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Pitched Your Way Into My Heart | CHAPTER 17

Pairing: Baseball Player Yunho x Reader

Synopsis: Yunho, the star of your college's baseball team, is a sweetheart to everybody except to you. From the day Yunho joined your class in high school, there was an unspoken tension between you two.

You couldn't quite pinpoint why, but it pushed you both to strive for greatness in everything you did.

Little did you know that Yunho's highschool and college experience was a mixture of two things: trying his best to endeavor in his baseball career and navigating his feelings towards you.

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Yunho’s rule of no kissing was starting to drive you insane.

The urge to reach out and press your lips against his was unbearable, especially considering how long you two had been at odds before finally coming together.

Now, every moment felt like sweet, agonizing torture.

The first instance happened at the library. You had both agreed to focus on studying, but watching him read his anatomy notes with those glasses perched on his nose, lips slightly pouting as he sounded out terms, it was too much.

You leaned in, ready to steal a kiss, but he stopped you with a smirk.

“No kissing. We’re at the library,” he teased, voice low enough not to disturb others.

“This is torture,” you groaned, slumping back into your seat. “You’re doing this on purpose!”

He just smiled knowingly and went back to his notes.

The second instance came during lunch. Yunho had taken you to a cozy japanese restaurant a few minutes from campus.

At one point, you noticed a tiny smudge of sauce at the corner of his lips. Reaching out instinctively, you wiped it away with your thumb, but the warmth in his cheeks and the proximity made your heart race.

You had to clear your throat and pull yourself together before sitting back down, cheeks burning.

He only grinned at you, utterly unbothered, and you flipped him off in retaliation.

The third instance occurred during your puppy date with Ace and Daisy. The two dogs had wrapped their leashes around you both as they chased each other in circles, leaving you pressed against Yunho.

“You must be kidding me… Yunho, if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear-”

“I could,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “but watching you get antsy is way too entertaining.”

You groaned in frustration.

It was undeniable now, you had become addicted to all things Yunho.

And it wasn’t your fault that, besides being an absolute sweetheart, Yunho could also be an insufferable tease.

You check yourself in the mirror a couple more times, smoothing down your outfit and adjusting your hair.

“If you check yourself again, I swear I’ll remove all the mirrors from this house,” your dad calls from the couch, amused but exasperated.

The two of you had spent the entire afternoon preparing for tonight’s dinner.

Dinner included a simple chicken roast with potatoes, side of greens and gravy. You’d even gone the extra mile, baking bread and Yorkshire pudding as side dishes.

When the doorbell rings, your heart immediately drops into your stomach.

“You know what? Let’s cancel. I think I’m coming down with something,” you blurt, already retreating toward the stairs.

But your dad is quick, rushing to the door before you can stop him.

He opens it to reveal Yunho, standing tall and polished with his hair parted neatly, showing off his forehead. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers, looking slightly nervous but charming as ever.

“Good evening, sir,” Yunho greets politely, his voice steady despite the slight tension in the air.

Your dad crosses his arms, sizing him up. Despite being much smaller than Yunho, he puffs out his chest for good measure.

“Evening,” your dad says, eyeing the bouquet. “Are those for me?”

Yunho falters for a split second. “I-uh, they’re actually for Y/N-”

“I’m kidding, boy. Come in.”

Yunho steps inside, his eyes immediately finding yours. His smile is warm, and you feel your knees weaken.

“Hey,” he says softly, holding out the flowers. “These are for you.”

“Hi,” you reply, breathless. The sight of him looking this good in your home is enough to make your head spin.

You accept the flowers, your fingers brushing against his. “They’re beautiful. Thank you. Let me just put these in a vase… Come on, I’ll show you around.”

He follows you into the kitchen, the air between you both a little shy but sweet.

As you unwrap the flowers and fill a vase with water, Yunho leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile.

“You know, you can cut the stems,” he points out.

“I’ll do that later,” you reply, already feeling flustered under his gaze.

“It smells amazing in here,” he says, glancing around.

“We made chicken roast. I think you’ll love it.”

“Oh, you cooked?”

“I helped,” you admit. “My dad did most of it. I just baked the bread and puddings.”

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me.”

“Well… I wanted to,” you mumble, your cheeks warming.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment.

You turn and wrap your arms around his waist, holding him close.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“Missed you too, baby,” he murmurs, resting his chin on top of your head. “Things have been so hectic with classes and practices…”

“It’s okay,” you say, your voice soft. “You’re here now.”

The tender moment is interrupted by the sound of your dad clearing his throat. You and Yunho quickly pull apart, your cheeks burning.

“Daisy wanted to say hi too,” your dad announces, and your dog pads into the kitchen.

“Hi, baby bear,” you say, squatting down to pet her. “Do you remember Yunho?”

Yunho squats down as well, holding out a hand. Daisy immediately abandons you, rolling onto her back for belly rubs.

“You traitor,” you mutter playfully, while Yunho chuckles.

“She’s adorable,” Yunho coos, scratching Daisy’s belly. “What a little princess you are, Daisy Bear.”

Dinner goes smoothly. Your dad keeps the conversation going, asking Yunho questions about his studies, his baseball practices, and his future plans.

Yunho answers every question with calm confidence, and you quietly listen, your heart swelling with seeing both of them interact.

“So,” your dad says, his tone turning serious as he sets down his fork. “What are your intentions with my daughter?”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your skin prickling with nerves.

Yunho sits up straighter, wiping his mouth with a napkin before speaking. “Sir, I want to date Y/N. I… I really like your daughter.”

“For what I can tell,and for what she’s told me,you’re a respectful young man who makes her happy. I also didn’t forget how you got her safe,” your dad replies.

“Yes, sir. She’s been in my heart for a long time,” Yunho says earnestly, glancing at you with a soft smile.

“Yunho…” you whisper, feeling your chest tighten.

“I promise I’ll never do anything to hurt her,” Yunho continues, his voice steady and sincere.

Your dad nods slowly, his expression softening. “Well then, for what my blessing is worth, you have it.”

The smile that spreads across Yunho’s face is radiant. He turns to you, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips to press a tender kiss to your knuckles.

After dinner, you pull out a deck of cards while your dad opens a bottle of wine.

“Dad, he’s an athlete, he can’t drink alcohol!” you exclaim, waving your hands to stop him.

“One glass won’t hurt, don’t worry,” Yunho says with a reassuring smile. “I’ll gladly drink one glass with you, sir.”

Your dad grins, pours three glasses, and starts explaining the rules of a card game.

The three of you spend the night laughing and playing, the easygoing atmosphere making you feel warm and content.

Yunho sticks to his one glass, but your dad indulges a bit more, eventually announcing, with a slurred chuckle, that he’s off to bed.

That leaves just you and Yunho.

“Your dad is so cool. I wish mine was like him,” Yunho admits, shifting a little closer to you.

“I’m really lucky to have him. He raised me all by himself,” you say softly. “But I bet your parents are cool too. We all think our parents aren’t cool when they actually are.”

Yunho gives a bittersweet smile. “I haven’t had a proper family dinner, with both of them sitting down, since Taeho left. They’re always busy with work. Sometimes I don’t even see them for weeks. This was actually the first proper dinner I had in months!”

You reach out, your hand gently cupping his cheek. His eyes flutter closed at the warmth of your touch.

“Do you feel lovely often?”

“Not when I’m with you,” he confesses, turning his face slightly to kiss your palm.

“You can always come to me when you’re feeling lonely,” you promise, your voice tender. “Come on, let’s go outside.”

You lead him to the small backyard through the kitchen door.

It’s modest. A patch of trimmed grass, an old swing set from your childhood, and a tall tree casting shadows in the moonlight.

“Lay down with me,” you say, pulling him toward the grass. He does as you say, settling beside you as you both gaze up at the clear night sky.

“You know what I love about living in Evergreen?” he asks after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“What?”

“There aren’t too many lights, so you can see the stars so clearly.” His voice is soft, almost reverent.

“They’re beautiful,” you agree, your eyes tracing the constellations.

Yunho turns to look at you instead, his chest tightening at the sight. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze full of meaning.

You feel his eyes on you and turn your head to meet them. The moment feels electric, charged with an unspoken chemistry.

Slowly, you shift closer, your body leaning toward him until your lips finally meet.

The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but it deepens quickly.

His large hand finds your waist, pulling you closer until you’re half lying on top of him, your heart racing against his chest.

“I can feel your heart beating,” he whispers between breaths.

“It’s all for you,” you reply, your voice low.

You smile against his lips, the heat of the moment making you forget the chill of the night.

Yunho squeezes your waist gently and peppers your lips with teasing pecks; once, twice, making you groan in frustration.

“You’re such a tease!” you say, swatting at his shoulder.

“Just love seeing your reactions,” he responds with a cheeky grin.

He leans in again, but this time he brushes his nose against yours before resting your foreheads together.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, his breath mingling with yours.

“Hm?” you hum, drunk on his touch.

“I have to go,” he says reluctantly.

“Nooo, stay a little longer,” you whine, cupping his face with your hands to keep him close.

“I wish I could,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “But it’s getting late, and I still have a bit of a drive ahead of me.”

You pout but nod, letting him go slowly. Both of you get to your feet, and you head to the kitchen to pack him some food.

“Here,” you say, handing him a tupperware. “Take this. You’re not leaving without leftovers.”

“Yes, please! That meal was amazing,” he says with a grin.

As he stands by his car, he pauses, looking at you like he doesn’t want to leave.

“Be ready tomorrow at 7 p.m.,” he says.

“Why? Where are you taking me?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“Somewhere nice,” he promises, his smile turning mischievous. “I have to wine and dine my girl, don’t I?”

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