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Beautiful Stranger | Kim Gyuvin

Description: Gyuvin, a seemingly broke student who’s currently in his second year in Architecture has finally decided to get a job and not rely to his parents’ money. Of course being the eldest child of the family, he has to be, quote-on-quote, responsible and now be a grown adult to work in a small café near his university. He always tells himself that he has no time for love and it is overrated (he’s so bitter). Maybe he had experienced trauma about shitty relationships from the past? But now, all of that does not matter.

One day, fate decides to play its own games towards the poor boy (don’t know what it means). There’s in no doubt that alongside his venture to earn money, he will also meet someone unexpected that will turn his love life upside down.

Pairing: non-idol! gyuvin x fem! reader

Genre: social media au, collage au, café au, crack and humor, a smidge of angst, fluff, one-sided enemies to lovers (?)

Warnings: bad humor, cursing, inappropriate jokes, (maybe) violence, mentions of cheating, mentions of kys, a lot A LOT of grammatical errors

Featuring: ZB1, Le Serrafim, Enhypen, IVE and other appearances of idols.

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Profiles: Gyuvin’s Cult 🧌 | zodiac sign: the gays ✨

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mythical beings! ateez as your boyfriend

pairing. ateez x reader

genre. mdni, crack! (except for yunho bc it's a forbidden love! trope and i take that seriously) fluff? a dash of angst if you squint. smut (for san bc he's an incubus! rawr)

warnings. MYTHICAL BEINGS INFO INACCURACIES (i'm sorry), grammatical errors SMUT! unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, corruption kink if you squint, overstimulation, the term 'good girl' lmao, yea i think that's it (it's my first time writing smut don't hv high hopes)

word count. almost 4k whoops i got carried away

note. idk what possessed me when i wrote yunho's part so apologies if it's too long and very much plot-y<3 ++ my brain's still muddled from a week of midterms and im still new to writing so pls lower ur expectations before pressing the keep reading button thanks xx (my asks are always open! ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated)

masterlist

hongjoong — demon

honestly the coolest demon ever

he'd be so nonchalant about his demon activities that it would unsettle you sometimes

"hey babe, just got home?"

"yeah, had an emergency meeting with the devil about potentially crashing heaven's weekly parties, no biggie. how was your day? :-D"

likes to grumble about how hell is so overpopulated that it feels hotter than it actually is

he's just a demon with a tough exterior but that all comes crashing down when he comes back home to your arms

would do ANYTHING to make you happy

one time you were both cuddling on the sofa just absentmindedly enjoying hongjoong's playlist played throughout the house when you suddenly asked,

"joong, aren't demons supposed to have horns?"

he looked at you and thought for a second, "hm, i'm pretty sure only the devil has horns. i guess that's another myth debunked"

you returned his gaze with mock disapointment, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout. "that's a shame. i think it's really hot."

the next day he shows up with a red devil horn headband on his head

...

"joong, what is this--," you let out a laugh when he turns to face you with a serious look on his face

the blush on the apples of his cheeks redden when you continue to laugh with the brightest grin that crinkles your eyes

he doesn't mind that he's making a fool out of himself as long as he gets to see you like this

"they were 50% off in the costume shop!"

he feels a smile creep into his face when you laugh a little bit harder

seonghwa — vampire

you first met seonghwa at a random halloween party

he was surprise surprise !! dressed as a vampire, and you were dressed as kim possible (call me beep me if you wanna reach me)

he just suddenly went up to you and complimented your outfit

so you were like, "thanks!! :-D i like your fangs, they look so real!"

and he just went, "hey thanks! they are real :-D"

"what :-D"

anyways!!! you started dating not too long after that <3

he'd just be one of the most dramatic vampires out there

he's the type to dramatically hiss and cover his face when you draw open the curtains in the morning

"gAaAaaGHh the sun!!!!! i'm burning!!!!!!!!"

and you'd just stand there like ...... "seonghwa you have a morning class today"

(yes, vampire! seonghwa goes to uni)

"can you believe this place doesn't have any vampire-friendly mirrors?? it's 2022!!! D-:<"

:-|

lives and breathes the twilight saga

one time you were walking home together and you noticed his skin sparkling

and no it's not the sun shining on him or the natural glow you'd get from sweat or oily skin because his skin was particularly BLINDING

he was excitedly talking about how his favorite professor complimented him on his recent project when you interrupted him, "hwa, wait a minute--"

three of your fingers swipe at his nape and actual arts & craft glitter came off his skin

"hwa, did you actually try to edward cullen-ficate yourself???"

pink dusted his cheeks and he could only abashedly scoff while trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with you

"psssshhh, what?! noooo,,, aha... what kinda weirdo would do that ahaha, whaaat? that's so weird.."

and then he used his super speed to run back to your shared appartment leaving you to walk back home ALONE >:-(

but besides that, he's super sweet

would let you leave fingerprint stains on his glass cabinets that encase his virginity corner star wars lego collection

HE LOVES YOU THAT MUCH OKAY

yunho — angel

he doesn't have a visible halo over his head but everyone just knows that he's an angel

sweetest, purest dude out there

but yunho kinda feels... trapped

his angel wings became this constant admonition that he has to be selfless and to always do "good"

i'd just imagine everyone telling yunho to stay away from you (a fellow angel) because you're labelled as this reckless troublemaker

but he just can't help being interested in you

so he made effort to know you and keep you close and in turn, you taught him that he doesn't have to live in fear of stepping out of the line sometimes

that it's okay to put yourself first

you both would sneak away to earth and pose as humans to have fun and abandon your duties for a while

he finds himself cherishing each and every moment he spent with you; exploring things the other angels would frown upon, but it didn't matter

so it didn't surprise him when he realized that he's utterly in love with you

his angel wings fluttered sporadically when you softly mutter your love to him in reciprocation with the beautiful smile he's known to love

when you made love for the first time, it was filled with shy giggles and soft reassurances because you're each other's firsts

you neither yunho cared about the other angels avoiding you and talking shit about you two. you're both happy and in love!!

but of course, heaven has its rules

and fate hits you with the truth, that you both can't be together, when you're held back from running to your lover that has both fear and tears in his eyes as black ink slowly engulf his once pure angel wings

a fallen angel, that's what they call you both. angels banished from heaven with your memories wiped and your wings rendered useless as compensation for falling in love

"i'll find you," he said. his voice remained sure yet frail in the midst of your own sobs and the chaos surrounding you both, but you heard him loud and clear. his watering eyes take in your trembling state and it breaks his heart to see you cry and try to fight against the restraints keeping you away from him because he knows that guilt is eating you alive

he knows that you blame yourself for letting him in, for falling in love with him, and for bringing this inevitable consequence upon him

but he knows that he'd do it all over again in a heartbeat, even if it leads to this very same ending

yeosang — fae

a tsundere! fae omg i have the vision i see it

he acts cold and indifferent towards you but all you wanna do is grab his attention!!!!!

as humans and faes don't really get along, your group of friends are different and they kinda disagree with you both interacting

but you don't really care because you mayhaps have a crush on him :3

he's really good with magic

you'd ooh and ahh whenever he does something with his magic and his cheeks would go red while he brushes it off with, "it's nothing" (and you're like no!! it's cool!!! and he would blush harder)

he knows you have a crush on him because a) it's obvious, and b) you've confessed to him multiple times (his replies always start with a "sorry, but.." and you would always reply with "it's okay, i just want to tell you. i'm not asking you to return your feelings:-)"

but lately you're kind of tired with the unreciprocated feelings you have for yeosang because.. well, you just feel pathetic

so one day you made it your mission to stop having feelings for him!!!!!!

yeosang noticed because you would avoid him like the plague

he was walking down the hallway when he saw you and was about to greet you when he saw you run to hide behind a trash can that doesn't even cover your entire figure

he was just like .... ok see you later i guess?

and this continued on for weeks! to the point where he feels down because he doesn't have his favorite human around and maybe because he has a crush on you too

so he dragged his ass to the nearest supermarket for humans and ignored all the weirded stares he got from other shoppers and bought all of your favorite snacks and drinks that are listed at the top of his head

he placed them all nicely in this cute paper bag and left it at the desk you always sit in for one of your shared classes

the happy grin on your face when you peeked at its contents lifted his mood even though you wouldn't know it's from him because he purposely left the sender anonymous in the small note for you

but you immediately know that it's him because you've listed these specific snacks only to him, plus the sweet wording of the note just gave him away (you knew it that he's actually sweet inside, you knew it!!)

anyways,, the reason why yeosang is so hesitant to make a move on you is because relationships between humans and faes are disapproved of:-( he doesn't want you hurt just because you're seen with him

but one day he saw you being circled by a bunch of faes and there's this look on your face that screams 'help!'

he felt his legs move to push his way to get to you before he fully registered on what's going on

one of the faes reached out to shove off yeosang when he put himself in between you and them to protect you. "man, why the fuck are you defending a human?"

"she's my girlfriend."

so yeah all fucks flew out the window that day and you both decided to start dating:-D

he's still into the tsundere act but you like to tease him because this man gets flustered over the tiniest things lmao

you'd like bicker lazily over something and you'd go, "mhm, but you love me don't you?"

and his ears, cheeks, and neck would get so red as if he's got the worst case of asian flush lmao and he'd look around the whole room just to avoid your gaze

"shut up" *still blushing*

san — incubus

you accidentally summoned him when you were trying to sell your soul to the devil in exchange for a 4.0 gpa

he just suddenly appeared on top of your coffee table lying down on his side with his elbow propping up his head

and you just kinda went, "ok great, how do we do this thing? do i have to sign papers or smth???"

he just looks at you all confused like ??? we don't need any of those, we can just fuck

and you're like WHAT! >:-o and he's like ... what do you expect from summoning an incubus? :-|

"A WHAT???"

anyways, the misunderstanding was set straight and san sheepishly asked if he could stay over for just 1 night because he can't go back to hell just yet

(he can actually go back to hell just fine but he just can't bring himself to face incubi! ateez's teasings for being rejected for the first time ever)

and you thought hm why not

he somehow stayed over for more than just that one night and then you guys fell in love!!!

it all started after the first night when you cooked pancakes for breakfast

san groggily woke up from the couch when he smells the strangely appetizing scent of whatever you're making

"oh great, you're awake! good morning!" you greet, while the raven haired boy dazedly blinks at your sight bustling in the kitchen before letting out a raspy 'morning' in return

you hear his feet clad in the thick fuzzy socks you lent him pitter patter against the hardwood floors as he made his way towards you with a yawn, "what are you doing?"

"i'm making us breakfast :-)"

demons don't eat actual food but san would hate to see your smile falter even the tiniest bit at his rejection of this unfamiliar food that you call 'pancakes'

his plate of pancake is cutely decorated with fresh berries and a smiley face drawn with maple syrup on top of the first layer of pancake

(he can't help but smile when you impatiently gesture at him to take a bite while your own plate of pancakes sit in front of you, forgotten)

you show him how to use his cutleries properly and he finally eats a bite of the pancake

"is it good?" you ask nervously, wide eyes waiting to catch his reaction

his eyebrows furrow as he shut his eyes at the pleasant sweetness overcoming his taste buds, "oh my god, i could eat this every day. are you a professional chef or something?"

your eyes sparkle as you grow flustered over his compliment, replying with a timid 'no' and san thinks you just might be sweeter than the maple syrup coating his tongue

he's the sweetest bf ever; would exaggerate his reactions at anything you do because it would elicit a cute giggle that would bring a smile to his face

but yknow

don't forget that he's an incubus

"You're doing so good for me."

San likes it when you're laid out all bare underneath him, hair fanned out prettily on the bed, with your cheeks flushed and your eyes threatening to flutter shut.

"Baby," he taps lightly against your cheek, momentarily distracting you away from the heavenly feeling of him dragging against every inch of your walls as he continues to snap his hips to meet yours. "Hey, eyes on me."

A whine spills out of your lips as you try and fail to force your eyes open, back arching and eyes rolling back instead, earning a tsk from San as he continues to bury his cock deeper by forcing your aching thighs apart and against your chest.

His thumb caresses your swollen clit lightly, your eyes immediately widening as you gasp at the overstimulation from the previous orgasms he's taken just from eating you out. Your body trembles as you wail underneath him, reaching out to grip his arm that prevents your thighs from closing shut. San groans when he feels your pussy clench tightly around him.

"There you are," he lazily smirks, cupping your cheek and giving you a peck on the lips when he finds that your dazed gaze is on him. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this."

"So wet, so tight, so pretty for me," his measured thrusts turns harsh as he fucks up into your dripping cunt with your moans and bouncing tits egging him on.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you cry out as San fondles your clit, reveling in the tight grip of your pussy and the dirty words that come out of your sweet mouth as you gush uncontrollably around his cock.

San groans loudly as his hips sloppily thrusts a few more times before he fills you up with his second load of the day, twitching and spurting his thick warm cum inside you as he holds you while he comes down from his high.

He slips his softening cock out of your battered pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs as you whine at the loss.

"God," San moans as he drags two of his fingers over your weeping cunt, his other hand softly pressing against your lower belly. He slides his fingers over your dripping slit, gathering his cum leaking from your hole to your clit, rubbing and pinching.

With a cry, your thighs shake as tears well up in your eyes at the feeling of another orgasm that washes over you, swollen cunt clenching around nothing that has his cum oozing out of you. You whimper at the overstimulation, batting away his hand that continues to brush over your inner thigh.

San pulls you into a tender kiss as he gently caress your cheek and finally leans back to catch his breath. His eyes glaze over your fucked out state and he smiles at the fond look you give him.

"Such a good girl," he softly praises, carefully cleaning you up with the warm cloth he took from the bathroom. You hum in reply, shutting your eyes with a content smile at your lips. You can't see him, but he grins anyways.

"I'm a lucky man."

mingi — werewolf

i kid you not, this mf would deadass unashamedly howl in public at random

"it's who i am, yn."

are you embarrassed? yes.

will you ever let him know that you feel absolutely mortified whenever strangers stare at you after your boyfriend basically barked?

never.

he might be a big ! absolutely not bad ! werewolf but he's actually so soft >:-( especially for you

gives the best hugs

he's just so big and warm which is why you always look for him to cuddle

gives the funniest reactions like fr,, which is why you LOVE to tease him

"mingi," "mhm?" "...you know that i'm always here for you right? i.. i won't judge if you,,, idk, want to keep your ears and tail in your human form--" "yn, for the last time, I'M NOT A FURRY"

omg you showed him the werewolf ripping shirt meme and he went error 404 because he doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry ("YN IS THIS HOW HUMANS SEE WEREWOLVES???? SOB")

would embody jacob's iconic lines from twilight

"bella ¬‿¬ where the hell have you been loca? ¬‿¬"

"..."

but yeah he's such a playful boyfriend but also has his sensitive moments

and he's such a sappy romantic

would randomly bring home a bouquet of flowers for you

"what's this for? i'm pretty sure our anniversary was two months ago"

"just passed by a florist and i thought of you :-)"

"also, our anniversary was three months ago, OH MY GOD YN HOW COULD YOU FORGET" "I'M SORRY, IT WAS JUST A MISCALCULATION!!!"

yeah don't mess with the math genius! werewolf because he will correct you in any chance he gets

(i'm so sorry idk anything about werewolves so i can't really take this seriously T_T)

wooyoung — mermaid

found out he can grow legs whenever his tail dries and that's how he ventured to land!

he's always been interested with humans so when he saw you hanging around in the beach one day, it was love at first sight

he gets so excited over every human activity, it's endearing

"woah, what is that?? :o" "oh, that's a guy riding a bike" "what's a bike?"

endless questions about anything human related but you patiently answer each and every one of them

you're basically his tour guide

you introduced him to movies and his favorite is the little mermaid

he's so serious about it

like literally you have to remind him to blink because he would not let his gaze stray from your tv

"ariel is so me. minus the overprotective dad. and the 6 sisters. and ursula. and probably the talking fish and crab"

"how can the evil sea witch be so EVIL? THIS IS CRUEL"

"hey i want a pet dog like max! :0"

"ERIC JUST KISS THE FUCKING GIRL--"

would 100% reenact the fork hair brushing scene

would also 100% tell secrets about the ocean to you

"yeah the bermuda triangle thing? it's a lair to this one mean kraken"

but sometimes he would say the most untrue stuff ever like

"aquaman is real." "no he's not, woo. he's a dc superhero" "no, really, he's real. we've raced against each other once or twice" "mhm, whatever you say"

loves to watch the sunset in the beach with you with his head on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, and his toes curled in the sand

he likes it. a lot.

but he has to make sure that he doesn't touch wet sand because poof his tail would pop out

likes to chill in your bathub with the end of his tail flapping water at you

also likes to swim with you in the ocean late at night, when no one's around, with his arms wrapped around your waist and sneaking in atleast a hundred kisses while you giggle because the scales of his tail tickles your legs

the cutest mermaid! boyfriend ever

jongho — demigod

would bet my left kidney that he'd be the son of apollo or athena

but let's go with apollo because his vocals man goddamn

anyways

you're the child of nike, the goddess of victory

jongho sees you around a lot in camp half-blood, you're well known because of your bright and outgoing personality that almost everyone gravitate towards

your peers, jongho included, also admire you for your bravery in battles. although he's never been in one let alone see you fight in an actual life-or-death situation, he sees enough from how you always gracefully win capture the flag with a infectious grin on your face

unlike you, he likes to keep to himself at most times, preferring to spend his time alone to write music or poetry

which is why it's hard for him to muster up the courage to try and be your friend

he didn't dwell on it for too long, accepting that maybe he's just meant to stand at the sides and admire from afar when it comes to you

one night, he was in his usual secret spot; a small clearing near the lake with a hammock tied between two towering trees hidden from sight, when you stumbled into his view with tear stained cheeks

"oh, uh, i'm sorry," you sniffled, rubbing your nose with the paws of your sweater. "i didn't think anyone would be here. i'll go--"

"you can stay. i don't mind."

and that's how you go on to tell him about how battles leave a toll on you and this is your way of taking a break once in a while

he listened to you attentively, actually paying attention to what you have to say and even wiped your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie

that night was then filled with genuine laughter as jongho tried his hardest to cheer you up

"but in all seriousness, i'm here for you. whenever you need me."

it started a whole routine of you both meeting up every single night in that spot to either talk about everything all at once or to just enjoy each other's presence in a comfortable silence

he eventually shares his writings with you and you kinda went, "dang i'm in love with you"

and he's like ★_★ omfg no way

he's the type of bf who doesn't outwardly show his affection for you but makes up for it by caring about you down to the most trivial miniscule detail about you

definitely an act of service guy

would stop by the training grounds where you are when it's raining with an umbrella at hand

"come here, you'll get sick" "i'm the child of the goddess of victory, jongho" "doesn't mean you can't get sick!!!! ＼(º □ º l|l)/"

you ask him to sing for you all the time because his voice is soothing and he would blush whenever you compliment him hehe

the other kids at camp would stare enviously at you two holding hands while skipping to your designated spot because wow you two are so in love and everyone wants that kind of relationship

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑴𝒆 𝑪𝒉. 𝟏/𝟒

Pairing: Poly Ot8 (Yeosang Focused)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Pwp

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Self Esteem Issues, Everyone’s a Switch, First Times, Cum Sharing, Blow Jobs, Biting, Gangbang, Fingersucking

Summary: Yeosang is a very shy man. Everyone knows this.But he’s fed up of his shyness and insecurities being the reason he’s left out of sexual activities from the others. He wants them to look at him like they look at each other

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(3:18 pm) you ran through the crowd of kids who eagerly fought their way out of school. it was the start of summer break, and usually you’d be just as willing to flee the premise. however, you couldn’t leave school just yet. not until you were able to convey your emotions to him and while the adrenaline was still rushing through your veins.

“(y/n)!” your good friend, wonyoung waved, “have a nice summer! call me, okay?”

you gave her a thumbs up as you continued running.

class 2A…. class 2B….. almost there…! you thought as you finally made your way down the hall to class 2C. you slammed open the closed door, only to find it empty. your heart sank in realization, only for it to come back to the surface when you found the person you were looking for in the back. their lanky figure hunched and arms crossed on their desk; a mop of hair showing and the soft snores filled the room.

“still a heavy sleeper as always,” you muttered to yourself as a nervous smile creeped up. with shaking legs, you made your way towards the boy who was unaware of the world surrounding him. after you poked his shoulders for a couple of times for good measures, making sure that he wasn’t awake, you cleared your throat.

“h-hey haruto,” you started. cringing inwardly at how your voice cracked. you waited a bit, and with a baited breath, he continued to be asleep with no stirring. “it’s… it’s been a long school year. you’ve done incredibly well despite all the procrastinating you do,” you chuckled. “i’m not that surprised that you’re still here. jeongwoo would come to pick you up after debate club, so i figured that in the meantime i could, uh, talk to your unconscious self.”

breathe in. breathe out.

“y-you might be wondering, what’s the real reason why little ol’ me is here to talk to you, considering i already said hi to you in the morning but…” you let out a sharp exhale, “i like you, haruto. i like you so much that i couldn’t bring myself to leave until i let you know, but look here, im confessing to you when you’re asleep,” you chuckled sadly. “i don’t know if you feel the same or not, considering how interested you were in sakura-sunbae. regardless on this, i just wanted to get this off my chest. i really, really like you,” your voice wavered. blinking back the tears, you gently patted his head, “have a nice summer, haruto.”

removing your hand from his head, you turned to leave the classroom. at least i got it off my chest. it’s better to just leave it as it is.

when you were an arms reach out of the classroom door, you heard a chair squeak and a loud yawn. your eyes widened and you froze on the spot.

“that’s it?” haruto started with his groggy voice.

you whipped your head in horror to see him stretch out his limbs before leaning forward on his desk, his head resting on the palm of his hand. your heart was beating rapidly and you swore you could feel all your pores opening up and sweating.

“y-you heard me?” you squeaked out.

his blank face slowly formed into a cocky smirk. “from the moment you bursted into the class.”

you blinked slowly and started to chuckle nervously. rubbing the back of your neck, you said, “well… this is unexpected.” your eyes darted to everywhere but the handsome male. wow, a pengsoo poster.

haruto, noticing your meekness, smiled bashfully before standing up and walking towards you. he stopped when he was in front of you and leaned his head down to reach your eyes.

“well,” he started before tilting his head, “aren’t you curious to know what i have to say?” you glanced into his dark brown eyes and your breath hitched at the close proximity.

“k-kinda?” your voice cracked again. what’s up with you going through puberty at the moment, you internally screamed.

haruto softly got a hold of your chin to make you look at him, and only him. leaning in to the point where your lips brushed, he mumbled,

“i really like you too, (y/n).”

ateez having a crush on you and confessing

note : the bulletpoints are like headcanons and then the second part is like scenarios of them confessing! also some are longer than others just cause it was more to the scenario

requested by @arkive78

kim hongjoong;

oh boy when he's got a crush he's very quiet

AVOID EYE CONTACT ALL COSTS

cause if he looks at you too long he gets embarrassed and blushy

literally will avoid anything that could possibly give him away

sometimes to the point where he just straight up won't see you for a while

he'll almost lie to himself if he chooses to avoid you for a while like

"see i don't have a crush...this is fine"

and then the second he sees you text him to check on him his heart is pounding and he gets all excited

him confessing was definitely a heat of the moment thing

he never really planned on anything happening

hongjoong had been ignoring you for the past week and a half and it was starting to get to you. occasionally he would step away from you for a couple days at a time but it was happening more frequently and this was the longest. you sent him a text:

hey...just checking on you. i miss you and wanted to see how you were doing

you didn't really expect a response. mainly cause he didn't usually respond to your messages when he would disappear. after a couple hours of no reply, you decided to take matters into your own hands. you showed up to his studio knowing that's exactly where he would be. you knocked on the door and waited. you didn't call out to him because you didn't want him to know it was you, knowing full well he would just pretend to not be there if he knew. when he opened the door and saw you standing there he froze.

"uh..hey-"

"we need to talk" you rushed in past him.

he quietly closed the door and slowly turned to you.

"what do you-"

"do you hate me or something?" you interrupted impatiently.

all the frustration of him avoiding you without explanation had boiled over into this. you really didn't want to argue but you couldn't understand why on earth he would avoid you so much and then pretend like he didn't the next time you saw each other. "what? how could i hate you?" hongjoong was completely caught off guard. "you've been avoiding me so much how could i not think you hated me?". he slowly walked towards you, "y/n i promise i don't hate you-", "then why are you avoiding me?" tears threatened to fall from your eyes, "i miss you...".

hongjoong looked at you and, frankly, felt like shit. "y/n..." he placed a hand on your cheek and used his thumb to wipe a tear that had fallen, "i like you. i didn't know how to deal with it so i just avoided you...you mean so much to me i couldn't bear the thought of screwing up our relationship". your eyes began to well up more. "hongjoong..." as you trailed off he looked at you and felt his heart sink. "you're a dumbass" before he could even react to what you said you leaned in and kissed him. he immediately kissed you back and wrapped his hands around your waist. when you separated he held your face like he was before and wiped your tears again. "i like you too...dummy" you half pouted. he smiled softly and chuckled at the childish remark, "yeah i deserve that".

park seonghwa;

oh my god he kind of acts like your boyfriend before even confessing anything

remembers EVERYTHING you tell him

you tell him your favorite color?

he gets you a necklace or something with your favorite color

"seonghwa...you didn't have to-"

"i saw it and thought of you cause you said it was your favorite color! :)"

takes confessing to you very seriously

to the point where he kind of scares you at first lmao

"hey, y/n can i talk to you about something?" seonghwa's tone was serious. "yeah of course!....is everything okay?" you were a little concerned as to why he came to your place out of nowhere. normally he calls or texts before he visits you but this was completely unannounced. as he walked in he was very fidgety and nervous in his demeanor. "hwa?" the concern in your voice had risen and seonghwa's heart skipped upon hearing the nickname. "i can't sleep" he said suddenly.

you stared for a moment, "okay? do you want to hang out until you get tired or-"

"no!" he interrupted, "i mean...". he sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands.

you carefully sat next to him, "hwa can you please tell me what's going on? you're kind of scaring me".

"i'm sorry...okay" he took a deep breath.

"i can't sleep because i can't stop thinking about you. i haven't been able to stop thinking about you for the past couple months...okay what i'm trying to say is...uh" as he rambled on you started to giggle. "i'm sorry i don't mean to laugh" you apologized. seonghwa wasn't sure how to continue but hearing you laugh made him break into a soft smile. you put your hand in his as it was in his lap, "go ahead". you knew where he was going but you wanted him to get it out after all the trouble he had just gone through. "y/n...i like you...a lot" he didn't look at you when he said it. he just looked at your hand in his and placed his other hand on top of it and softly stroked it. you used your free hand to tilt his head up by his chin so he would look at you. seonghwa swore his heart stopped. "seonghwa i like you too" you also confessed. his face lit up, "really?!". you two spent the rest of the night talking and laughing as you just held hands. seonghwa had felt like the luckiest man on the planet.

jeong yunho;

literally could not be more obvious

like it's really cute but also really funny

because he thinks he's doing great at pretending he doesn't have the fattest crush on you

STARES at you

he mainly does it when you aren't looking but sometimes he'll space out and you'll catch him

you wave a hand in front of him "yunho??"

"HUH sorry my bad"

nervous laughter as he rubs the back of his head and blushes

he confesses to you fast

not like quickly after it develops more like he says it so fast like ripping off a band aid

you and yunho had a very close relationship. you told each other everything and spent a majority of your time together hanging out. yunho eventually developed a huge crush on you. you made him laugh harder than anyone else and you made him feel safe.

as you the two of you were hanging out, his own voice was nagging him in his brain telling him to just tell you. he knew in his heart of hearts that even if you didn't reciprocate, you would be understanding and most likely wouldn't let it ruin the relationship you already had. but that same part of him had the other thought.

'what if it ruins everything?"

after yunho had helped you clean up the dishes from the meal you shared, he went to grab his things to get ready to head home. "thank you for the meal y/n" he smiled. "of course! thank you for helping me clean up" you went in for a hug. he hesitated for a moment before gently patting the back of your head. you opened the door for him, "get home safe! text me when you're home?". he nodded, "of course". you closed the door behind him and locked it before going about your regular night routine.

a few minutes had passed until you heard a knock on your door. you opened and saw yunho standing there.

"yunho? i thought-"

"i like you" he said quickly. you got a good look at his face and he looked sick.

"yunho..." you trailed off. "i'm sorry. i had to tell you. i couldn't keep to myself anymore. everytime we hang out i can't help but think about what it would be like to hold you and treat you as more than a friend because....that's how i see you" he finally let out. he felt great but also felt like he could throw up.

you didn't know what to say, so you just went in to hug him. he hugged you back this time. the difference this time being how he held you tightly, like it would be the last time he would get to hold you like this. when you separated, you tilted your head up and pulled him in to kiss you. he couldn't believe what was happening. it truly felt like a dream. once the kiss stopped he looked at you with the most loving gaze. "still wanna go home?" you asked. he smiled softly and caressed your cheek with his thumb, "i already am home".

kang yeosang;

very very nervous around you

nervous laughter and body language

it's only after he realizes he likes you of course because before that everything was fine

once it hits him he has this 'oh fuck' expression on his face

"yeosang you know you can sit next to me?"

"....right! hahaha yeah okay"

awkwardly scoots closer to you

considering how nervous and anxious he is he never thought he would be able to confess

definitely needs a little push from wooyoung or something

you, yeosang and wooyoung were all hanging out together. you ordered some food to your place and the three of you decided to have dinner together. it wasn't unusual. yeosang is your best friend and wooyoung is his best friend so it was natural for the three of you to hang out a lot. also yeosang was so deeply infatuated with you that the thought of the two of you being alone made him wanna pass out. but much to his dismay, wooyoung had a plan.

it was quiet for a moment as you were all checking your phones after completing your meal. wooyoung looked up from his phone and looked between you and yeosang before feigning a yawn. "well...i am tired i think it's time for me to head home" he shoots yeosang a wink as he stands up. "what are you doing?" you raised an eyebrow at him, "what? i'm leaving! what would make you think i'm up to something?", "cause you're being weird" yeosang chimed in. "anyway...i'm gonna head out! yeosang, you should talk to y/n about what we talked about" he winked. yeosang's eyes widened, "no i don't think that's necessary". wooyoung smirked, "what do you mean? i think she would be perfectly fine with the topic!". you just sat there looking between the two with confusion very present on your face. and with that, wooyoung left.

yeosang sat in silence, staring at the door. "yeosang? what's the matter? you know you can tell me" you comfortingly placed a hand on his shoulder, making his head snap to you. he looked at you for a moment and yelled at himself in his head. 'do it! do it now!'.

"i like you" he said it so quickly you almost weren't even sure you understood what he said. "uh...huh?" you were a mix of confusion and shock, assuming you heard him correctly. yeosang just put his head down, "i like you...a lot". you smiled softly and leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. you saw his ears turn red and his cheeks flush, "what was that for?". you chuckled "being cute..also i like you too yeosang". "i don't know whether i should thank or kill wooyoung for this" he joked. you laughed and placed your hand in his, "how about for now we make up for lost time and kill him together later?". "that's so romantic you know me so well y/n".

choi san;

when san crushes on you he bottles that shit up

he's a little silly in that he thinks there's no way you could like him back

he FULLY believes you are too good for him

god he wants to hug and kiss you so much he always has the most adoring look on his face around you

will mumble couple nicknames under his breath

"thanks for paying for lunch san!"

"no problem....angel"

for sure confesses when he's drunk

he could not gather the courage otherwise

you got a call from san and he sounded well...very drunk. the two of you were approaching your place, san had his arm around your shoulder as you helped navigate him. once you opened the door, he parted from you and headed to the couch to sit. when you walked into the living room, you looked down at the man as he sat on the couch with a goofy grin on his face. "okay so, i can sleep on the couch and you can take my bed" you grabbed an extra blanket from the hall closet. "no no...i will sleep on the couch, i'm the one who made you come get me" he pouted. "san it's fine i promise" you smiled softly. he still sat there pouting, "or we could share the bed" he spoke quietly like he didn't want you to hear. too bad you were literally right next to him.

a faint blush crept on your cheeks "what?". "oh no..i've said too much, you didn't hear that okay?" he leaned over and pressed his face into the pillow you had on the couch. yes san was drunk, but he was an honest drunk. you knew fully well that, while he had no idea what he was saying, they were still things that had some truth. "san...just sleep in my bed, okay?" you gently rubbed his arm comfortingly. he sat up and looked at you with sad eyes. "you're too nice...so sweet...take such good care of me.....i love you~" he smiled sadly. you felt your heart drop, "you what?". a look of horror spread on san's face, "no no no no i didn't say that okay...i didn't...i just". he was now in full panic mode. san went to stand but you grabbed his arm and made him sit back down. now he was absolutely avoiding all eye contact with you. "sannie.." when you called him that he stood up and walked to turn away from you completely, "no! don't call me that...when you call me that it makes me...". you couldn't see his face but tears began to fill his eyes. san was hoping it was a bad dream and that he would wake up and this wasn't real. then he felt you hug him from behind. "i love you too" you admitted from behind him. his eyes widened and he finally turned to face you, "you...love me?". when he said that you just leaned in and kissed him. san didn't even say anything after you kissed. the tears in his eyes just fell as he smiled and hugged you. he buried his face in your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist. you two did end up sharing the bed for the night wrapped in each others arms.

song mingi;

very quiet

if he thinks too much about you or focuses too much on what you're saying when you talk to him he starts to space out

he is so deeply infatuated with you

if you could see into his brain you would just see scenes of the two of you holding hands and you snuggling into his side as you sit together

does not help that you like to do these things platonically

you go to hold his hand or lean against him and he is stiff and nervous

"sorry am i making you uncomfortable?"

"no! it's not that i just uh...i didn't shower today is all..."

smooth i know

confesses over text for sure

literally cannot bring himself to do it to your face

mingi was pacing around in his room for like 10 minutes. he had his phone sitting on his bed with a long text typed out to you, waiting to be sent. the texts reads:

'hey y/n...there's something that i need to tell you but i don't want you to be uncomfortable and feel obligated to say or do anything about it. but i can't keep it to my self anymore because it is constantly eating at my mind. i like you. like as more than a friend. i understand if you want to stay away from me now if i have made you uncomfortable. but i couldn't go on without telling you how i feel'.

hongjoong could hear mingi walking around his room so he went in to check on him. "mingi? you okay?", "no! i don't know what to do! i typed a text to y/n but i'm scared to send it! what if she ends up hating me?" he rambled. "woah woah calm down. mingi i really don't think there is anything you could do that would make her hate you" he reassured him.

mingi sighed and picked his phone up from his bed and hit send. now it was just the most stomach turning waiting game.

around ten minutes had passed and you called mingi after reading the message. he didn't answer. you texted him 'mingi please call me back'. an hour passed and he hadn't called. now you were worried, so you went down to his dorm.

san was the one who heard the knock and went to open it. "oh hey y/n! what are you doing here?" he greeted. "um...is mingi here?" you asked. hongjoong walked by, "yeah he's in his room...he won't let anyone in right now" he sighed. "can i please come in? i really need to try and talk to him", "of course" san ushered you in.

you nervously walked to his room and paused at the door before knocking. "go away guys! i want to be alone" you heard mingi call out from inside. "mingi...it's me" your heart hurt thinking about how he must be feeling based on the way he messaged you and how he has locked himself in his room. mingi didn't say anything. "mingi please let me in...i want to see you" you pleaded softly. you heard shuffling around before hearing the lock on his door.

you slowly opened his door and saw mingi sitting on his bed, hiding under his blankets. you closed the door behind you before smiling sadly at the sight. "mingi i said i wanna see you" you joked as you poked the lump of blankets. once you sat on the edge of his bed, you slowly moved the blanket to revealed mingi's face. he had a sad pout, his eyes looked tired and empty. "there's my mingi" you brushed some hair out of his face. "you didn't have to come here" he said quietly. "yes i did. you weren't answering my calls or texts...how else were you gonna hear that i don't want to stay away from you or that i'm not uncomfortable". mingi finally sat up, "really?". you smiled softly at him and leaned down to kiss his forehead, "really".

you spent the rest of the night curled up next to him in bed talking things over. telling him how much you like and care about him as well. and mingi could not possibly feel more loved and happy.

jung wooyoung;

thinks he's smooth as hell about everything but ends up looking like an idiot sometimes

he'll get so carried away with his own fantasies about you being his girlfriend that he'll think it's real

"woo, can you hand me that?"

"yes baby"

blink. blink. blink.

"I MEAN- ...sorry here"

funnily enough he doesn't confess lmao

yeosang accidentally tells you wooyoung likes you

wooyoung and yeosang had a little chat before heading to your place to pick you up for an outing. wooyoung had mentioned how he wanted to confess to you but he wanted it to be the right moment. it was a casual conversation that they had pretty frequently, considering wooyoung's attraction to you ate away at him constantly. "are you gonna do it today?" yeosang asked wooyoung as they were outside your door, "i don't know, maybe" wooyoung shrugged before knocking.

the three of you went out shopping and then out to dinner. you all passed a shop that had some jewelry on display and you stopped for a moment. wooyoung noticed you eyeing a specific necklace that looked to be your style. he smiled softly, "do you want that necklace?". you looked at him, "wooyoung don't-", "what? i'm not allowed to buy one of my favorite people things?" he teased. you blushed at him addressing you as one of his favorite people.

wooyoung of course purchased the necklace for you. "you want me to put it on for you?" he offered. you nodded and turned around for him to put it on. when you turned back to him he just looked at you fondly. "looks perfect" he smiled. "thank you wooyo" you hugged him and as you did, yeosang had finally grouped up with you again after falling behind at a different store. "you did it! you told her you like her!" he cheered.

wooyoungs face dropped as he held you in the hug. when you pulled away from him you looked between the two of them, "what?". it was then that yeosang had realized what he had just done. his eyes widened, "uh...who said that? man..hahaha i'll be over here" he nervously laughed and walked away to leave wooyoung to deal with the carnage. you looked back at wooyoung who had been standing there completely unmoving. "wooyoung? you like me?" you asked. he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "um...yeah...kinda", "kinda?" you chuckled. "okay, a lot" he admitted. you smiled softly and placed your hand in his, "i like you too". it took everything in him to not run around the shopping center. so he instead opted to lift your hand that was in his and kiss it softly. "how could you not? i'm pretty nice" he boasted. you rolled your eyes with a giggle, "uh huh yea sure thing babe". he obviously would not admit it in the moment, but you calling him 'babe' almost made him pass out.

choi jongho;

SHY AS HELL

almost timid when you're around him

if you go to touch his arm or something he'll almost make himself small like you're about to punch him or something

while he's shy and timid if you talk to him about someone you're seeing he gets very jealous

"he's taking me out for dinner sorry i can't hang out tonight"

"oh...that's fine" clenches jaw bites tongue brain explodes

confesses to you in the middle of an argument about a guy you're seeing

he's stubborn and you're stubborn and you both really like each other obviously a recipe for good stuff to happen

you had just gotten home from your date. it was around 9pm as you opened the door to your place. as you tossed your keys on the counter you noticed jongho sitting on the couch. obviously scaring the shit out of you. "jesus christ jongho! i gave you a key to my place for emergencies, why are you here?". at first, he didn't say anything. he just flipped through the channels on your tv. "i just wanted to make sure that you got home safely" his expression was blank. "okay, you've been acting really weird what's going on with you?" you sighed and placed your hands on your hips.

jongho looked up at you, "what do you see in that guy?". "excuse me?" you were very caught off guard by his sudden hostility. he just sat there for a moment not saying anything. he really didn't want to start an argument. "you know what, forget it. i'm just gonna leave" he got up but as he walked by you, you grabbed his arm.

"no, i want you to tell me what's wrong with you? you've been really short with me lately and you've been so nosy in my dating life-"

"y/n i really don't want to talk about this right now-"

"well i do! you're supposed to be my best friend why are you acting like this?"

"what do you want me to say? you think it's easy for me to see the girl i like going out with guys that don't deserve her?"

the room went silent for a moment. neither of you really knew what to say. "i like you too" you finally admitted. jongho felt the world freeze around him for a moment before he looked at you. "what?" his eyes were wide with shock. once again you both were just standing there staring at each other. finally, jongho got the courage to walk up to you and kiss you. you melted into his arms as he held you close. when you both pulled away you just looked at each other. "so...what exactly do i deserve?" you teased. jongho just smiled softly, "i'll give you exactly what you deserve". let's just say you two spent the rest of the night making up for lost time together. wink wink

he is just a little guy

to all the boys i’ve loved before (mcnd x reader)

100 followers special! thank you so much!

author note: thank you guys for 100+ followers!! i didn’t know how to express my gratitude so hopefully this ot5 mcnd x reader will help??? also this doesn’t fully follow the movie at all <333

my letters are my most secret possessions. i write them when i have a crush so intense, i don’t know what else to do. there are 5 total.

minjae, the star of my school’s football team and partner in english,

sungmin, the class clown who shows me magic tricks whenever i’m sad,

huijun, the shy nerd who helped me study for history when i was failing,

junhyuk, the artist who asked me to become a model for him,

and seongjun, but he’s my older sister’s boyfriend.

nobody knows about my crushes. no one except for me. until one fateful day.

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to all the boys i’ve loved before (mcnd x reader)

100 followers special! thank you so much!

author note: thank you guys for 100+ followers!! i didn’t know how to express my gratitude so hopefully this ot5 mcnd x reader will help??? also this doesn’t fully follow the movie at all <333

my letters are my most secret possessions. i write them when i have a crush so intense, i don’t know what else to do. there are 5 total.

minjae, the star of my school’s football team and partner in english,

sungmin, the class clown who shows me magic tricks whenever i’m sad,

huijun, the shy nerd who helped me study for history when i was failing,

junhyuk, the artist who asked me to become a model for him,

and seongjun, but he’s my older sister’s boyfriend.

nobody knows about my crushes. no one except for me. until one fateful day.

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18+ content - minors dni; it is dangerous for both you and me. … synopsis:you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. … pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader … genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut … wc: ~ 2050 … warnings: male masturbation, phone sex (kinda..?), use of petmanes (baby, tiny, little one), let me know if i missed anything!!! <3

the toothbrush that accompanied it in the glass was not the same brand - not even the same look as the one the members had - and that seemed to only confirm hongjoong suspicion.

y/n stayed in the room with yunho often enough to have to bring her toothbrush over.

hongjoong blood boiled, thinking about how all of this has been happening right under his nose. how long have they kept this secret? was the story of yunho pretending to avoid you just a cover-up for them sneaking around? how long have you two been sneaking around?

“you okay?” seonghwa’s voice seemed to ring inside hongjoong skull, aligning themselves with his thoughts and pushing them from his brain. 

“i’m fine,” hongjoong answers, his voice firm as seonghwa’s concerned expression falls to one of pure fear. “yunho is in some major trouble, though,” hongjoong finishes, eyeing the container with the toothbrushes before he leaves the bathroom, passing seonghwa as the oldest’s eyes widen in realization.

sohee’s toothbrush was still in the room with his, and hongjoong thought it was yours and yunho’s instead.

guilt formed in seonghwa’s chest, knowing how hongjoong can be when he scolded the members, but he remained silent - allowing hongjoong to believe he wasn’t involved, allowing hongjoong’s anger to fog his reasoning.

seonghwa and sohee stayed in this room. that was seonghwa and sohee’s toothbrush, and seonghwa allowed hongjoong to walk away, not wanting to take the fall himself.

∎

“i guess i’ll see you two tomorrow then?” sohee says, zipping up her travel makeup bag as she sets it on the chair at her station, eyeing you and minwoo down as you do the same.

“definitely,” minwoo replies. truthfully, you were only partially paying attention to your friends conversation, mind too occupied with other things. “anywhere you wanna go?”

you completely tune out, focussing on clearing your station as sohee and minwoo discuss possible places to spend their day tomorrow. a gentle nudge to your shoulder brings your eyes to sohee’s, whose seemingly questioning your lack of interest and commentary.

“everything alright?” sohee whispers, eyes darting to the door of the makeup studio where chaebyul enters. you nod positively, indicating you are well and she purses her lips in response, not one-hundred percent convinced by your statement.

“chae’s down to go tomorrow!” minwoo states excitedly, zipping up his bag before slugging it over his shoulder as he makes his way around the chairs to accompany her side before exiting the room.

“you think he’ll finally ask her out soon?” sohee asks, easily catching your attention at the sudden question.

“he confided in you, too?”

“what? no, it’s obvious he’s liked her,” she stated. “he barely left her side the whole time we were on tour, i could see the admiration in his eyes.”

you shake your head at her words. “i didn’t notice any different look in his eyes,” you say, following minwoo’s previous actions and swinging your bag over your shoulder as you wait for sohee.

“yeah, it also took you the whole tour to notice a different look in yunho’s eyes, too. and look at you two now,” sohee compares, your form stiffening at the mention of yunho, mind still plagued with his presence, even when he was nowhere near. “wooyoung was telling me how oblivious you can be-”

“oh, cut that shit out,” you say playfully, a smile forming on your lips as sohee laughs. “he just says that to tease me, is all.”

“i’m not sure, i don’t think i’ve ever heard wooyoung lie.”

“then that wouldn't make me oblivious, that'd make you gullible,” you chuckle, opening the door as you and sohee leave. silence fills the space surrounding you both, soon finding yourself exiting the building with sohee at your side, parting ways when approaching your vehicles.

“i’ll text you more about tomorrow!” she yells, you nodding as you offer her a wave, unlocking your car and climbing inside.

thankful for the somewhat short drive to your apartment, you find the yellow and pink hues of the dawning sky calming as you gaze forward. the soft vibrations of your car driving on asphalt calms your nerves, grounded you as you pull into your apartment complex - it was then when you remember the amount of laundry you would have to do.

sighing to yourself as you park, you debate bringing your luggage in from the backseat, or if you’d rather shower then go to bed right after you walk in. it’d be best to do it now, you think, opening the back door and lugging the suitcase out.

with the day's worries and chores washed away by the shower, you found yourself on your laptop instead when you finally got to relax. your heart ached for yunho, especially now when his arms would normally be around you, his lips pressing kisses to the top of your head as his legs intertwined with your own - the sudden vacancy next to you was disappointing.

trying to fill the space with a spare pillow proves to be useless; the one time you wished both sides of your pillow to be warm to mimic the body heat yunho naturally radiated, you were left cold. you sprawl yourself out, arms and legs limp next to you as you sigh, the longing twinge in your chest telling you to call yunho just to hear his voice before you sleep - your brain shushes your heart.

it’s late, he just got off the same long flight you had, the same one that leaves you exhausted in your bed, awaiting the amount of house chores you have in the morning; calling him would be selfish. calling him would only result in disappointment when he doesn’t pick up, surely he’s already asleep, resting his body for what he will have to endure in the morning.

it would be selfish of you to call at this hour, but the ache in your chest grows.

maybe you should be selfish.

∎

yunho keeps his voice low, fully aware of san’s sleeping form on the bunk above his own as his hips rut into his hands. with his mind plagued with your image under him, your brows pulled together as you gasp his name, he strokes his cock mindlessly, too enthralled with the lust that filled his being.

his own fatigue was deemed by his brain unimportant in comparison to the tension that grew in his abdomen; the same tension that has been growing since he first had you pressed against him, and now he has become obsessed with such a feeling.

precum coated his shaft and palm, beading at his slit as he continued pumping himself to the thought of you. eyes shut tightly, he held himself back from making any noise that could hint to his current activities. vacant hand coming up to his mouth, he feels as his breathing becomes labored as he subconsciously thrusts his hips skyward, nearing is oh-so desperately needed release.

ring ring!

he freezes. he wasn’t caught, but even then he moved to cover himself as the sound of his phone ringing filled the room. turning to his side, his cock brushes against the sheets of his bed, the familiar feeling all too intense as he reaches for his phone, releasing a shaky breath.

your contact illuminated his screen, and he hesitantly answered the call.

“y/n? is e-everything alright?” he questions, heart still racing as he shifts in his bed, the tip of his cock rubbing against the soft material of his blanket.

“yeah, sorry- i didn’t expect you to pick up…” you trail off. yunho sighs at your shy demeanor, his hand trailing down to trace along his shaft.

“why’d you call, tiny?” yunho replies, his voice airy as it fills your ears; he didn’t sound like he just woke up. “you miss me that much, huh?”

you feel your skin warm at his teasing words, fingers toying with the hem of your comforter as you move onto your side, putting your phone on speaker and setting it on your nightstand. “i missed you, is all,” yunho hears you say after the rustling of your bedding stops.

he let out a near-silent groan at your words, one that his phone microphone was unable to pick up and you are oblivious to. “aww, little one missed me?” he teases. “you’re so cute.”

your silence was amusing to him, his mind painting an image of you getting shy at the subtle praises he tossed your way as he started to stroke his cock. “you wish i was there with you?” he asks.

you hum in confirmation, earning a “tsk” from yunho. “words, please,” he requests. “i wanna hear you.”

“i do,” you say hesitantly, feeling like weight is being pressed onto your chest with each word. “ ‘s why i called you…”

“and now that i’m here, you have nothing to say? why all reserved now?” he continues, using his remaining willpower to hold in his small gasps as he nears his peak listening to your voice, greedily and perversely using your obliviousness to get off.

like you had felt calling - he felt selfish, you having only a small glimpse into the light he thought of you in a few night ago, and now here he lies, so close to letting you hear him while you remain speechless.

would you knowing about his current actions make you blush? would you enjoy it or would you find it creepy? nevertheless, he continues, his desire clouding his senses as he lets out choked gasps, the speaker picking them up.

you weren’t ignorant, you know what he could be doing - especially this late at night - but how likely was it he would do so while on the phone with you? a part of you felt nervous as his groans grew prettier and more desperate, but you felt an ego boost thinking that you made him this way.

“are you okay, yunho?” you ask, feigning ignorance as to what he was doing, earning you a chuckle from is end.

“i’m perfectly fine, little one,” he says, you could hear the smile in his voice, followed by a short, breathless gasp. “why do you ask?”

“you sound a little… bothered,” you say, moving once again to get closer to your phone's mic. “do you need help?”

you get a deep goran in reply, a dry laugh following along with a sigh, yunho’s voice coming shortly afterwards. “don’t say things like that, tiny.”

“why not, yunho?” you continue, his name sounding so smooth as it flows from your lips and into yunho’s ears. “you don’t want my help?”

yunho’s hand quickens, palm stroking his shaft as his tip rubs against the blanket he still has draped over his body. his hips thrust up, hoping the slight rocking of the bunkbed doesn’t disturb san’s sleep as he hurriedly pumps himself.

“i want your help, baby- god- i want you so bad-” his gasps become shameless, clearly losing himself to his actions and thoughts, unable to hear as footsteps sound in the hallway heading towards the main room, the faint light of a phone flashlight shining under the door for only a moment.

“i’d be so good for you, yunho,” you say softly, feeling a pit grow in your stomach as you continue listening to him. 

“i know you would be, tiny,” he says. “you’d look so so pretty- fuck, y/n- g-gonna-

“you close, baby?”

yunho moans in response, eyes shutting tightly as his breathing becomes rigid, mouth agape as white paints his chest, hand moving faster as he unashamedly gasps into the phone. “y-y/n,” he chants tiredly, stamina quickly depleting as he starts to doze off, your voice alerting him.

“did i do a good job helping?” you inquire, knowing the answer, but you found yourself intrigued by this side of yunho, a sharp contrast to the one who had you against a door two nights ago.

“you always do,” he laughs lightly. “how will i ever repay you for your kindness?”

the question was rhetorical - at least it felt as such - but even then, you couldn’t help yourself from replying.

“remember when you said we could continue what happened at the venue?”

“how could i ever forget, tiny,” he says, lifting the blanket from his chest and grabbing a tissue, cleaning himself before pulling his sweats back up. “what time is it right now?”

your eyes widen once you see your phone screen, not realizing how late it had gotten. “its one in the morning, yunho.”

“uhh,” he starts. “i’m sure there are ubers driving around, i can probably call one-”

“no, yunho. you need to sleep.”

“just send me your address, i’ll be there as soon as i can,” he says, his tone convincing as you hear him rise from his bed, you following suit as your heart races.

“i’m not gonna have you going out at night alone just for us to…” you trail off, not knowing what to say next.

“for us to what?” he says, his tiredness seeming to melt away as quickly as it came as you hear fabric-on-fabric rubbing against each other. yunho slides the shirt over his body, “what do you want us to do?”

“... we’ll have to see, yunho.”

the man laughs lightly, shining a flashlight in san’s direction to see him still sleeping soundly, quietly exiting his and san's shared room and heading towards the front door. 

“i’ll be there soon, tiny,” yunho whispers, feeling his phone vibrate with a text from you, your address on his screen. 

he exits the dorm, quietly shutting the door behind him, unaware of yeosang’s form leaning against the kitchen counter, his phone’s flashlight aimed at his chest to keep his position hidden as he watches the older leave the dorm.

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“leave a few minutes after me, okay? it’ll look less suspicious if there's time in between,” yunho says, holding your face in his hands as he smiles, leaning in closer to kiss your temple once again. “and if you’d like, we can continue this sometime, hm?”

he pulls away with a smile, picking up his old clothing from the floor - as well as wrapping the belt around his torso - before grabbing your hand to pull you forward, cheesily kissing your knuckles and exiting the room, leaving you stunned and alone. 

your stomach turns as you think about the event that had just occurred; his hands roaming over your skin as he holds you against him, gentle gasps being exchanged as you see more of each other.

you find yourself staying in the room longer than you feel you needed to - which to an extent would help your current situation - as you grab the door handle, pulling open and heading back to backstage.

“this should fix it, i think?” you hear minwoo say as you enter backstage, realizing just how close the room was to everything else. embarrassment fills you as you make eye contact with yeosang, his arms raised as minwoo adjusts his shirt.

his expression is puzzled, confused and somewhat shocked as to why you had just exited the same room he greeted yunho coming out of just a few minutes ago. he hadn’t seen you enter during that span of time, mingi being sure to keep him still.

he chooses to brush it off as he watches you sit on the bench, minwoo pulling away to see how his shirt looked. “chae normally handles clothes, but i think i did a pretty good job,” minwoo smiles. “you’re good to go, yeosang.”

“thank you again,” he thanks, grabbing his mic and glancing behind him one last time at your sitting figure before running to meet the rest of the group.

yeosang created a groupchat: ???

yeosang added: hongjoong, seonghwa, san, wooyoung

[11:17 pm] yeosang: help [11:17 pm] yeosang: i saw something odd [11:17 pm] yeosang: and idk what to do about it tbh [11:18 pm] seonghwa: quit being vague🙄 [11:18 pm] seonghwa: what did you see [11:18 pm] yeosang: okay so [11:18 pm] hongjoong: whats going on? [11:18 pm] seonghwa: yeo has something to share [11:18 pm] yeosang: i had to get my shirt fixed before i went out on stage right ㅤ↱ replying to: seonghwa - yeo has something to share [11:18 pm] hongjoong: ohh gotcha [11:19 pm] san: uh huh ㅤ↱ replying to: yeosang - i had to get my shirt fixed before i went out on stage right [11:19 pm] wooyoung: muscles busted the seams [11:19 pm] hongjoong: LMFAOO [11:19 pm] yeosang: i was still in backstage when yunho finally came out of the storage ㅤ↱ replying to: wooyoung - muscles busted the seams [11:19 pm] yeosang: you know it😩 [11:19 pm] yeosang: but yunho left the room and i didnt see anyone else go in there [11:19 pm] yeosang: then i watched y/n walk out of the same room [11:19 pm] hongjoong: … [11:19 pm] san: is there a chance that she walked in there while you werent looking? [11:20 pm] seonghwa: ^^ [11:20 pm] yeosang: minwoo had me standing still [11:20 pm] yeosang: i was facing the hallway the whole time, she never walked in [11:20 pm] hongjoong: hm [11:20 pm] wooyoung: maybe she walked in there after yunho left? ㅤ↱ replying to: yeosang - but yunho left the room and i didnt see anyone else go in there [11:20 pm] san: @ wooyoung bestie. READ [11:20 pm] hongjoong: no fighting pls [11:20 pm] wooyoung: san started it🙄 [11:21 pm] yeosang: GUYS. [11:21 pm] yeosang: idk what to do [11:21 pm] yeosang: its none of my business [11:21 pm] yeosang: but its still odd y’know? [11:21 pm] hongjoong: seonghwa and i had talked about this earlier [11:21 pm] hongjoong: not sure if something is going on between them, but they should stop [11:21 pm] hongjoong: it wont do any good for either of their careers [11:21 pm] wooyoung: i feel like we shouldnt get involved that much [11:22 pm] wooyoung: they both deserve to have a personal life outside of work [11:22 pm] yeosang: true but still [11:22 pm] yeosang: its dangerous for yunho in the public eye and y/n’s job as a makeup artist [11:22 pm] san: i agree, but if they sneak around, i guess they’ll both be safe? [11:22 pm] hongjoong: even then, i wouldn’t want them to sneak around *us* [11:22 pm] hongjoong: whatever is going on, lets handle it back home. no sense in stressing about it on our last day away [11:22 pm] hongjoong: especially when were about to all be together in a few minutes [11:22 pm] yeosang: oh shit [11:22 pm] yeosang: i forgot lol [11:23 pm] san: where is it again? ㅤ↱ replying to: san - where is it again? [11:23 pm] wooyoung: seonghwa and yunho’s room [11:23 pm] san: got it [11:23 pm] hongjoong: hwa [11:23 pm] seonghwa: ? [11:23 pm] hongjoong: are you two almost ready? [11:23 pm] seonghwa: yeah [11:23 pm] seonghwa: just waiting for food to arrive [11:23 pm] wooyoung: oooo what did you guys order?? [11:24 pm] yeosang: ^^ [11:24 pm] san: ^^^ [11:24 pm] seonghwa: idk, yunho just ordered some stuff from a local restaurant that delivers [11:24 pm] seonghwa: minwoo, chaebyul, sohee, and y/n will be joining us as well [11:24 pm] yeosang: it’ll be like the first time we all hung out at the beginning of the tour [11:24 pm] hongjoong: wooyoung dont even think about suggesting human bumper cars again please [11:24 pm] wooyoung: no promises!!

“seonghwa,” the mentioned man looks up from his phone, yunho standing before him in the hotels doorway, dragging his bags back into the room. “the food just got delivered, y/n and i are gonna run down to get it-”

“how about y/n and sohee get it, it’ll look less suspicious if its them for not only the relationships and stuff, but also that they aren't idols, y’know?” seonghwa suggests. “atiny and news outlets know were staying at a hotel in the area.”

“i’ll have to make sure that they’re both comfortable with that first,” yunho says, his smile faltering slightly as he exits the room, presumably to enter y/n’s and sohee’s room once again. seonghwa gulps, tossing his phone onto the bed he sat on as he lays back, arms sprawled out to his sides as his legs bend at the knees over the edge of the mattress.

he turns his head to the side, trying to find anything in the room that could give away the switch they had to pull - nothing standing out. seonghwa wanted to stop overthinking his every move; his brain now hyper-aware that hongjoong will be observing how yunho acts with y/n, thinking that he won’t be an exception to the same treatment, even if hongjoong doesn’t know who with.

“they’re heading down to the lobby right now,” yunho says, making his entrance known to the other man as he shuts the door behind him, joining seonghwa on the bed and sighing. “i hope i ordered enough.”

“i’m sure it’ll all be fine,” seonghwa says, his voice coming out slightly strained as he laid across the bed, his eyes closing as his chest tenses, remembering that soon the room with be filled with his groupmates and the two girls he and yunho admired.

he was thankful you and sohee seemed to understand the underlying meaning behind why the rooms needed to be switched, which he appreciated, but the worry of hongjoong catching on still remained in his mind. a knock sounded throughout the hotel room, yunho quickly jumping up to answer as seonghwa continued to ponder.

“you guys are a little early,” yunho comments, seeing jongho and mingi on the other side of the door, trying to hide his disappointment that it wasn’t you and sohee there instead.

“we brought some food from the convenience store around the corner,” jongho says, lifting the bags he held in each hand.

“i ordered food just a bit ago, y/n and sohee are out grabbing it now,” yunho replies as he opens the door wider, allowing the two men to enter the room.

“for once i didnt have to act like the only adult here?” the youngest replies, his stance and playful glare indicating sarcasm, while his tone said something else and causing a shiver to run down yunho’s spine as seonghwa sits up. “should’ve said that before, i wouldn't have spent money on you guys.”

“okay - one: rude, two: thank you for your generosity,” seonghwa says, standing onto his feet as he takes the bags from jongho’s hands, setting them on the table as he begins to unpack them. “do we even know what hongjoong wants to do?”

“what? i can’t just wanna celebrate the end of the tour with my band mates?” hongjoong’s voice, sounds through the room, wooyoung following behind him as they push open the cracked door, kicking it closed once they enter fully.

seonghwa tenses in his presence, watching as he not-so-subtly eyes down yunho’s oblivious form, too enamored with what he was currently typing on his phone.

[11:32 pm] yunho: did you two make it down safely? [11:33 pm] y/n: yes!! were in the elevator heading up right now :D [11:33 pm] y/n: has everyone else showed up yet? [11:33 pm] yunho: just waiting on yeo, minwoo, chaebyul,,, [11:33 pm] yunho: then san and you two [11:34 pm] y/n: okay!! we’ll be there soon :) [11:34 pm] yunho: :D

yunho’s soft smile didn’t get overlooked by hongjoong, the shorter man’s lips forming a thin line as yunho shoves his phone into his pocket, prompting him to look away. wooyoung shot a glance yunho’s way; if what yeosang said was true about you leaving the same room as yunho, he’d have a few choice words to share with the older.

a knock on the door breaks wooyoung’s thoughts, shifting on his feet to answer it - noticing how yunho seemed just as eager, as if he knew exactly who was on the other side.

wooyoung had concluded that yunho did know who was arriving once he saw your smiling face next to sohee, hands holding several bags of take-away as you smiled brightly at him. “hi, woo!” you say, him quickly returning the smile as he moves to the side to allow you both inside.

you quickly notice yunho’s standing form, his front facing the entrance as you walk closer, intending to place the bags in the table to accompany the others placed there. yunho watched as you walked closer, offering his hand silently to take a bag from your hand - you obliged. 

his silence towards you was unnerving; thankful for the conversations that were filling the air as yunho smiled.

“is everything alright?” you whisper as if you had to keep your interactions with yunho a secret from the rest of the members - which you knew to be untrue. yunho seemed shocked at your timid behavior, taking his eyes away from his hands that were unraveling the bags on the table and turning to your concerned ones.

“why would something be wrong?” he inquires, brows knitting together as a small pout forms on his lips. he wasn’t being completely truthful to himself and he knew that, trying to keep his feelings hidden as he now knew of hongjoong monitoring him and seonghwa.

the other part of his mind was occupied with earlier events; remembering how he had you pressed up against the door of a random room at the concert venue, how pretty you looked begging for him - the memory made him nervous.

he wasn’t experienced, and he never claimed to be; a part of him feared that you were putting on a show, that your pleasure was fake so as to not embarrass him. he tried his best to push the thoughts to the back of his running brain, but they continued to surface each time he saw you.

“you didn’t spark up a conversation like you normally would,” you answer, deciding it's better not to push him to talk if something was on his mind. “just wanted to check in and make sure you’re okay.”

yunho hoped you couldn’t hear how his heart beat raced faster at your words, your form standing next to his as you begin removing the take-away and placing it on the table, san and wooyoung excitedly began to open each package as mingi brings out plates and cutlery.

despite his best efforts to slow time to savor every moment he had with you, yunho found himself glancing your way as the clock ticked, wooyoung’s knowing stare not bothering him the slightest when he caught him looking your way.

“do we have paper towels?” hongjoong asks, putting his half-empty plate on the floor next to him in favor of getting sauce off of his shirt.

“there should be regular towels in the bathroom, yunho and i haven’t used any of them so they’re all clean,” seonghwa answers, hongjoong nodding before standing on his feet, arms stretching above him as he makes the short commute to the bathroom within the hotel room.

spotting the small basket of hand towels on the counter, the chatter slowly dulls as he wets the soft material under the faucet. dabbing on the already-forming stain, he tries to remove it the best he can, ultimately leaving a wet patch on his clothing.

hongjoong remains persistent, and against his - and his mothers - better judgment, begins to rub at the food print. he lets out a sigh as his lips purse into a thin like. examining his shirt in the mirror, he comes to the realization he’s done all he can, and should leave the rest of the work to the washing machine they have back at the dorms.

hanging the now damp towel on the rack that decorated the wall, he fixes his hair, smoothing over his shirt as his eyes trail down to the small glass that contained different toothbrushes inside. thinking nothing of it at first, hongjoong continued to situate  his appearance, only to look back at the jar and notice a toothbrush he didn’t recognize next to one he did.

one toothbrush was the brand that every member had, all looking quite similar but still having notable differences - to the members, you only had to be able to tell which one was your own, not which on the other members had as well.

the toothbrush that accompanied it in the glass was not the same brand - not even the same look as the one the members had - and that seemed to only confirm hongjoong suspicion.

y/n stayed in the room with yunho often enough to have to bring her toothbrush over.

hongjoong blood boiled, thinking about how all of this has been happening right under his nose. how long have they kept this secret? was the story of yunho pretending to avoid you just a cover-up for them sneaking around? how long have you two been sneaking around? were they sneaking around seonghwa in his own room?

“you okay?” seonghwa’s voice seemed to ring inside hongjoong skull, aligning themselves with his thoughts and pushing them from his brain. 

“i’m fine,” hongjoong answers, his voice firm as seonghwa’s concerned expression falls to one of pure fear. “yunho is in some major trouble, though,” hongjoong finishes, eyeing the container with the toothbrushes before he leaves the bathroom, passing seonghwa as the oldest’s eyes widen in realization.

sohee’s toothbrush was still in the room with his, and hongjoong thought it was yours and yunho’s instead.

guilt formed in seonghwa’s chest, knowing how hongjoong can be when he scolded the members, but he remained silent - allowing hongjoong to believe he wasn’t involved, allowing hongjoong’s anger to fog his reasoning.

seonghwa and sohee stayed in this room. that was seonghwa and sohee’s toothbrush, and seonghwa allowed hongjoong to walk away, not wanting to take the fall himself.

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“we can’t risk any group members getting into a dating scandal, not right now,” hongjoong finishes, feeling relieved that his questioning thought were out of his troubled brain.

seonghwa, on the other hand, was now feeling anxious in the presence of hongjoong, being fully aware of his thoughts about sohee. his mind racing, thinking about how close he had gotten with her, all suddenly being taken away from him; it was something he never thought he would have to fear. but as the possibility grew more apparent, he couldn’t help but feel the need to protect his secret at all costs.

“i can try to pry anything i can out of him,” seonghwa suggests as hongjoong looks at him, seonghwa not being able to bear making eye contact with the man. “like you said, we can’t risk anyone getting into a dating scandal. he shouldn’t get romantically involved with anyone.”

“it relieves me a bit knowing you’re on my side. thanks, seonghwa,” hongjoong says, his tone genuine as seonghwa offers a smile, hoping it was enough to mask his own hypocrisy.

“of course.”

[9:10 am] seonghwa: hongjoong wants to hold a tour-ending celebration this in our hotel room tonight [9:11 am] seonghwa: you tell y/n that we need to have you out of that room, and tell her to let sohee know that once we get back to the hotel i’m gonna help her pack her things [9:11 am] yunho: why does hongjoong want it in our room? why cant he hold it in his and wooyoungs? [9:11 am] seonghwa: you really think wooyoung would be willing to clean to have people go in there? [9:11 am] yunho: fair [9:11 am] seonghwa: at least with a room i’m in, he has confidence it’ll be clean [9:12 am] yunho: what about me🤨 [9:12 am] seonghwa: yeah like you’re clean <3 [9:12 am] yunho: rude [9:12 am] yunho: y/n’s your makeup artist too yknow [9:12 am] seonghwa: why can’t you tell her the room thing while she does your makeup? [9:13 am] seonghwa: tell her while hongjoong is right next to me? yeah not your best idea yunho [9:13 am] yunho: rude. again. [9:13 am] seonghwa: at least when she’s working with you, hongjoong will most likely be out of the room and with chae [9:14 am] yunho: i’ll let her know then [9:14 am] yunho: thanks for the heads up [9:14 am] seonghwa: anytime

yunho stuffed his phone in his pocket, leaning back in his seat as he looks out the car window, not bothering to look back at seonghwa. his heart started beating quickly, the familiar anxious feeling sprouting in his chest thinking about the other members reaction to his and seonghwa’s unlabeled relationships.

he felt as heat started to climb up his neck and onto his cheeks and ears, fiddling with his fingers in his lap as he pursed his lips. they only had this last concert before they go home and start preparing for their next comeback, and it pained yunho.

he wouldn’t be able to see you as often, see you hover over him as you did his makeup or hold you close to himself during the night. he’d have to watch as you interacted with wooyoung and jongho more often, and thinking about that made him a little - and unreasonably - upset.

he had no right to be as distraught as he was and he understood that. you were friends with wooyoung first; hell, you thought he was purposefully trying to ignore you in the beginning. he didn’t want to lose time with you, but he knew he would after this concert concluded.

it was the reality of his situation - he knew the danger since the beginning. since you first sat on the floor of the hotel room with seonghwa and hongjoong by your sides and asking about why you joined KQ, and even when you had comforted him in the dance room when he was a trainee.

he had the foresight to create distance since the beginning, but he couldn’t hold up, resulting in his current position as the car came to a stop at their last venue site. he opened the sliding door, pushing his seat forward to allow the other members through before adjusting his clothing.

he watched as staff unloaded from other trucks, his eyes scanning for your form through the small group of people till he hears a yelp followed by laughter, his eyes following the sound to see you smiling alongside sohee, chaebyul, and minwoo carrying clothing bags to the venue.

“that is possibly the most inefficient way to carry a clothing rack, minwoo,” chaebyul scolds, watching as minwoo attempts to lug 4 clothing bags across his shoulders and arms. “you’re going to collapse to the ground if you try to do that.”

“i think you’re underestimating my strength, chae. these long-sleeves don’t do me justice,” he counters, a smug smirk on his face as he lifts them from the car. the weight causes him to bend at the knees, you and sohee rushing forward to grab the bags from his shoulders.

“just stick to carrying one at a time like the rest of us, please,” sohee begs, moving the bag to over her shoulder as you do the same, lugging another bag for yourself, chaebyul patiently waiting before you all begin the commute to the venue.

“still think chaebyul is underestimating my stre-” minwoo’s cut off by chaebyul smacking his arm with her vacant hand, minwoo yelping as a response while you and sohee chuckle; their bickering never fails to be entertaining.

you take a deep breath, readjusting the bag as you walk next to sohee, glancing across your surroundings when your eyes lock with yunho’s longing ones. although the distance, you could still make out how his brows were slightly furrowed, a small curl to the corners of his lips as he walks as well.

“are you excited to finally go back home?” minwoo asks as he sits next to you, the music from the concert making it difficult to hear him as you sit backstage. “sleep in your own bed?”

you purse your lips, nodding slowly before sighing. “honestly, yeah,” you reply. “i’m excited to be somewhere familiar again. exploring was fun but i’m excited to get a bit of a break, y’know?”

“i get that,” minwoo says, leaning back in the chair he sat in. he takes a deep breath, watching as chaebyul exits the dressing room from beside the bench you sat on. “y/n… can i confide in you for a second?”

noticing the dramatic shift in his tone, you turn to face him with a worried look. “of course, you okay?”

“yeah, just-” he cuts himself off, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to formulate his next few sentences. “i’ve been, like, half-crushing on chae? i think?”

oh shit you think, trying your hardest to keep a straight face as he continues.

“like- i know chae can be cold to me sometimes, but she does show a softer side every now and then and i just…” minwoo leans forward, putting his face in his palms as he continues, muttering a muffled: “i don’t know what to do.

“i’ve been thinking on it for about two weeks now? it’s just eating me up and i needed to get it out,” he sighs.

“thank you for trusting me with this,” you say, earning a troubled smile in response. “ask her out, there’s no harm in trying.”

“there is a lot of harm in trying,” minwoo retorts, laughing lightly as he faces you. “but… maybe i’ll think about it.”

“minwoo? could i get a touch up, please?” a sweaty yeosang asks, others following behind him as minwoo stands.

you watch as the rest of the boys rush past, meeting chaebyul by a wardrobe stand as they grab a regular shirt and pants, preparing for the end of the concert.

you watch as yunho grabs his clothes, walking to a vacant room in the hall to change while you stand by, waiting to see if someone needs help with their makeup as everyone rushes around you.

making eye contact with sohee, you watch as she rolls her eyes, hands attempting to hold everyone's microphones to hand to them as they walk back to the stage. you chuckle offering her a smile as seonghwa rushes past you to greet her, taking his mic from her hand before walking back out to the stage.

a tap on your shoulder prompts you to turn around, wooyoung standing there with a bright smile. “i’m excited to finally get you back from yuhno, i missed you a lot,” he says, his gaze fixed on yeosang and minwoo who are struggling to fix his wardrobe malfunction - yeosang seems to always have such issues. “sohee is great, but i’m happy i'll be able to have you do my makeup again soon; i miss our morning talks.”

“woo,” you start, putting your hand on his shoulder as you look at him. “i miss you, too. as long as you promise to not give me trouble.”

“c’mon, you know i could never promise that,” he chuckles as you shake his shoulder.

“get to the stage, you got fans waiting for you,” you reply, exchanging smiles as he nods, making his way towards sohee with a skip in his step, a voice breaking your attention.

“y/n, could you hand me the belt that’s right there?” yunho asks, his head peeking out of the room he was in as he shouts down the hallway. nodding, you grab the belt he was talking about from the rack, making the short commute down the hall to where he was, his smile growing wider as you approached.

extending your arm with the belt in your hand, he takes hold, opening the door enough to pull you inside with him. surprisingly, he tosses the belt to the ground, instantly wrapping his arms around your frame as the door closes.

“i probably won't get many more chances to hug you after this,” he explains, feeling his embrace tighten around you as your arms pull him closer to yourself. “or alone really for that matter.”

“i’m sure there will be moments, yunho,” you reassure, pulling your face away to make eye contact with him, watching as he smiles softly.

“you know what i was thinking about?”

you tilt your head, yunho’s smile only widening and using your action as permission to continue. “what you said about your dream yesterday,” he says, his hand coming up to cup your face softly as your stomach drops. “i’m not sure how much i believe that’s what you were dreaming about, tiny.”

you gulp, yunho watching every minor shift in your expression before you speak up: “why do you think i would lie to you?” you ask, trying your best to hide your embarrassment, your warming cheeks under yunho’s hand betraying you.

“maybe because you were embarrassed?” he questions.

“embarrassed?-”

“do you need me to be blunt with you, y/n?” he says, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, a sigh of disbelief leaving his lips as he shifts your position to rest your back against the closed door. “i don’t think your dream was as innocent as you made it seem, why did you lie to me?”

you shake your head, regretting not coming up with a better excuse and preparing another before he stops you. “don’t lie to me again, y/n. just tell me the truth, can you do that?” the question was simple, but the answer you had to give would be proven difficult to deliver. “what was your dream about, baby?”

the realization set in of your current position; being held in yunho’s hands as he asks you to explain the light you thought of him in. hyper-focusing on the close proximity and where his skin touched yours, you felt as every last bit of your reasoning melted away, seemingly turning to putty as he held you in his palms.

“... it- it was about us…” you manage out, his eyes sharp as he holds eye contact with you.

“what did we do?” he asks. he didn’t need an explanation, truth be told; he knew what you were dreaming about with him, but he wanted to savor in the satisfaction of hearing you say it. 

“w-we were in the hotel… we were laying down-”

“uh huh,” he interrupts, enjoying the way you appeared to crumble before him against the door, his hands seeming to be the only thing keeping you upright. “what else, tiny? you can tell me, can’t you?”

silence passes, not being able to formulate words as your eyes shift around the room. although yunho enjoyed seeing you nervous at the mention of anything suggestive involving you two, he would never let his perverse thoughts go beyond your comfort. his expression changes, features softening as you feel his thumb stroke your cheek - turning your attention back to him.

“you don’t have to talk about it, y/n. i’m sorry if i went too far,” he apologizes, and you fear you made him question his initial reaction to your fantasy. “we don’t have to continue if you-”

“i want to,” you say lowly, shakily holding eye contact with him as his brows knit together.

“you want to?” he needed confirmation before he felt comfortable to continue. you knew you could deny without him putting up a fight, but that wasn’t needed. “i need you to tell me, y/n. are you okay with this?”

you nod, a shaky “yes,” leaving you before yunho smiles, bringing your lips to meet his as his other palm keeps a tight hold of your hip. his lips move to trail kisses down your neck, the hand once on your hip leaving after a light squeeze to lay flat against your abdomen.

you shudder at the pressure, your breathing unsteady as yunho feels your pulse quicken under his lips. a light chuckle escapes him, feeling his smile against your skin as he toys with the hem of your pants.

“y/n…” he sighs, sounding even more beautiful than in your dreams as the pressure against your abdomen builds. “we don’t have much time-”

“please, yunho,” you plead, latching onto his wrist to guide his fingertips under your waistband. “ i'll take anything.”

his soft exhale spreads across your skin, both hands moving to undo the button on your pants, not bothering to pull them down as his fingers delicately ghost over the material of your underwear, his eyes shooting down at the familiar feeling.

it was then when he recognized them; the panties he had greedily stolen from you and recently used for his own pleasure, the panties he watched his cum soak into before stuffing them back in your suitcase as if they’d never left.

the tense feeling in his abdomen grows as his lips latch to your neck, mind filling with thoughts about how your core has been pressed against clothing that was wrapped around his cock a few nights ago. his fingers dance across the outside before sliding under the material, your breath hitching as you feel the pad of his middle finger press against your clit.

“you’re so pretty, tiny,” yunho says, his finger moving slowly over the bud as you lean your head back against the door. “do you know how pretty you are?

“you’re so so pretty, especially like this; all worked up and squirmy. you’ll only be like this for me, right?” his words felt heavy as they spread across your neck, yunho’s smiling lips kissing up till he met your ear. “of course you’ll only be this way for me - you’ve thought about this before, hm?”

his fingers move to slide along your folds, gasping almost sarcastically when he feels your essence coat his digits. “mhm,” you hum, keeping your mouth shut in fear that someone might be walking in the hallway just on the other side of the door yunho has you pressed against.

even with all of your efforts to keep quiet, your mouth falls open as you gasp, feeling as a single finger slowly pushes into you. yunho sighs, watching as you slowly fall apart before him, forehead resting against your shoulder.

you let out a soft moan, the sound filling yunho’s ears before being sent straight down to his cock, still straining the jeans he just changed into. your desperate breaths softly echo throughout the room, another finger accompanying the first as he gently thrusts them, not wishing to get caught.

“stay quiet for me, love,” he whispers, your gaze turning downwards to watch as his forearm flexes with each subtle thrust. “don’t want anyone to know, do you?”

he feels the small movement of your head shaking negatively as he removes his fingers, dragging them back up to your clit as you gasp. your chest presses against his as you arch your back against the doorframe, yunho’s face leaving your shoulder to press a kiss to your temple.

“does that feel good, tiny?” he whispers, the pet name falling from his lips effortlessly as he pecks yours, swallowing any noises you make. his fingers keep their achingly slow and gentle pace, your legs threatening to close before one of his knees plants itself on the inside your thigh, keeping you held in place.

a quick knock on the door halts both of your movements and breathing, the vibration ringing against your head as a voice speaks up: “yunho! are you in there? we need to get back to the stage!”

you instantly recognized the voice to be mingi’s, yunho pulling away while his fingers continued moving. he watched you intently, your brows furrowing as you purse your lips into a thin line, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet from the absence of yunho’s lips.

you tilt your head downward, slowly exhaling as mingi’s voice rings through the door once again. “this is the only room you could be in, look- just- just come out when you’re finished getting changed.” he finished, the faint sound of his footsteps fading away as yunho smiles.

“you did so well,” he whispers. “being quiet like i asked you to, so so good,” removing his hand, he makes sure you watch as he licks one of his fingertips, smirking to himself before wiping your remaining essence on his pants, buttoning yours for you as your legs shake the smallest bit.

“leave a few minutes after me, okay? it’ll look less suspicious if there's time in between,” yunho says, holding your face in his hands as he smiles, leaning in closer to kiss your temple once again. “and if you’d like, we can continue this sometime, hm?”

he pulls away with a smile, picking up his old clothing from the floor - as well as wrapping the belt around his torso - before grabbing your hand to pull you forward, cheesily kissing your knuckles and exiting the room, leaving you stunned and alone as the door closes behind him.

your stomach turns as you think about the event that had just occurred; his hands roaming over your skin as he holds you against him, gentle gasps being exchanged as you see more of each other.

you find yourself staying in the room longer than you feel you needed to - which to an extent would help your current situation - as you grab the door handle, pulling open and heading back to your prior location.

“this should fix it, i think?” you hear minwoo say as you enter backstage, realizing just how close the room was to everything else. embarrassment fills you as you make eye contact with yeosang, his arms raised as minwoo adjusts his shirt.

his expression is puzzled, confused, and somewhat shocked as to why you had just exited the same room he greeted yunho coming out of just a few minutes ago. he hadn’t seen you enter during that span of time, minwoo being sure to keep him still and facing the same direction.

he chooses to brush it off as he watches you sit on the bench, minwoo pulling away to see how his shirt looked. “chae normally handles clothes, but i think i did a pretty good job,” minwoo smiles. “you’re good to go, yeosang.”

“thank you again,” he thanks, grabbing his mic and glancing behind him one last time at your sitting figure before running to meet the rest of the group.

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“y/n~ pretty girl was made to take me,” yunho breaths out, voice heavy as it rings in your ears. “to take me so well.”

whining progressively louder, you reach to grab at his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he moans lightly. “y/n-”

“y/n?” yunho says louder than previous, shaking a bit more before your eyes shoot open, sitting up quickly as you gulp. yunho lets out a light laugh at your swiftness, hand holding onto your shoulder as you look at him. “i think you were having a nightmare, tiny,” he teases, watching as you become timid under his gaze, eyes trailing down where your thighs shift against the bed.

“would you like to talk about it?” he asks, an edge to his voice as he pulls you closer, sitting up as well, bringing his other hand forward to grasp your chin and pull you closer to his face. “it might make you feel better to get it off your chest.”

bittersweet. 

bittersweet was the only way to describe a tour coming to a close. knowing you wouldn’t be able to do yunho’s makeup as often once this week ends breaks you a bit, even if you still got to see him a majority of days for other purposes.

you were shocked how in only a few months you had managed to become so close with a man that you thought was ignoring you for the last 3 years you have worked with him. you still felt guilty; and on many occasions, yunho expressed feeling the same way.

you shouldn’t have become as close as you two have. swapping roommates with seonghwa, stealing small kisses while in public, only to willingly give them while in private for the last few weeks since the first; it all never should have happened.

it kept you up - thinking about it all. how you’re not only jeopardizing your job, but yunho’s as well. you wished you could climb out of whatever you and yunho had fallen into, not because you didn’t wish to be where you are, but because there was too much at risk for the both of you.

you lay on the bed, arms at your side and feet dangling off the edge as you wait for yunho. thankful the night before, you were able to come up with a half-assed nightmare you had that yunho just happened to be in to save yourself. yunho didn’t seem all too convinced, just offering a nod and a playful smile before finally giving in and falling back asleep.

you let out a sigh; he said he was heading to one of the vending machines. you offered to go with him, but he frantically denied, leaving you alone in the hotel room.

“i swear to god, yunho,” wooyoung lets out, leaning against the vending machine the mentioned man was punching numbers into. “if i hear even one word come out of y/n’s mouth that insinuates you upset her, i will not hesitate to jump your tall ass.”

“you already know i would never hurt her,” yunho says, leaning down to grab each snack he wished for. “i asked you to be my wingman, not be her overprotective parent.”

“but you’re still trying to get with one of my closest friends outside of the group. you know how difficult it is to do that now, i don’t want to lose her; metaphorically, of course,” wooyoung replies, his arms crossing over his chest as he stares daggers at him.

“you aren’t going to lose her, woo. you know that,” yunho sighs. “the only reason she’s been talking with me so much is because she has to work with me directly now, she still talks to you, doesn’t she?”

“well, yeah,” the shorter boy sighs, both beginning their descent down the hallway again. “not as often, though. all her time is now taken up by this six-foot tall vocalist.”

“he sounds dreamy,” yunho laughs, causing a small chuckle to escape wooyoung as well.

“i’m being serious, yunho. treat her well, please.”

“i’ve never had any intention of doing anything else.”

the movie you and yunho had chosen became background noise as he held your face close to his own, his smile causing one to spread across your own face as he pressed small pecks to your cheeks and forehead.

his light giggles between kisses made your heart flutter, his smile never faltering as he sat you between his open legs. you wrap your arms around his middle as he pulls you into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your ear.

you found it endearing; knowing your heart was beating at the same pace as his fingers drew small shapes on your back. “i can’t believe we only have three more concerts before the tour is over…” yunho sighs, allowing the movie to fill the areas of silence between his sentences. “then we’ll be back home, and i’ll have my regular makeup artist back,” he finishes.

“i’m sure she’s not that bad,” you say, pulling your face away from his chest to sit back at his side.

“she isn’t,” he says softly as you take his hand in your own, playing with his fingers as he speaks. “but compared to you…”

“you give me more credit than i deserve-”

“you deserve to know how appreciated and needed you are,” yunho says quickly, his voice airy as he cuts you off, to which you stay silent, his hands grabbing a hold of yours and sliding his thumbs over them.

you smile to yourself, watching his actions as he smiles as well, his eyes scanning over your features. his eyes were full of admiration when you looked up at him, his smile still present as his hands tightened around your own.

one of his hands releases yours, finding purchase on the side of your neck. you felt yourself instinctively leaning forward, watching as yunho smiles before closing the minimal distance between you two.

his lips were soft and plush; gentle, but you could feel the need behind it. one hand still holding your own, his other’s thumb glides over the skin of your neck, the feeling oddly comforting as he nips and pecks at your lips.

you allow him to, his hand squeezing yours in his grasp before kissing your temple and pulling back, just far enough for you to meet his eyes. “it’s a bit late, isn’t it?” he says softly, and without a fight, you let him reach over your body and turn off the bedside lamp. "let's sleep."

setting the proper alarms, you leave your phone on the table before adjusting your body to lay down. even with the minimal light, you could see yunho smiling at you, his arms open and waiting for you to come closer.

returning the smile, you shift to lay against his chest, arms holding you close and you hear him let out a long, drawn out sigh. he remains silent, the calming feeling of his fingertips tracing shapes onto your clothes lulling you a bit as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“goodnight, sleep well, y/n,” he whispers, being able to hear his smile through his words.

“goodnight, yunho,” you reply, a smile evident on your face as well before shutting your eyes once again, the feeling of yunho’s chest rising and falling with his breaths against your cheek.

“shit!” wooyoung says while making his way back to his makeup chair.

looking in his direction, you watch as he stumbles a bit, stabilizing himself on minwoo’s station with his phone in his other hand. you hear as plastic hit the wooden floor, minwoo turning to the side to notice different packages of makeup on the floor.

“sorry, min,” wooyoung states as he crouches down, beginning to pick up the packages.

“it’s chill. i got it, you go get your makeup done,” minwoo replies calmly, flashing wooyoung a reassuring smile before wooyoung stands, approaching a patiently waiting sohee.

“it seems like wooyoung looses his footing more as he grows up,” you joke, yunho opening his eyes and flashing you a smile, a light, breathy laugh escaping him as you continue his makeup.

“this sucks,” you hear from beside you, looking up from yunho’s face and noticing minwoo staring down into an eyeshadow pod.

“that’s a mean thing to say to yeosang,” you joke, minwoo flashing you an unamused glare before turning to put the pod down on his stations desk.

“i’m stealing yours,” he says. “my eyeshadow got cracked, its fucked.”

“usually when you steal something, you don’t tell the person you’re stealing from, dumbass,” a light laugh escapes you as you speak, head turning back to yunho as he looks up at you, seemingly enjoying the playful banter by the small smile on his face.

“you tell me not to be mean to yeosang, but you’re mean to me,” minwoo says, nudging your side with his elbow as he scoots past you and back to where yeosang sat, that small nudge being enough to make you lose your footing. stumbling forward, yunho was quick to place his hands on your hips, catching your form before you could land on top of him - even though he wouldn’t have minded that outcome either.

“careful, y/n,” yunho whispers, using his hands to push you up to regain your prior stance before flashing you a smile. "you're turning into woo, it seems."

“what did i tell you about smiling?” you say, your voice light as he looks up at you with the softest eyes. “you’ll crease the foundation, yunho.”

the sound of the studio door opening caused you to turn your head upwards from yunho’s face, his own turning to the side to see hongjoong stepping into the room in his new attire.

“y/n, do you know where i left my phone? i thought it was in the pocket of my old clothes but it wasn’t,” he asks, approaching his makeup chair and looking around on the floor and desk.

“i haven’t seen it, no,” you reply, watching as he purses his lips in confusion before he looks at you.

“it’s brown with some white decals,” he says, his eyes flicking down to where yunho’s hands rested on your hips for just a moment before he met yours again. “if you see it, let me know, please.” he finishes, giving yunho a knowing look - one that causes yunho’s brows to furrow slightly - before leaving the studio once again.

“did you see that look he gave us?” yunho asks once hongjoong was out of earshot, his focus set on you as you pulled away from him, his hands falling from your waist during the process.

“what look?” you ask, brows knitting together as you look at him through the mirror, hands searching through the countless makeup products you had displayed.

“it was just… weird,” yunho explains, his head turning to the side when he notices what seems like a scolding sohee and a giggling wooyoung. “i’m not sure how to describe it,” he finishes, doing his best to talk over wooyoung’s loud laughter.

“maybe you’re just reading into it too much? he did seem a bit stressed about his phone being missing,” you suggest, turning back around to face him as you adjust his hair to frame his face, big doe eyes staring up at you. “i’m sure it was nothing against you, yunho-”

your sentence was cut short from sohee’s aggravated tone, turning your head to see the commotion.

“that isn’t a nice thing to do, woo. that’s someone's personal item!” you hear her say, a giggly wooyoung in his chair while he takes pictures of himself in the vanity mirror, the phone’s case a sleek brown with small white decals.

you purse your lips, yunho seeming to come to the same realization as he lets out a light chuckle. “little shit.”

you let out your own laugh at his comment, the both of you smiling as you shake your head. “maybe if i tell him where his phone is, whatever vendetta he has against me will be cleared." yunho concludes.

“are you sure it wasn’t in there?” chaebyul asks as hongjoong enters the dressing room once again, scrambling to his clothes to search through them.

“yeah, my chair and station were all cleared.”

“maybe ask hwa, he was next to you in the studio, maybe he saw it,” chaebyul says. hongjoong lets out a sigh, calming his nerves before nodding, thanking chaebyul before he leaves once again, a new mission in mind: find seonghwa.

his eyes scan down each hallway he passes while making his way backstage, rubbing his hands together and pushing his fingers back as he continues his commute. the raven haired man comes into his view, hongjoong subconsciously quickening his pace as he approaches him.

“seonghwa?” he says, the mentioned man turning towards him as he comes closer. “have you seen my phone? i can’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“i don’t think i have?” seonghwa answers, his tone sounding more like a question rather than a definitive answer as he looks around, searching for anything that resembles hongjoong's phone. “we know for sure its here, after the show i can try and help you find it.”

“i was hoping to find it before the show, but if i can’t, having help after would be appreciated,” hongjoong nods, accepting his temporary defeat as he lifts his face skyward, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“hyung!” hongjoong and seonghwa turn towards the voice, noticing yunho jogging down the hallway towards where they stood. “wooyoung took your phone - i fought him for it.”

“physically?” seonghwa says, eyes growing a bit wider at the thought.

“no, seonghwa, just held him down while i grabbed it from him. he was taking pictures on it, though, don’t know how many.”

“thank you, yunho,” hongjoong says, a grateful smile on his face as yunho flashes one of his own before heading back down the same hallway he recently emerged from.

a relieved sigh leaves hongjoongs lips as he opens his photos, letting out a laugh of disbelief at the seemingly hundreds of new pictures in his gallery, shutting off the device to deal with later. licking his lips in the newfound silence, hongjoong thinks back to what he had seen in the makeup studio.

furrowing his brows, hongjoong speaks up: “you’re rooming with yunho right now, right?” he asks, turning his face to seonghwa, who seemed to have a surprised look, but quickly wiping it away before answering.

“yeah, why?” seonghwa questions, trying to keep his voice steady, fearing hongjoong’s reaction to yunho and his endeavors.

“has he ever talked about y/n to you? like, in a way that makes it seem like he wants to pursue her?”

“you’re using quite extravagant language,” seonghwa chuckles, trying to lighten the dense atmosphere he found himself in. “and no, he hasn’t - not to me, at least.”

hongjoong nods in response and curiosity got the best of seonghwa, hesitating for just a moment before breaking the silence once again. “why do you ask? did he say something to you?”

hongjoong shook his head. “no, but when i went back into the studio, he just seemed oddly close and comfortable with her,” he explains. “obviously, i’m glad he’s friendly with the staff - and i know its not unlike him to be friendly - but it just felt odd seeing his hands on her waist… i don’t know, i hope i’m just being paranoid. 

“we can’t risk any group members getting into a dating scandal, not right now,” hongjoong finishes, feeling relieved that his questioning thought were out of his troubled brain.

seonghwa, on the other hand, was now feeling anxious in the presence of hongjoong, being fully aware of his thoughts about sohee. his mind racing, thinking about how close he had gotten with her, all suddenly being taken away from him; it was something he never thought he would have to fear. but as the possibility grew more apparent, he couldn’t help but feel the need to protect his secret at all costs.

“i can try to pry anything i can out of him,” seonghwa suggests as hongjoong looks at him, seonghwa not being able to bear making eye contact with the man. “like you said, we can’t risk anyone getting into a dating scandal. he shouldn’t get romantically involved with anyone.”

“it relieves me a bit knowing you’re on my side. thanks, seonghwa,” hongjoong says, his tone genuine as seonghwa offers a smile, hoping it was enough to mask his own hypocrisy.

“of course.”

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he hadn’t noticed that you shifted to continue to do his makeup till you pulled completely away, a short “better make it to chae before she gets upset” leaving your lips as you glance at him through the mirror.

he nods before looking to his side, noticing sohee working on jongho’s makeup as they spoke. turning to look behind him, he sees one other staff member sitting at a small table, too preoccupied by his phone to look in his direction.

yunho stands from the chair, stretching his limbs as he stands behind your form - he’s finding he’s been doing it more and more often as time goes on. 

he brings one arm around your shoulder, grasping your jaw in his palm and turning your face to look at him in the mirror before he leans in and kisses your cheek briefly, flashing you a small smile once he pulls back.

“cheer for me, okay?” he says, his eyes soft as he lets go of your face, beginning his short commute to where chaebyul was waiting for him.

yunho felt so incredibly selfish, insisting on you going with sohee to the café in the hotel lobby so he could sit back in the empty room, your stolen underwear in his hands as he gently palms himself through his sweatpants.

although terrified of your reaction if you happened to walk in, the thought also thrilled him; the girl he admired catching him doing something so filthy to the thought of her, watching as he used her belongings to pleasure himself.

he exhales deeply, freeing himself as his cock aches against his lower abdomen, his shirt long abandoned to the other end of the bed as he leans against the cushioned headboard. his fingers graze his tip, a shaky breath escaping him as he imagines his hands were your own - pleading eyes looking up at him so desperately as he made you work to get what you want.

he writhes against the bed, brows furrowing as he wraps your panties around his tip, slowly moving them down his shaft as he moans out, playing scenarios in his head:

“please, yunho,” you’d beg, knees digging into the mattress as you’d lay between his legs. his hand would come up to cup your cheek, you subconsciously leaning into his touch as he softly smiles.

“you have to work for it, tiny,” he’d reply, watching as you nervously take his dick into your hands, softly sighing at the contact. his eyes would be trained on where you touched him, palms squeezing slightly whenever you reached his tip. yunho sighs, “you’re doing so well.”

the roughness of the panties causes his hips to lift each time it grazes his head, thrusting to meet his palm as sweat begins to form on his hairline. mouth agape, yunho imagines how pretty you would sound when you beg for him, spending all this time working him up only for him to leave you needy for him.

your hands would move faster, both wrapped around his cock to meet his small thrusts as you watch his expressions change. chest rising and falling progressively faster, his eyes close tightly as he feels his high approaching.

bringing his vacant hand upwards, he uses his forearm to rest over his eyes, breathing labored as his thrusts quicken. the slight sting from the material against his skin was addictive, thinking about how pretty you’d look wearing them; he can’t help but imagine you in such ways.

“y/n-” yunho chokes out, opening his hooded eyes to place his palm against your cheek once again, fingers shaking slightly as they touch your skin. “so good for me-”

“i’m good?” you ask - and whether you intended to or not - the way your voice pitched higher at the sudden praise caused his cock to twitch in his hands, the small action being enough to push him closer.

“the best.. fuck- i’m gonna-” yunho groans out, making eye contact with you before he cums.

white paints his chest, dripping down his shaft and onto his hand as he slows his pace. your panties remain laced between his fingers, his release seeping into the material and he cant help but simply watch. watch as it absorbs; the thought of you wearing them after enough to get him hard again.

he presses his thumb into the wet spot, finding satisfaction in your panties soaking it in. he exhales, setting your belonging on his pelvis before leaning over for a tissue, wiping his chest clean and pulling his sweats back up to his hips.

he climbs off the bed, the tissue in one hand with your underwear in the other. the devil on his shoulder is telling him to put them back in your suitcase like he had found them, while the angel is telling him otherwise, that he should at least use the hotel's dry cleaning first.

a distant laugh causes him to jolt, hesitantly folding your clothing and placing it back in your suitcase that lays on the floor, sighing as he stands straight once again.

moving himself into the bathroom, he tosses the tissue into the trash bin, stretching his back as he hears the card scanner on the other end of the door beep, confirming his previous suspicions. turning around, he’s welcomed to your shocked expression, followed by you hurriedly leaving the bathroom doorway to enter the room.

he hears a quick “hello,” fall from your mouth before you had sped off, quickly following after.

“how was the cafe with sohee?” yunho asks, biting his lip nervously as he approaches you, quickly realizing his lack of clothing and reaching for his shirt that was laying against the bed, pausing when he finds it missing.

his expression shifts to one of confusion as he glances around the room, noticing your sitting figure on the unused bed with his shirt in your hands. you raise the shirt, examining it before lowering it just enough for yunho to see your eyes.

“can i have that back, please,” he says, outstretching his arm. “it’s cold.”

you smile, reaching an arm forward to hand him the shirt before he grabs your wrist, pulling you into his chest swiftly. encased in his arms, his chest is warm despite his previous remark. he could most definitely feel the warmth your cheeks radiated, one hand delicately trailing up your spine before resting on your nape.

yunho kisses the top of your head, using his hand to pull your head to look up at him before placing his palm against your cheek, still warm to the touch. he tries to analyze the softness in your eyes, the endearing look you offered being enough to melt his being. eyes trailing down to your lips, lips slightly parted and he smiles.

“you look so cute when you’re all spaced out like that,” he says, his thumb pinching your cheek slightly as you smile. yunho leans forward, kissing your forehead before pulling off, moving both hands to your shoulders with a grin in his lips.

“how was the cafe?” he asks, moving to sit on the edge of the unmade bed as you prepare your answer, sliding the slightly crumpled shirt over his body.

“it was nice!” you reply, sitting beside yunho - he cant help the loving gaze he sets on you as you talk about your time with your long time friend. your bright smile caused one to return to his face.

“you look so cute when you’re all spaced out like that,” yunho sighs, his hand holding your face as you feel his cock drag against your walls. “already fucked you dumb on my cock, little one?”

his words were taunting, your dazed brain barely processing them as he looks down at you, removing his palm from your cheek to hold your legs apart for him. you feel his dick push deeper, small moans and whimpers falling from your swollen lips as he peppers kisses down your neck.

squirming in his arms, yunho wakes up from the movement and opens his eyes, surroundings barely visible due to the minimal light in the hotel room. he feels as you curl yourself in against him, forehead pressing deeper into his chest before he takes hold of your shoulder and hip.

“it’s okay, y/n,” yunho says softly, shifting to lay on his back and allowing you to cling to his side, resting your head on his chest as your legs intertwine with his. “it’s just a nightmare.”

“y-yunho-” you choke out, his name being the first word to leave your lips since he stuffed his cock in you. yunho groans into your neck, kissing the skin before moving to your lips. “ ‘s so big.”

“you sound to pretty calling my name like that... god, y/n- you know how long i’ve been wanting to fuck you?” he questions, more rhetorical as he watches the dazed look in your eyes, smirking to himself. “you're already so out of it; you gonna cum, tiny?”

nodding hastily, he leans down to your ear. “who’s gonna make you cum, baby?”

“yunho…” you mumble tiredly, still shifting around as you lay against the aforementioned man, his form stiffening under you as he registered that you had called for him. as if someone poured cold water on him, he wakes up instantly and takes note of your furrowed eyebrows, hands clutching at his pajama shirt, and how your hips move against his thighs.

yunho took a deep breath, thinking of all of the possible things you could be dreaming about that would lead to such a combination of reactions. he hated how his mind raced, thinking about the dirtiest things - and hoping you were dreaming of such as well.

“big…” you whisper, yunho bringing the arm that wasn’t wrapped around you to put a palm over his mouth, shutting his eyes as he feels himself getting hard. his breathing turns shaky, moving his palm away before bringing your face out from his chest, trying desperately to push away his own neediness.

“y/n?” he calls, carefully squishing your cheeks as his other arm shakes you gently, voice soft as his breathing calms.

“y/n~ pretty girl was made to take me,” yunho breaths out, voice heavy as it rings in your ears. “to take me so well.”

whining progressively louder, you reach to grab at his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he moans lightly. “y/n-”

“y/n?” yunho says louder than previous, shaking a bit more before your eyes shoot open, sitting up quickly as you gulp. yunho lets out a tired chuckle at your swiftness, hand holding onto your shoulder as you look at him. “i think you were having a nightmare, tiny,” he teases, watching as you become timid under his gaze, eyes trailing down where your thighs shift against the bed.

“would you like to talk about it?” he asks, an edge to his voice as he pulls you closer, sitting up as well, bringing his other hand forward to grasp your chin and pull you closer to his face. “it might make you feel better to get it off your chest.”

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“you really like the name ‘tiny,’ huh?” he says, and although you couldn’t see him, you could hear the smirk in his voice. “seems like you always try to get me to call you that even though you say you hate it.”

“i never said i hated it,” you say.

“yeah? what do you like about it?” yunho asks, as you feel as the bed shifts, assuming yunho had rolled onto his back.

“i guess it just feels endearing,” you begin, rolling onto your back yourself as you close your eyes. “do you like ‘giant?’ “

“mhm,” yunho hums.

“why?” you ask, even though you couldn’t see him in the dark room, you turned your head to the side.

“no one’s actually ever called me that before,” he explains, his voice hushed as it fills the space around you both. “i think it’s cute that you call me that.”

the dark room played in your favor, not allowing yunho to see how his words affect you at that moment as you feel the bed shift once again.

“let’s go to sleep, tiny, we don’t want to be all grumpy tomorrow morning, would we?” he whispers, his face now next to yours as he plants a gentle hiss to your cheek, much like you had surprised him with just a few moments ago.

it was cliché the way you woke to your alarm, lazily reaching your arm to turn it off before you realize your predicament: your back was facing yunho as his arms wrapped loosely around your middle with his legs tangled with yours.

you should have shoved him away once you realized. you should have made your way out of his arms so you could get ready for the day ahead of you both.

should have.

you leaned back into his touch, his arms pulling you proved to be no help as you twisted and turned in his arms till your face was against his chest. “just a little longer, please,” yunho says, his voice strained as he speaks against the crown of your head.

you groan in response, the action meant to be simply that; a response. but because of it being muffled into yunho’s chest, it made it sound more sensual that it was supposed to sound. yunho stiffened, incredibly aware of how the noise affected him, as well as how close you were; his leg between yours, thigh dangerously close to your core as his cock was almost touching your lower abdomen.

he hated having these thoughts right now, especially after he just asked you to stay like this for a little longer.

“yunho,” you say sleepily, your voice catching him off guard as you look up as him, chin resting against his chest as he looks down. “you’re tense.”

“s-sorry,” he whispers, noting the small pout that was on your features. “just got nervous.”

“nervous?” you inquire, your brows furrowing.

“i realized what i had said…” yunho trails off.

“there was nothing wrong with what you said, yunho,” you say, a smile on your lips as he lets out a sigh of relief. “you’re cute when you’re shy.”

“hey, you can’t say that,” yunho says, his smile only growing as he rocks you in his arms.

“why not?” you say, your voice coming out warped as he continues moving you both.

“i’m supposed to say that when you’re shy!”

“i wont get shy!” you retaliate.

it was strange how quickly yunho moved, one moment he was holding you against his chest but now he hovered over you, one hand against the pillow you rested on while the other was planted next to your waist.

your eyes widened slightly, and yunho smirked down at you as he took notice. “you won’t get shy, huh?” he taunts, watching as you gulp.

“no,” you say, hoping your voice comes out more confident than you were feeling currently; yunho laughs.

“remember yesterday? that little stunt you pulled?” he says, his voice just above a whisper as your eyes meet his. “you were shy then. and now look at you-” he brings up one of his hands, his long fingers grasping your chin as his face comes closer. “-can’t even answer a simple question. keep denying that you’re flustered, it’s entertaining.”

“y-yunho-”

“oh? finally can speak?” yunho teases, his head tilting to the side as a smile plays on his lips. “what is it, y/n?”

there was a second of silence, and you spent it going over what you could possibly tell him. different words and outcomes spun through your mind, leaving you speechless as yunho patiently waited.

you brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, the action causing his ears to redden. the tension began to grow as time went on in this position, the close proximity, longing looks, and hands on each others faces seemed to become too much for yunho as he broke the silence.

“y/n…” yunho starts, whispering as if he was scared that someone was going to hear him. “i’m so sorry.”

“why are you apologizing?” you ask, your brows furrowing confusion as you continue to look up at him. his eyes were unreadable, scanning your face before stopping on your lips for just a second longer than a friend - a coworker - should have, his eyes trailing back towards your own.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, voice soft and unsure. you were able to finally make out emotions in his eyes; nervousness and care. “it’s okay if not-”

“please,” you say, your voice’s volume matching his before he smiles softly, his fingers still planted on your face as he pulls your chin up, your hands feel the warmth on his cheeks as you pull him down.

you could feel how he hesitated, his lips hovering just above yours, the faint feeling of his breath hitting your face making you shudder. you close the distance, your lips meeting his and you can feel his form stiffen above you. he kisses back slowly, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before gliding his tongue across the surface.

his lips were slightly chapped, the roughness a contrast to his gentle movements, his hand moving to cup your cheek as his thumb strokes your skin. pulling away, your lips chase after his as yunho rests his forehead against your own, eyes closed as he kisses the tip of your nose.

pounding on the door caused you both to jump, the loud banging ringing throughout the room as your heartbeat quickened. “hey, idiots! did you not set your alarms?!” seonghwa’s voice could be heard on the other side.

“shit,” yunho says, climbing off of you and the bed, laughing lightly as he grabs your hands. the mood quickly shifts from serious to more playful, you both laughing as yunho grabs clothing from his bag and moves to the bathroom. “we’ll be out in a minute!” yunho yells to the door. “y/n can’t find her shoes!”

“this is NOT my fault!” you yell back, mainly at yunho, but you could hear sohee’s laugh from the other side of the door.

you both changed quicker than you had previously on the entire tour, not caring much about how you looked, mainly because yunho would be changing soon enough with chaebyul, and you really had no reason to get dressed up nicer than casual clothing.

you both rush out the door, nearly running into seonghwa and sohee as they stood out in the hallway as you rush to the hotel lobby. “hongjoong’s been blowing up my phone because of you two,” seonghwa comments as you all rush down the hotel’s hallways, rushing into the luckily vacant elevator before all catching your breaths.

“sorry, i didn’t get up when my alarm went off,” you say, your chest rising and falling as you take breaths in and out.

“it’s fine, don't worry!” sohee says, a smile on her face as she looks at you from the other end of the elevator. “usually it’s you knocking on our door to hurry up.”

you let out a small chuckle the elevator doors opening just in time to see the other ateez members leaving the lobby, and you all slide your masks on before rushing to catch up with the group.

“i’ll see you two at the venue, okay?” you say to seonghwa and yunho before they rush towards their van, yunho looking back at you as you and sohee walking to the van just behind their own.

“anyone who’s ready can come back to wardrobe,” minwoo says, his head peeking through the door to the makeup studio as you worked on hongjoong.

“sounds like you gotta speed up y/n~” hongjoong jokes, his eyes crinkling as he smiles as your frown.

“oh, quiet. i control if you look stupid, be nice to me,” you bite back, a smile of your own on your face as he gasps dramatically.

“i was being nice! i was giving you some advice,” he says, watching as you pull back from him, examining his features and touching up where you thought appropriate.

“whatever, captain,” you say, eyeing him before turning towards your work station. “just get over to minwoo and chae; need you on that stage asap.”

“you sound like more of a captain than me,” he responds, rising from the chair and stretching his limbs. “looks amazing like always, y/n. thank you.”

“it’s my job, hongjoong,” you smile at him through the mirror before he turns to leave the room, following wooyoung out. “you ready, yunho?” you ask, turning to the final man as he scrolled through his phone.

“of course i am,” he answers. “it’s okay if you touch me, y/n.”

“beat me to it,” you say with a smile, watching as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. you began doing his makeup, yunho maintaining his composure as you lean over his form.

“aw, blushing?” you tease, watching as his cheeks redden as he opens his eyes, his ears turning red shortly after.

“as if it doesn’t take just a few words to make you a stuttering mess, barely able to look me in the eyes,” yunho counters, his smile feigning innocence as he looks up at you.

catching his gaze for just a second, you hated the smirk that fell on his lips, definitely noticing how you clenched your jaw and gulped. “just like that,” he whispers, his smirk turning into a toothy grin.

“i hate you so much,” you say back, a light laugh escaping you as he smiles. “keep a straight face, you’ll crease the foundation.”

“how could you say you hate me when you begged me to kiss you this morning?”

“i didn’t beg you,” you say in a matter-of-fact tone.

“really?” yunho presses on. “cause from what i remember, you said ‘please’ in the tiniest little voice; if i was any farther away i wouldn’t have even been able to hear it.”

you break eye contact with him, pulling away to turn towards the desk while you clear your throat. yunho watched you through the mirror, the same smug look still present on his features once you turn back around.

“got nothing to say?” he asks, his voice teasing. deciding to join yunho in whatever game this was, you offer him a small smile before leaning in closer. you saw as his eyes widened when he saw you move forward, only for your face to shift to the side to whisper in his ear.

“did you already forget who asked to kiss me?” you say, noticing how yunho stiffened from your breath against his ear. “you asked so cutely, too. face warm and your ears turning red, kind of like how they are right now.” you say, your voice has this edge to it that yunho wants to hear more of.

it took everything in him to not grab you by your hips and sit you on his lap, have you fall apart for him; eat your words and barely able to speak, knowing you’d give him the most dazed-out, dreamy look once he gave you everything he could.

he wanted you to tell him exactly what you liked so he could do it; make your wildest fantasies into a reality in this very makeup studio. but unfortunately, staff and a few of his group mates still remained in the room.

he hadn’t noticed that you shifted to continue to do his makeup till you pulled completely away, a quick “better make it to chae before she gets upset” leaving your lips as you glance at him through the mirror.

he nods before looking to his side, noticing sohee working on jongho’s makeup as they spoke. turning to look behind him, he sees one other staff member sitting at a small table, too preoccupied by his phone to look in his direction.

yunho stands from the chair, stretching his limbs as he stands behind your form - he’s finding he’s been doing it more and more often as time goes on.

he brings one arm around your shoulder, grasping your jaw in his palm and turning your face to look at him in the mirror before he leans in and kisses your cheek briefly, flashing you a small smile once he pulls back.

“cheer for me, okay?” he says, his eyes soft as he lets go of your face, beginning his short commute to where chaebyul was waiting for him.

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[10:14 am] seonghwa: so you two like,,, arent fighting? [10:14 am] yunho: no??? [10:14 am] seonghwa: you should have said that earlier [10:14 am] yunho: i said i would text you??? [10:14 am] seonghwa: YEAH BUT I GAVE HER DIRTY LOOKS CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE WAS MEAN TO YOU [10:14 am] yunho: SEONGHWA. [10:14 am] yunho: APOLOGIZE RN [10:14 am] seonghwa: I WILL AT THE VENUE [10:14 am] yunho: YOU BETTER.

seonghwa set his phone down in his lap, his lips pressed into a thin line as he feels yunho’s eyes bore into the side of his face from over san’s lap.

“you two good?” san questions. “you’re both very aggressive when you type.”

“oh, it’s no worries, seonghwa!” you say, pulling your hand away from his face as you complete his makeup. “obviously i thought it was a bit odd, but i tried to not take any offense to it!”

“wait, you found it offensive?” seonghwa asks, his tone apologetic as his brows furrow up at you. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!”

“i know, it’s okay!” you say as you stand back, smiling as he stands as well, stretching his limbs as he looks in yunho’s direction.

“anyone who’s ready for wardrobe can come over now, we’re ready to get you all dressed,” chaebyul says, catching the attention of everyone in the room before exiting, a few of the staff and group members leaving as well.

you notice seonghwa hadn’t left yet. “seonghwa, you okay? you can go meet chaebyul now,” you say, catching the attention of the man who was still looking at yunho (and secretly watching as sohee exited as well). he smirks to himself, being sure yunho noticed before turning back to face you.

“i’m okay, just spaced out for a second,” he explains, smiling down at you. “thank you for the amazing makeup, y/n.” he says, outstretching his arms to quickly hug you, being sure to eye yunho as he releases you and takes his leave.

you remained clueless as to what prompted such an action from him, and your body seemed to betray you as heat rose to your cheeks. you furrowed your brows slightly as you gathered yourself, making your way towards yunho’s sitting form as he looked down at his lap.

“are you ready, yunho?” you ask, seeming to take the boy out of his trance as he looks up at you. he gives you a nod and you gather what you need to begin his makeup. you begin applying his foundation, the puff gentle against his skin as it bounces.

“did you like the hug?” he asks out of the blue.

“what do you mean?”

“the hug from seonghwa just now, did you like it?” he repeats, you could feel a bit of tension in the air that surrounded you both, trying your best to clear the atmosphere.

“i mean, i’m never really opposed to hugs, so i guess-” you stop mid-sentence when you feel yunho’s fingers dance over your side, using his other hand to pull your hand away from his face as he looks around the room you two inhabited.

empty.

he leans his head back as he looks at you. “why don’t you ever ask me for hugs then?”

“i didn’t know how you felt about skinship-”

“you do realize i was fighting the urge to hold you last night, right?” he says, and you could feel as his palm presses into your side, holding you in place above him.

“you were?” you ask, your eyes widening at the admission. he nods, his gaze intense before he closes his eyes.

“wooyoung was right, yknow,” he begins again. “about you being oblivious.”

“oh, not this again!” you complain, and you have to keep yourself from cooing at the sight of yunho’s soft smile. “maybe as an apology, if you want to stay with me again-”

“yes.”

“you don’t even know what i was gonna suggest.”

“if it involves you, i don’t need to know anything else.”

“how the hell did you manage to get it in your eye?” you ask as you stand on your toes in an attempt to reach his face, the washcloth in your hand gently rubbing over yunho’s tightly closed eye.

yunho insisted that he try to do the skincare tonight after he noticed you seemed tired; you leaning on sohee while walking up to the hotel room after the concert concluded. still, you felt he at least needed you to be there to provide assistance; you were right.

yunho’s eyes remained shut as he leaned down, making it easier to wipe the soap from his eyes. he felt as your hands gently touched his face, and he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips.

“why are you smiling? isn’t your eye stinging?” you ask.

“well, yeah,” he responds as you pull away, his eyes opening as he looks down at you. “you’re cute.”

“you couldn’t see me until just now.”

“i didn’t need to see you to know you’re cute,” he says matter-of-factly. “everything about you is just so… so cute.”

“why say that all of a sudden?” you question, becoming shy under his soft gaze that was downcast towards you. yunho couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips, one forming on your own as a response.

“i’ve always thought that way of you, y’know that right?” he says, his eyes moving to look at your hands, the washcloth still in your hold. removing the cloth, he holds your hands in his own, your face warming at the action. “i’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

you look down towards your feet, nervously shifting from foot to foot as you feel his eyes trained on the crown of your head. “shy?”

“stop,” you say lightheartedly, not daring to meet his eyes, and by the way his chuckle fills the room you know he’s smiling down at you.

“aww, is y/n shy? is y/n shy because of me?” yunho taunts, the smile never leaving as he leans down, attempting to look at your flushed face as you turn away. he couldn’t help himself; it felt natural to pull you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you as your hands come up to cover your face.

he chuckled to himself, looking down and noticing how your hands still covered your features before he brought his hands to your wrists. he pulled your hands away, taking in your shy smile and closed eyes, thinking you were the absolute cutest thing in the world.

it was unfair, yunho got to embarrass you and you were never able to do the same to him. he always had some kind of comeback or rebuttal to your teasing words when doing his makeup. maybe it’s not words that will make him shy, you think, an idea popping into your head.

as if your actions were being controlled by someone else, you push yourself up onto your toes, yunho’s smile ever present as you place a kiss to his cheek. you’re surprised with your own action, but try to hide it as you take in yunho’s shocked expression. his eyes were wide, a smile still on his face, but now widened in surprise.

“don’t look at me like that after what you just pulled,” yunho breathes out, his gaze soft with furrowed brows, your wrists still in his grasp.

“look at you like what?” you ask, unaware you were giving him any kind of look.

“that look,” yunho begins. your pupils were blown wide, eyes looking at him with an emotion that he could only describe as desire. “like you liked it.”

“what if i did like it?”

“don’t say that.”

“you’re telling me to not do a lot of things, yunho,” you tease, watching as he smiles, moving his hands to encase your own. “what if i wanna do it again?”

“do what again?” yunho responds, wanting to hear you admit what you wanted. his stare was intense, squeezing your hands gently as you gulp. he revels in how your confidence seemed to falter at his words, feeling proud to finally get the upper hand in this situation. “c’mon tiny, tell me what you wanna do.”

you started feeling shy again - much to your dismay - as you lowered your head, looking at his hands holding yours between you two. “you just gotta tell me, baby. you can do that for me, can’t you?

“would you want me to take the lead?” yunho asks, your head still lowered. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to, y/n.”

“i’m just nervous,” you say, watching as one of his hands come up and cup your cheek, lifting your face to finally meet his eyes.

“it’s okay, we can wait till you’re ready.”

you weren’t 100 percent sure what his sentence alluded to, and you were a tad bit shocked when your mind started wandering and you felt nice about getting that kind of response.

[8:04 pm] sohee!!: not sure if you picked up on it yet, but i’m staying with seonghwa tonight [8:04 pm] y/n: 🙄 [8:04 pm] y/n: whatever [8:05 pm] y/n: watching myself get replaced [8:05 pm] sohee!!: oh please [8:05 pm] sohee!!: as if you didn’t replace wooyoung and i with yunho [8:06 pm] y/n: 🚶‍♀️ [8:06 pm] y/n: every1 is so mean 2 me [8:06 pm] y/n: have fun with seonghwa or whatever [8:06 pm] sohee!!: have fun with yunho 🤨

“what are you smiling at?” yunho asks, leaving the bathroom in his sleep attire as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“sohee’s just being funny,” you answer, setting your phone down on the nightstand as yunho turns off the room’s lights. guiding his way to the bed with the bedside lamp, you watch as he jumps onto the bed, his face landing in the pillows as his laugh sounds throughout the room.

“how are you still this energetic?” you ask, adjusting yourself on the bed as he does the same, laying on his side to face you.

“not sure,” he says, a smile on his face as you lean over to turn off the lamp. “goodnight, tiny.”

“goodnight, giant.”

“you really like the name ‘tiny,’ huh?” he says, and although you couldn’t see him, you could hear the smirk in his voice. “seems like you always try to get me to call you that even though you say you hate it.”

“i never said i hated it,” you say.

“yeah? what do you like about it?” yunho asks, as you feel as the bed shifts, assuming yunho had rolled onto his back.

“i guess it just feels endearing,” you begin, rolling onto your back yourself as you close your eyes. “do you like ‘giant?’ “

“mhm,” yunho hums.

“why?” you ask, even though you couldn’t see him in the dark room, you turned your head to the side.

“no one’s actually ever called me that before,” he explains, his voice hushed as it fills the space around you both. “i think it’s cute that you call me that.” the dark room played in your favor, not allowing yunho to see how his words affect you at that moment as you feel the bed shift once again.

“let’s go to sleep, tiny, we don’t want to be all grumpy tomorrow morning, would we?” he whispers, his face now next to yours as he plants a gentle hiss to your cheek, much like you had surprised him with just a few minutes ago.

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“i’m alright, thank you,” yunho replies, lifting himself so he can lay down on the other side of the bed. “goodnight, y/n. thank you for everything.”

“of course, yunho. thank you for trusting me,” you say with a smile, watching as he offers a soft one in return. “goodnight.” you shut off the bedside lamp and nestle yourself under the covers, the warmth captivating you as you close your eyes, partially dreading the next day.

your alarm wasn’t the most pleasant sound in the morning, and it was that way for a reason. having an alarm of minwoo’s singing was an efficient way of waking you up; you would get up so quickly to silence the damn thing.

you sit up in the bed, noticing yunho’s form on his side of the bed before you swing your legs over the edge. sohee’s bed was empty, no kind of note indicating she came back, and you instantly went into panic.

you quickly put on a pair of shoes, making your way around the hotel room before finding the door. you open it, the hall’s light illuminating into your dark room before you knock on seonghwa’s door.

“good morning, y/n,” he starts. “don’t worry, i set my ala-”

“do you know where sohee is?”

“oh, yeah. she spent the night with me. didn’t want to intrude on you and yunho’s little… moment,” seonghwa finishes, his tone teasing as he leans against the doorframe.

“we didn’t have any kind of moment, seonghwa.”

“you’re really gonna tell me that as if sohee and i didn’t come back to you two in the same bed,” he pressed on, the smile on his face growing as you try to rationalize it.

“we didn’t want sohee without a bed when she came back!”

“and you’re gonna tell me that as if i didn’t see yunho wear that shirt before?” seonghwa says, his finger pointing accusingly at you - and more importantly - yunho’s shirt that still adorned your body.

“you just can’t give me a break, huh?” you say. “you do realize i control how your makeup comes out, right?”

“okay, you can not use that against me cause your job would be in jeopardy,” seonghwa points out, noting how your face shifts to one of dissatisfaction.

“whatever,” you sigh. “just tell sohee to come to our room as soon as she can, please?”

“can do, boss,” seonghwa says sarcastically, a smile on his face as he motions his head towards your room. “better go wake up yunho, he’s a bit of a sleepyhead.”

you offer him a nod before disappearing back into your room, turning on the lights as you let out a sigh. “y/n?” you hear from the bed, realizing you woke yunho before you meant to.

“sorry for waking you.”

“you didn’t wake me, don’t worry,” he says, reaching his arms in front of him in an attempt to stretch his aching limbs. “you left?”

“yeah, went to talk with seonghwa-”

“why?” he questions, cutting you off.

“sohee wasn’t here this morning, wanted to see if he knew where she was,” you say, noting the slight hint of jealousy in his voice. “she stayed with seonghwa.”

“okay,” he says dryly. you took it as nothing more than him being tired still; seonghwa did call him a sleepyhead, after all.

“c’mon, we gotta get ready to go to the venue,” you sigh, not entirely ready to go back to the rushed atmosphere of being backstage. you grab some clothes from your suitcase before walking into the bathroom, being sure to close the door behind you as you hear yunho rustling to get up.

“i’ll be back, going to get clothes!” you hear yunho yell through the door before the slight vibration of the hotel room's door closing makes its way throughout the floor.

yunho knocks on the closed door of his and seonghwa’s room before it opens quickly. “oh, good morning, yunho!” sohee says with a smile, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

“i just need to grab some clothes then i’ll be out,” he says, watching as sohee nods and steps aside to let him through.

yunho clears his throat as he sees seonghwa in the bathroom brushing his teeth and offering him a small nod. he rummages quickly through his bag, finding comfortable clothes before standing and leaving the room, offering a small wave to both seonghwa and sohee before heading back to you.

“you almost ready? we have to meet in the lobby in a few minutes,” yunho hears your voice sound throughout the room as you sit on the edge of the bed, sliding on your shoes.

“just have to change,” yunho answers shortly, earning a nod from you as he enters the bathroom.

he got to take a quick glance at your outfit before he disappeared, and what he saw made his breathing labored. it wasn’t much different from what you usually wore; a simple long sleeve with jeans - but he couldn’t help but notice how the sleeves were rolled up, indicating they were too long for your arms.

he took a deep breath as he changed his clothes, trying to think about things that turn him off because his mind had wandered too far.

but even then, he couldn’t help but think about your form under - or even above - him, his hand on your cheek and his thumb wiping away your tears. how it would be a struggle to fit inside you, the way you would sound begging and pleading for him to keep going.

shit, yunho thought as he looked in his reflection, noting the very obvious bulge in his boxers. everything he tried to think about somehow went back to you, and it definitely did not help that you were on the other side of the door waiting for him.

he quickly put on his jeans, trying his best to readjust them in a way that made his boner less noticeable. taking a deep breath and splashing his face with water, he prepares himself to leave the small room.

yunho exits the bathroom, his old clothes in his hands as he looks around the hotel room, noticing your figure still in the same spot. “ready to go?” you ask, your attention shifting to yunho as his gaze fixes on you, his mouth slightly agape and cheeks flushed.

he was trying his hardest to use the small pile of clothes he held to cover his crotch; he decided it was probably best to try and not look at you for a few minutes, to try and distract himself. he nodded and watched as you stood, the lower hem of your shirt falling much lower than he thought it would; your shirt truly was too large.

he cleared his throat before he grabbed his shoes from the floor, not even bothering to put them on before he exited the room. you gave the back of his head a confused glance, unaware as to what caused the shift in his behavior, but didn’t question it nonetheless.

“seonghwa,” yunho asks, seeing seonghwa in the hallway outside of his room. “do you know what our wardrobe looks like today?”

“why would i know?” seonghwa responds, noting how yunho seems uneasy, his cheeks flushed and posture hunched as he held his clothes. “it’s most likely similar to what we wore to the last concerts.”

yunho lets out a sigh; if somehow his hard-on hadn’t gone down by that time, at least he knew he would have a longer shirt on and a long jacket for a majority of the concert. a wave of relief washes over him, and seonghwa doesn’t fail to notice. “what’s got you all worked up anyways?”

“i’ll text you about it later,” yunho says. “i have to put my pajamas back.”

“why not just put them back in y/n’s room? you’ll probably sleep there again tonight,” seonghwa says, a smile playing on his lips as he nudges him with his elbow.

“please, don’t talk about her right now-”

“woah, did something happen?” seonghwa questions eagerly, thinking you had done something make yunho upset, or maybe even vice versa.

“i said i’d text you about it later,” yunho whispers as you exit the room, making sure everything is locked before making your way towards them. sohee emerges as well, yunho nodding towards her as a greeting before walking inside the room.

seonghwa felt awkward; he knows something happened, but isn’t sure what, and doesn’t know who was at fault for yunho acting so strangely. even then, he couldn’t help the side-eye he pointed your way.

[10:14 am] seonghwa: ??? [10:14 am] yunho: you realize we’re right next to each other in the van right [10:14 am] seonghwa: what you said earlier made it seem like it was a secret [10:15 am] seonghwa: do you want the others to know about it or just me? [10:15 am] yunho: just you for now [10:15 am] yunho: i dont know what im doing anymore [10:15 am] seonghwa: i agree [10:15 am] seonghwa: dont know context, but im sure you’re clueless [10:15 am] yunho: >:( [10:15 am] yunho: anyways [10:15 am] yunho: y/n and i slept in the same bed right [10:15 am] seonghwa: WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME AS IF I WOULD KNOW??? [10:16 am] yunho: ITS A RHETORICAL QUESTION [10:16 am] yunho: WE SLEPT IN THE SAME BED. [10:16 am] seognhwa: yunho i do NOT want to hear where this went [10:16 am] yunho: STFU [10:16 am] yunho: we didn’t do anything [10:16 am] seonghwa: so then what’s the issue [10:16 am] yunho: the issue is that i think im starting to like her [10:17 am] seonghwa: oh thats not that bad [10:17 am] yunho: ???!$#@$@ [10:17 am] seonghwa: oh youre like,, serious [10:17 am] yunho: YES SEONGHWA IM SERIOUS [10:17 am] yunho: HELP [10:17 am] yunho: WHAT DO I DO??? [10:17 am] seonghwa: idk maybe tell her??? idiot??? [10:18 am] yunho: yeah like i can just go up to her and say that [10:18 am] seonghwa: you literally can [10:18 am] seonghwa: so you two like,,, arent fighting? [10:18 am] yunho: no??? [10:18 am] seonghwa: you should have said that earlier [10:18 am] yunho: i said i would text you??? [10:18 am] seonghwa: YEAH BUT I GAVE HER DIRTY LOOKS CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE WAS MEAN TO YOU [10:18 am] yunho: SEONGHWA. [10:18 am] yunho: APOLOGIZE RN [10:19 am] seonghwa: I WILL AT THE VENUE [10:19 am] yunho: YOU BETTER.

seonghwa set his phone down in his lap, his lips pressed into a thin line as he feels yunho’s eyes bore into the side of his face from over san’s lap.

“you two good?” san questions. “you’re both very aggressive when you type.”

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18+ content - minors dni; it is dangerous for both you and me. ... synopsis: you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. ... pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader ... genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut ... wc: 1970 ... warnings: nothing i noticed, let me know if i missed anything!!! <3

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oddly enough, this embrace would normally have you both be stuttering messes, but this felt different; it felt raw. you had only seen yunho in such a vulnerable state like this one other time.

you were making your rounds around the office, making sure that doors were closed on your commute to your vehicle.

a light beamed from underneath a practice room door, and you opened it absentmindedly. you weren’t expecting to see a sweaty yunho sitting on the dance room floor with his head in his palms.

you were going to leave him, not feeling like you knew enough about him to intrude on his personal issues, until you heard a small sob fall from his lips.

it was like instinct, the way you walked inside and sat next to him, gently pulling his hands from his face as he looked at you, eyes widened slightly as he softly cleared his throat.

you wordlessly pulled your sleeved just over your palms, dabbing away his tears as he looked at you softly.

after a few minutes, he explained what was the cause of his troubles, and he admired how attentive you were when listening, nodding your head so he knew you were paying attention.

he asked you to forget the incident ever happened; that he was much stronger now and that he just needed to let it out.

you could never forget that moment, no matter how hard you tried. he was so stressed in the beginning of his career and now he is soaring, you were incredibly proud of him then just as you are now, and you made sure he knew that.

from that moment on, he knew getting close to you would be dangerous for him.

yunho was able to stabilize his breathing, his form less shaky as his sniffles died down.

“y-y/n?” yunho says, lifting his head from the crook of your neck to finally see you clearly - or, as clearly as his tear-glazed eyes would let him. “i-i’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

“yunho, don’t apologize,” you say, your words clear and concise as they flow into the air between the two of you. “i’m happy i was here.”

you watch as tears well in yunho’s eyes again, a small sob escaping his lips before he rests his forehead against your shoulder once again. “i-i’m scared, y/n.” he begins, his voice breaking again.

“what are you scared of?” you ask, unaware of what he was talking about.

“i’ve never felt this way towards anyone, at l-least not in a long time,” he says, letting go of you to slide his back down the counter and sitting on the cold tile floor. you follow suit, placing yourself next to his stretched out legs as you face him.

he rests his head against the counter behind him, taking a deep inhale of breath before he speaks again. “i knew when you first h-helped me, in the dance room, you were dangerous for me. you would get me to break my contract before i even debuted.

“i guess that could ex-plain why it seems like i always avoided you, it wasn’t int-tentional, i promise-”

“i know it was never intentional, yunho. it’s okay,” you comfort, your palm instinctively resting on his knee and rubbing small circles on the material of his jeans. “i can understand it’s scary.”

“you can?”

“mhm,” you hum, nodding your head as you give him a soft smile. he sniffles lightly, and you reach over to grab a washcloth - similar to the ones you used to dry his face with - and pat his face of his tears, deciding your sleeves probably wouldn’t do much to help. “it’s scary when you start feeling that way.”

“have you ever felt that way?” yunho asks, his eyes finding yours through his teary eyes, his features softening once he does.

“felt what way?”

“felt, like… afraid of- y’know, falling for someone…” yunho trails off nervously. you take a second to think. you have been in past relationships, and sure you were nervous at the start, but it always faded with time.

the more you thought about your response, it dawned on you. why you would become nervous around him, why you would get shy from close interactions:

you were afraid, too.

“i, uh… i have felt that way before, yeah,” you finally answer, catching his eyes once again.

he stays silent, not wanting to bear the possible disappointment of asking who it was with. he looks down to his lap, his fingers fiddling with one another before he looks to your hand that still rests on his knee.

he gulps, hesitantly reaching forward to hold your hand in his. his breathing calmed and his sniffling slowly died down as he held your hand. you just watched him, watched how he silently played with your fingers within his own.

certain words seemed to sting the tip of your tongue, as if wishing to escape but your lips remained closed. you contemplated the negative outcomes of your words, deciding it’s best to try and help him as much as you could.

“would you like to stay here tonight?” you ask, catching the attention of the boy as his fingers come to halt. “it’s probably stressful to have those thoughts on top of your work. if you’d like, we can do another skincare night?” you say, a soft smile on your features.

you watch as his eyes light up the tiniest bit, quickly nodding.

“i’ll go grab everything.”

“are you tired?” yunho asks from his spot on the bed. seonghwa and sohee left you a message saying they were going to get something more filling than chips and candies to eat, and that they would be back in a bit, which left you and yunho to yourselves.

“i am a little bit, but i still have some energy left,” you say, letting a smile form on your lips as you watch his relaxed form. he seemed to be in a better mood than before, his usual vitamin-like personality coming back as he flashed you a bright smile.

you two had come to the conclusion that yunho would stay in your room that night, but now it came to an issue; where yunho would sleep.

sohee was meant to come back - but because of her lack of response to your messages - you didn't know when. so, as the night drew to a close, you were met with a predicament: let yunho sleep in sohee’s bed, assuming she would not come back for the night (and would be staying with seonghwa) or assume she will be coming back, and allow yunho to share a bed with you.

“what do you think is the best idea?” you ask, going over your thought process with the man in front of you.

he seemed hesitant to respond, his eyebrows furrowing the smallest bit before he answered. “well, we wouldn’t want sohee without a bed, right? and if you aren't comfortable with me being in the same one as you, i can always take the floor-”

“no, if anything, i take the floor,” you deadpan.

“i’m fine with sharing a bed if you are,” yunho says, not wishing for you to sleep on the floor when he could easily just create a pillow barrier between the two of you if you felt more comfortable with that.

you didn’t respond, only nodding in acknowledgement. “i’ll get ready for bed, then. do you need anything from your room?” you ask, to which he nods and rises from his spot on the bed.

“can you come to my room with me?” he asks as he makes his way to the corner of the hallway.

“yeah,” you say, simply grabbing your keycard as well as your toothbrush and making your way to his room with him.

he assumed you grabbed your things so he wouldn’t have to bring his over there, which he was grateful for. “sorry, seonghwa may seem neat, but he’s actually a bit messy,” yunho laughs, looking down at the floor to the scattered clothes that belonged to his roommate.

“isn’t that your shirt, though?” you ask, smiling to yourself as you point to the floor.

“well, yeah-”

“and those look like your-”

“okay, that’s enough of that,” yunho says, placing one of his hands over your mouth to stop you from speaking as he drags you towards the bathroom. you laugh, the sound being barely audible due to his hand that remained over your mouth until you both looked at the other’s reflection in the mirror.

he lowers his hand, opting to wrap them around your shoulders. “y’know, i never actually took in your height until just now,” yunho says, resting his chin on your head, even going as far as to hunch his back to dramatize the height difference.

“yeah, as if you weren’t like ‘i’m that much bigger than you, huh?’ when i asked you to lean down to do touch ups,” you say, giving him an unamused look through the mirror, to which he just offered you a cheeky grin.

“okay, whatever,” yunho says. “maybe i just wanted to tease you about it again.” he removes his hands from your shoulders and reaches for his toothbrush.

you both continue in silence, yunho trying to get you to laugh and failing because you knew of the consequences. quickly finishing, you leave the bathroom and sit on one of the beds patiently.

“are you ready?” yunho asks as he shuts off the bathroom light, turning towards you with a smile on his face. you nod, standing from your spot and you notice yunho crouch to search through his suitcase. “i actually wanted to see what you looked like in this before we left.”

yunho pulls out one of his shirts and holds it out in front of you. “why?”

“what? am i not allowed to wonder what you would look like in my clothes?” yunho says, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stands in front of you.

“you are,” you answer. “just never thought you would say it so openly.” you continue, grabbing the shirt from his hands before making your way towards the bathroom once again. you laugh as you look in the mirror, finding odd comfort in being surrounded by something that smelt like him.

you step out of the bathroom, finding yunho sitting in the same spot on the bed that you were on. he looks up and his eyes widened as a smile and blush makes its way onto his face, finding you in his clothing adorable.

“you look cute,” he says, not so much thinking about his words before he stands. “how does it feel?”

“it’s comfortable.”

“why don’t you wear it to bed then, hm?” yunho suggests, and the comment causes warmth to fall on your cheeks. you nod, your shirt still in your hands along with your toothbrush as you both walk out of the room, going back to your own.

“ready for bed?” yunho asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching as you walk towards your side.

“yeah, do you want any water or anything?” you ask, making sure your alarms are set before setting your phone down on the nightstand.

“i’m alright, thank you,” yunho replies, lifting himself so he can lay down on the other side of the bed. “goodnight, y/n. thank you for everything.”

“of course, yunho. thank you for trusting me,” you say with a smile, watching as he offers a soft one in return. “goodnight.” you shut off the bedside lamp and nestle yourself under the covers, the warmth captivating you as you close your eyes, partially dreading the next day.

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the movie was hard to focus on when yunho was sitting right next to you, his muscular thigh was barely grazing yours from how you were sitting. you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift from his thighs to his hands that held a small chip bag.

in reality, the chip bag wasn’t really that small, but from how his entire palm cupped it with such ease, it could easily be mistaken as some kind of miniature version of the real thing.

“do you want one?” you were brought out of your trance-like state when you heard yunho whisper, his eyes on you with a small smirk on his face. he takes one hand and dips it into the bag, pulling out a chip. “open for me.”

you visibly gulp before doing as he had asked without a second thought, opening your mouth and allowing him to place the snack on your tongue. he watched you with an intense gaze; the way you so quickly responded, how you looked up at him patiently, he felt selfish for wanting more.

“thank you,” you mumble shyly once you finish chewing, the smirk never leaving yunho’s face as he watches you look back at the tv, your fingers fiddling in your lap.

“of course, tiny,” he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear - for no other reason than to not disturb sohee or seonghwa, of course. “if you ever want more, just ask.”

the slight teasing tone his sentence was laced with had you on edge, acutely aware of how close he was to you and every move he made. unbeknownst to you, he was doing the same thing; watching your form as you kept your eyes fixed on the movie in front of you both.

he noted how the light from the screen illuminated your skin in the most beautiful way possible, and he smiled softly at the sight.

“my back is killing me, i’m gonna go on the bed for a bit,” you say, preparing to stand before yunho takes hold of one of your wrists.

“can i go, too?” he asks, the smile turning into a subtle smirk. “my back is hurting a bit, as well.”

you nod cautiously, walking to your bed and propping up a few pillows so you could still see the screen from where you were. yunho sat beside you, sighing to himself when his back met the pillows you had laid down.

he was just as close as he was when you two were on the floor, “is it okay that i’m here with you?” he asks, while he was mainly referencing the proximity, he also wanted to know how you felt about him in the same bed as you. not for any sexual reasons; he wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing any of your boundaries.

“yes, it’s okay,” you respond, not trusting your voice to produce more than a few words. he adjusts himself, getting more comfortable in his spot.

“how invested are you in the movie?” yunho asks, his head leaning down so he can whisper quietly.

“i haven’t been paying a lot of attention to it,” you say truthfully, a light laugh falling from your lips.

yunho nods, a smile present on his face before he stretches and does the cliché arm-around-the-shoulder move you only really see in movies. you chuckle lightly at his antics as he looks down at you, his face much closer than it was before.

“what?” he asks, a smile present on his face.

“nothing, you’re just funny,” you say, not pressing further into why he actually did it, thinking that it had something to do with the half-confession you two shared earlier in the week.

you continue to watch the movie with yunho by your side, his arm over your shoulder and you could feel his exhales faintly against your cheek. you became very aware of the close proximity, your fingers beginning to fidget in your lap.

yunho took notice of this, but kept silent, only leaning his cheek against the crown of your head, the action causing your breath to hitch the slightest bit.

he was testing the waters; any sign of a negative reaction would have him stopping in his tracks and apologizing profusely. so when you snuggled into him more, your back leaning against his chest and the crown of your head moving to the underside of his chin, he knew that you were as okay with this as he was.

he couldn’t help the smile that slowly started forming on his features as well as the way he felt his ears grow warm. you felt comfortable around him; comfortable enough to lay in such a position with him.

his thoughts slowly took over and completely muted the sound coming from the tv in front of him. he liked you more than a friend, he liked you more than just in a perverted way. although he wanted to do many unspeakable things with and to you, he also wanted to do what he saw in cheesy romance movies.

going to the park, coffee shops, movies, even just a regular stay-in-night like this one; but instead of cuddling platonically, he wanted to cuddle as a couple. he wished to openly express his infatuation for you, without fear of the company or losing his or your job. he wanted to be there for you in many ways, and he wanted you to be with him for the same.

yunho came to this realization long ago; specifically after he joined KQ. he wanted to be there for someone and he wanted someone to be there for him. that’s it, but for some reason, that was always so hard for him to find.

maybe that's why he was unintentionally avoiding you at first like mingi and wooyoung said you thought. maybe something told him to stay away and he unknowingly followed. maybe something knew he would become too attached.

what if whatever was trying to protect him did so because you would end up rejecting him, just as the others had? what if he’s looking and reading into things too much and not thinking that there's the possibility of rejection solely because you seem to reciprocate feelings?

falling into a hole - remembering his past luck with relationships and finding one - yunho’s breathing became more jagged, uninvited feelings making themselves known in his body as he found himself overthinking.

did you actually reciprocate anything? or was it just his lovestruck mind that took everything in as reciprocated?

lovestruck.

lovestruck?

was he in love with you? it was a question he never bothered to even ask himself, nor entertain the possibility of. of course, he adored everything about you, but could he go as far to say that he loved you?

the term felt so foreign; as if he had been trying to push away the mere existence of the term for years (which he had been). now, everything came crashing down once the word flowed into his mind as if it was the most natural thing to have ever happened to him.

he was in love with you?

overwhelmed with emotions, yunho quickly sat up, being sure to lay your form gently against the pillows and giving you a small smile before he rushed into your hotel room’s bathroom.

you didn’t mention it, but in the split second that you saw his face before he disappeared, you noted his red ears and slightly teary eyes. maybe you were just seeing things; the dim light hadn’t done much to help you in this situation.

it had to at least have been a few minutes before you heard something crash in the bathroom, deciding it was time to check in on yunho. unless he somehow managed to fall while going to the bathroom, there shouldn’t have been that noise.

“i’ll be right back,” you say, catching the attention of the pair who still sat on the floor, in a similar position you and yunho were in earlier.

“would you like me to pause it?” seonghwa asks, his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of you seeing the two of them like this.

“no, you can continue playing it, i shouldn’t take long,” you say, smiling before disappearing down the small hallway and knocking on the bathroom door.

“yunho? is everything alright?” you ask, voice just loud enough to breach through the wood before it opens, an arm bursting through the crack of the door and pulling you inside.

it was strange, one moment you were knocking on the wooden exterior of the door and now your cheek was pressed against yunho’s chest - his arms wrapped around you as his breaths seemed labored as they cascaded across your neck and shoulder.

“y-yunho? are you okay?” you ask cautiously as your arms wrap around him as well, not wanting to push him further into whatever he was dealing with. “if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay-”

“can we just stay l-like this, just for a few min-nutes?” he asks, his voice broken as you felt tears breach the material of your shirt.

you nod, feeling yunho’s embrace tighten around your form as he backs up so he can lean against the countertop. seconds pass and neither of you dare to talk, not wanting to interrupt the dense atmosphere you both found yourself in.

the room’s silence was only broken by occasional sniffles and deep inhales and exhales, never going so far as to speak any words into existence. you two stay like this, with one another and relishing in the close proximity of you both.

oddly enough, this embrace would normally have you both be stuttering messes, but this felt different; it felt raw. you had only seen yunho in such a vulnerable state like this one other time; a time you were supposed to rip away from your memory.

you were making your rounds around the office, making sure that doors were closed on your commute to your vehicle.

a light beamed from underneath a practice room door, and you opened it absentmindedly. you weren’t expecting to see a sweaty yunho sitting on the dance room floor with his head in his palms.

you were going to leave him, not feeling like you knew enough about him to intrude on him, until you heard a small sob fall from his lips.

it was like instinct, the way you walked inside and sat next to him, gently pulling his hands from his face as he looked at you, eyes widened slightly as he softly cleared his throat.

you wordlessly pulled your sleeves just over your palms, dabbing away his tears as he looked at you softly.

after a few minutes, he explained what was the cause of his troubles, and he admired how attentive you were when listening, nodding your head so he knew you were paying attention.

he asked you to forget the incident ever happened; that he was much better now and that he just needed to let it out.

you could never forget that moment, no matter how hard you tried. he was so stressed in the beginning of his career and now he is soaring, you were incredibly proud of him then just as you are now, and you made sure he knew that.

from that moment on, he knew getting close to you would be dangerous for him.

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18+ content - minors dni; it is dangerous for both you and me. ... synopsis: you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. ... pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader ... genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut ... wc: 1959 ... warnings: petname (tiny), implied size kink, let me know if i missed anything!!! <3

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“then why are you acting like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re weary,” you say, laughing slightly at the conversation as you look up to him. “you have nothing to be nervous about, it’s just me.”

that’s why he was nervous. it was you.

his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, mustering up enough courage to bring his palm to rest against your cheek, an action you have done while doing his makeup or doing skin care.

you watched as he leaned down, his eyes scanning your face for any unsure look. there was none.

he brought his face down and kissed your forehead softly, the action causing a blush to rise on your cheeks. he felt your face warm under his hand, a smile forming on his face as he pulled away.

the sight in front of him was indescribable, your face flushed in his hand with your eyes full of wonder and - what he thought was - admiration. he never wanted to stop seeing you like this.

but unfortunately, he had to rest.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, tiny.”

you stay where you sat, watching yunho turn the corner that leads to the front door with your mouth slightly agape. yunho let out a deep sigh once he made sure he was out of your view, feeling his foot kick something on the floor.

looking down, he was able to make out the shape of your suitcase you had tripped on earlier, and his mind went to darker places.

he looked behind him briefly, making sure you weren’t there before opening the suitcase, rummaging neatly, quickly, and quietly through the bag before he found what he was hoping to find: a pair of your panties.

he pulled them out and quickly put them in his sweatshirt pocket. he stood up, making his way toward the front door and exiting, the door making a small click! sound as he left.

“y’know, i’ve always enjoyed flying, but the people on planes really get on my nerves sometimes,” sohee yawns from beside you as you walk to baggage claim with the rest of the staff.

“yeah. some people just don’t have common decency when it comes to things they believe they’re entitled to,” you agree, watching as chaebyul nudges minwoo awake from beside you.

“you’re going to fall over if you don’t stay awake,” chaebyul scolds, the man making a low grumble noise.

“i tried sleeping on the plane,” minwoo says, trying to defend himself. “i couldn’t get any.”

“if you fall over, i’m not helping you up,” chaebyul deadpans, causing you and sohee to laugh as minwoo groans again.

“at least after this we can just go back to the hotel rooms, you can rest as much as you want for the rest of the day before we have to prepare the venue tomorrow,” sohee mentions.

minwoo nods in understanding as you all wait at baggage claim. the other staff looked all just as tired as minwoo, even sohee and chaebyul’s energy seemed to be down. despite being up so early this morning to hang out with yunho, you were oddly wide awake.

you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about last night - or this morning, rather. you could still feel the faint warmth of yunho's lips against your forehead and the feeling of his hand on your cheek. remembering how he looked down at you caused a shiver to run along your spine.

you could feel your face heat up, warmth creeping up your neck and spreading around your face. “y/n, you okay?” minwoo asks as you watch him grab your bag from the belt. “almost let it pass.”

“sorry, guess i’m a little tired myself,” you say, lying through your teeth as to not raise questions and giving him an apologetic smile as he places your bag next to you.

yunho watched from a distance - he truly didn’t mean to stare, but watching as minwoo voluntarily grabbed your bag for you made him feel… something. he wouldn’t call it jealousy, but he definitely did not like what he saw.

he looked away and back to where the belt was, keeping watch for his own bag as the others passed by.

“you were one of those kids that parents had to put on those backpack-leashes, weren’t you,” you say, watching as yunho sprinted down the halls of the new hotel, leaving his roommate for this hotel - seonghwa - to drag his suitcase for him.

“oh, he definitely was,” seonghwa says to you and sohee as you continue down the hall.

“seonghwa, i found it!” yunho yells from the other end.

“quiet, yunho! there’s probably more people in these rooms,” you scold, seonghwa letting out a laugh as yunho pouts - even with the distance, he was still able to see his jutted out bottom lip and his close knitted brows.

you three catch up to yunho, who was standing proudly in front of two doors before grabbing his keycard, opening one of the doors and allowing seonghwa inside.

“remember, they want us to meet in the lobby at noon, we have to go scout the venue and prepare for tomorrow,” you say, looking at the two boys from the doorway as sohee opens your room. “set an alarm if you think you’ll forget.”

“thank you, y/n. i’ll do that,” seonghwa responds before disappearing into the room.

“i’ll see you later, then?” yunho questions, leaning against his door frame as sohee walks inside.

“well, yeah. we have to go to the venue, remember?” you tease, your lips curling into a smile as you look at the taller man. “unless you plan to avoid me.”

“why would i ever avoid you?” yunho questions, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i already told you how i would like you all to myself.”

the reminder of that statement caused your body to tense, your breath hitching the tiniest bit as yunho watched, returning your smile before disappearing into his hotel room.

“and you didn’t think to tell me this sooner? holy shit, y/n!” sohee says, smiling in disbelief. you had just told her about the small moment of intimacy you and yunho had shared the night before, all while she was unconscious on the bed next to you both.

“at this point, i feel like i looked into things too deeply with seonghwa,” sohee sighs, laying down against the bed as she stared up at the ceiling.

“y’know how they say the more often you do something, the more you will start to like it as time goes on?” chaebyul says, taking a bite of her small pastry as you all sit on the floor of the concert venue. “it’s been four and a half years and i still fucking hate unloading trucks.”

“i really enjoy doing makeup still, it’s fun,” minwoo teases, smiling and laughing as chaebyul raises her hand to throw her pastry at him.

“oh, fuck off,” she says, you, sohee, and minwoo all laughing at her antics before continuing to eat.

it wasn’t rare to see chaebyul and minwoo bickering, they have both been in the company the longest out of the four of you, and they gravitated towards each other (at least that’s what minwoo says what happened. chaebyul says minwoo just followed her around until she acknowledged him).

“are all of the wardrobes inside?” you hear your manager say from behind you, turning your body to face him as he looks at chaebyul.

“yes, sir. they’re all ready for tomorrow.”

“perfect, it seems we’ll be ready to head back to the hotel in about ten minutes,” he says. “you all can start packing your things, we’ll be back here tomorrow at eleven.”

you internally sigh, dreading having to wake up early once again. but alas, you need money and if you refused to do work, they might abandon you here; you had no choice but to comply.

tomorrow is going to be a long day.

“i can’t even begin to describe how tired i am right now,” you say, a yawn escaping you as you land on the soft bed, your limbs sprawled out as sohee chuckles.

“i guess the missing sleep you got from going out with yunho finally hit you, huh?” sohee says, you could hear the smile on her lips as she grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels the hotel had to offer before her phone buzzes. “seonghwa texted me?”

her mumbled sentence piqued your interest and you turned your head to the side to see her figure examining her phone. “they’re meeting up at wooyoung and yeosang’s room, you wanna go?”

“not really, i’m too tired. tell them i’ll sit out, you can go if you want to. i’m sure minwoo and chaebyul are going as well,” you say, your voice slightly muffled as your cheek was still pressed against the sheets.

“if you aren’t going then neither am i,” sohee smiles before typing out a response to the man, only for her phone to go off again shortly after. her face contorts to one of confusion that caught your attention before you sat up straight.

“what?”

“they want to know if they can hang out with us,” sohee starts, she was reading off seonghwa’s messages as they came through to her. “he said that him and yunho are pretty tired as well, but still wanted to offer,” she pauses. “they also said they’d bring snacks.”

“they can come over.”

“they don’t offer as many movies as the last hotel did,” seonghwa says as his eyes scan the tv before him. you were all sitting on the floor, your backs leaning against the edge of the bed with all of the snacks yunho and seonghwa brought on the floor in front of you all.

it wasn’t the most comfortable place to watch a movie, but none of you wanted to deal with the “should-we-all-sit-on-the-same-bed” conversation. this option seemed safe and - luckily - no one opposed the idea.

“is everyone okay if we watch this one?” seonghwa asks, his gaze shifting from each of us as we all nod. “alright.”

you get up and turn off the light, the sun was just low enough to where it wasn’t beaming through the window, and the tv in front of you all illuminated the room just enough to see which snack you were picking up.

the movie was hard to focus on when yunho was sitting right next to you, his muscular thigh was barely grazing yours from how you were sitting. you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift from his thighs to his hands that held a small chip bag.

in reality, the chip bag wasn’t that small, but from how his entire palm cupped it with such ease, it could easily be mistaken as some kind of miniature version of the real thing.

“do you want one?” you were brought out of your trance-like state when you hear yunho whisper, his eyes on you with a small smirk on his face. he takes one hand and dips it into the bag, pulling out a chip. “open for me.”

you visibly gulp before doing as he had asked without a second thought, opening your mouth and allowing him to place the snack on your tongue. he watched you with an intense gaze; the way you so quickly responded, how you looked up at him patiently - he felt selfish for wanting more.

“thank you,” you mumble shyly once you finish chewing, the smirk never leaving yunho’s face as he watched you look back at the tv, your fingers fiddling in your lap.

“of course, tiny,” he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear for no other reasons than to not disturb sohee or seonghwa, of course. “if you ever want more, just ask.”

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18+ content - minors dni; it is dagerous for both you and me. ... synopsis: you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. ... pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader ... genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut ... wc: 2761 ... warnings: male masturbation, yunho having perverted thoughts, yunho displaying perverted actions, let me know if i missed anything !!

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[12:59 am] y/n: what is yunho doing [12:59 am] jongho: sleeping idk [12:59 am] y/n: okay fine what does it look like hes doing [1:00 am] jongho: you literally??? have his number??? [1:00 am] jongho: text him??? yourself??? [1:00 am] y/n: no hes being mean [1:00 am] jongho: so i need to beat him up is what youre saying [1:00 am] y/n: no [1:01 am] jongho: actually [1:01 am] jongho: he’s not even here [1:01 am] y/n: ? [1:01 am] jongho: hes showering i think [1:02 am] y/n: thats more info than i wanted jongho [1:02 am] jongho: <3 [1:02 am] jongho: go to sleep now, we have the flight tomorrow

yunho couldn’t help it, you were so oblivious. you didn’t have a clue in the world all of the sinful situations he thinks of you two in when he softly smiles at you. you have no idea how he wishes to watch you break under him from small touches as you do his makeup.

it was too many thoughts for his body to handle without taking any action.

the warm water glided down his body, covering his hair and skin as he leaned against the shower wall, his hard cock in his hands with you on his mind. your figure under him, you begging to be filled with his cum as he holds you down with his hands alone; the mere image of it all made it difficult to face you every day.

you had no idea he viewed you in such detail, imagining what every part of your body looked like, how your pussy would feel as it clenched around his cock, how your tiny fingers would feel in his mouth, or vice versa; he wanted to experience all of you, and he wanted you to experience all of him, as well.

he wanted to kiss every part of your skin, watch small bruises form under the pads of his fingers, bring you to tears because of how good he made you feel. he wanted to deny you orgasms, make you beg for him to pound into you harder and deeper.

a staggered moan left his lips as his hand quickened, the image of you on top of him, his cock so deep inside you that you were shaking, pushing him over the edge as he thrusted up into his hand.

he felt the slightest bit lightheaded as his cum shot up and onto his lower chest, quickly being washed away by the water. sighing to himself, he steps back under the water, running his now washed hands through his wet hair.

he allows the water to run over his face, the warmth calming his nerves and sending a relaxing feeling throughout his entire body. his mind was only occupied by you, but it was different thoughts than the ones just a few moments ago.

he imagined you two walking around town with one another, going into shops and spending the day together. your hand in his as he guided you, leading you to unknown places that you both got to experience at the same time, together.

he wanted that with you, he wanted to experience new things with you. he was convinced it was his perverted desires that led him to be attracted to you, but he was wrong. you entirely as a person was captivating enough for him (the fact that you were insanely hot was just an added bonus).

he shuts off the water and steps out, loosely hanging a towel around his waist as he uses a smaller one to dry his hair. he finally begins to get ready for bed, putting on comfortable sleepwear and brushing his teeth.

he pulls out his phone, it opening to your previous conversation. he rereads the messages, smiling to himself at the interaction between you two; it was simple, but brought a smile to his face nonetheless.

smirking to himself, he decides to film and send you a video:

[1:17 am] yunho: *video attachment*

[1:17 am] yunho: don’t forget to brush your teeth, tiny [1:18 am] y/n: i will don’t worry [1:18 am] yunho: im a bit surprised you're still awake [1:18 am] y/n: why? [1:18 am] yunho: idk just thought you'd be asleep i guess [1:19 am] yunho: did you watch the video? [1:19 am] y/n: yeah [1:19 am] y/n: i like your toothbrush color [1:20 am] yunho: is that all you liked :( [1:20 am] y/n: you look handsome as well [1:20 am] y/n: you must be tired, tho [1:20 am] y/n: go to sleep, okay? [1:21 am] yunho: i know i know [1:21 am] yunho: with you ? ah hah ha [1:21 am] y/n: yunho. [1:21 am] yunho: yeah :) [1:21 am] y/n: go to sleep [1:21 am] y/n: we’ll see each other tomorrow [1:22 am] yunho: :( [1:22 am] yunho: goodnight tiny <3

it amazed you; yunho no longer seemed to even hesitate to send such things anymore. granted, he was rather… confident in person, but it’s taken him a bit to do so over messages as well. if his goal was to fluster you, he succeeded. you felt as your cheeks warmed up, the combination of the petname and the heart; how else were you supposed to react?

[1:22 am] y/n: goodnight giant <3

for the first time that yunho can remember, he felt his heart beat faster at such a simple message. it was in the same manner he had just sent you, why was it affecting him so much?

maybe it was the heart, maybe it was the slight acknowledgement on your end of his larger stature (as if you hadn’t already established it before). either way, he couldn't help but climb into his bed with a smile on his face.

“were you being mean to y/n?” yunho hears from jongho, who lays in his own bed with his eyes glued to his phone screen.

“no?” yunho answers bluntly. “why?”

“she asked where you were and what you were doing... said you were being mean to her.”

“she asked about me?” yunho asks, his curiosity piquing as he looks toward the younger man. jongho nods before turning his phone off, reaching towards the lamp next to his bed.

“night, remember to set your alarms,” jongho says before the room goes dark, the only light being the dimmed phone screen on yunho’s bed. he felt his heart flutter slightly at the thought you had asked about him when you two weren’t talking.

setting his alarms, he put his phone on the night stand, turning onto his side with a smile on his face.

he was restless, he couldn’t find a way to fall asleep no matter how many times he had tossed and turned on the white sheet-clad bed. his mind was going a-mile-a-minute, and from the journey so far, there was no sign of it slowing down.

he had been resisting his impulses; his impulses to message you and see if there was a small chance you were up at this hour.

he couldn’t fight it anymore, he grabbed his phone, put on a pair of shoes, and made his way towards your hotel room, calling your phone during the commute.

you woke up to the sound of your phone going off, you thought it was your alarm at first - and through your tired eyes - hit the red button to turn off the early alarm.

then, it rang again.

rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes, you pick up your phone and examine the screen:

[3:07 am]

[yunho is calling…]

[answer] [decline]

you sigh quietly, hoping the action doesn’t wake sohee as she seems to still be asleep in her own bed. you answer the call, rushing into the bathroom to try not to wake your best friend with your talking.

“yunho? why are you up? we have a fucking fli-”

“i’m on my way to your room.”

“what? why?”

“we’re going to go somewhere, not sure where- but we’re going somewhere.”

“yunho, are you fucking crazy? were in a foreign city, you’re a famous idol and fans know you are in the area, this isnt a good idea-”

your sentence was cut off when you heard knocking coming from the hotel room's door.

“open up.”

you groan, hanging up the call and preparing to whisper-lecture yunho about how dangerous this escapade of his is not only for him as an individual, but the company's reputation as a whole.

“yunho, is there any way that i can talk you out of this?” you ask as you open the door, the man in front of you smiling down as he takes in your aggravated face.

he likes to think that you were only pretending to be mad at him.

“let’s go down to the hotel’s lobby, i think i saw this café and i want to try it out,” he says, his smile never faltering as he speaks to you.

“and you couldn’t ask jongho to go with you?”

“yeah, like he would go with me at a time like this.”

“and you assume i would go with you?” you laugh out, your tiredness slowly fading as you were in the company of the boy.

“well, yeah,” he states bluntly, his smile growing wider as a chuckle makes its way through. “would you like to come with me?” he looks down and you watch as his hand hesitantly reaches for yours.

you smile to yourself before sighing, clasping your hand in his as he looks up with a smile. “go put on some shoes, i’ll wait here,” yunho whispers, looking behind you and into the dark hotel room.

you nod before walking back inside, yunho staying in the doorway as you grab your shoes. you grabbed a small pad of paper and a pen, deciding to leave a note for sohee to see in case she miraculously wakes up while you are out - not likely at this hour, but still a possibility.

“what are you doing?” yunho whispers as he walks inside, being sure to shut the hotel door behind him as he watches you sit down on your bed, a leaflet in your hand as you wrote on it.

“leaving a note for sohee,” you answer simply as yunho sits down next to you on the edge of the bed. yunho nods, watching as you write quickly on the page.

“your handwriting is beautiful,” yunho mentions, watching as you place the note on your pillow. he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to your clothed thighs - and specifically, how small you looked next to him..

there they were: the thoughts that creep back into his mind every now and then, more constant than he would like to admit. he watched as you stood up again and stretched your limbs, your sweater rising slightly and giving him the smallest sight of skin that was beneath it.

you breathed out as you looked back at the man. “ready to go?” you ask, his eyes trained to the bottom hem of your sweater. “is there something on it?” you look down and take the garment in your hands, examining it to the best of your abilities in the dim lighting.

“nothing was wrong,” yunho speaks up, standing from his position as he makes his way to the door, you following behind. “i like that sweater on you.”

“thank you-” you were cut off as you almost tripped over your suitcase on the floor, luckily, yunho wasn’t too far ahead of you and you were able to stabilize yourself against his back. “i’m sorry, yunho.”

“it’s alright, tiny, just be careful. it’s dark,” yunho teases, turning around. “would you like me to hold your hand so you don't fall again?”

his statement was a joke merely to test the waters of where you stood with him, so he was very pleased when you grasped his hand in your own. he smiles to himself as he leads you out of the hotel room, noting where your suitcase was placed on the floor before he left.

“so, what made you want to get out of the hotel room?” you ask as you sat with him in a small lounge couch, a few convenience store snacks spread across a coffee table the hotel had in the lobby.

the entire first floor seemed to be empty with the exception of you both (and the convenience store clerk), and at the moment, you both preferred it that way.

“couldn’t sleep.”

“so you decided to wake another person up as well?” you ask, your tone unbothered by yunho’s actions as you both knew you were enjoying your time with him.

“as if you would ever not take up an opportunity to be with me,” yunho says, a smile on his face as he takes a sip from his drink. you let out a breathy laugh at his comment, leaning back on the shared couch.

yunho glances over to where you sat next to him, looking down at your figure as your eyes closed with your neck craned. he took in the sight: your smaller form, your exposed neck, how the dim lighting they had in the lobby made your skin look so beautiful.

he couldn’t believe there was ever a point where you thought he would willingly avoid you.

there is no logical way for him to describe what you did to him. he copies your movements, leaning back and letting his head lull.

“tired?” you turn your head to the side to face him. he nods slightly, his eyes closing as he lets out a deep sigh.

you gather enough strength to raise from your spot on the couch, using your knee to nudge his to gain his attention. “let’s head back, we need to be up early tomorrow anyways.”

"you mean today?"

"shut the fuck up, you know what i meant."

“make sure your alarms are set, alright?” you say, the two of you stepping inside carefully, relieved to see sohee still asleep.

“i will,” yunho replies, watching as you take off your shoes and sit on the edge of your bed again. “goodnight, little one, sleep well.” yunho stood in front of you, you could sense he was nervous, hesitating for a reason unknown to you.

“are you alright, yunho?”

“yes.”

“you seem timid.”

“i’m not timid.”

“then why are you acting like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re timid,” you say, laughing slightly at the conversation as you look up to him. “you have nothing to be nervous about, it’s just me.”

that’s why he was nervous. it was you.

his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, mustering up enough courage to bring his palm to rest against your cheek, an action you have done while doing his makeup or skin care.

you watched as he leaned down, his eyes scanning your face for any unsure look - there was none.

he brought his face down and kissed your forehead softly, the action causing a blush to rise on your cheeks. he felt your face warm under his hand, a smile forming on his face as he pulled away.

the sight in front of him was indescribable, your face flushed in his hand with your eyes full of wonder and - what he thought was - admiration. he never wanted to stop seeing you like this.

but unfortunately, he had to rest.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, tiny.”

you stay where you sat, watching yunho turn the corner that leads to the front door with your mouth slightly agape. yunho let out a deep sigh once he made sure he was out of your view, feeling his foot kick something on the floor.

looking down, he was able to make out the shape of your suitcase you had tripped on earlier, and his mind went to darker places.

he looked behind him briefly, making sure you weren’t there before opening the suitcase, rummaging neatly, quickly, and quietly through the bag before he found what he was hoping to find: a pair of your panties.

he pulled them out and quickly put them in his sweatshirt pocket. he stood up, making his way toward the front door and exiting, the door making a small click! sound as he left.

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time seemed to pass slowly, you and yunho sneaking glances at one another as the night went on. yunho caught him every now and then, only looking away instantly after. when he caught you, however, he held eye contact with you - sometimes a smirk even forming on his lips as he watched your face flush.

he found it amusing, watching you get shy because of him, from such a simple thing like eye contact. as he sat on the couch, the sound of san and mingi speaking was drowned out as he thought about what else could get you flustered.

skinship, maybe? would him telling you exactly how infatuated he is with you make you blush? what about if he asked you to come over, would you do it? he felt like the feelings he felt were reciprocated, but he knew he couldn’t go off of what he felt alone.

he needed confirmation first.

“i wanna play a game!” wooyoung says, interrupting other conversations as well as yunho’s thoughts.

“what game? we don’t exactly have any gaming systems here,” hongjoong responds.

“human bumper cars?”

“are you fucking stupid, wooyoung? we’re in a hotel.”

“are we going to gloss over that he just asked us if we’d all want to ram into each other as hard as we could?”

“what about truth or dare? that’s a safe game and no one will hurt anyone,” chaebyul says, her eyes darting around the group, gauging everyone’s reactions. everyone does the same, all silently agreeing to the game.

“who goes first?” seonghwa starts.

“yeosang,” jongho speaks up. “truth or dare?”

“truth,” yeosang replies confidently.

“what’s the stupidest thing you did while you were drunk?”

yeosang sighs, explaining the story as everyone laughed or cringed at his explanation.

it went on for a while, surprisingly, the simple game captivated everyone who agreed to play.

how the game ended up here? no idea.

san is now dangling his upper body off of the edge of the bed, and was dared to do that for the rest of the game by wooyoung. minwoo wasn’t allowed to speak for the rest of the game from a chaebyul dare - did they fight or something? - and jongho, hongjoong, and you all had to hold water in your mouth until one of you laughed (hongjoong broke first).

“sohee, truth or dare?” you ask, taking a drink from your cup as you look at her from across the couch.

“dare!”

you think over your options, you could do something simple, or you could be a wingman - you chose the ladder.

“lay in seonghwa’s lap,” you say, the others either chuckling to themselves or going silent, while seonghwa covered his smiling mouth with his hand as a very obvious blush formed on his cheeks.

sohee looks at you with wide eyes, her face and ears warming up as seonghwa looks to her. “i can’t do that, i don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

“it’s okay, i’m not uncomfortable. only if you want to,” seonghwa says, his hand leaving his face as he looks at sohee with soft eyes.

OH MY FUCKING GOD- you thought to yourself, watching the two interact was refreshing, never seeing this shy-side of sohee - or seonghwa, frankly - before. seonghwa voluntarily moves himself to sit on the floor, watching as sohee comes towards him as lays her head in his lap, his hand instinctively coming down to begin playing with a small chunk of her hair.

you watch as her face quickly flushes, seonghwa’s face doing the same. you knew she was going to scold you once you got back to your room, but for now, you like to believe that she is thanking you.

“y/n,” sohee speaks, trying her best to keep her voice stable. “lay on yunho’s lap.”

“it’s not my turn-”

“it is now,” she says, a small chuckle escaping her lips, you notice how seonghwa smiles down at her, deciding to tell sohee about it later.

you look up to yunho, finding him looking at the floor from his spot on the couch. you notice his ears are a bright red, his face being hidden by his hair. “yunho?” you ask. he looks up to find you looking at him, your eyes inviting him to sit on the floor as you move there yourself.

he gulps, his movements hesitant as he rises from the couch to sit on the floor next to you. you could tell he was trying to be respectful of your boundaries, which was nice. “are you okay with this?” he asks.

you nod, and watch a relieved smile makes its way to his face as he watches you lay your head against his thigh. sohee had her face turned away from seonghwa, being able to see in front of her while you chose to look up towards yunho.

“is that comfortable?” you ask softly, yunho already looking down at you. he nods positively before clearing his throat, his hands still lay by his sides as he looks to the rest of the group who seemed to be preoccupied with the continuing game.

why is mingi doing push ups now?

time passed and yunho found himself conflicted; he couldn’t help the thoughts that came to his mind as your head laid dangerously close to his crotch. his mind would go from you looking up at him with wide eyes from your position below him to how you would look with your lips wrapped around his cock.

he leaned his head back, his neck craning towards the ceiling and you shift your eyes to look at him. “yunho, are you okay?” you ask, you couldn’t lie, the sight of his exposed neck seemed… inviting.

yunho looked down, noticing your slightly flushed face as your gaze was fixed on his. he smiled softly, “i’m fine, are you okay?” he says. “you can sit up now, if you’d like, it seems they’re done with the game.”

you look to the side noticing how everyone seemed to be having their own conversations. “unless you’re comfortable, of course.”

“do you want me to sit up?”

“frankly, no,” yunho begins, a small smirk making its way onto his face. “if you move, i can’t do this.”

yunho leans forward, his face now hovering above yours, and you can’t help the warm feeling that spreads from your neck to your face. yunho notes how your breathing hitches, deciding to tease you about it later. “what if someone sees you like this and gets the wrong idea?”

“are you so sure the idea they get would be wrong?” yunho asks, his head tilting to the side slightly as he watches you with an amused smirk. “it could just be me, but recently, it seems there has been a bit of… tension. am i wrong?”

you stay silent, unsure of what to say if you even chose to respond to him. you found yourself just looking at him, your eyes shifting from his eyes, to his cheeks, and eventually to his lips. once you come to the realization of your gaze, you look back towards his eyes, only to find them looking at your lips as well.

“do you not feel anything?” yunho asks, his voice hushed as if he didn’t want any of the others to hear - which luckily - none of them even batted an eye in your direction.

you take a second to think, knowing that you couldn’t possibly ignore him forever, especially when he looks at you with such curiosity. “i shouldn’t feel anything-”

“does that mean that you do?”

“... i do. i’m sorry, yunho.”

“why are you sorry?” he asks, his smirk quickly falling into a face of genuine concern. had he upset you? pushed you too far?

“i shouldn’t feel anything towards you, i took a risk trying to be friendly, and now it’s going to hurt you.”

“it’s okay, tiny,” he begins, the pet name falling from his lips easier and more consistently than your name, it seems. “you’re not the only one taking risks. the only question is now…” one of yunho’s hands move from his side to cup your jaw, the action causing a shiver to run up your spine as you continued to look up at him.

“are you willing to take it with me?”

“i am never playing truth or dare with you again,” sohee says right as you shut the door to you room, laughing to yourself as her face is still flushed. she flings herself onto her bed, her face landing in the pillows as she groans.

“what? you didn’t like my dare?”

“of course i did!” she yells, her voice muffles as it tries to break through the cotton. “he was so sweet and i'm losing my mind because the exact thing i told you with yunho about ‘remember the contract they’re under’ i forgot for myself!

“he talks with me so casually, i forgot that we work together…” she trails off, lifting herself to lay on the bed as you jump onto yours.

“well, i hope you can now sleep peacefully knowing that seonghwa seems to feel something for you, too,” you tease.

“god, i love and hate you,” she says.

you laugh lightly, listening as she sighs before laying back down on the bed. you feel a small vibration in your pocket, grabbing you phone and examining the screen:

[12:46 am] wooyoung: okay now what the fuck is going on [12:46 am] wooyoung: why are you suddenly friendlier with yunho than with me [12:46 am] wooyoung: traitor >:| [12:47 am] y/n: . - incoming message from: yunho - [12:47 am] y/n: wooyoung you know i have to do his makeup now too right [12:47 am] y/n: you know i like talking when i do your makeup so i've been talking to him [12:47 am] wooyoung: “talking” [12:48 am] wooyoung: uh huh [12:48 am] y/n: ? [12:48 am] wooyoung: you’re more oblivious than you seem [12:48 am] y/n: explain ??? [12:49 am] wooyoung: are you . being serious [12:49 am] wooyoung: yknow what you deserve to wait [12:50 am] y/n: woo [12:50 am] wooyoung: goodnight!!

- now messaging: yunho -

[12:47 am] yunho: y/n [12:51 am] y/n: yes? [12:51 am] yunho: why did you take so long to answer :( [12:51 am] y/n: i was talking with wooyoung [12:51 am] yunho: oh [12:52 am] y/n: ? [12:52 am] y/n: both of you are acting so odd tonight [12:52 am] yunho: how is wooyoung acting? [12:53 am] y/n: he’s just calling me oblivious :( [12:53 am] yunho: . [12:53 am] y/n: >:( [12:54 am] y/n: why is wooyoung calling me oblivious and why do you agree :( [12:54 am] yunho: <3

you knew the heart was sent out of spite and to add a bit of comedic effect, but you couldn’t help but let butterflies form in your stomach at the message.

yunho was very nervous; he had sent the message out of habit; his humor came out even through text. thought it was to be funny, he still felt nervous about sending a heart to you.

[12:55 am] y/n: yunho: you’ll find out soon enough, tiny [12:55 am] y/n: ugh

- now messaging: jongho -

[12:55 am] y/n: jonho [12:56 am] y/n: jongho [12:56 am] y/n: jongie [12:57 am] y/n: mr jongho [12:58 am] jongho: we have a flight to be on in 5 hours [12:58 am] jongho: why are you still awake [12:58 am] y/n: you're awake too ??? [12:58 am] jongho: yeah were gonna act as if you didn’t just blow up my phone ???? [12:59 am] y/n: :p [12:59 am] y/n: what is yunho doing [12:59 am] jongho: sleeping idk [12:59 am] y/n: okay fine what does it look like he's doing [1:00 am] jongho: you literally??? have his number??? [1:00 am] jongho: text him??? yourself??? [1:00 am] y/n: no he's being mean [1:00 am] jongho: so i need to beat him up is what you're saying [1:00 am] y/n: no [1:01 am] jongho: actually [1:01 am] jongho: he’s not even here [1:01 am] y/n: ? [1:01 am] jongho: he's showering i think [1:02 am] y/n: that's more info than i wanted jongho [1:02 am] jongho: 🤪 [1:02 am] jongho: go to sleep now, we have the flight tomorrow

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please read proper warnings before proceeding. you are responsible for the content you consume. ... synopsis: you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. ... pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader ... genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut ... wc: 3746 ... warnings: hints of size kink, yunho displaying perverted behavior, cursing + playful bickering, possessiveness if you squint, let me know if i missed anything !! ... other: fictional characters mentioned: sohee, chaebyul, minwoo

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"y/n, could you see if i need any touch ups?"

"yes, is it alright that i touch you?"

his heart fluttered at your words, always so thoughtful of others. "yes."

you go to grab a new cloth to dab his face with as well as the needed makeup. you walk back to his figure - who was giving you an intense glare that was close to unnoticeable in the dim backstage lighting - and stand before him.

you thought he would lean down like mingi would, but he wanted to play a small game.

"yunho, could you lean over a bit please?" you ask, your eyes meeting his.

"why?"

you sigh softly to yourself. "i can't reach your face properly when you are standing straight."

"i'm that much bigger than you, huh?" he says, a small smirk on his face as he leans over slowly, planting his palms against his thighs as he looks at you.

you decide to not respond to his comment, brushing it off as you pat his face. the screaming of ATINY just a few yards away was a nice thing to hear. some would find it annoying, but as you patted and touched up yunho's face, you found it oddly relaxing.

"not going to respond?" yunho asks, his eyes fixated on yours as you catch his gaze. there was an intensity in his look that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

the way you had looked up at him at that moment made his head spin, the way your eyes widened slightly when he caught your attention had him reeling. he would take you right now if he could.

but alas, he has a concert to get to.

"i-i'm finished, yunho, you can go back now," you breathe out, looking down to close the foundation container in an attempt to cool down your face.

you definitely noticed the close proximity between the two of you; yunho leaning down much closer than he needed to.

yunho leaned back up, maintaining his gaze on your form. before he walked away, he made sure you had looked up to catch the sly smirk he offered you.

[11:42 pm] yunho: y/n? [11:43 pm] y/n: yes? [11:43 pm] yunho: i might have to take you up on that offer of the skincare stuff [11:43 pm] y/n: okay !!! what is your room number? i can come by and drop it off :) [11:44 pm] yunho: it's alright [11:44 pm] yunho: i'll come to you [11:44 pm] yunho: the least i could do is save you the trip [11:45 pm] yunho: plus i think it'd be more beneficial for you to show me how to use everything. you probably know more about skincare than i do [11:45 pm] y/n: okie dokie !!

you quickly messaged him your room number and told sohee that he would be coming over, to which she immediately started to tease you as you arranged various products along the bathroom counter.

"you two seem to have gotten pretty close since that night we went to mingi and wooyoung's room," she taunts.

"yeah, he's nice!"

"just remember the contract KQ has them under, don't want to lose two employees," she says. "minwoo and i are gonna go explore since he said he's up for it tonight, i'll be back later."

and with that, sohee leaves the hotel room, only for you to hear a familiar voice approach.

"y/n?" you hear, turning your attention towards the door to find yunho's tall frame.

"hi! let's go to the bathroom, that's where everything is," you say, noticing his casual clothing as he shuts the hotel room door behind him. he flashes you a smile before following you into the bathroom. you had just enough time while talking to sohee to set everything up that you had brought.

you go over basics with him, asking his skin type and if he has any allergies before starting anything. once he confirms he's okay with everything, you ask him to sit on the seat of the toilet so you at least have a chance to reach his face.

"i'm going to start with this, okay?" you say, placing a bit of cleanser onto a small scrub, handing him a headband. he takes the hint and places it on his head, keeping his hair back and out of the way.

"is it okay that i-"

"yes, it's okay that you touch me, y/n. thank you for asking," he says, a smile still present on his face. he didn't mean to come off as rude, in reality, he wanted your hands on his as soon as humanly possible.

you softly smile down at him as you dab his face with a warm washcloth, dampening his skin just enough for the amount of cleanser you’re going to apply.

you begin to rub gently at his cheeks with the scrub, moving all around his face as he closes his eyes. the feeling of your hands on his face was relaxing - possibly even more relaxing than the cooling sensation of the gel cleanser.

he opened his eyes slightly, only to find your boobs right in front of his face as you leaned over him. although the shirt you are wearing is looser fitting, he could still see the bumps as they protruded through the material.

he couldn't help but let his mind wander as you pulled away from him, grabbing the washcloth and wetting it again before wiping his face down.

"y/n," he says, his eyes following your movements as you look at him through the mirror in front of you, begging him to continue. "are you in a relationship? do they know you're on this trip?"

"i'm not in a relationship, yunho. and even if i was," you say, pausing to turn around to face him. "that's not really any of your business, now is it?"

he doesn't exactly know why it affected him, but the teasing way you called him out on his nosiness definitely did not help his sprouting attraction for you.

"are we all ready?" you hear from the doorway of the makeup studio, looking up to see chaebyul. "we have all of the clothes ready for any of you who're finished."

you were just finishing up yunho's makeup when she had asked, his eyes opening and turning towards the door upon hearing her voice.

"i'm almost finished."

"it's alright, take your time," he says, closing his eyes once again as you continue to do his makeup. "you know i'll take any extra time with you that i can get."

you laugh at his comment, never taking his advancements further than you should.

it's been about 2 weeks since you started doing the elder three’s makeup. the time with them has been nice, hearing their cool stories about when they were trainees as well as from their childhood.

it was fun to talk to them, their attitudes and perspectives refreshing in the somewhat repetitive cycle you found yourself in as a makeup artist. “alright, you’re all set, yunho,” you say, pulling away from his face to let him look in the mirror behind where you stood.

“it looks amazing. thank you, y/n,” he says, standing from the chair and stretching his limbs.

“of course,” you say, looking back towards the makeup station, failing to notice the blush on his cheeks.

he 100% looked at your ass through the mirror before he stood up, causing the blush on his face. he had to think about everything other than how your soft ass would feel in his hands - or maybe even grinding over his cock.

he leans his head back, closing his eyes as he walks down the narrow hallway to the dressing rooms. “good morning, yunho. are you ready to be dressed?” chaebyul asks as he walks through the door.

“yeah,” he responds, walking over to the small pedestal and standing on it, allowing chaebyul to assess his body structure and find the pieces that would best suit him for today’s concert. “can i ask you a question?”

“of course, do you have a concern of some sort?” chaebyul responds, the flimsy clothing ruler in her hands as she uses it to measure along his arms.

“i just wanted to know how you met y/n, is all.”

“oh! I met her through minwoo. since he goes back and forth a lot from makeup to wardrobe, he used to talk about her a lot-”

he talks about her a lot?

“-and when i finally got a chance to talk with her, she felt very welcoming so i just put myself in situations to talk with her more and, eventually, we were both able to talk casually to one another without needing minwoo with us.”

yunho hums to himself, seeing that as enough of a response as chaebyul continues to size him.

he began to wonder about how close you and minwoo were with one another; he knew your relationship with sohee and now chaebyul, and now he couldn’t help but want to know about minwoo as well.

he lets his body relax as chaebyul pulls away. “why the sudden question?”

“i was just wondering,” yunho answers. “since she’s my makeup artist for the time being, i thought i’d get to know more about her.”

“why are you asking me instead of her, then?”

“i don’t want to bombard her with a shit ton of questions all at once.”

“then ask her over time.”

“but it still feels w-”

“is it really that hard to admit that you’re nervous around her? holy fuck,” chaebyul says nonchalantly, causing a shocked expression to fall on yunho’s face.

“i’m not nervous around her,” yunho deadpans.

“then ask her these questions yourself, yunho,” chaebyul says, a small smile on her face as she turns to look at him, clothing in her hands. “change into these, please.”

“need a touch up?” you ask, watching as seonghwa approaches you, yunho not far behind as they rush backstage.

“please,” seonghwa says, leaning down slightly so you can reach his face. yunho’s breath is heavy as he decides to test the water of where you stand.

“sohee! could you give me a touch up?”

your eyes shift to yunho’s tall figure as he walks away from where you stood, approaching your friend. a foreign feeling arose in you.

you continued to focus on seonghwa’s face in front of you, watching out of your peripheral vision how yunho leaned over - unprompted, might you add - as sohee fixed his makeup, not missing how he glanced at you with a smirk on his face throughout the process.

once sohee was content with what she had done to yunho’s face, the man made his way over to you seonghwa long gone. “is everything okay, tiny? you looked awfully sad just a moment ago.” yunho says, his voice had a teasing tone to it that didn’t go past you.

“everything is fine, yuhno,” you say nonchalantly.

“really? cause if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were upset i asked sohee for help,” yunho says, leaning down and resting his palms against his thighs. he tilts his head tauntingly at you, noting how your cheeks flush slightly, but your expression remains neutral.

“you needed help, and i was busy. why would i be upset over that?”

“not sure, why would you be upset over me going to someone else, hm?”

“yunho! you coming back or not?” the voice broke your interaction as hongjoong stood a few feet away. you look back towards yunho, noting how his gaze lingered on you longer than it should have as he walked back to the stages’ entrance.

[9:55 pm] y/n: tonight too? [9:57 pm] yunho: yes please

that was all you needed to know before you started setting out yunho’s favorite skincare products. a few minutes later, you hear a knock at your hotel room door, sohee opening it and allowing yunho to step inside.

“y/n’s in the bathroom.”

you watch as yunho walks inside, shutting the door behind him before he turns to face you. “why shut the door?”

“the last few times sohee wasn’t here, now that she is, i don’t want to accidentally intrude on her space or, like, make her uncomfortable with me being here.”

you nod, deciding not to argue his logic - even though you are sure sohee wouldn’t mind the door being open - and proceed to wet a washcloth. yunho sits down and watches as you shift your weight from foot to foot.

he thought you looked hot, your casual clothing turning him on more than it probably should have. the mere thought of ripping them off of you - or even sticking his hands down your sweats to finger you - driving him wild.

he wanted so badly to mark you, show everyone how you were his and how only he could make you feel good. the last few times he had come to you for skincare or when you were doing his makeup, he tried to make his advancements more… known.

from placing one foot between yours so you’d stumble, giving him a quick excuse to hold onto your hips to help you regain balance.

“you have to be careful, little one,” yunho says, his expression calm and content as he holds your frame. “what would i do without my makeup artist?”

“they would just assign you a new one, like how your usual artist is gone, so they gave you me,” you say, regaining your balance as you continue to apply makeup to his face.

“as if i would accept anyone besides you from now on,” yunho scoffs, being sure to not move his face too much. “might need to take you from wooyoung, have you all to myself.” his hands haven’t left your sides, instead, his thumbs are now rubbing soothing circles just over your shirt.

“w-what’s with you all of a sudden?” you squeak out, nervous the other staff would hear what yunho was saying. he took note of your flushed face and smirked to himself. “we aren’t alone, yunho.”

“oh? so if we were alone, you wouldn’t mind me having you all to myself?” yunho teases. your eyes widen as they meet with his.

“we’re ready when you are!” chaebyul yells, prompting you to break eye contact with yunho and turn towards the makeup desk.

“i’m finished.”

“tiny, you don’t have to hide your fantasies from me~,” yunho teases, standing from his seat and stepping forward, his front pressed against your back as he leans down to your ear, holding eye contact with you through the mirror. his clothed cock was so close to being pressed against your ass, it took everything in him to not bend you over the makeup desk and fuck you in front of everyone.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t have my own.”

“y/n? you seem out of it. is everything alright?” yunho’s voice breaks you away from your thoughts.

“i’m alright, just thinking.”

“hm? what about?”” yunho inquires. you shake your head.

“nothing important,” you say, brushing off the subject and hoping yunho would do the same as you wiped his face with the damp washcloth.

“if it’s got you zoning out like this, y/n, i think it’s best if you talk about it,” he says, remembering what hongjoong had told him as his hands coming up to pull yours away from his face. he takes a quick second to admire how much smaller your hands looked in his.

“just thinking about what you said to me a few days ago, is all,” you say shyly, not daring to look anywhere but your feet as you stand between his legs.

“what did i say to you a few days ago?” you glance up to look him in the eyes. an amused smirk spread across his face; something he said to you a few days ago stuck with you and got you this shy?

you don’t answer, instead gently pulling away from yunho’s grasp and walking back to the edge of the counter. “you’re so cute when you’re all shy.”

“you shouldn’t be saying those things, yunho. what if sohee hears you?”

“she won’t hear me, tiny. the door is shut, remember?” yunho says, standing from his spot to come up behind you. his arms come to place themselves on either side of you on the counter, trapping you between the marble slab and himself. “even if she could hear, that just means one more person knows not to try anything with you.”

[10:36 pm] wooyoung: come to san’s!!!!! [10:36 pm] y/n: why [10:37 pm] wooyoung: we’re all hanging out before we have to go on the plane tomorrow [10:37 pm] wooyoung: bring sohee too!! minwoo and chaebyul are already on their way over [10:37 pm] y/n: you’re just going to assume i agree to come [10:38 pm] wooyoung: yeah...? like you could deny me

you sigh to yourself as you stand from your lying position on your bed. “c’mon, we’re going to san’s.” you watch as sohee stands without question, putting on her shoes and rushing out the door. “you’re eager.”

“seonghwa and i have been talking a bit.”

“what.”

“yeah! it shocked me, too. i’m just not sure if i’m reading into it too much? maybe i can get a better feel of where he stands if i see him in a more casual environment,” sohee explains.

what the fuck is going on?

you were having your… thoughts about yunho, and now sohee is experimenting with seonghwa?

you brush off her motive to go as you slip on your own shoes, being sure to grab the keycard for your room before shutting the door behind you. yunho had left your room not too long ago, and you’re going to have to see him again after what he just said to you?

you were malfunctioning.

after his not-so-subtle advances toward you - and your spouting feelings for the man making themselves known - you felt weary about being near him.

you were conflicted, you felt an odd gravitational pull towards yunho, and from what it felt like, he was the same towards you. never choosing to comment on it, you noticed how he tried to spend a lot of his free time with you, even going as far as to text you when he couldn’t see you in person.

you had brushed it off as just his attitude and personality many times, but now, it’s at a point where it’s no longer a coincidence, but a conscious choice he seems to be making. the tour has hit its middle; roughly three more months until you are back home and in your own bed.

although the thought excited you - being back home with a much less hectic atmosphere, there was a pang in your chest knowing you would no longer be able to be around yunho as often. not to say you weren’t excited to do wooyoung’s makeup again.

but that’s also kind of what you were saying.

sohee dragged you from your room to san’s, your body following hers without thinking as she had your wrist in a strong grip. “yeosang!” sohee yells, you look up to see said man with seonghwa beside him in the distance of the hallway. “do you know where san’s room is?”

“yeah, follow us - we’re actually headed there right now,” yeosang replies as seonghwa turns around as well, allowing you and sohee to catch up with the two.

“you alright, y/n? you don’t seem very… here,” seonghwa speaks up, looking down at how your hand lays limp in sohee’s grasp.

“i’m okay, just a bit tired, i guess,” you reply, lifting your head to offer a small smile. soenghwa smiles back, not completely convinced by your statement, but deciding to drop it. yeosang checks his phone, before stopping in front of a door.

he knocks lightly and footsteps can be heard inside, the door opening as a result. “hello!” san greets, allowing you all to shuffle inside and finding the remainder of the invited group sitting on the couches and beds the hotel provided.

you all sit down, and yunho takes notice of sohee’s place next to yeosang - and more notable to him - your place next to seonghwa in the doorway as you walk inside. his jaw clenched, although you were not his and he had no reason to be jealous, he was.

he didn’t exactly enjoy the idea of you getting closer with the other members; maybe that’s why he wanted to limit your interactions with them as much as possible. this new possessive side of him was weird to experience, he was always aware of who you were talking to when you two were in the same space, and how you interacted with others in comparison to him.

his mind was racing, thoughts of you going through it as he watched you take a seat between wooyoung and seonghwa on the couch, wooyoung instantly grabbing and cuddling up to your arm beside you.

he forced himself to look away, his eyes moving to the table where food packages lay, waiting to be eaten by everyone.

time seemed to pass slowly, you and yunho sneaking glances at one another as the night went on. you caught yunho every now and then, only looking away instantly after. when he caught you, however, he held eye contact with you - sometimes a smirk even forming on his lips as he watched your face flush.

he found it amusing, watching you get shy because of him, from such a simple thing like eye contact. as he sat on the couch, the sound of san and mingi speaking was drowned out as he thought about what else could get you flustered.

skinship, maybe? would him telling you exactly how infatuated he is with you make you blush? what about if he asked you to come over, would you do it? he felt like the feelings he felt were reciprocated, but he knew he couldn’t go off of what he felt alone.

he needed confirmation first.

“i wanna play a game!” wooyoung says, interrupting other conversations as well as yunho’s thoughts.

“what game? we don’t exactly have any gaming systems here,” hongjoong responds.

“human bumper cars?”

“are you fucking stupid, wooyoung? we’re in a hotel.”

“are we going to gloss over that he just asked us if we’d all want to ram into each other as hard as we could?”

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🗯 interrupted thoughts | three.

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please read proper warnings before proceeding. you are responsible for the content you consume. ... synopsis: you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. ... pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader ... genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut ... wc: 1882 ... warnings: hints at size kink, perverted behavior/thoughts, use of petnames (tiny, little one), possessiveness if you squint, let me know if i missed anything !! ... other: fictional characters mentioned: sohee, chaebyul, minwoo

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"yunho, is everything alright?" yunho was brought out of his deep thoughts by your voice. he looked toward you, your eyes fixed on him and waiting for an answer.

"everything is fine, why?" he asks.

"everyone is getting ready to go back to their rooms," you begin. "i brought some different skincare stuff, some of it could be quite relaxing if you'd like to borrow them for tonight. i'm sure you're all stressed for tomorrow."

"no, it's okay! i think i just need some nice sleep tonight, thank you for the offer, though, y/n," yunho replies, flashing you a small smile before he looks toward seonghwa and hongjoong.

"i hope you all sleep well. i'll see you tomorrow!" you say, watching as they exit the room as you bid your goodbye's to wooyoung and mingi, meeting with sohee in the hallway to walk back to your hotel room.

"we hope we didn't keep you all waiting too long!" sohee says as she holds the door open to the makeup studio, allowing you and minwoo to walk through, hands carrying drink carriers filled with coffee.

you and minwoo quickly shift to the table, setting down the trays as you both offer smiles to everyone. "good morning!"

"thank you!" hongjoong says, each member moves toward the table, finding the drink with their name on it. wooyoung came up and gave you a hug, his own personal thank you for the drink you provided him with.

yunho watched this action, his tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek as you smile. he shifted back to his seat, a foreign feeling of jealousy overtaking his being.

"good morning, you three! i hope you all slept well," you say, walking over to where seonghwa, hongjoong, and yunho sat. "i know you guys aren't used to me, but i hope you know i am willing to adjust to each of your individual comforts. seonghwa, would it be alright if i work on your first?"

"that's okay," he responds. you smile at him before turning to glance at his card, figuring out what look they would like for you to do.

"i'm going to start with your base, is it okay that i touch your face?" you ask, turning back to face him.

"yes."

"thank you," you say, smiling as you grab the needed makeup and begin to pamper his face.

yunho watches your movements while hongjoong’s gaze is fixed on his phone. he noticed how you lean over slightly to make sure you reach every part of his face. yunho couldn't help but notice how the oversized shirt you were wearing made you look so small.

he watched how your jeans shifted against your calves and thighs through the mirror. what kind of panties were you wearing? what kind of bra? were they a matching set?

he found himself staring at your figure - admittedly much longer than he should have - before he leaned back in his chair, a sigh escaping his lips as his eyes closed.

"have you not been getting sleep or something?" he hears from beside him, tuning his head to find hongjoong looking back at him.

"i have been, just thinking."

"about what? if it's causing you to zone out, i think you should talk about it, yunho," hongjoong suggests. although he appreciated the effort, there is no way in hell he would ever open up about his troublesome desires.

"if i feel i need to, i will," yunho says, hoping the man would drop the topic, and he did.

"take a look, is there anything you would like me to add?" you ask, stepping out of the way to allow seonghwa to see himself. he turns his face from side to side, examining his skin as a smile forms on his features.

“this looks amazing, y/n, no wonder wooyoung talks so highly of you," seonghwa praises, causing a small blush to form on your cheeks.

"thank you, seonghwa," you respond, turning to the next member. "hongjoong, is it okay if i start on you?"

"of course!" he says. yunho notices how you ask the same questions to hongjoong as you had done to seonghwa, making sure it was okay to touch his face as well as gathering his input with the look once you were finished.

from his position next to hongjoong, he was able to get an even clearer view of your body and face is you moved. he felt his cheeks heat up every time you had leaned over the slightest bit, or when your brows furrowed in concentration.

you had taken notice to his staring, and decided to speak up:

"yunho, have you ever been interested in the makeup process? you seem to enjoy watching," you ask.

"not really, no," he admits. "but watching how you do it, it is rather intriguing now."

"well, that's incredibly flattering," you say, a small chuckle escaping you as you step away from hongjoong, letting himself see his reflection.

"damn, i look great. thank you, y/n."

"of course!" you reply, turning to yunho. "are you ready, yunho?"

the way you said his name was so intoxicating, he couldn't help as his mind wandered to how it would sound falling from your lips as he pleasured you with every bit of him.

"i'm ready," he says, his voice low and almost a whisper as you approach him.

"is it alright if i touch your face?" you ask.

"that will always be alright."

"well, even if you say that, i will still ask you every time," you say, a smile falling on your lips as you move closer to him.

"lean your head back slightly for me, please," your voice was just above a whisper, only audible for him, and he did not know what he had done to be graced with such a pleasure.

he felt goosebumps form on his skin, suddenly hyper aware of your close proximity. his eyes closed at the softness of the puff against his face, the relaxing feeling calming his nerves and his thoughts.

"is everything alright, yunho? your face is turning a bit red, would you like to take off your jacket?" you ask, your voice causing yunho to open his eyes and look up at you.

he thought you looked so mesmerizing, your eyes full of concern for him. "i'm alright, y/n, you can continue."

you offer him a small smile - to which he returns - and continue to put on his makeup. you'd be lying if you said you didn't think he was handsome.

you found his protective nature attractive, as well as his personality incredibly comforting to be around. you smile to yourself as you continue to pamper him, and that action did not go unnoticed by him.

"why are you smiling, tiny?"

fuck.

"just thinking," you respond, your cheeks flushing at the pet name. "why the name 'tiny' all of a sudden?"

"just felt right," he responds. "i can stop."

"n-no, it's alright. i suppose, to someone as big as you, everyone seems tiny, huh?"

he couldn't describe the euphoria he felt when you called him big. he felt his mind spin with what he could respond with.

"usually, but you're the only one i'd ever call tiny, little one."

"damn, two in one?" you chuckle, trying to play it off as if they weren't having an effect on you.

"only for you."

you could sense the nervousness that radiated off of all of the staff members before the concert.

you never knew when something could go wrong until it did, and that was the most difficult part; there was no way to predict anything.

the members took a brief intermission, filing backstage and grabbing water for themselves. "y/n, does my make up look alright?" you turn to find mingi standing before you, his hand up to his face to lift his hair out of the way.

you look at his face in the dim lights, noticing a few places where the foundation lifted to due sweat. "give me one second," you say, going to your nearby bag and grabbing what you need.

"can i touch your face?" you ask, earning a nod from the taller man.

you bring out a cloth first, watching as mingi leans down so you are easily able to reach his face. you pat softly, trying your hardest not to pick up any make up as you went before you started to apply more, being weary of the amount you were adding to be sure you didn't overwhelm his skin.

"all finished," you sigh, bringing out a small pocket mirror and allowing him to look at himself.

"thank you so much, y/n!"

"of course, mingi, now, go perform!" you say, watching as a smile creeps it's way onto his face as he makes his way towards the stage.

a few feet away from you stood yunho, watching the whole encounter. he noted how small you looked compared to mingi, how mingi had to lean down just so you could reach his face; he wanted to experience that for himself.

walking over to you, he says: "y/n, could you see if i need any touch ups?"

"yes, is it alright that i touch you?"

his heart fluttered at your words, always so thoughtful of others. "yes."

you go to grab a new cloth to dab his face with as well as the needed makeup. you walk back to his figure - who was giving you an intense stare that was close to unnoticeable in the dim backstage lighting - and stand before him.

you thought he would lean down like mingi would, but he wanted to play a small game.

"yunho, could you lean over a bit please?" you ask, your eyes meeting his.

"why?"

you sigh softly to yourself. "i can't reach your face properly when you are standing straight."

"i'm that much bigger than you, huh?" he says, a small smirk on his face as he leans over slowly, planting his palms against his thighs as he looks at you.

you decide to not respond to his comment, brushing it off as you pat his face. the screaming of ATINY just a few yards away was a nice thing to hear; some would find it annoying, but as you patted and touched up yunho's face, you found it oddly relaxing.

"not going to respond?" yunho asks, his eyes fixated on yours as you catch his gaze. there was an intensity in his look that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

the way you had looked up at him at that moment made his head spin, the way your eyes widened slightly when he caught your attention had him reeling. he would take you right now if he could.

but alas, he has a concert to get to.

"i-i'm finished, yunho, you can go back now," you breathe out, looking down to close the foundation container in an attempt to cool down your face.

you definitely noticed the close proximity between the two of you; yunho leaning down much closer than he needed to.

he leaned up, maintaining his gaze on your form. before he walked away, he made sure you had looked up to catch the sly smirk he offered you.

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🗯 interrupted thoughts | two.

18+ content - minors dni; it is dangerous for both you and me.

please read proper warnings before proceeding. you are responsible for the content you consume. ... synopsis: you never expected for one of the cheeriest members to think of you in such humiliating and perverted ways. ... pairings: perv!yunho x fem!reader ... genre: acquaintances to friends to lovers(?), fluff, angst, crack/humor, suggestive, eventual smut ... wc: 3909 and some change ... warnings: lots of flashbacks, playful bickering, mentions of solo male masturbation ... other: fictional characters mentioned: sohee, chaebyul, minwoo

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"i've always been fine with talking to them, i have nothing against it. they just... never needed me, i guess," you look at the small clock that was on the bedside table. "i think you two should head back, it's pretty late and tomorrow's schedule is very full. i'll see you both in the morning, yeah?"

"of course," wooyoung says, lifting his head from the bed, stretching as he and mingi stand.

"goodnight, y/n. tell sohee we said hi."

"i will, goodnight, you two."

"yunho! move out of the way!" you hear from the hallway you and sohee just emerged from. turning around, you find seonghwa, jongho, yeosang, and yunho; seonghwa and yunho were laughing as they blocked off the hallway from the youngers, resulting in jongho yelling.

"guys, please not here!" you hear sohee say, her voice projecting through the hotel lobby.

it was pretty early in the morning - you all had to prepare for the upcoming shows, getting as much practice in was crucial. you watch as jongho and yeosang break through the yun-hwa barricade, the olders laughing as they walk closer to you all.

"good morning, you four, how did you sleep?" sohee asks, her arms crossed as she looks toward the men.

"fine, yeosang was an okay roommate," jongho taunts, watching as yeosang sighs.

the rest let their replies hang in the air, not bothering to go into detail about their sleeping arrangements as the rest of the staff and members also arrived.

truthfully, yunho felt a bit flustered in your presence as he remembered the events that took place last night:

"wooyoung, mingi! i thought you all were hanging out with your best friend, y/n," seonghwa says sarcastically, watching as the two walk through the door to yunho and hongjoong's hotel room.

"she kicked us out! can you believe it?" the younger replies, overexaggerating the situation completely.

wooyoung sighs before sitting himself on the floor, his back leaning against the edge of the bed yunho and yeosang laid upon. mingi found a spot squeezed in between seonghwa and jongho on the couch, leaving hongjoong and san to sit on the other bed facing everyone.

a conversation quickly arose that captured the attention of everyone in the room, specifically wooyoung when the topic of how he and you were close.

"she's like a friend to me! sometimes i forget that technically we're coworkers..." he trails off.

"what do you two even talk about? my makeup artist is nice, but i can tell she takes her work seriously, so she spends a lot of her time solely focusing on the make up," hongjoong explains.

"we talk about anything we want to!! i ask her about her day and what she plans to do once she's out of the office-"

"you're that comfortable around her?" yunho asks, leaning forward slightly to watch wooyoung's facial expressions as he speaks.

"yes!! she always makes sure i'm comfortable around her before she puts any makeup on my face. i'm really grateful i got her as a makeup artist."

"i can second that," yeosang speaks up. "at the shoot the other day when my shirt had a hole in it, she said she had a way to fix it, and even though we needed it fixed asap, she still made sure it was okay for her to touch me. it was nice."

"she seems really cool, that's good, wooyoung. i'm glad you have someone outside of the group that you can talk openly with," san says from his place on the bed.

"we asked her about what she thought of everyone here," mingi starts. "she said she only really ever talks to the younger members, but not by choice."

"really? i always thought she just didn't like us as much," seonghwa chuckles, a small smile on his face.

"no, she said that she's always been open to talking with all of you, but in the work environment, there has never been a reason for any of you to ever go to her for anything, and she's never been instructed to ever go to any of you for anything, either," wooyoung says, trying his best to remember exactly what you had said to him just a few minutes ago.

"we also asked her who her bias was, she said she didn't have one and said all of us have the same level of friendship," mingi points out.

"so to her, i'm on the same level as wooyoung?" hongjoong says, prodding his finger at the younger accusingly.

"that's why i called bullshit! i should be her bias out of anyone here, at the very least the top of her favorites list!" wooyoung snaps, the feigned hurt in his tone causing the others to laugh at his outburst.

"who would be at the bottom of the list?" jongho inquires.

"we already said, dumbass, the older-"

"no, like, specifically who of the older members?"

"she said yunho. apparently to her, it seems like he's avoiding her specifically," wooyoung says, causing all of the other men to look at yunho, who was still leaning over the edge of the bed.

"that's not true. i don't avoid her."

"then why does she feel like she's being avoided?" seonghwa prods.

"i don't know! i didn't realize i was doing something different towards her and singling her out," yunho says, a small blush present on his face as the others laugh.

...

yunho was dragged out of his thoughts when he felt someone, seonghwa, grab his arm, leading him out of the hotel lobby and to a vehicle parked outside the entrance.

it took him a second to gather his footing before he looked anywhere but the floor. he saw you already outside - sohee, minwoo, and chaebyul standing next to you.

as he was recalling last night's events, he couldn't help but wonder if you took such notice of his actions around you because you secretly wanted him to talk to you.

that's the main root of his current predicament.

now - after knowing such knowledge about your brain - he couldn't help but want to talk to you, learn everything about you and show to wooyoung that he could be your favorite after all, and that her working with him doesn't mean anything in regards to their friendship.

taking a second to himself, allowing the other members into the car first, he notices how another car pulls up just behind the one he was about to enter. he watches as you open the sliding door, allowing others to step in before you and closing it shortly after.

you climb into the passenger seat and wait, and he can't help but watch you for just a second. he's never actually taken a good look at you, your face always covered by a mask or being too far away to actually make out your features.

this was new to him, he thought you were beautiful, he began to understand why wooyoung was lucky to have you as a makeup artist. you were not only stunning, but also caring and strong-willed.

"did you not get enough sleep last night, yunho?” he hears from his side, turning to see mingi. "you've been in a daze, is everything alright?"

"i'm fine, thank you for the thought, mingi," yunho sighs, taking one final look at you through the glass before stepping into the car.

"y/n! can we have your help for a second?" you hear, looking to your side, you see chaebyul. "we need some help with grabbing wardrobe."

you nod, making your way over to where she stood and following her out to another truck, watching as other staff members came and went, different supplies in their hands.

you grabbed as much as you could, bringing them backstage.

"y/n! they're asking for you in the makeup studio!" you hear sohee yell once you enter the building again, a sigh escaping your lips as you smile at her.

you drop the box where the clothing was and make your way back to the makeup department. "you needed me?" you ask as you enter the room, seeing the staff manager sitting at a small table.

"yes, i wanted to go over some things with you. as i assume you saw, you, minwoo, and sohee are the only makeup artists that we're able to come with us. because of this, the only solution we have is to assign more members to each of you.

"sohee is going to take on jongho - as per usual - as well as wooyoung and mingi. we want to keep you all near the same members, and since the tables will go in age order, this seemed the most reasonable.

"minwoo will take on his usual of san, and we will add yeosang to his roster. since he also deals with wardrobe, we gave him only one add-on since he will be needed in multiple places.

"that leaves you with seonghwa, hongjoong, and yunho. do these changes propose any issues to you, y/n?" your staff manager asks.

you took a second to process his words, thinking possibly wooyoung or mingi snitched to him you've never interacted with the oldest three and this was their way of getting back at you.

what would they need to get back at you for?

why would they tell your manager of all people about you not interacting with members?

the questions seemed stupid and useless the more you thought about them, after all, you were short on makeup artists, that's all it was and you shouldn't try to chalk it up to be something it isn't.

"that's fine with me, sir."

"great, you have liberty to start unpacking your things at the stations, you'll be at the three on the far left. of course, thank you for your time, y/n. you may go."

"thank you, sir," you say, walking out of the room to find san standing in the hallway.

"y/n, do you know where the restroom is?" he asks you.

"i'm sorry, i don't. if i had to guess, i'd say maybe down this way?" you say, turning to face where the hallway went deeper.

"can you come with me to help? if you're not busy?" he asks, his eyes pleading.

you take a moment and think about who needs you. chaebyul seems to be doing fine at the truck, you finished what was needed in the makeup studio…

"sure, it'd be useful knowledge for others, too," you decide, seeing a hopeful smile spread across san's face before you two begin to walk down the hallway.

"y'know," san starts. "sohee was looking for you. why were you in the makeup room?"

"i had to talk with the manager. we're short on makeup artists so we all got assigned more members to draw on," you say, a small smile on your face.

"ooo who gets me?" san asks, looking around each corner you two approaches in hopes of finding some kind of sign.

"you'll still be with minwoo, but he's also going to be doing yeosang. sohee is doing jongho, wooyoung-"

"you don't get wooyoung?" san interrupts.

"no, they want each makeup artist to be closer to who they will all be doing. so she has jongho, wooyoung, and mingi, while i'll be doing seonghwa, hongjoong, and yunho," you finish your sentence before san speaks up again.

"you don't talk to those three much, do you?"

"what's makes you say that?" you ask.

"well, correct me if i'm wrong, but i have rarely seen you interact with any of them," san says. in reality, he's never taken notice. but after what wooyoung and mingi shared to the group the night before, he wanted to know from the source. "especially yunho."

"wooyoung or mingi said something, didn't they?" you ask. "i knew i should never be that open with them."

"what are you talking about? i'm just saying what i've observed," san says.

"fine, i'm just not going to speak to any of you anymo-"

"no! i just want to know why you don't talk with them, that's all!"

you let out a deep sigh. "i'll tell you the same thing i told wooyoung and mingi. there has never been a reason for them to come to me, and there has never been a reason for me to go to them. it's not by choice on my end or their end, i'm sure, but nothing has ever prompted either side to start a conversation."

"do you want to talk to them?"

"of course! i'm always up for conversation, whether it be work related or just a calm chat. i'd never push any of you away," you say, watching as a smile makes its way onto san's features.

"well, maybe you'll become friends with them all!!" he says, his smile only growing once he finds the bathroom sign in the distance. "i hope you do become friends with them. now, if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go to the bathroom. thank you for helping me!"

a long, drawn out sigh escapes your lips as you sit down for what felt like the first time in hours. you had been running around non-stop, helping wardrobe, preparing the food tables, refilling waters.

it wasn't your job to do these things, but you always tried to help out when you could. as of right now, you were cursing yourself for helping out; your legs definitely needed a break.

and luckily, that is just what they were able to get.

"y/n? is everything okay?" you hear, the familiar voice of wooyoung filling your ears as you turn to look at him.

"everything is fine, why do you ask?" you say, watching as he comes to sit next to you.

"i just saw you running around a lot earlier, wanted to make sure you were alright. you look about as tired as the members and i are," he says, looking down at his clothing that was covered in sweat.

"yeah, speaking of that, you smell," you say, a smile forming on your lips as he turns away and laughs lightly.

"i'll be sure to shower before i come over again."

"you're coming over again?" you ask, an obviously fake look of annoyance on your face as he looks back at you.

"oh don't pretend you don't enjoy my company. fine, how about you and sohee come hang out with all of us?" wooyoung suggests. "tomorrow is going to be crazy, might as well relax beforehand, right?"

you sigh to yourself, weighing out the pros and cons while wooyoung looks at you pleadingly, even going as far as to clasp his hands together in front of him and pout.

"you're so annoying sometimes, wooyoung," you say.

"is that a yes?" he asks, his eyes filled with hope. you nod, and you watch as wooyoung stands from his seat to jump up and down. "party at ours!!"

"wait, you won't be doing my makeup tomorrow?" wooyoung asks as a pout from beside you.

you were currently sitting on the floor of wooyoung and mingi's hotel room, the rest of the ateez members accompanying you as well as sohee, minwoo, and chaebyul.

"no, they changed everything," you answer. "i thought san would have told you all, i talked with him about it earlier."

"so who is doing who's make up?" wooyoung asks, adding on to his other question as he looks back and forth between sohee, minwoo, and yourself.

"minwoo is doing san and yeosang, sohee will do you-" you begin, referencing wooyoung, "- mingi, and jongho, and i'll be doing hongjoong, seonghwa, and yunho."

"i know it'll be a bit different, but i'm sure everything will go smoothly!!" sohee says confidently, a smile present on her face.

"we can use right now to get to know our temporary makeup artists," seonghwa suggests.

and that is how you found yourself in your own little corner, seonghwa, hongjoong, and yunho all within your view as you looked toward the ground. at least, until you heard a voice.

"y/n, what made you want to work for KQ?" you look forward to find hongjoong looking at you.

"sohee is the one who got me here, i met her when we were in cosmetology school, and really she's the one who got me the job," you say, a smile forming on your face at the memories of you and her.

"you two have known each other for a while, huh?" seonghwa asks, leaning his face in his palm as his elbow rests against his leg.

"yes! i believe it's been about four years since i first met her," you say, your voice trailing off as you didn't know where to lead the conversation.

"do you enjoy what you do?" yunho asks, his eyes glancing from your face down to your fidgeting hands in your lap.

"of course! it's always been fun, plus i got to meet amazing people in the process of it all."

"well, i hope us three can be added to that list of amazing people," hongjoong says, a smile on his face.

"oh, you three are already on there!"

"what."

"why wouldn't you three be on there? i know we haven't talked very often in the past, but that doesn't mean i don't think of you all amazing people," you say, a slight pout forming on your lips at the thought.

the conversation continued, but yunho found himself staying quiet, preferring to watch as you interacted with the two oldest members. he watched your body language, how reactive your expressions were, he wanted to take in everything about you.

you were truly beautiful, not only your looks, but your personality and take on the world and everyone around you; he couldn't help but catch himself admiring you.

he didn't know what fueled it, but he started to feel genuinely attracted to you; you had this presence, this aura, that he couldn’t help but want to surround himself in. but what he did know is that he barely knew you, and you barely knew him. he needed you to know that you could rely on him.

he should have stopped that feeling of attraction once he first felt it - there has never been a positive outcome when he acts solely on his feelings:

"i know we don't talk often, but i think you are very kind. i would love if you would allow me to take you out sometime," yunho says. he had brought a small gift with him to present to - who he thought - was the girl of his dreams.

"i don't know you, yunho. i don't like you in that way," she responded. yunho watched as she walked away from him, his face falling as she turned into a mere speck in the distance.

he went home that day and tore apart the gift.

after that incident, yunho decided that maybe he wasn't meant to find love. he thought that if someone wasn't even willing to give him a chance, maybe it wasn't for him.

he went the rest of his school years not even bothering to try to get in a relationship. even when the opportunity presented itself to him. he would turn people's confessions down, making it a mission to never run into them again.

much to his demise, when he joined KQ as a trainee, what he didn't expect was his want to be alone to sprout into relentless need to be with someone. he felt he needed to not only be there for someone emotionally and physically, but he needed someone to be there for him with the same reasons.

of course, once he came to terms with his newfound desire, he didn't expect another emotion to arise:

'why do i feel this way?' yunho thought to himself, his head in his palms as he sat on the edge of his bed. he didn't know how to describe the feeling, but he knew he needed to confide in someone.

[9:14 pm] yunho: are you awake [9:16 pm] san: what's up [9:16 pm] yunho: i feel strange [9:16 pm] san: ... [9:17 pm] san: are you gonna elaborate or...? [9:17 pm] yunho: i want someone here with me [9:17 pm] san: me? [9:17 pm] yunho: no let me finish [9:17 pm] yunho: like... my stomach feels weird [9:18 pm] yunho: i don't really know what to do [9:18 pm] san: it could be one of two things [9:18 pm] san: 1 - stomach ache [9:18 pm] san: 2 - horny [9:19 pm] san: i can't say which one it is, but go to the bathroom. that doesn't work, jack off or something idk [9:19 pm] yunho: those are the only solutions you got? [9:19 pm] san: yes

yunho shut off his phone, staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit room he was in, trying to think of what could help. turning onto his stomach, he hisses slightly at the feeling of his loose boxers rubbing against the tip of his cock.

his face flushes as he lays his head against the pillow, his hips unconsciously rutting against the mattress below him. he reaches his hand down to release his member from its confinements, allowing him to thrust directly onto the sheets below him.

he found himself moaning softly into the pillow, his hands fisting at the bedsheets next to his head. he's masturbated before, but he never realized how something as simple as bedsheets could feel so nice.

he lost himself, hips thrusting at a quick pace before long ropes of cum stain the sheets below him, his breathing rigid as he came down from his high.

what a mess.

yunho didn't know where his new fascination with anything made of cotton would lead him, but what he didn't expect was it to lead him to buying women's underwear.

at this point, he knew he was long gone. he would wrap the soft panties around his hand as he stroked himself, watching as his cum seeped into the material, and imagine the woman he pined over wearing them without a single clue.

that is truly why he needed to stop his attraction toward you before it had a chance to begin. he knew his limits and he couldn't bear the thought of making someone he worked with uncomfortable.

"yunho, is everything alright?" yunho was brought out of his deep thoughts by your voice. he looked toward you, your eyes fixed on him and waiting for an answer.

"everything is fine, why?" he asks.

"everyone’s getting ready to go back to their rooms," you begin. "i brought some different skincare stuff, some of it could be quite relaxing if you'd like to borrow them for tonight. i'm sure you're all stressed for tomorrow."

"no, it's okay! i think i just need some nice sleep tonight, thank you for the offer, though, y/n," yunho replies, flashing you a small smile before he looks toward seonghwa and hongjoong.

"i hope you all sleep well. i'll see you tomorrow!" you say, watching as they exit the room as you bid your goodbye's to wooyoung and mingi, meeting with sohee in the hallway to walk back to your hotel room.

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