#Wooyoung fics

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𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 (m)

Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 15k ~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI pls

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Part 2

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As someone who has been single for the past 2 years, you often found yourself missing certain things and feelings. It´s not even the dating in itself that you craved, you were in fact, very content with being alone, and after all your inner healing and growth, you didn´t even think you were ready for a relationship at this point in your life. But as you and Wooyoung were on your couch lazily spending the afternoon, you found your body and mind screaming for comfort at the sight of the rainy day outside. 

Your friend had his head on your lap as he played some online shooting game on his phone, the movie you intended on watching now only serving as background noise as you drifted off, hands absent-mindedly playing with the strands of his hair that fell on top of your thighs.  

Hand-holding. 

That´s something you really missed. The feeling of interlacing fingers with someone as warmness spread through your body. When you were dating, you weren´t even that into holding hands, uncomfortable with not being able to move freely or with the way your palm seemed to always feel clammy – But now? You would kill for a chance to walk around a park linked with someone.  

You also really missed being so familiar with someone that you just felt at ease, having a person there to do nothing or everything with, being able to talk or gossip about anything. You remember spamming Mingyu´s chat with every little thing that happened during your day and him just being genuinely happy to hear about it, replying to every single message in order. As your best friend, Wooyoung was someone you talked to a lot, but you still couldn´t text him about how you already drank 6 glasses of water or how you were annoyed because your stapler kept getting stuck – Those are the annoying little things you only get to share with a significant other that has the obligation to put up with you. 

And showering together. You almost felt dramatic tears fill your eyes at the thought of it; sharing the hot stream of water with someone, have them rub soap down your back or massage shampoo onto your scalp, or just simply holding someone in the dark under the running water as steam filled the room.  

Oh, and free massages. You definitely missed those, being able to ask for a massage at whatever given moment with the certainness that you would receive one. Mingyu´s love language had always been acts of service, meaning you wouldn´t spend a single day without his hands squeezing your shoulders or rubbing down your back.  

Maybe you should call Mingyu. Something along the lines of “hey, I know we broke up a few years ago but can you come like, hold me for a minute? Cuddle until we fall asleep?” 

You were so touch deprived you could cry. 

There was also the intimate part of a relationship; You had tried casual sex, one-night stands, friends with benefits, even a Tinder hook up once – It just wasn´t for you. It´s not even the sex on itself that you longed for, you could spend another few years without it if it came down to it. But you did miss what came with being intimate with someone who truly cared about you. When it comes to casual flings, people are normally selfish (yourself included), doing the bare minimum to get the other person off but truly aiming for their own pleasure; it was nice being with someone who´s main priority was making you feel good without the need of having the “favor returned”.  

What you really did miss though, was a bit cruder: You missed the feeling of someone´s dick in your mouth, the groans and whines that came with it, hands tangled in your hair, your tongue tracing hot veins as someone praised you. You missed having someone´s fingers inside of you, your walls tight around them as they pumped in and out of you with ease. You also really fucking missed someone eating you out. 

You subconsciously pulled a bit on Wooyoung´s hair out of frustration but he didn´t seem to notice, eyes fixated on his game. You gently pat his head where you had tugged on the strands and went back to playing with his hair, letting your mind take you away once again.  

Again, it´s not like your relationship with Mingyu ended badly, surely, he wouldn´t mind if you called him up to go down memory lane for a night- 

You had never noticed how plump Wooyoung´s lips were.  

He had a habit of pouting when he was focused, or biting on his lips when he was extra concentrated – which he was doing just now as he tried to shoot at someone who was trying to kill him. When he finally managed to take out the other player and escape, he let his bottom lip go, now all red and glistening as he cursed out loud. They just looked so soft and plushy, and the mole he had on his bottom lip –  

You suddenly realized you were kind of obsessed with Wooyoung´s nose shape. You know what people say about big noses… Also, how good would it feel bumping against - 

“You´re being way too nice. What´s going on?” Wooyoung´s voice suddenly interrupted your thoughts, causing you to jump in shock and realization that you were just thinking about your friend eating you out.  

“I am nice, just not to you,” You correct, meeting his eyes which were looking up as you noticed you were still running your fingers through his hair. 

“I have very strong opinions about that, but either way, it´s what I meant. Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Am I?” 

“I remember very clearly the last time I asked you to cuddle me, almost got down on my knees begging and you just looked at me like I had rolled around in the trash.”  

“You were quiet today, behaving like a normal person-” 

“Go on, call me a good boy. I know you want to,” He rolls his eyes. 

You laugh out loud at that; he did know you well. 

“Nah, you´ve ruined it the moment you opened your mouth.” 

“Guess I´m a bit further from perfect than I thought, getting there though. How was the movie anyways?” 

“Oh, did it end already?” You asked, finally looking at the TV and realizing the credits must have been rolling for a while. “Wasn´t paying attention.” 

“What were you even doing?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a second away from calling you stupid. 

“Thinking.” 

“About?” 

“Calling Mingyu,” You half-lied. 

At that, he managed to furrow his eyebrows even more, the biggest judgmental face he had ever sported looking up at you, “Why? Are you suddenly into him again?” 

“No.” 

“Then why?” 

“I don´t know, just-” 

“Oh my god,” His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in shock. “It´s a booty call.” 

“It´s that what people call it these days?”  You ask, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal. 

“Oh my god, so it is.” 

“I guess?” 

“Y/N, it´s been like 2 years. I know you´re hot and he´s a man but I think that conversation would be kind of weird. Were you planning on texting him a wanna come smash?” He questioned you as he sat up. “Do you even have his number?” 

“No, I - I don´t know. I-  Let´s change the subject.” 

“Let´s absolutely not.” 

“You´re being annoying.” 

“Aren´t I always?” 

“Yes, defin-” 

“If you´re horny, why don´t you text that last guy you were going out with? He was hot too.” 

“Ew, don´t use the word horny.” 

“Would you prefer I call you needy?” 

Maybe you would, yeah, very much. 

“No, ew. Just stop talking all-together.” 

“So, why don´t you text him?” 

“You know I can´t really enjoy it much when I´m not like, close to the person.” 

“So you thought of your ex,” he deadpanned. 

“Yeah.” 

“Has literally not even one of the guys you hooked up with gotten you off?” 

“I mean, some of them did. But I don´t want to just get off, I-I- I don´t even know what I want, can we please chan-” 

“You want to be treated like the little pillow princess you are, got it.” 

Did he have to say it like that? Suddenly you felt the pulse between your legs raising its intensity. Oh god no, you were absolutely not getting turned on by Wooyoung´s crude choice of words. 

Anyone but Wooyoung! 

“Who says I´m a pillow princess? Am not!” 

“Ah, please. You scream I´ll bring nothing to the table besides looking pretty.” 

“Is that how I come off as?” You gasped at that, feeling deeply offended. “You´re full of shit.” 

“Why are you even getting mad? There´s nothing wrong with that, I´m sure you´re really good at looking pretty under a guy.” 

“Please stop picturing someone else fucking me?” 

“Who says I´m picturing someone else?” He winked at you teasingly. 

You literally, in your over 20 years of life on this earth, have never - not even once - thought you would actually choke over someone´s words. This was Wooyoung, you were used to his ways, c´mon! 

“Yeah, let´s not do that.” 

“Awn, pretty princess got flustered,” He cooed at you. 

You knew he was just teasing you; you knew there was no real sexual intent behind his words because that was Wooyoung, he flirted and teased as naturally as he breathed - but they still got your thighs tensing and you hating yourself for it. Couldn´t you just take a joke for what it was? 

“Although now that I´m thinking about it, I wouldn´t be surprised if you turned out to be a brat in bed. You´re already the biggest one normally.” 

“Look who´s calling me a brat,” You rolled your eyes once again. It didn´t matter if he was right or wrong, Wooyoung had no right calling anyone that when he was the way he was.  

At that, he presented you with the most attractive smile you think would ever exist in the world, a mixture between cunning, excitement and condescending, “You think I´m bratty?” 

“Oh, I´m sure of it.” 

“Maybe I´m just good at matching energies, you know?” He winked, teasing you further. 

“Fuck off. I know San forced you on your knees more often than I´d like to imagine.” 

“Because I allowed him to.” 

You snorted, “Yeah. Sure thing, honey. Now let´s move along, please.” 

Except that, your mind decided to in fact, consider his words. Wooyoung liked teasing and annoying people for his own entertainment, he whined at you every time he didn´t get things his way and he was always playfully flirting with everyone - and you meant literally everyone. Because of that, you had always just kind of assumed (but never spared it many thoughts, thank God) that your best friend was just someone who like to be dominated when in relationships, or sexual encounters for the matter.  

But honestly, you could kind of see it differently after his comments. It was true he always had everyone wrapped around his fingers and somehow, he always managed to get things his way - Wasn´t that also some form of control? The lines were kind of blurred when it came to Jung Wooyoung, but that was kind of even more attractive to you.   

“Oh my god, you´re thinking about it,” Wooyoung teased.  

“You´re the one who started it!” 

“You don´t have to stress your pretty little head over it,” He smiled, his finger finding it´s place under your chin to tip your face in his direction playfully. “I can show you.” 

Oh, absolutely not. 

Your eyes fluttered shut for a millisecond at his words, your guard crumbling surprisingly fast as you practically whimpered, “I know you´re joking but can we please not?” 

“Why?” 

 Couldn´t he stop giving you that annoying freaking smile? 

“Because I am kind of horny and I really don´t want to go there,” You practically growled.  

Now he was the one who broke character, not expecting you to be actually affected by his jokes, before the teasing smile was back on his face in a heartbeat - but you saw it. 

“Did I make you horny?” He teased. 

“Of course not, I was already horny before. I´m just in a weird mood.” 

It wasn´t necessarily a lie. If you weren´t already feeling some type of way since earlier, you would have never - and you really mean that - caught yourself thinking about Wooyoung´s stupid plump lips or if he could actually fuck you.  

“So, you were thinking about getting dicked down while I was here innocently lying down on your lap? You´re dirty,” He snickered. 

“It wasn´t weird until you made it weird,” You groaned in frustration. This is really not how you imagined your afternoon would go down.  

“Want me to help you out?” 

“Got any hot friends who are also not my friends?” 

“I do,” He nodded with his head. “But I´m also right here.” 

Your eyes almost flew out of your head. You always judged yourself as the only person immune to Wooyoung's weirdness, deeming that nothing the man did or say would ever surprise you since you basically were the same - but you now guessed the tests became harder as the years passed.  

“I can´t really tell if you´re joking-“ 

“I am absolutely not.” 

“Yeah, not going to happen.” 

“Why?” 

“Because!” 

“I know you can use your big girl words.” 

“Because as much as it pains me to admit it, we´re best friends. I guess?” 

“Now you´re the one who´s making it weird. You´re hot, I´m hot. You´re horny, now I´m horny. What´s wrong with helping each other out?” 

“What´s wrong is that I never really saw you like that!” You whined. 

“But you´re seeing now.” 

“Yeah, and I don´t like it!” 

“Tell me,” He raised an eyebrow at you, a devilish glint on his eyes matching his smile once again.  

“What?” 

“What you imagined me doing to you.” 

“Oh my god. Nothing!” 

“Oh c´mon, I won´t think you´re in love with me or anything. I know we´re friends and I´m a man, if there is one thing I can understand is simple plain old horniness.”  

“How is this so easy for you?” 

“Oh, I already imagined fucking you many times. In many different ways, too,” Wooyoung stated so casually, like he was talking about his shopping list for when he went to the supermarket later. “You know that one time at Seonghwa´s pool when you were wearing that little orange bikini? I must have made up at least 4 different scenarios, just that day.” 

“I feel kind of violated?”  

You also felt the way something throbbed in between your legs at his words but he didn´t need to know that. 

“As I said: I´m a man, Y/N. I love you and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or fuck up our friendship, but there´s nothing wrong with fantasizing. It´s not like I actively decide to do it either, it just happens, I don´t know.” 

“Do you just casually think about fucking all your friends?” 

“No, only the hot ones. And it´s not something I keep thinking about all the time, I´m not a creep. Just once every blue moon hormone takes over or something. Also, you´re a fool if you think any of your other friends who are into women have never, not even once, thought about fucking you.”  

“Yeah, I´d rather be a fool,” You rolled your eyes. “Also, San hasn´t!” 

“San would quit his dream job in a heartbeat if I called him over for a threesome right now.” 

“Yunho then! He would never -” 

Wooyoung laughed at that, “Honey, I have something to tell you-“ 

“Please don´t.” 

“Anyways, you´re not lacking options to help you out. All I´m saying is that I´m here and I´d be more than glad to be the one,” He had the audacity of winking at you. “Since you were already thinking about it.” 

“I´m begging you to please drop it.” 

“Only if you tell me what you were thinking about.” 

“Oh my god! You know what? Let´s play your stupid fucking game, Jung Wooyoung. I´ll tell you if you tell me first.” 

“So, you do know how to have fun,” Wooyoung gave you a big smile, his eyes disappearing in happiness as if you had just told him you got him a new car. “What do you want to know?” 

“About the day at Seonghwa´s pool.” 

“Fun. I will use your own words then: I was in a weird mood that day and then you just took your clothes off and looked so good in that bikini. You were sunbathing and at some point in the afternoon you went inside Hwa´s house to get something from the kitchen and my brain just kept flashing images in my head: what if I followed you into the empty house, pushed you against the nearest wall and fucked you, watching as you tried to keep quiet so the others wouldn´t hear from right outside? Your cheek red from rubbing against the wall, your -” 

“That´s scenario number one.” 

“You want all of them? Kinky.” 

“I can just go-“ 

“Calm down, princess. See? I knew you were a brat.” 

“Wooyo-“ 

“Later when I was sitting down on the sunbathing chair with you while you were helping me out with the sunscreen, I noticed how my hand was so close I could pull the bottom of your bikini to the side and just slip my fingers in, right there in the open, no one would even notice. I wondered if you were already going to be wet and how you would sound trying to keep your noises inside with my knuckles deep into you. I couldn´t imagine a better sight than you all pretty clenching around my fingers or how you would look trying to casually spread your legs for me without anyone suspecting. I even went as far as imagining us getting caught, can you picture Mingi noticing what a little slut you are and trying to watch without getting caught himself? Poor boy wouldn´t know what to do with himself, would just loose his mind at how hot you´d look. I wondered if you´d like that he was watching –“ 

“That´s scenario number two,” You interrupted before the skin where you dug your nails into could start bleeding from your efforts to ground yourself and not squirm like an animal in heat at Wooyoung´s words. 

He was good, you had to give him that.  

Wooyoung laughed at you and you wondered if he had any clue about what he was doing to you. Then you mentally slapped yourself because of course he did, he had eyes.  

“When everyone went inside to make some drinks and start on dinner, you sat there on the edge of the pool and started kicking water at me. Remember that? I happened to notice the edge was just the perfect height for me to eat you out from the pool, and you even had your back to the door. We were all alone out there and even if someone came out, I would be hidden from their view in between your legs. I could picture my hands holding your thighs open and your back arching-” 

“Yeah, ok. That´s enough. I´m going to go, humm, shower or something and you can just like leave-” 

“Can I join?” He joked as you stood up. 

“No.” 

“Can I at least stay outside listening?” 

“What? I´m not going to mastu- Wooyoung, I´m just taking a cold shower.” 

“OK, go cool yourself off, princess. I´ll wait for you here,” He informed, unlocking his phone once again and showing you his screen where his game was loading. 

“Yeah, ok. Suit yourself.” 

“You really should let me listen as payback for getting me horny,” He screamed once you were already down the hallway. 

“You got yourself horny,” You screamed back before shutting the bathroom door behind yourself. 

You silently screamed against your hands as you let your body slide down the door. 

What the hell just happened? How many lines did you just cross?  

Why was Wooyoung suddenly so hot? 

And so, a cold shower you took and thankfully, after you left the bathroom, no one talked about the subject for the rest of the night and just pretended that nothing had happened. 

Except that now you were miserable and your mind echoed Wooyoung´s words every time you looked or thought about him. It was not optimal to be crossing your legs in the middle of class at university because you accidentally caught yourself staring at your friend´s veiny arms for half of the lecture. 

★  

“You´re still horny,” Wooyoung stated a few days later when you were literally getting ice cream after class. 

“And I´m actually mortified that you noticed.” 

“You´re being stubborn.” 

“We´re not fucking, Wooyoung.” 

“Dude, at this point I am genuinely feeling bad for you. We can ask Mingi or whoever, just please get some dick.” 

“You´re being kind of sexist-” 

“Y/N, you look constipated. I am worried for your sanity.” 

“Just shut up before I stop talking to you.” 

“I can use a blindfold or something if you´re worried about me seeing you naked-” 

“You´d like that, wouldn´t you? Submissive bitch.” 

“Don´t degrade me unless you mean it,” He winked at you. 

“You are actually insufferable.” 

“I´m just trying to help.” 

“You can´t because you don´t understand that this isn´t just about getting some dick!” 

“So what is this about? You tense every time my hands get near you -” 

“Wooyoung, this is an ice cream parlor. There are kids around, just shut the fuck up.” 

“So let´s go to my place.” 

“I´m not getting inside any closed spaces with you unless there are more people around.” 

“Kinky.” 

“Oh my god, you know what I mean.” 

“I know, just let me tease you. Ok, but seriously now, I think that in order for me to do my duties as a best friend, I need to understand what´s going on.” 

“Since when do you care about your best friend duties? You once left me behind alone at a party to get fucked by Yeonjun or whatever you two-” 

“Allegedly.” 

“No, Wooyoung. Not allegedly, it was literally me that you dragged to a corner to inform you´d be going upstairs with Yeonjun-” 

“No one knows what happened in that room.” 

“Yeah, thank god.” 

“Ok, whatever. Let me help you, tell me what´s going on inside that little messed up brain of yours.” 

“Nop. I really would rather lock myself inside the industrial freezer in the back.” 

“Yeah? Then I´m texting Mingi to go to your place and give you the fuck of your life tonight-” 

“Wooyoung!” 

“Y/N!” 

“Just drop it.” 

“No! Do you actually miss Mingyu? Or dating? Do you want a boyfriend? Is that it?” 

“No,” You groaned, hitting your forehead against the table.  

“So?” 

“Just- I need alcohol if we´re going to talk about this.” 

“Ok, let´s go to-” 

“Wooyoung, it´s 2 in the afternoon.” 

And so, he let it go for the moment, but the next time he saw a single drop of alcohol near you, he sat down next to you and crossed his hands like he meant business, a pointed look on his face. 

★ 

“So?” 

“This is literally my first shot.” 

“Then take it.” 

“Fine,” You begrudgingly complied, and you hadn´t even placed your glass back down before Wooyoung was already pouring you more. Figuring you weren´t going to escape this conversation, you downed your second shot and sighed in defeat. 

“Now tell me why you aren´t getting your back blown out at this very moment.” 

“It´s really weird talking about sex with you.” 

“We talk about sex all the time.” 

“Yeah, about other people, not about me, or about you suddenly being willing to fuck me- “ 

“Not suddenly.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Pour me some more.” 

“That´s what I like to hear,” He smirked at you, eyes glinting as he filled your glass up.  

“Y/N looks miserable,” Mingi suddenly stated, dropping his body next to you on the couch coming from seemingly nowhere.  

“Doesn´t she?” Wooyoung agreed, giving you a pointed look as you punched Mingi for the out-of-pocket comment. 

“Where did you even come from?” You asked the tall man next to you, excited for a change of topic. 

“The kitchen,” He absentmindedly answered you, hand busy filling up the glasses in front of you before handing you one. “Take a shot with me.” 

And so you did, hissing at the burning sensation and taking deep breaths to not gag at the taste of tequila. 

“OK, why does it look like your house burned down?” The man turned his attention back to you after smashing the empty glass on the little center table in front of you. 

Damn it, Mingi. 

You didn´t even have the time to begin forming any kind of excuses before Wooyoung  answered for you in a heartbeat, “Little Y/N over here is horny.” 

“Jung Wooyoung!” You gasped at his choice of words, thorn between hiding behind your hands, punching the man and apologizing to Mingi. 

Mingi, in turn, was frozen in shock mid pouring himself another shot. And you meant that the man wasn´t even blinking, mouth open and hands stuck in the air holding the glass bottle which you took from him afraid he would break it. 

“See what you´ve done?” You sighed to Wooyoung, elbowing his ribs as you tried waving your hand in front of Mingi´s face for a reaction.  

“Wait, what?” Said man came back to life, his voice way higher than what you´re used to. 

“You heard it, man. She hasn´t been fucked right in ages-” 

“Wooyoung, you know what you said about wanting to keep up with your best friend´s duties?” You asked between gritted teeth, about ready to jump the man and rip all of his hair out. “This is really not it.” 

“But you´re hot!” Mingi seemed confused. 

“I told her that!” Wooyoung ignored you. “I even told her you´d volunteer to help her out-” 

“I so would-” 

“Shut the fuck up, you two! Wooyoung, I´m about a second away from blocking you on my phone and never seeing you again,” You were also as close to ripping your own hair out. “Yes I´m horny, the whole world doesn´t need to hear about it.”  

Mingi noticed the crazy look behind your eyes and rubbed your back in comfort, he too knew what Wooyoung could do to people when he decided to be annoying.  

“It´s ok, love. We´ve all been there,” Mingi assured you and his words did soothe you a bit.  

“It´s just – You guys don´t get it. It´s not about just sex. I know I could literally fuck anyone at this party if I wanted to, I´m not dense. I guess I just miss dating but I don´t really want to date anyone at the moment?” 

“So like a friends with benefits thing?” Wooyoung pressed. 

“No, that´s just fucking with a fancy title. I mean like, I miss being touched and hugged and pampered and – I don´t know.” 

“Every time I try to hug you, you freeze and glare at me!” Mingi pouted. 

“I´m just not a touchy person!” 

“I know! That´s why I´m not understanding what you want.” 

“Just forget it-” 

“I get it,” Wooyoung interrupted.  

“Do you?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“You want a boyfriend without the obligations and feelings involved with a relationship. I was right, you´re needy.” 

“Oh,” Apparently it made sense to Mingi too. 

“Ok, and with that, I excuse myself,” You say, already standing up to go find someone else to hang out with because you were definitely not ready for the rest of that conversation. 

★ 

“What are you doing here?” You asked in annoyance after opening the door to your place to a very content looking Wooyoung. 

"I came to be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend,” He smiled proudly. 

"We're not fucking, Wooyoung,” You managed to sigh and roll your eyes at the same time. "Which is exactly what I told you the other 50 times you suggested it." 

"Who said anything about fucking? I'm just here to force the touch-deprivation out of you. Now move, I brought snacks," He said as if he hadn't already pushed you out of the way about midway through his sentence.   

You sighed in defeat, accepting your peaceful quiet night was ruined - You hadn't even locked the door yet and Wooyoung was already sprawled on your couch organizing the snacks on your coffee table, making way more noise than necessary.  

"At least you brought my favorite," You noticed, arms crossed as you stood up next to the couch.  

"These are all your favorites," His eyes were even shining with the amount of pride he had for himself. 

"Says who?" 

"Says me." 

"You called Seonghwa, didn't you?" 

"Only about the chips." 

"Knew it." 

"It's not my fault you literally change your opinions every day." 

"Welcome to girlhood." 

"Now sit down and I'll put something on Netflix." 

"Wooyoung, why-" 

"Y/N, listen," It was his turn to sigh. "You helped me through a lot when everything happened with my grandpa and you were always there for me when shit went down, just let me help you this once however I can." 

"Ok, got it. Enough with the sentimental talk," You quickly obeyed. You didn't like serious Wooyoung.  

"Now, are we feeling Criminal Minds?" He asked once you were sitting next to him, remote in hand. 

"Sounds great." 

“Perfect,” Wooyoung agreed as he put on the show, quickly standing up to turn off the lights before sitting back down and opening his arms. “Come here.” 

“Uh, I would rather not.” 

“I don´t care, we´re doing this.” 

“I don´t think forcing me to cuddle you will help much-” 

“Do you want me to really force you? Because I can,” He raised his eyebrow at you, arms still hanging in the air. 

“I´m pretty sure I´m stronger than you-” 

“Oh my god, just shut up,” He groaned and rolled his eyes at the same time, bending his body forward so he could grab onto your waist and pull you against his chest.  

Ok, yeah. He was definitely stronger than you. 

“Can you not make it so difficult?” He asked once he noticed how stiff you were in between his legs. “Stretch your legs, relax.” 

You decided against reminding him that he was in fact forcing you to do this and obeyed, he was just trying to help after all and maybe he did have a point: Some human touch might help calm your mind down. Also, the quicker you played along, the sooner it would be over.  So, stretching your legs across the couch you did, letting your body relax against Wooyoung´s, who contently wrapped his arms around you as you both turned your attention towards the Tv.  

Well, that lasted for about 10 minutes before you started feeling the heat of your friend´s skin radiating and everything started making sense: Being held by someone you loved really was comforting. Huh, who would have guessed? 

You generally hated being touched by people but right now you kind of felt like a cat, wanting to rub your head on Wooyoung´s shirt and snuggle into his warmth.  

“Can I play with your hair or will you bite my hand of?”  

“You can try,” You answered, not wanting to admit he was right all along and that you would very much like more of whatever this was.  

You could practically feel the roll of his eyes at your threatening tone as he pulled your head like you were just one big barbie doll, so your right cheek would be rested against his chest, turning your body to the side so now your right shoulder kind of met his chest instead of your back.  

“Ouch, you could be gentler,” You complained, rubbing your forehead skin where his palm was planted seconds before.  

“When you deserve it,” He grunted, eyes fixed on the Tv.  

“That was not very let me help you of you.” 

It was easy to tell he bit back his comeback, simply taking a deep calming breath and burying his fingers in the hair behind your neck, gently rubbing the area – Maybe you would purr. Judging you now had the upper hand, you decided to in return wrap your own arms around his wait so you could get comfortable and Wooyoung  gave you a cocky victory smile. 

Damn it. 

The two of you went through the entire episode like that and you were so relaxed that when Wooyoung stood up to open the snacks and grab some wine, you didn´t even complain about how that was a bad idea, sharing some glasses while you watched the second and third episodes and he tossed you around into every cuddling position you never even knew existed, discussing who you though were the killers and all the little gossips of the week. 

“You could create like a cuddling Kama Sutra,” You joked, kind of dizzy because of the drink – or because you had an incredibly attractive man holding you for the past 2 hours or so.  

“Will you quit complaining about my touchy personality now?” He smiled. 

“Nah, this was a one-time thing.” 

“Are you at least feeling a bit better?” Wooyoung asked, adjusting himself on the couch to look at you since you were now sitting side to side after the last episode ended.  

“Yes, actually.” 

It was true, you were no longer feeling like you could rip your entire skin off if you went through another second of someone not touching you.  

“I have one last move prepared,” He informed excitedly. 

“We´re not fucki-” 

“Oh my god, will you quit it with the fucking thing? If you keep bringing It up I might start thinking you´re interested-” 

“What was the idea?” You quickly asked, trying to cut the flirting off before it could lead your brain somewhere you spent the entire night not wanting to go.  

“Let me give you a massage.” 

“Wow, you´re really invested in this helping me thing.”  

“Contrary to your big mouth, I am a good friend. Sit down right here,” Wooyoung ordered, opening his legs and pointing to the space on the floor in between his feet. “Tonight I´ll take the neediness out of you the best I can since you refuse to go out and get some dick.” 

You rolled your eyes and ignored his remark, sitting down where he showed you and waiting silently as he gently gathered your hair and moved it out of the way. You cursed at how your skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingertips brushed against the side of your neck, your breath suddenly caught in your chest. 

You followed the realization that this was probably a horrible idea with another glass of wine, thankful he couldn't feel your heart beating fast.  

Wooyoung worked his thumbs in circles, digging them between your scapulae and pressing them up until they reached your shoulders, which he squeezed in the perfect strength to get shivers running up your spine every minute as he repeated the motion over and over.  

“How are you so good at this?” You whined, hating how your body was reaction to the touches. 

“There´s really nothing I´m not good at.” 

“Humbleness,” You offered. 

“That was a cliché answer, you can do better than that.” 

“I don´t care, just please never stop.” 

“I get that a lot.” 

“Do you really need to make everything sexual?” 

“I´ve always been that way, it´s not my fault that now that you´re horny it´s bothering you.” 

You hated when he put it like that, because yes. 

And maybe the way he sometimes would squeeze your neck during the massage or just the fact that he was touching you, were getting you feeling some type of way you would rather he did not notice.  

“If you were a girl, you´d understand,” You groaned. “Ovulation sucks.” 

“You actually just gave yourself the perfect solution, why don´t you fuck a girl?” 

´Cause what I really want is fucking you. 

Oh, wow.  

Where did that come from? 

“Speaking of which, do you even know how to?” You ask, admittedly kind of shy of asking such question.  

“Know how to what?” 

“Like, have- you like- With women?” You try, motioning widely towards the couch with your hands as if it would help you get your point across so you wouldn´t have to say the words. 

Wooyoung seemed to get it though, hands suddenly stopping on your back so you would look at him, “Y/N, you do know I have fucked women, right?” 

“How would I? You never told me!” You whine. 

“I thought it would be disrespectful?” 

“But when you told me how much you loved choking on San´s dick it wasn´t?” 

“Well, no-” 

“Or when you literally shared about how you thought about your fingers inside of me?” 

“You asked for it!” 

“I don´t believe you,” You narrowed your eyes towards him. “There´s no way I wouldn´t have known.” 

“Do you want like a list or something?” 

“What? No! That would be disrespectful.” 

“See?” 

“Ok, no, wait. Just tell me this: Lauren?” 

“Yes.” 

“Wooyoung, nooooo!” You whined. 

“What? She´s hot!” He was exasperated. 

“Oh my god, everything makes so much sense now.” 

“Wait, did you really think I was gay? We´ve know each other for years! I talk about women all the time!” 

“Yeah, but I thought you talked about women like Kevin talks about Beyoncé! Like in a slayy pussy  queennn way, not in a I´d want to fuck her way.”  

“Would you like me to go around harassing women?” 

“No, listen: I didn´t think you were gay, I just kind of never thought about it?” 

"You though I was just joking around with you the other day and you still got all hot and bothered?" Would he quit teasing you? "Kinky." 

“I thought you were playing and I didn't get any way!" 

“Whatever you say, princess - Wait, why did you think Ali was always hanging around my neck all these months?” 

“I just thought she was kind of crazy – Wait, did you fuck her that good? She wouldn´t leave us alone for a second, it was driving me insane." 

“I just told you there´s nothing I´m not good at,” He winked at you with a cocky smile on his face. 

You wanted to die.  

“Wooyoung,” You warned. 

“Awn, am I getting to you?” His tone was so sarcastic and condescending that a fire burned inside of you that you were afraid was never going out.  

“It´s the wine,” You assured, more yourself than him. 

“It´s always something.” 

“See? That´s why I told you I didn´t want to be alone with you.” 

“Afraid you´ll jump me?” He mocked. “I´m not scared.” 

"Just shut up. If whatever you're saying is true, I just want you to know you have the worst taste in women ever." 

"Well, considering I would love to taste you more than I would anyone else, I agree," He played with your words.  

“Go wash the glasses,” You ordered, the skin under your cheeks burning.  

“Yes, ma’am,” He answered with a laugh, immediately standing up and following along.  

When you were alone in the living room, your face fell between your hands in despair. 

You fucking hated Jung Wooyoung and his fucking giant noise. 

★  

Stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung.  

Fucking hell.  

Cursed be the day that man was born and cursed be the hospital and the doctors and the nurses and everyone in the world for all you cared. 

Your entire body was filled with rage as you opened the stupid coffee maker to pour the water into the compartment – which you had of course forgotten to fill 10 minutes earlier and almost burnt the whole office down. How would you explain to your boss that you started a fire because your brain was simply too busy flashing images of you sitting on your stupid annoying best friend´s face for the past 4 hours? 

It has been 2 days since the day at your place, 2 nights since you've gotten a decent night of sleep. "Why is that?" One would ask. Well, the answer would be that your useless brain decided to sabotage you, having you dream about your best friend over and over again – Which wouldn't be so bad if 90% of the dreams didn't consist of you ridding said best friend's face, waking up sweating and wanting to scream. 

At this point you just wanted to break Wooyoung's nose with a punch, so you'd never have to think about it again. After almost ripping your hair out in front of your computer, you decided on texting Hoshi for Mingyu's number - That's how desperate you were to get stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung out of your head. At least your friend assured that your ex was indeed single now and still didn't hate you, which was enough for you.  

Not really knowing how to tell your ex-boyfriend, after so much time has passed, that you just wanted him to throw you around, things weren't going as fast as planned and you couldn't keep avoiding Wooyoung forever – One, because he has no sense of boundaries and would just show up at your place if you ignored him and two, you really didn't want to have the conversation that would go down when he found out why you weren't around.  

It'd been over a week since you last saw Wooyoung in person, you were still in the talking stages with Mingyu, dreaming about your friend every fucking night and staring at his picture on the chatting app for hours while wanting to die. Now, you kind of genuinely didn't care anymore, Mingi and Wooyoung were right, maybe this was just about getting some dick – and you would find out if one could die of horniness if you didn't get some soon.  

It was Saturday night, Hongjoong decided to throw a small party at his place to celebrate his birthday and you figured alcohol was a good solution since stabbing a knife into your brain wasn't an option. You even invited Mingyu, hoping in person and after a few drinks you'd figure how to ask him to bend you over – The man said he would be pretty late because of previous scheduled commitments but that he would go. Your ex was an incredibly attractive man who knew his way around a lady, maybe you would see all your problems flying away after tonight. 

Except that after your first cup and some chatting with Mingi and Seonghwa on Hongjoong's couch, Wooyoung decided to arrive.  

You took one (1) - ONE, UNO - look at the man and grabbed your phone, shooting Mingyu a text: don´t come, party´s canceled. 

“Bro, your hair looks sick!” Mingi shouted before your brain could even begin to process what you were seeing. 

You were the one actually about to be sick. 

“Decided to try something new,” Wooyoung smirked, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you. 

You simply stared at him dumbfounded, glad he was too busy stealing the drink from your hands to notice your mouth wide open.  

Jung Wooyoung just showed up to the party with the bottom part and the front strands of his hair dyed blonde and you weren´t sure what kind of look that even was but you felt like it genuinely changed your whole life. You were pretty sure you got goosebumps when you first looked at him, lucky you were sitting down with the way your legs got weak. 

“What do you think about it?” He asked you after he was content with finishing what was left in your cup. 

“I hate it.” 

Well, you weren´t lying. Your nails were literally digging into the palm of your hands to try and get your head back in place - The new look made his skin look tanner, the mole under his eye darker, the shape of his nose - 

 The way he pushed his hair back, blonde strands surrounding his face - 

No, nop. 

No. 

“Since I know you´re joking, I´m gonna go say hi to Hongjoong and grab us more drinks so we can get this party started.” 

You let him go with absolutely no fight, eyes wide and glued to his form until he was out of your sight as Seonghwa led him to where the birthday boy was supposed to be. 

“Are you ok?” Mingi asked, noticing the crazy look on your face. 

“I need Wooyoung to fuck me.” 

Your brain definitely was short-circuiting. 

“Oh. Wow. Ok.” 

“I´m being serious. And I´m not happy about it.” 

“Hasn´t he been offering for like weeks now?” 

“Yeah.” 

“So just go and tell him.” 

“That´s not how it works.” 

“Oh my god, why do you have to be so complicated?” 

“I need him to offer again so I can say no, then when he insists, I will give in and pretend I´m kind of thorn about it.” 

“And why is that?” 

“So he doesn´t know he won! And I don´t like being vulnerable or whatever.” 

“I know we said you need some dick, but maybe you just need some therapy.” 

“Yeah, that too, but what I really need right now is your help.” 

“Sure,” Mingi shrugged. That´s what you liked about him, things were simple with him. 

“I need him to think I´m horny.” 

“You are horny.” 

“Yeah, but I need him to see it so he will joke about helping me out again.” 

“And how are you going to do that?” 

“Well, I could stand here with a bitch face all night, but it´s Joong´s birthday so I don´t really want to be like that. I don´t really have any other ideas-” 

“Touch me.” 

“What?” 

“Like, be touchy with me.” 

“Oh, that could work.” 

“That will definitely work.” 

“You´re good,” You complimented. 

“You should come to me for help more often.” 

“Don´t push it.” 

“Fine.” 

“You´re invested, huh?” 

“Move closer,” He ordered and you obeyed, sitting sideways on the couch so you were turned towards him, left knee touching his thigh. “Lean forward and put your hand on my thigh.” 

Despite your body´s discontent, you did as told. 

“And don´t flinch when I touch you,” He warned.  

“I feel like a spy,” You joked. 

“All this because you can´t tell a guy you want to fuck,” He rolled his eyes. 

“C´mon, pretend you´re not enjoying this, I dare you.” 

“Touché.” 

When your friends came back with more people tagging along, the first thing you noticed was the way Wooyoung´s gaze traveled immediately to your hand on Mingi´s thighs.  

Ok, yeah, this could definitely work. 

“Here, princess,” He handed you your drink, which you grabbed with your free hand.  

“Thanks Wooyo,” You smiled at the man before turning your attention back to Mingi, not missing the way your friend squeezed his eyes at you.  

Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t say anything about it, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch as a circle naturally formed in the living room so everyone could play something, and the first choice was the 007 game. You went along with the plan, hitting Mingi´s thigh instead of your own, touching his arm when you had to laugh, not going stiff when his hand met the skin almost at the hem of your skirt. 

You know what? Mingi was actually really hot too, if this night didn´t end how you expected it to, you were so horny you were just about considering asking him to fuck you.  

Whenever you looked in Wooyoung´s direction, you could practically see the engines turning in his head. It was just a matter of time now and you were already feeling shaky with excitement, which you weren´t exactly thrilled about – But then you looked at him again with that stupid hair and that stupid nose and that stupid half-unbuttoned shirt and decided that to hell with your morals and ethics. 

Mingi apparently decided his role in the ploy wasn´t enough for him, since after an hour or so passed by and people started standing up to go after more drinks or socialize with other people, he waited for Wooyoung to approach before asking loud and clear, “So, any luck with the getting some dick thing?” 

You were not exactly a good actress but you did know how to flirt, so not really knowing how else to react to the sudden improvisation, you smiled at him, “Why? Know someone interested?” 

“Yeah, nice to meet you. I´m Song Mingi,” He half-joked, hand still heavy on your thigh. “Oh, Wooyoung. You´re here, didn´t see you there.” 

He was good, you had to give him that. 

“I can see why,” Wooyoung answered, eyes pointing at the contact between you two.  

“Jealous?” Mingi asked his friend, his tone was humorous, but you could see the challenge in his eyes. Even though he was just playing, he couldn´t help being an egotistical Leo. 

“I wouldn´t say jealous is the right word.” 

“Did you know Y/N invited Mingyu over?” Mingi laughed. 

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dancing with amusement.  

“I already uninvited him, asshole.” 

“Is that why you´re all touchy today?”  Mingi asked. Ok, you would have to buy him some ice cream after the phenomenal performance he was delivering. “Thought you would convince her to fuck someone, Woo.” 

“Believe me, I tried,” He shrugged. 

“Can we quit talking about me like I´m not here? Also, I´m not an animal in heat, stop being weird.” 

Well, weren´t you?  

Really? 

“You sure seem like it,” Wooyoung completed. 

“You look hornier than me, Wooyoung.” 

“I´m not denying it,” He stated matter-of-factly. 

“Oh shit, I forgot my phone with Yunho,” Mingi cursed, suddenly petting his pockets. He was so convincing you almost forgot he was helping you out. “Shit, shit, shit. I´ll be back later.” 

With that he stood up and quickly marched out of the living room, Wooyoung lazily taking his place next to you on the couch. 

“Were you really about to let Mingi fuck you?” 

“Maybe?” You answer, and well, that wasn´t a lie either. 

“Ouch, that kind of hurts my ego.” 

“Mingi and I are just friends, now you and I are best friends. There´s a huge difference there.” 

“So, you´re saying you´d fuck me if we weren´t best friends?” He joked. “Wow, thank you. I´m shy now. No need for all these compliments.” 

You rolled your eyes, not sure what to say that would lead you towards what you wanted, choosing to just be normal and hope the night would eventually get you there. 

“Why did you cancel on Mingyu?” 

“Didn´t think he would throw me around today.” 

“Someone´s getting bold.” 

“Shut up.” 

“I actually like frustrated Y/N, it´s hot.” 

“Then stop bothering me to fuck someone and let me be frustrated in peace.” 

“Well, that seems nice but I´m sure you´d look much hotter getting the frustration out.” 

“Are we back to the “you imagining someone fucking me” thing?” 

“I could correct you once again saying that I´m not imagining someone else, but since you´ve made it pretty clear that you´re not interested, I´m not going to.” 

That was it, that was your moment. 

“And what if I tell you maybe I am?” 

He stopped to give you a knowing cocky smirk that made you immediately regret raising the white flag, “I know.” 

“What? Ho- No -” 

“Y/N, you wouldn´t stop staring at me like you wanted me to destroy you in front of everyone while Mingi literally had his hand on you.” 

“That´s not -” 

“Do I have to pretend I think you were squirming because of him and not me? I can play dumb if you´d like. I can even go call him back if you tell me you weren´t wishing it was my hand almost getting under your skirt instead of his. So, are you going to give in now or are we going to keep playing this game?” 

“Wooyoung-” 

“We´re best friends, I know. But I don´t see how you avoiding me because you get wet every time I´m around is doing our friendship any favors either.” 

Ok, he did make a pretty good case even though you were already convinced like an hour ago. 

“You´re right.” 

“I know.” 

“So?” 

“I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s.” 

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded – also not liking how the tables have turned one bit. Wooyoung in turn laughed and sent you another playful wink, “Trust me, you won´t want anyone around.” 

“It took a lot from me to come to terms with this, so we´re either doing it tonight or we´re not doing it.” 

“Oh, princess,” He gave you a condescending look that got you wanting to rip his hair out. “I find that hard to believe, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.” 

“Wooyoung-” 

“Y/n,” His voice was calm, hand finding its place on your thigh where Mingi´s was earlier, except this time the touch burned and got you fighting for your life not to squirm. “I said I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s, not that I´m not fucking you.” 

“Then let´s go.” 

“Now, that would be rude, wouldn´t it?” 

“Why are being like this?” You whined, about a second away from actually hitting the cockiness out of him.  

“You have this needy look in your eyes, like you´re ready to drop down and beg at any moment,” He smiled, his free hand gently tucking your hair behind your ear like he wasn´t talking about you on your knees. “It´s cute.” 

“You know what will be cute? When I ask Mingi to fuck me instead.” 

“If you can go to Hongjoong, in front of everyone, and tell him that we need to leave his birthday party right now because you can´t wait for me to fuck you, I´m good to go.” 

“Have you always been this annoying?” 

“Only when I know you´ll like it.” 

“You know you were the one asking to fuck me for weeks, right?” 

“I know.” 

“You just know everything, don´t you?” 

“See? You´re hot when you´re frustrated.” 

“You think I´m sexually frustrated but now I´m actually just mad at you.” He simply smiled at you in return, and you rolled your eyes once you realized where you had dug your grave, “I forgot you have a degradation kink or whatever. Can´t even be angry at you in peace anymore.” 

“If you´re really mad at me, we should fix that. I wouldn´t want my best friend to be angry at me.” 

“I don´t think it´s possible to fix it considering being annoying it´s like your whole personality. Point proven.” 

“Come say that closer,” He winked playfully, and you seriously would cringe at the number of times that man has winked at you if he wasn´t Wooyoung.  

Ok, coming completely clean: You were also kind of annoyed at the way you were definitely getting wet at the banter between the two of you, like teasing each other wasn´t what your whole friendship has been about for years. 

It also helped that Wooyoung´s hand was still on your thigh, veins sticking out and fingers filled with rings that you just couldn´t stop picturing against the skin on your neck.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

It took a second to decide if you would actually listen to that one braincell fighting for its life inside your head or not, but in the end, you decided against it, quickly standing up so you could sit on Wooyoung´s lap and take him by surprise as you straddled his thighs, one of your knees on each side of legs.  

Yeah, there was definitely something pulsing in between your legs. Fucking hell. 

You moved too quicky for Wooyoung to process what was going on, so it really was amusing the way he violently jerked once you moved your head closer, lips almost brushing his ears as you whispered, “What do you want me to say?” 

For a second you had almost forgotten it was Jung Wooyoung under you, but he was fast to remind you as one of his hands found its place on the side of your thigh and the other grabbed onto your waist, where his thumb brushed gentle circles against your exposed skin. He took advantage of the fact you were already bent down to say against your ear this time, “You never told me.” 

“What?” You asked, creating some distance between you so you could look at the smirk on his face and because you didn´t quite like the way you got weak when you felt his breath against your skin so closely. 

“The other day, we made a deal. You said you would tell me what you imagined me doing to you if I told you first, but you ran away after I completed my part. You owe me.” 

Under regular circumstances you would have stood up and left right then and there, but the way his palms met the front part of your thighs and started rubbing them up and down, a bit higher each time, got you wanting to play his game to see where it would end. 

“You´re right. That day was the first time I ever thought about you sexually, and you know what triggered it?” 

“What?” He smiled at the way goosebumps erupted all over your skin under his touches. 

“Your nose.” 

“So you like my nose?” 

“And your lips, but mostly your nose.” 

"And what about my lips and nose?" 

"Was just thinking about how good they'd feel under me," You look into his eyes, centimeters away from yours, thankful that Hongjoong had deemed the lights at some point of the night and now Wooyoung's face was illuminated only by a pink hue, coming from a fake sunset light your friend had bought on AliExpress. 

"That's good, ‘cause I've never wanted someone to sit on my face so bad before." 

“Careful,” You warned, inching your face closer to his, toying with the buttons on his shirt as your lips were almost brushing. “We still need to go back to being friends after we fuck and get this off our systems.” 

"I’m sure we can manage," He smiled, inching closer himself so now your lips were indeed touching as he continued speaking. "I'm a good friend after all." 

"Kiss me then, I dare you," You breathed out, shooting your last shot. 

He laughed at that, "You know I never back down from a challenge." 

But well, it worked. 

Wooyoung made his words true, grabbing onto your waist with a firmness that you didn't know he had to pull you closer. With your chests now glued, his lips finally pressed against yours and you hated yourself for not being disappointed. You so wanted the man to be all bark and no bite, but the moment his tongue met yours you understood why that girl wouldn't leave him alone. You had indeed kissed many people before, but it had never felt like this - and also, you were right, his plush lips were definitely something to obsess over. 

What didn't surprise you at all, was that like in everything else, Wooyoung was a tease. In some moments when you would deepen the kiss, he would pull back a bit and bite on your bottom lip just to laugh when you groaned in annoyance. When he felt you were getting frustrated at his little games, he would grab onto your hips and grind them against his – which well, definitely got your mind to stop thinking about how insufferable he was. Good thing you knew how to play too, hands finding the roots of his hair to pull harshly on it, almost passing out at the whine he let out.  

"I love that you're wearing a skirt," He groaned out. 

"Why is that?" You were so breathless you almost got embarrassed. 

"I can feel how wet you are." 

Fuck. 

"You must be imagining things." 

"Oh, am I?" The cunning smile he gave you along with those words should have prepared you. 

It really shouldn't have surprised you when one of his hands left your ass and snaked its way in between your bodies. You leaned back a little to try and understand what was happening, giving Wooyoung all the access he needed to get his hand under your skirt and press the pad of his middle finger right on your clit over your panties. 

"Told ya," He smirked in content at the way you gasped involuntarily.  

"Wooyoung-" 

"What? Weren't you the one who couldn't wait?" He teased, rubbing slow circles with his finger. "If you're already soaked like this, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I just pushed your panties to the side-" 

"No-" You whined, thorn between just letting him do whatever he wanted or stopping him - since you were very much in the middle of your friend's living room and there were people around. 

"Getting shy now?"  

“Wooyoung.” 

“That´s my name,” You could see in his eyes how much fun he was having teasing you. 

“You want me to stop teasing or stop touching you?” He mocked with a smile on his face, finger still working on you as you fought with all your life to not squirm on his lap. 

“You know what? If you want everyone to see, I can put on a show,” You sighed, accepting defeat. 

You expected Wooyoung to smirk once again but was instead surprised when he stopped and retreated his hand, adjusting your skirt back in place. Your heart dropped at the sight, searching for answers in his eyes, but they were busy looking somewhere else: Mingi had gotten back. You could see the way the tall man was frozen at the entrance, eyes wide and hand once again stuck in the air – this time holding his phone proudly. 

You sent a glare at the intruder (as if there were not at least 10 other people in the room). The moment Mingi´s eyes caught yours, he jumped as if he had just woken up from a nap and he tried mouthing something like “sorry” and “oh shit” so you just rolled your eyes and motioned with your hand for him to move along, preferably far away. He seemed to get the message, almost tripping with how fast he spun on his heels and left.  

“What? Weren´t you the one who wanted everyone to know?” You asked Wooyoung, tone pointy as you climbed off his lap. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. THIS WAS JUNG WOOYOUNG. 

YOUR BEST FRIEND JUNG WOOYOUNG. 

THE GUY WHO MADE YOU DRESS LIKE A CHEERLEADER TO GO TO HIS COLLEGE SOCCER GAMES AND CHEER FOR HIM, THE GUY WHO BURPED AND LAUGHED AT HIS OWN DISGUSTINESS, THE GUY WHO DID A CRISTIANO RONALDO IMPRESSION EVERYTIME HE WON SOMETHING, THE GUY YOU HAD TO ONCE RESCUE FROM A PIG FARM AFTER DRINKING WAY TOO MUCH! 

“Yeah, but I guess my protective best friend side spoke louder,” He sighed too, fixing his pants. “Don´t be mad.” 

“I´m not mad.” 

“Yes, you are.” 

“Yes, I´m mad. Ok? Cause now the magic is over or whatever and I realized you´re my best friend and we can´t fuck.” 

He turned around on the couch to be able to look into your eyes, his searching. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he simply closed his eyes, sighed once again and stood up, offering his hand, “C´mon. Let me take you home.” 

★

“So, Mingyu huh?” Wooyoung asked, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear.  

“Don´t do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Ask about another man and pretend everything´s normal.” 

“Well, I guessed that now that we can´t fuck we can go back to being normal best friends.” 

You locked your jaw and crossed your arms. You were angry and you didn´t even know what for – But you expected Wooyoung to fix it, nonetheless. 

“Use your words.” 

“No.” 

“Ok, then. Silent ride it is.” 

You huffed; aware you were acting like a spoiled child, but you were just angry at the mess inside your head and that your friend was not able to read your mind and untangle everything so it made sense. Maybe you really were just spoiled and angry you didn´t get what you wanted when you wanted. 

“Oh. I get it now.” 

“What?” Wooyoung asked, eyes moving from the road for a second to look at you. 

“When you call me a brat. I get it now.” 

“I was searching my brain for plausible reasons for you to be all sulky, for you to admit you were mad just because I didn´t fuck you at the party?” 

“Yeah? Not just that, but you know I don´t like when things don´t go my way, I just wanted everything to happen fast so I wouldn´t have time to think about it but then when I thought about it, I felt bad because I still wanted it to happen but I know it shouldn´t.” 

“Y/N, it´s sex.” 

“Don´t make me sound stupid.” 

“I´m not, you´re just really overthinking this.” 

“Yeah, that´s the whole point. And it´s all your fault, so you see why I´m mad now?” 

“Yes. I´m the worst.” 

“You are.” 

“Not when I fuck you, thought.” 

“The moment has passed, Wooyoung. The train has left the station. Deal with it.” 

“If you say so. Are you opening the garage, or should I park outside?” 

“I didn´t bring the tag – Wait, are you going up?” 

“Street it is then.” 

“Answer me, stupid.” 

“Yes, I´m going up.” 

“What for?” 

“You said it yourself, if we´re best friends and nothing more is ever happening, there should be no problem with me sleeping over, right? We´ve done it thousands of times.” 

“Yeah,” You squeezed your eyes at him. You knew what game he was playing, trying to prove you wrong – But you were also convinced you were more stubborn than him and that you would instead prove him wrong. 

“Slumber party, fun!” He exclaimed, taking the key out and tapping your thigh before leaving his car.

 ★

“Since this was kind of last minute,” You heard Wooyoung´s voice approaching your room, “I didn´t really bring any clothes.” 

And there he was, next to your bed in nothing but a towel around his hips, long messy hair slightly dripping down his torso and toothbrush in his mouth, looking all casual like you both knew he wasn´t doing this on purpose.  

The fact that it was working only made you even more annoyed. 

“You know where the drawer with your stuff is,” You groaned, pretending to look at your nails. 

He looked way too smug as he turned to your closet, opening said drawer to pull out some sweatpants. You kind of expected (or is it hoped the right word?) that he would just unknot the towel and expose himself to try and seduce you, but he behaved and simply pulled the pants under the fabric before unwrapping it.  

“Have you not heard about underwear?” 

“Have you not heard that it´s healthier to sleep without it? You should hang out with me more, I can teach you a lot.” 

“Yeah, I already see you enough, thanks.” 

“Come dry my hair.” 

“I think you´re perfectly capable of doing that yourself.” 

“Yeah, but I like when you do it.” 

You rolled your eyes and groaned, pushing the blanket out of you, “Fine.” 

Wooyoung walked to the bathroom in front of you, surely having planned the way his back and arms looked from behind. You had seen him without a shirt hundreds of times already, why did you feel like you wanted to jump him now?!!?!?!?  You figured you were over it after coming back to your senses but oh boy, were you wrong. 

“Has San been dragging you to the gym?” You asked as he bent over to get the hair dryer from the bottom drawer. You figured making small talk and acting normally would keep your brain busy. 

“Yeah. And you would know that if you opened the hundreds of snaps I send you every day.” 

“I´m not 14, Wooyoung. Snapchat died in 2015, sorry to inform you,” You joked as you plugged the dryer he handed you. “Give me the towel.” 

He did as told, sitting down on your toilet as you started drying the water excess from his hair. Doing your best so no part of your arm or leg would accidentally touch his skin since you could feel the heat emanating from it. 

That was no way of living. 

Once the towel was completely damp, you tossed it on the floor and grabbed a brush, ignoring how he closed his eyes in appreciation at the touch. You fucking hated him and the way your heart was beating fast for absolutely no reason.  

Now untangled, you reached over to get the hair dryer once again but were stopped with a soft touch to the side of your leg. 

You looked down at the man expecting an answer and he simply gave you a lazy smile, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you in between his legs, “Come here. Let me look at you while you do it.” 

Well, you let him pull you along because there was nothing really sexual about it, Wooyoung was just a touchy person and he looked like he was about to fall asleep anyways.  

You turned on the dryer and used your fingers to move his hair around so the heat would get to his roots, feeling the skin of your face heat up at the way he hummed in content. Wooyoung had a lot of hair, and not just that, but he had a lot of thick hair, so you were already aware you would spend a long time in there, appreciating the silence and the fact he was pretty much out of it so you could let your guard down. 

WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY you jumped in surprise when both of his hands found their way to the side of your thighs, just very softly rubbing them up and down as you dried his strands, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the delicate touch.  

Once again, just sleepy touchy Wooyoung. 

Nothing new, nothing to fuss over. 

Except YOU WERE FUSSING OVER IT BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU FELT A PULSE WHERE YOU DIDN´T WANT TO FEEL A PULSE. 

This whole situation was just so domestic and nice that it scratched a very specific part of your brain that got you wanting to live in that moment forever – except maybe not with your best FRIEND. 

“I like when you touch me,” His raw voice came out softly. “You don´t do it a lot, so I have to enjoy every chance I get.” 

You didn´t have an answer to that, the only thing you could think to say was “stop” but how could he stop when he wasn´t even doing anything to begin with? This time it was not his fault that your mind was in the gutter. 

“You have enough people touching you already,” You managed to string a few words. 

“Yeah, but it feels nicer when it´s you,” He opened his eyes, you could see the sincerity in them and you felt bad that you kind of just wanted to punch him and run away. 

You were also surprised by the sudden unexpected eye contact, which explains why you accidentally pulled one of his strands a bit harshly. WHAT WASN´T EXPLAINED THOUGH, WAS THE LOW MOAN HE LET OUT AND THE WAY HIS EYES CLOSED AS HIS MOUTH PARTED. OR THE WAY YOURS HUNG OPEN TOO AT THE SOUND OR THE WAY YOU COULDN´T STOP STARING AT THE STUPID MOLE ON HIS LIP. 

It was a moment of insanity, a few seconds when your soul was out of your body; when you tentatively pulled on his hair again, feeling his nails digging into the skin of your thighs and his breathing getting heavier, yours matching. 

“If you really don´t want us to fuck then you´re just being cruel right now,” He breathed out, eyes still closed as his forehead met your abdomen.  

“I don´t?” 

“Is that a question?” 

“No. I don´t. I think your hair is dry.” 

“It´s definitely not,” He argued, raising his head once again. “C´mon, finish it. No funny business, I promise.” 

You wanted to tell him it´s not him you were worried about, it’s the way your own body was betraying you that bothered you, but you took a deep breath and continued with the work, doing your best to ignore his eyes on you or how his hands were once again toying with your thighs or how his thighs were touching your legs or how he was centimeters away from you. 

Yeah, a lot of things to ignore. 

Was your bathroom always this small? 

“You smell nice.” 

“I shower once in a while,” You agreed. “And you said no funny business.” 

“I´m complimenting you, how is that sexual?” 

“It´s not,” You agreed. 

He smirked at you because he too was well aware of the tension, if the way his sweatpants were suddenly tight were anything to go by. Thankfully he didn´t answer because you don´t think you could continue to ignore it if he mentioned he was getting hard just by you drying his hair. 

Eventually, after what felt like days, you finally turned off the dryer and prayed he would agree to your suggestion, “You´re done. Wanna sleep?” 

“Nop, this is a slumber party.” 

“What? You want to have a pillow fight now or do facemasks and gossip?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Although the first option sounds fun, I was thinking we can watch something until we fall asleep.” 

Watch something. 

Until you fell asleep. 

In your bed. 

Sure, what could go wrong? 

“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asked amusedly. 

“Building a barrier between our sides of the bed.” 

He laughed loudly at that, crawling into the bed too and taking the pillows from where you were organizing them, “Wooyoung!” 

“Shut up, you enjoyed cuddling once and you will enjoy it again.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“What? Afraid you won´t be able to resist me? I thought we were just friends,” He teased. 

“Very funny-“ 

“Because if you´re interested we can just skip the foreplay and go straight to –“ 

“What do you want to watch?” 

You ignored his low chuckle, giving up on fighting for the pillows and getting comfortable on your bed so you could turn on the TV. 

“Community?” 

“Great,” You agreed between gritted teeth, opening the Netflix app and putting on the show from where you two had stopped it as Wooyoung fluffed the pillows behind his back next to you.  

This time he didn´t even ask before pulling you in between his legs, your back against his chest. You didn´t even fight it because honestly, what for? You simply groaned as you felt him searching for the light switch on the wall over your bed.  

“Don´t pretend you don´t enjoy it, I´ve got you all figured out now.” 

“Yeah yeah, believe what you want to.” 

“Shut up, I´m trying to watch the show.” 

You huffed, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms all at the same time. You knew it wasn´t at him you were annoyed – although he was sure making a great job at feeding into it.  

You also immediately regretted wearing shorts as the palms of his hands splayed over your thighs.  

“It´s too hot,” You complained, hoping he would let you go. 

Wooyoung simply stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the AC remote, turning it on before tossing it away and returning his palm to your thigh. His silence told you he was focused on the show and you truly wish you could say the same about yourself, but instead, your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you like it was a car wreck, not being able to look away no matter how much your brain ordered you to. Your knees were bent, your thighs almost touching your chest, so his hands were just right there in your line of sight, all veiny and calloused.  

The harder you tried to stir your mind away and pay attention to the TV, the more your brain looked like a Wattpad fanfic written by a 40-year-old who just got divorced and discovered sex wasn't just missionary. The conversation you had with Wooyoung about how the girls he fucked became literally obsessed with him kept flashing into your head and you were legitimately about to bite onto your fist and scream for 7 whole minutes.   

Your mental breakdown however was interrupted by the man behind you, who with no words started tracing his fingers – seemingly – unpresumptuously over your skin. You ignored it because you had no energy to fight it and as long as it stayed PG-rated it would be fine.  

The soft touches plus the very cold wind from the AC hitting you got goosebumps to erupt up your skin and you just felt how your nipples were suddenly sensitive against the fabric of your shirt and Wooyoung´s hand were just there, mere centimeters away and oh, you so desperately wanted him to touch them. In fact, you wanted it so badly you were fighting for your life to keep the uncomfortable squirming to a minimum.  

Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t notice it – deep down you knew he was just pretending not to for your sake, but if he could, so would you.  

“Who do you think is hotter, Annie or Britta?” His voice suddenly, almost against your ear, shocked you. “Oh, jumpy, are we?” 

“Shut up, I was just startled.” 

“So?” 

“Britta.” 

“Same.” 

He went quiet once again, except now, when you thought his mind was once again focused on the show, his hands started getting braver. They escalated from just his fingers drawing shapes on the patch above your knees to suddenly coming down to the sensitive skin between your thighs. You jerked involuntarily even though he only traced his fingers about halfway down your legs. Wooyoung once again pretended to not notice your reaction and you pretended to not notice he was touching you.  

His fingers gently brushing the sides of your thighs all the way to your knees before you could feel the tip of his middle finger slowly grazing your skin down the inside of your thighs, lower and lower each time he came down. At this point your heart was beating so fast it was almost coming out of your throat, your breathing labored and sweat building up on your forehead even though the room was freezing cold.  

“She´s kind of annoying, though.” 

“Who?” You breathed out, honestly not even knowing your name anymore. 

“Britta.” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

Silence once again.  

Attention back to the show. 

You had to control your whine of disappointment when he retreated his hands.  

Ok, you took the chance to breathe, count to 10 and give yourself a pep talk. You could do this. You would not fuck your best friend. If not because of your morals and because of your friendship, because fucking him would mean he won, and you would never give Wooyoung the satisfaction. 

Ok, you could do this. 

You could definitely do this. 

Wooyoung gently gathered your hair and pushed it over your right shoulder, the familiar goosebumps showing up once again at the way the tip of his fingers brushed against the skin of your neck.  

Yeah, you could not do this.  

The sound that came out of your mouth when his wet lips met the juncture between your neck and shoulder could only be described as a pinscher finding out it could bark. You were in fact shaking as much as those annoying tiny dogs are known for. 

You froze, not being able to react when you felt him sucking on your skin or when his tongue tried to soothe the pain his teeth left behind. Your core was clenching so hard it hurt. 

“Wooyoung,” Your voice came out as half plead half warning.  

“Hm?” He hummed against a different spot on your neck, and it made it a thousand times worse.  

 “We shouldn´t-” 

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” 

Except you couldn´t. Not when he found your sweet spot and grazed his teeth against it before gently sucking on it. This time you allowed yourself to squirm and you felt it at the same time you heard it; Wooyoung groaned as you accidentally pressed against him and figured out you were not the only one going insane. His dick was hard and now very much pulsing against your ass and lower back.  

Both of you realized you never told him to stop and you were fighting so hard to gain control of your body back as he kissed the vein on your neck - but it was all lost when his hands snaked around your torso and grabbed your boobs. You whimpered, shamefully, squeezing your legs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing.  

His kisses grew harsher, as he sucked one spot hard enough to leave a mark, the pad of his middle fingers toyed with your nipples and you simply couldn't pretend you didn´t want this to happen anymore, not with the way you could literally start dripping onto your bed any moment now.  

A gasp left your lips when his right hand grabbed onto your thigh and pulled your legs open. You felt his dick twitching when he saw the wet patch in the middle of your shorts. 

“Oh, princess,” He sighed, pressing against the stain in pure admiration. 

“Wooyoung-” 

“Tell me to stop.” 

He gave you no time to consider his words, pulling the bottom of your shorts and panties to the side and rubbing his middle finger down your slit to wet it. You carved your nails onto his thighs in return, doing your best to stay grounded. It didn´t even take a minute for you to understand why the prior girls who slept with Wooyoung became obsessed with him, you weren´t really doing anything yet and the second the pad of his finger found your clit while his other hand gently pressed down onto your lower stomach everything became even clearer. You threw your head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he rubbed figure eights against your clit. 

Yeah, you agreed to pretend nothing happened starting tomorrow, but you figured you would never be able to forget the sound of your best friend´s deep moan against your ear when he felt you around his finger for the first time. 

“Glad to see I´m not the only one going crazy,” He groaned against your ear - and when did his voice get so raspy? 

You whined once again, not really knowing what else to do when you were practically on the edge from a minute or two of stimulation. 

“Tell me to stop.” 

“Wooyoung-” 

“I love when you say my name.” 

Were you about to cry? 

At this point, you just wanted him to ignore you and throw you around and do whatever he wanted, but you knew he wouldn´t until you said so, and you were definitely not doing that. Although with every second that passed with his finger on you, that definitely was turning more into a probably.  

“I never told you.” 

“Wha- What?” 

“From all the ways I imagined this happening, I never told you my favorite.” 

“What is it?” 

“It´s the one where we´re in a sleepover and you´re so desperate that you can´t even go to the bathroom, so you just very quietly put your hands inside your shorts and touch yourself right next to me thinking that I´m asleep. And I pretend I am, but I can hear the small whimpers you try to hold back, I can feel the slight shake of the bed and I can hear how wet you are so clearly. Sometimes, I even imagine you would decide to use me, not even try to wake me up, just sit on my face and ride it until I pretend to wake up and finally eat you out until you´re crying and shaking.” 

When you literally had to hold yourself back from finishing at his words, you grabbed his hand and turned around on your knees, smashing your lips with no fanciness against his. He was quick to grab your ass and direct you to sit on top of his legs, your thighs on either side of his in the familiar position as your tongues met and you pulled the hairs on the back of his neck with all the frustration you had inside you. 

“We´re not fucking,” You informed in between labored breaths. 

“We don´t have to fuck, I just need you to sit on my face.” 

You never whined so loudly in your life before. 

That was the one single thing you have been dreaming about hearing for weeks now and you were so happy you could practically cry, in fact, you almost came right there without even being touched. 

The link to Part 2 is at the top! <3

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Chosen Appa | Wooyoung

- Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Single-mom!Reader.

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- Warnings: single mum, hints at readers ex-husband being a cheater and an overall douchebag, best friends to lovers.

- Word Count: 1,205

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Walking back into her small living room, Y/N is met with silence. The babbling sounds of her 15-month-old baby girl, who usually keeps herself entertained with her toys in her play pen while Y/N does the housework, has gone quiet. Assuming her little one might have fallen asleep, she peeks into the playpen only to discover that her daughter is missing.  

Panic sets in as Y/N searches every corner of the apartment, trying to convince that her baby isn’t capable of climbing out on her own yet. Her eyes dart to the entrance, where she notices the stroller and the diaper bag are missing. Relief washes over her and is quickly replaced with annoyance as she picks up the phone and calls the only person brave and sneaky enough to kidnap her baby in broad daylight. 

He quickly answers but before he can start his yapping, Y/N yells at him. “Yah! Jung Wooyoung! You better bring my baby back right now.”  

“No,” he says defiantly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately with finding a new job, the divorce and your soon to be ex-husband being a total asshole. She’s coming with me to the studio while you have a few hours to yourself," he insists.  "Don’t worry; she’ll be safe and sound. You know everyone here loves her.” 

Y/N can almost hear the smirk in his voice, and it only fuels her irritation further. “You can’t just take her without asking me first! What if something happens? What if she gets scared?” 

“Y/N,” he interrupts, his voice firm yet gentle, “You know I won't let anything happen to her. I protect her as if she's my own." 

"Fine, but if you pull a stunt like this again, you'll never see her again," she warns her best friend. "You got that? I'll make Yeonjun her godfather. You’ll be no one to her." 

"You really trust Yeonjun with Hannie?" he asks, skeptically. 

"He wouldn't kidnap her without me knowing," she defends their mutual friend.  

Wooyoung chuckles on the other end of the call, the sound brings some comfort to her. “You know, I think you’re just jealous because I didn’t kidnap you for the day too. Stop with the housework and enjoy this time to yourself. Take a walk, go get some lunch, do a little shopping.”  

Y/N sighs, her shoulders slumping as she leans against the kitchen counter. The weight of her responsibilities presses down on her. Never did she think she would be jobless, almost divorced and a single mother. But four months ago, everything came crashing down. Her husband’s mistress turned up at their door, crying and pregnant. She left, losing her job in the process, and moved in with her mother who’s been helping support her and Hannie while she finds a new job so she can get an apartment. But finding a job was proving harder than she expected. She’s seriously considering the job her mum offered her at the small restaurant she owns. 

Y/N feels a twinge of guilt for wanting a moment to herself. “I know, but she’s my baby. I can’t help but worry.”  

“Worrying is part of being a mother, but you also need to take care of yourself,” Wooyoung replies, his voice softening.  

Y/N bites her lip, contemplating his words. He’s right, of course. The past few months have been a whirlwind of stress, and she hasn’t had a moment to breathe. “Okay, but I want updates and photos. Text me every hour, or I swear I’ll come down to that studio and take her back myself.” 

"I promise to send you plenty of pictures," he assures her. "Hannie, say see you later, eomma," he adds, moving the phone closer to Hannie.  

Hannie babbles into the phone until a clear word breaks through. "Appa!" 

Y/N’s eyes widen with shock. Hannie just said her first word. Her heart swells with a mix of pride and disbelief. “Did she just say ‘Appa’?” Y/N asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she’s afraid to break the special moment. 

"I've been trying to get her to say eomma," Wooyoung admits after putting his phone on speaker, disbelief and pride in his voice also. He quickly ends the call and calls her back on video call. 

She quickly answers and the first thing to pop up on her phone screen is her little girl, her bright eyes sparkling with innocence and joy as she looks past the phone at wooyoung. She’s always imagined the day her daughter would speak her first word, and now it was directed at someone else. Someone that wants nothing to do with her. The reality of her situation hits her like a wave, and she feels a lump form in her throat. 

“Appa,” Hannie keeps saying, her tiny voice filled with joy as she looks up at Wooyoung, her little hands reaching out wanting him to pick her up. "Look, Hannie, it's eomma," Wooyoung says, turning the phone to show Hannie her mother on the screen. For a brief moment, she captures the baby's attention, and Y/N can see the flicker of recognition in her daughter’s eyes. "Can you say eomma?" he playfully encourages, trying to elicit another word from his goddaughter.  

Hannie giggles, her focus shifting back to him, her laughter like music that fills the room. "Appa!" she exclaims again. 

"I think she's calling you Appa," Y/N says, the realization dawning on her. When she thinks about it, Wooyoung has present in Hannie's life more than her own father. Especially since Y/N and her ex-husband ended their relationship. Hannie's father hasn't had anything to do with her since. 

 "Me?" he asks surprised, turning the phone camera back to him. "Why would she call me Appa?" he questions not really thinking about it. 

"Maybe she sees me as a father figure," Y/N tries to convince herself, but deep down, she knows that Hannie is forming connections, and Wooyoung is a significant part of her life. 

"I mean, I’ve been around a lot since you and—" He stops himself, the mention of her ex-husband hanging in the air. 

Y/N swallows hard, the lump in her throat growing. "You have been," she admits, her voice growing softer as she thinks about it. "You’ve been a great, Wooyoung. I don’t know what I would do without you." 

He smiles, but it’s tinged with something more serious. "I just want to be there for both of you. You know that, right? You and Hannie mean the world to me." 

"And you mean the world to us," she replies with a warm smile, her heart swelling with affection. In that moment, she realizes that there could be something more between her, her daughter and her best friend. Wooyoung has stepped into a role that neither of them expected, but it feels right. 

"I don't think this is a conversation that should be spoken about over the phone," he says after a moment of silence. "I'll bring Hannie home now and we can talk more." 

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips and ends the call. She rushes around the room, picking up toys and putting away the play pen. anticipating Wooyoung and Hannie's return home. 

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Stay at home Dad | Wooyoung

Summary: wooyoung attempts at being a stay at home Dad and you come home to him and the kids asleep

Notes: woo with kids is my biggest weakness omg

Warnings: none

When you came home that evening it was eerily quiet. The lights were turned on in every room and the amount of items sprawled out everywhere was enough to fill a swimming pool. The kitchen was a mess full of baby bottle pieces and what was most likely your husband's half-eaten meal. You were surprised to say the least, searching the house for the culprit.

You hadn't expected to see your bedroom as the only dark area. Pushing open the cracked door, you entered the room, the only light being the ongoing video that played from your husband's phone. He laid beside it on the bed, eyes closed as he snored softly.

You inched forward, peering around the side of the crib that was next to the bed. The bassinet was empty aside from its normal sheets. Glancing up, you finally spotted the small form resting peacefully on your husband's chest. Both the baby and him continued to sleep peacefully as you cooed in adoration.

"My goodness," you laughed quietly, finding yourself in awe at the image. Despite the reminder that even the bedroom was in disarray, you found yourself fawning over the cute picture before you. You stepped forward carefully, avoiding the items on the floor, wanting to see the image up close.

Like father like son.

Wooyoung's hand was gently over top of your son's back, holding him in place on his own chest. The two looked identical with their mouths wide open as they slept away. They even had matching moles on their bottom lips that stuck out under the phone light.

A sudden movement on the other side of the bed caught your attention. You peeked over Wooyoung to find another body sleeping peacefully. The shape of your toddler underneath the blanket could now faintly be seen. You held back a giggle as you noticed her foot placed right up against the side of her father's face. It took all the power in you not to take a picture, afraid the flash of a camera would wake them. There wasn't enough lighting to be able to see every detail either, so you settled at quietly escaping the room.

You began to work in the kitchen, finding the mess to be a bit easier. The food had gone bad for sitting out too long and the bottles just needed to be tossed in the electric cleaner, a courtesy gift from your mother-in-law, and you'd be practically finished with one room already. Just as you had completed that task, ready to move onto the living room, you were greeted by a sleepy figure.

"Welcome home," Woo yawned out, smiling sleepily at you.

You smiled back. "You're up?"

"Yeah, a certain smell woke me." He scrunched his nose up at the memory of your daughter's foot in his face. "I put the baby back in the crib."

You shuffled through a few toys, tossing them into their separate bins, Wooyoung also sitting on the rug and helping. "I'm surprised you managed to get him to sleep, he's been very colicky."

He nodded softly, still a bit tired. "I rubbed at his belly for awhile and it seemed to help."

The two of you sat in silence after, organizing a handful of things and leaving some for the morning. It was late, you both were tired, and it wasn't going to be long before one of your two children would wake. In order to get a nice warm shower, you needed to be quick.

After some time you managed to clean most of the house into decent shape again. Wooyoung was apologizing profusely, mentioning several times how he wanted it to be clean when you got home. But the story of how your toddler was adamant that the house wasn't clean spoke for itself. He finally accepted fate and let her tire herself out, leaving the house in disarray.

You gathered some items to change into while Woo moved your daughter into her own room. Thankfully, she stayed asleep as you both tip-toed about. He allowed you an escape as you rushed to take that relaxing shower you dreamt about all day.

"Come here," Wooyoung called out to you when you left the bathroom all fresh and changed. He sat on your shared bed, arms out expectantly as his lips formed a sweet pout. "I've been craving your cuddles."

Your heart melted once more for him, caving in quickly as you jumped into his grasp. You snuggled close, head dipping down into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Me too, " you mumbled quietly. "I've been dying to hold you."

He hummed a soft tune, hands grazing down the back of your head. The tender movements started to feel familiar as the gentle strokes to your hair turned into pats on your back. You felt his body relax against the mattress, the song becoming quieter and quieter every second.

"I feel like our son," you murmured, trying not to laugh as your husband's pats became faint. "You're singing me to sleep."

Your words were spoken into the dark bedroom but with no response. Wooyoung had already fallen fast asleep again, the exhaust from the day draining all his energy. You were glad there was at least a bit of his affection saved for you before the night ended. Finally, you drifted off in your own peacefully sleeping state, heart swelling with happiness.

[prbywoo]

POLAROIDS YOU'VE TAKEN OF BOYFRIEND!WOOYOUNG

Jongho wooyoung mingi san yeosang yunho seonghwa hongjoong

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JUNG WOOYOUNG’S SUPERPOWER. ━━ JWY

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ excitedly grabbing each other's hands during a concert and jumping up and down together & good night kisses

requested by @jaehunnyy. ━━━━━ gn! reader x non idol! jung wooyoung , fluff , staring: only wooyoung & yn , tw: one (1) mention of anxiety , wc: 671 , notes: thank you for being my first request chippie and sorry that it took so long but i loved writing wooyoung and ur request !

[ listening to . . . ] coloring book by the regrettes

masterlist | credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOUR BEST FRIEND, JUNG WOOYOUNG, HAD A SUPERPOWER.

He had shown up at your home last minute with two concert tickets for his and your favorite band in his hand and basically dragged you to the venue no matter how much you scolded and nagged at him for his impulsivity. Still, as the venue filled up with more excited fans, you felt your heart racing.

And before any negative thoughts could ruin your night, he had cupped your hands in own, jumping up and down giddily as soon as the music started.

The smile on his beautiful face was almost blinding. You could barely hear his voice as he sung with the band wholeheartedly. You knew it would sound good to you anyway. Even if it wasn't the best, you knew it wouldn’t matter to you because he was Wooyoung.

It made you realize the sheer strength of his power.

Wooyoung’s superpower wasn’t anything like you saw in the media like teleportation, super speed, or telekinesis.

His superpower was greater than that. It made you feel comfortable no matter how deep you could talk yourself into anxiety. His superpower effortlessly lifted you up when life dragged you down.

AS THE TWO OF YOU off the bus and walked the familiar way home, ecstatic from the concert, you couldn’t help but replay the memories of the two of you dancing together.

The entire evening was a challenge to keep your eyes off the boy by your side, and it still proved difficult as you two set foot on the street heading towards home.

A strange feeling bubbled up in your belly as you spotted your home in the near distance; you realized your night with Wooyoung would have to end soon.

A part of you wanted to make an excuse just to keep him next to you. Just a little while longer. But after turning to him and seeing the yawn stretching across his face, you decided against it.

Both of you stopped in front of the familiar building and met each other's eyes.

You looked down at the floor, breaking the silence. “Thank you for taking me out tonight, Woo. I had a great time with you at the concert.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled warmly. “I’m glad you did. We should do it again soon. I really enjoy spending time with you.”

You echoed his words with a nod. “I really enjoy spending time with you too!”

He smiled at the fondness in your voice. It matched the emotions in his dark eyes. He pointed in the direction of the door with his head.

“It’s late. You should probably go in before it gets cold.” He didn’t want the moment to end, but he didn’t want you getting sick on his conscience either.

“You’re right, I guess.” You looked around as if you could see the air cooling, the strange feeling only getting stronger as you spoke. “Well, goodnight!”

He laughed again as you turned around, feeling the exact same need in the pit of his stomach. “Goodnight.”

You opened the gate but hadn’t even taken two steps in when you heard the call of your name again.

“Yn, wait!” Wooyoung called nervously after you, seeming to wait for you to come closer again.

His cheeks reddened when you met his eyes. “I, uh—”

He didn’t get to finish whatever he was trying to say as he felt two lips fall clumsily on his own interrupting him. You cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly.

His superpowers didn’t warn him of this moment— the moment Wooyoung had been dreaming for months about.

You two parted after a few seconds. But it felt like something entirely new bloomed between you when your lips connected under the streetlights, the moon and stars as your only witness.

One last shy smirk graces your pretty features before you turned around once more. Your giddy yet knowing voice reached his ears for the last time that night; to him, it sounded like a melody.

“Sweet dreams, Woo!”

networks. @cromernet

notes. i loved writing wooyoung so much i wanna do it more!! but its my first official stand alone ateez fic and i am so nervous so please leave feedback! also please let me know if i got the tag list right! also credits to lilo for the listening to part of the lay out check out her works!

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𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉

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BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) Chapter 1

Jung Wooyoung x neighbor! Oc (Yujin)

Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?

Genre: cafe!au, fluff

Warnings: nothing really, oc is pansexual, yeosang makes a joke about 'obsessive fangirls'.

Word Count: 1k

Note: the first chapter! Yay! Also NOT PROOFREAD yet.

The chapter's under the cut!

Yujin's POV

Caffeine can be addictive, it can cause insomnia too. And if a person consumes it almost daily, it can be hard to live without it.

How I wish my mother knew that. Because, if she did, I wouldn't have grown up with caffeine, and wouldn't drink it everyday. Wouldn't need to buy it from my local cafe nor would I be standing here. Outside the University students’ favorite cafe.

Refresh & Recharge Cafe

It was famous for being a comforting place, with students inside, studying and spending alone time, or hanging out with friends.

When I was in my hometown, there was a local cafe I really liked going to. It was calm, the owner even had a black cat which I loved.

But since I came to Seoul to study in KQ University, I keep missing both the coffee and the cat, her name was Nabi.

So now, as I stood in front of the Cafe, my heart was racing. I slowly stepped in and saw a small line, about 5 people, in front of the counter. I stood in the line.

I always heard all of my friends talking about their ‘barista’ crushes. Unfortunately, I never had one. Probably because an old couple ran the place. They were Nabi’s owners too. They normally worked there. So, I never really had a barista Crush.

Though, I loved seeing the couple. They treated me like their granddaughter. They were always so playful, romantic with each other.

Anyways, back to the present. There were just 2 more people in front of me.

“Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot of espresso.” I recited in my mind as another lady took her order and left the line.

There was another guy in front of me, blond hair. I couldn't see his face as he was wearing a mask.

“The regular.”

The guy in front of me muttered to the barista and the barista chuckled.

“When will you order something else, Sang?”

The barista, who's face I couldn't see yet as the guy in front of me was tall, spoke.

“Probably after you get a girlfriend” The guy muttered, grabbing his drink and leaving. The barista scoffed.

They probably knew each other, might be friends, might even be bro-SHIT. I forgot it's my turn.

I looked up at the barista, about to speak. But his looks stopped me. Beautiful eyes, sweet smile, a small mole under his eye. Kissable lips and a very boopable nose-

“Ma’am, can I get your order?”

The barista snapped his fingers.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

I straightened up and said, “oh, yes, sorry. Can I have a Caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso, please”

He smiled, cute, before replying, “it'll take about 3 minutes.”

I nodded, watching him prepare the drink. He then handed it to me. I muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before sitting down on a table.

So is this how it feels to have a barista crush? I mean, he's pretty attractive. But I don't know anything about him. Not even his name. So I don't think so.

I had a weird relationship with Love. The person I had a crush on in high school had a crush on another person. She even came to me asking for advice to confess to her crush. I was, shockingly, not sad.

And yeah, I did have a crush on a girl. I'm Pansexual. I came out to my parents in my last year of high school.

While my father said it was fully my choice who I like and that he didn't have any problem, my mother just said, and I quote, “You can love whoever you want, and you can marry whoever you want. Just maybe adopt a child if your lover or you can't carry one. That's also optional by the way”

So, I guess, I'm lucky to have parents like them. My older brother however, told me to be careful even if I date someone of the same danger. He said “gender doesn't matter, a psychopath isn't always a man, nor is it always a woman. It can be non-binary or gender fluid.”

I understood what he was trying to say but you gotta agree with me, that was weird wording.

I took a sip of my macchiato, looking out the glass wall. It was a calming early September afternoon. Although Seoul was a rather busy city, it was calming in this part of the city.

I kept browsing through my brain for a new story idea while watching the scenery and sipping coffee.

Nobody's POV

Finally, as his shift ended, Wooyoung went and sat down at the table his best friend was sitting at. Yeosang finally looked away from his laptop and up at Wooyoung.

“Done staring?”,He nagged.

Scoffing, Wooyoung replied, “I wasn't staring at you, stop dreaming”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “I wasn't talking about you staring at me, you dumbass. That girl. You were staring at her.” he gestured towards her in a way others won't understand.

“Me? Staring at who?”

“Gosh, you're so stupid. That girl. The one who was in line behind me, that one you have been staring at while making the coffees.” Yeosang sipped his own latte.

“I-I just thought she was pretty, okay? It's not a big deal…” Wooyoung drifted off.

“But dear Wooyo, don't you realize that your fangirls got very jealous of her? They were furious. I'm surprised they didn't actually try to do anything stupid.”, Yeosang teased.

“Come on! They aren't my fangirls, I'm not some typa celebrity. They just…like my coffee, I guess” Wooyoung explained, knowing really well that wasn't the truth.

“Yeah sure, it's the coffee.” Yeosang sarcastically claimed.

Wooyoung sighed, looking back at the girl one last time. because their cafe served very quickly and right in the line, they never took names. Which Wooyoung was regretting now.

“I wonder what's her name…” he thought while looking at her.

Suddenly, Yeosang made a camera gesture with his fingers and pretended to click a picture.

“Caught in 4k, motherfucker” he smirked and Wooyoung just facepalmed. He couldn't believe that this was his high school best friend. Or maybe he couldn't not believe it.

He looked out the window, taking in the calm atmosphere. Watching the trees carefully, he could tell that it was a windy afternoon. Thank God, he brought his jacket with him.

And there we have it! The first chapter of Brewing Love Next Door. This series was supposed to start way earlier but the drafts got deleted twice 😞 so I also changed up the story a little bit. This is just the beginning and we have a lot more to see! Have a great day!

And remember, a like, reblog or just a simple 'It was good' comment can make an author happy!

Love, Annie 💚

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JUNG WOOYOUNG FIC RECS

some of my favourite wooyoung fics!

As always if you have any recommendations please comment!

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Pirate King - with KHJ

Does your mother know?

Whichever Way + CS

Place in me

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oh god this was INTENSE~ i was so sad about the king but i understand that sometimes the plot needs sacrifices~

everything went so well i really have nothing to add it was such a pleasure to read!! i loved it i think i made that very clear

truly one of my favourite writers out here!! if u dont know them UR MISSING OUT this is art work truly

Win (Part 2)

wooyoung x princess/assassin!reader

royal au but wooyoung is from the enemy nation and you both are sort of undercover

genre and warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive/mild smut, violence warnings, mention of death and violence

word count: ~21k

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For the past two days, you had been eagerly (and anxiously) waiting for Jung Wooyoung.

You didn’t realise it at first- that you were consciously waiting for him, and not just because he had himself travelled to the north to meet the Colonel and see what he really was up to. He had left rather casually- not even bothering to exchange goodbyes, just opting to send a little note that said that you shouldn’t miss him too much while he was gone.

You had crumpled the letter and thrown it in the fire because of the very explicit sketch he’d made (to rile you up, just like he so loved to do) and then the anxiety crashed in- not just because he was gone and might bring back bad news, but because you had also received a very secret letter informing you that Prince Yunho of Eden was going to visit unofficially with his companions, all undercover in Wonderland, and that he’d prefer if you arranged the meeting and it stayed a secret from any Utopian.

You kind of wished Wooyoung had been with you when you met the Prince and his companions- the Prince’s father had been your father’s closest friend so naturally, the two of you were closer than anyone could ever expect. It was an additional bonus that it benefited both of your nations. 

“I see you’re still a little paranoid whenever you do something in secret,” Prince Yunho had commented when you’d finally settled in your chamber after entering the castle from the secret passage. 

“Some things never change,” you had scoffed at the ragged cloak he wore- you were positive he had only one of those for such secret missions- you’d never seen him in anything else. 

The two of you exchanged any information on Utopia’s movement- you had learned that Eden was also a victim of such infiltration from the Utopians. Yunho’s Right Hand, Mingi, also one of the best strategists you had ever met, had devised a plan for Eden to drive Utopians out and make them look like the enemy to the world. He asked you if you wanted him to think of something for Wonderland too.

“Don’t you think Yeosang should be doing the thinking?” You looked pointedly at your Right Hand who was suddenly too interested in how his nails looked.

“I bet he has a pretty detailed plan all etched in his head- he always does,” Mingi laughed.

“Actually, for the first time, no,” Yeosang finally looked at them, “because the Princess has decided she is taking the lead this time.”

It was Mingi’s turn to look pointedly at Yunho. Yunho chuckled. “What’s your plan?”

“You may have an army, Yunho,” you smirked, “but I have a pretty good actor by my side who belongs to two lands, and I have an assassin.”

“Don’t tell me-” Yunho began but stopped. “That’s insane. If Utopian blood is shed here, that would mean war.”

“Which is why Utopian blood should be shed in Utopia, don’t you think so?”

The way your eyes had glinted as you said that had made Yunho and Mingi shut up and ask no further- they knew how dangerous possessing information could be. But they looked impressed, and even Yeosang looked a little proud, and Yunho left, promising he would be visiting officially soon. You promised you’d prepare a feast.

When they were gone, you wished Wooyoung was with you- he would have gotten along with them instantly and he would have definitely provided valuable insight and different perspectives as half-Utopian himself. That was just one reason- the other being that you missed his presence.

Two days had passed since then, and when you found yourself on the balcony where you and Wooyoung had revealed your identities at the night of the masquerade, you realised you missed him for other reasons as well.

However, the last thing you expected was someone patting your shoulder- you turned, finding no one but then turned to your right, finding Wooyoung smiling cheekily. You had to blink a few times before you realised he was real.

“Did I startle you?” He frowned when you didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“No, I,” you laughed a bit. “I was just thinking about you. Welcome back- you could have told me in person that you were leaving.”

“Ah, so you missed me,” he scoffed, flicking his hair back haughtily and you rolled your eyes though you didn’t hide the smile plastering your face. “No wonder you’re here.”

“What?” You stared at him. “No wonder I’m here?”

“Isn’t this where we had a… moment,” Wooyoung looked around as if trying to recall.

“Maybe I had a hot moment with someone else here too, Wooyoung, ever thought about that?” You grinned as you stared into the distance, waiting to hear what he had to say. However, your grin faded when you felt a pair of hands on your lower waist and your breath hitched when you felt Wooyoung rest his chin on your shoulder, sort of enveloping you in a back hug.

“I don’t think you did,” he murmured in your ear- you subconsciously leaned into the feel of his lips caressing your ears. 

Wooyoung smirked at your reaction- you really had missed him. He didn’t draw away, his hands absently caressing your waist, the thin gown you wore making you feel more than you would have otherwise. He slowly, very slowly trailed his lips down the arch of your neck, peppering feathery kisses down- your hands went to hold his where he held your waist and you stifled a moan. 

“You like that?” He murmured into your skin, kissing the space between your shoulder and neck, leaning forward so he could kiss the hollow of your collarbone- but he didn’t stop there. He bit and sucked there and you gasped, your hold on his hands tightening and your body leaning even further back into him.

“Wooyoung-” you warned, but he couldn’t hear you. He continued until you moaned his name; to stop or fuel him- you didn’t know anymore, but you were sure you wanted more.

“What’s stopping you, Princess?” he almost sounded like he was mocking you, daring you to take the next step- but you knew how to play games too. You turned and grabbed his neck in a chokehold, stepping forward and making him draw back with surprise until he was flat against the wall. 

For a moment, he feared he really had taken the wrong step- until he realised the fire in your eyes was a different sort. You tilted your head with a smirk, your hold on his neck loosening until you could caress it sultrily.

“You seem to have a thing for necks,” you commented and he scoffed. “Mine, especially.”

“I have a thing for you,” he retorted. “The neck is only a medium.”

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head before you stepped forward until your bodies touched. He watched you gaze right where he had marked you, and watched you lean right into the spot, kissing the hollow of his collarbone. He groaned deeply and you smirked.

“You like that?” You murmured against him- his groans were turning you on. You continued to kiss and bite him up his neck until you reached his jaw, his hands fisting but the devilish smirk still plastered on his face.

It was when you pressed a lingering kiss on the curve of his jaw and brushed your nose against his adam’s apple that he finally gave up and cupped your face, drawing it away from his neck so he could look you in the eyes before he smacked his lips on you with a force that had you almost stumbling back. You returned with a moan that his kiss swallowed and equal urgency, your hands raising to hold his neck and shoulders for support as he turned in the middle of the kiss and had you back by the very wall you had almost choked him on. 

He drew back only for a moment, breathing harshly as his dark gaze made your stomach swoop dangerously. “I’ve waited too long.”

You nodded, rising on your tiptoes again as you kissed him, this time deeper, your mouths opening and tongues colliding in a rhythm that had you both groaning and wanting more- hands travelling everywhere and bodies smack across each other- you couldn’t have him any closer. The sound of your kisses was loud and it only sent heat down your body and made you want more. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, he shifted his knee and it brushed your core, sending a shiver down your body. You spread your legs a little so he could rest his knee between them and you welcomed the friction as you kissed him- everything was going so fast and you wanted nothing more than to-

The sound of the ballroom door creaking open had your instincts firing and you immediately broke the kiss, turning with Wooyoung until you slid between the narrow gap of the two walls that contributed to the architecture of the room- you always thought it was a waste of space until you found yourself flush against Wooyoung, the two of you breathing harshly.

You put a finger on your lips, trying to shush him. Instead, a devilish smile appeared on his face that made your heart sink. He position his knee back where it had been, making you bite your lip to stifle the moan- you could hear footsteps in the ballroom- probably a cleaner- and it was so dangerous to be here right now, but-

Any thoughts or fears you had vanished when Wooyoung grabbed you by the hips and made you ride his thigh- you flushed at the insanity of all of this but he aimed to please, and please he did as he trailed his fingers up your exposed legs and slipped his hands inside your gown, holding you by your bare waist. You waited no longer as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, this time slow and sensual, making most of the time since you two were well hidden and would have to wait until the intruder was gone anyway. You were finding kissing him extremely pleasurable, especially when his tongue did wonders and his hands played around your waist, drawing circles.

You also found out he was extremely good with whatever he was doing- you were so close now, the knot in your stomach tightening further and you clenched your legs at his thigh, whimpering into the kiss. He never went further but instead helped you ride your high, swallowing your moans as you shivered against him, holding your hips steady against him. By the time you were undone, you felt like a complete mess in the best way possible and he felt extremely satisfied.

You looked at him, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes tired. He held your face, planting kisses on your forehead, your cheekbones, your nose and along your jaw, resting his forehead against yours.

“The things I want to do to you right now, Princess,” he muttered, sending a flush creeping up your cheeks. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you laughed and he joined, shaking his head. “As much as I’d like to continue, I think it’s better if we go back to our rooms separately and take a cold fucking shower for now.”

He laughed heartily. “For now?”

You pecked his lips. “For now.”

It was a promise, and he held onto it, letting you go first and waiting lovestruck for a good few minutes before leaving the ballroom as well.

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You were staring at the painting in Hongjoong’s office- a ship floating in the pastel sky- when you heard a knock and Seonghwa entered, muttering apologies for arriving late.

“No worries,” Hongjoong, who was seated very casually in his office chair as he went through some documents, said, motioning at him to take a seat with Yeosang, who was seated on the couch playing with the pens and inks lying on the table.

“Looks like I’m not very late after all,” Seonghwa glanced at you and you nodded- he was just on time. However, a certain someone was very late and you were growing restless with every passing second. 

“Make the most of these blissful few moments before our host comes,” Yeosang muttered, sighing sleepily. “It’s going to get noisy pretty soon-”

The door opened again with a knock and everyone turned to glare at the very late Jung Wooyoung, who met eyes with each one in the room before raising a brow in confusion. “What? I’m a busy person too.”

“Whatever,” Hongjoong scoffed, getting up and patting your shoulder, urging you to come and take a seat with him. “You arrived last night? I hope your journey was… fruitful.”

“Ah, yes, it was,” Wooyoung took his seat right in front of you and smirked at you- you made a face. “In fact, I came across the Princess last night but decided we could discuss business later.”

“You didn’t tell me you met him already?” Yeosang asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Just passed him by the hall and exchanged a greeting and a promise to talk later, didn’t we?” You smiled dangerously at Wooyoung and though he had a teasing glint in his eyes, he nodded obediently.

“Anyways, back to business,” he fished in his pocket and produced a letter. “This letter I had written from the Prince of Utopia himself, urging Colonel Kwon to return to his homeland immediately. It’s only a matter of dispatching it at the right time now.”

“How did you get the Prince to write this?” Seonghwa sounded curious and so were the rest of them.

“The Prince, of course, never writes his own letters,” Wooyoung smirked and Hongjoong looked pleased. “A few threats or a bribe can do wonders. I, too, have my sources, you know.”

“You have to consider that you could be pronounced traitor if this gets out,” you commented.

“Are you worried about me now, Princess?” Wooyoung teased and you sighed dramatically, looking at Yeosang for help who was glancing between the two of you suspiciously.

“I’m worried this plan might fail and we’ll lose more, Mr. Jung,” you retorted. “When do you think we should dispatch this letter?”

“Let’s see…” he leaned forward. “I met Colonel Kwon personally- he’s still a bit hesitant to talk to me but I learned that the Prince himself is leading this infiltration- without the King’s knowledge. That’s why I had the letter written from the Prince, not the King- Colonel Kwon is loyal to the Prince.”

“And if the King finds out that his own son is plotting something like this under his nose?” You looked at Hongjoong.

“He would be exiled if the King deals with this by the law,” Hongjoong confirmed and you nodded slowly- things were starting to look in your favour.

“What does the Prince want?” Seonghwa asked and Wooyoung sighed.

“It’s no secret he wants to take over Wonderland,” he began and everyone nodded. “All the spies in Wonderland… you cannot trust anyone. You cannot trust me- I cannot trust you-” Wooyoung pointed at everyone but the Princess. “There are spies, double spies, and worse prowling within Wonderland. You’ll never know who’s actually loyal to the throne, to this land. The Prince has been planning this for long, which is why we’re on the same boat now. He’ll make Wonderland’s foundations crumble apart before he truly begins to take over- Colonel Kwon is only a bait- we shouldn’t focus entirely on him. We need to make a statement- let the Prince know that we’re not as stupid as he thinks.”

“And who are you loyal to?” Hongjoong asked, and you would have stopped him but you, too, were confused like everyone else in the room. “You’re from Wonderland, but serve Utopia. But then… you’re doing all this for the sake of Wonderland.”

“Not for the sake of Wonderland,” Wooyoung glanced briefly at you, making Hongjoong raise his brows. “I only want peace in both of these lands. We’ve all seen how bad it can get- how war only destroys. Both our lands still have not recovered from the war that almost occured 20 some years ago. I wish only to avoid that- to not let the selfish be the leaders.”

“You could be a double spy,” Seonghwa mentioned.

“You could be one too,” Wooyoung relaxed back, smiling. “That’s what’s thrilling. Though, I believe that you are not. None of you are. And frankly… you have no choice but to trust me.”

“Actually, we do,” you started and Wooyoung raised a brow- you were talking about Prince Yunho but decided he did not need to know that for now- you still weren’t sure if you could really trust him with not only your life but this land. “But… we’ll trust you, won’t we?”

Yeosang chuckled. “It appears we already do. You’ve done enough already, Wooyoung. I thank you on behalf of the Princess- I’m sure she’ll never say it out loud, but she, too, is thankful-”

“If I mean it, I’ll say it,” you glared at your Right Hand who laughed, raising his hands in surrender. “We’re making a little trip to the north, Yeosang. You, me and Seonghwa. I think Wooyoung should sit this one back- it wouldn’t look good if the Colonel spots you with me.”

“True,” Wooyoung nodded. “What do you plan to do?”

“Just visit the graves of my relatives and ‘accidentally’ come across the Colonel, maybe have some tea with him and feel him out- I need to do that in order to figure out just how bold of a statement I should make before the Colonel runs back home embarrassed.”

“Sounds good,” Hongjoong approved, “Take a good amount of guards with you. You never know what could go down. And stay safe- I’ll arrange for your ride. You can leave tonight.”

You got busy after that, preparing and planning. In the evening, you went to check up on your father, promising him that it would all be over soon.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him,” your father shook his head. “You really should not confront him.”

“The Colonel needs to get a taste of his own medicine, father,” you put a hand over his. “Stop worrying about me- you don’t look too good today. Should I get a doctor?”

“I’m fine,” he shook his head but his eyes were sunken, his face was pale and hands shivered. “I just…” he sighed. “I wish I was stronger for you.”

“You rooting on me is already enough,” you smiled. “Just because you can’t actively rule your throne right now does not mean you aren’t strong. You’re already doing enough.”

The King looked like he wanted to say something but only patted your cheek once. “Come back home safe. I’m done being the King, y/n. I want you to take the throne when you come back- as the queen.”

“Stop being dramatic,” you chuckled nervously, “You’ll be fine in a few days and then you can go back to being the bossy old king-”

“No,” there was a finality in his tone that made you frown. “Just… come back home safe, will you?”

“Of course,” you promised. “I’m stronger than you think I am.”

“I know,” he smiled and patted your hand. “Go and make me proud.”

“On it,” you grinned and kissed his forehead before reluctantly leaving, shutting the door behind you and pausing to take a few deep breaths. You walked to Hongjoong, who was waiting for you. 

“The King does not look too well, Hongjoong,” you said and he nodded. “Get him shifted to the hospital wing when I leave- if he resists, tell him it’s my order and my request.”

“Alright,” Hongjoong patted your shoulders. “Are you feeling alright?”

You sighed deeply before you straightened. “I’m fine. Take care of things while I’m gone.”

Hongjoong nodded and you left the room, preparing to leave in half an hour. Just before you were about to leave, a familiar knock sounded and you opened the door to your bedroom.

“I thought I’d wish you luck before you leave,” Wooyoung looked around. “Where’s Yeosang?”

“He’ll be here in a minute-”

You were interrupted when Wooyoung snaked a hand along your neck and brought you forward to kiss you, deep and final, taking you by surprise. “I thought I’d do this before you leave.”

It took you a few seconds to come back but you scoffed, raising on your tiptoes to kiss him just like that again. “Yeosang will be here soon. You should go-”

“Yeosang is right here, and he thinks you should stay,” a voice sounded and you almost screamed while Wooyoung threw his head back as he laughed. “Someone has a lot of explaining to do.”

“Tell me you didn’t see it?” You asked but Yeosang pretended to throw up and you got your answer. 

“I don’t need the details- get out, Wooyoung. We need to go.”

“Come on, let me give you a goodbye kiss too,” Wooyoung started for Yeosang with outstretched arms but Yeosang yelped in the highest pitch you’d ever heard from his mouth that made you drop to the floor as you laughed, watching Wooyoung chase Yeosang in the chamber- Yeosang had to grab a poker from the fireplace to threaten him to stay away and Wooyoung resorted to blowing a kiss to him.

“I did not imagine it would happen like this,” you wiped the tears from your eyes as you laughed. “Yeosang, we need to talk about that sound that just came out of your mouth-”

“Shut up,” he groaned. “Seonghwa is waiting.”

“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” you turned to Wooyoung and you two shared a laugh- and in that moment, you realised something especially when you saw Yeosang smiling at the two of you-

That Wooyoung was a really, really good person. And that the way you were so relaxed right now… this was definitely not some casual fling. You decided not to address it though Wooyoung looked confused when you stared at him long, almost zoning out, but you knew you’d need to talk about… whatever this was between you two before it got any serious.

And Yeosang thought the same- as you settled in the carriage with him, Seonghwa in the other carriage with his guards, Yeosang kept watching you stare out of the window with a faint smile on your face despite the severity of the circumstances you were travelling in. He thought it odd because you weren’t one to wear smiles even on happy occasions. 

“Are you going to stop staring holes into me, Yeosang?”

“When you stop smiling like an idiot, yes,” Yeosang retorted and you passed him a side eye. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?”

You took a deep breath. “What would you like to know, dear friend?”

“How- when…” Yeosang sighed. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing? You are the Princess of Wonderland, soon to be Queen.”

“Do you think I made the wrong choice?”

“I just want to know if you’re sure, because honestly,” Yeosang sighed, rubbing his face. “You know what could happen if word got out.”

You knew exactly what could happen. You weren’t someone who had the luxury of ‘casual flings’. Each step you took, each move you made held meaning for the public. Wooyoung was thought to be a Utopian to the public, and if word got out that you were having an ‘affair’ with Wooyoung… it wouldn’t look good, especially with Utopia now attacking Wonderland without any shame. You could very well become someone hateful for mingling with the ‘traitor’.

Of course, the public did not know who exactly Jung Wooyoung was. And they would not care to know, you feared.

“What do you think, Yeosang? Not as my Right Hand, but as my friend and someone who knows Wooyoung.”

“Does it matter?” He sounded sad. “Not everyone in this kingdom is your friend, Princess.”

“Still,” you mused. “I’d like to know whether you like him.”

“I do think he’s bearable,” Yeosang had a faint smile creeping up on his face and you grinned, which made him roll his eyes. “He’s… if he really is who he seems to be, I think he’s a good person. And you know I’d want nothing more than someone who can make you happy. Plus, he knows who you really are. I don’t think anyone else would be too pleased to learn of your other job.”

“So you like him.”

“Shut up,” he laughed, shaking his head at you. “You’re smitten, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you stifled a smile. “I’m still figuring it out, as I’m sure he is too.”

“Well, figure it out quick before things escalate, because I’d like to be prepared to deal with the headache that’s going to come if you two ever become part of gossip, or worse, become official.”

You scoffed. “You said you wanted me to be happy but you think it would be worse if we become official?”

“From a public point of view, given the current political situation, yes, definitely,” Yeosang looked serious. “I suggest that no word about your relationship get out for at least a year after things settle down- if things settle down, let’s pray.”

“I’m an assassin, Yeosang, you think I can’t have a little affair without getting caught?” 

“Need I remind you that you literally just got caught an hour ago-”

“Oops,” you laughed, “I forgot. Anyways, we’re still figuring it out so stop worrying about this. We’ve got other things to be worried about.”

“We sure do,” Yeosang sighed. 

—---------------

Just one day into the trip and you were regretting bringing Yeosang along with you.

You were regretting ever appointing Yeosang to be your Right Hand.

“So she sees your back before we enter the office, and goes, ‘that’s one hot back-’”

“Yeosang, that’s enough-”

“And then,” Yeosang continued, ignoring the death glare you were passing, leaning even further forward as if whispering a secret to none other than Park Seonghwa, “don’t even ask me about the gasp that left her when you turned-”

“Kang Yeosang!” You kicked his leg and he yelped, “That is enough! Ignore him, Seonghwa. He tends to exaggerate things a little.”

“Well,” Seonghwa grinned, “I’d like to know if you really think I have a hot back, Your Highness.”

Mortified, you pursed your lips as you ignored him and stared out of the window. Yeosang and Seonghwa continued to grin. You glared at Seonghwa. “I really think you should keep travelling in your own carriage, Colonel Park.”

Seonghwa finally laughed. “It’s okay. I’ve been told that I have a nice back often, though none of the remarks have been as direct. Makes me more confident that you think so too.”

“You’re the Minister of Defence,” you gaped at him while Yeosang chuckled deeply. 

“Do I have a nice front too?” Seonghwa flicked his bangs back and you sighed, looking up in defeat. 

“She does think you’d make a hot father-”

“Yeosang!” You interrupted, forgetting all manners and putting a hand over his mouth as you slapped him with the other. “If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll tell Seonghwa all about the time you saw the Princess of Utopia and thought-”

“Okay,” Yeosang broke free and slumped back. “Okay. I’ll shut up now.”

“Wait,” Seonghwa wasn’t having any of it. “I’d make a hot… father?”

“God take my soul out of my body right now and take me away from my misery-” your prayer was interrupted with Yeosang laughing out loud and unclasping your hands from prayer position. 

“Let me explain, it’s not as bad as it sounds,” Yeosang couldn’t even form proper words while laughing so hard. “By hot father figure, she doesn’t necessarily mean a literal father- wait, it does sound worse.”

“This is why you should shut up,” you begged, turning to Seonghwa. “I just think you’re hot, okay? Let’s end it right there and forget we had the conversation.”

“Oh,” Seonghwa’s ears were now flushed.

“And I’m not interested in you for the record,” you grinned- Seonghwa being an old friend was the reason you two were casual with him like this. “Well, I would have been but…”

“Ah, don’t worry,” Seonghwa shook his head furiously. “I know a certain someone has caught your eye.”

“Wow, I really should work on my stealth, huh?” You looked at Yeosang who glared at you as if to say ‘point proven’. 

“No, you should work more on lying expertly,” Seonghwa laughed out loud and you gaped at him. “I had my suspicions but you just confirmed them. Your stealth is fine- Wooyoung is to blame.”

“Ah,” you scoffed. “You’re both testing my patience.”

“Anyways,” Seonghwa changed the topic, “What I’m more interested in is what Yeosang thinks about the Princess of Utopia.”

“That is not something that should even be said out loud,” Yeosang began but you smiled devilishly- it was time for sweet revenge.

“If the Princess wasn't a wife to the Prince of Utopia already, I’m sure Yeosang would have made use of his natural charms,” you laughed while Yeosang hid his very red face. “It was when we went to visit two years ago- he would have passed a flirty remark to the Princess had I not stopped him.”

“That’s… that could have ended up bad,” Seonghwa laughed.

“I know,” Yeosang groaned. “I was a little drunk, I believe.”

“I was also drunk when I said Seonghwa would make a hot father figure,” you pointed out.

“And the conclusion of this is you both should be banned from drinking,” Seonghwa relaxed back, shaking his head in amusement. “As the Minister of Defence, I can implement this for ‘security measures’.”

“Let’s not forget the time you got drunk during an official drinking party and almost started crying-”

“Okay, that’s enough reminiscing about the past,” Seonghwa laughed in defeat. “Let’s discuss our strategy now that we’re feeling so fresh.”

The trip to the north where the Colonel had made home after terrorising everyone was nearly two days- after you left in the night, Seonghwa had joined your carriage in the morning to go through your plan again but somehow, the three of you had ended up teasing each other. You would be reaching the north sometime around sunrise and you still had a good few hours.

That night you didn’t stop to rest but instead reached your grandparents’ house around sunrise. The both of them had passed away and so had your mother, their only child. It saddened you to unlock the house that was once your mother’s and now held no signs of a living soul. The three of you decided to get a few hours of sleep before carrying out the plan.

When you woke up, a few guards and maids that had travelled with you had already prepared breakfast. You dressed up in the ebony white gown under a navy blue cloak- mourning clothes. After eating some bread and fruits, you were ready to go-

“I don’t see why you have to load yourself with so many weapons when everyone is with us…” Seonghwa observed when he spotted you tapping your boots and the belt around your waist. “One would think you’re the guard.”

“A lady can never have enough weapons on her,” you simply smiled but the glint in your eyes made Seonghwa wonder if there was more to you than you showed. “Let’s go.”

The trip to the monument built for your mother which was also her final resting place was rather short. As you looked around the circle of fountains, you took a deep breath- your mother had loved the sea and your father had built something that resembled it. You put three daisies that you had plucked from outside of her home on her grave, Yeosang and Seonghwa standing a respectable distance behind you. You glanced up briefly- a few passersby had clearly spotted you- word would get out soon.

You said your prayers first before you decided to say something personal to your mother- it hadn’t been long since she left you. But… you were empty. You had this strange sinking feeling in your gut and you prayed it wasn’t an indication of something bad happening. It also saddened you that the town your mother grew up in was now terrorised with fear.

“Wish me luck, mother,” you whispered. “I hope to bring life back to this land.”

You didn’t feel any indication that your prayer had reached her, but you did feel lighter. You bowed once before stepping back and meeting eyes with the two. “Shall we go visit the marketplace now?”

It was all natural from there- you had always loved the hustle of life in the narrow streets of the colourful marketplace. There was everything and anything you could want- from home appliances to clothing to jewellery, and the few people who recognised you passed a silent greeting- another thing you loved about this place. It was as if the people only considered you your mother’s daughter here instead of the princess. 

“That would look absolutely amazing on you,” Yeosang pointed at a bright yellow frilly gown with sunflowers embroidered on the bodice.

“Sure would,” you made a face and Seonghwa scoffed at you two. “I think that would look good on you, Seonghwa.” You were pointing at a sunflower headband. “Ought to keep your annoying bangs out of your face.”

“I’d look good in anything-”

“You love that hair on him-”

The three of you gaped at each other and burst in giggles, Seonghwa hiding his red ears as you three continued to walk. “Do I make you blush, Colonel Park?”

“No, I’m just super embarrassed right now!” He rubbed his ears and you scoffed. You tapped Yeosang’s arm, pausing at a stall selling some men’s necklaces. A silver chain had caught your attention and you observed it.

“You like this?” Yeosang narrowed his eyes. “Or is it for a certain someone?”

“Just pay for it,” you let the shopkeeper put it in a box for you.

“Why the necklace?” Seonghwa wondered out loud, curious.

“He has a nice neck…” you muttered and the two groaned- one in disbelief while one in literal pain.

“I thought I was special,” Seonghwa tsk-ed. “You notice nice somethings in everyone, huh?”

“You’re still special,” you teased. 

“I bet you think Yeosang has a nice something too,” Seonghwa was sulking now.

“Even if I have, I don’t want to hear it from you,” Yeosang said.

“As if I’ve ever noticed you,” you retorted and you stuck out your tongues at each other. “He does have a nice little yelp. The ladies would absolutely love to hear it.”

“Really?” Seonghwa frowned- Yeosang had quite a deep voice so he couldn’t imagine a ‘nice little yelp’ from him. “How should I get him to make that sound?”

“Just ask Wooyoung to give Yeosang a kiss-”

“Princess-”

“Or tease him, he always manages to wring out unusual sounds and emotions from him-”

“Princess,” Yeosang had an arm out and you almost bumped into him- you noticed he had paused because of someone blocking your way-

It had to be Colonel Kwon in the unmistakable deep scarlet of Utopian uniform and haughty looking guards behind him. The Colonel almost bowed mockingly before rising with a smirk. “Fancy seeing you here, Your Highness. An unusual place to encounter you, I must say.”

“It’s my mother’s birthplace and the market she loved that I visit every time I’m here,” you straightened. “However… I must say the marketplace is an unusual place for you to be, Colonel Kwon.”

The middle-aged man chuckled deeply, straightening his glasses and running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “I heard the Princess was in town- of course I had to see her in person. It’s an honour.”

You gave him the most fake smile you could muster. “I hope your King and Prince are doing well.”

“The King isn’t in the best condition right now, however, the Prince is thriving,” he said, glancing at your two companions. “Shall I have the privilege of treating you to some tea if you can make time for me?”

You pretended to think but accepted his invitation, the Colonel falling in step with you as you walked, Seonghwa and Yeosang right behind. He made some small talk about the ‘horrible’ weather as of late and you stepped out of the market to the food street. You followed him to a cafe you knew was run by a Utopian but you didn’t comment on it. The four of you settled at a corner table on the upper floor- a private space. You could see the passersby in the streets and noticed how the Utopian guards had stationed themselves at the exit. 

You let Seonghwa and the Colonel chat about defence strategies- as the both of them held the same post, conversation flowed easily between the two. Meanwhile, you looked around trying to mark every exit and entry path in your vision.

“I was deeply saddened to hear about the assassination of the ex-Minister,” the Colonel turned to you and you nodded. “I guess the post cost him.”

“It’s a dangerous position and title to hold, you must know,” you replied, his blank face giving you no sort of satisfaction. “You can never be too careful- even when you’re in your own home.”

“That sounds like a threat, Princess,” the Colonel smiled. 

You pretended to shake it off with a laugh, “It’s anything but. I’m the Princess of this land- do you think I feel safe in my own home?”

“Ah,” he laughed back, nodding, “my King- he’s always been suspicious of his court too. The Prince tends to be the one to make the wiser decisions.”

“Is that so?” You crossed your leg casually, taking a sip of the white tea, inhaling its scent and letting it relax you. “I wonder whose decision it was to extend… courtesy to us at such perilous times- though, I must say that I’ve observed you’ve caused more harm than good in the name of a threat that clearly does not exist- at least, not to Wonderland.”

There it was. The sly smile back on his face. “Have you perhaps corresponded with Eden?”

“It’s just remarkable how Eden hasn’t done anything to upset us in the past few years,” Yeosang said, “However… I understand the relations between Eden and Utopia are a bit rocky.”

Colonel Kwon scoffed. “So you’ve decided to side with Eden after all.”

“There’s no side here, Colonel Kwon,” you straightened, making sure your glare conveyed more. “The fact is that you have infiltrated here for other purposes under the pretence that Eden might attack us. Wonderland never asked for your help. Yet you dared to terrorise the people of my town. How much further do you wish to go before you perhaps meet the same fate as your fellow spies prowling around in the court?”

The Colonel’s face paled. “What spies?”

You listed the name of 7 spies that held official positions in the government and the court. “You think your movements go undetected but I’ve been following them all along. In fact… you should receive a message soon.”

As if on cue, one of the guards arrived with a letter and handed it to the Colonel after bowing to all of you. The Colonel looked at you suspiciously before you urged him to open it and when he did…

Public execution of the spies to send a loud and clear message to anyone who’ll need it.

“You’re shedding Utopian blood because of unreasonable suspicions.”

“Need I remind you that three of them are originally from Wonderland?” You scoffed. “Interesting how you call them one of your own.”

The Colonel was flushed now and Seonghwa leaned forward. “What my Princess is saying is… go back home, Colonel. With your little army. You’re an unwanted and uninvited guest- you shouldn’t stay long at a place you’re not welcomed unless you want to meet an unfortunate fate. After all… there are many assassins as of late, aren’t there?”

The Colonel gaped at the three of you before he smirked and it turned into hysterical laughter. He shut the letter pointedly, putting it in his pocket. “You’ve made your move, Princess.”

Wait for mine was what he didn’t need to say out loud. He got up and walked away and you sneered at his figure. “That went… well?”

“He won’t sit quietly,” Seonghwa frowned. “We need to be prepared for what he might do.”

“I’ll contact my sources,” you were referring to the Wanderer’s Society- they were already reporting their every move to you and would let you know if things were truly headed south. “Let’s go back to the house for now.”

—-----------------

You should not have tested the Colonel, you were soon about to learn.

Already, you had received a message from one of the members of the Wanderer’s Society- the Colonel was planning a public display of his own- obviously not taking the news of losing the spies in the castle well. However, the person who conveyed the message also let you know that they could not stop the Colonel without getting killed and were waiting for further orders- from you or the head of the Society, you did not know.

“I have to do something,” you were pacing in your room, nails unceremoniously between your teeth. “We cannot let the Colonel display his power like this, Yeosang.”

“I can send our guards- it’s too dangerous for you to go out there.”

“I know we can send guards,” you shook your head. “But… it will break out in a fight and that’s worse- it’ll only give the Utopian soldiers an excuse to destroy this whole town. Someone has to stop them from within.”

“So we need to mess the Colonel up, is that what you’re saying?” Yeosang ran a hand through his hair as he thought about it. “Maybe now is the time for him to receive the letter from the Prince? The orders to come back?”

“But the Prince wouldn’t have any reason to call the Colonel back unless things get bad here,” you groaned. “We’re bound to make a difficult choice- either fight publicly and risk the whole town, or let the Colonel publicly execute innocent people.”

“There has to be another way- this is too much,” Yeosang shook his head. “I understand that we’ll have to make choices like this, but…”

“I know,” you sounded grim. “I know, but… what should we do?”

You really wished Wooyoung was here. He would have known what to do- he knew the Colonel. He knew which buttons to push to get him to back off.

What would Wooyoung do if he was here?

Seonghwa entered the room with a knock, his expressions dark. “I’ve just received news- the Utopian soldiers have gathered in the main park,” he said, referring to the park that was the centre of the town as well. “They’ve dragged seven people- three women and four men in the centre, currently tying them to the trees and waiting for further orders.”

“What would Wooyoung do if he was here?” You mused- you were on to something. You wouldn’t back off so easily- you wouldn’t make the choice that could cause bloodshed of the innocent.

“He would come up with the most unimaginable but genius scheme, wouldn’t he?” Yeosang scoffed.

“And so should we,” you smirked. “What would be big enough to make the Colonel stop doing what he is about to do? What news would distract him?”

“A death of a royal?” Seonghwa suggested. “I don’t see any other way the Colonel would stop.”

“Exactly,” you nodded. “A rumour. The supposed death of the Utopian King or Prince won’t be enough to stop him now, but… you could spread a rumour that the Princess was killed by a Utopian soldier.”

“That’s crazy,” Yeosang clicked his tongue. “Wouldn’t it only enrage the public and lead to a brawl or worse?”

“But that would be enough to make the Colonel pause and retreat because if a Utopian soldier does kill the Princess, if I ‘die’ by the hands of a Utopian soldier… he would not be pleased.”

“It’s a bad idea,” Seonghwa pondered, “but… it could still work. Or maybe I should just arrest the whole lot of them?”

“Arresting would make us look bad as well, and they won’t talk this out, not with what happened at the castle,” Yeosang rubbed his face, sighing. “Let’s spread the rumour then. I’ve heard they spread faster than fire here.”

“They better,” you didn’t sound too happy. “Because we don’t have much time. And… I still need to be there, Yeosang- if he kills one more person, if he even tries, I’ll-”

“Princess,” Yeosang warned and Seonghwa frowned in confusion. “Now is not the time.”

You were biting your lips, looking at Seonghwa who glanced between the two of you. “I need to rest. You both can leave now.”

Seonghwa got up without question but Yeosang knew exactly what you meant. “Princess-”

“It’s an order, Yeosang,” you glared at him and he shook his head. You got up- Seonghwa watched you disappear in the closet. He looked suspiciously at Yeosang who kept sitting stubbornly.

“Uh, maybe we should just let her rest?”

“I’m not moving,” Yeosang shook his head, scanning Seonghwa and taking a deep breath. “And I think you should stay here too. There’s something you should know.”

You could hear Yeosang- it was a challenge. You scoffed under your breath as you dressed in your assassin clothes, docking weapons and tying the bandana around your neck, not pulling it up as you wondered if you should take the risk-

Either let Seonghwa know who you really were, or risk something bad happening tonight.

It didn’t take you long to make your decision- you took a deep breath before you walked out and watched Seonghwa’s mouth open in surprise. 

“I… don’t understand.”

“All you need to know, Seonghwa dear,” you smirked at Yeosang who smirked back, “is that I’m a part of the Wanderer’s Society, and have been busy. And also… I cleared your post for you.”

Seonghwa gaped at you and you laughed. “You two must stay here and deal with anyone who’ll come to confirm if the rumours are true. Don’t let them know I’m alive until I’m back.”

With that, you were out of the door and on your way to the main park- you found everything you had heard was true. The seven unfortunate people were already tied with seven guards stationed with guns hanging out beside them, waiting for the orders while the Colonel was looking angry as he talked to someone- probably hearing the rumour.

You stationed yourself on the roof of a market closest to the park and waited with your shot loaded and ready, finger hovering over the trigger- one word from the Colonel’s mouth and he would die right here- to hell with the consequences.

But just like you had expected, the Colonel bellowed in anger and ordered the guards to pull back, noticing the crowd stirring differently and the cries growing louder.

The Princess was dead.

The Princess was killed by some Utopian soldier.

You watched the guards retreat and the civilians untie the innocent targets, watched them cry and hug each other in relief, and though the sight warmed your heart indefinitely, the fear that this won’t last long washed over you like the calm but rushed descent of a waterfall. You pulled your own weapon back and fixed your mask- you needed time.

You went to the oldest bakery of the town- it was closed right now but you walked in and settled down in the darkest corner of the room anyway, waiting for a message. A few very long minutes later, the door opened and another person settled in the other corner of the room. You said the codeword and he replied with the correct pattern.

“The Colonel will retaliate with double force once he learns the Princess is alive,” a young man’s voice said.

“I need a place to stay for tonight,” you began- you couldn’t go back home tonight with the amount of people around your house waiting for a confirmation of your living status. “I also need to send a message to someone in the castle. How fast can it reach?”

“One day,” he said and you nodded- that was fast enough. “And you can find a place for the night- just go to the shoemaker’s house and say the codeword.” You understood and thanked the person. “As for the message, you can give it to me right now- I’ll dispatch it.”

You took the paper and pencil from the counter and scribbled a quick message- short and meaningful. You left it on the table before leaving with a grateful dip of your hat in the fellow’s direction, recalling the words you wrote in the letter.

Wooyoung,

I need you next to me. I need your brains and your arms.

Yours.

With a hint of a smile, you went to find your resting place for the night.

—--------------

The letter, dispatched by the Wanderer’s Society Network- the fastest there was, would reach the promised person within one day.

But rumours spread like fire, and fire was quicker. It wasn’t long before the castle was a mess.

The Princess was killed by a Utopian soldier.

Wooyoung’s heart sank as he heard those words- he had been in his room all day, nothing scheduled for the day, and had decided to go to the library to catch up on Wonderland’s side of the history and then meet Hongjoong and see if he could be of help in any way. He had dressed up in his usual dark clothing and had been on his way to the library when he heard those words from the mouths of two maids that looked terrified as they digested the information.

“Wait,” Wooyoung called and the maids turned. “Where did you hear that?”

“Oh, dear,” one of the maids said, her frown deepening on her wrinkly face. “The whole castle has been a mess since the afternoon. We don’t know if it’s a rumour, we’re only wishing it is.”

Wooyoung felt his heart drop dangerously, straight to the ground. No way such a rumour could spread like this, right? He turned and rushed to the upper floor where the royal chambers were, and where Hongjoong’s office was. He didn’t miss the guards and literally everyone in the castle was stricken with horror and sadness over the news of their beloved princess’ apparent death.

It couldn’t be. It had to be a rumour. 

Wooyoung knocked once before entering without permission- Hongjoong was not present. He dared to make way to the King’s chamber- if Hongjoong wasn’t in his office, he would be there. He asked the guards to let him in, but the guards told him the chamber was empty.

“I need to see Mr. Kim right now,” Wooyoung seethed. “Either you tell me where he is or I will let myself in-”

“I’m here,” Hongjoong said and Wooyoung turned sharply, searching his face for any signs of confirmation but he gave him nothing. “Come in.”

Numbly, Wooyoung followed Hongjoong inside and Hongjoong urged him to take a seat before slumping down himself and finally letting the worry consume him. 

“You haven’t heard from the Princess or anyone else, have you?” Wooyoung asked after Hongjoong was done rubbing his face worriedly.

“Not yet- chances are it’s really a rumour but with the situation in the north, I don’t want to dismiss it just yet,” he said. “If something really had happened, we would have received an official message. Or… the team is compromised.”

Wooyoung groaned, fisting his hands together. “Why aren’t we sending someone to confirm?”

“It’s going to take too long- two days of a trip and then at least one day for the letter to reach us. Until tonight, we wait for a message- I’ll contact my sources and let them confirm the news.”

Wooyoung sighed, frowning deeply before saying, “Tell me to go and I will.”

“Do you need me to tell you to go?” Hongjoong was slightly amused now. “If you wish to go to the Princess… you may, but if she’s alive and this is just a rumour, it would look bad for you to go.”

“I don’t care,” Wooyoung got up, taking a deep breath. “I’ll leave tonight if you don’t receive a confirmation.”

Hongjoong observed Wooyoung- he had never seen him so serious in the time he had been here. “Tell me, Wooyoung. What does the Princess mean to you?”

The fear in Wooyoung’s eyes was enough of an answer for Hongjoong. He shook his head, dismissing him. “You can go-”

The doors slammed open with a blast and a maid heaved, trying to catch her breath. “Some foolish lad talked about the rumour near the King- he’s heard it and his condition is worsening.”

Hongjoong immediately rushed and Wooyoung followed- this wasn’t good. He now knew exactly what the King and Princess- the father and daughter- meant to each other. Hearing the rumour in his already bad condition really wasn’t good, and he found himself silently praying for the well-being of not only the Princess but also the King. 

Upon reaching the hospital wing, Hongjoong motioned for Wooyoung to wait outside while he went to check on the King himself. Wooyoung prayed in his heart- to whatever entities were up there, whoever was listening- that the King make it through this. That the King would get to see his daughter come back, unharmed- that she was alive and this was just a rumour.

But when he heard the loud cries of the people present inside the King’s room, he understood that no prayers could bring him back when he’d been at death’s door for days now. Wooyoung sank to the ground, heart aching beyond his control now. He needed to see the Princess with his own eyes- he refused to believe she had died just like that.

When Hongjoong came out of the room, eyes swollen and face grim, it was all the confirmation he needed.

The King had passed away.

Wooyoung got up and patted Hongjoong’s shoulders hesitantly- Hongjoong had been the King’s Right Hand for years. He had been the person closest to the King all this time. Hongjoong only shook his head.

“We need to tell y/n,” his voice cracked and he sighed. “She needs to know as soon as possible. I need to see her with my own eyes.”

Wooyoung’s heart swelled- he felt the same. “Let’s leave right now, then.”

Hongjoong nodded, asking to meet up with Wooyoung in half an hour during which he had to contact various people and leave someone in charge as well. That half an hour was one of the longest of Wooyoung’s life but he received your letter and sank down in relief. When the two settled in the carriage, Wooyoung showed him the letter.

“I knew she was alive,” Hongjoong was smiling despite the situation. “She’s too tough to die at the hands of some random Utopian soldier.”

Wooyoung stared at Hongjoong for a moment before scoffing. “She is, isn’t she?”

“When we reach…” Hongjoong rubbed his face. “I’ll tell her the news, but I’ll need you to calm her down. She won’t take this well.”

Wooyoung frowned- he had no idea what to expect but the fact that Hongjoong approved of him taking care of her… “They really meant a lot to each other, didn’t they?”

“An unusual father and daughter relationship they had,” Hongjoong nodded. “Especially considering they were king and princess.”

Wooyoung rested his head back, staring out of the window. He was starting to dread the look of heartbreak you’d surely have on your face.

—----------------

“The people out there are quite stubborn, I must say,” you said and watched Yeosang and Seonghwa immediately- more reflexively- grab a dagger and gun and point it at you, scanning your getup of a maid and groaning in relief, drawing their weapons back and shaking their heads furiously. 

You grinned, seating yourself in between them and grabbing the toast Yeosang had on his plate all prepared with jam and butter on top, taking a huge bite and watching the two glare at you. “What?”

“We’ve been worried sick,” Yeosang seethed. “I knew you’d be out there somewhere, but a message would have been nice, Princess. Do you have any idea what we had to deal with?”

“We couldn’t step outside,” Seonghwa shook his head. “One of them almost broke a window.”

“The rumour spread more than I intended,” you frowned.

“People are more interested if you died by the hands of a Utopian soldier,” Seonghwa tsk-ed. “They don’t really care if you’re alive.”

“Ah,” you scoffed. “I thought I was the beloved princess of this nation-”

Yeosang’s sarcastic scoff and him snatching the bread from your mouth shut you up. “Make your own breakfast. I must say the maid uniform suits you better.”

“Make some tea for me too,” Seonghwa said rather casually and you glared at the two- oh how they had teamed up. 

“I should, huh,” you got up despite yourself, flaunting your maid outfit on purpose- you had dressed like this to pass undetected and entered through the front door rather easily- since it was so early in morning, the people monitoring the front door were sleepy and didn’t mind the maid walking in a house she probably had to clean. “Anything else? Sugar in your tea or poison?”

Seonghwa choked on his bread. “I’d prefer sugar.”

“Right,” you fiddled around the kitchen, trying to operate without causing a mess, or worse, a fire and the two men watched you with amusement. It took you longer than you imagined but you proudly set the tray in front of them, taking your plate of bread before serving them tea, looking guilty. “I guess I should be sorry for not informing you two. I hope this good gesture will be accepted as my apology.”

“Not before I taste the tea,” Yeosang sipped it and to his surprise, it wasn’t tasting like sewer water. “This is actually edible.”

“Thank you,” you made a face, sitting down. “What’s the plan now?”

“Either dispatch the letter- now’s a good time. Or use force- his public display yesterday now justifies our decision- whatever it may be.”

“Let’s see what move he makes while I’m still ‘missing’,” you said. “He should be arriving today to confirm if one of his soldiers has indeed killed me. Tell him I’m visiting some distant family- I’ll be listening from another room while he’s here. Talk things out- mention his actions might be considered a call for war, and let him know Eden and Wonderland are friendlier than he presumed. It’s about time he got his blow.”

“And when do we let the public know you’re alive and well?” Seonghwa asked. 

“After whenever the Colonel confirms,” you said. “Also, Wooyoung should be arriving in a day or two. I’ll wait for him before we make our decision, if that’s alright.”

Yeosang and Seonghwa looked at each other, stifling their smiles. You glared at the two. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” the two said simultaneously and you groaned. 

“I called him because he can handle the Colonel better!” You almost yelled and they laughed.

“You don’t need to justify yourself-”

“Shut up, Seonghwa.”

“Yes, Princess,” he saluted mockingly and you glared at him but you were amused. 

“I’m going to get some sleep- let me know if something happens,” you announced and went to your room, washing up and wearing a simple grey robe to bed. 

But you lay in your bed, eyes wide open, the sinking feeling in your heart growing. Something, you felt, was wrong. Or maybe it was just the anxiety with whatever was happening. You tried to dismiss it and get some sleep.

—-------------------

Wooyoung and Hongjoong reached quicker than they had expected to, and as they stood outside the house that was once the Queen’s home when she was just a girl, they found themselves anxious, not knowing what to say to you- they knew now that you were truly alive and it was just a goddamned rumour. But if you learned that rumour was the one that finally pulled your father’s hand through death’s door…

Hongjoong took a deep breath, patting Wooyoung’s back. “You go first.”

Wooyoung looked helpless but he nodded, ringing the bell and Seonghwa opened the door. He frowned when he saw not only Wooyoung but also Hongjoong. “Fancy seeing you here…” he faltered when he saw how grim Hongjoong looked. 

“Is y/n here right now?” Hongjoong asked and he nodded, letting them in. Yeosang spotted them and smiled at the two, greeting them but pausing abruptly when he saw Hongjoong’s face- contorted as if holding back pain. 

“What’s wrong?” Yeosang frowned. “Did something happen back at the castle?”

“Where’s the Princess?” Hongjoong asked and Yeosang told him she was upstairs in her room. Hongjoong took a deep breath.

“I have news to deliver,” he bit his lips. “The King…”

Seonghwa and Yeosang watched Hongjoong sigh and take a seat in front of the fireplace, putting his head in his hands. Yeosang walked in disbelief to him, kneeling down in front of him and patting his knee. “What about the King?”

“He has passed away, Yeosang.”

Yeosang blinked in disbelief. “How? His condition wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“No, but-”

The sound of footsteps coming down made them all sigh. They watched your face change into delight when you spotted not only Wooyoung but also Hongjoong but then your smile fell. “Hongjoong? Is something wrong?”

“Y/n, take a seat first,” Seonghwa walked to you and took your hand in his and you unconsciously followed him, letting him seat you in front of the late King’s Right Hand.

“Is… father okay?” Your voice almost hitched but you straightened. 

Hongjoong got up and joined you, sitting beside you. As the King’s Right Hand and someone who had worked so closely with the royal family, someone who knew their matters like he was himself family, he always felt like an elder brother to you- and you always teased that you were his little sister so he should spoil her. But when he took your hand and you noticed it trembling, you snatched it away and watched hurt flash past his eyes.

“What happened?” Your voice was steel.

“The King… he’s no more with us.”

Your heart sank like nothing you had ever experienced. “What do you mean he’s no more with us?” You looked at Wooyoung who shook his head. You looked back at Hongjoong, your breath quickening with every passing second, the room as silent as death itself. “He was fine!”

It came out more like a statement and yell rather than the question you had intended it to be. Yeosang, who was near you, tried to hold you, do anything, but you walked away from him too. “What really happened, Hongjoong?”

“His condition wasn’t so good- you know what state he was in when you left. He never got better, y/n. His condition worsened the evening before yesterday’s, and then-”

He stopped before he’d break down himself- his head fell between his shoulders and he shook. Seonghwa rubbed Hongjoong’s back but you- you couldn’t process this. You looked at Yeosang and Wooyoung, looked at the sadness and pity in their eyes, and realised that yes, there was a reason for the sinking feeling in your heart. How could you not know when your own father had left you?

“He was in the hospital wing, was he not?” You asked silently and Hongjoong nodded. “What happened?”

You didn’t miss the way Hongjoong glanced at Wooyoung- they were still debating if telling you that a rumour about her death was one of the factors. “Stop hiding things from me,” you seethed at both of them. “What really happened? Was he killed? Was he poisoned?”

“No,” Wooyoung was the first to speak this time, taking a cautious step towards you. “It was natural, but…”

“There was a strange rumour spreading in the castle, and he heard it and didn’t take it well,” Hongjoong admitted but regretted it immediately when he watched the realisation flash across Seonghwa, Yeosang and your eyes. “Is there something I should know?”

“What rumour?” Your voice was almost a whisper. “What… rumour?”

“Y/n,” Yeosang wasn’t having it anymore- he rubbed your shoulders and wrapped you in a tight hug while you stared into the distance. You watched Seonghwa whisper something to Hongjoong and when they both paled and Hongjoong met your eyes, you knew it.

You… with your foolish schemes and stupid rumours… you had killed your father.

“It’s not possible,” you broke apart from Yeosang. “It’s… not possible- the rumour, how did he hear it? Why did it reach his ears in the first place, I-”

You ran a hand through your hair, clenching them harshly in the process. “I killed him,” you laughed hysterically. “I killed my father.”

“Y/n,” Hongjoong wiped his eyes and watched you sink to the ground and shake with sobs, almost hyperventilating. He sank down next to you and held you in his arms for the longest time while you processed it.

“Hongjoong, I killed him,” you cried and broke apart, wriggling away and getting up and hiding in a corner. Hongjoong watched you hitting your head against the wall with slow thuds repeatedly and he got up.

“It’s not your fault, y/n,” he said as he walked to you. “As bad as it sounds, it’s not your fault.”

“It is, at least partially it is,” you were laughing in disbelief now. “All this talk about love and I killed my own father-”

“Y/n-”

“I should have known!” You bellowed, turning and shaking your head furiously, trying to move for the nearest object- anything. Hongjoong and Yeosang had seen you react that way only once- when your mother had passed away and you had turned your room upside down- not violently, but enough. Hongjoong grabbed you by the arms and heard you ramble on about how you were stupid, you made a foolish plan and that you can not live with yourself anymore-

“Princess y/n!” Hongjoong yelled at you, shaking you furiously. “Princess, you are soon-to-be Queen of Wonderland! Get your wits together!” He sighed loudly. “Your father was on death’s door for days now. It doesn’t matter if the rumour itself led him there finally. He was in pain- you know it. His time had come, and you could do nothing about it. So grieve all you want tonight, but I want your wits back in the morning, you hear me?”

You were sobbing so hard you couldn’t even see the anger and pain etched on his face. Hongjoong gave you a brief hug before he looked at Wooyoung and nodded. “Take her to her room. I’ll bring tea in a while.”

You couldn’t face anyone and you wanted to hide in Hongjoong’s arms forever. But when Wooyoung took your hand in his and squeezed it, you broke apart and didn’t meet eyes with him, letting him take you upstairs and point at the two rooms. You entered your own room and he shut the door behind him before facing you.

“Oh, y/n,” he smiled sadly before wrapping you in a hug, rocking you back and forth and you sobbed silently in his arms.

“Tell me it’s my fault,” you almost whispered.

“It’s not,” he hugged you tighter. “Not your fault at all. I don’t want to hear it from your mouth again.”

“How will I live with this?” You wondered out loud. 

Wooyoung broke apart, wiping your face. “You’re going to wake up in the middle of the night time and time again, thinking whether it really was the rumour that you created that stopped your father’s heart. But Princess…” he kissed your forehead. “What would your father think if he saw you now?”

You scoffed. “He’d scold me.”

“Well then, Hongjoong really is wise,” he nodded, satisfied. “Cry all you want, but never blame yourself. Don’t let it eat you. Take it all out- on me. I’m here for you- and I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you earlier.”

“No, it’s okay,” you rested your head against his chest, breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of him. “Just… hold me.”

And he did- held you all the time in his arms. You would cry, you would sob and then you’d fall silent. He’d murmur soft assurances against your skin and you felt so, so tired. A knock sounded and Hongjoong entered with a tray holding three cups of tea. Sniffing, you took one when he offered you.

“I’ve heard the whole story from the two,” Hongjoong said. “You’ve done well, Princess. The rumour spreading out of proportion is not your fault, but I really don’t see any other way the Colonel would have been distracted enough. You saved many lives that night, and your father would be so proud of you for that.”

You smiled- you were done crying for now. You nodded slowly and Hongjoong immediately felt better. 

“I have suspicions that the Colonel learned earlier that you were alive and contributed to the rumour spreading like wildfire- of course, he couldn’t have imagined it would make the King’s condition worse, but he may have unintentionally done it. Now that the throne is empty, the acting king position is empty until you officially take the throne as queen. Maybe he thought with that rumour, a Utopian could have gotten close to the King and maybe taken his position since it’s no hidden fact that the King was unwell.”

You considered it- it was definitely a possibility that this was the Colonel’s planning- spreading the rumour like wildfire. “What do I do?”

“You rest tonight, knowing that your father is proud of you for saving the lives of the people of the town that your mother loved,” Hongjoong got up, patting your head. “Tonight, you’re just your father’s daughter. Tomorrow, you are the Princess, and we get back to business. We need to go back as soon as possible.”

You nodded and thanked him before he left, hoping he’d understand you were thanking him for many things- for being there for your father in your absence, for conveying the news personally, for being the solid rock for you. You finished your tea and placed the cup on the table. You watched Wooyoung do the same and he told you he’d be back after changing. You waited anxiously and when he was back, he immediately crawled in bed with you.

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked and you nodded. He tucked your hair behind your ears and caressed your cheek with his fingers. You gazed at him- you had missed him so much. 

“What do you want to do?” He whispered, “Should I let you sleep?”

You drew your hand up and ran a hand lovingly through his hair. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

Wooyoung’s heart swelled at that. “Of course.”

Your fingers travelled all along the structure of his face, tracing his jaw and your thumb traced his lower lip. You leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his parted lips, drawing back and meeting eyes with him- he was clearly holding back. You kissed him again, this time deeper and he hesitantly replied, deepening the kiss and holding your face in his hands. You let him take the lead, let him drink your sadness away, let him heal you as best as he could. He drew back and kissed your forehead.

“Sleep, now,” he said and turned off the lamp by his table, positioning the both of you so you were in his arms, head resting on his chest as he caressed your hair and your back. 

It took you a while but you slept like a baby, his arms evaporating all your exhaustion away.

—-------------------

It was a few days later that you stood at your father’s grave, right next to your mother’s, back in her hometown. You couldn’t help but smile- your mother and father had long promised to be buried next to each other, and when your mother expressed her wish to be buried in her hometown, your father had no problem.

A love like your mother and father had- your father often said he was waiting to meet with your mother after her death. You sometimes wondered if he really didn’t care for you, if all he wanted was to just be together with your mother, but now you realise that when you loved someone… you really couldn’t bear being apart from them.

The grave was already decorated with various flowers from the citizens. You didn’t contribute, you only thought about what you wanted to tell your father.

Thank you for being there for me all this time.

When you had reached the castle after your father’s death and seen him for the last time, you were glad your friends were there to hold you while you broke down. You spent that night huddled between Hongjoong and Yeosang, sitting in front of the fire while the three of you recalled the old times- when your parents were alive and everything was good and well.

The next day as you went through your father’s belongings, you noticed a letter addressed to you in his drawer. For a moment, you thought it was a letter he couldn’t dispatch, something related to the mission you went on, but upon reading, you realised it was a goodbye letter.

You teared up as you read it- the letter addressed to his ‘beautiful and brave daughter’. You often insisted that you were neither very beautiful nor brave, but it was your father who always insisted you were both. 

The letter made you realise he kind of knew he didn’t have much time anyway- he hadn’t written this recently since the ink on the pages wasn’t very fresh and smudged from a few places- as if your father himself went through the letter again and again.

Reading it changed you though- it gave you your nerves of steel stronger than before. You had a big responsibility on your shoulders now, and your father insisted that you never disappoint him- that mistakes were okay as long as we held ourselves accountable for it. 

So you fulfilled your father’s wish of his burial- simple with family and close friends- next to your mother. And now that you were done with this job, you had one last thing to do-

Crown yourself queen.

You sighed deeply- were you fit to be? The King insisted you were, but of course, he was your father. The nation was still shaken after the havoc the Utopian officer had created. You had dispatched the letter first thing the morning after Wooyoung came with the news of your father’s death, and the Colonel was back in his homeland. 

You would become queen, yes, but you had one last job to do.

You bowed deeply in front of the graves, raising your head high after. You were not only the Princess- you were a part of the Wanderer’s Society, the people who took on their shoulders the job of keeping the people of this nation safe from the shadows. The people who served the throne with their life. Once you became queen, you wouldn’t be able to keep being an active part of the Wanderer’s Society- you couldn’t continue to be an assassin while being queen. So you had to do one last job before your coronation.

“You’re smiling rather suspiciously,” Prince Yunho, who had just arrived, commented. You turned to greet him- he was in his official uniform of emerald green this time. After exchanging bows, he came forward and spread his arms. You sighed before hugging him, enveloped in his large frame.

“I’m so sorry to hear about the King,” he said. “He was truly an amazing man, and I wouldn’t be where I am now without him.”

You broke apart, smiling. “I’m sure he’ll say you flatter him too much.”

Yunho grinned. “I flatter him just the right amount. Also, my father apologises for not making it.”

“Ah, it’s okay,” you nodded- Yunho’s father was not in the best condition as well, and you knew he would be grieving enough. After all, that man was your father’s best friend. “I’ll visit him- my father left a few things for him.”

Yunho raised a brow in surprise but nodded. “Of course he did.”

You let him pay his respects while you walked to where Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Mingi and Wooyoung waited. Wooyoung looked positively confused- of course, no one had any idea how close the Prince of Eden and you were. It was news to him too. You rolled your eyes at his expressions and gave him a nod- a promise to explain it to him later.

In about half an hour, you were back in your mother’s house with dinner ready. You let the men do the talking, getting to know each other, and Wooyoung couldn’t hold in his curiosity and finally asked how the two of you were so close. Yunho explained about the relationship between your fathers after a glance at you- their friendship wasn’t very public in case the other nations might get suspicious. Wooyoung was surprised- he hadn’t expected this and he appreciated that Eden and Wonderland were on such friendly terms. He had also not expected even Mingi to get along with all of you- it looked like you and your court had met Yunho and his court more often than anyone could imagine.

It was late into the night when you all sat by the fireplace, the rest of the house empty except the seven of you, sipping on tea as you exchanged stories, that you cleared your throat to get their attention.

“I have to get crowned before the end of this month, as you all know,” you met eyes with each of them and they nodded. 

“Our posts are going to change now, huh?” Yeosang rubbed his face anxiously. “If I’m the Right Hand, where does Hongjoong go?”

“Retirement,” Mingi joked and the room burst into laughter while Hongjoong yelled at them.

“I’ll be the Queen’s personal advisor, thank you very much,” Hongjoong sat straighter, glaring at each of them. “We’ll have to appoint guards that stay with you at all times too. You will no longer say that you can ‘protect yourself’.”

“But I can,” you pouted but Hongjoong shook his head. “I guess San and Jongho will take the job? They’re the ones who usually tag with me when I make official tours, though this time, I made them stay back as the supervisors.”

“They’re good people,” Mingi nodded. “You remember that I grew up with them, right? I can assure you they won’t let you down.”

“I believe you, and I’ve seen it for myself too,” you nodded, smiling- the two had provided you with most of the training you needed as an assassin, though they weren’t aware and thought of it as self-defence. “They’re good people.”

“You’re all such a happy family,” Seonghwa wiped a fake tear, and Wooyoung patted his thigh- the two were feeling left out and were being dramatic. You scoffed in amusement but straightened.

“All of you… in this room, right now, are the people who are aware that while I lived my life as a Princess, I also had another ‘job’,” you glanced at Seonghwa- he had only discovered this recently and was still processing the fact that the Princess he had only seen dressed up in pretty gowns and worrying about how her hair or nails looked was the same person who could slit your throat before you could blink. Yunho and Mingi knew you were a part of the Wanderer’s Society- Mingi himself was, however, they weren’t aware of the exact role you had and all of you preferred it that way, in case you ever got caught. Likewise, you weren’t aware of Mingi’s role- he could be an assassin like you or even the current head of the society for all you knew. You supposed Yunho would be aware of his role, just like Yeosang was aware of yours.

“When I take the crown as the Queen of Wonderland, I’ll have to step down from other activities- I’ll be inactive physically but still a part of my group. However, right now… I’m still a princess, and I have one last task to perform before I officially resign.”

“I’m having a bad feeling about this, Princess,” Hongjoong muttered.

You ignored his remark. “Wooyoung and I will be travelling to Utopia unofficially and undercover, and we’ll be eliminating a certain Colonel. That is my last job.”

“Wait a minute,” Wooyoung frowned in confusion, leaning forward. “Why am I only hearing this now?”

“Because I was still not sure, but I took this job- for both the Wanderer’s Society and for personal reasons,” you were clenching your jaw as you paused. “While I’m gone, I’d appreciate it if Yunho can take care of the official matters.”

“I can,” Yunho shifted uncomfortably, “but isn’t this… too risky? Too dangerous?”

“Which is why I’m preparing all of you for any scenario,” you weren’t going to listen to any protest now. “Seonghwa- you need to unofficially get your soldiers on high alert- when I eliminate my target, there is no knowing how bad it can get. I think as long as the people think he was killed by a local, we’ll be fine, but we need to prepare for the worst case scenario.”

“They’ve been prepared since the Colonel entered the land,” Seonghwa nodded. “But I’ll prepare them for any emergency.”

“Good,” you nodded, ignoring Yeosang biting his nails nervously as he tried to meet eyes with you. “I trust you to do a good job- as long as the borders are secure, we’ll be fine.” Seonghwa nodded and you looked at Hongjoong and he hid further in the couch, dreading what came next. “Hongjoong…”

“Don’t even start-”

“In the worst case scenario- if I’m captured, I want you to wait 90 days before you pronounce me dead and take the throne- I have all the documents in my locker, prepared. You’ll immediately be crowned King, and I’ll leave the nation in your hands-”

“That’s bullshit,” Hongjoong shook his head furiously and got up, startling Yeosang who had been sitting next to him. “I won’t allow this. You won’t be stepping out of this house or your castle- Wooyoung and Seonghwa can take care of the Colonel-”

“It is my job, Hongjoong,” you locked eyes with him, not backing down. “And he has to die by my own hands. I’ll come back alive, but I want you to do what I said if I don’t.”

“I cannot be King,” Hongjoong’s eyes were glazed as he groaned. “You’re- this is unfair.”

You didn’t stop him when he stepped out and went to the nearest room, shutting the door a bit loudly. The others looked nervously at each other. “Should we do something?”

“Let him be,” Yeosang shook his head. “It’s very overwhelming, Princess. I ought to get angry but I’m more pissed that I’m the only person who really understands why you must do this.”

“Oh, thank goodness-”

“Though I want to shackle you until the coronation,” he glared at you. “This is a stupid and dangerous plan. Are you sure you’ll even be able to come back when you enter Utopia? And when you assassinate the Colonel… you know it’ll be the end of your royal reign if word gets out that you’re an assassin.”

“Ah,” Mingi looked at Yunho. “I told you she was an assassin. I won the bet.”

“You bet on that?” Wooyoung raised his arms and ran his hands through his hair in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m the one saying this… but you all are crazy.”

“I’m still wondering just how I’ll pass through Utopia, so if anyone has any ideas, feel free to share. It’ll be better if I could pass in plain sight since barely any people recognise me anyway. Now… I’ll take care of Hongjoong. Does anyone have any objections other than this whole plan taking place?”

“All our objections are about this whole plan,” Seonghwa sighed.

“Well then. Get some sleep, all of you.”

“As if I could,” Yeosang got up, muttering as he straightened his clothes. “She tells me she’s going to the enemy land to assassinate their beloved officer and expects me to sleep.”

You patted Yeosang’s back and he cringed away, making the rest of them laugh. Yunho and Mingi said their goodbyes and went to their room, Seonghwa said he needed to think so he was going to take a walk, and you were left with Wooyoung.

“I have so much to ask you,” Wooyoung sighed. 

“Wait for me in my room, will you?” You said and he nodded, patting your arm before going upstairs. You took a deep breath, walked to Hongjoong’s room and knocked.

“If you’re the Princess, don’t come in,” Hongjoong’s voice was muffled. “If you’re anyone else, you can come in.”

You opened the door and put a hand on your heart. “Ouch.”

“Go away, I don’t want to see you,” Hongjoong stood by the window, gazing out. You, being the stubborn friend that you were, joined him and made puppy eyes at him until he gave in and smiled exasperatedly. “What?”

“You know I can’t do this without you,” you looked pointedly at Hongjoong. “And you’re the only person I trust to run this kingdom if I’m not present- even if I die without an heir.”

“You must know it’s quite pressuring that you think so highly of me, even though it’s a little flattering.”

“You’re my brother, Hongjoong,” you grinned at him and he finally grinned back. “You know you’re the closest thing I have to family- you and Yeosang. You’ll make a better king, in fact, than I’ll make queen.”

“Oh, shut up,” Hongjoong swatted his hand in dismissal. “Stop with the buttering- you’re fit to be queen. Don’t ever think otherwise. If the public had any inkling of the things you’ve done for them, the dangers you’ve faced for them…” he ran a hand through his brown hair. “I’ll let you go but I’ll have my own few conditions as well.”

“Name them,” you exhaled in relief. 

“First and foremost, return alive,” Hongjoong said and you rolled your eyes. “Second, if you don’t return within two weeks, I will do whatever I please- that might be marching to Utopia with an army and demanding your return or threatening with war, or something else. Don’t think I’ll just simply sit on my ass for the 90 days- god forbid if it comes to that.”

“You really love me, don’t you?” You batted your lashes at him teasingly and he slapped the top of your head, making you scowl. But when he spread his arms, you didn’t hesitate to hug him.

“Stay safe,” he said. You knew Hongjoong wasn’t one to display his affection in many words or hugs like this, but when he did… you have to take him seriously. You broke the hug and saluted.

After leaving his room, you made a detour to the kitchen to grab some chocolate before going to your room, where Wooyoung was drying his hair with a towel- apparently he had washed up before you. You made a satisfied face as you tossed him half of the chocolate bar. “I like your hair wet.”

Wooyoung scoffed, smirking as he scanned you. “You know what I like wet?”

You weren’t having any of that. “Your eyes when I punch you in the face?”

Wooyoung threw his head back as he laughed and you stifled the blush that threatened to creep up your cheeks. You sat on the other end of the couch, facing him as you nibbled on your chocolate. He tossed the towel away and looked at you- serious. “What’s with your new plan?”

You took a deep breath and explained how killing the Colonel was something that you two must do yourself- the Colonel should not be underestimated. The spy that the Wanderer’s Society had planted in his close circle had been caught by him and he barely escaped being beaten to death. And the Colonel had to die in his homeland.

“How will you of all the people travel to Utopia undetected?” Wooyoung asked. Your heart clenched dangerously at that- you did have a plan but you weren’t sure if that would succeed. “Something tells me you’ve already decided.”

“I have,” you nodded, swallowing the anxiety. “But first… I need to ask you a few questions, Wooyoung.”

He raised a brow. “I’m listening.”

“The first is a rather simple question, and I might be intruding on your privacy, but… I need to know if you have learned the identity of the person who caused your parent’s death.”

Wooyoung’s face didn’t give away any indication of an emotion and you sat nervously fidgeting, raising your brows when he didn’t answer. “Have you?”

“When I ran a background check on you before we became familiar with each other,” you passed him a guilty smile, “I may have found something. So I want to know if you know his identity or what you want me to do with this information. I can pretend I know nothing-”

“Is he still alive?” Wooyoung’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Yes,” you answered hesitantly. “Do you want justice, or do you want revenge?”

That question was something Wooyoung would have to think over. “I just… I don’t want to make it public, if you can understand. I don’t want people to remember who I was- but… I still want to take a look at him and see what I want to do. Maybe I’ll kill him, maybe I’ll let you handle it. If I go for the latter… will you help me?”

“Of course,” you moved closer, putting a hand over his. “I only wanted to let you know, Wooyoung. I’ll do anything you want me to do- I owe you that after what you’ve done for me.”

“You owe me nothing,” Wooyoung shook his head, smiling. “Thank you. We’ll deal with it together later, okay?”

You nodded and took a deep breath, “There’s something else I want to ask.” You finished eating the chocolate and fidgeted with your hands as you scanned his face- could you really do it? Could you ask this of Wooyoung? Did he even like you?

“You look like you’re going to throw up,” Wooyoung frowned, holding your hands in his and pulling you closer. “What’s up? What’s got you so nervous?”

You took a deep breath. “You need to be honest with me because it’s going to change the future. And if you refuse my offer, I want us to carry out the plan without anything changing- can you promise me that?”

Wooyoung tilted his head in confusion- he had no idea where you were going with this. “I can do that.”

You nodded slowly, wondering how you should word it. “What… is this thing we have, Wooyoung? What are we doing?”

Realisation flashed across Wooyoung’s face. “You want to know what I feel for you?”

“More or less,” you nodded, glancing at the way his hands had started caressing yours. “It’s just… I’m not a princess anymore. Things will change when I’m crowned queen, and I’d like to know how that would change us.”

“How would you like it to change us?” Wooyoung was smiling now.

“Wooyoung,” you whined. “I asked you. Just answer.”

“Honestly?” Wooyoung began and your heart swooped. “I’m afraid I’ll make you overwhelmed.”

You scoffed. “I was afraid I would make you overwhelmed.”

Wooyoung laughed. “Well then. Do you want me to tell you what exactly you make me feel?” One of his hands tucked your hair behind, tracing the outline of your face and he traced your lips, gazing intently. “I know you’re the princess and now the queen. I’m only a mere man, y/n, without a true home. Officially, I’m a Utopian. I don’t think I’m good enough for you, though you’ve made me feel like a prince, and hell, even a king when you’re with me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle the sob that threatened to escape you at his words. “I… I’ve never bared myself like this in front of anyone, Wooyoung, like I have with you. You didn’t make me feel like an alien and frankly, that was the best part,” you both laughed at that- he could understand. He himself had seen how people acted around you, and knew you didn’t like the special treatment all that much. “You’ve won my heart over and over again, even though you’re the most annoying brat I’ve encountered in my goddamn life,” you paused as Wooyoung laughed happily. “I think I love you- no, I do love you. I’m sure of it. And… before I’m crowned queen, I want you to know this- that if you’d like to have me, I’ll be yours- of course, you can reject me too, you’re not bound to love me or anything-”

You paused when you saw Wooyoung grinning cheekily. “What’s so funny?”

“I just…” Wooyoung broke apart from you, hiding his face and sighing- for a moment you feared he thought you were too much, but then he looked at you and you couldn’t believe he was shy. “How could I dare to ask you? I know I treated you like my friend, not the scary princess that people believe you to be, and I know that was stupidly brave of me, but I never believed myself stupid enough to tell you how I felt about you. I thought you were playing with me when I teased you and you responded positively- I didn’t think myself lucky enough that you liked me.”

You laughed at that. “You’re really making me feel like the alien you insist that I’m not.”

“Put yourself in my shoes, y/n,” he scoffed, scooting closer. “That night when I took the first step… when you let me hug you, I thought I was just lucky to be there. But then… you let me kiss you.”

“Shut up,” you looked away, unable to hide the flush that you were sure covered the entirety of your face.

“For a moment, I really thought you were going to kill me that night,” his voice was low now and you couldn’t help but lock eyes with him as he said that. “But then you kissed me back. And after that, I’ve been a mess. I’m in love with you- I’ve been in love with you ever since I got to know you. And I’ve been so afraid that you’d just simply let me go one day.”

“I could never,” you assured him and he got up at that, pacing across the room in disbelief. You were amused by his reaction- a flustered Wooyoung was fun. He stopped and shook his head at you, standing in front of you while you still sat on the couch, towering over you. Then suddenly, he was on his knees and holding your hands, kissing your knuckles. 

“I’m yours, as you please,” Wooyoung sighed happily as he said that. “I don’t deserve this. You deserve someone better than me.”

You held his face in your hands, tucking his wet hair away. “You deserve someone better than me. The life you’ll have with me, if you accept me… it’s going to be hard. I don’t want that for you.”

“It’s not going to be so hard if you’ll be there at the end of each day, waiting for me, just like this,” he almost whispered and you couldn’t hold back. You kissed his forehead long and good, hoping it conveyed what you felt in the moment. You smiled as you caressed his face. 

“If I have you with me for the rest of my life, Wooyoung,” you looked proudly at him. “I think I’ll be just fine. I think I’ll never be sad again. I love you so much- that’ll be enough for me. I hope you’ll love me back.”

“Of course I will,” he kissed the palm that cradled his face. 

“I must say I’m quite surprised, though,” you began and he frowned in confusion. “I thought you’d reply with something like ‘I’m too good for you’, or ‘I’m too hot for you’. Your reaction was pretty mild- I was prepared for that response too, just so you know.”

Wooyoung scoffed. “You think too poorly of me, my queen.”

My queen. You bit your lip as you heard that. It sounded beautiful coming from his mouth. He must have seen your eyes change at that because he slowly got up and on the couch, still towering over you as he lowered slowly and cupped your face with both his hands, your own fisting his shirt as he leaned forward, making you lean back until you were half lying, which was when he brought his lips to yours and kissed you excruciatingly slow- so unlike him. 

Your hold on his shirt tightened as you kissed him back slowly, not rushing as if you had all the time in this world. You had- with him. He loved you back. You couldn’t believe it. You drew back and looked at him, memorising every angle, every curve of his face. He did the same, caressing your cheekbones lightly.

Then he was back to kissing you, this time more desperate, more passionate, tongues colliding and open mouthed kisses exchanged, his hands travelling all over your upper body while you held at his neck, angling him better as you kissed him- oh, the things he made you feel. Your stomach was a flurry of butterflies and your heart sounded in your ears. He made a mess of you and you couldn’t have enough of it.

Wooyoung swallowed your moans, never breaking apart but groaned loudly when you bit his lower lip, smirking into the kiss after that. Before you could have the opportunity of undressing him first, he broke the kiss and frowned in confusion.

“What did professing our love have to do with killing the Colonel? I’m still lost.”

“Oh,” you chuckled- you got sidetracked. “I have a little something for you.”

You pushed him back playfully, his hungry gaze following you as you walked to your table and slid the drawer open, smiling to yourself as you grabbed the little box and turned. “I hope you’ll marry me, Wooyoung, these rings were quite hard to get.”

Wooyoung slumped down in disbelief. 

“Of course, not right away, it’s just a sort of… engagement? A very unofficial token of my love to you,” you sat next to him, laughing at his expressions when you showed off twin silver bands- yours with a little diamond encased in the middle. “We really shouldn’t go public with the strained relations between Utopia and Wonderland right now. You know the people won’t understand who you really are. I want to keep you to myself as long as I can.”

“Of course, I understand, I just…” he sighed, shaking his head yet again at your actions- you were quite unpredictable. “I accept, of course.”

“As you should,” you teased, sliding the ring on his hand and he slid yours, the two of you admiring how it looked for a few moments.

“I still don’t understand how our engagement will kill the Colonel- unless he has also professed his undying love for you-”

“The public doesn’t know my face,” you grinned. “You’ll travel with your newly wed wife to Utopia.”

Wooyoung’s smile fell and for a moment, you were scared but then he clapped dramatically. “That’s genius.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Also making me wonder if all of this,” he was referring to the love confessions you had made earlier, “was just to get me to take you to Utopia-”

“Come on,” you slapped his arm. “Even I wouldn’t go to such lengths.”

“Oh, but you would,” Wooyoung took the empty box from your hand and tossed it to the table. “You would definitely use me like that, and that scares me.”

“You’re annoying as fuck, Wooyoung,” you scoffed. “I would definitely do that with someone, just not you.”

Wooyoung laughed loudly at that and you put your hands over your ears- as much as you loved him, you still weren’t used to his hyena laugh yet. Wooyoung practically pounced at you and pinned your hands back to the surface of the couch, now on top of you. He smirked before trailing kisses along your collarbone and neck, making you groan and whimper underneath him especially since your hands were pinned by his and your legs couldn’t do much under his either.

“I want to ruin you tonight, Princess,” he whispered in your ear, sending a flush of heat throughout your body. 

“Already?” You teased- you absolutely loved provoking him. “I thought you had better control, Mr. Jung.”

“Not with you,” he trailed his lips along your jaw, leaving kisses in his wake. “Never with you.”

He finally met where you most wanted him on your lips and you were kissing each other again, your arms pinned still. When you couldn’t hold back any longer, you pushed him away only to drag him to the bed and throw him harshly, getting on top of him and unbuttoning his shirt, running your hands all over his toned muscles before straddling him and making him throw his head back and groan.

“What a pretty sight,” you commented, moving closer and kissing his jaw. “Do you agree to the plan?”

“Totally,” he muttered and you chuckled at his lack of retorts. However, soon he had you speechless as well, after you made a mess of him. It was his turn and he didn’t hold back, going as far as you’d allow him but making the most of it, leaving you gasping for breath and feeling fulfilled. He kept muttering things about how much he loved you, what he wanted to do with you, how he wanted to stay with you for the rest of his life, and you truly felt loved.

—-------------------

“You’re showing off too much, don’t attract unnecessary attention.”

“I’m a newlywed man, of course I’ll show off,” Wooyoung scoffed, patting your cheek lovingly. You rolled your eyes, glancing around to see if the other passengers in the train had noticed you. “If you keep looking around like that, people will think we are running off. Just act natural.”

“Act natural,” you mocked, “when I’m doing this for the first time. How are you a natural at this? Have you had practice?”

“Of course,” Wooyoung teased. “I do this every other day. A side job, you could say. Acting as someone’s fake husband and helping them travel illegally.”

“You must have so much fun,” you shook your head at him. He leaned closer to your face, making you blink.

“You only have to look like you’re in love with me.”

“But I am,” you frowned.

“Right now it looks like I’m the person you hate the most in this world and to make it worse, you’re acting as if I’m taking you hostage or something,” Wooyoung laughed. You couldn’t help but laugh at that as well- you were really nervous because you had never travelled like this- dressed as an average woman of the town, travelling with her ‘husband’.

Of course, nobody suspected you. Apart from the fact that the people didn’t really know what the Princess looked like since you hadn’t been out much from a few years ever since the public assassination attempt of your father, you were realising that you blended right in. Faking the documents was the easiest part since the Wanderer’s Society had connections. It was only a matter of crossing the identity check at the border and after that, you felt like you could finally breathe. 

You were dropped at the outskirts of the town and the two of you took a carriage to Wooyoung’s home, which was an hour’s ride away- in the Capital, where the Colonel also resided. You would have to be careful there- you were sure some of them could now easily recognise you.

A lot of people knew Wooyoung so as soon as you were dropped off near Wooyoung’s house, he took you to his basement, where you changed into a maid’s outfit- no one would look at you twice if you dressed up like that. When you looked in the mirror, you almost couldn’t recognise yourself- you were only used to dressing up like a princess or as a man. 

Wooyoung knocked on the door before entering, scanning you. “You look…”

“Normal?” You grinned.

“Normal,” he confirmed, “Though I must say, I quite like this look on you.”

“Oh, shut up,” you twirled in front of the mirror, the black and white lace dress hugging your figure, the white headpiece finishing it off. Your hair was tied in a plain bun- something you weren’t used to.

“Well, you don’t have to stay in the basement,” Wooyoung said, and you noticed he had changed to a button down shirt, now rolling his sleeves up. “Let’s cook.”

“Cook?” You frowned.

“Come on, you’re the maid,” he teased. “You should be cooking for me.”

You raised your brows- he was trying hard to hide his smirk. “You love teasing me, don’t you?”

“I love riling you up,” he admitted with a guilty grin. 

“Well, Mr. Jung Wooyoung,” you made sure the way you walked was playful and slow, making Wooyoung smirk. You reached him and ran a finger down his bare arms. “Let’s see how good you are in the kitchen.”

It was a challenge and he accepted it. Soon, you were his maid, scoffing as he ordered you around the kitchen while he did most of the work, expertly cutting and slicing vegetables and meat. He asked you to peel a potato and you stood in the middle of the kitchen, wondering of the how, where, why-

“Just… give me that,” he snatched the potato from your hand and you laughed. “Sit and watch.”

“You should have let me do that in the first place,” you grinned, sitting on the stool at the other side of the counter while Wooyoung did his thing in front of you. Elbows on table and face resting between your hands, you watched him cook and you had to admit… he looked sexy when he knew what he was doing.

“How did you learn to cook?” You asked and he glanced at you before he answered.

“Cooking is the one thing I’ve always enjoyed,” he admitted and you ooh-ed at that. “I think I always liked my parents working in the kitchen together. It came as a hobby later in my life though.”

“Ah…” you nodded slowly. “What were your parents like?”

He smiled as he mixed the soup. “Ordinary- just a man and woman in love, worried about the little things in life. I think they would have liked you very much.”

You straightened. “Really? Not many people are fans of me.”

“They’d like you- just you, like this,” he grinned at you.

Your heart swelled at that. “You need to show me a picture of them if you have it- I’d like to see who you look like.”

“I have,” he confirmed, finishing cooking and started putting things in the bowls. You helped him, setting the table and finally, you were sitting with a full meal in front of you.

“I am very impressed, Wooyoung, I’ll only admit this once in my life,” you said after you took a bite of the meat he’d cooked. “This is the last thing I expected from you. I thought you’d set the house on fire- in fact, I was prepared to run.”

Wooyoung laughed. “You underestimate me way too much. It hurts me, woman.”

“Ah,” you took a sip of the soup, the warmth of it making you pleased. “Went from calling me ‘my queen’ to ‘woman’ in a couple of days.”

Wooyoung scoffed- you were being more playful than usual. Perhaps it was the nerves that came with the gravity of the situation and mission. Perhaps you needed a distraction coping from the loss. Whatever it was, he was pleased to be the one who could give you what you want.

“What would you like me to call you? Wife?” He glanced at you, smirking when you almost dropped your spoon.

“When we’re out here, yes,” you nodded, smiling at the thought of it as glimpses of what could be a possible future flooded your mind for a good second. “How are we going to get rid of the Colonel though? Won’t people get suspicious if we kill him so soon after your arrival?”

“I say let’s wait a week, plan it all out nice and good, pretend we’re really husband and wife while we’re here,” he winked at you and you flushed. “After we do the deed, you will need to disappear- we can have no contact. You said you had a plan?”

“Dear old friend Yunho,” you smirked and Wooyoung gasped in realisation. “Since the Colonel has acquainted himself well in Eden too, Mingi will have to come to pay his respects to the dead. Yunho will tag with the excuse of inquiring about the King while he does some personal stuff too. I’ll go back as one of his maids.”

“As good as the plan is,” Wooyoung finished eating, locking eyes with you. “I kind of don’t want anyone else to see you like this.”

You stifled your smile, finishing your own food as well and drinking water as you stared back at him. “Why? Scared if someone else might make a move?”

“Who would dare?” His voice was almost a whisper and your stomach swooped at that. 

“Who would dare,” you mused. “Only you have been brave enough.”

“Well, I hope your heart doesn’t flutter if someone else is as stupid as me,” he laughed, clearing the table and you watched him wash the dishes. Your heart swelled at the sight of what could have been an ordinary future with him- you had one week and you planned to make the most of it- with him- before you get down to business.

So you creeped behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back, hearing the faint rhythm of his heartbeat. You felt his body shake as he chuckled. “What?”

“I’m not used to this,” Wooyoung admitted, continuing to wash the rest of the dishes. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been single all your life- that would be a big lie.”

“No, I mean… I’m usually the one doing stuff like this.”

“Well,” you grinned. “Now that the tables have turned… Do you like it? When I hug you like this or…” you trailed your finger down his spine, making him tickle. “When I tease you?”

“I think I do,” he turned off the tap and dried his hands and then he unlocked your hands and turned, immediately cupping your face and kissing you long and hard before breaking apart. “I like this.”

You smiled, bringing him back for a kiss and he picked you up to gain better access, placing you on the kitchen counter as he made out with you. You loved this feeling- you had nothing to worry about right now, there were no interruptions, just you and him. As you broke apart for a break, you played with his hair, admiring his features. 

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” Wooyoung chuckled. 

“I was just thinking,” you smirked. “When else are we going to have a moment in the kitchen? Romance is not going to be very domestic back in the castle- though we could always go to my mother’s home for a retreat.”

“You really like me in the kitchen, don’t you?” Wooyoung shook his head as he laughed, pecking your lips. 

“I just…” you sighed. “I don’t think I’m ready to be queen. I want to run away with you and live in a secluded place where it’ll be just you and me in a small, warm house. Where we could sit by the fireplace with the food that we made and drink tea late in the night in each other’s arms. Where I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else other than you.”

Wooyoung was nodding as he heard you out, caressing your face. “You know what is the first thing about you that immediately caught my attention?” You shook your head in denial and he began. “I’ve met my fair share of the royal family so I was expecting you to be something like them too- but even when you can command the room like a true, strict leader, you’re human. You have passion and sympathy in your eyes- not everyone has that. And surprisingly, you had the same look about you when we met as assassins.”

You made a confused face but nodded- you could get the gist of what he meant. He flicked your forehead and continued. “When I first conversed with you- when you were Princess, you were so… playful. Not in a bad way- you just somehow always know what to say. You can make the entire room smile and then sit straight within seconds. Only someone of your status could do that. And though I grew up kind of hating the people with power, I fell in love with you- because you know that you have power, you know when and how to wield it. I love that about you.”

You took a deep breath, looking up as you stifled your tears and smiled. You had never heard this from anyone, and Wooyoung… he really made you feel like you did a great job being the princess of Wonderland and would make a great queen. Wooyoung brought you in for a hug and you buried your face in his neck, sighing happily.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I sure am lucky,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll write that down for when you tell me I’m an annoying fuck,” Wooyoung said and you laughed out loud.

“You’re both,” you pecked his lips. “I’m glad that you are. You’re just what I needed. An annoying brat who’d be glad whenever I trample all over him-”

“Hey!” Wooyoung slapped your arm. “That’s not what I signed up for.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed, running your hand down his chest. “So? Are we taking this to the bedroom or do we make do with the kitchen?”

—------------------

The whole town was in a frenzy right after the Colonel was publicly assassinated. And what a timing it had been- eerily perfect, so the people could know it wasn’t a random attack. It was the Prince’s birthday and the whole town had been celebrating. The Colonel had arranged an outdoor party with his fellow coworkers, and though most of it had been hidden by the tents and decorations, you had been on one of the roofs that gave a nice view of the whole scene.

Of course, Wooyoung was attending the party too. He was the life of parties, he had boasted earlier, and you truly believed him when you saw him naturally mingling with everyone. Even the Colonel had been pleased with him. He looked too natural- you almost thought he had forgotten about the mission since you instructed him never to look at any of the rooftops. All he had to do was signal you of the right timing, and he did so when he accidentally dropped his whiskey glass, pretending to have been tipsy. As soon as he bent down to assess what he had done, you shot the Colonel, straight in the head.

The crowd screamed. Wooyoung and the other officers instructed everyone to rush indoors, and Wooyoung did whatever he would have done had he not been acquainted with you. He interrogated the guards. He was one of the key witnesses and looked over the investigation that would soon follow. Everything was perfect- you had disappeared into the night as soon as you shot the Colonel. It wasn’t hard to blend in the crowd at all- you were best at that.

Wooyoung came back late at night and he had to stop himself from rushing to you, but you were in your usual maid outfit since anyone could drop by, and you were in the basement, embroidering. A perfect cover. No one here would bat an eye.

“Are you safe?” Wooyoung asked. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at him standing in the middle of the room- you had been too absorbed in your thoughts. You nodded, taking a step and then almost rushing to him as you hugged him long and good. 

“I can’t believe it’s done.”

“You did well,” Wooyoung kissed your temple as he rocked you back and forth. “It’s all over now.”

You had avenged both your mother and your father, you felt like a burden had been lifted off of your shoulders. You looked at him, hands around his waist. “I think I should stay in the basement tonight, just to be safe. Anyone could come prowling in tonight.”

“I’m with you tonight then, right here,” Wooyoung led you to the couch. “It’s all over now.”

It really was- the next few days, Wooyoung was busy in the office as he investigated if there was foreign involvement in the assassination of the Colonel. However, the method was that of locals- Wooyoung had given you the necessary tips and provided you with the weapons, so it was ruled out. The Prince was enraged but could do nothing- especially when there was a rumour spreading that the Prince had fueled the Colonel to wreak havoc on Wonderland. 

Two days later, Prince Yunho arrived with his court to address the political situation- how Eden’s name was tainted due to the late Colonel’s and the Prince’s selfish reasons. The King was, as you expected, pissed, and promised to provide compensation to both Utopia and Eden.

It was time to part ways with Wooyoung- early in the morning, you were going to leave with Yunho, dressed as one of his court members- the clothes he had already sent via Wooyoung. After preparing everything for tomorrow, you stood with your hands on your hips, recalling every instruction you had received to make sure everything was perfect. However, you spotted Wooyoung, half lying on the bed, staring at you. “What?”

“I got used to this domestic life, y/n,” he gave you a tired smile. “I’m going to miss you- you know I can’t come back for a while.”

“Ah, can’t say I’ll miss you,” you rubbed your ears as he laughed- “this laugh exactly that has made my ears bleed the entire damned week. I need a break from you.”

“Come on, you know you love it,” he scoffed and you raised a brow in challenge. Yes, you may love it, but you also wished he was a teeny tiny bit less louder. “You’re gonna miss me so damn much, aren’t you?”

“Me? No, you think too highly of yourself,” you packed the last of your stuff in your bag and zipped it, throwing it to the side. “I hope your matters delay you further- no!”

You half laughed and half screamed as Wooyoung came for you, making you run into the living room but Wooyoung was quick and he had you by the waist, tickling the living life out of you and you couldn’t breathe. You pushed him to the side- or at least tried, but he had your arms pinned to the floor-

And he was on top of you.

Striking. That’s what he was. 

“You’re not laughing anymore,” he commented. You wanted to tell him that you were trying to catch your breath but he didn’t care- he leaned in and started kissing the arch of your neck, and you gladly let him.

“Tell me what you want from me tonight,” he whispered against your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

“Anything,” you breathed, squirming when he started trailing feathery kisses down your neck to your collarbone. “Everything.”

“Everything?” He asked- as if he hadn’t done everything with you already.

“Whatever you please,” you fueled him.

“Quite submissive today- I like this.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you pushed him off of you and he laughed loudly again. You grinned as you ran away and he followed, tackling you before you reached the kitchen and pinning you against the wall, tracing your face, down the neck, the curves of your body until his hand finally rested on your hips.

“I’ll come back before the day you are crowned,” he whispered and you smiled. “I want to see you- you’ll look even more beautiful as queen. I want to be there for you that night.”

“You better be,” you kissed him.

He was. 

He was right in the front, along with all of your friends- your family. You smiled first at him as you turned after you were crowned- an elegant silver and diamond crown that went wonderfully with your blue uniform gown. He was the first person you looked at after being crowned, and you hadn’t expected him to be there- it looked like he had arrived in the middle of the ceremony. 

He saw your shoulders slumping in relief and he clapped along with the rest of the audience, grinning proudly at you, earning elbows from Yeosang and Seonghwa who were on either side of him. 

“Stop looking so lovestruck,” Yeosang commented, though his own eyes were glazed. “You’re making it too obvious.”

“I can’t help it,” he grinned even wider. “She looks wonderful. I’m so proud.”

“We all are,” Seonghwa agreed. “Let him be- look at everyone present here, Yeosang. I think everyone might be in love with her.”

Yeosang laughed, agreeing. Hongjoong was the first to go and gift you the pocket watch that had been your father’s. You bowed deeply to the audience after that, already having delivered your speech. The ceremony was complete, and it was time to celebrate.

You greeted Yunho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung in an official manner, but your smiles were true. Then you got busy with greeting the rest of the people, those who hadn’t been able to come to your father’s funeral paying their condolences. Drinks were shared, the light music kept the mood lively, and finally everyone moved to the Great Hall where dinner was served. 

After hours of mingling when you needed a breather, you searched for your gang, spotting the tallest of them- Yunho and Mingi- first, and you made your way to them. Your heart warmed at all of them together- including your court which now included your guards San and Jongho, and Wooyoung as well. 

“Here comes the Queen,” Yunho dramatically said, Mingi drumming his hands on the table for sound effects. You rolled your eyes but curtsied at them.

“It’s an honour to serve you, Your Majesty,” San bowed, rising with a grin. “Though I must say, I was living a better life when I was a casual guard- ow!”

Mingi had San by chokehold and Jongho laughed. “It’s going to get pretty busy for us, isn’t it?”

“Very,” you smiled back but glared at San. “If you want to change your post, you better let me know before the night is over because I am not letting the two of you go and have some brooding old man replace you.”

“I was just kidding,” San laughed. “Just don’t complain too much when you receive self defence training and we knock you over.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be complaining this time, trust me on that one,” Wooyoung commented and everyone laughed. Your eyes met Wooyoung’s and you stared at him long enough for him to come closer to you. 

“I need a breather,” you whispered and he nodded. 

“I’m stealing her for a while,” Wooyoung casually said and before anyone could protest (though the ones who knew were groaning first), he put a hand on your back and guided you across the room. You stole a piece of chocolate on your way out and you led him to the empty ballroom.

“This seems to have become our spot,” Wooyoung commented. As soon as you shut the door behind you, he held you by the waist, turning you and smiling before he hugged you tightly. “Congratulations, my queen. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you sighed into the hug before breaking apart. “I wish my father was here to see my coronation.”

“I bet he’s watching and he’s so very proud,” Wooyoung held your face in both hands, caressing it and made you look at him. “How are you feeling right now?”

“I’m okay,” you nodded. “Just a bit overwhelmed from the whole crowd. I needed to breathe and… I missed you.”

“You did?” Wooyoung raised his brow, stifling his smile but failing.

“Of course I did,” you pouted, swatting his hands away. “One letter only? You’ve been away what- one whole month?”

“You know I had to settle everything back there,” he put his hands just above your hips, rocking you a bit. “After all, I’m moving here. It was going to take some time, and now was a good time since you were busy, huh?”

“Still,” you were sulking now. Wooyoung grinned, kissing your forehead. 

“I missed you too,” he muttered against your skin, kissing your lips this time and you finally felt like you could breathe as you kissed him back. 

“You should get a position in my court,” you suggested, gazing at him lovingly. “I need you close to me if we’re doing this. I need an excuse to see you often.”

“Hmm,” Wooyoung thought. “Is there a position empty?”

“Yes- annoying brat that keeps the queen in place?” You suggested and his laughter boomed in the ballroom, making you slap his arm repeatedly to shut him up but it only got louder. “I’ll think of something, maybe you can be a second advisor- one focusing on the dealings with other nations. You’re good at it.”

“Sounds nice,” Wooyoung kissed you again, his hand snaking behind your neck and angling you for better access, making you both moan into the kiss- it had been far too long. 

“Let’s go back before someone catches us again- I don’t think I can explain it to anyone else since even Yeosang got traumatised,” you scoffed and Wooyoung lent you his arm, you peeking outside to make sure the hall was clear before the two of you casually walked side by side as if having encountered each other there. 

Later that night, after the festivities were over and everyone went to their rooms, Wooyoung came to yours, knocking. You opened the door, surprised to see him. 

“I had a little something for you- a gift, though it’s not really worth it…”

“Shut up and let me see,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll determine whether it’s worth it.”

Wooyoung pursed his lips and hesitantly fished out a box, opening it to reveal a silver necklace with a small teardrop sapphire. You wowed, admiring how pretty it was.

“It’s a family heirloom,” he told you and you glanced at him. “Passed down to the women of our family. Do you like it?”

“Like? I love it, it’s so pretty,” you smiled at him and he relaxed. “Help me with it.”

He nodded, getting behind you and locking it in place. You stood in front of the mirror, admiring how it looked where it fell on your neck, just between your collarbones. “It’s beautiful, Wooyoung. Thank you.”

“You’re beautiful. The queen of my heart.” Wooyoung was looking at you from the mirror and he hugged you from behind, sending a flurry of butterflies in your stomach. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I’ve liked everything about you- I don’t want you to ever think of your love or the gifts you give me as worthless, okay?” You were scolding him. “You’ll get a public beating if you do.”

“I’d prefer a private one,” he teased, kissing your neck and sticking to one spot, licking and nibbling at it, making a show of it since you could see from the mirror. “I should really get a position where I can work closely with you, huh?”

“I have an idea,” you grinned. “We could kick Yeosang out. He’s boring. You take his place-”

“Yeosang is staying as the Right Hand, thank you very much.”

Once again, you both screamed as you turned, caught by Yeosang who had a painful expression that resembled disgust more closely. “Why are you always talking about me whenever you’re in a compromising position? And lock the door when you’re doing stuff like that, for goodness’ sake, don’t leave it wide open for anybody to come marching in.”

You had a hand on your heart- you were still recovering from the shock. “What are you doing here? You always come at the wrong time.”

“I say I came at the right time,” Yeosang crossed his arms. “Just been crowned queen and already planning to change your Right Hand? Tsk.”

“Ay, come on,” Wooyoung went for Yeosang who dodged him, standing at the other corner of the room. “We were just playing.”

“I don’t need excuses-”

“Let me kiss you on the neck too- to make up for it-”

“No!”

The same yelp that you still laughed over left Yeosang again as Wooyoung went after him, the two going around in circles around the table, Yeosang threatening to order his execution now that he held the power to do so, Wooyoung threatening to kiss him if he ever encountered Yeosang in the hall, and as you shook your head in amusement, you smiled.

You had everything you ever wanted, and more. 

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Right Here ll

Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6k~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI. THIS IS THE SECOND PART TO RIGHT HERE!! This wasn´t proofread and I kind of wrote it with my ass so I´m sorry. I´ll slowly start tagging everyone who asked me to, sorry if I forget someone I´m stupid.

Follow me on twitter pleaseeee: wooyosgfreal <3

Part 1

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“We´re not fucking,” You informed in between labored breaths. 

“We don´t have to fuck, I just need you to sit on my face.” 

You never whined so loudly in your life before. 

That was the one single thing you have been dreaming about hearing for weeks now and you were so happy you could practically cry, in fact, you almost came right there without even being touched. 

Wooyoung noticed the semi-thorn look still present on your face and sighed, holding your cheeks so you were forced to stare him in the eyes like he was speaking to a misbehaving child, “Y/N, I don´t care. I don´t care about whatever stupid game we were playing, ok? We will wake up tomorrow and pretend this never happened and continue to be the bestest of friends, but let me have this tonight.” 

“Like it never happened.” You repeat stupidly. Can´t believe you were already fucked dumb without actually being fucked. “You promise?” 

“I promise.” 

“Ok.” 

“Good. Now let me make the most out of it because I´ve been thinking about this for so fucking long.” 

He gave you no time to think this time, lips clashing against yours once again and you were embarrassed at how fast you melted against him – he just had a way with his mouth like you´d never seen before. His palms rubbed up your back under your shirt and you shivered at the touch, accidentally grinding against him and earning a groan in response, his hips automatically bucking up and a groan leaving his lips right against yours. Your hands flew to his hair in need, grabbing his roots as you continued to grind into him shamelessly, breathing getting harder by the second. You felt like an animal, just wanting to rip his shirt out and kiss all of his skin. You were so close from just dry humping a bit, his labored breathing mixing with yours, the sounds coming from his mouth so heavenly, the short breaths -  

“Nop, can´t wait,” Wooyoung panted as he broke the kiss. You were still trying to figure out what he meant when he slid down and practically threw you up his body so fast you could only yelp in surprise.  

And there it was. 

The sight you´ve been dying to see. 

Wooyoung under you pulling your hips so you would straddle his face.  

You took a shaky breath, wanting to appreciate the view for a moment after how long you´ve been imagining it, Wooyoung looking so pretty with his long hair and bumpy nose - but he was not having it, grabbing the back of your thighs and urging you to scoot all the way forward. He did look like the happiest man on earth once you got into the position he wanted, his eyes practically twinkling as he pulled your shorts and panties to the side again, another groan leaving his lips at the sight of you.  

“Fuck, can´t believe this is really happening,” He dazedly smiled before raising his head to meet your core, body supported up by his elbows. 

Wooyoung took a long slow lick up your slit like he wanted to savor it, but you knew better: he was just being a tease, especially considering he was looking up at you with mischievous eyes. His lips then met your clit in a quick chaste kiss and you whined - He sure was taking his sweet time for someone allegedly so desperate. But then again, what did you expect from Jung Wooyoung? 

“Let me enjoy this,” He teasingly scolded you for whining. “This is a dream come true for some of us.” 

You glared at him, but the mean look was quickly interrupted as he finally - and suddenly - put his mouth to real work.  

“Oh fuck,” You cursed in surprise at the feeling, hands immediately flying to the wall for support.  

To say you were seeing stars was not an exaggeration, he would kiss and suck, his tongue would draw shapes against your clit that you couldn´t even make up, head too dizzy with all the sensations. You didn´t even realize you had closed your eyes but there you were, eyelids shut so tight you thought you´d never be able to see again. 

“Shit,” You moaned with a spasm of pleasure. 

“Told you I was good,” He smirked up at you, chin glistening and lips plumper than ever. 

“Shut up,” You groaned, grabbing his hair and pulling him back where you wanted him so you wouldn´t have to look at him and his cocky smile. 

He simply laughed, the vibrations against your core driving you insane as he continued with his work. Your mind was practically slime at the point, only being able to focus on your high and how close it was, you knew that for some reason you had to be quiet but you couldn´t even remember why anymore –  

Oh, right: Wooyoung cocky, Wooyoung big ego, Wooyoung bad. 

Wooyoung sped up his tongue and you betrayed yourself when a moan escaped past your lips, alerting him you were at the edge. You held your breath and braced yourself, ready to let go - 

Wooyoung suddenly leaned back, breaking your trance, “You sound so pretty.” 

You opened your eyes to look at him, thrown aback – it was once again like a bucket of water had been thrown at you.  

The whole bucket, not just the water.  

“What´s wrong?” He looked up at you worriedly after you just stared at him gob smacked for a second.  

“I-I was close.” 

“Oh, I´m sorry princess,” He furrowed his eyebrows apologetically. “Let me make it up to you.” 

And so he did, his lips once again meeting your clit, tongue alternating between drawing circles, flicking it side to side and whatever it was he did that got your knuckles turning white against the wall. This time Wooyoung decided to go the extra mile, you felt a little shift in bed as he stopped supporting himself in one of his arms - but your eyes were once again shut close so you weren´t able to see what he was doing. You literally mewled when one of his fingers traced your slit before slowly entering you.  

He groaned against you for the nth time, you could feel how tightly your walls were squeezing his finger, but it was mostly because you had never been this turned on before. As he ate you out, his finger gently opened you up before he added another one, little gasps leaving your lips because it was just so insane. 

Was Wooyoung really that good or had you just been horny for that long? 

Who knew that Jung Wooyoung, the guy you were pretty sure was gay not even 2 weeks ago, was so fucking good at eating pussy????? 

The pads of his fingers found a spot inside of you that no one ever did before and you found your hips subconsciously bucking against his hand every time he pulled out. 

“Fuck, I´m so close.” 

You took a deep breath and prepared for the wave of pleasure to wash over you - 

“Did you say something?” He asked, stopping all his movements to pay attention to you. 

You opened your eyes once again, Wooyoung was innocently looking up, expecting your answer, and you were about to cry out in frustration when you realized: 

 He was doing it on purpose. 

“I will murder you.” 

“Why?” He looked so genuinely confused. 

“I fucking know you, Jung Wooyoung.” 

The innocent boy façade crumbled down so quickly as he smirked, “You know I like it when you´re mad.” 

“You got it. Happy?” 

“Well, no. You haven´t begged yet.” 

“I swear to god I´ll get up and go to Mingi´s-” 

“Sit on my face.” 

“What?” 

“Sit on it, so you´ll have full control.” 

Your legs got so weak suddenly. 

“I´m not above begging,” Wooyoung must have taken your shock as hesitation because he was quick to offer nonchalantly with a shrug.  “If that´s what it takes.” 

“I´ll suffocate you-” 

“And I´ll go as a happy man, now come here,” He ordered as he leaned down so his back was now flat against the mattress. “Please?” 

You didn´t really need to be asked a third time - not that you´d have the chance to anyways, Wooyoung was already eagerly grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you forwards. He somehow even felt how you were still supporting part of your weight on your knees so you wouldn´t crush him, and not happy with that, he circled his arms around your thighs and forced you to let go, falling completely on top of him – well, his face. 

The worries over suffocating him were gone in an instant, though. If you thought he was good before, it was definitely because you hadn´t tried this yet. Suddenly it was worth fantasizing all these weeks about this moment, not even in your wildest dreams (and you mean that literally) did it ever reach this level of insanity.  

You felt Wooyoung´s hands grabbing your ass and kind of pushing it back and forwards against his tongue, it took a few rounds of that for you to realize what he was doing. 

He wanted you to ride his face. 

“Fuck,” You moaned, too overwhelmed to process anything. 

Wooyoung was again not happy with your lack of action and continued to forcefully grind your core against his face and your clit kept bumping against his nose and oh god, his nose. 

After being edged twice already, you were terrified of there being a third time, but it was just impossible to be quiet, you were just out of your mind, you had never seen yourself like this before. I mean, you had never felt like this before either - 

Were all the men you ever slept with really just that bad? 

No. Mingyu was amazing in bed, Wooyoung was just... Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung and his stupid fucking nose. 

At some point you gave him what he wanted without even realizing, your fingers deep within the roots of his hair as you grinded against his tongue searching for your high and he seemed to be having the time of his life, moans muffled between your thighs as he moved his head to help you out.  

You didn´t think Wooyoung would be able to edge you this time even if he wanted to, considering you were practically...well, immobilizing him - but you´d also never doubt Jung Wooyoung´s ability of being annoying and you were so so so fucking close.  

“Please.” 

Were you begging? 

You? 

Begging Jung Wooyoung? 

Has he really driven you that low? 

Wooyoung´s fingers dug into your thighs, your ass, your waist, anything he could reach - and that´s how he took you by surprise once again; about 2 seconds before your high hit, Wooyoung managed to flip you over and climb on top of you in between your legs. 

“This was fun,” He smiled and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Want to start the episode over?” 

This situation was so surreal that your brain couldn´t even try to process it, staring blankly at him as your chest heaved up and down against his. 

“Jung Wooyoung, I´m being so serious right now.” 

“What?” 

“What twisted stupid little game are you playing?” 

“Oh, no games. You said we couldn´t fuck so I stopped before you know, it could get to it.” 

You stared at him like he had just told you the Earth was flat. You hated him so much you hated yourself - but at the same time, it was like looking in the mirror. You felt so fucking bad to everyone you ever slept with before, if you knew how annoying it was you´d have never been the way that you are. 

You could curse at him, you could yell at him, you could even kick him out of your place, but at the moment, none of that would give you what you wanted, so for now, all you had to do was take a deep breath, swallow your pride and admit you just got out-brattied by Jung Wooyoung. You could kill him after he fucked you. Wait- 

or - 

OR- 

“Restart the episode,” You ordered after over a literal minute of silence, rolling down to his side in bed. 

“What?” Oh, the amount of money you´d pay to see the look of shock and desperation on his face again. He was just so sure you´d back down and ask him to fuck you. 

“Restart the episode,” You repeated yourself.  

“Oh, ok,” You watched as he gulped and did as he was told, adjusting his body so he was comfortable against the pillow as he pressed play on the remote.  

You unpresumptuously turned tonyour side, placing your thigh on top of Wooyoung´s and your hand on his chest, his body jumping at the contact. 

“Jumpy, are we?” You teased, using his own words against him. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Cuddling. Relax your arm.” 

Wooyoung skeptically wrapped his arm around your shoulders so you´d both be more comfortable and you snugged into him, waiting for him to get his guard down and ignoring how you could literally see his dick throbbing in his sweatpants.  

Serves him right. 

Once his breathing was as back to normal as possible, you decided it was time to attack. His body was still tense and you knew he was not paying attention to the TV, probably stuck in his head trying to come up with another plan since his first one failed, his feet twitching restlessly. 

Maybe Mingi was right, why couldn't you two just fuck like normal people without having to write a 600 pages long tactical book on how to get to it? 

Ignoring the deep voice of reason sighing in your head – Oh god, when did Mingi become the voice of reason on anything? - you quickly climb on top of Wooyoung to straddle him. He tried to sit up in reaction but your palm against his chest pushed him back down. He stared up at you in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he scrambled for something to say. 

“You know what we can do, though?” You asked, bending down so you could kiss his neck.  

“What?” He stuttered; shivers running up his body caused by your warm mouth against his skin. 

“You´ll see.” 

You felt his pulse racing under your lips, tracing his vein with kisses and gentle bites, even a suck here and there to leave a mark because you wanted him to look in the mirror for the next weeks and remember the day he lost.  

Soft little moans and gasps filled your ears, his hands found your waist and held you like he wasn´t sure if he wanted to pull you closer or push you away. Wooyoung´s neck was just so sensitive, it was driving you insane.  

You pushed his shirt up to his chest as you slid down his body, lips trailing their way from his abdomen to the waistline of his sweats. This time you went straight to business, pulling his pants down enough so his cock could spring free and you were so happy with that you saw: Wooyoung was so hard, painfully hard - You allowed yourself to enjoy his suffering because 1. it was his own fault and 2. revenge.  

You gently wrapped your hand around his member and after wetting your lips, you pressed a kiss to his tip, his whole body shivered, and a choked moan left his mouth in response. You slowly traced his cock with your tongue from the bottom to the top and the groan echoing the walls was like music to your ears. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly. His whole body was tense. 

“Wooyoung, love,” You called with the sweetest voice you could mutter up. 

“What?” He answered in between gritted teeth as you finally wrapped your mouth around his tip. You circled your tongue around it slowly before giving it a gentle suck, letting spit dribble down as you pulled away. “Fuck.” 

“Pay attention. I´m going to be clear from the start,” You warn him, slowly pumping his now wet cock . “I´m not finishing you off, period. Now, should I continue or should I stop?” 

“Fuck. Continue,” He groaned at your ministrations. 

And you obeyed. You didn´t want to tease him anymore, you just wanted to get him worked up enough that he wouldn´t be able to think properly – and then, hopefully, he´d finally throw you down and fuck you without being annoying. 

You wrapped your lips around him once again, bobbing your head up and down, reaching deeper each time, twisting your hand at the base for some extra flare as Wooyoung´s hands found your roots. He bucked his hips in pleasure, pushed your head down once or twice in reaction to something you´d done, rewarded you with moans and groans. You kind of really enjoyed this but you´d be caught dead before admitting it - Wooyoung´s voice was just really nice. 

“Fuck, you´re good at this,” He groaned and you simply hummed in agreement, rejoicing at the moan he let out because of the vibrations around him. “Even better than I imagined. Fuck.” 

Your mind was also filled with curses, your walls desperately clenching around nothing as you mentally begged for Wooyoung to just fuck you soon or you´d cry. Hopeful, you sped up your actions, his breathing matching the fast new rhythm, and you could tell he was close by the way his hold on your hair got tighter and his hips started erratically bucking up. 

Ok, showtime. 

You waited for the exact moment his moans got higher to pull away from him, getting back on your knees and just staring at him, waiting to see what it was gonna be. 

He looked confused, then angry, then it seemed like he finally understood what he had agreed to. He stared at you like that for a few seconds and you were kind of starting to reconsider your whole life when he interrupted you; Wooyoung sat up and grabbed your waist, flipping you around so he was on top of you once again.  

“Ok, you won. Happy?” He was smiling but his eyes looked kind of dangerous, like a cat´s. His hand was around your neck, not squeezing it, just holding you down. 

“Won what?” You played dumb. 

“Stop,” He glared at you, unamused.  

“Ok.” 

“I´m going to fuck you now.” 

“Ok.” 

“Awn, is that all it took? Should have tried that earlier,” He teased, sitting on his knees to pull your shorts and panties down. “Need some more prepping or-” 

“Oh god, please no.” 

He chuckled at your reaction, bending down to give you a quick peck on the lips, “Pretty.” 

Why did that little kiss make you kind of giddy when the man was literally pulling his sweats back down and positioning his cock against you?  

You ignored the weird feeling as you felt Wooyoung finally entering you, a long moan echoing in the room. Why did he have to sound like that? 

“You can keep going,” You urged him when he didn´t immediately start moving, you were so fucking wet you think a fire extinguisher would suffer no resistance from your walls at this point.  

“Shit, wait,” He groaned with a laugh. “If I move right now, this party´s gonna be over real soon.” 

“The high oh mighty sex god Wooyoung?” You teased. 

“Shut up, I´ve been waiting for this for a long time,” His smile looked so attractive in that moment you kind of forgot what you were teasing him over.  

“Are you going to say it´s because I´m too hot?”  

“Yeah, actually.” He laughed. “I haven´t taken your shirt off yet because I don´t think I can handle seeing your boobs right night.” 

You laughed too, about to continue playing with him but he interrupted you by suddenly bottoming out. You clawed at his back in reaction, a surprised deep gasp leaving your lips.  

Wooyoung slowly pulled all the way out before filling you again, his hips smooth as you felt his skin against yours, the large veins on his cock brushing against your walls. Supported by both arms on your sides, he kept a languid pace, like he wanted you to feel every inch of him on every inch of you, and you were definitely feeling it. Your walls so sensitive after months of torture. 

His hair fell around his face and you pushed it back with a moan, wrapping your legs around his hips. Wooyoung bent down to catch your lips with his, the kiss matching the rhythm in which he rolled his hips, sensuous and unhurried.  

“Fuck,” he moaned as he broke apart from you, his arms literally shaking at the feeling of you swallowing him. “If I knew you felt like this-” 

“What would you have done?” You managed to breathe out with a smirk and a roll of your eyes, incredulous at his words. 

“I would have made you mine,” Wooyoung groaned as he slightly sped up his hips, your nails digging deeper on his skin and you arched your back when his cock started brushing against a certain place. 

“Never took you for the ah- possessive type.” 

“Only when it comes to you.” 

“Fuck me like you mean it then.” 

“Someone´s eager, huh?” 

“If I´m crushing my moral compass, at least it should be worth it.” 

He used one of his hands to grab at your cheeks once again, tighter this time, smirking down at you without slowing down his thrusts, “Ah, you want me to destroy you for any other man. Gotcha, pretty.” 

Well, you never thought you´d be hearing your best friend direct those words at you – and you definitely didn´t expect to be clenching around him over it.  

“Thought so,” He smiled.  

You were mesmerized by the way he looked so hot with that cocky smile, by how the mole under his eye drove you crazy, by the way he looked at you with so much desire and conceitedness at the same time – you subconsciously tightened your walls around him and he definitely noticed if the way he opened his pretty lips in a moan were anything to get by. 

His pace quickened up one more time and it got you seeing stars, Wooyoung laughing at your loud moan, “Admit that I´m good.” 

“Does it make you harder if I stroke your ego?” 

“It totally does.” 

“If you wanted to be praised, just say so.” 

“You wouldn´t, you don´t have it in you,” a thin layer of sweat was forming on his face, his tan skin glistening and you just wanted to lick it. 

“Give me something to praise you for.” 

Wooyoung laughed darkly before flipping you over without a warning, putting you on all fours with zero to no effort, cursing at the sight in front of him. He caressed his hands down your back before pushing your torso down, you groaned in surprise as your arms failed and you crashed on the bed, your left cheek meeting the sheets as he held your hips up.  

“I wanted to be nice, since you know, you´re my best friend,” He rambled as he admired the view for a second before laughing. “But I know you, should´ve known you´d want to be fucked like a slut.” 

“Wooyoung-” 

“What? Am I lying?” 

“Just get on with it,” You groaned. 

He chuckled loudly at your annoyance, choosing not to bite back because he too was very much in need of having his cock inside of you, and so he did. Wooyoung grabbed his member, positioning the head against your entrance, his other hand stayed in your lower back holding you down as he pushed himself in, feeling the way every inch of you squeezed around him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn´t help but close his eyes to take the feeling in, hearing how his moans mixed with yours. 

“You really were needy, huh?” He groaned, shivering at the sensations. “You´re squeezing me so hard.” 

He didn´t expect an answer to that, and you wouldn´t be able to give him one anyways as he immediately began to move. You grabbed at the sheets, fingers turning whiter and whiter as Wooyoung sped up his hips, never losing the right angles to get you drooling - and you just caught yourself thinking this is something people would go to war over.  

You could not hold back your moans and Wooyoung was only going faster and harder by the second, your cheek was getting burnt because of the friction with the sheets, your sensitive nipples were rubbing against the bed with each thrust, and you think your eyes were closed but you couldn't be certain. 

This was a whole new world and you were not sure you´d survive adventuring in it. 

Suddenly, you were dragged away from your state of pure bliss by the hair – literally. Wooyoung had grabbed at your strands to pull you up against him, forcing you to stand on your knees, his chest pressed to your back.  

In this new position, his cock reached deeper into you and his skin dragged against different spots of your walls. You were babbling away, complete nonsense, especially when Wooyoung took advantage of the easy access to start sucking harshly on your neck, your hand flying to his thigh behind you, where you dug your nails into. When he was done, he grabbed at the hem of your shirt, lifting it off you in one quick pull, looking over your shoulder at the view. You didn´t miss the way his cock twitched inside of you, his groan right against your ear. Wooyoung hands automatically flied to your boobs, massaging them, squeezing them, toying with your nipples while not slowing down his hips one bit.  

“Hang in there,” Wooyoung ordered when he felt how your walls were spasming around him, voice shaky because of his non-stopping thrusts.  

“I can´t.” 

“Will you really give me the – ah – satisfaction of cumming first?” You could feel his smile against your neck, before he bit your skin playfully. 

It was not even on purpose the way you clenched around Wooyoung, earning a whine from him in response, his forehead meeting your shoulder. The smirk you let out thought, was completely on purpose. You wouldn´t let him get that cocky. 

“Don´t worry, pretty. I´m a gentleman, ladies are always first,” He managed to tease in between thrusts. One of his hands left your boob, snaking it softly down your abdomen until his fingers found your clit.  

You were a goner. Wooyoung´s cock ravished you while he drew circles against your clit with the pad of his middle finger, his lips on your neck left wet kisses all over, vibrating against your skin with each moan he let out. His left hand was still playing with your boobs and you felt tears stinging your eyes from the way you were holding your orgasm inside, not wanting him to win this new silent war. Your teeth sunk into the back of your hand to keep yourself grounded, squeezing your eyes shut to relieve the burn. 

Wooyoung felt what you were doing, chuckling darkly against your ear as he finally left your neck alone, “Who would have thought, huh? Miss we´re-never-fucking crying on my cock.” 

You tried to fight back, but the second you left your hand go, a moan filled the room and your head fell. Wooyoung´s left hand abandoned your boobs to find its new place around your neck, holding your head up on his shoulder, and no matter how much you fought it, the moment he squeezed his fingers around your throat, you couldn´t hold it in anymore.  

“Woo,” You tried to warn him, hands looking for anything you could grab behind yourself and finding his hair. 

He pressed around your neck harder, turning his head so his lips would be right against your ear as he pleaded, “Let go. I need to see how you look when you cum, I´ve been imagining it for so long. You sound so good, you feel so good, fuck.” 

And suddenly, it´s like everything went quiet for a second before it all exploded, destroying everything on its way. The orgasm ripped you apart like an atomic bomb, engulfing you whole, leaving you blind, deaf and shaking. You gasped for air, feeling like your legs were failing you after the waves of pleasure were still hitting you for way longer than they should. Wooyoung in turn, after fantasizing about this for so long, expected to be ready for it, but oh boy, he wasn´t. Even if he fucked you for years, he doesn´t think he´d ever be prepared for the way your walls clenched around him so tight he almost couldn´t move, or the way you pulled on his hair harshly enough to almost rip his strands out, but what he would never get over, was how you sounded; not even in his craziest fantasies could he ever create such beautiful sounds – he was 99.5% sure he would be able to cum just by listening to your moans alone. So whiny, so desperate, so you. 

He didn´t stop, ensuring you´d have the best damn orgasm of your life, his fingers working on you all throughout your high, even when he felt his own approaching, bucking his hips into you like an animal just desperate to get there. His teeth found the juncture of your shoulder and neck once again as he reached his peak in a few deep thrusts, holding onto you for dear life. Only then his fingers stopped and you finally started coming back to reality, feeling as Wooyoung came inside of you, hearing his heavy breathing against your skin, the way his fingers let go slightly from your neck and how he pressed a few chaste kisses to your neck as he came down from his high, paying special attention to his bite mark. 

“Fuck,” He managed to breath out, gently removing his hands from you. 

As expected, you immediately tumbled down into the bed, legs completely gone at the point. You whined at him for dropping you and he simply chuckled tiredly, muttering a sorry before flopping down next to you. Your eyes were closed but you felt his weight next to you as he gently removed your hair out of your face. 

“So?” He asked. 

“So what?” You groaned, not bothering to look at him. 

“Feeling better?” 

“Ask me again when my legs stop shaking.” 

“Well, I guess that´s an answer on its own.” 

Wooyoung had created a whole new problem without knowing it. Yes, it was truth that you got the sexual frustration and touch deprivation out of you, but now you´d never be able to get over this. You´d remember how Wooyoung ate you out every time you met, of how he fucked you until you cried every time you looked at your bed, how he made you ride his face every time you looked at his stupid nose; and the worst part was that, once you get needy again, you won´t want anyone else to fix it for you. Wooyoung truly ruined you for any other man. 

“Can you tell me if I did a good job, at least?” His voice sounded soft, so you opened your eyes to look at him because the tone and the question were so out of character for him. 

“The Jung Wooyoung worried about others´ opinions?” 

“I wouldn´t if it was anyone else, but it´s you.” 

“Woo, don´t get cocky,” You warned with a sigh. “And if you ever bring this up I´ll deny it until the day I die, but this was life changing.” 

“Oh, wow. I really did fuck you stupid.” 

“And you´ve ruined it,” You rolled your eyes.  

“C´mon, I´m just playing. I´m glad I made you feel good. What do you want from me now? Cuddles? Something to drink?” 

And suddenly you remember why this whole mess started in the first place. 

“Yeah, actually.” 

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“Stop looking at me like you´re in love with me,” You warned as the hot water comfortably burned your skin. 

“I do love you,” His eyes looked so soft under the moonlight shining through the window. 

“I said in love, not love.” 

“Is there a difference?” 

“Yeah?” 

He shrugged, “All I know is that I love you.” 

“Awn, you like like me?” You teased.  

“Would that be such a horrible idea?” 

“Wooyoung.” 

“What?” 

“You´re pussy drunk.” 

“That too,” He lazily smiled, gently hugging you under the stream so you were chest to chest. 

You felt his hot skin against yours as he simply held you there in the dark, his chin resting on top of your head as he softly swinged the two of you side to side, your hands around his waist. This was heaven to you; this is what you were literally crying over all those weeks ago. 

“We should try it out,” He continued after a few minutes of comfortable silence, running his fingers down your back.  

“What?” 

“Dating.” 

You laughed at the idea, knowing he didn´t really mean it, “I don´t think that would go very well.” 

“Why not?” 

“I mean, we´re complete opposites. I´d give it less than two months before we´re calling it quits and choking each other to death.” 

“We´ll never know until we try.” 

“And you decided you want to?” 

“I guess. Turn around, let me shampoo your hair.” 

You obeyed, handing him the bottle so he could get to work, the chill air immediately hitting you. 

“Wooyoung, I know you love me, but I don´t think you do romantically.” 

“I´m not sure I know the difference,” He answered genuinely, rubbing the shampoo onto your roots. “But I do know that I want to be able to kiss you again.” 

And he was right, you didn´t need to overcomplicate things as usual, it was as simple as that: you also wanted to kiss him again, so why not? 

“Ok, yeah. I guess we could try. First Cristiano Ronaldo impression and we´re breaking up, though.” 

A/N: Who wants a little epilogue of how their dating experience will go? lol

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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

7:10 AM | Timestamp

Pairing: Dad!Jung Wooyoung x Mum!Reader Synopsis: Wooyoung's favourite girls surprise him for his birthday. Requested by: No one Warnings: I love writing girl!dad Wooyoung so much. Pregnancy. Word Count: 875

A/N: this ended up being longer than a timestamp so enjoy. This took longer to post because my laptop was playing up.

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"What's all this?" Y/N’s husband’s sleepy voice comes from behind her as she puts on the final touches of setting the table for breakfast. 

Turning around, she sees Wooyoung gazing at her with wide, curious eyes, their six-year-old daughter beaming with excitement in his arms. Y/N gives her daughter a playful frown. The little girl had been eager to wake her father for his birthday surprise but she can’t fault her for it. Hae-young had no idea about the plan until Y/N had woken her up this morning, asking if she wanted to help surprise Daddy. There was no way Y/N would have spilled the beans to Hae-young before today. The little girl definitely inherited Wooyoung's yapping tendencies, making her terrible at keeping secrets. If she knew about what Y/N was planning earlier, the surprise would have been ruined.  

"What do we say to Appa?" Y/N prompts Hae-young.  

"Happy Birthday, Appa!" she exclaims joyfully, throwing her arms up in excitement, nearly making Wooyoung lose his hold on her. 

Wooyoung's sleepy grin grows as he finally registers what's happening, his eyes moving from the beautifully decorated table with flowers, balloons, seaweed soup, a couple of gift bags, and a small homemade cake to the excited face of his daughter. "Did you do all this for me?" 

"Eomma did, but I helped!" she proudly declares. 

Y/N watches as Hae-young beams with pride. The sight of their daughter’s enthusiasm fills her with warmth, and she can’t help but smile back at them both. Wooyoung, still half-asleep but now fully engaged, his eyes sparkling with affection, praises his little girl for a job well done before pressing a kiss to her cheek and leaning forward to press a kiss on Y/N's check also. 

Hae-young's laughter rings through the room like music, and Y/N feels her heart swell at the sight of her family. 

"Come on, Appa! You have to open my gift first!" Hae-young tells him, wriggling her way out of her dad's hold before taking his hand, tugging him towards the table. 

As soon as Wooyoung settles into his seat, Hae-young climbs onto his lap, reaching across the table for the larger black gift bag filled with all the things she picked out for him. 

"What did you get for me?" he asks taking the bag, opening it and reaches inside. The first thing he pulls out a black toy stuffed cat, this one different to his Aniteez sitting in her room. This one has big, sparkling green eyes and a tiny pink bow around its neck. Wooyoung chuckles, holding it up for Hae-young to see. "A black cat? You know your Appa very well." 

Hae-young giggles, clearly delighted with her choice of stuffed animal. "There's more, Appa."  

"Is there?" he replies, reaching back into the bag and pulling out three smaller gifts. One is a new bottle of black nail polish that Hae-young insisted on getting after seeing Wooyoung's nails painted for the latest comeback. Another is a box featuring his favorite cologne, and the last looks like a jewellery box. He opens it to reveal a small, intricately designed keychain with a photo of her inside it. Wooyoung smiles recognizing the image. It was of Hae-young, beaming with joy, her hair tousled by the wind, standing on her grandparent’s front doorstep. 

"Wow, Hae-young, I love it so much, I’m going to put it on my keys before I leave for work, so I can show all your uncles!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “they’re going to be so jealous!” 

“Do you think so?” she asks hopeful. 

“I know so,” he assures her. “Now, do you know what eomma got me?” 

She takes a moment to think about it but shakes her head, no.  

"Why don’t you go eat while I open eomma's gift, okay?" he suggests, shifting in his seat. She obediently moves to sit in the chair next to him.  

Y/N picks up the small black gift bag and hands it to him. "It’s not much, but I hope you like it," she says, her voice tinged with nervousness. He looks at her with a hint of concern, takes the bag, and opens it. As he pulls out a box larger than the one containing the keychain, his eyes widen in surprise. Looking at her, a mix of excitement and hope fills his gaze.  

"Is this for real?" he asks, glancing between the sonogram photo and the positive pregnancy test, then back at her. 

"Yes," Y/N replies, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

 In a burst of excitement, Wooyoung quickly stands from his chair, almost knocking it backwards, and wraps her in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. "I love you so much," he says in between kisses. "Best birthday ever," he adds when he pulls away enough to wipe her tears that had fallen, not realizing he has tears in his own eyes. 

"Appa? Eomma? Is something wrong?" they hear Hae-young ask, her innocent curiosity breaking through the moment. 

Wooyoung quickly wipes away the tears that had begun to form in his eyes, kneeling down to Hae-young's level. He glances at his wife before looking back at her. "Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. Appa's just having the best birthday he's ever had." 

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A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

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[chittaemin]

pussy drunk wooyoung

pussy drunk wooyoung

puSSY DRUNK WOOYOUNG

this was everything i needed and MORE???!??!?!! wow im so excited to see how these three navigate this little arrangement also HOT DAMN ur characterization of the boys is just ✨immaculate✨ san is just the perfect amount of in control but also indulgent???? and woo is just my favorite brand of brat oof

someone bring me the delulu pills bc i need a strong dose after this lol

can’t wait for more~ thank you so much for the time you put into this, you’re doing a fabulous job!

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt3

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: what Wooyoung wants, Wooyoung gets.

wc: 8.0k

ch. warnings: dom San, bratty sub Wooyoung, sub/switch-ish reader, threesome with m x m, so much cunnilingus, body worship, biting, marking, finger sucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, cum eating, nipple play, handcuffs (on Wooyoung), light painkink (also Wooyoung), hair pulling, face-sitting, dirty talk, degradation (@ Wooyoung; ‘cockslut’ is used), frottage, masturbation, praise kink, implied subspace, orgasm control / edging, squirting, light dacryphilia, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), aftercare

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

-☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧-

After your first night with San and Wooyoung, the ground rules go through a few adjustments. Some are pretty minor, others more… substantial.

Unlike last time, Wooyoung is also here for the conversation; and you’re more than a little distracted by his presence. Your memory keeps replaying the moment of his desperate breakdown to touch you, making you fight a constant itch to rub your thighs together — and judging by the looks Wooyoung gives you? He has his own memories on his mind.

“Wooyoung? Woo? You’re good with this?” San asks. He waves a hand in front of Wooyoung’s face to get his attention, only half jokingly.

“Hm? Yeah yeah. Yes, that’s good,” Wooyoung says, lifting himself from a daze. His voice is tight, not sounding good at all. Like nothing will ever be good again until he has you flat on your back, writhing under his tongue.

“Usually you’re a lot more chatty during a talk like this,” San teases. “Do I need to give you two some alone time?”

Without looking away from you, Wooyoung reaches to grab for San’s hand, like it’s on instinct. He meets Wooyoung halfway, fingers slotting together easily — but instead of jealous or upset, San looks more interested in the eye-fucking that’s happening right in front of him.

And honestly? The hard glint in his eyes is not exactly celibate either.

It only works you up more; the way San keeps biting his lip is almost as distracting as Wooyoung’s heated stare. It definitely is a very different conversation from last time, the air charged with restless excitement — but the end result is similar, leaving you with a rough framework of expectations, but not too many specifics.

…Other than the obvious, of course.

Wooyoung has made one of his intentions all too clear.

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This means that when the next night together comes around, you are not in the least surprised to have Wooyoung sitting on a pillow in front of you, nested between your thighs. “Hey,” he says, staring up at you with a crooked grin on his face. “Nice seeing you again.”

“Hi yourself,” you say, slightly breathless already.

You are sitting on the edge of San’s bed, wearing only a simple robe. Wooyoung is on his knees in nothing but fitted boxers — and a pair of handcuffs. Broad strips of soft black leather, connected with a silvery chain.

That last part is a surprise; bondage had come up in passing, but you did not expect it to come out tonight. San had dangled the cuffs in front of Wooyoung earlier, not brokering any protest. Clearly he meant it when he said he did not mind improvising.

“Only your mouth will do, right?” San had told Wooyoung. “Always bragging about that tongue of yours… Are you worried you can’t get her off like this?”

Despite an initial objection, Wooyoung had relented quickly; maybe out of pride, or maybe he was worried that San could snatch you away from him at the last moment. The cuffs’ effect was subtle but instantaneous; a slight daze had drawn across Wooyoung’s face, betraying he was not as adverse to the restrains as he pretended.

So here he is in front of you now, breathtakingly on display. With his arms pulled back by the cuffs, Wooyoung’s chest is opened up to you, smooth tanned skin with dusky pebbled nipples. His eyes stare up at you, burning with a singular goal; to devour you whole.

San stands behind him, a firm hold on the back of Wooyoung’s neck to tilt his head back; offering Wooyoung up to you as much as you are offered up to him. You only need to reach out to touch Wooyoung — finally touch him — and you do just so.

The corner of Wooyoung’s mouth twitches when you lean in. His eyes are drawn to where your robe threatens to fall open, giving him a generous view of your cleavage. The look on his face is dark with hunger, heating your skin, but his eyes snap back to your face when your fingers brush across his cheek. He licks his lips; lips that are already swollen from barely ten minutes ago.

“Now, why don’t we give that pretty mouth a warm-up? Show me you deserve that sweet cunt,” San had told Wooyoung, pulling down the waistband of his grey sweatpants just enough to take out his cock.

And god, Wooyoung had shown him.

He had focused on using his tongue, thick swipes and kitten licks. Never taking San too deep, suckling on the flushed cockhead as he lapped at every drop of precum. All while looking at you from the corner of his eyes as he moaned around San’s cock, making a point of arching his back, prettying himself up for you.

In Wooyoung’s eyes had burned a promise, no, a challenge; will you be able to handle him?

Now you are about to find out.

You continue to slowly map out the striking features of Wooyoung’s face, but your thumb lingers on his bottom lip. You’re pulled in by the discovery of a small freckle that is just begging to be kissed. Just when you are intently contemplating that thought, Wooyoung decides he has had enough of sitting quietly — and he strikes at you with a playful nip at your fingers, sharp teeth grazing against your skin.

“Hey!” Startled, you pull your hand back, pouting at Wooyoung for rudely interrupting your exploration of his pretty face.

“Careful, Woo,” San warns, yanking him back by the hair.

Wooyoung hisses, his teeth digging into the freckle you had so admired. “Sorry,” he says with a laugh, not sounding sorry at all. “I only bite the people I like, promise.”

Standing behind Wooyoung, San’s dominant role breaks for a split moment; he makes a face as though to say, “That’s a fair point, actually.”

“Come,” Wooyoung says, nodding his chin to beckon your hand back to him. “Let me show you.”

You raise a sceptical eyebrow — but it’s hard to resist the blatant hunger in Wooyoung’s stare. Cautiously, you reach for him once again… and your breath hitches when he closes his lips around two of your fingers, sucking eagerly at the digits. He works on them with the same fervent enthusiasm as he had San’s dick, his eyes fluttering shut as he groans around your fingers. His nimble tongue gives you a direct preview of what is waiting for you, curling around your fingers and flicking sharply.

A quiet whine escapes you, the wet heat of Wooyoung’s mouth searing straight through your body, into your waiting cunt. Wooyoung’s eyes open with a flash of triumph, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

Slowly he releases your fingers, a thin string of saliva connecting them to his glistening lips. You use those fingers to draw a line along the sharpness of his jawline, smearing his face as you cup his cheek. Wooyoung moans at the mess you’re making of him; his shoulders jerk sharply, trying to move his arms despite the cuffs around his wrists.

He is beautiful like this, bound and left to the whims of you and San, but still you can’t help a needy moan at the way his hands strain to touch you back.

San grins when he notices, and softly tuts at you. “Patience. The cuffs don’t go off until he’s earned it.” He runs a rough hand through Wooyoung’s hair, pushing his head down.

Wooyoung stares up at you through messy bangs, a dangerous grin on his face. “You’re greedy,” he chides, but from him it sounds like a compliment. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get you there with or without my fingers inside that needy pussy of yours.”

“…Prove it.”

Your demand slips out quietly but resolute. You are done waiting, and start to open your robe. “Don’t,” San interrupts. “He can do that himself. Unpack your present, Woo.”

“Gladly,” he scoffs. “If you’re trying to piss me off, that move won’t work.”

San’s fingers tighten in Wooyoung’s hair, giving it a small tug. “It’s not about you. Right now, it is all about her and that pretty cunt she’s generous enough to let you touch. Don’t forget it, unless you want to get in real trouble.”

Wooyoung whines at the pull, his eyes scrunching shut with a shudder. Your breath shallows at how responsive he is, and then San loosens his hold on Wooyoung enough to let him shuffle closer, crowding into your space. He leaves the robe alone at first, satisfied to simply nuzzle his face at where the garment starts to fall open naturally.

“So soft…” he groans, inhaling deeply against your chest. “All soft and warm for me…”

You shiver when hot breath falls on your skin, followed by a light brush of his lips. Your arms loosely encircle his shoulders to pull him closer, where your hand meets with San’s in Wooyoung’s hair. San makes room for you, covering your hand with his as your fingers entwine in the soft strands of Wooyoung’s red hair; silent encouragement to pull and move his head just as you like.

But you are curious what Wooyoung will do when left to his own devices, anticipation of the unknown stoking a fire between your thighs.

Wooyoung bends down to bite at the sash of your robe, staring up at you with an intense gaze. Slowly he pulls until the loose knot falls away, at which he drops the sash with an eager moan, nudging the fabric aside so he can press open-mouth kisses on your nipples, your sternum, your stomach, anywhere within reach. Sucking and nibbling as he luxuriates in the curves of your body, taking his time with you but clearly trailing downward towards his intended goal.

You whimper shakily, arms tightening around Wooyoung while he steadily builds up the gentle sparks in your stomach to sharp jolts of pleasure.

At first you think he is teasing — and perhaps he was, but Wooyoung grows more and more aggressive in his worship of you, shameless and noisy. He bites and laps greedily at your skin, tongue dipping into your belly button, sucking hungry bruises into the soft fold of your stomach. His head blocks your view of his crotch, but the way his hips twitch tell you he must be getting hard, if he isn’t already, and rapidly losing self-control.

You squirm at the thought, impatience testing your own self-control, making your fingers clench tighter in Wooyoung’s hair.

“You sure are taking your time, Woo,” San observers similarly, just when Wooyoung’s teeth sink into your plush thigh and you gasp at the sharp sting. “Don’t you think you’re neglecting that sweet pussy? Went on and on about how you want to fuck your tongue into that tight cunt until she cums on your face, drown yourself in her wet slick until you pass out. Told me you’ll make her squirt — are you going to prove that you can, or are you all talk?”

“F-fuck,” you whine, bracing yourself with a hand on the mattress behind you, arching into Wooyoung’s insatiable mouth.

“Never rush a quality meal,” he says, voice hoarse. “Gonna savour this. Every second, every drop.”

Wooyoung leaves more bites on your thigh, moving up, up — only to switch to the other side just when his nose brushes against your aching cunt, glistening with arousal. Now you know he is teasing.

“C’mon, Wooyoung…” you complain, his name comes out in a breathy moan. You try and pull him to where you really want him, canting your hips to lure him in, but Wooyoung is stubborn and resists. He groans in protest, only suckling harder at the sensitive, bruised patches of skin he’s created. Your legs fall open as far as they can go, lower lips parting for Wooyoung in invitation. You can’t wait, not a moment longer; so you hold on a little harder onto Wooyoung’s hair, nails grazing his scalp, and yank.

Instantly, Wooyoung’s breath stutters and his hips jerk forward, arms straining against his cuffs. “Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, muffled against your cunt. You pull again, and he whines even louder. “That’s it, baby, take whatever you want. I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you everything, gonna be so good for you,” he babbles, brow scrunched in pleasure at your rough treatment of him.

His tongue darts out, lightly, like he plans to tease you again — but he curses at the slickness he finds, his last shred of restraint broken. He licks up a long, wet stripe up to your clit, whining against the sensitive nub when you shudder and moan, only more arousal gushing forth.

“All for me?” he rasps. “Fuck, I knew this would be a tasty pussy. Could tell just by looking at you. Not gonna waste a fucking drop, I can stay right here all night if I have to.”

San makes a sound of approval as Wooyoung finally begins to eat you out in earnest, but otherwise he stays quiet; remaining an observer to how Wooyoung rapidly dismantles your lucidity. San’s free hand drifts down to his cock, still hard from getting sucked off earlier.

“That’s enough,” he had told Wooyoung back then, pulling him off his cock before he came too close. “Go get your meal.”

Now San slowly fucks into his hand, sharp eyes watching with burning interest how Wooyoung gets lost between your thighs. Tongue delving deeper and deeper, thrusting inside your leaking cunt while his nose rubs up against your clit. You were right; the slope of his nose is perfect for grinding on, a fact you enthusiastically take advantage of.

With Wooyoung’s warm, eager mouth on your cunt, the pressure in your lower abdomen builds up almost embarrassingly fast. Your hips rock into him harder and his arms jerk in response, instinctively trying to use his restrained hands. You whimper, already balancing on the edge.

San, however, is not impressed with Wooyoung’s performance. “Think you can do more, Woo.” (More? Is he trying to kill you?) “That tongue is one of the few things you’re good for, I know you can do better with it. Really make her squirm.” (Fuck, he is trying to kill you. Fuck.)

Wooyoung lets out a choked, muffled groan against your cunt, vibrating through you.

“Then again… it has been a long time since you last had any pussy,” San continues, casual in his musing. “Might be out of practice. Do you even remember where to find her clit, hm? Or have you gotten that rusty?”

Immediately Wooyoung proves that he remembers exactly; switching from his vigorous tongue-fucking to sucking on your clit with equal aggression. You mewl at the sharp licks and suction, shaking as you fall back on your elbow, accidentally pulling hard on Wooyoung’s hair — but he revels in it, moaning louder between the obscenely noisy sounds of his lips and tongue dragging you to the brink.

“See? That’s better, isn’t it? There I almost thought you’re nothing but a cockslut but you are just as whipped for pussy, aren’t you?” San says, dispassionately, and Wooyoung almost sobs at his words.

(San can’t fool you though; maybe Wooyoung can’t see it, but you do see the way his hand speeds up around his hard length, thick beads of precum leaking from the flushed tip.)

“Does he feel good, baby? Is my little cockslut making you feel good?” San asks you, but words fail you, breath catching in your throat in a pathetic whine. Your back arches, pelvis pushing into Wooyoung’s mouth even as your hand pulls him in closer. “I suppose that is a yes,” San grins. “Wooyoung should thank you, for allowing him such a treat.”

Wooyoung groans between your thighs, but that is not enough for San.

“I said,” he growls, covering your hand in Wooyoung’s hair with his own, overpowering you to pull the redhead back, “Wooyoung should thank you.”

“A-ah! Thank you, thankyou,” Wooyoung keens, in a ravenous and desperate scramble to get his mouth back on you. “Please, I need more,” he whines, struggling against his cuffs, “need her to cum on my tongue, please, fuck, please, let me— I gotta—”

He almost falls forward when San suddenly releases him again, but Wooyoung does not miss a beat, right back to slurping at your juices.

Your vision starts to blur and for a moment you don’t understand why, until a tear escapes your lashes, trailing down your cheek. You blink the rest away, desperate to see; to see Wooyoung as he devours you, to see San as he gets himself off to the sight of Wooyoung getting you off.

That is where your eyes linger; your mind is growing hazy, your thoughts slow like syrup as Wooyoung takes apart your sanity. But your mouth waters at the sight of San’s hand around his hard cock, and one thought does come through loud and clear.

Although the conversation before all this had focused on you and Wooyoung, it’s not like you and San was taken off the table…

Even if you could just lend him a hand… or a mouth… or even your cunt, after Wooyoung has his fill. Maybe you’d be too sensitive by then, worn out from Wooyoung’s voracious worship of your pussy; you would flutter and throb around San’s thick length as he took you, but god it’d be worth every sweet ache.

It does not take San long to notice you, lost in a complete daze and openly checking him out. “You are greedy,” he says, grin sharpening. “You already have Wooyoung’s mouth, you want my cock too?” He licks his lips. “Maybe next time, hm? Let Wooyoung have his fun now.”

Next time.

The promise courses through you like fire, right down to your weeping cunt — where Wooyoung twitches at the realisation that your attention has drifted to San instead of him. His mouth detaches from your clit with a wet noise, and he bites at your thigh, harder than before.

“Ah—!” You hiss at the sudden sting, and roughly pull at Wooyoung’s hair without even thinking, forcing him back to where you need him. “D-don’t stop, fuck, don’t—”

Wooyoung groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He does not stop, not this time, satisfied to have your full attention back. You struggle to gasp for breath, scrambling to hold Wooyoung in place when his nose bumps against your clit just right; and he is all too happy to let you grind against him, enthusiastically thrusting his tongue in your cunt.

“That’s right,” he grunts between thrusts. “Use me, that’s what I’m here for. Break my fucking nose if you want, I don’t fucking care. Wanna taste how you cream right on my tongue, c’mon, baby, come on.”

You can’t do anything but grant his request. You dangled at the edge for so long, the fall is hard when you finally tip over, electricity surging through you. Your thighs tremble as they lock around Wooyoung’s head, toes curling as they dig into his back. You cum with a strangled sob, helplessly falling back onto the bed, hips still undulating to chase the sparks that course all the way through every nerve ending in your body.

Wooyoung curses as he laps at you, making good on all his promises not to waste a single drop. He stays on you for what feels like forever, until the high of your orgasm tilts over into needling oversensitivity. He ignores the way you begin to squirm and whine, forcing you to physically push him away. Still he groans in protest, not wanting to part with your cunt just yet.

“Sit on my face,” he gasps, the words slurred. “I’m not done here, please, wanna feel you, wanna drown in that wet pussy, ride my fucking face until I can’t breathe, please, fuck please.”

Your cunt is still twitching from the aftershocks, yet there is not even a moment’s doubt in your mind. “Yes, fuck,” you say breathlessly, then look up to lock eyes with San. “Don’t you dare shut this one down,” you threaten, only half-joking. You will not have a repeat from last time.

San’s dominant front cracks at the dead-serious expression on your face, forcing him to stifle a laugh. “Alright, alright, I won’t dare,” he grins. “You know what? I’ll even give Wooyoung a little reward.”

He crouches down to undo the leather cuffs, and you startle when Wooyoung immediately lunges forward to grab two handfuls of your sides and yanks you towards him. His tongue drags across your sensitive folds for one more swipe, drawing a long whine from you, and only then does he let you scoot back. The expression on his face is dark, an unhinged shadow hiding behind the glitter of his eyes; Wooyoung is nowhere near done with you yet.

It takes a moment of shuffling around, but soon you have discarded your robe and Wooyoung is lying flat on the bed, where his hands make up for lost time as he grabs and kneads at your thighs and waist, impatiently pulling you further up from his chest to where he really wants you.

You move slowly, not to tease Wooyoung, but because you are still shaky from earlier — and San’s hand on the small of your back does not help. It is a relatively innocent gesture; San is only helping you to stay balanced, but the warmth of his large palm and slight coarseness of his fingertips is incredibly distracting.

You can’t linger for too long on thoughts of how his hand might feel on different parts of your body; Wooyoung is ready and waiting. His eyes peek up from underneath you with a bright glint, his fingers digging encouragingly into your legs.

“Go as hard as you want,” he purrs, rubbing his nose through your soaked folds. “Just enjoy the ride. I know I will.”

And with that, Wooyoung is right back on you like he never left. No teasing this time, no drawn-out bites at your thighs. Just his hungry mouth on your cunt, where you can feel his grin.

You hiss out a curse when he starts to whip his head up and down, and you grab onto your knees to brace yourself. This position lets you move more freely than before and Wooyoung smoothly coaxes you into a steady rhythm, your breath coming in small moans and sharp gasps.

Somehow it’s all more intense this way, more exposed. You are extremely aware of San’s eyes on you, watching how your chest heaves, how your thighs clench with the effort to fuck yourself on Wooyoung’s face. Wooyoung is even noisier now, every groan shooting right through you, his tongue leading your pace as he eats you out, forever insatiable. Like a man trying to quench his thirst with seawater, every drop of your juices only rousing Wooyoung’s appetite further.

Your eyes clench shut, still sensitive from before but also unable to stop from seeking out more. Wooyoung groans against you, spurred on by your need of him. You vaguely hear San shuffle around but you are too focused on trying to keep pace, on not collapsing against Wooyoung completely as rekindled tendrils of hot pleasure weave through your veins.

You jolt when a new hand suddenly touches your waist, but then another joins in to steady you. Your eyes fly open and turn your head, only to see San right behind you. He has taken off his sweats, now entirely naked, and there is a distinct hardness poking at your back.

“Relax,” he says, and runs a soothing hand up and down your side as he presses up against you, chest flush against your back.

You do relax; San is warm and solid behind you, a strong reassuring presence, and his soothing touch perfect for melting into. With a soft shudder you sink into his broad chest, the messy swirl of your hips stabilising to a languid roll now that San has his arms wrapped around you.

“There you go,” San murmurs, kissing your shoulder. One of his hands stays on your waist, keeping you steady, but the other traverses up to palm your breast, thumb teasing at your nipple. “Comfortable?”

“Mm,” you sigh out, starting to feel a little dazed. The world slows down around you, zooming in on just this moment, this place, with your fingers sliding into Wooyoung’s hair while San presses his lips to your shoulder again, firmer this time. Your back arches when he squeezes your breast, and your ass pushes back — right against his thick, hard cock.

San sucks in a sharp breath, surging forward when you moan encouragingly. Moving against you in an unhurried but persistent rut, inadvertently setting the pace of Wooyoung mouthing at your leaking cunt.

Like before, Wooyoung does not agree with having your attention divided. He huffs an audible breath, redoubling his efforts — something you had not thought possible. His loud moans have to be on purpose, the vibrations like shockwaves to your nervous system, and he nudges his head forward with every roll of your hips, dragging his nose against your clit at a toe-curling angle.

You whine and shudder, shakily clinging tighter onto San. He is all too eager to provide you an anchor, leisurely biting and sucking at your neck while he plays with your tits, alternating between them. He is slow and thorough with his touches, with his open-mouthed kisses, his restraint a dizzying contrast to the desperate, sloppy mess that Wooyoung is making.

The way you cling tighter onto San inflames Wooyoung’s efforts all over again. With a sob, you scramble to grab onto San’s shoulder, nails digging in to stay upright while Wooyoung eats you out like a starved animal. San hisses, hips bucking in approval, and Wooyoung groans against you in response.

You are drowning and floating all at once, trapped in an unending feedback loop of pleasure. It does not take long for you to fall apart, helplessly gyrating between their two bodies; the steadiness of San’s strong hold and his dick fitted snugly between your ass cheeks; the unhinged frenzy of Wooyoung’s mouth. You cry out as you cum again, harder than the last time — and again, Wooyoung does not let up, eagerly lapping at your release.

“F-fuck, Wooyoung…” you whine, pulling at his hair. But you do not pull him away, letting him savour you while you ride out your high, prolonged by every greedy swipe of his tongue.

San curses lowly, his hand leaving your breast to reach down, down. “Wanna feel…” he grunts, pressing his hips harder against your ass. “Such a good girl for us, let me feel what a mess you made…”

You can’t help but whimper in response to the pet name, and San’s teeth scrape against your neck between kisses.

Finally San’s hand reaches your cunt, bumping into Wooyoung’s nose when two fingers slide through your sodden folds — but you can’t enjoy his touch for long… not when Wooyoung bites at San’s thumb, hard enough to leave a mark.

San grunts roughly as he snatches his hand back, his mouth detaching from the column of your neck.

“Mine,” Wooyoung mumbles, and there is a dark, possessive glint in his eyes as he nuzzles at your clit. “This pussy’s all mine today.” He goes back to suctioning his lips around the swollen nub like nothing happened, but San’s face hardens.

“Nobody taught you how to share, Woo?” he asks sharply, but Wooyoung ignores him completely; a clear answer all the same. “Fine. If you want to be like that, it can be like that.”

San tips your chin up with his bitten hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek that is at odds with the storm brewing in his eyes. “You did so well,” he praises you, almost in accusation towards Wooyoung. “You can go for a little longer, can’t you? I’ll be right here.”

He starts to move away, a realisation that jolts through you with alarm. Trapped in a foggy daze, you instinctively whine and grab onto San, unwilling to untangle from him, destabilised without his arms around you. San’s eyes widen just slightly at your desperation to stay attached.

“What’s this, can’t go a moment without me?” he teases, pressing a few more kisses in the crook of your shoulder. “I won’t be far — how about we turn you around, hm? Let you watch while I handle Wooyoung.”

(Wooyoung grunts at the mention of his name, but it is a suspiciously excited sound.)

Watch San? Be the rapt audience to whatever he is planning? The thought sparks excitement, enough to blunt the edge off your needy desperation. Shakily, you nod your head. “Y-yeah. I want to watch.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, patting your ass. He starts to move again, and this time you let him.

You expected Wooyoung to protest when San helps lift you off his face, but he tentatively allows you to part from him long enough to turn around. It gives you time to take the sharpest edge off your overly sensitive body; especially when Wooyoung’s hands rub up and down your thighs once you’re settled back down. You can’t be sure if it’s intentional, but the light drag of his fingernails is strangely soothing, avoiding the patches of skin he marked so aggressively.

San is still right there, tipping up your chin to meet his eyes. “Just watch me, okay?” he reminds you, his gaze intent.

You hum in acknowledgement, sinking back into a feverish haze as Wooyoung descends on you once again. The angles are different like this, and he kisses at your clit with wet noises, flicking his tongue in a rapid, tight pattern that has you fighting for breath, while his nose nudges shallowly at your entrance.

And right in front of you, you can see how San lifts Wooyoung’s hips so he can strip off his boxers, where a dark stain is clearly visible in the crotch. Wooyoung’s dick smacks wetly against his stomach, so hard and flushed that it looks painful — just from eating you out, neglected all this time.

“Now,” San says in a low, clipped voice, “you’re real damn lucky, Woo. Need you to make our sweet girl feel good, so a proper punishment will have to wait for later. For now… you want her all to yourself so bad? Let’s give you some extra incentive to do what you’re good for.”

He sits across Wooyoung’s thighs, one leg on each side, and wraps one hand tightly around the base of Wooyoung’s leaking cock. Wooyoung whines, trying to move his hips but San has him pinned down. Your breath catches in a sharp moan as you watch wide-eyed how San rocks forward, using his free hand to rub his own hard length up against Wooyoung’s.

Entranced, you stare at how the two cocks slide against each other, precum mingling. Wooyoung’s is long with pretty veins, whereas San’s is more of a blunt instrument, thicker with just a slight curve — both equally mouth-watering in their own way. (“Next time,” San had promised you.)

Wooyoung groans a curse against you, his whines loud even muffled by your wet heat. Your hips swirl harder in response, and you moan wantonly as his pleasure reverberates through you — and his frustration too.

Because San is coldly calculated with his strokes, always careful to make sure Wooyoung is just shy of that final edge he needs.

“F-fuck, San, are—” Wooyoung whimpers when he catches on, his fingers digging harder into your thighs. “Are you—”

“You’re not cumming until she does.”

“She already—!”

“Again,” San cuts in, squeezing the base of Wooyoung’s cock tighter. He makes a noise of disappointment. “Going on and on about drowning in that sweet pussy, but it’s all forgotten the moment your own pleasure is on the line. Selfish, Woo. Is that all you really care about? Blowing your own load?”

You moan weakly, hips shifting against Wooyoung’s tight hold, trying to find his mouth again — and that is what snaps Wooyoung back into it.

“Fuck, don’t you listen to Sannie,” he groans, and sharply sucks at your clit with a lewd sound. “No way I’d forget about you.”

You can’t even be sure whether he’s talking to you or your cunt, and with the way he tongues at the latter? Who the fuck even cares? He can sing a whole damn serenade to your pussy every day of the week if he wants, recite poetry the whole night through; either way, you get everything your body craves for.

Well… Your eyes drift back to San.

Maybe not everything.

The thought crosses your mind, exactly when you are also struck by a distinct advantage to this position; all you have to do is lean forward to press your palms against Wooyoung’s chest, his dark nipples pebbled invitingly. He groans when you scratch lightly across his skin, his hot breath shuddering against your clit. You are tempted to keep going but…

But Wooyoung did deprive you of San’s firm body pressed flush against yours, and his slow, dedicated kisses. Maybe you should not forgive Wooyoung that part so quickly.

Maybe… maybe you feel a little mean right now.

(And a memory of one of Wooyoung’s kinks floats up into your mind, giving you the perfect outlet.)

“Hngh!”

Futilely, Wooyoung’s hips jerk upwards against San’s weight when you pinch at his nipple.

“Oh?” San grins, lips curling in approval. “Looks like someone agrees you deserve a little punishment, Woo. You made her very unhappy.”

Wooyoung moans loudly at the sting, his back arching into your touch. Suckling harder at your cunt, like he is only spurred on by the pain. “She won’t be unhappy for long,” he groans lowly, almost inaudible from underneath you. “Not after I’m done with her.”

Still, his noises get more and more desperate as San continues to edge him, mewling every time you tease at his flushed chest and play with his sensitive nipples. He groans in frustration every time you shift your hips in a way that breaks his rhythm, refusing to let him make you cum just to draw out his torment.

But despite his undeterred enthusiasm, eager to rise the challenge, you hesitate when his moans get just a little weaker. He starts to sound tired, and instead of grinding into him, you instinctively try to shift away out of genuine concern for his oxygen supply.

Wooyoung gives you no chance, yanking you back. “Stay right the fuck here,” he growls.

“Wooyoung, you’re— I don’t want to—”

His teeth sink into your inner thigh, warning you not to move an inch. “I’ll tap out when it’s too much,” he gasps against you. “Promise. Don’t you fucking move — you’re close, aren’t you? Fuck, I can tell, you’re so fucking wet, dripping all over my face. Just let me finish you off, hm? Sit back down, want you right here when you cum. I’ll have you creaming on my tongue in no time, just let me—”

It’s like Wooyoung is hit by some kind of second wind. Immediately he puts proof to promises, introducing his thumb to your clit. Working the digit in perfect tandem with his clever tongue, luring you back into rocking your hips in tune with his fanatical pace.

“Fuck,” you gasp, jaw falling slack. Shit, message received. Wooyoung is fine, no need to worry about him, not when you are the one whimpering and struggling to stay upright.

Your thighs tremble almost painfully; you try to hold out, to keep drawing out Wooyoung’s denial for as long as you can, but deep down you already know you won’t last. Your cunt clenches with every sweeping lick of pleasure that Wooyoung sends through it, a fire stoked by the view in front of you.

San’s teeth are gritted, a drop of sweat running down his temple. His rhythm is less controlled by now, slowly devolving into a mindless rut against Wooyoung’s twitching cock. The slick sound of skin against skin is almost as loud as Wooyoung’s mouth between your legs, and the coil inside you tightens and tightens, inevitable no matter how hard you try to scramble away from the edge. You give into it; your resolve to tease Wooyoung any longer is overriden by your own desperation for release.

You speed up your hips, grinding into Wooyoung while bracing yourself on his chest. He moans when you thumb at his nipples again, his pelvis bucking against San. The motion draws your eyes back to San’s hand; not large enough to wrap around two cocks at once but enough to guide his movements as he jerks himself off against Wooyoung.

San notices you watching, and gnaws at his bottom lip as it curves into a grin. “Look at you, you greedy thing,” he says. “Came twice and still want more, don’t you? Tell me what you need, hm?”

“Wanna watch you cum,” you blurt out without even thinking, “please. Wanna see…”

He sucks in a breath. “Anything you want, baby,” San promises, and he releases Wooyoung’s cock, who whines so loud you can’t tell if it’s relief or desperation. San strokes himself with purpose, his thumb playing against his leaking slit, and it only takes a few expert twists of his fist before he groans, pained bliss contorting his face.

Long ropes of cum spill across Wooyoung’s stomach, even a few spurts all the way up to his chest, and his whines morph into a low moan as the hot seed hits his skin. He squirms when San lazily gathers some on his fingers, spreading the sticky whiteness around.

Then San lifts his hand and offers his glistening fingers to you, an offer you eagerly accept.

“Oh? Wooyoung isn’t the only hungry one, I see,” San teases when you messily slurp around his fingers, swirling your tongue to get a proper taste of him.

You can only moan in response; another high builds up inside your aching, sensitive cunt, climbing and climbing. It is gradual but unstoppable, drawn forth by Wooyoung’s persuasive fingers and insatiable tongue. You scramble for something to hold onto — and find Wooyoung’s hand. He grabs onto you, your fingers intertwined while his other thumb presses against your clit with dogged persistence. Pressure mounts, deep inside your throbbing cunt, until you shatter under its weight.

Your broken sobs are muffled by San’s fingers, drool spilling past your lips and onto your chin. San watches you, fixated on your pleasure, intensifying the depth of your climax. A hot wet release spews out from your core, wrenched from deep inside you, and Wooyoung moans in unexpected delight as you gush onto his waiting tongue. This time Wooyoung does take it easier on your trembling body, languid strokes of his tongue as he has his fill of you. He coaxes out as much as he can, until you are shuddering and spent above him.

San slides his fingers from your mouth when you quiet down, then helps you lift yourself off Wooyoung to slump onto the bed. Gently, San puts a hand on your neck to tip up your chin, and there is a proud gleam in his eyes while he brushes his thumb just underneath your jaw.

“I think Wooyoung did enough to prove himself, don’t you?” he murmurs, patting Wooyoung’s thigh. “Do you want to keep watching, or help me out with him?”

“Hm, help,” you sigh, without hesitation. Wooyoung makes a needy sound in response, and you turn to look at him.

He is a mess, swollen lips parted as he pants for breath. His nose and lower half of his face glazed with your juices, while his hair and forehead are matted with sweat. His eyes are unfocused, his hand still clenched tightly around yours. But he chuckles weakly when he sees you take in his dishevelled state.

“Yeah?” he asks with a tired grin, a glint returning to his eyes. “Made you feel good?”

Rather than give your answer in words, you hold eye-contact with Wooyoung as you bend forward. His cock is flushed dark and achingly hot in your hand, and Wooyoung whimpers a soft sob when you press a kiss on the leaking tip. Neglected and then edged, Wooyoung squirms at even the lightest touch, his breath hitching as tears quickly begin to form in his eyes.

You take mercy on him, sinking down on him with your mouth, relishing his snivelled moan when you hollow your cheeks. His nails dig into your hand and his hips jerk upward — but San is still there, pinning him down. Leaving Wooyoung with no choice but to writhe helplessly while you take him deeper until he nudges at your gag reflex, where you swallow around his cockhead.

“Ahhhhh fuck fuck fuck,” Wooyoung hisses, stuttering a long string of curses, interjected by whiny calls of your name. It does not take any time at all before thick tears roll down his cheeks, his voice caught in a choked up cry when he finally cums, convulsing under San’s strong hands. Heat sparks in your lower abdomen at the sight of Wooyoung’s wretched state, even with your body as worn out as it is, and you moan contentedly as his hot seed hits your throat.

Eagerly, you swallow it down as much as you can. A little bit spills past your lips, dribbling down your chin, but San is happy to wipe it up with a thumb and suck it off himself.

Wooyoung starts to push at you, his release quickly tilting over to overstimulation, and again you take mercy. With a decadent smack, you detach your lips from his cock, still half-hard and glistening.

The look in Wooyoung’s hazy eyes as he stares up at you is pure reverence, and he tugs at you to come lay down by his side.

You don’t fight it, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once now that everyone has had their dues. So you let Wooyoung cuddle up to you as you lie on your back, his arm and leg thrown across your body.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Wooyoung mumbles into your shoulder. “Abso-fucking-lutely spectacular.”

“And you are still drunk on pussy,” you giggle, but the praise warms your skin nonetheless.

“Hm. Maybe,” he says. “Doesn’t change facts.”

San chuckles fondly and runs an affectionate hand through Wooyoung’s sweaty hair. “You alright? Both of you?”

Wooyoung lifts his head up to look at San, like the stars are hung in his eyes. “You’re incredible too,” he grins, and you nod staunchly, humming your agreement.

You swear San’s smile turns shy, though he shakes his head like he’s dealing with a pair of incorrigible scamps. “That’s not what I asked, and you know it.”

“’m fine,” Wooyoung says. “Fucking amazing. Gimmi a minute and I can run a marathon.”

“Sure you can,” San indulges him, giving you a quick wink. He gets a washcloth to clean you up, mindful to ask permission first even though you’d given the okay beforehand. The okay still stands; especially with the pleasant ache that has spread through your body, making you loathe to even move an inch.

“God, I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” you groan, wincing despite how careful San is while dabbing at your thighs, bruised from Wooyoung’s… enthusiastic worship. “You’re a damn menace,” you mumble at Wooyoung, who just grins cheekily at you.

“Yep,” he agrees proudly.

San sighs and shakes his head. “Seriously, you really do have a sharp set of teeth on you, Woo. I still can’t believe you bit me like that,” he pouts, lifting up his thumb to show off the faded indents.

Wooyoung’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, was it that hard? Sorry sorry. Got carried away,” he laughs awkwardly, taking San’s thumb to press a light apologetic kiss on the mark. Then his grin returns, bold and mischievous, “But uh, didn’t you say something about a proper punishment?”

San rolls his eyes, and leans forward to land a soft bite right on the top of Wooyoung’s head in retaliation. “Really? You’re saying you’re good to go again?” he asks incredulously, and Wooyoung just shrugs. He really did bounce back quickly this time, almost as energetic again as he was at the start.

“How about you?” San asks, returning to his task of cleaning you up.

God, these two men really are committed to proving they’ll be the death of you, aren’t they? “Give me a minute and I’m good… to watch,” you say, finding a compromise between your depleted body and the interest sparked between your sore, aching thighs.

But San’s moping over Wooyoung’s bite has you thinking; both of them have adapted so smoothly to this new avenue in their sex lives. At no point have you ever detected any jealousy about adding a third person in the bedroom; the only act of possessiveness had been about you. Meanwhile, both San and Wooyoung appear perfectly comfortable to be shared.

“Have you guys ever done something like this before? Threesomes?” you ask curiously. You do know that the voyeurism aspect was new to Wooyoung, but maybe he’s had other experiences?

“San has,” Wooyoung says, tracing absent-minded circles around a bite he left on your stomach.

“Oh?”

San shrugs his shoulders. “I teamed up a few times with a friend, back when I was more active in the BDSM community. Domming together. It’s been a while though.”

“Oh?” Now there certainly is an interesting image.

“I was in an open relationship before,” Wooyoung chimes in again, before you have a chance to get nosy about San’s friend, “but things never, you know, overlapped. Not like this.”

‘Not like this’?

But… what is this?

You can’t help it; you tense up. Wooyoung said ‘relationship’; a word with a broad variety of meanings, with many potential layers to it — but most people narrow it down to one specific kind, especially in connection to sex.

How do San and Wooyoung see this one, with you?

You remember it clearly, the first time you heard of the term ‘aromantic’; it was like a gear clicking into place. It brought clarity to what always felt like a gap between you and the majority of people around you. The solution to a strange mystery of misunderstandings.

You like San and Wooyoung very much, you really do. There is a connection that isn’t contained to a casual hook-up. But depending on what expectations they have, now or in the future, you might not match those — and that makes you a little fidgety. It’s not a failing on your part, you know that, but other people don’t always see it that way.

San notices that you’re sinking away in your own thoughts, and gently nudges you back into his bedroom, back to him and Wooyoung. “Hey. Tell me what’s happening.”

You hesitate, a little embarrassed about how presumptuous some of those thoughts are. For all you know, they don’t think about you like that at all — and maybe never will. All your worries could be completely unnecessary. “Yeah no, it’s not…”

‘Not important’ you are about to say, but you swallow down the words. San always encourages you to be open about boundaries; he has to mean those in a non-sexual context as well, right?

“Okay,” you say, sitting up straight to gather yourself. “So, I really don’t want to make assumptions about how you guys see this going forward, but if this” — you vaguely gesture to the messy sheets on the bed — “becomes a regular thing, then maybe we should talk about some ground rules outside the bedroom too.”

“Yeah, of course,” San says, brow furrowed lightly. He immediately takes it as seriously as you suspected he would, but you still feel a relieved lightness in your chest to have it confirmed.

Wooyoung sits up as well, curious for what else you have to say. “Sure, makes sense,” he says; another confirmation that this is a safe space, and that you are in safe hands. You take a breath, and continue on.

[sativateez]

☆ texting bf!ateez while they’re on tour

- i saw ateez last weekend and miss them so bad so this is how I cope 😇

warnings: kys joke, swearing, reader is a freak tbh, some nsfw?

- requests are open for multiple groups pssttt !!

[matzofficial]

💭 — DAILY TEXTS WITH BF!ATEEZ (EP 01.)

pairing. bf!ateez x reader cw. some unhingedness, (1) a/b/o joke, yungi making out, san loses more baked goods.

notes. hi hi! this is my first ever smau fic so i hope you liked it ! reblogs and comments are appreciated. look forward to more :)

[rmview]

how they kiss you, ATEEZ.

featuring — ateez members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — an imagine of what it’s like kissing the ateez boys!

contents — fluff, suggestive content, no warnings.

hong ♡ joong

hongjoong’s kisses are filled with meaning, as if he’s trying to convey everything he feels in that single moment. he’s a perfectionist, even in romance, so his kisses are thoughtful and intentional. he takes his time, holding your face gently in his hands as his lips brush against yours, soft and lingering. hongjoong prefers intimate moments when it’s just the two of you, away from the world’s chaos, where he can focus entirely on you. he often pairs his kisses with whispered words — small affirmations of love or a cheeky remark to make you smile. after a long day, he likes to lean his forehead against yours, closing his eyes before pressing a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. to him, every kiss is a promise: that he’s yours and always will be.

“come here, love. let me remind you just how much you mean to me.”

seong ♡ hwa

seonghwa’s kisses are tender and comforting, the kind that makes you feel cherished and protected. he’s incredibly gentle, brushing his lips softly against yours, taking his time to savor the moment. seonghwa often cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb stroking your skin as he kisses you, ensuring you feel every ounce of his affection. his kisses are warm and patient, like he’s reminding you that there’s no rush — he’s here, and so are you. he loves stealing kisses on your forehead or the corner of your lips, especially when you’re not expecting it, just to see you smile. during moments of passion, he lets his emotions take the lead, kissing you deeper and holding you tighter, as if he never wants to let go.

“you’ve been on my mind all day. c’mere, baby.”

yun ♡ ho

yunho’s kisses are playful and full of joy, much like his personality. he loves making you laugh mid-kiss, often pulling away just to press a quick peck on your nose or whisper something silly. his energy shines through every kiss, making each one feel like a burst of happiness. yunho enjoys spontaneous moments, catching you off guard with a cheeky grin before pulling you close. despite his fun-loving nature, he has a soft side that shows during more intimate moments. when he kisses you deeply, it’s with a mix of tenderness and passion, his arms wrapping around you as if he’s shielding you from the world. to yunho, kissing is just another way of expressing his boundless affection for you.

“hey, don’t just stand there looking cute. come here and let me love you properly.”

yeo ♡ sang

yeosang’s kisses are subtle but full of unspoken emotion. he’s not one for grand displays of affection, but when he kisses you, it’s with purpose and sincerity. his lips graze yours softly, almost teasingly, before he lets the kiss deepen. yeosang often kisses you as a way to reassure you of his feelings, especially when words feel inadequate. he loves the quiet moments, like when you’re sitting together in comfortable silence, and he leans over to press a kiss on your temple or your hand. there’s a quiet intensity in the way he kisses, as if he’s letting you into the depths of his heart with every touch of his lips.

“you have no idea how beautiful you are to me, pretty girl.”

san ♡

san’s kisses are passionate and electric, leaving no room for doubt about his feelings. he’s the type to pull you close, his hands framing your face or resting on your waist, as he pours all his emotions into every kiss. san loves eye contact, locking eyes with you just before leaning in, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. his kisses can range from soft and tender to fiery and intense, depending on the mood, but they’re always full of love. he’s also incredibly affectionate, peppering your face with quick, playful kisses when he’s in a good mood, just to hear you laugh. when san kisses you, he makes you feel like the center of his universe, his lips telling you everything without the need of words.

“you’re mine, and i’ll never get tired of reminding you.”

min ♡ gi

mingi’s kisses are a mix of sweet and bold, much like his personality. he’s not afraid to show his affection, often pulling you into his arms for a kiss that leaves you breathless. there’s a playful side to his kisses — he loves teasing you, brushing his lips against yours before finally closing the gap. mingi often kisses you out of the blue, surprising you with his spontaneity, but he also knows how to set the mood for something more intimate. when he kisses you deeply, it’s with a quiet intensity, his hands resting securely on your lower back as he pulls you closer. with mingi, every kiss feels like an adventure, full of warmth and excitement.

“come here, i need to kiss you.”

woo ♡ young

wooyoung’s kisses are fiery and passionate, often leaving you a little dizzy but craving more. he’s confident and playful, always finding ways to make you blush. wooyoung loves teasing you before a kiss, leaning in close and whispering something flirtatious, only to pull away at the last second with a cheeky grin. when he finally kisses you, it’s with a spark of energy, his lips moving against yours in a way that feels both thrilling and deeply affectionate. he’s not shy about his love, often kissing you in public to show the world you’re his. despite his bold nature, wooyoung also has a softer side, surprising you with gentle kisses when you least expect it, reminding you that his love runs deep.

“mine, *kiss* mine, *kiss* mine.”

jong ♡ ho

jongho’s kisses are steady and grounding, a reflection of his calm and adorable nature. he takes his time, ensuring every kiss is meaningful. jongho isn’t one for grand gestures, but the simplicity of his kisses speaks volumes about his love for you. he often kisses you softly, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he leans in. there’s a quiet strength in the way he kisses, as if he’s silently promising to always stand by your side. jongho also loves pressing small, affectionate kisses on your forehead or the top of your head, especially when you’re feeling down. to him, kissing is a way to connect with you on a deeper level, showing his love through actions rather than words.

“darling, let me take care of you.”

notes: my first post, yay! i'm new to the fandom (and writing) so forgive me if their characters/mannerisms aren't accurate, it's just how i perceive them :p constructive criticism and requests are welcome!

[yeosanitycheck]

texting boyfriend!ateez about the recent comeback

pairing: bf!ateez x reader

warnings!: mdni, mature themes, dark humor, nsfw.

a/n: i had to, ICE ON MY TEETH is soooo good. im obsessed. (requests are in progress!!)