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kitchen confessions

[ yunho x reader ] [ bestfriendstolovers!au]

[ listen to: dance, baby! by boy pablo // fallingforyou by the 1975 ]

[ wordcount: 2.2k ]

[ warnings: unedited, paragraph or two of a creep, little bit of kissing, soft yunho hours, my first imagine so please bear with me. ]

The pulse of the bass and the strobe of the lights had put [y/n] into a trance on the dance floor. San and Wooyoung were on either side of her swaying body, the three of them chatting away excitedly with grins on their faces. Every now and then San and Wooyoung would try to out do each others funky little dance moves, which would lead to the three of them giggling hysterically. With the group of bodies moving together [y/n] could feel herself overheating. She let both of the boys know that she was going back to their table for her drink, and started making her way between people to get there.

The bar that her friends had chosen was fairly popular, and the crowd was only growing the longer the night went on. After shimmying her way through a group of giggling girls, her eyes on their groups table in the corner, she’s stopped by a hand grasping her arm. She is turned abruptly by the firm grip, and her eyes meet the eyes of a plain boy clearly trolling on the dance floor. Without letting go of her arm, the boy starts to speak.

“I saw you over there dancing with your friends, it looked like you were giving them a real good time. Now that you’re all alone I think it’s my turn to take you for a spin, cmon and have a dance with me,” the rude boy insists, not letting up on her arm. [Y/n] takes a step back, trying to create some distance, but he steps closer again.

“No, thank you. I’m going over to meet my friends,” [Y/n] says, trying to tug her arm out of his grasp. His hold on her tightens to a bruising force and he pulls her even closer to the point where she could smell his putrid alcohol based breath. [Y/n] could feel the panic start in her lungs, making the air feel hot and her palms sweaty.

“A couple of songs won’t hurt you love, might even make you want to come home with me,” he says lewdly, a sneer on his face. From the corner of her eye, [Y/n] could see a familiar hand coming down to rest on the rude man’s wrist.

“I’m not sure if you’re deaf or stupid, but she said no. Leave, now,” she heard her best friends low tones over her shoulder. She should have known that Yunho would keep an eye on her. Taking her eyes off of the sleazy man in front of her, [Y/n] looks up at Yunho and takes in the anger rolling off of him. Yunho has always been fiercely protective of his friends, and she was no exception- if anything he was more protective and sheltering of her than anyone. The rude man sneers at both of them and scoffs before releasing her arm and walking back into the crowd of dancers.

“Are you okay, [Y/n]?” Yunho asks, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her away towards the edge of the crowd. Taking her arm is his gentle hands, he looks over the bruising that is already starting to form and his frown deepens.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Yu. Some creeps don’t know when to take no for an answer,” she huffs before sending a small smile up at him. Yunho smiles gently at her and pulls her into a hug, careful not to crush her bruised arm, and rests his head on top of hers. She takes in a deep breathe and feels the tension leave her shoulders with his comforting scent.

“You know i’ll always protect you, [Y/n]. Let’s go get a drink, hmm?” He says, releasing her from his hug and slinging his arm around her shoulder again, pulling her close and tugging her over to their booth.

Mingi, Yeosang , and Jongho were seated in the booth, while Hongjoong and Seongwha were competing against each other in a game of pool. Mingi slides over leaving enough space for the two of them. [Y/n] sinks into the seat between Mingi and Yunho, picking up her drink and taking a few refreshing swigs. Rubbing her arm absentmindedly, she heard Yunho speak up from next to her.

“This bar is just not the vibe right now, let’s go onto the next one,” Yunho says, and the others agree but not before they take another round of shots. Seongwha goes out onto the dance floor to collect San and Wooyoung, while Yeosang walks over to the bar to order the shots for the table.

Everyone crowds together in a circle, each holding a shot in their hand.

“To [Y/n], congratulations on your new promotion, you’ve worked very hard and we can’t wait to see where your career takes off from here,” Hongjoong lifts his glass and slightly bows his head to you. There’s a chorus of “cheers, [Y/n]’s” and large smiles from all around while simultaneously shooting back the drinks. Gathering all of the coats and bags they’re brought, the group leaves this bar and starts walking towards the next one they had planned. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were walking together in the front, the rest of the boys were behind them goofing off and jumping around, and Yunho and [Y/n] are trailing along behind them.

“Yu, let me take a picture of you,” [Y/n] requests, leading him by the hand over to a bike post on the edge of the street. It was well lit and empty, and [Y/n] thought Yunho looked angelic, and wanted to capture a nice moment in their evening. Yunho smiles and plays along, posing while [Y/n] snaps pictures on her phone. After taking a few she hums and smiles before sending them to Yunho. Reaching out her hand, she pulls him alongside her again. The group had reached the bar, and [Y/n] and Yunho weren’t far behind.

Into the late evening and early morning, the group started breaking off and heading back to the dorms. [Y/n]’s apartment wasn’t far from their dorm, and Yunho sent the others off with the intention of seeing her home safely. He was nothing if not a gentleman.

They end up taking a cab back to her apartment, [Y/n]’s light snores flowing up from her head resting on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho smiles softly while looking down at her soft cheeks and long lashes, resting his head against hers gently so not to wake her. The ride in the cab is not very long, so soon Yunho is unbuckling [Y/n]’s seatbelt and coaxing her out of the car. They walk up the stairs together, one surefooted and the other slightly stumbling.

Reaching the door to her apartment, [Y/n] hands her keys off to Yunho to unlock the door, which he does quickly. Holding her hand and tugging her inside, Yunho locks the door behind him and gets down on his knees in front of [Y/n]. He starts untying her shoelaces and looks up at her with a small grin on his face. [Y/n]’s eyes are wide and her full cheeks are dusted with blush. His grin widens, and he quickly works the shoes off of her feet. Slipping his off with ease when finished with your shoes, he takes your hand in his again.

“I know you’re tired, but we should really eat something. Can I make you a grilled cheese,” Yunho asks as they walk through to her kitchen. [Y/n] plops down into one of her barstools and nods.

“Only if I get to choose the music,” [Y/n] requests exuberantly, already pulling out her phone and scrolling through songs.

“That’s fine with me, just don’t let it get too loud so we don’t disturb the neighbors, right darling?” Yunho says it so nonchalantly while warming up the pan that she almost misses it. Yunho had always been sweet but he didn’t usually use pet names with her, rather using endearing ones to poke fun at each other. It made her thoughts wander, pupils darkened and eyes staring holes into the middle of his back. She could think of a lot of different ways for him to call her darling.

“I thought you were going to turn on some music,” Yunho questions before her daydreams get away with her. She smiles at him and presses play on an upbeat boy pablo song, dancing along in her seat for a second before hopping up and holding out her hand to Yunho. He waves his spatula at her as if he didn’t want to dance, but knowing Yunho he always wanted to dance. [Y/n] gets closer to him and tries enticing him even more.

“C’mon Yu, you didn’t dance with me at the club at all. You owe me a dance,” [Y/n] states matter of factly, wiggling her fingers.

“That’s because you were too busy being sandwiched between Wooyoung and San,” Yunho sighs and pouts while putting down the spatula. He folds his arms and looks down at her with his plump lips still pouted. She giggles and pulls his arms apart, waving them in the air until he loosens up and a genuine smile takes over his pout.

They bop and dance around together for a few minutes while Yunho multitasks and finishes up their grilled cheese. They eat them while the song continues on, the fun beat making them both giggle together.

The song ended and the dulcet tones of Matty Healy singing fallingforyou began, making [Y/n]’s eyes fall shut and swaying her body to the ethereal sound. Yunho looks down at her with a fond smile on his face, thinking about how much this song applies to their relationship. As far as he was aware, she was clueless to his overwhelming feelings for her. They had been friends for years, and recently he’s been feeling more for her. His tenderness had become so obvious, to the point where his friends tease him, and dare him, and try to do anything in their power to match Yunho and [Y/n] up. Yunho doesn’t mind though, it always felt like having her close kept him sane.

On the other side of things, [Y/n] knew she had feelings for Yunho. I mean honestly, how could she not. He was charming and smart, tall and handsome, the literal human embodiment of sunshine. He was her light in the darkness, but she knew how unattainable he was. Someone like him liking someone like her? Highly improbable. A fun daydream to have in moments like this. In her eyes, Yunho was so far out of her league it wasn’t even funny.

[Y/n] could feel Yunho’s hands pulling her closer to dance to the slower song. Her eyes opened and looked up into Yunho’s soft brown ones. He pulled her into his chest, her head resting against it while his warm arm wrapped around her back. They swayed together while he hummed, his low reverb vibrating through her. It felt very intimate to her, and she couldn’t stop the flush and nerves that zapped through her body. Listening to the lyrics of the song, she couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat, wanting to confess her never ending fondness for him. She wanted to, more than anything, but the anxiety was making tears build up in the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck,” Yunho’s soft voice sang along quietly while swaying them, and [Y/n] couldn’t help but stop and look up at him.

“I can’t hold it in anymore, Yu. I think I’m in love with you. I know that this is gonna be awkward now because there’s no way you could ever like me but I just couldn’t hold onto it anymore,” [Y/n] rushes out in one breath. Her face heats up and a tear falls from her eye, the heat of embarrassment enfolding her body.

“Oh baby, why are you crying?” Yunho’s warm hang reaches up to wipe the tear from her cheek.

“I’m so scared you’re never going to want to hold my hand again… and your hand is the only hand I ever want to hold,” [Y/n] says, being as honest as she can now that all of her cards are on the table. She sniffles and looks down at her feet.

“You’re hand was made to fit in mine, you take my breath away with everything you do. I can’t believe it took me all these years to figure out how I truly feel about you. You are everything to me [Y/n], I love you,” Yunho confesses, feeling weight leave his shoulders at knowing you feel the same. It’s exhilarating.

His hand still resting on her soft cheek, Yunho tilts her head upwards towards him, and leans down 80% of the way. He wants to give her the chance to back away if she needs to. Instead, [Y/n] pushes her pillow soft lips into his, and Yunho’s eyes close at the feeling. He had imagined it so many times, and his imagination could never compare to the real thing. Pulling you closer Yunho deepens the kiss between them, a soft moan leaving her lips at the feeling of his hands on her hips. His grip tightens before he backs his head away from yours a bit.

“Please, be mine?” He asks, looking intently into her eyes.

“As if I could be anyone else’s.”