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🌷⌇the night finding our way back part 11; a choi jongho mini-series

ex-boyfriend! idol! jongho x ex-girlfriend! single-mom! reader

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│synopsis: five years have passed since jongho last saw you. your lives have taken drastically different paths, with jongho achieving fame and you focusing on raising your daughter, nari, in quiet anonymity. when jongho discovers he has a daughter, he's determined to be a part of her life.

│genre: a slice of life, romance, fluff, some angst

│trigger warnings: mild alcohol consumption, romantic/intimate situations (non-explicit), mild suggestive content, adult language

│words: 5.7 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

— hi, my lovely people! this chapter takes a different turn from the previous ones, offering a more playful and lighthearted moment in our story. after all the emotional intensity we've experienced, i wanted to give you something sweet and fun right before we reach the end. hope you enjoyed this slightly different side of our characters! thank you for reading and staying with me through this journey! your support means everything. see you in the next chapter! oh, it's not proofread so im sorry for any errors :(

as always,

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The night had grown quite late by the time Hongjoong insisted on giving you a ride home, following what had unexpectedly evolved into quite the festive gathering. The streetlights cast long shadows through the car windows as Hongjoong navigated the quiet streets. You watched the familiar buildings pass by, each one bringing you closer to home. You found yourself reflecting on how long it had been since you'd allowed yourself to truly unwind like this - the easy laughter, the flowing conversation, the comfortable atmosphere that made time slip away unnoticed. But tonight felt different, special even, like a weight had finally lifted from your shoulders. You could feel yourself relaxing, truly relaxing, knowing that Jongho and Nari were building their relationship, that your daughter finally knew the truth about Jongho's identity. The guys had surprised you completely - instead of the awkward, formal interaction you'd been dreading, they had welcomed you with open arms and genuine warmth. Their natural friendliness and humor had made you feel less like an outsider being cautiously accepted and more like you'd somehow stumbled into a gathering of old friends you'd simply forgotten you had.

"So..." Hongjoong's voice broke through the comfortable silence, a playful lilt in his tone. "How are you really doing with all of this? You know, the whole Jongho situation?"

You couldn't help but giggle, the pleasant buzz from the evening's drinks making everything seem lighter, funnier somehow. "Oh my god, you sound just like one of those TV show therapists!" You mimicked a serious expression, pushing imaginary glasses up your nose. "'And how does that make you feeeeeel?'"

Hongjoong burst out laughing, shaking his head. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!"

"Serious is overrated," you sang, watching the streetlights blur past. "But if you must know..." You paused dramatically, making Hongjoong glance at you expectantly. "I have absolutely no fucking idea what I'm doing!"

"That's... surprisingly honest," Hongjoong chuckled.

"I know, right?" You grinned, feeling giddy. "But here's the thing - and don't you dare tell anyone I said this - I think I might still be a teensy bit in love with him." You emphasized 'teensy' by pinching your fingers together, then immediately burst into giggles.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain his composure but failing miserably as your laughter proved contagious. "A 'teensy' bit?"

"Okay, okay," you waved your hands dramatically. "Maybe a lot bit. But shhh, it's a secret!" You pressed a finger to your lips and made an exaggerated 'shushing' sound that sent both of you into another fit of laughter.

"You're something else when you're drunk, you know that?" Hongjoong managed between chuckles, turning onto your street.

"I'm delightful always," you declared with mock indignation. "It's just that right now everything feels... possible? Like maybe happy endings aren't just in fairy tales?" You suddenly gasped. "Oh no, I'm getting sappy! Quick, tell a joke!"

Hongjoong couldn't contain his amusement anymore. "You're absolutely ridiculous," he said fondly, "But for what it's worth, I think those happy endings might not be as far-fetched as you think."

"Now who's being sappy?" you teased, making him roll his eyes even as he continued grinning.

"God, you know what?" you sighed dreamily, slumping against the car window, your cheeks flushed from the evening's drinks. "Jongho got so impossibly, unreasonably hot. Like, have you seen his arms lately? Those perfectly sculpted muscles that peek through his fitted shirts should be considered dangerous weapons! The way they flex when he's just casually reaching for something... It's completely unfair to the rest of humanity!"

"Okay, maybe we should change the subject-" Hongjoong tried to interrupt, but you were too caught up in your revelation to notice.

"And don't even get me started on his thighs! Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been with anyone? Years! YEARS, Hongjoong!" you declared dramatically, throwing your hands up in frustration. "And here he comes, walking back into my life looking like some kind of Greek god, giving me those intense looks with those gorgeous eyes of his... It should be illegal! There should be laws against looking that good after all this time!"

"I really don't need to hear this about my bandmate-" Hongjoong protested weakly, fighting back laughter at your animated state.

"But seriously, have you seem his thighs in those jeans a few days ago? The way they just... UGH! And I just want him to grab me and-"

"NOPE!" Hongjoong practically shouted, reaching over to clamp a hand over your mouth while trying to keep the car steady.

"No, but listen!" you persisted, pulling his hand away from your mouth. "Have you seen the way he carries Nari? Those strong arms just lifting her up like she weighs nothing, being all fatherly and protective... And then he'll catch my eye and give me that soft smile that makes my knees weak and I just-"

"You are definitely going to regret this conversation tomorrow," Hongjoong chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"I can't even finish that thought because it just makes me feel all..." you trailed off with a dreamy sigh, fanning yourself dramatically. "Is it getting hot in here? I think it's getting hot in here."

"Alright, time to get you inside before you say anything else I'll need therapy to unhear," he laughed, putting the car in park.

"Oh? We're already home?" you asked, surprised as you peered out the window at your familiar building.

"That's what happens when you spend the whole ride waxing poetic about Jongho's... physical attributes," Hongjoong teased, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Listen, I'm just saying," you drawled, gesturing expressively with your finger weaving unsteady patterns in the air, "As a single mom who hasn't had time for dating in forever, you have no idea what it's like. I bet you're out there living your best life, going to fancy industry parties, probably have people throwing themselves at you begging you to fuck th—" you continued, your words becoming increasingly slurred as you attempted to make your point with increasingly dramatic hand movements.

"Y/N!" Hongjoong interrupted, his expression a mix of mortification and barely contained amusement. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're saying all this. Exactly how many glasses of wine did you have at dinner?" His voice carried equal parts concern and entertainment at your uninhibited state.

You responded with a series of uncontrollable giggles, your coordination clearly compromised as your fingers fumbled clumsily with the seatbelt buckle, missing the release button entirely several times while muttering something incomprehensible under your breath. "Alright, I'm going," you declared with exaggerated dignity, attempting to push open the car door but somehow managing to pull on the window control instead. "Oh. That's not... wait, why isn't this... ah, there it is!" You finally located the correct handle, swinging the door open with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm.

Hongjoong quickly jumped out of the driver's seat, rushing around to your side of the car as you swayed precariously on your feet. "Whoa, careful there!" he exclaimed, catching your elbow just as you started to tip sideways. "Let's get you inside in one piece, shall we?"

"My hero!" you proclaimed with an exaggerated flutter of your eyelashes, swaying dramatically as Hongjoong supported your wobbly progress toward the building entrance.

"Just doing my duty as a responsible friend," he chuckled warmly, carefully guiding you up the steps while ensuring you didn't take an unexpected detour. "And making sure Jongho doesn't kill me if anything happens to you. He'd never let me hear the end of it."

"Aww, he's so protective," you sighed dreamily, your fingers fumbling with your keys in an elaborate choreography of misses. "Have I mentioned how incredibly, absolutely, positively hot that protective side of his is?"

"Only about a dozen times in the last hour," Hongjoong muttered with fond exasperation, gently extracting the keys from your uncoordinated grasp. "Here, let me help with that before you accidentally try to unlock your door with your credit card."

"I am perfectly capable of using my own keys!" you protested with the utmost conviction, nearly pirouetting over your own feet as you made this passionate declaration. "See? I'll show you! I am a key-using expert of the highest caliber!"

You triumphantly thrust your hand into the air, brandishing what you believed to be your key ring with the confidence of a symphony conductor, only to realize you were wielding your phone like a magical wand. "Oh. When did that happen? The keys have clearly learned to shape-shift. Very sneaky of them."

Hongjoong's laughter bubbled over, rich and genuine. "Just let me help, okay? Before you convince yourself your lip gloss is actually the garage door opener."

"Fine," you conceded with an exaggerated pout worthy of a theatrical performance. "But only because you're being so nice about it. And don't you dare tell Jongho about any of this! This is top-secret, classified, confidential... what's another word for secret?"

Hongjoong glanced at you with a mixture of amusement and growing concern. "You do know Jongho's at your place with Nari right now, don't you?"

"Oh shit," you breathed, your eyes widening to comical proportions. "Oh no, no, no... This is not part of the plan. The plan was to be sophisticated and elegant and..." Hongjoong couldn't help but laugh at your increasingly panicked expression, watching as the realization slowly dawned across your features. "Oh my god, I'm so drunk," you groaned, pressing your hands against your flaming cheeks as if trying to physically hold your dignity in place. "But I'll be fine! Totally fine. Completely and utterly fine!"

"I'm telling you," you continued with newfound determination, stumbling slightly as Hongjoong guided you through the building's entrance, "I'm going to walk in there and be all... all dignified and stuff. Like a queen. Or maybe a duchess. Do duchesses wobble?"

Hongjoong let out an undignified snort. "Sure you are. And I'm secretly a unicorn."

"No, really! Watch this!" You straightened up with the determination of an Olympic athlete, attempting to walk in what you believed to be a perfectly straight line down the hallway but instead executing a gentle curve to the left that would make geometry teachers weep. "I am grace personified! Poetry in motion! The very essence of... of... what's that word for when you're really good at walking?"

"Finally," Hongjoong sighed in relief as the elevator doors opened. He guided you inside, pressing the button for your floor while you leaned against the wall for support.

"I need to be... what's the word? Sophisticated! Yes, that's it. I am a sophisticated, responsible mother who absolutely, positively, definitely does not spend any time whatsoever thinking about her daughter's father's muscles. Or his shoulders. Or the way his t-shirts fit just right when he's... No! Bad brain! Stop that!"

"Maybe save the thigh appreciation for when you're more... coherent?" Hongjoong suggested, leading you down the hallway to your apartment.

"You're right, you're right," you nodded with such vigor that the world decided to do a spin, forcing you to grab the wall for support. "Do you think Jongho will be able to tell I'm drunk? I can be sneaky. Like a ninja. A very sophisticated ninja."

Hongjoong paused at your door, giving you a look that could only be described as 'are you actually serious right now?' "Y/N, a blind person could tell you're drunk right now. From three blocks away. In a soundproof room."

"I'm not drunk!" you protested with the righteous indignation of someone who was very much drunk, punctuating your declaration with a perfectly timed hiccup. "I'm just... experiencing an enhanced state of... of... consciousness expansion? No, that's not it. Alternative sobriety? Enhanced gravitational awareness?" You waved your hand in elaborate patterns through the air, as if trying to pluck the proper words from the cosmos itself.

Just then, the door to your apartment swung open to reveal Jongho standing there with an amused smirk playing across his features. "Enhanced state, huh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as you felt your cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson. Hongjoong cleared his throat, making a valiant but ultimately failed attempt to suppress his laughter at your mortified expression.

"I am completely and totally fine," you declared with all the dignity you could muster while the floor seemed to be engaging in some sort of gentle wave motion beneath your feet. "Just experiencing some temporary... spatial recalibration. It's very scientific." Your attempt at a graceful entrance was somewhat undermined when you promptly stumbled directly into Jongho's chest, his strong hands instinctively reaching out to catch you with practiced ease. "Hi!" you chirped brightly, gazing up at him with what you hoped was a casual smile but probably looked more like a lovestruck grin. The solid warmth of his chest against your palms and the steady pressure of his hands on your waist were doing absolutely nothing to help clear your wine-addled thoughts.

"Someone had a good time at dinner," he observed, his voice carrying notes of amusement mixed with something deeper, something that made your stomach do little flips that had nothing to do with the wine.

"The BEST time," you emphasized with enthusiastic hand gestures, still making no effort whatsoever to extract yourself from his supportive grip. "They had so many wines. SO many. And they were all very... winey. Like, really good at being wine. Is that a thing? It should be a thing."

"And this," Hongjoong announced with barely contained glee, backing away toward freedom, "is where I make my strategic retreat. Have fun dealing with... all of this." He gestured vaguely in your direction with a flourish before giving Jongho a sympathetic pat on the shoulder that clearly said, 'Good luck, you're going to need it.'

"Traitor!" you called after him, your voice echoing dramatically down the hallway along with his answering laughter. "Some friend you are, abandoning me in my hour of... of... what's that thing when you really need something?"

"Need?" Jongho supplied helpfully, still maintaining his steady hold on you as he somehow managed to kick the door closed without letting you topple over.

"You, Mister Choi," you declared with the gravity of someone making a profound scientific discovery, punctuating each word with a gentle poke to his chest, "are very smart. And strong. Have I mentioned how strong you are?" Your eyes widened comically as you realized what you'd just said, dissolving into a fresh fit of giggles that you tried to muffle against his shoulder.

Jongho's chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, the sound warming you more effectively than any amount of wine as he carefully guided you toward the couch. "Maybe we should get you some water and have you sit down for a bit," he suggested, his hands maintaining their gentle but firm pressure on your shoulders. The combination of his proximity and your alcohol-diminished inhibitions was making it increasingly difficult to remember all the reasons why you shouldn't be telling him exactly how devastatingly attractive you found him.

"You know what?" you announced with the air of someone about to share a vital piece of information, tilting your head back to look up at him. "You have really nice shoulders. Like, really, really nice. The kind of shoulders that make a girl want to..." you trailed off, your hands making vague grabbing motions in the air that would have made a mime proud.

"And how much exactly did you have to drink tonight?" Jongho asked, his valiant attempt at maintaining a straight face crumbling around the edges as he steadied you for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Enough to finally tell you that your whole..." you made a grand sweeping gesture encompassing his entire form, nearly taking out a lamp in the process, "...everything is very distracting. Has anyone ever told you that you're unfairly attractive? Because you are. It's very inconsiderate of you, honestly. There should be laws about this sort of thing."

Jongho's ears turned an adorable shade of pink, but his smile only grew wider, softer somehow. "Maybe we should revisit this conversation when you're sober," he suggested gently, guiding you to sit on the couch with the careful attention of someone handling a particularly wobbly piece of fine china.

"Nooo," you whined, latching onto his arm like a particularly determined octopus. "You're just going to be all responsible and professional again tomorrow, and I'll have to go back to pretending I don't notice how ridiculously good you look in those stupid fitted shirts of yours. Do you know how hard that is? It's very hard. Very, very hard."

"And don't even get me started on your arms," you continued, poking his bicep with an accusing finger as if it had personally offended you. "Do you know what they do to a person? Because I do. I know exactly what they do, and it's very... it's very... arm-y."

Jongho caught your poking finger in his hand, his expression a fascinating mix of amusement and something warmer, something that made your heart skip several beats. "Maybe you should tell me," he teased, his voice carrying a hint of challenge that sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh, I could tell you so many things." You leaned closer, emboldened by the wine and the way his eyes seemed to darken at your proximity. "Like how distracting it is when you roll up your sleeves, or when-"

"Mommy?" a small voice called softly from the bedroom, the innocent sound cutting through your wine-induced haze like a bucket of ice water. The simple word instantly cleared your foggy mind, replacing the warmth of attraction with sharp, sobering clarity as you sat on the couch beside Jongho.

"Oh god," you whispered, practically leaping to the other end of the couch as though burned, your heart hammering in your chest as reality came crashing back. "Nari's still awake?"

Jongho reacted with lightning-quick composure, smoothly adjusting his position to create a respectable distance between you as the sound of tiny footsteps approached the room. "She was asleep just a few minutes ago, must have woken up from all our talking," he explained in carefully measured tones, his voice barely above a whisper, just as Nari appeared in her flower-patterned pajamas, her small fists rubbing drowsily at her eyes.

"Baby, what are you doing up?" you managed to say with impressive steadiness, fighting against the lingering effects of the wine that made the room tilt and sway. Your thoughts raced as you desperately hoped your daughter wouldn't notice how flushed your cheeks were or how disheveled you must look.

Nari shuffled toward the couch with that endearing sleepy wobble that small children have, her eyes heavy with interrupted dreams. "I heard laughing..." she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

"Princess, Mommy and I were just having a little chat, but it's very late now." Jongho stepped in with practiced ease, his voice gentle as he rose from the couch and lowered himself to her eye level. "Can I help you back to bed?" The natural way he handled the situation, seamlessly transitioning from your heated moment to caring father figure, made your heart clench with an emotion you weren't ready to name.

Nari's eyes darted between you and Jongho, concern evident even through her sleepy haze. "Is Mommy okay? She looks funny."

"Mommy's just a little tired from dinner with the uncles," Jongho explained, his voice warm and reassuring as he extended his hand toward her. "Let's get you tucked in, and tomorrow morning, she'll feel much better." The tenderness in his tone made your chest ache with longing and gratitude.

You caught Jongho's eye as he led Nari away, mouthing a silent but heartfelt 'thank you,' overwhelmed with appreciation for his quick thinking and smooth intervention. As their footsteps grew fainter down the hallway, you sagged deeper into the couch cushions, letting out a long groan while pressing your palms against your eyes, trying to will away both the spinning sensation and the memory of how close you'd been to kissing him.

A few minutes later, Jongho returned to the room, his expression a perfect blend of amusement and fond exasperation as he leaned against the doorframe. "Well, the first baby is safely back in dreamland," he announced with a knowing smirk, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that definitely didn't make your heart skip. "Now it's time to take care of the big baby."

"Are you calling me a baby?" you protested with an exaggerated pout, stumbling slightly as you tried to cross your arms. "Because I'll have you know I am a very mature and sophisticated..." you trailed off as an ill-timed hiccup interrupted your declaration, "...person."

"Whatever you say," Jongho chuckled warmly, his eyes sparkling with barely contained mirth as he gently took your elbow. "Come on, let's get you some water. Can you walk to the kitchen?"

"Of course I can walk," you declared confidently, though your steps were anything but steady as he guided you.

Once in the kitchen, he carefully positioned you against the counter, his hands lingering on your waist to ensure you stayed upright. "Stay right here," he instructed, his voice a mix of amusement and concern. "And try not to fall over while I get your water."

"No, I don't want water," you whined, gripping the counter edge as the room did a gentle spin. Your eyes followed him as he moved to the sink, unable to help yourself from admiring his profile. "I want to tell you about how pretty your eyes are when you smile." Jongho turned back to you with that exact devastating smile you'd just mentioned, making your heart flutter.

"Here," he said firmly, pressing the glass of water into your hands, his fingers brushing against yours in a way that sent tingles up your arm. "Drink this, and maybe we can talk more about my eyes later."

"Or you could just kiss me," you murmured, the wine making your voice husky and your usual hesitation nonexistent. Your eyes traced the contours of his lips, lingering on the subtle curve of his mouth as he held you steady against the kitchen counter, his proximity making your head spin more than any amount of alcohol could. Jongho's breath caught audibly in his throat, his fingers flexing unconsciously where they gripped your waist, the pressure just firm enough to send shivers down your spine. For a long moment, the air between you crackled with an almost electric tension. Then, with a deliberateness that made your heart race, he slowly began to lean in. When his lips finally met yours, it was with a gentleness that made your knees weak. The kiss was tentative at first, exploratory, like he was giving you every chance to pull away. Instead, you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, your fingers finding purchase in the fabric of his shirt, desperately pulling him closer. Something in him seemed to break at that small sound - the kiss transformed, becoming deeper, more intense, charged with years of suppressed longing. His hands slid up the curve of your back, fingers threading through your hair as he pressed you more firmly against the counter, the solid warmth of his body making you dizzy with want.

But then, as quickly as the moment had ignited, Jongho wrenched himself away, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Wait," he rasped, his voice rough with barely contained emotion. "We can't... we shouldn't do this. Not like this."

"Why not?" you whimpered, your hands still clutching at his shirt, trying to draw him back to you, missing his warmth already.

"Because you're drunk," he said, his tone firm despite the obvious desire still burning in his eyes, making them dark and intense. "And I... god, I want this - want you - too much to let it happen this way. You deserve better than some rushed, drunken makeout session in your kitchen that you might not even remember clearly tomorrow."

"Jongho..." you purred, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. The wine had completely demolished your filter, leaving your desires bare and unrestrained. "I've thought about this... about us... so many times..."

Jongho's jaw clenched visibly, his hands gripping your waist a fraction tighter. "Y/N," he warned, his voice strained. "You're making this very difficult."

"You're kind of adorable when you're being responsible," you giggled, swaying forward to rest your forehead against his chest. "But fine, have it your way. I'll be good." The words came out more suggestive than you'd intended, and you felt Jongho's sharp intake of breath.

He shifted slightly, maintaining a respectful distance while still keeping you steady. "Let's get you to bed," he said softly, his voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.

Letting out a small sigh of defeat, you let him guide you toward your bed, your steps still slightly unsteady. "You're no fun," you mumbled, even as your eyelids grew heavier with each step. "But you're still pretty..."

Jongho smiled fondly as he guided you toward the bathroom instead, his warm hand steady against the small of your back. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter - even through your wine-induced haze, you could see the tender concern in his eyes, mixed with something deeper that made your breath catch.

"Let's get you cleaned up first," he said softly, his voice warm and gentle as he steadied you with one hand while reaching for your toothbrush with the other.

"You're being very... what's the word?" you mumbled as he carefully put toothpaste on your brush, your body swaying slightly into his solid presence. The bathroom lights seemed to spin a little, but his firm grip kept you grounded. "Nurturing? Is that it? Like a big, strong, handsome nurse," you giggled, leaning back against his chest for support.

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through you where your back pressed against him. "Someone has to take care of you," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear as he passed you the toothbrush. His hands lingered on your shoulders, thumbs drawing small, comforting circles that made you feel safe. As you brushed your teeth, still swaying slightly, you caught his eye in the mirror. The way he watched you, with that mix of amusement and affection, made your chest tight with emotion. His reflection showed everything you'd been too afraid to see before - the way his eyes softened when they met yours, how his protective stance betrayed more than just friendly concern.

"Are you gonna stay?" you asked around a mouthful of toothpaste, trying to sound casual but failing miserably, your voice small and hopeful. Jongho reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingertips lingered against your cheek for just a moment, sending sparks of electricity down your spine.

"I never planned to leave in the first place," he assured you, "Someone needs to make sure you drink water and take painkillers in the morning. Besides," he added, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror, "there's nowhere else I'd rather be right now."

You shuffled into your bedroom, leaning slightly against Jongho's steady presence as he carefully guided you to sit on the edge of your bed. His movements were deliberate and gentle, ensuring you remained balanced despite your slightly unsteady state. With remarkable foresight and consideration, he made his way to your dresser, retrieving your pajamas and holding them out to you with one hand while the other dramatically covered his eyes, his fingers splayed in an exaggerated gesture that made you smile.

"No peeking," you giggled, swaying slightly even while seated, your hand reaching out to steady yourself against the mattress. "Such a gentleman..."

"I'll turn around," he said firmly, though you could hear the barely contained smile in his voice, "Just let me know when you're done changing, okay?"

"But what if I need help?" you teased, watching with delight as the tips of his ears turned a delicate shade of pink, the blush creeping down his neck. "These buttons can be so tricky..."

"Y/N..." His voice carried a warning tone, though it was impossible to miss the undercurrent of affection and obvious amusement in his words. "You're making this whole 'being responsible' thing incredibly challenging, you know that?"

"Fine, fine," you conceded with an exaggerated sigh, waving your hand dismissively. "Turn around then, Mr. Proper," you mock-pouted, watching as he obediently spun to face the wall. As you managed to change into your pajamas with surprisingly minimal stumbling, you couldn't help but notice how Jongho kept his word, standing perfectly still with his back turned, his shoulders tense with the effort of maintaining composure. You had to admit, his steadfast determination to be proper and gentlemanly was endearing, even if your wine-influenced mind desperately wanted to test those carefully constructed boundaries. With a mischievous grin spreading across your face, you waited until he was fully turned around, completely unsuspecting, before carefully unhooking your bra under your shirt. In one fluid motion that was far more coordinated than you expected given your current state, you managed to pull it free from your sleeve and, with surprisingly good aim, tossed it directly at him, watching with gleeful satisfaction as it landed perfectly draped across his broad shoulder.

"Oops," you giggled with exaggerated innocence, trying and failing to suppress your laughter. "How did that get there? Must have slipped..."

Jongho froze completely, his shoulders tensing visibly beneath his hoodie. You could practically see him counting slowly to ten in his head, his fingers flexing at his sides before he carefully, deliberately reached up and removed the garment without turning his head even slightly, holding it out behind him with two fingers. "Y/N..." his voice was delightfully strained but unmistakably amused, a combination that made you want to test his resolve even further. "You're absolutely impossible, you know that?"

"I prefer the term 'delightfully challenging,'" you quipped back, finally pulling your pajama top on and smoothing it down. "Okay, I'm decent now. More or less. Probably more less than more, but who's counting?"

He turned back around slowly, cautiously, as if expecting another piece of clothing to come flying his way. A soft smile played at his lips despite his obvious attempt to maintain his composure, and when his eyes met yours, they were warm and tender, yet still carrying that hint of careful restraint that had characterized the entire evening.

"Let's get you tucked in," he said gently, moving to help you under the covers, his hands steady and sure.

"Can you... Stay with me?" you asked softly, your voice suddenly sleepy, all the previous playfulness melting into vulnerable honesty. "Just to cuddle? I promise I'll behave this time... mostly."

Jongho hesitated for a moment, his expression softening visibly as he looked down at you. "Alright," he conceded with a gentle smile that made your heart skip. "But you need to actually sleep, okay?"

You nodded eagerly, watching as he pulled off his hoodie with careful movements, leaving him in his soft, oversized t-shirt and comfortable sweatpants. The bed dipped slightly under his weight as he slipped under the covers beside you, and you immediately gravitated toward his warmth like a moth to flame. Your head found its perfect resting place on his chest, the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat more soothing than any lullaby could ever be. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand resting securely on your back while the other began to stroke your hair with such tender care that you felt yourself melting into his embrace.

"Comfortable?" he murmured softly, his voice rumbling pleasantly in his chest beneath your ear, the vibrations sending waves of contentment through your entire body.

"Mmhmm," you hummed contentedly, already feeling the gentle pull of sleep starting to cloud your consciousness. "You're so warm... and safe... like my own personal guardian angel..."

The last thing you registered before drifting off into peaceful slumber was the gentle, almost reverent press of his lips against your forehead and his whispered "Sweet dreams," the words carrying more tenderness than you'd ever heard before.

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"Again Home"

SPIDER-GIRL! reader x Kim minjeong

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MDNI! Not proofread!

Cw: angst, curse, fwb ig

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As spider-girl it's bound for your life to be set in danger, but who cares? It's fun. Plus you enjoy this life. Now here you are swinging through the buildings at midnight in new York, your body aching and your suit severely damage. You can already hear Mr. Starks scolding, but you can hear the scoldings from your girlfr-... Uh? I mean friend more... Minjeong, it's complicated.

To be honest, you and minjeong have been dating for 2 years, and in 1 month it's your third year. But not really, since last month minjeong broke up with you. But here you are swinging around new york going to her apartment again, why? We don't know either, even though we broke up I still went to her apartment through her window, wounded. Seeking her care. And she didn't refuse me, never. You guys never talked about it, on why you two continued talking to each other and why she kept on letting you in her house...

Why did she break up with you? Simple. She just cared too much. You we're always in danger and wounded, you guys always fought whenever you went to her house wounded. She would always scold you about It and you weren't the best with those scoldings, you would get annoyed and say 'you just don't get it.'. It happend almost every week until minjeong couldn't handle it and broke up with you, you didn't want to. But it was also for the best cause you didn't want minjeong to be involved in your life being spider-girl anyways, you didn't want to hurt her. Never. But now it's complicated on how you're guys relationship? Friendship?... Is going, I'd call it friends with benefits considering the stolen kisses and touches whenever you guys are alone.

As you swing through the buildings in new York you soon reach minjeongs apartment balcony.

Minjeong then started to hear some movement, "Y/N..." She thought. It was always you who she immediately thought whenever she would hear sounds in her room, always. And as expected as she turned around from her seat, books and notebooks on her table she couldn't help but smile seeing the girl outside her window.

You opened the window catching your breath heavily, you didn't even knock. As usual. You hurriedly jump to the couch she had and laid, and there it was.

"Y/N?!" Minjeong eyes grew larger and her smile fading, realising the wounds. Again.

You began taking off the suit, letting her get a better look at the injuries.

"What happend?" Minjeong asked, getting the first aid kit and some cloth and alcohol that she always kept due to Y/N.

"Stupid Mutant sewer lizard thing?!..." You groaned, as I laid on her bed gently as I caught my breath. Grabbing her sheets gently as I felt the pain from the alcohol that she was rubbing with the cloth.

“Stupid Mutant sewer lizard thing? Seriously?” Minjeong couldn't help but roll her eyes hearing that comment.

She applied the alcohol a little more roughly than necessary, feeling a wave of mixed emotions wash over her. Concern and… well, frustration.

“Why do you keep doing this, Y/N?” she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and annoyance. “Why do you always have to act like everything is some kind of reckless game?”

"it's not reckless, I'm saving this city, this universe, us." You said as you continued to grip onto the sheets a bit more. 'I hate alcohol, it hurts like hell.' You thought to yourself. But of course you had to remain looking calm Infront of minjeong.

“And what about you? Who’s gonna save you when you keep putting yourself in these situations?”

Minjeong couldn’t hide her annoyance and worry as she continued to clean the wounds.

“You’re always getting hurt and putting yourself in danger. It’s not just about saving the universe… it’s about your life, your well-being. You’re important too.”

"I can save myself" You say, that's quite UNDERWHELMING might I say for what she told you. Damn it you were always like this, weren't you?

Minjeong huffed and shook her head in disbelief. “No, you can’t. You may think you’re invincible, but you’re not. You’re human, and you have limits.”

She finished cleaning the wounds and started applying bandages to some of the cuts, her touch gentle despite her irritation.

“You’re too stubborn to admit it, but one of these days, you’re going to push yourself too far. And what then? What happens if you can’t save yourself?”

"Just don't get yourself involved minjeong. You don't get it" You say frustrated with her. Oh I smell an argument, and btw there's your iconic line of yours.

"I don't get it? Really?" Minjeong was taken aback by your words, a pang of hurt registering in her chest.

"I don't get it? I'm the one who patches you up every time you come back here looking like this. I'm the one worrying day and night because I know how dangerous everything is."

She finished wrapping the bandages, trying to keep her cool, but her voice was tinged with disbelief. "How can you say I don't get it?"

"...forget it" You sat up, groaning out loud since it was not a good idea due to your severe wounds. But, of course. You fought through it and stood up getting out the bed and picking up your spider suit on the ground.

"Forget it?"

Minjeong watched you stand up, her irritation growing at the sight of you ignoring her injuries.

"You're honestly unbelievable, you know that? You come here, all banged up, and then want to leave the moment I bring up anything even remotely serious."

She stepped closer to you, her eyes locked on the suit in her hand. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going back out." You say with that same empty and stoic expression or annoying expression, If you were to ask minjeong.

"Are you serious? You can barely stand up on your own, and you want to go out there again?"

Minjeong couldn't believe what she was hearing. Frustration boiled within her at Y/N's stubbornness.

"You're not going anywhere. You’re staying right here.”

"and why should I listen? Weren't you just pissed at me a minute ago" You said raising your voice a bit but not as loud, you could never raise your voice at minjeong. Never.

Minjeong couldn't believe the audacity. "Yes, I was pissed because I don't want to see you get hurt. Is it so hard for you to understand that I care about you?"

She shook her head, trying to compose herself, but her emotions were too raw. "You act like you're invincible, like you can handle anything the world throws at you. But you're wrong. You need rest and healing, not to go out there and get yourself killed."

You proceeded to not respond to her, pissed. You put on your suit ignoring the pain and enduring it. You guys we're always like this, you're not even surprised.

Minjeong watched in disbelief as Y/N struggled to put on the suit, each movement causing her pain. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Stop it. Just stop."

She stepped forward and firmly grabbed ahold of you, trying to keep you from moving. "You have to listen to me. You have to stop doing this. Look at yourself. You’re hurt, again. And you want to go out there and risk more just because your pride can't handle staying here and resting?"

"I'm fine, I'm not that weak that you always think I am. I'm capable of moving even with these injuries" You were kind of right, but of course minjeong still was the more righteous. Maybe, yes you were too prideful to admit you needed to rest and chill, but no. You wanted to be the best, seen as someone who you can always rely on. Never letting your guard down, that was the image you were aiming. Minjeong hated that, she wanted you to be safe.

"I never said you were weak," Minjeong retorted, her grip on you tightening slightly.

"You’re the most strong-willed and brave person I’ve ever met, but you can’t keep acting like you're indestructible. You’re only human, and you have limits. Ignoring your injuries and pushing through them won’t make you invincible. It’ll only make things worse."

She took a deep breath, her voice filled with a mix of anger and concern. "Can’t you just listen to me once?”l

"I don't need to listen to you." You pushed her hand off you, grabbing your mask and putting it on.

Minjeong's eyes widened in disbelief as Y/N disregarded her. She couldn't believe how stubborn you were being.

"Seriously?"

Minjeong's voice was filled with frustration and concern. "You're just going to ignore everything I said? Ignore the fact that you look like you went through a battle? Do you really care so little about your own well-being that you're willing to risk your life just for the sake of some misguided sense of responsibility?"

"You're acting like a damn child, you know that?" Minjeong clenched her fists, her anger getting the better of her.

"You’re not the only one who cares about protecting this city! You’re not the only one who feels responsible for keeping it safe! But you don’t see me out there getting beat up every other day. Because I have some sense self-preservation."

"we're different, minjeong. I'm spider-girl, and you're just an ordinary person." You said harshly, was it harsh? Or was the truth just harsh?

"Ordinary?" Minjeong repeated the word, feeling a pang of irritation. How could you think that way?

"Just because I can't swing from buildings and shoot webs doesn't mean I'm weak or 'ordinary.' I may not be a superhero, but I have strengths and abilities of my own. And I don't need powers to worry about you and care about your safety."

She stepped closer to you, her voice tinged with both anger and vulnerability.

"You act like you don't need anyone's help, like you have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. But you don't have to do everything alone, you know? You can rely on me. I can take care of you, just like I'm doing right now."

"I don't need you right now, I don't need to rely on you. I can do it by myself." You said as you turned away from her, looking out at the window. The night flow hitting your body perfectly.

"That’s bullshit, and you know it!" Minjeong's voice raised, her frustration reaching its peak.

"You say you don’t need me, that you can do it all by yourself, but look at you. You’re injured, hurting, and in no shape to go out there and get yourself hurt even more. But you’re too damn stubborn to even admit it, aren't you?"

You ignored her, you walked closer to the window.

"No, you don't get to walk away from me."

Minjeong's voice was firm as she grabbed your arm, preventing you from leaving through the window. She was not going to let you go out there in that condition.

"You're not going anywhere until we talk this through."

"You can’t just keep running away from your problems and pretending like you’re not hurt and in pain. You need to rest, to heal. And I’m not going to let you go out there and risk your life when you’re like this."

She held onto your arm tightly, her grip unyielding. She wasn’t about to let you go, not until she saw some sense.

"minjeong I said stop it!" You raised your voice at her smacking her arm off yourself, that was the first time you ever raised your voice at her, even laying a hand on her like that. You could never, right?...

A moment of shock filled Minjeong as Y/N yelled at her, the sting of your words adding to the physical pain. They'd had disagreements before, but you had never raised her voice like that or even made a physical move against her.

"What..."

Minjeong's voice faltered, her heart feeling as though it had just been punched. She stepped back, her eyes fixed on Y/N with a mix of hurt and disbelief.

You continued to look away, as you stare outside the window. The stars are appearing, it's night time. You have to hurry up.

"Don't act like you care so much about me now, you were the one who wanted to end things with me. You, you... You left me, so don't act like you love me, Kim minjeong."

Minjeong’s heart clenched at her words, pain and hurt mingling within her. She’d been the one who ended things, she knew that. But it didn’t mean she didn’t care about you… or that she didn’t love you.

"Don’t say that," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and desperation. "It’s not fair. Not now."

She took a step closer, her eyes locked on Y/N's back, she ran up. Hugged you. Her arms going to your neck, gripping your shoulders, touching your head even though you wore your mask.

"what's not fair minjeong? Tell me. Is it not fair that you ended our relationship just because you hated the fact that I'm spider-girl and I can't always give you what you want or is it not fair that I'm focusing on myself and on the people I care and my city now because I'm spider-girl." You said as you continued not to look at her, you let her hug you. But your body being stiff was a sign for your madness right now.

"I didn't hate the fact that you're spider-girl. I just... I hated seeing you put yourself in constant danger. I wanted you to be safe. I didn't want you to get hurt."

Minjeong's voice broke as she spoke, the words escaping in a rush of emotion.

"And what do you mean by ‘what I want’? I never asked for anything from you. I only ever wanted you to be safe and happy." She said weakly, her hands slowly caressing your head. As she slowly started to try to take off your mask.

"Stop." You said firmly.

"Show yourself to me, Y/N... Take off that mask, not now. Not you, my-... My girlfriend, please..." Minjeong said, what? You didn't understand. Why was she saying this? Why was she doing this. It irritated you more. It added more to your existential crisis.

For the last time, you gently. Pushed her off you, fixing your mask "Is it like this now, hm? It's me? And never spider-girl. If you can't love spider-girl, why love me."

You were going mad, it was obvious. You already had a lot of problems and now this kept on adding, you guys were turn off turn on.

"I'm tired minjeong. I don't want you beside me and always begging me to be more cautious, you think me? The one who saves the city is bound to be always safe? I have a universe to save. Its not that easy. If you were in my shoes you'd be pissed at the words that you're telling too." You say mad, you just needed to get it out. Now.

"Pissed? Sure, maybe. But I also wouldn't be so goddamn reckless all the time! I’d actually take my safety into consideration instead of acting like one person against a whole city."

Minjeong was beginning to sound frustrated again, her words filled with a mix of irritation and concern.

"You act like you have to shoulder everything alone, like everyone is counting on you and only you to save them. But you don't. You need help, damn it, whether you want it or not."

"you're unbelievable." Was all you could say as you sighed at her, you gave her a last look as you went out her window. Swinging into the city again. With unspoken words left right behind you, again. Why?

Minjeong stood there, watching you swing into the city, your silhouette slowly dissapearing. Her mind reeling from the conversation they'd had. She wanted to run after you, to stop you, but she knew it was too late.

Her emotions were a tangled mess of worry, anger, and love. But most of all, she felt the pain of knowing there were now more words left unsaid between them.

"Damn it." Minjeong muttered to herself, feeling the weight of her emotions crash into her like a wave. She sank down onto her bed, burying her face in her hands.

She hated fighting with Y/N. It always left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, like her heart had just gone through a tornado of pain.

"Why does she have to be so damn stubborn?"

Minjeong's thoughts echoed in her mind, replaying their argument over again.

Despite everything, she still cared. She still loved you. And that was the hardest part of it all.

After a few moments, the tears started to fall. She let herself cry, the soft sobs filling the quiet room. Her heart ached for Y/N, for the pain they were both feeling. But at the same time, her mind was filled with frustration and anger at Y/N, at herself, at the situation they had found themselves in.

She stayed there, tears streaming down her face, lost in the tangle of her emotions.

Again.

Again..

Again...

Why were you guys like this?

Why were you guys always headed to different paths?

Why couldn't you guys be each other's paths?

Was what kurayami thought as she swang in the quiet dead streets of new York as it was midnight.

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