This is a short story series about non-idol!ATEEZ in university just fumbling through love, heartbreak, and getting tangled in messy situations. Mistakes, old flames, rebounds and everything in between. Cliffhangers only, no sequels (sorry!)
💬 ATEEZ x fem!reader
💬 21+ only [MINORS DNI]— lots of smut, angst, cheating, hookups, manipulation and all the messy stuff you are way too embarrassed to tell the group chat about.
🚩 Disclaimer: I don’t condone any of the hook-up culture bullshit i wrote, this is all for plot purposes, my own skill growth, and ofc not a reflection of the teezers irl characters or my perceptions of them at all. If this is not your thing, no worries, just don’t read or interact – like i am not even here, I’m a hallucination.
STATUS ⭑.ᐟ on-going
+ if you’d like to be reminded when a certain part is up, drop me a comment or let me know through my inbox (it’s always open). i’ll tag you when it’s up! xo
You and Mingi are best friends. He likes you, but you love him. One fight changes the trajectory of your friendship forever.
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↬ San
“This Time.”
The breakup for this couple was on the horizon. One of them was in denial, and it’s not you.
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↬ Yeosang
“Why Me?”
Yeosang realized he had feelings for you at the worst possible moment—now he’s spiralling and needs an outlet. Lucky for you, you’re here. Unlucky for you, it comes with a cost.
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↬ Seonghwa
“I’m Sorry.”
Seonghwa needed a break. He also decided something had to change — and that led him to a few unexpected places in one night, including something dangerously close to his disaster feelings and while you were clearly the escape, he ran the other way.
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↬ Yunho
“Choose Me.”
Yunho and his girlfriend have been struggling with long distance, but one encounter with you puts everyone on a path that you do not just come back from.
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↬ Jongho
“Who's That?”
Your boyfriend’s been swamped lately, trying to make it up to you. When you finally reconnect though, he can’t shake the feeling something’s off.
status: coming soon.
↬ Wooyoung
“Come Over.”
Wooyoung, stuck in the aftermath of a breakup, finds solace on top of with you. You both damn well know you don’t deserve this… so why can’t it stop?
status: coming soon.
↬ Hongjoong
“Take Care.”
Years after a painful breakup, you and Hongjoong cross paths again. You both go down memory lane only to learn something really are better off left in the past.
TAGS | friends to lovers? no, friends to "what the fuck", plot with some smut, y/n is DOWN BAD holy shit, “we shouldn’t do this” type shi, hot tub fun, dom-ish yunho? idk i was giggling a lot writing this, unprotected shower quickie (don’t do this irl, i forgot to have them be smart), yunho is packing inches and issues, if you’re expecting accurate & proper tags/disclaimers then you must be new here.
RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)
SUMMARY | Yunho and his girlfriend have been struggling with long distance, and after one encounter with you, it puts everyone on a path that you can’t just come back from.
AUTHOR’S NOTE | Oh it’s already july and I said stories were dropping in may? Right right right…. sorry. Life got serious again. To compensate, this might just be the longest one in the series? so disclaimer to all hotteoks: hold my hand while i say this... no, i don’t actually think yunho would ever actually cheat irl. but, i do think he is a freak. IK Y’ALL SAW LEMON DROP AND THAT FUCKING PEPERO GAME!!!!
+ ALSO! thank you so so so much for showing ‘I’m Sorry’ a lot of love! It’s crazy, I had to mute notifications cuz I was overwhelmed but the comments and reblogs had me crying laughing, barring my doors at night in fear you guys would knock it down begging for a sequel 🩷 (its not happening i'm sorry i keep lying) (also i proofread this one with vibes too so sorry for mistakes) (see you in three months x)
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People say the forbidden fruit was actually a pomegranate, which honestly makes way more sense than an apple. Because if we’re talking about something forbidden it should leave a mark, stick with you, stain your fingertips. Once you’ve tasted it, you can’t unsee it, unfeel it, or act like it never happened.
Which is exactly what Jeong Yunho was to you. The one thing you knew you shouldn’t want but couldn’t stop craving. He was your forbidden fruit.
Club rush week crossed your paths for the first time. Everyone else remembers it as one of those loud, messy afternoons where every booth was trying to out-scream the other.
But for you, it was the only time you even bothered to sign up for extracurricular activities because, well… Yunho was the one trying to get you to join him.
He greeted you with the warmest smile and started chatting away about their charity club. Something about a dog shelter, maybe a mention of a hospice? Honestly, you couldn’t focus. Not with him looking like that, smiling at you the entire time.
You decided to humour him and his hilarious pitch, obviously, because… for starters, he was really cute. Entirely your type. Tall too, like freakishly tall. But ultimately you stuck around because he had this positive and refreshing energy you just don’t see often in the world.
Yunho practically radiated goodness, almost saint-like and when God realized He forgot to give Yunho a flaw, He handed him a long-distance girlfriend.
From what you heard, she was gorgeous, sweet, and worst of all, she didn’t even go to the same university. She was out-of-state, and they had been doing it since freshman year, and while she’s thriving with her dreamboat of a boyfriend, her ghost haunted the back of your brain every time you ran into Yunho — which, thanks to the universe’s sick sense of humor, was constantly.
You just weren’t that kind of girl. You weren’t going to cross a line. You were just going to be supportive. Friendly. Normal.
Which is why you somehow ended up dragging your housemates to Alpha Theta Zeta because he had asked, and you said yes before thinking twice.
Because that’s what friends do, right?
Only friends would squeeze themselves into a packed fraternity house on a Friday night, stealing glances across the crowd just to see that familiar grin, his little wave that made your stomach didn’t flip every single time.
You only managed to talk when you finally bumped into each other in the drink line in the kitchen. But you were both busy with your own groups, so the conversation didn’t go beyond a polite 'Good seeing you. How are you?' type of small talk.
“Here,” you said, handing him his cup.
“Thanks,” he replied with a quick wink before heading back to his friends.
You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. He just happened to stop behind you, leaning against the fridge, surrounded by a couple of friends talking about someone’s latest romantic conquest.
“Chill, we're taking things slow for now. But… I really like her and we’re in a good place.” Song Mingi sheepishly smiled.
“So you guys just moved past everything? She’s a better person than me, I wouldn’t have given your ass a second chance.” piped up Choi Jongho. A year below you, if you remembered right. He was someone you did a group project with, which he ended up carrying your entire group a couple semesters ago.
“Oh fuck off,” Mingi retorted at his friend. “Look, I won’t lie. It was tough getting here but… I guess you just have to know what you want and go after it. If I didn’t, I don’t think we’d even be friends right now and I can’t imagine that. But what about you guys though? How’s uh…”
Yunho let out a quiet breath, it seems his friend had noticed how awfully quiet he’d been all night. “It’s been weird lately. I dunno. We’re not really doing anything about it and with everything happening…I feel like the rest of us haven’t really caught a break lately.”
“No, because what is going on lately?” Jongho squinting into his drink like it might give him answers. “I feel like all of us have been going through it since that thing with Hongjoong at the start of the semester. Like shit, did we get hexed?”
Mingi furrowed his eyebrows between his friends, “Do you guys think it’s because of that tarot girl Wooyoung was hooking up with? The one who does spells and stuff, wasn't she still pissed at him?”
I guess the rumours you’d heard swirling around the party (aside from the vice president of the frat seeing an Etsy witch, apparently). Whispers about Yunho and his girlfriend going up in flames weren’t just rumours anymore.
Whatever had gone down sounded brutal and it stung extra hard because it was Yunho. Nobody deserves to feel this way, let alone this guy.
The rowdy party’s energy eventually had shifted towards its end. The loud music and laughter dulled to low murmurs, excitement draining out of the house like smoke. It was just floaty R&B music now, and the stragglers: bodies slumped in corners, couples clinging to kitchen conversations to reap the free liquor, and some dude high out of his mind shadowboxing the living room lamp.
Your friends eventually parted ways. Some either having left early either alone with someone else, or retreated upstairs for their own kind of fun with a fraternity brother of their choice, leaving you by yourself in the living room.
You were about two seconds from choosing between crashing on a suspiciously sticky couch or an Uber home when you heard noises from the backyard outside you believed cleared out a while ago. Curious (and a little nosy), you peeked through the glass doors leading to the backyard.
And there he was.
Yunho.
In the hot tub.
Shirtless.
You watched his bare back flex as it sunk into the water, rolling his shoulders as he relaxed in the steaming water. He absently ran his fingers through his hair, blissfully unaware of how good he looked.
You should’ve walked away. You should’ve just left. But… What if you just said goodbye? He did invite you after all. And a goodbye is harmless.
You slipped the door open, the latch clicking louder than it should have. Yunho glanced over his shoulder, eyes slightly unfocused from the steam or maybe the late hour.
“Oh. It’s you,” he said, a little surprised. “Thought everyone dipped already.”
“Most did. I was about to,” you replied, offering a small, polite smile. “Thanks for the invite, it was fun. See you around.” You were already halfway turned when his voice stopped you.
“Wait, wait, hold on—“
Water shifted as he leaned forward in the tub, arms braced on the ledge broad and steady. His skin caught the low light, droplets trailing down the curve of his shoulder.
“You could hang for a bit,” he said, voice easy. “I didn’t really get to talk to you tonight.”
“Oh. I didn’t bring… a bathing suit,” You nodded at the hand-painted sign beside the tub.
‘NO OUTSIDE CLOTHES IN THE TUB’ in bold, half-faded letters.
Yunho raised an eyebrow, then laughed under his breath when he looked down. “Oh. Right. Yeah, just ignore that. The guys put it up just to get people to strip.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “Classy.”
“Not my doing,” He shook his head, “I don’t even live here.” Then, softer, gaze steady but kind: “Just come in for a few minutes. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
Your hands felt clammy as you hesitated, breath catching. But your feet were moving, and instead of the exit, it was walking itself towards him.
Yunho turned back the second you reached for your zipper, shifting to face the far side of the tub to give you some privacy.
You stripped down to your underwear and the black top you’d worn under your jacket. The water was warmer than you expected. Still, goosebumps rose as you sunk in the seat beside him, careful to leave a respectful space between you.
The quiet settled in. You cleared your throat, eyes fixed on the ripples between your knees. “So… how was your night?”
He didn’t answer right away. His gaze shifted, jaw tight — like he was debating whether to say anything at all.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “Tonight’s definitely uh… been quite a distraction.”
You shifted slightly, “Did something happen?”
He let out a short breath. “Aish…Come on. I’m sure you’ve heard by now.”
“Maybe,” you said, meeting his eyes. “But I didn’t hear it from you.”
Yunho’s lips pressed together for a beat before he spoke. “My girlfriend and I… it’s not really working right now. We’re not just having issues, it kinda feels like I’m holding onto something that is already letting me go.”
You stayed quiet, letting him continue.
“Like when we get together, which isn’t often, it’s like she’s not even there. It’s stupid, I—”
“It’s not,” you said gently. “That sounds really hard.”
“It is. I’ve tried. Making plans. Talking. Trying to see her point of view. But she just… doesn’t meet me there, doesn’t show up for it. It’s been a lonely few months.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” A good chunk of the words that left your mouth were actually true. A chunk of it.
He hesitated, then shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t even recognize us anymore. Every conversation turns into a fight, and we fight all the time now, it’s too much. She made it clear already that I’m not what she needs right now.”
“I think…” you began, but the words caught in your throat. “I think I know what you mean. You sound like you’re mentally checked out, and maybe you have been for a while?”
Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t know how to leave. It’s like I was just waiting for things to get better, but they never did. And now I don’t even know if I can fix it, I don't know if she even wants me to.” His words hung between you, and though you could feel his vulnerability, the air shifted in a way that felt heavier. “So I'm just floating until I'm strong enough to give her what she wants; me leaving.”
His arms shifted under the water as he was clearly thinking of his situation.
“What about what you want?” you asked, your voice steady but softer than before.
“Huh…” He thought about it for a second. Turning to you, he curiously raised an eyebrow, “Can you keep a secret?”
“I can.”
He shifted closer, slow and deliberate. His shoulder brushed yours.
“I hate feeling lonely,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “What I'd want more than anything is someone to actually choose me for once.”
He exhaled slowly. “Yeah, and I’m grateful. I am. I just… I want someone to choose me without thinking twice. To want me so much it hurts. To make me… feel it.”
You met his gaze. Those eyes, once bright and always so full of life, looked tired now. Like they’d reached their breaking point.
“I shouldn’t say that,” he muttered. “It sounds pathetic.”
“Stop that.” Your voice was firm, gentle. “It’s not. It’s human nature. We all want to be chosen. Even by the people we think never will.”
His jaw tightened, eyes darting away.
You stepped closer, your pulse hammering in your throat. “And for what it’s worth… you wouldn’t have to beg for it. Not with the right person.”
“Oh yeah?” he scoffed.. “Like who?”
“Like me.” Your voice cracked, breath catching. “A-And so many others.” You swallowed hard, every word scraping up pieces of your heart you’d tried to bury. “You’re so loved it’s insane you can’t see it.”
For a moment, something flickered in his eyes—a raw, aching disbelief. He looked at you like he wanted to believe you more than anything. You felt yourself leaning closer without meaning to. “I mean it,” you breathed. “You’re not too much. You never were. And if someone couldn’t see that… then they were never enough for you. Maybe they don’t even deserve the chance to choose you.”
His stare pinned you in place, dark and searching, making your chest tighten until it almost hurt. The only sound was the rush of your blood, the shallow hitch of your breathing.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that.” You tore your gaze away, heart stumbling. Your eyes darted across the empty backyard, anywhere but him. “Anyway… that’s my cue to go.”
“Wait—”
You turned, desperate to escape before you humiliated yourself any further. Your hand gripped the edge of the hot tub for a quick escape. “No, it’s fine. You were right. We’re saying things we shouldn’t. You’re hurting, and I’m rambling so goodnight—”
“I said wait. Sit down.”
His voice was the lowest you had ever heard it. Your breath stuttered in your lungs as you turned back slowly, lowering yourself back into the water.
“You really mean it?” he asked, his voice hushed and trembling with something that felt like hope.
You nodded, unable to form any other answer.
His gaze fell to your mouth, and he tilted his head just slightly, just enough that your heart nearly exploded.
“Say it again.”
“Which part?” The words tumbled out in a ragged whisper, your lips barely moving as your eyes focused on his/
“Would you choose me?”
He closed the gap. The wanting, the uncertainty, the exquisite torture of almost touching. His breath ghosted over your lips, warm and unsteady, and you couldn’t help it—you swayed forward an inch, nodding a little.
“God,” he murmured, voice breaking. “I want to believe you.”
You had no idea who moved first. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was you. But then his mouth brushed yours, slow and hesitant, like he needed to feel exactly how it would taste. The kiss was soft at first, just a question, an invitation—and then it deepened, your hands caught in his hair and his fingers pressed into your waist like he couldn’t stand another second away from you.
When he pulled back, both of you were gasping for breath, your foreheads pressed together, sharing the same ragged air. His voice broke the silence, hoarse and raw.
“Shit.” His eyelids squeezed shut like he couldn’t bear to look at you as he drifted away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I—” His hands slipped from your waist, slow and deliberate, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You forced your own hands away from him even though they were screaming to stay. The gap that opened up between you felt ugly with regret.
You pressed your lips together, trying not to tremble, tasting the ghost of his kiss still hot on your mouth. “It’s okay.” Your voice was too quiet. Too defeated.
But he wouldn’t even look at you. He sat there dripping wet and rigid, staring at the dark water like it held every answer in the world. His jaw ticked, his hands fisting and unfisting behind you on the edge of the tub, like he was fighting himself. Like he was one second away from pulling you right back in.
The silence roared between you, thick with everything you both wanted but were too afraid to say.
Your chest ached. You couldn’t stand it anymore.
“It’s okay to… do it again,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I want you to.”
He didn’t even let you finish breathing. He lunged for you like he’d been holding himself back just waiting for permission to fall apart. His hands grabbed your face almost too tight, dragging you in. This kiss was nothing like the first—it was messy and desperate, teeth and tongue, like you were both starved.
Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, pulling him closer until there was no space left at all. He groaned into your mouth, a sound that vibrated down your spine and pooled hot between your legs. The world around you ceased to exist—the water lapping at your skin, the cold night air. It was all him right now.
You gasped against him as his mouth parted yours, his tongue slipping between your lips. Heat flared low in your stomach, making your whole body sway toward him without meaning to.
His hands snaked down to your hips, urging you to climb on top of him, pulling your thigh over his leg. Your arms comfortably wrapped themselves around his neck.
“Should we be doing this?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t stop,” he breathed, forehead pressed against yours. He kissed you again, harder this time. “Please don’t ask me to stop.”
Water sloshed around you as he rocked you against him. You tilted your head to the side, clinging to his bottom lip, fingers digging into the back of his head, gripping on his bleached hair, against the buzzing jacuzzi wall.
Yunho hissed, his hands sliding down your back underwater, eyes drinking you in with open hunger while you went after his neck, while his big hands became acquainted with parts of your body he hadn’t even looked at in that way until tonight.
“Yunho! Are you still out here!?” A voice cut through the air from above. You flinched, pulse racing as a blinding light flickered on overhead, casting a harsh glow that split the night.
“Shit, shit.” You pulled away first, trembling as you scrambled to put distance between you. His chest heaved, eyes darting between you and the water as if he couldn’t decide what to do next. His jaw was tight, clenching and unclenching as he fought to regain control, the bulge between his legs impossible to ignore.
Your breath caught in your throat. Heart pounding, you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to process the rush of emotions tearing through you as you regain your composure as if nothing had happened.
A footstep overhead snapped your attention up.
One of the fraternity guys leaned on the balcony railing, taking in the scene below with mild curiosity.
“Bro, I told you to start kicking people out I can still fucking hear that stupid Shawn Mendes song playing through the walls,” he called down, voice slicing through the tension. “Can you help kick everyone else still inside out?” The frat member added, looking back at Yunho, not paying any attention to you who was sitting quietly at a safe distance with the back of your hand pressed against your lips.
“San, give me a minute!" Yunho’s voice shouted above as he ran a wet hand through his hair frustrated, the heat of what just happened still flush on his face.
You didn’t hear him or Yunho say anything else. The weight of the guilt and embarrassment was too much. You had goten out, grabbing your clothes and shoes, moving quickly toward the nearby bathroom inside.
You shut the door and your heart pounded in your ears, the noise deafening. You leaned your forehead against the wooden surface. What the fuck just happened? It all blurred together, too much, too fast. The pressure of his lips, the heat of his body under the water, his hands everywhere… and what you felt when you were on him.
You backed away, looking at yourself in the mirror, drenched and shaking from cold and adrenaline. He has a girlfriend for fuck’s sake. You didn’t even know if they were still together, and–
The knock at the door made you jump.
“It’s me,” Yunho called, voice low and careful, like he’d practised sounding normal and failed halfway through. “Need a towel?”
You sucked in a breath and opened the door slightly to peak out your head.
He was leaning there shirtless, wet hair, towel over one shoulder, another in his hand, “…Do you want it?” he asked, blinking at you innocently.
Your eyes flicked between his face, the towel, and his shoulders and chest... the lines of his abs trailing down to the swimming trunks he had on, hanging way too low on his hips.
He cleared his throat and wiggled the towel. “I mean—this. Not that… unless you do?”
“I’d be an awful person if I wanted it.” You frowned a little, leaning your head against the door frame, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
His mouth twitched into the worst attempt at staying serious you’d ever seen. He took a slow step forward, palm on the opened door. You don’t know what got into you, but you let him. You backed away, letting him push to enter your only space away from that. “Yeah? Guess that makes two of us.” His voice dropped, suddenly rough. “Because honestly… fuck. I want it. I want you.”
He tossed the towel aside like it had personally offended him, then kicked the door shut and locked it with a definitive click.
You barely had time to react before he grabbed you, one arm crushing you to him while your lips picked off where you had left off. You didn’t care that it was wrong, that he was someone else’s. It didn’t matter anymore.
This is wrong. God, this is wrong. But his hands feel so good on your skin, so certain, so desperate — like he can’t help himself either. You should pull away, you should say no, you should think about her — but you can’t.
His kisses were so intentional. He wanted you naked, right then and there and it was going to happen. A hunger he hadn’t seen in himself in months. It was without a doubt desperate but he’d been holding back for as long as you have. His lips claimed yours hungrily while his hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer with a firm ass grab. The air felt cold, but the heat of him against you distracted instantly as every inch of his body pressed into yours, leaving no more space between you.
He backed you all through the opened glass shower door, cushioning your head as it pressed against the cold tiles. Clumsy hands, unsure if they belonged to you or him, turned on the shower; the water rushing above your head didn't stop either of you at this point. Hands swiftly discarded every last soaked piece of fabric in between you.
Your cheek pressed against the wall when his head positioned itself on your collarbones, and his veiny hands turned your face for a clear spot to cover your neck in sloppy kisses. You were absolutely breathless, whimpering for more as his thumb brushed across your bitten bottom lip.
He turned you over, quick and impatient. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” fairly a whisper leaving your mouth as you glance at him over your shoulder, seeing how he towered over you.
“How bad?” He intertwined a hand with yours on the back of your hand, holding it over your head, finding his cock in his hands, hard, wet, ready to take you.
You wanted him to ruin you so fucking badly. You want him to choose you even if this isn’t how you should be chosen.
“Please… please I want it so bad.”
“Is that right?” He hummed, teasingly. When he slipped in barely an inch, you were done for. “How does this feel? Tell me princess.”
You felt every vein, the curve of it, sliding in with ease. You weren't sure if it was the jacuzzi water, the shower, or how absolutely slicked you were between your legs for just kissing him and touching him this way.
"It's so good." You whined.
Moans echoed in the shower so easily, battling with the cascading water that was gushing down one side of his shoulder. He steadied his face behind your head, panting like an animal, moaning with you like it was a choir.
You felt his other hand wrap around your throat, and your vision went hazy. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, but you couldn't resist. He pulsed into you with grunts, gripping onto your hip bones, your breasts, every skin he could grip onto, he made sure to give it a squeeze.
Yunho knows he shouldn't be here. He should be with her, not you. But damn it, you feel so fucking good in his hands, under the water, in his possession. Your body feels made for him, even if it's wrong and he knows it – oh he knows – but he can't think straight enough to stop. Every time you moan or say his name, it calls him to do more and more and more for you especially when you’re begging him like this, when your body is melting into his so effortlessly.
He gripped your hips tighter, pulling you back against him as he thrust harder, deeper, making sure to slip out slowly to savour your cries and hitched breathing. He gave your ass a spank, urging you to take it, guiding your hips to grind against him. The sharp smack of skin meeting skin, the obscene wet sounds of your bodies together drowned out everything else but your breathing.
You arch into him, letting out a broken croaky moan, your thrusts relentless, demanding.
"Don't stop... don't stop." His fingers tangle in your wet hair, pulling back, urging you to turn and meet his eyes as he hovers over your back. He kissed the side of your face, sucking your damp supple skin, showing affection down the side of your face, lingering against your ear.
With a grunt, He flipped you around again, pinning you to the wall with my weight as he slid back, stretching you open deliciously. Your legs were guided to wrap around his hips, ankles locked at the small of his back with the help of his quick hands, drawing you impossibly deeper.
The shower was muffled white noise. Time slowed as he was leaning down, he captured your lush lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to taste the sweetness of your surrender. Your hands supported your body on his shoulders, while his roamed your curves, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, thumbs teasing your hard nipples, weakening you to barely hold on.
Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your jawline, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin there to mark you.
"Look at me," He commanded, my voice husky with desire. When your gaze meets his under the raining shower, he claims your mouth once more, the kiss fierce and consuming. Smirking into every kiss where his tongue made sure to make its presence known.
He starts to move, hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm into you against the cold tiles.
"So perfect, so fucking perfect for me," He groaned, eyeing you with a tinge is possession that was way too hot. His hips snapped faster, chasing that sweet release. "Take it, baby, take me. You've wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”
Barely intelligible words of agreement spilled from your lips, but you weren’t listening—not to him, not to the water pounding around you, not even to the way your own breath trembled. All you could hear was your heartbeat, thudding violently in your ears like it might give you away.
You were too far gone, chasing the kind of pleasure that should’ve felt wrong. Maybe it did. Maybe that’s why it felt so good.
He held you steady, every slow grind a promise he shouldn't be making. Yunho’s eyes didn’t leave your face, watching every stuttered moan, every flutter of your lashes, every time your mouth dropped open like you were about to say something and forgot how.
“That’s my girl, my good girl. How bad did you want me? Let me hear it."
He groaned, a raw, low noise from somewhere buried deep. One last, punishing thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, his mouth crashing to your shoulder with a broken growl of your name.
And that was it—he hit something deep enough to shatter you. Your cry tore itself from your throat, too loud, too honest. The kind of sound you can’t take back.
His hands gripped hard, grounding himself against you as he came, filling you up with a brutal finality.
You swore you could feel your soul slipping out your mouth.
Your body shuddered again and again, the orgasm dragging on like it didn’t know when to stop—like it didn’t want to. Like it had waited for this moment just as long as you had.
You kissed down the side of his neck, slow and languid, the aftershocks still trembling through your thighs. Your nails finally unlatched from his back. A faint hiss escaped him, In the sheen of the shower’s reflection, you saw the red lines you left behind. Proof. Of how badly you wanted him.
He can feel how fragile this is — how fragile you are right now, legs barely steady, eyes glazed like you’re trying to hold onto something real in the mess you’ve made together. He tells himself he’ll fix it. He has to fix it. He’ll tell her, he’ll end it, he’ll clean up the wreckage.
But God, what have I done?
Right now, with the steam wrapping around you both like a shield, he doesn’t want to think about her. Doesn’t want to think about the lie waiting on his phone, the guilt waiting to drown him when you’re not pressed up against him like this.
All he wants is this softness. Your skin under his palms, your breath mixing with his. The way you look at him like he’s yours, only yours, even when he knows he isn’t.
When he released your legs, letting your delicate feet slip down his sides and onto the wet tiles, you could barely stabilize yourself. He held you up by your hips, letting you lean your entire weight into his broad, steady frame, his palms warm against your hips.
He rests his forehead against yours, lets his thumbs brush slow, comforting circles into the lower side of your hips like if he holds you gently enough, it’ll make it less wrong. Like if he kisses you again, he can convince himself you were always meant to be his.
“Are you okay?” He murmured, voice hoarse from the moaning and bitten-off curses. Unsure if he meant the question more for you or him.
You only nodded, unable to speak, tasting him still on your lips. He kissed you again, softer now, slow and languid. You knew you should’ve pulled away. The guilt should’ve burned hotter than the water cascading down your backs but all you did was tip your head, inviting more.
You pulled him in for a comforting hug, reading that guilty expression across his melancholic puppy-like face. You brushed his wet hair back from flopping over his eyes, just holding him under the running water, your nails centering on the nape of his neck without another word.
Something told you he definitely needed that more than you ever did or would have begged for.
The towels you’d both forgotten by the door eventually did get used. After drying off, you collapsed into the frat’s guest room... or technically Yunho’s room, given how often he crashed there.
He wasn’t actually in the fraternity, not officially anyway. But he was there so often he might as well have been, always drifting in and out of their parties, half-adopted by the guys. You wondered if he was thinking about pledging for real next term. He’d mentioned it once or twice in passing, sounding noncommittal, but you caught the way his eyes lingered on the photos lining the hallway walls, the group shots with matching jackets.
Now he just dropped onto the sagging futon beside you, hair still damp, breathing finally slowing. It felt weirdly domestic—two not-quite-strangers wrapped in borrowed sheets in a borrowed room.
You didn’t get a full eight hours of sleep — how could you? Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe it was the way he’d pulled you closer every time you shifted away. You lay curled against him for hours, trying to convince yourself it hadn’t all been a fever dream.
But the next morning came too soon, thick with silence and questions you weren’t ready to answer. Now you sat out on the porch, hoodie pulled over yesterday’s events, waiting for your Uber.
Yunho stepped out behind you, balancing two mugs of coffee. He pressed a warm kiss to the top of your head before settling beside you, just as your phone buzzed with the Uber notification.
You glanced at the screen, then set it face-down.
“Thanks,” you said quietly, taking the drink he offered.
“No worries.”
A pause.
“So… how are you feeling?” The words slipped out before you could stop them.
He let out a slow breath, eyes on the street. “Better than I did yesterday.” A soft nudge to your shoulder. “I really needed it. Thanks for not running off.”
You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips. The conversation drifted to safer ground of class schedules, weekend plans, maybe brunch sometime but the sound of a car rolling up brought it all to a stop.
You both looked up.
The surprise wasn’t the Uber arriving early.
The surprise was a passenger climbing out of the backseat.
And for Yunho, the real shock was that it was his girlfriend stepping out—right in front of the two of you.
PART 2 for that seonghwa fic if you could PLEASE 😛😛😛😛😛 i need more…. revenge? heartbreak? confrontation? romance? anything it was so so good
me seeing everyone in the comments and my inbox asking for part two when i have 2ho’s parts & a super long reader x tropical boys (yes, y/n with san, yunho and hwa) scheduled for next month
but in all seriousness, thank you anon & everyone who read and enjoyed it (i will… think about doing a part 2)🩷🩷🩷
TAGS | plot with some porn, strangers to lovers, one night stand situationship, idk man he came over to build legos, there’s some attempted flirting and teasing, lots of making out, lots of tongue, unprotected vanilla sex, seonghwa lowkey a bop, bruh i am so bad at tagging bye i give up
RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)
SUMMARY | Seonghwa needed a break. He also decided something had to change — and that led him to a few unexpected places in one night, including something dangerously close to his disaster feelings and while you were clearly the escape, he ran the other way.
AUTHOR’S NOTE | …hey…. how y’all doing?… sorry i was getting cheated on and also started a really important internship. It just ended (the internship and the relationship) so… we’re so…back? Thank you for being so sweet in the inboxes, this was a long one. i finished editing during valentine’s day i think? i was thinking about hwa’s slutty fingers after seeing that one concert video and ugh my mind went places oK omg i will shut up now. Bye, enjoy.
Inspired by 'Do You Like Me?" by Daniel Cesar. I have been listening to that NEVER ENOUGH album so much lately.
💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!
This was going to be the first and last time Seonghwa ever took advice from Jung Wooyoung.
In his defence, he’d hit a new low. Lower than rock bottom. Which is why the resident exemplary student, honour roll with a self-imposed 9 p.m. bedtime was standing outside the hottest nightclub in Itaewon, sporting a fresh haircut and an outfit entirely stolen from his roommate’s wardrobe.
His dating life chewed him up and spat him out, and now he was determined to do the absolute most to cope. He was hurt and hell-bent on distraction from whatever the fuck was even going on in that part of his life.
How he ended up getting ghosted by his situationship wasn’t nearly as baffling as how Wooyoung had somehow convinced over half their friend group to spend their Friday night here, of all places. They weren’t really party people — well, half of them weren’t. The ones who were into it had conveniently been excused from showing up.
Yunho, on the other hand, had been on the dance floor non-stop, while Wooyoung played hype man from the booth, cheering him on like it was a solo concert.
Wooyoung nudged Seonghwa’s shoulder with his knee from the top edge of the booth like a gremlin surveying chaos.
“Dude, she’s been staring at you all night.”
Seonghwa shot him a flat look. “And?”
“And,” Wooyoung slid down from his perch and dropped onto the seat beside him with a dramatic sigh, “Yunho and I are taken, and those two are a lost cause.”
Seonghwa glanced across the table. Hongjoong looked like he was losing a battle with sleep, while Yeosang scrolled through his phone, sipping from Hongjoong’s drink. He hadn’t smiled once all night — clearly here for the same reason Seonghwa was: moral support. But the chaos of the club made heart-to-hearts impossible.
“That leaves you,” Wooyoung said matter-of-factly. “Dude. She’s hot and interested. You’re hot and miserable. Classic rebound opportunity.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Maybe,” Wooyoung shrugged. “But I’m also right. Just look.”
He reached over, grabbed Seonghwa’s chin, and turned his head toward the bar.
And there you were — leaning back with easy confidence, swirling your drink, eyes locked on him with a smirk that stole the air right out of his lungs.
“Trust me,” Wooyoung grinned. “She’s perfect for helping you forget that loser.”
This would go down as the second and definitely the absolute last time Seonghwa ever took advice from Jung Wooyoung. Five minutes later, he’d been kicked out of the booth with one order: Don’t come back without her number.
That’s how he found himself now, seated next to you, drink in hand, trying to remember how to function like a normal human.
“Not a fan of clubs?” You asked, leaning slightly nearer to him to yell over the loud music.
“I hate it. I think I’m having an identity crisis,” He blurted out as he shook his head, the liquor loosening his lips faster than his brain could catch up.
You laughed, but not unkindly. “I'm sorry to hear that. Well… I don’t live far if you wanna have some peace and quiet.”
“Oh. Uh…”
“I…have a cat, too. She loves company if you like cats.”
Your invitation slipped past his defences smoother than the drink in his hand. One last sip, and he was already on his feet—jacket in one hand, your purse slung over the other shoulder.
That was all it took. Seonghwa couldn't help but wish it was the way you were looking at him or how your skirt was riding up coincidentally the longer he sat next to you. But nope, it was the thought of being able to distract himself and pretend like this night out never even happened and getting him far away from whatever this hellscape was.
Clubs really weren’t his thing.
He barely registered the triumphant double thumbs-up from Wooyoung or the way Yunho covered his dropped jaw as he watched the two of you walk out together.
Seonghwa’s heart pounded so hard it echoed in his ears. Taking a cab to your place with a confident, effortlessly cool girl like you was far outside his usual playbook. For a second, he wasn’t even sure what to say.
Thankfully, conversation came easily to you.
The ride melted into light chatter about university — shared gripes about professors, mutual hatred for certain classes. You discovered you were in the same course but at rival schools, which only added to the banter. There was laughter, playful jabs, and an unexpected comfort that settled between you.
By the time the cab pulled up to your place, Seonghwa was far more at ease than when he’d left the booth.
Your apartment was warm and cosy, lit with soft golden light that cast slow-moving shadows across the walls. Seonghwa stepped inside and hesitated in the middle of the living room, awkwardly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, unsure of where to stand or sit.
You smiled as you hung up your coat, amused by his stiffness.
“Relax. Make yourself at home.”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. Sorry.” He took in the space again, then gave you a sheepish look.
“So… is this the part where you admit you don’t actually have a cat?”
“Would you be mad if I did?” you teased, stepping a little closer.
His heart stuttered. He opened his mouth to respond, but then-
“Oh, shit!”
His eyes went wide as they landed on something across the room — a pristine box of a Lego orchid set sitting on the coffee table. He practically rushed over.
“I’ve wanted this for so long!”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, his excitement too endearing to be upset over what the box represented.
“Oh, yeah. It was a birthday gift for someone… but I never got to give it to him. I was going to return it tomorrow or something.”
He glanced down at the box in his hands. “Have you ever built a set before?” he asked suddenly.
“I don’t have the patience for Lego,” you admitted.
He held out a hand, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “This one’s easier than my last build. We’ll be done in no time. I promise.”
Somewhere between sorting bricks and swapping stories, Seonghwa realized he was actually getting to know you. What started as throwaway chatter had spiraled into a shared spiral; bad dates, worse decisions, and the Valentine’s Day disasters that landed you both at that club.
Now sitting cross-legged beside you, he was down to the last few pieces, fitting them together with ease —until your voice cut in again.
“I still think it’s insane how yours just ghosted you,” you voiced your opinion once his story was over as you laid on your stomach, “If I was in that position, I’d be running for a second chance, like that wouldn’t have even been a question.
Seonghwa’s hands faltered, fingers tightening around a tiny brick as he felt heat rush up to his cheeks. He let out a breathy laugh, snapping one of the last pieces into place. Then, a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe it was my fault. I come on too strong sometimes and… it just didn’t work out.”
“Which is exactly why I think it’s crazy,” You clarified, with your chin resting in your hands, propped up on your elbows. “Like, if I had you chasing after me? Wow.”
You were only yapping away, if anything it was to keep yourself awake. You let out a quiet chuckle at the absurdity of saying something like that to someone you literally just met, but you caught the way he was looking at you. And maybe… the way you said it didn’t sound so hypothetical anymore.
His fingers tightened around the last brick in his hand, looking down at it.
“…What would you do?” he suddenly asked, the words slipping out before he could think them through. “If I was chasing you?”
You shrugged, still focused on finishing your flower, but there was something different in the air now. You could feel it. The way his voice had dropped, how his eyes lingered just a moment too long.
“I don’t know… anything you’d want. Like, come on.” You tried to brush it off with another laugh, but even you could notice the shift in the air between you both.
“Come on… what?”
He didn’t laugh back. Instead, he leaned in a little, just enough to close the space between you. His gaze was intense as it focused on you but the question still hung in the air.
You slowly looked up at him, you knew exactly what he was doing.
“Seonghwa,” you whispered, barely above a breath.
He huffed a quiet breath, trying to ground himself. “You didn’t invite me here for some peace and quiet, did you?”
You felt your carpet under the palms of your hands as you sat up, still watching him. “Technically… I invited you back for peace and quiet away from everyone else.”
“To do what?”
“You really want me to spell it out for you?” You couldn't bite back that smile. “Me inviting you is one thing, but why did you come?”
He didn’t respond, just held your gaze. You leaned in and your fingers found his jaw, light and slow. With that, you closed the gap, pressing your mouth firmly against his. Your hands roamed down his hard chest, tracing the contours and marvelling at how he flexed beneath your touch.
A low moan escapes his throat as he returns your kiss with equal fervour, his hands coming up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your tongues moved together, exploring every nook of each other's mouths.
The kiss momentarily broke for him to trail his lips along your jaw. You slowly rose up from your knees with his guidance. His hands firmly on your sides with no signs or intentions of letting you go just yet. His lowered eyes focused on you as you helped him out of his black tank top, throwing it off over the jacket he laid out neatly on your couch.
You took his hand straight to your bedroom door. Opening it, your tuxedo cat jumped out before making its way to the zip line for the kitchen where her bowl of water and food was waiting. You turned to Seonghwa who looked back at you, delightfully surprised.
“So you do have a cat.”
“I was lying about her being a fan of people though,” You shrugged. “Come on.”
He smiled as he looked down at you, his gaze locked on yours with a mix of curiosity and anticipation and as you both reached the edge of the bed, you gently pushed him down onto the mattress.
His lips pressing together nervously as his eyes drank the sight of you stripping down.
“Have you ever done anything like this?”
“Yeah… just not… it’s been a while…” Seonghwa was blabbering.
He was in the middle of an internal battle, wondering if this was a mistake. You were just nodding along to his words, finally slipping out your skirt before straddling him, hooking your arms behind his head to continue kissing those lips of his.
Seonghwa was without a doubt a kisser. He knew exactly how to do just how you like it, how to hold you and move his tongue – the way he moved with yours with practiced precision sent shivers down your spine.
It was no wonder you were already getting soaked between your legs, and he wasn’t even naked… but he was hard, and from how he was rubbing it up against you, you could tell he was more than eager.
His kisses felt tender yet intentional, and it was driving you insane. He was holding down the sides of your throat to kiss your neck and collarbones.
“Fuck, Seonghwa please—“ You reached down to the bulge clearly wanting to be freed, looking up at him when he had you pressed against the mattress on your back.
It felt good to be wanted and to be desired. He wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while, especially with someone like you, who carried yourself with such certainty.
“Shhh… let’s take our time.”
His hands found their way onto the mounds beneath the lace of your bra which he had pushed above your breasts teasing your left nipple with fingertips he had wet with his tongue. Your knees pressed together, as he showered the other one with feathery kisses.
He took your hand from behind his head, intertwining it with his fingers before planting it right above your head. When his skilled tongue found its way against yours again, you had to let out a deep moan in his mouth — especially with his fingers teasing your slick folds through your panties.
“Oh my god…” You rubbed up his arm in encouragement.
“Where do you want me, beautiful?”
You swear you could’ve melted from how gentle his voice was and how his eyes were glossing at you.
“Anywhere.” You unhooked your own bra out of sheer impatience, getting chills from how he smiled at your shamelessness. “Everywhere.”
“Let’s start… here.” His hands dipped in between your legs.
Seonghwa's hands moved with a confident grace, exploring every inch of your core with a precision that spoke of practiced skill. His thumb traced gentle circles over your clit, eliciting a soft grunt from you as the sensation washed over you. Your core tightened in response to his focused attention, and your hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against his fingers.
You were lost in a fit of absolute pleasure and enjoyment, your body arching off the bed as Seonghwa's fingers delved deeper into you. In a moment of pure instinct, you grabbed his chin, pulling him closer. His mouth was open, and before you could think twice, he sucked your fingers into his mouth, his lips and tongue working over them with a hunger that mirrored your own.
You noticed the glint in his eyes as he watched you, his gaze flickering between the action and your reactions with a possessiveness that lit up his eyes. "Are you just going to watch?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and challenge.
Your fingertips brushed his smile, his lips brushing against yours as he leaned down. "But I like watching you," he murmured, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His fingers continued their tormenting, curling and twisting inside you in a way that had you squirming beneath him. He could feel your wetness coating his fingers, and it only spurred him on further.
"I n-need a little more," you whispered, but your words were swallowed by the intensity of another finger joining the first, and everything around you seemed to fade away.
Seonghwa groaned, quickly undoing his button and fly with one hand, while the other ensured your legs remained parted. Before you could compose yourself, he dropped his head and began lapping at your clit as if he were starving. At first, it was just his tongue and lips, but when you felt his fingers curl back in, you let out a loud moan of pure pleasure. You didn't even notice his growls of approval as he continued the motion, flicking his tongue faster and faster, as if you might run away at any moment.
The sight and feeling of having such a beautiful face devouring you distracted you from how he was advancing towards you, appearing in front of your face just to dip down and kiss your chest. Distracting you, he was getting ready to take out his hard-on, pumping it in his hands, coating it with your own slick.
“Do you have uh…” He started to ask, but you cut him off.
“Don’t worry about that, just… now… p-please,” you urged, your voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled a little at you, leaning down to hold you with one arm snaked around your waist and the other hooked under your knee as he laid you both on your side. Holding onto him by his broad shoulders, you braced yourself for what was to come.
“Ah, fuck..”
He took your lips between his as he finally had you around him. The way he teased your bottom lip with his teeth, the way his tongue had explored every crevice of your mouth — it reminded you just how much you personally missed the feeling of being this intimate with someone.
Seonghwa groaned into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he rolled his hips, grinding his slightly curved cock deeper into your stretched folds.
"Mmm,” he murmured against your lips, nipping at them playfully before trailing his mouth down your neck. "Is this what you wanted?”
You bit back a grin, nodding aggressively as you continued to moan out all while his shaft slipped in and out at a steady pace with your hands clutched onto the back of his neck.
He caught a pert nipple between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “You smell incredible, I’ve wanted to tell you that all night.”
You scrunched your nose, “I smell like the club.” Cigarettes and liquor.
To emphasize his point, he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before placing an open-mouthed kiss there. “I mean your skin, babe. Fuck me…” He suckled lightly, intent on leaving a subtle mark.
"How does that feel?" He asked in a low, seductive rasp as he continued his sensual stroke a little quicker.
Your breathy silent approval ignited something primal in him.
“Yeah? Faster?” He complied, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The new rhythm had him driving into you harder, deeper, the thick ridge of his cockhead kissing your cervix with each powerful snap of his hips.
It was wild how he seemed to anticipate your every move before you could even react or give him instructions. The fluidity of his actions felt almost surreal, which sounds absurd when you consider how quickly everything unfolded. You had just met this stunning stranger, with hair flopping over his eyes – you were building brick flowers merely moments ago and now here you were focused on a different set of bricks.
One large hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as the other tangled in your hair, resting his forehead against yours intimately as he pounded into you. His lips brushed yours in fleeting, feverish kisses between ragged breaths.
"Yes, just like that," you grunted, feeling the sweat on his brow against your forehead. “Whatever you want, just take i-it.”
You felt Seonghwa's hands curve around your skin, to press down on your stomach. As his fingers dug in, it was as if they were anchoring you to the moment, making it impossible to escape from under him. Not that you even planned to.
He rocks into you with an increased urgency, driven by the overwhelming desire of how your body is responding instinctively. His eyes locked on yours, a mix of possessiveness and adoration that made your heart race. The way his muscles flexed with each thrust, sweat glistening on his skin, and his lips parting in a shameless moan.
"I-I’m…i’m almost there," He rasped, while his hot breath fanned over your skin.
Just as you're teetering on the brink, he slams into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt. With a guttural roar, he stills, his cock twitching as he fills you.
When the pulses gradually slowed, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer intensity of you both unravelling at the same time. His lips sought yours in a tender, lingering kiss, pouring all your affection into the simple gesture.
"Oh my god…" he breathed, still reeling as he brushed a strand of sweaty hair from your forehead, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of your cheekbone.
“God…” You chuckled, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “I needed that so badly.”
He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement with an eyebrow raised as your bluntness, “Glad I could’ve helped–”
You placed a finger to his lips, silencing him momentarily before you flipped him over to straddle his chest. Your eyes sparkled with mischief despite the exhaustion etched on your face. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and the sight of you climbing atop sent a thrill through his veins. His semi-hard cock twitched in anticipation as he idly watched you position yourself and slowly shift downwards, making sure to plant butterfly kisses all over his lower abdomen as you made your way down his happy trail.
You looked at him with a playful smile, your eyes glinting with excitement that you were going to taste yourself off him. Then you leaned in, capturing his cock in a deep mouth. Your tongue danced with the tip, exploring every inch of it as you savoured the taste of yourself and him. He groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as your warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock.
You took your time, lavishing attention on every inch, your tongue swirling and dancing along the sensitive underside. The sensation of tasting yourselves together was intensely arousing. He threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each pass.
"Mmm, shit, that feels incredible," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure. "You look so good with me around your mouth."
You hummed in agreement, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. You picked up speed, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder, your saliva coating his shaft.
"Don't stop," he gasped, his fingers threading through your hair, guiding your movements. You could feel the tension building in his body, the muscles in his legs and arms tensing as he neared his climax again.
With a final, powerful thrust of your throat, he let out a guttural roar, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he released once more. You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, and then pulled back, licking your lips clean. You looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. He was breathless, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"You're something else.” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and admiration as he watched you clean after yourself so well.
You smiled, leaning into his parted lips.
The whole thing was deliciously reckless… Yet, easy. It started off as one of those nights where the music was too loud, the drinks too strong, and yet somehow it led you here – it led him here. Seonghwa didn’t plan on meeting anyone, let alone ending up tangled in someone’s sheets, laughing at your terrible jokes between kisses that felt way too good to stop for the rest of the night.
By the time the sun started creeping through the blinds, you were both wrecked in the best way. Not just tired, but happy-tired. Wrapped up in each other like it was the most natural thing in the world — just easy conversation, lazy kisses, and that warm, quiet buzz of maybe-this-could-actually-be-something.
“So, what do you think about dinner? My place this Saturday?” you asked, looking up at him.
“Isn’t it Saturday already?” he replied with a chuckle.
“Then I guess you’ll have to stay.” You muttered with a cheek pressed against his chest.
He let out a small laugh, pulling you closer. You drifted asleep first, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back as his chin pressed lightly down the top of your head. He wasn’t tired yet, but he had a few things on his mind until his phone started going off in the other room.
He carefully untangles himself from you. His movements were quiet, practiced. He slipped his boxers on and cracked the door open to quietly head over to shut that stupid thing off.
It had to be one of the guys. That’s what he told himself. It had to be them asking if he got your number, if last night was good, if he was even still alive after stumbling out of there with you.
That’s why it came as a shock when he finally registered what he was reading on his phone.
DO NOT ANSWER
Missed call (2)
DO NOT ANSWER
I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to but Donghyuck said he saw you and your boys last night and… that you left that trash place with someone?
Did not know you were that kind of person…
Can we talk? I need to see you. I’m at your dorm.
It didn’t matter if it was inappropriate, offensive, or downright insane to come back after all the mental acrobatics Seonghwa was put through because his body was already moving, back to your room to quietly pull on the rest of his clothes. Every few seconds, he glanced back at you, at the way your hair fanned across the pillow, at the warmth still lingering in the sheets. With a quiet sigh, he grabbed a sticky note from your desk.
Seonghwa wasn’t sure what felt worse: leaving you, or running back to the person who only came back when he was one foot out the door, just to prove how wrapped around the finger he was. He didn’t know how to feel about any of it — but knew that he had to go. Because even if this could’ve been the start of something real, something he might’ve actually needed… he thought he needed to be there, chasing the comfort of old chains that he knew all too well.
By the time you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the emptiness beside you. The second was the way your lips still tingled from the night before, still smiling as it remembered what he tasted like and how he treated you, recalling everywhere his lips grazed, even though he had already left. He had been for a while, he could’ve woken you. He also could’ve taken the Lego orchid with him. The day was almost already gone by now, but a part of you was looking forward to seeing him again later.
It wasn’t until you reached for a glass of water that you noticed the note, neatly pressed under a fridge magnet in the kitchen that the hopeful smile you carried around your apartment dropped instantly.
"Thanks for last night. I don’t think I can stick around for that dinner. I’m sorry."
The words weren’t sloppy or rushed. He had taken his time. Like he meant it. Like that had made it better.
TAGS | plot with some porn, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, angsty & high tension dialogues bcs reader and yeosang are in situationship & figuring it out, reader is a player and avoidant, yeosang gets attached too easily. oopsie.
RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)
SUMMARY | Yeosang realized he had feelings for you at the worst possible moment—now he’s spiralling and needs an outlet. Lucky for you, you’re here. Unlucky for you, it comes with a cost.
AUTHOR’S NOTE | oK this was plot heavy. lowkey in my feelings when i wrote it and i didn’t rlly want smut to be the focal point of all the stories — especially if i didn’t think it fit the members. so we’re trying something new out with yeo’s part. i hope you like it hehe enjoy freaks (complimentary). if you catch any mistakes, no you didn’t. i proofread with vibes not scrutiny.
💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!
inspired by pink matter & bad religion by frank ocean
(frank come home pls i can’t do this anymore.)
Yeosang wasn’t the nosy type—he liked to think he was above that.
Normally, he’d get himself to stop missing you by scrolling through your posts or replaying your story highlights like a perfectly chill (totally not obsessed) person. But today curiosity dragged him into the abyss that was your tagged photos.
And that’s where he saw it. Them.
The two others you were seeing on the side. He’d heard rumours but didn’t believe them until he saw Lee Chan’s hands on your ass as you were hugging him or a selfie where you were a little too close to Choi Yeonjun.
Even he never had a photo with you where your cheeks were squished against each others.
“Relax,” Wooyoung had told him that night he confided in his friend, “It’s normal. They’re probably just on her roster. You guys aren’t exclusive anyway.”
Now, every time he lay flat on his back, staring at a ceiling, his mind went into the same place:
How did you meet them? How long have you been seeing them? Do they know what you like? Or worse—did you touch them the same way you’re touching him right now?
And seriously, how the fuck did you and Yeonjun even meet?
“Yeosang, i’m talking to you.”
“Huh?” His head jerked up at the sound of your voice, only to find you staring up at him from between his legs, mouth hovering just shy of the fabric of his underwear.
His pants were bunched at his ankles, and he was sprawled out with his knees hanging off the bed—one hand casually tucked under his head.
The angle was doing the most to show off how much gym time he and San had clearly been clocking lately.
“I asked if I can—“
“Uh… Y-Yeah, yeah go ahead.”
You sighed, rising from your knees to gracefully mount his body. Straddling him with elegance, you leaned down, your face inches from his clearly preoccupied gaze.
Speaking of gazes, his eyes were your favourite. Your knuckles grazed his birthmark, then you casually swept his hair back.
"What's going on?"
He reacted instantly, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply as he leaned in. You felt his hands glide down your spine, past the hooks of your bra. He shook his head, "Nothing. I'm fine."
"Something’s definitely going on because I was about to suck you off and you haven’t looked at me once.”
Yeosang gently placed his hand on the back of your head and flipped you over, landing you on your side.
He then adjusted himself, kicking off his jeans with a nonchalant flick of his ankle. Scooting closer to your flushed face, his silence was starting to make you a tad more nervous than usual.
“Is everything okay?” You shifted closer to his body.
“I wanted to ask you something, and I need you to be honest.”
“Oh. Sure.” Your eyebrows rose. “But maybe we save the serious talk for after, you know, the fun stuff?” You started trailing your fingers along the faint ridges of his abs.
He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he stared down at your joined hands. “Do you…” He trailed off, recalibrating mid-sentence. “How long are we going to keep having fun?”
“Well,” you said, blinking like it was the most obvious answer in the world, “A few rounds, a few hours—though if you do that thing I like, I might have to keep you here a bit longer.”
You leaned in for a kiss, slow and deliberate, your lips skimming his bottom lip. His hand slipped to your ass like muscle memory, but instead of diving in, his brain just had to keep working.
“No, not this,” he mumbled between kisses before pulling away with all the self-control and focus in the world. “I mean… this—as in, us. How much longer are we going to keep this going?”
“Oh.” You paused, your eyes darted between his face and the diminishing gap between your bodies. “I don’t know… as long as we want to?”
His jaw tightened, his expression unreadable.
“Do you not want to anymore?” You asked.
“It’s not that,” he sighed. “I’m starting my internship next semester. I just… I needed to know if I have a reason to turn down that offer in Busan.”
His words hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could hear was the faint hum of the city beyond your creaked window.
“Well,” you said. “I told you…if you want to, you should.”
“So you think I should go?”
“I think you should do whatever makes you happiest.”
“And what if what I want doesn’t make you happy?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a shrug. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“But it does. It matters to me.” His voice dipped, tinged with frustration, though his gaze softened into something you hadn’t seen before.
“So… what do you want me to say?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” His voice cracked just enough to make your chest tighten. “That you want me to stay. That this is something important to hold on to or that…” He gestured vaguely to himself, as if it physically pained him. “…that I’m not just someone you fuck when everyone else is busy.”
Oh.
You sighed, sitting up to rake your fingers through your hair while pulling your knees to your chest.
Maybe it was one of the guys you’d been seeing who ran his mouth. Word gets around campus pretty easily when you have mutual friends. It’s also not like you were deliberately hiding it, but you somehow still felt a little ashamed for him to find out.
Yeosang, on the other hand, looked like he’d rather dissolve into thin air. Maybe insecurity had sucker-punched him or he was catching feelings and scared you’d bolt the moment he brought it up.
“I don’t know why I said that,” he muttered, voice soft and far away. “I’m sorry I brought it up.” He shifted to sit next to you, his posture mirroring yours.
“It’s fine,” You tried to sound reassuring, but the weight of his question hung in the air.
You glanced at him, and damn his side profile wasn’t helping you think straight. “So, what is it? You don’t want me seeing anyone else?”
His sharp inhale said it all. “I can’t tell you what to do, but just so you know, I’m not seeing anyone else,” his voice was rough, like he was trying to swallow the words before they came out. “I don’t even want anyone else. I don’t know how you do it, how you can… be with anyone else.”
Yeosang turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “I just… I want to know if it could ever be… just me.”
He’d meant it when he swore off relationships — especially after what happened to San, he believed that was more than enough to convince him that relationships weren’t worth it.
But the more he saw you, the more his wishes began to crack. The more he wanted it to be only him you came back to.
“What am I to you?” he asked finally, the question breaking the silence.
You swallowed, searching for words that felt like truth but wouldn’t cut too deep. “You’re…” The answer wavered, unsure even as it left your lips. “You’re someone I care about. A lot.”
You placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him, trying to drown out the conversation in the only way you knew how.
His fingers gripped your hips tightly, grounding you against him, and you felt a flicker of guilt at the way you were avoiding his question but it melted away when you felt his tongue slip in.
When you pulled back, he was breathless and flushed, his chest heaving as if he’d just surfaced from underwater. His hands stayed firmly on your love handles, and his forehead leaned against yours.
“For fuck’s sake…” he muttered, the frustration thick in his voice. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair like that would somehow untangle the mess in his brain. “Why me?”
“Yeosang?”
He realised right then and there, there was no changing your mind.
He snapped back to reality, his grip tightening as his hands slid down to your thighs. In one smooth move, you were on your back and he was settling himself right on top of you.
Yeosang settled between your thighs. He rocked his hips, grinding himself against you, seeking friction and relief as your lips wouldn’t leave his alone.
You cupped the side of his face, looking up at him between breaks of the kiss to slide a gentle slow finger into his mouth for him to suck as he held your stare.
Your other hand pushed away the curtain of hair falling from his face, admiring his bare beauty in your touch.
You liked how he reacted to your touches, how at a single command he kneels, he’d do anything for you if you’d ask — maybe that’s what scared you in return but you’d never tell him that.
You both eventually fell on your sides, not a single word besides the usual moans and gasps of “yes”, “like that”, and yeosang’s personal favourite: “i need you right now.”
Before you knew it, your back faced him and you were both entirely undressed.
He held you tight, pressing his face into the sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder. His lips trailed kisses there as his hands explored your familiar curves. Your hips ground back against him, rubbing your ass over his erection.
His fingers danced across your stomach before slipping lower. You groaned, feeling his fingers open to a ‘V’ to graze the sides of your entrance with light strokes.
His focus on you was primal and hungry as he started circling the your folds in a distinct pattern. He sunk two fingers deep inside your slick clenching heat, earning a breathy whine that was turning him on relentlessly. Your breath was hot against his ear as you watched him work, your inner muscles clenching greedily.
Yeosang knew your body the best out of the others. He always paid attention to your physical reactions to what you really like and what hurt you. After a while, he got the hang of it pretty damn quick.
Between the gentle caresses and firmer strokes, he was driving you higher, teasing you mercilessly—and yet, he hadn’t even gone all the way. But holding out much longer wasn’t an option; the things you were saying were wrecking his focus, leaving his restraint hanging by a thread.
You’re the only one I want.
You make me feel so good.
I want you so bad.
Don’t get him wrong, the sex was great — but even with you naked in his arms, swearing he was the one you wanted, he didn’t feel it. Because desiring him wasn’t the same as making him yours—and you never would.
You held his face behind you, anchoring your hand on the nape of his neck as he pounded into you with his hard throbbing cock into you at an angle that was blurring your vision.
He was eagerly grabbing a handful of your breast, teasing your nipple between his fingers as he sucked onto your neck, whining against your skin.
He pushed your knee higher. Gripping your side like he was holding on for dear life, he thrust into you with the determination, only to pull out slowly, and savouring the moment.
The increasing pace turned your moans into a symphony of pleasure, loud enough to give the neighbors an unsolicited introduction to Yeosang’s name. They might not have seen him, but they sure knew who he was now.
The sound of skin meeting skin, punctuated by the occasional slap of his hand against your ass made you grin.
“Fuck! Yeosang!” You exclaimed.
“I know baby, I know,” he replied, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that sent shivers down your spine.
His focus unwavering. It was as if he had a singular mission: to bring you to the peak of pleasure and join you there.
He eventually sent you over the edge. You bit down on your lip as he showered you with open-mouthed kisses on one side of your face.
“Shit… Yeosang, that was— you felt so fucking good.” You barely caught your breath.
You held his face over your shoulder and he smiled back, feeling your thumb stroke the side of his face before coming in for a rewarding kiss.
Yeosang had it all—looks, charm, the perfect height for you, and you always had a soft spot for the shy types. Sure, his borderline obsession with video games wasn’t exactly your favorite thing, but hey, at least it wasn’t destructive.
Still, no matter how great he was, Yeosang realised the truth you’d never admit: a relationship wasn’t exactly your thing.
Still, his visit to your neighbourhood didn’t end on that note.
After a few rounds of small talk and a necessary bathroom breaks, you were back to your usual routine — with a few new surprises.
It included him kneeling before your parted legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, watching him savour, and lick up your core. It wasn't long before your leg found its way over his shoulder, trembling and quivering as you held onto the back of his head.
Then came the moment when he held your wrists behind your back, taking you from behind. Fucking. Hell. The spanking returned, accompanied by a string of praises in that low voice of his and it turned you on more than anything else he’d ever tried.
You were so caught up in the bliss and pleasure of the moment, reveling in how he truly outdid himself tonight, that you missed two things:
Yeosang had whispered "I love you" at the peak of his final climax.
And this was going to be the last time.
Yeosang was so haunted by the painful realization that if he ever walked away, you wouldn't miss him.
After all, there were plenty of others ready to take his place by your side, as if he were just another face in the crowd.
He knew you were never going to change your mind, even when he was the one on the line.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were fast asleep. Yeosang watched the steady rise and fall of your bare back, the room quiet except for your soft breathing. The faint jingle of his belt buckle broke the stillness as he slipped into his jeans.
He caught sight of himself in your full-length mirror in the corner, you sound asleep behind him, and all he felt was emptiness. The faint marks on his neck and chest—your handiwork—didn’t even draw the usual smirk.
He slipped his shirt back on and crept out of your place, the same way he’d done countless times before.
Standing on the corner of your street, he pulled out his phone and fired off an email accepting the position. One press of “send”, he raised his arm, hailing a taxi without a second glance back.
A yellow coloured taxi pulled up just as he tucked the phone back into his pocket. He climbed in, saying the name of his street and sinking into his seat, completely worn out.
The driver nodded without saying much from the rearview mirror where a string of beads with a tassel hung. The car pulled away from that street.
He stole another glance at Yeosang, whose watery eyes and faraway stare made it seem like the weight of the world was crushing his shoulders.
“You okay, kid?”
“Yeah,” Yeosang muttered, leaning against the glass. “Just got a lot on my mind.”
His phone buzzed in his jeans pocket, and his gaze dropped to the screen—Wooyoung’s name lighting up, accompanied by that dumb photo he’d set as his own contact picture.
He’d hoped that by the sixth missed call—during the time Yeosang had your arms pinned behind your back—Wooyoung would finally give it a rest.
But if there was one thing everyone knew about Wooyoung, it was that his commitment to annoying his friends was unmatched.
“Fucking finally, where are you?” Wooyoung’s voice came through, loud and chaotic, with the telltale background noise of a busy restaurant.
“Home,” Yeosang lied, voice barely above a mumble and cleared his throat. “Why?”
“Perfect, so you’re close. Everyone’s already here—your roommate, Hwa, the usual. San and Mingi bailed though. Typical. Anyway, you promised you’d show up tonight, so—“
“Yeah, yeah,” Yeosang cut him off, not in the mood for one of Wooyoung’s endless rambles.
Wooyoung, sharp as ever, caught the attitude immediately. “Don’t be a dick. We’ll just see you at the club if you’re gonna take forever.”
“Yeah, sure. Bye.” Yeosang ended the call before Wooyoung could get another word in. He didn’t even flinch when he heard Wooyoung start to curse—cutting him off mid-sentence was the point.
The driver glanced at him as they pulled to a stop at a red light, an eyebrow quirking in silent judgment. “A lot going on, huh?”
Yeosang’s eyes stayed fixed on the city lights, streaking and blurring as they sped past. “You have no idea.”
The driver shrugged, settling back into his seat. “Well, it’s a long drive to where you’re headed. I’ve got time.”
THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY H*RNY MILK & HONEY STORIES!! there were only like 10 of you at one point and i was already so happy which is why this is insane to me 😔🫶🏼 i would kiss every one of you if i could.
