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oshimee · 2 years ago

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birthday boy

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: during an intimate moment, hyunjin suggests you both create something with the help of his phone

warnings: established relationship, smut, clit play, fingering, oral (f rec), taking pictures and videos during sex (consensual), unprotected sex (piv), hyunjin has big dick energy, bulge kink, degrading names (brat, toy, cum slut), cockwarming, creampie, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, squirting, dumbification, aftercare

words: 4k ~ (4039)

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the ear piercing sound of your alarm rings. you groan softly, eyes struggling to open as you tap around your bedside table for your phone. you let out another groan, turning your alarm off before snuggling back under the sheets.

“yn.” a heavy, deep and hoarse voice from behind. you hum as a response, feeling his arms wrap around your midriff. he pulls you close to his chest, the curve of your ass bumping against his erection.

“hyunjin..?” you whisper, wiggling your ass purposely. a soft groan hits the back of your neck, his plump lips lazily kissing your neck.

“'m sorry.” he mumbles. you shake your head no, biting your lip gently before reaching down and placing your hand on top of his.

“it's ok. tell me what you want. it is your birthday after all.”

“you.” he mumbles, lazily sucking on your neck. he's not fully awake, you can tell by how slurred and slow his words and actions are

“you have me, jinnie.”

“mhm.” hyunjin gently pries open your legs, keeping one up in the air, bent at the knee. you swallow, feeling his hand travel down your chest and stomach before his fingertips gently bump the waistband of your panties.

your breath hitches in your stomach, hyunjin snaking his arm under your pillow as you feel his fingers slowly dip between the waistband of your panties.

his nimble fingers come into contact with your clit. you let out a small whimper, nuzzling into your pillow as he rubs slow circles on the bud. his plump lips kisses your neck, sucking on the skin whilst occasionally dragging his sharp canines, threatening to bite you.

“h-hyunjin..” you mumble, eyes closing slowly. you allow yourself to bask in the pleasure, the feeling building and building in the pit of your stomach, making you feel alive and on fire.

“so pretty.” he mumbles, his fingers briefly leaving your clit to dip between your folds. he uses his middle and index finger to rub between them, a hum of contentment rippling in the back of his throat from the feeling of your slick coating his digits.

“wet.” he slurs, breath hitting your neck. “i love how wet you become for me, how responsive your body is ”

“s-shh. it's embarrassing when you say it out loud, jinnie.” you mumble as you feel your cheek heat up.

“i just like to voice my opinions, baby. plus, i know how much you love hearing me.” he pushes himself up slightly, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. he gently blows, causing shivers to run down your spine as you feel his fingertips circle around your entrance.

“i want you, yn.” his voice is deep and harsh.

“you have me, jinnie.” your voice a mere squeak.

“no.” he mumbles, pressing his chest firmly against your back. his body is hot, heat radiating onto you. you're suffocating, but you enjoy it so much “i need you” he reiterates as he pushes his two fingers deep inside you.

he's welcomed by your warmth. your gummy walls squeezing around his digits as he slowly thrusts them in and out. you let out a shaky moan, your leg starting to ache from being in the air for too long.

“do you understand now, baby? do you understand what i want?” you nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “words baby. talk to me.”

“y-yes jinnie.”

“that's my girl.” he curls his fingers up against your walls, the pad of his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your puffy clit as his fingers caress your walls. his fingers become soaked with a new layer of slick with each pull back, the sounds of your sloppy cunt making hyunjin's cock twitch uncontrollably in his grey boxer shorts.

“gosh, you sound so fucking beautiful.” hyunjin takes note of your hands that have automatically slid under your night shirt, your fingers tugging and rolling your sensitive nipple.

“j-jinnie.. need, need you so bad.” you whimper. your breath is laboured, pleasure rushing to the tips of your fingers and toes. your body feels like it's on fire and with each thrust of hyunjin's fingers, you feel closer and closer to the edge.

“more.. i want more.”

“oh baby. it's my birthday and yet you're demanding. typical.”

“sorry, i didn't mea–”

“it's ok. i love spoiling my little brat.” hyunjin pulls his fingers out, much to your dismissal. he hushes your whines by pressing his plump lips against yours. they mold together, moving slowly and in time with each other. hyunjin gently rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs.

he pushes your panties down your legs, his fingers rubbing your clit again. you whimper in the kiss, hyunjin taking advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue inside your mouth.

it's hot. his tongue skillfully caressing, tasting each nook and cranny of your mouth. his fingers delicately dancing around your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure to ripple up and down your spine. you grip onto hyunjin gently, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck.

he sucks on the skin, leaving a trail of purple splotches. he hastily takes your night shirt off, lips attacking your breasts. teeth scraping along the skin, purple bruising and teeth marks forming in his wake. he licks, sucks and tugs at your nipples, giving each one the right amount of attention.

his lips trail down the valley of your breasts to your stomach. you watch with eager eyes, his own holding so much hunger for you. he buries his face between your legs, wasting no time in devouring your pussy.

he licks, slurps and nibbles your clit. he grips onto your thighs, keeping them wide apart. his strength keeps you from closing your legs around his head. he groans against your folds, tongue licking a long strip from entrance to clit before sucking it.

“j-jin.. fuck, oh fuck..” you pant, fingers tangling in his messy hair. spit and slick mix together forming strings that connect him and you together. his tongue dives in and out of your pussy, cock twitching and balls tightening with each drop of essence he tastes.

his chin and lips coat in saliva and slick. he's messy, a stark contrast from his usual, pristine self.

“taste so good. so good and it's mine, all mine.. fuck yn.” hyunjin pants, his face staying buried between your legs. his fingertips sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, hyunjin acting like a starved man. “more. need so much more.”

your walls contract around his tongue as he uses it to fuck you. saliva dribbles down his chin, his hips lazily grinding down on bed. he's desperate. his cock rock hard and leaking so much pre cum. the material of his boxer shorts soaking up the pre cum.

he pushes his fingers deep inside you. he groans at the warmth and wetness, the feel of your soft, squishy walls squeezing his digits. he laps at your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out, scissoring you to prepare you. you tug at his hair as you sob his name.

he looks up at you, watching the way your face scrunches up, your chest rising up and down rapidly. your hair sticking to your skin, body hot to the touch and slick with sweat.

“you're so warm around my fingers baby.” he mumbles against your clit, “i just know it's going to be so blissful to feel you around my cock.” he smirks as he feels your walls clamp down around his digits.

“loosen up babe. i have to make sure i fit.” he says with a hint of cockiness lacing his words. you roll your eyes, smirking as you gaze down at him.

“you will fit, hyun. you always do.”

“mhm. but you know how big and thick i am.”

“you sound so cocky.” you groan as hyunjin peppers kisses along your inner thighs.

“mhm. is that a bad thing?”

“no. it's attractive, actually. plus, i like your cock, i love the way it makes me feel.” you purr.

“is that what you want baby? to feel my cock deep inside you and stroking your warm and wet walls?”

“please. don't get me wrong, i love your fingers but your cock.. it just hits all the right places.” you whimper.

hyunjin slowly pulls his fingers out. your core throbbing as the sudden emptiness. you swallow, watching as hyunjin rests up on his knees between your legs. his boxer shorts too tight for him, squeezing around his length whilst moulding to his shape and size.

he pushes his boxer shorts down to his thighs, grabbing you by your ankles to pull you closer to him. you squeal, laughing softly.

“so, it's my birthday.” hyunjin smirks as he strokes his cock slowly. “what treat will i get from you?”

“a-anything you want.” you whisper. hyunjin looks around before spotting his phone on his side of the bed. he gives you a cheeky smirk as he reaches over and grabs his phone.

“porn.”

“e-excuse me??”

“lets make porn together.” you cheeks flush a crimson red. hyunjin keeps his gaze locked on you, his face and tone of voice sincere.

“b-but.. i – hyun..” you stutter.

“only if you want to baby. i won't make you do something you don't feel comfortable doing.”

“nono! i mean, i know we've spoken about it before but i–uh” you stumble over your words, feeling extremely shy all of a sudden. “i-i mean, sure.”

hyunjin's face lights up, a big smile plastered on his face. “it'll just be for us baby, dont worry.”

“i know jinnie. i trust you.” hyunjin opens up his camera, pointing it at you and swallowing thickly. the sight of your round breast and perky nipples. your skin glowing due to the sheen of sweat and your juices sticking to your folds and inner thighs.

it's enough to make hyunjin cum.

“holy shit.. you're so beautiful.” he mumbles, taking a few pictures of you. he groans softly, eyes fixated on his screen as he scans over your body. the sheen of sweat glistening from the light, your hair unkempt and fanned out against the sheets, your eye doe like and lips parted.

“jinnie..” you whisper, “hurry!”

hyunjin hums softly, pressing record on his phone. he grabs the base of his cock, pointing the camera down so it's in view. he rubs his tip between your soaked folds, bumping against your clit as your core pulsates.

hyunjin pushes himself inside slowly. his cock head disappearing and being encapsulated by your warmth and wetness. the stretch burns, making you feel some discomfort

you let out short, laboured pants as he pushes. your body feeling stuffed already. you know he isn't even halfway but he already feels so deep, reaching and caressing the deepest parts of your body.

“tight.. warm..” hyunjin groans, holding your waist with one hand whilst making sure he captures his cock slowly disappearing inside you on camera.

“i feel so full already Jinnie. you're so big.. thick and just.. it's so much.” you mewl.

“halfway. im halfway baby. you're doing so well for me.” hyunjin stops pushing to which you furrow your brows at. you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing him with your heels.

“all!!”

“b-but baby.. i won't be able to hold. you know that.”

“dont care. i want all of you. i want to be filled up by you until it's all seeping out.”

“baby..” hyunjin shakily whispers. “dont tempt me.”

“please hyunjin. please.” you beg “it is your birthday after all so please just, use me.”

“you, yn, are a menace. i hope you know that.” you hum in response, taking hyunjin's phone.

you point it at him as he grips onto your hips. he pushes and pushes, until he bottoms out in you. beads of sweat roll down his temples, brows scrunched together as he squeezes your hips.

you point the phone down, placing your hand on the lower portion of your stomach. you pant heavily, walls squeezing around hyunjin as an obvious and promenate bulge is felt under the palm of your hand.

“big.. so big. can you feel it hyunjin? can you feel how deep inside you are?”

“yes” he whispers as his eyes squeeze shut. “yes i can and I am struggling. you're so warm, wet and fucking tight.”

“do you like it though?” you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes as you take his hand and press it against the bulge. hyunjin clenches his jaw as he presses firmly. he feels the tip of his penis against his palm, a shaky breath escaping from his nostrils.

“i might cum. i feel so close already.”

“then cum jinnie. i told you, it's your birthday. use me as much as you want.”

hyunjin's head dips low, his plump lip caught between his teeth. he squeezes your hips with force, leaving bruises behind. you help him edge closer by purposefully contracting around his length.

“no.. shit.. close. gonna cum. f-fuck!” he shivers, long groans rippling from his chest as his release hits him. you make sure to capture the whole thing on video, panning the camera up and down.

hyunjin lazily thrusts his hips, riding out his high and fucking his cum deep inside you. his cock twitches, feeling a little sensitive but he cannot stop. you feel too good around, so good that he is willing to overstimulate himself.

“my precious jinnie.” you coo. “are you sensitive already?” you tease. he grunts, gripping your hips before pulling his hips back, his cockhead being the only thing remaining inside you.

“toys don't talk.” he snaps his hips harshly against yours. your eyes widen, body jolting with each powerful impact. pleasure surges through your veins, taking over your entire being. you let out soft grunts and moans in the form of his name, the ability to focus on capturing hyunjin via camera becoming a struggle.

his cock strokes and caresses your soft, wet walls. his tip bumps and nudges your g-spot, heightening the pleasure.

“j-jinnie..” you pant. hyunjin smirks, taking his phone off you and videoing you. he captures the way your body twists and turns, the scrunch of your eyebrows and your eyes fluttering shut. your sweet moans captured on video as well as ringing in his ears.

you're a sight he loves to see.

“good?”

“so good.” you groan. you cup your breasts, squeezing them in the palm of your hands. you tug and roll your nipples between your thumb and finger whilst staring straight into the camera.

“such a good toy.” hyunjin hums. “letting me us you and dump all my cum inside you. what a great birthday treat.”

“want it to be a day you'll never forget.” you whisper

“dont you worry yn. i will never be able to forget this.” he pans the camera down, capturing the space that connects you both together.

it's sloppy. cum and juices mixing together. the skin of his veiny cock being coated with a new layer of your slick. you grip onto the sheets as you babble. your mind is hazy and numb, nothing but thoughts of hyunjin rushing through your mind.

hyunjin presses the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. you whimper, reaching out and grabbing his wrist in an attempt to stop his actions. the pit of your stomach feels terribly warm, the knot tightening with each rub and thrust; and hyunjin knows it.

“hold.” he states as you open your mouth to let him know you're close. you close your mouth, deciding to go against debating with him considering the way he is looking at you so hungrily.

you obey. you have no choice but to obey.

you desperately hold. the pressure building and building. your cunt becoming more and more sensitive. hyunjin is showing no signs of being gentle nor slowing down. his skin slaps against yours harshly, the sounds mixing together with moans and sloppy, wet sounds.

“burns..” you whisper, back arching off the bed. hyunjin hums, disregarding your statement and feelings. he's too caught up in his own pleasure, chasing his own high. it's not a bad thing per say.

you've seen him like this many times before. he's reached that point. his own mind is hazy. he's drunk on lust, hormones and the way you feel and sound. he wants more, more than what you're body can give. he wants to push your limits as well as his own.

you trust him. you know he would never hurt you. you know that if you felt the need to use the traffic light system, he would stop and come back down to reality.

however, you love seeing him like this. his pupils blown out with lust and pure hunger. his body slick with sweat, dripping down from his sharp chin. a sudden burst of energy pumps through his veins, hips smacking harshly against yours making your muscles scream out in pain.

hyunjin suddenly pulls out off you to rest against the headboard. he impatiently takes your wrist, pulling you on top of him. he raises his brow at you as you straddle him, pussy hovering over his throbbing cock.

at this point, the homemade porn has been long forgotten, the phone discarded on the bed but still recording the sounds you're both making. you plant your hands firmly on hyunjin's stomach as you lower yourself onto his length. you whimper, the knot threatening to snap as he penetrates you again.

“p-please.. can't..”

“can't what?”

“can't continue.” you heavily pant, your hips automatically moving on their own, contradicting your words.

“really? because from where i'm sitting, i think you can.” a shit eating grin plastered on his face. you hang your head low, hair hiding your face as you dig your nails into his stomach. you use your thighs, tensing the muscles, to bounce on his cock, setting a steady and fast rhythm.

the new position makes it possible for hyunjin to reach further inside you, which you didn't think was possible. it's a strange feeling, a feeling you can't describe. you just feel tingly and overwhelmed.

“please jinnie.. please let me cum..” the feeling is unbearable. you feel so close yet so very far.

“what did i tell you at the start? toys don't talk.” you whimper, hot tears filling your eyes. hyunjin coos as he strokes your cheek.

your movements soon become sloppy, your muscles starting to burn. you settle on rocking your hips back and forth, hyunjin helping you by holding your hips. not long after, he takes your wrist and pulls you flush against his chest. he wraps his arms around you tightly, planting his feet firmly on the bed before thrusting upwards into you.

you let out empty moans and whimpers, arms and body falling limp. your lips part, drool and tears trickling down and onto his skin.

“love it when you let me use you like this.” hyunjin says between heavy pants. his balls tightening, cock twitching. your walls clench around him, tighter and tighter, making it impossible for him to move.

“h-hyunjin…” you sob.

“shh. soon baby. just let me dump my cum inside you, yeah?”

“cum. want cum. wanna cum.” you babble.

“my little cum slut. i'm almost there baby.” you continue to babble, broken sobs mixed in. hyunjin halts his movements, long, desperate groans rippling from his chest as his orgasm hits him.

you close your eyes as the feeling of his hot, sticky fluid filling you up. his cock twitching with each release, hyunjin holding onto you for dear life. you had no time to warn him, the pent up pressure plus the feeling of hyunjin filling you up was too much for your body to bear.

you bite down in your lip hard, muscles and body convulsing and shaking as you squirt. your orgasm hit hard making you feel light headed and desperate for breath. juices squirt out onto hyunjin, spilling onto the bedsheets as it mixes together with his cum.

he pulls his flaccid cock out off you slowly as you hiss in pain. cum seeps from your entrance, spilling onto the sheet and mixing with your juices. hyunjin looks down at you, stroking your hair gently and kissing the top of your head.

“baby?” he soft speaks, a hint of worry laced in his words. “are you ok?”

you give him a weak hum. hyunjin bites his lip, worry lacing his facial features.

“was it too much..?” he wearily asks. you slowly lift your head up to look at him, shaking your head no slowly.

“absolutely not.” hyunjin chuckles softly at the sound of your hoarse voice.

“are you sure?”

“a million percent.”

“ok angel. shall we clean up?” you nod, slowly getting off hyunjin. you hiss at the sudden shooting pain in your back and legs. hyunjin gives you an apologetic smile before rushing to the bathroom.

he fills the tub up with your favourite lavender scented bubble bath, laying out your soft towel, cotton panties and some cream to help soothe and heal your bruises.

he takes a soft, cotton flannel, soaking it up with some lukewarm water before walking to you. he kneels between your legs, gently wiping at your sore and swollen pussy. you whimper, hyunjin kissing your inner thighs tenderly as a way of apologizing before picking you up and walking to the tub.

he gently lowers you down, getting in behind you. you hum softly at the feeling of the warm water relaxing your tired and sore muscles. you rest all your body weight onto hyunjin's chest.

“what would you like to do today, jinnie?” you ask as hyunjin squirts some shampoo onto the palm of his hand. he massages it into your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.

“i want to go to an art museum and have some coffee later.”

“ok.” you grin. “i'm paying for it all though.”

“are you sure? i mean, you are tender darling. i don't want you to push yourself further if you're sore.”

“jinnie, i'll be fine. don't you worry. i know my body and my limits. plus, it is your birthday.”

“i know but i also don't mind staying in as well if you're sore baby.”

“jinnie, i want to. i'll be fine, i promise you.” you close your eyes as hyunjin rinses the shampoo from your hair before applying and rinsing the condition.

“pinky promise?” he extends his arm out to your side, pinky at the ready. you giggle, hooking your pinky with his. “ok, good. we shall just take it easy and slow then, yeah?”

you nod in agreement before washing your body. hyunjin washes his hair and body before stepping out. he wraps a towel around himself, extending his hand out to you in which you take and allow him to help you out off the tub.

he laughs softly at your shaky legs, a faint pink blush appearing on your cheeks. he helps to dry you off and dress you, applying the cream to your bruises.

hyunjin rushes off to the bedroom to get dressed, you shakily following him. he picks up his phone, smirking as he stops the recording.

“saving that for later.”

“hyun!!” you whine, feeling shy and embarrassed. hyunjin laughs softly before picking out his outfit.

“im so excited! i've been wanting to go to the museum for weeks!”

“im glad you're excited baby. it'll be my treat too.”

“you don't have to baby.”

“no.” you say, standing in front of him and placing your hand on his chest gently. “but i want to. you're my baby, i want to spoil you.”

hyunjin holds your waist gently, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss; a kiss that filled with such love and sincerity, it feels like your drowning and unable to breath from the powerful emotion.

“i love you so much, yn.” he takes your hand gently, pressing his lips against the back of it as he keeps his eyes on you. your heart leaps from your chest, cheeks turning pink.

“and i love you so much too jinnie. happy birthday, my handsome boy.”

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hwaslayer · 2 months ago

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happy birthday pookie! 🥺💞 i hope you have the best bday ever! 🫂 hopefully this feels like a hug from there! but thank you for reading, i appreciate you to bits 🫶🏼

vivrant thing (jwy) | six. (final)

—SPOTIFY PLAYLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST

—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.

—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, smut

—WORD COUNT: 8.6k

—CHAPTER CONTENT / WARNINGS: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, date night, the spot mentioned is inspired by an actual place in sf (i will not name it here tho because of spoilers lol pls feel free to message me if you'd like to know)!, half-up-half-down-haired wooyoung, alcohol consumption, corny pickup lines!!, lots and lots of kisses, sweet affectionate moments, woo x oc are literally so cute idek what else to say besides it should be a warning itself lol, making out, oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, breast play, multiple orgasms (2), we love a good ol' jung family moment lmao

—ON ROTATION (all in the playlist): i like the way (the kissing game) - hi-five • fantasy - mariah carey • we can freak it - kurupt • let's get down - tony! toni! toné! & dj quik

—A/N: thank you soooo much for all your love on this fic and for coming along this lil journey!! 🥰 i appreciate it so SO much! stay tuned for more wildfire & other fics to come .. <33

"Papa. Call me or Wooyoung if you need anything, okay? We'll come." Papa brushes you off as he sits on his couch, blanket folded neatly and placed ontop of his lap.

"I'll be fine. I promise."

"Pinky swear?" You raise your pinky in the air and he does the same.

"Yes, pinky swear." He laughs a bit. "Now please, I need you two to have fun on your date. Don't worry about me. No if's, and's or but's. You and Wooyoung have been taking care of me so much, that's all I'm asking for." You tilt your head to the side before you playfully roll your eyes and smile. Papa can't help but return the smile because he hasn't seen you glow like this in years.

—FLASHBACK

"Woo." You finish gathering Papa's old clothes into the bag the hospital gave you, Papa sitting on the edge of his bed in the new sweatsuit you bought for him. "I'm gonna go find his nurse, I wanna give her the gift before we go." You set the bag next to Wooyoung as he finishes cleaning up around Papa's bed, getting ready to take him down to the car.

"Okay. We'll wait here." Wooyoung sits on the chair, asking if Papa needs anything else before leaving. He finds his attention shifting towards the door when he feels a figure suddenly come into his peripherals. "Oh shit, you scared me."

"Hey, sorry." Yeosang peeks in through the doorway, softly knocking against the frame.

"All good." Wooyoung looks at him, with Papa turning his attention towards Yeosang as well.

"Oh, Yeosang! It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Yeosang slowly steps forward after giving a curt bow. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late, I meant to visit yesterday but got caught up with some family things. I see you're getting ready to head out!"

"Yes, finally getting out of here." Papa chuckles. "Don't worry about it. The thought is what counts." Yeosang nods before shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Glad to see it." He smiles. "Is Y/N around?"

"She went to go find the nurse. She should be back in a few minutes if you wanna wait around." Wooyoung looks at him. "She'd be happy to see you."

"Thanks."

"Do you need to use the bathroom or anything?" Wooyoung asks Papa to try and distract himself from the awkward energy lingering in the room.

"No, I'm okay." Wooyoung nods. Lucky for him, you come prancing in at that very moment— stopping in your tracks when you find Yeosang lingering around the room. You give him a small smile, approaching him sweetly like you always do.

"Yeo."

"Hey. Sorry. I meant to come yesterday, but I got busy. I got worried when I didn't see you at work, but Jiwoo told me what's been happening." You shake your head.

"Don't worry about it."

"No, I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner when I should've. I've been letting my feelings get in the way and it's unfair to you."

"It's okay, Yeosang. Seriously. I understand, and I know things will take time."

"Are you going to stare any harder?" Papa whispers to Wooyoung and he knits his forehead in response, purses his lips together tightly.

"I could try." Wooyoung is slightly taken aback when you start giggling at Yeosang, hand on his arm as he continues to apologize and promises he'd be a better friend moving forward. "Hm. That giggle sounds new." Wooyoung looks at Papa and he laughs it off. "It's at a new pitch. Haven't heard that one before." Wooyoung stands, grabbing Papa's bag of things from the chair.

"I'm sure she just missed her friend." Papa smiles at Wooyoung and squeezes his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're doing better." Yeosang turns to Papa.

"Thank you, and thank you for taking the time to drop by." Yeosang nods before giving Wooyoung a small, toothless smile.

"Anyways, I'm gonna get going so you guys can take your leave." He turns to you. "See you next week?" You nod, waving him off as he heads out the door.

"Where'd you learn to giggle like that? In all my years of knowing you, I've never heard that one. Had a 'lil kick to it." Wooyoung slips his hand in yours as you all slowly begin to leave the room, his other hand holding Papa's bag.

"Wooyoung." You whine and he laughs.

"I'm kidding." Wooyoung looks down at you. "Are you guys okay now?"

"I think so. We will be. But, I'm more confident after today."

"That's good. I'm glad you guys got to talk for a bit."

"Mmyeah."

"Do you feel better?"

"I do."

"That's all that matters."

—END

"Okay. I'll swing by tomorrow." You give him a quick hug before rushing out and heading back home to get ready for your date. You smile to yourself knowing you'd get to spend time with Wooyoung soon. He didn't give you the details of your date besides being ready at 7pm on the dot for dinner and to.. bring a small item or trinket that's unique?

"So, what did you end up deciding to bring?" Jiwoo asks over the phone while you have her on Facetime, adding some mascara and a bit of blush just like she had taught you.

"Mhm." You hum. "The vintage 1972 9ct gold sea pearl ring."

"Ah, so not the vintage Mickey Mouse ring?"

"No." You giggle. "I kinda wanna keep it."

"I figured." Jiwoo chuckles. "I wonder what Wooyoung is up to. He wouldn't budge when I asked which date idea he settled on."

"Didn't think he would." You chuckle. "I'm surprised you didn't find out from this detail alone?"

"No. He only gave me really vague descriptions. I'm sure he knew I'd figure it out and accidentally spoil it." You faintly hear Hongjoong in the back respond with a 'yeah, we all don't want that.' "I have to give it to my brother, though. He does think of the best and most unique ideas for our family outings. He definitely settled on something different."

"I'll let you know how it goes." You sigh, pressing your lips together after you've put on some clear, sparkly gloss. "So, all good?" You flip the camera to the mirror to show off the outfit Jiwoo helped you pick. It's a tight, black rib-knit long-sleeve, cut-out mini dress with simple black knee-high boots. Wooyoung made it very clear that the formal dress-code was strict; a suit-and-tie, pretty dress kinda vibe if you will.

"Perfect. My brother will be all over you." She pretends to playfully gag. "Cute! But, gross!" You chuckle and roll your eyes. At this point, you hear someone climbing up the steps before doing a faint whistle, followed by the [cute] calling of your name outside your unit.

"Your brother's here."

"Have fun! Let me know how he does." You nod before giving her your last goodbye and ending the call. You head to your door, swinging it open to Wooyoung standing there with the most beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers: peonies. Wooyoung smiles when he sees your eyes light up at the flowers, the peonies ranging in color from white to light pink.

"Woo." You pout a bit. "They're so pretty."

"Nice! I'd hope so, I ran my ass around town to find the best looking one." You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck for a tight hug. He holds you tightly, placing a light kiss to your temple before pulling back and ogling at you from head to toe. "Sheeeesh. Optimus Prime gotta make way for Miss Optimus Fine over here." Wooyoung finds himself completely smitten over you; the dress [yet again] fitting your curves perfectly, hugging your ass tightly. He loves how you normally dress, don't get him wrong. But, the rare moments when he gets you like this— he swears he gets heart palpitations.

He could lose himself right then and there.

"You—Stop it." The heat rises to your cheeks as you shyly take the flowers and quickly throw them in a vase with water. "Thank you." You give him a shy smile and he laughs.

"You're so cute. Ready?" You nod, sitting to sift through your purse and make sure it has all your necessities. Wooyoung's in a simple white button up, a few top buttons undone. He's got on black slacks and some boots, his hair half-up, half-down. Some strands framing his beautifully-sculpted face.

"Mhm." You stand and grab your bag, Wooyoung already slinging your duffle bag over his shoulder. He suggested for you to stay the night at his this time, ready to provide and take care of you from the start to the end.

"Actually, there's one more thing— there is a small service fee for those flowers because I had to drive to five different—" You shake your head, shutting him up with a kiss to the lips before slipping your hand into his.

"All good?" Wooyoung smiles.

"You know me so well. But, I think there was also a—" You gently hit his chest. "Ah— ow. Just wanted a kiss for the road."

"Then, you could've just asked, Jung 2." You giggle, giving him another sweet, chaste kiss to the lips before leading the way down the steps. You take each step slowly with the god forbidden heeled boots you have on, Wooyoung poking fun and teasing you as he holds your hand every step of the way. "These boots are atrocious."

"Well, first of all, I'm gonna correct you and say I'm Jung 1. I will not hold that one against you either, but I can't keep giving you passes, babe." He swings your door open and lets you get settled before hovering over your seat. "And two, the boots look really good on you. Especially in that dress." He shuts your door and jogs over to the driver's seat, plopping in before turning on the car and getting settled himself.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it, princess." He scrolls through his playlist to find a good song to kick off his drive. "Did you bring a little trinket or something?"

"Mhm!" You pull out the small red box with the pearl ring inside.

"Damn, that's pretty. You sure you wanna trade it in?" You nod.

"It was either this or a vintage Mickey Mouse ring, and I wanna keep the Mickey Mouse one." You frown a bit and he smiles.

"Fair enough." He sets his phone down in the middle console, We Can Freak It by Kurupt playing in the background before shifting gears. "Good?" You silently nod, giving Wooyoung the green light to drive off to the destination of the night. Wooyoung drives flawlessly with one hand as he softly sings along, hand coming to your thigh. It's warm, soft; sends tingles down your spine when he gently caresses the inner part and gives it a squeeze. It's not long before you figure out he's heading towards the central part of downtown— an area you don't frequent much because it's mainly known for its nighttime scene. He doesn't hop off the freeway until after 20 minutes have passed, navigating through the city streets easily despite all the cars that are out and about tonight. "Hella busy." He says, quickly switching to the right lane to turn onto a street. "Might have to walk a bit, baby. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." You respond softly. When he hits another red light, he leans onto the middle console and puckers his lips for a kiss. You lean forward to meet him, pecking him quickly before the light turns green again. He smiles at you, squeezing your thigh just a little harder this time around. He turns down another street that has a few shops and bars, almost driving in circles around the same streets until he snags a spot towards the end of the block. He hops out to help you out of the car, telling you the place was a quick walk down the street. It's about another 7 min walk down, you and Wooyoung crossing the street to the opposite side until he slows in his pace and stops in front of.. a pawn shop? There isn't much to it besides a sign at the top, bright lights illuminating the 'CHECKS CASHED, PAYDAY LOANS' slogan. Brick walls, unclean windows. You're utterly confused, and it must be obvious because Wooyoung chuckles in slight amusement before he asks:

"You trust me, yeah?" You silently nod, your hand gripping his a little tighter. "You'll enjoy it, I promise." He says before pushing the door open and stepping into the tiny pawn shop.

"Hey! Welcome to the shop! I'm Don— woah, damn— I'm sorry, forgive me for being so forward but ya'll are the most attractive couple I've ever come across. My gawd." Wooyoung laughs and nods in acknowledgement. He leans onto the glass case full of random, unique vintage trinkets and items— the walls and shelves also littered with vintage collectibles and posters. "So. How can I help you beautiful people? Shopping for little trinkets? Trying to get into some trouble?"

"Trouble sounds accurate." You freeze. The hell is up Wooyoung's sleeve? "Spoken word night?"

"Ah. Trouble indeed. Can I quickly see your IDs?" You look at Wooyoung from behind, your eyes lighting up in surprise. A spoken word event in a pawn shop? You're so lost. The entire place looks so small, you can't even imagine where it'd all take place. Anyway, both you and Wooyoung flash your IDs to Don. He takes a good look before nodding in approval. "Cool. You got your trades for entry? Jokes will work, too. Kinda prefer them, actually. Or, you can sing me a song." You squeeze Wooyoung's arm.

"You can sing!" You whisper harshly.

"Not great, though."

"Woo." You frown at him and he feels like he's melted into a puddle.

"Yeah, Woo. What's it gonna be?"

"Baby." He shoots you a look. "Listen, I like to think I'm pretty funny and I think I've got a few notes in me, but I highkey don't wanna embarrass myself in front of my lady here." Don chuckles and nods.

"I'll give you that. She is very pretty." You shy behind Wooyoung as you give Don another tiny smile. "Snagged a queen, my dearest!"

"She is, yeah." Wooyoung turns over his shoulder briefly before returning his attention to Don. "Anyway, we've got these." Wooyoung slides over your red velvet box and his small collection of vintage matchboxes.

"Nice, these are quite the collectibles." He takes the items and places them in a free area at the corner of the glass container beneath him. "Access granted." Don shuts the door to the container close before turning around to grab something off the shelf. "But, before I give you the code. A little something for the pretty lady." Don slides you a roll of paper— like a mini poster, a print.

"Thank you, Don." You hold onto the poster.

"What about me?" Wooyoung whines a bit, and Don frowns.

"A flying kiss." Don shoots him a lousy flying kiss before pointing at the 'employees only' door. "The code is 000." Wooyoung cocks a brow up.

"That's it?"

"Who is going to memorize anything outside of that?"

"Touché." Wooyoung shrugs a bit before leading the way to the door. "Thanks!"

"Enjoy yourselves, my cutie pies." Don leans onto the glass container and watches as Wooyoung plugs the code in. The buttons flash green repeatedly until a click is heard. Wooyoung holds the door handle down and pushes, the other side of the door a completely different vibe from the front pawn shop. It's dark, it's elegant, it's sleek. There's a bar off to the left side, with low lights on the shelves that hold all liquor bottles for decor. There's a backdrop with hues of blues and purples right behind it. There's a few neon lights bordering the mirrors and frames around the place, the wallpaper to the right a little more 'old time-y' and vintage. There's a small stage at the other end of the room, high tables and chairs scattered across the floor space in the middle with tiny tea candles sitting as simple centerpieces.

"Oh my god." Your eyes roam around the room while Wooyoung quickly talks to a staff member and heads to a table closer to the stage.

"You like?" You look at him and smile from ear to ear.

"Like? I love it. This is amazing." You squeeze his hand just as he pulls out your chair, letting you get settled before he slips into the empty chair next to you. "How'd you find out about this?"

"I do my research."

"So, you've never been here before?" He shakes his head.

"Heard about it in passing a couple of times, but never looked into it or anything. Did my research, thought it'd be a good place to take a pretty girl out to." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, giggling as Wooyoung leans over to press a chaste kiss on your neck, right below your earlobe. "So, they have shareable plates. Small dessert plates. Cocktails. Let me know what you want and we'll get it." He slides over the long, one page menu. The both of you skim over some good, shareable plates you two would enjoy, along with cocktails and a plate of dessert after. You point out about two items that catch your eye, also letting Woo know you'd like to try one of their fruity cocktails. He makes sure that's all you want before calling over the waitress and relaying the order to her. At this point, the live band makes their way on the stage, introducing themselves as the opening act before the actual spoken word event begins. They begin to sing a few upbeat songs, one being Let's Get Down by Tony! Toni! Toné! and DJ Quik. Wooyoung dances a bit in his seat, getting you to bounce along with him to the music. He scoots a little closer, arm hanging on the back of your high chair while he whispers sweet compliments in your ear. You giggle, Wooyoung kissing your temple before returning his attention to the live band in front.

"Hey, by the way, what's the poster Don gave you?" He nods at the rolled up poster on the edge of the table.

"Hm, good question." You take it and carefully peel the tape off, unraveling it on the table. Your eyes light up when you realize what it is— the timing of the coincidence catching you a bit off guard. "Woo! It's that vintage Spirited Away poster!" You look at him. "The one you posted."

"That's crazy, actually. I saw it and was thinking about how I could get it for you, but no one was selling it. I looked high and low."

"Looks like it ended up coming my way, anyway." Wooyoung nods.

"Where are you gonna hang it up?"

"Mm, maybe near the door?"

"Well, wherever you put it, it'll look good." The live band starts slowing down, playing soothing background music to introduce the first poet of the night. The food comes as she's introducing herself, the waitress neatly spreading the plates across the table.

"Cheers, cutie." Wooyoung raises his cocktail glass and taps it against yours before the both of you start sipping and picking at your plates. You and Wooyoung listen intently to each performance, with you thoroughly enjoying every poem, every delivery, every attitude of the poets tonight. You find yourself reacting along with Wooyoung, feeling all the emotions each poet puts out into the audience.

To the room.

To you, Wooyoung.

And he must've felt the energy shift a bit once the piano starts playing different music to convey the deep, genuine, raw emotion. Because he was once focused on the performer on the stage— now, he's looking at you. At first he starts to think about how crazy this all is; how he would have never known that the person he'd fall the deepest [and quickest] for would be you. It's crazy how you're the person to make him feel things he hasn't felt before, it's crazy how you're the person that's helping him understand the true, real meaning of the 'L' word.

It's crazy how you might just be his person.

You look at Wooyoung over the edge of your glass, and he maintains the eye contact as his hand rubs at your arm. But, he's really looking at you, a soft smile growing on the edge of his lips while he truly takes the time to admire everything about you;

Your eyes.

Your nose.

Your lips.

Your moles.

And Wooyoung feels like he should've done this years ago— should've just taken that leap back then when he realized how incredibly jaw-dropping beautiful you were, inside and out. He's always known it, but tonight, as he's looking at you, it almost feels like.. he's flying first class.

Like he's a planet orbiting the sun, the solar system orbiting the center of your galaxy.

"What is it?"

"You're beautiful." He leans in towards your ear. "Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Y/N." You shake your head and smile him.

"No, thank you." You rest your chin on your hands while you cock your head to the side and shyly look at him. He smiles back, meeting you in the center to kiss you on your lips once— twice, three times.

"As long as you're happy." You don't respond besides a small smile, your turn to quickly eye Wooyoung's features. You feel the butterflies soaring high in your tummy, the goosebumps painting the surface of your skin. The umpteenth lip bites you gotta do to prevent yourself from smiling way too big;

Cause yeah, you are. Wooyoung makes you the happiest girl.

The spoken word event lasts for almost 2 hours, followed by another performance from the live band with some dancing. At first, you feel a little too shy even with the alcohol kicking in. But, eventually, you let Wooyoung guide you to the dance floor, remembering how well he took care of you during the night of the party. He holds your hand, keeps you close— dancing along to the band in a way that isn't too much or too little. Just enough to have fun with you in his arms and keep you safe.

He loves seeing you come out of your shell, and he likes being the reason behind it.

When it all wraps up, you're beyond satisfied and happy— both with the food, drinks, the performances and the band tonight. You hang onto your poster tightly, giving Don a quick hug and thanking him for just knowing the right gift to give you. He waves the both of you off, telling you that he hopes you and Woo will visit again soon. Since the weather isn't too cold for the night, you and Wooyoung decide to walk towards the opposite end of the block to get to the water, the bridge. When you finally reach the view, you gasp and point at the pretty lights illuminating the bridge.

"Woo, look. The lights are so pretty, it's like a little show on the bridge." He chuckles.

"Yeah, it is pretty." He whips out his phone to take a good photo of the view ahead of him. You slowly walk along the rail to get a better look at the water, hand trailing against the cold, metal surface as you watch the huge cargo boats slowly drift away. "Baby."

"Hm?" You turn over your shoulder.

"You're not cold, are you?" You shake your head.

"No." The lighting from the street light is hitting you beautifully from where you stand, and Wooyoung thinks it would be perfect to capture your picture here. "Wait." He says just as you start to walk away. "Stay put, babygirl. Let me take your picture." You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, still getting used to Wooyoung's photos of you. But, he's able to snap a few really good candid photos. You can't explain how he does it, but he seems to always capture the best of you. "Alright." Wooyoung says, meeting you from behind. "Look." Wooyoung shows you the pictures.

"They're amazing."

"That's a new wallpaper right there." He smirks, immediately changing his wallpaper. "Miss Optimus Fine, I'm telling you." You laugh, playfully nudging Wooyoung away. "You probably think I'm joking, but I need you to know how serious this is."

"You're too much."

"Being honest." He shrugs, slipping his hand into yours. "Did you really have fun tonight?"

"I did. I really, really did." You look up at him. "Thank you for tonight."

"My pleasure."

"Wooyoung." You look up at the sky before you look back out to the water.

"Yes?"

"What're you thinking about right now?" He lets out a tiny chuckle.

"Uh, well. I'm thinking about a movie or show we could watch when we get in bed. I'm thinking about breakfast for tomorrow. I'm thinking about some of the lines from the poems we heard today. I'm thinking about which drawer I accidentally slipped my favorite pair of underwear into cause I haven't seen them in a hot minute." You laugh. "What about you?"

"Well. I'm thinking about what people are doing on the other side of the bridge." He nods, listening intently. "I'm thinking about those churro sticks and that chocolate sauce we just ate. I'm thinking about how nice your bed is gonna feel later, and.. how I wanna change in my crocs when we get to the car." He snorts.

"Ah, was waiting for that one." There's a small silence that falls between you two, but it isn't uncomfortable despite Wooyoung growing nervous by the minute. He feels like he just needs to ask because if he doesn't, he'll blow. He needs to know if you can be his and vice versa; he's dying to know if you're on the same page about a relationship like he is. "You know what else I've been thinking about?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"You." Wooyoung looks at you.

"What about me?"

"Everything's about you." He smiles. "I could go on for days if you say it like that."

"Wooyoung." You chuckle. "Is there something bothering you?" You tick your head to the side to look at him before returning your attention to your boots, kicking at the dirt beneath them.

"Not necessarily." He lets out a breath. "Well. Iono. Bear with me here, I'm awful at voicing my feelings, as we know." You giggle. "Been thinking. We've been hanging out a lot. Staying at each other's places. Doing things couples do, but I don't know if I'm misreading anything. What I do know is that I just.. want you to be mine." He looks at you shyly. "I'm not sure how you feel and all—"

"You're not misreading anything, and you don't have to question how I feel." You pause in your steps. "You already have me, Woo."

"Do I?" It's his turn to pause in his steps and look at you directly. "Cause I really, really want you to be my girlfriend, if that's alright with you. You can say no, and we'll never talk about this again, but jesus fucking christ that would hurt—"

"Hey." You shake your head. "None of that, okay? It's more than alright, Jung 1. I'd love to be your girlfriend." He laughs before pulling you flush to his body, hands resting on your hips.

"Hm, see. Doesn't it feel better to call me Jung 1?" He teases.

"It feels better to call you my boyfriend, though." Wooyoung's hands come up to cup your cheeks, bringing you in for a sweet, passionate kiss on the lips. One that doesn't break for a few minutes, one that gives you a hard time pulling away from Wooyoung. Your hands are gripping the sides of his shirt, smiling into each kiss when he doesn't part right away either.

"God, I—" Kiss. "Like you—" Another kiss. "So much."

"Woo?" You finally break.

"Hm?" He caresses the surface of your cheek.

"Take me home?"

"Gladly." He dips in for one last kiss before lacing his hand with yours and leading the way back to the car. The both of you finally talk about some memorable lines from the night, doing a deep dive and dissecting what each poet was trying to convey, what the meaning was behind every word and every delivery. And you love listening to Wooyoung ramble on about his thoughts, asking for your opinion and what you think. Everything feels so.. balanced, and it's a little terrifying just as it is comforting. But you do trust him; you feel like you trust Wooyoung more than anyone you've ever dated.

It's probably the years tacked on of knowing him, getting close to him. Seeing his good and bad. Growing up with Wooyoung and watching him change throughout the seasons; watching him become who he is today. Imperfectly perfect.

When you get to the car, Wooyoung immediately pops the trunk and grabs your crocs wrapped neatly in a plastic bag inside your duffle. He sets them on the floor, crouching to help you get out of your boots while you sit on the edge of the trunk. You give him a tiny, toothless smile as he tosses your boots back inside the trunk, shutting it close before helping you get settled into the car. As usual, Wooyoung kicks up the heat before selecting the perfect song to start the journey home. The drive home feels much quicker this time around, less and less cars being out on the street and highway the more you travel away from the central downtown area. Along the way, Wooyoung places kisses to the surface of your hand while he continues driving— smiling to himself while you quietly sit and observe the view.

He just observes you from time to time, in between his focus on the road.

You balance him out, like Yin and Yang.

The Sun and Moon.

Light and Dark.

The Earth and Heavens.

Shit is surreal.

Before Wooyoung can do a deeper dive into his feelings for you, he pulls into his assigned spot and shuts off the car. He lets out a small huff he gets out and grabs your things, exhaustion slowly taking over his body. You let him lead the way up to his apartment, immediately kicking off your shoes when you get inside. He kicks up the heat just a tad, lighting up a candle on his kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna get ready for bed, if that's okay with you?" He looks at you and nods.

"Of course. Get comfy." He says before cleaning up in his kitchen, making sure everything remains spotless and tidy while you're around.

"Wooyoung?" You pop out of his room with his shirt in hand. "Can I?" He nods.

"You don't have to ask, baby." He chuckles. "Go for it. One less shirt won't do much to the already missing shirts and hoodies from my closet. Wonder where those went." He teases, making you giggle as you run off to the bathroom. You take a quick shower to freshen up, following up with your skincare routine and other necessities before slipping into Wooyoung's shirt. Just as you make your way back to his room, you overhear him on the phone as he sorts through his drawers.

"What do you mean, I did!" You look at him as his pitch gets a little higher. He lets out a heavy sigh before he holds out his phone. "Mom is hounding my ass, can you please let her know you had a good time tonight? She's afraid you're gonna run off." He gives you those doe-eyes and you can't help but giggle as you take his phone.

—FLASHBACK

"Mother! Father!" Jiwoo yells as she walks into the house and follows the scent of fresh food being cooked in the kitchen. "Ah, there you are. Where's Dad?"

"Hi Jiwoo. He's in the back watering his plants." She looks at Jiwoo. "We haven't gone grocery shopping yet, so please spare me—"

"I'm sorry, did I warp into Wooyoung? He's the one who does his grocery shopping in the fridge and pantry, not me."

"So, what're you doing here?"

"I can't just visit my lovely parents on a random Wednesday afternoon?"

"Suspicious, but okay. Where's Hongjoong?"

"Gym." She sighs. "Okay, I lied. I did come here for a reason, actually."

"Of course, I figured. What is it?"

"You might wanna sit."

"Jiwoo, I have to make dinner."

"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you." She pauses dramatically. "Wooyoung's dating someone." Her mom gives her a look before returning her attention to the cutting board.

"What's new?"

"No. It's like, a real relationship." Jiwoo doesn't even know what she means by this but it's the easiest way for her parents to understand.

"With who?"

"Y/N—" The skinned, uncooked potato slips out of her mom's hand and tumbles into the sink.

"What?!" She puts her knife down and places her hand on her hip. "Jung Jiwoo, you don't come into this house and start making jokes like that! What is wrong with you!"

"Who said it was a joke?! I just said it was real. Besides, the clown in this family is Wooyoung— certainly not I."

"Wooyoung.. is dating Y/N?!"

"I know, woof. How devastating to actually have to share her now." Her mom takes a minute to sit on it before she screams happily in the kitchen, scaring the heebiejeebies out of their father.

"What on earth is going on?" He says, barreling into the kitchen from the back door. "Why are you screaming like that?"

"Wooyoung! He's finally dating a good girl!" She rejoices. "We did it! You manifested it! He's got a good girl! Y/N! Sweet Y/N!" She continues to cry. "There's hope! He's finally settling down and he's got a good girl!" She repeats.

"Y/N?! Yeah right."

"Dad." Jiwoo snorts. "It's serious. Wooyoung has serious lovey-dovey eyes for her. He looks like he's gonna vomit the 'L' word any day now. It's kinda wild. Your son is a changed man."

"The L word! A changed man!" Her mom yells.

"Honey, can you— what? Since when?" Her dad is moreso surprised and eager to know details, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter to hear more. "The L word?"

"Did he take her out on a date and everything? Where did they go?" Mom adds.

"As far as I know, he's going to. He waited it out because of the whole thing with Papa. He's been helping take care of him, too."

"Jiwoo, you better make sure your brother doesn't—"

"Mom, relax." Jiwoo elongates her response. "It's gonna be fine! He told me his ideas and they're all great. You know Wooyoung is good at planning stuff. He's creative. He'll take her out on a good date and he'll take care of her." She fake shivers. "Please don't make me say more. It'll be fine! Trust!" It's almost like a signal goes off, or a radar, because Wooyoung comes strolling into the house right at this moment; stumbling into the kitchen to see his family huddled around together.

"Aw, you guys got together for me?" His shit-eating smirk dies when he sees the way his family looks. "What?" Wooyoung walks further into the kitchen, furrowing his brows at the way his mom looks like she's about to break down, while his dad is sporting a big grin with his arms crossed. "Why do you guys look like that? Feel like I just walked into Honey, I Shrunk the Kids." He sets his keys down on the kitchen table as Jiwoo giggles.

"The simp has arrived."

"What are you— oh my fucking god, Jiwoo. You told them, didn't you? You couldn't wait like 5 minutes for me to come and do it myself?!"

"You're too slow! Besides, she's my bestfriend and I can also share the news on her behalf, too. Remember, you're sharing with me." He mocks her before rolling his eyes.

"Shut up. I would've just called up the news station if I wanted it broadcasted by people other than myself." He scoffs. "No wonder mom looks like she's aboutta cry. Good going."

"It was gonna come out anyway!"

"Jung Wooyoung, you better take that girl out on a good date and take care of her. Don't lose that girl!"

—END

"Y/N."

"Hi." You respond sweetly like you always do.

"Did Wooyoung take care of you tonight? Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, I did. He did really well, actually." You look at him.

"Oh, thank God." You can faintly hear his dad in the background telling her to hang up the phone and leave you two alone, which she responds with a quick 'I'm going, I just wanna make sure they're okay' before returning her attention to you. "That's all I needed to know. You two take care and have a good evening, okay? Get some rest! And tell Wooyoung not to call me tomorrow. I know he will and I won't be picking up— anyway, my husband is getting on me. I'm so happy you had fun tonight! I'll leave you now, sweetheart."

"Okay, I'll let him know." You laugh a bit as you say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. "She said you can't call her tomorrow."

"To hell I can't." He clicks his teeth as you playfully hit his chest.

"What'd you ask for?"

"Some groceries."

"Wooyoung."

"What? I know she has extras." He smirks. "And I'm the favorite so I know she can't say no to me." He shuts his drawer. "I'll be back, baby. My turn to freshen up." He leans forward to peck you on the lips before heading over to the bathroom.

You let out a content sigh as you slip into Wooyoung's covers, the sheets against your skin feeling like heaven. You scroll through Instagram to see the stories Wooyoung has tagged you in— reliving the night through his candid pictures and videos.

You smile to yourself because you truly can't remember the last time you seemed so genuinely happy. Maybe the summer party? But, it all goes back to Wooyoung.

You press the heart for all his stories, even reacting to one where he actually posted a picture of you and wrote out:

must have stumbled into a museum cause i found this work of art 😚

In which, you let out a small laugh to yourself before replying with a 'stop it' to his story.

After watching a few reels in a row, Wooyoung steps back into the room. The hallway behind him is dark, the entire unit outside no longer lit. You feel the butterflies in your tummy knowing he'll slip into bed with you to cuddle soon.

"Still awake?"

"Yeah, but mm'pooped." Wooyoung laughs, shutting his bedroom door close. He's in an old, graphic tee and loose pants, fresh out of the shower himself. His hair is still slightly damp, some ends sticking to his neck as he shuts off the lights and crawls onto the bed. You've already settled into his covers, scrolling through your phone and letting Jiwoo know you and Wooyoung have made it home safely.

jiwoo: did you have fun? did my brother do well?!

jiwoo: mom was about to panic-cry earlier, she doesn't want wooyoung to lose you

you: he did, i had a lot of fun! ☺️ she doesn't have to worry. lol i'll tell you more tomorrow. we got home safely and are hanging out in the room now.

jiwoo: okay!

jiwoo: 🤢

jiwoo: feel free to hold off on further details

jiwoo: but pls tell my brother he's still second best

jiwoo: ok mwah i love u talk to u later, bye!

You giggle just as Wooyoung slips in next to you, setting his phone on the charger sitting on the nightstand. You do the same, setting your phone next to his before sliding back down into the sheets.

"What happened?"

"Was just texting your sister."

"Oh ew, nevermind. Forget I asked." You turn to face him completely with a smile on your face.

"She said you were still second best." Wooyoung shakes his head and shrugs before turning to face you.

"Kinda funny she's accusing me of being second best when she was never first in the first place."

"Okay, Jung 2."

"She's like— what'd you just call me?" He gives you a look. You cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing in his face. But, it's too late— Wooyoung starts attacking you with tickles, pulling you close to him as his hands come to your sides. You squeal and beg for him to stop, trying your hardest to pry him off without hurting him. "Wanna try that again, baby?"

"I'm sorry, I'm kidding!" You squeal louder when he tickles you a little harder. "I'm sorry! I'm kidding! You're my boyfriend, it shouldn't matter—" He stops with a little groan, hand still up your [his] shirt.

"Fuck. You're so lucky you're cute." He sighs heavily. "I'm your, what?"

"Boyfriend." He smiles proudly.

"Damn, that's right." You giggle. "I love when you say it."

"Please don't attack me again."

"As long as you keep saying cute shit and not relaying any info from the devil incarnate herself, we're good." You laugh, continuing to look up at Wooyoung as he hovers over you from the side. "What?" He asks when you don't respond, completely enamored by him.

"Nothing." You subconsciously play with his hair and twirl the ends.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." You shake your head before gaining the courage to lean up and kiss him. He smiles into it, not letting you part for long before he dips forward again— this time, deepening the kiss, intensifying it in ways you've never felt before. Each kiss feels heated and desperate, and all you want is to be consumed entirely by Wooyoung. His tongue licks into your mouth, teasingly swiping across your bottom lip before he sucks on it and pulls back with a pop. You chase after him greedily, your tongue now fighting with his for dominance. He squeezes at your side, hand slowly traveling down to find the hem of your lace panties. His fingers play with the band before Wooyoung roams down and gently rubs at your clothed pussy. "Oh." He smirks a bit. "Did you wear this for me, princess?" He asks lowly, gently nipping at your jaw. You let out a soft whine, his hand rubbing a little harder against you.

"Mhm."

"So hot." He licks at the surface of your neck before sucking gently, fingers now slowly removing the material down your legs. "Gonna need to take it off though, if that's okay with you."

"Yes, please."

"Good girl." He chuckles, successfully slipping your panties off and tossing them onto the floor. He gives your thigh another squeeze before slowly swiping his fingers up and down your folds. "Everything about you is perfect."

"Wooyoung." You mewl, shifting in your position on the bed. He bites onto his bottom lip, thumb applying more pressure at your nub. You let out soft, breathy moans, back slightly arching off of the mattress. He slides in two digits, pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace to test the waters. He loves the way you automatically cock your legs open for him, giving him all the access he needs to feel you.

"So wet for me already, babygirl." He watches as your face contorts in pleasure. He begins to finger fuck you faster; relishing in the squelching noises, fingers dripping with your wetness. "Can I take care of you, hm? Do you want that?" He asks in a teasing manner, slowly moving his body downwards after removing his digits from inside of you.

You feel so empty.

"I do. Please." You beg. He leaves kisses down your stomach, your thighs. He presses a light kiss to your pussy before licking a stripe up and in between your folds. A loud whine leaves your lips just as he works his tongue on you, flicking at your heat before sucking onto it.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty? Wanna see you cum on my mouth." He demands. He messily eats away, devouring every last drop of you as he spreads you open— lapping at your entrance, your clit. You don't even realize you've been slowly grinding your hips against his mouth, craving to relieve this tension, this ache, that you feel so badly within your core. Wooyoung goes between fingering you and tonguing your clit down until you feel the coil threatening to snap.

"W-Wooyoung— oh god, yes—" You cry, suddenly tipping over the edge, legs trembling and feeling like jello. He keeps his head in between your thighs, continuing to suck away at your sensitive clit even when you try to close him out. You eventually come back down from cloud nine and steady yourself, Wooyoung's head slowly lifting from his current position.

"You okay?" He smiles. "Tasted so good. Can't get enough of you." He kisses your abdomen.

"More than okay." He chuckles, watching your chest rise and fall as you regulate your breathing. "Woo." You call his name in a daze post-orgasm.

"Mm?" He hums as he continues to press a trail of small kisses from your inner thighs, back up to your chest.

Neck.

Jaw.

Corner of your lips.

"Can I try being on top?" He almost freezes because he sure as hell wasn't ready to hear that question. But, he's not complaining. Hell, he's hard as a fucking rock just hearing it replay in his head; in that delicate, soft tone of yours.

"Yeah, god—yeah. Please."

"I'm not that great, though. I didn't really get to experience different positions in my last relationship."

"Don't say that, love. It's fine, and it doesn't matter."

"You're making me shy." You shyly giggle, climbing onto his lap once he settles. You sit back for a bit, stroking him through his boxers until they're joining your panties, his clothes, on the floor. You watch as his eyes roll back and shut close, small moans leaving his lips as you continue to pump him up and down. The more you keep up with a steady pace, the more Wooyoung feels like he'll explode when he's not entirely ready to be done with you just yet.

"Baby. Wait, wait—" He stops you. "Need you now. Don't wanna cum until I'm inside of you." You feel yourself clenching over nothing, but you still fear you won't be good; that you won't be good enough for him.

"I'm just afraid I won't be good for you."

"You'll always be more than enough." He reassures you with a kiss to the lips. "I'll help guide you if needed, okay?" He watches as you position yourself on him, lining him up at your entrance. He lets out a choked moan when he feels you slowly sink down on him, head cocking back in pleasure against the headboard. "Mm, fuuuck— god, you're so tight."

"Oh my god, Woo." You whimper, feeling completely full with Wooyoung's hard cock sat inside you.

"Take your time." He lets out breathily, hands gripping your hips. "You can move when you feel comfortable." You nod, hands resting on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth;

Back and forth.

Tug and pull.

In and out.

"How does it feel?"

"So fucking good, princess— oh—fuck— just like that." He moans brokenly, hissing in between when you start to work your hips more comfortably against him. "Can I?" He tugs on the end of your shirt, wasting no time to tear it off your body once you nod and give him the green light. "Holy shit." He says, marveling at the sight of your plump breasts in front of him. "Perfect for me." He mutters right before taking a nipple into your mouth; tongue working in circles before sucking on your perked bud. His thumb plays and pinches the other until he's ready to give it more attention, following the same movements. You let out a loud cry, hips moving faster in response to the way Wooyoung's lapping against you. "You like that, babygirl?" He watches you through hooded lids as you tilt your head back, the sounds of your wet pussy against him filling the room.

"Y-yes." You can barely respond. Wooyoung holds you close, hands tangled in his hair as his hands cascade up your sides, your back. You're pressed against him, his pelvis wet with your slickness; clit rubbing against him deliciously.

"Doing so good for me, baby. You know how to ride me so well." He praises against your skin, leaving feathery kisses on your body. "You feel so good wrapped around me." He continues, lips now coming up to graze yours as you maintain eye contact— forehead pressed against Wooyoung's. Your hip movements become sloppier, more erratic; the both of you moaning into each other's mouths.

"Wooyoung. Think I'm gonna—" You whine. "I'm gonna cum again—" You continue to whine and whimper in between.

"Please cum. So I can— jesus christ." He pants, biting onto his bottom lip when he finds himself hanging on his last thread. After another couple of rolls against him, you feel yourself unraveling once again. You grip the ends of his hair tightly as you come undone on his cock, a huge wave of euphoria crashing through your body. "Shit, yeah. That's it, love. Cum all over me." Wooyoung eggs you on as you continue to deal with the aftershocks of your orgasm, body still twitching in his grip. He holds your hips tightly, taking his turn to fuck up into you harshly despite your sensitivity. "Agh— baby—" He chokes out. "Baby." He breathes out against your neck. "Cumming—hmfuck—" He groans.

"Give it to me, Woo. Please." You feel his release; white ribbons shooting into you, cock twitching against your walls. His hands dig deep into your hips until he releases every last bit inside of you, panting and breathing heavily to bring himself back down from his high.

"God." He says, lazily kissing your chest. Collarbone. Neck. "Fucking amazing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Too good. I'm beat. Rode the hell out of me." You laugh and playfully bite his shoulder. You press another kiss to his lips, holding it for just a second longer before you remove yourself from on top and plop next to him. He grabs a few napkins from the nightstand, wiping you down before working on himself. You snuggle back under the sheets, having no energy to worry about your shirt or panties. Wooyoung welcomes you right into his arms, his body heat keeping you warm as he presses himself against you.

You fit so perfectly.

Your head is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat humming against your ear— soothing you in the now stillness of his room. The exhaustion hits you fast, eyes feeling heavy the more you relax in his hold. Wooyoung lies awake, even though he truly is tired after tonight. But, he wouldn't have it any other way. He smiles to himself thinking about how perfectly this entire day played out;

How lucky he is to have you.

And even though he's terrified at what your response would be if he were to tell you how deeply he feels, he knows [either way] there's no going back because he's locked into this. He knows this is where he wants to be, and he knows this is where he'll stay.

Right here with you.

"Y/N?" He calls for your name softly. You don't respond at first because it's the moment you do fall asleep for a quick minute, soft snores leaving you as you rest against him. He looks down and chuckles, pulling you closer to him as if there was any other possible way to get you closer. "Sweet dreams, baby." He whispers against your temple before coming down to your ear. "I love you." Wooyoung is completely okay letting it out even though he isn't expecting a response. He's said it out loud, he's put it out into the universe. He feels relief, and it makes it even realer for Wooyoung when he realizes he doesn't wanna stop saying it. Because he does, he loves you. He probably has for a long time.

His special girl.

Biggest thing in his itty bitty world.

You do hear it, though. You do. And with how much you adore Wooyoung, you obviously can't help yourself when you respond sleepily with a:

"I love you too, Woo."

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