This Night Together - Chapter Six (j.yh + S.mg)

this night together - chapter six (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter six: growing pains

chapter summary: finally it's time to move past things, it's just a question of how.

warnings: references to a/b/o dynamics such as heat and knotting and designations, not much else though...

notes: thank you all so much for your patience while i worked on this one! next chapter might take a little time too because work has been insane, but i'm doing my best to keep consistent for you all. i've also really enjoyed all the fun asks i'm getting! it helps keep me writing, so feel free to message me anytime! x

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.8K

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Your body aches from overuse, exhaustion pouring through you, but you need to finish, you have to. The muscles in your thighs are burning, your legs quivering as you try to steady yourself. With a slow exhale you try to center yourself, blinking away the sweat in your eyes. 

San smiles down at you, “That’s good,” 

“I can’t,” You shake your head. 

“You can,” He nods, “I know, you can,”

His hand brushes along your forearm and he gives you the smallest squeeze. 

“San,” You exhale his name in a tired breath. 

“One more set,” He encourages. 

One more set might kill you. You drop your hands from the handles by your shoulders, sinking back against the padded back of the leg press machine and give him one more shake of your head. 

“Do you want to be the best?” San asks this time, a smirk on his face, “Or are you good with being just okay?” 

“Fuck,” You mutter under your breath. 

“Come on,” He taps your thigh as he shifts positions to stand directly at your side and spot you, “set it up,” 

You shift back into position, holding the handles and adjusting your body into proper form. You brace yourself against the plate under your feet and unlock the safety at your side. The weight drops a little more heavily onto your shoulders, but you quickly shift into another headspace and with your teeth tight and your eyes focused on something distant at the other end of the gym you drop into a squat, pushing back up as smoothly as you can to your original position. 

“Nice,” He comments, sliding his hand under the pad that sticks out past your shoulder, hovering his hand here, “Give me two more,” 

You get your breath back, and go for one more. 

“Good,” San says matter of factly. 

Last one. You make it quick, ignoring the burn up your legs and exhaling hard when you make it back to the resting position. 

You’re about to take your hands off the handle and lock the machine back in place but San taps the pad and shakes his head, “You got one more, I didn’t even touch this,” 

“San,” Your chest is heaving. 

“I didn’t touch it,” He tells you, “it’s not failure, come on, one more,” 

You go again. 

“Yep, one more,” He smiles, “let’s go,” 

All you can do is press your eyes tight and sink low into the squat again. You know he won’t let you off the machine until you do. This time, you pause at the bottom, taking a deep breath before you start pushing up again. 

“There you go,” San hypes you up, his hand still hovering under the pad, “don’t quit”

You let out a tight, pained noise at the top, letting your head fall back as the relief floods your legs. 

“One more,” 

There’s no way this isn’t the last one, you can feel it in every ounce of your body, but if failure is what he wants, that’s what he’ll get. You drop down again, but this time you're shaking on the push upwards, and San catches it immediately. He moves his hand up to the pad and shifts so he can catch the extra weight, supporting you as you make it back to the top and lock the safety in place. 

“I got you,” He says, making sure the machine is locked before he moves out from under the pad to back at your side. 

You’re still catching your breath, but with the extra weight no longer on you, you’re able to collapse out and rest against the press plate, “Damn,” 

San pulls the towel off his shoulder and grabs the antibacterial spray from the shelving behind your machine, “You said you wanted to work harder,” 

“Yeah,” You sigh, catching your breath, “I didn’t know you were going to turn into a drill sergeant,” 

“Hey,” He laughs, “I’m very nice, I’m just not going to let you quit.” 

“Mhm,” You reach for your water, gulping it down. 

“You could have quit,” He finishes wiping down the machine and smiles, “but you didn’t. Be proud of yourself,” 

“I am,” You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and take another breath, “practice is going to be hard,” 

“Oh, yeah,” He tosses you another towel, “your legs are going to feel like jelly for a few days,” 

“Great,” You laugh. 

“It’s fine,” He brushes off your tone, “it’ll get easier, and if you’d use the foam roller like I told you,” 

“Oh my god, okay,” You groan, “whatever you say, Coach Choi.” 

His eyebrow quirks and he crosses his arms, “I like that,” 

“Of course you do,” 

“Wooyoungie!” He calls out across the gym, and you swivel your head to watch Wooyoung pull off one headphone, “If I asked nicely, would you call me Coach Choi?” 

Wooyoung grimaces, “Absolutely not,” 

You fall apart into laughter at his expression, but before you can add anything else another voice enters the mix. 

“Hey, San,” Minseok says from a few feet away as he sets up on a bench, “you have time for a spot?” 

A few more members of the crew trickle in behind Minseok, preparing for their own gym days and they disperse to pick out their machines and start their routines. Minseok doesn’t spare a second glance at you even though you’re hip to hip next to San, but it’s unsurprising, he’s never really taken the time to get to know you. 

“Sure,” San nods and then turns back to you, “you’re just cooling down now, right?” 

“Yeah,” You shake your head, “there’s literally no way I can do anything else,” 

“Cool,” He smiles and heads towards Minseok, “you did so good, okay?” 

“Okay, okay,” You roll your eyes and head for the treadmills, stepping up onto the one next to Wooyoung. 

“Hey,” He says, a little breathless as he starts to slow his pace, having just finished the most intensive part of his run. 

“Hey,” You amp up the incline and get your own machine started to have a cooldown walk. 

“Are you regretting asking San for more training yet?” Wooyoung asks with a smirk. 

“Mm,” You groan, “a little,” 

“He loves it though,” He says and nods towards where San is now preparing to spot Minseok, “I think in another life he was an actual personal trainer,” 

“I don’t know how he does it,” You admit. 

Wooyoung smiles and takes a generous swig of his water as he slows to a walking pace that matches yours. “Has Yujin talked to you yet today?” He asks suddenly. 

You swivel your head to look at him, “No?” 

He smiles wide, “No reason,” 

You lower your voice, “Tell me,” 

“Nope,” He shakes his head, “she wants to be the one to tell you,” 

“Is it bad?” Your stomach sinks, no idea what in the world she would have to tell you. 

You’re suddenly full of sick, nervous knots. For the past few weeks everything has been tense and uncomfortable, Yunho and Mingi still keeping their distance and you always feel a half step behind no matter how close you’ve started to get with San, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa. 

Wooyoung laughs at your expression, “Why would I look so happy if it’s bad news,” he says, “y/n, relax,” 

“Okay, okay,” You breathe, “so it’s good?”

“Definitely,” 

“I’m more confused now,” You confess. 

“Don’t stress,” He repeats the same sentiment, “just go find her when you’re done with your workout,” 

You chew the inside of your lip and flex your hands on the handles of the treadmill, “Okay,” 

You walk silently side by side for another minute, just letting the ambient sounds of the gym pass over you, when Wooyoung hums quietly to himself. 

“What?” You glance over at him and his tight expression. 

His eyes dart right to you, and his voice drops so low you almost miss his words, “You started your new suppressants, right?” 

“Mhm,” You nod, glancing around you to see if anyone’s in earshot. 

“Hmm,” He shrugs, “weird,” 

“You can’t just… what’s weird?” 

“Minseok’s still eyeing you up,” He says, and you physically fight the urge to look over to where he and San are working out. 

“He’s not,” You insist, “I swear to God, you think everyone wants to sleep with everyone,” 

Wooyoung rolls his eyes hard, “Maybe he just likes you,” 

You take the moment to subtly look his way, but despite what Wooyoung said, he’s not staring at you. He’s not even facing you, only San catches your eye and shoots you a friendly smile. 

“Okay, see,” You nod towards them, “you’re definitely making this up,” 

“I swear,” His voice spikes a little and you shake your head to keep him quiet, so he drops his voice low again, “I’m just saying.” 

“Well, say something else,” You roll your eyes, “because that’s ridiculous.” 

Wooyoung grumbles something under his breath, drinking more water and stretching out his arms and you let it lie. It’s taken weeks for things to balance back out to normal with your body. When nineteen days finally come and go, and with your insurance active and suppressants back in hand, you finally feel like you can relax. 

For the three weeks between your heat and your first dose you did everything to dampen your omega scent using natural methods, hoping that some residual alpha pheromones would linger for just long enough to keep any extra attention off, but there’s nothing like the security of a strong suppressant. The difference is palpable, off them you can always feel the lingering stares of alphas, the way they always try to find little ways to get closer to you, the way they look. You’ve always hated it. 

Wooyoung has been sticking to you like glue, and he’s the first person to make a face at an unwelcome advance, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pushing you right back into San and Seonghwa’s proximity. He knows what this feeling is like, the nervous glances over your shoulder and unwillingness to walk alone, and he never, ever lets you feel it for very long. Despite his insistence though, Minseok hasn’t been one of those alphas at all. He’s stayed consistently in his lane of ignoring you with the exception of a polite smile here and there. You’ve been far more aware of other alphas in the crew noticing you, and you’ve been doing your best to keep your distance. 

“Maybe you should ask him out,” Wooyoung presses the button to turn off his machine and his steps slow. 

You turn yours off too, ready to be done, “Woo!” You hiss under your breath. 

“Maybe it would help,” Wooyoung shrugs, “you know, getting over them,” 

“I don’t need to get over anyone,” You press, “you’re making things up again,” 

“Fine,” He sighs, “I’m the crazy one,” 

You curse softly under your breath as he hops off his machine. 

“Hey,” He says, his voice once again at a normal volume and you turn towards him, “don’t forget to talk to Yujin,” 

“Got it,” You move to wipe down your machine. 

“Drinks later?” Wooyoung asks, giving you a smile as if he didn’t just try to dismantle your entire love life during a casual workout chat. 

“Maybe,” 

“Good,” 

He’s gone in a flash, full of energy even after the workout and you’re left alone on the still treadmill, glancing over once more at San and Minseok, both of whom seem engrossed in their workouts. It’s not that he isn’t cute, you’ve definitely had a passing thought or two about his hair and the way he looks when he’s dancing, but you don’t know him. You don’t even really want to know him, at least not like that. 

You shake off those thoughts and move to fill your water bottle up at the fountain in the back and let yourself cool off a bit. Whatever Yujin wants to talk to you about, it’s work related and you’d rather focus there than on anything else. You toss your towel over your shoulder and push open the door as you start to tap out a text message to Wooyoung, confirming drinks for later. A text that he surely already knows is coming. 

You collide hard into a firm, warm chest and stumble back, “Sorry!”

Familiar hands catch your elbows, “No, no, I’m sorry,” 

You take a natural step to the side and Yunho’s hands pull back quickly, another apology on his lips but he clears his throat and glances to the side into the gym. 

This awkwardness has to end, it has to. 

You take a little leap of faith, “Have you seen Yujin today?” 

His eyes meet yours and he softens a little, work a safe topic, “Yeah, she’s in the far studio room,” 

“Cool,” You give him a quick smile and dip your head a little, “sorry, again,” 

He shakes his head, “It’s fine,” 

“Okay,” You take a few steps back down the hall, “well, I’ll see you at practice later,” 

“Yeah,” His voice is soft, but he recovers with ease, “yeah, see you,” 

You want to ask him how he is, but he gives you one more small, polite smile before disappearing behind the gym door that swings shut with a heavy metallic sound. It’s not much, but it’s something. 

You find Yujin stretching in the far practice room just like Yunho said. Dahan, another one of the female choreographers is by her side, looking through something on her phone as they talk casually. You’ve always liked them, both of them a large reason why you wanted to come work here, and though they’ve been kind to you, you still feel like you’re working on proving yourself to them. 

“Hey,” You get their attention, “Wooyoung said you were looking for me?” 

“He’s got the biggest mouth,” Yujin sighs as she knots her long blonde hair up in a twist. 

“Oh,”

“I was just going to talk to Jaemin before talking to you,” She explains, pushing herself up from the floor, “so don’t get too excited,” 

“Um,” You glance between them, “okay?” 

Dahan gets to her feet as well, adjusting the waistband of her sweatpants, “It’s good news,” 

Yujin nods, “You can’t tell anyone outside the family,” she starts off and you nod, “but we’re debuting a girl group next fall.” 

“Really?” Your eyes widen. 

“Mhm,” She nods, “they have their trainees put together, and they have two song guides ready,” 

“That’s exciting,” 

“We got the first guide this week,” Yujin explains, “and we’re getting started with choreography soon, your name came up.” 

“My name?” You trail off. 

“You’re quick,” Dahan jumps in, “and you make strong suggestions. We’d like to include you in some of those conversations.” 

“Choreography conversations,” 

“Yeah,” Yujin smiles, “Seonghwa and Yunho are running point on the choreo along with us, but we wanted to pull you and San into the initial conversations.” 

“That’s amazing,” You manage. 

“I still have to talk to Jaemin,” Yujin points out, “but it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“I really appreciate it,” You’re fighting the urge to grin like an idiot. 

“Just keep it to yourself for the moment,” She follows up, “and next week when things get going, I’ll pull you in.” 

“Thanks, Yujin,” Your body is swelling with nervous fluttering knots, torn between elated and terrified. A little piece of you had wondered what sharing your heat with Yunho and Mingi would do to your time here, if they would start to look past you entirely for opportunities, but you know now that was just your fear. 

Back in the hall you can’t stop smiling. You feel dizzy, chest bubbling with excitement. 

You want to tell someone so badly it hurts. Not someone, Mingi. You want to tell Mingi. After all the time he’s spent with you, working with you late at night and building your confidence and your skills, he’s the only one you want to call. 

You picture the way he’d grin, wide and a little knowing. He’d play it off like you were being dramatic, but when he hugged you close you know he’d murmur something in your ear. You miss his voice. You thought by now these feelings would have faded away into nothing, but you sometimes still catch yourself sinking into this unfamiliar longing. 

Your phone buzzes in the tight pocket of your leggings and you answer the call smoothly after the first ring, your worries fading the minute you hear his voice. 

“Quick,” Seonghwa hums, “are you just sitting around waiting for my call?”

“Funny,” You smile, leaning back against the wall. 

“You know that I am,” He says, and you can practically see the charming curve of his mouth. 

“Mm,” You huff a small laugh, “did you need something?” 

“That depends,” He says and you can hear the sounds of the streets in the background, “are you at the studio yet?” 

“Yeah, I just finished training with Sannie,” You tell him, “if it’s anything that involves walking up and down stairs, I’m out.” 

He laughs sharply, “No, no, I’m stopping at that coffee place you like,” 

You had mentioned it to him one time two weeks ago, and his attention to detail makes you smile. 

“Can I get you something?” You hear the sound change on his side of the phone and he must be walking into the shop now. 

“Iced americano?”

“Got it,” He replies smoothly, “I’ll see you in a bit,” 

“Thanks, Hwa,” 

“Mhm,” He murmurs, and then the line cuts. 

Growing closer to them these past few weeks has been everything. In the aftermath of what feels like the worst decision, you’ve managed to find three friends who genuinely seem kind and caring, and not at all interested in constantly flirting or trying to get into your pants. You feel like you’re finally slotting into place here, being brought into the fold of a longstanding group dynamic and despite the way you’re still catching up on inside jokes and references, you’re starting to make some of your own with them. 

The tension that’s been lingering between you, Yunho, and Mingi has been smoothly shielded by the three of them, and where you once spent most of your time outside of practice alone, now you’re constantly in the fray. Coffee in the mornings, lunches out, drinks after work, weekend plans, a whirlwind of sudden fast friendship. All the slow steps of getting to know someone were thrown directly out the window when Wooyoung finally got his hands on you and threw open all those emotional doors, and it’s easy to trust them when it’s like this. 

At the studio, you clean up quickly for the team meeting before practice, grabbing a protein bar from your bag for a boost of energy and filling up your water bottle. The day is starting to feel a little lighter, the interaction with Yunho earlier making everything a little less intense, but your steps falter again in the hall, the sight of Mingi at the far end of it by the back office. 

He looks good today, an oversized black t-shirt and dark wash jeans, heavy work boots and a silver chain around his neck. His hair strikes you a little darker, and you don’t know if it’s the lighting or if he dyed it but it suits him and for a brief moment you catch yourself staring. 

He glances at you briefly, catching your eyes for a second before he turns his face away and steps into the office, shutting the door behind him. 

Yunho and I are not going to leave you.

The memory sinks into your stomach, and for the briefest moment you want to follow him, push open the office door and make him look you in the eyes again. Tell him your news, make him your friend again, take a page out of Wooyoung’s book and just force him to get over this sickening space between you all. Your chest aches. 

You're proud of yourself, you couldn’t have done this without him, you want to tell him, you want him to know, need him to know. You take a few steps forwards, ready and bracing yourself and so unsure of what you’re going to say, but you know you need to say something, anything. 

“Hey,” Seonghwa catches your attention, stepping in through the doorway to your right and interrupting your line of sight down the hall. Suddenly the urge to run to Mingi and tell him your good news fades, all you can see now is Seonghwa’s wide smile and kind eyes. He pushes your iced americano into your idle hands and nudges your arm, “what’s got you beaming?” 

“What?” You refocus completely on him. 

“You,” He nods, “you’re smiling like crazy, what’s up?” 

“You probably already know,” You lower your voice a bit, stepping closer to him. 

“Yeah?” He shifts a little, leaning his shoulder on the adjacent wall and looking down at you, taking a long sip of his own coffee, “Tell me anyways,” 

“The new group,” You explain, still keeping your voice a little lower, “I just talked to Yujin,” 

“Ah,” He grins, “it’s good isn’t it,” 

At his knowing expression things click into place and your mouth drops, “Hwa, did you do this? Did you put my name up?” 

He hesitates for just a moment and then shakes his head, “I wish I had, but Yunho got there first.” 

“He did?” 

Seonghwa nods, leaning down a bit more and lowering his voice further, “He talked to Jaemin about it last week,” 

“But I thought,” Your voice trails off, remembering what Yujin said in the practice studio only twenty minutes ago. 

“He told me he wanted you on the project,” Seonghwa shrugs, “maybe things are thawing out,” 

“Finally,” You breathe. 

“Congratulations though,” Seonghwa smiles, “it’s a big step here,” 

Your face hurts from smiling but you grin again and nod. 

“Hey, listen,” He gives your arm a friendly squeeze as he turns the direction of the conversation, “Are you free tomorrow night?” 

“I think so,” 

“You want to come to dinner with me?” He asks. 

“Dinner?” You nod, “Sure, what are you,” 

A body brushes past you both in the hall and you take a step back from Seonghwa, realizing how close in his proximity you were a moment ago and you clear your throat softly, glancing to the side. Mingi’s already four strides past you both down the hall and pushing open the practice room door and your stomach drops. 

“Oh,” You breathe. 

Seonghwa waits, but when you turn back towards him he doesn’t even acknowledge the bristling moment of tension with Mingil, “So, dinner?” 

“Yeah,” You recover, remembering yourself, “yeah, sure,” 

“I want you to meet a friend of mine,” He says. 

“This better not be a set up,” You grimace. 

“Not at all,” He shakes his head with a laugh, “I just thought maybe you’d like to meet one of the producers for the group,” 

“Hwa,” Your eyes widen. 

“It’s nothing crazy,” He assures you, “I’ve mentioned my friend, Hongjoong, haven’t I?” 

“Yes, yeah, the Edenary producer,” 

“We get dinner once a month when our schedules line up,” He explains, “come meet him.” 

“Definitely, Seonghwa, this is great,”  

“Good,” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket, “I’ll text him to update the reservation,” 

You watch as he quickly taps out his message and then tucks his phone away again, smiling. He sighs and pushes off the wall and then taps the bottom of your americano with his finger before moving past you, “Drink your coffee, I’ll see you at practice,” 

“Yeah,” You smile, but he’s already gone. 

But practice is a unique kind of terrible today. Yunho seems tired, frustrated at something but it’s buried so deeply under the surface it’s almost impossible to see, but at least he’s maintaining the recent status quo of ignoring you. Mingi on the other hand is something altogether different. He’s given you three encouraging nods since the start and complimented you once, and you wish that you had a hidden camera pointed at Wooyoung for the way his eyes go wide at Mingi’s sudden attention on you. 

It’s not much, no more time than he spends on anyone else, but compared to the drought it feels intense. It makes your stomach churn with uneasiness. 

Seonghwa catches you once again after practice, trying to confirm dinner for tomorrow, but Wooyoung hangs off your shoulder and whines that you’ll be late for drinks, and he tugs you along until you relent. 

San can’t come tonight, but he gives you a knowing smile about the upcoming choreography project, and by the time you make it through talking with each of them and get out the door cleaned up, you forget all about the feeling of Mingi’s eyes on you. 

It isn’t until tomorrow becomes today and your coat is buttoned, ready to be done with the studio for the day and make it to your dinner reservations that you feel the sensation of his eyes again. 

You know the sound of his steps intimately, having been listening for them around every corner the past few weeks, and something in your chest tightens when Mingi shuffles closer to you. He leans back against the far wall of the practice room with you, the closest you’ve physically been to each other in weeks. 

“Hey,” He says, voice low. 

“Hey,” You glance at him, but his eyes are downcast. Your chest aches again, but you push the feeling away. 

A beat passes between you, but finally he nods and pulls his eyes up to meet yours, “I miss you,” 

“Oh,” Your stomach flutters. 

“I hate this whole thing,” He says, finally breaking this stiff tension that exists between you, “we said it wouldn’t be weird, and we’re making it weird.” 

“Yeah,” 

“I miss working with you,” He sighs. 

“Me too,” You want to touch him, to rest your hand on his arm and soothe him, but you know you shouldn’t. 

“Can we just let it go?” Mingi shifts to face you fully, “start over?” 

“I think we should try,” You manage, “I just want to have my friends back,” 

“Then let’s forget the whole thing,” He brightens now that he knows you miss him too, “we’re being stupid, it was just heat. Being friends, working together, that’s what’s important,” 

“Please,” You sigh, feeling like your shoulders can finally fall after so much time walking on eggshells, “everything’s been so weird between us and all I want is to go back to normal,” 

“Thank God,” He grins, “stay right here,” 

“What?” He’s gone before you can really get the words out, jogging out of the room and leaving you alone to stare at yourself in the mirrored wall. 

“Yunho!” Mingi’s voice is disconnected in the hall, and your stomach drops, “Get over here!”

You push off the wall immediately, moving fast and skidding into the hallway, “Mingi, it’s fine, don’t,” 

“Relax,” He glances back at you and then shouts again, “Yunho!”

“Jesus, I’m coming,” Yunho’s not looking when he comes out of the back office and moves into the hall. He’s looking at something on his phone and he makes it halfway down the hall before he looks up and realizes you’re standing a few feet behind Mingi, “Oh, y/n,” 

“Uh, hey,” You smile, and you can see the sudden confusion in his eyes at your change in tone. 

“Can you help us with something?” Mingi interrupts the moment and gets the attention back on him. 

“What’s up?” Yunho tucks his phone into the pocket of his sweats. 

“We’re working on the new song,” Mingi lies, “can you talk us through it?” 

You weren’t working on the new song, you weren’t even thinking about the new song, but Mingi knows how his best friend is and he knows the way talking about it will just scare him off. To get back to normal, you just have to be back to normal, and dance is what you all know. The rest will surely come.

“Well,” Yunho looks between you, “we haven’t really gotten into it yet,” 

“So, let’s get into it,” Mingi claps his hand on Yunho’s arm, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, “come on,” 

“y/n,” Yunho looks past him, “you’re staying late tonight?” 

You aren’t supposed to. You’re supposed to meet Seonghwa and Hongjoong for dinner, but this is almost definitely the deciding moment on if you can repair your friendship with these men and put aside all the swirling feelings about them, so you make a choice. 

“Yep,” You nod. 

“You’re wearing your coat?” Yunho points out. 

“Ah,” You shake your head, “I was running to the mart for something to eat real quick,” 

A smooth lie and Mingi smiles. 

“I have some stuff in the back office,” Yunho gestures as if you don’t already know where it is, “you know you can always help yourself to anything there,” 

“Thanks, Yunho,” You haven’t said his name like that in what feels like months. You missed it on your tongue. 

He smiles brightly, and just like that, the tense knot is gone. 

“Let me hook up my phone, I’ll meet you in the studio?” Yunho asks you both. 

“Yep,” Mingi nods, “I’ll grab us waters,” 

Yunho moves through you both into the room behind you and you shrug off your coat and hang it back on the hook in the hall. Alone again, Mingi smiles at you. 

“You’re kind of devious,” You whisper to him as you make your way up the hall with him. 

“Maybe,” He shrugs, “all I know is, I missed you.” 

“Mingi,” You stop short, reaching for him this time and closing your hand around his wrist to stop him too. 

He waits for your words expectantly. 

“I should have said something to you sooner,” You sigh, “and I’m sorry about that. I missed you both too,” 

He turns his hand, taking your wrist and tugging you forward until he can close his arms around you in a hug, “Me too, but it doesn’t matter now, okay? Let’s just be friends again,” 

It takes everything in your body not to take a deep inhale of his rich chocolate scent, and you tighten your first together behind his back to keep your mind of it while his settle arms around you for the first time in weeks. Friends, you assert to yourself quietly, just friends. You need to get a grip.

“Normal,” You agree after a moment, nodding into him. 

His arms tighten for just a moment, and then he pulls back, letting his hands drop away and stepping back to give you space, “I’m not ruining your night, am I?” 

“No!” You’re quick to assure, desperate to not upset the delicately remade balance. 

“You don’t have plans tonight?” He asks, eyes flicking over you. 

You shake your head, “I wasn’t doing anything special,” you lie. 

“Good,” He smiles, “that’s good.”

He turns and opens the door to the back office and you follow him in. He fishes out a few water bottles from the large refrigerator in the corner and tucks them under his arm, grabbing a towel too from the folded stack nearby. You search blindly for something to eat so you don’t feel caught out in your little white lie and select a protein bar at random, something easy, though you’re so nervous to be with them again like this you don’t even know if you can keep it down. 

Your phone feels heavy in your pocket when it buzzes. 

With a quick glance at the clock you note the time. You’re supposed to be meeting Seonghwa and Hongjoong in about ninety minutes, you were going to go home and shower and become a presentable person and then make it across town. Maybe, just maybe, you can have this and make it there too. 

“You coming?” Mingi interrupts your thoughts and jerks his head towards the hall. 

“Uh, yes,” You follow, “let me just drop my stuff back off, I’ll be right there, okay?” 

“Mhm,” He nods, “I’ll see you in there.” 

Alone again you make short work of dropping your bags and tying your hair back up. You pull out your phone and send two texts at lightning speed. 

To Seonghwa you do your best to keep it vague - I’m so sorry to do this but I’m getting caught up with something, I’ll be a little late to dinner, but start without me ok? Tell Hongjoong I’m sorry too, but I’ll hurry. 

To Wooyoung you keep it honest - SOS. Staying late at the studio with Mingi and Yunho… they want to move past everything. Call me in an hour with an excuse, anything, I just need a reason to step away. PLEASE. 

You don’t wait to see either answer. You tuck your phone back into the elastic pocket of your leggings and take a steadying breath, looking over yourself quickly in the small mirror on the back of the office door. You just have to trust that Wooyoung will come through for you, and he hasn’t failed you yet. 

“y/n,” Yunho’s voice echoes from down the hall, “can you grab the CD on my desk?” 

You turn towards his desk and find a stack of them, but the one on top in a clear jewel case hastily labeled seems right, “The top one?” 

“Yeah,” He calls, “and hurry please, Mingi’s already driving me insane,” 

You push open the office door, freshly burned CD in hand and smile wide when you see him hanging out the doorway of the studio, “Is that right?” 

He looks like he’s holding his breath, but when you meet his eyes he exhales heavily and smiles right back, “You know it,” 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you ignore it, focused entirely on the man in front of you and the way that he’s finally looking at you in earnest for the first time in weeks. You’re sure there will be a moment eventually to clear the air, but right now you’re just grateful to see the look on his face, the way his cheeks get rounder when he grins. 

Mingi shouts something from inside the studio and Yunho laughs sharply, his head falling back in delight and your chest tightens up at the sound. 

You crack a joke right back, tension released like the threads of a too-tight knot finally coming free. 

You cross over the threshold of the studio ready to let it all fall away, Mingi smiling again ahead of you and Yunho at your back.

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something there

pairing: assassin!mingi x assassin trainee!reader (gender not specified)

part two : here !

theme: fluff, kinda angst if you squint, only one bed au

cw: mentions of blood, injury, i don’t think there’s swearing

lowercase intended!

this is sort of a preview, so lmk if you guys want a part two or a full series based off of this!!

this is my veryyyyy first written fic so please leave feed back! enjoy! :)

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clad in heavy clothes- from the bulletproof vest hanging off his chest to the giant combat boots that he wore on his feet- mingi was sure to stick out compared to the clean and sleek nature of the hotel. you yourself weren’t any better, though your face was more gentle-looking than mingi’s, you were wearing a similar uniform, missing a matching gun that should be slung across your back. only mingi had one, your back and thigh holsters were empty. but the most daunting part must've been the blood and grime that littered across your faces, the small cuts dancing across your skin.

the process of getting a room was difficult, the receptionists’ hands were shaking, and he kept stuttering every other word in his sentence.

mingi heaved a sigh.

“just give us any room you have,” he grumbled, warily glancing around at the stares people were giving you two.

looking up and opening your mouth to protest, the words died on your tongue when you found that mingi was already looking at you. he didn’t have to say anything to shut you up. with a soft sigh, you looked away, taking the room key that the receptionist held out, not missing the violent tremble in his hand. you smiled gently in attempts to calm the poor boy, but you doubt he felt more at ease.

the heavy thump of both your combat boots echoed through the corridor as you strode towards the elevators, you couldn’t help but wince at the sound.

mingi didn’t seem to care, continuing his march. once reaching the elevator, he glanced back at you, only to find that you were jogging to catch up with him sporting only your socks. his brows furrowed together, eyeing the boots in your hands.

“what’re you doing? put your shoes on.” his voice was more demanding than it was with the receptionist, but it didn’t phase you.

“they’re uncomfortable, and everyone’s staring at us. the last thing we need right now is for someone to report us. we look like assassins.” glancing up at him for a moment, you noticed how his finger worked at the furrow between his brows.

“y/n, we are assassins.” he countered in a low voice. you sighed.

“exactly. we can’t go around making it more obvious.”

mingi fell quiet after your response, the only noise following was the repetitive thump of his boots as he walked into the elevator. you, on the other hand, slipped in without a noise.

checking the card number, you pressed the 11th floor, watching the doors close and tensing just a bit as silence engulfed the elevator.

the corny elevator music played, almost tauntingly, as you and mingi stood as stiff as boards, mingi occasionally adjusting the bag slung over his back.

you took interest in looking down at your socks. simple white socks, peeping out from the ends of your cargo pants that now just touched the ground.

mingi noticed it too, and he’d never admit the smile that tried to cross his lips.

‘cute,’ he thought.

it was an uncomfortably long ride, but the doors finally opened to the 11th floor. mingi didn’t overpass how you almost ran out of the elevator, as if the silence was suffocating. in your defence, he thought it was too.

rhythmic stomps of mingi’s continued, as did the silence, but it was better that you were walking.

reaching room 1147, you slid the key into the door and unlocked the door, pushing it open and walking into the small room. mingi walked in after you, and from where you two stood, you could only see one bed.

you silently cursed in your head.

putting your shoes down, you walked further into the tiny room and found nothing more than a singular double bed and an armchair pushed in the corner of the room. of course, there was also a desk and tv, as well as an electric kettle and complimentary tea, but those were the least of your concerns.

“huh,” came mingi’s voice, “only one bed.”

“yeah,” your response was slow.

“i can sleep on the floor, if you want,” he was doing his best to offer you comfort, clearly hearing your hesitance.

he earned a scoff in response.

“don’t be stupid, mingi,” you answered, “we’re adults. we can share a bed without being immature about it.” despite your tone, you were beyond nervous about sharing a bed.

“okay, i’ll shower first.” mingi didn’t seem to be phased at all, and he wasn’t. sure, he found you attractive, but it was just sleeping. no big deal, right?

after a nod from you, mingi disappeared into the washroom. you tried to calm yourself in the meantime, updating hongjoong on your status (leaving out the bed-sharing part), making yourself tea, removing your vest and holsters, but your nerves didn’t dissipate.

mingi left the bathroom after not long, his bright orange hair was wet but slicked back, and he was wearing black joggers and a white tee that he had probably brought in his bag. his cuts were seemingly cleaned and his face was free from any dirt or blood. it would be a lie if you said your eyes didn’t linger on the press of his abdomen against the white fabric, or how you didn’t gaze at the muscle tone along his arm, your eyes working down to where the waistband of his pants clung.

mingi didn’t fail to notice this, but he didn’t say anything, even when you had to shake yourself just a bit out of your trance.

without another word, you slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower to let it heat. you glanced in the mirror, wincing at the state of your face and hair. mingi had been nice enough to only use two towels, which you had spotted in the laundry bin, leaving you with many more to use. you wiped off some of the dirt on your face, grimacing at the feeling of small rocks and dirt rubbing across and in the cuts. you were quick to strip yourself of your remaining clothes, slipping under the hot stream of water and continuing the cleaning process. the water was harsh against the smaller cuts, but you cleaned yourself thoroughly despite the pain.

in the middle of rinsing the conditioner from your hair, a knock sounded through the washroom.

“..yeah?” you tried to speak loudly over the rush of the shower, hoping he had heard you.

“i have a change of clothes for you.” came his response, quiet but you heard it.

“oh, uh,” you paused for a moment, “can you wait for a second?” you heard his affirmative grunt. speeding up and rinsing the last of the conditioner from your hair, you turned off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel. walking over to the door, you peeped it open a bit, going to stick your head out, but instead your forehead collided with something.

something being mingi’s back.

“oh,” he said, looking down at your head, “here.”

your ears became red, looking up for a split second, before grabbing the clothes and shutting the door quickly. you didn’t catch it, but mingi let his lips quirk up just a bit before sitting back down in the comically small armchair.

you took your sweet time in drying yourself off and brushing your teeth, slipping on the long sleeve black shirt and shorts that had been provided to you. taking a slight breath, you stepped out of the bathroom with your dirtied uniform in one hand.

you offered a tight lip smile to mingi, who wasn’t even looking at you.

“i ordered room service for our uniforms, just leave them in the laundry bin and they’ll be back by morning,’ mingi spoke up, motioning to the laundry bin. you nodded, slipping your clothes into the bin.

“you have training in first aid, right?” mingi broke the silence again, and you turned to face him.

“yeah, i do,” you nodded, sitting on the bed.

mingi held up a first aid kit.

“we should treat our cuts before they get infected.”

you nodded again, walking over to him and taking the kit from his hands. eyeing the armchair, you chuckled at how small he made it look when he sat in it.

“you should sit on the bed,” you spoke through your chuckle, “i think you’re too big for the armchair.”

mingi nodded, his face void of emotion as he sat on the bed instead.

you opened up the kit, taking out what you needed to treat the tiny injuries, and setting them out.

mingi’s eyes followed your hands, glancing up at you every now and then, but looking away before you would be able to notice.

“tell me what you’re doing while you do it, i’ll do yours when you’re done.” he said, to which you nodded in response, again hiding your anxiety.

“i’ll disinfect the cuts with alcohol first,” you began to explain, soaking a cotton bud with rubbing alcohol, “it’s gonna sting so just- be ready, or something.”

you awkwardly slot yourself between his legs, trying to control the heat working up your neck, and focused on the cuts along his face.

your lips were moving, forming words, but mingi didn’t hear anything. he watched the way your eyebrows creased in focus as you cleaned around his eyebrow, the bridge of his nose and on his cheek. he couldn’t even feel the sting, all he could feel was the minty cool of your breath fanning against his face, how he could feel the heat of your body radiating onto him, and the touch of your hand against the skin of his face.

he had found you pretty from the day he saw you- from the day you had ended up tangled up with his team. but he never let his guard down, he couldn’t. he didn’t even know why.

but the bat of your eyelash and the gaze in your eyes was enchanting. the slope of your nose and the curve of your lip was made so perfectly, he couldn’t look away

he felt you pull away, blinking a bit and watching you prepare bandaids to place on his face.

he wasn’t fully concious even when you stuck them on, listening to your voice but not your words, staring at the movement of your lips.

“mingi?” god, how he loved the way his name sounded on your tongue.

“mingi, are you there?” he was there, he’d always be right there for you.

“hello? mingi!” the sudden volume of your voice startled him, waking him up from whatever trance he was in.

“huh?” he said, blinking and straightening his back.

“you’re done,” you let out a small laugh, “are you okay?”

“yeah- yes. i’m fine. do you want me to do yours?” he quickly changed the topic, standing up.

you shook your head and waved him off.

“i’ll do my own, don’t worry.” mingi wouldn’t lie and say that didn’t disappoint him. but he nodded either way, letting you step away and disappear with the first aid kit into the bathroom.

mingi stood there for a minute longer, running his hands over the bandaid above his eyebrow, before rubbing his eyes.

‘what the hell is up with you, mingi?’ he spoke to himself in his head, falling back onto the bed, keeping his hands over his face.

it wasn’t long before you came out of the bathroom, and almost instantly, there was a knock on the door, making both you and mingi tense.

“room service!” the woman's voice on the other side of the door had your shoulders relaxing, but mingi stayed tense.

you approached the door, hand going to unlock the lock and pull it open, but a large hand encompassing your wrist stopped you.

“get behind me.” mingi’s voice was low and quiet, the speed that he had come up behind you was alarming.

“mingi, it’s just room service-”

“i said get behind me.” his tone caught you off guard, and you complied, letting go of the handle and standing behind him.

his hand didn’t leave your wrist, even when he carefully opened the door. you noticed, staring down at his firm grip against your skin.

“hello, darling! i’m here to pick up your laundry!” the older woman beamed a smile, but you could sense the shock in her voice, probably from the way mingi was staring her down.

“oh, yeah, thanks,” the kindness in mingi’s voice surprised you, watching as he turned to grab the laundry bin with one hand, still holding onto you, and handed it off to the woman.

“hoo! quite the load you’ve got here!” she giggled, “i’ll have it here by 6am tomorrow, as per your request,” she assured with a smile, and you missed the gentle smile mingi gave in response.

“thanks so much, have a lovely night ma’am.” mingi respectfully bid farewell to the woman.

“you too! i’m sure you lovers will enjoy the size-y bed!” she wiggled her thin brows and chuckled again.

your eyebrows shot up in surprise, words of objection already on your tongue, but mingi beat you to it.

“we sure will,” he laughed, “goodnight!” and with a final smile, he shut the door.

he turned to look at you, both your eyes simultaneously going down to look at his hand around your wrist. a beat of silence passed before he finally let go. without another word, he walked by you, turning off the main room light in the process, leaving only the lamps on for ambiance.

you stood in place for a second, your own hand going up to touch where his wrist was, but you quickly frowned and shook off the feeling, walking over to the bed, and sliding into bed right after mingi had.

“goodnight,” you offered in a raspy voice.

“goodnight.” he answered, speaking through a yawn.

you reached over to turn off the lamp, and the room submerged into darkness.

mingi was fast to fall asleep, you could tell by how even and slow his breaths had become. you, on the other hand, were restless. you kept changing positions, suddenly hyper aware of his every breath and movement.

you assumed for around 30 minutes, you continued to move, tossing and turning, not able to find a comfortable position, meanwhile mingi was dead asleep, soft snores falling from his mouth that slightly parted open.

your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, you were able to see faintly, but nothing clear. you dared to turn towards mingi, your eyes tracing over his sleeping face. he looked much more at peace, his brows were relaxed instead of how they were usually set, and his lips weren’t in a permanent frown. he was pretty.

not pretty enough to keep you still, though. you continued for another 10 minutes- moving and moving, your heart beating too fast in your chest and your skin flushing every now and then.

all your movement came to a crashing halt as mingi released a soft groan, shifting for the first time in the whole night, and turning towards you. you could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and just as you were processing that, his heavy arm came down and slung across your waist. you froze completely, feeling the way his arm circled around you and pulled you closer into his body. your breathing hitched a bit, and you remained completely stiff for longer than you would like to admit.

“y/n,” mingi’s breath tickled your ear, his voice was deep and rich with sleep, “relax.”

the word was spoken in a whisper, a shiver trailing up your spine, goosebumps littering your skin.

you inhaled deeply, shutting your eyes and breathing out, and almost immediately you began to settle comfortably.

all of the sudden, the mattress was softer, the comforter more warm, and the pillow fluffier. your eyelids grew heavier by the second, your heart rate slowing, and finally, you fell asleep. mingi didn’t let go for the whole night.

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part two : here !

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kitchen confessions

[ yunho x reader ] [ bestfriendstolovers!au]

[ listen to: dance, baby! by boy pablo // fallingforyou by the 1975 ]

[ wordcount: 2.2k ]

[ warnings: unedited, paragraph or two of a creep, little bit of kissing, soft yunho hours, my first imagine so please bear with me. ]

The pulse of the bass and the strobe of the lights had put [y/n] into a trance on the dance floor. San and Wooyoung were on either side of her swaying body, the three of them chatting away excitedly with grins on their faces. Every now and then San and Wooyoung would try to out do each others funky little dance moves, which would lead to the three of them giggling hysterically. With the group of bodies moving together [y/n] could feel herself overheating. She let both of the boys know that she was going back to their table for her drink, and started making her way between people to get there.

The bar that her friends had chosen was fairly popular, and the crowd was only growing the longer the night went on. After shimmying her way through a group of giggling girls, her eyes on their groups table in the corner, she’s stopped by a hand grasping her arm. She is turned abruptly by the firm grip, and her eyes meet the eyes of a plain boy clearly trolling on the dance floor. Without letting go of her arm, the boy starts to speak.

“I saw you over there dancing with your friends, it looked like you were giving them a real good time. Now that you’re all alone I think it’s my turn to take you for a spin, cmon and have a dance with me,” the rude boy insists, not letting up on her arm. [Y/n] takes a step back, trying to create some distance, but he steps closer again.

“No, thank you. I’m going over to meet my friends,” [Y/n] says, trying to tug her arm out of his grasp. His hold on her tightens to a bruising force and he pulls her even closer to the point where she could smell his putrid alcohol based breath. [Y/n] could feel the panic start in her lungs, making the air feel hot and her palms sweaty.

“A couple of songs won’t hurt you love, might even make you want to come home with me,” he says lewdly, a sneer on his face. From the corner of her eye, [Y/n] could see a familiar hand coming down to rest on the rude man’s wrist.

“I’m not sure if you’re deaf or stupid, but she said no. Leave, now,” she heard her best friends low tones over her shoulder. She should have known that Yunho would keep an eye on her. Taking her eyes off of the sleazy man in front of her, [Y/n] looks up at Yunho and takes in the anger rolling off of him. Yunho has always been fiercely protective of his friends, and she was no exception- if anything he was more protective and sheltering of her than anyone. The rude man sneers at both of them and scoffs before releasing her arm and walking back into the crowd of dancers.

“Are you okay, [Y/n]?” Yunho asks, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her away towards the edge of the crowd. Taking her arm is his gentle hands, he looks over the bruising that is already starting to form and his frown deepens.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Yu. Some creeps don’t know when to take no for an answer,” she huffs before sending a small smile up at him. Yunho smiles gently at her and pulls her into a hug, careful not to crush her bruised arm, and rests his head on top of hers. She takes in a deep breathe and feels the tension leave her shoulders with his comforting scent.

“You know i’ll always protect you, [Y/n]. Let’s go get a drink, hmm?” He says, releasing her from his hug and slinging his arm around her shoulder again, pulling her close and tugging her over to their booth.

Mingi, Yeosang , and Jongho were seated in the booth, while Hongjoong and Seongwha were competing against each other in a game of pool. Mingi slides over leaving enough space for the two of them. [Y/n] sinks into the seat between Mingi and Yunho, picking up her drink and taking a few refreshing swigs. Rubbing her arm absentmindedly, she heard Yunho speak up from next to her.

“This bar is just not the vibe right now, let’s go onto the next one,” Yunho says, and the others agree but not before they take another round of shots. Seongwha goes out onto the dance floor to collect San and Wooyoung, while Yeosang walks over to the bar to order the shots for the table.

Everyone crowds together in a circle, each holding a shot in their hand.

“To [Y/n], congratulations on your new promotion, you’ve worked very hard and we can’t wait to see where your career takes off from here,” Hongjoong lifts his glass and slightly bows his head to you. There’s a chorus of “cheers, [Y/n]’s” and large smiles from all around while simultaneously shooting back the drinks. Gathering all of the coats and bags they’re brought, the group leaves this bar and starts walking towards the next one they had planned. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were walking together in the front, the rest of the boys were behind them goofing off and jumping around, and Yunho and [Y/n] are trailing along behind them.

“Yu, let me take a picture of you,” [Y/n] requests, leading him by the hand over to a bike post on the edge of the street. It was well lit and empty, and [Y/n] thought Yunho looked angelic, and wanted to capture a nice moment in their evening. Yunho smiles and plays along, posing while [Y/n] snaps pictures on her phone. After taking a few she hums and smiles before sending them to Yunho. Reaching out her hand, she pulls him alongside her again. The group had reached the bar, and [Y/n] and Yunho weren’t far behind.

Into the late evening and early morning, the group started breaking off and heading back to the dorms. [Y/n]’s apartment wasn’t far from their dorm, and Yunho sent the others off with the intention of seeing her home safely. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

They end up taking a cab back to her apartment, [Y/n]’s light snores flowing up from her head resting on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho smiles softly while looking down at her soft cheeks and long lashes, resting his head against hers gently so not to wake her. The ride in the cab is not very long, so soon Yunho is unbuckling [Y/n]’s seatbelt and coaxing her out of the car. They walk up the stairs together, one surefooted and the other slightly stumbling.

Reaching the door to her apartment, [Y/n] hands her keys off to Yunho to unlock the door, which he does quickly. Holding her hand and tugging her inside, Yunho locks the door behind him and gets down on his knees in front of [Y/n]. He starts untying her shoelaces and looks up at her with a small grin on his face. [Y/n]’s eyes are wide and her full cheeks are dusted with blush. His grin widens, and he quickly works the shoes off of her feet. Slipping his off with ease when finished with your shoes, he takes your hand in his again.

“I know you’re tired, but we should really eat something. Can I make you a grilled cheese,” Yunho asks as they walk through to her kitchen. [Y/n] plops down into one of her barstools and nods.

“Only if I get to choose the music,” [Y/n] requests exuberantly, already pulling out her phone and scrolling through songs.

“That’s fine with me, just don’t let it get too loud so we don’t disturb the neighbors, right darling?” Yunho says it so nonchalantly while warming up the pan that she almost misses it. Yunho had always been sweet but he didn’t usually use pet names with her, rather using endearing ones to poke fun at each other. It made her thoughts wander, pupils darkened and eyes staring holes into the middle of his back. She could think of a lot of different ways for him to call her darling.

“I thought you were going to turn on some music,” Yunho questions before her daydreams get away with her. She smiles at him and presses play on an upbeat boy pablo song, dancing along in her seat for a second before hopping up and holding out her hand to Yunho. He waves his spatula at her as if he didn’t want to dance, but knowing Yunho he always wanted to dance. [Y/n] gets closer to him and tries enticing him even more.

“C’mon Yu, you didn’t dance with me at the club at all. You owe me a dance,” [Y/n] states matter of factly, wiggling her fingers.

“That’s because you were too busy being sandwiched between Wooyoung and San,” Yunho sighs and pouts while putting down the spatula. He folds his arms and looks down at her with his plump lips still pouted. She giggles and pulls his arms apart, waving them in the air until he loosens up and a genuine smile takes over his pout.

They bop and dance around together for a few minutes while Yunho multitasks and finishes up their grilled cheese. They eat them while the song continues on, the fun beat making them both giggle together.

The song ended and the dulcet tones of Matty Healy singing fallingforyou began, making [Y/n]’s eyes fall shut and swaying her body to the ethereal sound. Yunho looks down at her with a fond smile on his face, thinking about how much this song applies to their relationship. As far as he was aware, she was clueless to his overwhelming feelings for her. They had been friends for years, and recently he’s been feeling more for her. His tenderness had become so obvious, to the point where his friends tease him, and dare him, and try to do anything in their power to match Yunho and [Y/n] up. Yunho doesn’t mind though, it always felt like having her close kept him sane.

On the other side of things, [Y/n] knew she had feelings for Yunho. I mean honestly, how could she not. He was charming and smart, tall and handsome, the literal human embodiment of sunshine. He was her light in the darkness, but she knew how unattainable he was. Someone like him liking someone like her? Highly improbable. A fun daydream to have in moments like this. In her eyes, Yunho was so far out of her league it wasn’t even funny.

[Y/n] could feel Yunho’s hands pulling her closer to dance to the slower song. Her eyes opened and looked up into Yunho’s soft brown ones. He pulled her into his chest, her head resting against it while his warm arm wrapped around her back. They swayed together while he hummed, his low reverb vibrating through her. It felt very intimate to her, and she couldn’t stop the flush and nerves that zapped through her body. Listening to the lyrics of the song, she couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat, wanting to confess her never ending fondness for him. She wanted to, more than anything, but the anxiety was making tears build up in the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck,” Yunho’s soft voice sang along quietly while swaying them, and [Y/n] couldn’t help but stop and look up at him.

“I can’t hold it in anymore, Yu. I think I’m in love with you. I know that this is gonna be awkward now because there’s no way you could ever like me but I just couldn’t hold onto it anymore,” [Y/n] rushes out in one breath. Her face heats up and a tear falls from her eye, the heat of embarrassment enfolding her body.

“Oh baby, why are you crying?” Yunho’s warm hang reaches up to wipe the tear from her cheek.

“I’m so scared you’re never going to want to hold my hand again… and your hand is the only hand I ever want to hold,” [Y/n] says, being as honest as she can now that all of her cards are on the table. She sniffles and looks down at her feet.

“You’re hand was made to fit in mine, you take my breath away with everything you do. I can’t believe it took me all these years to figure out how I truly feel about you. You are everything to me [Y/n], I love you,” Yunho confesses, feeling weight leave his shoulders at knowing you feel the same. It’s exhilarating.

His hand still resting on her soft cheek, Yunho tilts her head upwards towards him, and leans down 80% of the way. He wants to give her the chance to back away if she needs to. Instead, [Y/n] pushes her pillow soft lips into his, and Yunho’s eyes close at the feeling. He had imagined it so many times, and his imagination could never compare to the real thing. Pulling you closer Yunho deepens the kiss between them, a soft moan leaving her lips at the feeling of his hands on her hips. His grip tightens before he backs his head away from yours a bit.

“Please, be mine?” He asks, looking intently into her eyes.

“As if I could be anyone else’s.”

random texts with bestie! san