Hoonspingu - Cat 🩵

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

pairing: king!hongjoong x concubine!reader (royalty au)

wc: 599 (not proofread)

genre: fluffy fluffss🩷☁️

"YOUR MAJESTYYYYY!!!!"

his eyes perks upward, looking at the person skipping her way to him in front of the door of his office.

"it is i, your favourite concubine," you said giddily and bowing respectfully when you stopped in front of the king. he couldn't help himself and chuckled at your behavior.

"what brings you here, my love? i didn't call for you, do you need anything?", getting up from his seat, he walks slowly towards you.

you were beyond happy when he smiles at you, he looks so handsome. his sharp nose, high cheekbones, sharp jaw, beautiful eyes, plump lips. the man you love with all of your heart, and the king you faithfully serve. kim hongjoong.

"i was bored in the harem, so i came to find you instead.", clasping your hands behind your back to not let him see you fidgeting your fingers.

"my dear, I've bought lots of other women to accompany you there. were they not friendly to you, dear?", his soft tone always makes your heart flutter. but the way he gently tucks away the strands of hair behind your ear made your heart stopped beating for a second. you avert your eyes from him, couldn't bear looking at his gorgeous face, one more second and you might actually explode. he smiled to himself upon noticing your reaction. he finds it very adorable.

"go ahead and choose any books you want, I'll let you borrow it.", his callous fingertips softly caress your cheeks.

he knew how much you love reading and learn new things. he loves it more when you tell him what you've learnt from your studies to him. he would attentively listen to you even when he himself already knew bout everything. its his books obviously. but that's what makes you special and different from his other concubines. you were someone who's eager to learn despite being a servent to the king. not many women were given the opportunity to read and study, but for you, he made an exception. he gave you the permission to roam around the palace anytime you want and may interrupt him when needed most.

you've chosen a new book to discover the story and you spent the whole evening sitting and laying around in his office, reading quietly while he continues with his paper work.

"OH MY GOD, YOUR MAJESTY!!! DID YOU KNOW....", you quickly snapped the book close in your hands and made your way excitedly to thw man sitting in his office chair. he welcomed you with a big smile and open arms. once you've settled yourself on his lap and his arms wrapping around you, you went on and on telling him everything.

he found himself admiring your enthusiastic self way too much and slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you felt his soft lips on yours. you stopped talking for once and hid your face in the palm of your hands.

"you're so adorable when you're flustered like this, sweetheart." he kisses your fingers and he removes your hands from your face. his soft laughter at your flushed face made you felt more shy. it's not the first time he's done this, yet it still made you love him even more day by day.

you both glance at the door as there was a soft knock, following with the voice of a very familiar woman you both knew, and she's calling for your man. wait, was he even your man? is he even yours officially to begin with? compared to the women behind the closed door.

a/n: i feel like wanting to continue more on this, pt.2 maybe??

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best friend!yunho

thinking about best friend!yunho stumbling upon a post on how to make girls squirt and now he wants to try that. so he comes over and starts pestering you about it "please let me try, you're like my only female friend".

you avoid eye contact with him "so just find someone to hook up with".

"But I want to try it on you. I trust you. Please." he pouts at you

You can never say no to him and you would be lying to yourself if you said you never imagined his hands on your body.

somehow you find yourself on your back, yunho above you, his long fingers in your pussy. his eyes never leave your face, wondering how he ever went without seeing your face scrunched up in pleasure because of him, you moaning his name.

"just let go, doll. cum for me. you look so pretty like this" he keeps whispering praise in your ear, his voice low.

your hands try to grab at the sheets before he takes your wrists in his other hand to keep you still.

his fingers continue their assault on you, curling upwards. he restrains one of your legs by throwing his own over it.

"fuck, yunho. please" you don't even know what you're begging for anymore.

"cum" he growls out, the command sending you over the edge and you can't hold it in anymore.

he feels your wetness spill out and he takes his eyes off your face to watch as you squirt.

you're breathing heavily, your whole body tingling.

"fuck. I need you to do that again" he mumbles. "but now I need to taste you" his eyes look into yours

contains: bf!hongjoong x reader, producer hongjoong softness

“You make my job really difficult, you know.”

“No I don’t.”

You keep crunching on your chips, the echo of your teeth completely clashing with Hongjoong’s newest piece. Having you in his vicinity always brings out the artist in him-his own words-but having you near him also means you bring your bratty attitude. He faces his computer with a screen covered in a vast array of things you don’t understand, rolling his eyes again as he hears you drop a chip and mutter an obscenity.

“I know you roll your eyes at me when I’m not looking.”

He turns to you with his tongue out and mocks you, “No I don’t.”

You throw a chip at him. Hongjoong is always on your ass about keeping this space clean-a sentiment which he doesn’t do a good job of upholding himself-so it’s no surprise when he pulls his headphones off and points a heated look to you.

You giggle and the tilt in Hongjoong’s head is dangerous, “Oh, that’s funny to you?”

Your giggles grow as he stands slowly from his chair, walking to you with his hands out as if he’s a zombie hunting you down. A little bit of your smile and he has enough energy to perform for 8 hours.

The chips you throw are nothing against Hongjoong. He leans over your laying body, squishing your cheeks with both hands like you’re his plaything. He can’t help but admire you in this dim lighting. Your perfectly etched, soft features are always reminding him of the beauty in the world. That’s the only reason he brings you here, to awaken that love for art and passion. You’re a spark to him. Your complaints don’t help, although.

Your hand on his brings him out of his dazed stupor, “Stop throwing chips at me.”

“I’m so bored, though,” you drag out your syllables as if that’ll get Hongjoong to listen to you. As if he’s ever been an easy man.

He lands a big, wet, dramatic kiss to your forehead to ease you, “I’m almost done, brat,”

“Mmm. I don’t believe you, but okay,”

Hongjoong laughs at you, kissing your cheek in apology. He kisses your other cheek, then your nose, then your chin, and then lands on your lips earnestly. He keeps dropping a sweet trail of his love everywhere until you’re a giggling mess again. He chuckles along with you because he can’t help it. He’s a giddy pool of love with you.

Work can wait a couple minutes.

bom note: it’s 3:00 am i have to be up at 7 chat am i cooked

Clumsy Hearts, Steady Love

Pairing: boyfriend!Hongjoong x fem!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: He was a great friend but a terrible lover, and he knew it. For the longest time, he believed he wasn’t cut out for relationships. But then you came along, and for the first time, he wanted to try. He wanted to be better, to be good for you, even if it meant being clumsy along the way. For you, he was willing to learn how to love.

A/N: Only @itstheghostofmypast knows this was initially meant to be a timestamp🤡

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"Don't drive today, darling. I'll pick you up from work this evening."

Those words from Kim Hongjoong echoed in your mind. For the first time in a year of being together, he offered to pick you up. Your heart soared at the unexpected sweetness from him.

It wasn't that you thought he was a bad boyfriend, but you knew his nature from the very beginning. Your friends had warned you when you accepted him; he was a workaholic, someone who would always put anything and everything before you. A good friend but a bad lover—that was his reputation. Yet, you couldn't deny the way he made your heart race, the way his presence made everything better, the way he vowed to love you as you deserved, the way he promised he would try for you.

From the start, you knew what you were getting into. You didn't expect perfection. You didn't want perfection.

You just wanted him.

But loving Hongjoong truly was not easy.

It could be exhausting. Perhaps today was another one of those days.

You had looked forward to this day for so long, hoping he would be the boyfriend he promised to be. But deep down, you knew better than to have such high hopes.

Letting out what felt like the thousandth sigh of the day, you nearly froze to death from being soaked in the rain, your ankle throbbed from a sprained heel as you stood by the bus stop outside your office building where he was supposed to pick you up.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

Every call went straight to voicemail, escalating your worry to panic. You didn’t dare move, fearing he might arrive at an empty bus stop.

After hours of agony, trying to reach him, and calling all his friends, you got the same useless response: he was unreachable, and they had no idea where he could be.

Three hours.

You sat there for three hours, sick with worry about him, when you were the one who needed care, only to end up taking the bus home. So much for the excitement and anticipation of him picking you up for the first time. You should have been furious, but the pounding headache and rising fever stole that from you. Another heavy sigh escaped your lips, the disappointment of what should have been an exciting Friday evening turning into an utter disaster.

"Enough, my darling. I'm here now, am I not?" said Kim Hongjoong.

The audacity.

You had left work to be greeted by a heavy downpour, cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella. As if things couldn't get worse, your sprint to the bus stop where he promised to pick you up was interrupted when your heel chose that moment to snap. You yelped in pain, stumbling forward onto the wet ground, your belongings scattering everywhere. Crawling on the rough pavement to collect them, you finally stood up, only to feel a sharp throb in your ankle.

But it was supposed to be okay because seeing Hongjoong was sure to make everything better.

Ha, bitch you thought.

He left you panicking like a mad woman for hours, only to show up in the most infuriating way. When the 8pm bus finally rolled to a stop before you and the automated doors swooshed opened, you were busy dialling his number yet again.

"Come on, pick up pick up pick up—"

Wait a minute, is that...?

You did a double take when the very person you had been desperately trying to reach this whole time stepped off the bus with a sheepish smile, only for his expression to fall when he saw the miserable state you were in.

"Please throw your phone away if you have no intention of using it," you said flatly, walking past him and intentionally bumping his shoulder as you boarded the bus, no longer caring if he followed.

Of course, he did.

He cursed under his breath, noticing your limp, the heels in your hand, and your soaked, shivering form.

Settling into the last row of seats beside you, he quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around you. You were too weak to fight back or refuse. His heart ached as he pulled you close, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm you up. Silently, you accepted it all. Not only were you too exhausted to reject his gestures, but you also felt you deserved this and more after what you had endured. When you were warm enough, he immediately checked on your now swollen and bruised ankle, careful not to hurt you. The concern in his eyes was enough to melt your heart, but he didn't need to know that.

Once he was done fussing over you, he leaned back in his seat, offering his shoulder. Stubbornly, you turned away and leaned your head against the window instead. Knowing you needed time to calm down, he kept quiet and let you be, but not without staying close. He needed you to know he was there for you.

When you sighed again, he could no longer take it. He felt the need to explain himself.

"I know you're mad, and you have every right to be," he began, his voice soft and sincere. "I messed up, and I'm so sorry. I got caught up in something I couldn't get out of, and I swear I was going to call you, but my phone died and the stupid car broke down. God, I'm such an idiot. I should have tried harder to reach you or get to you sooner."

Still, you said nothing, your silence more punishing than any words you could have spoken. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, clearly at a loss.

"I love you," he whispered, almost to himself. "I just want to make things right."

For a moment, you softened, but the memory of the cold rain and the throbbing pain in your ankle kept your resolve firm. He had to understand the gravity of his actions.

Finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "You can't just show up and expect everything to be okay, Joong. You scared me. I thought something terrible had happened to you. And all the while, I was the one who was hurt and alone."

"I know," he said, his voice cracking. "And I'm so, so sorry, my darling. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you."

You turned to face him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he got on the bus. The sincerity and regret in his gaze were undeniable.

"One chance, Kim Hongjoong," you said firmly. "Don't mess it up."

He nodded, relief washing over his face. "I won't. I promise."

With that, you leaned back against the window, still not ready to forgive, but willing to see if he could truly make amends. And for the rest of the ride, he stayed close, his presence a silent vow that he would try his best to make things right.

As you slowly drifted to sleep, he guided your head to his shoulder, gently pressing his cheek against your forehead. Feeling your breath steady and the tension ease from your body, he allowed himself a small, relieved smile. He reached for your cold hands, stroking his fingers against your skin to warm you, finding it funny how he used to judge couples in public, but now that he had you, he realised he couldn't blame them—you were all that mattered.

The truth was, he had been late leaving work today, and to make matters worse, his car had broken down in the middle of heavy traffic. When he tried to call you, his phone had died. In desperation, he had caught the quickest bus he could find, but traffic had been relentless. He could have told you all of this, but he didn’t want to make excuses. He knew he should have done better.

Hongjoong glanced down at you, his heart aching with tenderness and guilt. He was still clumsy when it came to love, but for you, he would learn to be a better lover. Stroking your hair gently, he whispered, "I’m so sorry. I won't make you wait again. I promise to do better. I promise to always be there for you."

The bus ride continued in peaceful silence, the hum of the engine and the occasional jostle of the road the only sounds. He held you close, vowing silently to never let you down again. As the bus neared your stop, he adjusted his position, cupping your cheek softly and kissing your head, whispering, "We're here, darling."

You let out a small groan as your eyes fluttered open, unconsciously snuggling closer to his warmth and comfort as you tried to register your surroundings. If only you knew what your little actions did to his poor heart. Tightening his grip around you, he helped you up from your seat and carefully guided you out of the bus, ensuring you didn't put pressure on your injured ankle. The driver gave you a sympathetic nod as the two of you stepped off. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and the night was calm.

As you walked the short distance to your shared apartment, you suddenly remembered what had happened and peeled his hands off you. You weren't necessarily cold to him but you still needed space to cool off. He gulped, his fear of losing you was apparent. "Please, you're hurt. Let me take care of you."

To be fair, he knew he deserved your reaction. You weren't upset merely because of what happened today; he believed this was you letting out all the frustration you had kept in for the entirety of your one-year relationship. And he knew now that if he wanted to keep you by his side, this was his sign to take things more seriously.

No more excuses.

You had been nothing but the best and most attentive girlfriend to him. So, what was stopping him from doing the same for you?

He knew you didn't want to be near him right now, but he also didn't have the heart to stay away. Offering his hand, he nodded toward it. "Come, let's go home."

Tired out of your mind, you swallowed your anger, deciding to save it for another time. For now, you needed him. You reached out with a pout, surprising him by holding onto his pointer finger. "Fine, let's go."

He chuckled, his heart bursting with affection at how cute you were. This was better than nothing. Walking slowly, he made sure you weren't hurting yourself, each step a reminder of his promise to himself and you.

As you entered your apartment, he helped you settle onto the couch, your injured ankle elevated and cushioned. He fetched a blanket and wrapped it around you, his eyes filled with concern. "I'll make us some tea," he said softly, heading to the kitchen.

While he prepared the tea, you watched him move with a newfound determination. You could see he was trying, truly trying, to be better for you. And that thought, more than anything, began to melt the icy wall you had momentarily built up in your heart.

He returned with two steaming mugs, setting them on the table before sitting beside you. He took your hand gently, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. "I know I have a lot to make up for," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But I promise, I will. You mean everything to me."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the honesty and love there. It was a start, and as you sipped your tea together, you felt a glimmer of hope that things could truly change.

Just as you finished your tea, you sighed and looked up at him, intending to get up and head to your room. But before you could move, he gently squeezed your hand and stood up. "Let me help you," he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm.

You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to assert your independence and appreciating his newfound care. "I can manage," you insisted weakly.

"I know you can, darling," he replied softly, crouching beside you. "But let me take care of you this time, please."

His sincerity was palpable, and despite your initial resistance, you found yourself nodding. He carefully helped you to your feet, supporting your weight as you limped towards your room. Once inside, he waited patiently as you freshened up and changed into dry clothes, his presence a reassuring warmth in the quiet of the room.

As you emerged, feeling somewhat more composed, you glanced at him gratefully. "Thank you, Joong," you murmured, genuinely touched by his unexpected tenderness.

He smiled softly, his eyes reflecting relief and determination. "It's only my job as your boyfriend," he replied earnestly.

Returning to the living room, you settled back onto the couch together. The warmth of his tea and his presence beside you enveloped you in a sense of security and hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, things could indeed change for the better between you.

You couldn't deny his affections any longer, his pleading look was enough to melt you into his embrace. As he gently pulled the throw blanket snugly around you, drawing you closer, your heart fluttered. His actions conveyed a heartfelt apology, reminding you why you could never leave this man, no matter how tiring things became. At the end of the day, you both belonged to each other, despite his occasional clumsiness; your love remained steadfast.

Nuzzling against his neck, you breathed in his familiar scent. "How's the car? Have you contacted insurance?" you murmured, slipping effortlessly into the role of the attentive girlfriend he knew so well.

With a tender smile, he shook his head. "Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it. Take care of everything. Take care of you."

His words made your heart skip a beat, and you tightened your grip on his sweater. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Kim Hongjoong," you teased gently.

He reassured you with a squeeze of your shoulder. "I won't, my darling. Not anymore."

Looking up at your boyfriend, you could see the honesty in his eyes. You knew perfection wasn't guaranteed from this point onward, but you at least trusted that he would always give his best effort.

And that was what mattered most.

"If you say so," you whispered, your eyes closing as he leaned in to press his lips against yours. Hongjoong understood your doubts, but this was where he would begin to earn your trust.

From now on, he would do everything to be the lover you deserved. He would learn from his mistakes and grow, all for the sake of the person he loved most in the world.

I swear, this came out of nowhere lmfao. I was supposed to be working on Jongho's TWTHH spinoff but this happened. Tbf, this has been swirling in my mind for the past week at work because something similar happened to me. I was soaked in the rain and my heel did snap. The 3-hour wait was also a past experience of mine, except that douchebag was no Kim Hongjoong HAHA

Thank you for reading and I hope you lovelies enjoyed this random little oneshot. As always, let me know your thoughts! <3

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❥ you could tell your boyfriend’s been stressed and on edge lately so one day when he gets home from work you tell him to sit on the couch and relax. you made yourself comfy behind him and began to run your fingers through his hair

❥ he immediately melted into your touch; loving the feel of your fingers brushing against his scalp and his eyes closed in bliss. he savored this moment as he rested back against you

❥ humming a soft thank you, he dozed off to the feel of your gentle touch

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Drunkteez

hyungline x f!reader

Genre: humour, explicit, fluff

Warinings: MDNI 18+

Hongjoong

It was a warm summer evening, and the night had turned into a festive blur of laughter and music. Hongjoong and Y/N had spent the evening at a friend's party, where the drinks flowed freely and the mood was jubilant. The couple, deeply in love, found themselves surrounded by friends and good vibes. As the clock ticked past midnight, it was clear that Hongjoong had indulged a bit more than usual.

Stumbling slightly, Hongjoong held onto Y/N’s arm as they made their way back to their apartment. His normally sharp eyes were glazed, and his speech was punctuated by the occasional slur. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his drunken antics. It was endearing to see the usually composed and charismatic Hongjoong in such a vulnerable state.

“Y/N, you’re my...my favorite person in the whole world,” he declared, his voice loud and earnest. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” Y/N replied, chuckling as she guided him up the steps to their front door. She fumbled with the keys, trying to get them inside before he could attract any more attention from the neighbors.

Once inside, Y/N helped Hongjoong to the couch. He plopped down heavily, his head leaning back as he stared at the ceiling with a goofy grin.

“Y/N, you know what?” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What is it, Joongie?” she asked, sitting beside him and brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“I...I’ve been thinking,” he started, pausing dramatically. “You should...you should ride me like a horse during sex.”

Y/N blinked, her eyes widening in surprise before she burst into uncontrollable laughter. Hongjoong’s face was a mixture of pride and confusion, clearly thinking he’d just shared the most brilliant idea.

“You...you want me to what?” Y/N managed to say between fits of laughter.

“Ride me like a horse,” he repeated earnestly, nodding as if this made perfect sense. “I think it would be fun. I could be...your noble steed.”

Y/N doubled over, clutching her sides as tears of laughter streamed down her face. “Oh my god, Hongjoong, you’re too much.”

He looked at her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he watched her laugh. “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” he said softly, his tone suddenly serious.

Y/N’s laughter began to subside, and she looked at him, her heart swelling with love. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she said, wiping her eyes.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” he replied, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.

“I do,” she whispered, kissing him gently on the lips. “Even when you’re drunk and say the most absurd things.”

Hongjoong chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m glad,” he murmured, his eyes drooping as exhaustion from the night’s events began to catch up with him.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Y/N said, helping him to his feet once more.

As they made their way to the bedroom, Hongjoong’s steps grew heavier, and by the time they reached the bed, he was nearly asleep on his feet. Y/N helped him out of his clothes and into bed, pulling the covers over him.

“Goodnight, my noble steed,” she whispered with a smile, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Hongjoong mumbled something incoherent and snuggled into the pillow, a contented smile on his face. Y/N watched him for a moment, her heart full, before slipping into bed beside him.

Seonghwa

The night was calm, with a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves outside the window. Y/N carefully guided a very tipsy Seonghwa through the front door, his arm slung over her shoulders as he swayed with each step. The soft glow of the hallway light illuminated their path as they stumbled into the living room, Seonghwa's drunken giggles echoing in the space.

"Okay, let's get these shoes off," Y/N said, trying to steady him as she gently nudged him onto the couch. He plopped down with a thud, his head falling back against the cushions, eyes half-closed in a blissful, intoxicated daze.

"Y/N," he slurred, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he watched her kneel down to untie his shoes. "You're... you're like, really pretty, you know that?"

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head as she pulled at the laces. "Thank you, Hwa. You're pretty handsome yourself."

Seonghwa laughed, a loud, uninhibited sound that filled the room. "I know, right? I'm like... a total catch." He leaned forward, trying to help her with the shoes, but ended up just getting in the way. "Wait, I got it... I got it."

"Sure you do," Y/N said, pushing his hands aside gently. She managed to get one shoe off and was working on the other when Seonghwa started blabbering again.

"You know," he said, his tone suddenly serious as if he was about to share a great secret. "One day... I want you to... to choke me during sex."

Y/N froze, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Seonghwa's face was earnest, his eyes glassy with drunken sincerity. For a moment, there was complete silence, and then Y/N burst into laughter, a sound so contagious that Seonghwa soon joined in, his own laughter mixing with hers.

"Oh my god, Hwa," Y/N managed to say between giggles, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "You really are something else."

Seonghwa grinned, swaying slightly as he leaned back. "I mean it," he said, his voice softening. "You're... you're everything to me, Y/N. And I trust you... with everything. Even the... the weird stuff."

Y/N's laughter subsided, replaced by a warm, affectionate smile. She reached out, cupping his cheek in her hand. "I love you, Seonghwa," she said softly. "Drunk or not, you're my favorite person."

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as he sighed contentedly. "I love you too, Y/N. So much."

With a final tug, she got his other shoe off and helped him lie down on the couch, covering him with a blanket. As she turned to leave, Seonghwa's hand caught hers, pulling her back down beside him.

"Stay," he mumbled, his eyes already closing. "Just for a little while."

Y/N smiled, settling down next to him, her fingers intertwined with his. "Always," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'll always stay."

Yunho

Yunho stumbled out of the bar, his arm slung lazily around Y/N's shoulders. His steps were wobbly, and his speech was a slurry of barely coherent words. She giggled softly, trying to keep him upright as they made their way to the car.

"Yunho, come on. Let's get you home," Y/N coaxed, her voice gentle and soothing.

Yunho's head lolled to the side, his eyes glazed over but twinkling with mischief. "Y/N, did I ever tell you 'bout the time I fought a kangaroo?" he blurted out, his words blending together in a tipsy ramble.

Y/N stifled a laugh. "No, you didn't. But let's save that story for another time, okay?"

She opened the car door and tried to maneuver Yunho into the passenger seat. He resisted, suddenly planting his feet on the ground and looking at her with a serious expression.

"Y/N," he said, his tone unexpectedly solemn. "One day... one day I wanna have sex in this car. Parked somewhere public. Like... right in the middle of the city. Where anyone could see us."

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide in surprise. She could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks, but the sheer absurdity of the situation made her burst into laughter. She doubled over, holding her stomach as she laughed uncontrollably.

Yunho looked at her, confused but amused. "What's so funny?" he asked, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

Y/N wiped tears of laughter from her eyes and shook her head. "You're unbelievable, Yunho. Come on, let's get you home before you come up with any more wild ideas."

As she finally managed to get him into the car, Yunho continued to mutter about his outrageous plans, but Y/N couldn't help but smile.

Yeosang

Yeosang stumbled into their shared apartment, one arm draped around Y/N's shoulders as they both giggled uncontrollably. The city lights cast a gentle glow through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a mesmerizing pattern on the walls. Both a little tipsy from their night out, they fumbled in the dark, trying to find the light switch.

"Where is it?" Y/N laughed, her hand grazing the wall but finding nothing but smooth plaster.

"I swear it was right here," Yeosang slurred, his fingers stretching out blindly. They moved together, bumping into furniture and each other, their laughter echoing through the apartment.

Yeosang paused, his hand dropping to his side as he turned to Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of something deeper. "You know," he began, his voice low and serious despite his drunken state, "one night, I want to... I want to have sex right here."

Y/N blinked at him, her laughter dying down as she tried to process his words. "What?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"In front of these windows," Yeosang continued, gesturing vaguely at the large panes of glass that showcased the twinkling cityscape. "With the lights out. Only the lights from the city lighting up the room."

Y/N's eyes widened, and then she burst into laughter, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. "Yeosang!" she exclaimed, swatting his arm playfully. "You’re ridiculous!"

"No, really," he insisted, his expression earnest despite his slurred words. "Just imagine it. It would be... beautiful."

Before Y/N could respond, her hand finally found the elusive light switch. She flipped it on, flooding the room with light. The sudden brightness made them both squint and groan.

"Found it!" Y/N declared triumphantly, her laughter filling the room once more.

Yeosang blinked in the harsh light, a slow smile spreading across his face as he looked at Y/N. "Maybe tonight isn't the night for that," he conceded, pulling her into a warm embrace. "But one day."

Y/N snuggled into his chest, their laughter fading into a comfortable silence. "One day," she agreed, her eyes drifting back to the city lights beyond the windows. "It really would be beautiful."