𝐚/𝐧: thank you so much for the love on my last post. I hope you enjoy this oneee. maknae line will be the next post!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: your boyfriend went out with his team members. After having a couple drinks, they start taking shots and he drunk text you asking if you can pick him up.
summary : trying to get work done around your boyfriend is pointless—all he wants to do is cuddle!
genre : fluff, non idol au, college au? (reader is in college), established relationship
warnings : use of pet name (baby), wy is a very affectionate (we love it)
wc : 0.6k
a/n : this was inspired by ‘attention’ from malcolm todd, one of my fave songs by him. also a post in celebration of his album’s release!! yay!! (it was released like over a month ago but SHHH)
“ ‘Cause I need your attention all the time ! ”
The gentle tapping of keys echoes through the bedroom as you work through your assignment, eyes fixed on the laptop balancing on your legs. Beside you, Wooyoung is comfortably settled against the pillows, scrolling through his phone. You had been sceptical of the arrangement when he crawled into bed with you thirty minutes ago, worried he’d distract you. But of course, Wooyoung’s persistent nature meant he didn’t give up on convincing you. You eventually agreed, noticing things seemed to be going perfectly fine. You got your work done, and he kept himself entertained. So far, so good.
Unfortunately, Wooyoung’s attention span had never been particularly impressive.
A loud sigh comes from beside you. You keep typing, ignoring it, until another sigh emerges—louder this time. Still, your focus remains on the screen in front of you.
“How much longer?” he finally asks, drawing out the syllables.
You glance at the document’s word count and wince. “Mm, not sure. Maybe another hour?”
“An hour?” Wooyoung says, sounding offended. “You’ve already been at this forever."
You deadpan, “It’s only been ten minutes.”
“That’s still a long time. I want to talk to you, not watch you do your assignment.” You could practically hear the pout on his face.
You sigh, “I literally asked if you’d be okay with it, and you said it was fine.”
“Well things can change," Wooyoung replies with a frown.
You glance at him and realize he isn’t truly upset—he just wants your undivided attention, as usual. “Just give me, like, twenty more minutes baby, then we can hang out, okay?”
“Fine.” He isn’t thrilled, but he listens. He tosses his phone onto the mattress, though you barely notice, already back to your essay. Things remain quiet like that for a few minutes.
Suddenly, you feel a weight on your shoulder. You pause, looking down to see Wooyoung resting his head there, his cheek squishing against your arm.
“What are you doing?" You ask.
“I’m sitting," he says simply.
“You’re leaning on me.” Correcting him, you begin to slowly glance back up at your screen.
“It’s cold.”
You laugh before you can stop yourself. Wooyoung immediately brightens at your reaction, happy to shift your attention away from the laptop. He shifts impossibly closer, one arm wrapping around your waist.
You tried to keep working, but it was hard with him constantly looking over your shoulder, sometimes muttering nonsense just to get a reaction out of you.
“What would you do if I got abducted by aliens?" he asks suddenly.
You pause, “..What?”
“Nothing. Get back to work," he mumbles, scooting closer to your face.
You push his forehead away, making him complain irritably. Then, dramatically, he collapses into your lap, looking up at the ceiling.
“I miss you," he says softly.
Your fingers pause above the keyboard. “You’ve been talking to me the entire time.”
“That’s not the same.”
When you look down, Wooyoung is already staring back at you, a slight pout on his lips—probably exaggerated—but the tenderness in his eyes is real. It makes your heart ache.
“I came over to spend time with my girlfriend,” he continues. “Not to just sit here looking pretty.”
Despite yourself, your resolve starts to weaken. “You’re so clingy.”
“I’m aware.” The answer comes without a trace of shame.
Shaking your head, you finally close your laptop and set it on your bedside table. Instantly, Wooyoung sits up so quickly you might have laughed if he wasn’t already wrapping his arms around you.
His smile is clear as day as he pulls you close. "There she is.”
“Don’t sound so proud of yourself.” You mutter.
“I am so proud of myself.”
You roll your eyes but relax into his embrace anyway. Almost immediately, his chin drops onto your head, arms tightening around your waist, as if you might vanish if he lets go.
The assignment would still be there tomorrow. But for now, the content sigh escaping Wooyoung’s lips makes the decision feel totally worth it.
“ And it's fine as long as I have your eyes on me , ooh~ ”
jung wooyoung is the clingiest man alive. he loves when you drape your legs over his while watching tv. he lives for walking with his hand in your back pocket. he'd give his soul for five more minutes of cuddles in the morning. especially on mornings like these.
you're both heavy with sleep, bodies draped around one another. your chests pressed together with your arms around his shoulders and his hands rubbing your waist as he ruts into you lazily. your foreheads rest together, heavy breaths panted against each others lips. "i want you closer." he says, a groggy whisper before he licks his lips. "i need you closer."
"we can't get any closer, baby," you try to satiate him by squeezing him in your arms, but he only pouts.
"let me in your skin," he dips his head and nuzzles your neck, making you laugh breathlessly. "let's meld together forever."
when ateez s/o accidentally send a suggestive text to a member.
->hyung line
warning:suggestive text
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
San:
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
mingi:
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
wooyoung:
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
Jongho:
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
andddd heres the maknae line hehehe:) this was so fun to make!! i enjoyed this. sorry if it’s not the best🥲 i decided to try out a new app and I’m liking this one better (*^‿^*) anyways like my other post please feel free to send me any suggestions on what i should make more(•̀ᴗ•́)و
Thank you @threepointstogryffindor for this request I hope you enjoy this and the hyung line one😆
Please look forward for a new series that will be coming out soon ☺️!!
when ateez s/o accidentally send a suggestive text to a member.
this was a request from this so here is the hyung line😙
->maknae line
warning: suggestive text
hongjoong:
✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯
seonghwa:
✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯ yunho:
✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯
yeosang:
hi hi! Sorry this took me a week(╥_╥) I lowkey was busy also sorry if this sucks🥲but I had the time to make these(•̀ᴗ•́)و some may be the same kind of text..because I lowkey ran out of ideas (o_O),but I hope you enjoyed this !! Thank you @threepointstogryffindor for requesting an idea ☺️ maknae line will be up as soon as this one gets posted (￣▽￣) !!
please look forward to a series that will be coming out soon(*^‿^*)!!
➢ In which you decide to test the infamous “Can I hold it?” question on the boys right as they are trying to go to the bathroom. ➢ purely comedic, urination mentioned, pissing kink mentioned (joke), suggestive, alcohol consumption, inspired by this post, minors do not interact ➢ 2.6k ➢ hyung line version
#San
San had been attached to your side all evening, but he finally stood up from the bed, stretching his arms over his head with a lazy yawn that had his shirt lifting just enough to show a bit of skin. “I’ll be right back, baby,” he murmured, giving your hair a fond tug as he started walking toward the bathroom.
You sat up, clearing your throat to keep your voice steady. “Hey, Sannie?”
“Yeah?” He paused with his hand on the doorframe, turning his head to look at you.
“Can I hold it?”
“...Hold what?”
You pointed directly at his lap. “You know.”
San’s eyebrows twitched, “Oh.” He fully turned around, leaning his back against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked you up and down, “You want to hold… my penis?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed, trying to maintain your confidence, though your heart was suddenly hammering.
“Like while I’m peeing?” San chuckled, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, and taking a slow step backward into the bathroom.
“Yeah.”
“Just to see what it's like?”
You shrugged, trying to act casual. “Maybe.”
He tilted his head, a dimpled smirk cutting across his face. “Well, come on then.”
You got right out of bed, marched into the bathroom, and rolled up your sleeves.
San leaned his hips back against the sink, looking down at you with an incredibly serious expression. “Alright. Any questions before we begin?”
You blinked up at him. “Why are you acting like this is a workshop?”
“Because this is your first time,” he explained logically, nodding his head.
“It’s not—”
“It is your first time holding a peeing penis,” San corrected, his tone entirely flat and matter-of-fact.
You let out a heavy sigh, realising he was right. “Fair.”
San’s smile widened as he watched you take your position, completely focused, determined to do a good job. “Alright, are you ready?” he teased, leaning his head back as he waited for you to do your thing.
A moment later, disaster struck. The stream started, and you instantly panicked. The angle changed, threatening his sweatpants. You rapidly adjusted but then the pressure shifted, and the angle changed again.
You adjusted a second time, but in your panic to maintain control of the stream, you adjusted way, way too much.
“OW!” San nearly launched himself back, his body went rigid, back slamming violently against the mirror behind him as his eyes practically threatened to pop out of his head.
You immediately let go, throwing your hands in the air like you’d just been caught red-handed at a crime scene. “Oh my god!”
“BABY!” San shrieked, his voice cracking into a register so high it could have shattered the bathroom lightbulbs.
“I'M SORRY!” you yelled back, backing up until your spine hit the closed door.
“You bent it!” San accused, his face instantly exploding into a furious, sweaty shade of crimson as he wheezed for air. “You absolutely bent it!”
“I DID NOT BEND IT!” you argued defensively, your face burning .
“You absolutely bent it!” he insisted.
“I was trying to steer!”
“STEER?!” San echoed, looking at you like you had lost your mind. “It's not a garden hose!”
The image of a garden hose was the final straw. You completely doubled over, clutching your stomach as tears of laughter started streaming down your face. “I DIDN’T KNOW IT MOVED SO MUCH!”
“Moved so much?” San repeated as he wiped a tear from his eye, still hovering protectively over his lap. “What did you think was going to happen? What did you expect?”
“I thought it would be more cooperative!”
“Cooperative?”
“Yes!”
San stared at you in dead silence. Then, he slowly looked up at the ceiling, as if asking the universe what he had done to deserve this. Then, he looked right back down at you, his shoulders bouncing as a massive, uncontrollable laughter completely consumed him. “Out. Out of the bathroom. Mission aborted.”
#Mingi
Mingi was in peak drunk form—a little too touchy for a club, arm draped over your hips, and lips always chasing yours for a kiss. You were trying to get him to drink some water when suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he gasped as if he had just remembered a life-saving piece of information. “Babe,” he whined, leaning his entire body weight onto you, his face burying into your neck. “Babe, I gotta pee. Like, so bad. My bladder is going to explode.”
“Okay, let’s go then,” you laughed, shoving his heavy frame toward the bathroom. Mingi let out a whining noise, but he let you guide him, his body stumbling slightly against yours as you dragged him down the crowded club. You kept your hand firmly planted on the small of his back until you finally reached the bathroom door. You grabbed the doorknob, turning it to make sure it was empty, and looked back at him. “Alright, in you go. Don’t fall asleep in there.”
Mingi pulled you right along with him as he stepped backward into the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you. “Can you hold it for me?” he blurted out, deciding this was the perfect time to use his “stage voice.”
Your jaw dropped. “What are you talking about?!” you hissed.
“I’m tired!” he protested, his lower lip trembling as he did a little dramatic stomp. “My arms are so heavy, babe. I can’t do it by myself, I’m gonna miss and pee my pants.”
“I am not holding it while you pee,” you backed up until your spine hit the door.
Mingi leaned one hand against the wall right next to you, trapping you easily. “Why not?” he leaned down, warm breath fanning across your neck. “Don’t be shy now. It’s not like you haven’t held it before.”
Your face exploded into a violent pink. “Oh my god!” you gasped, swatting his chest. “Not for peeing! That is completely different and you know it!”
“Same object, different context,” he nudged his knee between yours, looking down at you with a teasing grin that was definitely fuelled by more than just the alcohol. “Come on. Just give your boyfriend a hand. I’ll even let you do whatever you want with it after.”
“Jesus Christ,” you huffed, rolling your eyes at him, but your hands were already moving, settling onto his zipper. “I'm helping you because you’re a drunk mess,” you clarified, looking up at him with completely unbothered expression. “But that’s all you’re getting in here. If you think we’re
doing anything remotely sexy in a disgusting club bathroom, you’re out of your goddamn mind. So stand still, look at the wall, and let’s get this over with.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he whispered, his voice entirely dazed as he quickly snapped his gaze on the bathroom wall, completely frozen in place.
You kept your face blank, focused on the task at hand to avoid dying of secondhand embarrassment. Taking careful aim, you made sure your grip was secure, steady, and—most importantly—completely void of any sexual motions.
As the stream started, Mingi let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping. “This is crazy,” he mumbled, a love-struck smile taking over his face. “You’re so cool baby. Most girlfriends would just leave me to pee on my own shoes, but you’re here with me. That’s true love.”
“Mingi, if you keep talking, I’m letting go,” you threatened, though the corners of your mouth twitched with a smile.
“I’m quiet!” he squeaked, squeezing his eyes shut.
The second he finished, you didn’t waste a single moment. You tucked everything back in, zipped him up, and slapped his chest. “Done. Wash your hands.”
Mingi turn around to look at you as you immediately began scrubbing your own hands with an aggressive amount of soap. A massive, smug grin spread across his face as he leaned against the sink next to you, nudging your shoulder with his. “So...” he hummed, his voice dropping back into that low, suggestive register. “You said nothing sexy in here. Does that mean the ride home is still a green light?”
#Wooyoung
You slid over from your side of the sofa, plopping down right beside Wooyoung, your shoulder bumping into his. You folded your hands neatly over your knees, a wide, suspicious smile plastered across your face.
Wooyoung’s thumb instantly froze on his phone screen. Without moving his head, his eyes flicked sideways to look at you. “Oh no,” he gasped as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table. He turned his body to face you, pulling a throw pillow into his lap. “Why do you look like that? What did you do?”
You smacked his arm, the dull thud followed by a loud whine from him. “Nothing! Just answer honestly.”
“That sentence has never led me anywhere good,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to read your expression.
You cleared your throat, trying desperately to keep your posture straight and your face completely blank. “Can I hold your...” You paused, the words catching in your throat for a split second as you looked down. Wooyoung tilted his head, his gaze following yours. “...wee-wee.”
Wooyoung looked down at his own lap, then looked back up at your face, “My what?”
You pointed vaguely toward his lap, your cheeks starting to burn. “Your wee-wee.”
“Are you five?”
“Stop interrupting!” you hissed, swatting at his knee.
“Do you also call cars ‘vroom-vrooms’?” he shot back.
“Can I finish?!”
He threw his hands up, gesturing dramatically toward you. “Please. Go ahead. This is apparently a very important kindergarten discussion.”
You took a deep breath, ignoring the fact that his shoulders were already shaking with suppressed laughter. “Can I hold your wee-wee when you pee?”
“What?!” he shrieked, his voice cracking into high-pitched, laugh.
The dam broke, and you immediately started laughing, burying your burning face in your hands. “Just answer the question!” you yelled over his laughter.
“No! Explain yourself!” Wooyoung gasped for air, his face turning a shade of pink as he pointed a trembling finger at you.
“There’s nothing to explain!”
“There is everything to explain!” He shifted on the couch, leaning in close. “Why do you want to hold it?”
“I don’t know!” you wailed, your shoulders shaking from a mix of laughter and embarrassment.
“Do you have some kind of pissing kink?”
“NO!” you screamed, throwing a couch pillow directly into his face.
Wooyoung caught it easily, tossing it aside with a smug smirk. “Then why is this your dream?”
“It’s not my dream!”
“You’ve been thinking about this," he accused smoothly, leaning closer until his nose almost brushed yours, thoroughly enjoying how flustered he was making you. “You’ve been plotting. You sat there, looked at me, and thought, ‘Yes, today is the day I want to hold his wee-wee in the bathroom.’”
“I HAVE NOT!”
Wooyoung was already shaking his head, sighing heavily. “Unbelievable.”
“What?” you asked, wiping a tear of laughter from your eye.
“I let you into my life, my home, my heart—”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, knowing exactly where his dramatic ass was taking this.
“—and now,” Wooyoung continued, his voice dropping into a whisper before he suddenly snatched your wrist, “you’re trying to steal my job.” Before you could even process the words, Wooyoung exploded into action. He leaped off the couch, using his grip on your wrist to haul you right along with him.
“Wait, what are you doing?! Let go!” you laughed, your socks sliding across the floor as he effortlessly dragged you down the hallway.
“No way! You made the request, now you have to see it through!” Wooyoung yelled back, throwing the bathroom door open with a dramatic bang. He pulled you inside, backing up against the sink and leaning against it with a challenging, intensely suggestive grin. He reached down, his fingers playfully tapping the waistband of his sweatpants. “Come on then, my little pervert,” he teased as he raised an eyebrow at your bright red face. “The stage is yours. Let’s see what you’ve got. But if you miss the bowl, you’re scrubbing the floor!”
#Jongho
Your eyes practically burned holes into Jongho’s back as he walked towards the bathroom. You knew this was a high-risk gamble. Your boyfriend was, after all, an absolute menace, and if you actually went through with this, he would never, ever let you live it down. In his mind, this trend was undoubtedly the stupidest thing the internet had ever conceived.
“Honey?” you called out the moment you heard the click of the bathroom door swinging open. “Wait a minute!”
You quickly scrambled out of bed and rushed down the hallway, turning the corner just in time to meet his completely unamused, deadpan stare. He hadn’t even stepped inside yet; he was just waiting for you, one hand resting on the doorknob. “No.” That was all he said as he immediately began to pull the door shut right in your face.
“No?! What do you mean no?!” you gasped, throwing your weight against the door to stop it.
Jongho didn’t even look surprised. “I know exactly what you’re going to ask, and the answer is no.” You quickly shoved your foot in the doorframe right before it could click shut, forcing it back open. Jongho let out a heavy, long-suffering sigh, standing with his hands on his hips.
“Jongho, come on, you don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“You’ve been staring at your phone for hours, you had a weird smirk on your face, and you just followed me to the bathroom,” Jongho listed off, entirely unamused, his voice perfectly calm. Then, he reached into his pocket, holding up his phone. “What's that?” you asked.
“Evidence.”
“Evidence?”
On the screen was the exact video you’d been watching. You gasped. “HOW DID YOU FIND THAT?”
“You reposted it.”
“Oh.”
“I am not doing it baby. Now, get your foot out of my door.”
You gasped, genuinely offended by how well he knew you. “It’s a bonding exercise! It builds trust!”
“It builds a mess on the floor,” Jongho corrected immediately, not breaking eye contact for a single second. “I am a grown man. I pee on my own for over twenty years. I do not need a supervisor, especially one who is probably going to try something stupid.”
“I won’t try anything! I just wanna hold it!” you whined, taking a bold step inside the bathroom anyway. “Just let me try once. Please?”
“No.”
“Just once?”
“No.”
“Five seconds?”
“No.”
“Three?”
“No.”
“Are you seriously telling me you’re too scared to let your own girlfriend help you out?” You delivered the line with a sly grin, completely intentional. You knew exactly what you were doing, aiming right for his pride, fully expecting him to crack a competitive smile and challenge you right back.
Instead, Jongho just stood there. The silence stretched between you for a long moment until a tiny, knowing smirk finally broke. Slowly, he raised his hand. You braced yourself, but instead of pushing you out, he just reached over and fondly ruffled your hair. “Nice try,” he hummed, his voice entirely calm as he dropped his hand back down. “But no.”
“Jongho—”
“You can hold it in our bedroom whenever you want, though,” he added carelessly. He leaned in just an inch closer, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Now get out,” Jongho chuckled as he gently but firmly gripped your shoulders and spun you around, pushing you out into the hallway. “I actually have to use the restroom. Go think about what you’ve done.”
➢ In which you decide to test the infamous “Can I hold it?” question on the boys right as they are trying to go to the bathroom. ➢ purely comedic, urination mentioned lol, inspired by this post, minors do not interact ➢ 1.8k ➢ maknae line version
#Hongjoong
Hongjoong was never bored with you. As a notorious workaholic, he rarely had the time for boredom anyway, but you somehow always managed to keep things exciting. Tonight, he was stretched out on the couch, the movie playing while you sat comfortably between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You were both munching on a bowl of still-warm, slightly too-salty popcorn.
“Baby, can you pause it for a minute?” he murmured, shifting his weight so he could look down at your face. “I need to use the bathroom real quick.” Hongjoong shifted, his hands resting on your waist for a brief second as he prepared to untangle himself from the nest of blankets you two had built. “Don’t eat all the popcorn while I’m gone,” he warned, a tired smile at the corner of his lips.
You didn’t look back at him, just stared ahead at the frozen screen, chewing slowly on a particularly salty piece of popcorn. “Hey, Joongie?” you called out, your voice too casual.
“Yeah?” He stopped, one foot already out of the room.
“Can I hold it?”
Hongjoong froze.
For a solid three seconds, the room was dead silent. His brain, already fried from a fourteen-hour day in the studio, went through a visible system reboot. He blinked, staring at you as if you had just spoken to him in a foreign language. “Hold... what?” he asked carefully. “The remote? It’s right next to you.”
You finally turned your head, looking up at him with the most innocent, wide-eyed expression you could muster. “No. Not the remote.”
He squinted, looking down at his own hands, then at the popcorn bowl, then back to your face. The slow realisation of what you meant hit him. Hongjoong’s entire face flushed pink, the colour rushing all the way to the tips of his ears. He let out a choked sound—halfway between a laugh and a gasp of disbelief—and immediately covered his face with both hands, shoulders shaking. “Oh my god,” he muttered into his palms, his voice muffled. “You are deviant. I am literally just trying to go to the bathroom.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful!” you protested, biting back a laugh.
He uncovered his face, pointing a warning finger at you, though the effect was entirely ruined by the massive grin he couldn’t hide. “You are a menace to society. Sit there, eat your salty popcorn, and think about your life choices. I’ll be back in two minutes.”
As he walked away, you could hear him muttering “can I hold it, unbelievable...” all the way down the hall.
#Seonghwa
“Do you think I could hold it when you pee?” you blurted out, a forkful of spaghetti frozen halfway to your mouth.
Seonghwa choked violently on his white wine. His eyes widened, staring at you in absolute terror as he tried to clear his throat. “I’m sorry... what did you just say?” He placed his glass back down on the table with gentleness. Without it, he suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands, which now hovered in the air.
You chewed your pasta calmly, holding his gaze. “You know what I said...”
Seonghwa’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, looking exactly like a fish out of water. A blush crawled rapidly up his neck, staining his cheeks. “I—I really don’t think I do,” he stammered, his voice pitching slightly higher than usual. He finally folded his empty hands neatly in his lap. “Because it sounded like you just asked to... to assist me. In the restroom. While I am...” He couldn’t even bring himself to finish the sentence. He looked around the restaurant, suddenly terrified that the waiter, the couple at the next table, or God himself had overheard you.
“I did,” you confirmed, entirely unbothered, taking another bite of spaghetti.
“We are eating dinner!” Seonghwa hissed, leaning across the table, his eyes darting around frantically. “We are eating pasta, in public, and you are asking to hold my—” He choked on his own breath, cutting himself off. He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose, taking a slow, deep, shuddering breath. “Why would you even say that? Where did that thought even originate in your brain?”
“I’m just curious...”
“Curious?” he repeated, his voice slightly cracking. “Curious?” He leaned across the table, lowering his voice to a whisper, his hands gesturing wildly. “Curiosity is for things like... wondering what the weather will be like tomorrow! Or wondering how a movie ends! It is not for offering to act as a tripod in a public restroom!”
“I mean, it's a valid question,” you countered, swirling another forkful of pasta.
“It is the least valid question in human history!” Seonghwa pressed his palms to his flaming cheeks. “Curious about what, exactly? I am a grown man, I have been handling this solo for decades!” He let out a defeated sigh, slumping back into his chair and staring at the ceiling as if asking the universe why he was being tested like this.
“I just wonder what it feels like from your perspective.”
Seonghwa’s face went through three different shades of red in a matter of seconds. He covered his face with both hands, letting out a long, defeated whine that was entirely muffled by his palms. “Please stop talking,” he pleaded from behind his fingers. “I am begging you. The waiter is coming back with the bread basket and you are discussing my... my peeing perspective.” He dropped his hands, giving you a dramatic glare that was completely ruined by how flustered he still was. “The answer is no. Absolutely not. Curiosity killed the cat, and it is currently killing my appetite.”
#Yunho
Yunho was in the middle of closing the bathroom door when you suddenly slid between the frame and his body. You looked up at him with wide eyes and a slightly awkward smile on your lips. He stopped mid-motion, looking down at you, and raised a single, amused eyebrow. “Can I help you?”
“Can I hold it?” you blurted out.
Yunho didn’t even blink. He didn’t stutter, he didn’t turn red, and he certainly didn’t look terrified. Instead, he just leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he looked down at you with amusement. “Sure,” he said smoothly, stepping back and gesturing into the bathroom like a host inviting you into a five-star lounge. “Come on in. Be my guest.”
Your jaw dropped slightly. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah, why not?” Yunho leaned down a bit closer. “But if you’re going to hold it, you gotta aim it too. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”
“Yunho, oh my god, no—” You started to back away, your face suddenly burning hot.
“Hey, where are you going?” he laughed, reaching out to wrap a hand around your wrist, tugging you back with a giant smile. “You’re the one who asked! Don’t back out now, let’s go!”
You didn’t pull away. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders, looked him dead in the eye, and stepped into the bathroom. After all, you were his girlfriend. You didn’t bluff. And you also were pretty competitive. It was time to get down to business. Yunho followed you in, completely amused and slightly bewildered by your determination.
You took your position, hands ready, aiming carefully before the stream even started. Yunho looked down at your hands, then up at your hyper-focused face, and let out a quiet laugh. “You’re going to miss the bowl.”
You frowned, adjusting your grip slightly, and looked up at him. “How do you know that?”
Yunho burst out laughing, “Because I’ve been doing this for a very long time, baby. Trust the expert. A little more to the left.”
You adjusted according to his professional feedback. “Don’t doubt my skills.”
“Oh, I’d never doubt you, I just don’t wanna pee on the wall. Just don’t let go.”
#Yeosang
Yeosang was completely locked in, utterly obsessed with whatever mobile game he was playing, while you lay beside him on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through social media. Suddenly, he stood up without a word, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Are you... going to the bathroom?” you asked, immediately jumping off the couch and following his footsteps down the hall.
Yeosang paused, turning around to look at you with a slightly confused gaze. “Yeah. Why? Do you need to go first?”
You stopped right in front of him, looking up with a completely straight face. “No. But... can I hold it?”
Yeosang stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked twice, his large eyes seemed to process the words in slow motion. Then, a faint pink tint started at the tips of his ears. “You... want to...” he murmured, his voice turning into a squeak. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, but his eyes darted frantically to the floor, completely weirded out but trying hard to understand your logic. He fiddled nervously with the hem of his shirt, shifting his weight awkwardly from foot to foot. “I mean... I guess... if you really want to... it’s okay?” He rubbed the back of his neck, incredibly stressed-out smile forcing its way onto his face.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at how genuinely conflicted and sweet he was being. “Are you sure?” you teased, taking a step closer.
Yeosang immediately took a half-step back, his hands coming up in a gentle, defensive gesture. “I—I mean, yes, but also... why? Is this a new internet trend? Did Wooyoung put you up to this?”
“I’m just curious...” you said, tilting your head and looking up at him with total sincerity. “About... you know, how you do it.”
Yeosang’s hands dropped to his sides as his jaw went slack. “How I do it?” he covered his face with both hands, fingers pressing against his eyes as a muffled groan escaped his lips. “There is no secret technique! You just... you stand there!”
“I promise I won’t tell Wooyoung,” you laughed, crossing your arms.
“That doesn’t make me feel better!” he let out a dramatic sigh, shoulders slumping in total defeat as he looked at you looking at him with big eyes and a pout.
“Please?”
“Fine,” he muttered, stepping aside to let you into the bathroom first. “Just... if you’re really going to do it... please don’t squeeze it, okay?” You snorted, a laugh slipping out before you could stop it. “I’m serious!” Yeosang’s head snapped back to look at you, eyes full of panic. “Don’t laugh! It’s a delicate situation! I am putting my full trust in you right now, so just... handle with care, please.”
note: hello! i know you might be wondering and yes this is a repost because i accidently posted this one a little early back in april and this is the only time I'm not busy anymore so i posted it again lol
𐙚 summary: you weren’t sure you believed in fated meetings, but when one drunken night you made decisions under the influence of your best friend, the so-called red string found its way to you, binding you to whatever it was meant to bring you. you hoped for some fluffy cats and dogs, but love wasn’t that bad too, right?
𐙚 pairing: vet student! gn! reader x cat cafe owner! wooyoung
𐙚 wc: 4.5k
𐙚 warnings/tags: there could be mistakes (i'm sorry), swearing, is this angst? more like internal turmoil, overthinking and insecurities, reader is avoidant final boss, lots of rain and thunders and a storm, rain gets mentioned A LOT, confessions, idiots in love, attempt at humour, it gets sappy, k i s s i n g
It had been exactly 11 hours since everything around you started falling apart, a storm swiping you off your feet, dragging you far away from the blissful paradise you had created for yourself.
The signs had probably been the size of a billboard, flashing in your peripheral vision as you drove down the highway, not even considering for a second to stop and think. However, the turn of events hadn’t been this merciful to you this time, and it made you believe that, after all, maybe nothing was truly meant to be.
The aggravating sound of your alarm blared from your phone at exactly 6:45 am, promoting you to rethink every life decision that had led you to this point as you struggled through your usual morning routine, consisting of making yourself presentable enough in the quickest way possible before stumbling over your doorstep. Unknowingly, you had fallen right into the trap of the first disaster of your day, which was served to you on a silver platter in the form of locking yourself out of your home, realising a heartbeat too late that your keys were left dangling from the keyhole on the other side of the door.
Three calls, twenty texts, and ten doorbell rings were all it took to wake Mingi up, so he could sleepily hand you the spare key you kept at his place, which naturally led to you missing your bus (disaster two), which made you late for work (disaster three), and which led you to complaining to Yunho about all your life’s misfortunes throughout your whole shift. Maybe the situation had been a little more exaggerated than needed and it earned you an eyeroll or two from him, yet, it was a free trial for what was looming over your head, the doom about to wash over you like a tidal wave.
Disaster four struck thirty minutes before closing time. Your last patient for the day had been a well-behaved (based on first impression) husky that playfully started biting your hand with a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes, while you were talking to her owner and writing down the important details after your checkup.
Once you bid your farewells, you leaned on your wooden desk and closed your eyes, taking in the quietness around you. If you tried really hard, you could hear Yunho’s muffled voice in the hallway, going off about the lead vet, how he made him close the clinic with you when neither of you had done it before, and how everything would probably go wrong to which another of your coworkers laughed. Chuckling to yourself, you got down to sorting the paperwork for the day, stacking the report cards neatly in a pile and locking it in one of the desk’s drawers.
Minutes later, there were no laughing matters left.
It had been great, really, going suspiciously smoothly with you wiping the waiting room’s floor with a wet rag and then disinfecting the desk and couch with some suspicious spray bottle one of the senior vets had given you earlier, while Yunho took care of the examination rooms. Quiet music from a random playlist echoed from the computer’s speakers, and you sang along, the melody calming and familiar. Your little moment of peacefullness, however, came to a halt when Yunho’s groan broke the silence and you rushed to the bathroom down the corridor, where he had squatted down facing the door, fingers buried in his hair.
“Are you okay?” Your question sounded inappropriate to you the second you said it out loud, given the position he was in and the pained expression forming on his face.
“We don’t have the key.”
“What key?”
“The key,” he put emphasis on each word as if trying to comprehend what was happening and make sense out of it. In a heartbeat, he was up on his feet, scrambling frantically around the pockets of his pants. “We don’t have the closing key.”
While imagining the earth beneath your feet cracking open and swallowing both of you in its depths, you forced a smile, “You probably misplaced it. Did you check the lead vet’s room?"
“It’s not there. I even checked the bathroom stalls and the trash bags. We do not have it,” Yunho’s voice was raspy, his words coming out at the speed of light as he continued his search under the sink to your right. The usually faint luminance of the lamp, hanging from the ceiling, was hurting your eyes, and the blue and white tiles of the bathroom walls suddenly started suffocating you as the gravity of the situation hit you. The comfort of your couch and the warmth of your soft blanket were nothing but a distant oasis in this desert you were tasked with walking through, a sandstorm raging around you.
Checking your watch, you winced at the display of the ungodly hour that had struck - 8:30 pm - way past the usual closing time and way past the arrival time of the bus you took home. If you called the lead vet, it would take him at least an hour to get to you and save you from your misery, given you were lucky enough he was home and given he had The Key in his possession.
“Someone should have a spare key, right? It can’t be that bad,” Yunho spoke again as you reminisced of the days you didn’t have such responsibilities on your hands. Fishing out his phone from his t-shirt’s pocket, he hurriedly typed in something with a frown. “I’ll say a dog probably ate it.”
“Yunho, that’s even worse. Just say we don’t have it, without the details. Which are what exactly?”
“Well,” he trailed off, switching his focus from his screen to your face, with an awkward smile. “I’m not sure. One second I had it and the next it was gone - I swear I kept it in my pocket the whole time. It has a keychain and all that, I can’t have just lost it.”
“Given how you are, you probably flushed it down the toilet,’ you replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest and watched Yunho’s face lit up at your sarcastic comment.
“That makes perfect sense.”
“No, it doesn’t. Just text the boss. You’re doing the talking.”
Yunho’s complaints bombarded your ears as you tiredly finished tidying up and making sure at least one thing had been done right tonight. A little voice in your head was reminding you that tomorrow was your long-awaited day off, when you could do nothing and everything at the same time. Unless you got fired on the spot the moment the lead vet came through the entrance. Then your day off would be extended indefinitely.
An hour later, you had already ushered your most sincere apologies and promises you both would do better, the lead vet listening to your ramblings with a tired glint in his eyes and a deep frown between his eyebrows.
“It went better than expected,” Yunho exclaimed as you two walked down the street to the bus stop, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The roads were mostly empty, with only a couple of cars rolling past you and the streetlight’s soft glow keeping you company. “What’s funny? At least we didn’t get fired.”
“I’m never closing with you again.”
“Come on,” he whined, clinging to your arm, and you tried shoving him with your elbow with an eyeroll. “You love me.”
“You wish.”
“Speaking of which,” before you could interrupt him, he had got even closer to you, his face almost pressing into your right cheek. The sidewalk was still wet from the rain from hours earlier, and you almost stepped into a puddle because of his constant pestering. “How are things with Wooyoung?”
"I’m not talking about him with you,” you scoffed, and this much was true. The two of them, as Wooyoung himself had told you, had been friends since high school, so even though you really liked Yunho, you definitely didn’t intend to discuss your love problems with someone who probably knew him better than you did. “It’s a-”
“It’s a conflict of interest. I know, I know,” he cut you off with a poor imitation of your voice and mannerisms, which earned him a punch on the shoulder from you, finally breaking free from his grasp. “Problems in heaven? You aren’t coming to the cafe much lately.”
“I’ve been busy.” The sting following your lie nested deep inside your chest as you forced a smile once again today. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go - in the months you had started being a regular there, meeting all the sweet people working there and getting used to the warm and cozy atmosphere with the little fluff balls, the Black Cat Café had become one of your favourite places. Being there, right in the middle of the happy chaos, had become your second nature with you permanently blending with it. And then there was him.
Before your thoughts could trail off in a dangerous direction, you felt your skin dampening as raindrops made their way past the grey clouds, landing on your face. Turning your head to look at Yunho, you both laughed as you sprinted the few remaining meters to the bus stop, hurriedly hiding under its glass roof. The rain fell heavy, rhythmically tapping on it while you sat down on one of the seats. The real time display was showing numbers you preferred to ignore.
“Shit, we missed the last bus,” Yunho sighed, plopping down next to you. His black jeans and leather jacket were soaked and his hair was not in any better state as he took out his phone. “We could call a cab and split.”
“You pay. You’re the reason we’re in this situation,” you said, sticking your tongue out, and he sighed, nodding. As he scrolled through different options to save you from this hell, you looked for your phone in your jacket’s pockets. Too preoccupied with work and the earlier disasters, you hadn’t checked it all, but the second your screen lit up, you wished you had.
Guilt found its way home in your heart as you locked your phone, your gaze drifting to the dark blue sky, looking down at you. As if syncing with the emotional storm raging inside of you, a thunder could be heard in the distance, its flashing light illuminating the clouds. There were layers to this, such that you didn’t want to unravel them just yet.
Wooyoung had been nothing but understanding throughout all those months you’d known him for. When you asked for time and space, he gave them to you. When you sometimes slipped and told him things you maybe shouldn’t have told him yet about your relationship, he pushed, but then pulled away, as if scared you’d run away from him. When you were upset, he came to brighten up your day. When you were happy, he was there to share it with you.
Everything was so sickeningly in order with him that you wondered if there was a catch you hadn’t noticed yet or if this whole situation was going to blow up in your face one day, just as it was happening right now. Maybe tonight was the night when he’d tell you it was over, even if it never began, leaving you confused and oddly understanding in the rain.
You had tried, really. You had rehearsed it in your room and even told Mingi all about it some time ago, and even when he made fun of you for it, you still sucked it up. However, every time you met Wooyoung, the words stayed stuck in a tight knot in your throat. Until it became easier to avoid both them and him.
Even now, as you watched his car come to a stop in front of you, as you sat in the backseat, offering him a small smile when he turned back to look at you, puzzled, as Yunho started filling the space with his idle chatter, guilt still had its claws buried deep in you. It was wrong to do this to him, and you realised it. It was wrong to push him away and shield your vulnerability just because the thought of bearing your raw, unfiltered feelings in front of him and letting them float to the surface sent a chill down your spine, the more time passed.
You didn’t want to turn down every offer for a date. You didn’t want your world to be one where he wasn’t present in every corner of it. You didn’t want to walk home every single time after seeing him and regretting you hadn’t taken the one step needed to define everything once and for all, and it hurt that he wasn’t doing it either.
You wanted to tell him how much you felt and how unbearable it was sometimes just because it was too overwhelming, too real. You just wanted him.
Maybe it was a little dramatic, you realised, when Yunho bid his farewell, and you went to sit in the front seat after getting a pointned look from Wooyoung. Maybe it shouldn’t be this hard after all, you thought, as you let the city and the rain roll past you like a movie tape.
The music Wooyoung had put on, and his soft humming, were slowly lulling you to sleep as the day’s events weighed on your shoulders. You didn’t have to figure out your entire life right now. Tomorrow was there for a reason.
“You’re avoiding me,” Wooyoung finally broke the silence as you opened your eyes slowly. Today was there for a reason, too, apparently. Turning to look at him, you noticed just how messy he appeared to be too. His long hair was disheveled as if he had run his fingers through it hundreds of times and had begun to curl up around the ends, damp from the rain. He wore only a black tank top, his jacket discarded, who knows where, and you frowned, concern hanging at the tip of your tongue. Just then, his eyes tiredly met yours, and you smiled instead.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“We’re too grown up for lies like that.”
“Shouldn’t you be looking at the road?”
“We arrived at your place.” Raising an eyebrow, he kept looking at you as if trying to decipher the most difficult puzzle he had ever seen, and you turned away to scan your surroundings. Did you doze off? You could swear Yunho lived much further than you. And when had he even turned off the car’s engine? “I’m being serious. I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.”
“I’m not avoiding you,” you repeated, forcing yourself to look at him, as shameful as it felt to lie in his face. “I’ve been busy and it was hard to meet. You’ve been busy too. You’re always at the cafe until late.”
“That much is true, but still,” he trailed off, his hand reaching for yours, currently sitting in your lap. His warmth embraced your coldness as he ran his callused fingers over yours, while holding you so gently as if you were made of glass that could shatter under the slightest pressure. “If there is something you want to tell me, you know I’d listen, right? I’ll always hear you out.”
Choking up once again, you tried swallowing your pride and telling him all that has been on your mind, all those insecurities and fears you guarded so much, yet the barrier stayed there, strong and persistent even under the current of your will. “I know that. And if you want to do the same, I’d listen too.”
“Yeah, I know,” his voice was nothing but a whisper as he brought your linked hands to his lips and placed a warm kiss on top of your knuckles. His eyes never left yours, and you wondered what yours gave away. Could he see exactly how much you yearned for this and him? How much you loved him?
A heartbeat later, the moment was over as he glanced at the silver watch, clasped around his wrist. “It’s getting late. We can talk in the morning. I can see you’re tired.”
“You didn’t have to drive all the way to the clinic, Woo. You’re even more exhausted.”
“I wanted to,” he simply answered with a smile. “A thank you would suffice.”
Playfully rolling your eyes at him, you leaned in, nervousness long forgotten, and placed your free hand on his cheek, kissing it. You could subtly feel his stubble under your palm, tickling it, and you caressed his face gently with your thumb. Pulling away, surprise flickered in his eyes, and you moved your hand to smooth out the frown between his eyebrows. “Thank you for coming, and goodnight, Woo.”
“You can’t goodnight me after doing all that,” he huffed, and you laughed at the pout forming on his lips.
“You were the one who wanted me to go first.”
“You know I didn’t mean it like that. But your clothes are wet, I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Alright, mom. Your heating was on, it’s impossible to get sick, but you’re walking around with just a tank top in this weather. If someone’s getting sick, it’s you.” Even during your mindless rambling, Wooyoung kept smiling lazily at you with that sly smirk he always had, his thumb still caressing your knuckles.
“Then you can just nurse me back to health.”
“Nurse yourself. I’m out,” you announced, and he let out a chuckle, finally letting go of your hand. “And text me when you’re home. And change into more appropriate clothes.”
“Oh, yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and you punched his biceps, which earned you another deep laugh that turned your legs into jelly as you opened the door, the cool rain touching your skin. “I’ll stay until you turn on your living room lights.”
You nodded and, without looking back, you stepped out of the car, the door closing behind you with a thud. That was it, you thought, as you forced your legs to start moving and actually take you to the comfort of your apartment. It was only a few meters away, but the rain still fell heavily, drenching your hair and jacket, even when you tried shielding yourself with your bag.
The rain would wash away every moment that passed in the car, making it nothing more than a distant memory. There wasn’t going to be a follow-up, not tonight, and probably not tomorrow. Maybe there really had been that unlikely hesitance you read in his eyes, or maybe that was a figment of your imagination and your brain playing tricks on you. Would he have said something more, had you stayed?
The what-ifs and what-nots plagued your being as you entered the building and slowly started going up the stairs. Wooyoung was going to stay, you thought. When you opened your apartment door and turned on the lights, when you approached the big windows in the living room, you were going to spot him still there under the raindrops. He was going to flash his headlights, saying his goodbyes, and drive off in the darkness, leaving you staring at the spot he had occupied seconds ago. You were going to strip off your clothes and take a long, hot shower, while overthinking every little detail of today and regretting every word that didn’t slip past your lips. Then, dressed in your pyjamas, feeling warm and frustrated, you were going to see a couple of sweet texts from Wooyoung that would make you feel even more awful.
He didn’t deserve it, and more importantly, you didn’t deserve it. You had the right to be happy with him. You could end this vicious circle you were both trapped in once and for all. It wasn’t going to go according to your plan, it probably would be messy, and you’d definitely fumble your words, but it was going to be something so very you, so plain and simple, but you.
As you skipped down the stairs back to the building’s front door, there was not a single cell in your body that was hesitant. You weren’t going to let this be another wasted moment, another regretful memory, and another night coming to an end way too soon with way too many things left unsaid. Breathing heavily, you stepped out in the storm once again and almost collided with Wooyoung.
“Why are you outside,” you shouted, hoping the sound of thunders and rainfall didn’t drown your words. Wooyoung’s hair was now completely soaked with dropplets sliding down the bridge of his nose to his lips and chin. You forced your eyes to look away as you looked up to meet his gaze. There was concern and fear in it, but also something else that you didn’t want to entertain right now and that made your stomach tighten uncomfortably.
It’s a good thing, then why does it feel so weird?, you thought as you shook your head, having already made up your mind.
“You didn’t turn on the lights, so I thought-”
Wooyoung’s lips were soft.
It was nothing more than a peck, innocent and short-lived, but carrying all of your courage and determination as you gripped the front of his tank top as if your whole life depended on it. It conveyed both nothing and everything at the same time, making you feel lightheaded as your cold force was met with his warm steadiness that became your only anchor in this raging sea of emotions.
One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, while the other cupped your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline, and he deepened the kiss, both of you melting into each other. Where you began, and he ended, where was your soul and where was his, was something you couldn’t fully grasp as you two became one, the sounds of the world around you suddenly quieting down, and time coming to a pause.
Moments later, the kiss became more desperate, needier as you parted your lips for him, and a groan, vibrating between you, leaving his. Your hands slowly traveled from his chest to the back of his neck, your fingers gently pulling at his locks as he pressed your bodies together, closer than you’d ever been before. It was new, and it was raw and messy, and millions of thoughts were rushing through your mind, but Wooyoung was there and was real; he wasn’t just a part of your fantasy, even if he acted scarily similar to what you had imagined before. Not that you’d ever tell him that.
Your heartbeat was drumming in your chest, and you were sure he could feel it too, even when he pulled away seconds later, leaving you both breathless. For a while, neither of you spoke, as if afraid not to break this spell you were under, as if this moment couldn’t last forever, and breaking the silence would mean it was the end of it. His features, both sharp and soft, his dark gaze burning with so much passion and yet something gentler too, that it set you on fire, were all you could see and focus on.
The storm had almost come to an end, you realised, once the dizziness started lifting off your head, but both you and Wooyoung were soaked. An involuntary chuckle slipped past your lips, but then a heartbeat later, you froze as Wooyoung frowned. “It was that bad?”
His deep laugh blended with yours as you smacked his chest, both of you soaking up the moment. The affection he looked at you with made your heart swell up, and your chest tighten up, leaving you wondering if you shouldn’t be seeking medical help for a deadly case of the Wooyoung effect, instead of staying with him here any longer.
“It’s ridiculous how long this took us,” you said, and he moved his hands, resting on your hips, to the sides of your face, wiping some of the raindrops trailing down.
“Better late than never. But you really surprised me here.”
“I…,” you started, but this time the words flowed effortlessly, no fear looming over them, and you found yourself feeling lighter. “I want to tell you something, and it has to happen now.”
After an encouraging nod from Wooyoung, you took a deep breath and continued with a shaky voice, “I know it was sudden, and you probably didn’t expect things to go that way. I didn’t either. It’s embarrassing, but I had imagined this moment so many times and always wanted it to be perfect. However, no matter how long I waited, there was never a perfect moment. I could never just tell you everything I wanted you to know. Until it became unbearable.”
“I avoided you, yeah, because it was all so overwhelming that I didn’t know what else to do. It was stupid and childish, but it led us here, so maybe it’s not that bad at the end of the day. All I’m trying to say is that you’re important to me, Woo, and I can’t spend another day, wondering if things between us would reach their climax or falter. I want you in my life. Every passing second.”
“Can I say something now too,” Wooyoung whispered, his hands sliding down to wrap around yours, his eyes full of overwhelm, never leaving yours. “I love you.”
If he wasn’t holding you so firmly, you were sure you were going to melt into a puddle right there and then. The gravity of his words circled around you, making you feel lightheaded. “I love you so much that there isn’t a moment where I’m not thinking about it. Even if it had taken us years to reach this point, I would have never given up on what we have. I’m not really good with words, but…”
“Being with you makes me excited for the future and all the things we haven’t experienced together yet, and I want to know every part of you, even if you’re embarrassed, even if you don’t like it, I want to see all sides of you and love you even more.”
“I love you.”
Your whisper was swallowed as he closed the distance between you once again and pressed his lips against yours in a loving kiss. In this moment, nothing else mattered. The echo of all those disasters of the day became nothing more than white noise in your brain, and all your worries were left behind as you took in the moment, savouring everything Wooyoung was willing to give you, and you offering every part of your soul to him.
It didn’t matter if the world around you was engulfed in cold and darkness when there was warmth and sun, blooming deep inside of you.
𐙚 note | here we are after 10 billion years...it feels very weird knowing i won't have to write about the final bosses of situationships anymore, but it was eventually going to happen 💔 i hope you enjoyed this chapter, i really tried my best to make it both angsty but also heartwarming so i'd love to hear what you thought about it!!! as you know, my inbox is always open so feel free to send me something in there or leave a comment <3
also, super random but i listened to ghibli soundtracks while writing this and felt extra whimsical, thought i'd share with the class.
in which: you have a dream about your best friend that shines him in a new light.
pair: jongho/afab!reader
word count: 7.3k
content: college au, sex, protected sex, completely consensual
rating: R — nsfw | mdni
“Listen, all I can really say is that if she wanted to do well on the project, she would’ve pulled her weight,” Jongho grumbled.
You and Jongho were getting lunch in between classes. The two of you usually talked about classes during your break, and that day, you decided to bring up the last group project that you worked on. Jongho had to carry his team while you ended up having a blast with your own, making him all the more salty.
“Yeah, but that’s no reason to make her cry,” you pointed out.
“It’s her fault for not doing the work.”
“Jongho, she was your girlfriend. You didn’t have to be so mean.”
“Was, thank God,” Jongho let out a sigh of relief. “Honestly this whole dating thing is such bullshit— I just want to get my degree and get out of here.”
“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes.
“Shut up,” Jongho retorted while throwing a fry at your face. “It’s your fault I was dating her in the first place.”
“I said go on one date with her. No one told you to ask her to be your girlfriend.”
“Yeah, well… Shut up.”
You shrugged, a smug smile appearing on your face as you realized that you won that argument. Jongho took a bite of his burger, annoyance written all over his face as you rubbed your smug smile. Jongho chose to fully ignore you at that point, making you turn to your phone to see that you were going to be late for your next class if you didn’t haul your ass out of there.
“Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?” you asked him.
“Yeah. See ya,” Jongho responded with a nod and a light wave.
There was a Tuesday night tradition you, Jongho, and a couple other friends from school had— Trivia Night. One of your other friends worked at the bar that hosted the trivia, which is how you came to know of it in the first place.
That being said, even though you went for trivia, you guys never actually played. It was more of an excuse to go drinking in the middle of the week than anything, which meant every Tuesday, you and your friends were drinking way too much and screwing yourselves over for classes the next day.
“Hey, Joong!” you said, your words staring to slur together. “Let’s do a shot together.”
“Yeah! All of us!” your friend, Mingi, added as he hugged you from behind.
“Fine, last round, and then I’m sending you home,” Hongjoong replied while rolling his eyes, a playful smile on his face.
“Good idea. Y/N’s been getting a little handsy with me,” another friend, Yunho, said as he brushed your straying hand off his thigh— you couldn’t help it; you were an affectionate drunk.
The five of you clinked glasses and took your shots, Yunho and Jongho doing it with ease while you and Mingi made faces as the liquor burned your throats.
“Hey, so did you guys look into your classes for next semester?” Jongho asked.
“Not yet,” Yunho shook his head. “I’m guessing you have?”
“Yeah. We have to take the senior colloquium, so why don’t we all try for the same time and recitation? Keep us sane in our last semester of college.”
“Alright, that sounds good,” you giggled and hugged Jongho. “It’ll be fun to have a final class together.”
Mingi settled for nodding while also giggling. Jongho wanted to talk about the matter further, but you and Mingi were just far too gone to have a proper conversation at that point, so he just settled for talking to the group about it when you all were sober.
You were still clinging to Jongho as he sat quietly and thought about classes while sipping his beer, your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he was lost deep in thought, and your drunk self thought it was the perfect time to nuzzle your nose in his neck.
“What? Why?” you complained as Jongho got out of your embrace and grabbed your arm to put over his shoulder.
“Because you’re done.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because I know. Let’s go home before you yak on the bar again,” Jongho shut you down and started dragging you out of the bar. “Yunho, let me know how much we owe you after you close the tab.”
“Will do!” Yunho responded cheerfully as he watched Jongho drag you away.
“Bye Yuyu, Mango, Joong!” you managed to say before leaving the establishment.
The walk home was atrocious for Jongho. You refused to walk in a straight line and kept trying to pull him towards any bar that you passed, and at some point, Jongho had enough and made you get on his back so he could piggyback you back to your apartment. His patience was wearing thinner as you started playing with his hair and tickling his neck, but you were his best friend, and you were drunk out of your fucking mind, so he was going to be there for you.
By the time Jongho got you home, you were practically falling asleep on his back— he had a very comfy back, not going to lie. He put you down right in front of your door, but instead of reaching for your keys, you slumped onto him, his chest catching you before you went tumbling down.
And then, you blacked out.
You woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover and absolutely no memory of how you got back from the bar in the first place— you remembered Jongho walking you home, but how you ended up in your bed was a complete mystery to you. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, that you did something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was, nor did you have the time to ponder it because you had to get your ass out of bed and onto campus.
Your first class was absolute torture, your headache intensifying as the lecture went on and on, and by the time the class was over, you were ready to fall over. You trudged out of the classroom to see your friends waiting for you— they usually waited for you after your Wednesday morning class so that all four of you could grab lunch— Yunho immediately pulling you in for a hug.
“You look like shit,” he commented while hugging you.
“Wow, really? I had no idea,” you responded with heavy sarcasm.
“What the fuck happened to you last night for you to look like this?” Mingi asked.
“I have no fucking clue,” you groaned. “All I remember is leaving the bar…”
But, your statement was drowned out by Mingi as he dramatically grabbed his chest and gasped, “Did you and Jongho go and drink more without us?!”
“Yeah, no. Y/N was too wasted for that,” Jongho shook his head. “I took her home directly.”
“I guess the hangover is only hitting so hard because I’m not as young as I used to be,” you sighed loudly.
“…We’re all in our early twenties. Shut up,” Yunho said while rolling his eyes.
“I dunno man, Jongho acts like an old man a lot,” Mingi said with a slight giggle. “I think he’s in his eighties.”
As the three boys bickered, your mind lingered on Jongho’s words. He took you home directly, and you remembered that, but… How the hell did you get into your apartment? And why was the weird feeling still lingering?
“Hey,” you pulled Jongho out of the argument and to the side, the two tall men still walking without realizing you and Jongho were no longer walking with them. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Jongho agreed, the two of you moving to the side of the hallway.
“Did… Did something happen last night?” you asked. “Because I have this nagging feeling that I did something, but I… I don’t know what.”
“Don’t worry about it, and just sleep it off,” Jongho replied. “Look, I gotta get to class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Right, yeah, okay…” you trailed off as Jongho left you standing there more confused than ever.
Because what did he mean by “don’t worry about it”? What the fuck did you do last night?
You decided to take matters into your own hands. After you were done with classes for the day, you went straight to the bar because, Goddammit, you needed answers or at least some clarity.
“Joong!” you called loudly the second you got into the bar. “I have a question for you!”
You plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools and looked at the bartender, a determined glint in your eye, but a heavy sigh on your lips.
“Geez, you look like shit,” Hongjoong commented on your appearance the second he stood in front of you.
“That seems to be the general consensus today… Ugh, anyway. Did I do something wrong last night?”
“What?” Hongjoong’s face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Like… Okay, I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have done last night,” you explained. “And I’m trying to figure it out.”
“You were fine here— well, you were shit-faced, and Jongho took you home, and that’s about it,” the bartender recollected. “You didn’t do anything outta pocket.”
“Okay… I still feel like… I’m missing something,” you grumbled to yourself, but the man could still hear you.
“Why don’t you ask Jongho since he walked you home last night?”
“See, I tried doing that, but he told me “don’t worry about it”,” you said, exasperated, while using air quotes. “What the fuck does that mean— What should I not worry about?!”
“I don’t know!” Hongjoong held his arms up as if you were holding him at gunpoint and demanding answers. “The only thing I can say is ask him again, or maybe sleep on it, and it’ll come to you.”
“So helpful,” you couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “Fine, I’ll sleep on it. Thanks for the help, Joong.”
You got off the stool and were about to head for the exit when the bartender asked, “So you’re not going to get a drink?”
“Are you fucking kidding— No! Bye, Joong!”
“Hey, Jongho?”
The two of you were sitting on your couch— Jongho came over after he finished his classes for the day.
“What’s up?”
“Are you sure I didn’t do anything that night?” you asked him, your voice slightly wavering.
“I told you not to worry about it,” he responded with a sigh.
“No, but I’m going to worry about it because I want to know!” you exclaimed. “You being all vague and shit about it just makes me more concerned, and I just need you to tell me for my own sanity.”
Jongho let out yet another sigh. He looked straight at you, his eyes meeting yours. You never realized how pretty his eyes were until you made proper eye contact, and the bigger his eyes got, the prettier they became. Then, you realized that his eyes were not getting bigger, but he was moving closer to you. You leaned backwards, your back hitting the arm rest as he pinned you against it, his light exhale flitting past your cheek.
“You really want to know?” he asked, his voice lower and softer than usual.
“I… I do. I do want to know.”
Shocks ran through your body when he caressed your face lightly, his dainty fingertips rubbing lightly against your ear. He leaned in closer to you, making you squeeze your eyes shut since you assumed that he was going to kiss you. Instead, he whispered in your ear, “You told me you loved me.”
He leaned away, allowing you to look at him with complete and utter shock. You tried to brush off the tension building in the room and between your legs as you responded as light-heartedly as you could, “But I always tell you that I love you.”
“Yes, but…” Jongho placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it upwards, his voice dropping even lower. “Last night, you told me that you meant it, that you were in love with me.”
Your jaw dropped. Your eyes darted back and forth, and your heart rate picked up as you tried to make sense of the situation— his words, his actions, and your body’s reactions.
“I— I did?” you whispered.
“Yes, and then,” Jongho’s voice also hushed to a whisper as he leaned close to you once more, his hand going further along your thigh, nearing your crotch. “You kissed me.”
“I… I— I,” you stammered, not a single coherent thought left in your brain.
Your brain only got emptier when you felt his soft lips against yours, your body immediately melting into his comfortable touch. You reciprocated his kiss, your hands unconsciously moving from his shoulders to his neck, bringing you closer to him. Your body lurched towards his when you felt his hand move around to your ass, the man firmly cupping it while his other hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curve of your waist, a soft moan playing on your lips.
“Just admit it,” he said softly with his lips still pressed against yours. “You love me, and I love you, too.”
His teeth got a hold of your lower lip and tugged it upwards as his hand started kneading your breast, making you gasp. Then, his patience started wearing thin. He lifted your shirt and moved your bra up to reveal your breasts, his mouth immediately going right for your nipple, and as he sucked, his hands pulled your pants down to reveal your soaking cunt. You were moaning loudly at that point, Jongho’s name barely rolling off your tongue.
When Jongho slipped his slender fingers into you, your entire body reacted. Your back arched, your toes curled, and your hands ran through his hair and gripped it tightly, his fingers pleasuring you greatly. He kept curling them inside you, searching for your G-spot, and once he found it, you cried loudly and sat up in bed.
In bed?
You looked around. Jongho was nowhere to be found, and you were in bed, awake. What the fuck… was that? You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and shifted in bed, only to feel something wet between your legs. You lifted your duvet to see that you were sitting on clean sheets, but soaking up your panties was your arousal.
Did you seriously just have a sex dream about your best friend?
You were mortified with yourself. For the rest of that week, you avoided Jongho like the plague because every single time you saw him, guilt pricked at your skin, brain, and heart. How could you dream of your best friend like that and then see him in the same way ever again? How were you supposed to act normal around him?
And so, you avoided the shit out of him. Seriously. You made sure to use the other exit from your classroom so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the group walking with you, and you ditched all of your regular spots because, fuck, you had no idea how you were going to be normal around him when you couldn’t even be normal with yourself before sleeping.
Because, truth is, that dream did something to you. Any time Jongho popped into your mind, your cunt would clench, and your body would rush with heat; and if you thought about him at night, you desperately had to do something about it. So, basically, every night, you were touching yourself while thinking about your friend— your best friend. What the fuck was wrong with you?
You were forced to meet with the group on Tuesday— Yunho left you a very long, very angry, very drunk voicemail telling you that if you didn’t show up on Tuesday, he was going to murder you. You doubted him, but when you heard Jongho and Mingi try to hold him back in the voicemail, you decided it wasn’t worth risking it.
You and Mingi were the first ones there, the two of you sitting in awkward silence as Hongjoong served you your drinks.
“Okay, um, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mingi asked after taking a solid sip of his beer.
“W-What do you mean?”
“You’ve been avoiding us all fucking week! Did we do something wrong, or like, do you hate us or—”
“Oh my God, Mingi, no,” you immediately assured the guy. “I wasn’t trying to avoid all of you! Just…”
“Just what?”
“I was avoiding Jongho…”
“What the fuck? Why?” Mingi’s tone went from accusatory to worried and sympathetic, making you relax a little bit.
“Okay, so, uh… The other night… I… I may or may not have had a sex dream about Jongho… And when I woke up, I just… I got super turned on.”
“Wait, was it a wet dream?”
“I don’t know… Can girls even have wet dreams?”
“Well… Sounds like a wet dream to me,” Mingi answered after pondering the idea for a little.
“Great. Either way, I can’t even look at him the same way anymore. Fucking kill me,” you groaned as you laid your head on the bar top.
“Wait, so why’d you even dream about it?”
“I don’t know, man! I’ve been friends with the guy for fucking years, and this is the first time I’ve ever dreamt about him like that— and what’s worse is that he was so fucking good in my dream! Ugh, I wanna die!”
Mingi, who found the whole ideal hysterical, was laughing his ass off as he watched you get more and more mortified by the second.
“Did you ever figure out what happened that night, Y/N?” Hongjoong entered the conversation, making Mingi’s laughter die down a little.
“No,” you sulked. “I never got the chance to ask him again… I asked him in that dream, though.”
That made Mingi laugh all over again. He was clutching his stomach and laughing until he started crying, and he continued to laugh his ass off even when Yunho arrived. Well, he was still laughing, but he was able to wheeze to Yunho, “Dude, listen to this—”
“Mango, shut the fuck up!” you kicked Mingi in the shin, although that did nothing to the guy.
“Y/N had a random sex dream about Jongho!” Mingi barely said before laughing all over again.
“Really?” Yunho asked— he didn’t seem surprised, though.
“Yeah,” you said sadly.
“Well, I guess it makes sense that you’d have a sex dream about him considering what you did,” Yunho pondered out loud.
Mingi stopped laughing, and you, Hongjoong, and Mingi all stared at the tall man, Hongjoong asking, “What the fuck did she do?”
“She kissed him.”
The three of you stared at Yunho with wide eyes and dropped jaws.
“What?!”
“Yeah, Jongho told me about it.”
Your brain, at that point, was erroring out as it tried to recollect the events of that night while Mingi, on the other hand, was so insulted.
“You knew about this and didn’t tell me?!” he asked, feigning injury.
“I thought he told you! What do you want me to do about it?”
“Just check in with me next time! We should share everything with each other, Yunho.”
Yunho and Mingi continued to bicker in the background as you finally, finally, remembered what happened that night.
“Y/N, you’re home,” he said quietly while standing you upright. “Where are your keys?”
“In my pocket," you said with a slight giggle— the jeans you had on actually had front pockets, so you usually stashed your keys in there so you wouldn’t have to wear a purse when you had those jeans on.
With a sigh, Jongho carefully dug into your pocket, his fingers lightly grazing your upper thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan; his action was so minimal and unintentional, but it still felt fucking good. God, you were definitely wasted.
Then, a crazy thought entered your drunken brain. You realized that you needed to thank Jongho for getting you home safe. Granted, it was his job as your best friend (not really, but what are friends for?) to make sure you made it home, but you still had to thank him, right? So, right after Jongho unlocked your door and opened it for you, you grabbed him by the collar, and you thanked him by kissing him.
To be honest, it was the world’s most anti-climactic kiss. Your lips just pressed against his, and that was it. When you moved away, you could see that Jongho was in complete shock, his jaw dropped slightly. His eyes were darting back and forth as he tried to decipher what the fuck you just did. His hands, which were previously on your shoulders, dropped to the side, limp.
That’s when you made the situation worse. You pulled him towards you again and kissed him properly. It was a gentle kiss, your lips enveloping his upper lip, your hand moving from his collar to his neck to make the kiss the slightest bit more sensual. And, to your surprise, you felt his hands on your waist. He reciprocated the kiss, bringing his body closer to yours as he kissed you more passionately. You were practically melting in his arms the longer he kissed you, your brain officially erroring out as you lost yourself in him.
When the chain of kisses ended, you found yourself dazed. You truly didn’t know what to say or do, so you just patted his chest and whispered, “I… Uh… Good night, Jongho…”
Jongho seemed unfazed, as if he wasn’t just making out with you seconds prior. He nodded and patted your head while responding, “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”
“Yeah, you too…”
Brain fuzzy, you crashed in your bed, your face still rosy and your lips slightly sore from kissing your best friend. Your best fucking friend.
You buried your face in your hands when you realized what you did, your mind chanting “what the fuck?” over and over again. You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, but there was no way you were going to be consoled so easily.
“Y/N, don’t worry about it. It was a tiny mistake,” Hongjoong said softly. “We all know that you’re not usually like that.”
“I’m sick and tired of people telling me not to worry about it,” you groaned. “And being drunk is not an excuse… I… What do I do?”
The four of you were silent until Yunho said quietly, “I think you should just talk to him.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just talk it through. You guys are best friends, and I don’t like seeing the two of you avoiding each other.”
“Wait,” your head snapped up. “What do you mean each other? I thought I was avoiding him…”
“Why do you think he’s not here right now?” Yunho pointed out.
You gaped. Trivia was about to start soon, and Jongho was nowhere in sight.
“Where is he?”
All you did was kiss the guy, but you felt the guilt weighing on your shoulders not just because of the kiss but because of everything else you did following the kiss. The guy was your best friend for crying out loud. If it was just the kiss, you would’ve apologized immediately, and all would’ve been well, but the dreams just made it so much harder for you to do anything— even knocking on his apartment door was fucking difficult.
You somehow mustered the courage to do it, and after a couple of seconds, Jongho answered the door. He was wearing his standard class outfit: jeans, a hoodie, and a jean jacket; but he looked so fucking hot, so boyfriend material in them, that your heart actually skipped a beat or two.
“Hey,” Jongho spoke first, pulling you out of your head before you could spiral into a dizzy daydream.
“H-Hey, uh… Can I come in?”
Holding the door open, Jongho invited you in. You walked in hesitantly, awkwardly. You’d been in his apartment so many Goddamn times, so you shouldn’t have been so timid, but your anxiety truly got the better of you.
The two of you ended up taking a seat at his tiny dining table, the man sitting across from you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you looked down and tried to spit out something, anything.
“So…” you finally uttered. “I wanted to apologize.”
“For what?” Jongho genuinely sounded confused.
“I got really drunk the other night—”
“Y/N, it’s fine. I told you not to worry about it.”
“No! It’s not fine, Jongho,” you shook your head. “I— I came onto you, which was totally not cool of me, and I’m really sorry for that. I don’t like that you’re uncomfortable around me, which is totally valid considering what I did, but like… You’re my best friend, and it’s so weird that we’re avoiding each other like this…”
“Wait… Huh?”
“What?”
“I didn’t think you remembered, which is why I told you to not worry about it,” Jongho explained.
“I mean, I didn’t at first, but then it came rushing back to me like just now at the bar after Yunho told me what I did, and God, I feel awful for doing that to you,” you rambled.
“Why do you feel awful?”
“Because I kissed you without consent…? Isn’t that why you were avoiding me?”
“That… That wasn’t nonconsensual, Y/N…” Jongho started mumbling as the tips of his ears turned red.
“What… Um, what do you mean, Jongho?” you asked in a small voice.
“I mean…”
Jongho pressed his lips together and looked away, his ears turning redder as he ran his fingers through his hair. The guy was embarrassed as fuck, but he still managed to look so attractive that it made your heart, and your cunt, clench hard. He left his hand on the back of his head as he brought his gaze back to you.
“I kissed you back…”
Your jaw dropped slightly. Stammering, you asked, “S-So… What, uh.. What does that mean?”
“That I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I like you. And I was avoiding you because… Well, I didn’t want you to know that I, uh, had feelings… For you…”
Your face erupted into flames. You looked straight down at your lap, your eyes darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. The two of you were absolutely silent as clouds of embarrassment and slight tension filled the room.
“Wait…” Jongho broke the silence. “So, if you just remembered, then why were you avoiding me?”
“O-Oh… Because…” you forced yourself to get the words out— knowing him, he wouldn’t let you go without a proper explanation, and there was no way you were going to be able to lie to him at that point. Plus, even if you didn’t tell him, Mingi was going to, and it was definitely better that you told him than your dumbass friend.
“Spit it out, Y/N,” Jongho said, his voice breaking you out of your trance.
“Right.. Because I, uh… I had a sex dream about you… And now I can’t… Not see you… In… That… Way…”
And with that, you buried your face in your hands, trying to extinguish the red on your face; you could practically feel steam leaving your ears because of how embarrassed you were.
Jongho, meanwhile, was completely taken aback, but in the best way possible. If you were dreaming about him in that sense, did that mean you liked him back? That the feelings were mutual? That the kiss actually meant something whether you realized it or not?
While you were dying of embarrassment, Jongho hugged you— he thought he was reassuring you, but it only made you more shy and a little turned on feeling the way he hugged you securely to his surprisingly firm yet soft chest (you hugged him all the fucking time, so why you were only noticing it now was a mystery to you). You were so ready to let out a squeal— more like a dying dolphin noise— of embarrassment when you felt him choke down a chuckle and start petting your hair. Goddammit, was he trying to drive you insane?
Luckily, Jongho didn’t push the topic further (yet). The embarrassment slowly died down, and when you felt your heart unclench, you timidly hugged him back, and once you calmed down enough, he let go of you. Then, he fucking made your heart skip a million beats when he brushed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen on him. You had seen him with plenty of girlfriends in the past, but this was the first time you had ever seen him display so much affection— and for you, of all people.
At some point, the two of you migrated to his sofa where you were sipping on water on one end of the long sofa and he was sitting in the arm chair next to the sofa like a fucking king. You had to keep your eyes on your water because if you got even the tiniest glimpse of his thighs and the way he was manspreading, you would fully combust.
“Y/N,” Jongho asked, his voice softer than ever.
“Yes!” you sat up attentively. “I-I mean, yeah…?”
You for sure thought Jongho was going to laugh at your actions, but he didn’t. He looked like everything was normal, but his ears were bright red once again.
“So…” he started. “In this dream… What happened?”
You choked on your water. You knew he was going to ask at some point, but you didn’t think he would actually ask you. You set the cup of water down on the coffee table in front of you and sighed softly before explaining the dream to him.
And as you explained your dream to him, Jongho’s face didn’t change in the slightest. He took all of your words in and just kept nodding, making it a little easier for you to tell him. Finally, after you finished retelling your dream— you only told him the dream that started all because God forbid he ever found out about you touching yourself while thinking about him in your dreams— he nodded and said, “Oh, wow… Hopefully, I live up to the way you dream made me out to be… Well, only if you’re okay with that.”
You blinked and froze, the words slowly starting to sink in. Was he asking for consent? Oh my God, did he want to fuck you?!
Without realizing it, you nodded slowly, your body taking over your mind. Then, you whispered, “I’d… I’d like to experience it for real…” giving him the verbal consent that he wanted.
Jongho held out his hand, willing you to hold it. He tugged your hand to make you get up and stand before him, and before you knew it, you were straddling him, your ass pressing against his knees. He was looking up at you with the softest, sparkliest eyes that you’d ever seen on him, making your heart skip a beat but in a way that was different from the way your wet dream version of him did.
With one hand on your back and the other weaving his fingers through your hair, Jongho led your head to meet his, his lips pressing against yours softly. He kissed you slowly, passionately. You were holding onto his shoulders at first, only for you to move your hand to his face and cup his cheek, the kisses deepening, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you felt your body slowly start to heat up.
His hands moved from your hair and back to your thighs, the palms of his hands rubbing against your clothed thighs so slowly and sensually that electricity zapped through all of your nerves. He let out little gasps and groans in between your kisses, his fingers pressing into your thighs when you tugged upwards on his lower lip.
Jongho was a lot more calculative with his actions in real life than in your dreams. His hands trailed from your thighs to around your butt, only to rest on the small of your back, his fingers teasing you by tugging at the waistband of your pants but not actually moving them down. You whined lightly against his lips, your hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket to get him to stop teasing you and start stripping both you and him down.
What sold him on moving faster was not the threat of your grip, but the way you were rolling your hips into him, the slightest movement making the bulge in his pants grow bigger and tighter; and it certainly did not help when you ran your fingers along his neck, one finger lingering on the little mole on his neck.
His intensity increased immediately. His hands went under your thighs and shifted you so that you were straddling only one of his thighs. He pushed down on your waist so that you were fully sitting on his thigh before running his hands up your shirt, his fingers brushing along the sensitive spots on your back.
The two of you only stopped kissing when you forced him to take off his jacket and when he helped you get out of your shirt, his eyes scanning your body as you tossed the shirt to the side.
“W-What? What is it?” you whispered, suddenly self-conscious and slightly reluctant to take your bra off.
“You’re stunning, Y/N,” he breathed out, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.
The compliment made you all sorts of shy all over again, making you bury your face in the nook of his neck. Jongho used that opportunity to unhook your bra, the straps slipping off your shoulders the second the band released. You ended up slipping the bra off, leaving your entire torso exposed. You felt the blush on your face get more intense when his hands and lips roamed your body, the man’s eyelashes fluttering as he left tiny, soft kisses along your skin.
Your hips resumed rolling, your clothed cunt rubbing along his thigh as his hands cupped and clutched your breasts. His hands kneaded your breasts continuously as he left little pink marks along your collarbone, chest, cleavage; and finally, when his mouth found your nipples, his hands moved back to your ass and held the underside of your ass securely as he sucked and nibbled on your tit.
“Jongho!” you cried as you flung your head back. “I— Angh— I—!”
You couldn’t form a single thought the second he started moving the waistband of your pants down. The only thing you could do was forcibly move his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes, his dark hair covering his sparkling eyes slightly.
“I want you to fuck me already,” you whispered— more like whimpered— while grasping the collar of his shirt.
Wordlessly and effortlessly, Jongho stood up with you in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around him as he carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed gently before starting to slowly remove his own clothes.
It was dark in his room, but thanks to the moonlight and the lights from the city, you were able to see his muscles and toned body reveal themselves as the clothes came off, and when he took off his pants, you saw that his cock, his girthy cock, was impatient and ready to go— you couldn’t even imagine the amount of self-restraint he was using if his cock was that red and angry.
Jongho turned to his nightstand and produced a condom. He tore the packet open and tossed it somewhere before rolling the condom on and getting on the bed next to you.
“C’mere,” he whispered as he laid down.
Soon, you were straddling him once more, your wet cunt hovering above his erect cock. At first, you thought he was going to ask you to ride him, but instead, he pulled your arms down so that you were essentially pinning him down, his lips making contact with yours as your chest pressed against his. His fingers ran through your hair and held the back of your head as he pushed your face closer to his, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.
You were so distracted by his tongue dancing with yours that you didn’t even realize his hands moved to your ass and his cock, lining up your entrance with the tip before pushing you down slowly, the girth of his cock spreading you so wide that you thought you were going to tear.
You cried against his mouth as he filled you up, your ass pressing against his thighs as he remained still inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around his fat cock, making him sharply inhale in between kisses, a little grunt escaping him shortly thereafter.
After a couple of seconds, you were able to relax your pussy just enough to start moving comfortably, your ass slapping his waist lightly as you moved your waist up and down. You moved slowly and gently at first as you moaned against Jongho’s lips, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples getting more sore by the second.
But, you were going a little too slow for the man underneath you. His hands, still on your ass, held onto you tightly as his waist jerked upwards. Your ass slapped against his waist so hard that the sound echoed in the room, and it felt so fucking good that your lips left Jongho’s so you could cry out in pleasure.
Jongho wanted to hear those cries more, so he continued to ram his waist upwards, and as he did so, he moved your ass so that he was continuously rubbing against your G-spot, making your orgasm arrive way sooner than you expected. You moaned loudly and dropped your head into the nook of his neck as you came, your cunt creaming around his dick.
You were panting heavily as Jongho sat up, his cock still deep inside you. Yet, he didn’t move. You remained seated on his lap as he gave you a second to recover and blink the stars out of your eyes as he moved his lips to your neck, peppering small kisses along your soft skin. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers pressing lightly into your waist and back, his nails tickling you ever so slightly. You rested your arms on his shoulders and let out euphoric sighs as he kissed you all over, leaving the occasional pink mark on your skin as he worked his way around the blank canvas of your body.
He started leaning into you the more he kissed you until he had you pinned to the bed. He was hovering above you when your back settled into the mattress, his hands laid flat right above your shoulders. The two of you just stared at each other, your mouths slightly open as you breathed in unison. Jongho’s hair was covering his eyes slightly, but you could still see them sparkle as he gazed into your eyes. His soft touch brushed against your temple as he moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before cupping your face and kissing your lips lightly, a small smile appearing on his face.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, your lips yearning for him to kiss you more deeply, more passionately; and your waist shifted slightly and impatiently as you waited for him to fuck you. The second he locked lips with you again, his hips gyrated into yours, the light slaps of your waist meeting his filling the room.
Jongho’s pace slowly started speeding up, and the intensity of his thrusts increased exponentially as your cunt started taking the shape of his cock. Your insides started heating up to the point where you thought the friction was going to start a fire within you, and every time his waist rammed into yours with a satisfying slap, you let out a gasp mixed with a moan, your head pushing back further into the mattress.
Your legs wrapped around his waist completely, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. Jongho kept gasping your name softly as his orgasm neared, the melodic sound of your name leaving his lips making your body tingle all over and your toes curl. You hugged him even closer to you so that his chest was against yours and his nose was rubbing against the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jongho gasped as you clenched around him.
You bit your lower lip and nodded, stars reappearing in your vision. Just seeing you bite your lower lip was enough for him. Jongho snapped his hips into yours with such force that made you cum hard, your walls fluttering as your arousal squirted out. Jongho, meanwhile, also came, his cock twitching as his cum filled the condom.
As you recovered from your high, Jongho pulled out and removed the condom before stroking himself a couple more times, ropes of cum decorating your torso as he finished completely on you, a groan of pleasure and relief rumbling in his chest. Then, wordlessly, he got off the bed and disappeared into his apartment.
You were able to push yourself up by the time Jongho returned with towels and water. He handed you the glass, and you took tiny sips of the water as you watched him wipe you down.
“Tell me something,” he said to you. “Was that as good as your dream?”
Jongho looked up at you as he waited for you to respond. So, you cupped his face and led him towards you to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.
“No, it was better.”
You thought you would be waking up from another dream, but no. This time, when you woke up, you woke up to see your best friend’s sleeping face right in front of yours, his soft features relaxed and beautiful. He looked so peaceful, so pretty while sleeping that it kind of made you jealous that he could look like fucking Sleeping Beauty.
You shifted slightly, immediately making the sleeping man hug you closer to his bare chest, his soft skin making you shiver slightly. And when you felt his gentle exhale flit past your ear before he buried his nose in your hair, every single nerve in your body tingled happily.
As Jongho continued to sleep, you observed him, your eyes landing on the little freckle on his neck. You absentmindedly traced your nail along it lightly, tickling him and subsequently waking him up.
“Mmm, good morning,” he uttered, his low morning voice echoing in your ear.
You’d had many sleepovers with him in the past, and you’d heard his morning voice many, many times in the past, but having him talk right into your ear like that was too sexy, too stimulating for you that early in the morning, your heart and cunt fluttering.
“Good morning, Jongho,” you whispered back.
Hugging you even closer, Jongho let out a happy exhale before leaving the faintest of kisses on your temple, making your heart skip and making you realize that you were falling for him.
ATEEZ members having a boner while being away from you.
I said “while being away” but some of these actually felt like them being needy in general. I appreciate every like, comment and reblog, thank you all so much. Have fun reading!
Wooyoung knew that you and his roommate weren’t exclusive. While you weren’t seeing anyone else for the time being, his roommate would occasionally hook up with other girls every so often. Wooyoung asked you multiple times why you didn’t decide to do the same, and you would always tell him that it was because you didn’t find anyone else that appealing yet.
What you didn’t know was that Wooyoung kept asking you that question because he wanted to ask you out, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how to phrase it. Were you open to actually dating, or were you only looking for casual relationships like the one you had with his roommate? No matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he couldn’t, so Wooyoung just decided to keep his mouth shut because he didn’t want to lose his friendship with you.
There was one thing about your relationship with his roommate that bugged him though, and that was the fact that he could hear you both whenever you hooked up. You were both pretty loud, and everything that he could hear turned him the fuck on— and he was ashamed to say that he beat himself off a couple times when he heard your melodious moans and sighs through the thin walls of his apartment.
One morning, he woke up to hear the two of you giggling in his roommate’s bedroom. His eyebrow twitched with slight irritation the louder your giggling got. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that. He wanted to hear that laugh while you laid in his arms and hugged him close so early in the morning. Was that too much to ask?
Begrudgingly, Wooyoung got out of bed to get started with his day. He trudged to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared mindlessly into the fridge. He didn’t know what to eat, so he just left the fridge open and continued to stare at the contents inside as his roommate entered the kitchen.
“Hey, if you’re not going to grab anything, close the fridge,” he lectured before closing the door in front of Wooyoung’s face.
“I was trying to figure out what to eat,” Wooyoung responded as he frowned.
“Well, don’t waste electricity.”
Wooyoung turned and faced his roommate, only to see that he was dressed and ready to head out. He looked at him, his face the epitome of a question mark.
“Where are you going this early in the morning?”
“I got a breakfast date. I’ll see ya later.”
With that, Wooyoung’s roommate left the apartment, leaving Wooyoung slightly flabbergasted. How could he just leave you here to go on a date with someone else? It felt wrong, but he wasn’t the one in an open relationship with you, so who was he to judge? Wooyoung turned back to the fridge and finally settled on grabbing a couple of fruits from the fridge and making himself a fruit salad.
He was peeling oranges when you sauntered into the area. You stifled a yawn and greeted him.
“Morning, Wooyoung,” you said sleepily.
“Morning…”
Wooyoung was still focused on the oranges when you sat in the bar stool at the end of the kitchen island. When you sat down, he finally looked up at you, and he immediately smirked as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.
“Did you sleep in my shirt? That’s hot,” Wooyoung said as soon as he laid eyes on you.
“Oh, yeah, sorry I borrowed— Sorry, did you just say “that’s hot”?” you stopped mid sentence as soon as Wooyoung’s words fully processed in your head.
“I mean, yeah. You usually wear Yunho’s shirts whenever you spend the night. The fact that you’re wearing mine… You look really hot, Y/N.”
Your face went red. You avoided eye contact with him and tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could barely let out a weak thank you, making the other man laugh at your reaction.
“You can’t take a compliment, Y/N?”
You kept your gaze on your lap as you shook your head. Wooyoung looked at you a little more closely, his heart skipping a beat as he suddenly felt a surge of courage course through his body. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and approached you. He held the bottom of your shirt, immediately making you snap your eyes to him.
“When are you going to give me my shirt back, then?” Wooyoung asked.
“Uh, I d-don’t— Sh-should I wash it first?” you stuttered.
“I don’t know… I kind of want my shirt back now.”
You blinked a couple of times, your brain unable to process what you were hearing. The words then flew out of your mind when he tugged your— his— shirt upwards slowly. You stared at him with wide eyes as he maintained eye contact with you, his intentions (finally) extremely clear to you.
“Is that okay?” Wooyoung asked. “Can I have my shirt back now?”
Gulping, you nodded. Wooyoung pulled the shirt off, revealing your bare breasts and leaving you in nothing but your panties. He let the shirt fall to the ground and immediately cupped your breasts, a soft exhale leaving your lungs as he massaged your breasts. You uttered profanities under your breath the more Wooyoung kneaded. He leaned in close to you, his lips teasing yours. You tilted your head and tried to kiss him, but he moved away right as your lips brushed his, making you whine slightly.
“You sure about that, Y/N?” Wooyoung asked teasingly. “You sure you want to cross this line with me?”
“Nngh, can you please just kiss me?” you complained.
“I want verbal confirmation from you, Y/N.”
“Yes, Wooyoung. I want to cross this line with you.”
Wooyoung smirked. He finally connected his lips to yours, electricity running through your body. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair as you deepened the kisses, the man leaning into you to the point where you almost fell off the stool.
“Wait,” he whispered breathlessly as he moved his hands from your breasts to your waist.
He lifted you so that you were sitting on the kitchen countertop before smashing his lips against yours. He kissed you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs and waist repeatedly as he restlessly made out with you.
“Fuck, Wooyoung!” you sighed as he trailed his kisses down your neck, his hand moving up to massage your breast again.
Wooyoung couldn’t even be bothered to respond— he was so focused on devouring and marking every part of you because he had been wanting this for God knows how long. With one hand on your breast, the other went into your panties, his fingers stroking your cunt roughly, impatiently. You could barely support yourself on the kitchen island, so you clung to him instead, your hands gripping his shoulders.
You whimpered and whined when Wooyoung moved away from you. He completely removed his sweatpants, revealing his red, throbbing cock raring to go before quickly pulling your panties off. You licked your lips and reached for him, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him close to you. Wooyoung smiled slyly before kissing you, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he rubbed his cock along your entrance. Your legs quivered every time the tip of his cock brushed against your clit, tingles spreading through your stomach the more he rubbed. While you loved the feeling, you needed more.
Luckily, Wooyoung was losing his patience as well. When he deemed you wet enough, he moved away from you so he could slide his cock inside you, making you press your hands flat on the countertop to support yourself. You moaned softly when you felt him enter you, the tingles only getting stronger. You leaned your head back and felt your mind start to empty out as Wooyoung began rutting into you. He moved one of your legs so that it was resting on his shoulder, giving him better access to your cunt.
“Fuck,” you heard him hiss, the sound of the profanity leaving his lips making every cell in your body react to him. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
You bit your lip and nodded, a whine leaving your lungs as you agreed with him. You had never heard your cunt sound quite like it did in that moment, squelching with every thrust from the man before you. You leaned back onto the counter top and moaned, your eyes fluttering close and filling the darkness with sparkles. You really were so close. You brought your hand in between your legs and rubbed your clit as Wooyoung focused on keeping his steady pace, the power of his hips only getting stronger. His hands went from your waist to your thighs so he could pull you close to him every time his hips moved. The added stimulation was just enough for you to push him away and let out a loud cry as you squirted onto the countertop, your arousal dripping off the edge and to the floor.
“F-Fuck, Wooyoung!” you cried as you creamed around his cock when he re-entered you, your legs trembling uncontrollably. He let go of your thigh, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands moved to your breasts to grip them tightly as his thrusts got faster. “ Yes, yes! J-Just like that!”
Wooyoung was grunting, high-pitched whines leaving him every so often as his thrusts got more sporadic. He was truly losing his mind— when you clenched your walls around his cock, he was pretty much ready to cum, but he didn’t want to stop, not when the friction between his cock and your cunt was filling him with insurmountable pleasure.
Yet, he was fucked when you pushed yourself up and quickly held onto him before smashing your lips against his. It certainly did not help that you were rolling your body towards him, changing his angle ever so slightly. As you kissed him, you took his lower lip in between your teeth and bit down lightly, completely breaking Wooyoung. He quickly held your waist and pulled you close as he thrust rapidly into you before cumming, the man moaning against your lips. He had actually tried to pull out before cumming, but you clenched your walls again, stopping him midway through. He came inside you, his cock shuddering as his seed spurt inside you.
“Ah… Fuck,” you moaned as your pleasure slowly died down. “That was so good…”
“Shit,” Wooyoung hissed as he pressed his head into your shoulder. “I came inside…”
“That’s okay, Wooyoung,” you responded as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”
“You sure?”
“With you, I’m always sure.”
Wooyoung let out a low exhale as he pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of your cunt and mixing with your arousal before dripping onto the ground. He was completely enamored with the way your red cunt was leaking white, his fingers spreading your lips open to let the rest of him drip out.
“Wooyoung, you’re making a mess,” you muttered with slight embarrassment as you tried to close your legs.
“My kitchen, my problem,” he replied immediately.
“Still…”
Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He ended up stopping, allowing you to close your legs and shed your embarrassment. When you slipped off the kitchen countertop and tried to situate yourself though, Wooyoung pinned you in place, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he leaned into you.
“Where are you going? I’m not finished with you yet.”
