When Are U Releasing The Next Parts For The Yunho Drabble Series PLEASE

when are u releasing the next parts for the yunho drabble series PLEASE

just released the next part! don't shut me out(don't shut your legs)

the final part is being edited now!

Out of my drafts, what should I post after the yunho drabble series finale?

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the summary for all the fics can be found here

I really meant to post this and this on new years but who fucking cares. enjoy.

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“Channie, cmon on!”

Chan scrambled to grab the tweeters and the bottle as you turned down the lights and laid out the champagne flutes.

The champagne popped at 2 and you grabbed his shirt at 1 and pulled him into a kiss at ‘Happy New Year’ as the drink foamed out over his hand.

Neither of you were dressed up. He was shirtless in basketball shorts and you were in a shirt three times two big from a random city you visited.

The world outside you exploded in fireworks and cheers to the new year. You were stuck in London after a mix up with your layover while going to visit his family in Australia. The hotel room was quite what you had planned, by now his family rang in the new year about 12 hours ago.

You pulled away from him, smiling so big your cheeks would hurt. He mirrored your happiness before pouring the champagne while you blew a noise maker much louder than you meant to. He grabbed one too and blew it in your face dissolving you into a mess of giggles. Soon, you stopped paying attention to the celebration on tv at all as you kissed again between sips of champagne and dancing to the faint music of the nearest party.

Stuck anywhere with him is still heaven.

don’t shut me out(dont shut your legs)

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4 • pt.5

all the times he made an effort to speak to you at the store. helping you if you seemed too loaded down with books. sneaking longing glances only to see you already looking before your ‘caught’ expression and blush makes you turn away. every bit of effort he put in and yet he still said yes to your friend.

maybe she mistook him being there so often or maybe she didn’t care.

either way he shouldn't have said yes.

he shouldn’t have said yes to coffee. he shouldn’t have said yes to sex. he shouldn’t have said yes to anything after that.

but he did. over and over again. now he has to see your eyes avoid him. he watches while you rethink the load of books you hold, lightening it to something easier to carry. deflates at your one word answers and tight polite smiles.

he shouldn’t have said yes.

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‘that was a bad decision’ is the only thing repeating in his mind.

there are tingles all over his body. the electricity of the hours he spent won't stop. your lidded eyes so close to him, struggling to stay open. the way his heart sped up 1000 beats per minute when you fell against him.

but it's the thought of the bathtub that makes him stop moving on the sidewalk.

the thrill of finally being so close to you intimately isn’t even accurate to say. it's a feeling that calms and energizes him all at once. it makes him feel warm then douses him in cold water.

the cold truly sets in when the full realization hits. he’s with someone.

someone that’s not you.

the fact is stupid to be honest.

he's almost at her place but as the building comes into view he can’t bring himself to go anymore. somehow the guilt towards her isn’t the problem, it’s knowing she would be touching him after you did. he wants the feeling of you to stay with him as long as possible.

with fingers still alight, he types out an excuse of getting caught in more bad weather before turning towards home.

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why havent you called him? or texted him? or something, anything!

when he goes to the store you’re nowhere to be seen. he settles for seeing her, with the guilt rising a little more each time in his throat.

the random day his friend texts him with a coupon to a spa not too far from where he lives, he uses it as it is still far enough away from her, the store you never seem to be at anymore, and his guilt.

however, he would recognize you anywhere. even from the back. in a group of thousands, he could pick you out from any angle. he doesn’t miss the way you seem to consciously ignore him but he hasn’t seen you in weeks so he ignores it. maybe he shouldn’t have.

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he stared at the door in confusion.

you were just having fun a few minutes ago, right? his brain lazily muddled over everything as he got cleaned up. he returned to bed, alone this time, lost in thought. 

he is bothered by what happened. 

it took a while for the gears to start turning but then he realizes how he’s treated you. that night during the storm especially. 

how could he be so stupid? he thought about you laying there alone in the dark

your mind going over the fact that the hands that caressed you less than a few hours before would then be touching someone else, the person he technically belonged to no less.

you probably thought he laid down with her after, holding her the way you both wish he could’ve held you. you probably cried. the thought of you crying sadly alone in the dark apartment made his chest clench painfully.

you were both doing something wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling more guilt. he had thought about it briefly a few times before. how much he still wanted to be with you. how he was getting what he wanted in some capacity without having to hurt someone else. somewhere deep down he knew he was playing with your feelings but it felt so good to have you.

what else could he do?

he thoughts drifted back to you crying, feeling dejected and alone, this time so close. you were right across the hall this time. 

he could go over and wipe your tears. he could apologize and make it right. how he would do so he wasn’t sure but he would try while he dried the tears he caused. he sat up quickly, flinching away when the brightness of the sun caught him through the sliver of openness in the curtains. after the momentary blindness, he hopped off his bed, moving quickly to fling open his door and run to yours but it was too late.

•

‘don’t shut me out’ he types. he stares at the message before backspacing all the way to blank. he hasn’t even attempted to make it right. at least not more than simply thinking about it. the last thing he wants is for it to be taken as ‘don’t close your legs’.

he doesn’t mean it that way. well he does but he doesn’t.

he means he wants all of you but he can’t just say that. he can’t think straight enough to craft a long form thought let alone make it meaningful.

he’s just stuck. he can only say those words into the air now.

‘don’t shut me out’ 

hopefully, the universe knows the full extent of what he truly means

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