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# STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ; PSH !?

pairing : seonghwa X gn!reader

au ; fluff, established relationship

warnings ; none

wc ; 700 words

“seonghwa, you can’t be serious”

this was probably the fifth time (approximate) that seonghwa had interrupted your fruitful working time with yet another plea for what sounded like an excuse for kisses.

“what?” he gasped dramatically. “my arm hurts”

“and?”

“i need you to kiss it better for me”

“gosh, hwa” you mumbled under your breath, as he watched you, wide-eyed. like a curious child, one might say.

seonghwa was someone you could trust with your life. although the screams from your apartment, when a little spider friend decided to join him in a shower, were hilarious.

but, no matter how much he hated bugs, he’d always be your knight in shining armor.

he’d always be the one with open arms on a bad day, never complaining about his snot and tear clad shirt, rather leaving kisses to your forehead everytime he heard a sniffle.

he was also the one to sulk around all day because you didn’t give him a good morning kiss, like a few weeks ago, when you had to leave bed early (and somehow wrangling your way out out both his arms and legs around you).

he refused to do anything other than sitting on the couch with a little pout when you came home later that day. he didn’t even budge when you said you brought home strawberry cake.

that was until he finally spoke up about not getting a good morning kiss, with so much seriousness, one might think he was actually being serious.

“hwa, sweetheart i’m sorry” you tried getting his attention which was definetly not on you.

no reply. instead, his gaze jabbed against the slice of cake lying on the table.

“i’ll make it up to you” you said with a hope that he’d finally stop sulking.

now that was something he’d like.

“fine” he said, maintaining his ‘angry man’ etiquette. but you saw that little smile. “kiss me”

seonghwa was strawberry cake personified. much like strawberry shortcake. he was the one rooting for you, a lopsided smile telling you that everything’s going to be okay.

maybe it was the subtle things that seonghwa did that made you fall for him even more. maybe it was, the subtle things that made you fall for his stupidly-cute antics every single day.

“y/n” he whined. oh god, there it is, that stupid pout. “kiss”

“fine, you big baby” he smiled wide when you finally gave in, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“hey ! that’s not fair !”

everytime he did something remotely adorable, like waddling around in his rabbit pj’s, he’d always have a tinge of red left on his cheek. and it would always spread down to his ears and neck when you kissed him.

seonghwa was always considered the ‘mom’ in his group of friends. he’d always be the one taking care of everyone, pestering and nagging. sometimes, they’d even whine about seonghwa being too much of a mom.

seonghwa’s hugs were like hot chocolate. the warmth his body engulfed you, and the kisses being pressed everywhere on your face, were better than hot chocolate, though.

a smile broke out from you, as you pressed a kiss against his lips for probably the twentieth time that night, his arms pulling you closer to him.

“i thought you were busy” he said, innocently. the glint in his eye said otherwise. with no reply from you, he continued, “thought so, your lips are too pretty to not kiss all the time”

and you went red.

see, that was another thing about seonghwa and his shameless flirting. he doesn’t have a time or place to put them to good use

not that you complained.

seonghwa always looked at you like you hung the stars, hongjoong would complain after weeks of pining over you. which now has hongjoong knowing way too much in detail about what you like.

of course, seonghwa wouldn’t let you go ever again without a morning kiss. but he liked waking up next to you, in peace, better than anything in the world ; sweet words and stinky morning breaths.

he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

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

wc: 599 (not proofread)

genre: fluffy fluffss🩷☁️

"YOUR MAJESTYYYYY!!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dividers

only you [s.m.g]

pairing: CEO!Song Mingi x Female!Pregnant!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: poorly written fluff. that's it. thats the warning. an: i blame drakes verse and my need to write an au with this fine as fuck man. this is very soft!

You shuffled into Mingi’s office, pulling the shawl closer to yourself as you padded across the wooden floors. His room seemed to get bigger every time you came.

You could see his silhouette against the window, illuminated by the soft yellowing light that shone from the lamp on his desk, the only true source of light in He was talking to someone over the phone, running his fingers through his hair and pacing, tone obviously frustrated.

You paused, listening in for a few moments before you stepped back. The floorboard creaked as you took another step, causing you to wince. If he hadn’t heard you before, he’d definitely heard you now.

“Yes I know, and I think we should- Y/n? Is that you?” Mingi turned around, spotting you in your attempt to sneak away. “I gotta go, my wife is here- Tell him to contact me when he’s ready.”

“I’m sorry about that Min,” You murmured, cheeks heating up from your spot as he sat down at his desk, setting his phone right down as he watched you, “I didn’t realize I’d be making so much noise .”

“You know you’re always welcome here,” He sighed, patting his thigh “c’mere, I wanna see you.”

You tiredly shuffled to him, gingerly placing yourself in his lap. He yanked you closer to him impatiently, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in so long Min,” You whispered, running a hand through his hair, “I miss you. Can’t sleep lately because of the baby either.”

“I know,” He frowned, looking up at you with apologetic eyes, “‘m sorry.”

“It can’t be helped,” You sighed, “you’re always working hard. I applaud you for being able to pull that off.”

“Perks of being a CEO,” he muttered, a pout spreading on his face as you pulled him closer.

“If you want, I could try and help you,” You said, brushing the falling hair out of his eyes, “I do know a thing or two about running a business.”

He snickered, holding back stronger laughs as you watched, confused.

“You? Run a business?” He burst out laughing, stopping as you landed a smack on his back, “Sorry! Sorry, i was just laughing thinking how scary you’d be as a boss-”

“Damn right,” You huffed, glaring at him.

“I don’t doubt you and your fearsome temper,” Mingi teased, kissing your temple as your face heated up, attempting to hide in the crook of his neck from his advances, “but I don't think it’d be fair of me to make a pregnant woman work.”

“But then-” He stopped you, looking you dead in the eyes with a smile. “If I have to, I'll just pass on the work to Yunho and maybe some of the other COOs!” 

“Mingi,” You groaned, rubbing your face with your hands, “That’s not very fair-”

“But If i get to spend time with you and spoil you, it works out! Now I wanna spoil you for being so patient with me,” He grinned, leaning into your space. “So, what does my pretty wife want? Hm?”

“Min, I have a closet full of clothes worth more than me and my food is always stocked,” You deadpanned softly, giving him a kiss on his jaw, “if anything, I just want you to go to bed with me right now.” 

“But baby,” Mingi whined, rubbing his face into your shoulder, “I just wanna show you how much I love you.”

“If you wanna be like that, I'll hope you hold to your promise of giving that work-” You paused, yawning, “-to someone else because I am tuckered out. It’s two in the morning and I am ready to snooze.”

“Fine, but only for you!" He scoffed, rolling his eyes with affection as you raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to carry you?” He chuckled, muscles obviously flexing against your back.

“Alright, go on, you big show off-” You yelped as he lifted you up, twirling you around.

“This is fun, we should do it more often!” He exclaimed, earning a small smile from you. His phone suddenly rang on his desk, abandoned by the both of you.

“Are you going to get that or…?”

“It can wait,” He grinned, kissing you on the nose, “lest i should keep you waiting.”

“No objections here captain,” You murmured, leaning into him, “now let's go, or i'm gonna be seriously grouchy.”

MINGI WITH A CHUBBY READER

PAIRINGS: Boyfriend mingi X chubby reader

WARNING: NSFW, SFW

A/n: This is something new I'm trying, bear w me Hehe, and don't get me started this man has been on my mind for some days now and it is getting serious.

NOT SO SWF BUT…

Head on your tits while sleeping or cuddling.

Loves to have you on his lap while you are together.

Buys you sundresses and helps you overcome your insecurities of thick thighs.

Would always make you feel loved about your body.

Will lay soft kisses on your cheeks and bite sometimes while cooing about how soft they are.

Will spank your ass every time you're cooking and, loves to see that ass when you crutch down while working out.

NSFW

A whole ass simp when you wear crop tops and skirts.

Will grab your ass anytime you’re near him whether it’s public or when you’re alone.

Will use your big boobs as stress balls.

Constant spanking on your ass while he is fucking you behind.

Oh, doggy style his favorite would love to see you throw your ass back and fuck yourselves on him.

Would lick and leave hickeys on your soft plushy thighs while he is eating you out.

Wishes to get suffocated between your thick thighs.

Will spread your chubby pussy folds just so he can spit and make you messy.

Would fuck you in missionary just to see your boobs bouncing at the speed of his thrusts.

Loves when he fucks his cock between your plushy boobs.

He loves it when you sit on his face with your thighs just beside his head and your face when you fall apart on his tongue.

Body worship to max he would never fail to tell you how pretty you are and would kiss and lick all your stretch marks.

You find him on his knees when you wear those little and tight lingerie for him.

nothing compares to you.

pairing: song mingi x fem reader (afab)

genre: smut, fluff, non-idol!au, established relationship

rating: mature/18+ (minors DNI).

word count: 3.2k

warnings: explicit smut [fingering, slight somnophilia?, praise, unprotected sex, wet dreams], language

summary: you’re relieved when you wake up from a nightmare—especially once you realize mingi has been having a much, much different kind of dream than you.

You’re falling.

You’d been climbing up this steep, rocky cliff for as long as you can remember, jagged rocks digging into your palms and dirt making its way underneath your fingernails as you ascend, paying for each brutal inch upwards with your own sweat and tears—but you’re exhausted. You’ve gone too far, for too long. And you’ve slipped. You’re falling.

You don’t even remember how you’d gotten up to the edge of that cliff in the first place, where you’d been going or where you’d come from, but you’re certainly careening off of it now, accelerating with the wind in your hair as you plummet towards the water at the bottom of the cliff face, unable to shut your eyes even as you brace yourself for the impact—

You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness of your bedroom. A dream—it was just a dream. A nightmare, more likely, but still nothing more, even as your heartbeat continues to pound in your chest as the adrenaline wears off.

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Bump Into You

Prompt: Your childhood best friend finally comes back after studying from abroad and something in your dynamic changes.

General tags: friends to lovers, fluff i think?, he is tall, very tall.

Word count: 5.0K

“Can I Facetime you? Urgency level 10.” you quickly text Yunho. You briefly see his chat bubble appear and then disappear, seeing as he called you.

“What’s burning? What happened? Is someone following you?” he asks concerned, as he inspects your background, noticing you are in your room. He exhales loudly and you giggle, wiping your tears and hugging your knees.

“I miss you. We haven’t talked that much lately and I miss you so much.” your words come out muffled, sniffling and new tears replace the ones you just wiped. You’ve always been this attached to him, he was the only person that ever allowed you to be clingy and express your feelings the way you wanted and needed, and he took it all gladly. He loved being loved by you, which made you love him even more.

He sighs and you notice as his expression morphs into a sad one, seeing his lips gain a small pout. “I miss you too princess. But I will be with you soon, just a few more weeks and I will be there.” he says trying to comfort you, at which you nod and try to stop your tears.

“Are you busy? Do you have things to do? Anything to study for?” you ask slightly anxious that you are wasting his time. You see him scratch the back of his neck and nod. “Yeah… I have like two exams coming up this week and a few more presentations to work on. But they can wait, you need me way more and you are more important.” he replies he smiles sweetly at you.

Is this the right time to mention the huge crush you’ve had on this man for the past nine years? A crush that was impossible to get rid of. Your heart does a flip at his smile.

“No fucking way. Did you make plans with your friends to study?” you ask alarmed, straightening your back and looking at him. “I did but I already told them that I’m not coming the moment you texted me. It’s okay princess, really.” he reassures you again.

“Nope. It is not. We are having a study date together right now. I should be studying too. Come on get your notebooks and let’s go.” you say fully motivated as you go to sit on your desk and get your things ready. He laughs and looks at you lovingly with a cute small smile plastered on his lips. He also goes to sit at his desk and gets to work, at times mumbling whatever he was reading or writing or even explaining it to you so he himself could understand it. As for you, not much studying happened as you couldn’t help but stare at his focused, concentrated face.

The love you have for this man… You are doomed.

***

You check yourself in the mirror once more before picking up your tote bag that had your things and leaving your house, getting into your car and heading towards the airport.

After 

Your childhood best friend Yunho is finally coming back home after studying abroad for the past three years. And while you two still talked on the phone and texted a lot, not being able to see him whenever you wanted was annoying, as well as the lack of any physical contact, which was so painful for you to be suddenly robbed by his warm hugs, by his arms circling your waist and pulling you oh so close.

You shake your head at the thought. You were about to see him and your heart was beating like crazy. Sure maybe you had a small crush on him. For the past 9 years of your life, and sure maybe you should give up already, but your heart can't calm down whenever he's around. But you are not delusional enough to interpret every touch and every look he gives you as him reciprocating your crush for him, the two of you have always been this close and used disgustingly cute pet names just to annoy each other. You are more than okay with Yunho not liking you like that.

Before you know it you reach the airport, thanks to being lost in your thoughts. You park your car quickly and get inside the building, looking to see when exactly his plane lands. He lands in 10 minutes at gate 5, so you quickly look for it, and while there are around five minutes left of waiting, you remember you forgot something in your car. Could you make a run for it? I mean for sure, it takes forever to get off the plane and get your luggage and everything. So you run out of the building and towards your car to get the bouquet of flowers you got for your friend on your way to the airport.

Once you have the flowers in your arms, you quickly rearrange them and head back inside the airport, but after you check the arrivals screen again you don’t see Yunho’s flight anymore. Did everyone unbark already?

You started to take bigger steps towards gate 5. Or was it gate 4? You couldn’t remember. You were now jogging towards the area where you thought (and wished) the right gate was, and while in your hurry you jog full force into someone’s chest, the flowers squish between your body and the person’s in front of you. Oh fuck not Yunho’s flowers.

You take a step back and tears gather at the corners of your eyes as you look at the now very squished flowers, some of the petals falling off. Without making eye contact (you always hated making eye contact with strangers) you started apologising to the poor person you just hit and somehow didn’t see at all.

“I’m so so sorry, I don’t know where I was looking. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” you ask while looking at the ground now, trying to keep the tears at bay so they wouldn’t spill over, looking very sadly at the flowers.

“Are you ok princess?” responds a very familiar voice. The pet name disgusted you at first, coming from a stranger as far as you knew, but once the voice registered in your mind, you raised your head, you raised it so much that your neck was in a very uncomfortable position. It was Yunho. A very tall Yunho. Taller than you remembered.

“Yunho.” you whisper and then get your arms around his wait, pulling him into a very tight hug. If you weren’t crying before, you surely were crying now, while you were snuggling into his chest, not caring if you were dirtying his shirt, and he didn’t seem to care either, as one of his arms went around your shoulders and the other was resting on the top of your head, caressing your hair gently. He was talking to you, but you were so overwhelmed by his presence and scent and just all sorts of emotions that you could not hear anything anymore, you were just feeling everything. Your heart was beating so fast and you were hearing his heartbeat just as fast as yours and you were smiling like crazy into his chest. Oh how you missed him.

“Never leave for this long again.” you muffle while your face is still buried in his chest and you feel him laugh under your touch, which makes you smile.

You finally pull back, taking a step back and wiping your tears with the back of your hand, not caring at all how messy your face was right now. You remember the bouquet you had in your hand the whole time and you give the flowers one last look before you stretch your arm with the flowers towards him.

Yunho looked down at the very colourful flowers trying to contain his excitement, but his smile was the widest and prettiest you’ve ever seen. “For you. They are Gladiolus, I know you’ve talked about how much you like them that one time. I’m sorry, they looked so much prettier five minutes ago before I basically ran you over…” you shily say while looking down at your feet, still embarrassed by you bumping into him like that. He takes the flowers gladly, looking at them adoringly and smiling, you would even say he was blushing a little. He slightly leans down and circles your waist with his arms and pulls you in a hug and lifts you at the same time, your feet leaving the floor, being forced to quickly wrap your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t fall, letting out a surprised squeak.

“I love them. Thank you.” he says as he buries his face in your neck, his deep, low voice and his very strong scent and steady hold on you making you freeze for a brief second, in which you start playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck.

He slowly puts you back on the ground and you look up at him. When and how did he get this tall? “Let’s go.” you say as you grab one of his luggages and drag it after you. He knows it’s pointless if he insists he carries it, so he doesn’t even try, instead he just follows right behind while still looking at the flowers lovingly, dragging behind him the other luggage that had on top of it a huge shoulder bag. You are the only person to ever give him flowers, and while this isn’t the first time you gave him pretty flowers, he is always in awe when he receives them.

“When the fuck did you get this tall? What have you been doing over there?” you ask jokingly to break him out of his trance and he laughs. “Maybe you just got shorter?” he replies jokingly and you slap his arm which just makes him laugh more. “I grew like two inches. I’m not really sure how but I didn’t notice it until people started pointing it out. I’m around 6'2 now, not that much of a difference honestly.” he continues and you try to hide your shock. 6'2. Holy fuck. There was a time when the two of you were the same height, and you’re not even that short, you’re 5'6. This guy just kept stretching.

You look with the corner of your eye at him and how much taller he is than you, towering over you while just walking next to you. You return your eyes ahead of you, feeling as your face was starting to redden up. “How was the flight?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the way he made you feel. He starts telling you all about it while you lead him towards your car. He puts the luggages in the trunk and then gets in the front seat.

“How have you been? How has the town been? Living without me must’ve been terrible right? I’m impressed you didn’t burn the house down.” he teases. Before he moved to Japan for his Master’s he used to be your dorm mates. It just made sense, you know? Being friends for so long and getting along so well, your communication was so good and you two worked so well together, it was the most obvious thing to move in together. And it was the most obvious thing to continue like this now. You two living together was also another factor of why you didn’t plan on telling him the feelings you have for him, besides the obvious of him not feeling the same. 

You didn’t look for a new dorm mate while he was gone either, even though he said he was okay with the idea of renting his room while he was gone, you weren’t okay with it.

“It was horrible, never dare leave me alone for this long again.” you say in a joking tone even though you were dead serious, and he knows it as well.

On the ride to your house he tells you about the friends he made in Japan, how they threw him a small party the night before, how they all ended up crying over him leaving while the rest of them were staying. “Though one of the girls, Yoko, I’ve told you about her before, confessed that she liked me for a while. But I turned her down for multiple reasons.” he says at one point and the statement makes your heart skip a beat. I mean yeah, who wouldn’t. “We all promised to keep in touch. They might even visit one day. You will have to meet them when they do, they are really the nicest.” Yunho continues to tell you excited while you were still stuck on the girl liking him, your grip on the steering wheel tightening. Were you mad? No, no reason or right to be. Jealous? Maybe only because this girl had the courage to say something you’ve been trying to say for nine years. 

“What got you so mad? Your knuckles are turning white. What are you thinking about?” Yunho asks, concerned as he touches your hand that was on the gear. You flinch at the unexpected contact and quickly focus back on the road. This is not the time to be getting jealous for no good reason. “I was thinking if I locked the door or not when I left.” you quickly lie and he looks at you with a doubtful look but brushes it off, telling you about the friends he made at the dance classes he attended. 

That was close.

*

Once you park your car in the driveway you help Yunho with his luggage and bring them into his room. “Did you clean my room?” he asks after he looks around, noticing there is little to no dust on the furniture. “Yeah every once in a while. I didn’t want dust to pile up and I wanted to welcome you back with a clean room.” you say while you follow him with your eyes as he falls on the bed, letting out a sigh. “Feels good to finally be home.” he mumbles while his face is buried in a pillow. You smile widely. He said home. He thinks of you and this place as home. His words make you insanely happy and want to do flips. Despite having had a great time in Japan, with a girl liking him, he still considered this his home.

“Wanna leave you to get some sleep? I know you had a few stressful days with the whole coming back process.” you ask while shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He nods. “Yeah. Thank you. We will catch up when I wake up. Love you.” he says in a very sleepy voice and you nod, silently leaving his room and entering yours.

And then it hits you.

What did he say?

Did he say what you heard him say?

Did he actually say that?

You’re pretty sure he did.

Are you so down bad for him that you’re starting to imagine him saying this?

That can’t be right.

It’s fine. He loves you as a friend. Friends always say this shit.

Not you two though you never actually said you love each other.

Stop spiralling. He’s your best friend, you’ve known each other for so long, it goes without saying that you love each other. It has gone without saying for so long. And yeah, maybe you love each other in very different ways, but it’s still love. But if he says it more often your heart will break over and over again every time, as being in love with someone and loving someone are so different.

You fall face down onto the bed, letting out an exasperated groan that was muffled by your pillow. Let’s hope this won’t become a usual thing, because the way the words fell out his mouth sounded beautiful.

***

A week has passed since Yunho came back home and you are feeling as if your sanity is slowly leaving you. You are starting to think that he knows you like him and he’s playing a prank on you.

He keeps telling you either muffled or whispered ‘love you’ ’s at different times of the day, but you either pretend you don’t hear him or actually don’t hear him, in which case you ask him what he said and he always says ‘nothing’.

A bit more touchier than usual, which is crazy to say since you are very touchy usually, but here you think you might look into it too much. But you feel like he is closer than usual, his arms rest around your waist for a few seconds longer, you catch him staring more often. When you hang out with your friends he always ends up sitting next to you, with his arm either around your shoulders and dragging you closer to him or with his head resting on your shoulder and snuggling into you, which always makes you a flustered, blushing mess that your friends never comment on or tease you for, since they know the way you feel about Yunho.

Mingi was the first to notice and then everyone else knew about it. Was it that they noticed themselves or Mingi told them, you’ll never know.

And no matter how hard you tried to not fall for it, how hard you tried to convince yourself that this was just what friends did, you just couldn’t. Your first thought was that maybe he liked you, but you gave up on that thought quickly as it made no sense. Your second thought was that maybe he was playing a prank on you, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and was making fun of you, but again this was very unlikely, Yunho wouldn’t do that, would he? But what else could it be?

These were the thoughts that were drowning your mind as you were at a pub with your friends, being in a situation similar to a past one. On the bench, next to Yunho, his arm casually around your shoulders, pulled close to him, your head resting on his shoulder, one of his hands playing with the ends of your hair while actively participating in the conversation.

Suddenly he laughs with his entire body, as he always does, and that pulls you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You raise your head and look up at him, seeing as he has his head thrown back, laughing loudly, his eyes closed shut and you can’t help but smile. He’s so beautiful, so breathtaking and your heart swells up, your entire being becoming happy and feeling warm and fuzzy. You love him so much and he brings so many pleasant emotions that it makes you sad, melancholic.

He finally lowers his head, having calmed down his laughing and he looks down at you, making eye contact, having the biggest smile on his lips and you feel like you could explode. Yunho’s grip on your shoulders suddenly tightens and he pulls you closer, pressing his lips on your forehead and then pulling back, straightening his head and returning to the conversation your friends were having.

You however, didn’t change your position. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly in surprise, staring at the wall, trying to process what happened. You could still feel his lips on your forehead, so soft. However you could also feel your face heat up and your friends’ eyes on you. You readjust your head and look down at your lap, looking at your hands fidgeting trying to distract yourself and maybe convince yourself that nothing happened, but the lingering sensation on your forehead was telling you otherwise.

Maybe you should talk to Yunho tonight when you get home. Maybe.

You are suddenly very aware of your lack of interaction with your friends, you’ve barely said a word or touched your drink ever since you’ve gotten here hours ago.

You clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention, including Yunho’s, who was looking down at you curiously this time. You make eye contact with the people that are sitting across from you. “I think I will go home now, I have to wake up early tomorrow, but this hangout was fun, we are finally in the complete formation.” is the little white lie you come up with.

After you are done speaking you stand up, Yunho taking his arm away seconds before you stand up, and after you hug everyone goodbye and wish them to continue having fun, promising to meet up again soon, after one final look at Yunho you leave the pub.

Tonight you will talk with Yunho. And you will tell him everything. Because you are starting to feel like he is giving you false hope.

It was around midnight, it was still warm outside but every once in a while a breeze would pass by and cool you down a bit. You didn’t take your car as you thought you’d be drinking more than you did and the pub is kind of close to your house anyway, you should be safe to arrive on your own. 

Your head was filled with all the small touches Yunho shared with you throughout the week, but the forehead kiss from tonight was something else, it caught you off guard the most. You were thinking so deeply about it that you didn’t hear Yunho call after you to wait up, which lead to him touching your shoulder to get your attention and startling you, scared it would be a stranger, but as you turn around and instantly make eye contact with someone’s chest you are quick to figure out that it’s Yunho and you look up at him, relieved.

You bring your hand over your heart, feeling it beat very fast, taking a deep breath. “Never do that again, I could’ve died!” you say in an exaggerated tone and you hear him giggle, he puts one of his hands on your and pats you gently. “Oh don’t be dramatic, I tried getting your attention by talking to you but you were deep in thought and didn’t hear me. What were you even thinking about?” he asks as he leans in closer to you, his face inches away, inspecting your face carefully, his breath fanning your face slightly. You look at him mesmerised for more seconds than you would’ve liked and then straighten up, his hand leaving your back and then straightening up again, looking down at you, still waiting for an answer.

‘You have to tell him NOW.’ are the words that keep repeating in your head, the rational part of your brain yelling at you that if you don’t talk to him about it now you will keep postponing it.

‘What if you will ruin your friendship? Who will have to find a new place to stay? What if it will make things awkward? Just come up with something!’ is saying the insecure part of your brain, which usually overpowers any other thought you might have.

But not this time.

You are tired of hanging on to false hope.

Sure, you wanted to talk about it when you got home or maybe tomorrow, but things don’t always go the way we plan.

“Why are you doing this?” you say while looking somewhere behind him. He lets out a confused ‘hm?’, tilting his head slightly, seeing with the corner of your eye how much he looked like a puppy. Oh you’re about to break your own heart.

“All the recent touches, the public affection, all the whispered and muffled things you say that some I can hear. Why are you doing this?”

Silence. Yunho tenses up slightly.

“We’ve always been close, sure, but not this close. At least in my opinion. And don’t get me wrong, I love every second of it but…” you say, taking a deep breath in. What you’re about to say can change your entire relationship. You exhale.

“I know you probably caught on that I like you more than a friend, or probably Mingi told you. But giving me all this false hope in the past weeks has been a double edged sword, because I’m so certain you don’t mean these things the way I wish you did, which is fine. But I’ve been indulging in them, and it hurts.” you continue, feeling a knot forming in your throat and tears filling up your eyes, making them burn.

Still nothing from him. You’re starting to feel anxious.

“I hope this won’t make things awkward between us, I don’t want us to stop being friends or housemates, but could you please stop giving me false hope? It might be fun for you, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it for.” you say, letting the tears softly fall from your eyes, caressing your cheeks as they fall. You finally look at him. You are done with your speech and waiting for his move now. You said everything, and you feel relieved and burdened at the same time as you wait for a reply, a small part of you hoping for the impossible, hoping that he feels the same way you do. You let out a shaky breath.

His eyes are glossy, he has his lips slightly parted and a confused frown. Yunho opens his mouth a bit more and you close your eyes, as if waiting for a physical impact that his words might have.

“Y/N…” he says as his hands reach for yours. You squeeze your eyes shut. While Yunho is holding your hands gently, he brings them up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, making you open your eyes in surprise. “I’m sorry I made you believe I was toying with you. Or that I made you believe I wasn’t in love with you all this time.” he says and Yunho’s hands let go of yours, making your arms fall limp next to your body. “...What?” you say confused, looking at him bewildered.

Yunho’s big hands cup your face, stopping the tears that gathered around your jaw and with his thumb wiping away any other tears that stained your cheeks. He was slightly leaning over you, you were looking up at him with your eyes teary and shiny and he swore he could see stars in them. He smiles softly at you, caressing your cheek, but you're frozen, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Can I kiss you?” Yunho asks as he leans in more, his forehead almost touching yours, completely towering over you. Your eyes widen. Is this real? Are you imagining it? Is this a dream? You couldn’t care less. You nod your head as you still haven’t found your voice to talk again.

And Yunho wastes no time, leaning in and connecting your lips. And it felt so good, electrifying, sending waves of shocks in your entire body. You were overwhelmed in the best way possible. One of Yunho’s hands travels down to the side of your neck while the other one remains on your face. Yunho was going at your pace, his soft lips following your moves and letting you take the lead and adjust. 

You pull away slightly, raising your hands to the back of his neck and making him stick his forehead to yours, making him lean more over you as you were standing on your tippy toes. He pecks your lips once, getting a giggle out of you.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, it really wasn’t my intention. I was trying to make it obvious that I also like you. I was planning on telling you, but I didn’t know when and how and I was overthinking it and spiralling even though I knew you felt the same way and despite ev-” he rambles as he tried to put some space between you two but you drag him back in in a deeper kiss this time. You gently bite his bottom lip, letting him know to open his mouth, which he does immediately, and so your tongue meets his eager one. The kiss is slow, in a way experimental but full of promise, getting used to each other, exploring freely. Until you run out of air and you two have to pull away, panting for air.

“You can be so dumb at times.” you say in a lighthearted tone as you let go of your grip on the back of his neck and go in for a hug, your arms circling his waist and pulling him close, with your head pressed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Just like a few weeks ago when you picked him up from the airport.

“Says the one that got flustered over every touch I gave them and got jealous when I mentioned Yoko. Are you not the same person that screamed in their pillow like a teenage girl when I told them I love them two weeks ago?” Yunho teases you as he rests his chin on top of your head. You playfully slap his back in response while your cheeks were heating up. So he heard you… Embarrassing.

You stay like that for a bit, hugging him tightly, every once in a while rocking back and forth, Yunho placing kisses on the top of your head while playing with your hair. “I love you, Yunho. So much.” you say as you look at the pavement. You feel his heartbeat pick up and you smile. Cute. “I love you too, princess.” he replies and he squeezes you.

“I wanted to have this talk with you at home not in the middle of the street but I guess this works too…” you say as you pull away, looking up at him in admiration. He brings one of his hands up to your face and fixes your hair. “Let’s go home then.” Yunho replies as he takes a hold of your hand and interlocks your fingers, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand and starts walking towards your house.

“I’m already there.” you reply, more for yourself, as you look at your intertwined fingers. You’ve been waiting so long for this moment.

yunho... tall...

Cupid's Arrow - Choi San

Synopsis: You refused to spend another Valentine's Day alone. You have tried online dating, having friends set you up on spontaneous dates, and even made efforts to flirt in public. This year, you were settling for something a bit different - speed-dating.

Pairing: non-idol!Choi San x fem. reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, trying to find love in a major city

Warning: mentions alcohol consumption, slight vulgar language, suggestive sexual activity

Word Count: 3.8k

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"This is.. West 4th-Washington Square. Please stand clear of the opening doors."

Your heart was racing, your body practically trembling as you stared forward. Was this actually going to happen?

Ding

Quickly but carefully, you pushed yourself out of the opening of the subway. You didn't want to get trampled by the crowds of people trying to get in. You've learned better to just move as quickly as possible if you want to make it to your destination on time.

You also learned how easily frustrated people get when they are behind someone who either doesn't know where they are going or is just walking slowly.

Last year, you took the leap of faith and moved to New York City. Like many others, you dreamed of moving to this extravagant place to make a name for yourself. You daydreamed of walking the busy streets and having a cute tiny apartment with a skyline view. You sacrificed that latter wish for an in-unit washer and dryer - a real jackpot find!

While you certainly have made friends in the city, you often find yourself frustrated with the dating department. You have been on several first dates, a few that turned into second and third dates. One or two turned into potential relationships.

Yet, it would quickly fizzle out.

At first, you thought that it was something with you. You tried changing how you approach first dates, how you dress for them - anything that you thought you could be doing wrong was thought over meticulously.

"The problem isn't you," your roommate vowed. Your racing mind was settled by the NYC Dating Queen herself. She has been through the wringer with guys throughout the whole city. "You're in your 20s in New York City," she laughed. "Most guys are thinking with their dick first then their brain. Ever notice how many guys are reaching back out, begging for another chance?"

You slowly nodded your head. "Yeah, which is so annoying because by the time they think straight, I've already moved on."

Maybe you were a bit old-fashioned when it came to love. No, you weren't in the market to settle down quite yet. You wanted to meet someone and take things slow, go on dates, and be exclusive before making that big of a commitment. Getting the conversation out of the dating apps was the first milestone you wanted to achieve.

"Good! Don't give them any type of satisfaction. All of these guys are dates from Tinder?" "Yep," you announced, making sure to pop the 'p' before taking a sip out of your wine glass. "So you're also getting the mix of tourist guys who are just horny and wanting to fuck while visiting the city."

You groaned at the realization, your head leaning back against the arm of the couch. How was she always right about this kind of stuff?

"You deserve to meet your prince charming in another way. Clearly, dating apps are not cutting it." "And going up to a guy at the bar scares me," you confessed before fixing your posture.

The two of you were sitting on the couch. It was a snowy night in the city which caused many of your evening plans to get canceled. The two of you were nestled on the couch, watching a movement on HBO Max with a chilled bottle of red wine. Your other roommate managed to escape the apartment to go on a date tonight. Lucky bitch.

"You know how our lovely roommate is out on a date?"

You nodded again as you looked over, an eyebrow raised. Wherew as this going?

"She only got together with him once she deleted the dating apps and tried something different." And the look on your other roommate's face told you she had something planned for you.

That was how you find your way navigating through the busy streets of Manhattan. You had no idea that speed-dating was so popular, or that it could be successful. Your roommate's current relationship gave you hope that meeting someone this authentically could be the solution to your problems.

Tonight, speed-dating was taking place at a bar in Greenwich Village. You've honestly been trying to come grab brunch here as you were drawn to the aesthetics shown off on social media.

It did bring a smile to your face to see the white-painted door surrounded by vines. Three brick steps led up to the front door. It was like a little escape room all the steel and concrete of the city.

Even though you were ecstatic to be going to this new place, it didn't help your nerves. You were the type of person who loved getting to know someone for sure, but something was intimidating about going on multiple "first dates." You had to put on a good impression for more than an hour.

“Hi, you also hear for the speed dating?” A voice called out from beside you.

You looked over to see the most gorgeous man. He was tall, dressed in a black button up which peaked from the grey winter coat he was wearing. His hair was sleeked back with a few strands framing his forehead. He also wore this soft smile which made your knees weak. He was definitely going to be hot commodity tonight.

You nodded slightly, offering also a gentle smile. “How could you tell?” “Let’s just say I’m hoping to get to know you better tonight,” he said, winking.

It took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. You never met someone who spoke so coolly. He was the total package.

“Come on, let’s get you out of the cold. You’re practically shivering.”

Maybe it was from the chilly evening hair. Or maybe it was your nerves overriding your system. Either way, you were not going to disclose the truth. Not when this gentleman had his hand placed on your lower back to help you inside.

“Already trying to win me over?” You asked teasingly. “How could you tell?” He asked, matching your tone from earlier.

The two of you shared soft laughter as you crossed the threshold into the cocktail bar. There were tables lined up with white linen, a candle in the middle, and a short bouquet of flowers. Frank Sinatra was playing overheard, both screaming New York and romance. The mystery man stood slightly behind you, his hand leaving your back which you already missed.

“Hi! Sorry, we are closed for a private event,” the hostess said. “Oh no, sorry! We are both here for the speed-dating event,” you explained.

The hostess blush lightly from her mistake before nodding her head. “My apologizes, I assumed you two were already a couple since you walked in together. Can I get your name, please?”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at the insinuation. Sure, you guys happened to cross paths with the handsome stranger. Possibilities were endless though!

“Y/f/n y/l/name” “Great! All checked in. Here is your number ticket that indicates your table. And here is two drink tickets for the evening.”

You nodded, saying a quick “thank you.” You took the tickets before putting your phone in your purse. It bought you enough time to overhear the stranger behind you and gain some pieces of his identity.

“And your name, sir?” “Choi San.”

You smiled to yourself once you got his name. Choi San.

Not wanting to linger anymore, you began making your way to the long row of tables. Each table had a heart laminated and taped to the table. They were numbered 1-16. Glancing down at your ticket, you saw you were placed at number 7, your own lucky number.

More people were beginning to file into the establishment. However, you were trying your best not to scope out too much. You wanted to go into this open-minded, wanting to take in the experience while remaining open to the potential of finding a new connection. It didn’t help that your mind was already infiltrated with a man named Choi San.

“Looks like I’ll have to wait a little bit to get to know you, pretty girl,” San said.

He winked at you as he passed by your table, heading towards Table 8. Looks like you’ll be ending your night on a high note if he would be your last encounter of the night. You watched him for a moment. He sat on the opposite side of you, giving an indicator that the men will either be transitioning or the females will.

Feeling your eyes on him, he looked over at you too quickly for your liking. It didn’t give you enough of a chance to glance away. Your cheeks were also a key indicator what you had been up to, which weren’t really concealed despite the dimmed lighting. He chuckled lightly underneath his breath before he got to work at shrugging off his jacket.

You couldn’t pull your eyes away when his jacket off did in fact confirm the black button up he was wearing. What kept your attention was the way his fingers got to work unbuttoning the top 2, revealing his golden chest underneath. You wanted to be respectful, but you couldn’t help but slightly gawk at the man adjacent from you.

“Keep your eyes on me, angel. I’ll be coming for you.”

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"Welcome ladies and gentleman to our fifth annual Cupid's Speeding Dating! Here is how it's going to go. Men are going to move to the left, switching the seat to chat with a new woman. You will have five minutes to make your best first impression."

Your eyes shifted over towards San, seeing that he would be moving further away from you at first. However, that just means you get to be the last person he talks to tonight.

"You know, there are a lot of things I can do in 5 minutes." You were interrupted by your internal thoughts by the man across from you. Your nose scrunched up as you understand quickly what he was suggesting.

"Please do not exchange numbers or socials until the next of the event. We want to make sure you are investing more into your conversations."

The guy across from you smirked again, winking. Ugh! Does this guy really think he has a chance?

You leaned back into the seat, wanting to create distance from you and your first date of the evening. You weren't much of a person to fixate on appearances. I mean, the guy was quite attractive. Yet, the moment he opened his mouth, all possible attraction flew out the door. It honestly just made you yearn more for San.

Noticing movement out of his peripheral, San glanced over. He flashed you a smile before going to pay attention to his current date. Sure, he knew he was most excited to talk to you, but he also didn't want to be rude. He just couldn't help but glance over to make sure you were okay.

"You can begin!" The host said excitedly.

Soon, the cocktail bar was filled with chatter. You decided to take a sip of water to ease your nerves, but also try to come up with a conversation to have with this guy. You were forced to be sat at the same time for the next five minutes anyways.

"So, what's your favorite position?"

This might possibly be the longest five minutes of your life.

Luckily, the guy talked more about himself which helped time run out. He was leaning across the table, as if he was trying to look down the top of your dress which caused you to only lean back into the wooden back of the chair. You also were silently thankful when the waitress brought over your first drink of the evening.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"Okay, gentleman, please move one to your left."

The guy across from you let out a groan before pushing himself up. "I'll catch you after tonight," the guy said, winking. "Maybe we can go home together. Or slip into the bathroom for a little fun." You didn't even catch his name nor did you want to.

"It was nice chatting with you," San said next to you. "Good luck this evening!" There is an example of a gentleman.

As he got up to head to the next table, he smiled once more at the girl he was first chatting to. He also took a moment to glance at you, smiling a bit brighter. You felt as if you were going to melt in your seat. You just had to wait 14 more rounds before you got to be alone with San.

The second quickly blended itself until the 10th round. Sure, you loved chatting with the guys, and you could see yourself potentially going on a real first date with one or two. However, the whole time, you kept glancing over at San.

It would cause a twitch in your heart when he laughed at another girl's joke. The further he separated from you, the less you noticed his eyes finding yours. The reality that he could be more interested in someone else was beginning to set in. He could very much land at your table, being the last date of the night, and be exhausted. He could already have his heart set on another which caused you to sigh softly.

"I see you have eyes for someone already."

Looking up, you were greeted by a wide smile. The gentleman in front of you took a seat in front of you, running his hands through his hair to push back his hair. He was wearing an all-black outfit - dress pants that had a white, thin strip running up the side; a black v-neck that showed the silver chain around his neck, and a slightly oversized black sport coat.

"Sorry," you laughed lightly, blushing a bit. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression, especially when this gentleman seemed kind.

"No need to be sorry. Should introduced myself since it sees that you're gawking at my best friend," he said proudly. "My name is Wooyoung, and you are?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit intrigued. "Y/n." You took a sip out of your cocktail before setting it down on the counter. "You are friends with San?" "Oh, I see you two are on a first-name basis now. When is the wedding?"

Your cheeks got hotter as you took another sip out of your drink, which caused the young man to laugh. "Don't worry, I've seen him checking you out as well." "Stop, you're just saying that," you laughed. "We only met literally 30 minutes ago. There is no way that he is checking me out and I haven't noticed."

Leaning back into his chair, a smug grin curled onto his lips. He had one hand on the table, and the other resting on the back of the chair.

"You have no reason to trust me since I'm a complete stranger. However, I know my best friend. And I can tell you right now that if you look to my right side, you would be able to see San. And I bet he's fuming that his best friend is chatting up the girl he's been eyeing all evening."

You raised an eyebrow at this man's analysis. He looked at you challengingly, egging you on to look over to his right.

Unable to resist, you looked over. Your eyes widened as you noticed San was glancing from his date over to your table. His fists were clenched slightly while he did his best to maintain his composure in front of the woman he was chatting to. Yet, it was as if steam was about to shoot out of his ears.

"See?" Wooyoung said triumphantly. "You've got San wrapped around your pretty little finger, y/n."

Seeing San make eye contact with you, his eyes widened before he quickly looked away. You couldn't help but smile a bit brighter, your confidence starting to rise again. Maybe Wooyoung was right after all.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

"I'll definitely be seeing you around, y/n. Have a good rest of your evening," Wooyoung announced. He pushed himself up from his seat, about to move to the next table.

One thing you learned about Wooyoung in your short encounter was that he was filled with evil schemes and plots. For example, calling out how you and San kept looking at each other as if nobody could notice. You learned that while San was his best friend, he also liked getting a rise out of him.

Before you could say anything back to him, Wooyoung moved closer to you. He leaned down to press a firm kiss to your cheek, one everyone at the speed-dating event could see. Your eyes widened at his action. What was he thinking?!

People seemed to notice which caused cheers from the guys in attendance while the other women gasped. "Please keep it moving, Romeo," the event host announced. "You'll have enough time to show affection later."

"You'll thank me later," he whispered to you before moving to the seat at the next table.

You felt a bit guilty for not remembering the four guys. They seemed very friendly, having personalities that made it easy to talk to. You guys couldn't describe what on Earth was even said, not when your mind was counting down until you finally got to talk to San.

"You're a great listener, y/n. Too early to ask for your number?" "The host said no exchanging until after."

You looked over to see San standing up straight. You didn't think he did so maliciously, but it was obvious he was annoyed by the guy still sitting down. The guy you just talked to glanced over at you before putting his hands up in surrender and getting up.

Just as quick as the guy stood up, San slid into the seat. He moved the chair in so he could lean slightly over the table. "Do you like knowing your a hot commodity, angel?" He asked softly, a drastic change from how he just spoke.

"I have no idea what you are referring to," you said innocently.

San's hand moved to rest close to yours, his fingertips ghosting over your own. It sent electric shocks throughout your body just be being in close proximity.

"So you don't want to admit that my best friend had you giggling? You couldn't have thought that Wooyoung was seriously that funny. He gets all his best jokes from me!"

You could see San was getting a bit worked up. His chest was puffed up, wanting to present himself as a better option against whoever stood in his way, even if it was his best friend. Little did San know he had no true competition when you've had your eyes on him all evening.

"Actually, I found it adorable how jealous you get. Wooyoung merely pointed out this fact," you said, smirking.

You noticed then San's shoulders slump over a bit. His cheeks were flushed as he stared at you for a moment before looking towards the end of the row where Wooyoung was. Wooyoung, who was watching you two this whole time and offered a wave over to you two.

Sensing that San was getting a bit flustered, you moved your hand to rest on his. This caused his attention to move back to you, a smile curling onto his lips. He glanced down at your hands, eyes flickering to yours. You were not sure what he was looking for, but it became clear once he slipped his fingers in between yours.

And he looks for consent before doing anything? What a jackpot.

"I'll have to admit though. I was also getting jealous. I didn't like seeing you laugh with other girls when it should've been me," you confessed. Sure, you were just as embarrassed owning up to your faults, but you also hoped an ounce of your truth made San feel better.

It seemed to do the trick as his body relaxed. His thumb gently caresses the side of your index finger. You noticed his eyes were not leaving yours whatsoever, unlike before when his eyes would wonder around.

"Well, darlin', we don't need to wait anymore. You've got me all to yourself."

You and San spent the next hour or so chatting. You talked about your childhood, how you both ended up in New York City, and all your favorite things. Every time you talked, San looked at you as if you were made out of gems. He just adored listening to you, finally being sat at the same table with you.

San has always wanted to come to the United States. At first, it was to practice his English. However, he quickly realized that he wanted to learn more about people. He was currently researching graduate programs to study Sociology.

So not only is he kind and physically attractive, but he also was outgoing and intelligent. He was just checking every one of your boxes!

But he also was falling hard for you. He was impressed with how you took a leap into moving to New York City by himself. He was lucky to have Wooyoung whoo made the whole transition easier, so he couldn't imagine taking on the city solo. He admired your courage.

He also wouldn't vocalize it quite yet but he almost felt as if you two were destined to be in the same city.

The two of you didn't even notice that the other participants had left. The guys you had talked to tried staying around to grab your number, fuming at how San seemed to have snatched all your attention. Being the great friend Wooyoung is, he ushered them out so you and San could be uninterrupted.

It was as if Wooyoung was your own Cupid, doing everything in his power to make sure the love connection worked.

"I'm sorry, love birds, but we need to close up for the night."

San and you looked around, not realizing that all the tables had been cleaned and cleared after the event. The room was silent except for the noise of movement in the kitchen.

Looking back at you, he bit his lip. The clogs were stirring in his mind as if he was trying to figure out what to do next. Of course, you two would leave the cocktail bar, but then what? He looked as if he was afraid to say goodbye, and so were you.

"Why don't we walk around the Village? I'm sure we could find a late-night diner that isn't too crowded." "That sounds perfect."

San helped you out of the table before lifting yup your winter coat. He held it out for you, assisting you in slipping your arms through the sleeves. You turned slightly to press a kiss to his cheek, which made San light up like a little kid on Christmas day.

He quickly slipped on his own jacket before going to rest his hand back on your lower back. He nodded his head, both apologizing for overstaying but thanking the host for putting together the event.

She smiled understandingly as she witnessed San escort you back outside. His free hand pushes the front door open for you.

Maybe love did exist in New York City after all.

THIS IS TOO CUTE JHSHSDHSKSIXHDHD

— cheeseball ☆

pairing jeong yunho x gn!reader

wc 500+

warnings none :)

requested : 7 from fluff

a/n i want a yunho </3

yunho loved brownies. he said they reminded him of you. quite the personified form of something you never understood.

"you know how brownies are crispy on the outside and all sweet and soft on the inside" he spoke up, between occupying himself by eating chocolate chips, one chip at a time.

you hummed, trying to measure the right amount of flour in the recipe, as he continued, "that's how you are, scary on the outside, but actually, quite sweet"

you looked at him with a questionable expression, him giggling while getting off the counter. he came up to where you were, contended at how the mixture was getting clumpy. you were met with yunho booping the tip of your nose with the batter, chuckling while saying. "oh, aren't you just a-dough-rable"

"yun, this isn't dough" you giggled.

"oh" he paused, "the same thing, give or take"

you smiled at yourself, the fond memories of when you first met yunho coming back. the whole reason you were drawn to the clumsy boy with fluffy hair.

"hi, y/n, I'm yunho" he stuttered. you could see a group of boys behind him, whispering and staring intently at him. the boy was- well, obviously, looked as if he were to kill you.

"hi, yunho" he loved the way his name rolled of your tongue, he felt as if he could listen to your voice forever, as cheesy as it sounded.

he was mesmerized at how your eyes, had this shine to it, and your smile, oh he was head over heels in love with you. he finally stopped being a wimp to himself, and gathered up the courage to finally get your number.

"m-may i have your number? i mean if you don't mind- you don't have to- like-"

"sure, I don't mind," you said, sweetly, making stomach do flips. he gave you. his phone to type in your number, and watching you save it as 'y/n :)'

"i''ll text you, today" he spoke, a goofy smile taking over his face. waving awkwardly.

from then, you hit it off with, not being able to go an hour without texting him. and after a week or so, he asked you out for a coffee date, in the cutest way you could imagine.

cheeseball [6:54pm] : we should go get coffee together

y/n [6:54pm] : that would be nice :)

cheeseball [6:55pm] : you're supposeD TO ASK WHY ;(

y/n [6:55pm] : okay, SIR, why ?

cheeseball [6:55pm] : because you're a cup ;)

cheeseball [6:55pm] : WAIT NO

cheeseball [6:55pm] : because I like u a latte ;)

y/n [6:55pm] : cheeseball.

"baby" he called out, a smile playing on your face. you hummed, watching the brownies bake in the oven.

"kiss" you chuckled at his requirement, immediately, kissing the pout on his face away.

"more" he whined, you couldn't say a no to him and his stupid puppy eyes.

his lips met yours, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. he pulled away, with a fond smile, and his cheeks dusted pink.

"The problem is: if I kiss you, I don’t think I could stop" he spoke up, making your face go all pink and nuzzle your face into his neck. "and also because the oven is a huge, cockblocker."