way his breath evens out. The world feels impossibly far away, like it’s just the two of you floating in a bed-shaped universe, nothing but heartbeats and skin and the mess you’ve made of each other.

The room falls quiet, your breathing gradually slowing in tandem. Wooyoung’s arm tightens around you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. “Don’t move,” he whispers, his voice hoarse from use. “I’ll be right back.”

He pulls out gently, and you whimper at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. But he’s already sliding from the bed, his naked body glistening with sweat as he pads to the bathroom. You hear water running, and then he returns with a warm washcloth in his hand.

“Let's get you cleaned up yeah?” he says, his eyes soft as he kneels beside you.

His touch is reverent as he cleans between your thighs, wiping away the evidence of your passion with gentle, circular motions. The warm cloth feels heavenly against your sensitive skin, and you sigh, your body relaxing into his care.

“Better?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, too blissed-out to form words. He disappears again, returning with a glass of water that he holds to your lips. You drink greedily, not realizing how parched you were until the cool liquid slides down your throat.

“More?” he asks, and you shake your head.

Wooyoung sets the glass aside and moves to his dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer. He rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a faded blue t-shirt that you recognize immediately. It’s one of his oldest, the fabric soft from countless washes, the university logo barely visible anymore.

“Arms up,” he murmurs, and you comply, letting him slip the oversized shirt over your head. It falls to mid-thigh, enveloping you in his scent—that familiar mix of his cologne and something uniquely him that makes your chest ache with tenderness. He adjusts the collar, his fingers lingering at your neck, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his eyes warm as they take you in.

You watch as he pulls on a pair of boxers and a simple white t-shirt, his movements languid, unhurried. There’s something intimate about watching him dress—the way his muscles flex beneath his skin, the casual grace of his movements. He catches you looking and says nothing, just gives you a small, tired smile before he climbs back into bed, pulling you against him. His fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on your arm, up and down, the touch so light it makes you shiver.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your hair. “I hope you know that I adore you so much.”

You turn in his arms to face him, finding his eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. There’s something raw and vulnerable in his gaze that makes your heart ache.

“I know,” you say, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead. “I love you too.”

He catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “I’m going to do better. I promise.”

“I believe you, I know you will,” you whisper, and you do.

He pulls you closer, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. The bracelet he gave you catches the light, the tiny compass charm glinting. He brings your wrist up to his lips and places a kiss on the charm, a silent reminder for you that’ll he’ll always be your north. No matter where you are, he’ll always be there for you.

“I’ve got you,” he coos, his voice dropping to that impossibly soft register he only uses in these moments. “I’m here, I'm not going anywhere.”

You hum in acknowledgment, too far gone for words. He softly chuckles at your sleepiness. His hand resumes its journey down your spine, each vertebra a landmark he maps with infinite patience. Another yawn overtakes you, your eyes watering at the corners. Wooyoung brushes away the tears with his thumb, his touch reverent.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispers. “My whole heart.”

A melody begins to form beneath his breath—something soft and wordless that you recognize from nights when sleep wouldn’t come, when anxiety gripped your throat. His chest vibrates with the sound, a lullaby composed of nothing but his love for you. Your consciousness begins to drift, the edges of your thoughts blurring like watercolours on wet paper. The scent of him—clean sweat and that cologne he’s worn since the day you met—wraps around you like a second blanket.

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing your temple. “Happy anniversary, my love. I promise to make every one from now on better than the last.”

The words follow you down into darkness, a tether to the world you’re leaving behind. The future for the both of you still holds challenges—his career won’t become less demanding overnight, and you’ll both need to work to maintain the balance you’re rebuilding. But as Wooyoung’s arms tighten around you, as you feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, you know you’ll face those challenges together. Because love isn’t about never making mistakes. It’s about having the courage to admit when you’re wrong, and the strength to keep trying, even when it’s hard. And as the morning light spills across the tangled sheets and your intertwined bodies, you know that’s exactly what you have—not a perfect love, but a real one.

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The Lost Prince | (wooyoung smut)

pairing: Prince!Wooyoung x Librarian!Reader

summary: A prince locked away in a tower checks out a book about sex from a pretty librarian.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: loss of virginity, unprotected sex

Once upon a time, a king and queen locked their sole heir away in a tower hidden deep in the forrest. Always under the watchful eye of enemies, they decided this would be the only way to guarantee his safety and the future of their kingdom.

His one solace came in the form of a librarian who visits to deliver books to him.

You arrive at the tower with your hood covering your head. It was raining hard, so you clutched the books tightly to your chest to protect them. You don't have to wait for long because Wooyoung is quick to let you in.

"Y/n! Were you waiting long for me?" He asks while digging through his linens to fetch a towel for you.

"No, not at all." You smile softly and sit in front of his fireplace, letting the warm glow dance on your skin. "I was rushing to arrive before the rain, I didn't even have a chance to see the book you requested." Carefully taking it out from beneath your cloak, you look at it.

The cover is worn and dull. No doubt faded from age. The spine lacked a title as well. What could this possibly be? Flipping it open you're finally greeted with the title: The Art of Love.

Confused, you skim the pages but what you see shocks you. The pages are covered in vivid illustrations of sex, countless positions and detailed descriptions of each one. Your gaze lingers on a particular page comparing various sizes of penises when Wooyoung snatches the book right out of your hands.

"My lord, is this the correct book? Why would you want to see such things?" Wooyoung blushes brightly and avoids your gaze. Being locked in this tower alone for so long, he had grown curious and frustrated over matters of the flesh, but he couldn't admit that to you.

"Just because I'm locked away in here doesn't mean I shouldn't know about these things. It's simply for educational purposes." He defends.

You figured Wooyoung was a virgin, his innocent nature and lack of freedom made it obvious, but you never would've imagined him actively seeking it out himself.

"Of course. I apologize for questioning your intentions my lord." Wooyoung beams smugly, proud that you believed his embarrassing half-truth. In reality, yes he did want to be more knowledgable, but he was mostly just curious and horny. He tucks the book under his bed for later and tries to change the subject before you can pry more.

He grabs the same towel from before and sits behind you, gently brushing your hair off your shoulder and removing your cloak. "Let me help you dry since it's my fault anyway." You nod and allow him too, desperately trying to ignore the new light you see him in.

Before, he was your friend. A naive prince with a good heart. But now, as his fingers gently brush against your neck, he was nothing but a man. A man with undeniably handsome, sharp features and beautiful, but strong, elegant hands. Shifting to sit in front of you, he continues to gently pat the towel across your body, accidentally brushing the back of his hand against your pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of your wet shirt.

You can't hold back the soft moan that slips from your lips. Wooyoung's eyes light up with curiosity. "What was that? And how can I make you do it again?" Wooyoung asks, waiting for your permission. "Do you really want to do this with me my lord?"

"I want it more than any throne or crown jewel." His voice is firm and earnest, but his hands shake from nervousness. "But call me Wooyoung, I want to hear my name on your lips as I please you."

You place Wooyoung's hands back onto your blouse and he slowly unbuttons it. His eyes are glued to your chest and delicate curves as he brushes his thumbs against your bare nipples. Your sounds motivate him more, and make him harder than ever.

He pushes you down onto the rug in front of the fireplace, stripping himself down in the process. You reach out to palm his cock. It's far bigger than your hand, and velvety to the touch. Wooyoung groans, his voice deep and hoarse. Lowering your hand, you caress his balls. "Y/n, not fair... You've done this before, it's my turn." He says in between moans.

You laugh at him and he blushes. "Laugh now because you won't be able to when I'm fucking you so hard you're gasping for air." Suddenly, he pounces on you and attacks your lips in deep, hungry kisses. He explores your mouth with his tongue, licking and devouring you in anyway he can.

Meanwhile, he carefully rolls his hips against your core, not putting it in, just letting his shaft rub against your folds. "Y/n, this feels so good... too good..." You put your legs over his shoulders to give him a better angle. "You're doing so good Wooyoung. Relax, just let go and do what feels good." The praise goes straight to his cock, beads of precum dripping out of him.

Finally, his tip parts your folds, entering it slowly. Wooyoung's body shakes as he places his hands on your shoulders to stabilize himself. When he bottoms out, he waits a few seconds for you to adjust. Once you tell him you're ready, he starts wildly thrusting into you. Wooyoung can't help succumbing to his primal urges, chasing the pleasure you give him.

Your moans are the sweetest tune to his ears, and he'll never be able to forget the lust filled look on your face. The sound of his name flows off your lips like a wild river. His thrusts are clumsy and his hair sticks to his forehead with sweat. Part of Wooyoung is wondering if he's doing it right, but that thought quickly goes away when you start pulling his hair.

It's easy for Wooyoung to come with how hard you're milking him. His orgasm hits him hard and fast, he can't help but spray all over your stomach and breasts. He breathes heavily, looking completely blissful. "Can we do this every day?" He asks cutely.

It was in that moment you realized that you've never seen the future leader of your kingdom look so beautiful.

"Of course your majesty."

[stxrrywoo]

THE OFF LIMITS RULE ── j.wy

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synopsis ; coming back from studying abroad for two years you had two goals in mind: win the annual end-of-summer fashion design contest and jung wooyoung... your brothers best friend. only issue? your brother had forbidden you from his friends and likewise has forbidden his friends from you. yet when yeosang gets the opportunity to study abroad you start to see an opportunity to finally make your move, so you take it. I mean.... what's the worst that could happen?

pairing(s) ; wooyoung x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 28k ☆ ── genre ; older brother's bsf!au, friends to lovers, college!au, forbidden romance(ish), smut w/ a shit ton of plot, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, slight age gap (a few years), crack, fashion design major!reader, culinary major!wooyoung, baseball player!wooyoung ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, hidden relationships, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking/weed (not aimed at reader), reader may or may not give you second hand embarrassment at some point (whoops), mutual pining, quite a bit of contradiction, petnames (pipsqueak, baby, sweetheart, love, beautiful, babydoll...), bullying/teasing, crying, mental breakdown, a teeny tiny bit of arguing, secret keeping, kissing, they're both just goofs, deception, NSFW ; unprotected sex, messy make out, virgin!reader (not explicitly shown but hinted at), dom!wooyoung x sub!reader, fingering, biting/marking, some manhandling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, teasing, clit play, slight dacryphila, it gets a lil messy, creampie, praising, a tinge of edging (if you squint), sweet aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!! ☆ ── notes ; hello everyone ^^ first and foremost, this is my instalment for @sungbeam live alive collab!! this fic has been extremely fun to make even though this was never my original idea 🤓☝ but I am very happy with how it came out and was NAWT expecting it to be 28k words in the end (I need to stop underestimating myself...). second, thank you to @klllerwaifu and @xtrashxbunnyx for once again being my beta readers 😻 then lastly, everyone who has shown interest in this fic and is taking the time to read this. I hope you enjoy, and don't be afraid to give some feedback!!

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The early-spring sun shone brightly through Professor Yang's office window as you sat in the seat across from her desk. A warm smile spread on your lips as she went over all of the paperwork for the end-of-summer fashion design competition.

"Are you sure you want to join y/n? You'll only have a few months to prepare and turn in your design." Professor Yang asked, her eyebrows knitted in concern as she looked up at you, setting the papers back down on the ever-growing pile.

"I'll be okay, I've actually been working on a design well before I left Italy." You tell her, your smile only spreading wider as she nods her head, reaching over to pull an ink pen from the overflowing cup of writing utensils.

"You're an amazing designer, y/n, I'm just worried that you won't have the appropriate time you need." The older woman spoke about her worries, and you reassured her that everything would be fine, causing her to sigh, but she signed the papers nonetheless.

"Thank you, Mrs. Yang."

"You're welcome, y/n. I'll see you in class on Monday." Professor Yang offered you a smile of her own as she watched you stand from your seat, slinging your bag strap over your shoulder.

With one last farewell, you make your way towards her office door, pulling the heavy wood open. You barely took a step past the threshold when you noticed someone sitting on the bench that was on the other side of the hall. The sight of her purple sundress was the first thing that caught your attention, followed by the pair of sunglasses that sat upon her head.

"Dayhun?" You nearly exclaimed as you pulled the door shut behind you, eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of your best friend.

Upon hearing your voice, Dayhun lifts her head, a bright smile spreading on her lips as she hops up. In the next moment, she was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, squeezing all of the air from your lungs, and it took you patting her back before she finally released you, hands still firmly on your shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, eyebrows pinching in confusion, and a pout formed on Dayhun's glossed lips.

"I'm here to see my best friend, of course, but also tell me why I had to find out about your return through your brother and not you?" She complains, causing you to laugh softly, patting her arm as she lets them drop back down to her sides.

"I was going to call you on the way to Yeosang's." You tell her with a shake of your head, hiking your bag further up your shoulder before glancing down the hall, catching sight of the time.

"Well, it's too late now, but c'mon, I'll walk with you to your car." Dayhun hooks her arm around yours before pulling you down the hall, chatting about anything you've missed in the past few days that you haven't been able to talk to her—or anyone, really. Between packing and traveling, you hardly had any time to communicate.

The cool evening breeze washed over the two of you as soon as you took a step out of the building, goosebumps rising on your bare arms, seeing as you left your jacket sitting in your car. Dayhun scolded you as she ran her warmer hands over your chilled skin, trying to help alleviate some of the cold.

"So, what's your plan now that you're officially back?" She asked, brushing a few stray strands out of her face, and you glance at her for a split second before focusing back on the ground before you, not wanting to trip over your own feet.

"For starters, I'm gonna work my ass off to win the fashion design competition," You tell her just as the two of you walk up to your car, the sleek black paint reflecting the setting sun behind you, "but I'm also going to finally win over Jung Wooyoung."

Dayhun couldn't help but giggle at your overly confident statement and the look of determination that was plastered all over your face.

"Still hung up on Wooyoung, huh? Are you actually going to tell him this time or chicken out again?" She teases you, and you could only roll your eyes, a hint of a smile threatening to tug on the corners of your lips as you unlocked your car, pulling the door open.

"Har har," You pursed your lips, tossing your bag over into the passenger seat before turning to give Dayhun a playful glare, "I'm actually going to tell him this time, watch."

"Okay…" Dayhun laughs as she watches you step into the driver's seat, "What about Yeosang?"

A small scoff escapes your mouth as you shake your head, "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Hearing those words fall from your lips made Dayhun laugh, not believing you would actually be ballsy enough to go behind your brother's back. Yet she still found your determination endearing and would try her best to get Project Mrs. Jung to home base. The sound of her laughter has your face flushing, the heat burning the tips of your ears, and you glare at her before starting your vehicle, grumbling softly.

"Well, my dear best friend, I wish you the best of luck." She winks at you as her freshly manicured fingers wrap around the door.

"Thank you, Day, we all know I'm gonna need it." You sigh, letting your hands fall to your lap as your engine rumbles and you make a mental note to see if San ever changed the oil while you were gone. "But I'm gonna get to the house before it gets too late, I'll call you later."

"You'd better, or I'll show up at your front door in the middle of the night." She threatens, causing you to look at her with an expression that was somewhere between concern and horror before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"You're so weird."

"You love me," She sticks her tongue out at you, and you just roll your eyes before letting her shut your door. Dayhun watched as you pulled out of the parking lot before she pulled her phone out, a smile spreading on her lips as she saw one new message.

The car was filled with the soft sound of the radio playing and the heat blowing on the lowest setting, just enough to keep the chill out. Your eyes were glued to the road ahead of you as thoughts of Wooyoung and your brother crossed your mind, and you felt a sudden surge of annoyance shoot through you.

"'You can't date my friends y/n, it's weird'" You mock your brother's words as well as the stupid rule he's had set ever since you became a freshman in high school. At first, it was something that you could just ignore and go on about your day, but the more your feelings grew for his fox-eyed best friend, the more you became annoyed with it.

"Stupid rule, how about he just shoved it up his ass?" You grumble, fingers tightening around your steering wheel, but that annoyance slowly melted into guilt as you caught sight of the photograph that was hanging around your rear-view mirror. A picture of you and Yeosang from the last time you visited the local fair before he left for college, with bright smiles adorning both your faces.

Swallowing thickly, you turn your attention back to the road ahead of you, trying to ignore the war of conflicting feelings that was happening in the back of your mind and heart.

The rest of the drive was silent, save for your occasional humming along to a song that piqued your attention and the harsh gust of winds outside as the sky clouded over, telling you it was going to rain soon. Glancing up at the dark clouds, you prayed that you would be able to make it to the house before it started pouring.

Thankfully, it was just light sprinkles when you pulled into the driveway, parking right behind your brother's silver Acura. That's when you noticed the other two cars in the driveway, and you started to wonder if the other three were home as well. Making quick work of grabbing your bags, you quickly shuffle inside, trying to stay as dry as physically possible.

You were met with the sounds of shouting as soon as you walked through the threshold, a smile instantly spreading on your lips. Setting your bags off to the side, you slip out of your shoes before stepping into the living room, where you find San and Wooyoung sitting on the couch, their fingers smashing the buttons on the PlayStation controllers that sat in their hands, Mortal Kombat playing on the screen.

"Fuck off, Wooyoung, God dammit!" San shouted as Wooyoung pulled his finishing move on San's character, giving him the leeway to KO him and ultimately win the game.

As you step further into the room, you notice that your brother and Hongjoong are nowhere to be seen, but you can hear the sound of clinking from the kitchen.

You watch them for a few more moments before the duffel bag you were carrying starts to strain your shoulder. Dropping the bag to the ground with a loud thump, you cleared your throat, catching the attention of the feline-eyed male first. San's eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning when he sees you standing there. He drops the controller onto the coffee table, not caring that he is giving Wooyoung the chance to win for the fourth time in a row. He was then jumping over the back of the couch, causing Wooyoung to exclaim as he nearly kicked him in the face.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed as he stumbled to catch his footing once he landed, causing you to have a mini heart attack. San wraps his arms tightly around your smaller frame, squeezing you as Dayhun had back on campus.

"Hey, Sannie." You let out a choked laugh, seeing as he was practically squeezing all of the air from your lungs, hand coming up to pat his back softly, "San, you can let go now. I can't breathe."

At the sound of the commotion, Yeosang and Hongjoong walk out of the kitchen, a smile of their own spreading on both of their faces as they catch sight of you just as San pulls away. As San steps to the side, your brother and Hongjoong come into view, their eyes already locked on you.

"Well, if it isn't my big brother." You tease as Yeosang walks up to you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. Though he may never say it, he'd missed you over the past two years. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you missed me." You wrap your arms around his torso after pinching his side playfully, giggling when he jumps.

"For now, there's no telling how much I'll wanna send you back after a few days." Yeosang jokes, causing your jaw to drop in astonishment as he pulls away from you.

"Rude." You scoff, reaching over to pinch his arm, causing him to yelp, swatting your hand away and taking a few steps away from your reach.

Hongjoong was next in line, starting to reach out to pat the top of your head, but you just grabbed his arm, pulling him into a hug and ignoring his protests. Once he realized that he wasn't going to get out of this, he let out a huff of air before bringing his hand up to back your back softly.

Once he deemed that was enough physical contact, he was pulling away from you, a smile on his lips, one that looked a little awkward, but happy nonetheless. "You've sure grown up quite a bit since the last time I saw you."

"Joong, it's been what? Two years? I really haven't changed that much." You laugh with a shake of your head as the older male continues to give you shit about being that much younger than him.

Then he was moving to the side, and as soon as your eyes landed on the long-haired male, your breath caught in your throat. These past two years have only made him all the more breathtaking; his once short red hair, which you last saw, is now long and dark onyx.

"Welcome back, pipsqueak." He greets you, walking between San and Yeosang, before standing right in front of you. You barely got a word out before he was pulling you into a tight hug, heat rushed all throughout your body at his touch, skin tingling and mind going ninety to nothing as his cologne invaded your senses.

"H-Hey Woo," You mentally curse yourself for stuttering as you bring your hands up to his back, the fabric of his t-shirt balling into your fists.

"Alright, that's enough," Yeosang grumbles as he grabs a hold of Wooyoung's collar, pulling the younger male away from you, which in turn causes you to roll your eyes, hands falling back to your sides. Your eyes narrowed into slits as you looked at your brother, who was glaring at Wooyoung.

Noticing the tension, Hongjoong claps his hands, causing you and San to jump while Yeosang and Wooyoung look over at him, "Dinner is almost finished, y/n you can put your stuff in Yeosang's room."

"Huh? I thought I was crashing on the couch…" Your voice trailed off as you looked over at your brother, who had already made his way towards the front door to grab your suitcase.

"Come on." Yeosang nodded towards the hall before walking away, not giving you a chance to question anything further. Blinking a few times, you shoot the other three males a confused look before scrambling to grab your duffel bag, following the dark-haired male who disappeared down the hall.

"Yeosang." You call out to your brother as you walk into his bedroom, looking at the older male with nothing short of confusion. Walking further into the room, you watch as Yeosang sets your suitcase down on the floor at the end of his bed, but as you move to set your duffel bag on top, you notice two other suitcases sitting on his dark comforter. "Yeosang, what's going on?"

Yeosang stops trying to tidy up things on his bed to turn towards you, seeing the panic begin to bloom in your eyes. He swallows thickly before letting out a huff of air, which only causes your anxiety to skyrocket, believing something bad has happened.

"Okay, I need to tell you something, but I also need you not to freak out when I tell you." The dark-haired male points at you, and annoyance bubbles up to join your anxiety.

You give him a deadpan expression as you drop your hands to your side, "Well, now I am going to freak out, dumbass."

"Drama queen." Yeosang rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, and you copy his movements in almost a mocking manner, easily getting under the male's skin, and he glares at you, "Stop that."

"Stop that." You mock him, bringing your hand up to mimic a hand puppet, and Yeosang's lips pull into a straight line as he watches you. Meeting his gaze, you drop your hand back to your sides, "Tell me what's going on, Yeosang."

"You can stay in my room until I get back, we thought it'd be easier," Yeosang explains; however, his words only serve to confuse you further.

'Until he got back? Where was he even going?'

"What are you talking about, dude? Get back from where?" You asked, slowly starting to get fed up with the way he was beating around the bush like you were a child. The same thing he did whenever he got accepted into college and didn't know how to tell you that he was leaving. That thought had a whole new wave of anxiety shoot through you. Was he moving back home? Did he transfer? Was he movi—

"I'm going abroad." His words slice through your thoughts, and they somehow alleviate the anxiety before shock overtook your entire system.

"What?" You exclaim, eyes growing wide as your jaw drops slightly, "I mean, congratulations, but what?"

"I found out last week. I was going to tell you before, but you were so busy with packing and traveling that I didn't want to bother you." Yeosang starts to ramble, telling you about going to a third-world country to help some of the kids there learn. His hands moving in borderline wild gestures told you that he was on the verge of panicking himself, "I'm sorry, I know you just got back and now it seems like I'm just running as soon as you get back, but I'm not, I promise—"

"Yeo, stop, my god." You laugh softly, moving over to grab your brother's forearms and forcing his attention back on you, "This is exciting. Why are you apologizing?"

"Because you just got back after being gone for two years," He starts, but you just shook your head with a wide smile, all of the earlier anxiety and annoyance melting away as you saw the opportunity that was placed in front of your older brother.

"Okay, and? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Yeosang, plus it's something that you've dreamed of doing." You shake his arms, rambles of your own starting to fall from your lips as you recall all the times he talked about being able to help children in other countries.

As the dark-haired male watched you ramble on about the stories and dreams he's shared with you, he felt his shoulder relax, the weight finally starting to lift. Then the two of you talk a little more about where he was and how long he would be gone. You weren't even sure how much time had passed until Wooyoung was peeking his head into the room, telling you that dinner was ready. The smile he flashes you makes your heart skip a beat, heat rushing up your neck and warming your cheeks.

Yeosang thanks the younger male before standing from the bed and following you as you make your way towards the bedroom door. However, before your fingers could grab the doorknob, Yeosang's fingers wrap around your bicep, pulling your attention back to him, and you start to complain about being hungry.

"The rule still stands, regardless of whether I'm here or not." He reminds you, and all the memories of previous times he warned you about dating his friends flood your mind.

With a roll of your eyes, you tug your arm out of his grasp and grab the bedroom door, throwing it open, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

However, as you walk out of the bedroom, with your brother right on your heels, you couldn't help but think that this might be the chance you've been looking for. With Yeosang out of the way, you were sure that you could finally confess to Wooyoung.

—

That night, during dinner, it was like you had never been gone. The room filled with laughter that bounced off the walls, stories falling from anyone's lips while the others listened; of course, the occasional commentary was to be expected. Then the food—food Wooyoung cooked, and the one thing that you missed the most while being gone, besides the man himself.

It was nice being back home after so long.

"God, that was amazing," You groan, leaning back in your seat as you finish off your second plate, having not realized just how hungry you were. The action pulled a mixture of teasing and laughter from the four males around you, but you paid them no mind. Letting out a contented sigh, you sat back up straight before pushing your chair back and standing, "I'll wash the dishes."

As you started making a grab for everyone's plate, you missed the way that Wooyoung's face lit up like a Christmas tree. A smile spread on his lips, and he clambered out of his seat as well, causing you to look at him. Your heart began racing the moment you met his eyes, the wide smile on his face making your stomach flutter, and you quickly averted your gaze.

"I'll help," He offered, grabbing his and San's plates before you could, and you looked at him with wide eyes, telling him that he didn't have to since he was the one who did the cooking.

"Yeah, what happened to your whole 'I cook, you clean' rule?" San asked, raising an eyebrow.

Wooyoung looks over at the short-haired male before shrugging his shoulders, eyes following your form as you round the table before disappearing into the kitchen. However, he quickly moved his gaze back down to San, "I'm feeling generous."

He then gathered the rest of the dishes before following after you, ignoring the questioning stares he was getting from the three males.

When he walked into the kitchen, Wooyoung's steps faltered just a bit, eyes widening a hair as he watched you pull your hair back, completely oblivious to his presence. Sensing a pair of eyes on you, you turn your head, a smile spreading on your lips as you take in the fox-eyed male.

"I'll wash them, you can dry and put them away." You tell him, breaking Wooyoung from his trance, and he swallows thickly, tongue jutting out to wet his lips with a nod. The action has your cheeks flushing, and you quickly turn back towards the sink, missing the hint of a teasing smirk on his lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as you both worked together to wash the dishes, easily falling into tandem with each other. Wooyoung's soft hums and occasional chatter were the only sounds heard in the room, and for the first time since you've landed, you feel your body relaxing, the tension finally uncoiling and allowing your muscles to rest.

"So, how was Italy?" Wooyoung asked as he took a glass from your gloved hand, his eyes trained on your face. Your eyes flicker to his for a moment before they shift back to the sink, and you hum softly.

"It was nice, a huge learning experience, and I'm glad I was able to go, but I'm more glad being home again after so long." You tell him, reaching for another plate to wash as you tell him a story or two about your time in the foreign country.

"Did you meet anyone fancy?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of your chest.

"You're a dork," You roll your eyes, turning your attention back to the dishes before you, "but I did get to meet this designer I've always admired."

"Oh really?" Wooyoung looked at you with wide eyes, his lips parted just slightly, and his hands slowing on the plate he was drying.

"Mhmm, he even said that he liked my designs, that they have potential to be something great." You explain, a silly smile spreading on your lips as you recall the memory, and Wooyoung chuckles.

"Your designs have been and always will be amazing, pipsqueak." He complements you and heat races up your neck, the tips of your ears burning as you start to feel slightly lightheaded.

"I don't know about amazing, but thank you, Woo." You flash him a quick smile before letting your gaze fall back onto the sponge in your gloved hand.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, y/n." Wooyoung put the plate in his hand into the cabinet before placing his hand upon your head, ruffling your hair just a bit. You swat his hand away with grumbles before handing him another plate, stomach fluttering when he chuckles. He teases you as he takes the dish, "You're starting to look like a cherry." His words have you getting him a world-class side eye, and his laugh echoes in the room, "Okay, okay, but tell me more. How was the food there?"

"They have some really good food, but nothing will beat your cooking." You tell him, missing the way the tips of his ears started to turn a deep shade of red. You then started spouting all kinds of stories from your time in Italy, some of which made no sense to the male, but he listened regardless.

"Alright, enough about me," You shake your head after realizing how much you had been rambling, "do you still play baseball?"

Your question has an almost instant reaction, a scoff falls from Wooyoung's lips as he looks at you, almost offended by your question. His eyebrows knitted together, lips parted just a bit, and you could see the 'are you for real' gleaming in his chocolate orbs.

"Yes, I still play baseball, what kind of question is that?" He asked, putting away the cup you had handed him just moments before. You laugh, the sound flowing around the dark-haired male like a warm summer breeze, and his heart begins thumping against his ribs. "We actually have a game on Friday, you should come."

"I don't know, not sure I wanna watch you sit on a bench all game." You tease, stifling a laugh when his jaw drops. Then, before you could even move, he scooped up a handful of bubbles before flinging them at you. "Oh, Jung Wooyoung, I know you did not just do that."

"You're right, I didn't." He sticks his tongue out at you as you scrape the bubble off your shirt before throwing it back at him.

Before long, the room was filled with laughter and squeals as the two of you continued to fling water and bubbles at each other. Each of your clothes was equally soaked by the time you both called truce, the group slick with soap and water. Your cheeks began to hurt from laughing and smiling so hard, eyes gleaming under the yellow lights as you watched Wooyoung wipe bubbles from his face, a smile of his own adorning his lips.

"Alright, you go change and get around for bed," Wooyoung told you, wiping his hands on his jeans before moving towards the sink where you were still standing.

"Are you sure? There's not much left."

"Exactly, there's not, and you've had a long day, so off you go, pipsqueak." He pulled the gloves from your hands before shooing you out of the room, causing you to giggle. You thanked him before walking out of the kitchen, holding your soaked shirt away from your body as the chill of the AC started to spread goosebumps all over your wet skin.

As you walked past the other three men who were sitting on the couch watching TV, you couldn't help but think about how nice it was to finally be home. To be back with the people that you love so dearly, and a swirl of emotions welled up in your chest as you walked to Yeosang's room, a smile still painted beautifully on your face. That same smile never faltering, even long after you've fallen asleep for the night, the jet lag finally getting to you.

“You’ve got to try their croissants, they added them to their menu last year, and I’ve been obsessed.” Dayhun rambles on about the cafe’s latest addition as you open the door for her, following close behind after she walks in. She greets the workers with a wide grin before pulling you towards the counter. “C’mon, y/n.”

The cafe has definitely changed a lot since you were last here. The interior was a lot more cozy compared to the bland decorations and tables they had two years ago. Even though the menu was updated, most of the drinks you had been familiar with were either moved, renamed, or just gone. You hadn’t even noticed that Dayhun had finished ordering until she was bumping her arm against yours.

After ordering, you go to pay, but Dayhun knocks your hand out of the way with an almost offended expression, eyebrows scrunched in the middle, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you were reminded of Wooyoung’s face from last night. You shook your head as you watched her pay, small grumbles of you just getting back so this was her treat falling from her lips. Then she was pulling you towards the small table that sat off to the far corner of the building, the early morning sunlight shining right onto the smooth wooden top.

“So how was your first night home?” The ravenette barely let you sit down before the questions came flooding out, “Oh my god, did Yeosang cry? If he did, please tell me you got it on camera.”

“Day, one question at a time.” You tease, situating yourself in your chair after scooting closer to the table, and Dayhun plopped down in the other chair, an expectant look on her face as she looked at you. You let out a sigh, resting your arms on top of the table and leaning slightly forward as if you were about to tell a secret, “Last night was good, everyone was stoked, and no, my brother did not cry, though I would’ve loved to have that blackmail material. Oh, and Wooyoung made dinner; he even helped me with the dishes afterward.”

Dayhun’s eyebrows raised in surprise as she blinked a few times, “You mean the same guy with the stupid ‘I cook, you clean’ rule, helped you with the dishes after he cooked?”

“Yeah, crazy, right?”

“Oh, girl, that man definitely has the hots for you,” Dayhun stated in a matter-of-fact voice, causing you to roll your eyes despite the heat that bloomed in your chest at the possibility that Wooyoung might actually like you.

“I don’t know about that,” you started just as one of the cafe workers came over with your order, setting the two cups down with the croissants. “Thank you.”

The worker nodded with a smile before leaving after making sure there wasn’t anything else that either of you needed. You took a sip of your vanilla latte, eyes gazing out the window, watching as people walked by to continue their normal Saturday activities. However, your thoughts drifted back to a certain fox-eyed male, wondering what he was doing after baseball practice. Then you suddenly remembered that you hadn’t told Dayhun the news you had learned the night before.

“My brother is going abroad,” The words fell from your lips quicker than Dayhun’s brain could process, and she looked at you, confused, a simple ‘huh’ escaping her lips as she set her cup down, “Yeosang, he’s going abroad for like a year starting Friday.”

“Ohhh…” A look of realization crosses her face as your words finally click in her mind, but then a glimmer of sadness flickers in her eyes that you don’t catch as she glances over at her phone, which was sitting face down on the table. However, it was gone as soon as it appeared, a smile replacing it as she snapped her fingers and pointed at you, “Oh my god, do you know what this means?”

“Hmm?” You hum softly, bringing your cup up to your lips, letting the warm liquid chase away the chill that was threatening to close in due to the AC in the cafe.

“It means you can finally confess to Wooyoung!” Dayhun exclaims, nearly loud enough for the entirety of the cafe to hear, and your eyes grow watery as you fight off a cough after your coffee went down the wrong pipe.

“Day— you can’t… just blurt that— fuck… blurt that so loud.” You scold her between coughs, patting your chest to try and ease the burn.

“I mean, am I wrong?” She shrugs, taking a sip of her own coffee as you glare at her through teary eyes, finally getting over the coughing fit.

“No, you’re not wrong. It’s just…” Your voice trails off as you look back out the window, fingers wrapping tightly around your warm cup, “What if he just sees me as his little sister and I ruin our entire friendship?”

“Please, y/n, I think the last thing you have to worry about is him not returning your feelings.” Dayhun tried to reassure you, a soft smile on her lips when you turned to give her a look that she was all too familiar with. The ravenette lets out a laugh, “Girl, you read way too many books.” Her words have you rolling your eyes. A part of you wanted to believe her, but the other part told you that you were aiming way too high. Noticing that your mind was drifting, Dayhun reached over the table, poking the back of your hand and catching your attention, “Are you gonna go to his game Friday?”

“I want to,” You tell her as you let out a sad sigh, a pout forming on your lips, “but I have to take Yeosang to the airport that day.”

“Want me to tag along?” Dayhun asks, a playful smirk spreading on her lips, “I’ll make sure that we make it back in time.”

That was enough to pull a laugh from you, the sound bouncing softly off the walls of the cafe, “I’m not even sure Yeo would get in the car if he knew you were inside.”

“Hey!” Dayhun exclaims before a laugh of her own bubbles out of her chest, the combined sound of your laughter making your stomach flutter, having not realized just how much you missed this. Sure, both of you would call and FaceTime any chance you could, but it just never seemed to be the same as laughing together in person.

“Oh, right, there’s also a celebratory party Friday night after the game,” Dayhun tells you, wiping away the tears that had collected in the corner of her eyes.

“Isn’t it a little early to be celebrating?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, bringing your cup to your lips once more and taking a long sip as Dayhun shakes her head.

“Well, if you’d been paying attention to the campus news, you’d know that your boy has been the lucky star of the team for the past few years.” She explains, and a small sense of pride swells in your chest knowing that Wooyoung was doing so well. Dayhun then nudges your foot, “That’s besides the point, though, you could finally secure the bag that night too, if you catch my drift.”

Your heart begins to race as your face flushes, and Dayhun starts wiggling her eyebrows with a teasing grin on her lips. Grumbling at her, you finish off your coffee, and the dark-haired girl just starts laughing. But as you stood to toss your trash, you couldn’t help but think about the possibility that Dayhun was right and Wooyoung did, in fact, like you back.

Inhaling deeply you mustered up as much courage as you could, you waited years for this moment you weren’t about to let anything get in your way. Not when you had such a golden moment.

—

The first half of the week seemed to go by agonizingly slow; classes seemed to drag on, homework piled up, and teachers all seemed to want to catch up with you. Though you could only blame it on coming back in the middle of the year, but the only thing that was really on your mind was Wooyoung and how you were going to confess to him.

Thursday had started off just the same; lectures seemed to drag on when all you wanted was to go home, knowing that Wooyoung only had a half day, just like you. Knowing you’d be able to hang out with him was the only thing that really kept you pushing through the day. Then he found you in the hall before your next class, a wide grin on his face, and the sight had your stomach fluttering.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” He greeted you, stopping just a few feet in front of you, and you fixed the strap of your messenger bag, returning his smile.

“What’s up, Woo?”

“You’re coming home after this class, right?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and rocking on his heels slightly. You hum with a nod, eyes tracing the curve of his lips as his tongue jutted out just a hair, “Did you want anything particular for lunch? I was gonna cook.”

At the mention of his cooking, your whole face lit up, the sparkle in your eyes causing the dark-haired male to laugh softly, his heart racing underneath his ribs.

“Anything you cook, I’ll eat. Woo, you should know this.” You tell him, mouth already watering at the thought of his food, and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink due to the compliment.

“Shouldn’t have expected anything less from my number one beta taster.” He teases, and you roll your eyes, but the smile on your lips never leaves. If anything, it grows wider as memories of you trying his cooking flash in your mind. Wooyoung then reaches forward, ruffling your hair, causing you to gasp, swatting his hand away, “Okay, well, I’ll see you at home here in a bit, pipsqueak.”

You bid him a farewell before watching him walk away, not noticing the lurking presence until she spoke up.

“You poor thing,” Her voice causes you to jump, head whipping around to find none other than Kyoto Yuki. The very girl who had been a thorn in your side for the past three years, always trying to find some way of one-upping you.

“What do you want, Yuki?” You asked with a roll of your eyes, moving towards the door of the classroom that she was standing in front of.

“Come on, y/n, there’s no need to be so hateful. I just wanted to give you a bit of advice, Wooyoung would never stoop as low as to date someone like you, so I wouldn’t get your hopes up, sweetheart.” She told you with a condescending smile, her tone sickly sweet, and to any outsider, it would look like a friendly exchange of words. But you knew better; her words were anything but friendly, and you wished you could wipe that stupid, smug smirk from her face, but she had already disappeared into the classroom.

As much as you didn’t want to let her words get to you, they did, and your earlier anxiety of confessing came barreling back. You then decided that you wouldn’t risk the relationship you had now for some stupid feelings. So you swallowed down the lump in your throat as well as pocketing the thought of confessing.

You tried to go about your day like normal, but as soon as you walked into the house after your class and found Wooyoung standing over the stove, you felt your chest tighten. Then he gave you his signature smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes, and you knew then, and there you weren't going to risk this for some dumb feelings. So you laid your bag on the couch before offering to help him, enjoying the connection you had, even if it may kill you inside.

The next day, you went about your day as normal—as normal as you could at least—the lectures seemed to drag on, and your mind kept wandering to the party tonight. You weren't even sure how you had made it back to the house in one piece to pick Yeosang up, or the fact that Dayhun was already there, sitting next to him on the couch.

"You guys ready to go?" You asked, a smile pulling on your lips as you're reminded of Wooyoung's game that was waiting for you when you got back.

"Yeah, let's go." Yeosang nods, pushing himself up off the couch and walking to the door where his luggage was sitting, and a heavy feeling starts to weigh on your chest. Your older brother was gonna be gone for a whole year; the fleeting moments of seeing him after two years were something you'd hold onto until he comes back.

The drive to the airport was filled with music and Dayhun's chatter, along with your input here and there. Yeosang was sitting in the passenger seat, one hand wrapped around his phone while the other was stuffed into the pocket of his hoodie. He would let out occasional comments or groans with a roll of his eyes.

"I should've just had Hongjoong take me." He mumbles as you start to talk about boys and other girl stuff that he may be used to but would rather not hear it.

Getting to the airport, you help Yeosang pull his suitcases out of your trunk and walk him inside while Dayhun sits in the car, playing on her phone. Walking up to baggage claim, you watch as the brunette checks his stuff in before he turns towards you, a faint smile on his lips. Catching his eye, you didn't say a word before wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest.

"I'm gonna miss you, but you better have a lot of fun." You murmur into his shirt, his chest rumbling as he laughs, placing his hand on top of your head.

"I'll be back before you know it, with souvenirs if you behave." He teases, and you give him a deadpan look as you pull away, arms crossing over your chest. "Don't forget the rules y/n."

"Oh my god, Yeo." You roll your eyes as you push him away after he received his tags, a grin spreading on your lips.

"I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah. Just go and text me each time you land." You tell him pointedly before sharing one last goodbye and watching him walk away towards his terminal. Your smile falters just slightly, but it was gone as soon as it appeared before you were walking out of the airport and hopping into the passenger seat, seeing as Dayhun moved to the driver's seat.

Your heart nearly seized as she peeled out of the parking lot before you could finish fastening your seatbelt. Scrambling to buckle up, you grabbed the handle above the door as soon as you heard it latch, wide eyes flickering from your best friend, who was definitely going more than ten over the speed limit, to the road ahead.

"Dayhun, you're gonna get us pulled over!" You exclaim as you clutch the handle, wide eyes glued to the roads ahead. The dark-haired girl just flashes you a smile before she takes a turn, maybe a little too sharp, and you gasp, heart racing a million miles an hour.

You weren't even sure how she didn't get pulled over as she practically drifted into the parking lot of the stadium, only slowing down when she found a parking spot. As she puts the vehicle in park, you start to feel your spirit float back into your body, and you look over just as Dayhun looks at you with a triumphant grin.

"I told you we'd get here on time." She beams at you, her arm looped through yours after you shut the car door, knees wobbling under your weight. Dayhun giggles as she pulls you into the stadium as if she hadn't just tried out for a NASCAR driver.

"You're actually insane, oh god, my heart is gonna burst." You swallow, trying to stabilize your erratic breathing, but Dayhun rolls her eyes before spotting San in the bleachers.

"Hey guys, you got here just before the second inning." He tells you with a dimpled smile, and you bow your head in thanks before glancing over at the field, easily catching sight of the fox-eyed male.

You feel your heart stop all over again when he turns his head, catching your eyes, and a wide grin tugs on his lips. He quickly waves at you, and you smile with a wave, mouthing 'good luck' just before he is called away.

As you all watched the game, you felt excitement coursing through you, your throat almost raw from all of the cheering. You hadn't realized how much you missed being able to watch his games until now, watching as he pitched effortlessly, and even when he was up next to bat, you nearly blew Dayhun's eardrums when he managed to hit the ball far enough to gain two bases.

Then, when they win, you jump out of your seat with a wide smile, cheering with all your might until you feel lightheaded. A blush crept up your neck when you caught Wooyoung's eyes, a faint smirk playing on his plump lips, and all the air was knocked from your lungs when he winked at you.

Once the game was over and Wooyoung disappeared with his teammates, you were dragged off the bleachers by Dayhun. You try to protest, saying that you wanted to talk to Wooyoung and congratulate him on the win, but she just hushed you, saying you'd see him at the party. So you followed her reluctantly after bidding San and Hongjoong goodbye.

"Come on, you're going so slow!" Dayhun exclaims as she waits outside the bathroom door for you to finish changing.

"Well, it's not my fault you picked such a complicated top. Oh my god, how do you even wear this thing?" You groan in frustration as you try for the nth time to get the top on correctly without your boobs popping out.

The sound of Dayhun's laughter only seemed to further annoy you. "Would you like my help?"

"Please."

That's all that was said before the bathroom door was opening slowly, and the ravenette was peeking her head inside. Stifling a giggle seeing the way you have the top on, she steps inside, shutting the door behind her.

With her help, you are able to get the top on correctly before tying the string around your neck and looking at yourself in the mirror. A smile spreads on your lips, and Dayhun mirrors your expression as she lays her hands on your shoulders.

"All set?" She asked, and you nodded before following her out of the bathroom, flipping the lights off on the way out.

By the time Dayhun pulled up to the large house, the party was in full swing. People were hanging out on the lawn, red solo cups in their hands, while others were smoking what you could only guess was a cigarette or marijuana.

"Whose house is this anyway?" You asked, tugging Dayhun closer to your body as a drunk guy stumbles by.

"The baseball captain's, I can't ever remember his name." She shrugs, reaching to grab the open door when another girl pulls it open. You step inside, and you're instantly met with a wave of heat and booming music that shakes the ground beneath your feet.

"I'm gonna go find Wooyoung." You leaned closer to Dayhun to make sure she heard you, and she smirked before nodding.

"Go find your lover boy, I'm gonna grab us some drinks." She told you, nodding in the direction of the kitchen, leading you to believe this wasn't her first time in this place.

Deciding not to question it, you maneuver through the thick crowd of people, head on a swivel as you search for a certain fox-eyed male. It didn't take too long to find him; he was standing with a few of his teammates, as well as San. A smile spread on your lips, and you stepped further into the room, ready to greet the older male, but the sound of your name had you stopping dead in your tracks.

"So, Wooyoung, who was that girl who was screaming her head off during the game?" A taller male asks with a chuckle, nudging Wooyoung, who brought his cup to his lips, taking a drink.

"Yeah, she seemed really enthusiastic about the win." Another chimes in with a playful smirk, causing the dark-haired male to roll his eyes.

"That's y/n, Yeosang's sister," Wooyoung explains, dropping his hands to his sides.

"Wait, the one that's been abroad?" The first guy asks, suddenly intrigued, and Wooyoung could feel annoyance bubble in his chest, but he kept his cool.

"Yeah, she just got back earlier this week."

"She your girlfriend?" The shorter guy asked, wiggling his eyebrows, and Wooyoung chuckled awkwardly, eyes flickering over to the cat-eyed male who was immersed in his phone.

"Nah, she's like a little sister to me." Wooyoung lies through his teeth, flinching slightly as if the words physically hurt him, and your smile faltered as you heard his words.

You knew better than to get your hopes up, knowing that this was very likely gonna be the outcome, but it still hurts. A lot. Your stomach twisted into knots, bile crept up the lining of your throat, and you decided that you'd just congratulate him tomorrow and tuck tail.

Snaking back through the crowd, you find Dayhun talking to a guy who was in her major; however, as soon as she caught sight of you, she excused herself. Walking up to her, you take the cup she hands to you, taking a large swig, gritting your teeth as the alcohol burns your throat.

Dayhun looked at you with wide eyes, her smile falling and replaced by worry. She knew that something was wrong and was quick to ask, but you just shook your head with a dazed smile, the alcohol already hitting your system.

"I'm fineee, c'mon let's party!" You cheer with a wide grin, grabbing the ravenette's wrist and pulling her towards the dance floor. Figuring that you just chickened out of confessing to Wooyoung and needed to distract yourself, she danced along with you.

As the night goes on, you've downed at least three cups of liquor, finishing your fourth when Dayhun starts to worry that it was more than losing confidence in confessing. You smile brightly at a guy who walks up to you, holding out a cup filled nearly to the brim with alcohol, a gleam in his eyes that Dayhun did not quite like. You, however, were too far gone to care.

"You are a sweetheart, thank you." You thank the male with a giggle, taking the cup from him and bringing it to your lips.

However, Dayhun was quick to intervene, plucking the cup from your grasp before the rim touched your gloss-smeared lips, "Yeah, no, she's good, thanks."

The guy rolled his eyes but didn't argue before walking away, and you look at your best friend with a pout, whining that she was ruining the fun. Shaking her head, Dayhun dumps the cup into a flower pot, not caring if it was real or fake, before setting the cup on the table as she drags you away from the dance floor.

"Okay, what is going on?" She asks, grabbing your biceps and forcing your dazed eyes onto her. You giggle drunkenly, grabbing her arms just below the crease of her elbows.

"You won't be... believe it." You slur with a frown, "Wooyoung said I was just a little sister to him, and here I am just an idiot who thought she had a chance."

"Y/n..."

"No, I love him and his stupidly attractive face so much, like how can I not when he flashes that damn smile at me?" You begin to ramble about Wooyoung and Dayhun, who couldn't help but pity you; however, that pity was quickly replaced by panic when she saw the man himself walking towards the two of you.

"Y/n—"

"I can't believe I got my hopes up for no-nothing... maybe I should've just listened to Yeo." You cut the ravenette off, and she laughs nervously when Wooyoung walks up.

"Hello, ladies." He greets the two of you, and Dayhun wondered if he had heard anything, and if he was just playing dumb if he had.

"Hey Woo—"

"Oh my g-god... you're... you're so pre-pretty." You slur over your words as you turn to look at the older male, whose eyes grow wide, before they flicker over to Dayhun. "It's such a shame that... that I can't kiss you." You point at him with a pout, and Wooyoung's face turns red while Dayhun stifles a laugh.

"How much has she drunk?" Wooyoung asked, turning his attention to your best friend while you reach over, taking a cup from another girl who winks at you.

Dayhun's eyes flicker to you before letting out a sigh when you start to drink from the new glass, "a lot."

"Jeez." Wooyoung mumbles before reaching over, taking the cup from your hands, and you let out a loud whine, stomping your foot as a child would. Shaking his head, Wooyoung hands Dayhun the cup before gently grabbing your bicep. "I'm gonna take her home before she gets herself into trouble."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Dayhun nods as she watches the fox-eyed male drag you away, and you turn to wave at her with a lopsided smile.

"Bye bye, Day! I'm gonna go kiss a pretty boy!" You exclaim in a sing-song voice, definitely loud enough for the small crowd around you to hear, causing Dayhun to snort while Wooyoung's ears burn bright red.

You hum along to the song that was blaring through the speakers as Wooyoung drags you towards the front door, your feet stumbling. It wasn't until the cool night air hit your sweaty skin that you realized that he was pulling you away from the party, and a whine reverberated from the back of your throat.

"Noo, you're being a party pooper, I wanna stay." You pout, dragging your feet, but Wooyoung just glanced at you from over his shoulder with a soft chuckle. He has known you for well over half of your life, and not once did he think he'd ever see you this drunk out of your mind, but he also worried that you may have drunk too much.

"No can do, sweetheart, we're going home." He told you, continuing his trek to his car that was parked on the side of the street, your whines and protests falling on deaf ears. Unlocking the vehicle, he opened the passenger door and looked at you expectantly, but you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest, staying rooted in place.

"I don't wanna." You turned your head defiantly, and Wooyoung couldn't help but look at you endearingly, knowing that you wouldn't remember any of this the next morning, and he could tease you for being so cute.

"What would your brother say about that, though?" Wooyoung asked, sniffling a laugh when your shoulders went rigid, and you looked at him with wide, shocked eyes, your mouth falling agape.

"You know my brother?" You asked in disbelief, squinting your eyes as if you were trying to see through him.

Deciding to play along, Wooyoung leaned against the open vehicle door, subconsciously closer to you, "I do, I know him really well."

"I don't believe you." You squinted your eyes further until your vision was nearly obscured, and Wooyoung just chuckled, hands reaching for the phone that sat in his jeans pocket. Watching him unlock the device, you felt a wave of panic wash over you, and you quickly grabbed his wrist, "Wait, no, please don't tell Yeo, because then he'll tell Woo."

You mumbled the last part, averting your gaze, and Wooyoung couldn't help the shit-eating grin that spread on his lips. You had drunk so much that you didn't even recognize the person who was standing right before you. But he wasn't gonna ruin the fun; instead, he just shook his head and pocketed his phone before looking back at you.

"I won't tell him if…" He started, raising his hand to point a finger at you, and you turned your head, looking at him with hopeful eyes. "If you get in the car and let me take you home."

You blink a few times, cheeks starting to warm, and the fox-eyed male could see the cogs turning in your head and flicked your forehead, "not like that, take you home home."

"Oh…" You nodded your head slowly before a wide smile spread on your lips, "Okay!" Then you were hopping into the passenger seat, leaving the older male there laughing.

Once Wooyoung made sure that you were all set and buckled up, he shut the door and walked around the vehicle to climb into the driver's seat. Putting the keys into the ignition, he starts the vehicle, but doesn't move to shift the gear; instead, he turns in his seat and grabs the water bottle that he knew was still lying on the floorboards in the back. Finding it, he sits back down and hands it to you, urging you to drink the clear liquid. Thankfully, you didn't protest but drank it without a word. However, his eyes lingered on where your lips were wrapped around the rim, and heat crept up his neck, painting his face a deep shade of red, and he was thankful that it was dark out.

Without another word, he shifts the car into drive and pulls out onto the main road, reaching over to turn the radio on to help drown out the silence that was threatening to eat him alive. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like lifetimes, your eyes locked on the blurring scenery while Wooyoung's was on the road ahead.

Turning down a side road, Wooyoung's eyes flicker over to your still form, the question he had been chewing on finally slipping out, "Why'd you drink so much pipsqueak?"

"My crush broke my heart," You pouted, pulling your attention away from the window to look over at the dark-haired male whose eyebrows creased in the center. Not once had he ever heard you mention a crush, far too occupied by your uni coursework, but hearing it now, he couldn't help the dull pain in his chest.

"Who's…" Wooyoung's breath hitched for a split second before he swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat, "Who's your crush?"

"Jung Wooyoung!" You shout without missing a beat, followed by a huff as you slump back into the passenger seat; however, Wooyoung's foot came down on the brakes faster than he could react, stopping the vehicle. Crossing your arms over your chest, you look out at the night sky, "Can you believe that? I'm in love with my brother's stupidly attractive best friend."

Wooyoung looked over at you with a mixture of shock and confusion, not fully believing what you were saying. When a honk was heard behind him, Wooyoung had to remind himself that you were just drunk babbling and let off the brakes before moving further down the road, witless, you hummed along to the radio as if you hadn't just blurted the craziest thing aloud.

The rest of the car ride was filled with the soft sound of your humming along to whatever was playing through the radio and the gust of wind through the cracked windows. Wooyoung's mind was racing a million miles an hour, still stuck on what you had just drunkenly confessed. Though he wanted to say that it was just you mindlessly babbling, he knew that alcohol wasn't called the top truth serum for no reason. However, as he pulled into the driveway of the house, he decided not to dwell on it and just get you inside and to bed.

Turning the car off, he pulls the keys out before opening the door and stepping out, before helping you out of the vehicle. You murmur random nonsense as he unlocks the front door and pushes it open, though before he can stop you, you rush out of his arms and make a beeline down the hallway.

"Whoa!" Wooyoung rushed over to steady you as you nearly ran right into San's shut bedroom door. You let out a fit of giggles as he grabs your arm gently and tries to lead you towards Yeosang's bedroom, but you protest and pull him towards his bedroom.

Not finding it in himself to stop you, he just decides he'll sleep on the couch and helps you into his bedroom, a ghost of a smile on his lips when you cheer triumphantly. Walking over to his bed, he starts to let go of your arm, but you stumble over your own feet, losing balance and falling onto the mattress, pulling Wooyoung down with you.

He quickly catches himself with a huff, heart beating erratically as he realizes just how close your bodies were. Swallowing thickly his eyes flicker to your parted, gloss-smeared lips and a war waged in his mind. He reprimanded himself for even thinking about it and started to pull away, ears burning hot, but he didn't get far before your hands were grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks slightly.

"Wooyoung…" You murmur his name for the first time in the past hour and a half, and his eyes lock on your dazed ones. Your thumb brushes over the skin of his cheekbone, right over his beauty mark, and your lips are moving faster than your mind, "I love you. Even if I forget in the morning, I mean it right now."

Your confession has the male's eyes growing wide, his skin growing warmer under your palms, and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He tried to think of something—anything to say, but all the words he really wanted to say died on his tongue, and he grabbed one of your wrists with his hand that wasn't supporting his weight.

"You're drunk, y/n, you have no idea what you're talking about." Wooyoung sighs, pulling your hand away from his face as a pout forms on your lips.

"I am not drunk." You quip, but Wooyoung just gives you a deadpan stare with a raised eyebrow, and you sigh, "Fine, maybe I am, but my feelings? Those are real, not just drunk words."

The room then falls into a tense silence as Wooyoung stares down at you, a flurry of emotions swimming in his chocolate orbs. Your dilated eyes traced every curve of his face, your fingertips brushing the skin underneath his tight jaw. Wooyoung's mind raced. On one hand, he wanted to believe that the words you blurted were true, but on the other hand, he could hear Yeosang's voice ringing in the back of his mind, and he quickly came to his senses.

Shaking his head, he pulls away from your body fully, leaving you to sit up on your elbows to look at the dark-haired male with scrunched eyebrows.

Averting his gaze, Wooyoung makes a grab for the small throw blanket at the end of his bed, "Get some rest, pipsqueak."

Then he was taking a step towards his bedroom door; however, before he got too far, there was a pull on his arm. Swallowing thickly, he looks down where your smaller hand was wrapped around his wrist before letting them travel to your face, meeting your eyes.

"Can you stay, please?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, and Wooyoung's breath hitches, ready to tell you that it wasn't a good idea, but you beat him to it, "no funny business, it's just… I feel safer when you're with me." You omit, and the boy's heart seizes in his chest, fingers tightening around the fabric of the blanket.

Seeing the vulnerability mixed with tears in your eyes, Wooyoung could feel his resolve crumbling, and in a short moment, he was nodding with a sigh. Tossing the blanket back onto the foot of the bed, he climbs into his bed next to you, not bothering to change.

"Get some slee—" Wooyoung chokes on his words when you shift around until you are lying on his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"You smell like safety. That's weird, right?" You mumble into his shirt, cheek smooshed against his t-shirt, and Wooyoung's heart hammered against his ribs. He was sure that you could hear it, but you never said a word, and within seconds the room filled with the sound of your soft snores.

Wooyoung laughs in disbelief as he finally lets his body relax, wrapping his arm around your body. He brushed some of your hair out of your face, admiring your sleeping form. Chewing on his bottom lip, he tried to fight back the feeling he was trying to keep buried under the surface.

Letting out a long sigh, he reaches over and turns the bedside lamp off before wrapping his arms around you once more, lips ghosting over the top of your head, "You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart."

—

The bright sunlight shining through the thinly covered window stirred you from your sleep, and small grumbles fell from your lips as you moved your hand to cover your eyes. Your head was throbbing, and you so desperately wished you could throw punches at yourself for drinking so much. You moved your hand to your temple, rubbing the skin, hoping to ease some of the throbbing, but to no avail. That's when you notice that your normal fluffy, soft pillow had become hard and firm, and you pouted, ready to make a grab for another pillow, but your heart all but seized in your chest when you realized that whatever—whoever you were lying on was moving.

The horrific realization woke you with a start, body shooting up, and eyes darting all over the room. Your heart began pounding in your chest; the room you were in wasn't your brother's. Dread began to fill your veins, and you squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the worst as you tilted your head down, but when you opened them again, you saw that you were still fully clothed, wearing the outfit you had worn to the party the night before.

A wave of relief washed over you, but it was quickly curbed when you realized you still had no idea who you were lying on. Gritting your teeth nervously, you slowly turn your head, expecting to see some rando from campus, but as the sight of his long hair messily strewn across his pillows, your throat threatened to close up.

Lying there next to you was none other than Jung Wooyoung, your childhood crush and your older brother's best friend. Your body jerks, and you shoot to your knees, your sudden movement waking the fox-eyed male.

Wooyoung blinked a few times, trying to adjust his eyes to the harsh rays of sunlight, before he looked over at you, taking in your panicked expression. With a groan, he sat up, combing a hand through his messy locks before he spoke.

"What's wrong with you, pipsqueak?" He asked, voice heavily laced with sleep, and the sound causes your stomach to flutter, heat rushing up your neck, and makes you lightheaded.

"I— you— why am I..." Your voice trails off as memories from the previous night begin to flash across your mind, and a whole new wave of heat encases your body. Embarrassment enveloped your entire being, and you brought your hands up to cover your face, "I am so sorry! I was drinking and wasn't thinking straight. Please just forget everything I said. It was an illusion, yeah, just an illusion..."

Wooyoung watched with a sleepy smile as you continued to ramble, hands shaking as you tried your best to keep your cherry-red face from his view. However, when you started to ramble on about how he was completely out of your league, his smile dropped, and he reached towards you.

"Y/n, hey, stop that. Look at me." His voice was gentle but stern as he grabbed your wrists, peeling your hands away from your face, revealing your tear-filled eyes, "First of all, I should be the one saying you're out of my league; second, I don't want to forget what you said."

"Y-You..." You breathed out, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as even more panic surged through you. Was he going to tease you for liking him? Would he go and tell your brother? Can you save this friend—

"Y/n." Wooyoung's stern voice, followed by his warm hands cupping your face, pulled you from your thoughts, your wide, teary eyes flicking up to meet his. You braced yourself for the rejection, holding your breath tightly in your chest, but it never came; instead, the words that left his lips nearly had you toppling over, "I like you too, it's just..."

"Yeosang." You finished his sentence, and he nodded. Wooyoung had harbored feelings for you since the two of you were still in high school. Yet he never acted on them because he knew that Yeosang could very easily whoop his ass, so he kept them to himself. Then, when he heard that confession fall from your lips last night, all of the feelings he tried so hard to suppress came rushing back, and all he wanted was to make you his.

"He's in a different country, we..." Your breath caught in your throat when you realized that you were about to throw all caution to the wind and betray your brother. "We can keep it on the down-low until we figure out how to tell him."

"Pipsqueak..." Wooyoung started, and your heart dropped, the one chance you had slowly slipping between the cracks of your fingers.

"Please, Woo. Don't let Yeosang get between us." You pleaded with the fox-eyed male in front of you, fingers tightening around his wrists, and Wooyoung could feel his resolve crumbling.

He bit his bottom lip, thoughts racing a million miles an hour in his head. On the one hand, he would be taking the safe route and risking losing the girl he's loved for years, or betraying his best friend. As he weighed the pros and cons, he began to realize that he could mend his relationship with Yeosang further down the road, but if he were to lose you now, there was no telling whether he'd be able to get you back.

So he let out a long sigh, bringing his face closer to yours and resting his forehead against yours. Neither of you said a word, breaths mingling together in the space between you, then finally Wooyoung was speaking.

"You know what? To hell with the rules." He grumbled, and your heart leaped at the sound, a smile adorning your features that was quickly sealed with Wooyoung's plush lips. The kiss was sweet and gentle, portraying all the years of longing and yearning.

Neither of you pulled away until your lungs were begging for oxygen; only then did you part, heavy pants falling from your kiss-swollen lips. A soft laugh escapes your lips before you rest your forehead against his again, hand cradling the back of his head.

"To hell with the rules." You repeat his words, a goofy smile spreading on your lips, before your eyes were fluttering when he leaned forward to kiss you again, his hand falling to your waist.

"Hey, Wooyoung." At the sound of Hongjoong's voice, both of you freeze, panic shooting through your systems, having completely forgotten that neither of you were alone in the house right now.

You quickly pull away from Wooyoung, scrambling to find a place to hide. Trying to climb off the bed, your foot gets caught in the sheets, and you tumble to the ground. Wooyoung's body shot forward to try to catch you, but it was too late. You fell to the ground with a muffled squeak and a thump, heart pounding in your chest.

You slap a hand over your mouth, body freezing when you hear the bedroom door open, thanking the heavens above that Hongjoong wouldn't be able to see you from the doorway.

"Oh, you're awake. Figured you'd still be sleeping." Hongjoong looks at the fox-eyed male who had just sat back down in bed, his hair once again a mess due to the panic. Wooyoung offered the older male a sleepy smile, telling him that he had forgotten to turn his alarm off. "Oh well, have you seen y/n? She's not in Yeosang's room?"

Wooyoung swallows thickly, jaw clenched tightly as he tries to will his heart to slow down, sure that Hongjoong could hear it from where he was standing. He then shook his head, maybe a little too fast, "No, I haven't seen her since last night, maybe try checking in with Dayhun?"

"Alright," Hongjoong taps the doorframe with a nod, either still far too tired to notice the awkwardness in the younger male's smile or just couldn't be bothered with it at the moment. Whichever it was, both you and Wooyoung were grateful for it. A yawn escapes Hongjoong's lips, and he covers it before speaking once more, "San ordered breakfast before he left for work."

"Thanks, Joong." Wooyoung thanked the tired male who just hummed before turning and walking back out of the room, the door latching quietly behind him, leaving the room in a still silence.

You let the silence linger in the air for a few long moments, making sure that Hongjoong wouldn't come back, before you slowly lifted yourself off the ground and peeked over the edge of the bed. Seeing you, Wooyoung, couldn't help but smile, then when you met his eyes, you both stifled laughs, the tension melting away.

"Stay here, I'll bring breakfast," Wooyoung tells you after catching his breath and helping you back onto the bed. You nod, situating yourself on the mattress and waiting patiently for the older male to bring back food.

After he got back, the two of you spent the majority of the day in Wooyoung's bedroom, just hanging out, seeing as the other two weren't home. San was gone, working at the car shop, while Hongjoong was probably off at the studio working on another one of his projects.

While the two of you talked or watched whatever you could find on the TV, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and happiness bubble in your chest. Grateful that you had confessed to Wooyoung—albeit not under the best circumstances, but you did nonetheless. You also thought about the bit of excitement that you would feel trying to sneak around to keep the others from finding out.

It was going to be fun, but you also hoped it wouldn't have to be like that forever.

The first week of sneaking around proved to be a lot more difficult than you had originally thought. You lost count of the times San or Hongjoong had almost caught the two of you together, leaving you to believe that you would have a heart attack before the end of the month.

Thankfully, as the weeks went on, you and Wooyoung managed to get into a rhythm that made it easier to go unnoticed. Sneaking into each other's rooms after everyone went to bed or early in the morning before classes. Even leaving with one another with the excuse that you wanted to 'save gas' or that your classes were in the same vicinity, when in reality they really weren't.

After the first month, things were easier, your lies were perfecting, and sneaking around felt like a piece of cake. All the initial stress about either of the guys or Dayhun finding out started to wash away with each passing day.

"This is so easy, I should change my career path to being a spy." Wooyoung jokes while you swat his arm as he pulls into the parking lot of your building.

"You're going to jinx us,"

"I am not, it's okay." He chuckles, turning to look at you after parking the vehicle, and you roll your eyes.

"If we get caught, I'm gonna blame you," You tell him, resulting in another chuckle, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers together before bringing them to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

"I'll gladly take that blame if it means I get to stay with you." He tells you the truth in his words, leaving you flustered, heat rising up your neck and warming your cheeks far too fast for you to catch.

"You're such a dork, but I've gotta go." You shake your head, a ghost of a smile tugging on the corners of your lips while Wooyoung looks at you with a love-sick grin.

"I'll be here after class to pick you up," He tells you, reluctantly releasing your hand and watching as you clamber out of the vehicle, bag in hand. You shut the door before walking over to his side as he rolls the window down, "I have practice tonight, but I'll be home afterward."

"Why don't we get pizza tonight? You're always exhausted after practice." You ask, a small pout forming on your lips, and Wooyoung smiles softly.

"You're so cute when you look after me," He teases, reaching out the window to pinch your cheek, and you swat his hand away with a quiet grumble, "but coach has us doing more drills tonight before the game, so I don't mind pizza."

"Good, because I wasn't gonna take a no for an answer." You tell him in a matter-of-fact tone, causing him to laugh, which in turn makes you smile. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you were sure it was Dayhun so you sighed, "I've gotta go, but I see you after class."

"Mhmm, see you then, beautiful." Wooyoung smiles, which only grows wider when you lean forward pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his lips before turning to walk away.

This became the new norm for the two of you, Wooyoung dropping you off at class, and the two of you relishing in the short, intimate moments you could share without prying eyes. You couldn't be happier where you were, and the weeks that followed seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, it had been three months since the confession that changed your life—for the better, of course.

You were sitting in the home ec. classroom, a small smile on your lips as you sent Wooyoung another text saying you'd see him at home after he got back from practice. Today was one of the rare days that you drove yourself to class because Wooyoung had an early practice, and you had planned on staying back to work on your design a bit more.

Setting your phone down, you wave goodbye to Professor Yang just before she walks out of the room, leaving you to do your own thing. Pulling out your tablet and stylus, you begin to work on your design, humming softly to yourself. You were so lost in your element that you hadn't even realized the pair of prying eyes that stood before you until she spoke.

"I don't know how you plan on finishing that before the contest; it'd be a shame to show up with an unfinished project." Yuki's voice sent a surge of annoyance through you, and you couldn't stop the sigh that left your lips before you looked up at her. "Oh come on y/n, don't be like that, I'd just hate to see you embarrass yourself in front of so many people."

Her words only make you scoff because you knew that's exactly what she wanted, but you weren't going to give her that satisfaction. However, you weren't able to say anything before the sound of footsteps was heard, and you saw your best friend glaring at the brunette who stood before you.

"Please, we all know that even a half-finished design from y/n would beat any completed design of yours any day." Dayhun scoffed with a roll of her eyes as she handed you one of the iced coffees in her hands before looking at Yuki with a raised eyebrow, daring her to go on.

Yuki looked at the ravenette in disbelief, her lips parting to say something, but nothing came out, so she stomped her foot like a child before turning and leaving the room. Watching her retreating figure, you couldn't help but giggle, sipping on your coffee before looking over at Dayhun, who had made herself comfy in the chair next to you.

"She's like a damn fly, I swear to god. I need to start carrying around a fly swatter at this point." Dayhun grumbles, causing you to burst out laughing as you go back to your design.

"Would that make me the honey?" You asked, casting a short glance at Dayhun with a smirk, and she nearly snorted, coughing on her own coffee.

The room then filled with Dayhun's rambling while you continued to work on your design, listening mindlessly to your best friend. You weren't even sure how much time had passed or when the conversation came around to a certain fox-eyed male.

"Did you hear, the guys on the baseball team are making bets that Wooyoung got into a relationship?" She smirks, eyes watching you attentively as your body goes stiff, panic crossing your features, but you quickly cover it. However, it wasn't fast enough, and Dayhun caught it, a wide smile spreading on her lips, "I knew it!"

She jumps out of her seat with a little happy dance, cheering that her plan had succeeded, causing you to look at her with wide, panic-filled eyes. You quickly set your stylus down before grabbing her arm and pulling her back down into her seat, shushing her.

"Please don't tell anyone," You pleaded with her, a blush settling over your features, and Dayhun smirks knowingly, patting your hand.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, scouts honor." She holds three of her fingers up, straightening her back, causing you to laugh softly, relief flooding your system, and you release her arm with a thankful glance.

Then the room slowly fills with her chatter once more as you turn back to your design, a soft smile on your lips as a small weight is lifted off your shoulder. Dayhun began to ramble about the colors that you were using for your design, praising you for your perfect blending, causing you to laugh.

"Speaking of designs, how far out is the competition again?" She asks, and you sit back in your seat, twirling the stylus between your fingers as you hum.

You let her grab your tablet to look over your design, a look of awe crossing her features, causing you to smile, "The competition is in about a month and a half."

"That's so soon." Dayhun gasps, wide eyes flickering up to meet yours, and you nod your head, telling her that you were almost ready to start making the dress. Your smile falters a little as you realize just how soon it was and start to wonder if you'd actually be able to accomplish everything in time. Noticing the shift in your expression, Dayhun sets your tablet back down before grabbing your biceps and shaking you softly. "You're gonna do amazing, I just know it, babes. Plus, who's the one that's won like a gazillion awards in the past?"

"I've only won four awards, Day." You laugh softly, your stomach slowly starting to unravel itself as you watch Dayhun roll her eyes.

"That's four more than some people around here." She states, and you knew that she was aiming that at someone in particular, even if she wasn't saying it outright. "Oh yeah, are you going to the charity that the school is hosting next Friday?"

A smile spreads across your face as you recall the announcement of the annual charity event that the university always holds at the end of spring. It was something that you had missed since you had been abroad, and you weren't going to miss it.

"Yeah, I'm going with the guys." You tell her, hitting the power button on your tablet, deciding that now was a good stopping point, and a smirk spreads on Dayhun's lips once more, causing you to let out a knowing sigh.

"You mean going with Wooyoung?" She teases while you roll your eyes, packing up your stuff before the two of you walk out of the room, deciding to grab dinner together while she rambles on about picking an outfit for the event and you listen just as you always have.

The day of the charity event, you went over to Dayhun's apartment to get around with the ravenette. You both laughed while eating snacks as you touched up your makeup. Then you were helping the girl fix her dress when she couldn't get it to zip up.

"There." You nod your head as you fixed the zipper and pulled it closed before Dayhun turned to look at you with a wide smile, "Ready to go?"

"Yes, ma'am, let's go before we're fashionably late." Dayhun hooks her arm with yours before pulling you out of the apartment and towards your car.

When the two of you got to the hotel that was hosting the event, you found San and Hongjoong standing outside, waiting. San had his hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks while Hongjoong was looking at his phone, probably talking to his boyfriend.

"Hey." You greeted them with a wide smile, eyes flickering around to search for the missing male, while Dayhun greeted the older males, "Where's Wooyoung?"

"His coach wanted to talk to him, so he went ahead," Hongjoong explains, hitting the power button on his phone and pocketing it to look up at you. A smile spreads on the dark-haired male's lips as he looks at your outfit, "You look good, another one of your designs?"

"Thank you, Joong, and yes, it is." You return his smile, doing a small twirl in your gown, and San lets out a low whistle, causing you to giggle, "c'mon, let's get inside before we miss the whole thing."

You link your arm with Dayhun's before walking into the hotel lobby with a wide smile, Dayhun giggling as she makes a comment on the unique decor that is strung around the interior. Hongjoong and San followed closely behind the two of you, smiles of their own adorning their features, as you lightened up the closer you got to the conference room that was holding the event inside.

Inside, you and Dayhun make a beeline for the food table, stomach grumbling at the sight of expensive food. The ravenette grabs just about everything on the table, causing you to laugh while grabbing a few pastries. You both walk off talking to one another, ignoring the few disapproving glances you were receiving from some of the older guests.

"So, where's your lover boy?" Dayhun asks, stuffing another bun into her mouth while you took a drink of the juice you had grabbed, cheeks growing warm due to her choice of words.

"I'm not sure, but there's Yunho. I'm gonna go ask him." You send her a quick smile, and she nods while chewing, taking your half-filled glass and watching you walk away.

You walk over to the tall brunette who was talking to another guy, someone you've seen passing the halls, Mingi, you believe his name was. Greeting both of them, Yunho sends you a smile while Mingi nods, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Have you seen Wooyoung by chance?" You asked, intertwining your hands in front of your body, and Yunho nods towards the doors.

"Yeah, he was just out in the hall with some of the other guys."

"Thanks, Yunho." You bow your head quickly with a smile, and he nods before you walk towards the doors. Your heart began to race slightly at the thought of seeing Wooyoung all dressed up, having only seen it a handful of times, and your smile grew wider.

However, your smile quickly vanished when you rounded the corner only to find Wooyoung with Yuki, her hand caressing his arm. You didn't want to believe it, thinking that Wooyoung wouldn't do anything like that, but when Yuki leaned even closer, you felt that hope start to crumble. Your heart dropped as you took a small, shaky step towards them to try and hear what she was saying, but as you came within earshot, you wished you hadn't.

"Don't be like that, y/n will never know." Yuki's voice was sickly sweet as she looked up at Wooyoung with hooded eyes, and she started to lean in for a kiss.

Bile crept up your throat along with anger and embarrassment as you quickly spun on your heel, walking away before you had a chance to watch your boyfriend kiss another girl. Tears well up in your eyes as questions start to swirl in your mind, wondering if your whole relationship was just a joke to him.

Making your way back into the room, you find Dayhun still standing near the food table, talking with a few girls that you didn't know, your drink still clutched in her hand. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you inhale deeply and walk towards her, tapping her shoulder.

"Hey, did you find Wooyoung?" She asked, handing you the juice that was sitting in her hands, and you shook your head, eyes looking around the room with a tight jaw. It didn't take a genius to figure out that something was wrong, and Dayhun was quick to ask.

"I'm fine." You tell her blandly, taking a drink while Dayhun looks at you with a deadpan look, saying she knew that you were in fact not fine, but didn't push when you didn't talk.

Dayhun brushed your strange behavior off and walked around with you as you mingled with the guests and answered any of your old professors' questions about your time abroad. It wasn't until she watched Wooyoung make his way towards you with a smile, only for you to take one glance and walk away, that she knew that it wasn't something small. She met Wooyoung's confused gaze with one of her own before she trailed after you.

This happened a few more times: Wooyoung would try to talk to you or just walk towards you, and you would walk away, actively avoiding him. Dayhun stood in place after the fourth time, blinking a few times, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on, but came up blank. She walked over to Wooyoung, turning to watch as you walk over to San, talking to him.

"What happened?" Dayhun asked, glancing over at Wooyoung, who watched you with furrowed eyebrows, just as confused as Dayhun, if not more.

"I have no idea, do you?" He looked over at the ravenette that shifted her gaze back towards you as you nodded at one of San's friends.

"Nope, but I'm sure I can figure it out. Hold on." She pats the older male's arm before grabbing the skirt of her dress and making her way towards you, determined to figure out what in the world was going on. Walking up to the small group that you had joined, she grabbed your bicep, offering the rest a sweet smile, "Sorry to interrupt, fellas, but I've gotta steal her real quick."

"Day— Hey!" You exclaim in shock when she forcefully pulls you away from the group and towards the doors, her grip strong, keeping you from breaking free despite your attempts. She didn't let go until you both were out in the hallway and the door latched shut behind you, moving so she was standing right in front of you.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked, eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion, while you just rolled your eyes.

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing, y/n. You don't just actively avoid Wooyoung like that. Like ever. So what's going on?" Dayhun stated, causing you to huff, obviously annoyed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Fine, I saw him and Yuki in the hallway together, alone." You start, bile starts to rise up the back of your throat as you recall what you saw. Dayhun started to say that it was nothing that she was probably just bugging him, but you held your hand up, "If you consider her kissing him 'just bugging him' then yeah, sure."

Dayhun's eyes grow wide in shock, not even sure if she had heard you correctly. The Wooyoung that had been head over heels for you since high school, the same one that pestered her for your new preferences since he found out she knew they were together. She couldn't believe that he would actually do something like that, much less anything that would hurt you.

"Babes… are you sure that's what happened?"

"I have eyes, Dayhun, I know what I saw." You were seething at this point, tears brimming in your eyes, and Dayhun felt horrible for even asking. She reached out to grab your arm, reassuring you that it might just be a misunderstanding, which only annoyed you further, and you pulled away from her.

"Y/n—" Dayhun starts, but the sound of the heavy doors closing caught both of your attention, and when you looked over only to find Wooyoung standing there, you could feel your anger build even more.

"Oh, this is just great." You curse under your breath, ready to leave the event entirely, whether Dayhun was ready or not. However, Wooyoung moved closer, blocking your only exit, and you glared at him.

"What's going on?" He asked, eyes trained on you, and confusion swam in his chocolate orbs.

"Nothing, why don't you go back and find Yuki?" You sneered, eyes narrowing further, but your comment only confused the male further, and he looked over at Dayhun, who let out a short laugh, taking a step back.

"Well, I'm gonna go… You two can figure this out." She excuses herself with a small bow of her head before turning and shuffling back towards the conference room, while you watched her, eyes growing wide before a groan fell from your lips.

"Hey…" Wooyoung's voice was soft as he gently grabbed your forearm, pulling your attention back to him, "What are you talking about? Why would I go find Yuki?"

You scoff, your hurt and anger finally bubbling over and causing you to snap, "Why wouldn't you? You two seemed pretty damn comfortable together earlier."

"We weren't—"

"Oh please Wooyoung, I have eyes I know what I fucking saw okay?" You hissed, trying hard to keep the tears in your eyes at bay while you glared at the long-haired male.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wooyoung snaps himself, growing annoyed the longer he was left in the dark as to what you were trying to insinuate.

"What am I talking about? Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that I saw you and Yuki in the hallway, alone, and watched her kiss you." You nearly yelled, voice slowly rising in pitch as you yanked your arms out of his grasp when he tried to grab you once more.

"Kiss me? No, I pushed her away, I wouldn't do—"

"Yeah, right," You scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, which only proved to further annoy Wooyoung, who was seconds away from losing his mind. He tried to explain it to you, but you barely let him get two words out without cutting him off, and eventually, he had had enough.

"Alright." He growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the hotel doors.

"Let me go, Wooyoung!" You hissed, trying to get out of his hold, but it was futile, seeing as his grip was far too strong, and you had no other choice but to let him drag you towards the parking lot.

The two of you made it to his car when you let out another snide comment about him and Yuki, and Wooyoung's jaw clenched tightly. Walking up to his car, he pushed you against the door, trapping you with his body as he grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you roughly, silencing your pointless grumbles. Your hands flew to the lapels of his suit jacket, balling the fabric into your fists, and he nipped at your bottom lip when he pulled away.

"I would never do that to you; you are and always will be the only one I love." He growled against your gloss-smeared lips, resting his forehead against yours as your eyes fluttered open, staring at him, "and I would do anything to prove that to you, got it?"

You didn't say a word as you stared at him, searching his eyes for any signs that he was lying, but all you found was sincerity. Guilt started to tug at your heart as you began to believe that it really was all just some miscommunication. Swallowing thickly, you move one hand to his jaw, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he grabs your wrist. You didn't give him a chance to say anything else before you were pulling him back down into another kiss, this one quickly growing more heated as he pressed his body against yours.

When it started getting too heated, Wooyoung pulled away reluctantly, chest heaving with ragged breaths as he looked at you, "We should probably go back to the house."

You looked up at him, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and it took all of Wooyoung's willpower not to just pull you into the car and call it good enough, but he wasn't about to let your first time be in the back of his car. So he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you away from the car, opening the passenger door and helping you inside before buckling the seatbelt for you.

The drive back to the house was filled with tense silence, the only sounds being the soft sounds of the AC and the radio playing a random station. The dark-haired male's hand rested on your thigh, just below the hem of your dress, and squeezed the soft flesh every time you shifted in your seat. Heat started to pool in the pit of your stomach, thighs clenching together and trapping his hand when his fingers brushed the inside of your thigh.

You weren't even sure how long it took to get back to the house, mind far too occupied by the way his hand kept creeping further up your thigh and the way you were sure that your underwear was soaked. But when you did make it back, Wooyoung pulled his hand from your thigh to shut the car off and climbed out of the vehicle.

Not a word was spoken as he pulled you from the car and dragged you into the house, only stopping long enough to throw his keys into the bowl and kick his shoes off, helping you undo your heels. Then he was leading you back to his bedroom, your back hitting his door as soon as it closed behind the two of you.

His lips were on yours in record time, stealing the air from your lungs and making you lightheaded. His fingers wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head while his knee pressed between your thighs. A sharp gasp fell from your lips when he latched onto your neck, nipping lightly at the skin but careful not to leave any visible marks.

"Woo…" You breathed out, hips rolling subconsciously against his thigh, and a shiver ran down your spine, settling in your heated core.

"Shh, baby, I've got you, I promise." He cooed against your skin before moving back until he could see your face, his heart seizing as he took in your hooded gaze, kiss-swollen lips parted just slightly as you tried so hard to gain that friction you desperately craved.

Without another word, Wooyoung was releasing your wrists and grabbing your thighs, hoisting you onto his hips. Your heart leaped at the sudden movement, arms wrapping around his neck while your legs locked around his waist. In seconds, Wooyoung's lips were back on yours as he walked towards the bed, laying you down on the soft mattress. Small whines fell from your lips as his hands wandered from your inner thigh to your core, pressing down enough to elicit an actual moan from your lungs.

Wooyoung pulled away from you so he could take in the way your face twisted in pleasure with every touch and how your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. It was a sight he had only believed he'd see in his dreams, but seeing it now, he knew the real thing was so much better than any dream his brain conjured up.

Your hands then moved, one to his shoulder while the other gripped the back of his neck to pull him back down to you. His lips met yours in a sweet, gentle kiss that made your whole body feel warm. Then, when he pulled away, Wooyoung watched in amusement as you tried to chase after him with a quiet whine, but he quickly pressed his lips back against yours. This kiss was far hungrier than the last, leaving you lying there breathless as his tongue prodded at your lips.

"Wooyoung," You breathed out as his hands moved to your hips, hiking your dress higher until your black lace panties were on full display. Wooyoung's eyes darkened with need as he took in the sight, locking one hand around your hip while the other moved back to your clothed slit. A choked moan caught in your throat when he pressed down against you, feeling your arousal soak through the fabric.

"You're soaked, babydoll," He teased, bringing his lips back down to your jaw, nipping at the heated skin while your hips fought against his hold to chase that friction. "This all for me?" He cooed against your skin, and you let out a shaky sigh as your fingers threaded through his once styled hair.

"Obviously."

"Ah, watch the attitude, love," He chuckled as he pulled away to look at you, but you could hear the stern undertones in his voice, causing your stomach to flutter, "I'd hate for our first time to turn into a punishment."

Your breath hitched as he looked up at you through his lashes, his pupils dilated in a way that told you he was far from joking. Swallowing thickly, you bobble your head, begging him for more, but your mind was quickly sent to orbit when his thumb found your clit with a click of his tongue.

"Let's use our words baby." He cooed, pressing further on your clit, causing your hips to jump, but he was quick to pin them back down to the mattress.

"P-Please, more Woo." You whined, back arching into his hand as he moved back down to your covered slit. The wet fabric of your panties stuck to your folds and let you whither underneath him, desperate for the barrier to disappear.

His pace was slow as he switched between teasing your leaking slit and pressing against your aching clit, watching as your jaw went slack with each movement. A series of whines and pleas fell from your lips as he slowly brought your body close to the precipice of your high.

"Wooy— nngghhh!" You choked out his name, eyes rolling back as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightens.

"Yes, o-oh my god." You hiccuped, hand moving to wrap around the back of his neck as you leaned up to press your lips against his. The kiss was anything but neat, a messy mixture of teeth and saliva, some dribbling past your lips and down your cheeks.

"Want more?" He murmurs against your lips and gasps when he teases the hem of your underwear, dazed eyes moving to meet his.

"Please, I need you, Woo, so bad." You tell him breathlessly, hips still fighting against his hold, and a foxy smirk spreads across his lips. Hearing you plead with him for his cock was like a wet dream he never wanted to wake from, his slacks growing even tighter. However, he knew better than to move too quickly; the last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

"I have to prep you first, beautiful," He coos, pressing a gentler kiss on the corner of your lips before he pulls away, hands moving to your biceps to help you sit up. Without another word, he leaned forward, reaching for the zipper of your dress, kissing your forehead in the process.

The next few moments were spent tugging and pulling each other's clothes off, both of you desperate to feel bare skin. Wooyoung's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of your bare body before him. While your eyes traveled down the firm planes of his torso, fingers reaching out to brush over the all too familiar tattoo on his ribs. His eyes flickered down to your hand before grabbing your wrist gently and pressing your palm against his chest, right over his heart, as he leaned over you once more, pressing his lips against yours in another messy kiss.

Wooyoung's hand then found your pussy once more, the feeling of his bare skin against your sensitive fold left you gasping into his mouth before he moved to your neck. A choked moan fell from your lips as he started to circle your sensitive bud, his lips pressing wet kisses along your jugular. He soaked in all of the noises you made as your fingers pressed into his shoulders and biceps.

“Woo—” You were cut off when he slipped a finger into your tight cunt, brushing over spots that you’ve never been able to reach. Tears pricked at your eyes as he kept a steady pace, watching you closely and studying all of the expressions you made.

"You're so tight, babydoll, squeezing my fingers so tight." Wooyoung teased with a faux pout as he added a second finger, stretching you further and leaving your eyes rolling. "Just imagine how good you'll feel wrapped around my cock." He chuckled, curling his fingers right against a spot deep in your walls, he pulls a loud, nearly pornographic moan from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Wooyoung!" You cried out, thighs beginning to tremble around his waist as he added a third digit into your fluttering walls.

You've never known you could stretch this much, not even any of your toys provided this kind of sensation, but god did you want more already. A shiver raced down your spine, settling in the pit of your stomach, and you could feel your high creeping up on you, only needing a little push. Noticing Wooyoung pressed his thumb against your twitching clit, circling the nub in tight circles, and that became your breaking point.

"Wooy— baby, fuck!" You cried out as he worked you through your orgasm, his lips pressing soft kisses from your jaw to your temple, whispering sweet praises against your skin. Once the high faded, it was quickly replaced by oversensitivity, making you whine and grab at Wooyoung's wrist.

You wanted to scream from the overwhelming pleasure, and Wooyoung watched with a cocky smirk, relishing in the way your eyes began to brim with tears. Your nails bit at his skin, unabashed moans falling from your lips as he worked you towards another orgasm.

"You look so cute like this, sweetheart, falling apart on just my fingers." Wooyoung's tone was mocking with a contradicting smile, but you couldn't hang on to it before your eyes were rolling back. Your high was right on the tip of your tongue, threatening to spill over.

Then he pulled his fingers out of your pussy, his lips ghosting your jaw as he pulled away, and you let out a pathetic whine.

"N-No. Woo, why?" You nearly cried as your high ebbed away, the tears that once sat on your waterline finally breaking free, and Wooyoung felt his cock twitch at the sight. Leaning forward, he kissed away the falling tears before finding your lips and sealing them in another searing kiss.

"I need to feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl," He cooed, kissing you again, and you cupped his face, thumb brushing over the skin underneath his eye. He had you so drowned in the taste of his lips against yours that you hadn't even realized he shoved his boxers down until his cock sprang free.

He began to pull away from you, but you were quick to grab his neck, pulling him back towards you, and he looked at you with widened eyes, "I'm on the pill, don't you dare pull away from me."

"Oh, you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." Wooyoung bit back a groan, kissing you deeply as he pressed your thighs further apart.

Grabbing himself at the base, he split your fold with his tip, dragging it across your drenched cunt. Your body jolted when he bumped against your clit, a soft gasp falling from your lips, only to be swallowed by his. Then he lined himself up with your entrance, but stopped, pulling away from your lips.

"You ready?" He asked, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitancy as you nodded, but then they fixed you with a knowing look, and you inhaled sharply.

"Y-Yes, please." You nod once more, fingers tugging at his skin, desperate to feel him fully against you.

The stretch was like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he continued to fill you. “Ah, focus on me, love,” Wooyoung whispered softly, coaxing your eyes open, and you looked at him as tears started to spill from the corner of your eyes. “Good girl.” 

You moan at the praise, his length still pushing you until he finally buried himself to the hilt. Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape from the feeling of being stuffed full. Wooyoung groaned as his face fell to the crook of your neck; you were squeezing him so tightly that if he were to move right now, he’d cum.

“W-Woo…” You gasped as he unintentionally rolled his hips against yours. He quickly apologized before stilling his hips, his hand finding yours to interlock his fingers with yours.

Your body felt like it had been transported to cloud nine, every nerve ending firing with pleasure as Wooyoung's heavy cock sat snug in your walls. This was something that you could never achieve on your own, and that alone was making your need grow tenfold. After a few moments, the lack of movement was starting to drive you mad, and you tugged at Wooyoung's hair, pulling his eyes back to yours.

"Baby, move, please." You breathed out, eyes fluttering when his warm breath washed over your damp skin.

A choked moan tore from your lips when he rolled his hips into yours, pleasure washing over you in waves as he hit all the right spots in one single stroke. Wooyoung released your wrist and hand to grab your hips when you gave him the green light to move.

Stars danced across your vision as he pulled out before snapping his hips right back into yours. Your fingers dug into the sheets from the overwhelming pleasure. 

The mixture of your moans and Wooyoung's groans bounced off the walls as he fucked you, his fingers digging into the plush fat of your hips. He leaned down, pulling you into a kiss that was more of a mixture of clashing teeth and spit, but neither of you cared. Your nails dug into his biceps, sure to leave marks and maybe even break the skin.

It didn't take long before that familiar knot began to coil in the pit of your tummy once more, leaving you whining into the dark-haired male's mouth. Wooyoung peppered your cheek and jaw in kisses before moving to your neck and collarbones, nipping at the skin, no longer caring if he left marks or not.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," He growled, eyes fluttering as you tightened around him, and he knew that he wasn't going to last very long at this rate. However, he sure as hell wasn't going to cum until he felt you come undone around him.

"Woo— fuck! Baby, I'm so close, please." You cried out, clinging to him as your high crept up your spine, threatening to wash over you at any moment.

"Then cum, sweetheart, make a mess on my cock," He murmured, lips coming down to meet yours in a messy, spit-filled kiss, and that was your tipping point.

You came with nearly a scream of his name, back arching against his chest, and mouth falling open as Wooyoung swallowed all your sounds. He continued to fuck you through your high, a high-pitched whine pulling from his throat when you squeezed around him like a vice, nearly pushing him over the edge.

"That's it, babydoll…" Wooyoung bit back another groan, watching as your whole body started to tremble, and a small cry of his name fell from your lips. "Just a little bit more, pretty, I promise."

You let out a gasp when he leaned over you, latching his lips onto yours, and your eyes rolled again. The sudden change in positions was enough to make your brain blank out; any coherent thought that may have been left was now gone. Shockwaves were shot through your whole nervous system as he continued to roughly fuck into you.

Wooyoung bit down on your collarbone when he felt himself getting close, relishing in the way your body responded to the pain. He just couldn't get enough of your sweet cunt or the pretty sounds that fell from your kiss-swollen lips.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," He cooed, lips brushing against your ear as your hand wrapped around his neck, another weak whine escaping your lips. You knew he was getting close by the way his hips faltered and his groans turned into whines.

With a few more thrusts, you came undone underneath him once more, and he followed quickly behind you. His cock twitched as he spilled his cum deep into your womb, a loud whine, almost a whimper, falling from his lips as he continued to fuck into you slowly. His hips rocked against yours, riding out both of your highs until he came to a stop.

His body collapsed on top of yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly as you caught your breath. Wooyoung pressed soft kisses along the expanse of your chest and neck before leaning over you once more.

"I love you so much." He murmurs against your skin, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips, and you sigh contentedly.

The two of you stayed like that for a long moment before he pulled away, latching his lips on yours. This kiss was sweet and soft, nothing like the hungry ones from just mere moments ago, and your heart skipped. You melted into his touch, never wanting to lose the taste of him on your lips, and a whine fell from your lips when you did.

"Stay here, I'm gonna go grab a washcloth." He tells you, his soft chocolate eyes staring down at you, and you nod with dazed eyes, not fully trusting your own voice at the moment.

Then he was pulling out of you, biting his tongue to keep the whine that bubbled in his throat at bay while you gasped softly. Once he was out, he leaned over to press a gentle kiss on your forehead before grabbing his boxers, pulling them on, and making his way out of the bedroom.

After he came back and got you cleaned up and grabbed you a new pair of underwear before you both climbed into bed, pulling the covers over your near-naked bodies. You lie next to Wooyoung, your body pressed against his as you draw shapes on his chest with the tip of your finger. A small pout forms on your lips when his hand rests comfortably on your waist, relishing in your bare skin against his.

"Hey Woo," Your voice was soft as you turned your head to look at him, chin resting on his chest while he looked down at you, "I'm sorry for snapping earlier and for jumping to conclusions. I was just scared that you thought what we had was some joke."

"I'm sorry too, love, but I promise that what we have is nowhere near a joke." He reassured you, squeezing your waist softly as he spoke, "I pushed Yuki away the moment she tried to kiss me and went to find you."

"Promise?" You asked as your bottom lip jutted out slightly, causing a smile to tug at the corner of Wooyoung's lips.

He chuckles softly when your pouts deepen and grabs your hand that was still resting on his chest, bringing it to his face, pressing his lips gently against your wrist.

"I promise." He murmurs against your skin, eyes flickering to yours, "cross my heart and hope to die."

His words cause you to giggle, and you move the hand that was in his hold to pinch his cheek, "You're so cheesy."

"You love me, though." Wooyoung quips with a smirk, and you roll your eyes, letting your hand fall back down to his shoulder.

"I do… I really do." You omit as you lay your head back down on his chest, not missing the way his heartbeat quickens under your ear, and a smile forms on your lips.

"I love you too, pipsqueak." He whispered against the top of your head before pressing a kiss against your hair and shutting the bedside lamp off, letting the two of you fall into a peaceful slumber.

—

The next morning, you and Wooyoung woke up shortly after ten, spending another hour tangled in the sheets with one another. Then, finally, when you both get up, you decide you need a shower after last night's activities. So you began gathering your stuff from your bag that you had moved discreetly to the fox-eyed male's room.

Wooyoung, being well himself, declares that you could take a shower together, saying that it could 'save water,' but you knew better. However, you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him no when he flashed you his wide boba eyes, so you agreed, and before long, you both were huddled in the shower.

You weren't sure how long the two of you messed around in the shower, wasting perfectly good hot water, before you finally finished up and stepped out.

"Come on, babe, don't leave me alone," Wooyoung whined, but you just rolled your eyes before telling him that you'd be in the room before opening the bathroom door.

You barely got the door shut before a surprised yelp fell from your lips when you almost ran right into Hongjoong. The older male looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and you began to panic. Neither he nor San was supposed to be home until later in the afternoon.

"H-Hey Joong." You greet the male and mentally facepalm as you stumble over your words. Your fingers tightened around the bathroom door handle, hoping that Wooyoung wouldn't come out yet.

Yet just as the universe would have it, your grip slipped when Wooyoung turned the handle, and the door flew open.

"Pipsqueak, why are you just..." Wooyoung's voice trails off as he meets Hongjoong's eyes, and both males' eyes grow wide while you're left grimacing.

"You!" Hongjoong lifted a hand, pointed between the two of you, and you could feel heat flushing your face, nearly making you lightheaded.

The noise seemed to have caught more attention, and before you knew it, you heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Squeezing your eyes shut, eyebrows scrunching together, you could only hope they wouldn't turn this into a huge thing.

"What's going on— oh my god!" San exclaims as he catches sight of you and Wooyoung huddled in the doorway of the bathroom. "Yunho owes me twenty bucks." He mumbled to himself, earning an unamused look from you before your attention was brought back to Hongjoong.

"How long?"

"Since the morning after the party," Wooyoung tells him, followed by a nervous chuckle, and Hongjoong's eyes grew wider if possible as he began to put all the puzzle pieces together.

"Please don't tell Yeosang." You plead, pressing your hands tightly together and rubbing your palms against one another.

The older male's eyes flickered between the two of you, an obvious conflict raging behind his eyes. However, after a few long beats of silence, his face relaxed, and he let out an almost defeated sigh.

"Fine, I won't say anything, but you'd better figure out how to tell him yourselves." He looked between you and Wooyoung expectantly, leaving you feeling nearly relieved. Yet the pair of eyes that were burning into your skull had you looking over to find San looking at you with a cheeky smile. Turning his head, Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking again, "Neither will he, but don't expect us to cover for you either."

You quickly nod, tears threatening to well up in your eyes, "Thank you, Hongjoong."

Then you darted towards Wooyoung's bedroom, leaving the male to stand there in nothing but a pair of sweats and a towel hanging from his neck. Hongjoong then began lecturing him, but those words were left unheard by you as you walked into the room, deciding to distract yourself with your design. However, as you went to grab your bag, you realized that it was not where you normally leave it.

You begin to panic once more for a completely different reason, looking around the room. Soon, your search turned into frantic rummaging, trying to rack your brain for where you could've possibly left it.

"Hey, beautiful, did you want— whoa, what's going on?" Wooyoung cut himself off as he walked into the room, seeing the panic on your face. You didn't hear him walk in, much less talk, until he was grabbing your shoulders, forcing your attention on him, something he's done countless times. "What are you looking for?"

"My bag. It's gone, and my tablet with all my designs is in it. I could've sworn I sat it down here..." You began to ramble as you broke from your boyfriend's grip to search once more.

"Hey, hey, hey." Wooyoung was quick to grab your attention once more when you began to spiral, his warm hands cupping your face so you couldn't pull away easily. "I'm sure if it's not here, you probably just left it at the venue last night in the heat of the moment."

"What if it's not? Everything is on there, I can't lose it. Not when the compet—" Your breath catches in your throat when you feel Wooyoung's plush lips against yours, silencing your rambling and quieting the noise in your head. Your body finally starts to relax, and you bring one hand up to grab his wrist, melting into his touch.

After a few moments, Wooyoung breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, breaths still mingling together as he speaks, "Let's get dressed, and we can go look for it, okay?"

"Thank you, Woo." You whisper, eyes fluttering as he pulls you into another kiss before you both part to quickly get around before leaving the house, promising coffee to the other two when you get back.

During the ride to the hotel where the charity event was held, Wooyoung's hand never left your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh reassuringly. You tried not to let the nerves eat you alive as you watched the building blur by, but there was this nagging voice in the back of your mind that had your stomach twisting violently.

However, when you got to the hotel, you walked through the revolving doors, Wooyoung following close behind. Your eyes scanned the lobby, looking for a worker, since there wasn't anyone at the reception desk. Then you saw an older woman in cleaning attire walking by, and you quickly made your way towards her, catching her attention in the process.

"Hello," You greet her, bowing your head quickly before meeting her surprised gaze, "do you guys have a lost and found? I left something here during the charity event last night." You explain to her, and she shakes her head softly, and your heart drops.

"We don't have a lost and found, but I did find a messenger bag last night while cleaning up after the event." She explains, wrapping her hands around the handle of the mop she had been holding, and your shoulders visibly relaxed.

Wooyoung rests his hand on the small of your back as you offer her a smile, "Can I see it, please?"

The older woman looks between you and the long-haired male behind you for a moment before returning your smile and nodding her head. She picked up the mop before leading you towards the back of the hotel, holding the staff room door open for you and Wooyoung. Stepping inside, she walks over to a locker, opens it, and a wave of relief washes over you when you see your bag sitting inside.

"We're typically supposed to turn these in to the office, but the guard inside has a habit of stealing things, so I kept it back here just in case someone came looking." She explained, stepping away from the locker, and you looked at her in appreciation.

"Thank you so much, my wallet is inside with my ID to confirm." You tell her, but she just shakes her head with a soft smile, grabbing the back to hand it to you.

"No need, dear, you seem genuinely shaken about losing it. Make sure not to leave it anywhere else; it'd be a shame if something were stolen." She gives you this motherly look, and you nod your head, thanking her one last time after promising that you wouldn't leave it anywhere else.

She then leads you back out of the room before parting ways to continue her work while you and Wooyoung make your way back towards the entrance. You open the bag, making sure that your tablet is still inside with everything else, and your shoulders relaxed when you find that everything is accounted for. Wooyoung chuckles before he wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him with a wide grin on his face.

"See, I told you that everything would be okay." He quips in that smart ass tone you've come to love, even if it annoyed you to your wits' end.

You roll your eyes while throwing the strap of your bag over your shoulder just as you make it outside the building. Coming to a stop, you turn to face the fox-eyed male, grabbing his hand in yours before leaning up to kiss him softly, leaving the male standing there with a shit-eating grin.

"Thank you, Wooyo." You thanked him, and Wooyoung squeezed your hand before sealing his lips over yours once more, not getting enough of your taste.

After a few long moments, you both break apart, and he smiles at you, "Come on, let's go grab lunch."

"What about the coffee we promised the guys?"

"They can wait," Wooyoung shrugs, flashing you a cocky smirk, knowing very well he'd get another earful the moment the two of you walked back into the house hours after you had promised to be back.

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of your chest before you were nodding your head, letting him pull you back towards his car.

After classes on Monday, you made your way to Professor Yang’s office, a smile spread on your face at the thought of your design being almost finished. The older woman had wanted to talk to you about the competition to make sure that you would be ready.

“There’s only about a month and a half left, y/n. I don’t want you to run into any issues if you aren’t ready.” Professor Yang looked at you from her spot next to her bookshelves. “Is your design finished?”

You offer her a smile as you walk mindlessly around her room, just as you have many times since the first year you started college, “it’s almost done, I’m just adding some finishing touches…”

Your voice trails off, eyebrows scrunching together as your eyes spot a design sitting on the wooden desk, partially hidden under a folder. The room seems to close in around you as you take in the all too familiar design, colors, and patterns. The very ones that had been in your design.

Your heart starts to race in your chest as your shaky hand moves to grab the paper. A sudden wave of nausea crashes over you, the design—your design—was signed with someone else's name that you couldn’t quite make out.

“Oh, another student who’s competing turned that in this morning,” Professor Yang explains, setting down the water bottle she had been using to water her plants when she noticed where your attention was, “beautiful, isn’t it?”

However, you couldn’t respond to her; hell, you doubt you even heard the last half of her sentence. Your ears were ringing so loud you were sure that you’d go deaf, and the sickening feeling in your stomach only grew the longer you stared at the dress design that was sitting in your hands.

‘Who had taken it and how? When would they have even gotten the chance to take it?’

So many questions started to flood your mind, but then your heart nearly stops in your chest as the realization crashes into you like a freight train. You had forgotten your bag at the venue Saturday night after leaving with Wooyoung. The paper in your hand flutters down to the desk as your fingers go slack, tears brimming in your eyes, and panic starts to settle deep in your bones.

Your tablet had been in your bag.

“E-Excuse me,” You quickly excuse yourself, snatching your bag off the couch and making a beeline for the door. Professor Yang’s calls for you fell on deaf ears as you raced down the hallways; the sounds of your shoes hitting the linoleum echoed all around you.

You weren't even sure when you had made it to your car or how you even made it back to the house without being pulled over, though you were sure that you had ran a few red lights along the way. None of that mattered to you at the moment, what mattered to you was finding your tablet. You didn't even bother pulling the keys from the car ignition when you raced towards the house, burst through the front door.

"Holy!" Hongjoong, who had been sitting on the recliner with his guitar, exclaimed, wide eyes turning to face you. The words he had started to say died on his tongue the moment he caught sight of your teary eyes when you walked toward the couch. "Hey, y/n, are you okay?"

However, his question falls on deaf ears as your eyes scan the room before landing on the device that was still lying on the coffee table. Untouched.

Your ears began to ring as you rushed over, dropping to your knees, you scrambled to grab the tablet with shaky hands. You furiously wipe tears from your face as you turn the device on and unlock it, choking back a sob, you open your design app.

The room started to spin around you, threatening to close in as you only found an empty folder. Sobs racked your lungs as you tried to reload the screen or even check the trash, but it was all futile.

"T-They're gone." You choked out between sobs, fingers tightening around the device as your tears splashed on the screen. "All of them are gone."

"What? What's gone?" Hongjoong asked, worry laced in his words as he sat his guitar to the side before standing to move towards you. His heart lurches into his throat when you turn to face him, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

"I was in P-Professor Yang's office and…" You inhale deeply trying to keep the sobs at bay, "and I saw my design on her desk." You continue as Hongjoong crouches down, laying his hand on your trembling shoulder, his eyebrows scrunching confusion.

"Isn't that a good thing?" He asked, squeezing your shoulder gently but you hiccuped with a shake of your head.

"It wasn't my submission."

The room falls into silence, your soft cries filling the space as you desperately tried to find your deleted designs. Hongjoong's eyes went wide as he realized what you were insinuating and his eyes flickered to the tablet.

"Have you told your professor? I'm sure she wouldn't let it slide if you show her your design—"

"What design, Joong?" You asked, turning to look at him with furrowed eyebrows, "everything I had was on this tablet and now it's all gone, I have no proof."

Your chest felt so tight as if it were trying to collapse in on itself, and all you wanted to do was scream; a mixture of despair and rage bubbled in your chest. Hongjoong was quick to grab the device when you tried to throw it, setting it off to the side as you cried, the sound breaking the older male's heart. You couldn't hold it in anymore and leaned forward, resting your forehead on the cool surface of the coffee table, tears dripping from the tip of your nose onto the ground beneath you.

"It's over, all of it. What am I supposed to do now?" You choke out, heart shattering in your chest as you saw your one chance to make it big into the design world crumble right before your very eyes. Fingers curling into fists you softly bang your head on the table, the pain seeming to be the only thing to drown out the nagging voices in your mind.

"Y/n, stop that, you're going to hurt yourself." Hongjoong scolds you, placing his hand on the table under your head to soften the blow as more sobs racked your body. Then before you could even process it he was pulling your body into his, holding you to his chest and your breath caught in your throat for a moment.

His warmth seemed to chase away to chill that was threatening to close in and you felt a new wave of emotions wash over you, more sobs racked your burning lungs. Hongjoong didn't say a word as he let you cry, his hand caressing your arms as he tried to comfort you to the best of his ability. Once your sobs died down into sniffles he smoothed down that hair on the back of your head before speaking.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you're extremely gifted, and I know that we can figure something out, okay?" He reassured you, watching as you slowly pull away from him to wipe your face with the back of your hand, tired eyes meeting his.

You were exhausted, mind running a million miles knowing that your chance had already been blown away with the wind, but you nodded nonetheless. However, as Hongjoong looked at you, he could see the defeat in your eyes, and he could only let out a soft sigh.

"C'mon, sit on the couch I'll go make tea." He gently grabs your arms and helps you sit on the sofa and you just sank into the cushions, a distant look in your eyes. Chewing on his bottom lip softly he moves around the couch towards the kitchen while pulling his phone out of his pocket, messaging the only person he could think of.

Maybe forty minutes later, the front door opened and Wooyoung walked in, worry swimming in his chocolate orbs. He sat his baseball gear off to the side and slipping out of his shoes before walking toward Hongjoong who was standing in the doorway of the dining room. Wooyoung's eyes flicker over to your still form that was still sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the table in front of you.

"How is she?" Wooyoung asked softly and Hongjoong sighed, eyes moving to look at the younger male.

"I managed to get her to calm down a bit, but she's still pretty upset," Hongjoong explains, and Wooyoung glances at him with a nod before he moves towards you.

Wooyoung rounds the couch, his heart breaking at the sight of dried tear stains on your puffy cheeks. Taking another step towards you, he crouches down next to you, eyes flickering to the now-cold mug of tea in your hands that had been long forgotten about. Letting out a soft breath of air the fox-eyed male reaches forward to grab the forgotten mug, which in turn pulled your attention to him.

He sets the mug down on the coffee table before turning and taking your hands into his and your breath hitches, tears pooling in your eyes once more. Your heart flutters when he brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist, his lips lingering for just a moment.

"It's gonna be okay, love," he whispers against your skin, eyes flicking up to meet yours just as the first tear falls. "You can come up with another design, I know you can."

"W-With what Woo? I have nothing and there's only a month left." Your voice shook, fingers wrapping around his thumb that was pressed against your palm.

Wooyoung's jaw tightened slightly before he reached up with his free hand, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears, "how about this, I'll do everything in my power to help, but I need you to eat dinner."

"I'm not hungry." You mumble, dropping your hand to your lap and Wooyoung pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he watched you avert your gaze.

"Not even if I make your favorite?" He asked and as if your body was trying to betray you, your stomach let out a low grumble causing heat to flush your face while the dark-haired male chuckled, squeezing your hand, "thought so, come on you can keep me company."

He didn't give you a chance to protest before he was standing and pulling you up from the couch. You wanted to tell him that you were just fine on the couch, but as he flashed you his signature smile, you swallowed those words and followed him into the kitchen, where he pulled a chair in for you to sit.

You felt a small weight lift off your chest as you watched Wooyoung fall into his element, cooking the dish that you had come to love since childhood. He told you about his end-of-term culinary exam and that he planned on making this dish, which had your stomach fluttering.

"Here, taste test." He turned to look at you, holding out and spoon, waiting as you slowly stood and walked over. You gently grab his wrist before taking the spoon into your mouth, letting the taste flood your taste buds. Despite the gloom you had been feeling your eyes light up slightly at the all too familiar taste and Wooyoung chuckles before putting the spoon in his mouth, eating the rest of it. "Good right?"

Your ears burned as you realized what he had just done and he smirked before leaning towards you, lips merely inches from yours. He teases you, relishing in the way your eyes went wide and your face flushes before you were swatting at his chest with low grumbles. Then he was pulling you into a gentle kiss, one that had you melting in his embrace in seconds and when you pulled apart a small smile tugged on your lips which in turn had Wooyoung smiling.

"There it is." He whispered softly before pressing another, quick kiss on your lips and you shook your head after stepping back so he could finish cooking.

Once Wooyoung was finished cooking dinner, you tried to help him set the table, but both he and San were quick to stop you. Dayhun, who had shown up after San called her, had you sit down with her while the boys finished setting things up. She tried her best to reassure you, her hand squeezing yours after you told her the full extent of what happened.

Then after dinner you all filed into the living room to watch a movie in hopes that it would lift your spirits. You were curled up into Wooyoung's side with San sat on your other side and Dayhun was sprawled out on the loveseat, leaving the recliner to Hongjoong.

Your fingers mindlessly played with the fabric of Wooyoung's shirt, eyes scanning the TV as the movie played. None of it was sticking in your head, mind far too occupied by your stolen design to focus on much else. Despite all your friends' reassurance, you couldn't help but feel defeated knowing that not only were you losing out on this competition, you had also lost one of your most precious deigns to someone you didn't even know the name of.

"I got it!" Wooyoung suddenly exclaims, his loud voice pulling you from your thoughts abruptly and making you jump. You didn't even get a chance to question him before he was standing and darting down the hallway, leaving the rest of you to watch in confusion.

After a few long moments his footsteps echoed down the hall once more and he rounded the corner with a wide grin on his face, holding a piece of paper up.

"You could use this as the base for your new design." He tells you, his voice hopeful as he walked towards you, holding the paper out to you while San reached over to turn on the table lamp.

"This…" Your eyes went wide as you took in the design that was being held out to you. Reaching out with shaky hands you took the paper from Wooyoung's hands, fresh tears brimming in your eyes. "This is from high school, how did you even…"

Wooyoung nodded, moving to sit back down next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist before pointing at the half-finished rough sketch, "you never stopped talking about it back then and I could see how much you loved it even when you didn't finish it so I kept it."

"But I threw it away." You told him, wide eyes moving to meet his, and he smiles sheepishly, hand moving to rub the back of his neck.

"I saw it and took it out, but good thing I did. You can finally finish it!" He tells you brightly and you couldn't help the way that your heart swelled in your chest.

"It's perfect." You murmur almost too quietly but the wide smile on your face was enough and Wooyoung squeezes your waist as he presses a kiss to the side of your head while the rest cheer in victory. However, the victory was short lived as your smile quickly faded, "but I won't have enough time."

"Don't worry about that, I'll help you," Hongjoong reassured you, and you looked at him with wide, teary eyes. He had always been the one you looked up to when it came to designing, and you should've known that he'd help, but it didn't keep you from feeling surprised.

"And you know I'll help, babes, I am your model after all," Dayhun tells you, flipping her hair over her shoulder dramatically, causing you to laugh softly, the sound causing the three males to smile.

You let your gaze fall back on to the half-finished design in your hands and you finally, finally felt that pressure lift from your chest, replaced with a newfound hope that maybe everything will work out in the end.

The weeks that followed were filled with you tirelessly working on your new design, all of the feelings that you had once felt for the piece came flooding back you carefully added new layers. With each passing day you could feel that hope growing and both Hongjoong and Dayhun helped however they could.

"This piece is cut and set, just needs to be sewn," Hongjoong told you as he brought over pieces of fabric that needed sewing, which you quickly thanked him before doing exactly that.

"Knock knock." The sound of your boyfriend's voice cut through the air and you quickly glanced up with a bright smile, greeting the fox-eyed male before focusing back on the task at hand. Hongjoong walks over to Wooyoung, blocking his view of the gown that you had spent weeks tirelessly working on.

"What brings you here?" Hongjoong asked, watching as Dayhun walks over to you to grab the piece you just finished and Wooyoung shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"I'm here to drag my girlfriend away for an intervention." He informed the older male who quickly flashed him a smile and Dayhun perked up at the mention of a break while you just tuned the conversation out.

"Yes a break is a good idea, though you may have to carry her away." Dayhun jokes as she nudges you, but you just grumble at her, saying you were too busy for a break. However, in the blink of an eye an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you away from the machine.

"Wooyoung, put me down I need to finish!" You protest, tugging at his arm but to no avail and he carried you towards the door as Hongjoong and Dayhun waved with wide smiles.

"We'll finish prepping everything you go enjoy your date." Dayhun winks at you and your face flushes as you stop fighting to get out of your boyfriends grip.

Knowing that you weren't getting out of taking a break you sighed, pinching his side resulting in a pitched yelp.

"What was that for?" He exclaimed, releasing you to rub his now-sore side while you giggle softly and wrap your arms around his. "I come to take you on a nice date and this is what I get in return?"

"Oh you big baby, want me to kiss it better?" You roll your eyes playfully, walking down the hall with Wooyoung and he looks over at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Already knowing your answer you lean up, pressing your lips to his cheek before pulling away, "there, better?"

"Not quite, it still hurts." He pout, his bottom lip jutting out and you knew exactly what he was wanting. Laughing you shake your head before pulling the both of you to a stop to you could grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss which he melted into in an instant.

"Now is it better?"

"Hmm, I could go for another one." He teases with a smirk and you roll your eyes, pushing his face away resulting in him laughing. The sound bounced off the walls and made your stomach flutter, cheeks warming as you adored the smile on his face.

"Come on, let me see what you dragged me away for." You slide your hand into his, intertwining your fingers and allowing him to whisk you away to the picnic date he had worked on for the better half of the day, ending the night with you stargazing and you couldn't be happier where you were.

The following days repeated just the same, you'd work with Hongjoong and Dayhun on your gown, making adjustments as needed, then Wooyoung would whisk you away at the end of the week for a much needed break. He knew how much this competition meant to you, but he also wasn't going to let you overwork yourself or even let you go without eating so he made sure to pack you lunch. He even left little notes in your lunch box that brought a smile to your face whenever you saw them and you knew that you would forever be grateful for him.

For him and all of your friends.

Then the day of the competition came around and your nerves were on an all-time high as you stood with Dayhun in the dressing room, making final adjustment to the gown. Dayhun's chatter filled the room and brought you a sense of comfort knowing that you weren't in this alone and you pulled away with a soft smile.

"So have you figured out who the guest judge is?" Dayhun asked, lowering her arms when you took a step back.

You shook your head, setting your needle on the vanity before turning back to your best friend, "no, all I've heard is they're a foreigner."

"Oh, must be a pretty big deal for them to bring a foreigner." Dayhun hummed as she gently grabbed the skirt of the gown, doing a slow twirl, and the lights reflected off the red and white fabric beautifully. "However, you have nothing to worry about because this dress is absolutely beautiful, y/n."

Warmth climbed up yours neck and settled over your face in one rush as you recalled why you had initially designed this dress. Not a word would be spoken about it, but you knew that you had started designing this dress as your dream wedding dress. Looking back on it now made you beyond embarrassed, but also a little giddy thinking about that little girl once more.

"Contestants, please begin to gather for the runway show." You heard a woman's voice cackle over the intercom, and you felt that same anxiety creeping back up your spine.

"Don't worry, y/n, you've got this in the bag." Dayhun stepped down from the stand and walked over to you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Inhaling deeply, you let your eyes flutter close for a moment before letting that same breath and turning to look at Dayhun with the very confident smile she was so used to, "you're right, let's go kick ass."

You and Dayhun walk out of the dressing room, arm in arm with wide smiles as you laughed over something she had said. Once you got backstage you released Dayhun's arm as they called for the models and wished her a good luck then stepping back to watch from the screens.

You crossed your arms over your chest loosely as you watched everyone's models walk down the runway, a smile spread on your lips at all the beautiful designs. However, when one model walked out, your smile faltered, and your stomach twisted into knots. There was your original design, the colors and gems glimmering just as you had imagined them and your body broke out into a cold sweat.

"It's a pretty design don't you think?" Yuki's voice crept down your spine, leaving goosebumps to rise in its wake and your head snapped in her direction. "It's a shame you stand no chance at winning now." She gave you a faux sympathetic smile and your eyebrows scrunched together. She hadn't even been in this competition, saying it was below her, but as she stood before you the pieces started to connect.

"You stole my design." The words came out as more of a statement rather than a question, because you knew that she had taken it. She had always been trying to one up you, even during high school, so it shouldn't be a surprise that she would try it again when she saw you had such a huge opportunity. But you never expected her to stoop as low as to steal your design.

A smug smile spread across Yuki's face as she stepped towards you and you instinctively took one back, "You really put a lot of thought into those notes, thanks for that by the way."

"You—"

"Please welcome our designers to the stage!" The announcers voice interjected and you just glared at Yuki, letting your hands fall to your side.

Trying to shake away the anger you, let your shoulders relax before looking Yuki up and down, "karma is a bitch and you can't hide from her." You told her calmly before shoving past her and towards the curtains to the main stage, leaving her to glare at your back.

Stepping onto the stage you smiled at the crowd, walking with confidence as you made a beeline for Dayhun who was already smiling at you. Moving to stand next to her, she could tell that something was wrong and leaned over, whispering quietly, "what's wrong?"

"Yuki was the one who stole my original design." You gritted the words out of your teeth and you could feel Dayhun's shoulders stiffen next to you, her eyes instantly finding the brunette that was standing next to her model that was wearing your dress. However, she couldn't say a word before the announcer gathered everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone and welcome to the annual end of summer fashion contest." The woman's voice carried throughout the large room and you found yourself searching the crowd for the rest of your group. "Next lets welcome our guest judge, Matteo Russo!"

Upon hearing his name, your head snapped over to the announcer before following the light beams and seeing the man who had taught you so much during your time in Italy. He was wearing one of the suits that he had designed and you only knew that because he had you help him finish it. Turning his head Matteo caught your eye, he offered you a smile with a nod of his head before he took his seat at the judges table.

You felt bile creep up your throat as well as anxiety clawing up your spine, but you weren't given a chance to dwell on it when the judges started asking each contestant questions about their work. Intertwining your fingers in front of your body you drowned out most of them, focusing on your own, at least until you heard Yuki's name and your head perked up.

"Tell me Ms Kyoto, what inspired your work?" Matteo asked, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs as he looked at the brunette and she offered him a smile, one you had so desperately wanted to wipe away since she spoke to you earlier.

"The setting sun was my biggest inspiration for this piece. I have always loved the colors of the sunset and wanted to capture those colors in my design." She began explaining, and you couldn't help but scoff quietly with a roll of your eyes. Dayhun grabbed your arm and squeezed gently.

You looked over at her with a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes, though you have come to terms that someone had stolen your design it didn't mean that it hurt any less when you watched someone try to claim it as their own.

Matteo nodded with a thoughtful look before uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, pointing a finger at her and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. You knew that something was about to happen and anxiety started to prick at your skin.

"Miss Kyoto, if you're going to plagiarize someone else work don't you think you should at least know the original source of inspiration?" Matteo asked, gesturing towards the dress the model next to Yuki was wearing and your eyes went wide while Yuki's shoulder's stiffen. The audience behind the man broke out into hushed whispers and you looked at Matteo who was looking at Yuki with a raised eyebrow. Yuki on the other hand looked like she was about to blow a fuse, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

"Are you insinuating that I stole my design Mr Russo?" Yuki asked, her voice taunt, and Matteo chuckled with a slight shake of his head.

"I know you stole that design, and the rightful owner is right there." He pointed over at you with the end of his pen and you felt your heart leap in your chest.

"I'm sorry, but without any proof you're just slandering me." Yuki tried to fight back her fury filled gaze shifting over to you and you just pursed your lips with a shrug. You had warned her that karma was a bitch after all.

"Who said I have no proof?" Matteo asked, leaning back in his chair once more before motioning towards the screen that were behind you. Turning around you couldn't help the wide grin that spread on your lips as you watched the footage of Yuki stealing your tablet at the charity event before showing at picture of her 'design' submission, then finally a recent clip from backstage started playing.

"You really put a lot of thought into those notes, thanks for that by the way."

Yuki's voice echoed from the speakers and the crowd broke out into an uproar, however, your gaze fell on the fox-eyed male that was sitting among the crowd. Catching your eyes Wooyoung sends you a wink and you couldn't help the way your chest swelled, knowing that he had something to do with all of this.

The judges spoke among themselves while Yuki watched the screen in absolute horror, her scheme spoiled. Then the announcer spoke into her earpiece before quieting the crowd with her hands before speaking.

"With the newfound evidence of plagiarizing Kyoto Yuki will be disqualified." She announced and you let out a breath you hadn't even realized that you were holding and Dayhun's hand on your arm tightened, a triumphant smile spreading on her lips.

Yuki sent a glare your way as she was escorted off the stage, but you paid her no mind as you looked at Dayhun in absolute astonishment. Once she was off the stage the crowd fell into silence once more and you glanced over finding the eyes of all five judges on you and heat rushed up your neck, burning the tips of your ears.

"Now, Miss Kang, would you please tell us what really inspired this design?" Matteo asked, gesturing to the girl that was still wearing your stolen design and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips.

"This is a design that I began working on during my last year abroad in Italy." You began, taking a step forward and motioning over to the multicolored dress, "however, the inspiration itself came from the sunset I got to see while watching the very last baseball game before I left to study abroad." The words flowed naturally from your lips as you explained mixture of red and oranges with the purples and pinks. By the time you had finished your cheeks hurt from the wide grin on your face, memories of that day flashing in your mind.

"Thank you Miss Kang," Matteo nodded his head, a knowing smile on his lips and your stomach fluttered at the impressed expression on his face. You had mentioned this design to him on multiple occasions, but you never showed him the final design until towards the end when you emailed it to him and that's when realization washed over you.

Wooyoung had probably seen him in your emails when he borrowed your laptop and decided to get him involved in seeking justice. Your heart squeezed in your chest as you looked at the dark-haired male who was clapping, a smile of his own on his lips as he watched you.

"And what about your newest design Miss Kang?" One of the other judges, Nakamura Sakura, asked as she pushed her glasses further up her nose after jotting down some notes.

Glancing back at Dayhun you felt another wave of heat wash over your already flushed cheeks, but that didn't stop you as you motioned your best friend forward. Dayhun gave you a reassuring nod and you swallowed thickly before facing the judges one more time.

"My latest design is something that I had created back when I was a freshmen in high school, but never finished until now." Your gaze flickered over to Wooyoung and he was already looking at you with an intrigue look, "It began as hope for love, hence the white at the top of the gown, but I wanted to showcase how that hope not only expanded into love, but also happiness, because in that love I have become the happiest I have ever been in my life." You spoke truthful despite how your hands were shaking as you held the microphone, your face warming so much that you began to feel lightheaded.

"Amazing," You heard one of the judges complement your work as he wrote something down and your heart jumped, lodging itself in your throat.

Not another word was spoken as the announcer took the mic back from you and moving on to the next contestant. You took a step back, grabbing Dayhun's awaiting hand and squeezing it as your nerves began to gnaw at you.

"All right, the judges will now discuss among themselves, and we will announce the winner of the annual end-of-summer fashion design contest once they've returned." The announcer explained and your ears began to ring as your clutched Dayhun's hand.

You weren't sure how much time had passed since the judges left the stand, or what Dayhun had said to you. Your mind was still trying to wrap itself around all of the events of today, but most of all, who the winner was going to be.

"Now it's the moment you've all been waiting for." The woman's voice broke you from your thoughts and your eyes went wide when you noticed that the judges had all returned to their seat. Dayhun's thumb rubbed the back of your hand reassuringly as you watched the announcer unfold the paper that she had been given.

"The winner of the Annual End of Summer Fashion Design Contest is…" She paused for a moment to let the suspension build and you could feel your heart hammering against your ribcage the longer she waited. Just when you were about to lose your mind and tell her to hurry up she spoke, "Kang Y/n!"

Everything around you seemed to slow down as you heard your name leave her lips. All the sounds seemed to grow distant, your body frozen to the spot, and you could feel eyes burning into your skin. Dayhun felt your hand shaking in hers as she called out your name, but you couldn't hear her, still too busy trying to comprehend what you had just heard.

"Congrats kid, you did good work." Matteo's voice snapped you from your daze as he walks over with the trophy. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you took it from his hands and turning to face the cameras, smiling for the pictures while Dayhun stood proudly next to you.

"Thank you Mr Russo," You bowed deeply in appreciation causing the older man to chuckle before praising you one last time then he told you that the two of you could catch up over coffee one day while he was in the country and you agreed.

"C'mon, y/n, let's get these dresses put away before something happens." Dayhun tugged on your arm after Matteo walked away, and the girl who had been modeling for Yuki followed close behind. At first, you didn't want the dress, seeing as it wasn't your own work anymore, but the girl told you that Yuki hadn't even been the one to sew everything; it was herself, and you felt bad.

"It's your hard work y/n, take it please, it's the least I can do for being involved in Yuki's schemes." She apologized once more after getting to the dressing room and changing out of the gown. She didn't give you a chance to protest before she was shoving the fabric into your arms and darting out of the room.

"At least she knows what's good for her," Dayhun grumbled and you gave her a look causing her to shrug, "just sayin'."

"Yuki was probably blackmailing her for all we know Day," You tried to sympathize with the girl but Dayhun just let out a short laugh, slipping out of her own gown so you could put it in the dress bag.

"Well, this is your special day so don't let others ruin it." Dayhun grabs your shoulders, after redressing and shaking you softly until you were giggling trying to push her away. "Now, I believe there's someone here for you."

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and you were about to ask her what she meant but then the door opened and Wooyoung walked into the room holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He gave you a bright smile as he walked further into the room and you felt your heart begin to race in your chest.

"Hey beautiful," He greets you, the petname making you weak in the knees and your cheeks warmed fast, color rising before you could stop it. "These are for you,"

"Thank you Woo." You beamed up at him, taking the large bouquet into your arms as he stood but a few inches away from you.

"Well lovebirds this is where I'll be taking my leave." Dayhun teases as pokes her head around Wooyoung's taller frame and you shook your head with a smile, "congrats again babes, you deserve this win."

You give the ravenette one last wave before she walks out of the room, humming a tune that had been stuck in her head since this morning. Then once the door clicked shut and you and Wooyoung were left alone you moved your gaze back to his.

"So… the sunset from my last game huh?" Wooyoung began to tease as you turn to set the flowers on the vanity and you rolled your eyes despite the heat that flushed your cheeks and turned the tips of your ears red.

"I don't even know what I see in you sometimes," You joke, turned to look back at him with your arms crossed loosely over your chest, trying your best to fight off the shit-eating grin that threatened to spread on your lips.

"Ouch sweetheart," He gives you a faux pout before stepping towards you and caging you against the vanity, his pout morphing into a smile, "congratulations on the win pipsqueak,"

That was what finally had the grin spreading on your face as you looked up at him, "you and that damn nickname."

"Mhmm, it's not going anywhere, babydoll." His voice drops an octave and heat pools in your lower stomach. He then grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place as he leans down, sealing his lips over yours in a gentle kiss.

Your hands moved to his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he quickly deepened the kiss, tongue lapping at your bottom lip. You let out a soft gasp when he grabs the backs of your thighs, hoisting you onto the vanity before quickly kissing you again, this one far hungrier than the last.

The both of you had become so lost in each other that you hadn't even heard the commotion outside of the dressing room before the door slammed open, the wood hitting the wall roughly causing you and Wooyoung to jump.

"Yeosang, wait!" Dayhun's voice echoed around the room and you felt your blood run cold at the mention of your brother's name, fear clinging to your spine as Wooyoung slowly pulled away from your body to look behind him.

Both of your hearts seized in your chests when you found none other than you brother standing in the doorway of the dressing room. Nothing but pure anger painted his features as he looked between you and his best friend. Then he was finally speaking, the tone enough to make you flinch slightly.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

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[hongjoongdaily]

happy saturday ♡

[mingi-s-dimples]

Save the best for last - OT8 ATEEZ

KINKTOBER DAY 30, REQ. BY anon (last day!!!)

~"domot8 x freader where atz is mafia/ceo! reader is in a relationship with san but they are both okay in letting the other members join in the fun..;) however san likes to talk dirty in a way with hints of possessiveness to remind reader even though the other 7 fucks her, she’s still his hehe he also loves watching the members wreck the reader btw…. pls make it as filthy and kinky as possible! really go crazy with it! some ideas(if it helps-i hope it’s no burden): dirty talk, hair pulling, spit, multiple creampies, dp, squirting, exhibitionism, voyeur, choking, big dick!, bulge kink, mirror sex(?) and so on….. 😅" - I hope it's crazy enough for you anon.. for me it sure was 😂🤍

pairing: bf mafia ceo!san x gf fem!reader x ot7 (the other members) subordinates of San

genre: 18+, pure filth, gang bang

summary: San's men want to have your way with you and ask for permission and.. when San also sees you'd be eager to do it, he saves himself for last only to remind you who you had always belonged to.

wc: 8.4k (I am so sorry I went fucking overboard 🧍‍♀️)

warnings: okay prepare, mafia!au, gang bang, foursome, 5some, double penetration, multiple creampies, dirty talk/degradation (only from San), she sucks two at the same time, she takes two&two at the same time (hence the 5some), spitting, hair pulling, mirror sex, exhibitionism, dacryphilia. voyeurism, possesiveness at its finest, choking, big dick!san, bulge kink, squirting, lots of cummm, unprotected, for sure forgot something (it's 4:40 am at the time I post this), completely consensual, will definitely edit later.

Author's Note: Oh my fucking god holy fuck this was a damn ride. It was INTENSE. I went damn overboard with some of the details upsi, I had to. Gave everyone at least some attention 🤗 no one was left out (poor reader fr). This is my first ot8 fic. I hope you enjoy this, love u anon and I'm so sorry I am 2 months late 💀💀💀 life was erratic. Oh and.. Merry Christmas, everyone! Fluff fic coming right after this menace. From one extreme to another I guess 💀

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and doesn't represent the reality of the members in any way.

The soft hum of the city buzzed faintly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of San’s office. Late evening sunlight poured into the room, bathing everything in golden hues as you perched on the edge of his sleek, black desk. Your legs swung idly, the sound of your heels lightly tapping against the wooden surface filling the otherwise quiet room.

San sat behind his desk, engrossed in the papers spread before him. His sharp black suit hugged his frame perfectly, exuding authority as he worked in focused silence. You let your gaze drift over him, taking in the way his jaw tightened every so often when he read something he didn’t like. Even when he was deep in work, San had a presence that could dominate a room without him uttering a single word.

But today, you weren’t in the mood to let him bury himself in paperwork.

“San,” you called, dragging out his name in a playful lilt.

His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, a flicker of amusement flashing in them before he resumed scanning the document in his hands. “Yes, darling?” he asked, his voice low and velvety, though there was a clear undertone of distraction.

You leaned forward, resting your palms on the cool surface of his desk, your tone turning teasing. “You’ve been working all day. Don’t you think you deserve a break?”

San’s lips curved into a small smirk as he set the papers down and leaned back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest. “Is that so? And what exactly do you suggest I do on this ‘break,’ hmm?”

You feigned a thoughtful expression, tapping your chin dramatically. “Well… I could think of a few things.”

Before he could respond, the door to his office suddenly swung open, breaking the charged atmosphere between you. The sound made you jump slightly, and you instinctively straightened up, your gaze snapping to the intruders.

The other seven members of the group filed in one by one, their casual but confident demeanor filling the room with a new kind of energy.

“Interrupting something?” Jongho’s voice was the first to break the silence, his eyebrow raised as his eyes darted between you and San.

San’s expression didn’t falter, though the slight twitch of his jaw gave away his irritation. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he replied coolly, leaning back further in his chair.

Wooyoung, ever the bold one, grinned as he sauntered over to the desk, his sharp gaze flicking over you with clear amusement. “Doesn’t look like ‘nothing,’ though,” he teased, leaning casually against the edge of the desk beside you.

“Wooyoung,” San said, his tone holding a warning, though his posture remained relaxed.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Wooyoung’s antics. “Do you ever know when to stop?” you asked, though your tone was more amused than annoyed.

“Not really,” Wooyoung admitted with a wink, his grin widening.

The rest of the members settled into the room, each finding a spot to sit or lean as the tension in the air shifted. You could feel their eyes on you, curiosity and mischief glinting in their gazes. It was impossible to ignore the magnetic energy they all carried; it was part of what made them so formidable as a group.

“Do we have business to discuss, or did you all just come to disrupt my evening?” San asked, his tone laced with dry humor as he gestured for them to get on with whatever they came for.

Hongjoong stepped forward, ever the leader, his expression calm but knowing. “We wrapped up the last deal earlier than expected, so we thought we’d drop by,” he said smoothly, though the subtle smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his intentions.

“And by ‘drop by,’ you mean make yourselves comfortable in my office?” San quipped, his gaze flicking between them.

Yeosang, who had been silent until now, let out a soft chuckle. “You can’t blame us, though. You’re the one who keeps all the interesting things hidden in here.”

His words carried a double meaning that wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you glanced at San, who still looked completely unbothered, though his hand had started to drum lightly against the desk.

Seonghwa, ever the smooth talker, decided to chime in. “You know, San,” he began, his tone light but calculated, “for someone who’s so protective, you seem awfully relaxed about leaving her alone with us.”

San’s smirk returned, his dark eyes locking onto Seonghwa’s. “Relaxed? Who said I was relaxed?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

“Then again,” Wooyoung piped up, his grin downright mischievous now, “maybe you’re not as possessive as we thought.”

The words hung in the air, the challenge in them clear. You glanced at San, curious to see how he would respond. To your surprise, he leaned back in his chair again, his expression calm but dangerous.

“Possessive?” he echoed, his tone laced with amusement. “Oh, I am. Make no mistake about that.”

His gaze shifted to you, his eyes softening slightly. “But I also trust her. And I trust all of you… to a degree.”

The unspoken invitation in his words made your breath catch. The room was silent for a moment, the weight of his statement sinking in before the playful tension returned.

“Well,” Hongjoong said, breaking the silence, “that’s quite the declaration.”

San’s smirk widened, his confidence unshakable. “It’s not a declaration. It’s a fact.”

The others exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from amusement to intrigue.

“Does that mean we can—” Wooyoung began, but San cut him off with a raised hand.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said, though his tone was more teasing than serious. His eyes met yours again, and you could see the glint of amusement in them. “After all, it’s not entirely up to me, is it?”

The attention in the room shifted to you, and you suddenly felt the weight of their gazes. San’s question was clear—this was your choice as much as it was his.

Your mind raced, the charged atmosphere making it difficult to think clearly. But as you looked at San, his calm confidence grounding you, you realized that you trusted him completely.

“Well,” you began, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you, “I think… it could be interesting.”

Your words hung in the air for a moment before the room erupted in a mixture of laughter and teasing remarks. San’s smirk turned into a full grin as he reached out to take your hand, pulling you closer to him.

“Interesting, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You nodded, your heart racing as you met his gaze. “As long as you’re okay with it,” you added, your voice soft but sincere.

San’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he nodded. “I’m more than okay with it,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The room buzzed with excitement as the others began to discuss the details, their playful banter filling the space. But your focus remained on San, his steady presence anchoring you as you stepped into uncharted territory together.

The tension in the room grew thicker as San gave the subtlest nod, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand cupped your cheek tenderly, grounding you amidst the teasing grins and playful energy that radiated from the others. The question in his gaze was quiet but clear: *Do you trust me?*

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but laced with certainty.

San’s lips curled into a soft, almost mischievous smile. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Then let us take care of you.”

Yunho was the first to move, his large hands brushing over your shoulders as he leaned down to meet your gaze, his warmth both reassuring and electrifying. “You really are something special, you know that?” he said, his voice honeyed with praise. “We’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, but only if you’re ready.” His thumbs rubbed gentle circles into your skin, his touch comforting yet deliberate.

Mingi crouched next to you, his height even now making him an imposing figure. His grin was boyish, yet his tone carried a teasing edge. “San really is lucky, isn’t he? But I think tonight, you’re luckier.” His fingers brushed against your hand, holding it loosely as if offering silent reassurance. “We’re going to treat you like the queen you are.”

Their words made heat rise to your cheeks, and you felt San’s hand slide from your cheek to your waist, steadying you. His presence was a calming anchor even as the others moved around you with measured anticipation. “Remember,” San murmured into your ear, his tone a mix of possessiveness and care, “you can stop this anytime. But if you trust me, just let go.”

Your heartbeat quickened, but you nodded, the warmth in his voice giving you courage.

Hongjoong’s voice cut through the moment, calm and composed but carrying an edge of excitement. “We’ll take it slow,” he said, his sharp gaze locking with yours. “Just follow our lead.”

Together, they began to guide you, their movements deliberate yet unhurried. San was the one to lift your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. He murmured, his voice steady, “Let them see the side of you only I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.”

Your shirt was the first to go, the fabric slipping from your shoulders under Mingi’s deft touch. He let out a low whistle, his eyes twinkling with admiration but never crossing into disrespect. “You’re stunning,” he said, his voice reverent. Yunho, standing behind you now, pressed a hand to your lower back, his touch firm yet gentle.

Yeosang’s quiet presence was next to catch your attention. He knelt beside you, his fingers brushing over your wrist as if asking permission before helping with the next piece of clothing.

The air buzzed with anticipation, but no one rushed you. Each movement, each touch, was careful and deliberate, designed to put you at ease. San stayed close, his hand a constant presence on your waist or shoulder, his protective nature evident even now. “You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice rich with affection.

Mingi’s teasing came back as he tilted his head, his eyes raking over you with playful admiration. “You’ve been hiding all this from us?” he joked, though his tone carried genuine awe. “Not fair.”

“She’s breathtaking,” Yunho agreed, his voice warm as his hand brushed against your arm. “San’s been keeping the best things to himself.”

San smirked, his possessiveness flickering through despite the shared moment. “Don’t forget,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, though his eyes softened as they met yours. “She’s still mine.”

Wooyoung laughed, breaking the tension with his lighthearted energy. “We know, we know,” he said, throwing his hands up dramatically. “We’re just borrowing her for tonight.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, the sound breaking through your initial nervousness.

As they continued to undress you piece by piece, the warmth of their attention made your skin tingle. Every movement was accompanied by a murmur of praise, a gentle touch, or a soft reassurance. They were in no rush, savoring every moment and ensuring you felt cherished and adored.

San knelt beside you as the last piece of fabric was removed, his hand cupping your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with so much love it made your heart ache. “And you’re safe.”

The others watched the intimate moment, their respect for San’s bond with you evident in their quiet stillness. When he finally pulled back, his smirk returned, his possessive streak shining through. “But don’t forget who you belong to,” he added, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip once more.

As you settled back against the desk, the warmth of their gazes enveloped you, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat flow through you.

San’s voice was the last thing you heard before they began. “Let us show you just how much you mean to us.”

The living room was bathed in warm golden light, the soft hum of conversation filling the air. As the group carried you from the office to the shared space, their laughter and teasing remarks created a sense of playful camaraderie. The room, spacious yet intimate, had an air of familiarity that contrasted with the charged tension lingering among them.

They gently set you down on the large sectional couch, its plush cushions yielding to your weight. Wooyoung leaned over from one side, his mischievous grin ever-present as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Look at her," he mused, his voice a touch lower than usual, "so perfect and so pretty like this."

Mingi, who stood behind you, chuckled softly. "She’s even more stunning up close," he said, his large hands resting lightly on the back of the couch. His eyes glimmered with mischief, though there was a noticeable gentleness to his movements. From the corner of your eye, you could see Hongjoong to your right, already rolling up his sleeves, his sharp gaze focused entirely on you.

San remained standing near the edge of the room, his arms crossed but his expression unreadable. The corners of his lips twitched upward slightly as the three members began to close in. "Remember who’s in charge," he said smoothly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet murmurs. "You can admire her, but don’t forget that she’s mine."

Wooyoung smirked, exchanging a glance with Mingi and Hongjoong. "Of course, hyung. But you wouldn’t mind if we… made her feel special, right?" he teased, his voice playful yet testing boundaries.

San’s dark eyes flicked toward you, searching your expression. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly, his tone steady and grounding amidst the lighthearted chaos. His gaze held yours firmly, waiting for your answer.

You nodded without hesitation, your voice barely a whisper. "I trust you, San."

A satisfied hum left his lips. "Good." He gestured with a slight nod, granting the others permission to proceed. "Don’t forget—she’s precious. Treat her that way."

Wooyoung, ever the bold one, began by brushing his lips lightly along your temple, his fingers trailing down your arm in feather-light strokes. "Precious is an understatement," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through you.

Mingi leaned in from behind, his hands settling on your shoulders. His touch was firm but reassuring, a contrast to Wooyoung’s teasing.

Hongjoong’s approach was quieter but no less impactful. He crouched beside you, his sharp eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort. His hand found yours, his fingers curling around yours in a silent gesture of reassurance.

As the three surrounded you, their touches and presence seemed to envelop you entirely. Wooyoung tilted your chin upward, his lips ghosting along your jawline before trailing to your collarbone. Mingi’s hands, broad and warm, began to massage your shoulders, easing any lingering tension. Meanwhile, Hongjoong traced idle patterns on the back of your hand, his quiet attention grounding you amidst the overwhelming sensations.

The other four—Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, and Jongho—watched from the nearby armchairs, their expressions varying from amusement to curiosity. Yunho leaned back casually, his long legs stretched out as he exchanged knowing smirks with Seonghwa. "They’re starting strong," Yunho remarked, his deep voice laced with humor.

"Can you blame them?" Seonghwa replied, his tone lighter than usual. His sharp features softened as his gaze flitted toward you, a hint of fondness in his otherwise composed demeanor. "She has that effect."

Yeosang tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "San’s holding back more than I expected," he mused, his words eliciting a chuckle from Jongho, who simply nodded in agreement.

San, still standing apart from the group, exuded a quiet authority. Despite the teasing commentary from the others, his eyes never left you. "Remember your place," he reminded the group lightly, though there was no malice in his tone. "She’s mine to love and protect."

"And tease," Wooyoung quipped, pulling back briefly to glance at San. "You said it yourself, hyung. She’s precious. We’re just appreciating her beauty."

San raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond immediately, his gaze drifting back to you. "Just don’t forget who she belongs to," he said finally, his voice calm but firm.

As if to emphasize his words, Wooyoung leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Even with all of us here, you’re still his, aren’t you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with playful reverence.

The room was growing warmer, the air thick with an electric charge that seemed to pulse between everyone present. The soft rustling of fabric caught your attention, and your eyes flicked over to the four members who had been watching from the sidelines. Slowly, one by one, they began to shed their shirts, their toned torsos coming into view. Each movement was deliberate, as though they wanted to savor every second of this shared moment.

Yunho, the tallest of the group, was the first to approach, his steps unhurried and confident. His broad shoulders and defined chest were illuminated by the soft light of the living room. His gaze flicked down to you, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "I think it’s our turn now," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver through you.

Seonghwa followed closely behind, his elegant movements almost hypnotic. His sharp features softened slightly as he looked down at you, a gentle fondness in his expression. "Don’t worry," he murmured, his voice smooth and calming. "We’ll take good care of you."

Behind them, Yeosang and Jongho exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Yeosang, with his quiet intensity, began to unbuckle his belt, his fingers moving with a casual ease. Jongho, ever the composed one, ran a hand through his dark hair before stepping closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

The three members who had been close to you—Wooyoung, Mingi, and Hongjoong—reluctantly backed off, their hands lingering on your skin for a moment longer before they stepped away. They moved to the side, their breathing still heavy as they watched the scene unfold. Each of them began to undress, their movements slower than necessary as if they wanted you to notice every detail.

Wooyoung leaned casually against the armrest of the couch, his bare torso gleaming under the soft light. "We’ll let them have their fun," he said, his voice teasing. "But don’t forget—we’re next."

Mingi crossed his arms over his chest, his sharp jawline set as he watched intently. "Take your time," he added, though the hunger in his gaze betrayed his impatience.

San remained standing apart from the group, his suit still perfectly in place. The contrast between his composed exterior and the evident strain in his pants was almost too much to bear. His dark eyes drank in every detail of the scene, from the way you sat on the couch, your hands trembling slightly, to the way the members circled you like predators waiting for their moment to strike.

You glanced up at San. His lips curved into a small, approving smile. "Enjoy yourself," he said softly, his voice steady despite the clear tension in his posture. "But remember who you belong to."

The four of them seemed to come to a silent agreement, their eyes flicking between each other as they decided how to proceed. Finally, Yunho spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the quiet tension. "Let’s start simple," he suggested, his gaze dropping to your hands.

"Two and two," Jongho added, his voice steady. His dark eyes softened slightly as he looked at you. "If that’s okay with you."

You nodded, your heart racing as they took their places. Yunho and Yeosang each took each of your hands, their fingers brushing against yours as they guided your movements. Their touches were firm but gentle, their eyes never leaving yours as they made sure you were comfortable. They took off their pants completely, followed by their briefs. Their cocks sprung out and your hands instinctively went for their lengths. You looked up at them, then down at the position you were in. Legs slightly spread out, your cunt dripping with arousal on the blanket that was on the couch, the two men in front of you and their cocks in your hands. You took a deep breath and started to move your hands, stroking their lengths slowly, at first. Yunho's cock was already dripping with pre cum, making the perfect lube for his hand. For Yeosang, you spit in your hand and started lubing it up. He quietly groaned at the sensation, satisfied with your way of lubing him.

“Yes… that's it, sweetheart..” Yunho whispered, his head slowly falling back as your hand started to move more rapidly, your thumb rubbing over the tip, putting pressure on it.

Yeosang was already out of it, his breath heavy as he was hardly holding back from pushing your hand further on his cock. He waited and waited until he couldn't anymore.

“Fuck it..” his hand hand hovered over your head, hesitating for a moment. He looked at you and tried to back up, but Yunho interrupted his move.

“That's such.. a great idea, Yeosang..” he said, his eyes gazing over you. “But only if y/n and San are good with it, of course…” he said and all 3 of you looked at San. He suddenly had his pants unbuckled, his hard cock straining against his briefs. He nodded, his hand now lazily rubbing it through the cloth. He was turned the fuck on with this situation, the fact that he was observing you so patiently, waiting for his men to have their fun with you and use you as they pleased, as their fuck toy.

“Boss is okay with it.. but are you, y/n?” Yeosang said, his hand hovering softly over your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Y-yes..” you whispered and he didn't hesitate any further, his hand guiding your mouth to his cock. You instinctively started sucking on the dripping tip, kissing and licking circles all around, from the tip to the base of his cock then all along his shaft. As you sucked him off up and down slurping and putting pressure with your tongue and lips on the tip, his hand slowly started pushing your head on his cock. He let you get used to his size, your lips stretching slightly as he pushed further.

“Ah fuck, Yunho.. her mouth feels so good.. you gotta-you gotta try this” Yeosang said breathless, catching the other men's attention. Yunho smirked and waited for his turn.

Aa you bobbed your head up and down on Yeosang’s cock and stroked your hand on Yunho's on your left, you started to focus on making Yeosang cum first so you could suck Yunho off, too. Within a few more licks of your tongue and hard sucking on the tip he came down your throat, making you slightly choke on his huge load. Yunho chuckled, satisfied at the view of you choking and couldn't content his excitement at being sucked off by you, that he slowly moved Yeosang from your face - who was panting still - and harshly tilted your chin up so that you could take his cock in your mouth.

“Can I join in, too?” Jongho said, his cock already heavy and dripping in his hand.

You nodded briefly while sucking on Yunho's cock and he joined in… but he didn't joke when he said he'd *join in*. He made his way right in front of you and switched places with Yunho for a moment until he was satisfied, then after you sucked him off for a moment he exchanged glances with Yunho and they came to a silent agreement. Yunho, *slowly* made the tip of his cock fit at the same time with Jongho's and you started to suck both simultaneously.

Yunho’s hand tangled in your hair, barely resisting from mouth fucking you. He softly pulled you towards his pelvis, both cocks filling up your mouth good. Jongho whined at the sensation, his head lolling back in pleasure.

“Yeah.. that’s it, darling..” Jongho said, his ragged breath giving away the fact that he was damn close. Yunho was too, his hand pulling your hair softly backwards only to thrust powerfully in your mouth. Each of them fucked your mouth prettily until they came down your throat, filling your mouth with their cum. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being stretched by their cocks only amplifying the pleasure and arousal growing in your belly.. and between your legs.

You had just finished with Jongho and Yunho, your hands still trembling slightly as they stepped back, their satisfied expressions lingering as they caught their breath. The room was filled with a heavy scent. As they backed away, the other four men—Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Wooyoung—moved forward, their eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of hunger and anticipation. The air grew heavier, the tension palpable as they closed in on you, ready to claim their turn.

But before they could make their move, a voice that brooked no argument cut through the silence.

San stepped in front of you, his presence commanding, and with one smooth motion, he cupped your face in his hands, his touch tender yet possessive. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, but his words were sharp, like a warning.

"The next man to make a move without her permission will regret it," San's voice was calm but held an undeniable authority. He leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he asked, "Tell me, who do you want?"

You felt your heart race, the pressure mounting as the room fell deathly quiet. The other men—Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Wooyoung—shifted uncomfortably behind San, their whispers of complaint barely audible. "This is taking too long," Hongjoong muttered softly. He's gonna make us wait?" Seonghwa sighed in frustration, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't fair." Even Mingi and Wooyoung exchanged glances, their impatience palpable, but they dared not protest further. They knew better than to challenge San’s authority.

A bead of sweat trickled down your temple as you stared at San, unsure of what to say. The choice was overwhelming, and the silence seemed to stretch on forever. You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. "I... I..." Your voice wavered, and your hands shook as you glanced at each man in turn.

Finally, with a stutter, you managed to say, "M-Mingi."

San’s lips curled into a small, approving smile. "Good choice," he murmured, backing away just enough to allow Mingi to step forward. His praise made your chest tighten in both relief and anticipation.

Then San turned to the others, his gaze cold and decisive. "Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Back off. Stay with Yunho, Jongho, and Yeosang until she's done. She'll decide what to do next."

Reluctantly, the remaining three men complied, their disappointment clear, but they knew better than to defy San’s orders.

The room quieted once more as Mingi stepped closer, and the weight of your decision settled in. He positioned himself to your mouth and let you take the lead for a moment.

Mingi stepped forward, his eyes dark with desire as he knelt before you, his towering frame somehow softening with a nervous yet eager energy. His hand trembled slightly as he guided his cock to your mouth, the warmth of your breath against him drawing a shuddering moan from his lips. He wasn’t shy about making sounds; each gasp and whimper escaping him felt raw, his pleasure uninhibited. “God… you’re so good,” he murmured breathlessly, his voice catching as you dragged your tongue along his length in a slow, deliberate motion. The way you swirled your tongue and teased him at the tip had him bucking his hips slightly, his hands gripping your shoulders for balance as his knees threatened to give out. Every lick, every motion from your mouth sent Mingi spiraling closer to the edge, his moans turning into desperate whines that filled the room. Every sound that escaped his throat gave you energy to suck him more, deeper, faster, sloppier, even if his huge, girthy cock was making you choke on it with every deeper thrust. “Y-you’re… gonna make me—” he stammered, and before he could finish his sentence, his climax overtook him. His body tensed as he came, the sound of his loud, unrestrained moan echoing through the room.

Panting heavily, Mingi stepped back, his legs shaky as he tried to steady himself. You wiped your lips, your own breath coming in short, heavy pants as the intensity of the moment settled between you. For a brief moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the shared experience thick in the air.

Mingi finally broke the silence, offering you a sheepish smile. “That was… incredible,” he admitted, his voice still husky. “But what do we do now?”

Before you could answer, San’s familiar voice cut in, smooth and commanding as ever. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, stepping forward with his trademark confidence. His gaze flicked between you and Mingi before landing on you, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“How about this,” San began, his tone low and almost teasing. “You take Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yeosang next. All at once. Then, when they’re done…” He glanced over at Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho, his smirk widening. “You’ll handle them. Together.”

His words sent a ripple through the room, the other men exchanging glances, their expressions a mixture of excitement and anticipation. San’s smirk deepened as his gaze returned to you, his voice dropping even lower.

“And when that’s over,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto yours, “it’ll finally be my turn.”

San’s tone held a sense of finality, his dominance undeniable as he stood tall before you. “The best things,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “are always saved for last.”

The tension in the room was palpable, every man’s gaze now fixed on you, waiting to see how you’d respond. San’s command lingered in the air, his natural authority unmistakable as you tried to steady your racing heart and prepare for what lay ahead.

Your lips trembled, the weight of anticipation heavy as you stood surrounded by three of them—Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Hongjoong—each waiting, their eyes fixed on you. Finally, you stammered, “Y-yes,” the word escaping in a breathy whisper.

San’s gaze softened, pride shining in his dark eyes as he stepped closer to you. Gently, he cupped your face, his thumb tracing slow circles against your cheek. “That’s my good girl…” he murmured, “or should I say… good slut?” his voice low and rich.. His lips quirked into a smirk as his gaze flicked briefly to the men nearby. The sudden word he said made your eyes widen, surprised he hasn’t used those type of words yet.. as he always uses them when there is just the two of you.

“If you want the chance to be with me tonight,” he continued, his voice smooth and commanding, “you’ll be a good girl for them first. Take care of them. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your breath catching under the weight of his intense stare. “Good,” he said, stepping back and motioning toward Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Hongjoong. “Go on, show them what my good, little slut is capable of.”

San moved aside and as soon as Seonghwa approached you first, his movements slow and confident, San stopped and turned around. “Ah… I almost forgot. Listen carefully," he growled, his voice low and laced with a deadly calm that sent a chill through the air. "She’s mine. The only one who has the right to speak to her like that is me—and even then, it’s only because she allows it. If I catch so much as a whisper of disrespect from any of you, there won’t be warnings, there won’t be second chances. I will make you disappear, and you all know pretty damn well how I take care of people that cross my words.”

“Got it, boss!” all of them said in unison, clearly spooked by his words, but with a good reason.

Seonghwa stepped in front of you. His strong arms slid around you, pulling you firmly against him with your back pressing to his chest. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. Yeosang stepped in next, his hand grazing along your thigh before resting on your hip. His fingers trailed up, featherlight, before settling in place. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your temple.

Hongjoong followed, stepping to your side with a teasing smirk. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, tilting your head gently toward him. “You’re safe with us,” he murmured, his voice low and steady before capturing your lips in a kiss that was as consuming as it was gentle.

Their touches surrounded you, each of them focused on you as the last layers of fabric were shed from their bodies, leaving only warmth and closeness between you. The atmosphere was charged, the air electric as anticipation built around you.

Seonghwa adjusted his hold, his arms sliding beneath your knees to lift your legs effortlessly, pressing them against your chest in a mating press. His chest was firm against your back, his grip steady and sure as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the side of your neck. The new closeness made your breath hitch, heat flooding your senses as you leaned back into him.

Yeosang and Hongjoong steadied you on either side, their hands gliding along your thighs and hips, their touches reverent yet deliberate. Yeosang’s lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin, while Hongjoong whispered your name softly, his voice sending sparks through you.

As Seonghwa positioned himself right under you and began to move, his breath caught, a low groan escaping him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His cock thrusted deep in your ass, his movements deliberate and controlled, each shift of his body sending a wave of warmth coursing through you. Hongjoong soon joined, his body aligning with yours as he ligned his cock to your folds, rubbing it up and down for a couple of times before sliding right in, his quiet gasps mixing with Seonghwa’s.

Yeosang’s steadying hands roamed your sides, offering a grounding presence amid the growing intensity. His kisses traced a path along your shoulder, and his voice was a soothing counterpoint to the fervent rhythm the others set.

The synchronized motion between Seonghwa and Hongjoong was overwhelming, each of their movements filled with purpose, their breaths shallow and mingling with your own. Seonghwa’s grip on you never faltered, his strength keeping you secure as he murmured against your ear, “You’re perfect..”

Their closeness was intoxicating, and the connection shared between the four of you was more than physical—it was a deeply intimate expression of trust, affection, and unspoken understanding. Each kiss, each whisper of praise, and every deliberate movement spoke volumes, leaving you surrounded by warmth and devotion.

Yeosang shifted with purpose, his hands smoothing over your sides with deliberate care before he moved to position himself beneath you. His movements were careful yet assertive, his hands guiding your hips as he thrusted himself in your cunt, his body perfectly aligned to support you. His chest rising briefly as he murmured, “Let me take care of you, too,” his voice low but filled with steady confidence. The feeling of being filled by both Yeosang’s and Hongjoong’s cocks was damn overwhelming and pleasurable, tears falling down your cheeks as you were held up by the 3 boys. But.. one was missing.

The room pulsed with heat, your body trembling from the overwhelming sensations of Yeosang’s deliberate rhythm beneath you and Hongjoong’s teasing precision. Every sound, every touch, had you teetering on the edge, your breaths hitching as you tried to keep up with the intensity.

“Forgot about me for a second, huh?” Wooyoung’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and playful, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed just how impatient he had been. He stood near you and the boys, watching you.

Your eyes flicked to him, and the moment they met his, he was already moving. Whatever remained of his clothes was gone in an instant, hitting the floor without hesitation. “You look so good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as, his hands ghosting over your trembling thighs.

Yeosang let out a low chuckle, his grip on your waist tightening as he adjusted his angle. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“You have no idea,” Wooyoung replied, his hands sliding up to your hips, brushing against Yeosang’s as he steadied you. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

Hongjoong smirked, his fingers caressing your thigh as he watched Wooyoung with quiet amusement. “Don’t overwhelm her right away. She still needs to be in shape for whatever boss wants to do with her later.”

But Wooyoung was unrelenting, his lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, his kisses growing more insistent. He looked at Seonghwa as he guided his cock into you. The stretch was overwhelming, the new sensation pulling a sharp gasp from your lips as your body adjusted to the addition… in your ass, right where Seonghwa had been fucking you for a while. Wooyoung let out a low groan, his forehead pressing briefly against your shoulder as he steadied himself. “You feel… unreal,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Seonghwa, who had been quietly observing, started to thrust in sync with Wooyoung, filling you up. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft and commanding as his lips brushed your ear.

Wooyoung’s movements were slow at first, his hands steadying you as he found his rhythm.

The room was thick with heat, your body trembling as Yeosang and Hongjoong moved in sync, their rhythm pushing you closer to the edge. Their hands gripped you firmly, Yeosang’s nails digging into your waist while Hongjoong’s fingers tightened on your thighs. The pressure inside you was almost unbearable, but it only heightened the pleasure coursing through your body.

“Just like that,” Hongjoong groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you in hot waves. A cry ripped from your lips as Yeosang followed, his grip steadying you as he filled you to the brim, the sensation overwhelming.

Behind you, Wooyoung let out a low growl, his chest pressed against your back as Seonghwa whispered praises into your ear. Their movements were relentless, each thrust drawing out another moan from your trembling body.

“You’re perfect,” Seonghwa murmured, his voice strained as he sank deep inside you, his warmth joining Wooyoung’s as their releases filled you in unison. The sensation of both of them spilling into you left you breathless, your body tightening as your climax crashed over you in a wave of blinding pleasure.

A broken sob escaped your lips as you felt everything—every stretch, every pulse of warmth as they stayed inside you, their hands soothing you as you shuddered in their arms.

“S-so full,” you whimpered, your voice shaky as tears slipped down your cheeks, your body utterly spent yet tingling from the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled.

Their warmth surrounded you, grounding you as you came down from the high, your body still trembling but utterly sated.

The weight of San’s gaze lingered on you, dark and full of unspoken hunger. He stepped closer, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. “So needy,” he murmured, his voice low and full of heat. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his piercing stare. “One more round, sweetie. That’s it. Then you’re all mine.” His thumb brushed over your trembling lips as his tone dropped further. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you after watching this, you little slut.”

Before you could respond, San stepped back, and Mingi’s hands slid to your waist. He pulled you closer, his large palms steady and grounding as his lips found your neck. The soft press of his mouth left a warm trail, and the quiet groan he let out sent a shiver through you.

Behind you, Jongho’s touch was firmer, his hands gripping your hips as his breath fanned against your shoulder. He didn’t speak, but the heat of his presence and the deliberate press of his lips to your skin left you breathless.

“Just like that,” Yunho murmured, his deep voice a soothing contrast to the desperate need in his eyes. His fingers grazed along your jawline, tilting your face toward him.

You gasped softly, overwhelmed by the intensity of their touches and the way they surrounded you. San’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding yet dripping with a dark fondness. “Good girl,” he said, his tone rough as he leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to your temple. “Now let them have their moment, because after this…” His words trailed off, his smirk growing wider. “You’re mine.”

As the 3 boys started fucking you relentlessly, breaths mingling together and whines escaping your chest, they stopped suddenly. You didn't realise why until your sweet boyfriend stood right in front of you. San’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. “Stop.” The single word carried enough weight to make Mingi and Jongho halt mid-thrust, their movements freezing as their eyes turned to him. Yunho’s grip on your waist loosened slightly, though he stayed close, his breath still hot against your neck.

“You don’t get to finish yet,” San growled, stepping closer, his intense gaze boring into yours. His tone softened just slightly, but it was no less firm as he tilted your chin upward to meet his piercing eyes. “Not before them, and certainly not before me.”

You gasped softly, your breath hitching as his fingers traced your jawline, his possessive smirk returning. “You think I’m letting you come so easily?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a husky murmur. “No, darling. You’re gonna wait until I’m the one who pushes you over. I want you crying out my name, trembling and completely undone because of me. I want you so damn overstimulated you can’t even think of anyone else.”

San turned his sharp gaze to the others, his tone cool and deliberate. “You heard me. Keep her waiting.”

Mingi’s hands tightened on your hips, his grip grounding as his pace resumed, slow but deliberate. The low groans rumbling from his chest mingled with Yunho’s deep, steady breaths behind you. Jongho pressed closer, his lips brushing along your shoulder, his quiet growls sending shivers down your spine.

Their rhythm built together, their bodies perfectly in sync as your moans and cries filled the room. Mingi leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

Yunho’s hands slid up your sides, steady and warm as his lips found the nape of your neck. The way his whines wrapped around you, combined with the desperate, broken groans from Jongho, sent waves of heat coursing through you.

Your cries grew louder as their movements became more erratic, each of them chasing their orgams with a fevered intensity. Mingi’s deep groan echoed through the room as he held you tighter, his body trembling against yours as he finally came. Jongho followed moments later, his grip on your hips firm as his own breathing hitched. Yunho’s orgasm was quieter but no less intense, his face buried in your neck as his chest heaved against your back.

You trembled in their arms, overwhelmed and breathless, when a familiar voice pierced through the haze.

San stepped forward, his movements purposeful, his shirt now entirely gone. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice low and commanding, drawing all attention to him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, thoroughly undone and trembling from the intensity. “I told you she wasn’t finished yet.”

He scooped you into his arms effortlessly, his strength both steadying and overwhelming.

He stopped in front of the tall, ornate mirror that stood near the dining table, his reflection capturing his sharp gaze as he set you down gently on the edge of the table. “Look at yourself,” he commanded, his tone rough but laced with a dark sort of tenderness.

You blinked up at him, dazed, your reflection showing your flushed cheeks and trembling frame. San smirked, his hand tilting your chin so you wouldn’t look away. “You see that? That’s what I do to you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive pride.

Before you could respond, he gently pushed you forward, your palms meeting the cool surface of the table as he pressed your body into it. His hand slid down your back, firm but reverent, as his other hand came to rest on your shoulder. “Keep watching,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I want you to see exactly how I make you mine.”

The intensity of his words, the way he held you so effortlessly yet with complete control, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. San’s reflection in the mirror was just as commanding as his presence behind you, his gaze locked onto yours as he slowly began to thrust into your dripping cunt.

Mingi, still catching his breath from nearby, let out a low chuckle. “San, you really don’t hold back, do you?”

San glanced over his shoulder briefly, his smirk growing darker. “Of course not. She doesn’t deserve anything less.” His attention returned to you, his voice dropping as he added, “And she wouldn’t want it any other way, would you, sweetheart?”

The only response you could manage was a breathless whimper, your reflection showing every ounce of the anticipation coursing through your body as San’s grip tightened, grounding you once more in his complete control.

San’s gaze darkened as his hand choked your face and neck down on the table, his strength grounding you even as your legs trembled under the weight of his presence. “Watch me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, a blend of control and desire. His eyes flicked toward the others as he smirked. “Watch how my little slut lets me take everything from her, how much she trusts me to push her to her limits.”

His fingers trailed deliberately down your back, firm but reverent, sending a shiver coursing through you. The cool surface of the table pressed against your skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body as he leaned over you. “You’re mine,” he whispered into your ear, his tone soft yet charged with unrelenting intensity. “And you’ll show them exactly how good you are for me.”

The table creaked under the pressure as San started pounding into you, a silent promise of what was to come. His hand slid to your shoulder, steadying you, his thumb brushing soothing circles into your skin as his other hand started to slowly tangle in your messed up hair.

Your breath caught as he bent down, his lips brushing just below your ear. “Don’t you dare look away,” he murmured, his voice sending a rush of anticipation through you. “I want you to see everything. Every moment. Every second of what I do to you.”

Your reflection in the mirror revealed the truth—the flushed heat of your cheeks, the dazed look in your eyes as you nodded, overwhelmed by his intensity. San’s smirk deepened, his possessiveness evident in every movement as he fucked you, ensuring you felt every ounce of his unwavering focus.

The tension in the room was palpable, each sound amplified as the others watched, their breaths mingling with yours. San’s hold on you remained steady, his thrusts getting sloppier, deeper, more purposeful.

“S-San..!” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he hit your cervix, the roughness of it all sending you over the edge. His hand hovered underneath you, feeling up your belly. As he bottomed down as deep as he was able, stretching you the fuck out, he could feel his cock softly bulging in your lower belly. He let out a satisfied sigh, smiling in the mirror as he saw your eyes teary.

“Yes.. that's it, slut. Scream my damn name.” San said as his pace grew faster and deeper, table creaking under his force. “I thought you'd be all loosened up from the boys fucking you at the same time but damn… their cocks ain't competing with mine. Is that right, darling?” he smirked, looking in your eyes in the mirror as he heard the boys complain in the background.

“Y'all better shut your mouths if you don't want me to give you a reason to complain.” he said between thrusts and they nodded, defeat visible in their eyes.

“Tell me, slut. You're close, is that right?” The way your breath hitches… and the way you desperately arch your back against the hardwood.. “

“San..S-San.. please. P-please.. -ah!” you moaned out as he jerked your head upwards by your hair. His thrusts grew erratic, your head dizzy from his power. He pounded in you a few times before filling you up with his huge load of cum, your walls clenching around his huge cock. Right after him you cry out in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you, tears streaming down your cheeks and on the table. You squirted all over the table under you as he slowed down and then pulled out, lifting you up in his embrace and watched you come undone.

“Damn.. I didn't know Boss is this fucking rough with her.” Yunho said, surprised at the power he fucked you with.

“Yeah but.. the princess seems to enjoy it, too.” Yeosang added, the other boys nodding in agreement.

“Everyone had their way, right? Now, all, get out and get washed. Y'all know we have a busy schedule tomorrow. I'll take care of my girl.” San ordered and watched the boys leave his home before bringing you to the shower, talking you through it.

He asked you all sorts of questions. How was it, if you liked it… how did it feel. If you were scared for even a moment or if you doubted him. All these questions made you grow fonder of him, but you were too spent to answer everything in detail. He washed you and himself up and went to bed with you, cuddling and stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

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Call For Me | J.WY

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: mad hatter! wooyoung x reader (fem)

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: You find yourself going back to this same dream, struggling to get to the end. To your surprise, at the end of the hill, a man was waiting for you. His grin wide and his eyes lust-filled, Wooyung planned on making you come back to Wonderland.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: unprotected sex (pls wrap up!), oral (f receiving), fingering, some name-calling, slight choking

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4.5k

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: Alice in Wonderland is my favorite Disney movie. There was this video from a concert of Wooyoung and it completely sent me into a spiral and created this desire to write him as the Mad Hatter. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Your chest rose up and down at an ungodly speed. Your fingers, legs, and toes twitched at every twig you swerved around. Your main focus was following the tail of a rather plump purple cat that turned around, its smile grinning from ear to ear. You reached and reached and reached until the floor fell from under you.

Fuck.

Sweat glistened against your body as your eyes scanned your room. You had another dream; another dream where you tried reaching the end of the hill where the cat was sending you too. Every time you reached the end, a sultry laughter rang through and you woke back up, covered in sweat from head to toe. 

You huffed, slinging your covers off your body before heading into the living room. Your roommates, Mingi and San, were sprawled out on the couch. San’s eyes landed on you and took on your disheveled form. 

“Another bad dream?” He hummed, tossing his popsicle stick onto the coffee table. 

You rolled your eyes, plopping down beside him, his arm slinging over your shoulder as you tried remembering exactly what the fat cat was saying to you. The dream was dark. All the trees were dead, and truthfully, the only true colors were the lights at the end of the hill. It shone bright like a lighthouse during a stormy night. You craved to reach the other side to see where that evil laughter was coming from. It sent shivers down your spine just remembering it, hearing the chuckle stemming from deep in the throat. 

“I can’t keep having these dreams,” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. 

“What’s it about?” Mingi mused, leaning over so he could see you. 

You shrugged, “Every night it’s the same: I walk past this garden with talking flowers, follow a white rabbit, end up losing him, and find this purple cat with a ringed tail and wide grin. Then, in the end, whenever I wake up, a deep, evil laughter rings through and I fall through,” 

Mingi glanced at San, his eye widening before flopping back against the couch. You know they thought you were crazy. There couldn’t truly be any solution for what you’re feeling…could there? If it wasn’t significant, why do you keep having the same dre—

“Ow!”

You looked down, San had pinched you so hard that little crescents formed on your skin. You glared up at him, “What was that for?”

“Anytime you feel like you’re losing your mind, just call for me and I’ll pinch you to make sure you’re here with us,”

You eyed him, “I suppose that could work, but what about when I’m sleeping?”

“Well,” Mingi chuckled, “We’ll know because you’re the loudest talker in your sleep.” 

You blushed, your hand shooting to your mouth before you stood up. You sent a quick glare to Mingi before heading back to your room. You were determined to reach the end of the hill, to see what was happening. Your fingers twitched as you ran them through your hair, your mind going back to when you fell down the dark hole.

“Remember, she needs to find the Hatter,” You glanced over at the talking rose, who genuinely looked like your grandmother. 

“Indeed she does, but where does he stay? We haven’t seen Hatter in ages ever since the war with the Jabberwocky.”

“Jabberwocky?” You mumbled, brows furrowing together as the group completely ignored you. 

“Yes, yes, the Jabberwocky dumb girl,” This time a blue flower acknowledged you before shooing you away with her leaf…hand? 

“Follow me, dear,” The white rabbit whispered, tugging your fingers with his soft coated paws, “I believe I remember the way to the Hatter.” 

Nodding, you follow him into the woods, the garden of flowers gossiping as you faded away into the darkness. Your eyes raked over the scene: trees curling over, clouds filling the sky, and the only light shinning is the moon. Twigs snapped under your feet as you followed swiftly behind the rabbit. 

“The Hatter is a nice man, somewhat odd, but I’m sure he can help us out,” The rabbit more so said to himself. 

“Who is this…. Hatter?” You questioned. 

“Well, as you can tell from his name, he was once a Hatter, but after the war, his mind…lingered—“

“Lingered? I dare say he’s gone mad,” 

You jumped, cocking your head to the side at the sight of a purple cat floating in mid air. His eyes were glowing and his smile went ear to ear. He curled his head to the side, his eyes never leaving you. 

“And what’re you doing here, Cheshire?” The rabbit barked, his hands fidgeting around a small pocket watch.

“If you’re going to find the Hatter, best be on your way,” He jerked his head to the right.

You followed, your eyes coming to rest a glow emanating over the hill. You flicked your eyes back at the cat who was already smirking at you. Your skin itched with nerves, your stomach coiling at the idea of what’s over the hill. 

“I can take her from here, sweet Rabbit. I know you have other places to be, seeing as you keep checking your watch,” The cat chuckled, flipping mid air and gliding towards the hill. 

You glanced down at the rabbit, his little nose was twitching before he winced, taking off into the shrubbery. 

Your brows furrowed, “And where do you plan on taking me? Seems like everyone is completely ignoring me!” You stomped your foot, your arms crossing across your chest. 

The cat flipped backwards, his head hanging upside down as he glanced at you, his smile still glowing in the night. He slowly floated back towards you, his tail twitching back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat as he was just a touch away.

“Not just anyone comes to these dreams. The Hatter demands to see you, he calls for you. Now, follow me.”

You smuggled your face into your pillow, screaming into the fluffy fabric. Who was the Hatter and why was he trying to get in contact with you through your dreams? You tossed your pillow to the side, your phone buzzing against the table. 

 From: Sannie

‘All good in there?’

You groaned, sending back a quick yes before slamming your phone back on the bedside table. 

“Calls for me… Calls for me,” 

You mumbled the phrase over and over again. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you pondered how the Hatter could call for you. Why were you so enticed to see this mystery figure? Just the name of the Hatter should send warning signs, but here you were, obsessing over the idea of finding this man. 

You tugged your light blue night gown down, the fabric riding up on your thighs as you scooted further into bed. 

“Hm, well, maybe I’ll call for him this time,” You whispered, “Hatter, Hatter, Hatter, Hatter,”

Your eyes popped open, and your feet smacked against the cobbled ground of the garden. You looked up into the sky, the clouds a purple hue and rain slightly tapping against your forehead. You fell back into this world. Hmm, maybe that did work. Shrugging your shoulders slightly, you followed the same path down to the talking flowers. 

“Hatter, Hatter,” You kept mumbling his name over and over again, hoping to stay in tune with your dream. 

“Oh, it’s you again,” 

You abruptly stopped, the white rabbit dashing out of the ferns before coming to a halt in front of your feet. You cocked your head to the side, eyeing the red eyed creature before clearing you throat. 

“The cat told me that I keep coming back here fore a reason and that the Hatter keeps calling for me.” You raised an eyebrow, “I think you know where he’s at,” 

The rabbit gulped, pulling at the collar of his jacket before pulling out his watch. The slight tick tick tick was the loudest thing in the garden. 

“I can’t guarantee that I can take you to him, but I can take you back to the Cheshire cat….he should know the way.” 

You grumbled, your stomach turning into knots. It never fails that you fall back into your reality every time you get to the hill by following the cat. Your feet kicked small pebbles as the rabbit took you past the gossiping flowers, and deep into the dark forest. You don’t remember the dream being as vivid as it is now. You can feel the air, feel the rain settling in. The breeze crept across your body, sending goosebumps over your exposed legs and arms. Your thighs felt warm in the breeze and your hair shifted behind you. This dream felt real, felt as if you were truly in this wonderland. 

As if on cue, the smiling cat appeared out of thin air, his grin exposing his hiding spot. You eyed him as he had the same conversation with the rabbit. Before long, the rabbit ditched you once again, leaving you with the floating animal as he bobbed up and down his little path. Your palms were sweaty with anticipation. 

But not for long.

The clinking of tea cups and spoons colliding together filled your ears. Your heart fluttered at the sound and sped up, the glow of the hill becoming more prominent. The Cheshire cat came to a stop, a low chuckle coming from him. Coming to his side, your eyes fixated on the scene before you: a worn-out windmill, multiple tables put together, and a dirty, white tablecloth draped over them; tea cups, kettles, food, plates—everything that could ever be at a tea party littered the table. Not only that, another rabbit sat at the table along with a mouse. 

Best of all, a young male sat at the end of the table, a tall hat adorned his head as he gnawed at his fingers. Your eyes never left him, a strong dark aura surrounding his body as he eyed the rabbit and mouse as they laughed and giggled across the table to each other. Before long, his eyes graced the table before landing on you, heat dropping to the pit of your stomach. 

“I believe we have found him,” The cat murmured, floating down the rest of the hill. 

Following suit, you trailed behind the cat, never taking your eyes off the young man. His eyes roamed your body, landing on your bare thighs multiple times. You clenched your thighs with each step, your body becoming hot under his stare. You have never seen this man before, and don’t even know why he keeps ‘calling for you’. 

“It’s about time you showed up,” His voice bellowed across the table, hitting you in the pit of your stomach. “I was beginning to think you didn’t want to come.” His mouth spread into a wide grin, his teeth shining as bright as the cats. 

“I-I kept trying-“

“Not trying hard enough, darling, for I had to sit here for days, staring at this ungodly clock tick-tick-ticking away,” He stared at the watch in his hand before tossing it onto the table, the ticking coming to a halt. “And now here you are! Welcome! Welcome! Sit down, have some tea.” 

A loud laugh bellowed through his mouth as he kicked back in his chair, his feet propped at the edge of the table. You weren’t too sure what was exactly happening. The Cheshire took it upon himself to sit at the opposite end of the table, one furry paw gripping a teacup and the other stirring his drink. 

“Well, are you going to sit?”

With the snap of his fingers, your body jolted forward, smacking down against cold wood. You gasped, glancing up and seeing the young man sitting beside you. His eyes were covered in black, the makeup oozing down from his waterline. The rest of him was covered in black clothing, pieces of random items put together and his feet laced in leather boots. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. In a perfect world, your reality, he could be a celebrity with his looks. The… Hatter… was a handsome man, and you wouldn’t deny it. 

“Who are you?” You whispered, cocking your head to the side as you quizzed him. 

He leaned forward, his head cocking to the side before letting out a deep chuckle, sending heat down your body.

“I’m the Hatter, of course,” He smiled, his teeth shinning white. “I’ve been eyeing you for a while, darling,”

“How?” You spit out, toying with your fingers.

He smirked, “I know everything about you, sweet girl. I know when you go home, when you cry, when you’re…pleasuring yourself,” 

Your cheeks flushed, your mind racing with numerous thoughts on how the fuck this was happening. You peered across the table; the rest of the table were chatting amongst themselves, completely oblivious to the obscene comment that left the Hatter's mouth. You jerked your head back towards him, his eyes growing a shade darker as he scanned your face. 

“March Hare,” He hummed, his eyes lazily falling onto the rabbit, hare… “Do you mind moving the party elsewhere? I’d like to speak to Y/N alone,”

You twitched at the sound of your name. You don’t remember telling him who you were at all. You stared him down, his skin glowing with the moonlight. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his chest rising up and down slowly. 

Mumbling a quick yes, the hare took off with the mouse and Cheshire cat before leaving you with the Hatter. Your eyes fell back onto his figure, his eyes already staring you down. 

“How do you know my name?” You breathed out, toying with the hem of your dress. 

“Like I said,” He whispered, “I know everything about you. I’ve wanted to get you here, but my sweet girl, you keep failing.” He chuckled, “I remember someone telling you they would pinch you if you had another bad dream trying to find me.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat. How in the hell did he know about San’s comment towards you? Your mouth went dry as the Hatter smirked, seeing the confusion in your face. 

“H-How did you—“

“Know? I believe the question is: Is this dream a reality? Who could possibly tell?” 

Before you could respond, the Hatter sat up, his elbows resting against the table as he eyed you. Another wide grin settled on his face. 

“I think you should go back tonight, sweet girl. I believe I’ve wound your silly little brain up.” 

Before you could stop him, with the snap of your fingers, you fell back down through the ungodly floor before smacking against your bed. Jerking up, you scanned your room again for the second time tonight. Your face was covered in sweat and your nightgown rose to your stomach. Your hand filtered its way down to your panties, a damp spot hovering over your clit. It must’ve happened, surely? You remember his smile, the way his eyes bore into yours. 

Huffing, you throw the covers off you once again and march back into the living room. To your dismay, the boys were already in their rooms. Looking towards the kitchen, the clock read half past 3 in the morning. Your head slowly turned, your eyes falling onto San’s door. How did the Hatter know that San said that to you? You slowly began creeping, your feet padding against the floor softly. Your hand reached out to grab San’s door handle, but all of a sudden, your eyes went black.

Your body dropped back into the mysterious world. Your vision blurred as your body slumped against the cold wooden chair that you just inhabited moments ago. You gasped, your eyes shooting open as realization hit. The Hatter was standing in front of you, his body leaning against the table. His head cocked to the side, and low tsks escaped his mouth as he stared down at you. 

“My sweet girl, why annoy a dear friend over my knowledge?” He leaned down, his eyes coming into view with yours, “I want to be rough with you.” His veiny hands reached out and fell upon your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat as you trembled at the touch, “I want to feel the way your pussy throbs around my dick. I know you’ve been a naughty, sweet girl, I can smell it.” 

Your legs clenched, his eyes darting down to the movement before smirking. He squatted, both his hands gripping the side of your thighs before pulling them apart. The cold air on your aching pussy caused you to shiver. He slowly licked his lips before looking back at you. 

“Who are you?” You breathed out, your cheeks rosy from embarrassment and slight infatuation. 

He smiled, “I’m Wooyoung, of course, and I’ve known you for a while, sweet girl. All thanks to your friend, I’ve been able to live freely in your mind, learning who you are, what you like, what turns you on,” He licked his lips, his thumb grazing over your smooth skin. 

“What friend?” You breathed out.

His eyebrow cocked up, “San, of course. Who else?” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes boring into you. 

Before you could answer, Wooyoung’s lips made contact with your skin, kissing up the bare skin. His eyes looked at you through his lashes, his tongue leaving a small trail of spit behind him. His fingers curled around your panties, pulling the fabric down, groaning at the sight of your juices stringing along, never snapping until his fingers ran through it. 

“God,” He groaned, finally dropping to his knees, “I’ve been waiting for this,”

Wooyoung’s head dipped between your thighs, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue slipped into your sopping core. Your head flung back, soft moans escaping your throat as his tongue lapped at your core. You knocked his hat off, his thick, black hair threading through your fingers as you gripped on for dear life. Pulling his head back, Wooyoung replaced his nose with his thumb, drawing quick circles around your bundle of nerves. 

“You taste so good, darling. You’re so naughty for escaping into this reality with me,” 

You dropped your head, your eyes lazily watching him as he licked his lips before diving back down into your sopping mess. Your mind was hazed over with sultry thoughts. However, it kept flicking back to San, and how Wooyoung knew him.

Before you could slip into deep thought, your stomach curled as Wooyoung replaced his tongue with his fingers and began thrusting into you. Gasping, you felt your core pull tighter and tighter.

“Woo-Wooyoung!” 

You screamed, your orgasm rushing down his fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm. Chuckling, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, your juices pooling in his hands. Looking down, you watched as Wooyoung placed the fingers in his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked on your sweet release. Moaning, his eyes rolled into the back of his head before he stood up. 

“I knew you’d taste good. I knew by the way your pussy was sopping just seeing me sitting here that it’d taste good.” He smirked, “You’re such a naughty, pathetic little girl for me, Y/N” 

Gripping your chin, Wooyoung forced your mouth open, dropping your release onto your tongue “Taste yourself.” 

You swallowed his spit, eyeing him as he let go of your chin. His boner pressed against his pants, his length showing through. You gulped, your mouth dropping at the sight. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on at all. Here you were, fucked out just by the tongue of this man, in some unknowing world. 

A slow grin spread across his face, his fingers toying the edge of the chair as he slowly walked around you. The tip of his finger stopped on your shoulder, trailing slowly down your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. Your breath was shaky, your mind completely zoned out as he squatted back down in front of you. 

“Being inside of your dreams wasn’t good enough for me,” He whispered, his lips coming in contact with your thighs, sucking the sweet skin before letting go with a wet pop. “I’m so glad your sweet mind finally found its way to me.” 

Your eyes raked over him, “How am I here?”

He chuckled, “That’s for another day, my sweet darling, but for now, I just want to fuck you.”

Before you could protest, Wooyoung grabbed your arm, hoisting you up onto your legs. His fingers gripped your light blue gown, tugging the fabric up before shoving you down onto the table. A low grunt passed your lips as he pressed his boner into your backside. A soft moan came from his lips as his hands roamed around the curve of your ass. 

“So pretty, so… mad,”

Pushing his pants down, Wooyoung gripped his aching dick, giving himself a few quick strokes. Your body was trembling as the tip of his dick circled your clit. Soft pants escaped your lip at the sensation, your legs already shaking. Smirking, Wooyoung guided his tip up and down, coating himself in your juices. 

“Are you ready, sweet girl?” His words warmed your ear, sending a shutter down your body. 

“Y-Yes,” You breathed out, arching your back into him.

“Good,” He growled.

Giving one quick slap to the side of your thigh, Wooyoung pushed himself in, a loud gasp leaving your lips as a low growl escaped his. Your pussy clenched around his dick, your body warm and cozy just for him. He definitely stretched you out, filling you up to the brim. Tears filled your eyes, your nipples aching against the table at the sensation of your body being pleasured. 

“Please move,” You gasped, rocking your hips back into him. 

He smirked, his fingers ghosting the skin of your ass, “As you wish,” 

Pulling back, Wooyoung rammed his hips into your backside. The skin-to-skin contact rang through the forest, nothing could be heard but your juices squelching against him; not even the birds were chirping. 

“This is fucking impossible,” You moaned out, pulling your bottom lip in-between your teeth, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his cock rammed into your cervix over and over again.

“Only if you believe it is, my sweet girl,” 

His tongue lapped at the side of your neck, his right hand coming up to wrap around your throat, squeezing ever so gently around the column of your neck. Sweet gasps left your lips making Wooyoung’s cock throb at the sound. His mind was going animalistic at the sight of you bent on his table, with his cock deep inside of you, your juices running down your legs and onto his pants. He’s only ever wanted you here; wanted you here in his world where he can truly be himself, the Mad Hatter. His dreams ran wild with the thought of getting you to yourself, and now, here you were, so pretty underneath him. 

“I-I’m about to cum,” You moaned, back arching more and more as his tip pressed against your g-spot over and over. 

Hearing this, Wooyoung pulled out immediately, dropping to his knees and pressing his tongue deep inside of you. Screaming, you ground your clit against his nose and released your orgasm. All you could hear was Wooyoung slurping up your juices and his fingers massaging the back of your thighs. You couldn’t think straight, your mind hazy from what happened. 

Wooyoung plopped himself down on his chair, the red velvet blending in perfectly with his all-black attire. Your arms shook as they held you up against the table, your eyes landing on the sight before you. Wooyoung’s cock stood straight up, his hand pumping the irritated skin so sweetly, so, so… fuck you couldn’t even begin to describe it. Sweat glistened across his chest, his breaths slightly heaving as he sat there and stared at your rosy cheeks. 

“Come ride me, darling,” He gently patted his thigh, “I want to feel that sweet pussy convulse around me before I send you back,”

You nodded your head, taking baby steps to him making sure not to fall from how weak your thighs were. Spreading his legs further, Wooyoung placed his hands on your hips, guiding your drenching pussy down his cock. A long whimper left his throat, his breath fanning against your face. You stared at him, your eyes taking in his face. He was so fucking beautiful, so ethereal. One hand gripped his shoulder while the other lightly gripped his neck. He smirked before leaning in, pressing his soft lips against yours. 

“You’ve made my wait worthwhile, dear. Now remember,” Wooyoung adjusted himself, slightly picking you up from your ass, “Whenever you need me, need me to fix your little issue,” He patted your ass, “Call for me,” 

Wooyoung dropped you, his dick slamming against your cervix. You moaned, your body bouncing with the speed of his thrusts. Your breast bounced up and down in front of him, his fingers toying with the rosebuds that peaked through your nightgown. Your head lulled back, black and white spots adorning your vision. 

“I’m fixing to cum again,” You whispered, licking your lips as you brought your head back. 

Wooyoung’s tongue was toying his lips, his eyes focused on where your pussy and his dick connected. His cheeks began to flush, his chest slightly red as well. 

“Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum around my cock so I have a reason to keep waiting,” 

As if on cue, your body convulsed to his words, your pussy clenching around his dick. 

“Fuck!”

His hips jerked, smacking against your bottom faster as he reached his own climax. Wooyoung panted, his seed coating your inside as you slumped down onto his chest. His hands wrapped around you, peppering sweet kisses along your shoulders. You could’ve passed out right there, but Wooyoung patted your butt and lifted you up. 

“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, squeezing your thighs together to keep the cum from dripping down your legs. 

He smiled, pulling his pants up, running his fingers through his hair, “You’ve got to go back,”

“Wait—“

Wooyoung snapped his fingers and there you were, falling once again and landing with a soft thud onto your bed. You shot up, running your fingers over your face. 

“What the fuck!” 

You jerked your head towards your window, sunlight was beaming in. You glanced down at your thighs and saw the love bites that Wooyoung had left on your thighs. It happened. You finally reached the end of the hill and came back with this. Your body shivered remembering what just happened. Tossing your covers back, you open your bedroom door and see San and Mingi standing by the door. 

“What’s up?” You mumbled, wiping your face. 

“Uh…” San rubbed the back of his head, “Someone’s here to see you.”

Taking a step to the side, San revealed who was at the door. Your mouth dropped, your pussy clenching at the sight. 

“Hello, my sweet darling”

© yuyuyunnie, 2024.

[starrywooyo]

DEAREST: PROLOGUE

pairing: ot8! ateez x fem reader

genre: mafia au

!!warnings(per chapter)!! !NONE FOR NOW!

word count: 1.1k

taglist: (lmk if you want removed/added

@scuzmunkie @santineez @yoonshiiu

synopsis: new town, new city, new country again.. will it be permanent this time? the friends you make.. are they honest? relationships? who's telling the truth..? what is the truth.. who should you believe?

notes: eeeeek new series~~ I hope you'll all enjoy this one just as much as you did treasure!! <3 I've not gave anything away in this chapter.. maybe hinted but the first official chapter will be coming soon!! enjoy!! <33

series masterlist | chapter one | main masterlist |

Again..

It's happening again.. Your father got a new line of work so yet again you're moving cities.

Your family is never in one place for too long, you've lived in more countries than you can count. At least this time you're moving to a place you have family in.. seoul. The capital of South korea.. You get to see grandma and grandpa again.. You were just about to start uni here in the states though.. Term in Korea hasn't started yet so your father has enrolled you to start in KQ University.. One of the most prestigious and high end universities in korea..

 You've not been here in the states long so at least you have no friends you need to say goodbye to.. 

 …

Tired, you exit the car when the driver opens the door for you and your mother.. You see the home of your childhood.. Familiarity flooding back to you. It's just outside seoul..the area being popular with mansions and estates yet kept to themselves, Being a mansion the grounds consist of the courtyard.. Garage.. The huge garden in the back and the home being 4 floors tall

“Grandma.. Grandpa!” you call out seeing the elderly couple at the door to welcome you back to the house

“Ah my baby how big you are now.. Come come.. Let's get you settled hmm?”

And you're quickly whisked down familiar halls.. And upstairs on the 3rd floor.

“Here baby you can have this room decorate it however you'd like.. This is your room when you're here and whenever you come to visit.”

You wheel your suitcase in..

“Thank you grandma.. I've missed this.. You and grandpa..”

“We’ve missed you too baby.. “ she tenderly cups your cheek thumb rubbing the chubby skin.. She smiles then makes her way back down the hall.

You look at the room.. It's plain and bare now..no personality yet..  A huge king sized bed rests on one side.. A Huge glass bay window, en-suite, walk in closet, desk, vanity. Just classic bedroom essentials really..

Workers begin bringing your items in boxes from back in the states

Soon the room is filled with boxes letting out a breath you extend your arms cracking your fingers.. 

“Okay~ let's do this..”

…

6:15pm.. 6 hours later you step back and look at the now decorated room.. 

The duvet on the bed is now your printed one along with the pillows and a few of your plushies rest on the bed.. The vanity is now stocked with all your makeup and skincare supplies and accessories, Closet arranged with your clothes, shoes and bags, en-suite your bathroom essensals and haircare products as well as more skincare and just feminine hygiene stuff.. The desk with books and scrapbooking things.. Your guitar rests beside the desk on its stand.. Some posters adorn the wall.. Different bands and places posters..  Your camera and a few jackets hang on some hooks you've attached to the wall. And you've decorated the bay window as a window seat with cushions and a cosy blanket. 

The room is now your own space. Cracking your neck you exit the room and head downstairs.. You can hear your parents and grandparents talking in the lounge room.

“That boy was a lovely boy..”

“Yes.. the Jeongs are very respectful, we've been friends with them for a while.. y/n will attend KQ right? He’ll definitely take care of her..”

“Oh yes, I hope so.. It was lovely to meet him and his grandparents..”

You can kind of hear muffled through the door.. You slide it open.

“What's this about?” you ask..

“Oh honey come.. Sit  dinner is being prepared.. And nothing you need to worry about just the Jeongs came over to briefly visit your grandparents and greet us.. You'll be attending the same university as their grandson..”

“Oh.. does he live in one of the estates nearby?” you sit.

“Oh no.. Yunho lives in an estate with his friends, they're all such lovely boys. They all go to the university.. Always so proper.. Not drinking or taking drugs.. On the right side of the law.. Not like some of the boys that go to KQ..goodness the things some of those boys get up to.. The Girls too.. Their parents would be ashamed..”

… 

Soon the first day of uni rolls around, you get up in the morning and do your skincare and makeup routine, do your hair and then get your outfit sorted.. It's autumn so you go with jeans, converse and a sweater/jumper of some sort, still stylish and you get your bag.

You eat a quick and light breakfast and a driver drives you to the university dropping you off on the campus.. All the uni societies are out at their little tables trying to get new members.. You pass them for now and enter the main building heading to the front desk to get your class schedule..in the hall your gaze catches a group of boys looking at you..watching. They then talk and laugh amongst themselves.. You frown and focus on the receptionist who passes you your schedule and the directions to the first lecture hall on your sheet but then she stops.. 

“Ah hold on dear.. MR. JEONG! Could you come over here please..?” the receptionist calls.. 

The group quietly laughs at him and shoves him forwards.. He looks to the floor and kinda scratches the back of his neck.

“Yes, miss?” he says..

“Can you show Miss Lee around campus and to her first lecture hall? You can do that right?”

He sighs..

“Sure thing Miss.” he gestures for me to follow him.

“Can I see your schedule?” you pass him the piece of paper.. 

He's a handsome man that's for sure.. And damn he's tall..wow.. Bet he's popular with the girls.. He screams boyfriend material-

“Hmm.. homeroom first.. you're in luck im in the same one. You’re Mr and Mrs lee's granddaughter right?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah.. Ahaha that's me.” you snap out of it

He holds out his hand.

“Jeong Yunho. My grandparents and family are friends of yours.”

Oooh so he's the Jeong's grandson..

You take his hand.. 

“It’s Nice to meet you..” 

“Likewise.. You have a free class after homeroom so I'll give you a tour after, let's get you to the hall first huh?”  

He leads you through the campus to the building where the homeroom lecture hall was.  And the both of you enter the hall.. Its still pretty much empty apart from a few students and.. Some of the boys from earlier.. 

“Hey yun!! Whos your pretty friend~”

Yunho sighs.

“That's just wooyoung. He's my cousin, just ignore him. He’ll smooth talk anything on two legs regardless..”

“Hey!!”

Oh.. this is gonna be a long year…

[sanriomilk]

Early Wooyoung birthday gift??

IDOL Wooyoung

🐈‍⬛ ྀི|'𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑲-𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂'

Greeting -

The famous dancer and vocalist, Jung Wooyoung, from the K-pop boy band ATEEZ, was walking down the street, enjoying time to himself for once.

He kept his identity hidden with a mask and hat, so he didn't draw attention. You two had no connections with each other whatsoever, other than you being a trainee in his group's label, KQ ENTERTAINMENT, for a solo debut.

As he was walking across the street with both hands occupied with convenience store plastic bags, he didn't happen to see a nearby car. As the car speeded towards him, you knew you had to do something.

What do you do?

Description -

Wooyoung is the dancer and vocalist of Ateez and the second youngest. He was born in Goyang-si, South Korea, with an older brother and a younger child brother. His birthday is on November 26, 1999, making him a part of the 1999z line and a Sagittarius. He's 25 years old. His MBTI is an ESFJ. He wears reading glasses and his best friends from the group are San and Yeosang. His aegyo (acting cute) is nightmare fuel because of how jokingly bad it is.

[uumiuyu]

check-in || j.wy

pairing - manager!reader x idol!wooyoung

genre - smut (mdni), light fluff, pwp

word count - 4.3K+

warnings : afab!reader, sub!wooyoung (he gets dominate like once or twice tho), swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it irl guyth), begging (he #NEEDSTHAT), nipple play, breastfeeding, fingering (m. receiving), oral (m. receiving), dacryphillia, praise, a pinch degrading (well yes!), a sprinkle of humiliation, edging (m. receiving), use of pet names (baby, kitty, etc.), pussy drunk woo, cream pie (assume reader is on the pill) and more. (minimal proofread)

likes, comments and reblogs appreciated ^_^

the company van came to a halt, stopping in front of the the members respective dorm entrance.

“great work today! get some rest guys.” you spoke cheerfully.

the 8 hurriedly scattered out while tossing thank yous and goodnights at you,ready to put an end to the exhausting day they endured.

a weak grin crept onto your face watching them scurry inside. your eyes carefully tracking them, doing a head count as they left your line of sight.

the exhaustion crept onto you slowly. you sighed as you pulled off in the van once more, driving it into the parking lot of your own building.

it wasn’t a long drive, being that you and the members lived in connected buildings. it was a requirement for your job, as their manager.

you had to be in close proximity at all times.

it was in your contract.

you didn’t mind it though.

you enjoyed being neighbors basically.

we all have our respective privacy and space, so it didn’t matter to you.

even though the boys would occasionally come knock on your door just to annoy the hell out of you, or to ask you silly ass questions they could have texted you about, you still loved every moment about it.

you finally dragged your body to your dorm entrance, unlocking the door with a swiftness. you dropped your bags near the bench beside the door mat.

you took a quick glance at the full body mirror near the door.

and wow.. today really wore you down.

your clothes were covered in stains, scented with the aromas of whatever the hell you had to do today.

your face oily as ever, eyes having grown small bags around them.

even your favorite crocs were missing a few jibbits.

“well damn.” you said out loud, kicking off your shoes.

you needed to wind down, badly. you decided a shower was definitely the best option.

after an hour or so, you stepped out your bathroom with a clean body and clear mind. you slipped on some comfy clothes and headed to your living room.

you sat down with a flop, letting out a sigh as you slouched slightly into the couch.

but, you couldn’t get too comfortable.

remembering that you had some paperwork to fill out, and some phone calls to make… unfortunately.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

the thought of doing more work after finishing work pissed you off.

the day is never really over for you.

your mind and body is always busy.

but, who else was going to get these things done?

you held a big responsibility.

you are managing 8 of the biggest kpop stars in the world.

every moment of their career was in your hands. you made the big decisions, and handled all of the scary things.

business aside, you were there to care for them at all times.

being there for whatever they needed, whenever they needed.

making everything worth it.

you made your way to your desk and went straight to work. your fingers rapidly typing on your keyboard, pen ink flowing onto the documents.

the loud ping of a text notification made you look up from your work load.

you glance at the time on your desktop.

it was 1:08AM.

who could be hitting you up so late at night??

you picked up your phone out of curiosity.

wooyo 🐈‍⬛: could you stop by manager-nim? please.

you read the message, brows slightly furrowed.

it wasn’t out of the norm for wooyoung to text you this late, being he’s one of the night owls.

but, he never asks you to stop by.

like ever…

he’s very keen in his alone time, especially after jam packed schedules.

and after the day you and him shared, you didn’t even think he would be talking to you right now.

he seemed very tense, and he was very snappy with the response he gave you the entire day, him and his resting bitch scolding you frequently.

and you just let it be.

every one has those days.

you knew he would come to you if he needed you.

but then again… what could he possibly need from you at this time of night?

you snapped back into reality, shooting him a quick response.

you: of course, i’ll be right over hun.

you slipped on some shoes and headed out the door.

you couldn’t lie, you were scared as fuck.

you began to think the worse as you made your way over, worry overtaking your being.

something must be wrong.

you walked across the long connecting bridge, making your way to the second building’s entrance.

thankfully wooyoung’s dorm was the the the first door you see when you enter the building.

you stood in front of wooyoung’s door, knocking with a force.

he answered the door in his normal lounge attire, a chrome hearts tank and sweats.

his hair covered his eyes.

“hi.” he mumbled, stepping aside letting you in.

“what’s up? are you okay?” you asked anxiously as you entered.

“can we talk?” he responded, locking the door.

“i mean… im already here. i don’t see why we wouldn’t.”

he giggled nervously, following behind you to the living area.

his vibes are so off right now.

the two of you finally made it to the couch. you crossed your arms, waiting for him to explain everything.

“thank you for coming over so quickly. i really appreciate it.” he started, looking down at his hands.

“of course. now, why do you have me over here so late?” you spilled bluntly, wanting to cut to the chase.

he gave a look.

a look full of apprehensions.

that made you even more nervous for what he was about to say.

“firstly, i want to apologize for my behavior today. it was very unprofessional of me, and i know it caused you some inconvenience as well. so, im sorry.” he spoke, sincerity ringing in his voice.

the tension in your body dropped. you internally sighed in relief.

you wooed at the boy, giving a soft smile as you scooted closer to him.

he’s so sweet.

he called you over here to apologize for everything that happened.

it makes it so hard to not forgive him.

“it’s ok, thank you for apologizing.” you said gently, now grabbing his hand.

“but that still doesn’t answer why the hell im in your dorm at 1 something in the morning.” you said, still perplexed.

woo turned his body towards you, squeezing your hand slightly.

“well.. i wanted to explain to you why i acted the way i did.”

he looked around trying to find the right words, hesitant as ever.

he seemed scared speak, which is very beside of his typical boldness.

you leaned in intently, awaiting this needed response.

he took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“for the last few nights.. i’ve been having wet dreams. and they’ve been leaving me with a rock hard that won’t go away, making me sexually frustrated. all i’ve been thinking about is getting off, and i didn’t have the time to because we’ve been so busy.”

your eyes widened as he continued.

“this morning was the worst of them all. which is why i was so bitchy.” he finished as the room fell silent.

you were beyond confused.

your face gave a puzzled expression.

“im sorry if this is weird… i couldn’t go any longer without telling you. it felt wrong.” he explained, his eyes now scanning the floor.

your eyes traveled the room.

your mind racking for answers.

now, the members have confided in you about personal things before..

but not to this extent.

this was the type of shit you spilled to your group chat. not your manager.

you really couldn’t see why he was spilling this to you..

one, he was being a dick to you all day. then, he suddenly decided to text you, asking you to come over after hours.

just so he could apologize to you, and tell you about his sex dreams?

why would you give a fuck about who he dreamt of fucking?

why was he telling you this??

your brain was pulling nothing..

until, it clicked.

the realization showing vibrantly on your face.

everything made sense now.

he was telling you this for a reason.

a reason that was unspoken, until now.

“who were those dreams about?”

he froze, shocked at the statement.

“w-what?”

“who were you dreaming about wooyoung?” you asked once more, tilting your head to the side.

wooyoung gnawed at his bottom lip, looking everywhere but your face.

that confirmed your suspicion.

“look at me.” you spoke softly, dropping his hand to cup his face.

his breathe hitched at the feel of your touch, his eyes growing wide.

“be honest.“ you inched closer to his face.

he knew he couldn’t lie to you.

his mouth hung open, words stuck in his throat.

you nodded at him softly, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“you. it’s you…” he trailed.

a smirk grew on your face.

just as you thought..

“is that why you wanted me over here? i’ve been taking over that pretty head of yours?” you whispered in his ear, stroking the back of his head.

his body stuttered, a whine slipping from his lips.

“y-yes. you’ve been the only thing on my mind.” he uttered desperately, all of his composure out the window.

you could moan at the site of him right now.

his body already melting into your small touches, begging for more.

it would be a crime for you to deny the want that was growing inside of you.

having wooyoung in front of you, all soft and vulnerable.

you wanted to toy with him some more, wishing to enjoy the site of his desperation as long as you could.

you trailed kisses down the side of his neck, nipping at the skin every so often.

he tossed his head back with a breathy moan, giving you full access to the veiny area.

you licked the adam’s apple bobbing in this throat.

he gasped audibly, the sensation of your mouth driving him nuts.

“you want me to make those dream a reality, kitty boy?” you spoke against his knife-like jaw line.

it was kind of sick how there isn’t a single doubt flowing through your mind right now.

nothing about this feels wrong..

it’s like you’ve secretly always wanted to do this with him.

you’d be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about ruining him once or twice.

now’s the perfect time.

“p-please.. i need you~”

something snapped inside you.

you pushed him back against the sofa, straddling his thighs. you climbed on top of him, sitting in his lap with a force.

soon after, your lips found his. your tongue swiped over his lip mole, giving your tongue access to his mouth.

he kissed you with a burning passion.

his hands hungrily found your body, touching everywhere he could.

he rubbed down your sides, firmly gripping your hips.

you bit down on his swollen lip, causing him to hiss.

you laid your hands on top his, moving them from your hips, pinning them above his head.

he whimpered into your mouth, missing your warmth in his palms.

you broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck once more.

you dragged your tongue against one of his veins, earning a moan from the dazed boy.

you sucked harshly at him, being sure to leave a mark.

you’d have to beauty team deal with that later.

you found your way to his ocean-deep collarbones, giving those some deserved attention.

“stop teasing me.. p-please~” he whined, becoming impatient.

he squirmed beneath you. grinding his clothed dick against you, trying to feel any sort of friction he could.

you began to rock your hips back and forth, wetting his crotch with your arousal.

a chill ran down your spine when you felt how hard he was.

moans fell from his lips, his cock aching underneath his sweats and boxers.

you found your way to his lips again, catching all his sounds with your mouth.

his grinding became more vigorous, his pre-cum starting to seap through all his bottom layers.

his eye squeezed shut, his mouth now hung agape.

you haven’t even touched him yet and he’s about to explode.

he’s so desperate for release. you almost felt bad for teasing him like this.

“need to cum~ please~” he dragged out, a tear running down his cheek.

“you will baby. i promise.” you assured to him.

you let go of his wrist, climbing off of him in one quick motion.

he groaned, dropping his arms by his sides.

you stood in front of him, taking off your t-shirt and boxer shorts.

you felt his eyes beaming at you, seeing him grab at his dick through his soiled pants.

“strip.” you asserted.

he quickly obeyed. taking off his tank top, lifting his thighs off the couch to slide off the rest of those torturing garments.

he shifted in his seat, looking at your naked body with beady eyes.

you softly chuckled at his eagerness.

he’s so ready to live out his fantasies.

and you were ready to take him to cloud 9.

you positioned yourself between his parted legs, becoming eye-level with his erection.

his tip was swollen, thick and coated with his fluids.

his shaft etched with thick veins, tracing down all the way to his polished ballsack.

it was the perfect size too.

you salivated, licking your lips.

taking him into your hand firmly, you stroked him at an achingly slow pace.

he sharply inhales, airy moans slipping out of his hot mouth.

“is that’s what you saw in your dreams? this is what you’ve been wanting pretty boy?” you pressed, running the pad of your thumb over his leaky head.

he nodded his head in agreement, his pleading look peaking through his bangs.

lust overtook your being, your look growing dark.

“keep your eyes on me, okay?”

you gave his shaft lick from base to tip, pooling the split in your mouth before you took him in.

his jaw slacked, following your actions with the at most attention.

you easily took his size down your throat, beginning to suck at him.

he belted out moans almost immediately, his thighs shaking on both sides of your head.

you continued to suck, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.

you pumped after every bob of your head, tugging more and more in the shaft.

he was a whimpering mess, he couldn’t keep his body still.

“y/n~ more please~ more~” he spoke between moans.

he tossed his head side to side. his hands went up to his pecks, soon toying with his nipples, pulling and pinching.

you moaned at the site, the vibrations sending straight to his dick.

he nearly shrieked at the sensation, his stomach tensing.

he was close, so close.

and you hadn’t even been at it for that long.

he didn’t want it to end so quickly, did he? you surely didn’t.

he’d already been waiting days on end before you got here.

you figured he could stick it out a little longer, right?

we were only getting started after all.

“need to- nng~ need too… please~” he struggled, his dick twitching in your throat.

you pulled your mouth from him, making a popping sound. you kept him in your hands, making your stokes sloppy and inconsistent.

he sat up, a bewildered look on his pretty face.

“n-no please~ *hic* so close~” his voice quivered, a tear falling down his cheek.

you pouted at him pitifully, taking one of your hands to dry his face.

“oh baby, don’t you want this to last? if you finish now, it’ll all be over. you don’t want that, do you?” you rebutted, caressing his thigh to calm him down a bit.

he shook his head no, sniffing softly.

“i thought so.”

your stood from your knees, quickly bending down to give him a deserving kiss.

he’s been so well behaved.

just like a good kitty should be.

“face down, you know the rest baby.” you commanded, waiting for him to catch on.

he assumed the position, placing his knees on the sofa, arching his back.

he laid the side of his face on top of his hands, staring at you seductively with his cat-like gaze.

if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

you gave a smug smile, pleased with how easily he obeyed.

you made your way to the back of him, admiring him from behind.

his hole was winking, glazed with the spit that trailed down his cock from a few moments ago.

his dick was stuck to his thigh, sticky from the pre-cum he was still leaking.

your eyes glimmered in amazement.

you had never seen a site so beautiful.

“you ready for me?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“yes~ give it to me..” he purred.

oh he’s such a whore..

and you fucking loved it.

you gave his ass a hearty slap before you opened his cheeks up a bit more.

you rubbed two fingers on his entrance, spreading around the fluids to make it easier for him to take you.

you slowly pushed into him, fingers gliding in with one pump.

he hissed, feeling himself being stretched out.

wooyoung swallowed you, wrapping his insides around your digits effortlessly.

once you felt him adjust to you, you began digging in him with no remorse.

his honeyed moans echoed throughout the room, casting sweet melodies to your perverted ears.

you kneeled down to his ear, leaving small pecks.

“you’re taking me so well..” you voiced lustfully.

“you like this baby?”

“yes~ love it- mmm~ so much” he expressed passionately, now throwing his ass back against your hand, quickening the pace.

you matched his actions, curling your fingers with every plunge into him.

the lewd squelching coming from his asshole made your pussy pool with wetness.

“*hic* harder.. harder~”

“where are your manners?” you warned slightly slowing down, antagonizing him.

“harder please! mmm~!” he begged, his round eyes glossing with tears again.

“that’s better..”

you landed a hard smack on his ass, earning a wail from him.

“look at you.. being such a slut.” you spat harshly at him, picking up your pace a bit more.

woo’s moans became sparse, his breathing picking up.

you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. his long locs stuck to his forehead with sweat.

a few strands sticking to his plump lips with drool.

he’s was so fucked out, he could barely keep his eyes open.

he’s so gorgeous like this..

you wanted to keep him this way forever.

“what would your members think, hm? having your manager finger fuck you because you just couldn’t do it alone..” you taunted, drilling in him harder than before.

your fingers start to hit his prostate, causing him to gasp.

“ffuck~ right there! don’t stop~ p-please! m’close~”

you kissed him tenderly, pushing your fingers as deep as they could go, inching him closer and closer to paradise.

“gonna cum~ ngh~ m’gonna..”

“let it go kitty.”

with one final pump, his hole clenched around you tightly, his inside twitching vigorously.

his legs shook as he cried out in pure bliss.

you slowed down your movements, letting him ride out his orgasm.

once he caught his breath, you pulled out your fingers, his hole winking at you once more.

he gave a weak whimper feeling you exit him, slowly sitting up on the coach. you stared him down, licking his remnants off to clean up.

he returned the look, bitting his lip as he squirmed.

his dick was still crying for attention. his balls looked like they were about to burst, itching to be drained.

your poor pussy felt that heavy neglect too. the wetness that had been spilling down your leg during this whole ordeal, making your legs glue together. your puffy clit hungry for friction other than your thighs rubbing up against it occasionally.

your eyes shot right back to his stiff cock, watching him wrap his hands around and slowly stroke himself.

“y/n~ i need to feel you.. please.”

your craving for woo became unbearable.

you found yourself straddling him again, the both of you in a familiar position. this time, there wasn’t any clothes keeping you from completing feeling each-other.

the heat of your skin against his fueled your desires to the max.

you grabbed ahold of his toned shoulders, making yourself stable on top of him.

you lightly brushed your folds over his tip, placing him right at your entrance.

“it’s yours, kitty.”

his hands found your waist. he gave you one last longing look, asking for permission.

you nod assuredly, anticipations spilling.

wooyoung slowly slid you down onto his dick, you slowly engulfing him with your warm core.

his girth was stretching you perfectly. the veins on his shaft feeling textured against your walls.

the both of you weren’t going to last long under these conditions.

he bottoms out, the both of you moaning in unison.

you wasted no time.

you slowly began moving up and down, your mouth forming an “o” shape as your pussy swallowed him deeper.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, moving his hands from his waist to your soft and round ass, squeezing it like a stress ball.

“you’re so- mmh fucking tight around me..”

you tightened your grip on his shoulders, finding your rhythm.

“you fill me up so well.. mmm” you lushed.

finding a pace you liked, you kicked things up a notch.

you began to flop down into him, bottoming out every time you landed.

his eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the sudden change of speed.

woo moaned feverishly, his hands kneading your ass like dough.

you bit your lip harshly, your pussy gripping him more tightly.

your perky tits bounced up and down in his line of vision.

he licked his lips before he began sucking at your cleavage, making his way to one of your rock hard nipples.

you yelped as he sucked on you hungrily, one of your hands leaving his shoulder to support his head on your chest.

finally catching up with the tempo, he began matching your actions. he thrusted up into you, your gummy walls soothing his harsh strokes.

the two of you made a beautiful, erotic harmony. the mixture of moans, fluids and skin crafting a sweet tune that you’d never be sick of hearing.

you pry woo off your breast to tongue kiss him sloppily.

“is this what you’ve been dreaming of baby? mmh.. stuffing me so fucking good with this dick??” you ask against his lips, bouncing more forcefully.

“yes~ your pussy feels s-so good~ just for me..” he gritted, slapping your ass with a force you’ve yet to see tonight.

you wince at the impact, the sting burning your skin so good.

you pushed your body into overdrive, twerking your ass powerful on him.

your pussy clenched around his cock tighter than ever, making him belt out an array of moans.

your clit brush up against him repeatedly, making you toss your head back with a rapture.

the recoil of your ass hit his ballsack every time you came down on the shaft, stripping the coherence from his brain.

his eyes welled with tears once more, his mouth hung agape as you fucked him silly.

“don’t stop… so fucking good y/n- ah…” he murmured, burying his face in your chest to muffle his whimpers.

he fucked up into you with thirst, tears blurring his vision, returning the pleasure you were bringing him.

you brought your hands to drape around his neck, clinging to him as the both of you inched near your seventh heaven.

you felt his tip hit your spot with a pang, making you curse sharply.

your pleasure slowly starts to bubble over, your body starting to unravel.

“fuck~ i’m close…” you spoke, riding him messily.

he replicated your disarray, sloppily pounding into you repeatedly.

you felt his dick twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close to his peak.

he lifted his head, looking at you with puffy eyes.

“wanna cum with you~ m’close… please…please~” he sobbed, his lip wobbling with a pout.

he begged pathetically over and over again, taking your tit into his mouth to soothe pleads.

profanity spewed out of your mouth without care, you panting vigorously.

your euphoria was on the horizon.

“give it to me, kitty.” you mewled, the band in your stomach finally snapping.

“m’cumming! ohh fuckk~!” he cried, giving one final thrust.

both of you boomed out guttural moans of ecstasy. succumbed to your pleasure, letting the orgasm overtake you.

his dick throbbed, pumping his warm seed inside of you, painting your insides like a blank canvas.

your body shivered at the sensation, the feeling of his load coating your walls making you hold your breath.

he convulsed underneath you, faint cries still falling from his lips.

the both of you held each-other close, your bodies on fire, energy at a low.

after sitting still for a few moments, you felt him go limp inside of you.

you mustered up just enough energy to slowly pry yourself off of his cock. his cum leaked out of you, and onto the front of the couch.

he whined once your core left him, missing your warmth already.

you slouched your body fully onto him, embracing him tiredly. he nuzzled into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to each other’s hearts race.

“thank you.” wooyoung mumbled onto your skin.

“you always take care of me… more than i realize. i should be thanking you more often, seriously.” he spoke truthfully.

you weakly smiled, his words making your heart feel fuzzy.

“of course my love, that’s my job. i’m here for you.. always.”

you ran your hands through his damp hair, glimpsing at his stunning face.

“do you feel better now, kitty boy?” you questioned, stealing small pecks from his lips.

“so, so much better.” he replied, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

“happy to hear. im glad i checked in.”

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Bros before Hoes

Word Count: 426

Genre: Fluff

Wooyoung X GN! reader

A/N: Wooyoung has just been way too fluffy recently

Wooyoung was nosey, that fact was literally tattooed on his forehead. So, you weren’t surprised when he followed you out of bed and to the living room when you received a phone call from your sister. You were even less surprised when he curled up on your lap and motioned for you to put the call on speaker, indulging his antics you of course obliged, rewarded with a peck to your neck as your sister began ranting about her latest breakup.

“She cheated! With our cousin of all things!” She shouted, earring an exaggerated gasp from Wooyoung, almost sending you into a panic until you heard her response.

“I know right Woo? Can you believe her?” And what was even more shocking? Wooyoung took over your phone call, snatching the phone and getting up to go into the kitchen leaving you dumbfounded.

“You should come over; I’ll cook you a warm dinner and we can have a sleepover!” He offered, beginning to start cooking, when the call ended, you approached him, leaning over his shoulder to see what he was going to cook.

“Whatcha making us?” You hummed, watching his hands move gracefully.

“Who invited you?” He teased with a disgusted face, waving his hand in a shooing motion, only to fall into a fit of giggles when he saw the betrayal on your face.

“You brat!” You screeched beginning to chase him around the kitchen with whatever was closest to use as a weapon which happened to be a spoon which made him cackle even louder as he ran, still trying to cook as he moved. The sound was endearing, the whole situation warmed your heart, you loved just how close he was with your family, taking them in as his own, treating them to whatever masterpiece he cooked up whenever he could.

“Bros before hoes!” He shouted only to yelp immediately when he got tackled, pinned to the ground as you tickled the life out of him, “Okay, I give!” He shouted, innocently smiling up as his chest heaved, his eyes twinkled with adoration, loving the fun moments he could share with you, “I love you.” He breathed out, still breathless from the laughter. You simply huffed in return, allowing him to lean up and peck your face in various spots until you smiled, “Would you like to help me cook up some food?” That was the ultimate form of love from Wooyoung, he cherished cooking by himself and being a provider, sharing the responsibility of working together was his way of loving deeply.

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Your heart raced as you felt the soft velvet fabric slip over your eyes. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but you knew what was to come and the thrill of it all sent a shiver down your spine. You had agreed to this little game, a wild idea that had been floating around in you guy's group chat for weeks now. But it was only tonight that you had finally gathered the nerve to play along. ── ࣪˖ MORE BELOW

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of clothes as they positioned themselves around you. You took a deep breath, your chest rising and falling as you tried to calm your nerves. You knew each of your boyfriends by their unique scent, their touch and the way they moved. But would you be able to guess correctly who was fucking you with only these senses to rely on?

The mattress dipped slightly as the first of them climbed onto the bed. His body was warm and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in close. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, sending a rush of excitement through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to remember who had that particular scent of mint and leather. Was it Hongjoong? Or was it Seonghwa's gentle touch you felt?

A soft chuckle echoed in your ear and you felt his hand drift lower, caressing the side of your breast. It was definitely a tease and you couldn't help but arch into his touch. "Ready to play?" he murmured and you nodded, your voice a barely audible whisper. The game was on and you were already losing yourself in the anticipation.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down was your next clue. You recognized the faint metallic sound as Yunho's, and your mouth went dry. He had always been the most assertive in bed, taking what he wanted without asking. You felt his cock pressing against your thigh, a silent question that you eagerly answered by spreading your legs.

With surprising gentleness, he slid into you. You gasped, the sensation of fullness making your toes curl. He began to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that had you biting your lip to stifle a moan. You knew the rules – guess correctly or you don't get to come. You took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of him inside you. The way he filled you up, the way his body fit against yours... Yes, it was definitely Yunho.

As you felt yourself getting closer, you whispered his name, hoping it was the right guess. He paused for a moment, his body still, and then a low growl rumbled from his chest. "Very good," he said, his voice thick with desire. He resumed his rhythm, picking up the pace. Your breathing grew ragged and your body began to tighten around him.

The tension in the room was palpable as you reached for your climax. You could feel the heat of the others surrounding you, their eyes on you as you writhed beneath Yunho. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. "Come for me," he urged, his hips pumping faster. And with a final guessed whisper of his name, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you like a wave.

Yunho slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of you completely. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before backing off again to let the next one have his turn. You wondered who would be next and what unique sensations they would bring to this erotic game of guess who. Each member had their own way of making you scream and you were eager to experience them all. The blindfold was a thrilling mystery, heightening every touch, every sensation.

The mattress shifted again, and you felt a new presence beside you. This time, the scent of citrus and the softness of the touch on your skin told you it was Yeosang. His kisses were feather-light as he trailed them down your neck to your collarbone, his hands exploring the curves of your body with a gentle curiosity. His touch was so different from Yunho's that you couldn't help but whimper with anticipation.

The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, and you felt him hesitate for a moment, giving you time to guess. You took a deep breath and the scent of his hair gel filled your nostrils. "Yeosang," you murmured, feeling his smile against your skin. He didn't say anything, but the way his hands tightened on your hips told you that you had guessed correctly again. He pushed in, filling you up with a smooth, steady motion that was in stark contrast to Yunho's urgent claiming.

As Yeosang moved inside of you, you felt the others shifting restlessly around the bed. They were all watching, listening to your every moan, their own desire building with each passing second. The game had taken on a life of its own, and the stakes were higher than ever. You focused on Yeosang, his tender touches and the way his cock stroked you so sweetly. It was driving you wild, but you didn't want it to end. You clenched around him, trying to draw out the moment.

But Yeosang had other plans. He began to move faster, his kisses turning into nips and his fingers digging into your skin. The tension grew, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You knew you were close again, and the pressure was on. You panted, the words barely coherent as you struggled to guess. The room was silent except for the slap of skin against skin, and you felt a hand cover your mouth, muffling your cries.

"Guess," a voice whispered from beside you and you realized it was San, his breath warm against your ear. You nodded frantically, trying to hold onto the sensations, the feel of Yeosang's cock hitting just the right spot. "Yeosang," you gasped out, hoping you were right. And you were. He rewarded you by sliding his thumb over your clit, adding sensation to his thrusts. Your orgasm hit like a thunderclap, your body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Yeosang groaned, his rhythm faltering as he reached his peak with you.

As you lay there, panting and trembling, you felt the blindfold being removed. You blinked in the sudden brightness, looking around at the eight pairs of eyes watching you with a mix of lust and admiration. "Ready for round three?" Wooyoung's grin was wicked, and you couldn't help but smile back, already craving the next round of this addictive game.

He took a moment to look at your face, the way he always did when you looked so fucked out. His lips pressed against yours for a short moment before he held the blindfold up again. "You got two of us correct already, let's see how much more you know." he whispered and slid the blindfold on again.

This time, the scent was faintly sweet, like fresh berries and something musky underneath. Mingi, you realized, your heart racing as you felt his hands trace down your body, his calloused fingers sending sparks of pleasure everywhere they went. He was always so attentive, making sure you were always ready before he took you. The mattress shifted as he climbed over you and you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach.

The tip of his cock brushed against your wetness, and you felt your body tense up, ready for the next round. He didn't waste any time, pushing into you with a slow, deliberate motion that had you gasping. Mingi was always so in sync with your body, reading you like an open book and this time was no different. He knew exactly how to make you feel alive, how to make you crave more of him.

You felt him lean down, his breath tickling your ear. "Who's fucking you now, angel? Tell me." he murmured, his voice a dark rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, focusing on the way he filled you, the way his cock hit deep inside you. "Mingi," you moaned and he signaled you were right by swirling his hips, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

With every thrust, the anticipation grew, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. The sounds of the others shifting and whispering grew louder, their own need for release palpable in the air. But Mingi was relentless, his strokes deep and measured, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, doll," he murmured, and you couldn't resist the command.

Your body tightened around him, and you screamed out his name as the orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure crashing through your body. He didn't stop, though, his movements only becoming more erratic as he chased his own climax. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, he came inside you, his warmth filling you up.

The room was still for a moment before the next set of hands touched you. This time, they were smaller, more nimble. It had to be Jongho. The smell of his sweat and the sound of his panted breaths were unmistakable. The blindfold was left on and you felt a thrill of excitement as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance, collecting your previous cum.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, trying to ignore the way your body was already responding to his touch. He was gentle at first, his strokes shallow and tender, but you knew he had a wild side too. You felt yourself getting closer, the tension building again.

"Guess who I am, baby," he teased, his voice strained with his own need. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back. You knew him so well, knew how much he enjoyed making you beg. You took a deep breath, focusing on the way he felt, the way his body felt against yours. "Jongho," you whispered, and he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more demanding as he claimed you. You could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched you, the way he filled you up completely. And as you felt yourself getting closer, he whispered in your ear, "You're such a good girl," his voice hoarse with passion.

You didn't need anything else to drive you over the edge. You let go, your orgasm tearing through you, making you cry out. Jongho followed, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you. He placed a kiss onto your neck before pulling out, making your mixed cum drip out of your used cunt. And then, the mattress shifted again and you knew it was time for the next round.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a cacophony of heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. You felt a new urgency in the way he touched you, his hands more insistent, his kisses more demanding. You had no idea who was next, but you didn't care. You were lost in the sensation, the thrill of the game, the feeling of being wanted by all of them.

As the next cock slid into you, you felt a thrill of excitement. This one was different, slightly thicker than the others, and the way he was pumping into you was with a certain finesse that only one of them had. You took a deep breath, trying to place the scent that was now filling your nostrils. It was faint, but you caught a whiff of something spicy – it had to be San. His touch was firm but gentle, his cock stretching you just enough to make you squirm with pleasure.

You felt his hands on your hips, guiding you into his rhythm, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. San was always the one who knew how to get you going, his dirty talk a perfect blend of filthy and tender. You felt your walls tighten around him as you guessed, "San?" He chuckled and bit down on your earlobe, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm. "That's right, it's me, sweetheart," he mumbled, not stopping his thrusts for one second.

The room was alive with the sound of your moans and the rustling of the sheets. The other members were no longer silent spectators, their own breaths heavy and their own need evident in the air. You could feel the bed shifting as they jerked themselves off, watching you being fucked by their friend. It was a heady feeling, knowing you had them all on the edge, waiting for their turn.

But the game wasn't over yet. As San brought you to the brink of ecstasy, you felt the mattress shift again. He pulled out and the next set of hands were on you immediately, their scent a mix of sweat and something faintly mint – it was Hongjoong. His touch was firm, almost commanding, his cock sliding into you without hesitation. You gasped, the sudden change in sensation catching you off guard.

Hongjoong was always the leader, the one who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. His strokes were deep and powerful, hitting that spot inside you that only he knew how to find. You tried to guess who it was, your breath hitching as you felt the beginnings of another orgasm. "It's Hongjoong. Am I right?," you begged, desperate for the release.

There was no response, just the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his breathing growing more ragged. You felt him swell inside you, his grip tightening. And just as you were about to guess again, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Yes, princess. You're going to come for me, and only me." And with that, he began to pound into you, each thrust sending you closer to the edge.

You threw your head back, your body writhing underneath him. You could feel the others watching, their desire feeding into yours. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt yourself come apart. You screamed his name, your body spasming around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He didn't stop until you were a trembling mess, until he had taken everything you had to give.

As he pulled out, you felt the wetness between your legs, the evidence of your pleasure mixing with theirs. The blindfold was removed and you looked around, your vision blurry with lust. They were all there, their eyes dark with desire, their cocks hard and demanding. You knew the night was far from over, and you were ready for whatever they had in store for you next.

The next round was a blur of sensations – the feel of Seonghwa's soft lips on your breasts as he took his turn. Sucking and licking on your nipples until they were plump and hard. It didn't take long to guess and you were quick to let him know that you knew exactly who was inside you.

You felt his body tense, his strokes growing more deliberate as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. You could almost feel the others' anticipation, their eyes on you as you moaned out Seonghwa's name. And when you did, when you finally let yourself come around him, he whispered a sweet nothing in your ear, a promise of more to come.

But it was when Wooyoung took over that the game reached a new level. He was always the wildcard, the one who liked to surprise you. You felt his tongue trace a wet line down your body, pausing to taste each drop of cum from the previous rounds. His touch was light, teasing, until it wasn't anymore.

"Final round, doll. Guess who I am," he said with a smirk in his voice, while he slammed into you, filling you up to the brim. You gasped, the sudden sensation making your body jolt. You managed to guess through clenched teeth, already knowing the answer. "Wooyoung," you moaned and he chuckled darkly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that had you begging for more.

He let you come as soon as he felt you clenching around him, filling you up soon after, his load shooting into you before he pulled out of you. He took off your blindfold, smiling down at you softly. "You did it. You guessed all of us right, baby," he praised and you couldn't help but chuckle at how insane this game was.

[mikrokosmoslove]

Challenge Accepted | Wooyoung x fem reader

Pairing : Wooyoung x female reader

Summary : Your best-friend is an absolute brat at the best of times knowing how to rile you up and push your buttons, especially when you're gaming and especially when he flirts too much with you.

Genre : mostly just Wooyoung brain rot causing me to write this, smutty, unprotected sex, best-friend au, cockwarming, MDNI

Words Count : 5.4k

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story are completely fictional, and do not represent the real personalities of any of the Ateez members.

m.list | K-pop Shop | ☕

Your best-friend bursts through the door of your apartment like a whirlwind, the familiar sound of his footsteps filling the space, the sound somehow comforting and chaotic all at once.

He's grinning like a kid who just broke into a candy store, eyes alight with that familiar gleam of trouble.

“Hey, what’s up, beautiful?” His voice booms across the room, way too loud for the space, but it’s always been like that with him, everything too much, too fast, too Wooyoung.

He slings his bag onto your couch without a second thought, eyes never leaving yours, his steps quick, intentional.

That grin of his widens as he leans into you, nudging your shoulder in that playful way that makes it impossible not to smile back.

The scent of his cologne wrapping around you, dizzying. “Feels like it’s been forever since we hung out. Seriously.”

Your heart skips, a slight flutter you try to shove down. But the way his fingers brush yours, just the faintest touch, leaves a heat simmering beneath your skin.

You roll your eyes to play it off, crossing your arms over your chest like some flimsy shield, but your lips are already curving upward, betraying you.

“Ages? Really?” you shoot back, voice laced with sarcasm. “It’s been, what? A week?”

He drops onto the couch, hands clapping together with a burst of excitement. Mischief is practically written all over his face as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes glinting like he’s about to pull a prank.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” The way his mouth twitches, you know he’s barely holding back from spilling whatever it is right now.

You narrow your eyes, suspicious, leaning against the kitchen counter like you're steadying yourself for whatever chaos he’s about to unleash. “What is it, Wooyoung?” you ask, trying to sound calm, casual even, but he’s always been able to see through you. The slight waver in your voice? It gives you away.

He smirks, leaning back against the cushions, one arm casually draped over the back of the couch like he owns the place. His gaze flickers to yours, the confidence in his posture mixed with something else, something more....

“You’ll find out soon,” he murmurs, his voice dropping a notch, softer now, though the teasing tone remains.

His eyes lock with yours, lingering a little longer than usual, and suddenly the room feels too small, too quiet.

The way he’s looking at you... Your pulse quickens despite yourself.

“Wooyoung…” you warn, but your voice falters, betraying the tension building between you.

He grins wider, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you, and you feel that familiar pull in your chest, the one you’ve been ignoring for as long as you’ve known him.

Wooyoung shifts on the couch, sitting up a little straighter, and with that same impish grin, he reaches into his pocket.

You watch as his fingers disappear briefly before pulling out a small black box. Your heart stutters in your chest, and you immediately feel your breath catch.

He holds the box out to you, his grin softening into something... gentler, but still teasing, like he’s fully aware of the effect he's having on you. He wiggles the box a little, urging you to take it. "Go on," he says, voice low and playful. "Open it."

"Wooyoung..." you mutter, narrowing your eyes suspiciously as you look down at the box in your hands.

He shifts slightly, resting his chin in his hand as he watches you with that insufferable smirk, like he's holding back from exploding with laughter or excitement.

"Are you gonna keep staring at it or open it?" he teases.

Sitting down beside him to open it, your breath hitches as you take in the sight of the delicate necklace nestled inside the box.

A thin silver chain with a small, intricately crafted musical note pendant. A tiny gem, shimmering faintly in the soft light, is embedded in the note, catching your eye with each movement.

You feel your heart squeeze as you lift it from the box, the necklace cool and light in your hand. “Wooyoung,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leans back on the couch, hands resting behind his head, that smug grin still plastered on his face, though his eyes flicker with something deeper. “You like it?” he asks, his voice softer than usual, but still carrying that familiar teasing lilt.

Your fingers trace the gem on the pendant, almost afraid to touch it too much, like it’s something fragile, precious.

The weight of the gift feels overwhelming, and not just because of its beauty. “It’s... stunning, but why?” You lift your gaze to meet his, your heart racing faster than you’d like to admit.

He shrugs, all casual, like he hasn’t just sent your heart into a tailspin. His lips curve into that lazy, half-smirk that drives you insane in all the right ways. “Do I need a reason to buy my best friend something pretty?

You roll your eyes, trying to steady your voice even as you feel that familiar tug deep inside you. “Best friends don’t just casually give each other necklaces for no reason, Wooyoung.”

He leans back stretching his arms wide like he’s settling in to watch a show. “Oh, excuse me for being thoughtful,” he says, throwing in a dramatic sigh. “I should’ve just brought over pizza or something, right?” His tone is all mock offense, but the sparkle in his eyes says he’s loving every second of your reaction.

“You’re being weird,” you mutter, staring down at the necklace again, the delicate pendant resting in your palm like it weighs a ton. “There’s gotta be a reason for this.”

Wooyoung leans in, dropping his voice to a low, teasing whisper. “I just wanted to see you get all flustered. It’s adorable,” he says, his face close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.

His grin only widens when he sees the flush creeping up your neck. He’s known you too long, can read you too easily, and he takes full advantage of that.

You huff, trying to hold onto your irritation, but it’s impossible with him looking at you like that, like he’s always known just how to break down your walls.

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, pushing him back lightly, but the way your heart’s thundering in your chest betrays you.

He laughs, catching your hand as you shove him, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that feels too intimate for something so casual. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says, the teasing still there, but softer now. His eyes flicker to the necklace, then back to yours. “But you can’t say I don’t know what you like.”

The tension between you shifts, something familiar but deeper settling into the air.

He’s always been able to do this, push and pull at you, make you laugh one second and leave you breathless the next.

It’s part of why you’ve stayed close all these years, but lately… it’s been harder to ignore how right it feels, even in moments like this.

You clear your throat, trying to find something to anchor yourself. “Wooyoung,” you start, but your voice falters when you look up at him. He’s still holding your hand, his thumb tracing slow circles that send little jolts of electricity up your arm.

He smirks as if he didn’t just turn your world upside down with a necklace and a few touches. “Come on,” he says, gesturing to the necklace. “Put it on. It’ll look amazing on you, and you know it.”

You hesitate, but the look in his eyes makes you finally give in.

You lift the necklace and turn slightly, exposing your neck as you fumble with the clasp. Before you can get too far, he's already behind you, his fingers brushing yours as he takes over, sending a shiver down your spine.

“There,” he murmurs, his voice dropping as he fastens it gently. His fingers linger at the base of your neck, the warmth of his touch sending your heart into overdrive. His eyes locked on you, and for a second, neither of you says a word.

His smirk returns, but there’s a softness in his voice when he says, “Told you. You look stunning.”

You break the tension with a playful shove to his shoulder, as you clear your throat, trying to shake off the lingering electricity in the air.

"Right," you say, forcing a grin that doesn’t quite hide the warmth still simmering under your skin. "Let’s get some drinks and play some video games."

Wooyoung’s face lights up instantly, his cocky grin sliding right back into place, like the intensity of the last few moments never even happened. “That’s my girl!” he practically shouts, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him in one smooth, effortless motion.

His arm stays firmly around you as you head toward the kitchen together, his laughter filling the space, loud and familiar.

You open the fridge, pulling out a couple of drinks, handing one to him without a word.

The movement is quick, routine, like muscle memory after all these years of friendship.

The tension from earlier starts to ease, slipping back into the comfortable flow of your usual banter. But still, there’s that buzz something different lingering, something you both keep ignoring.

“So,” Wooyoung says, tilting his head toward the gaming setup, that devilish grin spreading across his face. “What game do you want me to destroy you in tonight?”

You snort, twisting the cap off your drink as you throw him a look. “Destroy me? You wish,” you shoot back.

He steps back with a dramatic flourish, eyebrows raised like he’s about to put on a show. “Oh, I know I will,” he says, that bratty edge to his voice as he crosses his arms. “You’re too distracted by my good looks to focus properly.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, brat,” you shoot back, doing your best to push down the flutters in your chest.

Wooyoung narrows his eyes at you, clearly enjoying the banter, and gestures toward the couch with a smug smile. “Get ready to lose, beautiful."

-

Time flies as the two of you dive into game after game, the atmosphere shifting between bursts of laughter and moments of intense focus.

But, in true Wooyoung fashion, he’s taken his bratty antics to a whole new level tonight.

He’s constantly leaning into your space, throwing sarcastic remarks your way with every small victory, his grin downright wicked as he taunts you, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

"Come on, Y/N, is that all you’ve got?" he teases, leaning in so close you can feel the warmth of his breath grazing your ear.

His shoulder bumps yours, just enough to mess with your concentration, his eyes dancing with mischief. "At this rate, you might as well hand me the controller."

Your eyes narrow, your focus split between the game and trying not to let his proximity get to you. "Wooyoung," you growl, fighting back a grin as your fingers tighten around the controller. You resist the urge to shove him, barely. "You’re going to regret it when I win."

He chuckles, low and smug, leaning even closer, his arm stretching across the back of the couch behind you, effectively boxing you in. His voice dips, almost conspiratorial. "Oh, please. You can’t win if you’re distracted."

He’s so close now that every time he leans in to “check” your progress, his arm brushes against yours, the warmth of his body radiating against your side. It’s deliberate.

Every touch, every little nudge, is meant to throw you off, and, annoyingly, it’s working. Your fingers stumble on the controls, and you know he’s loving every second of it.

Then, with one especially cocky move, Wooyoung sprawls dramatically across your lap, laughing loud and proud as you nearly lose the game.

His laughter is infectious, but you’re so close to snapping that you finally can’t take it anymore. You swat at him, catching his arm with a playful shove. "Hey!" you yell, barely holding back your own laughter. "That’s not fair! Get off me, brat!"

Wooyoung’s laughter only intensifies, his whole body shaking as he leans back, clutching his stomach like you’ve just told the funniest joke. "Not fair? I’m not the one losing!" he wheezes, completely ignoring the fact that you’re still trying to play.

"Yeah, because you keep distracting me!" you snap, your competitive streak flaring up.

You reach over to shove him again, but this time, instead of moving away, he catches your hand in one smooth motion. His fingers wrap around yours, firm but playful, and for a second, the world feels like it slows down.

The laughter dies in Wooyoung’s throat, and for a moment, it’s like the world shrinks around the two of you. His hand is still wrapped around yours, and his teasing grin falters, just for a second, but long enough to send your heart into a tailspin

"Admit it," he says, his voice low and teasing but with an edge that makes your pulse race. "You’re just mad because you’re losing to me."

You swallow hard, but instead of pulling your hand away, you squeeze his back, the warmth of his skin under your palm making it harder to think clearly.

"No," you shoot back, your voice steady even though your heart is thudding in your chest. "I’m mad because you’re being an annoying little punk."

Wooyoung throws his head back, laughing loud, the sound filling the room in a way that makes your chest flutter. "Oh, come on," he says, his voice dripping with smugness, eyes glinting with mischief. "It was a fair fight. You just can’t handle losing to the master."

He leans back against the couch, his arms spreading wide in an exaggerated show of victory, and as he stretches, his shirt rides up just enough to show a sliver of his toned abs.

The glimpse of his skin catches you off guard, making your heart skip a beat before you can reel it back in. You tear your gaze away, but the image lingers, warm and distracting.

You grit your teeth, reaching for your beer and downing it in one long, determined gulp, the cool liquid not doing nearly enough to cool the frustration that’s simmering under the surface.

It’s not just the game, not just his constant teasing—it’s him. "Ugh!" You slam the empty bottle down on the coffee table with a bit more force than necessary, the loud clink breaking the silence.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, clearly amused, and that grin of his, infuriating and cocky spreads wider.

"You okay there, champ?" he asks, leaning in a little closer, like he’s savouring every second of your frustration. "Need another drink to drown your sorrows?"

Your glare sharpens, but there’s a spark of playfulness in it now. You’re not backing down from this.

"Oh, so you think you could still beat me even if you were distracted?" you challenge, leaning toward him, eyes narrowing with intent.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, and his smirk grows wider, the challenge flickering in his eyes. "Me? Distracted?" he scoffs, his voice dropping as he leans in just a fraction more. "You really think you could manage that?" His eyes sparkle with mischief as he glances at your lips for just a second, his tone laced with a daring edge.

You tilt your head, refusing to let him win this time. The corners of your mouth quirk up in a teasing grin. “I think you underestimate me, Woo.” Your voice is low, daring. You lean in, just enough for your shoulder to brush lightly against his arm, the warmth of his body making your skin tingle.

He inches even closer, the space between you evaporating until you can feel the heat radiating from him. “Oh, I could beat you with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back,” he drawls, his voice dripping with cocky confidence, each word wrapped in a smirk.

You arch an eyebrow, crossing your arms defiantly, your pulse quickening at the challenge. “Oh really?” you shoot back, leaning in just a little more, your breath mingling with his. There’s a fire in your chest now, competitive, thrilling. “Let’s see how far those skills go when you’re not distracted by your own ego.”

He doesn’t back down. In fact, he leans into the tension, like he thrives on it. His grin grows even bolder.

“Alright,” he muses, tapping a finger thoughtfully against his chin, the playfulness never leaving his eyes. “Let’s make a bet. If I win, you have to…” His eyes lock onto yours, his voice lowering just enough to send a jolt through you. “Kiss me.”

Your heart skips a beat, the unexpected boldness of his words hitting you like a shockwave. You blink, your mouth parting as you try to process what he just said.

“What?” you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wooyoung leans in just a fraction more, his smirk growing as he watches you fumble. “But,” he adds, his voice soft but loaded with intent, “if I lose, you get to ask anything of me.” His gaze drops to your lips for a heartbeat before snapping back to your eyes, the intensity there making your stomach flip. “So, do we have a bet?”

Your breath catches. It’s not just a game anymore. Not with the way he’s looking at you, not with the heat simmering between you both.

The idea of kissing him, feeling that connection, finally pushing past the electric tension, sends a shiver down your spine. You can almost taste it.

You swallow, trying to slow your racing heart. “And you’re confident you can win, huh?” you challenge, your voice betraying the adrenaline rushing through you. You sit back, hoping the distance will give you a moment to collect yourself. But it doesn’t help.

“Always.” His voice is smooth, confident, as if he’s already won. He crosses his arms over his chest, lounging back against the couch, looking every bit like someone who’s sure of his victory. “Besides, I like the odds. And the reward… doesn’t sound so bad.”

You stare at him, your mind swirling, trying to keep your cool. But you can feel the heat rising in your chest, spreading through your limbs.

There’s no denying the chemistry between you, it’s been crackling like this for ages, but now it’s on the verge of something dangerous and exhilarating and something finally snaps in you.

You narrow your eyes, letting a slow, teasing smile tug at your lips. “But you haven’t heard how I’m going to challenge you yet,” you say, your tone low and suggestive.

It feels like a gamble, this game you're playing with him. But his interest piques instantly, his eyes lighting up with curiosity as he leans forward.

“Oh? I’m all ears,” he says, feigning innocence. But you know that glint in his eyes. He’s not fooling anyone.

“I don’t think you can handle it,” you murmur, upping the stakes, your gaze daring him. “Maybe I should give you an easier challenge.” You bite back a grin.

He scoffs, clearly not taking the bait, “Come on,” he says, voice dropping into that dangerously charming tone. “Don’t hold back. I can handle anything you throw at me.”

Your heart pounds, but you keep your voice steady, meeting his challenge head-on. “Oh, you think so?” you ask, a slow smile curling your lips. “Careful, Wooyoung. You might regret being this confident.”

He blinks, his grin faltering as he processes the shift in your tone. You take a slow, deliberate breath, heart pounding as you prepare to throw him off balance.

“Fine,” you finally say, your voice a low, sultry challenge. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You pause, letting the tension build, his eyes fixed on yours, waiting.

“You have to beat this level,” you lean in, your mouth dangerously close to his ear, your next words a whisper that makes his breath hitch, “while I’m… cock warming you.”

The room stands still, like the air itself is holding its breath. You swear you can hear your own heartbeat, pounding loud in the heavy silence, and the heat between you becomes something tangible, thick enough to drown in.

His mouth parts slightly, and for a second, you watch as his usual bravado flickers, like a flame exposed to a sudden gust of wind.

Swallowing hard, his throat bobs with the effort, as if trying to choke down something much bigger than he expected.

His eyes, usually filled with playful confidence, widen in disbelief, like he isn’t sure if he actually heard what he thought he did. For the first time, the bratty edge he’s always so quick to wield falters.

He looks almost dazed, lips parting in surprise. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.” His voice drops lower, quieter, like he’s afraid to say it any louder, as though doing so would make it real.

His fingers twitch at his side, the nerves betraying him, though he’s desperately trying to play it cool.

But you see it, the tension in his jaw, the subtle flush creeping up his neck. He’s rattled, and that thrill ripples through you.

His eyes meet yours, locking in place as the room suddenly feels even smaller, the walls closing in with the weight of what you’ve just said.

“Cockwarming?” he finally whispers, the word coming out like it’s forbidden, barely louder than a breath.

His gaze doesn’t leave yours, searching your face, looking for any sign that this is a game or a joke. But your expression holds firm, and you can see the uncertainty in his posture, he’s too stiff, too still for the cocky Wooyoung you’re used to.

The tension shifts, morphs, crackling between you like static electricity.

You lean back slowly, arms crossing over your chest as a smug grin pulls at the corners of your mouth, savouring the power in this moment. “Yes,” you say, drawing the word out with deliberate slowness, watching his reaction with growing satisfaction. “That’s exactly what I said.”

For a moment, he looks down, his confidence visibly faltering as his gaze flickers to the floor.

When his eyes find yours again, there’s no mistaking the uncertainty that shadows his features. His voice, usually playful and loud, now drops into a low, almost hesitant whisper. “But… what does that entail exactly?”

The vulnerability in his tone hits you like a jolt, so unlike him that it sends a fresh wave of heat through your body. He’s not playing now.

"You know what it entails" you say softly, raising an eyebrow teasingly. Moments tick by in silence as he stares at you.

“Alright,” he breathes out, but there’s a catch in his voice, betraying the calm he’s trying to project. "Deal," he says, but there’s a tremor in the word, his body betraying just how much this is affecting him

He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as if he's trying to centre himself, trying to get a grip on the intensity swirling inside him.

“You sure you don’t wanna back out?” you ask, hiking your skirt up slightly, reaching for your panties.

His eyes follow the movement, briefly distracted before snapping back to your face, his jaw clenching with determination. “No, a deal is a deal”

His hands reach for his jeans, pulling the belt out its loop and pushing them down along with his boxers past his hips, his cock already hard, springs out.

Your pussy throbs as you stare in surprise, thinking that you’d call his bluff, his cock is perfect. Thick, long and pretty just like him, he was bigger than you imagined.

“Fuck, Woo...” you bite your lip, as you you feel your panties sticking to you.

Wooyoung’s breath catches as he sees the desire in your eyes, blood pumping into his cock even more, his voice lowering an octave, “Come and sit on my cock then” he pumps his cock at few times, gauging your reaction.

You whimper internally, hooking your fingers into the sides of your panties, and slowly pulling them down.

The air whips at the wetness gathered between your legs and Wooyoung’s heart pounds in his chest, unable to believe this was really happening.

Turning around so you’re facing the television, you lower yourself down onto his lap, your hand grasps the base of his cock firmly, feeling the silky smooth skin.

He bites his lip to stop a groan from spilling out, as you slide his cock through your slick lubricating it, the sensations turning you on even more than you care to admit.

He grips the edge of the couch tightly, his knuckles whitening as if it's the only thing keeping him grounded.

His breathing grows heavier, and for a moment, his eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting shadows over his flushed cheeks, but snap open when he feels the head of his cock begin to slip inside you. He sucks in a sharp breath “You’re so tight and warm”

Slowly, inch by inch you sink deeper onto his cock, a slight burn from stretching you open. Somewhere deep in your mind, you were screaming at yourself for crossing this boundary with Wooyoung.

You had no idea how you’d let it happen. What had possessed you to even suggest this? Maybe it was temporary insanity. Or maybe it was just him, his playful grin, his bratty ways and his eyes that dared to break all the rules.

And now, there was no going back. You weren’t sure you’d ever want to. Wooyoung’s face contorts with a mixture of pleasure and concentration as he feels himself slowly disappear inside you.

"Shit, Y/n…" he whispers, voice low, rough around the edges, as if he’s fighting to keep it together.

“Focus Woo” you goad, "this is about the game, not my pussy"

Right… game,” he mutters, voice uncharacteristically shaky. His hand reaches for the controller, but his movements are slower, less sure than usual.

He sits back, pretending to focus on the screen, but you can see the way his fingers fumble slightly on the buttons, like he’s not really paying attention.

He’s just as rattled as you are. Slowly, he gets back into game mode, a grin forming on his face, but every few seconds, his hips jerk upward gently thrusting into you, testing his own control.

You grit your teeth, clenching around him, a soft moan spilling out. He lets out a strangled moan when he feels you clench, his fingers slipping on the controller for a split second before he regains his grip “….shit” he groans, his voice strained. “Must...focus”

You chuckle, feeling somewhat victorious as you clench around his again. His hips buck upwards sharply, making you both gasp, and he loses his train of thought for a moment as his character takes a hit on the screen. “Ahhh….that’s... cheating” he pants.

“Stop thrusting, Woo” you breathe out. You shouldn’t be enjoying his cock, and every movement he makes, just makes more of your juices run down to his balls.

“I can’t help it, you’re the one sitting on my cock, and it feels good, it’s driving me insane”

His words make your pussy clench again, you let out a strangled gasp. "It feels good for me too”, you admit, the delicious stretch of his cock inside you, becomes too much to bear.

Reaching between your legs, your fingers slowly rub your clit in circles, you lean back against his chest.

A soft moan leaves your lips. Wooyoung’s attention snaps from the TV to your face. His heart beats wildly against your back, eyes darkening, lingering on you for a moment. “Please… Y/N,” he murmurs, his voice rough, deep ,he’s not even sure what he’s asking.

You tilt your head, forcing a smirk to play at your lips as you meet his gaze. “I thought you said you could beat me with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back,” you tease, your voice light and mocking, but it trembles just slightly as you continue to play with your clit. “So this should be easy for you.”

His breathing is shallow, and there’s something primal, something dangerous, in the way he watches you. Wooyoung lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates through the room, and you feel it settle deep in your stomach.

His fingers fly over the controller, pounding the buttons with quick, frustrated taps, while his eyes remain laser-focused on the screen.

He’s completely absorbed, but the way his hips keep shifting upward, Woo,” you warn, your voice strained as you try to steady yourself, “stay still.”

Wooyoung bites his lip, trying desperately to hold still, his body trembles with the effort, muscles tense. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he focuses with determination even as his cock twitches, aching for friction.

He grits his teeth, as he gets closer to victory on the game. “I’m….I’m almost….there”

And that’s when you lift your hips, and slam yourself back down on to his cock.

His eyes roll back, his body going rigid, letting out a loud moan. “Fuck!” his hand tighten on the controller, as his character self-destructs. His face is a mask of pleasure and frustration “No….”

He glares up at you. “Cheater” he accuses playfully, reaching out to grab your hips, thrusting forcefully into you, making you both moan out loud. “Oh fuck!

He grins wickedly, his fingers digging into your hips, lifting you up and down on his lap, as he fucks into you. “Well….this is your punishment for cheating” he breathes hotly against your neck, nibbling on your skin.

You gasp sharply “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah” he starts to pound into you relentlessly “I’ll show you who’s really the winner here”

“Oh shit!” your hand snakes around the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to yours, he meets your gaze, watching as the pleasure contorts on your face, your eyes close to the sensations.

“Look at me” he commands, “ look at me while I fuck you” he presses his forehead against yours.

“Mmmm, Wooyoung!” you open your eyes, to look at him.

He grins wolfishly, gripping you tighter, “Say it again,” he growls, his eyes locked on yours with desire “say my name….”

“Wooyoung” you tremble around him, he lips presses against yours, kissing you fiercely, his tongue entering your mouth, “Fuck…...I love hearing you say my name like that” he breaks the kiss, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“I’m gonna cum” your nails grip his forearm.

He thrusts into you a few more times “Cum for me, pretty” his own release imminent “I want to feel you squeeze around me”

Your orgasm explodes from you, hands clinging to him tightly, he lets out a loud groan feeling your tight walls clamp around him, triggering his own release.

He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin, as he shudders and pulses inside you, releasing his seed.

You slowly come down from your high, breathing returning to normal, he unwinds his arms from around your waist “Sorry…...I got a little carried away” he murmurs softly.

“What are you sorry for? I suggested the cockwarming?” you mutter, face blushing.

He looks at you, a hint of guilt. “I know...but I didn’t mean to be so rough” he sighs, running a hand through his dark locks.

You smile softly, “I kinda liked it, I didn’t know my bestie had it in him” you tease gently as you stroke his cheek.

His face splits into a wide grin, eyes crinkling at the corners “Oh really?”

“Hmmmm” you grin “Or such a big cock” you whisper in seductively in his ear,

He laughs, arms wrapping back around your waist, kissing your lips putting all his emotions into it, “Well...if you liked it, I guess we'll have to do it more often”

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Hate Me, Please | J.WY

「prompt」 : nothing else to tell you 「pairing」 : wooyoung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.2k

「synopsis」 : wooyoung, following his father's words, packed to leave even as you tried to figure out why. he didn't want you to chase after him like he knew you would so he did the only thing he could think of, make you hate him. yet he didn't know that you could never hate him, no matter what he did.

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : cussing, crying, mentions of threats, wooyoung's dad is kind of a dick, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : wow... there's just one more day of angstober left, guys. this has been a long and angsty road, but I have to admit I enjoyed it. I feel like it was refreshing to write something a little different than your regular kinktober... anywho tomorrow is the final day, and I'm a little sad that it's ending, but I'll be back on my normal agenda soon. ALSO there is another Halloween special that is coming out tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that!!

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

Walking into your and Wooyoung’s apartment, you were met with the sound of loud rustling. Tossing your keys to the side, you quickly slipped off your shoes and made your way to your bedroom, where the noise was coming from. Looking into the room, you find your boyfriend tossing things from the closet onto the bed.

“Woo…” you called out to the male softly as you noticed the large luggage bag on the bed filled almost to the brim with his things. Seeing all of this could only make you think of one thing: that he was leaving, and it made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.

Wooyoung hadn’t heard a thing you said to him, far too occupied in his own mind to pay attention to the outside world. Until he turned around and found you standing in the doorway, staring at him with shocked and confused eyes.

He cursed under his breath; you weren’t supposed to be home until after he was gone. Averting his gaze, Wooyoung moved over to the bed and started folding more of the clothes to stick in his suitcase. Not saying a single word to you, which only made you feel more confused.

“Wooyoung, what’s going on?” Your voice shook slightly as you walked up to him, but he didn’t pay you any mind.

He wanted to have this all done before you got home so he wouldn’t have to see this look of heartbreak and confusion on your face. The last thing he wanted to do was leave you and everything you had built together behind, but he wasn’t left with much of a choice. His father had threatened your life if he didn’t listen, and he knew that his father would stick to his word, so he had to go.

Sure, he could have sat down with you and explained everything, but he knew you. You have tried to talk him out of it, saying that there were ways that he could get around this or even take you with him, and he knew that it would work because he always gave in to what you wanted. However, this time, he couldn’t. He also knew that you would go looking for him if he just up and disappeared, so he did the only thing he could think of to prevent that.

To make you hate him.

“I’m leaving. What does it look like?” His voice was cold. He spared you a single glance, and he instantly regretted seeing the hurt in your eyes.

“What?” You were hurt and confused, but by far more confused than anything; why had he decided to leave all of a sudden? Did something happen? You had so many questions you wanted to ask, but none of them would leave your tongue as you watched him continue to pack.

“I said I’m leaving. What about that do you not get?” He glared at you, and you took a small step back, completely bewildered by his behavior. "Now, if you’re just going to stand there asking stupid questions, then leave.”

Tears started to brim in your eyes, but you bit your lip, refusing to let them fall. You tried to think of any logical thing that you’ve done that would make him act like this, but you were coming up blank. Yet something about this didn’t seem right; it felt off.

That’s when something Wooyoung’s brother had said the other day clicked in your head.

‘Dad’s getting impatient. How much longer do you think you can push this off?’

He had been talking to Wooyoung in the office when you happened to walk up and overhear. You didn’t pay it any mind because his dad has always been on Wooyoung’s ass about certain things, which of course, you found mildly annoying, but what could you do?

“Does this have to do with your dad?” Your question made him freeze for a split second, and you knew you had your answer even if he wouldn’t say it out loud.

Wooyoung swallowed thickly, trying his best to keep his composure as he packed. How could you have known? Did you happen to overhear something one day? He started to rack his brain for any plausible cause of you finding out that he hadn’t even noticed you walking up to him.

“Wooyoung…” You called out to him, reaching for his arm but stopped short when you heard sniffles. The sound alone made your heartbreak, but when he turned with teary eyes, it completely shattered your soul.

“Why couldn’t you just let me make you hate me?” He asked, tears starting to fall from the corner of his eyes as he stared at you. He then turned and sat down on the bed, burying his face in his hands to hide the tears.

“Oh, my love, even if you were to leave like that, I would never hate you.” You spoke softly as you moved to stand in front of him, hand reaching out to lay on his shoulder, “I love you far too much to ever hate you.”

You didn’t even have a chance to react when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and burying his face in your stomach. There were no words spoken as you let him cry, trying to fight back your own tears as you ran your fingers through his hair.

After a few moments, you licked your lips and asked the dreaded question, “When do you leave?”

“My flight leaves tonight.” His voice was muffled against your skin as he didn’t move an inch, scared to let you go.

Silence filled the room once more as you mindlessly ran your fingers through his hair while trying to keep your composure. You tried to think of any possible solution that would get him out of leaving, but knowing how his father is, that wasn’t an option. Then you thought about possibly going with him, but it wasn’t like you could just up and leave your job on such short notice without repercussions.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, maybe a year at most.” Wooyoung pulled away just a smidge to look up at you, his eyes bloodshot from crying, and tear streaks stained his cheeks. You reached down, cupping his face in your hands and wiping away any of the stray tears with a small, sad smile.

“I’ll wait for you," you told him confidently, and he opened his mouth to object, but you wouldn’t let him. "You could be gone for a month, six months, a year, or even five years, and I would still wait for you, Wooyoung.”

Your words struck him deeply, and more tears started to pool in his eyes as he stared up at you, wondering where he ever got lucky enough to find someone like you. He didn’t deserve you or your time, but you were more than willing to give all of your time if it meant he would still come back home to you.

Maybe his initial plan didn’t go as he thought it would, but he would much rather have this outcome than anything else. Even if it meant he had to say goodbye for a little while, he knew that you would be there waiting for him with open arms when he finally came back home.

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woo's prelude: a clown's remedy to heal a broken heart (JWY x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

A drunk and kind of akward conversation inside of a closet is the start of Wooyoung's journey into healing his broken heart. Only he doesn't really know the name of the Scarlet Witch that helped mend a heart that wasn't supposed to break anymore, even if she starts plaguing his thoughts and dreams after that.

PAIRING: wooyoung x fem!reader.

GENRE: halloween hookup to [redacted] (we'll get to that when we need to).

WORD COUNT: 11.9k

WARNINGS: SMUT ☽ (MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, drinking and drunk behavior, mature language, insults, woo getting his heart broken by his ex girfriend even though they're friends and they haven't been romantically involved in YEARS my god he's a dummy, reader getting her heart broken too, some self worth issues, frat bros being stupid and getting drinks throw at them for stepping over the line, howl!wooyoung (not for people with weak hearts and strong imaginations), making out, biting, description of female anatomy, sweet dirty talk and praising , fingering, semi-public (they're at a party, does that count?) and protected sex (wrap it up please), switching them positions for him, masturbation, hook up talk and the start of something new that we won't see for now but soon!

NOTES: hi everyone! decided to do a halloween drop on halloween day because spooky season is not over until i get this story out of my system it seems! this story is PART OF THE LOVE'S AN UNCHARTED PATH / SHOW & TELL UNIVERSE but can be read as a stand alone finally yay! THIS A PRELUDE TO WOO'S STORY, a little taste of what's to come for him and his boo (see what i did there?). this took place BEFORE we can't be friends (san's story) and will be placed accordingly on the masterlist to clear any future confusion. there's mentions of the characters that show up in wcbf so if u want to better understand the dynamics, you can read that but it's def not needed!

this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: october 31st 2024 at midnight!

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There's a particular way one too many tequilas can make a room spin that Wooyoung absolutely adores. 

When it happens, he lets himself catch the world swirling around him before closing his eyes and praying for a little bit of lucidity to come to him so he can get his drunk ass home safely. 

As he opens his eyes, his face scrunches at what he sees: San, dressed as Gomez Addams, waving a hand in front of him. It takes him a little to remember where he is. 

It's a bit extra confusing with all the costumes and strangers and the music blasting through the speakers but when it finally clicks, he's grateful that he's not completely gone yet. 

“Are you good?” He can faintly hear San ask over the music, San’s girlfriend by his side dressed as Morticia, eyeing him with a quirked brow. 

Why is San with her? He will never, ever get it. 

Kyungmi is not really right for him. It's been a few months already since they made it official and Wooyoung can just tell. He always tells. He's not as oblivious as everyone paints him to be. 

There's one girl who's right for San but, in all honesty, Wooyoung is too tired to fight him on it. 

San always shoots back with a comment about him and Gyuri, his ex girlfriend (now best friend) and it always brings his mood down for some stupid reason. 

He's oblivious to why that happens. By choice, of course, but oblivious nonetheless. 

He prefers it that way. 

Wooyoung would nod, but he knows it's dangerous to do so “Just peachy.” 

“Why don't you—” San starts but he interrupts. 

“Some air and water,” he smiles, taking the water bottle from his friend’s hand “Waaaay ahead of you, babe.” 

Kyungmi rolls her eyes “Quit calling my boyfriend babe, dude.” 

San laughs, Kyungmi does not. 

“Don’t be jealous because he loves me more than you,” sticking his tongue out, he stumbles his way around them both “I'll be back.” 

He focuses on putting one foot in front of the other until he reaches a very big window. It's larger than usual. 

Oh. 

It has a door. A door that slides! 

It's a balcony. Amazing, just what he needs: To be a safety hazard and a possible traumatic experience for everyone at the party. 

He should probably turn back around before he's accidentally leaping over the edge but then he sees it. 

He sees her.

Corpse bride. Her blue makeup being wiped off by somebody's tongue in a secluded corner of the backyard of this stupid frat house the friend group ended up for the night. 

Gyuri is kissing someone. 

His chest tightens, his mouth drops slightly and his heart thumps hard enough for him to feel it on his throat. 

Why is she doing that? 

She's wearing matching costumes with him. She carefully picked them out, she ordered everything a month and a half ago and now she's kissing some… Some… Attempt at a Superman costume. 

Which is pretty fucking hilarious because how do you fuck up a Superman costume? 

But Wooyoung is not laughing. He's hurting, he's fucking pissed and, at the same time, he can't pull his eyes away from her. From them. 

Is feeling this pathetic something that would fit Víctor?

Vector? 

Whatever his name is? 

He's never seen the Corpse Bride, so he doesn't remember the name of the dude he's dressed up as. He just knows he wants to wipe the pale complexion Gyuri painted on him off. 

Off. Off. Off. Out. He needs to leave. 

But he ends up going back inside and downing another shot before he can really think about it, giggling to San and pretending nothing happened because who the fuck is he to Gyuri to get upset over it? 

Her ex, sure. But that happened a long time ago, so it doesn't count anymore. 

So it doesn't really matter. Nothing really matters when he finds Yeosang (dressed as the Phantom of the Opera) and drags him to the dance floor for what it feels like forever.

And then, one thing leads to the other and he's sitting on the floor, in a circle of people he doesn't even know, playing spin the bottle. 

Or is it seven minutes in heaven? A vampire and a fairy kissed in front of him half a second ago, but Zuko and the creepy doll from that one netflix show got up and into a closet like… six minutes ago. 

He didn't really pay attention to the rules. 

Oh, well, he's about to find out anyway! 

Fingers grasping the soju bottle in the middle of the circle, he carefully inspects the faces of everyone sitting there, expectantly looking at him. 

His vision is a little blurry but he wants to pick whoever strokes his fancy the most to try and get rid of the funny feeling he gets when he sees Gyuri walk right in front of him and head for the drink table. 

He decides quickly that, as long as it makes him forget the image of that dude's tongue down the mouth of the love of his life, he's good. 

So he spins the bottle. It spins and it spins and it spins and everyone leans forward in anticipation until it stops in front of someone. 

There's someone on his left that audibly gasps and Wooyoung looks at them before his eyes focus on the person he has to… Kiss? Get in a closet with? 

What does he need to do? 

“You can skip her if you like,” some dude with red paint dripping down his forehead and cargo shorts tells him. He's not even sitting down in the circle but lying on the couch closest to it “She's in a bad mood.” 

That’s when the Scarlet Witch that the bottle landed on rolls her eyes and gets up. 

Wooyoung thinks he's about to lose his turn and wait for the next round or until the bottle lands on him when she offers him her gloved up hand. 

He gets up. He's a little bit more sober now, alert as he plants his feet on the carpet again just to not make a fool of himself, throwing a glance at Gyuri just to find out she's not actually looking at him at all.

The pang on his chest comes back. 

“Don't throw a drink on him just for trying to kiss you too, sweetheart, that's what the game is all about,” the same dude from before tells her as they both pass by the couch and head for the space Zuko and the doll who, he assumes, just got done with their seven minutes was occupying “Don’t say I didn't warn ya, Wooyoung!” 

Who is this obnoxious motherfucker and why does he know his name? 

It takes two and a half hazy steps until the darkness of the small space engulfs him and Scarlet Witch. 

It's one of those long closets with narrow walls that leave absolutely no space to move around when you actually need to put something away, but it's a perfect nook to make out. 

He would know, he's been in this situation many times. 

He lets go of the stranger's hand, only because she turns away from him and then she huffs once the door closes. Wooyoung hears a thump against the wood of it, so he assumes she hit it with her fist or her boot. 

“Fucking asshole.” She mutters under her breath but he hears it. 

It dawns on him that the reason he sat down to potentially kiss strangers that night was to be seen. 

Wooyoung wanted people to see him so they knew he was completely fine and, as soon as Gyuri walked into the room, his motivation was for her to see him doing completely fine. 

Cool. He's cool. He's one of the actual cool guys at the university, he's been told so before. 

He also wanted her to feel a little bit jealous but now, eyes closed for a few seconds to try and regain composure after whatever just happened, he realizes that she probably wouldn't even care.

So this whole thing is useless anyway. Only now he gets to meet (kiss?) someone dressed as one of his favorite characters of the decade. 

There, as his eyes adjust to the minimum light that's filtering under the door, he realizes his mistake: he said nothing to defend her. 

In his defense, his drunk brain processes the information a little too late. And, in her defense, Scarlet Witch seemed like she didn't really care what the asshole said in the first place. 

Now he notices that's not true. 

It's hard to make out her figure but he hears another soft thump and when he turns his head to the right angle, he's able to make out that she just leaned against the door. 

He opens his mouth to apologize, he thinks, but she beats him to it. 

“We don't have to kiss or… fuck or whatever people do with their seven minutes.”

“Wow,” he laughs, his back finding a wall and almost knocking something placed on a tiny shelf next to his arm “I promise I wasn't expecting you to—” 

“Yeah, yeah, save it,” she lets out a breath. “If you want to tell them that we kissed, that's fine by me. I know how your frat bros behave when you don't do what you're supposed to.”

“They're not my frat bros. In fact, they are not even my bros,” he frowns, and slides against the wall because his legs are threatening to give in. He's suddenly very, very exhausted “I don't know them.” 

“Isn’t your name Wooyoung?” 

“Y-yes?” 

“Then you know them,” she shoots back, matter-of-factly “And I'm not interested in kissing any of your kind tonight.” 

“My kind?” 

“Men,” she clarifies and Wooyoung can feel her smile in her next words “Although frat bros are a different kind of species altogether.” 

“I'm not a frat bro!” 

It takes a second and his honest frustration but she laughs “Sure.” 

In the dark, with his ego bruised and his heart crushed, Wooyoung thinks it's a pretty laugh. 

He thinks it's even prettier when he hears a little ruffling and then her body heat invades his space, kind of. She just sat beside him, thigh against his and perfume reaching his nostrils. It's a mix of something sweet and something citrusy. 

It's really nice.

He gulps before asking “W-what was that about?” and then points to the door like she can see him. 

“He's in one of my classes. He thought he could kiss me and when I said no, because fucking look at the state of him, he tried to kiss me anyway,” she says all chirpy but Wooyoung picks up on the sarcastic tone and let's out a soft ew at the story “I preventively threw my drink on him because I got a little freaked out and now I'm sober and pissed off. I think he's a little upset about me thinking he was about to take advantage of me.” 

He grimaces “You can't never be too sure, though.” 

She hums and then sighs a: “I know.” 

“I don't even know his name but he does sound like a fucking asshole.” 

“Why does he know you?” 

Wooyoung shrugs and he's a little glad it's dark. He's not exactly smiling, his playful nature not coming out at the moment. “I'm a pretty popular guy.” 

“I don't know you.” 

“Well, I don't know you either, so we're even,” he shrugs again and it's kind of hypocritical because, to be fair, he didn't get a good look at her face at all “I just know you s-smell nice.” He murmurs, tripping on his words like a babbling drunk idiot. 

Maybe because that's what he is right now.

“Thanks… I guess.” She sounds weirded out by that but he's not sober enough to care. 

“You're so welcome.” 

There's silence in which Wooyoung does nothing but try to find her in the dark. He eventually does, given the fact that the light from under the door casts a little on her face now that she's sitting down.

He doesn't recognize her, which is odd. Wooyoung knows almost everyone. At least her voice would ring a bell but there's absolutely no frivolous memories with this girl and he kind of likes it that way. 

If she doesn't know him, she doesn't know about Gyuri. That's a plus because there's no reason for her to be walking on eggshells around him like every other student at the university who finds him attractive. 

There's another beat of silence between them both, music blasting outside and making the floor slightly thrum underneath him. 

He's not usually this quiet. When he doesn't feel like crying, he's usually very annoyingly outspoken. Mind glowing in red alert, he practically stumbles his words out to fix that. 

“I like your costume.” 

“You do? People didn't get it.” 

“That's because they care more about Captain America than Wanda Maximoff,” he scoffs. “It’s the Multiverse of Madness one, hm?” 

“Wandavision post-credit scene,” she whispers back and Wooyoung nods, encouraging her to go on even if she can't see him. He thinks she's about to maybe rant about the show or the character or the party or anything that can help him forget, but she does the opposite “I, uhm… Also like your costume.” 

There's a tint of shyness in her voice, like she's not used to being nice. 

“Victor, right?”

“I've never seen the movie.” He makes sure to clarify before she asks him about it. 

“You don't really have to see the movie to know the character, Wooyoung,” he feels when her head hits the wall slightly, on purpose maybe “I don't like him anyway.” 

“Then why did you say you liked my costume?” 

“I lied. It's called trying to keep the conversation going,” her explanation makes no sense to him in that state of inebriation, but he lets it go “I don't exactly know what to talk about when I drag someone into a closet.” 

Wooyoung pauses and then laughs to himself “We were not exactly supposed to talk in the first place. Have you never done this before?” 

“No. I don't usually go to frat parties,” she says after a second where Wooyoung was met with silence, a moment where he wondered if his question was out of line “Coming here tonight was a mistake.” 

He finds himself asking without thinking, again “Then why did you?”  

“I'm so bored.” 

That takes him by surprise. 

“Bored?” 

“Yes, I'm bored. My dorm room mattress has a hole in it because I never go out and… Well, there's a boy I liked that came here tonight, so, I came as well.” 

Liked? 

Wooyoung doesn't really ask her about it. 

Eyebrows practically touching his scalp, Wooyoung thinks for a split second she's talking about him but that's not really possible because they've never met until now, she said it herself. 

“Well did you find him?” 

She takes in a shaky breath and then lets it out. Sadness suddenly fills the constricted space and Wooyoung isn't sure if it's just him or if Scarlet Witch is going through a heartbreak as well. 

“Yeah, I did” she whispers back and doesn't elaborate, so he doesn't ask “There's a bride going around the party. I saw her, she looks really cool, maybe you could—” 

“She's my best friend,” he interrupts because the mention of Gyuri, so directly at that, has his heart racing with anxiety. So long for her not knowing about his ex girlfriend “We, uh… We dated in highschool and we stayed friends, so it's not really happening again.” 

“Oh… Do you want it to happen again?” 

“W-what?” 

“I mean,” she laughs a little awkwardly, like she's nervous “You sounded very sad when you said it, a little angry too.” 

“Did I?” 

He definitely didn't mean to sound like that at all. 

Scarlet Witch hums in agreement and he really thinks about what to answer. The short answer is a simple yes but, if he's being honest, he already knows that they're not good for each other. Not like that, anyway. 

“I don't really know what to tell you.” 

“You don't have to tell me anything,” she says right away and it calms his nerves a bit. “Just know that there's no real helping when you like someone, it doesn't matter if you thought you didn't like them anymore. It just happens. It sucks but it just happens.” 

The unsolicited advice doesn't really help him, if he's being honest. It stirs something inside him that he wants to keep hidden, concealed, so he turns the topic of conversation away from him. 

Away from Gyuri. 

“Speaking from experience?” He asks, half jokingly.

“Yeah, so I can confidently say that it fucking sucks.” 

She turns to him with a smile (he's hyper focused on her, there's no way he could've missed that) before laughing and a tiny force lifts up the corners of his lips. That's one pretty laugh.

Maybe, in an universe where was a little bit more sober, he could've actually spent these seven minutes kissing her. 

Kissing her. 

He wants to kiss her. That's going to take his mind off Gyuri, sure. 

His heart beats quicker this time, for a completely different reason. 

He leans in. 

He's going to kiss her. 

She clears her throat “Are you going to the party next saturday?” 

Huh? 

Oh. 

“Yes, I think so,” he's a little breathless and probably blushing because of what he was about to do “Why?” 

After the night he had, he thought he was going to struggle to even bring out this sort of excitement out of himself. When Scarlet Witch raises her gloved hand and brings it to the nape of his neck, he wonders if she actually has magical powers. 

It effectively distracts him, it sobers him up and makes him feel drunker at the same time. Short nails caress the skin where her fingers lay and then she grasps the strands of hair sticking out, not gelled down for the sake of his costume. 

“Is this real?” 

What does she mean? This feeling taking over his body? The heat that spreads all around? He's not sure if it is, if that's what she's asking. 

Hia mouth feels like cotton when he asks “Is what real?” 

She laughs softly again “The hair, the length.” 

Oh. 

“Yes, it is.” 

Maybe he should've taken his time in answering because, as soon as he does, her touch leaves him. 

“You should go as Howl,” she murmurs and he melts a little “It'll suit you better than a Tim Burton character, I think.” 

He laughs, it's short lived and through the cloud he feels he's on right now “You think?” 

“Yeah,” he can't see her, but he knows she's nodding “Even if you claim that you're not a frat bro. You know, the whole seducing ladies and stuff.” 

Wooyoung laughs “Howl did not seduce any ladies, it was all a rumor!” 

“He did, in the book.” 

“Oh, I don't read.” 

“See?” she clicks her tongue and then her shoulder touches his, teasingly “Total frat bro.” 

Wooyoung thinks about it again. 

Kissing her. Now out of pure want instead of selfish motivations. 

She said she didn't want to, earlier, if he recalls correctly and that's okay. 

He still wants to though, so… 

The question is on the tip of his tongue, he even thinks he makes out the start of it before it's cut off by the sound of the door opening. 

Closing his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light, it takes a few seconds for them to adjust to it and, when they do, he finally sees her face. 

He should've kissed her. 

The costume she's wearing it's cool, sure, and she's even wearing a wig that looks very expensive so he confirms the fact that she likes to dress up sometimes but that's not really what amazes him. 

Maybe it's because he sort of already formed a judgment of her character but she's beautiful and he really, really, really, should've kissed her. 

“Time's up, you're hogging the closet. Oh, and someone is looking for you,” the girl dressed up as Zuko points in his direction and then, because neither of them makes an effort to stand up, she nods and steps aside “I'll give y'all a minute.” 

Scarlet Witch laughs and Wooyoung wishes he could share the sentiment. At this point, he thought he would be done with a makeout session and in desperate need for another drink to keep the night going. 

Now, he wants nothing but take her hand in his and find a quiet spot where he can keep getting to know her. Maybe get her number. 

And he swears he's going to ask, but the universe is not in his favor. When she turns to him, he loses all ability to speak and when she leans in to peck his cheek his breath hitches and he feels like a teenager getting a crush for the first time. 

“In case you need to tell anyone I kissed you,” she whispers in secrecy, leaning back a bit “So you don't have to lie. I hate liars.” 

He gulps “Noted.” 

She doesn't even give him the opportunity to escort her out of tiny space: she gets up, bolts for the door and when Wooyoung's brain catches on to the gigantic problem of his own creation, as he gets out of the closet and looks around for her, she's already out of his sight. 

“Are you good?” 

It's the second time tonight San has asked that. It's not annoying by any means but when it comes with the concerned faces of Yeosang, Kyungmi and Gyuri he has to think his response through.

But the Scarlet Witch's words echo in his mind. 

I don't like liars. 

“No, I'm not,” he says, a little out of breath “I didn't get her name.” 

This time, the entire crew joins him, Gyuri, Kyungmi and Yeosang to go to the party. 

He wishes his other best friend came along as well, but she's really not that fond of parties in general. 

Which sucks because she would look good in a costume and maybe that would prompt San to act on his feelings and break up with Kyungmi in the process. 

She was a pain in his ass tonight. Didn't really help his nerves at all. 

Yes, he's nervous about possibly seeing Scarlet Witch again. 

Yes, he thought about her all week and tried his best to find her on social media but couldn't. 

Yes, he's aware tonight's theme for the party is a mix of a masquerade and a normal costume party or whatever the sorority organizing it said in their invite. 

And yes, he's dressed up as Howl Pendragon, wearing a black and white mask that he borrowed from one of the girls in the group. They decorated it with little gold and pink stars and it looks cute on him but that's not the point! 

Masks complicate his quest for the night. 

He hopes that she's here tonight. He also hopes that the costume alone is enough for her to recognize him: There's a lot of people here tonight. 

Even waiting in line to pay the cover fee for the party felt stuffy. 

He turns to Gyuri and she's laughing at something her date for the night is telling her. That's right, for the first time in many, many years, Wooyoung is not her date. 

Superman is. He's dressed in the same costume he saw him in last weekend, he thinks he even sees as smudge of Gyuri’s corpse bride body paint on it. 

She's Wonder Woman for the night. So original. 

Wooyoung feels bad as soon as the bitter thoughts go through his head. He didn't even know they exchanged numbers, let alone kept chatting to coordinate their costumes for tonight's party. 

He found out when she told her that the Raven and Beast Boy costumes would have to wait until next year. 

And he, actually, was relieved that he didn't have to paint his face green for God knows how many hours just to keep losing his date in the crowd and finding her kissing someone else. 

Ugh. 

Bitter. He's as bitter and jealous as someone who has to see the love of his life not give a damn about them or their feelings can be.

But that's okay, he has other plans for the night anyway. 

As soon as they all get through security (there's security at a house party, what the hell), they all scatter to do what they do best at parties. 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa head for the drink table, Yeosang and Jongho head for a corner of the main room, San, Kyungmi, Gyuri and Superman go straight to the backyard and Mingi, his girlfriend and Yunho walk with him to the dancefloor. 

He dances with his friends, he pretends he's paying attention to their banter as his eyes scan the crowd looking for someone familiar behind a mask. 

He thinks he remembers her face very well, it stayed on his mind for a whole week but, even after dreaming about their conversation, Wooyoung is having a hard time in finding her. 

She didn't even tell him what she was going to dress up as or if she was even going to show up. 

Or did she? 

His memories are all blended together. He's going to make sure to be sober tonight, just for the sake of remembering every little detail if he does end up finding her. 

But the hours go by and he still can't find her. 

He's losing hope, he's beginning to believe she didn't even show up to the event which, hey, sucks but that means that he can finally get her out of her head. 

Sort of. 

There's a Scarlet Witch staring at him. But there's this alluring nature to his Scarlet Witch that can't be replicated, or so he thinks. 

He's about to convince himself he drunk dreamed the entire thing but then he sees him. 

The obnoxious motherfucker. Her classmate, mister can't-take-no-for-an-answer. 

In all honesty, the first thought that crosses his mind is to punch him in the face. He's still dressed up all frat bro-ish and his mask is a paper mask, completely diy-ed and with a dick drawn on the right side. 

And then he abandons the thought because, although an asshole, he can lead go finding his Scarlet Witch. 

Only issue is: Mister asshole is walking away with a girl on his arm and heading straight to a… room? bathroom? 

Stopping his movements, mid a Troye Sivan song and cutting Yunho off in whatever he's telling him, he let's out a loud “Fuck!” 

Yunho stops, Mingi and his girlfriend turn slowly to them with wide eyes and concerned expressions 

“What did you do to him?” Mingi asks Yunho and his best friend laughs nervously. 

“I didn't do anything! Did I do something?” he turns to Wooyoung “I didn't, did I?” 

“No, no. Sorry, I… I gotta go.” 

“Go where, Serena Van der Woodsen?” 

Wooyoung doesn't get the reference Mingi’s girlfriend makes but he laughs like he does “I'll be right back!” 

He's never been so determined before, moving through the crowd like his life depends on it and crashing into Batman and his Joker on the way to stop the guy who's potentially changing the course of his night. 

“Hey!” He yells behind him but the music is somehow louder on this side of the house and five people turn their heads, but not the guy pushing a Silent Hill nurse into the bathroom door to kiss her before opening it. 

Damn it. 

He runs faster and faster and he thinks he's going to miss his chance when the tip of his boot catches the door before it fully closes on his face. 

Breathing hard, his lips turn up in smirk when he catches the way the guy's face scrunches in confusion before opening the door again and looking at him.

Wooyoung takes it a step further and gets into the bathroom with them, closing the door behind him and lifting up his mask.

“What the fuck, Wooyoung?” 

“Hey, so sorry for interrupting your fifth makeout sesh for the night but I need to ask you something. Hi.” He says to the nurse and she smiles a little before turning to the Frat Bro and raising her eyebrow inquisitively. 

“And it couldn't wait?!” 

“No,” he says right away, smiling sardonically and getting straight to the point afterwards. “So, remember the Scarlet Witch that I ended up going to the closet with last week?” 

“Who?” 

Wooyoung is going to kill him.

“The girl who threw a drink on you last week for trying to kiss her even if she said no the first time you tried,” he reminds him, “Is she here?” 

“Y/N?” the name comes out in a whisper and Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath. 

Y/N. 

It fits her. 

“Your classmate, yes.”

“Uhm, yeah, I think she's here,” he looks a little embarrassed at the recalling of the events of last week and Wooyoung wants to smile because of it, but he just looks at him with an insistent look so he can catch that he needs more than that to find her. To find you “Look, bro, I don't know where she is right now. I think she's dressed as a… Clown? A jester? Some weird, indie costume, uhm… She has a pointy black birthday hat? I don't know.” 

He's slurring his words but that's not enough for Wooyoung to feel bad for him. He, however, does not want to speak with him anymore. 

“Alright, thank you for that, I'll… Leave you to it,” he opens the door again and frat idiot scoffs, so he turns and looks directly at the Silent Hill Nurse “Please make him wear a condom.” And he can tell she's a little turned off with the whole conversation. 

So, as he closes the bathroom door and scans the crowd one more hopeful time, he counts that as a second victory. A little revenge on your name, even. 

He wanders the house, the hallways and rooms and little hideaway spots but he finds no sign of you in them so he heads for the backyard and looks up to the second floor. 

The first room is presumably empty, lights turned off and no activity in it the few seconds he observes it. 

The second room has an ambiance light turned on and he sees what looks like a Mad Hatter run across the window and then he hears something crashing, so he hopes that's not where you are. 

The third room has a balcony. It's dark, there's not one light lit in the entire room but there's neon lights in the backyard and streetlights and the moon casting perfectly on it, so he's able to see it perfectly from where he stands. 

And there, draped in some sort of vintage looking clown costume, wearing striped tights and a black and white pointy hat, mask in your hand and your forearms supporting your weight, you stare past him. 

You look sad, but it could also be the illusion the makeup you put on gives. 

He doesn't know you enough to know what your sad expression looks like and it bothers him a little. 

You also don't notice him at all, which is odd, because you're staring directly over his shoulder. You only blink fast and focus on his face once someone calls out: 

“Woo!” That's Gyuri's voice. Raising your head, you wave to him and smile a little. He smiles back. 

He has to literally force himself to peel his eyes from you and look behind him, at his best friend “Are you okay? Come hang out with us!” 

She looks so happy. A little drunk, but happy. San is also right beside her and he shoots him a knowing smirk that he ignores because he has to leave and speak to you. 

“I'm a little busy, Yuri. I'll be down in just a sec,” that's a lie but she nods happily and so he turns to you, your smile a little bigger now “Don't move.” He warns cheekily in a whisper and you seem to get it, because you smile wide, raise your arms defensively and open your, once again, gloved hands in defeat. 

He practically sprints to the second floor after that. 

You hope Wooyoung didn't notice. 

Staring daggers at the girl he told you last time is his best friend? Yeah, that could turn into a fight really fast if he reproaches it. 

You don't remember her name but you do remember her kissing the guy you've liked since forever. She's been doing that all night tonight, too. 

It pisses you off for all the wrong reasons. Sure, she's not exactly at fault, but the human mind is horrid when it comes to mental self flagellation and you, unfortunately, are an expert at that. 

All kinds of things went through your head. The main one, a question: Why do you feel so possessive over something that clearly isn't yours? 

His heart. 

His heart it's not yours, it never was, it never will be.

It's time you come to the realization that that's okay even if it hurts you. The obsession you have over it, over what happened with the two of you it's starting to get pathetic and it makes you feel lonelier than usual.

You really hope Wooyoung didn't notice. 

As you walk to the door and unlock the room you claimed for the night (because you want to leave, but the cover was expensive and there's no way you're letting it go to waste) you let yourself detach from the emotions you've been feeling all night. 

Wooyoung doesn't need to know what's going on in your head. You have a good memory of him, you even filtered a little last weekend and you want to keep that going. 

He doesn't need to know, he doesn't need to stay in your life for too long either.

It makes you giggle when he opens the door and scans the moonlit room of this sorority house like he doesn't really believe you were there in the first place. He smiles wide when his eyes land on you, back against the wall closest to the door. 

“Hey.” You say, biting down a smile.

His chest is heaving, like he ran all the way up here and it does nothing but send nervous tingles down your spine.

He smiles beautifully, entering the room and closing the door behind him “Hi.” 

Peeling your back from the wall, you start walking around the room because that keeps your body busy and unable to embarrass you. 

“Thought I missed you completely tonight, Y/N.” 

Frowning, you give him a glance over your shoulder “You know my name.” You say, rather than ask. 

“You didn't want me to?” 

Shaking your head, there's a tiny smile that curves your lips when you turn to him. He's walking around as well, slowly, carefully, like you're about to disappear if he moves too fast. 

“I don't really enjoy mysteries that much.” 

He smiles as well “You didn't tell me your name last time.” 

“You didn't ask me,” shrugging, you take a few steps his way and scan his costume without any discretion “You see?” 

“Hm?” 

“How good you look as Howl?” tilting your head slightly, you don't miss the way his cheeks darken slightly and that makes the remains of your shyness disappear from your body. You tell yourself that you, in this room, there must be no space for it. You point at his cape “Was it hard to get this?” 

“Overnight shipping,” he whispers, taking a step in your direction “You look very cute.” 

“You think?” 

“Yeah, I really like the, uhm…” he gestures to your costume “Vintage vibe.” 

You don't have to be a genius to notice he doesn't really know what you are. “I'm a pierrot clown.” 

He scoffs “I knew that.” 

“Sure you did, buddy.” 

There's a pause and then you both laugh but it dies down quickly and there's this tension between you both you don't really know why it's there.

You two didn't exactly connect that much last time. At least, you don't think you did. He was kind of drunk and you weren't really thinking straight either. 

“Y/N…” Your name sounds good out of his lips. 

“Yes?” 

“Why did you disappear last time?” 

That makes you laugh again. You didn't exactly plan on it, you were going to wait for him outside the closet but then you saw them kissing goodbye and your heart couldn't really stand it, so you bolted. 

You walk towards one of the two beds, sitting down on it carefully, to not disturb it too much. He follows you with his eyes, his head turning slightly in order to do so.

“You mean when I left the party? I didn't disappear on you,” that's not really a lie, you convince yourself. You kind of bid your goodbye to him that night “Didn’t think you wanted me to stay, either. Did they give you too much shit?” 

“For what?” 

“I clearly didn't kiss you that night. I think it was obvious, so… Your frat bros didn't give you shit for it?” 

Closing his eyes, the smile he gives you in return for the inside joke you two have going on makes your heart flutter “Stop insisting on that, will you?” 

“You can't really fight the truth, Wooyoung.” 

“Hm,” he walks over to you again, sitting on the bed next with his thigh touching yours. Innecesarlly so, because there's plenty of space, but you enjoy the warmth it spreads around your body so you don't say anything “You did tell me you didn't like liars.” 

“Oh, you remember that?” 

“I remember everything,” he nods, “I wasn't that drunk.” 

You give him a look “Weren't you?” 

He laughs again and you follow, pushing him slightly with your shoulder like you did back in the closet as well.

You don't really know what to say anymore, so you clear your throat slightly. 

“Are you enjoying the party?” 

“Are you?”  

“What do you mean?” 

“You seemed kind of sad when I saw you, there,” he points at the balcony and that makes you sigh. He noticed, kind of. That's disappointing and impressive at the same time. “I thought it was the makeup but it doesn't really seem like it.” 

“I’m not sad,” you admit, “I'm hurt.” 

“Isn't that the same thing?” 

“Not really, no,” shaking your head, you stare out of the big panel windows into the night sky. He doesn't need to know entirely, but you can tell him something about it “Remember the guy I told you about last time?” 

“The guy you went to the party for?” 

You nod “Well, he's here tonight too. With a date this time.” 

“Oh,” when you turn, catch him licking his lips before continuing and your eyes are fixed on the motion for a second too long “And that hurts you, duh, obviously.” 

You think it's adorable he's also a little nervous but you only smile and don't give him shit for it like you would do to anyone else “When you're obsessed with the idea of someone specifically seeing you a certain way, yes, it hurts,” you shrug “I'll get over it though.” 

“I feel that,” he says and you can imagine. You sensed it in his feelings last time, you can't actually believe the coincidence and irony of it all “Did you and this guy…?” 

“We went to highschool together. He was the only person who I thought saw me for who I was, whoever that is,” there's a bitterness in the laugh you let out you don't enjoy “We kissed a few times, he told me pretty things and I feel. Totally forgot about me when he had a summer glow up before we started our first semester, though.”

“Well, he's an asshole.” 

“He's not, not really,” and you desperately need to change the topic to him, so you bump your shoulder against him one more time “Did you come with your Sophie?” you ask, pretending to not know about Wonder Woman and the fact that she's here with somebody else. 

He catches who you're talking about, though and shakes his head, giving you. tight smile. 

“No, no, uhm… She has a date.” 

You hum “Are you hurt too?” 

“I'm bitter,” he whispers back, right away “Don't know if that's the same as being hurt, but I'm bitter.”

Silence falls comfortably around the understanding in between you both. You stare at each other, lips slowly curving upwards until you end up laughing yet again at the absurdity of the situations you're both in. 

“Guess we're just… A pair of losers tonight, huh?” 

“And what a pair we make.” 

You agree. There's this electricity running through you, you even dare to say it's running through him too and it makes you slightly regret not kissing him last week. 

If you did, the desire to do so right now would be easier to come to terms with. 

Thankfully, the same thing seems to be going through his mind “I know I was drunk, but I wanted to kiss you so bad.” 

“Are you drunk now?” You ask back in a whisper. He shakes his head. 

“Don't want to ruin your pretty makeup. Besides, you said last time—” 

You lean into his space a bit. 

“That was then,” you interrupt with a tiny smile “And now is now.” 

“That's how time usually works, yes,” he laughs and you join, rolling your eyes at the bad joke. You can see the second he makes the decision, his hand hesitantly finding your cheek and, when you don't recoil at the possible contact, he leaves it there “But are you sure it's okay?” 

You know why he's asking. He doesn't want to take advantage of a vulnerable moment, neither do you.

But you want to kiss him. 

“It’s matte,” you say instead and you hope he understands the real meaning behind your answer “The lipstick, it's matte. And the base It's set with really good powder, too, because I thought…” 

You thought that somebody else was going to kiss you tonight. 

He gets it. He understands why you did it and he scoffs with mild annoyance at it, which makes you smile. 

“Y/N,” he closes the distance between you even more and your breath hitches with anticipation before he whispers: “I'm going to kiss you so good, you'll forget about his lips forever.” 

That's the best thing someone has ever said to you, ever. You shudder at the thought and just stare, eyes dropping when he leans in further and his nose bumps into yours. 

“Do you want that?” 

Sleeping with Wooyoung won’t fix your problems. It sure won’t, not yours, not his but it doesn’t need to. You don’t know what the remedy for a wounded heart is but a distraction from the hurt can’t be all that bad. 

It's still a little bit pathetic how you whimper in response to his question. 

But it gains you the prize of tasting him for the first time, his minty flavor mixing with the remnants of whatever soda you had earlier and you sigh into the encounter. He’s not as delicate as you thought he would be. 

Wooyoung kisses you hard, with want, with need, with something you recognize in yourself and give back: the need for a distraction, for a feeling other than that hurt and bitterness you two mentioned not even three minutes ago. 

You don't know what to do with your hands, where to put them, but he fixes that. He grabs them, puts them on his shoulder, scoots a bit more into you and so your chest touches his and he sighs in contentment at that. 

You feel a little bit nervous, but that’s okay. 

It’s not like you’ve never been touched, like you’ve never done this sort of thing but it is the first time you want it. You want him. 

You’re not numb this time around, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when his other hand joins and keeps you in place, pulling back a second to take in some air before going back in for another toe curling kiss. 

Mind disconnecting from the outside world, you curse the layers of clothing (and there’s a lot) in between you when his hands travel down to your waist, against your body, caressing it and then grasping it in a way you’ve never felt before. 

It’s not rushed and it doesn’t really feel like something that you both want to get out of your system even though it is. You don’t really expect Wooyoung to ask you on a date after hooking up at a sorority party, after all. 

Oh. 

The party, that’s right. Did you lock the door? No, no. He walked in and didn't, you think. 

You can’t really think straight when he’s biting your bottom lip and then licking it as an apology for his misbehaving. It draws a breathy moan out of you and he drinks it, tongue meeting yours for the first time ever as you stand up from the bed, kiss never breaking, his 

body following yours. 

You’re wearing a lace ruffle white collar that goes with your costume. It’s cute, surprisingly not itchy at all and right now it seems to be getting in his way. His fingers look for the velcro clasp and then, when he loosens it enough, he janks it off. 

Somehow, you enjoy the theatrics and you giggle as his mouth abandons yours.

“Woo…” You manage to say when his lips start to make acquaintance with your neck, over your pulse. Craning your head to the side, he moves to the skin that unveils because of it and it’s hard to think of anything but the way you start to tremble under his touch. 

Grounding yourself by sinking your fingers in his hair, you attempt to speak again but he keeps distracting you. 

“Fuck, say that again.” 

Humming, you return “Woo,” you say again, “the door…”  

He moves to the other side of your neck “What about it?” 

“It’s— Oh,” teeth sink into your skin and you moan out loud, you can practically feel his smirk on your skin after that and your face burns as a consequence. “W-we need to lock it.” 

“Afraid someone will walk in on us?” he finally pulls away enough for you to see his face. His lips are swollen and there’s a flush across his cheeks that sits beautifully there when he smiles, forehead resting against yours a second later “You don’t like that thought?” 

There’s a part of you that doesn’t think it’s proper. It’s bad enough you’re hooking up with a somewhat stranger in a room that isn’t yours, but people finding out? That should terrify you. 

But it doesn’t. He seems to read it on your delayed response and the way your eyes widen with need when he pulls away again to watch your reaction to what he said. 

“You do, don’t you?” and then you’re moving, backwards, backwards, backwards until your back hits the door and there’s this passion glistening in his eye that excites you and sends spikes down your spine and into your core “You want people to know I’m kissing you dumb, hm? You want them to see what I’m doing to you?” 

He pauses and you feel like it’s on purpose, you feel like he takes in you heaving chest and the way your eyes follow the veins down his arms when he presses his hand behind you, pushing into your space a bit more and you should feel overwhelmed like you normally do with everyone else, but you don’t. 

You want him to get even closer.

“You want them to see what you do to me?” 

His whisper shakes you, awakens something in you that you desperately want to explore. It makes you feel shy and brave at the same time and the contradiction makes you bite down a smile. 

There’s no need for you to see what you’re doing to him, you can feel it when the hand that wanders to his waist pulls him closer, forward, until his hips meet yours and his leg finds a home between yours. Grunting, he raises a brow and gives you a knowing grin, but you enjoy surprising people. 

Your black gloves contrast against his skin and the white of his shirt when you caress the arm planted next to you and he follows the motion, letting out a breath “What if I don’t?” you ask, low, like it’s a secret you don’t want anyone else to find out even if you’re alone in this room “What if I want to keep you all to myself?” Watching his expression carefully, you try to measure if you’re crossing the invisible hookup line with your words but he closes his eyes and there’s no way for you to tell, so you correct your possible mistake in a whisper “For the night. You don’t want me to be only yours tonight?” 

Something twitches against your leg and the brief tension melts from your shoulder. Damn, you’re not that mouthy during these sort of scenarios so you almost, almost fucked up, huh? 

It doesn’t really matter when his free hand brushes his knuckles against your stomach, over your clothes and the ridiculously big buttons of your costume and then leaves you to twist the lock on the door “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, by the way.” 

“I want you.” The words get out before you think it through and you don’t mind it. You value honesty, you love when your body acts before your mind has the time to make you feel ashamed of your own feelings and wants. 

It pays off because his expression morphs in pure want and his tone is a whimper when he begs you, forehead meeting yours again “Again.” 

“I want you, Woo…” You whisper against his lips and then his mouth is on yours hungrier than ever before. The wood hurts against your back but Wooyoung’s hands pull you against him to move you away from it. 

This time, your hands know exactly what to do, because you know exactly what you want. They tug at his cape, trying to find the clasp of it with desperate trembles because your heart is beating faster and faster and you’re impatient, body too impertinent and rebelling against your wishes of taking this slow and savoring every little touch.

Cape on the floor, you feel his hand trying to figure out your costume. It makes you laugh and you’re glad he returns it, looking down at it and frowning at all the fabric he finds. With your hands against his chest, you push him into the mattress and he lands gracefully on it, supporting himself with his arms “I’ll do it.”

“Baby, this is a great costume and you look so fucking cute on it but why is there so much layering?” 

The nickname is new and he doesn’t seem to catch that it slipped out of his mouth so you don’t comment on it but it sure deepens the color on your cheeks and you laugh shyly, tilting your head to side in a playful manner. 

“I told you I like dressing up.” 

“And it shows! Mine’s a little simple,” without the cape, he just looks like a dude with a loose white shirt and black trousers. A handsome dude, but just a dude nevertheless “But I wanted you to find me, so…” 

“What was the first option?” 

“Beast Boy.” 

There’s something that crosses his expression that goes away the second he sees you slowly working the buttons and the skin underneath reveal after each one. His eyes fix on it and you’re sure you look ridiculous in the makeup and the get up and all but he’s looking at you with so much need you feel sexy wearing it. 

The shirt comes off. You’re wearing a cropped top and a bra underneath and you hook your thumbs under it to make him believe you’re taking it off, but you don’t. 

“You’re killing me.” He groans out and you laugh at him, making a show of bringing your hands down your torso and into your hips. You move to take off the striped bloomers that are matching with the tights you plan on taking off next. 

Your underwear doesn’t exactly match but you weren’t really planning on any of this with anyone. You weren’t planning on going this far but you don’t really care when it’s all, eventually, it’s just going to be off, so it doesn’t really matter. 

“Want to take these off yourself or you’re going to make me do all the work?” 

Smiling, he sits straight on the bed, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his mouth he nips the satin fabric of your glove, it loosening around your index when he pulls. He must see the way it affects you immediately, the way you breath catches, because the corner of his lips lifts up before he does the same to the thumb, the middle finger, the ring and the pinky and then he pulls the glove completely off. 

You feel like you short circuit for a second, even more so when he keeps the hand close to him and starts kissing the pad of your fingers so softly it doesn’t match the hunger in his eyes at all. 

And you’re killing him? 

It happens in a flash but the other glove is off and then your tights, your top and his shirt are off and on the floor and you’re sitting on his lap, tongue parting his lips and mouth bruising against his and you feel like you’re in a small pocket in time no one can really disturb. No one can burst this bubble, this cloud you land on when he turns you around and the expensive material of the sheets touches your bare back. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

When did he take off your bra? It doesn’t matter, his lips are making their way down your throat and exploring your chest, gaining puffs of air and moans from you when he flicks your nipples with his tongue, expert and careful, measuring your reaction and doing it again when your back arches off the bed instead of verbally asking for more. 

He kisses down, down until his teeth are catching your underwear. Looking up to you, he searches for an answer in your eyes and you both come to an unspoken agreement. Even if you’re both taking your time in exploring each other, there’s no actual time for him to eat you out, for you to get on your knees and taste him as well. 

You immediately wonder if there’s going to be another opportunity to do all of that. Either way, there’s not enough time to wonder. You help him get out of his trousers, his boxer briefs and you stare at him with an eyebrow up and an open and watering mouth. 

He laughs at your reaction, like he was expecting it. 

He stops laughing when you reach for him. Breathing hard when your thumb teases his tip, gathering precum, he shakes his head and you immediately stop “Baby, we… Not tonight.” 

Then when? You want to ask. 

You just nod before bringing the thumb to your mouth, tasting him and humming in content. Wooyoung leans in and puts his tongue on yours a second later.

He smiles, teeth sinking on your bottom lip before diving in for another kiss “Dirty girl.” He teases you and you shrug. 

“You look so good,” You say against him, pecking his lips, “Couldn’t help myself,” fingers grasping the hairs at the nape of his neck, like you did the night you met, you stop him from kissing you again just to whisper “You taste so good too.”   

His eyes almost roll at that, hips stuttering against you and almost brushing where they need to. “Fuck, don’t say shit like that to me, Y/N.” 

“Sorry.” You say but it’s clear in your smile that you’re not sorry at all and maybe you shouldn’t have because when it comes to taking your last piece of clothing off, he takes his time. 

Fingernails raise goosebumps as they softly go through your skin and he lets out a ragged breath “So fucking beautiful.” 

You feel beautiful. That’s good, because earlier tonight, before you catched him staring up at you on the balcony, you felt undesirable. You felt little, small, incomparable in the worst way possible because… Why not you? 

His words reassure you. Even if you know that’s something you need to do yourself (built enough confidence to not let the choices of a man who doesn’t give a damn about you define your self worth), it helps you tend that wound that reopened. 

He touches you and you feel worth it again. You believe it when your panties fall to the ground and your legs part for him and he looks at you in delight, thumb finding your clit and circling it right away “So fucking wet, fuck.” 

Your hips go up when he finds the right pacing, the right pressure to it and you really shouldn't moan this loud but you don’t care when he lets out a moan of his own at the way your face scrunches in pleasure “I want you.” You let out, breathy and pliant under his touch. 

“You got me,” he’s sweating but you don’t really care, you love the way his pretty nose touches yours when he leans in, index searching and then entering you. “Fuck, I could slip right in, hm? Is that what you want?” 

A moan slips out when he finds your sweet spot and strokes it carefully, he takes it as a reply and, honestly, it is all you can let out at the moment. You squeeze the second finger as it enters you, so it gives away how much you like the thought of that. 

“You do,” he says, teasingly and smiles against your lips as he pecks it “Dirty girl,” He repeats and you shake your head again, hips bucking up when the heel of his hand press against your clit and it sends a new wave of heat across your entire body “Impatient girl. I wish you were in my room now, fuck.” 

You wish that too.

“Woo…” 

“I had to—” 

“I know but there’s people—” Passing the door, you can sense it. In this midst of anything, you can sense it. 

“Who cares about them—”

There’s a phone vibrating somewhere in the room and it’s definitely not yours. He ignores it, fingers picking up their pace. 

“I need you,” you whisper, propping yourself up to kiss his mouth “Please, please fuck me.”

“I want you to come first.” He communicates his crude intention so cutely you might actually miss him when this is all over. 

“And I want to come with you.” 

That stops him and you can literally feel him get harder where he rests against your inner thigh.

“Condom?” You ask in a whisper. 

“Condom, right, fuck—” Both moving to reach his pants on the floor, you giggle and his lips find your cheek for a second as your torsos hang from the bed and you can safely say you never had more fun during sex before this. 

It’s lighthearted even if you’re both practically strangers and then it grows hot, sexy, passionate again when he finds the condom, breaks the package open and then rolls it on with practiced moves. He kisses you, laying back down against the pillows and aligning himself with your entrance. 

“Wait, let me just…” 

“What?” 

You turn around, laying flat on your chest and arching your back just a little so that you can open up your legs for him to enter. You look at him over your shoulder and his surprised expression makes you giggle “You never tried this one?” you ask and at his silence, you nod “Look how easy it is for me to—” Reaching down your stomach and reaching your clit with your fingers for him to see, you circle it a few times and close your eyes at the sensation. 

He kisses the small of your back “Holy fuck, Y//N.” 

“I told you that I’m coming with you, I’m helping.” 

He leans into you, his tip pressing against your clit deliciously “You’re so fucking hot, I almost came.” 

“That’s the point, Woo.” You say through pants, his hands kneading your ass and spreading you open for him to see. It’s a little nasty and you wonder what you both could do with a little more time and less people waiting for you outside. For him, at least. 

When he enters you, the moan that leaves you echoes his and you probably needed just a little bit more prep for the size of him but since you’re so turned on it barely matters when he’s completely seated inside of you and this position just makes it feel ten times better “You feel so good, baby, fuck.” 

“Yeah?” His chest is touching your back now and his lips are leaving open mouth kisses on your shoulder. He moves his hips experimentally and you moan into the sheets, sweat running down your neck and your chest into them but you don’t have time to feel bad for the owner of the bed at all “Was that okay?”

“You can go harder.” 

“Yeah? Fuck.” 

He complies right away and it feels so good you let yourself close your eyes and fully enjoy it, consequences be damned. 

People outside the room hearing you moan? Who cares when your fingers the weight of Wooyoung against you feels so right? 

When his thrusts help you grind your clit on your fingers just right, especially when he increases the speed of them and the wave of pleasure that hits you squeezes him around you so good his moan bounces off the walls and outside of the balcony where someone downstairs giggles and whistles. 

“Oh, God,” he says, a little ashamed but never slowing down and you turn your head, searching for his lips “We should’ve closed that door too.” 

You decide to tease him to wipe that emotion from him and just focus on you “Thought you wanted to give people a show.” 

Opening your eyes, you are able to watch when his eyes harden slightly at the thought, pace faltering as he lets out a tiny whimper. 

“And I thought you wanted me for yourself tonight,” he resumes his relentless pace, thrusting in and out of you with ease now and your cheek meets the sheets again so the bed can muffle your sounds “Maybe next time.” 

Next time. 

You don't really have time to dwell on what that means because you’re so worked up it won’t take much for you to come. You let Wooyoung know and he nods, his forehead against your shoulder again “Kiss me.” He whispers and you crane your neck to do so, to swallow his moans down and keep them with you forever. 

You swallow all of them down when his hips stutter and he comes and you know he keeps yours when you let yourself come right alone with him. He fucks you through both of your orgasms and slows down gradually until he grows sensitive and hisses at any tiny movement and your arms go kind of numb underneath you. 

There’s a sense of urgency your mind picks up immediately after but you ignore it. You have nowhere to go and they charged you twenty dollars to get into this stupid party so they can wait for you two to return to it. 

But there’s a phone vibrating somewhere. And even if you both hear it, Wooyoung turns you around and leans in to give you a kiss so sweet you almost want to keep it with you as well. 

When he pulls away, you wipe the sweat on his forehead with your hands and brush the hair out his face so delicately he closes his eyes and seems to enjoy your touch. 

Now what the hell should you say at a moment like this? Where he doesn’t seem in any rush to leave you and you don’t really want him to leave either. 

Do you tell him he did good? Do you tell him you enjoyed it, that he made you feel safe? That’s the first time in ages you enjoy a quick fuck this much? 

That—

“Please give me your number.” 

Oh, he’s actually adorable. He takes your stunned expression and silence the wrong way, though, and he sits on his knees, pulling out of you and working on getting his condom off while he speaks. 

“I can give you at least ten reasons you should give me your number. Number one, I enjoyed this a lot and I can do better if you give me time, number two—”

“Woo, you literally just fucked me with clown makeup on. I think we’re past you giving me reasons to sleep with you,” you sit up as well, taking his face in your hands again and leaning in to kiss his cheek soundly “Give me your phone.” 

He gets off the bed and looks around the room for the trash can. It’s a tiny one, sitting on top of a desk and you really, really start to feel bad for the girls who are going to have to sleep off their drunken night in this room. You’re surprised that no one knocked on the door but, on party eastern time, it’s still kind of early. 

Two thirty am reads the clock on Wooyoung’s phone when he hands it to you, unblocked. There’s messages flowing in and you try your best to not read them as you enter your number and name into his contacts but you do notice they’re from a group chat. 

You wonder if his friend group is big, if he’s close to all of them, what kind of friend he is. You’re impatient, you want to get to know him all of the sudden and you know it’s dangerous for expectations to grow after a hookup but, as you hand him his phone back, you can’t help but let out a “Woo, do you just want to fuck me or do you want to be my friend too? Something more?” 

He’s reading the messages on the group chat with a frown when your questions register in his brain and he looks up, a curious expression and a tiny smile “You’re very direct, aren’t you?” 

“I hate wondering and mysteries,” you shrug, “I don’t want to expect the wrong thing.”

“Fair,” he nods. “I’m more of a… Just wait and see what happens kind of guy, but if you want an honest answer I just don’t really know. I want to see you again, though.” 

“I want to see you again, too,” You murmur back and he smiles, leaning in a fraction to try and kiss you again but then there’s a thud against the door and a soft ouch coming from behind it that interrupts you “We should really get out of here.” 

It takes a millisecond for him to misinterpret what you meant, smirk growing on his lips when you shake your head disapprovingly and blushing while you pick your panties from the ground and get up to slip them on. 

“Not what I meant!” 

“I mean,” he starts to dress himself as well, “I wouldn’t mind.” 

“No,” you say but you don’t sound so sure of it yourself and it makes him smile even wider, so you roll your eyes. “Where are my…”

“Here.” He hands you the tights and you thank him, almost falling while trying to put them on fast the next second. He laughs at you “Just sit down, babe.” 

“Don’t laugh!” 

“I’m literally not!” 

You tease each other as you get in costume again. This time the fabric bothers you a little but only because you’re sticky and sweaty even if it’s the last day of october. 

Fully clothed, you walk to the door and you suddenly feel very shy and nervous at what can await you behind it. Wooyoung seems to see it on your face, so he steps in your space and kisses your lips sweetly, holding your waist respectfully like he didn’t just make you come less than ten minutes ago. 

“I’m so glad I met you,” he whispers against you and you melt even if you don’t want to. He doesn’t specify why and you don’t ask, but he does smile when you peck his lips one last time before stepping away “Do you want to step out together or do you want to go first, should I go first? We can meet downstairs,” he clarifies before you can think the worst and you giggle “We can leave together too, if you want.” 

You know he means the party. 

But his phone vibrates again, insistently shaking in his pocket and you rest your head against the door softly “I feel like you have people that need you right now.” 

He takes the phone out of his pocket. The screen reads “yuri”, with a series of heart emojis and a middle finger emoji at the end and his expressions turn worrisome immediately. 

“Shit, no, you’re right, um…” 

Stepping away from the door, you grab the knob and open it for him “Do your thing, Woo.” 

You think you know exactly who's calling him. 

Like you already knew, sleeping with Wooyoung didn't fix yours problems at all: 

It hurts that she's been chosen over you again, but you keep the soft smile on your lips either way. 

“I'll text you. I'll call you, I—” he leans into you again, stealing a hard, parting kiss that you probably are going to think about until he keeps his promise “Hey, everything alright?” You faintly hear when he picks up the call. 

When he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, you sag against the wood of it and let yourself meet the cold floor to try and plan out how you're getting out of there and how long it would take you to walk to your dorm room at this time. 

But then your phone digs in your hand, screen lighting up the dark room and your face. 

[phone]: my friend got sick bc she drank too much. wish i could take you to your dorm. text me when you get there, yeah? x 

It makes you smile. Despite it all, it makes you smile really hard. 

[phone]: it's wooyoung btw ;)  [phone]: send me pic of how you save meeeee  [phone]: okay my friend is puking in the pool and her date it's fucking useless i have to go text me back pls!! xx 

When you catch yourself re-reading the texts on your home screen and grinning, this time like a complete fucking idiot, you know you'll have to start thinking of another recipe to mend yet another broken heart. 

That's fine. At least you're not thinking about Superman anymore. 

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affaire de coeur

a/n: this is very much an Wooyoung and San fic but not an Wooyoung x San. They barely even know each other in this fic, like I wanna make that very clear from the start. Also Jones is simply a filler last name because I don’t wanna use Y/L/N throughout the whole fic

pairing: chef/fwb!wooyoung x socialite!reader and heir!san x socialite!reader

chapter word count: 1,483

chapter warning(s): suggestive, cheating (mentally and physically)

full fic warnings: 18+ storyline and smut (MDNI), main character is written as afab (specifically during intimate scenes), strong language, alcohol consumption, oral (receiving), fingering (receiving), penetration (receiving), unprotected sex (wrap that shit up irl PLEASE), mentions of physical/verbal abuse, cheating (mental and physical)

summary: In love with one man. Engaged to another.

As the year flys by and your wedding day with San draws near, you face an impossible choice: follow the life your family has carefully planned for you, or risk everything for a future with your best friend and secret lover, Wooyoung.

The New York Sun

March 16th, 1899

An Exciting Union: San Choi to Wed Miss Jones in New Year’s Ceremony

In what promises to be the social event of the season, it has been announced that Mr. San Choi, one of New York’s most admired bachelors, will wed Miss Jones the youngest daughter of our esteemed mayor. The engagement, only recently disclosed to intimate family and friends, has sent a stir through the city’s circles, capturing the attention of all.

The wedding is set to take place on January 1, 1900, at precisely twelve o'clock noon, an inspired choice to welcome both a new century and the newlyweds’ life together. The ceremony will be held at Grace Church on Broadway, where New York’s elite are expected to gather to witness the joyous union.

Mr. Choi, whose charm and sense of duty have made him an admired figure in New York society, is a well-regarded gentleman of enterprise and taste. Known for his gracious manner and active backing of several charitable ventures, Mr. Choi has been a figure of interest among young ladies in our social circles for some time. His engagement to Miss Jones is both a surprise and a delight to many admirers.

Miss Jones although still young, has already gained recognition for her refined accomplishments and gentle demeanor. Known to her family and friends as a talented pianist and lover of the arts, she has inherited both her mother’s elegance and her father’s sense of civic responsibility. Miss Jones is regularly seen supporting her father in his mayoral duties and is a cherished figure in both private gatherings and larger society events.

Mr. Choi and Miss Jones, who reportedly first met at a reception hosted by Governor Theodore Roosevelt earlier this year, are said to have formed a bond of mutual respect and admiration. Friends close to the family have described the match as “well-suited”, with both the Choi and Jones families pleased at the union of two distinguished lineages.

Following the service, an exclusive reception is planned at the Jones family estate, where only the closest of friends and family will toast the happy couple. The bride and groom are expected to embark on a honeymoon voyage to Europe shortly thereafter, where they will spend several weeks touring Italy, France, and London.

We at The Sun extend our warmest congratulations to Mr. Choi and Miss Jones. We eagerly await the day when this seemingly perfect match is formally celebrated. The New Year will indeed bring with it new beginnings, not only for these two bright young people but also for all of New York, which rejoices in this union.

“January 1st? Really?”

You rolled your eyes as Wooyoung folded the newspaper with a scoff and tossed it aside.

“It was his parents’ idea,” you replied, hurriedly pulling your nightgown back on. “You know how they love a grand display. If I had my way, there wouldn’t be any wedding at all.”

“Are you telling me you’re not thrilled to be marrying New York’s most eligible bachelor?” Wooyoung teased, stepping closer to help you smooth out the nightgown as you worked to make the bed look a bit more presentable than it did just minutes ago. It still looked like the aftermath of a storm, but you were satisfied once it looked like you’d just had a restless night of sleep instead of a tango in your sheets.

“Is he really that awful?”

“He’s not awful, Woo,” you sighed, pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts. “He’s just… he’s not—”

“Me?”

“I was going to say he’s not my type,” you replied with a faint smile, lifting the bed skirt and motioning for him to shimmy underneath as footsteps sounded down the hallway. For once, he didn’t linger to tease you, but slipped beneath the bed without protest. Once he was hidden and the room looked somewhat in order, you climbed under the covers and closed your eyes just as the maid knocked softly and entered.

“Miss? It’s time to wake up,” she said in her usual gentle tone, raising her voice a bit when you made no response.

“Miss? It’s time—”

You cracked one eye open just as she froze, staring at something on the floor by your bed. Your heart jolted.

Oh no. She’s seen him, and now you’re both doomed. Your parents—oh, god, they’ll never forgive you—

“This jacket,” she murmured, bending down to pick up the jacket you’d made Wooyoung remove the moment he entered your room a few hours earlier. You could’ve sworn you remembered to make him put it back on before-

“It’s Mr. Choi’s, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes,” you replied quickly, stifling a yawn as she examined it. “We took a walk in the park last night, and he draped it over my shoulders when I got cold.”

She made a small sound, still eyeing the jacket with a puzzled look.

“Strange… I’ve never seen Mr. Choi wear anything quite so… old-fashioned.”

You say still for a moment, realizing too late that San would never wear something that wasn’t brand-new.

“Yes, well, he’s taken to vintage styles lately. Says they carry history, or something poetic like that. You know how he is.”

She smiled knowingly, folding the jacket and placing it on your reading chair. “Oh, I do. Those letters of his are enough to make any woman blush.”

You managed a smile in return, sitting up and rubbing the sleep—or rather, lack of it—from your eyes.

“All right, I’m up now, I promise,” you said, remembering that you still needed to get Wooyoung out of the room. “I know you need to wake up my sister. Just let me freshen up, and I’ll be ready to get dressed for the day.”

“As you wish, Miss.”

“Wait!” you called just as she was about to leave. “Could you leave the door open a crack? My allergies kept me up all night, and a bit more air would help.”

She tilted her head, a little puzzled but not enough to question your request. “Of course. And don’t forget, breakfast will be in a few hours. The head chef’s gone missing again, as usual. I don’t know how he keeps his job.”

With that, she propped the door open and left. You waited until her footsteps faded, then peeked into the hallway, giving Wooyoung the all-clear to pull himself out from under the bed.

“Am I good to go?” he whispered.

“Yes, now hurry up,” you replied, ushering him toward the door. “And for the record, she’s right. I don’t know how you’re still employed when you cut it so close every time.”

“What can I say?” he smirked. “Why hurry back to the kitchen when my favorite meal is right here?”

“Get out, Casanova,” you murmured, cheeks heating up as he grabbed his jacket and tucked it away under his arm. “Make the eggs daddy likes this morning. It’ll make it easier for me to convince him that perfection takes time when he complains about breakfast being late again.”

Wooyoung shot you a mischievous smile, stealing one last quick kiss on your forehead before making his way to the stairs that lead to

You knew, of course, this couldn’t go on forever; it was all too risky. Besides, you were already promised to the very man your family adored. Life would be so simple if you hadn’t let your heart rule your head years ago. What was meant to be a single night of fun had somehow grown into this hidden routine—sneaking Wooyoung into your room, or you sneaking into his quarters, just for the chance to feel love that owed nothing to duty or family ties.

At first, you’d hoped to delay marriage indefinitely, thinking perhaps your family would eventually accept the notion of a slightly scandalous, unmarried daughter if it meant keeping you happy. But they’d had other ideas, introducing you to San at that dreadful reception, and securing a proposal only months later.

The first rays of sun streaming through your curtains reminded you cruelly that it was time to set aside your dreams. To play the dutiful daughter, the perfect fiancée, and pretend that Wooyoung was nothing more than an old family friend who’d once escorted you to and from your piano lessons during his short breaks. All this pretending was wearing thin, like an actress trapped on stage long after the curtain should have fallen, only able to be herself under the darkness of the stage once the lights were out.

“Miss?”

You looked up to see your maid at the door, carrying your outfit for the day. Her concerned expression made you realize you’d drifted off in thought.

“Are you ok?”

You mustered a reassuring smile, standing to help her arrange the skirts she’d laid over the vanity.

“I’m fine,” you said, brushing the thoughts away. “Never better.”