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howlers of love - ksn 🎐

; pairing - sunoo x gn!reader

; synopsis - in which sunoo starts receiving howlers from an anonymous student, professing their love for him in his face for the whole school to watch.

; tags - one shot, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, hogwarts au, hufflepuff!sunoo, hufflepuff!reader ; warnings - none

; wc - 3.3k

; author's corner! this was requested! i just love hogwarts aus and sunoo

it was a normal morning. it was.

walking down to the great hall with your best friend, sunoo, for breakfast - it was your daily routine. it had been for the past 4 years.

you'd wait for each other in the common room every morning, then make your way to the hall for breakfast. sunoo would be complaining about some teacher or classmate while you speed-run some homework due the other day.

then, you'd leave for your classes, but not without sunoo stuffing some toast up your mouth, because you never actually eat much in the mornings. not when you're completing work you should have done earlier. this morning was just like every other - until an owl dropped a red envelope at sunoo's plate.

suddenly, the other students sitting nearby you guys silenced, eyeing the howler in front of your best friend. howlers were never a good thing to receive. they were often sent by parents to their children who had been particularly naughty.

"are you in trouble?" someone asked, but no one could believe it. after all, sunoo was a good student, great even. he was a ball of sunshine, and did well at school. he had no enemies, not when a smile from him could send anyone melting on the inside.

so what the hell was a howler doing in front of him?

"you should open it soon," you told him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. his eyes remained fixed on the letter. "to get it over with."

it seemed like the whole hall leaned away as sunoo slowly reached for it, confused and afraid of what it might contain.

a moment later, the envelope exploded, and a distorted voice started roaring from it, garnering everyone's attention.

"DEAR SUNOO, YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS, BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOW.

"I LIKE YOU. I HAVE FOR A WHILE NOW, AND IT'S SO HARD KEEPING THESE FEELINGS TO MYSELF. NOT WHEN YOU'RE SO PERFECT, AND AMAZING, AND BRILLIANT, AND TALENTED.

"I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO RECIPROCATE MY FEELINGS, BUT I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW, THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO CARE FOR YOU - LIKE ME.

"SINCERELY, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

a silence fell over the hall, as the howler burst into flames and ashes.

everyone had heard, and everyone was now staring at your best friend - who remained stunned in his seat, a hand over his mouth.

"sunoo?" you asked tentatively. the hand you placed on his shoulder seemed to wake him up.

he was about to say something when everyone burst into chatter about what had just happened, whistles echoing throughout the hall.

"whew!" jake, another of sunoo's friends, clapped his back. "now that's one way to confess." sunghoon nodded with a grin, holding his chuckle in as he stood slightly behind his fellow ravenclaw.

"no," sunoo whined, hiding his face completely behind his hands. "a good way of confessing is telling me who they really are. only cowards hide behind anonymity."

you rubbed his back comfortingly, trying to form words in your head.

"everyone's going to be talking about it for the rest of the day," sunghoon remarks.

"don't remind me," sunoo said, his voice muffled.

"are you okay?" you ask him, bending to try and get a look at his face. he turns his head slightly, and you see his face flushed red.

"oh!" you laugh. "did you like that?"

"of course he did," jake chuckled. "you know our sunoo, he loves the attention." he reached out to ruffle the boy's hair, but sunoo fought his hands away before jake could do anything.

"stop doing that!" he whined. "i'm just a little embarrassed. now everyone's in my business," he mumbled, sitting up and putting his red cheeks on full display.

"i think it's cute," you say, reaching up to comb his hair with your hand. you heard jake grumble about how sunoo only ever lets you touch his hair.

"ah sunoo," sunghoon sighed, patting the younger boy. "ever the lover for grand gestures, aren't you?"

sunoo huffed. "whatever. me and y/n are going to class now. i'm not listening to you two idiots any longer."

and then he up and left, taking you with him by the wrist.

the next week, another howler arrived for sunoo. everyone was curious now.

"DEAR SUNOO, I HOPE YOU'RE SMILING WHEN YOU GET THIS NEXT MESSAGE. IT ALWAYS BRIGHTENS UP MY DAY.

"I HEAR YOU THINK I'M A COWARD FOR REMAINING ANONYMOUS. I THINK SO TOO. BUT, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ME, I'LL TELL YOU ONE.

"I LIKE YOUR SOFT, FLUFFY HAIR, AND THE WAY YOU STYLE YOURSELF. IT ALWAYS AMAZES ME HOW YOU CAN MAKE OUR BORING UNIFORM INTO YOUR OWN. YOU INSPIRE ME.

"SINCERELY, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

sunoo scoffed, but a smile tugged at his lips anwyay.

"is that even a fact about themself?" he asked you with a pout. "everyone likes my hair!"

the other students resumed their previous chit-chat, some trying to guess who the anonymous sender might be. you just shrugged and continued to eat your food, frantically trying to complete an essay for charms later that day.

"your admirer doesn't seem to have any plans of actually revealing who they are, huh?" sunghoon asked sunoo. him and jake had decided to sit with you two at the hufflepuff table this morning.

"no," sunoo sighed. "cowardly on another level - giving me hope, only to pull that on me!"

"maybe they'll reveal more in their next letter?" you try to comfort him.

"they better," he grumbled. "i need to know who it is."

"maybe it's someone you know!" jake says. "if they feel the need to distort their voice so they won't be recognised, maybe you know them."

"that barely narrows the pool of possibilities down! i know practically everyone at hogwarts," your best friend whined.

"it's only the second letter. you can't exactly guess much from two howlers," you tell him, still focused on your essay. you groan as you scribble out a whole paragraph.

"oh my god," sunghoon gasped, staring at your textbook from the other side of the table. "i totally forgot about that assignment."

"you idiot," jake smacked the taller boy's head. sunghoon reached for your textbook to look at the content, but you pulled it back.

"i can't let you see my textbook - i've written notes all over it," you say, embarrassed. sunghoon wouldn't be able to read much over all the post-it notes you've stuck on the pages.

"more like you've doodled all over it," sunoo laughed.

"listen - drawing cutesy little stars and hearts on the page is more interesting than professor kim drawling on about the goblin rebellion of 1612, okay?" you defended yourself.

jake raised an eyebrow. you could tell he wanted to laugh.

"whatever, just let me finish this essay. i'm almost done."

"i'm not! i haven't even started," sunghoon groaned. the three of you laughed as he leaned on jake's side, dragging his hands down his face with a whine.

over the next few weeks, sunoo would continue to receive howlers, garnering everyone's attention every time the owls swooped into the hall to drop off mail. in fact, it's become something the whole school started looking forward to - the only thing that had them excitedly running for the hall at the beginning of another hellish week of school.

waiting for another red envelope to plop onto sunoo's plate had become regular. the usual screaming into his face had become your normal monday mornings.

you realised that there were now several students sending him howlers, because he would receive 2-3 howlers every week, all with distinctly different voices and handwriting.

"seems like your original sender has got competition," jake giggled as sunoo rubbed his ear.

"i'm going deaf with all these letters screeching at me every week," he rolled his eyes, feeding you some fish from your own plate. you were working on more homework that you'd missed out on recently (what's new?). "and besides, none of them will ever beat the original."

"even riki's?" you asked, laughing. the second year had latched onto sunoo on his first day at hogwarts, and somehow joined the group of boys, despite being a lot younger.

he'd joined the trend of sending sunoo howlers one morning, although it was obviously him without the distorted voice. none of the other senders had bothered to cover up their voices.

"riki's 'confession' was him thanking me- actually, more like exposing me for bringing him some butterbeer from our last hogsmeade weekend!" sunoo cries in exasperation. "i had to put on the biggest puppy eyes i could when professor jeon pulled me aside to ask about it."

"i told you it was a stupid idea," sunghoon said solemnly, but the twitching of his lips betrayed his amusement.

"he threatened me to! that brat."

"i heard that!" riki's voice yelled from the slytherin table, next to hufflepuff's.

"that kid's crazy," you gasped through your laughter.

"he's going to ruin the fun," sunghoon sighed. "after his letter, the professors started talking of banning students from sending howlers to each other."

"what?" sunoo gasped. "how am i going to receive letters from my secret admirer?"

"they can just send you normal, written letters," you suggested.

"but it's way more interesting when their deformed voice is screaming about how much they love me," he pouted.

"oh, he's down bad," jake shook his head.

sunoo ignored him. "i miss them," he sighed instead. the original secret admirer hadn't been able to send a howler in 2 weeks, much to everyone's disappointment.

"look at him! he's missing someone he doesn't even know!" jake gawked in disbelief.

"i'm trying to figure it out."

"really? how?" sunghoon asked.

"i have a list of things they mentioned about themself, and other things i've figured out, on my phone."

"can we see?" you asked, curious.

"no!"

"why not?" jake pouted.

"i don't want you guys to figure it out. i want to be the one to do it," sunoo huffed stubbornly.

"but you'd figure it out sooner with all of us!" sunghoon says.

"with you?" sunoo gaped at the tall boy. "you may be ravenclaw, but you do not have the brains to actually be of any help."

"touche," sunghoon folded his arms and shrugged. "but hey, jake can help! and y/n!"

"the answer is no."

"well, you better figure it out soon, before the school actually bans us from sending howlers to each other," you tell him. he stares at you intently for a moment, then nods.

just then, another red envelope is dropped onto his plate. sunoo sighs as he shifts forward to open it, expecting another confession from a newer sender.

"DEAR SUNOO, I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ME YET."

it was the original sender. sunoo switched his full attention onto the howler; everyone else quietened to listen in.

"I'M SORRY I HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO YOU THE LAST FEW WEEKS. YOU KNOW SENDING YOU THESE LETTERS ARE MY FAVOURITE THING TO DO.

"YOU SEEM TO BE DOING WELL. I SAW YOU THE OTHER DAY, WITH CUTESY BOWS IN YOUR HAIR THAT YOUR FRIEND HAD PUT IN. THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE WAS HAPPIER THAN I'D EVER SEEN IT. I HOPE ONE DAY TO BE THE CAUSE BEHIND SUCH A PRETTY SMILE.

"ACCORDING TO THE RUMOURS THAT THE SCHOOL IS BANNING HOWLERS, THIS MAY BE MY LAST LETTER. IF IT IS, I'M GLAD THAT I GOT TO TELL YOU HOW I FELT, EVEN IF I'LL NEVER KNOW IF YOU LIKE ME BACK.

"LOVE, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

even after the red letter set on fire and burned to ashes, your best friend's eyes remained fixated on the space in front of him. he stared into nothing, seemingly in a daze after the (possibly) last howler he'd ever get from his favourite anonymous admirer. you wondered what he was thinking.

"sunoo?" you prodded. he turned to look at you, eyes blown wide open.

it's like something clicked. his siren-like eyes pulled you in, engaging you into a staring contest. while the rest of the world continued, you two were stuck in your own timeless little space.

his eyes were always your favourite feature. you wished you could see the world through his beautiful eyes, even if for just a moment.

"hello?" sunghoon tapped you on the shoulder. you finally broke away from the hold sunoo had on you. "we've got to get to class."

"oh, right."

for the rest of the day, you couldn't seem to look directly at your best friend, still replaying the events of that morning.

it was clear sunoo had taken quite a liking to the anonymous sender, no matter how silly it sounded. in the weeks following their first letter, he would talk about them nonstop. his eyes twinkled and his cheeks got especially rosy whenever he did, and he also loved to speculate about who or what the person was like.

you listened whole heartedly, his voice soothing you after a long day of school. even if he was talking about someone else, or at least an illusion of a person he'd created.

sunoo had gotten frustrated with you for avoiding him all day. so he resorted to cornering you in the hufflepuff common room before you two went back up to your dorms.

"y/n. stop it."

"stop what?" you asked innocently.

"don't play dumb. why have you been ignoring me all day?"

"no i haven't."

"you're a terrible liar."

"how would you know?" you crossed your arms.

"you fiddle with your thumbs whenever you lie. you also comb your hair with your hands, fold your arms, stand up straighter, scrunch your nose-"

"okay, okay. i get it," you shook your head. "i'm sorry."

"you should be. i've been missing my best friend all day," he pouted.

you fell apart at his expression, and engulfed him in a hug. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it. i hope you're okay."

"i would be better if you shared this hot chocolate with me by the fire place. i brought both mugs from the kitchens all by myself - and they're really hot!"

"fine," you laughed, and took a mug from one of his hands.

you two settled into the couches by the warm fire place, and you watched the flickering light from the flames reflect onto his hazel eyes.

"you always look at me like that."

"like what?" you asked.

"like you're obsessed with me," he grinned.

"sounds like you're obsessed with me," you retorted with a giggle. "to the point you even notice the way i look at you."

"why wouldn't i be?"

your smile dropped. you looked down at your cup, your reflection in the drink swirling.

"you can't just say things like that."

"why not?" you stayed silent.

he continued. "why can't i talk about how much i love my best friend? why can't i tell you the little things i notice about you? why can't you just look at me?"

"because!" you exclaimed suddenly. you cleared your throat awkwardly when you garnered a few looks. you spoke again in a lower tone.

"it makes me feel things- things i shouldn't be feeling for a friend."

"well, i would hope not. i'm not just your friend, i'm your best friend."

"but that's the thing, sunoo," you sighed. "sometimes, i feel like i don't want to be just best friends. i look at you and see someone with a sweet smile, and with an even sweeter personality. i've never met someone who's as pretty on the inside as they are on the outside.

"when i look at you, it feels like the world is clearer, easier to bear. when i look at you, i see someone i want to spend the rest of my life with - someone i love."

sunoo was silent for a moment.

and you were so scared that you messed it up, your friendship. you couldn't stand the deafening absence of his voice, overtaken by the crackle of the flames and background voices.

just when you were about to stand up to go hide in your room, he finally spoke up.

"are you the original anonymous sender?"

you froze in place.

"you are, aren't you?"

"how... how did you figure it out?"

"i wasn't entirely sure at first. but like i said earlier, i've been trying to gather details from your previous letters.

"in the second letter you'd sent, you mentioned my hair was soft and fluffy. i don't really let anyone touch my hair, because they'd definitely ruin it," he rolled his eyes. "well, except you. but i figured the sender probably meant it looked soft and fluffy, so i just brushed it off.

"but then things started to add up. one time, the letter smelled like dittany, which we had made in herbology just that previous friday. another time, i noticed that the 'addressed to' writing at the front used navy blue ink, instead of black or blue. you're the only person i know who uses that colour.

"and then, when you fell sick recently, the letters stopped. but i was so worried for you that i didn't even notice, until you mentioned it in your letter today.

"i realised it was most likely you when your letter said the word 'cutesy' in your howler today. i've known you for years, you think i wouldn't have noticed the way you speak?" he laughed quietly.

"so.. you knew this whole time?"

"i suspected it, but not definitely."

"and you never told me."

"i didn't want to force a confession out of you," he admitted. "i wanted you to tell me yourself."

"so now what?" you asked. you still weren't sure where his own feelings lay. sure, he knew that you were the not-so-secret admirer, but did he like you?

every time you saw him smiling at another letter (even if it was howling in his face on a monday morning), you felt even more scared to tell him how you felt. you watched as he came to like the anonymous sender, and not you. he had created his own persona for the sender, and it was definitely not you. you were scared that he would be disappointed to find out it was you after all, and not his dream person.

"you're over thinking again," he said simply.

"can you blame me?"

"for the record, i love you too," he said, setting the cup down and taking your hands in his. "you didn't have to resort to howling at me to get my attention, or something like that. i've only ever looked at you. and i will only ever look at you; in my world, you're the only one in it."

tears leaked out of your eyes. "so i did all of that for nothing?"

sunoo laughed and wiped your cheeks, caressing them with the soft touch of his thumbs. "no, nothing like that! i realised my feelings for you when i got that first howler, because when i pictured who might be behind those red letters, i could only imagine you. the thought of it being anyone else made me cringe."

"what if it wasn't me?" you pouted playfully.

"then i would have rejected them, if they ever confessed to me for real. and i would have loved you with my whole being, even if you never liked me back."

"you would have cried yourself to sleep every night," you laugh, a croak in your voice from crying just moments ago. you know him too well.

"you're right! so thank god that wasn't the case." sunoo hugged you tighter, and you wrapped your arms around his middle. a satisfied sigh escapes your lips.

right then, you also thank whatever being out there let you meet your best friend. and you're grateful that you can give sunoo all of your love without holding back - not-so-secretly anymore.

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8 PEOPLE FYM

“OPEN” Pt.2

Pt.1

Genre: Raw Smut and a tiny bit of fluff at the end and a segment in the middle

Warnings: Sexual content, smoking, partying, drinking, smut, hardcore language(sometimes), Cursing, Mature content, protected and unprotected intercourse, mxm intercourse, pet names, kinks, degradation, praise mostly, hardcore sex, ploy couple, like 9some i think (It there are ones I forgot I deeply apologize)

*Disclaimer* I suggest reading pt.1 first but it’s your choice if you only read the smut. This took me two days and it’s long asf. I hope you enjoy. There are spelling mistakes probably and probably grammar and other mistakes but I hate reading my own smut so I’m not going back to read it. Please point them out if you notice them.

I just went back and read the first part and realized a lot of the first part was deleted so the beginning made no sense. I have fixed this issue, I apologize for the mistake!!

The atmosphere in the room was tense, as if a storm was brewing just beneath the surface. You were walking behind Hongjoong, your fingers intertwined as he led you down the stairs and towards the bedroom that you had once ran away from. As you entered the room, you couldn't help but notice the palpable sense of anticipation and uncertainty that hung in the air, despite the stolen kisses and playful banter between the boys.

All eyes were on you and Hongjoong as you walked in, their gazes shifting to the way your hands were intertwined. Confusion and curiosity were etched on their faces, but before anyone could speak, Hongjoong pulled you in front of him with a firm grip on your hips.

“I see the looks, so I'm just going to tell you all what's about to happen,” he said, his voice commanding and authoritative. “Y/n here, is in a lot of trouble because she decided to run away after catching us when in truth she wanted to join and we all know I don’t like to chase. So we will have to teach her that lesson so it doesn’t happen again.” Hongjoong explains to all the boys in the room as they continue to stare into you.

You could feel all their eyes on you, making your already flushed cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Is she going to let us teach her, or is she going to just look at the floor the whole time?” Jongho asked, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

Hongjoong's grip on your chin forced you to meet their gazes, and you could sense the mischievous glint in Jongho's eyes as he spoke up. “Don't be a brat, answer when someone is speaking to you,” he ordered.

You were slightly taken aback by the sudden change in Hongjoong's demeanor, but the firm grip on your chin was somehow a turn on. You couldn't find it in you to resist or speak up, and you silently nodded in agreement.

“I-I'll let you teach me,” you finally managed to say, your voice trembling slightly under Hongjoong's intense gaze. The grip on your chin only tightened, making it difficult to speak, but the hint of aggression was enough to send shivers down your spine.

This time, there would be no running away. And deep down, you knew that you didn't want to.

Seonghwa directs you towards the bed, his hands firmly gripping your waist as he lifts you effortlessly and places you in the center of the two groups from earlier. Yeosang wastes no time in claiming your lips, his movements fluid and skilled as he leads you into a dance of desire. “Mmmm, she's so complicit,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming your body with a practiced ease. Wooyoung joins in, his touch igniting a fire within you as he cups your breasts through the thin fabric of your cropped shirt. His hands work in tandem, eliciting soft moans from your lips that only seem to encourage him further. But before they can fully claim you, someone else steps in.

“Okay, you two, let's not hog her from everyone,” Yunho says, his voice low and seductive as he picks you up and settles you onto his lap. His words send shivers down your spine, and you can feel yourself growing wetter with each passing moment. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he continues, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. “I've wanted to see you like this since you agreed to move in, falling apart for us in the best way possible.” With a swift motion, your shirt is discarded, and Yunho's hands find their way to your bare skin.

As his lips claim yours in a heated kiss, another pair of hands joins in, their touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You can tell it's Mingi by the way he groans when your lips connect with Yunho's. His hands swiftly remove your bra, and the cool air hits your exposed skin. Yunho's licks across your lip caking for access which you grant, his tongue takes control as Mingi's hands cover your chest, igniting a fire within you.

As you lay there, lost in the moment, you hear a moan from your right side. “Ugh, Sannie please, right there” It's Wooyoung's unmistakable sound, but you're too occupied to turn and watch him. Instead, you focus on the sensations coursing through your body as Hongjoong, who had previously been in his chair with Seonghwa, gives a command to Mingi and Yunho. “Be good to her,” he says, his voice distant. You assume Seonghwa has a face full of cock since you haven’t heard from him a while. And then there's Jongho, the silent observer, content to wait and watch. You can feel his eyes on you, and it only heightens your arousal.

A moan escapes your lips as Yunho begins to kiss, nibble, and suck on your neck, leaving a mark that you know will be visible for days. Your head falls back, giving him more access, and Mingi takes the opportunity to latch onto your right nipple. He toys with it expertly, while still giving attention to the other side. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and you can't help but wrap your hand in his black hair, urging him on.

“Please,” you manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. 'Please what, baby?' Yunho asks, disconnecting from you. “Tell us what you want. Isn't that why you're here, to learn how to speak up and make it easier for us?” His words remind you of why Hongjoong had handed you over to them in the first place - to teach you a lesson. And they were certainly doing just that.

“I need you,” you moan, struggling to speak as Mingi switches between your nipples, eliciting sweet sounds from you. “Any of you. Please, Yunho.” Without another word, Yunho moves you to lay flat on your back, while Mingi crawls over to where your head rests. Yunho kneels between your legs and removes your shorts and panties and pulling your legs apart. “She's so wet and all we did was play with her a little,” he remarked, pulling your legs apart to expose your core. The sudden cold air hitting your skin made you shiver, but it only added to the anticipation and desire coursing through your body. The wetness between your thighs is evidence of just how much you want them.

“I can't wait to taste her, I bet she's so sweet,” Wooyoung's words echoed in the room, causing the bed to shift as he sat up, eager to get a better view of what Yunho was doing. Yunho, who was currently playing with you, couldn't help but agree. 
From the side, Jongho appears, connecting his lips with yours. “Let them have their fun, and I'm gonna have you later, baby girl,” he whispered seductively in your ear after disconnecting from your lips and before returning to his spot against the headboard.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa had his hands in Hongjoong's hair, holding him down on his cock, when they switched position, you don’t know. “Before you do anything- ugh- else Y-Yunho, explain the c-color system to her. Fuck Joong!” he moaned, unable to contain himself.

Yunho, now fully focused on you, pulled your chin to face him. This was the first time you truly looked at him in this setting, and he was absolutely breathtaking. His damp hair and intense aura were a testament to his need and desire to please. He was not only attractive and tall but also gentle, attentive, and caring. In this moment, he was ethereal, and it wasn't just him. As you looked around, you realized that they were all equally stunning and beautiful in their own unique ways.

Yunho's voice cut through the heated atmosphere, bringing your attention back to the present moment. “I need you to know that at any moment, if you want to stop, all you have to do is say it, okay?” His words were laced with care, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for their consideration. He went on to explain the color system they had in place - green for 100% okay to continue, yellow for a break, and red for everything to come to an immediate end. “Understand?” he asked, making sure you were on the same page.

“I understand,” you replied, meeting his gaze. His smile in return was the prettiest thing you had ever seen. “What's your color, sweet girl?” he asked, placing his hands on either side of your body.

“The greenest of greens,” you answered with a smile, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.

Yunho returned to kneeling in front of you, and the environment around you that had seemingly stopped, continued on. The only sounds you could hear were Seonghwa's moans as he sank into Hongjoong, Yeosang's muffled cries as he was lost in Wooyoung's kiss, and San's throaty noises as he pleasured himself with Yeosang. Mingi was stroking your hair gently, while Yunho settled himself below you. Jongho watched intently as your body reacted to the various sensations, his hand moving slowly up and down his own shaft.

Yunho spread your legs over his shoulders, bringing himself up close and personal with your aching core. He began to kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, eliciting moans and groans from you. You caught a glimpse of Mingi's massive cock lying by your head and couldn't resist the temptation to reach up and wrap your hand around it, slowly pumping him as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Fuck, baby, yes,” Mingi groaned, his head thrown back as he leaned on his hands behind him.

San's eyes widen in surprise as Yeosang's release shoots down his throat. He can taste the bitter sweetness on his tongue, but before he can fully savor it, Wooyoung's lips are pressed against his. They share a deep kiss, filled with need and desire, while Yeosang watches with hooded eyes.

'Look at that, she's so eager to please,' San remarks with a pop as he releases Yeosang's dick from his mouth. Yeosang, still reeling from his release, can only slur his words as he expresses his desire to join in the fun. It's clear that these boys have quite the appetite, having already cum twice and still wanting more.

Just as quickly as the attention shifted to you, Yunho demands it back. He connects his mouth to your dripping core and sucks harshly, causing you to gasp and moan out loud. His fingers slide into your needy hole, prepping you for what's to come.

'FUCK! Yunho! Yes!' you exclaim, taken aback by the sudden contact after all the teasing. Yunho simply hums in response, sending shivers down your spine and causing your orgasm to build up inside you.

'More, I need it please!' you plead, barely able to form coherent words between your moans and gasps. Yunho obliges, adding another finger and increasing his pace to a devilish speed. You drop the hand that was previously working on Mingi, unable to focus on anything but Yunho's ministrations.

Mingi, who is in need of release himself, pushes your limp hand off his cock. He sits up, his member already at your mouth level. 'Open up for me, baby. I need your mouth,' he growls. You eagerly comply, taking him in your mouth. He's bigger than you expected, but you have no gag reflex. When he pushes in as far as he can, your nose comes into contact with his pelvis and he lets out a throaty groan.

'Her throat's so tight, I don't think she has a gag reflex,' Mingi says to the boys around him, earning a groan from all of them. With one final thrust of his fingers, Yunho sends you over the edge. You cum on his two fingers and in his mouth, unable to hold it back any longer.

As you catch your breath, shuddering with the aftershocks of your climax, it's clear that these boys have a voracious appetite for pleasure.

As Yunho stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes lock onto Wooyoung's sweet figure. Unable to resist, he exclaims, “Fuck, Wooyoung she is sweet as fuck.” Before he knows it, he's being grabbed by the younger and suddenly, they're kissing, the taste of you lingering on their lips.

Amoung the heat and passion, Mingi groans, “Ugh baby I'm so close, just a little more!” He quickens his pace, fueled by the sight of Yunho and Wooyoung making out. Lost in your own pleasure, you barely register Hongjoong and Seonghwa coming over to watch you in your vulnerable state, their own cocks growing as they listen to your arousing moans. “Fuck sweet girl, you're so fucking hot,” Seonghwa murmurs, kissing your cheek and sending shivers down your spine.

As Mingi reaches his climax and collapses onto the bed, he praises you with breathless words, “Fuck, she's amazing.” In the midst of it all, you have a moment to come down from your high, but the craving for more only intensifies. “Please...” you breathe out, looking around the room at all of them. Hongjoong's voice still holds a commanding tone as he asks, 'Please what?', you know what you need and you voice it, “I need someone in me, please. I want to feel it, please sir.” The nickname only adds to the erotic atmosphere, causing a chorus of groans from the men in the room.

“You heard her, give her a dick. There's plenty here!” Hongjoong turns to the other men, who immediately start fighting over who gets to go next. “I said I was next, so I win,” Yeosang declares, lying down and pulling you onto his lap to straddle his waiting member.

“Turn her around so I can taste her while she rides you,” Wooyoung demands, interrupting Yeosang's attempt to slide you down onto his cock. He spins you around, positioning you so that your backside is facing him and your legs are spread open towards the rest of the boys.

“She has such a pretty pussy, I could look at it all day and be fine,” Jongho remarks, locking eyes with you as a smile and a blush spread across your face. You can't help but return the smile, feeling a sense of excitement at being the center of their attention.

“We lucked out and got a gorgeous, sweet girl as our plaything. We should be very grateful,” Seonghwa remarks, his slip of the tongue revealing the nickname he has given you. You can't deny that the praise and degradation on display feed into your kink, but then again, who doesn't have one these days?

“What's your color, baby?” Wooyoung asks, pulling your focus back to the reason you're in this compromising position. Before you can answer, he moves in closer between your legs.

“Green!” you respond eagerly, ready for what's about to come. Yeosang lowers you onto his cock, eliciting a moan from you and a groan from him. He stays still for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the sensation.

“Fuck, she's squeezing me so tightly. I love it,” he exclaims, starting to move slowly. Opening your eyes, which you didn't even realize you had closed, you see that everyone has their cocks in their hands, watching as you and Yeosang come together. You can't help but moan at his words as he continues to move.

While Yeosang may not have the biggest or thickest cock in the room, it was still above average, proving that he was no slouch in that department. You couldn't say you were surprised though, as you had already witnessed the impressive lengths and girths of Mingi and the other men. Seonghwa's was undeniably the longest, while San's was the thickest, making it both intimidating and enticing at the same time.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sensation of Wooyoung's tongue sweeping over the part of Yeosang’s cock that was exposed to your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The stimulation was heightened by Wooyoung's talented tongue caressing your pussy with expertise. He had you in a state of ecstasy as they alternated between sucking and licking, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Your body writhed with pleasure as Yeosang's cock and Wooyoung's mouth worked in perfect harmony, bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You couldn't help but moan and whimper at the intensity of their ministrations, your entire being focused on the pleasure pulsing through you.


“Fuck baby, fuck” Yeosang moan has he pistols into you faster, “Omg, Yeo it feels so good please keep going” You move you hand from behind you on his chest to Wooyoung’s hair pulling on it which pulls a groan out of him.

Wooyoung sucks and slobbers all over your pussy and Yeosnags cock making them both so wet that anytime he moves his tongue your juices can be heard through the room. Your mind goes completely bank as Yeosangs drill into you, you can feel him pulsing inside of you as you clench and unclench yourself on him.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck keep doing that” Yeosang’s head is thrown back but he still manages to keep holding and pumping into you. As you continue to clench around him you feel his hot seed soak your walls and he goans and shakes under you completely emerged in his cloudy orgasms. You start to ride out his high and Wooyoung’s disconnects from you as you Yeosang lifts you off himself to get us and sit with Mingi on the side.

“He didn’t make you cum, how rude” Wooyoung’s gets up from where he was making eyes contact with Yeosang as he rolls his eyes. Wooyoung’s comment makes the other dudes that are waiting for their turn chuckle.

“I guess I’ll have to finish what he started” Wooyoung pulls you to the edge of the bed to the point your ass is hanging off the side. He keeps his hand on your ass and leans down to kiss you deeply.

You whimper into his mouth needing more and he knows it. Wooyoung continues to make out with you distracting you from what was going n under you encaustic the next thing you know you feel the tip of his cock pushing into your entrance. As he bottoms out inside of you, your eyes widen at the stretch as you let out a loud moan into his mouth that is still latching onto you like he needs it to breathe.

“Damn Woo let her breathe!” Yunho chuckles from his spot with Jongho. They had their hands wrapped around each other’s cock but no one’s hands have speed up as they are all anticipating their turn to be inside one of your holes.

“She’s so goddamn sexy I just want to be all over her” Wooyoung remarks pushing into at a slow but deep way that makes him hit where you need him the most. “Woo if you don’t ignore them and fuck me harder I’m going to someone else, I need to cum” You put your hand on the side of his face making him look down at you with nothing but fire in his eyes.

Wooyoung immediately starts slamming into you to the point your breasts are bouncing and the bed starts to make noise too. “Look who picked up on Wooyoung’s need to be bossed around kink” Hongjoong chuckles at the way you made Wooyoung do what you needed from him.

In truth you didn’t pick up on anything you were just really frustrated and horned it just happens that worked in your favor. “SHIT! Wooyoung yes just like that, I’m almost there please” Wooyoung’s pace id mind boggling, he still hit as far as before its just so much more abusing to your spot that it’s all you need.

“Me too baby” Wooyoung whimpers above you which is such a pretty sound. It only takes a few more pumps before you’re cumming on Wooyoung’s cock as he fills you up mixing with Yeosang. He pulls out before you can understand what’s happening and dives back into your cunt slipping up all of your left over juices and the mixture of cum that starts to leak out.

The overstimulation makes you shake and wither trying to get away from his mouth. “S’too much Woo. Fuck!” You finally manage to push him away scooting over to wear Hongjoong is. “Boo!” Wooyoung exclaims folding his arms.

“You are a fiend Wooyoung, she just came let her calm down!” Seonghwa grabs you from Hongjoong placing you on his lap as Wooyoung just pouts and makes his way over to wear Yeosang is getting some towels for clean up later.

“Hi, sweet girl, you okay” Seonghwa runs his hand through your hair while you are calming down from the intense high. “Yes, I’m okay” You say trying to properly breathe.

You feel a tap on your shoulder that makes you look up and see Mingi who is now in pants still no shirt with a water bottle in hand. “Drink something before you keep going jagiya” SAN’s voice comes from beside you and it kinda catches you off grand since you haven’t heard from him a a while.

You grab the water bottle and take a few sips before handing it to Seonghwa who hands it to Mingi. “Can you give me a color?” Seonghwa lifts your chin to make eye contact with you.

“Green” You want them all so you’re not stopping until you’ve felt or tasted all their cum. Seonghwa just smiles down at you when you feel fimilar hands rubbing up and down your back.

“You think you can help Sannie and I out while Seonghwa plays with you baby” Hongjoong leans to your ear then to your next leaving kisses here and there. You nod to answer his question and tilt your neck to give him more access. San comes closer to you on the side and grabs your hand to wrap around his cock. You happily start jerking him off and reach behind you with your other hand to grab Hongjoong to do the same.

You earn a moan from San and a groan from Hongjoong as you find a comfortable pace to start with. Seonghwa captures your lips in a deep kiss as he inserts his tongue into your mouth exploring all sides of it.

San finds your nipple and laches on to it starting to suck and swirl his tongue around it. You groan into Seonghwa mouth due to Hongjoong and San’s ministrations. Seonghwa’s hand traveled from your thigh to your core where he insert two of his long slim fingers into you with ease due to arousle and Wooyoung’s spit that pools between your legs.

“Fuck” you breathe into Seonghwa’s mouth feeling his fingers glide in and out of your greedy hole. Your hands start to speed up matching the pace of Seonghwa’s fingers on the two cocks in your hands.

You three stay like that for what feels like forever before Seonghwa breaks from you and picks you up off his lap causing you to let go of the two cocks. He places you on your hands and knees and gets behind you.

San and Hongjoong move to your front laying a pillow under you so that your front is laying down and your ass is in the air.

“Stay right there baby, I’m gonna take care of you” One of Seonghwa’s hands finds your hips while the other jerks off his cock getting ready to slides into you pulsing walls.

“Here baby put it in your mouth for me” Hongjoong sits in front of you and you guide his dick into your mouth as you hand searches for San to wrap around, “I’m right here Jagiya” San scoots closer to you.

“Ugh” You let out around Hongjoong as Seonghwa insert half himself into you. “Breathe for me baby” He knows he’s longer than the other cocks you’ve taken tonight so he gos slower trying to bottom out.

Seonghwa finally gets all the way inside of you and stills giving you time to adjust. After a few seconds you reach behind you with your free hand and tap his thigh letting him know he can move now. Once he starts pulling out of you, you speed up all your actions on San and Hongjoong.

“Harder baby” Hongjoong’s hand find your head and push you down to the base of his cock so you naturally relax your throat so that you can take comfortably hold him there. “Jagiya please don’t stop it feels so good” San bucks his hips meeting your hand.

Seonghwa is making all types of noises groaning and moaning above you as he continues to increase his speed slamming into you like there’s no tomorrow. You would be making equally as much noise if you didn’t have Hongjoong’s big dick down your throat. “Oh, sweet girl you feel absolutely amazing” Seonghwa praises you as you start to meet his thrust fucking him too.

All you can do is roll your eyes back as your holes are getting abused by two of the sexiest men in the world and the other 6 observe. Seonghwa is absolutely wreaking you, he’s rolling his hips the push and pulling the sensation and stimulation sends you into overdrive at this point Hongjoong and San at just using your mouth and hands cause your not moving all your doing is taking what’s given.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum baby” San groan and the other two agree in unison as you feel all their cocks twitch and jerk. “Cum with us sweet girl I wanna feel it” Seonghwa’s hand loops under you and comes in contact with you clit and its all over.

You start shaking and tears stream down your face as you succefully tip over the edge of released and you’re gushing all over Seonghwa. Hongjoong is the first to cum down your throat you swallow and turn over to San who grips your hand tighter around his cock and uses it to get him off as he finishes in your mouth.

Seonghwa is the last to cum as he spills his seed all over your walls. He pulls out after riding out your highs and you can feel your cum and his seep out of you and down your inner thigh. “Fuck, your amazing baby” San kisses your cheek and lift you up to were you sitting on your legs.

“She really is a gift,” “A very precious one too” Hongjoong and Seonghwa say also giving you a kiss before everyone gets off the bed.

“She’s all yours, we’re going to wash up a little and get some things for her” You look behind you and see Jongho and Yunho are who they’re talking to. Not to say you forgot about Jongho but in honesty you did, the way he just sat there and watched with his cock in his hand or on Yunho’s cock the whole time is crazy to you. He said nothing so your really anticipating what he has for you.

“Look at you all fucked out” Jongho comes to you as Yunho gets behind you.

“We’re not gonna make you wait we just need a color” Yunho rubs your arms up and down.

“Green, I need to feel you” You say to the two in front and behind you. “We know babygirl, lay on your back for me okay” You do as told and wait for what’s next.

Yunho settled between your legs and dived right in.You didn't struggle a lot to take him in, but his thick cock still made you breathless when he bottomed out. He was panting a little when he pushed all the way in and waited for you to adjust, and the feeling of him hot, thick and hard pulsing inside you clouded all your senses. You hooked your legs around his waist and urged him to move, which he gladly obeyed.

He started with a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you as your hole produced more juices to allow him better access. Due to everything that happened beforehand, you were so wet and ready to come shortly after he set up the pace. He must have noticed that too, as he moved his hand to touch your clit. You moaned loudly when his thumb pressed on your clit, circling it before pressing down and flicking it.

"Just like that, come for me!" With his command you came around his cock, eyes tightly shut as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm chasing his own. Not too long after he twitch and pulsed inside of your aching walls and came with a loud groan.

You panted as you lay down bonelessly on the bed, and he slowly pulled out of you, cock shining wet and limp. “I’m never letting you go baby” He kisses your cheek and moves to the side.

"Can you still go?" Jongho checked with you, and you nodded. He helped you sit up with him hugging you from behind, and when you recovered enough to open your eyes, you found that you in his lap with his hard length lying on your stomach.

He kissed your ear and started to touch you, fully aware that you were super sensitive everywhere. He played with your tits and tugged on your nipples, feeling how soft your breasts are when he rubbed all over them. He then opened your legs so that your entrance was entirely exposed to him.

"Look at how wet you are" having cummed so many times, you were all wet and glistening with your juices down there. He once again inserted two fingers in you, and this time you can see clearly how your hole sucked him in easily. Two fingers soon turned to three, and you were moaning in a haze as he fingered you. You couldn't move your eyes away from how your hole deliciously swallowed his fingers, squelching sounds making it even dirtier.

When he deemed you ready enough, he pushed his cock into you. He grabbed your hips, pulling them forward creating friction between you two. He then thrusted torturously slow into you, hard cock opening you up and touched all your sensitive spots; you let out a loud moan when he finally pushed all the way in, hugging you to his body.He kept the pace like that, slow and hard so that he could observe the mess he made you. You were feeling everything in your hole, each vein of his pulsing inside you, and his eyes entirely on how messy you were.

His stare made you hot and blushing, but the stimulation was not enough to make you come again. You tried to move to match his pace, but his hands on your waist held you in place."Shh...let me feel how ready you are for me down there." He gave you another hard thrust which had you scratching his back surely leaving marks and drawing blood, hole clenching hard as he slowly pulled out, then his sudden hard thrust pushed you back on the bed again.

He thrusted like that for a while, observing you closely. You were all hot and aroused, and it felt really good to be dicked down like that, but after being here for so long already all you wanted was for him to give you that orgasm. You didn't know when you started crying, but he noticed before you did. He gave you another thrust, before leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

"Everything okay, babygirl?" You whimpered. "Words, baby." He kept perfectly still inside you; you whimpered again. "I want to come, Jongho please" "Hmm. You’ve already came so much, and you want more?" He liked to play which doesn’t surprise you, and you knew what he wanted. "Please, Jongho, make me come on your cock!"

"Good girl. Now look at me, I want to see how you look when I make you fall apart." He started thrusting into you fast, eyes locking with yours as he drove into you hard. You could feel your breasts were shaking due to his hard thrusts, and you couldn't stop moaning. Soon enough a particular deep thrust pushed you over the edge, and you came all over him. You were so wet, and you could feel him still hard and hot inside you. 

He stood at the end of the bed, spreaded your legs and pushed his cock back in to chase his own orgasm. He thrusted into you fast and hard, and you kept moaning his name.

"Yes, just like that" You locked your legs around him, pulling him to you and he grunted when he felt you contracting your walls around him. With a moan, he pushed in deep and came inside you. His load added to the mess between your legs, but you didn't care.You pulled him to the bed and hugged him close when he came down from his high. He looked down and palmed your wet entrance, and you pushed him weakly.

"You did so well." He kissed your forehead, then left another chaste kiss on your lips. The other guys came back in the room with towels and water shortly after. They all had new pajamas on and seemed to have washed up pretty well.

You smile at them and they give you a smile back before Seonghwa and Hongjoong come over to you and pick you up. “Were going to give her a good bath and you two go get cleaned up, San and Wooyoung change the bedding and the rest of you order some food” Hongjoong gives orders as Seonghwa carries you to the bathroom.

“Did you have fun little one?” Seonghwa put you down on your feet once you enter the bathroom. “Mhm” You hum stepping into the bath he has ran for you.

Hongjoong walk in with some of your cloths and body wash he probably found in your bathroom. “Wash up so we get you some food, you did well sweetheart” He says handing you the soap.

“Yes, it was quite the performance for your first time” Seonghwa agrees from his place on the floor next to the tub he took when Hongjoong walked in. “Can I ask you something?” You have always been a person that likes answers and validation so you asking this question was quite in character.

“Of course” Hongjoong sits next to Seonghwa. “What happens now, I mean with all of us?” You look over at them letting the water run over your skin as Seonghwa squeezes it over your skin.

“I can’t tell you but I can tell you I don’t want this to be our last time having fun but we’ll have to have a conversation with everyone” Hongjoong clarifies looking between Seonghwa and you.

“Instead of worrying too much about that right now, how about we get you clean and feed you then get some rest do we can talk tomorrow since everyone has no schedules” Seonghwa put soap on the towel before gliding it across your skin.

“Okay” You let it go and allow yourself to relax in the warm water.

It’s later that night and you all are in the same room watching a movie after eating. You take a moment to look at the men around you and that’s when you realize how beautiful they really are.

It’s like they were carved for the finest silk and then soaked in gold as their skin slightly melanated due to the sunny weather and lack of makeup glistens with the light from the tv and dim lamp in the corner. It is absolutely mind boggling to you how you ever saw them as men you could live with and resist the whole time. This was bound to happen and you’re so happy it did.

LMFAO HELPsA

what manhwa is this

STOOOPPPPPPP NO IM CRYING WHAT THIS IS THE SADDEST FIC IVE READ OMG 😭

j.yunho {espresso for two?}

cafe love m.list || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

I change the location from New York to Japan. hehehe

Jeong Yunho.

Just the name sent a fresh wave of nausea crashing over you. Two weeks. Two measly weeks since he'd so casually declared, "We need some space," his voice as smooth and forgettable as the lukewarm latte he always ordered.

Space? What for?

It wasn't supposed to end this way. You and Yunho have been together for three years, a whirlwind romance that blossomed during your college days. He is your everything: the man who is charming, funny, with a smile that could melt glaciers. Spent hours lost in conversation, future plans whispered over steaming mugs of chamomile tea at your apartment after a long day of class or even workloads, the very one you now toiled in, perpetually surrounded by the bittersweet aroma of love and heartbreak.

The cracks started appearing subtly. Late-night texts unanswered, cancelled dates for "work emergencies," a growing distance that chilled you to the bone. You tried, you did— clinging to the remnants of what you both had, showering him with affection that felt increasingly one-sided. Then came the bombshell – a text, impersonal and cold, informing you of his "need for space."

Your world had tilted on its axis. The vibrant cafe, once a haven of shared laughter and stolen glances, now felt suffocating. Your co-workers, bless their oblivious souls, tried their best. Your senior head took notice of your distant and pale face–offering you to take a quick break which you deny saying that you just haven’t retouched yet after the morning rush, Wooyoung the ever-optimistic barista, bombarded you with motivational quotes. And Seonghwa, the stoic manager, offered gruff words of support (his way of showing he cared). But nothing could mend the gaping hole in your chest.

A particularly demanding customer snapped you out of your reverie. Her shrill voice, laced with entitlement, taking a deep breath, you plastered on a customer service smile, channelling your internal turmoil into forced cheer. Maybe, just maybe, a day spent slinging coffee and feigning happiness would numb the ache a little.

But as you steamed milk softly, the bell above the cafe door chimed, a jarring note in the morning lull. Your gaze flicked up, drawn by a sudden prickle of unease. There, by the counter, stood Jeong Yunho. His usual carefree demeanour was replaced by a shadowed weariness. Your breath hitched, a thousand unspoken words churning in your stomach.

He hadn't changed much. The same tousled hair, the same charming smile – a smile that now felt like a stranger's. He scanned the menu, a flicker of surprise crossing his features when your eyes met. Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

"I—," he finally said, his voice strained. "Hi …"

Your heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A million questions bubbled up, but professionalism reigned supreme. You plastered on a neutral smile, "Did you find anything you like, sir?" You managed, your voice surprisingly steady. Adam's apple bob before a small slick smirk creeps on the corner of his lips, “Yeah … you.”You rose an eyebrow, finally showing your emotions that went from ‘Fuck! my ex is here!’ to ‘Let me punch him, the audacity!’. He saw your reaction, his eyes darted on the menu before crawling his throat, “J-Just espresso ..” “Take out or dine in?” “Dine .. in”

You look down to punch his order, “Do you want to add anything, sir?” He shakes his head but his lips move again, stuttering, “M-Make it two .. please.”

You breathe sharply before giving him the receipt after he pays for the two espresso, telling him to sit for a while. He nodded before mumbling a ‘thank you’. As you pulled the shot, stolen glances confirmed the changes you sensed. Dark circles marred Yunho's eyes, etching lines of fatigue onto his previously youthful face. The weight of the world seemed to press down on his broad shoulders. A pang of sympathy warred with the anger still simmering within you.Just why? Where did it all go wrong?

When your barista announces Yunho’s name, you watch in the corner of your eye as he places himself on the window side of the cafe with the two espresso in his hand. As you punch the order of the customer in front of you, a tap on the shoulder interrupts your work, you look over to see Seonghwa with an anticipated look over his usual stoic look, “Yes manager-nim?”He breathes sharply, eyes flicking towards somewhere before looking back at you, “You can take a break … someone needs to see you and let them explain themself.”

You immediately knew who he was talking about. You know Yunho never goes unprepared and certainly, he comes with a fixed mindset.

You sigh, removing your apron as Seonghwa rubs your back soothingly before he places the apron on him to take care of your position. You look at the side to see your senior head, giving you an encouraging smile along with the others cheering on you. You felt grateful as they have been supportive of your relationship with Yunho for a short while of announcing about your boyfriend with minimal information about him yet they never ask you questions about it until you do so.You approached his table, sat down opposite of him. He had an awkward look on his face, “Yunho please get to the point, rush hour will be an hour—”

“I’m sorry.” Those simple words were so easy to say yet the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. The air hung heavy with unspoken words. Yunho's apology, though sincere, seemed like the tip of a much larger iceberg. The man across the table fidgeted, hesitant to dismiss an apology so abruptly. The tension crackled between them, amplified by the approaching rush hour Yunho himself had mentioned.

"My excuse won’t do justice to the pain you went through and my sorry can not heal all those pain .The pain you feel is a constant reminder of my failings. I have doubted myself so much that I have neglected you and become selfish for my own emotions and at the end, I have regret all of those things, I have regret ever hurting you, rejecting your small offerings or even your love— I am sorry.” Yunho spoke with sincerity in every word he said, his hands were clinging on the cup of his espresso—controlling himself to not take your hands—while his eyes were glued to you the whole time.

You were slightly taken back, his words were piercing through your head. Your heart soars to the extent that, maybe just maybe, he did regret what he had done. You have known Yunho for as long as you both were before in the stage of dating, you have seen him grow to be a man and you have seen how he came to learn from who he was and what he is today.

Yet there goes the mind from letting you decide from your emotions. Your thoughts run through the painful days you have cried, doubted or even questioned your worth— you were also afraid to go on your days without thinking of your looks that had you wearing a mask to cover yourself— you were a complete and shattered person inside your apartment. The battle between your head and your heart, it is hard to listen.

Yunho, being the observant he is, took notice of your shaking eyes and contemplated heart. He knows what’s going through your head, every thought and he cannot blame you. Even he would be in a complicated mess if your ex suddenly came into your life after months of disappearing after a text so shitty.

“You do not have to talk or anything, I just came by to explain and maybe … have a closure before I go.” Your eyes that were fixed on the table slowly, trails towards his glassy eyes.

“Cl-Closure? Yunho what–” Why does he need closure? You were confused, your heart was expecting something more from what he had mentioned even though your mind had concluded that he will ask for a second chance but this? A closure? That is something you weren least expecting!

Yunho’s head nodded, a small smile on his lips, “Yeah– I have .. thought about it that you deserve an apology… “ He looks around the small cafe, eyes twinkling in admiration before his eyes settle back to you. The softness never left and it made your heart hurt, “I may have not talked to you for weeks but I have come across you a few times and I have seen you grow day by day. You slowly regain back that smile, your contagious laugh and your glow. You deserve so much more than the pain I cause you.” Both of your eyes were turning glossy, his nose was clogging making his voice slightly muffled yet no tears were evident.

Finally, he lets go of the cup and reaches for your hand which you let him hold on to. He squeezes them like he used to, “And you deserve those, you deserve a better chapter … without me.”

There, the water in your eyes had finally streamed down your cheeks when he gave you the smile that you have adored. A smile that reassures you that things will be okay, eventually. You’re gonna be okay and that he will be there to support you.

“Yu-Yunho …” Yunho shakes his head, giving your hand a final squeeze before letting them go. You jerk slightly, wanting to hold him again, “I’m off to Japan with my mom. Seoul will always hold a piece of my heart, but Japan has pushed me in ways I never imagined. I've grown here, found a strength and independence I never knew I had. As much as it pains me, returning feels like something I have wanted. Our paths have diverged, and forcing them together wouldn't be fair to either of us.”

Yunho reaches over, wiping a stray tear, you shamelessly lean into his touch. Yunho’s breath hitches, itching to hold you back in his arms but he has to do it, he has made up his mind that things have reason to happen, “Maybe someday, our paths will realign. Until then, I'll cherish the memories we made.” He stood up, giving you the other cup of espresso while the other tight in his hand.

He looks at you one last time before leaving the cafe. As the door chime hits close, your body shakes as silent sobs echo the, now deserted cafe. The tears blinded yet love never does it, it wounded you to make you wake up in reality that things were over and the questions of him leaving you were answered.

You look at the cup of espresso in front of you, and more tears fall on your cheeks as you read the letters, ‘Espresso for two?’ the inscription seemed to scream, each word a fresh tear on your heart.

You traced the lettering with a trembling finger, the memory flooding back. It was his idea, a silly spur-of-the-moment purchase during a weekend, he had to pull you out from your shift and drag you out to have the rest of the day with him. You'd laughed, teasing him about his overenthusiasm for a simple coffee cup. "What if you never have someone to share it with?" you'd joke, never truly believing it.

He'd squeezed your hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Then it'll be a reminder of me sharing this espresso with you so i could espresso my love for you," he'd promised, his voice laced with a confidence you envied now. You laugh at his joke, making him chuckle as your enthusiastic laugh echoes down the street.

A sob escaped your lips, the sound harsh in the sudden silence of the cafe— despite your co-workers glancing at you once in a while to check up on you. The espresso remained untouched, a cold, bitter echo of a love that had turned as quickly as burnt milk. But even through the fog of grief, a flicker of defiance sparked. Wiping your tears, you straightened your spine. Maybe it wasn't meant for two today, but that didn't mean it couldn't be filled someday.

You finish the cup in a go, eyebrow furrowed. You have made up your mind a little to late, but there are things were meant on a perfect time.

You look outside by the cafe windows, "I'll share the espresso with you again."

part 2? another ending? idk 😭😅

like it’s magnetic~