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I Know it's weird to ask erm.... but Can you pleaseeee do the four seasons of love one with Yunho version because I want to imagine him in that fic and am currently obsessssssed with YUNHO. I know I can read the fic inserting his name but stilll PLEASE IF YOU CAN DO IT.
FOUR SEASONS OF LOVE (Yunho ver.)
Pairing: Ateez! Yunho × f! reader
Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life
Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life.But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.
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A/n: don't accuse me for plagiarism coz if you have read this fic before then you must have read the Chanyeol ver.This plot is basically inspired from his solo songs but I had literally Yunho on my mind for this but as I had a request for Chanyeol oneshot so I used this. Thanks to the anon for making me post it.
Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?
"Why should I live now?"
Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.
"Why can't everyone be happy?"
You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone's priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves.
Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.
"Can I fly alone?"
Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper Its okay. I'm here for you.. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel...you are not good for anyone.
"Such a bad girl.”
Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don't even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.
"If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try."
Better option? Death. You don't see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone's story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I should have asked you the same, little angel."
Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.
Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.
"I'm not in a mood for your jokes."
"I'm asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?"
"Can't you just leave and let me be alone for once?"
Silence. That's what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side.
Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you....... To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.
"Yunho?..”
He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it's challenging you to look away.
“You are still here.....I thought-“
"You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here." His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.
You nod your head obliviously.
He 'tsch' and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.
"Why?"
Why? It's obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can't take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.
"Please..go away...if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away."
"Do I hurt you?"
"Huh?"
"Do I hurt you with my teasing?"
"I d-don't know." No.
“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?"
No.
He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. "Do I burden you?"
No.
You want to scream but you can't utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.
He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?
"Do you hate me?"
No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn't think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don't know whether it's bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.
"Yunho...don't ask me this." Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.
"Why?"
"I, myself don't know how to respond you."
The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.
"Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can't see you broken like this anymore. You don't know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying."
"What are you saying?"
“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”
“I-n-no...I'm fine."
"Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always."
"Why are you being like this Yunho? I hate when people show me comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away."
No, please don't go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn't budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.
"This is why I never approached you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that's why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn't want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”
"Different kind of feelings?"
He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those slight dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.
"Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly."
"Yaaa." You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.
And this is Yunho. The tease who doesn't leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?
"I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-"
His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.
"But?" your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.
"But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don't want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N."
"Why are you doing this, Yunho?"
You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?
"I can't see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please."
Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don't even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.
“Y/N?"
"Hmmm...”
"Let's go home. You will catch cold like this."
"I don't want to go home."
Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.
He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.
"What are you doing? Put me down."
"Well, if you don't go by your own then l'm taking you like this."
"Yaaa put me down. You don't even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”
"Hm that's right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I'm taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let's go before you really die of this cold."
Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?
"No. I will not go with you.?
"And I'm not leaving you here."
"Yunho...”
“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.
You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.
But this feeling being in Yunho’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.
"Yunho...” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. "Why?"
"What?"
"Are you really caring for me because we are.....we know each other?"
Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.
"Because you are my four seasons of love."
"Huh?" Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn't say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn't get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.
He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn't notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.
"Is that your family?"
"Yes. That's our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”
Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn't budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone's apartment.
"Are you really going to stand here in these clothes?It's already raining again and I don't think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts."
"But I can wait until it stops raining.”
"You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don't want someone to fall sick in my place.”
"Its okay."
"Do you want me to change your clothes or what?"
"Yaaa Yunho."
You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.
"What are you doing there?"
He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.
"Why are you laughing?"
"You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”
You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.
"It's not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”
If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?
You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.
"I love you, Y/N."
Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don't want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don't want to lose him too.
"Don't. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it's better how we are now with each other. Like just...friends."
“Don't you want to hear my answers to your question?"
"Which one?"
"Why you are my four seasons of love?"
"Hm...Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.
“Tell me the sequence of seasons."
"Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?"
"Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you."
"What?"
"Let's start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning."
"Summer?"
"Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other's depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance."
"Fall? Will our love fall here?"
"No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don't think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”
"Winter?…….”
You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?
“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing."
"One more thing?"
He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his puffy cheeks again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.
"Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways."
Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.
"Let me love you, Y/N.”
"Yunho. What if I don't deserve you?"
"We don't know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don't want you to lose hope on me. Please don't leave me.”
Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.
“Thank you, Yunho. I love you."
"I love you more angel.”
He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.
He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.
Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.
"I love to see you smile when it is raining."
"I love to see your soft puffy cheeks when you smile."
"And my teasings?"
"Yunho....” you whine on his ask.
"You will always be my four seasons of love."
Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other's happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.
Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and. And he to you?
"And,You will be my sunshine in every season."
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2021
As you settle into your new home with your son and sister , it’s almost surreal to think how far you’ve come. There were times when the future seemed uncertain, especially as a single mom with only your sister to lean on—her job making it possible for you to stay home with your baby. Now, with your son turning 5 and a trustworthy babysitter in place whenever you’re sister was not home, you’ve gained a sense of stability you once thought was out of reach. Yet, no matter how much time passes your concern for your child remains the same forever.
But sometimes, when you look at your son, you’re reminded of Yunho, a man you once cherished and loved deeply, only to be let down by his pursuit of fame. In 2016 when you discovered you were pregnant with Ye Joon, you were hesitant to tell Yunho because he was eager to wait before starting a family. Fearing that your news would upset him, you kept it to yourself. As morning sickness worsened Yunho noticed something was off. Despite your attempts to hide the truth he urged you to take a pregnancy test. In a moment of desperation you used water instead of urine, hoping to avoid revealing your secret. When you handed him the test, his face brightened as he saw the negative result. “You’re not pregnant” he said with a relieved smile. “Yeah” you replied forcing a smile to mask the truth. “I guess you were just sick. I’ll make your favorite soup for you baby” he added, kissing your forehead and hugging you.
You regret hiding Ye Joon from his father, but was there really a choice? Telling Yunho would have upset him, and with his career keeping him so busy, you knew he wouldn’t have time for either you or your child. You couldn’t bear the thought of being a burden or adding to his stress, so you made the decision you believed was best for everyone: to raise Ye Joon as a single mother. Now, you find yourself living a life you never expected, grappling with the consequences of choices made in the name of protecting both Yunho and your son. Sometimes there’s good times but most of the times there’s been bad times and even worse but that’s old memories we are In the present were your in a new environment with your son and your number 1 supporter your sister and life was good for a year.
Present
You would always take Ye Joon to school and watch his practice sessions whenever your work schedule allowed. Even if you couldn’t attend every game, your sister was there to support him, showing him how much both of you loved and were proud of him. One day, after practice, you noticed your sister seemed unnervingly shocked. Concerned, you wondered what could have happened.The reason for her shock became clear over dinner when Ye Joon excitedly shared the news. “Mama, we have new coaches from a famous league staying to coach us! They’re really cool, and I know all their names. Do you want to hear them?” he asked with a bright smile “Of course, sunshine,” you replied, smiling back “Okay, so we have Coach Jung, Coach Kang, Coach Choi, and Coach Jeong. They’re all amazing!” Ye Joon said, proudly listing their names. The name “Jeong” hit you hard, and you glanced at your sister, trying to confirm the truth. She nodded slowly, her expression reflecting your shock. “Mama, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, like Auntie?” Ye Joon asked, his little face full of confusion.“It’s nothing, sweetheart,” you said, forcing a smile. “We’re just surprised by how cool your new coaches are.” “Yeah, bud,” your sister chimed in with a smile, “we’re just amazed at how great your coaches are. Now, eat up before your food gets cold.” She picked up her utensils and began to eat, trying to mask her own concern.
After putting Ye Joon to bed, you went downstairs to talk to your sister about what happened at Ye Joon’s practice. You were anxious to know whether Yunho recognized her or noticed any resemblance in Ye Joon. As you sat on the couch in your living room, you asked, “Did he recognize you?” “Luckily, no, thanks to my dyed hair,” she replied, pointing to her now different hair color.“Yeah, luckily,” you said, still feeling a bit concerned. “Don’t worry. He probably doesn’t even realize the kid looks like him,” your sister reassured you, patting your shoulder. “I’m going to sleep now, and you should too. We have a fun day tomorrow,” she said, heading upstairs to her room. You stayed downstairs for a little while, sipping some wine and reflecting on the situation. Eventually, you went to bed, trying to push the worries from your mind as you drifted off to sleep.
Waking to the sound of your alarm in the morning, you find yourself in a cold bed, yearning for someone you can’t quite say the name of. As you get up and head downstairs to start breakfast, you discover that it’s already on the table.
Standing proudly by the table are your sister and Ye Joon, beaming at their creation. “Mama, do you like the breakfast Auntie and I cooked for all of us?” Ye Joon asks, his face alight with pride. “Of course I do, sunshine!” you reply, excitement in your voice. “He really wanted to help cook, so I let him. But I did most of the work” your sister adds in a sarcastic tone, grinning. “Auntie, that’s not true! I helped a lot—I did most of it!” Ye Joon protests, disbelief written all over his face.
You chuckle at their playful exchange. “Fine, fine, we both worked hard to make breakfast for all of us. How about that, Joonie?” your sister says, negotiating with the eight year old. “Hmm, okay! Now let’s eat before the food gets cold,” Ye Joon declares. “And before Mamas food gets cold, too, and she can’t eat it” he adds with a giggle. “Right, let’s dig into this delicious breakfast you guys cooked” you say, sitting down and taking a bite of the pancakes on your plate.
You’re working peacefully on some papers when your phone starts to ring. “Hello?” you answer, confused. “Is this Y/L/N, Ye Joon’s mother?” an unknown man asks. “Yes, is there something wrong?” you reply. “Hi, I’m Coach Jang. Your son got into a fight with one of his teammates,” the coach says. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” you say, quickly getting up from your desk and hanging up the phone. And speed walking to your car quickly to get to the school. As you approach the nurse’s office by the field, you see the back of your son’s jersey. He’s holding an ice pack to his lip. “Ye Joon!” you call out, running past a tall figure to reach your child.“Mama!” your son says, turning around. You kneel in front of him, checking his body to make sure nothing is broken or bruised except for his swollen upper lip. “What happened, baby?” you ask, holding his face in your hands.“One of my teammates told me I couldn’t pitch right, and he threw a ball at my leg, so I taught him a lesson,” Ye Joon says, pouting. You glance to his left and see a kid crying, with dirt smeared on his face and clothes, his cheeks flushed red. “Y/L/N Ye Joon, you shouldn’t handle things like that. You should’ve told one of your coaches. Don’t put your hands on anyone else, and go say sorry, okay?” you scold gently. “Okay, Mama,” he replies, pouting. He turns and walks up to the kid, apologizing. After forgiving each other, they start talking about their favorite TV shows and their favorite toys. “Y/N,” a familiar voice calls from behind you. You turn around, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. It’s Yunho, the father of your child, staring at you in shock to see you with one of the kids he’s been training. Your sister, arriving at the scene, freezes as she sees the name on the jersey of the man that you’re staring at in shock. Just then, the other boy’s mother approaches, bowing deeply and apologizing for her son’s behavior. “It’s not your fault,” you assure her, trying to defuse the situation. You exchange polite words before she left, the air thick with unresolved tension and the realization that this encounter is just the beginning.
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➯𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
➯𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.?
➯𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚
➯𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: nothing really that bad just a worried mom
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑
As you leave the field with Ye Joon by your side, you can feel Yunho’s gaze following you, filled with confusion and unspoken questions. Your heart races, a mix of anxiety and unresolved feelings bubbling to the surface. You try to focus on Ye Joon, who’s chatting happily about practice , oblivious to the tension. Your sister walks beside you, her expression unreadable but supportive. Once you’re far enough from the field, she whispers, “Are you okay?” You nod, though you’re not entirely sure. “I knew this day would come eventually, but I didn’t think it would be like this.” Back at home, you help Ye Joon settle down with his homework, but your mind keeps drifting back to Yunho’s shocked expression. Questions swirl in your mind. Did he recognize Ye Joon? What will happen if he tries to reach out?. Later that evening, after Ye Joon is asleep, you and your sister sit down to talk. “What are you going to do?” she asks gently. “I don’t know,” you admit, rubbing your temples. “I want what’s best for Ye Joon, but I don’t know if Yunho being in his life is the right thing. He didn’t want kids back then, and I don’t know if he’s changed.” Your sister places a reassuring hand on yours. “Whatever you decide, we’ll figure it out together.”
A few weeks later, you find yourself at the baseball field, surrounded by cheering parents and the smell of freshly cut grass. The sun is shining, and the excitement in the air is palpable as Ye Joon’s team prepares for their big game. You watch from the bleachers, your eyes following Ye Joon as he warms up with his teammates. He’s been practicing hard, and you can see the determination on his face. Your sister sits beside you, offering support, and the two of you chat about the week’s events while keeping a close eye on the field. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions and decisions, but today you’re focused on being there for Ye Joon. On the sidelines, Yunho and Coach Wooyoung are actively talking to the players, offering tips and encouragement. Yunho kneels down to Ye Joon’s level, demonstrating how to grip the ball properly for a curveball, his voice calm and instructive. “Remember to keep your wrist loose and follow through with your arm,” Yunho advises, ruffling Ye Joon’s hair with a reassuring smile. Coach Wooyoung, meanwhile, is discussing batting techniques with another group of kids, emphasizing the importance of footwork and timing. “Keep your eye on the ball and stay balanced,” he says, mimicking a perfect swing. You can see the respect and admiration in the children’s eyes as they absorb every word. As the game begins, you spot Yunho offering words of encouragement to Ye Joon. Your heart skips a beat, but you remind yourself that today is about Ye Joon, and you’re determined to support him as he takes to the mound, ready to pitch his heart out. As the round starts, your son’s team is up to bat first. One of Ye Joon’s friends, Pil-gu, steps up to the plate. His first swing is a miss, and the home plate umpire calls out, “Strike one!” Pil-gu’s shoulders slump slightly, doubt creeping in. But then Ye Joon calls out from the dugout, “Don’t give up now, Pil-gu!” Pil-gu turns to look at Ye Joon, the light in his eyes rekindled by his friend’s encouragement. With renewed focus, he remembers Coach Yunho’s advice about keeping his eye on the ball and staying confident. As the pitcher winds up and releases the next pitch, Pil-gu is ready. He swings, and the crack of the bat echoes across the field. The ball soars into the outfield, landing in the grass with a satisfying thud. Pil-gu takes off running, his heart pounding with excitement as cheers erupt from his teammates and the crowd. He rounds first base and heads for second, glancing briefly at the center fielder who scrambles to retrieve the ball. Just as the center fielder throws the ball back to the pitcher, Pil-gu slides safely into second base. His teammates erupt in cheers, and he stands up, brushing the dirt from his uniform with a triumphant grin. From the stands, you and the other parents cheer loudly, proud of Pil-gu’s determination and the team’s growing camaraderie.
The game has been intense, with both teams scoring a few points, but Ye Joon’s team is edging ahead. As the game nears its end, Ye Joon is next up to bat. You cheer loudly for him, unable to contain your excitement, and Yunho glances at you, a smile playing on his lips. Ye Joon steps onto the field, waving to you with a confident smile as he makes his way to the plate. Holding the bat firmly, he recalls all the tips Coach Yunho has given him. The pitcher winds up and throws the ball, and Ye Joon swings with all his might. The bat connects with a satisfying crack, and the ball sails high into the air, soaring over the outfield and just beyond the fence. It’s a home run! Without hesitation, Ye Joon takes off running, his face lit up with joy. “Run, Ye Joon!” you shout, your voice mingling with the cheers of the crowd. As Ye Joon rounds the bases, Pil-gu makes his way to third and then heads home, both of them scoring. The crowd erupts in applause as Ye Joon sprints towards home plate. His teammates rush to greet him, hugging each other and jumping around in celebration as the coaches join in. Amidst the excitement, you spot Ye Joon and Yunho together. Ye Joon runs to Yunho, who picks him up and swings him around in a moment of shared joy. As Yunho sets him down, he looks at Ye Joon with pride. “Nice one, kiddo. You made your first home run! I’m proud of you,” Yunho says, grinning. “Thank you, Coach Yunho! I wanna be a star baseball player just like you,” Ye Joon replies, giving a thumbs-up with a bright smile. Yunho’s smile falters for a moment as he realizes the connection, recognizing the resemblance Ye Joon and him have. But in that moment, he pushes the thought aside, savoring the shared triumph and joy. After the celebration, as the last of the parents pick up their kids, the field slowly empties out. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the field, and the only people left are Yunho and Wooyoung, gathering up the remaining equipment and putting it away. As they work, Yunho can’t help but think about you. Questions swirl in his mind—how you’ve been, when you had a son, and most importantly, who Ye Joon’s father might be. Finally, curiosity gets the better of him. “Do you think Y/N has a husband or something?” Yunho asks, trying to sound casual as he hands Wooyoung a bat. Wooyoung turns to look at him, curiosity piqued. “Uh, I don’t think so,” Wooyoung replies, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?” Yunho shrugs, trying to play it cool, but his heart feels a little lighter at the thought. “Just curious. I didn’t see anyone with her at the game.” Wooyoung nods thoughtfully. “I think she doesn’t have a husband because if she did, he’d be here, cheering Ye Joon on right beside her,” he says, stacking some helmets. “But maybe she has a boyfriend who’s the father, and he just doesn’t know about Ye Joon.” Yunho considers this, feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion. “She wouldn’t be that secretive and hide a father from their son,” he says, more to himself than Wooyoung. But oh boy was he wrong, sensing there might be more to the story than he knows. As they finish packing up, Yunho can’t shake the feeling that there are pieces of the puzzle missing, and he resolves to find out more about the life you’ve built since he last saw you. As Wooyoung continues to speculate, he grins and says, “But wait, maybe she’s dating a mafia boss, or she could be with an officer, or maybe even a coach.” He chuckles at the last suggestion, glancing at Yunho for his reaction. At the mention of a coach, Yunho feels a foreign flutter in his chest. It’s a feeling he can’t quite place, but it’s enough to make him pause. Wooyoung is about to launch into another wild theory when Yunho interrupts him. “I think that’s enough,” Yunho says, trying to sound firm as he stows the last of the equipment. Wooyoung opens his mouth to add another theory, but Yunho shoots him a look—a mix of amusement and seriousness—that tells him to drop it. “But what if—” Wooyoung starts, but Yunho cuts him off with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to stop.
Wooyoung smirks, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But you have to admit, it’s fun to think about. Yunho rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. As they finish packing up and head out, Yunho can’t help but wonder about the life you’ve built and what role, if any, he might play in it.
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𝐀 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭⚾️
➯𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
➯𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.?
➯𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: none
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒
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As the last of the other parents and kids leave the field, you take a moment to soak in the evening air, feeling the warmth of the day’s events settle in your heart. Ye Joon had done so well, and seeing him so happy was everything you could have hoped for. But the unexpected encounter with Yunho still lingers in your mind, stirring up emotions you thought you had tucked away. After making sure Ye Joon has his gear packed, you call out to him. “Ready to go, sunshine?” you ask, smiling as he runs up to you with a big grin on his face. “Yeah, Mom! Did you see my home run?” Ye Joon asks excitedly, his eyes shining with pride. “I did, and you were amazing!” you reply, ruffling his hair affectionately. “I’m so proud of you.” As you walk with Ye Joon toward the car, your sister, Jihyun, falls in step beside you. She gives you a knowing look, sensing the turmoil beneath your composed exterior. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, glancing back at the field where Yunho and Wooyoung are still gathering equipment. You take a deep breath, nodding. “I’m okay. It’s just… seeing him again is awkward,” you admit. “And he’s really good with Ye Joon. ”Jihyun nods in understanding. “It’s a lot to take in. But you’re handling it well,” she reassures you. As you buckle Ye Joon into his seat, you feel a mix of relief and apprehension. You’ve built a life you’re proud of, and though Yunho’s presence has stirred up old feelings, you know your priority is your son. Driving home, the setting sun paints the sky with vibrant colors, and you focus on the road ahead, determined to face whatever comes next with the same strength and grace that has guided you this far. As Ye Joon chatters excitedly about the game from the back seat, you listen and smile, grateful for the small moments that make up your life.
As you finally settle into bed, the quiet of the night does little to calm your restless thoughts. A strange, almost foreign feeling tugs at your heart—a sensation like a missing piece of you is trying to find its way back. You try to push it aside, to let sleep take over, but no matter how much you toss and turn, you can’t seem to shake it. Your mind keeps drifting back to him—Yunho, your first love and, in many ways, your last. You can’t help but wonder what his life is like now. Does he have someone special? A girlfriend? A wife? The thought stirs a pang of jealousy deep within you, one you weren’t expecting. As you finally begin to drift off, your mind conjures an image of him, standing at the altar, but the woman by his side is faceless, just a shadow of a person. The vision leaves you with an uneasy feeling, a mixture of longing and sadness that lingers even as you sleep.
As you wake up nearly at 7, you roll out of bed and head straight to the kitchen, ready to start the day. You begin making breakfast, the smell of eggs and toast filling the air, and start packing lunch for both you and Ye Joon. As you carefully cut up some fruit, you hear the soft thud of little feet on the stairs. “Morning, Mama!” Ye Joon says with a sleepy smile as he walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “Morning, sunshine,” you reply, smiling back. “Breakfast is almost ready. Go wash up, and we can eat.” As Ye Joon heads off to the bathroom, your sister Jihyun walks in, still in her pajamas, yawning as she pours herself a cup of coffee. “Early start, huh?” she says, stretching. “Yeah, the usual routine,” you say with a small grin. “Can you help pack his practice clothes? I’m finishing up breakfast.” “On it,” she says, setting her mug down and heading to the living room to grab Ye Joon’s practice clothes. She folds them neatly and packs them into his bag, making sure everything he needs is in place. When Ye Joon comes back into the kitchen looking more awake, the three of you sit down for a quick breakfast. The conversation is light and filled with Jihyun’s playful teasing, which makes Ye Joon giggle. Once breakfast is done, you grab your bags, and Jihyun helps Ye Joon into his jacket. She hands him his lunch and practice bag. “Ready for another big day, champ?” Jihyun asks, ruffling his hair. “Yep! Thanks, Auntie!” he says with a grin. After a few more last-minute checks, you all head out the door. You buckle Ye Joon into his car seat, and Jihyun gives him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Drive safe,” she says as she waves you off. With a smile, you start the car, Ye Joon happily chatting in the backseat as you head off to drop him at school.
As you pull up to Ye Joon’s school, the morning sun casts a soft glow over the playground. You park the car and help Ye Joon out of his seat, smoothing down his hair as he grabs his backpack. “Alright, sunshine,” you say with a smile, kneeling down to his level. “Be good today, listen to your teachers, and have fun at practice later, okay?”“Okay, Mama!” Ye Joon says with a big grin. He gives you a quick hug, and you kiss the top of his head before standing up. Just as you’re about to turn back to the car, you feel a familiar presence nearby. Your eyes catch a glimpse of someone in the distance—Yunho, standing by his car, watching you and Ye Joon with a thoughtful expression on his face. For a brief moment, your eyes meet, and you feel a wave of emotions rush over you. You quickly turn your attention back to Ye Joon, making sure he’s all set for the day. “Alright, off you go! I’ll see you later.” “Bye, Mama!” Ye Joon waves enthusiastically before running towards the school entrance, joining his friends. As you watch him go, you can’t help but feel Yunho’s gaze still on you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and head back to your car. Before you get in, you glance in Yunho’s direction one last time. He’s still standing there, his expression unreadable, but there’s a hint of something in his eyes—something you can’t quite place. With a final sigh, you get into the car and drive away, the encounter lingering in your mind as you make your way to work.
YUNHO POV
Yunho leaned against his car, watching as you and Ye Joon shared your morning goodbyes. The sight of you both together brought a strange, unfamiliar feeling to the surface—a mixture of nostalgia and longing that he hadn’t anticipated. He hadn’t meant to arrive this early, but seeing you and Ye Joon from a distance made him pause. He watched the way you knelt down to Ye Joon’s level, the way you smoothed his hair and smiled so gently. It was clear how much you cared for your son—your son. That realization still hit him in waves. As you looked up, your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. There was something in your gaze—surprise, maybe, but also something deeper, something that mirrored the uncertainty he felt. Yunho couldn’t help but wonder about the life you had built since you last saw each other. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of memories and emotions for him, being so close to you again. And now, seeing you with your son—your son, but a son who had his eyes, his expressions—it made everything feel even more complicated. As Ye Joon ran off to join his friends, Yunho found himself lingering, his eyes tracing every detail of the moment. When you turned back to your car, he almost expected you to walk over to him, to say something, but you didn’t. You just glanced his way again—briefly, almost hesitantly—before driving off. He stood there for a few more moments, trying to sort through his tangled thoughts. There were too many questions, too many things left unsaid. He wanted to ask you everything, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear the answers. With a sigh, Yunho finally turned away and headed inside, but the image of you and Ye Joon stayed with him, a constant reminder that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t as simple as he had thought.
Yunho and Wooyoung met early at a café near the practice field. Yunho had hoped for a quiet start to the day, but Wooyoung, as always, was full of energy and ideas. “Okay, hear me out,” Wooyoung started, barely giving Yunho time to sip his coffee. “What if she’s dating a super-secret agent? You know, like in those spy movies where the dad doesn’t even know his own son?” Yunho rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You really can’t let this go, can you?” “Hey, I’m just saying! It’s a possibility!” Wooyoung grinned. “Maybe that’s why we never see her with anyone—he’s undercover!” Yunho shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “I think you’ve been watching too many movies, Woo.” “But think about it! You never know what people are hiding,” Wooyoung insisted, leaning across the table, eyes wide with excitement. “And she’s so calm and collected—she has to be hiding something big!”
Yunho raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe she’s just focused on being a good mom. Not everything is a conspiracy. Wooyoung leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Fine, fine. But I still think there’s something more to her story.” By the time they arrived at the field for practice, Wooyoung was still talking. Yunho had long since stopped trying to reason with him, letting his friend ramble on about all the wild theories he could come up with. “Or what if she’s actually a famous singer who went into hiding after a scandal?” Wooyoung suggested as they unloaded the equipment from the car. Yunho laughed, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.” “What? It could happen!” Wooyoung shot back, grinning. “I’m just trying to make sense of it all. Yunho paused, the smile fading slightly as he thought about what Wooyoung had said. “Or maybe… she’s just trying to protect her son. Maybe the real story isn’t so dramatic.” Wooyoung glanced at him, his expression softening. “Yeah… Maybe. But still, it’s fun to think about, right?” Yunho nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed this—the normal, everyday moments, the camaraderie, even the silly conversations. But there was also a weight in his chest, a growing curiosity about the life you had built without him. Practice went by smoothly, with Yunho and Wooyoung working together to guide the team. Yunho was in his element, offering tips and encouragement to the young players, but every now and then, his gaze would drift toward the bleachers, half-expecting to see you there, watching over Ye Joon. Wooyoung noticed. Of course, he did. “Still thinking about her?” he teased during a break. Yunho sighed. “It’s hard not to.” “You know, if you want to know the truth, you could just ask her,” Wooyoung said, surprisingly serious for once. Yunho looked at him, considering it. “Yeah… Maybe I should.” But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the kids and the game. As much as he wanted answers, he knew that some things couldn’t be rushed. By the time practice wrapped up, Wooyoung was back to his old self, throwing out another wild theory as they packed up the equipment. Yunho just smiled, shaking his head. Even if Wooyoung was relentless, he had to admit that his friend’s antics helped keep his mind off the more complicated emotions swirling inside him. As they walked off the field, Yunho glanced back one last time, wondering what tomorrow would bring—and whether he’d finally have the courage to ask you the questions that had been weighing on his mind. Wooyoung wasn’t done yet. After most of the kids had been picked up, Wooyoung noticed Ye Joon lingering by the dugout, waiting for you to arrive. He took the opportunity to satisfy his curiosity. He crouched down next to Ye Joon, putting on his friendliest smile. “Hey, Ye Joon. Can I ask you something?” Wooyoung began, glancing around as if to make sure no one else was listening. “Where’s your dad? Does he ever come to watch you play?” Ye Joon paused, considering the question. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he put his index finger to his lips and whispered, “He’s a secret!” Before Wooyoung could press further, Ye Joon giggled and ran off to join his friends, leaving Wooyoung scratching his head. “Well, that didn’t help at all,” Wooyoung muttered, standing up just as your car pulled into the lot. Ye Joon spotted you and waved enthusiastically before running over to you. You greeted him with a warm smile, helping him into the car and handing him his favorite snack. Yunho and Wooyoung watched from a distance as you exchanged a few words with Ye Joon before turning toward the coaches. You nodded politely at them, your eyes meeting Yunho’s for a brief moment. There was something in his gaze—questions, maybe? Or perhaps memories of a time long past. You quickly looked away, focusing on helping Ye Joon with his seatbelt. As you drove off, Yunho couldn’t shake the feeling that there was so much more he needed to know, not just about Ye Joon but about you too.
Yunho headed home after practice, the evening’s activities lingering in his mind. After a long day of coaching, he felt the exhaustion settle in, but there was also a restlessness that he couldn’t quite shake. He stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the day’s grime. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the simple act of cleaning up, his thoughts kept drifting back to you. The memories of the past, the curiosity about your present life, and the undeniable connection that seemed to still linger between you—it all swirled together, refusing to be ignored. As he dried off and got dressed, the quiet of his apartment only amplified the thoughts in his head. He sat down to eat a simple dinner, but the food didn’t hold his attention. His mind was elsewhere, wondering about the life you had built and how you seemed to be managing everything on your own. Finishing his meal, Yunho moved to his bedroom. The bed felt too big, too empty. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, the questions he had pushed aside earlier came rushing back. Why had you left? What had kept you away all these years? And who was Ye Joon’s father? But more than anything, he found himself missing you. The way you used to laugh, the way you’d brighten up a room just by being in it. He missed the simple moments you shared, the conversations that flowed easily, and the way you made him feel whole. The weight of the unanswered questions, coupled with the lingering emotions, made it hard to fall asleep. But eventually, the exhaustion won out, and Yunho drifted off, your face the last thing on his mind before he succumbed to the pull of sleep.
Y/N POV
As you drifted off to sleep, the weight of the day and your swirling thoughts began to blend into a restless slumber. Despite the confusion and emotional turmoil, there was a small sense of comfort in knowing that you were not alone in your thoughts—that Yunho, too, was grappling with his own questions and emotions. In the quiet of the night, as you finally succumbed to sleep, you hoped for clarity and resolution. The uncertainty about the future and the unresolved feelings from the past were there, but you knew that life had a way of unfolding in unexpected ways. With one last thought of Yunho, you fell into a deep sleep, hoping that whatever tomorrow might bring, it would offer some answers or, at the very least, a sense of peace amidst the chaos of your heart. As you drifted off to sleep, the weight of the day and your swirling thoughts began to blend into a restless slumber. Despite the confusion and emotional turmoil, there was a small sense of comfort in knowing that you were not alone in your thoughts—that Yunho, too, was grappling with his own questions and emotions. In the quiet of the night, the sound of your steady breathing was a soothing reminder that some things, like the love you once shared, still held a place in your heart. You clung to the hope that the future might bring answers or at least some clarity to the tangled web of your past. The uncertainty about what would happen next loomed large, but you resolved to face it with the strength you had cultivated over the years. As you sank deeper into your pillow, you imagined a future where the pieces of your life might fall into place, and where old wounds could begin to heal. With one last thought of Yunho, you fell into a deep sleep, hoping that whatever tomorrow might bring, it would offer some resolution or, at the very least, a sense of peace amidst the chaos of your heart. The night wrapped you in its quiet embrace, offering a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that had consumed you.
Date: July 12, 2016 before the break up
You and Yunho strolled hand-in-hand along a quiet beach, the sun setting in a fiery orange sky. The cool breeze from the ocean was a gentle caress against your skin as you laughed together, sharing secrets and dreams. Yunho had surprised you with a picnic dinner under the stars, the simple but perfect evening filled with light-hearted chatter and stolen glances. He had looked at you then with such earnestness, his eyes full of love and promise. You had felt invincible, as if nothing could ever come between you. As you sat close on a blanket, the world felt impossibly right, and you believed that your future together was secure and bright.
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➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.?
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: talking behind another persons back, gossiping
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓
YUNHO POV
As Yunho wakes up, he stretches, feeling the slight stiffness in his muscles from the previous day. The early morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft patterns on the walls of his bedroom. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for another day of work. After a quick shower, he dresses in his usual attire—comfortable but professional—then heads to the kitchen for a light breakfast. While sipping his coffee, his thoughts wander back to you and Ye Joon. He can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more he needs to uncover, something that’s just out of reach. He tries to focus on the tasks ahead, but memories of the past keep slipping through the cracks. As he grabs his keys and heads out the door, he wonders if today will bring him any closer to understanding the missing pieces of the puzzle that is his old life and the new connections forming in the present. Yunho locks the door behind him and steps outside, the cool morning air waking him up fully. As he walks to his car, he can’t help but glance at his phone, half-expecting a message or call that will somehow bring clarity to his tangled thoughts. But the screen stays dark and silent. On the drive to work, his mind keeps replaying the moments from yesterday—Ye Joon’s proud smile, your distant gaze, and Wooyoung’s endless theories. He grips the steering wheel tighter, trying to shake off the unease that’s settled in his chest. There’s a nagging question in his mind, one that he hasn’t had the courage to voice out loud: What if the truth changes everything? Arriving at the practice field, he forces himself to focus on the present. The kids need him sharp, and he won’t let them down. But as he steps out of the car, the thought lingers—today might not be the day he finds answers, but he’s getting closer, and that both excites and terrifies him. For now, Yunho pushes those worries aside, greeting the team with a smile. But deep down, he knows that the question of who Ye Joon’s father is will eventually have to be answered.
Date: 6 Years Ago
It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings, the kind where time seemed to stretch and the world outside their bedroom didn’t matter. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The bed was a tangle of blankets and pillows, evidence of a night spent in each other’s arms. Yunho lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on his face, while you were nestled beside him, your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, the rhythm soothing and familiar. The sound of your soft laughter filled the room as you playfully teased him about his terrible attempt at cooking dinner the night before. “I swear, if I ever let you near a kitchen again, we might just have to live off takeout forever,” you joked, poking him lightly in the side. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. “Hey, I thought burnt pasta was a delicacy in some countries!” “Oh, sure,” you replied with mock seriousness, lifting your head to look at him. “I’ll be sure to book us a trip to wherever that is.” Yunho laughed, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll leave the cooking to you, then. But you have to admit, I’m not so bad at making you laugh.” You smiled, your heart swelling with affection as you looked into his eyes. “Yeah, you’re pretty good at that.” For a moment, neither of you said anything, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. You felt safe and happy, like nothing in the world could touch the little bubble of joy you had created together. Then, out of nowhere, Yunho started tickling you, causing you to burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Yunho! Stop! I can’t breathe!” you gasped between fits of giggles, trying and failing to squirm away from him. He finally relented, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you again. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But only because I love that smile of yours too much.”Catching your breath, you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with happiness. “You’re impossible, you know that?” “And yet, you’re still here,” he teased, his smile softening as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice filled with all the love you felt for him. “I’m still here.”
As Yunho sat at his desk, lost in thought and memories of the past, the sound of footsteps approaching broke through his reverie. Before he could fully snap out of his thoughts, a familiar voice called out. “Earth to Yunho!” Wooyoung grinned, waving a cup of coffee in front of his face. “You look like you could use this.” Yunho blinked, pulling himself back to the present. He hadn’t even noticed the time passing. “Thanks, Wooyoung,” he said, taking the coffee gratefully. “You were really zoned out there,” Wooyoung observed, leaning against the desk. “Thinking about someone special?” Yunho sighed, taking a sip of the coffee. The warmth of the drink helped ground him, but the thoughts of you still lingered in the back of his mind. “Yeah…something like that.” Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly interested but sensing that Yunho didn’t want to go into too much detail. Instead, he opted for his usual lighthearted approach. “Well, whoever she is, you better snap out of it and focus, buddy. We’ve got a busy day ahead, and I can’t carry all the charm and good looks around here by myself.” Yunho chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. “You’ve got a point. Let’s get to it.” As they both settled into the day’s tasks, Yunho couldn’t help but feel grateful for Wooyoung’s timing. His friend’s antics might be a little over the top at times, but he always knew how to bring a bit of lightness to even the heaviest of days. And for now, that was exactly what Yunho needed.
At practice, Ye Joon was full of energy. He loved baseball—every throw, every swing, every cheer from his teammates. Today felt different, though. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt even more motivated than usual. As Coach Yunho and Coach Wooyoung gave them tips and instructions, Ye Joon soaked it all in. He wanted to make his mom proud, but there was something about Coach Yunho that made him want to give it his all even more. Maybe it was the way he talked to him, or how he seemed to understand what Ye Joon was thinking without him having to say a word. After a particularly good throw, Coach Wooyoung came over, clapping him on the back. “Nice one, Ye Joon!” he said with a grin. “Hey, by the way, I heard a rumor—you got any secrets you want to share with your old coach?” Ye Joon looked up at him, his face lighting up with a mischievous smile. He put his index finger to his lips and whispered, “It’s a secret, Coach! Only me and Mom know!” Then, with a playful wink, he ran off to join the other kids, leaving Wooyoung laughing behind him. As practice went on, Ye Joon felt the weight of his secret, but in a good way. He knew something special that no one else did—something that made him feel important. And as he looked over at his mom, sitting in the bleachers with a proud smile on her face, he knew that whatever secrets they had, they were safe with her. Ye Joon’s eyes darted to the stands once more, and he spotted his aunt waving excitedly beside his mom. She had come to every practice lately, cheering just as loudly as his mom. He felt even more energized knowing that both of them were there, supporting him. Auntie always brought him snacks after practice, and he could already imagine the treat she’d have waiting today. As he waited for his next turn at bat, he could hear her voice over the crowd. “You got this, Ye Joon!” she called out, her smile as bright as his mom’s. It made him feel like a superstar. When he finally hit another solid shot, sending the ball soaring across the field, he could hear both his mom and aunt celebrating together. They jumped up, high-fiving each other, and Ye Joon couldn’t help but laugh as he rounded the bases. After practice, as he ran toward them, he saw his aunt holding out a bag of his favorite snacks. “Great job, superstar!” she said, ruffling his hair as he took the bag. “Thanks, Auntie!” Ye Joon beamed, feeling on top of the world with both his mom and aunt there to cheer him on. As practice wrapped up, all the parents and children gathered near the field. The air buzzed with excitement as Wooyoung and the other coaches stepped forward, calling everyone’s attention.
“Alright, everyone!” Wooyoung began, clapping his hands to quiet the chatter. “Listen up, because we’ve got some exciting news. Next week, we have a big game coming up. And if we win, guess what?” He paused, grinning as the kids leaned in closer, their eyes wide with anticipation. “We get to go on a trip!” The kids erupted in cheers, their faces lighting up with excitement. Ye Joon’s eyes grew wide as he looked up at his mom and aunt, who smiled back at him, just as thrilled. The idea of a team trip added an extra layer of motivation for everyone.“We don’t know where we’re going yet,” one of the other coaches added with a wink, “but I promise it’ll be something special. So, make sure you’re all practicing hard this week!” The parents exchanged amused glances, some already discussing the logistics of the possible trip. The kids, meanwhile, were buzzing with energy, talking about how they were going to train even harder to ensure the win. Ye Joon looked up at his mom, tugging at her sleeve. “Mom, do you think we’ll win?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement and determination. She smiled down at him, ruffling his hair. “I know you’ll do your best, Joonie. And no matter what, we’ll be there cheering you on.” As Yunho observed the interaction between Ye Joon and you, he couldn’t help but smile. The way Ye Joon’s face lit up with excitement, and the warmth in your eyes as you encouraged him, stirred something deep inside Yunho. It was a scene that felt both familiar and distant—like a glimpse into a life he once imagined but never fully had. Seeing you with Ye Joon, your bond so natural and strong, brought back memories of when things were simpler between the two of you. For a moment, all the worries, questions, and uncertainties faded away, replaced by the quiet contentment of watching this small, precious moment unfold. Yunho’s smile lingered as he turned his attention back to the kids, his heart feeling a little lighter yet still weighed down with what could have been.
As the field cleared out and the other parents and children began to leave, Yunho lingered, organizing the last of the equipment. He overheard two moms standing near the bleachers, their conversation shifting to you. “Did you hear about Y/N?” one of them said, her tone laden with gossip. “I heard she might be messing around, and some say she might not even know who Ye Joon’s real father is. There’s even a rumor that Ye Joon could be her sister’s child.” The other mom nodded in agreement. “It’s just strange how private she is. Maybe she’s hiding something. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s pretended to be something they’re not.” The remarks stung, but Yunho’s concern for you and Ye Joon overpowered his initial shock. He walked up to them, his expression serious. “Excuse me,” he said firmly, “but it’s not okay to talk about someone like that. Ye Joon deserves to have his family’s privacy respected, and you have no right to spread such rumors. For all you know, Ye Joon’s father could be someone who works hard to support him and Y/N.”
The two women glanced at each other, taken aback. One of them asked, “Are you the father, then?” Yunho was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the direct question. He quickly shook his head. “No, I’m not.” The woman smirked. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her tone dripping with skepticism. Yunho felt a mix of frustration and sadness. “I don’t want to hear any more of this. It’s not acceptable to gossip about someone’s private life. You should treat others with the same respect you’d want for yourself. Please don’t let this happen again.” Seeing the gravity in Yunho’s demeanor, the women reluctantly agreed. They nodded, mumbling apologies, and quickly walked away. Yunho watched them go, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration. He hoped that by standing up for you, he had done something positive—something that might start to mend the distance between him and the life he had left behind.
As the weekend rolled around, you, Ye Joon, and your sister decided to tackle the grocery shopping together. The aisles were bustling with shoppers, and the three of you navigated the crowded space, chatting and picking out items for the week. In the midst of your shopping, Yunho happened to walk into the same grocery store. As he made his way through the aisles, he spotted you and your sister a few rows over. Just as he was about to approach and say hello, a tall man with a warm smile and an easy demeanor came up to you.
“Hey, Ye Joon! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Jihyun!” the man greeted, his voice cheerful. Ye Joon ran up to him with excitement. “Mingi!” he exclaimed, hugging the man tightly. Yunho stopped in his tracks, his curiosity piqued. He watched as Mingi interacted with you and your sister, noting the friendly and familiar nature of their conversation. The way Ye Joon clung to Mingi and the ease with which Mingi spoke to you gave Yunho pause. As Yunho observed from a distance, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He noticed how Mingi seemed to be an important figure in Ye Joon’s life, though Yunho couldn’t quite piece together the exact relationship. The affectionate interaction between Mingi and Ye Joon affection towards each other was very questionable like their were a son and father duo. Yunho’s thoughts swirled with questions and unspoken regrets. As he continued to watch from afar, he felt an increasing sense of longing and a subtle pang of envy. The sight of Mingi’s easy rapport with you and Ye Joon only deepened Yunho’s feelings of what could have been, leaving him to reflect on his choices and the path his life had taken.
Yunho’s heart ached with a blend of envy and regret as he watched the interaction between you, Ye Joon, and Mingi. From his hidden spot, he observed Mingi’s effortless ease with your family, the way Ye Joon beamed at him, and how comfortable and natural everything seemed. Mingi’s presence brought a warmth to the moment that Yunho felt he had missed out on.He saw how Mingi gently guided Ye Joon through the grocery store aisles, making him laugh with playful banter. The sight of you and your sister chatting with Mingi, clearly at ease and familiar with him, only deepened Yunho’s sense of exclusion. He envied the way Mingi seemed to fit into your lives so seamlessly, providing a comfort and stability that Yunho felt he had failed to offer. The affectionate way Ye Joon interacted with Mingi, calling him by name and hugging him with genuine affection, tugged at Yunho’s heart. It made him question his own choices and the opportunities he had lost. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had been too late, if there was still a place for him in your lives. As Mingi said his goodbyes and left, Yunho remained behind, lost in thought. The sight of you and Ye Joon walking away together, content and happy, left him grappling with a deep sense of regret. He envied the relationship between Mingi and you, feeling the sting of missed moments and wondering if he could ever bridge the gap that had grown between him and the family he had once hoped to have. With game day 1 day away, the atmosphere becomes electric. Yunho can’t shake the feeling that this game could change everything—for the team, for Ye Joon, and perhaps for his own life as well. He notices how Mingi seems more integrated into your life, and the envy he feels gnaws at him, a constant reminder of what he lost. Every time he sees Ye Joon practicing, he can’t help but wonder about the connection between you, your son, and Mingi.
Your sister, always the supportive one, keeps things light-hearted, but even she can sense the unspoken tension. You find yourself caught between the excitement of the upcoming game and the unresolved emotions that seem to bubble up whenever Yunho is around. Every interaction, every glance exchanged, seems to carry a weight that wasn’t there before. As the days tick by, Yunho wrestles with whether to finally address the questions that have been eating away at him. He knows he needs to focus on the team, but the lines between his personal and professional life blur more and more with each practice. The closer the game gets, the more Yunho realizes that he’s not just fighting for a win on the field—he’s fighting for clarity, closure, and perhaps a second chance. After practice, Ye Joon is full of energy, despite the long session. His little legs move quickly as he runs toward you with a wide grin on his face. “Mama, did you see me? I hit the ball really far today!” he exclaims, his excitement contagious. You smile warmly, crouching down to his level. “I saw, baby! You did amazing. You’re getting better every day.” His aunt ruffles his hair playfully, adding, “You’re going to be a star, Ye Joon. Just like your favorite player!” Ye Joon beams, his confidence soaring. As you all gather his things and prepare to head home, you notice how he can’t stop talking about the upcoming game. “If we win, we get to go on a trip! Coach Wooyoung said so!” he says excitedly, bouncing on his toes. As you buckle him into his seat, you can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “We’ll be cheering for you the loudest,” you promise, giving him a kiss on the forehead. On the way home, Ye Joon chatters non-stop about practice, the game, and even Mingi, who has been helping him with some extra practice sessions. His excitement is infectious, and by the time you reach home, you can’t wait to see him shine on game day. At dinner, the atmosphere is cozy and filled with warmth as you, Ye Joon, and your sister sit around the table. The scent of the meal fills the air, and the clinking of utensils is accompanied by light-hearted conversation. Ye Joon excitedly recounts his practice, his voice animated as he talks about his friends and the upcoming game.
Your sister smiles as she listens, occasionally chiming in with a joke or question, making Ye Joon laugh. You can’t help but feel a sense of contentment, watching your little family interact so naturally. After dinner, you and your sister clear the table, while Ye Joon goes to grab his favorite bedtime story. Once the kitchen is clean, you move into the evening routine—preparing Ye Joon for bed. He eagerly brushes his teeth, and you help him into his pajamas, all while your sister tidies up his room. As you tuck him in, Ye Joon pulls out the storybook, holding it up with a sleepy smile. “Can you read it to me, Mama?” he asks softly, his eyes already drooping. You sit beside him, smoothing his hair as you read aloud. Your sister sits nearby, adding funny voices to the characters, making Ye Joon giggle. Soon, his laughter fades, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing as he drifts off to sleep. Once he’s settled, you and your sister quietly step out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. The day has been long, but the moments spent with your family bring a sense of peace as you both prepare for the night ahead.
As you prepare yourself for bed, your thoughts drift back to the old times with Yunho. Memories flood your mind—his laughter, the way he used to look at you, the moments you shared. Those days felt so distant now, yet still so close in your heart. You sigh as you slip into your pajamas, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The thought of telling Yunho the truth about Ye Joon crosses your mind, lingering there for longer than usual. Maybe he deserves to know. Maybe it’s time to stop hiding and give him the chance to be a part of your son’s life. But as you focus on that idea, doubt creeps in. What if he’s angry? What if he can’t forgive you for keeping such a huge secret from him all these years? The thought of Yunho’s possible reaction—his hurt, his anger—makes your chest tighten. You pause, letting out a shaky breath. The risk feels too great. The fear of losing what little peace you’ve found outweighs the hope of a happy reunion. No, you can’t tell him—not now. Maybe not ever. With a heavy heart, you crawl into bed, pulling the blankets over yourself. As you close your eyes, you try to push the thoughts away, but Yunho’s face lingers in your mind. Sleep doesn’t come easily, and when it does, it’s filled with dreams of what could have been and what may never be.
The morning of game day arrives with a mix of excitement and nerves in the air. Ye Joon wakes up early, buzzing with energy. As soon as he opens his eyes, he’s already thinking about the game, imagining himself on the field, ready to make his big plays. You wake up to the sound of him rustling around in his room. When you enter, you find him already half-dressed in his uniform, struggling with his socks, a determined look on his face. You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “Ready for the big game, champ?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe. Ye Joon looks up, his eyes shining with excitement. “I’m gonna hit the ball so hard today, Mom! Just like Coach Yunho taught me!” You laugh softly and help him with his socks, making sure his uniform is all set. After a quick breakfast, you pack his practice bag with water, snacks, and his glove, double-checking that everything is in place. As the two of you head out the door, your sister joins you, carrying a small cooler with snacks for later. The morning sun is bright, and the crisp air feels refreshing. Ye Joon’s excitement is contagious, and you find yourself feeling optimistic about the day ahead. In the car, Ye Joon talks nonstop about the game, his strategy, and how he plans to impress everyone. You listen, smiling at his determination, and give him a few encouraging words. When you arrive at the field, it’s already bustling with parents, coaches, and kids. Ye Joon hops out of the car, practically bouncing with excitement. You watch as he runs ahead, ready to join his teammates, your heart swelling with pride. As you make your way to the bleachers, you spot Yunho talking with Wooyoung, both of them looking focused and ready for the day. When Yunho catches sight of Ye Joon, a smile spreads across his face, and he waves at your son, who eagerly waves back before joining his friends. The game day has officially begun, and you can’t help but feel a mix of pride and nerves as you take your seat, ready to watch Ye Joon give it his all.
As the game progresses, the scores remain tied, and the tension on the field is palpable. Ye Joon steps up to the plate, determination in his eyes. But just as the pitcher winds up, something feels off. The ball comes hurtling toward Ye Joon, not at the bat, but at his thigh. The painful thud echoes through the field, and Ye Joon stumbles back, clutching his leg. A collective gasp rises from the crowd as you shoot up from your seat, making your way down to the field. Ye Joon, furious, prepares to retaliate, but before he can, the other coach intervenes, pushing him back. "Stop right there, kid. You need to calm down," the coach orders, his voice stern. Before you can even reach them, Yunho steps in between Ye Joon and the opposing coach. "Keep your hands off him," Yunho says, his voice firm. "Your player hit him on purpose—and mocked ye joon by sticking his tongue out at him"
The other coach glares at Yunho, his voice rising. "Are you the father of this kid? Because if you're not, maybe you should step back and let the parents handle it." Yunho opens his mouth to reply, but just as he's about to speak, you arrive, stepping in front of both men. "I’m Ye Joon's mother," you say, your voice steady but full of controlled anger. "And I don’t appreciate anyone putting their hands on my son. That pitch was deliberate, and your player owes him an apology." The other coach sneers, refusing to back down. "Maybe if you taught him to handle the game without causing a scene, we wouldn’t be here."
You cross your arms, unwavering. "My son wasn’t the one who threw that ball out of spite. Your player needs to learn that sportsmanship matters." Yunho nods in agreement, stepping beside you. "There’s a difference between a mistake and intent. This wasn’t an accident—it was intentional." The coach narrows his eyes at Yunho, still defiant. "A coach, huh? Maybe teach your team to take some heat instead of running to his mom every time." You take another step forward, your voice firm. "This isn’t about taking the heat. It’s about respect. Your player crossed the line, and you're making excuses for him." After a few more moments of tense back-and-forth, the opposing coach realizes he's outmatched. With a huff, he raises his hands. "Fine. Let’s just get back to the game." You give Ye Joon one last reassuring look before heading back to your seat, knowing that, despite everything, your son is ready to finish the game. Meanwhile, Yunho stays on the field a moment longer, his eyes lingering on you and Ye Joon.
Even after the argument and Ye Joon’s minor injury, his team won the game and the trip to wherever they wanted to go. The celebration was lively, and you were joyfully cheering with Ye Joon. As the excitement continued, your sister pulled you aside, her tone serious. “You need to tell Yunho the truth,” she urged. “He needs to know that Ye Joon is his son. It’s the right thing to do.”You were about to reply when a sudden crash interrupted you. Two cups of water had fallen, their contents splashing onto the floor. Looking up, you saw Yunho standing a few feet away, his face a mix of shock, disappointment, and heartbreak.
He took a step forward, his voice trembling slightly. “Is it true? Am I… am I Ye Joon’s father?”
A/N: WHAT A SHOCKER 🫢
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when did you start to have feelings for the cute stranger on your morning commute and how are you going to be able to tell him?
⇀ pairing yunho x reader
⇀ genre fluff, angst, strangers 2 lovers
⇀ style one-shot
⇀ word count 4k
⇀ warnings food, yunho cries
⇀ reactions from the gc “Okay but why do I have tears in my eyes” “I feel all warm and toasty inside” “I had a lovely time”
note sorry if you hate brown sugar oatmilk lattes, cinnamon sugar bagels, pastries in general, or sushi
getting a new position in your company meant better pay, a new office, and different work hours. you were happy for the shift in your routine, feeling like you were starting to become a part of some machine, but you were honestly happier for the shift in your commute time.
your old hours always had you riding the train at the busiest times, shoved into a car with a collection of other desk workers like a bunch of sardines, and over the years you’d grown used to not being able to find a seat or even have any form of personal space. you’d always accepted it as a necessary evil that just accompanied getting to work at a prestigious corporation in the city but now, climbing into a train car that was next to empty, you were regretting ever settling for less.
you’d quickly grown into a routine with these new hours, grabbing an iced brown sugar oatmilk latte from the cafe on the corner of the station entrance before your train, spending the 30-ish minute ride sipping and reading a few pages from the book you’d purchased most recently, and then using the extra time before work started to grab a cinnamon sugar bagel from the bakery a block away from the company, unless the pastry of the day was particularly appealing in which case you’d grab two of those.
of the people who took the train at the same time as you, there were always a few regulars mixed in with the random passengers. the old lady, you’d lovingly nicknamed mrs. blue, was an every day passenger. she’d already be on the train when you would board, sat in the farthest corner of the car, with a collection of different knit items on her lap, some incomplete and often actively being worked on during the ride. she wore a different blue shirt every day, and although you were months into this new routine she hadn’t repeated any yet. she would get off exactly three stops before you, taking her time to gather her knits as the doors opened and although you worried that one day the doors would close before she made it onto the platform she hadn’t missed her stop yet.
probably the most recent regular you noticed was someone you’d called the flash to your roommate and the name just stuck. he would board one stop after yours, always arriving at the platform at the same time as the train. he’d take about a minute to look at all the free seats on the train but after what seemed like a heavy debate with himself, one where he would gesture subtly with his hands and mutter quietly under his breath, he would take the same seat he’d taken yesterday, and the day before, and every day as long as you’d been riding this line. he would get off a stop before your own and just as with his arrival, his form would disappear from the platform in tandem with the train’s departure.
of course the most interesting of all the passengers, and the first regular you’d noticed, was a man that both boarded and exited the train at the same stops as you. he was tall, you’d estimate around six feet, and although he’d seemed intimidating as you’d stood on the departure platform for the first time since your change in work hours, he sent you a smile that simply melted away all of your worries when he’d caught your eyes flickering toward him cautiously.
he was always waiting at the platform before you, no matter how early you were to the station, and he always wore one wireless earbud. if it was in the right ear he was obviously on a call, talking and laughing with someone he’d called mingi. if it was in the left ear he was silent and you assumed he was just listening to something, likely music or an audiobook. however, no matter which ear was occupied he would always greet you with a warm smile and a slight nod when you would saddle up next to him on the platform.
you’d tried to parse his reasons for taking the train so often and so regularly but it was next to impossible to be sure when he was always dressed so casually and never carried the same items. some days he’d be weighed down by a backpack that looked like it was holding several concrete bricks while other days he’d have nothing but his phone in his hand. every few days he’d have a different bag of takeout food, though the only repeat container was from a thai place you’d googled one day after noticing him carrying a bag with the same logo for the fourth time.
when you both would leave the train after arriving at your stop, you would cross paths, each of you having exited the door of the car opposite to the direction you would head to leave the platform. at first he would just give you another smile and nod but about a month into this routine he’d escalated to telling you to “have a good day” to which you’d return a quick “you too”.
the train on the way home from work held a different set of regulars, a slightly younger and more rowdy collection, but after a couple months into this new pattern you would find your mind wandering away from the words on the page in front of you to the man from your morning ride.
he was certainly attractive, a sharp jaw that complimented sculpted cheeks, a nose that perfectly defined his side profile, and eyes that would crinkle up whenever he would laugh or smile. speaking of his laugh, you’d noticed he had a habit of tilting his head back when he would find something particularly amusing, a tendency that had caused him to bump his head against the wall of the train car behind him several times. each time this accident had occurred, you would dip your own head, lips pressed together in an attempt to suppress the enamored giggles that would bubble into your throat. after you managed to calm yourself, you’d take a peek in the man’s direction to find a light blush dusted over the apples of his cheeks and along the tops of his ears, eyes flicking toward you before his ears would transition to an even darker shade of red and he would hide his own shy giggles behind his hand, his gaze shifting to the train floor.
your routine became familiar after a few months, comfortable even. it gave you a sense of security, knowing that he’ll always be there.
of course that means that the one day you arrive at the station and he’s not stood in his usual spot on the platform you can almost feel the universe poking a hole through your bubble. it lets in a little bit of something that anyone else might recognize as disappointment, but to you it feels heavier. it’s painted with a hint of worry, and you itch to check the time on your phone every few seconds just to triple and quadruple check that you’re not running behind. you try to ignore the way his absence has thrown you off but as you take a sip of your latte it almost feels like even your drink tastes different.
you board the train when it arrives as you would every other time but even mrs. blue seems to notice the lack of your usual companion, pausing a moment in the middle of a stitch with yarn tangled between her fingers, before she returns to her own routine. similarly, the flash takes twice as long to choose his usual seat, eyes lingering on where the man would usually have been sitting before he moves about his day as normal.
your book seems even less interesting today, the story dragging on as the author tries to build suspense that you just can’t seem to bring yourself to focus on. instead, you wonder if he’s okay, you hope he is, dwelling on all of the possible reasons he could have missed the train, because that’s what you assume he did. he must have missed it, his alarm this morning not waking him or construction making him change his usual path to the station. of all the possibilities for his absence, you in no way consider the reality that approaches as you hop off at your usual stop.
he makes his way through the door he would normally exit, boarding the car instead, with a woman following close on his heels. their hands are connected, fingers intertwined, as he pulls her toward his usual seat on the train and he wears the same light blush as when he’d hit his head on the wall. he looks happy and you want to breathe a sigh of relief that he’s okay, but your body refuses to relax at the sight, your stomach turning and heart clenching as you see her beam up at him.
neither of them take any notice of you, too enraptured in the little bubble surrounding them as you make your way toward the rest of your day. something in the back of your mind tells you that you’re not going to have a very good one.
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your day isn’t too extraordinary, the usual tasks and duties taking up your work time, but every so often your mind will drift, as it usually does, to your train companion. unfortunately, instead of the standard admirations of the way he’d worn his hair that day or the opinions on the conversation that you’d parsed from hearing just his half of the phone call, your thoughts seem to be stuck on the way her hand had been firmly captured in his own and the way his eyes had lit up when the woman on his arm had laughed.
as the weeks go on, and his appearances on the train become more infrequent and completely changed by the girl that seems to be his world, you start to consider that this may be your new normal. maybe a regular has shifted into the crowd.
you feel something inside yourself shift in response to this new situation and you try not to harp on it. however, how are you supposed to reconcile something that you weren’t even aware had been happening. when had the boy stood on the platform turned into a crush?
it felt childish to admit, falling for a relative stranger, but it felt even more foolish to realize that she must have been his reason for all those months. that girl was why he took the train, why he was always punctual and bright. maybe you’d purposely ignored the signs, the occasional bouquet and the mention of a jiyoung when on a call, or maybe you’d been too caught up in your own interest, in your own feelings, to realize that he was only a stranger. you didn’t even know his name.
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you’re not even sure how long it had been since you’d seen him on the platform as you approached, your latte in your hand and steps stuttering as you realized that he was there. he looked nice today, more dressed up than you think you'd ever seen him. black tie neat and blazer crisp as he shifted from foot to foot almost nervously. it was hard not to notice the bouquet in his arms, a collection of several different pink flowers wrapped neatly in brown paper, and the container of food from that thai place. you could reason to guess that it was likely her favorite, the portions he’d carried had always been suspiciously small for someone of his stature but you’d never seen a need to analyze that before.
aside from the new surprise that just is seeing him on this platform and taking this train, you’re shocked to find that you can’t see an earbud in his left ear but he also doesn’t appear to be in conversation with anyone. he’s not on the phone, he’s not even reaching into his pocket for his headphones, he’s staring straight ahead at the empty tracks, almost willing the train to arrive faster.
as you approach your usual spot on the platform his eyes flick over to you, sensing movement in his peripheral. you try not to make eye contact, pulling your phone out of your pocket to appear busy.
“hi.”
of all the greetings you’ve ever shared, verbal communication was new. you weren’t anticipating any sort of recognition, as you’d stood further away from him purposely, partly in an effort to avoid any sort of interaction with him.
you didn’t respond aloud, your gaze briefly locking with his as you nod slightly before looking back to the screen of your phone.
he doesn’t seem deterred by your lack of proper response, though, as he takes a step in your direction.
“do you think this is too cheesy?”
his voice is much higher than you’ve heard it previously, when he’s talking with mingi or sending you off to have a good day, and you can hear a nervous shake in the tone.
you venture to glance back up at him, the bouquet in his hands now turned out to you so that you can see the writing on the wrapping paper.
will you be my girlfriend?
the lump that forms in your throat is involuntary and you try to swallow it away as you blink at him.
“it’s cute,” you manage after a moment, trying to avoid further discussion as you quickly return to your phone. maybe you could fish out your own headphones from the depths of your bag.
“i got her favorite too,” he explains with a lift of the takeout container, completely oblivious to the hint that you aren’t in the mood to converse. “i never really liked thai but i don’t mind.”
you bite your tongue to keep from saying anything, urging your brain to ignore the curiosity of what he would prefer instead.
you’re sure that you’ve never been more thankful for the punctuality of the train as it comes quickly into view in the next moment, screeching to a stop in front of you both and cutting off the conversation.
you notice that he makes his way to his usual spot, mrs. blue peeking at him from the corner of her eye before she returns to her latest project.
instead of your usual place, one that wasn’t directly across from him but still too close for whatever your heart was doing right now, you decide to take a different spot, one where you can convincingly be enraptured in the pages of your book while your mind takes in none of the words, too focused on the latest development with your train companion.
you try to think about anything other than the boy with the bouquet but it feels like the length of the ride that you’ve taken for months has suddenly doubled. you’re not sure the doors have ever stayed open this long at each stop, yet each platform is more unusually barren than the last, leaving the car with just the usuals occupying their spots.
at your stop, only you and him are left and you realize that in sitting further away from him you’d managed to sit closer to the door that he would normally exit, both of you almost colliding as you try to fit through the doorway and step out onto the platform.
“have a good day,” he says, and it’s not only different because it’s the first time you’d heard the phrase from him in so long but because his voice is still high and still shaky.
you take a shallow breath, trying to calm the prickling sensation that washes over your skin, and you reply, “good luck.”
you don’t stay to see his reaction, dipping your head and feet leading you in your usual direction. you don’t even realize you were practically jogging until you make it to the bakery almost 10 minutes before you normally would.
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half of your day is spent wondering how it all went for him, your regular duties not nearly as interesting as the turmoil in your heart.
your brain tells you that she obviously said yes, simply based on the brief moments you’d seen of them together, and your heart reasons that you want her to say yes, the smile that she’d put on his face when they were together absolutely mesmerizing, but somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you wish for her to say no. you try to suppress the thought, reasoning that it wouldn’t mean you suddenly had a chance, but the jealousy only continued to fester until you realize that you’d been typing out your internal argument instead of the report you were tasked to start.
you tussle with your feelings for the rest of the day, even as you pack up and make your way to the station in order to head back home for the night. you’re almost too caught up in your head to notice a familiar bouquet in the hands of an even more familiar stranger sat on the bench just off the platform.
you pause when you first notice him, his gaze set firmly on the slightly wilted flowers, eyebrows furrowed in what appears to be a mix of thought and anger, and you try to decide what to do. you could simply walk past and pretend that you hadn’t noticed him, but as you consider that a guilt starts to replace the jealous feeling that had started to manifest earlier in the day. a voice in the back of your mind tells you that you’re responsible, you’d secretly wished for his rejection hadn’t you, but you quiet that voice as you take a deep breath and approach him.
“hi,” you chirp once you’re at the end of the bench and you realize that you don’t know what else to say. you didn’t have any kind of plan.
he looks up at you, eyes wide and a little pathetic to complement the subtle downturn of his lips. you try not to react when he notices it’s you and his expression lifts slightly before dropping back down.
“hi,” he practically whispers, the word heavy and soft as it leaves his lips.
“this seat taken?” you resist the urge to drop your face into your palm as your mouth moves before you can stop it but if he finds the phrase at all awkward he doesn’t comment, only gesturing to the empty space with his hand as a sort of invitation.
you move onto the bench, angling your body to face him and you can’t tell if you imagine him shift to match you or if he’d always been sat on an angle as his gaze moves back to the flowers.
“she said no,” he supplies with a shake of the bouquet and a few petals fall out, one landing in his lap while the rest float to the ground.
you bite your lip as your hand reaches out reflexively but you quickly pull it back in before you can pick the petal from his thigh.
“did she say why?” you ignore the thought that you may be prying, telling yourself that he’d offered the information first.
he lets out a single humorless chuckle as his eyes close. when he opens them he looks up at you once more, gaze and voice noticeably watery as he replies, “she never wanted something serious. she thought it was just always going to be casual.”
a tear makes its way past his waterline and he’s quick to wipe it away with the back of his hand before he drops his gaze to his lap, noticing the petal there and brushing it off.
you try to think of anything else to do aside from just sitting here and watching him cry when you realize that he no longer has the bag of takeout and are reminded of the question you wanted to ask him earlier in the day.
“what’s your favorite?” you ask, cringing slightly for not being clear when he looks up at you with a confused expression.
“uh, food,” you elaborate and he tilts his head slightly as though he’s never heard the question before.
he takes a moment to think, eyes fluttering around the both of you, before he says, “i guess japanese.”
you nod slowly, pursing your lips as it’s now your turn to think.
“great,” you say after a moment, rising from the bench after you check the time, “because i love sushi.”
he quirks his head at you again, this time his face scrunches up in confusion, as he watches you stand and take the bouquet from his hands. he doesn’t bother to try getting it back as you walk toward the edge of the platform, the train coming into view only a moment later.
when you notice that he hasn’t followed you, you look back at him over your shoulder.
“you’re gonna miss your train,” you call to him and he hesitantly follows as you board.
the car is empty today and you breathe a gentle sigh of relief as you anticipate your plan.
only a few seconds after you’ve taken your seat, your train companion steps into the car, still observing you with confusion, although you see a hint of amusement start to take over his features as you gesture to his usual seat.
he says nothing as he sits down, eyes fixed on you to the point that he almost misses his chair, sliding down into the seat with a soft thump.
“if you keep staring at me you’re going to make this immensely harder for me,” you say loud enough for him to hear as you look down at the bouquet in your hands. you take the edge of the brown wrapping paper into your hand, the material considerably more wrinkled than when you’d seen it earlier that day, and start to tear. luckily the writing is on the outer layer and so you can tear it off without causing the arrangement to change.
you can’t see his face but you can imagine the tilt of his head as you work to remove the phrase from the flowers, crumbling up the paper and tossing it into your bag.
as the train comes to the first stop you peek onto the platform and silently thank the universe for urging those taking the train from this station to climb into the other cars, leaving only you and your stranger sat in the plastic seats of the familiar car.
before the train can start to move again you stand, clearing your throat, and you notice him shift slightly as though preparing to get up before you take a few steps and close the distance between you.
you let out a breath as you take the seat next to him, eyes intently connected with his own, before holding the bouquet in front of him.
“hi, i’m y/n and i’ve seen you on the train before,” you start, his eyes eager and round as though trying to convey that he’s listening. “i think you’re really cute and i’d appreciate the chance to take you to din-“ you cut yourself off as you pull out your phone to check the time and you swear the corners of his lips pull up in amusement. “midnight snack,” you conclude, putting your phone away as you turn back to him.
he doesn’t say anything for a moment, eyes just looking into yours as his lips slowly part to reveal a toothy smile.
“preferably japanese,” you add to break the silence, the words barely audible.
without breaking eye contact he takes the bouquet from your hand, his fingers brushing against your own and causing a heat to climb the back of your neck.
“hi,” he starts, placing the bouquet onto the seat on the other side of him, “i’m yunho and i’ve seen you on the train before. i think you’re very cute and i’d be happy to get a midnight snack with you.”
you try to keep the blush from spreading to your cheeks but you give up as you notice yunho’s own ears and face growing pink.
“i just have one condition,” he adds and you cock your head in confusion.
“the snack has to be japanese.”
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Idol!Yunho x staff!Reader: Any Body Can Dance
Summary: A classic Friends to lovers story and basically fluff. Lets say being one of the only young staff and the only Atiny staff makes you catch the eye of the boss who make you a really close friend. But, one of them had a special heart towards you.
A/n: Idk if anyone will read this, but this is one of my first fics so, sorry for any mistakes
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"I thought your work was over" Maddox said as he stood beside you infront of the vending machine. "It is" you said as I grabbed a bottle of chilled lemon tea, and a pepsi.
"Then what are you doing here today? On a Friday evening after your shift?" He asked, I still feel swooned over his brit accent.
"I had nothing better to do, and the boys were practicing, so I was just watching and cheering for them" I said smiled. Maddox had always been like an older brother to me since I started doing a small project for Edenary. That's how I met Hongjoong and the boys, Immediately clicking with the 99 liners, being one myself. But somehow I was closest to Yunho and Wooyoung.
"Aish, Y/n-ah you need to go out, with friends, do some stuff" Maddox said with a big sigh.
"I will, I just don't feel like doing anything today and also I didn't wanna be lonely. And the boys said they didn't mind, and Woo promised food" I said grinning
"That's good but don't stay too late okay?" He said and I nodded and went back my way to the studio. I entered the studio door to find only Mingi, Wooyoung and Yunho. I sat in my designated spot, the three were trying to fix some mis synchronised parts and better a few steps which they feel they were lacking at. The rest had already went home. Soon, Yunho and Wooyoung drop on my both sided and Mingi said a faint good bye, picked his bag, ruffled my hair and ran away. I ran my fingers through their sweaty hairs. I knew these two liked that, specially Yunho, who leaned in like a little puppy. I left Wooyoung's hair and put more attention on Yunho and I heard Wooyoung groan.
"Hey I'm your bias!" He said with a pout.
"So?" I said as Yunho giggled.
"I should get more attention" he said with a cheeky smile and a wink and I went wide eyes, This guy sure knows how to get on my nerves. But the guy didn't stop, he stared deep into my eyes and leaned infront of my face.
"I reget the moment I told you your my bias" I said playfully shoving him off.
"Oh yeah Y/n, I have prepared something for you"
"Really what?" Wooyoung bet me in speaking.
"Y/n, Woo thats me, its my question" I pouted and he came over and hugged me. That's his love language, physical contact, I've gotten used to it, being one of the only staff around their age the members were always comfortable with me.
So Yunho continued "I noticed you are quite obsessed with this song so.." he trailed off and chose a certain song whose music was oh so known to me.
I literally gasped and said "Nooooo!"
And Yunho ran back to the center of the room, and threw in step after step, meeting every beat and rhythm. It was visible he practiced it, he did it with a soft smirk in his face. I kept looking at him in awe. The way he moved his body to meet each beat really made me feel in different ways. I just kept staring at him, while at a point Wooyoung unlatched himself from me and ran to join Yunho in the choreo, and damn was the moment intense. Even I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. It ended and I was awestruck for a few seconds and then I started clapping, I literally stood up and engulfed Yunho in a hug. I dont know why but this gesture of his made me so touched. And Wooyoung dramatically cleared his throat, I just looked at him and signalled him to join in and he hugged the both of us.
As we ate the food Woo order why talking about the randomest stuff and Yunho suddenly said "Y/n lets teach you the routine"
"What do you mean teach me? Why?" I asked not looking up from the food. And suddenly I realised and asked "Wait! Why are you putting me and Dance in the same line? I don't dance!" I said, but that's not true and even Wooyoung knows it, so gave him a look and he shook his head.
"I've seen you doing our Wave choreo with Woo, that day" he said wiggling his eye brows.
"Oh god! I can't I'm embarrassed, its embarrassing" I said hiding behind Woo, "no its not, you're good" Woo affirmed.
"And Anybody can dance, besides, we're not judging you, its just your friends. And Woo's already seen you dance besides, its a two people's choreo anyway" Yunho said shrugging
"Hey thats bias privileges!" Woo added.
But I gave in, I wanted to do it. "Okay lets do this! But go slow okay" I said.
Yunho and Wooyoung stood up and I stood up behind them. I did a bit of stretching as they told me to and I began, Yunho teaching me very carefully. Seems like this was his plan all along. I dip and up and the two idiots cheered.
"Considering you haven't danced in ages. I'd say you are amazing" Woo said.
"Yay! This way we could be ready to show the others in no time" he looked so excited when he said that, damn I can't deny him. "Only if we can shoot it for my private id, you can wear a mask.
"Done" He said.
And I was excited. We practiced quite a bit after that, staying back late, at times Wooyoung would accompany us and at times it would be just me and Yunho. Yunho's affirmations helped me gain my confidence alot.
And finally the day on which we decided to show the other members came. Yunho and I went for shopping the day before, we bought matching sweats and tshirts, with a mask.
It was so fun as Wooyoung, shot our video and I danced off with Yunho, trying to keep up with him, trying to catch every beat just how he taught me. And the boys kept cheering, their cheers only died down in the end as each of them cane in for a hug, telling praises and how they were all shocked.
"We should do this more often I'm bored of dancing with these same idiots for so long!" Yunho said laughing, as Wooyoung literally tackled you in a hug, "You burnt it. How dare you say you can't dance!"
"I can't and your going overboard with the comments" I said
"I'm serious you were good for someone who hasn't danced in as long as you say" Seonghwa came up and said with a wide smile.
"Aww Hwa!" I coo and he opened his arms as I hugged him. "Your such a softy Hwa" I muffled and said.
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3rd Person pov
"So you've been here that long. God, that great!" He told you. You were talking to a staff whom you got to know is from the same country as you and he's also around your age, he is one of the stylists here.
What you didn't know was a pair of eyes watching you closely.
"You'll burn a hole in her head" Hongjoong's voice was heard as he sat down beside an almost fuming Yunho.
"Hyung, she's been talking to him too much. It's- nothing" Yunho stopped mid sentence and sighed. The guys were just taking a break from the practice. You had come to see them for a bit and met this friend on your way out and are now chatting up.
"If that bothers you so much then why dont you make a move?" Seonghwa said sitting in front of him with San at tow.
"Like dude you need to drop hints and play smooth, else how's she gonna know?!" San said
"What if she doesn't like me that way. I think she likes Wooyoung. Like the way they interact and stuff" Yunho said feeling depressed.
"Wooyoung? What makes you think that?" San asked
"He's her bias!”
"Hey I'm also her Bias! That's not even a point here" Seonghwa exclaimed.
"They are so close and all" Yunho tried to reason further.
"Woo is like that with everyone" they stopped to look at Wooyoung forcefully cuddle Yeosang who is trying to break free. "Yunho stop being stupid and tell me. Do you like her?" Hongjoong asked in all seriousness.
"Yes" He answered firmly not even taking a minute to think.
"Then go ask her out" Hongjoong said.
"Okay! Yes!" Yunho said standing up
"Even if you get rejected it would be worth it" San said and made Yunho nervous.
You were about to return back when Yunho called you. "Hey Y/n"
"Hi Yunho. Whats up?"
"Do you wanna go out? Get coffee?" Yunho asked
"You want coffee? Why would we need to go out for that? You wait I'll order all your usuals!" You said cheerfully
"Y/n, Y/n! Wait!" He called out, stopping you by your shoulder before you could rush out.
"I meant that we could go out for coffee, just the two of us" He blurted out and you went still "only if you are comfortable" he added. You felt like you were at a loss of words. Was Yunho 'Asking you out?' you stopped thinking and just nodded your head.
"Wait a moment I'll get my things" He said and you looked down to avoid contact, cause if you'd look up, he'd see how blushed your face was.
You both walked out, both of you wore masks and he wore a bucket hat to add on. Though at first it was awkward, but then as you both kept talking the awkwardness was blown away. You both laughed and talked about different topics, on your way to a cafe that the 9 of you visited often. Its inside an alley and hence not very known or popular. But, the food and the owner were very good and hence you guys became a regular.
"I'm glad you chose to come here" You said as the old lady served you both your beverages.
"Of Course, imagine getting a coffee alone in the cafeteria" Yunho said and laughed.
"Oh God! The staff cannot take that I am close to you guys, as it is" You said.
"Hey! You're like one of the only young staffs. And our only Atiny staff, of course we'd befriend you anyhow" he said. And you couldn't help but grin.
"I need to ask you something" Yunho said suddenly looking into your eyes. His cheeks seemed red, 'was he blushing?' but your train of thoughts were blasted as soon as he launched the question.
"How do you think of us, as in you and me. Non-platonically?" He asked
You felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs. You completely freaked out what to reply "ah.. um" you muttered.
"I haven't ever thought about it, um.. but Well we would match well" and you stopped.
"I'm sensing a but?" Yunho interjected.
"but you're you. And I am me." You said and shrugged.
He looked visibly confused, eye brows knitted "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know. You're an Idol, I am a normal human" you said.
"Why? Does being an Idol make us any less humane?"
"More like a super human" you said cocking an eye brow "We are two worlds. And what if the company doesn't allow and people get to know and"
"Y/n Y/n! Wait. Breath in" he said grabbing both of you hands in his. For some reason that seemed to really calm you. Yes, you've had the hugest crush on Yunho even before you knew him. Watching him from afar with the staff and members warmed your heart, and it increased when you started directly interacting with the boys. But the day you both "performed for the first time" was the day you realised, 'You like him' but never expected any reciprocation, for obvious reasons. This all felt like a dream but its not good for one to dwell in dreams.
"What are you afraid of? Do you like someone else?" He asked. You just shook your head a no.
"Then what are you afraid of? Look at me. Stop looking at your empty cup as if there's a BTS concert going on in it" at that you giggled and looked at him.
Damn, how much you adored those puppy eyes. And how they were looking at you dripping of adoration. "I am insecure okay? Your world is so shiny and full of glamour. I don't fit there Yunho"
"You fit in with my members? Who are also my bestfriends and I guess yours too. Right?" He said in a soft voice and you nodded.
"Don't you think just because we have a different profession it's a bit harsh for you to think we won't fit? And we just need to fit in with each other." He said and realisation hit you. He was right, who cares what the world thinks.
"You're right but, what if you realise that I'm not good enough and-" he again stopped you
"Y/n! First of all, I'd be an idiotic bastard to think that. Second of all, we could just take it slow at your pace. And third of all, even you could find someone better than me. So let all the ifs and buts go and lets go slow, one day at a time okay?" He said.
"Baby steps" you said while nodding and smiled.
"I like you." He finally said.
You just snatched your hands away and hid your face, more like your cheeks, "I like you too" you blurted out. He smiled and removed your hands.
"Let me enjoy your blushed view, okay" he said making you go even more red.
You both parted ways from the cafe, Yunho went his way first and you entered after a good 15 to 20 minutes. You tried your best to not burst out into smiles randomly.
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A week had already passed and things were going well, the members had known and were very happy for you both. You were working when suddenly a notification grabbed your attention.
Golden Puppy 🐶 sent you a message:
Hey. I wanna take you home. Would you wait after shift?
> Sure? When do you get off?
Just 2 hours. You could go down to Studio 3 and wait. Okay?
> Okay 😊
I'll come find you.
You stopped a squeal that was about to leave your throat. You had always imagined this, and this is reality. You just hope that if its a dream, it never ends.
You were done comparatively early, that day so you waited for the other staff to disperse, saying that you had something left. As soon as you saw the coast clear you slowly went towards where the Studios are.
1....2....3.
You hovered a bit before, pushing the door open and peeked in.
"Hey! Y/n! Come in!" You heard San say.
You entered to find, WooSanHwa, inside.
"Hey! WooSanHwa!" You said. Only to hear three if them cringe. You dropped your bag with theirs and dropped to the ground with them.
"Okay so tell me Y/n Cry for me or The Feels choose one?" San asked. This wasn't the first time they asked a question like this, their arguments and you being the argument breaker was a common thing.
"Um.. well both the songs have a different charm, but If it were up to me then I'd choose The feels" you said.
"Yes!" Seonghwa cheered and Woosan groaned.
"Get up! Lets dance?" Hwa stood up to say.
"Whaaaaat?" You asked.
"You danced with Yunho amd even Woo! I deserve, no wait! I demand for my privilege too!”
You stayed silent and thought, whats the odds, they've seen you suck anyways.
"Okay" you said smiling.
"Yay" Seonghwa stood up.
And step by step Seonghwa kept showing you and explaining every step to you. And you kept following him, you couldn't lie Seonghwa really made the steps easier or may be because you knew and saw the choreo many times it's coming better to you. With San and Wooyoung busy playing some battle royal at a corner, time flowed and you didn't even realise it was over 2 hours.
Yunho walked to the Studio to hear music playing, he was more shocked when he saw you hit off the steps to the song with such ease. He wouldn't lie if he said that didn't turn him on a bit on, damn it was hot.
He entered and as soon as your eyes met you winked, he felt his whole body freeze and blood rush to his cheeks. Soon the part of dance ended and you and Seonghwa took a seat.
Yunho was about to rush in for a hug but was pushed away by Wooyoung who bet him to it. And you laughed hard.
"Hey! I'm her boyfriend!" Yunho complained.
"But I'm her bias!” Wooyoung said. "Bias privileges~" he sang and stuck out a tongue. As soon as he left you Yunho grabbed your hand and pulled you to a tight hug.
"Lets go" he murmured and picked up yours and his bag.
He held your hand and as you were about to go towards the exit he pulled you to the parking lot.
"What are we doing here?" You asked
"Why you wanna walk all the way to your apartment?" He asked and unlocked a car.
"Thats Manager nim's car!" You exclaimed
"And? I'm borowing it" he said.
"You asked right?" You made sure
"Babe this is not a drama! Of course I asked" he said.
"Good. What did you tell him?" You asked.
"What do you mean? What did I tell him? I told him that I wanna drop you home" he said shrugging.
"WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED TO NOT TELLING ANYONE?!" you ask almost shouting.
"You told him! And that is why today morning he was giving me that smile! Oh god!" You spoke again face palming.
"it's okay! It's important for him to know okay?" He said assuring you. The rest of the drive went on discussing various things that happened to the both of you along the day. As he pulled pulled near your building.
"Thank you for dropping me" you said exiting the car.
"Wait!" He called out and left the car as well. You saw him open his arms. You couldn't help but coo at his cuteness and run to his arms
His smell intoxicated you and his warmth wanted to make you stay forever.
"Y/n?" He mumbled still holding up. And you looked up.
"You looked so hot dancing today" he commented looking down at you. You blushed under his sight, and Yunho felt blissful. And suddenly, he bent down and pecked you lips and smirked.
"Sorry I had to I-" he started but you stopped him by pulling him down by his collar for another kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist as he smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer. It felt as if his lips melted against yours, that felt like home. Both of your mouths moved against each other in such sync and you laced your arms behind his neck. And you both finally parted because, oxygen.
"Good Night Yu" you said with a slight blush on your cheeks and rushed inside. Once the elevator door was closed. You looked at your reflection and touched your lips. Man! Was that real? Is he even real?! You thought
Meanwhile, Yunho stood there for a good 1 minute, dazed, then he smiled to himself and got in the car and drove away.
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Jeong Yunho x Reader: Hair Do?
Summary: Parenting a child alone is tough. Yunho mostly manages the most but problems arise when his daughter comes home crying that her friends were laughing at her hair style. Lucky for him, you, a hairstylist were his neighbours.
A/n: Yunho.. 🔥... Dad Yunho...🔥🔥🔥 There's an easter egg which you would find if you've read my other Ateez fics (its a certain character). Anyways send an ask if you figure it out.
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"No papa. This looks so bad" Sarang whined. And Yunho felt like hitting his head on the faucet as his 5 year old sat on the sink, whining about her pigtails. "Sarang-a I told you that day to get a pretty hair cut instead. Daddy doesn't know how to do hair" he tried to reason with her. "Daddy needs to learn doing hair. When Sarang does not know something daddy says learn. Daddy learn!" She said. He just nodded and said "okay, if Sarang listens to daddy today, then daddy will learn"
She seemed to ponder on the thought and finally nodded. Yunho finally managed to leave the apartment on time. He smiled at his neighbour on his way.
"Hi Sarang" she chirped. "Hi Y/n unni!" She replied, grinning. "ah. Um. Mr Jung, can I… um" Y/n fumbled.
"Yes?" He said confused and then noticed Y/n looking at Sarang's pigtails and he scratched his neck shyly. "May I?" Y/n asked and Yunho immediately sighed in relief and said a small "sure".
Y/n place her bag on the ground and kneeled down to Sarang's level and started fixing her hair. After being done, she pulled out her phone and showed it to her and Sarang cheered in joy. The two walked off and Y/n watched them with a smile.
She walked into her apartment to find her best friend Mika on the couch. "What took you so long?" She asked, to which Y/n explained what had happened.
"So that's the cute child and the hot neighbor you always talk about?"
"Cute child, yes, but I never said Mr Jung is hot," you said. "So you're telling me he isn't hot?" She said, while following you inside your room. "Of course he is.." you answered and she went "hah!". "Mika. No." You warned. "Fuck. Yes" she said. "His wife died!" You said, trying to make reasons.
"Yes, four years ago" she said. "How do you know that?" You asked in surprise, "you've told me!" She defended. "Y/n, he could be interested in you. And what's with this Mr Jung?" She asked. You shrugged and said "I don't know, he just calls me Mr L/n" you said and Mika shook her head.
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In Office
"Dude you were almost late" Seonghwa chided
"At least I'm not late," Yunho said and walked off to his work.
Later at lunch Seonghwa found him watching hair tying tutorials. "What's up? New demands?" He asked. "She wants daddy to learn how to do hair," Yunho said. Seoghwa laughed and patted the younger's head. "What's up?" They both looked to see Wooyoung. "Nothing just a dad tryna meet his daughter's demands" Seonghwa said as the third male sat down. "Are all the meeting materials ready? This one is really very important" Wooyoung asked Yunho who nodded and said "I think we'll get the deal, if everything goes well-" and before he could complete his phone started ringing. "It's Sarang's school" he said and picked up the call. He spoke for a while and hung up. "I didn't know they had a half day today, I missed the notice, the meeting is in 20 minutes. Fuck! What should I do?!" He said, holding his head. "Wait. Wait. Let us think" Seonghwa mediated. "Hey! My girlfriend could help out, she's free today!" Wooyoung said. "Would she really?" Yunho asked, he knew Wooyoung's Girlfriend, she had helped him on many occasions before. "She loves kids and she loves Sarang. I literally fell in love with her after I watched her babysitting Kyungmin. She was so-" Wooyoung was interrupted by Seonghwa, "We know, we know, call her, please"
"Oh yeah" Wooyoung said and called his girlfriend. "Hey babe, can you pick Sarang from her school and look after her?..... Okay… Okay! Thank you so much babe!" He hung up and said "Yunho, send her the school details and tell Sarang's class teacher" Wooyoung said and Yunho nodded. "I owe her a big one," he said. "Don't worry about it" Wooyoung assured.
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Near school
"Are you here to pick up Sarang?" The teacher asked. "Yes," Mika replied, "Wait. Sarang?" Y/n asked in shock. "Mika, Wooyoung's friend's daughter's name is Sarang?!" Y/n asked, still in shock. "You know Sarang? Oh my god! Yunho is your neighbor! How come I never thought of it?" Mika said and as Sarang came running calling "Mika sukmo (aunty)!!!" And hugged her legs. "Y/n Unni?!" She then noticed you, "Hello Sarang" you said, patting her head as she smiled widely at you.
"So I got sukmo and she's unni?" Mika grumbled.
So, Sarang, Mika and you walked to your apartment and had fun, eating, watching Frozen when Y/n's doorbell rang.
"Dude I still can't believe you call Y/n, Ms L/n" Wooyoung said as he walked inside your house like its his own, even though its his first time visiting your house.
"Where is Sarang?" He asked. You pointed towards the couch where Sarang was watching Elsa sing Let it go. "Was she good?" He asked and you replied "She's a very good child, Mr Jung. You're a good father" you said. "I think we can come on a first name basis now? Call me Yunho?" He asked, offering a charming smile and you returned it.
"Right? I never knew Yunho lived here" Mika said as Wooyoung added how shocked he was to know that you were Yunho's neighbor all this while. And the two of you shook your heads.
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Few days later in the Morning
"Morning Yunho" you smiled, "Morning Y/n" he said as your eyes met and you both offered a smile.
You were in the kitchen when you heard whines from outside, you went up to the door and opened it, because the voice sounded like Sarang.
"Daddy promised a nice hair style!" She stomped. "Sarang please, daddy has important work in the office" Yunho, trying to yet again reason with his 5 year old and looked at Sarang. His eyes almost cried for help but he was too shy to ask for it right away and he looked away.
"Yunho, why don't I fix Sarang's hair and drop her. I don't have work yet so I'll manage" Y/n said.
"No, I can't ask that of you, '' Yunho said grimacing.
"Yunho. It's not a big deal, styling is my job and I am free" she assured him. He took a sigh and glanced at his watch, and said "okay. Thank you so much" he said and kneeled to Sarang's level "is it okay if Y/n does your hair and take you to school?" And she nodded excitedly. "Be a good girl okay?" He said patting her head and after thanking her again he was about to walk away when Y/n stopped him as saud "you can ask for help if you'd like. You don't necessarily have to be alone" to which Yunho nodded. Y/n took Sarang in and quickly did her hair into a pretty double braid. "Unni?" Sarang called as you made her braid. "Can you do my hair everyday?" The baby asked. Y/n didn't know how to react to that and said "we'll ask papa about that okay?" And Sarang nodded. Dropping Sarang to school was not even a hassle. You were driving back, when you received a call and went to work.
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"So you do her hair everyday now?" Mika asked and you nodded. "You all also have dinner together while watching Tangled with his 5 year old" she asked yet again and you nodded. "What are you two?" She asked again and this time you said "We're just friends Mika. What do you mean?". "Friends?! Friends don't eye each other like that?! Yunho sighed when he saw you laugh at Mingi's joke. You should have seen his face when Mingi gave your ice-cream order when you were in the washroom and claimed he knows you as well as I do" all this information seems too good to be true.
"You read them wrong. Cause how come we spend so much time together and he never made one move on me?" You said and the two of you shut up. That was when you heard the very drunk Wooyoung giggle. Yes, Yunho and Mika invited you to their monthly friends' get-together dinner. You already knew Mingi through Mika, and you met San and Yeosang as well. "He likes you~" Wooyoung said and giggled from the back seat. "He is just nervous because being with him also involves Sarang" he said in a sing song manner. "But Sarang loves her and Y/n loves Sarang!" Mika told her drunk boyfriend. "That's what we told him,'' Wooyoung said and passed out, with a dumb smile on his face. Thus, a plan was made
A few days later, in the evening you walked up to his foor and when he opened you asked "Yunho, do you wanna go out for dinner with me?"
"I would but Sarang is not home, Mika invited her to have a sleepover with her niece and nephews" he explained. "Yunho, I am asking YOU out" you repeated, almost taken aback, now you felt nervous, were they wrong?
"Oh. Um. su-yes. Yes. Lets I- I will see you in fif-fifteen minutes" he stuttered and bowed and closed the door.
You smiled to yourself and muttered "cute".
You and Yunho walked to a near by snack bar and ordered. "So you know Mika since college?" He asked and you nodded. "We met in our elective art class in the first week" you said. "And Mingi?" He asked. "I met him through Mika and we became good friends" you said smiling at your fond memories. "So when did you both… um… get together?" He asked and you choked on your food. "Hey! Are you okay?" He got up and came to your side immediately patting your back. "Me and Mingi? Where did you get that idea from?" You asked, finally looking at him. He was taken aback and fumbling with his words, man he was so cute when he got nervous "No- he just. The way he reacts, it's just-" he was interrupted by your laugh. "Yunho, no. We aren't a thing, it's just a thing he does to tease Mika cause she declares she knows me better than my mother. Besides, why would I ask you on a date if I were with Mingi!" You said squinting your eyes. "We're on a date?" He repeated "wait Yunho, I thought I made myself clear when I asked you out. Fuck. Did I make you uncomfortable?" You asked. "No. But thank you for clarifying. I'm glad you asked me. Sorry my senses have blunted, I haven't done this in a while, since I got together with my wife." He said smiling. "What was your wife like?" You asked, "she was really brave and kind and one of the most amazing women I met. She loved me and Sarang" he said. "You love her alot too" you said looking down at your hands on the table, almost feeling bad for your decision and yourself. You felt Yunho reach for your hand and said "this feels nice, thank you. I have been meaning to ask you out on a date but I was chickening out" Yunho admitted, making you smile and blush. "You know, dating wasn't really an option, with Sarang and work, together." He said. "She's a very sweet girl and you've been doing such a good job with her. But you do know that you deserve to get out there too you know, let loose a little bit. You're not alone and I would love to help you with Sarang" you said, your sincerity shining in your eyes and Yunho smiling at you. "You are a blessing to me," he said.
He was surprised how you do it, how you understand him and Sarang so well, before you know they became a daily part of your life as you become theirs. It's been 4 months and now Sarang has a drawer in your closet and her Mr Dolphin for when she naps at your place. You also had a drawer in Yunho's closet for things you might need or left when you spent the nights over. It took him 3 more months and an almost beating from Mika for him to get the courage and ask you to be his girlfriend. It's beyond saying that you said yes and Sarang was more than happy to have her Y/n unni over more often.
Soon that dreaded day came on Yunho's life, his wife's death anniversary. He was shocked when he found some daisies on the dining table, your ex-wife's favorite flowers. He almost cried when you offered to go with him to her grave. You stood there that day and promised her to love Sarang as your own and to make sure these two are always taken care of. You felt glad that Yunho brought you with him, somehow this year, Yunho didn't cry, didn't feel broken, he thought the wound his ex-wife's passing brought him will never be healed but it is little by little with you. He held your hand and promised to never let go of you to never let anything hurt you.
A few weeks later you received a call from Sarang's school that she wanted you to go get her. You talked to your boss and took time off to pick up Sarang from school. Her eyes were red hair was a mess, there was chewing gum stuck to her hair. Seeing her state pained you, she was so quiet, you called her name twice but she turned her head away, indicating she doesn't want to speak yet. All you knew was she had a fight in school, according to her homeroom teacher. You reached your apartment building and slowly slipped into Yunho's apartment with Sarang in your lap.
You made her sit on the couch and finally asked in the softest voice you could muster "do you wanna talk Sarang? You don't have to, you can just tell me what you need me to do for you?" You reached out for her and she let you hold her shoulder. She looked at you with her big eyes filled with tears and then rushed into your arms, her little hands hugging your neck.
"They said mean things about ma, dad and you. They said I look hideous and spoiled my hair" you did have the chance to look earlier but now that you see the gum was stretched across a few sections of her hair.
"Don't cry baby, it can be fixed, you are the prettiest girl that there is out there" you said, "do you want me to call daddy?" You asked, reaching out for your phone and she vigorously shook her head no. "No no, daddy will scold me for fighting" she started sobbing into your shirt again. "Sarang, love, daddy won't scold you, but if you don't want it, I won't call him. But you will tell him once he comes home okay?" You said and she nodded.
"Can you fix my hair?" She asked, sniffing hard and smiled and nodded. You had your stuff and hair kit in your purse as you just came from work so you pulled them out and took her to the washroom. You first gave her a warm bath and then untangled her hair, minimally chopping the parts with the gum. Then giving her a hair cut her hair was shorter than before now. The smile she flashed at you when you said it was done was priceless. "I look pretty," she said and hugged you. By the time it was 7pm both your and Sarang's nerves were wracking. The clock turned 8 but still no sign of Yunho, while he should have been home an hour ago. It was after 9 when you were preparing dinner that Yunho walked in, he looked tired. "Hi" he greeted you with a back hug and hearing the door Sarang walked in. "Sarang didn't go to the day care? You brought her straight home? Did you get off early or somethi-" he stopped when he looked at Sarang and just said "Y/n can you step out with me for a moment?" You turned around in confusion and nodded. You put the stove in low heat and walked out with Yunho, he looked like he was fuming that was something so unlike him. Of course you've had misunderstandings and quarrels but he never looked this mad. "You cut Sarang's hair" Yunho asked, "Yes she wanted it and needed it. Sarang will-" before you could complete Yunho interrupted you raising his voice "You couldn't even asked me or tell me? How could you just decide she needed it?!" He asked sternly. "I-Sarang-" you mumbled, "You can't just decide these kind of things! You're supposed to ask me, you're not her mother" he said and his eyes went wide so did yours. Tears stung your eyes and Yunho saw the hurt behind them, but it was done, the words were out there, already been said. "You're right, I'm not" you said and rushed to his apartment to gather your bag and phone and walked out. "No Y/n- wait" he tried to say but he had said enough and you were done listening, walked into your apartment and threw off the bag on the couch and crumbled down in tears. How could he say that, you loved Sarang, you knew you were not her mother, but she loves you and you love her as if your own. You love him like nobody else.
Yunho cursed into his pillow, he had two important people in his life, and he hurt one of them, he hurt the person he promised he'd protect. "Daddy why are you crying? Where is Y/n unni?" Sarang asked as she walked in his room, the room him and Y/n shared for the past few months. He didn't even notice he was crying until Sarang pointed out. "Daddy messed up bad Y/n will hate daddy now" Yunho said. Suddenly something struck Sarang's mind and she started telling Yunho what had happened today at school as Y/n has told her to. Yunho was stunned, he burst at you even without knowing why you did what you did. He felt more guilty, he remembered from the time that he and you went for your first date. He couldn't let you go, he won't! He will win you back.
Mika almost threw a bottle of tomato sauce at him when she saw him. Thank god Wooyoung calmed her down so they could talk. It's been 3 days since the fight, he and you ran into each other yesterday, you greeted Sarang and walked away, not even sparing a glance towards Yunho. So the plan was set, Mika forced you to get dressed and go to this cafe she wanted to take you too. You were sitting when she said she'll come from the washroom. Suddenly, you see a very familiar figure run to you and instantly cling to you. "I missed you'' she said, "I miss you too Sarang. Why are you here? Where is Yunho?" You asked. "I came running to you Mommy" she said and you choked on your saliva. "What did you call me?" You asked shocked. "Mommy. Sarang's Mommy" she said, hugging you and you held her. "Yes, Sarang's mommy" you heard the voice from behind you, and looked behind to find Yunho sitting on one knee and your eyes went wide. "Don't worry I'm not proposing, not yet, not for marriage I mean-I" he stopped and took in a long breath. "Y/n you have been an immense support of me for the last 9 months, and I stick to my words, you truly are a blessing to me. I know what I said was offensive but I never meant it. Today when I asked how Sarang would feel on this matter, the smile on her face said how important you are to her, not only to Sarang but also to me. I see a future with you. So, here I have a promise ring and a promise, to never hurt you, to try my best to be your comfort and pillar as you are for me. I promise" he said, eyes on you, he was really sincere, you shook your head and just rushed to hug him. The truth is, you missed him like crazy, the past few months, you've grown used to being and even sleeping with him so you couldn't even sleep properly at night without the warmth of Yunho beside you. He immediately wrapped his arms around you "I'm taking that as a yes?" He said, just to make sure and you lighty punch his chest and laugh. "Sarang" you called her and extended your arm and she joined you two. "Finally!!!" You heard and found Mika, Wooyoung and Mingi with little poppers and Yunho slid the ring on your finger.
Yes, you finally moved in and Sarang was so happy. You both divided chores, sometimes Yunho would do your part if he sees you stressed. Of course his monthly haircuts were now given by you, he'd even let you dye his hair. Sarang was happy to have a mom now.
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So here you are with your bridesmaids Mika and Flower boy (Mika and Wooyoung's son) walking down the aisle to get wed to the love of your life. His eyes glisten as he saw you walking towards him, his best man, Wooyoung beside him and Sarang the ring bearer with him. You were ready for your forever.
It's been 3 years since and today, it's your wedding day. It would have been a year ago but you had a difficult time convincing your parents. They were originally a bit apprehensive towards the idea of marrying 'a man who has a child' but when they finally agreed to him and Sarang, then saw the three of you together they agreed, they just wanted you to be happy.
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Masterlist
Pretty Please - Jeong Yunho
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.275
Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), Rough Oral sex, Face-Fucking, Verbal Degradation, Hair-pulling, Name-calling, Praise, Manhandling, Facial, Cum-play, Possessive behavior, Sex on camera, Face-slapping.
“He needs to have you.
To see you under him and remind you of your place. “
smut under the cut
There’s something about him.
About Yunho.
It's probably the way he starts to undress when he's angry or nervous.
Not necessarily with you, but in this case, I imagine you may have made him angry or even jealous.
Maybe because he saw you talking to Seonghwa. You two laughing together and being so close.
He feels a little threatened, or more than anything, he's so possessive that he can't imagine or think of seeing you close to anyone else: you're his.
His, and only his.
You belong to him.
You've come home after talking and having a small fight in the car.
You know he's jealous, and you've already explained to him that he has no reason to be.
He trusts you, he really does.
Yunho would never think of you as a cheater or doubt the love that he knows you have for him. Still, it’s like an itch.
He needs to have you.
To see you under him and remind you of your place.
As soon as you step inside your house, you try to speak.
"Shut up," he growls.
You startle, but nod.
A faint "sorry" still escapes you.
He raises an eyebrow.
"Quiet," he retorts.
As he takes off his jacket and throws it on the floor, he looks at you.
His gaze so deep and dark that you can feel the weight of it on your skin.
"On your knees," Yunho orders you.
You fall on the ground.
You look up at Yunho from below.
He towers over you, running a hand through his hair.
He unfastens his belt. He grabs a part of it and uses it to stroke your cheek.
To caress it, and you feel the smell of leather filling your nose and making you dizzy with it.
It’s addicting.
Then, catching you off guard, he uses it to slap you.
You gasp and flinch.
You move your knees and get closer to him.
He unzips his pants. You watch, lost in every little movement he makes.
Yunho’s hands moving, his rings shining under the dim light of the room.
"M-more..." you whisper.
He laughs.
He does it while taking off his shirt.
Then, his gaze becomes much darker.
"What do you say?"
You gasp.
“P-please, more..."
He satisfies you.
He uses the belt to slap you again, and the shiver that runs through your body is so damn dirty.
So perverse, and you want more.
You need more.
Yunho reads it in your eyes as he rubs the belt on your closed lips.
Then, he grows tired of your silly little game. He wants more.
He needs more.
"Do you want my cock?" he asks.
You nod, grabbing onto his pants with your hands. You want it so much.
"Whose? Mine? Or maybe this whore would like anyone's cock, huh? Will any cock do, little slut?"
You shake your head, desperate.
Tears in your eyes, you deny it.
You deny it because it's only him you want. Only Yunho can have you.
"N-no! No, only yours. P-please. I only want you, o-only want Yuyu’s cock..."
He smiles.
He grabs his phone from the back pocket of his pants.
Yunho’s opens the camera, and you widen your eyes. You don't stop. You keep begging him.
"Your tongue," he says. "Stick out your tongue."
You do it. You look at him, your tongue out and drops of saliva running down from it.
He touches himself over his boxers, finally abandoning his pants to his ankles.
Then, he lowers them too. His cock collides with your face, hard and shiny.
The red and wet tip pulsates in front of your lips. In front of your tongue.
He holds the camera while, grabbing himself, he rubs his cock on your face.
On your cheeks, on your lips, until he slams it several times on your tongue.
"Kiss it," he orders.
You kiss it. You kiss his cock, licking it all the way. You go down, licking every part of him.
“Good girl. Show me how much you like it. Make out with my cock, slut.”
Yunho’s words sting you in the best way possible. They make your panties even wetter and your pussy even needier.
You follow his orders, because how could you not?
You lick it, you rub your tongue all over the shaft of his cock, making it as messy as possible for him.
"You’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you? Do you like it? Do you want it in your mouth?"
You nod, desperate.
“Then ask nicely for it,” Yunho grunts, pushing your head down.
“P-please. Pretty please, M-may I? May I have it?”
He doesn’t answer, he just forces the tip of it in your mouth and touches the rest of his cock while you keep him warm, recording the scene.
"Say my name. Look at the camera and say my name, princess."
You look up. Going back up his length, you repeat his name like a litany.
You beg him, telling him how much you want him.
"This mouth is mine, isn't it? Just a warm hole for me to fuck, little one. Don't worry," he whispers.
Yunho strokes your hair.
He finally sinks into your mouth. All the way down.
He pushes his cock against your tongue and down, until it collides with your throat.
"I'll fill you up, I'll fill this slutty hole up. Suck it, and don't you dare look away. Look at the camera while you choke on my cock, Y/n," you hear him moan.
It's all so damn dirty.
You gasp and moan.
You whine with your mouth full of his cock.
Your mouth stretched out, you feel the pain of it in you cheeks.
You take it all: you lick it and taste the salty flavor.
You let Yunho use you and let the tears fall from your eyes.
You never look away from the camera.
You put on a good show for him, clenching your legs as you think about him touching himself over the footage, or showing it to his friends.
He fucks your mouth for a while. Until he starts to feel pleasure slipping out of his control.
"Where do you want it? In your mouth or on your face?” he manages to say.
In response, you step back and stick out your tongue, using your hand to bring him to his peak.
He grabs your hair and pulls it forcefully.
It hurts.
It hurts so good.
"Say it. If you want my cum on your face, you have to ask for it like a polite little girl," he growls.
You tremble and his body is seized by spasms: he is close. So close.
"C-cum on my face," you plead.
You say it proudly, almost smiling.
"F-fuck!"
White spurts cover your tongue.
Yunho’s cock throbs in your hands, and he comes abundantly on your face, again and again.
It’s sticky and salty and such a comfortable weight on your flushed face.
It drips down your cheeks and lips, and you move your tongue to collect as much of his cum as you can.
He helps you: rubbing his thumb on your face and feeding it to you.
“You better not waste it, baby. I made it for you, didn’t I?” Yunho says with a fucked out expression and a smirk on his pretty face.
Every drop is fed to you and pushed between your swollen lips, and you drink it all.
When you’re all cleaned up and with a full tummy, Yunho turns the camera.
He kneels in front of you and kisses you.
"You’re the only one I love, you know?" you ask.
"I know."
KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH
Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.
WORD COUNT | tba
NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network
KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH
Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.
WORD COUNT | tba
NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet
KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH
Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.
WORD COUNT | tba
NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet
like a dream
masterlist
pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader x song mingi
w.c.: 2.7k
tags: smut, fluff, newly-established poly relationship
with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream.
A/N: thank you so much for the request!! this was my first time writing mingi and I enjoyed every second of it ^^ this fic made me experience every emotion known to man-- I was screaming, crying, debating with myself in the mirror, howling at the moon- ahem. anyway. happy reading!! (´ ∀ ` *)
nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞
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warnings: dom!yungi, sub!reader, fingering (f), unprotected sex (👎🏼), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, size kink (of course), some begging, drooling, sloppy kisses, nicknames (baby, darling, sweetheart, good girl, sweet girl), yunho's a little mean, and a tease, mingi is whipped, WHIPPED, some L bombs were dropped at the end, this is just straight up smut so don't come at me for the lack of an intro (￢_￢;)
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“Yunho, please,” you whined, voice breathy.
“What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered back.
The lamp in the corner of the living room cast warm hues over Mingi’s face, creating angular shadows under his eyes and cheekbones. His lips were parted, shallow breaths blowing against your heated skin, moving closer to press feathery kisses to your jawline. Your palm glided over his toned torso, down his chest and over his perked-up nipples to reach the prominent tent in his sweatpants. A wave of warmth rushed to your core upon hearing Mingi’s choked moan when you cupped his bulge, squeezing your palm around the outline of his cock to revel in the sound again.
Yunho pressed himself to your back, his long fingers curling deliciously into your g-spot. Your thighs shook where they straddled Mingi’s, your hips pushing back to meet Yunho’s insistent thrusts. His other hand wrapped around you to grab your jaw, twisting your face until he could meet your eyes.
“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”
You shuddered as his husky tone reverberated in your ear, closing your eyes for a few seconds to take in the pleasure his fingers were sending up your spine before he gave your head a firm shake. You blinked your eyes open, working your palm harder over Mingi’s hard length as you answered Yunho’s question.
“Want Mingi to fuck me,” you whispered. “please, Yunho, can he?”
“I don’t know, sweet girl...” a smirk tugged at Yunho’s lips and he stared at the man slumped against the backrest under you, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth and his eyebrows knitted while you gave his clothed bulge the attention he desperately wanted. Mingi looked up at the older man and tried to make sense of his words through the haze of pleasure fogging up his brain. “What do you say, Mingi? Do you think you can fit in this tight cunt?”
“Uh-huh, yeah, fuck. Please, Yunho,” Mingi looked up at the other man, his eyes teary and glazed over with lust while his cock throbbed under your palm. “She can take it. Right, jagi?”
You nodded desperately, scrambling to undo the drawstrings on Mingi’s sweatpants before tugging on the waistband. Yunho scissored his fingers inside you, once, twice, before pulling out completely and swatting your hands away, pulling down Mingi’s bottoms himself until his cock sprung out and slapped against his lower belly.
You gawked at the length, the tip red and angry, leaking translucent precum over his smooth skin.
“Intimidated?” Yunho whispered into your ear, to which you gave a slight nod. “I wanna watch Mingi fill up this pretty pussy,” he gave your clit a firm tap. “can you do that for me?”
You nodded again, sliding your folds up his length until you reached the tip, watching as Mingi held himself up by the base and helped you position yourself over him. Yunho stood back, taking in the sight of you sliding down Mingi’s cock, taking him inside your fluttering heat – inch by inch – until he was fully sheathed within your walls. It burned, but Mingi’s head rolled back against the cushion and his mouth parted to allow a hearty moan exit, the sound gravelly and erotic. His eyes were scrunched shut, the hands gripping your hips promising blossoming bruises the next day. A string of drool streamed from the corner of his mouth and down his chin, and you leaned forward to lick it off his face.
You ground your hips experimentally, Mingi’s cockhead brushing over the spot that made your eyes roll back. “Mingi-”
“Fuck, (y/n), if you move I’ll cum,” he warned, lifting his head up to gaze at you through lidded eyes. But you rolled your hips again, a sly smile playing at your lips for a few seconds as you watched Mingi struggle – his eyes fluttered shut once again and a shiver shook his body, his hands digging into your hips in a failed attempt to keep you still.
Slender fingers wrapped around your waist, warm lips pressing against the shell of your ear and Yunho’s voice took over your senses once again. “Enough, sweetheart. We’ve waited far too long for this for it to end so soon,” he muttered, pressing a tender kiss to your jawline.
You looked down at Mingi guiltily, but the eyes that stared back at you were brimming with fondness. “Come here,” he cupped the back of your neck and lowered your head to press his lips to yours, keeping them there for a few seconds before poking his tongue out to taste you. You felt the fingers holding your waist slip away and a body plop down on the couch beside you, but Mingi finally thrusted up into your aching cunt and your mind turned to jelly.
He patted your hip before squeezing it, urging you to move at your desired pace. With your hands flat against his chest, you lifted your hips until only his cockhead remained encased within your tight heat before slamming back down, swallowing the whispered string of curses Mingi expelled into your mouth. Leaning back, you cupped the side of his face, running your thumb over his plush bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, grunting when you teasingly clenched around him, sensing him adjust his position.
With another squeeze to your hips, Mingi began thrusting up into you, sucking your thumb into his mouth for a few seconds before letting it go, panting heavily while relentlessly driving his cock into your sopping heat.
“How does she feel, Mingi-ah?” Yunho’s voice wavered, his hand palming over the obvious tent in his pants.
“Fucking amazing,” a groan vibrated past Mingi’s parted lips as he pumped his cock into you, angling his thrusts directly into your g-spot and occasionally licking over the pad of your thumb that was slowly straying out of his mouth, smearing saliva down the side of his face.
Yunho reached out a hand to flick your nipple, pinching it between two fingers then soothing it with gentle back-and-forth strokes of his thumb. “Mm,” he hummed. “Make sure to get her all nice and wet for me. Fill her all the way up, yeah?”
Mingi made a sound of approval and your eyes rolled to the back of your head – something about the way they talked about you as though you weren’t present made the pleasure building up in your lower belly even more mind-numbing. But when you peeked at their faces, they looked back at you with stars in their eyes, awestruck as they watched you bounce on Mingi’s cock. The succession of breathy ah’s escaping your lips, the sheen of sweat reflecting the orange hues of the lamp, the way your nails left red streaks over Mingi’s chest; your very being weaved itself into their psyche, as though you had placed a spell on them, forever tying their souls to you.
“Gonna cum,” Mingi mumbled, sliding his hand down to your drenched folds and circling two fingers around your clit.
He pulled your hips down until you were stuffed full of his cock, your body locking up as he painted your walls white, Mingi’s warmth paired with his insistent fingers over your clit sending over the edge with him. The dim room darkened further, your features contorting when your orgasm finally washed over you. Mingi’s lips pressed against yours to swallow up your broken moans, expelling his own into your mouth when you clenched around him, trapping his cock inside as it spurt out the last of his load, leaving him a twitching mess between your walls.
The kiss turned soft – the slow dancing of lips while a ballad played in your head, tender touches grazing each other’s skin while heaving chests met and parted between your bodies. You missed the hurried shuffling beside you followed by the muted thuds of clothes hitting the floor, too entranced by the plushness of Mingi’s mouth moulding against your own, his palm rubbing soothing lines over the length of your spine.
Hasty fingers gripped your hips, startling you away from Mingi’s touch as Yunho pulled you off the man and lifted your hips, disregarding the whine you emitted when cum began to seep out of your fluttering hole. He pressed his cock between your folds, sliding it through the sticky mess and groaning as his neglected cock finally got some attention. “Are you ready for me, darling?”
It took you a few seconds to process what was happening, still dazed by the force of your first orgasm. “One second,” you whispered while adjusting your position, digging your knees into the couch cushions and grabbing onto Mingi’s shoulders. The man under you held your waist, staring up at you with so much fondness it made you blush. You quickly looked back at Yunho, hoping the younger man didn’t notice the heat tinting your cheeks. “Please,” you wiggled your hips back at him.
Yunho breathed out a laugh, positioning himself at your entrance. “You’re killing me,” he muttered as he pushed in, the blend of Mingi’s cum and your arousal making the slide easy.
You slumped down against Mingi’s while your walls worked to accommodate Yunho’s cock, squeezing around him as he bottomed-out inside you. He bent at the waist to rest his forehead between your shoulder blades, his hot breath blowing against the slick skin. “Fuck, (y/n), I’m not gonna last,” you felt his lips move over your spine. “You have to relax, baby.”
Sucking in a deep breath, you did as he said, rocking your hips back against him experimentally, the soft moan that echoed from behind you spurring you into repeating the motion. Yunho was in heaven, the woman he’d wanted for so long was finally his – his to love, his to touch, his to hold. He ground his hips into yours, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, watching how your back tensed and relaxed as pleasure seared through your veins every time his cock split you open. You reached for Mingi, pushing your parted lips together while Yunho straightened up to watch his cock enter you.
Fingers tangled into the hair at your crown and pulled you off Mingi, pressing you flush against Yunho’s chest and securing you there with an arm around your waist. He adjusted his arm to grab a fistful of your breast, brushing his finger over the perked-up nipple while he pistoned his cock into your dripping cunt.
“I didn’t wait this long to have you so you could slobber over Mingi while I fuck you,” he growled in your ear, lifting a knee up onto the couch next to Mingi’s thigh. “Now be a good girl and show him how you’re gonna cum on my cock, yeah?”
You nodded desperately, locking eyes with the man under you while Yunho sped up his thrusts, the lewd melody of skin-on-skin resounding between the four walls. Mingi’s palms glided over your thighs, from your knees to your hips then back down, subtly squeezing the soft flesh along the way before repeating the routine. His fingers dipped between your legs, cupping your cunt to feel Yunho’s length stretching you open.
“Fuck, she’s taking you so well,” he cursed, flicking your clit with his thumb to the rhythm of Yunho’s thrusts, whining pathetically at the praise.
“Do you like it when we tell you what a good girl you are?” Yunho purred, untangling his fingers from your hair to grab your jaw. He twisted your face to look at you, leaning forward to slot his lips against yours before dipping his tongue inside to lick over the roof of your mouth. Your whimpers and moans came out muffled, Yunho’s lips pressing harshly against your own as he neared his release, his cock hammering into you until the room around you blurred. “I’ve thought about having you like this for so long, (y/n). Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he whispered against your lips.
Your thighs shook violently, and you would’ve fallen over Mingi if it weren’t for Yunho’s secure hold on your waist. Compared to your first high – Mingi guiding you over the edge and into a warm field of ecstasy – your second was more like a shockwave, curling your body as painful pleasure sent your nerves into overdrive, beads of sweat trickling down your temples and a blazing flush spreading over your skin. You shook in Yunho’s arms, a staccato of moans – broken and high-pitched – ripping through your chest as he continued his brutal pace, chasing his own high while elongating yours. A string of curses followed by a succession of your name sounded behind you, and warmth expanded through your belly. Grinding his hips into yours, Yunho milked himself of every last drop before finally pulling out, fixing his gaze on your core as a mix of his cum and Mingi’s streamed out of your gaping hole.
It took him a few seconds to pry his eyes off you, bringing his free arm under your thighs to lift you off the couch. Mingi moved to the side, allowing Yunho to lay you down on the cushions with your sore legs resting over the younger man’s thighs. He tugged the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered you with it then kneeled on the floor beside you to press a kiss to your forehead. Mingi’s hands massaged your aching muscles under the fluffy blanket, a pleased hum vibrating in your chest at the gesture.
“Are you okay?” Yunho sounded nervous. “It wasn’t too much?”
You shook your head, an easy smile stretching your lips. “It was perfect,” you could hear the next question at the tip of his tongue, hesitance and worry painting his features, “I’m sure. I promise.”
The wrinkles between his eyebrows smoothed and he leaned it to place another kiss to the corner of your lips. Mingi watched from the side as the woman he was so infatuated with glanced between him and Yunho with hearts in her eyes, his chest bubbling with warmth and adoration.
“(Y/n),” he spoke, the rasp in his voice making the hair on your arms stand. “I love you.”
Your eyebrows raised and you paused for a few seconds, tears welling up in your eyes at the heartfelt confession. His eyes, so soft and loving, took in your features, down to the faintest mole painting your skin while his mouth curved into a smile that made your heart race. He didn’t seem alarmed at your sudden tears, the sparkle in his eyes glimmering brighter while he studied your face as though you were Aphrodite herself.
“I love you too,” you muttered, your bottom lip wobbling. Mingi’s hand found yours under the blanket, holding it firmly and giving your fingers a gentle squeeze. After a few seconds of wordless communication, you turned you head to the man beside you, gazing into his doe eyes that spoke aphonic words of poetry whenever they admired you, his smile colouring the world with vivid markers and crayons. “And you,” you reached your other hand to cup Yunho’s jaw. “I love you.”
You noted the subtle shaking of his bottom lip, his eyes glassy as he leaned down to pepper your face with kisses, whispered I love you’s tickling your skin as he dragged his lips from your forehead to your nose, then over your cheeks and jawline until he reached your lips. “This feels like a dream,” he whispered before tucking his face into the crook of your neck, hearing Mingi make a sound of agreement.
You giggled, carding your fingers through Yunho’s soft locks. Looking over at Mingi, his fingers rubbing comforting shapes into your skin, you wondered if it was a dream. The two men you yearned for, cried over, and thought you could never have, now surrounded you with their comforting warmth – Yunho’s steady breath blowing against your neck, his lips pressing feathery kisses to the delicate skin, and Mingi, eyes lidded with unending admiration and touch so soft it made you shiver all over.
Squeezing Mingi’s hand once more, you fluttered your eyes shut and allowed the two men to smother your senses, relaxing into the cushions as the love they so generously gave you seeped into your very soul.
“If it is… then I hope we never wake up.”
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♡ 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕎𝕖𝕣𝕖 "ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤" ♡
♡ Mature Content! Minors DNI! Warnings below the break ♡
♡ Pairing: ot8!boyfriend!ateez x chubby!fem!reader
♡ Summary: A nice, calm, wholesome movie night with your boyfriends except I lied and nothing but absolute filth happens.
♡ Genre: smut with a sprinkle, a smidge, a barely visible flake of plot
♡ Word Count: 3.6k-ish
♡ Warnings: (issa lot happening so pls lmk if I miss anything) masturbation (f), use of toys (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), anal penetration & eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (ya'll know not to do that irl!), creampies, edging, double vaginal penetration, things get rough, scratching, gagging, pet names (good girl, bad girl, slut, le usual)
♡ A/N: I wrote this with the intention of writing this soft, romantic piece but my mind got lost in the gutter and built a home there so here we are. Thanks to @anyamaris for supporting me in my nonsense as she always does.
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Even with the air conditioner on, a wave of heat washes over you. Two fingers---your fingers---press firmly against your clit. You know your body better than anyone in this room. Every flick of your wrist makes your walls clench around the vibrator Hongjoong’s fucking you with. The ultra-soft silicone curves to rest its flat tip directly on your g spot. He keeps it at medium speed, the low hum of the toy a hypnotizing instrumental to the weakened moans leaving your lips. “You’re so beautiful” he whispers, delicately kissing your thigh. And you are.
Lying in the middle of your living room floor on a pile of the fluffiest pillows, you’re the prettiest thing any of them have ever seen. The plan had been to watch a movie. Horror---comedy---who cares? How could they watch anything but you? Legs spread wide. Pussy weeping, begging you to keep going just like that. Your panties, moist beyond measure, are looped around your ankle. The tight plaid mini skirt you wear is pushed up, not denying them a bit of your plush belly. Your nipples are two, tightly beaded indentations in your black crop top. They brush against the cotton each time your chest rises, turning you on even more.
It’s getting harder to play with your clit. Your muscles are tensing like a rubber band stretched near its breaking point. Your wrists are going limp. Your legs are shaking, causing your thighs to jiggle so deliciously that Hongjoong can’t resist nibbling at them. What he loves, what gets him off the most, is simply to watch you make a mess of yourself. “Mmm, Joongie. I’m gonna cum---” you gasp, arching against the pillows. Hongjoong’s laugh is nearly undetectable but you hear it, oozing lust. He’s happy with himself and with you. Pulling the soaked vibrator from your core, he pushes three fingers into you.
“Cum for me, princess. Cum around my fingers.” Hongjoong moves your hand away from your clit, wrapping his lips around it in a small O shape. Your arms fall above your head, your head turning to catch Yunho staring at you from the couch. Yunho looks spaced out. It’s as if his mind is off somewhere far away but that couldn’t be further from the truth. His mind is on you and no one else. It's fixated on the way your eyelids flutter when Hongjoong suckles at your clit. It’s committing to memory that sweet little smile you shoot him right before you lose control of your body.
Hongjoong’s been edging you for an hour all for this moment when he can finger you hard and fast, tonguing your clit as pleasure rips through your body. You’re grabbing at nothing---at anything---to ground yourself but it’s no use. “Hongjoong. Fuck” you whine, struggling to find your breath, “I can’t. Too much. Too---fuck.” Wooyoung rises from his spot on the recliner to kneel above your head. “Let me help” he coos, kissing you on the forehead. His fragrant sable locks dance around your cheeks like curtains, shutting out the rest of the world.
Smooth hands massage their way up your arms, loosening your muscles as they tighten. Fingers press into your shoulders---tickle your collarbone---traverse the arches of your breasts to circle your nipples. Woo slips your shirt up, laying his hands flat on your breasts. He kneads them, pinching your nipples in his palms. “Woo---” you moan, “Joongie---ah.” You mindlessly writhe beneath them. Hongjoong’s knuckles are grinding against your slit. His fingers---they’re so deep---spreading you open even wider.
Woo smiles down at you and there’s something so genuine about it because it is. “He’s right---” he says, “You’re so beautiful.” Woo drags his tongue across your lips just as Hongjoong’s tongue swirls between your pussy lips. There’s an audible squelching sound when his fingers pop out of you, the suction of your walls holding onto him for dear life too relentless to let him go quietly. Hongjoong gets up on his knees, sucking at his fingers, and admires the way you’re still clenching for him. He’d edge you more---keep you like this all night---but he knows he has to share.
With one last kiss which he plants on your lower belly, he leaves you in Woo’s capable hands. Woo reaches over you to run a finger across your slit and you giggle at how much it tickles. When he leans forward you get a clear view of how hard he is and catch yourself salivating. You bring a hand up to rub against his bulge. A groan emerges from somewhere deep within him, “Bad girl.” Still a tad loopy from your orgasm, you fumble your way up onto your knees. “But you love it, don’t you?” you tease, your hand reaching down to rub against him again.
Woo nibbles at his bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, tucking a rogue strand behind his ear, “Up.” One word spoken in the singsong voice of an angel such as yourself has him up on his feet without question. Just as you reach for Woo’s zipper, strong arms grab you from behind, locking you in their embrace. “Choi San!” you gasp, admiring that dimpled grin of his, “I’m kinda trying to focus here---” San kisses down your neck, dipping one hand between your thighs.
His other hand cradles your chin, fingers pinching into your cheeks, and turns your head back towards Woo where a throbbing cock, arousal moistening the tip, waits for you. “Then focus---” San says, lightly squeezing your cheeks. You let your tongue fall free, resting it on the underside of Woo’s cock. Rolling it around his sensitive tip, you collect the warm salty liquid on your tongue. San lets go of your cheeks, giving you the room to bring your hand up and grip Woo’s base. You glance up at him and he’s already fixed on you. They stay that way as your fingertips trace the veins traveling up his shaft, stroking back to his base and starting all over again.
San raises your ass enough to slip his cock between your thighs. Somehow he’s even harder than Woo and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You wanna fuck me, Sannie?” “Hmm, is that how we ask?” he growls into your neck, grinding against you. Poking your ass out, you lay your head back onto his shoulder, “I want you to fuck my tight little cunt, Sannie. Please.” San grips you by the hips, sinking into you with zero patience. A vibrator has nothing on San’s cock. Woo tangles his fingers in your hair, sliding his thickness between your lips.
Bobbing your head back and forth, you suck your cheeks in---fan them out---mimicking the exact thing your pussy’s doing to San’s cock. It’s a flawlessly choreographed dance between the three of you. San bucking his hips, feeding you every inch. You rolling back against him, taking him like a--- “Pretty little slut---” San’s panting, the slobber dripping down your chin from sucking Woo off making you look like exactly that. Woo holding your head steady while you pump his glistening length, your hand and mouth working together to put his stomach in knots.
With Woo stuffing your cheeks, your screams are muffled when San picks up his pace. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he says, slapping you on the ass. “Mmpphh” is all you can manage, Woo’s cock hitting the back of your throat. Woo and San bounce you back and forth, whispering praises that have you back on the edge in no time. Your hips stutter, cluing San in that you’re close, and his pace becomes unforgiving. Woo scoops up one of your breasts, pinching your nipples, feeling their weight in his hand. “Don’t stop---shit---y/n. So good. Don’t---” Woo twitches between your lips, pumping his seed directly down your throat.
Never one to be wasteful you drink him down, massaging his balls with your free hand. “Fuck---pussy’s so good y/n---gonna cum” San hisses and you’re cumming again. He cums with you, ropes of white painting your insides from the other end. Woo leans forward, kissing your puffy lips, “I’ll get you some water.” “And a popsicle please.” Woo and San look at each other---back at you---at each other---back at you. San straightens out your skirt, “What for?” Your gaze dances over to Seonghwa and the two of you immediately begin to blush. “We---uh---” Seonghwa stutters, “Don’t worry about it.”
Yeosang politely moves Woo and San away from you. “Excuse me. Sorry” he apologizes, moving between them to sweep you up into his arms, “We’ll get the water.” It’s not that you don’t know Yeosang can pick you up but every time he does you melt. Yeosang carries you toward the kitchen and Seonghwa’s right behind him. “And the uh---yeah.” Jongho hops up to follow them, pushing through San and Woo with zero of the politeness Yeosang offered. “Thanks though” he grins, patting Woo on the shoulder, “But not really.”
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“Oh my---that’s---that” you gasp, pleasantly surprised at how much you enjoy the sensation. Seonghwa bending you over your dresser and swirling a popsicle in your asshole wasn’t on your 2023 bingo board but he has you wondering why it never was. The chill of the popsicle is calming in a way. You were overheating for a bit there but now? You feel tingly all over. With the popsicle melted and your thighs coated in drips of sticky, strawberry syrup, Seonghwa goes to work licking it off of you. His long tongue trails up your left thigh---down your right thigh. It comes back up to your ass, nibbling at the plush cheeks and making you squeal. He stays there for a second kissing them, massaging them, tickling them with the tip of his tongue.
“Hwa---mmph” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he tongues your candy-coated asshole. Imagine having an itch. Not just any itch. One of those itches that makes it difficult to focus on anything else. One of those itches that refuse to be ignored. But you can’t reach it. No matter how hard you try, your arms just aren’t reaching until---oh god---you finally do. You scratch it and it’s so good that your legs could give out. Nothing, not a single thing, compares to how uniquely amazing that feels. That’s what it feels like to have Seonghwa making figure eights in your ass like his tongue's a professional figure skater.
While you’re bent over seeing stars, he maintains a shaky hold on his cock. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, in sync with yours. “Fuck, you taste so good” he mumbles, fully prepared to smother himself if it means tasting as much of you as possible. You hear a moan you’ve heard a dozen times before. Seonghwa tries to suppress them when he cums even though you wish he wouldn’t. Usually, he hates being messy but his cum has already glazed over his hand and the afterglow is heaven. “Fuck it,” he says to himself, falling across the bed. Spinning around you come face to face with Jongho. “Hey ya cutie” you beam, poking his cheeks.
Sometimes people say that he’s scary, mean even, but when you look at him all you see is your cuddly bear. You drape your arms over his shoulders for support, “Your turn?” Jongho effortlessly lifts you onto the dresser, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it. And he has. “My turn.” He presses the head of his cock against your clit and there they are again. The hot flashes. That thin layer of perspiration on your skin. Jongho grabs your arms, pinning them behind you, and drives into you. “You’re still so wet.” “Not still” you whisper, “This is just for you.” Jongho thrusts into you and you’re full again, his cock much thicker than you remember.
Your exhausted muscles can hardly hold up to being fucked this hard but you don’t have to worry about that. In his arms, you don’t have to worry about anything besides feeling good. He could keep you steady all night if Yeosang weren’t snatching you away, tossing you on the bed. “Yeosang!” you shout, sliding back on the bed, “You can’t just throw people around like that!” Yeosang climbs on top of you, pushing your shirt up, “I can’t?” He brushes a thumb across one of your nipples, lapping at the other as his fingers massage your breast. “You can---shit---do it again” you surrender between shallow breaths.
Yeosang slips into you, his cock pulsing in time with each rise of his hips. His defined arms slip beneath your body, hands locking just behind your back. When he flips you over on top of him, it’s like your whole world’s been turned on its side. He bounces you up and down in his lap, the tremors traveling far behind your core. Just as he picks up a rhythm Jongho tears you away from him, propping you up against the wall. You’d make some smartass comment about Jongho not being good at sharing. If only there were time enough for that.
His arms are already tucked behind your knees, supporting your weight as he fucks you against the wall. “You’re such an addictive little slut, you know that?” he says, and your heart flutters. You just love when he sweet-talks you. The angle he has you at is perfect for stimulating your g spot. He’s bumping right up against it and you’re clamped down around him, as addicted to him as he is to you. “Can I borrow this?” Yeosang asks, peeling you away from Jongho and tossing you back onto the bed.
This time you’re on your knees. All fours is simply out of the question with how completely destroyed you are. “Are you just gonna toss me around all night?” you whine, burying your face in the blankets. Seonghwa lays his head beside yours, nuzzling up to you. “Of course not” he assures you, his voice warm and comforting, “I won’t throw you around when I have you. A light roll maybe---”
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“Pirates! Cowboys! Biker gangs!” you mumble incoherently, jolting awake. Shaking off those incredibly strange dreams, you realize that you’re still in bed. Judging from how dark it is in your room, it’s well past midnight. You must’ve fallen asleep after what your aching muscles are telling you was a wrestling match with a bear. A barely awake Yunho tightens his arm around you from behind, “Cowboys? I’ll do anything for you but I am not putting on a cowboy costume.” “I will,” Mingi yawns, cuddling up closer to you from the other side, “I get nice boots. Probably a cool jacket. Ooh, some guns---”
“There are no guns!” you interrupt, “When did you two even get in here?” Yunho shrugs, “A few hours ago. You never came downstairs and we missed you.” The “we” he’s referring to is obvious when you notice how hard he is against your back. “You fell asleep on us” Mingi pouts, a hand running up your thigh to squeeze your ass. You drape a leg around his waist, smooching him on the nose, “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” Mingi pouts even more, knowing how soft you go for him when he does this. “That! You guys are both being so---” “So?” Yunho asks, his long fingers reaching between your legs to stroke your pussy.
You shiver at the contact. Having Yunho behind you, his cock pressing into the small of your back, his fingers teasing you, makes your heart race. Mingi spreads your thighs, giving Yunho more than enough room to curl his fingers into you. “Finish what you were saying.” “I---uh---” “Uh---uh” Mingi mocks, petting your cheek. You move to playfully slap him but he grabs you by the wrist, kissing you before you can even consider trying anything else. Yunho eases a third finger into your core, “You like it when I play with your little cunt, don’t you?” “Mm-hmm” you hum, lidded eyes glossing over.
Yunho stays focused on tapping your sweet spot while Mingi hypnotizes you with his lips. Mingi has you so drugged, so completely entranced, that you don’t even notice when one of Yunho’s fingers is replaced with his. It’s not until there are four of them inside of you, two of Mingi’s and two of Yunho’s that you feel the difference. Feel the intensity of the stretch. “I think she likes it” Mingi grins, rubbing his thumb against your clit. Yunho follows suit, slipping a thumb into your ass. “Fuck---yes---Yunie---Mingi---mmm!” you cry out, so overstimulated that your eyes begin to water.
They grind into you harder, forcing out screams louder than any you’ve made tonight. “Please---inside of me---wanna feel you. Both of you” you whine, so lost in how badly you want them that you don’t realize what you’re asking. Mingi slides his hand out, smearing your juices between your folds, “Aah, she’s adventurous tonight. You sure you can handle that?” “I-I can. Ah, shit. I need it.” Yunho spreads his fingers in a V, rolling them around inside of you, stretching you from every angle. Mingi brings the head of his cock to splash in the juices leaking from your needy core and Yunho pulls out of you, focusing instead on freeing himself from his pants.
For a fleeting moment, it occurs to you how fucking insane you are. Mingi and Yunho at the same time? It’s not only the thickness, it’s the length. You wonder if you have a death wish. Mingi guides himself into you, only the first inch, sending shockwaves through your system. If this is how you die, you figure, at least you’ll die happy. Yunho spits into his palm, moistening his length before he brings it to meet your already occupied slit. Mingi slides in another inch or two, keeping his cock flush against the roof of your walls. Yunho raises himself into you, taking his time to watch for any signs that you’re uncomfortable, “Let us know if it’s too much, okay?” You make a little squeak to acknowledge how nice it feels to be protected, even when he’s in the process of tearing you in half.
He begins to slide up into you, pausing to let Mingi push in a little more, then taking his turn again. It’s a toe-curling, lip-biting back and forth to get them both inside of you. Once they are, you're falling apart, screaming, digging your nails into Mingi’s arm. Pulling his shirt up over his head, he gathers the material and shoves it in your mouth. “We don’t want them to think we’re killing you.” You’re so full, stretched beyond your limit, that only one of them can fuck into you at once. There’s no room for anything---or anyone---else. You belong to them. “You’re always worth waiting for but shit” Mingi grunts, his length throbbing, as much as it can given the space.
There’s moisture on your cheeks. You’re crying. Not from pain. No. That initial sting gave way to pleasure once they were both finally inside of you. You’re crying, drenched in your own tears, because parts of you are shifting that you didn’t even know could. Every stroke has your ears ringing, your heart in your stomach. You feel heavy and weightless all at once. The darkness of the room swallows you while somehow managing to be blindingly bright. There’s an explosion somewhere inside, releasing the building pressure. You’re at your peak again, legs kicking like you’re dangling high up. It hits you hard. So hard that you’re not breathing. Breathe, girl, breathe!
Just as you catch your breath and think that you’re maybe---maybe---coming down, Yunho's filling you up like a donut. Mingi pulls out, tapping his head against your clit as warm cum sprays against you. Correction: Filling you up like a glazed donut. The three of you collapse, unable to do much else besides make a series of broken noises. “Hmph mmm mm hmph,” you say? Scream? Mumble? Mingi throws his arm across his chest, understanding your incoherent huffs, and takes the shirt out of your mouth. You pat him lovingly on the head, “Thanks.”
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Readjusting yourself on the toilet, you rub the partially melted popsicle between your legs. This is nowhere near sexual in nature. You’re just in desperate need of relief from how sore you are after the day’s events. “Aah, yup, that’s the spot” you sigh, “Seonghwa really was onto something.” “Was I?” Seonghwa asks, rubbing his eyes. You jump a bit, startled by his sudden appearance in the doorway. Seonghwa stretches, dragging his feet into the bathroom.
As adorable as he is in his pajamas, his hair a complete mess, seeing him right now isn’t ideal. He shakes off the sleep, taking his time to process what’s going on. “Is that a---” “Ssh, if you tell anyone---” Seonghwa’s cheeks turn rosy, a smile spreading across his face. He takes you by the hand, bringing you to your feet, “Come on.” “Hwa, hold on, do you think? I wasn’t--no. No!” You reach back to drop the popsicle in the sink but Hwa pulls you along. “Hold onto that.”
Bucket of Surprise
✴ Summary: To say you're surprised is an understatement when a student's prank has led to you breaking down in private. Yunho would rather drown in your tears than let you cry on any longer. ✴ Characters: PE Teacher!Jeong Yunho x Teacher!reader ✴ Genre: Hurt Comfort ✴ Warnings: Kinda bullying, not really. ✴ Word Count: 744 ✴ A/N: Just a little short writing for my friend!!
“I’m so sorry; he made me do it.”
Yunho’s eyes were uncharacteristically widened as he stared at your figure drowned in ice-cold water. The students laughed at you while the culprit looked ashamed of what he had been dared to do. You were shocked, to say the least. You did not think your students would do this to you, as most behaved well. You did not know whether to scold them or run off unprofessionally in embarrassment.
“Uh,” Yunho began, grabbing one of the extra towels he had laid out for students that may need it. He was a well-prepared PE teacher, one many students were fond of. His priority at this moment was to get you out of the room and dried up before you caught a cold. The room had air conditioning, so the longer you stayed, the more susceptible you got.
He swiftly asked the teacher that walked in to collect their group of students to watch over the remaining kids before grasping your hand in his larger one. With a soft ‘come with me,’ the two of you left the room with kids oohing scandalously at both of you.
He took you to his office, where he grabbed an extra set of clothes for you to change into. You stayed quiet the entire time; the situation continuously played in your head, leading you to question why your student did that to you. Why were you the victim? They said they did not mean to, but it happened; that was something that could not be changed. Were you overthinking this? It was an innocent prank, after all. You were not physically harmed, so you thought you could let it go—
“Hey, change into these. The bathroom is across the hall; will you be okay?”
Maybe it was because of how gentle Yunho’s voice sounded, but the tears you unknowingly collected at the bottom of your eyes began to spill. Yunho frantically tried to reassure you. He did not know exactly how to handle this but he did his damnest to calm you down.
“We can scold them later! You’re okay! Look, it’s my fault that I let this happen. If I had been more observant I would have noticed and prevented it from happening.”
“What are you talking about?” you sniffled.
He pulled you into a hug, startling you since this kind of display of affection was reserved only for outside of work.
“Yun-”
“Shhh. Just take it in. I know how you feel very comforted by my hugs.”
So you listened to him and squeezed your arms around him tightly. You were going the milk the love out of him from this hug that would otherwise had to wait until you got home. The two of you were silent until you realized you got his clothes wet too. You immediately pulled away.
“I’m sorry—” he cut you off again.
“Princess, it’s okay. Just go, and get cleaned up. We have one more class and then it’s the end of day. Let’s get through this so we can get out and I will treat you to something good. How about it?”
You laughed gleefully, nodding as you pulled away. You liked the idea a lot. Getting to spend time with your favorite puppy and getting to eat good food was always a hit for you. So you made haste with changing out of your wet clothes and into his extra set.
When the two of you walked back to the gym, your arms folded before your chest.
“Alright, now I need you all to cooperate and tell me whose idea this was. Either the entire class is being punished, or you tell me who it is, and I’ll only punish that one person.”
A few students were quick to spout out a name. Yunho wrote up a slip for the kid and instructed them to go to the principal’s office.
With that resolved, you started to gather your students and made your way out of the gym. You sent Yunho a sweet smile, then waited for your students to all exit the room to blow a flying kiss his way. The way he caught it and smacked his palm against his lips as if that was you kissing him made you laugh. You gave him a wave before leading your students back to the classroom for the last period.
Neither you nor Yunho could wait for the end of the day.
like a dream
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pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader x song mingi
w.c.: 2.7k
tags: smut, fluff, newly-established poly relationship
with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream.
A/N: thank you so much for the request!! this was my first time writing mingi and I enjoyed every second of it ^^ this fic made me experience every emotion known to man-- I was screaming, crying, debating with myself in the mirror, howling at the moon- ahem. anyway. happy reading!! (´ ∀ ` *)
nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞
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warnings: dom!yungi, sub!reader, fingering (f), unprotected sex (👎🏼), multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, size kink (of course), some begging, drooling, sloppy kisses, nicknames (baby, darling, sweetheart, good girl, sweet girl), yunho's a little mean, and a tease, mingi is whipped, WHIPPED, some L bombs were dropped at the end, this is just straight up smut so don't come at me for the lack of an intro (￢_￢;)
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“Yunho, please,” you whined, voice breathy.
“What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered back.
The lamp in the corner of the living room cast warm hues over Mingi’s face, creating angular shadows under his eyes and cheekbones. His lips were parted, shallow breaths blowing against your heated skin, moving closer to press feathery kisses to your jawline. Your palm glided over his toned torso, down his chest and over his perked-up nipples to reach the prominent tent in his sweatpants. A wave of warmth rushed to your core upon hearing Mingi’s choked moan when you cupped his bulge, squeezing your palm around the outline of his cock to revel in the sound again.
Yunho pressed himself to your back, his long fingers curling deliciously into your g-spot. Your thighs shook where they straddled Mingi’s, your hips pushing back to meet Yunho’s insistent thrusts. His other hand wrapped around you to grab your jaw, twisting your face until he could meet your eyes.
“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”
You shuddered as his husky tone reverberated in your ear, closing your eyes for a few seconds to take in the pleasure his fingers were sending up your spine before he gave your head a firm shake. You blinked your eyes open, working your palm harder over Mingi’s hard length as you answered Yunho’s question.
“Want Mingi to fuck me,” you whispered. “please, Yunho, can he?”
“I don’t know, sweet girl...” a smirk tugged at Yunho’s lips and he stared at the man slumped against the backrest under you, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth and his eyebrows knitted while you gave his clothed bulge the attention he desperately wanted. Mingi looked up at the older man and tried to make sense of his words through the haze of pleasure fogging up his brain. “What do you say, Mingi? Do you think you can fit in this tight cunt?”
“Uh-huh, yeah, fuck. Please, Yunho,” Mingi looked up at the other man, his eyes teary and glazed over with lust while his cock throbbed under your palm. “She can take it. Right, jagi?”
You nodded desperately, scrambling to undo the drawstrings on Mingi’s sweatpants before tugging on the waistband. Yunho scissored his fingers inside you, once, twice, before pulling out completely and swatting your hands away, pulling down Mingi’s bottoms himself until his cock sprung out and slapped against his lower belly.
You gawked at the length, the tip red and angry, leaking translucent precum over his smooth skin.
“Intimidated?” Yunho whispered into your ear, to which you gave a slight nod. “I wanna watch Mingi fill up this pretty pussy,” he gave your clit a firm tap. “can you do that for me?”
You nodded again, sliding your folds up his length until you reached the tip, watching as Mingi held himself up by the base and helped you position yourself over him. Yunho stood back, taking in the sight of you sliding down Mingi’s cock, taking him inside your fluttering heat – inch by inch – until he was fully sheathed within your walls. It burned, but Mingi’s head rolled back against the cushion and his mouth parted to allow a hearty moan exit, the sound gravelly and erotic. His eyes were scrunched shut, the hands gripping your hips promising blossoming bruises the next day. A string of drool streamed from the corner of his mouth and down his chin, and you leaned forward to lick it off his face.
You ground your hips experimentally, Mingi’s cockhead brushing over the spot that made your eyes roll back. “Mingi-”
“Fuck, (y/n), if you move I’ll cum,” he warned, lifting his head up to gaze at you through lidded eyes. But you rolled your hips again, a sly smile playing at your lips for a few seconds as you watched Mingi struggle – his eyes fluttered shut once again and a shiver shook his body, his hands digging into your hips in a failed attempt to keep you still.
Slender fingers wrapped around your waist, warm lips pressing against the shell of your ear and Yunho’s voice took over your senses once again. “Enough, sweetheart. We’ve waited far too long for this for it to end so soon,” he muttered, pressing a tender kiss to your jawline.
You looked down at Mingi guiltily, but the eyes that stared back at you were brimming with fondness. “Come here,” he cupped the back of your neck and lowered your head to press his lips to yours, keeping them there for a few seconds before poking his tongue out to taste you. You felt the fingers holding your waist slip away and a body plop down on the couch beside you, but Mingi finally thrusted up into your aching cunt and your mind turned to jelly.
He patted your hip before squeezing it, urging you to move at your desired pace. With your hands flat against his chest, you lifted your hips until only his cockhead remained encased within your tight heat before slamming back down, swallowing the whispered string of curses Mingi expelled into your mouth. Leaning back, you cupped the side of his face, running your thumb over his plush bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, grunting when you teasingly clenched around him, sensing him adjust his position.
With another squeeze to your hips, Mingi began thrusting up into you, sucking your thumb into his mouth for a few seconds before letting it go, panting heavily while relentlessly driving his cock into your sopping heat.
“How does she feel, Mingi-ah?” Yunho’s voice wavered, his hand palming over the obvious tent in his pants.
“Fucking amazing,” a groan vibrated past Mingi’s parted lips as he pumped his cock into you, angling his thrusts directly into your g-spot and occasionally licking over the pad of your thumb that was slowly straying out of his mouth, smearing saliva down the side of his face.
Yunho reached out a hand to flick your nipple, pinching it between two fingers then soothing it with gentle back-and-forth strokes of his thumb. “Mm,” he hummed. “Make sure to get her all nice and wet for me. Fill her all the way up, yeah?”
Mingi made a sound of approval and your eyes rolled to the back of your head – something about the way they talked about you as though you weren’t present made the pleasure building up in your lower belly even more mind-numbing. But when you peeked at their faces, they looked back at you with stars in their eyes, awestruck as they watched you bounce on Mingi’s cock. The succession of breathy ah’s escaping your lips, the sheen of sweat reflecting the orange hues of the lamp, the way your nails left red streaks over Mingi’s chest; your very being weaved itself into their psyche, as though you had placed a spell on them, forever tying their souls to you.
“Gonna cum,” Mingi mumbled, sliding his hand down to your drenched folds and circling two fingers around your clit.
He pulled your hips down until you were stuffed full of his cock, your body locking up as he painted your walls white, Mingi’s warmth paired with his insistent fingers over your clit sending over the edge with him. The dim room darkened further, your features contorting when your orgasm finally washed over you. Mingi’s lips pressed against yours to swallow up your broken moans, expelling his own into your mouth when you clenched around him, trapping his cock inside as it spurt out the last of his load, leaving him a twitching mess between your walls.
The kiss turned soft – the slow dancing of lips while a ballad played in your head, tender touches grazing each other’s skin while heaving chests met and parted between your bodies. You missed the hurried shuffling beside you followed by the muted thuds of clothes hitting the floor, too entranced by the plushness of Mingi’s mouth moulding against your own, his palm rubbing soothing lines over the length of your spine.
Hasty fingers gripped your hips, startling you away from Mingi’s touch as Yunho pulled you off the man and lifted your hips, disregarding the whine you emitted when cum began to seep out of your fluttering hole. He pressed his cock between your folds, sliding it through the sticky mess and groaning as his neglected cock finally got some attention. “Are you ready for me, darling?”
It took you a few seconds to process what was happening, still dazed by the force of your first orgasm. “One second,” you whispered while adjusting your position, digging your knees into the couch cushions and grabbing onto Mingi’s shoulders. The man under you held your waist, staring up at you with so much fondness it made you blush. You quickly looked back at Yunho, hoping the younger man didn’t notice the heat tinting your cheeks. “Please,” you wiggled your hips back at him.
Yunho breathed out a laugh, positioning himself at your entrance. “You’re killing me,” he muttered as he pushed in, the blend of Mingi’s cum and your arousal making the slide easy.
You slumped down against Mingi’s while your walls worked to accommodate Yunho’s cock, squeezing around him as he bottomed-out inside you. He bent at the waist to rest his forehead between your shoulder blades, his hot breath blowing against the slick skin. “Fuck, (y/n), I’m not gonna last,” you felt his lips move over your spine. “You have to relax, baby.”
Sucking in a deep breath, you did as he said, rocking your hips back against him experimentally, the soft moan that echoed from behind you spurring you into repeating the motion. Yunho was in heaven, the woman he’d wanted for so long was finally his – his to love, his to touch, his to hold. He ground his hips into yours, pulling out halfway before slamming back in, watching how your back tensed and relaxed as pleasure seared through your veins every time his cock split you open. You reached for Mingi, pushing your parted lips together while Yunho straightened up to watch his cock enter you.
Fingers tangled into the hair at your crown and pulled you off Mingi, pressing you flush against Yunho’s chest and securing you there with an arm around your waist. He adjusted his arm to grab a fistful of your breast, brushing his finger over the perked-up nipple while he pistoned his cock into your dripping cunt.
“I didn’t wait this long to have you so you could slobber over Mingi while I fuck you,” he growled in your ear, lifting a knee up onto the couch next to Mingi’s thigh. “Now be a good girl and show him how you’re gonna cum on my cock, yeah?”
You nodded desperately, locking eyes with the man under you while Yunho sped up his thrusts, the lewd melody of skin-on-skin resounding between the four walls. Mingi’s palms glided over your thighs, from your knees to your hips then back down, subtly squeezing the soft flesh along the way before repeating the routine. His fingers dipped between your legs, cupping your cunt to feel Yunho’s length stretching you open.
“Fuck, she’s taking you so well,” he cursed, flicking your clit with his thumb to the rhythm of Yunho’s thrusts, whining pathetically at the praise.
“Do you like it when we tell you what a good girl you are?” Yunho purred, untangling his fingers from your hair to grab your jaw. He twisted your face to look at you, leaning forward to slot his lips against yours before dipping his tongue inside to lick over the roof of your mouth. Your whimpers and moans came out muffled, Yunho’s lips pressing harshly against your own as he neared his release, his cock hammering into you until the room around you blurred. “I’ve thought about having you like this for so long, (y/n). Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he whispered against your lips.
Your thighs shook violently, and you would’ve fallen over Mingi if it weren’t for Yunho’s secure hold on your waist. Compared to your first high – Mingi guiding you over the edge and into a warm field of ecstasy – your second was more like a shockwave, curling your body as painful pleasure sent your nerves into overdrive, beads of sweat trickling down your temples and a blazing flush spreading over your skin. You shook in Yunho’s arms, a staccato of moans – broken and high-pitched – ripping through your chest as he continued his brutal pace, chasing his own high while elongating yours. A string of curses followed by a succession of your name sounded behind you, and warmth expanded through your belly. Grinding his hips into yours, Yunho milked himself of every last drop before finally pulling out, fixing his gaze on your core as a mix of his cum and Mingi’s streamed out of your gaping hole.
It took him a few seconds to pry his eyes off you, bringing his free arm under your thighs to lift you off the couch. Mingi moved to the side, allowing Yunho to lay you down on the cushions with your sore legs resting over the younger man’s thighs. He tugged the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered you with it then kneeled on the floor beside you to press a kiss to your forehead. Mingi’s hands massaged your aching muscles under the fluffy blanket, a pleased hum vibrating in your chest at the gesture.
“Are you okay?” Yunho sounded nervous. “It wasn’t too much?”
You shook your head, an easy smile stretching your lips. “It was perfect,” you could hear the next question at the tip of his tongue, hesitance and worry painting his features, “I’m sure. I promise.”
The wrinkles between his eyebrows smoothed and he leaned in to place another kiss to the corner of your lips. Mingi watched from the side as the woman he was so infatuated with glanced between him and Yunho with hearts in her eyes, his chest bubbling with warmth and adoration.
“(Y/n),” he spoke, the rasp in his voice making the hair on your arms stand. “I love you.”
Your eyebrows raised and you paused for a few seconds, tears welling up in your eyes at the heartfelt confession. His eyes, so soft and loving, took in your features, down to the faintest mole painting your skin while his mouth curved into a smile that made your heart race. He didn’t seem alarmed at your sudden tears, the sparkle in his eyes glimmering brighter while he studied your face as though you were Aphrodite herself.
“I love you too,” you muttered, your bottom lip wobbling. Mingi’s hand found yours under the blanket, holding it firmly and giving your fingers a gentle squeeze. After a few seconds of wordless communication, you turned you head to the man beside you, gazing into his doe eyes that spoke aphonic words of poetry whenever they admired you, his smile colouring the world with vivid markers and crayons. “And you,” you reached your other hand to cup Yunho’s jaw. “I love you.”
You noted the subtle shaking of his bottom lip, his eyes glassy as he leaned down to pepper your face with kisses, whispered I love you’s tickling your skin as he dragged his lips from your forehead to your nose, then over your cheeks and jawline until he reached your lips. “This feels like a dream,” he whispered before tucking his face into the crook of your neck, hearing Mingi make a sound of agreement.
You giggled, carding your fingers through Yunho’s soft locks. Looking over at Mingi, his fingers rubbing comforting shapes into your skin, you wondered if it was a dream. The two men you yearned for, cried over, and thought you could never have, now surrounded you with their comforting warmth – Yunho’s steady breath blowing against your neck, his lips pressing feathery kisses to the delicate skin, and Mingi, eyes lidded with unending admiration and touch so soft it made you shiver all over.
Squeezing Mingi’s hand once more, you fluttered your eyes shut and allowed the two men to smother your senses, relaxing into the cushions as the love they so generously gave you seeped into your very soul.
“If it is… then I hope we never wake up.”
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"Food.Delicious.Food." Giant boytoy number one mini cheered to not disturb the other guests. He hissed as the raw meat sizzled over the beautiful blueish-purple flames.
Meanwhile, giant boytoy number two is blindly intoxicated, but Yunho allows it for two reasons. He loves a piss-drunk Minnie; he's so unpredictable and angry...no explanation or anything! It's a bowl of laughs, and Yunho is watching over him, so he's well protected.
Minnie groaned deeply, catching some attention due to its depth.
"Do you mind if I try to enjoy my steak?" Yunho teased, still slipping the tender steak strip on his tongue. "Are you still upset about our tiny terror not being here-"
Minnie, annoyed by his lover's abrupt smacking of medium-rare steak strips, shoved into his cheeks. "How could you eat so happily, knowing our darling snuggle teddy bear-"
Yunho choked, coughing while trying to stop laughing.
"Is not having fun with us." Mingi (Yes, He's Song Mingi, now cause he's angy, aww) sat up properly to voice himself better. "She's working her cute little tiny hands to the bones while we eat..like pigs."
Freezing on the last word, Yunho sighed, finally refraining from stuffing his cheeks, and quietly turned towards Mingi, tilting his head til his cherry lips grazed his jawline. - "Oink!Oink!" He immediately burst into drunken laughter.
Mingi held his ear, cursing up a nasty storm. The mouth on this guy drives you off the wall in multiple ways.
Little, Did they know just a few tables away, seated their darling sat comfortably on a pillow with her co-workers.
Your head snapped to the deep voices causing a stir, but you can't see them. "Oh, they're so loud. " You squeaked, slightly growing concerned... 'cause they sounded familiar.
You confirmed your fears; standing up you spotted your huge boyfriends wrestling. You gasped, excusing yourself to rush to aid your idiots.
"Mingi! Yunho!" You shouted in a hushed tone. " What are you doing?! "
Both paused mid-attack to look at your cute flush expression. The boys released each other to sit purposely. " We're sorry!" Yunho apologized loud enough for the whole restaurant to forgive them...and they did. They're so cute. You have to forgive them.
And the restaurant forgives them too, even got a discount.
Introducing; "Yungi" is what your friends call them. You're massive boyfriends. Song Mingi & Jeong Yunho.
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This was life-changing and the ending!?
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: you wish there would be a time you could call your life boring again. before all the mess, before the town fell apart, before your father disowned you. before jeong yunho. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 11.1k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: wild west theme, cowboy!yunho, bartender!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: praising, claiming, dacryphilia, marking, size kink, oral, unprotected sex, outdoor sex
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: violence, weapons, alcohol consumption, murder, slight gore, attempted SA 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: django performance might be the reason why i switched from hongjoong to yunho after four years of being loyal. NOT PROOFREAD I AM IMPATIENT I HAD TO POST IT BEFORE GOING TO BED! <3
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.
"another one, sweetheart."
i'm not your sweetheart, you wanted to mutter. but you bit your tongue, remembering that your father is somewhere in the room. so you have no other choice but to approach the loud, messy table, and pour the greasy dirty man another glass of whatever alcohol you had in hand. it didn't matter anymore, as long as it filled his stomach.
"that's a good girl," he roars with laughter, heavy hand landing on your bottom and making you jolt.
your eyes seek your father, silently asking for help. but no help comes. instead, he points to a different table that demands attention, and leaves the saloon. you stand still, voices muffling around you. your neatly put bun is now falling apart, strands loose on your face and sticking due to sweat, your clothes are heavy on you, and your hands will soon start shaking if you don't take a break from all the work. from early mornings, to even earlier ones the next day, you are destined to be a servant on your own father's property. you wonder if this will last forever. pouring alcohol, dodging flying chairs and tables, taking the harassment so you can survive for another month.
if this really is your future, then what is the point of living? will he marry you off to one of these men? or will he keep you as his servant until the end of his days? you remember the day everything changed for you. you had just come back from the city, finishing the school day. barely a teen, hand in hand with your best friends. your father sat you in the empty saloon, putting his hands on your shoulders.
"you're quitting school."
just a month after you buried your mother, he told you that. there was nobody to help him, he had to fire his staff, and laid his trust into you. the business was crazy that week. who wouldn't want to come and see the owner's little daughter serving alcohol? those men congratulated your father on your birth, watched you play on the street, went to your mother's funeral and wailed with you, came to the saloon to see you struggle with bottles and glasses, only later to have their filthy hands all over you as soon as you turned eighteen. it doesn't stop, no matter how many times you ask. the pleading only makes them do it more, those sick bastards. and each one of them have a wife waiting at home, and a child comforting her.
"hey, bitch, over here!"
monday was a peaceful day. no work, not at the saloon at least. but a basket full of dirty old clothes awaits by the door, waiting to be washed. it is a cold autumn morning, the sun very low in the sky and not warming at all. you drag your feet across the field, hands red from the weight of the basket and the frost. your dress catches onto various branches and bushes, but you do not look back. you need to be done before noon, so you can make lunch for your father.
reaching the river, you drop the basket on the dying grass. a few flowers are still scattered here and there, fighting their way through the cold morning dew. as you scrub your father's shirt on the washboard, you notice just how old those clothes have gotten. you both need new ones, you cannot be walking around looking like the poorest people in town, while owning a saloon. but your father sees no value in those things. talking to him is like talking to a wall that might hit you if you say something it doesn't like. so you keep your mouth shut.
the used, thin washboard suddenly snaps under your hands, a piece of wood jamming into your skin and making you yelp. your skin being almost frozen from being in cold water, and then getting pierced, makes you finally break down. you hug your knees to your chest, and bury your head into the muddy dress. you're cold, in pain, and you miss your mother. your friends. the life you had, and the life you were supposed to have.
sometimes, you selfishly blamed your mother for dying. if she was still here, you could've had a life just like your friends. finding a job in the big city, a man too, a decent one. not this.
you hide your hands in the ruffles of your worn out dress, seeking warmth. you cannot go back home without washing the rest of the clothes, and the sun is rising faster than you want it to. noon will come by soon, and you will have two tasks unfinished. your father won't be pleased.
a distant neigh and galloping have your attention, your head curiously turning to see who it could be. your heart almost sinks when you see the speed the horses are headed at towards you, but with legs and bum frozen on the ground, you cannot move. all you can do is close your eyes in defeat, hoping for the best.
the gallop stops, now switching to a trot. you open your eyes, and see two shiny horses in front of you. the two men riding them dismount, one of them standing next to his horse and taking the leash from the other one. the taller man adjusts his hat, gaze fixed on the floor, and fastens his holster. you gulp, seeing the shiny revolver resting on his hip. then, he raises his head to finally look at you. you almost forget the potential danger of the situation once you look at his brown eyes. he is tall. very tall. and absolutely gorgeous. you look away, suddenly aware of how you look. heavens, what a perfect timing.
"oh, it's just a doe." he says, voice soft and sweet. he tilts his head, trying to get you to look at him. when you don't, he takes a step closer to you, careful not to scare you away. "came for a morning refreshment?"
you don't respond. instead, you look at the man behind him. he stands still, leashes in his hands. his clothes are a bit more rugged than the ones on the man in front of you, but it fits his image very well. then, your eyes betray you end lay on the man in front of you again. he wears a brown leather jacket with fringes, dark blue jeans, and matching brown boots. his brown hat sits perfectly on his head, giving him a mysterious look. he notices you staring, and only chuckles softly. he reaches into his saddlebag, retrieving something wrapped in a white cloth.
"hungry?"
this time, your stomach is the one that betrays you. it decides to grumble as soon as you shake your head no, making the man chuckle again.
"go on, you can have it. you look like you need it."
he holds it out for you to take, closing the distance further. you step back, remembering your father's words.
"no speaking to other men outside of the saloon. if i see you do that, i will personally declare you a whore. nobody will want to marry you, and you'll be alone for the rest of your life."
charming. the man doesn't give up, as he steps further towards you. you step back again, hunger, fear and curiosity fighting inside of you and making you sick to your stomach.
"it's alright. it's just food, i don't mean you any harm."
but he doesn't know what words ring inside your head. taking another step back, your heart almost stops once again. you have stepped into the shallow river, your body losing balance following. the handsome cowboy drops the item on the floor, and firmly grabs your waist and pulls you back to stand on the grass. you instinctively grab onto his shoulders for support, and he pulls your body into his. you breathe out when your chest collides with his, overwhelmed by the situation.
"clumsy girl," he teases.
you can't make yourself move, not only because you don't want to, but because his grip is firm on your waist. he safely moves you away from the water and removes one hand from your body, only to move the loose strands of hair from your face.
"wyatt," he calls.
the other man steps towards the two of you, not uttering a word.
"you go on. i'll catch up with you."
without protest, he gets on his horse, nods towards his companion, then gallops away. you are left alone with the ridiculously handsome cowboy, now feeling a bit warmer than a few moments ago. the man finally lets go of you, picking up the cloth from the ground. a distant thunder surprises you, and you look over at the scattered clothes. the black clouds over the mountains are covering the blue sky quite fast, and it just seems at this moment that everything is working against you.
you hurriedly collect the remaining dirty clothes, crouching down and brushing it against the half of the washboard as best as you can. your hand is in pain, still dripping red, but your father's consequences are more painful. you'd rather have a hundred more splinters ripping your skin than your father slapping you across the face like he is used to.
the man lets you finish, turning his attention to the horse. in the corner of your eye, you see him caressing the horse's mane. the animal leans into his hand, enjoying the comfort of his warm and caring touch. he looks so tough, yet his actions are a complete opposite.
"if you're done staring, you can join me."
caught red handed, and red cheeked, you turn around to see him sat under the nearby tree, opening the white cloth. he sets it on the ground near him, and folds his arms across his chest. you pick up the now clean clothes, the broken washboard forgotten and floating somewhere further down the field. you sit next to him, the food serving as an imaginary border. he takes his hat off, putting it over his face and rests his head against the tree.
"if you're embarrassed to eat in front of me. now i won't look. eat. please."
and you do. you take a bite of the biscuit, enjoying it like it's your first one ever. you take the chance now that he doesn't see anything to properly look around. his horse is gorgeous, white with brown legs and head. you then look at its owner, still chewing on the biscuit. the more you look at him, the more your stomach feels all fuzzy. is this what it feels like to be attracted to a man? are you finally experiencing a crush?
you should really get home.
thunder grumbles again, causing the horse to become restless.
"shh, you're good." the cowboy says soothingly, not moving from his spot. and the horse listens.
it soothes you too, because you lean against the tree like him, and silently eat. your breathing matches his, and for a moment, you think that he has fallen asleep. until you start feeling drops of rain on your head. you don't say anything. you don't really need to, because the man interrupts his short break by standing up and putting his hand out for you to take. you take it, your hand melting into his as he helps you up. his touch is secure, and gentle. nobody has ever held you this way, and you are afraid you might get used to it. he leads you to his horse, throwing his spare jacket your way.
"i'll take you home."
"no!"
the cowboy scrunches his eyebrows, and abruptly turns towards you. his hand doesn't leave yours, no matter how hard you pull. "she speaks." he says, as if he made an important discovery.
you shake your head frantically, repeating yourself. "no, you can't."
"why?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"because."
"that's not a valid answer, sunshine."
if your stomach wasn't turning from the difficult situation you have found yourself in, it would turn from the simple nickname coming from his mouth. you aren't quite sure whether you're feeling nervous because of your father, or because of the handsome stranger. you remember that he is just a stranger, no matter in how much awe he has you. if you get on his horse, he could take you anywhere. but if you don't get on his horse, he could simply tie you up and take you with him anyway.
fuck.
"i like to walk." you blurt out, grabbing the basket of clothes and holding it in front of you, as if shielding yourself from him.
"lies."
"please, just leave me alone. thank you for the food, and for, well, not letting me fall into the water, but-"
"does he beat you every day?"
he says it with a tone so serious it has your blood going cold in your veins. his gaze becomes stone cold, dark, and it pierces right through you. seeing your distressed face, he steps towards you again, moving your hair away from your neck. the bruise you thought you so cleverly hid now uncovered in front of him. funny how a potentially dangerous stranger shows more interest in it than the town.
"or only when you do something wrong?"
"i don't see how that's any of your business."
"it isn't. however, if you want it to stop, you might have to make it my business."
you wish for nothing more than for it to stop. but exactly how does this man plan to make it his business? talk to your father? teach him a lesson? or the worst?
"i'll tell you what. i'll bring you just to the hill so nobody sees us, and you think about what i said until then."
you nod, defeated. you really need to get home as quick as possible and get started on the lunch. the cowboy helps you up on the horse, then climbs behind you. this is the closest you've ever been to a man, and if you weren't sneakily reading those short romance stories in the back of the discarded newspaper, you would think that you are becoming ill by how hot your cheeks feel. when he grabs the leash, also helping you hold the basket in the process, you take your time to admire his hands. pretty pale fingers, slightly muddy from maybe hours or days of riding. he smells of whiskey, vanilla and a hint of tobacco. you allow yourself a moment of weakness, closing your eyes and inhaling the scent. it doesn't help the way his warm chest and torso are pressed against your back, rubbing against you with each horses gallop.
when you open your eyes, you are disappointed to see the hill. it means that the short little adventure with the mystery cowboy has come to an end, and that you might never see him again. it's all up to you. and you hate that.
he helps you down, then fixes the ruffles of your dress that were slightly turned upwards from riding while you are occupied with the clothes in the basket.
"well?" he finally says, seeing that you have no intention of speaking first.
"i'll be fine." you lie.
you almost miss the way he bites the inside of his cheek from disappointment. almost. he nods, understandingly, and approaches you. for the last time, maybe. he takes your hand in his, thumb rubbing over the place where your splinter is. "take care of that. wouldn't want such pretty hands to be in pain or have a scar."
he kisses the back of it, eyes not once leaving yours. you almost shiver, from the cold and from his touch.
"thank you for your company, dove. we must part ways now, but i do hope i see you again one day. you are too pretty to forget."
he takes his hat off to say his goodbye, then climbs back on his horse. with a sweet smile and a nod, he gallops away. you stand there and watch, heart swelling with sadness. you watch and watch, until he becomes just a small little dot in the distance.
weeks pass, and your life dynamic does not change. you still serve drunk perverts, avoid sexual offers, cook, and freeze yourself by the river. only now, you wake up earlier than usual, and keep looking at your surroundings in hopes of seeing a familiar brown hat. but you never see it. it's been almost two months, and not a single sign from him. maybe for the best. he did look like bad news. very handsome bad news.
you currently sit in a dark corner in the saloon, reading last weeks newspaper for the romance update on the last page. the appearance of the main character morphs into the cowboy in your head. no longer short, blonde haired with blue eyes and bulk figure, but dark haired with a short mullet, with brown eyes and a slender figure. you didn't even catch his name, yet you shamelessly daydream about him.
the doors of the saloon aggressively swing, startling you and breaking your bubble. you turn the newspaper upside down, hiding your little secret. a young man, known as denver, stands at the entrance, face pure horror. your father approaches him, putting his hands on his shoulders to calm him down.
"what's wrong, boy?"
denver barely gets his sentence out, before countless gallops are heard outside, accompanied with various screams. "he's here."
"who is?"
"the stallion."
you have never seen your father scared. and that scared you even more. he took a step back, abandoning the young man. the saloon became a mess, everyone pushing each other on the way to the exit, but suddenly coming to a halt. you stand up, taking your place behind the bar. the people are stepping back, slowly, still facing towards the doors. they separate in two groups, making way for the intruder. and when your eyes land on the intruder, you swear your heart could jump right on the bar in front of you.
your cowboy, your mystery man, the man you prayed you'd see again, stands in your saloon. drenched in blood and dust, sweaty, and with a revolver in his hand. the look on his face when he sees you tells you that you weren't meant to see him in this state. but he doesn't say anything. instead, he approaches the bar, along with his companions. they are all a mess, but not as much as him.
"good day, darling."
your stomach twists again, and you have to fight the urge to smile. you can't smile, not when everyone around you is terrified. you clear your throat, collecting any stray thoughts before speaking. "good day, sir."
"two rooms. and two bottles of whiskey waiting for me tonight." he says, a sweet smile on his lips.
"uh, yes-"
"there are no rooms available for you." your father interrupts, making his way to the bar.
the cowboy raises his eyebrow, then looks at your father. "oh?"
"yes. so i'm afraid you'll have to call it a day here."
the young man chuckles, eyes returning to your face. he throws a roll of money on the counter, then pushes is towards your father with his stained revolver. "don't be afraid, we won't."
you feel caged by his gaze, afraid to even move. why are you here, you wanted to ask. and why do you look like that. his clothes might look different, but the look on his face when he looks at you stays the same. in the corner of your eye, you notice someone trying to exit sneakily. but the cowboy also seems to catch it, because he points his trusted weapon toward the ceiling and-
"argh!" the woman screams, pure fear painted on her face.
"nobody leaves, until i get two fucking rooms and two bottles of whiskey. have i made myself clear?" he slams the revolver on the counter, causing you to jolt and step back. "now, if your pretty little daughter said that i can have them, just why the fuck are you meddling?"
defeated, your father takes the money, then nods your way. "show them."
alone?, you wanted to ask. but your tongue feels swollen, and your jaw heavy. you don't say anything. instead, you look at the fearsome cowboy, then proceed upstairs. the three of them follow, not uttering a word. you reach the rooms, opening the doors for them to see. the cowboy nods towards the room, sending them a signal to go in. when the two finally close the door, the dark haired man wastes no time in softly pinning you against the wall, just between the two doors.
"there, there. are you that scared of me, sunshine?"
you swear your eyes couldn't get any wider, and you hate it. you must look like a freak to him. but if you do, he doesn't show any disgust. he removes your hair from your neck once again, letting it fall down your back. his knuckles caress the now yellow spot on the neck, the bruise slowly healing.
his eyes shift from the bruise to your eyes, his gaze softening. "not excited to see me?"
you gulp, figuring which words to use. you are, and you are not. you don't even know.
"that's okay."
his other hand find its spot on the back of your head, slightly tilting it so that the injured side of the neck is more exposed. you feel his warm breath against your skin, growing hotter and closer. you finally let out a noise, it being a whimper rather than a proper word or sentence. soft lips graze your skin, before his tongue delicately swipes across your bruise. your stomach has never felt fuzzier, and your head is in the clouds. all those butterflies you felt while reading the newspaper have now turned into a volcano, waiting to erupt any second. the cowboy continues giving attention to your now sensitive neck, having you tremble in his arms.
he notices, putting his other hand on your waist and pushing you further into the wall, silently ordering you to stay still. he leans his own body into you, warm sensation enveloping you and causing you to moan into his ear.
realizing your horrible mistake, your hands quickly find their way to his firm chest, in an attempt to push him away. but instead, your fingers grip the fabric of his ruined leather jacket, and your head falls completely in his control. his hand massages your scalp, all while his tongue never leaves you. he switches from tender kisses, to kitten licks, and if he doesn't stop soon, you might just drip all over the floor and his shoes.
as if he heard you, he delivers one final kiss, before he pulls away. "i'll see you downstairs at dinner. thank you for the room, dove. and for the lunch."
hearing the door slam shut, you can finally breathe normally. you are left to tremble against the wall, your neck and underwear wet, all because of him. you rush to one of the empty rooms, at the end of the hallway. you lock it, then toss yourself on the bed. you waste no time in flipping your dress over, your fingers finding the soft folds between your legs. you gasp, more at the state of it than the feeling. you are soaked, your fingers almost slipping from your folds.
you spend a worrying amount of time trying to please yourself somehow, but the buildup is just growing and growing, not giving any signs of erupting soon. no matter how much you picture your handsome cowboy, just a few doors away.
and you don't even know his name.
"did he touch you?"
"what?!"
"i'm serious. did he do anything to you?"
"father-" since when do you care? "he didn't!"
he continues to follow you while you serve the guests, asking questions and demanding to know the truth. "did he say anything?"
"like?"
"anything."
"he asked for a prostitute and i said i'm available tonight."
smack.
nobody turns, already used to your father's free will. you bite the inside of your now stinging hot cheek, wishing for nothing more than to hit him with the bottle of gin you had in your hand.
"fucking slut. just like your mother. give me that." he yanks the tray from your hands, causing two glasses to fall and shatter. "pick that up, and go to the stables."
"but it's dinner time-"
"judith will help me. go. now."
not only do you end up not eating yourself, but you don't see the man whose lips you're still feeling on you. maybe that's why your father told you to leave, just so you don't see him. is it possible that he knows today isn't the first time you see the cowboy?
you search for his horse, the one you thought was the prettiest one you've seen. but it's not in the stable.
"it got shot. he had to put her down." slowly getting used to sudden intrusions, you turn around. one of his companions sit on a block of hay.
"oh." is all you manage to say.
"a shame, really. especially because she was a present from his wife."
"what?" you turn around, the bucket of carrots falling from your hands.
"ah, he didn't tell you? why would he. he wouldn't be able to get into your pants if you knew he was married. haven't you noticed something shiny on his finger?"
no, no you haven't. because you were so mesmerized by his face and behavior you didn't question whether he has someone waiting for him at home. besides, a married man wouldn't... touch you the way he did?
"ah, poor thing. you thought he had a thing for you? you don't compare to his wife. he's an outlaw after all, our yunho. his wife is a perfect match for him, almost a female version of him. did you know that the bounty on her head is higher than his?"
you feel like you could throw up. from multiple reasons. you let a married man touch you. hell, you touched yourself to a married man. not just an ordinary man, but an outlaw? what if his wife finds out? is she really that dangerous? will you be next on her victim list? not able to contain the emotions any longer, you run to the corner, bending over the blocks of hay and puking on the floor.
"ah, there, there. i'm quite surprised, that was the calmest reaction yet. other women tend to jump at his throat immediately."
other women? the ground sways under your feet, threatening to crumble and swallow you.
"since you're not in a state to speak, i'll answer all the questions in your head. have a seat, please."
you finally take a good look at the man once you sit down, seeing him stand up in front of you. he's no less handsome than the cowboy, yunho, and he is older. but the somewhat evil smirk on his face is off putting. you hold the now empty bucket in your lap, carrots laying on the ground for the horses to feast on. just in case you feel sick again.
"see, while yunho does love his dear wife, she can be a bit of a handful for him. too... dominant for him, one could say. so he seeks submissiveness in other women, just like you. women who are the opposite to lori, women who are, well, nothing. much like you."
his words shoot at your heart, and you know he is right. it just feels disappointing to hear it out loud. were you really a nothing?
"he sleeps with them and whatever, and kindly robs them while they sleep from exhaustion. the rest of us do the same with others, not to worry. it's rude to exclude, don't you think? you know, you should really pay more attention to that notice board next to your house. my head is the third one from the left, right under the mighty stallion."
"why would you tell me this? what's in it for you?"
"my, you speak! what's in it for me? nothing, if i'm being honest. i just happen to be aware of the treatment your father gives you, and i guess the years are starting to catch up to me. i think i feel pity."
"you're going to ask for something in return, aren't you?"
"clever girl, you are." he crouches in front of you, cupping your cheek and caressing it with his thumb. "give me what you wanted to give yunho."
"i didn't want to-"
"you think i'm dumb? like you? i know that if he had only asked you, you would've jumped in his bed right away. therefore, i tell you, give me what i ask."
"no."
the older man scoffs, then stands up again. his hand remains on your cheek, but his thumb stops caressing it. he removes it, only to bring it back with a slap. losing balance, you fall on the ground. the man doesn't give you any time to process what just happened, grabbing you by your shoulders and throwing you on the pile of hay. you open your mouth, letting out a scream that gets cut off by his lips on your mouth. they feel greasy, reeking of onion and beef, not remotely close to yunho's.
your hands are trapped above your head, his hand holding it in place while his other one struggles with the layers of your dress and apron. you kick, as fast and hard as you can, but you only manage to piss him off. he pulls away, only to spit in your face.
"i bet you wouldn't give yunho a hard time like this. why do all women have to be so difficult? all i want to do is make you feel good, baby."
tears stream down your face, words stuck in your throat. even though nothing is blocking your mouth anymore, you don't speak.
"you know, if you just let me... i'd get rid of your father for good. i could take you with me, i'd make you feel good any time you ask. i could-"
his words are left hanging in the air, and you feel hot liquid splash over your face. the shooting noise catches up to you right after the man's body falls on you, lifeless. you finally scream, lungs hurting from the amount of it. your hands fly to your face, wiping off the liquid and staring at it. red drips down your hands, onto your neck, pure terror filling your body as you realize you have someone's remains all over you. short and fast breaths leave your mouth, chest compressed under his heavy figure. it is not until another figure pulls him off you, and puts his hand over your mouth with hushing noises.
"it's alright, love." you recognize the voice as wyatt's, who then helps you up. "hey, you're fine."
you're not. you do not know who to trust. then again, when you don't trust your own father, why bother?
"let's get you washed."
after splashing your face with cold water and wiping it with his handkerchief, wyatt helps you to the back entrance of the saloon, then goes back to the stables. probably to finish the business.
you find yourself laying in the guest bed again, only this time, the sheets aren't wet from arousal, but from tears. you spend at least two hours, eyes fixed on the wooden ceiling . you feel dirty, still feeling his dirty hands all over you. your fingers hesitantly touch your face, afraid that you'll stain them red again. your dress and apron still have droplets of now brown liquid. is this what yunho does? is that why he looked the way he did when he entered the saloon? only the blood on his clothes was still red, still very fresh.
if what the dead man said was true, then you best stay out of the cowboy's way. and just like that, your secret little romance story has turned into a horror one.
the next few days, you don't see yunho much. you see the prostitutes coming down from the top floor, sometimes two or three of them at a time. and you are disgusted. you only see him at breakfast, from afar, and he doesn't show much interest in approaching you. his companions surround him, making the frown on his face bigger every day. were they discussing the strategy of robbing the town? was there something in their way?
for a split second, the man catches your gaze. his eyes soften, and you swear you could see a faint smile on his lips. but you couldn't return it. not when you know the intentions behind it. the soft look is replaced by confusion, which grows even bigger when you only spare him an ice cold glance and move on with your work.
saturday evening, the saloon is full. it is foggy, reeks of cigarettes and alcohol, and is loud. you don't see him or his crew yet, and you are thankful for it. at least one evening of peace. so far.
"it's kind of disappointing, you know? i mean, the sex is amazing. well, you know. you had him yesterday. but it's so sad that the town fears him and wants him dead. wouldn't mind having a piece of that every day. my body is burning, and it's been two days, but i still want more."
"i know, right? what a shame. i wish he'd stick around longer. i don't know about you, but i love that thrill of knowing that he's an outlaw. a wanted man, a gorgeous wanted man, having his way with me? i don't think anything will top that. i mean, did you see his-"
"another drink?" you interrupt, not able to listen anymore.
they giggle among each other before handing you the downed glasses. the saloon quiets down when they hear thuds coming from the stairs. you regret looking up, eyes immediately locking with familiar brown ones. everyone seems to watch their step, ready to get up and free a table if yunho desires it. oh, the amount of power he holds. that isn't supposed to make you feel some type of way. you're supposed to hate him.
but how, when he approaches you so politely, tucking that loose piece of hair that's been bothering you all evening behind your ear. such a simple gesture, which awakes the oceans in you, and probably means nothing to him. just a foreplay, before he finally cages you and fulfills his plans.
slowly, but surely, the music goes on. the people are relaxed once they see yunho doesn't have any thirst for blood tonight.
"gin."
"right away."
the night goes on, with you tending to everyone. and the cowboy follows you with his eyes, so much that the two women at the bar near him start throwing themselves at him just to get his attention.
"say, when are we going to have fun again?"
"yeah, stallion. did you forget us already?"
yunho chuckles, seeing you approach the other side of the bar and mouth their words with a mocking face. you hear him, raising your head enough to look at him. caught red handed, you only awkwardly press your lips in a thin line, continuing to wash the dirty glasses.
"you were never really ones to remember," yunho simply says, bringing the glass to his lips and downing the drink in one go.
he stands up, not sparing the women a glance even after they audibly gasp and start murmuring among each other. he approaches your father, saying something into his ear, then looks at you once again before disappearing upstairs.
"here," a clean washcloth lands on the bar counter by the end of the night.
"what?"
"that cowboy, stallion. he needs a bath."
"so? he can get his own washcloths. why do i need to- oh."
"yeah, oh. we haven't had a single man in a while, so there was no need for edith. now you can go fill her position."
great.
you knock on the door, and use the other hand to fix your hair before you hear him say come in. you do as told, two washcloths secure in your hand as you go deeper in the room. it takes everything in you to stand still not collapse from the sight. his clothes are carelessly dumped on the floor, and he lays still in the wooden basin filled with water. the place is steamy, the fireplace keeping the winter cold away. yunho has his arms hanging from the basin, and his head resting against the edge. the steam has caused his hair to stick to his face, which was shiny. droplets of sweat roll down his neck and into the water, and you think that is the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.
he is so manly, so handsome, and so...
"you gonna stand there and watch while i slowly cook myself into a stew here?"
he is fresh shaven, that is the first thing you notice when you approach him. he lazily opens his eyes, the hot water having relaxed his muscles a bit more than he wanted to. "right, sorry."
you wet one washcloth, then wrap it around a bar of soap. you haven't done this since... ever. yes, you helped wash your sick cousin. but she was sick, and it was different. this? having a whole man naked right in front of you, and you were supposed to touch him?
"go on. i don't bite. not unless you want to."
"i really don't." you murmur, finally pressing the soap against his hot skin.
you exhale, your heart threatening to escape from your chest and jump into the basin with the cowboy. a thin layer of fabric is all that is in the way of you finally feeling him the way you wanted. a fabric that could so easily just slip from your fingers, and you accidentally touch him. and he likes it. and he acts on it. and-
"i see you breaking your back down there. every day. with your father, with all those perverts, with all those jealous women. you deserve better. my offer still stands, you know?"
"i'm fine," you say, just like last time.
"give yourself some time to think."
the next half hour is quiet. peaceful sounds of the wood cracking, water dripping, and yunho's calm breathing. his eyes are locked on you, and you are sweating as much as him, only for different reasons. you fear that he can read your mind, figure out just how naughty the images in your head are getting. but when it gets to a certain point, you are reminded of that night, and you stop. that bastard has stolen your first kiss, and almost stole your first time. if anything, you are thankful that yunho has brought wyatt with him.
"uh... can you sit up straight?"
yunho raises an eyebrow, amused. you clear your throat when he doesn't move, looking around before finally figuring it out.
"could you sit up straight, sir? please?"
"right away, darling."
he does as asked, exposing his back to you. heavens, you want to- you want to- you don't even know what you want. there he sits, a whole meal right in front of you, and all you can do is breathe heavily and act all clumsy. you rub the soap on his back, gently massaging him and feeling every line on his body.
"you missed a spot."
"huh?"
"right here." his warm hand takes your wrist, guiding you towards his chest once again. your hand rests over his beating heart, and if you weren't so foolishly focused on seeing what the missed spot was, you would've seen the look on his face that is yelling to kiss him.
"oh, sorry."
he doesn't get angry. instead, he chuckles fondly. you are so delicate and innocent, it hurts him. too mesmerized by your focused face, he doesn't notice that your hand is traveling to his stomach. he jolts, hand clasping your wrist so tight that it has you whimper. you seem to have found a sensitive spot, not only to the body, but to the mind and heart. the look on his face shifts from a soft to an angry one, and you take it as your cue to step back.
"that's all. you can go." he mutters, looking away from you.
"but-"
"i'll finish up. go."
coming back to the stables, it takes a lot of energy. you first go during the day, with jongho. he knew, wyatt told him. the rest only knew that wyatt and the man got into a fight and wyatt had to shoot him. jongho is understanding, kind, and doesn't seem to share any of the qualities that the dead man had given them. not only is he not interested in doing any harm to the town and its people, but he is rather helpful.
yunho, again, is nowhere to be seen. you hesitate to ask. you don't know what you did wrong, but you pray that the night isn't your last encounter with him.
you stand in front of the stables, memories flooding your brain once you see the hay blocks. they have been rearranged, some destroyed, possibly by jongho or wyatt. the horses are sitting together in the corner, enjoying the warmth of each other during the first snowy day.
"i can't do it."
"that's alright. i won't force you. i just don't want one sick man to keep haunting you even when he's no longer here."
"i need time."
jongho only smiles reassuringly, patting your shoulder. he's nice, why doesn't your stomach toss and turn when you see him the way it does when you see yunho?
"i still wonder what he told you about yunho. your behaviour towards him isn't at all like he described it."
"what, he spoke to you about me?"
wyatt subtly kicks his knee from the side, ordering him to stop. but jongho feels rather mischievous today, and is growing annoyed of his leader. they were supposed to move on days ago, not behave like tourists.
"you first. i want to know why you despise him. well, except obvious reasons." the young man turns around, pointing at their companions scattered in the main street, keeping people away and scared.
you sit on the bench in front of the stable, running your hands through your already messy hair before finding the right words to say. "is he married?"
the two men look at each other, their faces not giving you much of an answer. they are extremely good at masking their emotions. wyatt sighs, sitting down to your right. "yes. and no."
"what do you mean? yes or no?"
"well, it's complicated." jongho says, sitting to your left.
"it's also not our story to tell," wyatt adds, looking over at jongho with a warning look, "yunho is the one that should be telling you."
you scoff, making both men look at you in confusion. "does it matter? he'll just sleep with me, you all will do your part of the job, and then you'll leave. i should do it as soon as possible, for both of our sakes. i imagine you can't wait to leave this town, just like we can't wait for you to leave."
"listen, if yunho wanted to harm you, he would. we never stay in one place longer than three days. we've been here far longer, as you can see. i don't know the reason yet, but i know he doesn't mean any harm. did he have a change of heart? doubt it. will he continue his crimes? i don't doubt that. is there something holding him here? yes, yes there is. i might have a guess, but-"
"jongho. shut the fuck up."
"i wasn't going to tell her, wyatt, relax."
the two men bicker over you, random words and sentences traveling to your ears and overstimulating your brain. you start feeling dizzy, suddenly overwhelmed by everything. you stand up and march down the street, leaving the two men to feel bad on the bench.
the next time you go to the stables, it is night again. and it is because your father throws a glass at you. it hits the wall right next to you, breaking, shards flying into your skin. you have nowhere to go, yunho's companions basically running the town by now. you don't need one of them to get a hold of you again. you sit on the new pile of hay, far in the corner. sobbing, pulling at your hair, cursing yourself.
how wise would it be to actually take his offer? would you be able to survive on your own? or would every single man in town finally be happy that you're all alone, unprotected, and out of someone's cage.
it hurts to even think about it, and it causes you to sob even more. your chest hurts, and after what seems like hours of crying, you aren't sure if it's from physical or emotional pain.
the animals seem to feel sorry for you, because soon enough two horses find their comfort in the hay right next to you, shielding your figure from the outside world. you can't help but laugh at the bigger one, his head pushing into your lap and demanding attention.
"aren't you cute?"
your fingers gently caress its neck, lulling it to sleep. it seems like the whole stable was affected, because soon enough they all start laying down one by one, calling it an early night and pulling you to sleep with them. funny how you got way more peace and affection from animals than your own family.
"moonshine."
click. click. click.
"come on, girl."
the warm surface you were laying on moves, following the mouth clicking noises and leaving your head to rest on the hay. you're still asleep, not aware that someone else has joined you in the stable. but the other person isn't aware that you're there either.
"there's my good girl," the man pets the black stallion, which lives up to its name and stands under the moonlight, in its full glory and shine. "aren't you beautiful?"
your eyes peel open, the voice slowly waking you up. you hear crunching, and a bucket rattling. when you finally open your eyes, you see the outline of the familiar figure at the entrance. it is not yet morning, that you figure out by the darkness that has swallowed the place. the only light being the gas lantern hanging from the saloons entrance, you don't see much. but you recognize that hat and figure anywhere.
"i wish you could speak, my pretty moonshine. you'd tell me why blood was spilled, and why my pretty girl won't lay her eyes on me anymore."
his...? his pretty girl? you don't move a muscle, hoping to hear more. the mare only points its head towards the bucket, demanding more food. yunho chuckles, reaching for another apple.
"do you think i scared her away? i made sure she knows i don't mean any harm to her. did someone fill her pretty head with something?"
the mare lets out a noise, as if wanting to confirm. yunho exhales, then sets the bucket aside. he goes further into the stable, walking just past you and grabs the saddle from the corner. going back, his boot gets caught in your dress, and causes him to halt. you shut your eyes, pretending to still sleep.
"heavens." he exhales.
you feel him get closer to you, and almost betray yourself when you feel his knuckles caress your face.
"darling?"
his voice is usually low and pleasant, but hearing him whisper is just something else. why does he have to be so perfect, yet so dangerous?
you stretch, pretending to not notice him yet. finally opening your eyes, you fake a gasp. you lean back into the hay, trying to keep a distance from him. he crouches in front of you, fixing his hat. you can't get over how well it suits him.
"had a good nap?"
"well, yes. had." you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"that's no place to sleep, dove."
"it's the only place that gives me comfort right now."
he nods, understandingly. he offers you his hand to take, and you only look at him, puzzled.
"i'll take you to a place that will give you more comfort."
"i'm not sure-"
"that wasn't a question." the tone is serious, but the wink he gives you after it relaxes you.
the cowboy stands up, making his way to his mare. you stand up, dusting off your dress and following him. he puts the saddle on the horse, securing it, then offers you his hand again. this time you take it, not yet sure what he had in mind.
"go on, climb her."
"uh... she's quite... bigger than the last one. or any other one i rode on."
"yeah, moonshine is quite something. she's gentle though, nothing to worry about. go on, don't be shy."
with a bit of struggle, and a little push from yunho, you finally sit comfortably on the tall mare. she indeed shines under the moon, black fur reflecting beautifully in the dark night. yunho climbs behind you, taking the leash in his hands and guiding the mare down the street.
"is she fast?"
"she can be. want to see?"
"i don't know. i might scream."
he chuckles. he maintains the pace, gracefully trotting down the quiet sleepy town. you see some of his companions keeping watch, each nodding their heads your way as you pass them. your gaze falls on his hands, searching for the shiny item that was mentioned that night. but you don't see it. was it really a lie? or did yunho somehow know, and took it off? is the wife even real?
"hold on tight." he whispers into your ear, hot breath brushing your neck and cheek.
you grab onto his thighs, instinctively, right before you pass the last house and yunho whips the leash against the mare. it neighs, puts its two front legs up in the air and almost throws you on the grown. you gasp, but manage to collect yourself once the animal returns to its position and starts galloping. it feels like you're flying, and you're enjoying it more than you're scared of it. your hair flies into his face probably, but he doesn't say anything.
you pass hills, past the river where you first saw the man, and into the mountains. you don't remember the last time you went this far outside of town. not only because you weren't allowed, but you had no time or way. it's not as if you had a horse of your own.
his thighs are firm under your hands, nothing but pure muscle. and it suddenly drives you crazy, the way you feel his torso pressed against your back, arms holding the leash and keeping you from falling off along the way, his breath against your ear.
"you alright?"
"yes!"
"how do you feel? scared?"
"this is so much fun! it's scary and fun!"
his laugh is loud over the wind, chest vibrating behind you. the mare slows its pace when arriving on the steep mountain trails, carefully navigating to the top. once there, it comes to a halt. it is not very high, but high enough too overlook the fields, the river, and the distant town. yunho dismounts, then helps you down.
"cold?" he asks, noticing your trembling frame.
"a bit."
this time, he doesn't throw the spare jacket at you like the first time you met. he takes off his own, helping you put it on. it's warm, smells like him, and it's making you so dizzy you might just fall off the cliff. taking a good look at him, you decide that even if he is dangerous, his handsomeness makes up for it. he wears a brown waistcoat, accentuating his thin waist and broad shoulders. heavens, he is so dashing.
you stand still, waiting for his next plan. he pulls a blanket out of the saddlebag, along with the familiar white cloth, and sets it on the ground. the mare continues it's path further up, taking a spot near a boulder, as if used to the situation already. which brings you back to the questions in your head; did he bring other women here?
"sit down, peach. make yourself comfortable."
and you do, right next to him. you both sit still for a few moments, looking at the faint light in the distance. yunho then fidgets with something in the pocket of his jeans, before holding it out for you to take. in his open palm lays a ring, the very ring you've heard about and had your head spinning for days.
"hmph," he laughs through his nose, "figured that was the issue."
"there is no issue. you have a wife. end of story."
"take it."
"no."
"take it."
"i don't want to."
yunho sighs, then closes his hand again. he sits still for a few moments, as if thinking. and then-
"why would you do that?!"
you stand up, watching the shiny piece of jewelry fall from the cliff.
"if you listened and took it, you would've seen how worthless it is."
"i don't need your wedding ring, yunho."
his eyebrows are knit together, and you suddenly realize your mistake.
"you know my name."
"yeah."
"how?"
and you tell him. every detail of it, including the wife story. he listens carefully, face not giving any emotion. typical. by the time you finish, you are laying down and looking up at the shiny sky, tears streaming down your face. yunho is propped up on his elbow, laying on the side and listening. his fingers catch a fresh tear, brushing your cheek in the process. you are left completely baffled when he puts the very same fingers on his lips, tongue peeking out to lick the salty liquid.
"you poor thing." he coos, bringing his hand back to you. he removes the hair from your neck, then smiles with satisfaction once he sees your healed skin. "that's good. seems my medical techniques worked."
you scoff, putting your hair back over your neck with embarrassment. "so, uh... your wife?"
"a psycho."
"oh."
"she stabbed me. almost bled out to death if it weren't for jongho."
he says it so casually, as if it isn't a big deal. "you're still married though, right? that's why you had the ring."
"not quite. we weren't really married. it was just play pretend, so she could have half of everything i was bringing back. once i stopped, the bitch jumped me with a knife. barely made it out alive."
"then... why did you keep it?"
"to keep women away from me. well, those i didn't want."
"but you sleep with them. you use them anyway."
he frowns at the accusation. "no, no i don't. i only rob. i sleep only with prostitues, sometimes. what my companions do is none of my business. we have a deal, and i do not ask about what they do. just like they don't ask about me or what i do."
so, not all of it is true. but then again, can you really trust him?
"i'm so sorry, dove. if i knew that sick bastard would go behind my back, even after threatening them not to touch you-"
"it's fine. nothing happened." you try, seeing him get angrier with every second he spends imagining the situation you were in.
"he stole your first kiss."
"well, yes. but, what's done is done. it was barely a kiss, really. more like mouth to mouth breathing. it was like inhaling a whole onion." you say with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. but yunho doesn't laugh. instead, he unbuttons his waistcoat, then his shirt.
"what- what are you doing?"
"well, since you showed me your bruises, and told me your story, it would only be fair that i showed you mine."
you remember the night you washed him, when you went to touch his stomach and he told you to leave. kneeling in front of him, you finally get to see why. a scar decorates his lower torso, just above the jeans and the v-line. you breathe in, ready to do something you would only in your dreams.
you lean in, hands trembling against the blanket and fingers scrunching it from the nervous state you're in. yunho shivers, feeling your lips press against his scar. you don't stop there, inspired by his own actions. you allow your tongue to graze it, and when you get another gasp from him, you take it as a sign to keep going. his hand finds its place under your chin, raising your head to that you can look at him. and he snaps.
he grabs you by your waist, pulling you up so that you sit in his lap. you don't fight back, you're enjoying it. over the layers of the dress, you feel something poking you, and it makes your cheeks heat up.
"stop looking at me like that." he whispers, lips inches away from yours.
"like what?"
"with those big eyes. like you want me to ravish you right here."
"maybe i do."
"you're saying risky things, sugar."
seeing that he doesn't intend on making the first move, you do. you close the distance, pressing your lips against his. you don't know what you're doing, but try your best. luckily, he gives in, humming into your lips and kissing you properly. his hands on your waist scrunch the fabric of your dress as he contains himself from just pushing you below him and having you his way. he needs to take it slow. you're not like others.
"relax your jaw." he mumbles, and when you do, he allows his tongue to touch your lips, as if asking for permission to enter. and you grant it, parting your lips and unsurely letting your tongue join his.
he massages your muscle with his own skilled one, rubbing it just right and making your thighs rub and seek pleasure. he kisses you slow, and deep, each stroke of his tongue more passionate than the previous one. he feels you get annoyed by something, and is forced to stop.
"what is it?"
"as much as i love your hat, it's in the way."
the man chuckles below you, immediately removing the hat and putting it on your head. "there."
"how do i look?" you adjust it, getting used to the new item.
"like a feast."
with a swift move, yunho pulls your body closer to his face, so that it is between your legs. his hands shuffle through the layers of fabric, finally finding the undergarment and pushing it aside. "what are you doing? i'm going to squish you!"
"sit."
"what?!"
"sit."
you hover above him, not yet listening. this time, he is the one to get annoyed, and puts his hands on your bottom. he slams you against his face, tongue immediately licking a stripe up your already slick folds. you gasp, hand flying to his shoulders for support.
"rock your hips, sunshine. make yourself feel good."
you do as told, rocking your hips back and forth on his tongue, soft moans and gasps leaving your mouth. you tremble in his hands, the newfound pleasure too much for you to handle. "i can't- yunho, it's too much-"
the man only sends you a mischievous look, before taking the situation into his own hands. his plush lips close around your clit, sucking it, while the tip of his tongue teases the tip of your clit. you let out a long and loud moan, body shuddering from the surge of intense pleasure.
"fuuuck-" you whine, hips hopelessly grinding against his tongue.
deciding it's enough, yunho flips you underneath him with a swift motion. "do you want to do this?"
"yes, please."
"then, i'll have to prepare you. since you asked so nicely."
he flips your dress over, exposing your wet bottom to the cool air. you shiver again, his jacket not helping much with the cold.
"this is going to hurt a little. i promise i'll be gentle."
you nod, then go back to abusing the poor blanket underneath you. you bite into it, feeling his long digits intrude your tight walls. it is unpleasant, but not that painful.
"that's a good girl. you're so wet for me, look how easily you're taking me."
he starts pumping in and out, squelching noises having you completely lose your mind and almost drool on the blanket. his fingers are long, very long. how will you survive his-?
"this good, darling?"
"yes."
"yes, what?"
"yes, sir." you moan out, hips moving along with his hand in hopes of more pleasure.
he doesn't speed up. being soft and slow seems to be his way of doing it, and it is a pace you are enjoying very much. it's not fast, like you do it. you do it to get rid of it. he does it for actual pleasure. when he removes his fingers, you can't help but whine at the loss of contact. he turns you around so that you lay on your back, facing him. his hair is a mess, much like yours, and he smiles lazily at you.
"my needy girl." he coos, pressing a kiss to your lips. "can i claim you, sweet thing?"
"what?"
"do you wish to be mine?"
do you? or is it just the horny speaking instead of you? either way, you might end up regretting. so you simply say:
"yes, sir."
"say my name, darling." he pulls himself out of his jeans, the tip of his cock running circles on your sensitive clit.
"yunho."
he hums, slipping his tip past your folds. "again."
"yunho," you gasp, feeling him inch by inch splitting you in half.
"again."
"yunho-"
"more."
"yunho," thrust, "yunho," thrust, "yunho!"
he gets lost in the feeling of your tight warm walls, hips snapping deep inside of you and driving you crazy. you get wetter by the second, even more when you see him so dizzy. it's nice to know that you have him in a chokehold as much as he has you.
"does it hurt?"
"no," you reply.
"that's because you're so perfectly made for me. look at you, you fit in the palm of my hand."
that's not true, obviously. but the way he says it makes you really feel that you could fit, and that you could stay protected there. his hips collide with yours, and your eyes roll back.
"such a pretty pussy," he growls, pace getting sloppier and slower. "wish i could do this all night long."
"me too," you moan.
his hands rip your dress apart, exposing your chest. his lips waste no time in attaching to your skin, leaving bite marks all over it, until reaching the tense nipples. he takes one in his mouth, tongue swirling around it, while his other hand plays with the other. your fingers find comfort in pulling his hair, subconsciously pushing his head into you further.
"my sweet peach," he coos, cock sliding in and out so easily, "my pretty girl."
"so sweet"
"even your moans are so beautiful"
"use me for your pleasure, darling"
you find yourself moving your hips along with his, only in a faster pace. you need to finally feel that orgasm. you feel something build up in the bottom of your stomach, and you're not sure what to do.
"yunho..."
"yes, my love?"
"i don't know how to- how to orgasm."
"you'll feel it. don't think about it. just relax, and let your body do it. let me do it."
you feel the buildup, then you lose it. again, and again, until you whine about it. yunho turns you around again, so that you are sitting on his lap. you feel him deep in your stomach, almost pulsating.
"let's try this."
he helps you up and down, rolls your hips, until he finds what works for you. you hover above him, hopelessly biting into his neck to contain your inappropriate noises. his hips snap into yours with a fast pace, finally hitting the spot you didn't know existed. the buildup starts again, this time not stopping. and when pleasure washes you over, you can't help but pull at yunho's hair mercilessly, moaning into his ear and letting yourself completely go. he helps you ride it out, waves of intense pleasure washing over you as yunho helps himself get closer.
"fuck, darling." he growls, pulling out of you.
"wait, what about you?"
"i'll just- i don't know."
his hand wraps around his cock, which is ready to unleash any moment. the man almost audibly gasps when he sees you kneel in front of him, innocently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. just how did you know?
"are you sure?"
"positive."
"absolutely sure?"
"yunho?"
"yes?"
"please cum in my mouth."
and it's all it takes. yunho jerks himself on your tongue, or at least tries to. some of it ends up on your face, but you so carefully try to collect every single drop he gives you. you don't miss the way his head falls back, eyes rolling and low moans escaping his pretty lips. coming down from his high with one last pump and moan, he finally looks at you. the texture on your tongue is not the most pleasant one, but you decide to impress him further, and swallow it. he scoffs in disbelief, running a hand through his hair.
"you are just perfect, aren't you?"
in the morning, the ride back is much more comfortable. you still wear his hat, proudly, and his jacket. he can't help but kiss your shoulder as you ride, having it difficult enough to keep his hands off you. if only he could hold you in his pocket all day.
upon entering the town, you notice the people, your people, standing and waiting. would now be the right time to tell yunho you accept his offer?
he helps you dismount, before taking the revolver in his hand.
"what's this? a rebellion?" he says, mockingly.
"does she know?" your father asks, pointing at you.
you scrunch your eyebrows, looking between the two men. something shines in your fathers hand, and you realize he also holds a revolver.
"there is nothing to know." yunho replies, approaching him and standing in front of you. "you keep your mouth shut."
"oh, but there is. see, my little daughter, if you want to whore around, you could've picked anyone from the town. not your own mother's killer."
blood runs cold in your veins. the sun suddenly doesn't shine as bright anymore, and the man in front of you morphs into someone else. he turns around towards you, shaking his head. "no..."
"he shot her."
"you shot my father!"
"he deserved it!"
"no, the fuck he didn't!"
you step back, tears burning your eyes. did you really give yourself to the man who took your mother away from you? who also took your father away from you?
"listen-" yunho tries, hands reaching to touch you.
"don't touch me."
"he came here to finish the business. but he didn't count that he would fall for the daughter. what a clash of interests."
he doesn't deny it. and it only infuriates you more. so he did have an evil plan after all.
"you came for me, didn't you?" your father presses further, raising his revolver.
"no, i didn't." yunho replies, face changing from a guilty and sorry one to a neutral. "i came for her."
he grabs you by your shoulders, putting his hand over your mouth. you toss, scream, and whatnot, but what are you compared to his grip?
"i assume you won't care much if i took her away. but it would mean much to me. tit for tat."
"you are to never step foot into this town again. not you, not your companions."
yunho nods. and your father puts his weapon away. and it crashes your heart. you know you don't mean much to him, but to give you to an outlaw so easily?
"i came for what i wanted, not to worry. you won't see me ever again."
and just like that, you find yourself tied up and tossed over the black mare.
why did you ever wish for a life other than the one you had?
"you're all mine now, sunshine."
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It’s giving… academic rival, enemies to lovers vibes for me 🤔 Where the tension between you two is electric! I shall start working on this right away. 
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It’s giving… academic rival, enemies to lovers vibes for me 🤔 Where the tension between you two is electric! I shall start working on this right away.