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senpazzi · 12 days ago

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Your Friendly Next-Door Firefighter

pairing: firefighter!johnny suh x afab!reader

synopsis: your hot nextdoor neighbor is a fireman who took interest in you. after an encounter where he saves you, you repay the favor by going on a date with him.

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, alcohol, mentions of fires, buildings burning, smoking, johnny lecturing you, you being in distress, etc.

based off this request ❤️‍🔥

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The day was beautiful. The sun was beaming and a soft breeze filled the skies on a warm spring day. You were sitting outside on the balcony of your studio apartment on the 7th floor of your apartment building.

Reading a book and sipping away at your drink, basking in the beauty of the sun. It was early afternoon and you were free of work today at your law firm apprenticeship. Thankfully, your lease agreement was manageable, and the rent on this side of town was cheaper than anywhere else in the city you could live.

A pungent smell filled your nostrils as you turned your head to the side and saw your elderly neighbor puffing away at a cigarette. You usually minded your business, not really caring too much about a smoker. But it was killing your vibe, especially today when sitting outside was the only fun thing you wanted to do.

Deciding not to be an inconvenient neighbor, you placed your bookmark in your pages and began to rise from your chair, when you heard a soft yet stern voice fill your ear.

“Excuse me,” rang in your ear as your head turned to match the voice to the face.

Your elderly neighbor looked in your direction, yet right past you. “What do you want kid?” the elder man asked cockily, cigarette still in hand.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned your head to follow the direction, only to be met with the most strikingly handsome man you’ve ever seen.

He was tall, as fuck. Buff, as fuck. His skin was glowing, his hair was thick and dark. He wore a blue compression shirt and his uniform pants and boots. Your incredibly hot neighbor also was a firefighter. God if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever for you, you didn’t know what was.

The firefighter giggled looking directly at the older man. “I think you’re disrupting our neighbor's peace, I’m sure she didn’t want to enjoy her time in the sun with your cig ashes blowing everywhere,” he pointed out as the man was smoking without an ashtray.

“I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure flicking ashes off your balcony isn’t the safest thing either. Right Miss?” he asked as his head cocked over to your direction, looking for your agreeance.

Your eyes widened a bit as you held your items close to your chest. Your mouth opened ajar to try and speak as you stammered out your sentences. “Hm? Well I mean, I don’t think it’s safe but it’s fine, I can just go inside no big deal,” you sheepishly replied as you turned towards the screen door to your space.

“Hey hey, okay fine whatever,” the older man scoffed as he threw the half-lit cigarette over the balcony, groaning and rolling his eyes at your handsome neighbor. He reluctantly went back inside to his own space. “Fucking kids,” he spat out before closing his door.

You were now awkwardly left outside with your next-door neighbor, leaning over the railing of his balcony. “Thank you, but that really wasn’t necessary,” you softly spoke to the man as you stepped back over to your chair.

The man shook his head over at you. “He was being an asshole for not considering those around him,” he shrugged as he stared over at your now resting figure. “Plus, everyone knows smoking over a balcony is dangerous. He’s too old to be smoking anyways,” he chuckled off.

You joined in with a small laugh and opened your book again. “Uhm, sorry I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” you politely asked the stranger.

He smiled kindly, “My name is Johnny, I actually just moved in about 2 weeks ago,” he introduced himself with a small wave. “I would properly shake your hand but you know,” he awkwardly pointed out the distance between you both.

You smiled back nodding your head and acknowledging his words. “Yeah, I knew you had to be new, I definitely would’ve noticed you sooner,” you shyly admitted as you dug your nose back into your book.

The man chuckled lightly to himself. He dug his hands in his pockets, swaying a bit with the breeze as he analyzed you. Your soft features glow in the sunlight. You were undoubtedly beautiful to him.

“Well, I should be the one to admit that I’ve noticed you since I moved in, “ he confessed matter of factly. “You’re not hard to miss, easily the prettiest girl I’ve seen in a long time,” he graced with a warm assuring smile.

You nodded along with his words returning a bright smile as your cheeks flushed a faint shade of red. “Thank you, Johnny,” you said as you began to eye his uniform. “Uhm, so you’re a firefighter?” you asked curiously as you pointed out his uniform.

He nodded at your gesture. “Yeah, right up the street actually, I have work in about 30 or so,” Johnny responded as he pointed his head in the direction of the fire department.

You nodded along to his words. “Oh well, I guess I should let you get going hm?” you asked rhetorically. “It was wonderful to meet you though, would love to see you again soon,” you politely bid goodbye with a small wave.

Johnny’s smile never faltered at your kind action, waving as well as he began to walk into the space of his apartment. “I’ll definitely see you again Ms. Y/n,” he assured to as he entered inside.

A relaxing sigh escaped from you once you were sure of him being safe inside his apartment. Your day continued, even though he never left your mind. He noticed you, let alone noticed you first. A guy as handsome and polite came around very rarely, especially in your life.

You didn’t have the easiest time with picking men like Johnny. If you ever got the chance, you knew you couldn’t let him slip away.

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The next few days went along as usual. Working your apprenticeship at a law firm, coming home after horrible traffic, and winding down with TV and dinner. However, in the past few days, you’ve noticed Johnny more.

In the elevator, you’d see him enter as you exited, or vice versa. He was even taller when you were next to each other, he hovered over you during every small conversation you two had.

He would talk about his job humbly, surprisingly there weren’t many calls in the area. As if everyone was responsible when it came to fire scenarios. Today, you were unfortunately the individual in such a scenario.

You were cooking, you always cooked. Your gas stove was giving you issues tonight, yet all you wanted to make was some pasta. For whatever reason, the flame on your stove wouldn’t catch on fire. You also already had a pot filled with salty water ready to boil.

“Ugh! Come on, fuck,” you cursed to yourself, twisting the knob to your stove to light. You frustratingly twisted the knob multiple times until a flame finally erupted around the pot, causing you to be startled. Startled enough to knock over your pot of water into the flames, an eruption escalated over your stove.

You panicked. The flames engulf your pot, yet do not spread. You couldn’t think, smoke arrived in your small kitchen as you watched the bright light take over.

You screamed and wailed helplessly, not even being able to process what to do. Fortunately, you had a firefighter right next door.

You slipped on your slippers as quickly as you could, running to the door next to you banging rapidly on it.

“Johnny!” you wailed out, looking around for any signs of the fire spreading. “It’s Y/n! I really need your help right now please-“ you rambled out before you were caught off guard by the door swinging open.

Johnny in all his glory stood about in his black-white beater with sweats and sandals on, looking with furrowed brows at your frantic behavior. His hands softly met yours, holding them warmly as he met your gaze trying to calm you down.

“Breathe Y/n, what’s wrong are you okay?” he asked softly as his hands reached to your rising shoulders.

You were breathless and frantic trying to explain to him the situation that was taking place. “Please, my stove is on fire and I don’t know what to do!” you screamed as tears began to stream down your frazzled eyes.

Johnny took a deep breath and nodded understandably. “Do you have baking soda?” he asked almost too coolly. You confusedly nodded your head.

“Where is it? Is it a lot?” he continued asking you, holding your arms a bit tighter. “Under the sink, and yeah it’s a pound bag,” you responded a bit more slowly. “What does-“You were caught off guard once again by his voice.

“Stay here,” he instructed as he ran into your apartment.

You stood in his doorway confused and attempting to catch your breath. You were so stupid. How could you be dumb enough to allow your apartment to almost catch on fire?

Johnny came into your kitchen to see the fire surprisingly smaller than he anticipated. He carefully entered the space, looking under your sink for the said baking soda. Once he grabbed the bag, he opened it as quickly as he could before throwing the contents over the flames.

Repeating this step, the fire was completely put out. He sighed in relief, before cleaning away the baking soda and emptying your pot into the sink.

After a few minutes passed, Johnny met you back in his doorway. “It’s okay Y/n, your stove is fine. Next time a small fire like that happens, just pour baking soda over it,” he lectured as he walked back to your shaken frame.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away embarrassedly, reluctant to meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry, that was so stupid of me,” you apologized to him meekly.

Johnny chuckled a bit under his breath before extending his hand to rest on your shoulder. “Y/n don’t apologize, it happens to the best of us. I’m just glad I was able to help and you’re safe,” he assured before he gripped his cell phone out of his pocket.

He handed it to you with the contact application open, displaying the dial pad. “Here, put your number in. In case you ever need me again or need to talk, I’m here for you,” he requested giving you a gentle smile.

You nodded without a second thought. Take the device, enter the digits, and save the contact as your name. You handed back his phone with a coy smile. “I don’t know how to thank you, Johnny, I owe you one,” you expressed solemnly.

The taller man’s head sparked an idea almost instantly at your remark, the sheepish smile plastered across his face at the thought.

“I’d love to take you out Y/n, I’d love to know more about you if that’s okay with you?” he asked steadily even though his heart felt like it was ready to jump out of his chest.

And so did yours.

You looked in disbelief at his request, yet couldn’t deny the excitement pooling inside of you.

“Oh god, of course, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you, almost too excitedly assured him.

Johnny released a relaxed sigh. “Thank god, I was nervous you didn’t want to for a second,” he expressed as he teasingly held his hand over his heart, erupting a laugh from you.

“How could I say no? You saved my apartment and you’re so handsome, I love my friendly, next-door firefighter,” you giggled placing a warm hand on his broad shoulder.

Johnny’s smile grew even wider at your words. That’s when another one of his ideas struck him, he silently prayed he could be lucky enough to get you on board.

“You know, the fire department loves it when we bring visitors and family or friends out to see our work,” he began as his eyes carefully locked into yours. “I think it would be amazing if you came and I gave you a tour, we could get something to eat afterward?” he added.

You didn’t need to think twice, obviously agreeing with his point and planning out the details of your future date.

“It’s getting late Johnny,” you concluded as you checked the time on your phone. “I’ll go to bed now but, thank you again. Text me tomorrow okay?” you bid as you turned to face the direction of your apartment.

Johnny nodded with a coy smile, eyes never leaving your frame to make sure you safely made it inside. “Goodnight Y/n,” he wished as he opened the door to his place, one foot inside.

“Goodnight Johnny,”

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What did someone wear on a date to the fire department?!

A pair of jeans and a T-shirt are entirely too casual. It was still a date, you needed to look hot at least to some degree.

Maybe a sundress? Too provocative to wear around his coworkers in your humblest opinion, save it for a future occasion.

You cursed frustratingly to yourself as you rummaged through various items in your closet. Your attempt to find an appropriate, yet jaw-dropping outfit for your date with the hottest man in your apartment complex was almost impossible. To make matters worse, he texted you he’d be ready in 30 minutes, 45 minutes ago.

Noticing the time, you settled on a blouse with thin straps, yet a muted pink color, and some of your favorite blue jeans that were fitted to your liking. Thankfully you made a pedicure appointment not too long ago, brave enough to wear a pair of white sandals and jewelry that complimented the outfit.

Your hair was styled perfectly, not a hair out of place as you managed to put enough hair spray to keep down those fly-aways.

A gentle knock was placed against your apartment door. You took in a deep breath knowing exactly who would it be.

You braced yourself before collecting your purse and your phone, briskly jogging to the door and opening it after rubbing your sweaty palms against your clothing.

There in the doorway stood your handsome neighbor, adorned in his navy uniform shirt as well as his cargo pants and heavy-duty boots. God, who knew that this would be one of the perks of dating a firefighter? His uniform only made him hotter.

“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted with his signature smile, lips pursing as he respectfully sized you up and down. “Your outfit, it’s very pretty on you,” he complimented as he took your hand to spin you around, getting a full view of you.

Your cheeks flushed in response, and you rolled your eyes ever so teasingly at his actions as you ended the spin, hand still in his. “Thank you, Mr. Johnny,” you giggled as you stepped outside the door, locking it behind you. “Are you ready to show me around the department?” you asked with a bubbly tone.

Johnny couldn’t stop smiling if he wanted to. You were adorable. Perfect to him. You hadn’t left his mind since the day he moved in and saw you exit the elevator, yet here he was. Taking you to see his work, the career he was most proud of. The career you had an interest in seeing, even if it was just to make him happy before your real date.

“Of course love,” he acknowledged as he walked you two to the elevator.

The elevator ride was made up of mere small talk, he made some conversation about your apprenticeship and how you just finished law school.

You were smart, and Johnny noticed it in you. One of the reasons he was enamored with you. He noticed you from time to time, coming home from work or leaving the apartment in your business apparel. The heels, the pencil skirts, the blouses. He acknowledged every aspect of you, reading you as if you were a book he desperately wanted to dig into.

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The drive to the department was short since it was the neighborhood fire department. Johnny parked in the lot adjacent to the area, exiting swiftly to come around the side to open your door and hold your hand to walk you inside.

“Thank you,” you expressed as your fingers interlaced with his. “You’re welcome love,” he graced sweetly. The sweet beam graced your face as he locked his car, leading you to the entrance of the garage where the fire truck was parked.

Leaning by the truck were two men whose eyes caught a hold of you, then back to Johnny with a broad smirk. The shortest of the three came over to pat Johnny on the shoulder. “What’s up bro, good to see you,” he greeted Johnny as his eyes met yours. “And who’d you bring here today?” he asked curiously yet politely.

Johnny’s cheeks flushed as he returned the shy yet wide grin. “Sup dude, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is my buddy, Mark,” Johnny gestured between the two of you. Mark extended his hand out to shake yours, just as the other man came around to his side and waved to you as well.

You shook Mark’s hand, smiling at him gently. “Nice to meet you,” you greeted. Your hands maneuvered over to the man next to him. “Hi, I’m Y/n,” you introduced as you shook the taller guy‘s hand.

“Jaehyun, nice to meet you,” he smiled respectfully shaking your hands as well, his dimples on full display.

The men had small talk, not excluding you from the conversation of course. But you kept your speaking to a minimum, not understanding much of the “firemen” lingo.

“Actually, I was here today to show Y/n around you know, let her get a glimpse of my work,” Johnny stated to the guys, causing your head to tilt over in his direction with a sheepish look.

“She’s my neighbor but, I’m trying to get out of that title,” he only half-joked, grasping your hand in his once more giving you the sweetest smile. His eyes are completely infatuated with yours.

The men nodded understandably, however failing to mute the smirks that they passed among each other. “Well, we’ll let you two enjoy your tour, glad to see you, John,” Jaehyun spoke up once more before patting Johnny’s back as he and Mark exited. “Nice meeting you Y/n!” Mark exclaimed following behind the older man.

You waved kindly behind you before looking back at Johnny. “They’re nice,” you remarked. Johnny playfully rolled his eyes as he led you inside the firehouse. “They’re dorks, but they’re my best friends. I don’t know why they were playing like they didn’t know you were coming today,” he confessed as you guys stepped inside the corridor.

They knew you were coming? That meant, Johnny spoke of you to his coworkers. Not even just his coworkers, but his best friends. Y/n, weren’t you the luckiest girl alive?

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Your visit to the department was lovely. Johnny went into detail about all the protocols, tools, and training they dealt with in the department. He even showed you photos of him and his staff from their training days.

He took you down the basics of his training, telling you a few stories as well about his rescues.

“One time,” Johnny spoke as his hands were on the wheel facing the road. He was taking you two out of a restaurant of your choice, just for a casual lunch. Your head turned and faced his direction, acknowledging his words as he spoke about his endeavors.

“This woman’s smoke alarm battery was completely dead. Hadn’t changed it since she first moved into her home,” he solemnly told the story. “She fell asleep while making dinner, leaving the food in the oven. The house was smoked and foggy, that she almost suffocated from the ashes,” he told the story, remembering it like it was yesterday.

“It was my first-ever rescue, I was so young fresh out of the academy, I was petrified you know. She was an elderly woman. Thankfully, Jaehyun and I were able to get there quickly enough and safely got her to escape,” Johnny continued saying as a small grin tugged his lips. The memories, the lessons he learned from his job. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to quit at first, but the outcome of saving others was worth it.

You sighed as he continued with his story, feeling a mix of heartbreak for Johnny. But, it opened your eyes to how truly amazing he is. Brave. One of the bravest professions someone could pull, he was humble. But he had every right to be proud of himself. He was selfless.

“God, Johnny wow,” you huffed out. Your eyes softened at his story, your mind making out the scenario as you put yourself in Johnny’s shoes.

“Her house, how bad was the damage?” you asked, thinking about the moment that happened to you only a few days ago. The amount of fear that fueled you, you could only imagine how horrid the situation was.

Johnny’s lips pursed into a straight line. His eyes sadly faltered as the memory flooded his mind. “It was almost impossible to get inside, thankfully her room was near the exit but, her entire bottom floor was burned down. She went to live with her kids and grandkids,” Johnny informed steadily, attempting to mask the pain in his voice.

You nodded along at his words, mind trailing back to the memory earlier this week. “You’re so incredibly brave. Your job is so important,” you began with your praise of him.

A soft chuckle erupted from him as he shook his head humbly, denying your claims. “No Y/n, I’m not as brave as I make out. I love my job, it is important. But, I’m lucky I get to maintain it,” Johnny humbly explained to you.

You shook your head in disbelief. “Oh Johnny, please. You rushed into my apartment without any gear, you’ve saved an old lady from burning to a crisp, you put out forest fires, you help teach people, even grown adults like me how to be safe,” you ranted rolling your eyes at how he discredited himself.

“At least to me,” your voice softened as your gaze faltered down, looking outside your passenger window meekly. “You’re amazing okay? The bravest man I’ve met, and I’m glad I get to go on a date with you and understand your job. It’s beautiful the work you do, please don’t disrespect yourself by ignoring your worth,” you ordered of him. It was genuine, the words, the feelings, everything you said.

You somehow didn’t notice that you were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant you both agreed upon, however, he parked behind the building. Secluded behind trees and a multitude of other cars.

Once Johnny was securely parked, his entire expression was soft. His eyes looked for something in yours, they were locked. They glistened with a sense of hope, and his hands met over your clothed thigh resting gently upon it. “Do you really mean that Y/n?” Johnny asked quietly, gripping your thigh gently.

A pool of emotions flooded your nervous system. The touch was gentle yet intimate. His stare was hard. But it wasn’t intimidating, but it was undoubtedly lustful. You nodded slowly. “I mean it. I swear,” you whispered out, your eyes faltered to his lips.

Johnny noticed it. How could he not? His eyes never left yours, except to look at your lips of course. His hands cascaded your warm cheek as his thumb made its way to strum your bottom lip. His touch was featherlight, yet it was enough to get you wet on impact.

“I’m gonna kiss you now Y/n,” he informed barely above a whisper. “Is that alright?” he questioned blinking slowly, his breath becoming a bit unsteady as his heartbeat picked up.

You didn’t think twice. “Of course Johnny,” you allowed. Not even a moment after, the rush that took over Johnny quickly met your mouth. Your lips smacked against each other, and lewd and wet sounds filled the car.

Low hums escaped from Johnny as the kiss deepened, his hand pulling you by the nape to close the small space that was between you two. The kiss was heavenly, you couldn’t escape the pleasure overriding you. Neither could he.

You were always enticing to him, even though the time spent between you was minimal, it was more than enough for you and him. Neither one of you could

deny that you wanted this to happen. After a few moments, the hot kiss slowed down. Johnny pulled away from you slightly to catch his breath as his eyes remained on yours.

“Should we stop?” he asked quietly, his breath hitching the second you shook your head. “I don’t want to,” you admitted surely. It was genuine. You didn’t want to, how could you? Everything about him was addictive and you needed everything from him.

Johnny nodded along with your approval. “Get in the back seat,” he instructed sternly. Your face stayed steady, but your heartbeat quickened immediately at his words. You were nervous, but not scared. You nodded your head and turned to the side unlocking your door, going to the back side of the car, and getting in.

Johnny pulled his seat up all the way, struggling to get out a bit before going into the back seat, sitting in the now open space.

His eyes remained on yours heavily, flooded with desire. Your eyes reciprocated the look, mixing with hints of lust. You slowly propped yourself on your knees in the back seat, leaning over to his face to kiss him once more.

“Sit on my lap,” he pled. Your eyes glanced down at his lap, noticing a bulge threatening to peak out from his tan cargo pants. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight. You head over to his frame, straddling his lap as your hands cupped his warm face.

“Like this?” you asked teasingly, a smirk threatening to creep across your face. Johnny released a low groan once he felt your warmth grace his sensitive area. He shifted into position, holding your hips tightly preventing you from moving too much.

“Amazing,” he whispers before his lips meet your collarbone. Soft kisses touched your skin, ejecting light moans from you and filling Johnny’s ears. Your hips instinctively grind against his lap, his stiffness piling at your core.

Groans escaped Johnny’s mouth, his warm breath hit your skin and arose goosebumps everywhere. The soft actions only cause you to become wetter and desperate for his touch. You whined in his ear incoherently, begging for his touch.

Johnny couldn’t help but smirk at your whines, his hand met your clothed sex toying amongst the denim of your jeans. A high-pitched moan left you, you desperately rutted against his large hand, needing to feel the friction against your clit. Your sounds were pure music to Johnny’s ears, as much as he knew you wanted to feel him, he couldn’t just yet. Not without completely teasing you to your breaking point.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but he was sewn onto you. Eyeing every expression you made, every furrow of your brow, watching every whine escape your pretty swollen lips from his kiss. “You’re so desperate,” he pointed out smirking against your lips, brushing against yours with every word.

“So pretty, let me hear,” he asked as your head dipped into his collarbone, filling his skin with muffled whines as he palmed against your pussy. “So-“ you stammered out praises. “So, good. So good Johnny, please touch me,” you begged out for the firefighter.

He obliged, unbuttoning your jeans and signaling you to slip out of the fabrics preventing his hands. “How could I say no when you beg so prettily?” he graced as he watched you pull off your denim, taking along the panties you wore as well.

Exposing your bare pussy for him. You were soaking for him, immediately dampening his cargo the second you sat back down on his lap. He hissed at the impact and held you closer, pulling you into a deep kiss once more, engaging fully in you.

His hand slipped into your folds, he hummed at the intoxicating feeling of your wetness. His fingers explored your sex, fingers finding their way inside you penetrating.

You could hold back the moans that filled the car, your clit humped against his palm as you threw your head back at the feeling. Your sex coated his fingers, your hands gripping his shoulders as your face tensed from the intense feelings you were experiencing.

His face was calm and collected, lips tugged between his teeth as didn’t take his eyes off your expression. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so wet, I could take you right now,” he stated as he watched you cry out curses.

You could hardly speak to him, his long thick fingers caressing your insides made it difficult to focus on anything other than him. “Could you?” you asked quietly, eyes fluttering trying to see his expression. The grin on his face told it all.

He nodded again, pulling his fingers out to press them against your lips. Signaling you to suck away your own juices. You looked coy at the explicit action but did as he wished. Your tongue swirled away at the pads of his fingers, holding his wrist to gag yourself with his hands. You hummed against his digits, sucking away all of the sweetness that coated him.

“That’s a good girl,” Johnny cooed watching you intensively as you performed. His cock was pulsating, achingly wanting to take you right there in the car. Just like you so desperately desired.

“Take off my pants baby,” he said looking at you softly as he retreated his hand from your grasp. He trailed his hand over your chest, gripping at your breast.

You hissed at the feeling but remained focused on the moment. He was going to fuck you, at least that’s what you thought. You lifted yourself off his lap, unzipping his heavy cargo pants, and pulled them down to his ankles, taking his black Calvin briefs down with them.

His cock sprung up on queue, leaking with pre-cum. Flushed red. He was thick, just how you expected, but you didn’t expect how long he was, it was intimidating.

He caught you staring and chuckled. He gripped his length and strummed at it jerking himself off in front of you. “You scared?” he teased noticing your shocked and reluctant expression.

You shook your head. “You’re just bigger than I thought,” you shyly admitted, eyes clocking back and forth from his face to his tip. His cock was pretty, it was weird to admit but it was. It was perfect.

“Let me suck you off,” you asked as you bowed your head, arching your back and kneeling towards his cock. You took the warm member in your hand, stroking it for him.

Johnny’s hand instinctively found your nape, strumming at it lightly until you were ready to take him. Deep and dragged groans exude from his throat. He kept his eyes glued to the sight of you teasing his shaft. He twitched at your movements uncontrollably, you had him wrapped around your finger, figuratively and physically.

He thrusted into your palm trying to control his instincts. “Y/n,” he softly exclaimed. He was already near his breaking point, it was too much feeling your hand alone. He swiftly pushed your head down onto his cock, filling your mouth up. He was so long, his tip already pushing the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Saliva drowned his shaft, tears filled your eyes, and wet sounds coated the air. The sight is so explicit and lewd, lustful noises escaping your mouth. Johnny’s cock drowning in your sweet wet mouth. It was intoxicating for you both.

You fondled away at his balls, finding a steady rhythm to suck away at his cock. Kissing away at his tip, smacking the tip against your tongue. You tried your hardest to keep eye contact with him. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, his eyes hazy. He stared at you, hard. He couldn’t alter his gaze if he wanted.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he commanded shoving your head back down onto his aching length. You grabbed the shaft, gagging as you tried to steady your pace the best you could. Your eyes fluttered and filled with salty tears at the impact.

“Look at me,” he instructed with a deep and stern tone, his hand around your nape keeping you steady. Your eyes fluttered but you maintained the contact the best you could.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he began to thrust into your mouth, fucking your throat harshly. “Gonna cum,” he warned as his pace was sloppier but still deep.

You choked, bubbles of saliva coated his cock and your hand. It was sloppy. But you and Johnny were so enamored in the feeling, that neither of you could care less. Your primary focus was getting Johnny to cum down your throat, you wanted to prove that you could please him. That you were exactly what he needed.

Johnny could already see that before this encounter. He knew he needed you the moment he laid eyes on you. The same way you knew you needed him the moment you laid yours on him.

Strings of curses and profanity stemmed from Johnny’s mouth. A warm salty sensation filled your tongue. You gagged and furrowed your brows at the taste. Johnny was panting harshly, and moans escaped. His heavy hands lie on your nape, keeping you in place as he fills your

mouth with his hot cum.

Once he finished, you pulled off with a pop sound escaping. You breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you wiped your lips with your forearm.

Johnny looked at you with a deep breath. “Are you okay beautiful?” he questioned politely, extending his hand to cup your flushed cheeks.

You shyly smiled, nodding your head after you finished cleaning your mouth. “Yes, I’m okay,” you assured him. You looked at his still-stiff cock. “Are you? Did that feel okay?” you questioned with a coy tone.

Johnny could only chuckle. “Yes, that was amazing Y/n,” he replied sitting up to kiss your lips swiftly, strumming your cheeks.

He looked down at his cock, sighing as he fixed away at his pants. “Let’s get ready to eat, right?” he suggested timidly, looking to you for approval.

You were a tad speechless. He didn’t want to fuck? Of course, you wouldn’t force him, it’s only the first date. You nodded with a small smile, fixing away at your blouse and pants.

The night was still young after all, whenever he was ready, you’d be welcoming with open arms.

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The lunch was amazing, this time the conversation was directed at you. He learned more about all your interests and hobbies. That you love to read, what you read. How you got into your current profession, everything. Johnny loved to learn about you.

He talked to you for hours that day, it felt like you spoke about everything under the sun. You told him about your family, why you were living alone in the big city. Your dreams. Your goals. It was beautiful, the connection you were able to build in just the mere amount of time you spent together.

You both knew you wanted to take things further. Spending a few more causal lunch dates with one another, walking home together. You even called a few times since the encounter.

A few nights later. Johnny invited you over to his apartment. His monochrome, black, and white decor filled the area. Small portraits of close friends and family.

You were both sitting on his couch, music on his speaker playing in the background and you both were sipping on some wine he offered you.

“You know, Y/n” he stated, looking at you with a neutral expression. “You’re very interesting, I know it’s cliche but I genuinely think you’re different from any other girl I’ve ever met,” he continued timidly.

You looked with wide eyes at his claim, sipping at your wine and trying to catch his intent. “What makes you say that Johnny?” you asked curiously as you set your glass down, turning attentively to engage fully in his words.

He did the same, mimicking the way you turned to face him. His hand softly met yours, holding it close to him.

“Most girls don’t actually care about my career, they care about my money or my uniform. Not anything revolving my interests in and out of my career,” he admitted with a meek tone.

You nodded agreeing. Most girls your age didn’t look at a guy’s job as a part of him, but as something to brag about or validate in their desires. You looked at Johnny for him, not his title or money.

“I understand. It’s hard dating, especially for people our age. Most guys don’t necessarily like my job either, don’t like independent girls,” you relayed with an awkward laugh attempting to relate to him.

Johnny nodded at your words. “I think it’s amazing that you’re independent, it’s attractive. And, I love that you’re getting to know me as well. There’s a lot about you that I enjoy,” he conveyed to you, his tone being assuring and tender. His grip on your hand tightened.

You began to think a bit more, recalling the events earlier. The interaction in the car, how quickly he was told to discontinue the sex that was bound to erupt from you. It was awkward but understandable. You were never one to judge or rush, if anything it’s the last thing you wanted with Johnny. You wanted to make sure everything went smoothly for you two, in all honesty, you’d hate to ruin any chances you’d two have together.

The question came into your mind, and you decided there wasn’t a better time than now to approach the concern. “Is that why you were so, reluctant to have sex with me during our first date?” you let out quietly. It was embarrassing to ask, but you needed confirmation. To know that it wasn’t an issue with you.

Johnny felt a soft grin spread across his face. He took in a deep sigh, strumming his fingers through his hair. “In all honesty, yeah. That and, you just don’t seem like the type to fuck on the first date. I didn’t want to cross any boundaries,” he admitted to you.

He shook his head, almost as if he was in disbelief for telling you this. “I know you’re not like other girls, I always knew that much Y/n, and I never made that assumption about you,” he continued, his gaze faltering nervously. “I don’t want to sabotage us, I want to move as fast as you’d like, or as slow as you’d like. It’s up to you,” he explained deeply. The walls that he built up, instantly came down. His vulnerability was nonexistent in your presence.

You were at a loss for words. You and him were more similar in ways than you could imagine. If there weren’t enough signs that you two were made for each other, then you were both blinder than a bat.

“I’m ready for you whenever you are Johnny,” you confessed, leaning closer to his frame. Head resting against his shoulder. “Just, whenever you want to okay?” you guarantee.

Johnny nodded. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His heartbeat steadied at your embrace. You were the calm he needed in life. You were who he wished for all along. He couldn’t let you go.

Not now, not ever.

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You paced in your living room, the TV showcasing the horrific scene in front of you.

“Reports showcase the local community center engulfed in flames, it’s estimated dozens of people were still inside the second the building caught on fire from an electrical malfunction,” the news reporter read off as she showcased pictures from the event.

You clutched your heart, Johnny hadn’t texted you in hours. He was one of the first responders at the scene, once you got the message, your nerves skyrocketed instantly.

Johnny ❤️‍🔥: the community center is on fire, have to go. It’s major.

Johnny ❤️‍🔥: don’t worry too much, I’ll be home okay?

Johnny ❤️‍🔥: I love you 😘

Your eyes were glued to the screen, the fire was extinguished, but Johnny still hadn’t texted back. The reports were still flooding, you hadn’t heard a single siren since they were called to the scene.

You begged out loud, just for a single text. Just to know Johnny was okay, you couldn’t stand the idea of what could happen to him. You understood this was his career. He helped others. It’s all he ever wanted to do. To protect others, save others.

But who would help and protect him? Your mind was flooded. The bravest man in the world just had to be the guy you decided to fall in love with.

A strong knock was heard against your wooden door. You sprinted on impact to open the door.

Flinging it open, you were met with a deep heavy embrace from Johnny. Covered in sweat, soot-covered cargo pants, and his shirt stained.

“Johnny, are you okay?” you asked frantically, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. “God, I saw what happened on the news, I was worried sick,” you admitted breathlessly.

Johnny sighed into your embrace, picking you up without saying another word. Stepping inside the apartment, closing your door, and locking it for you.

You looked shocked. Holding on tightly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your bed in the center of a studio apartment, you felt yourself being placed against the mattress as his large frame hovered over you. His deep kisses are greedily plush against your neck.

You gasped out loud as his hands rapidly explored over your body. The degree of eagerness was foreign to you, Johnny could be rough but never rushed to please you.

You arched your back at his sloppy kisses melting over your collarbone. “Johnny please,” you gasped out placing a hand over his chest, creating space between you two.

Johnny looked at you with glossy brown eyes. The look on his face was mixed with too many emotions to read all at once.

“I-“ he stammered out choking on his words. “I was scared, going in there. It was like my first rescue all over again,” he recalled solemnly.

Your expression softened. Your hand caressed his cheek, a stray tear shed landing on your thumb. “It’s okay Johnny, I was worried sick about you. I’m so glad you’re okay, is everyone else okay? The news said you rescued everyone,” you gently asked, a positive gleam in your tone pursed as you mentioned the rescue.

He nodded slowly. “Everyone’s fine,” he guaranteed. “There were so many couples. Moms, kids, husbands,” he recalled shaking his head in a discouraged manner. “I couldn’t imagine how scared they were. I couldn’t imagine it being anyone I cared about in there, especially you Y/n,” he admitted embarrassedly. Tears silently streamed.

You couldn’t help but kiss him deeply. Holding him closer to you, chest to chest. He deserved to have all of his worries erased. You would make sure to relieve him from the stress.

“Just,” you sighed as you pulled away from his lips. “You have me, you’re safe with me. I’m safe with you,” you spoke out tenderly. Your fingers stroked his thick dark hair, pushing it out of his forehead.

“Let me help you, get rid of all your stress Johnny,” you pleaded. “Touch me however you want,” you suggested as you laid back against the mattress.

Johnny didn’t need you to tell him twice. In an instant, your lips connect once more. His hand pinned your wrists above your head. His other hand grasping your neck, the kiss rugged.

Johnny was against your body, chest-to-chest, completely against you. His stiff-clothed cock was against your clothed pussy. He rutted against you, groaning heavily at the feeling.

You softly moaned against his lips. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears. How amazing you felt, how much he missed you, how he needed you.

“I love you,” he whispered against your ears. Your eyes couldn’t even widen in shock, the intense tension building between you fogged your brain.

“I-I love you, Johnny,” you admitted engaging in a deep kiss with him once more. His tongue cascaded into your mouth. His forehead rested against yours for a moment, his eyes locked into yours.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?” he asked, even though the answer was more than obvious. Of course, you going to let him.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Johnny,” you admitted breathlessly, your hips bucked against his hard bulge. “Please, take these off,” you begged motioning to your clothes. You were wearing your pajama shorts and a tank top. No bra or panties.

Johnny could tell, your nipples piercing through the thin material. A pool of your wetness seeps through the thin material of your shorts. It drove Johnny insane, seeing you submit completely to him.

Seeing you in such little clothing. Hearing you admit your love for him…

You’re perfect, undeniably. He needed every ounce of you, and he needed it now. Johnny released his grip on your wrists and quickly fiddled with his pants, dropping them immediately. His Calvin’s immediately pulled down as well.

He pulled away his drenched shirt along with his white beater, exposing his defined abs. His shoulder tattoo is on display, God this man was enticing.

Your lips found their way between your teeth. Your eyes fixed on his figure. You swiftly pulled off your shorts in one movement, exposing your damp core. Spreading your legs out for his view.

He hissed immediately grabbing hold of his dick, squeezing tightly, and stroking it as he looked at your bare pussy. “You’re so wet, baby. You’re this wet for me?” he questioned with a sly smirk.

You nodded, your hand instinctively met your clit. You toyed with it as you watched Johnny. “I’m this wet for you,” you repeated his words to him, coaxing your fingers in your slick.

Johnny stared at the sight. It was heavenly. “Your pussy is so pretty love,” he complimented confidently smiling. Your cheeks flushed at his words. You smiled like an idiot, shaking your head at the compliment.

“Your dick is pretty,” you retorted playfully. A soft giggle escaped from Johnny, he leaned over your frame once more. He pushed your legs up to your chest, your thighs against your chest.

You hummed at the intense feeling. “You’re gonna feel it,” he informed gently. “Are you ready for it?” he asked once more, awaiting your approval.

You placed your hands beneath your thighs, Johnny leveled his cock closer to your core. You nodded in approval, awaiting him to enter inside you. “Please, I don’t want to wait anymore Johnny,” you begged with a slight pout that he kissed away instantly.

His kiss was deep and distracting, almost distracting enough for you to not feel his large cock enter your tight pussy. Stretching you out in an instant, deep inside your seeping hole. A scream attempted to escape before Johnny shushed you.

“Shhh, baby,” he quietly said as his hand covered your soft lips. Your screams were muted, but not gone. Your brows furrowed instantly, and your eyes almost neglected his.

His eyes were glued on you, your expression. You were so beautiful, he wanted to ruin you, have you a completely fucked out mess beneath him, only for him.

“Can’t be too loud baby,” he insisted as his thrusts were slow but deep. Extremely deep. His length already pierced your g-spot. “Do you want everyone to hear how good I make you feel?” he questioned with a condescending smirk against his handsome face.

You hummed loudly at the impact of each of his slow thrusts against his large hand. You couldn’t help it. The feeling was immense. You could only focus on the deep rutting inside your pussy, coaxing your neighbor's fat cock.

“Such a good girl,” he exclaimed slowly removing his hand from your lips, gripping your throat instead. Your screams were never silenced. It filled your walls, echoing into the studio apartment.

Your eyes focused on his focused expression as he quickened his pace, hips bucking into you. “Johnny!” you yelled out, whiny and desperate for him. Your hands attempt to grip his shoulders and back, instead scratching away at the flesh. Red marks cascaded across his skin.

He hissed at the pain, but it was disregarded from the pleasure he felt from being inside you. You were warm and wet, tighter than anyone he’s ever been with. You were heaven. His groans complimented your scream, music for his ears.

“You sound so pretty, listen to how wet you are,” he praised as he smacked against your dripping cunt. Your slick coaxed his cock beautifully, thick and white. “You’re already creaming over me,” he chuckled, pointing out the image before you.

“Ugh!” you moaned out, your hand gripping his thick dark hair. “Johnny! I can’t take it!” you whined out squeezing your eyes tightly at the intense movements he poured into you.

Your words only caused Johnny’s pace to quicken brutally. His hands now gripped your waist tightly as he fucked you into the mattress. “Don’t tell me what you can and can’t take,” he commanded with a serious tone. “You’re taking me so well, you can handle it. Right baby? You said I can use you to relieve my stress right?” he chuckled his words back at you. “I can touch you however I want?” he asked as his eyes locked into the sight of him penetrating you.

You whined nodding your head, knowing this was exactly what you wanted. What you hoped for. “Yes,” you quietly gasped out. “I can take it,” you lied. Not that you didn’t want it. You’d give anything to have Johnny fuck you like this anytime. All the time.

“You’re mine. Say it,” he instructed as his thrusts became sloppy. His dick was completely coated. Your cunt was aching. Your stomach tightened. Sweat encapsulated both of your bodies.

“I’m yours, Johnny!” you screamed out as your stomach turned with a filler sensation. “Please, let me cum!” you plead. You bit your lips harshly, wanting to feel the full extent of your climax.

Johnny’s head fell in between your collarbone right by your ear. “Cum, cum for me,” he instructed. He was near his climax but promised himself he couldn’t cum before you. You deserve to feel the height of this pleasure. You deserved to be cared for. To be pleased.

You couldn’t resist the feeling, you came on impact. The climax is hard and tiring. Strings of curses and screams escaped. Johnny’s ears rang from your loud voice. Not that he could ever complain, he would never.

Johnny groaned swiftly pulling out, just to have a pool of cum spurt out of the tip, all over your tank top. He threw his head in pleasure. He jerked out each string of cum until he drained.

You lay there, attempting to catch your breath. Eyes fluttering out of tiredness.

“Not yet baby,” Johnny perked up with a sly grin. Suddenly, Johnny’s head dipped between your legs. His wet tongue slid between your folds, cleaning away your cum. He used his large fingers to spread your damp folds, his tongue sliding across every inch of your pussy.

It was overstimulating in the best possible way. You pushed his head further into your cunt, feeling his muscle grace over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please,” you begged, eyes fluttering at the immense pleasure.

Johnny chuckled against your wetness, swallowing and slurping away your slick. Your cum sweet against his tongue. “You taste amazing,” he praised as he lifted himself up from your bed. He kissed your thighs swiftly before standing up and heading towards your bathroom.

You whined at the disconnect, lying on your mattress as you caught him wetting a towel to clean himself off.

He returned and gently cleaned your cum-tainted torso. A sly smile on his face as he eyed you. “You did so good,” he praised as he tossed the towel into your dirty clothes bin.

You smiled sheepishly at his words as you began to snuggle beneath your covers. “Thank you, it felt so good,” you shyly thanked him.

He nodded in agreement as he slid beneath your covers as well, pulling close to his chest. Your head laid against the skin, hand strumming over his abs.

“How do you even get an 8-pack this solid?” you giggled curiously as your eyes met his.

He looked at you with a coy smile, “Firefighter training does a lot for your body,” he simply stated as he stroked your lower back.

“Does firefighter training teach you how to fuck like that?” you giggled rhetorically.

Johnny returned to a soft giggle. “No, but loving you did,”

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Author’s Note:

hi everyone again! i’ve had a really fun time writing this one, i hope you enjoy and keep sending more requests. if you’re feeling generous, make sure to buy me a coffee to show ur appreciation!

love, mei!

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mountebank chem: epilogue (JYH x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

* 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤: 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲. The first time you met Yunho, you knew he was going to be part of the biggest tragedy of your life: the loss of your freedom, of your free will. You didn't know why back then but what you did figure out is that you and Jeong Yunho were going to, eventually and very publicly, date each other at some point. Is that reason enough to hate his guts? Well, of course! Now, when the time comes to fulfill the prophecy, how the hell are you going to pull it off? And, most importantly, what do you need to do to not fall in love with him in the process?

PAIRING: rich!yunho x afab!rich!reader.

GENRE: enemies to friends to lovers.

WORD COUNT: 7.08k

WARNINGS & TAGS: attempt !!! at comedy, dual pov (both yunho's and reader's), use of fem pronouns for reader, the morning after and the day after that. reader and yunho are very in love is lowkey kind of gross everyone, kissing, fluff, dream-talk, yeosang talk too! a little bit of angst if you squint, decision making and finally standing up for yourself is hard and reader is doing their best, sukwon being a good brother and making reader cry, gyuri being a little shit, wooyoung being a little shit, seonghwa being a good friend, happy endings let's goooo.

NOTES: hi everyone! here's the epilogue i promised! like i've said in a few asks that i've gotten, there's a little bit of the next story here, just something so you all have context of it before going in. i don't know when that one is going to be up (i'm not really far along with it) but either way i want to thank all of you for the patience and the wait! i really loved writing mbc:'). this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: february 20th 2025.

taglist: @kyunlov, @tinyelfperson, @0115degrees, @daniela-f-uwu, @ultrapinkvoidbouquet, @kyeomooniee, @fairylover68, @sushiinmidnight, @qveenbunni, @calmoistorm, @potatomountain, @svintsandghosts, @lemonkait00, @blue5ummer, @fancypeacepersona, @hyukssunflower, @i-love-ateez, @alsomimi, @e3ellie, @st3ft0n3s, @hotteokkay, @xylatox, @honeybeehorizon, @hwallazia, @mady-66.

masterlist - part one - part two. part three. part four.

When Yunho wakes up, rested and naked, the room is dark.

He turns to the side and the curtains are, of course, down but the thing is that he doesn’t remember closing them the night before.

When he turns to where you’re supposed to be, the bed is made on your side and you’re not there.

Strangely enough, he doesn’t panic. He is sure of what you both have, he trusts you enough to know you didn’t run away from him, from you two, again.

Also, he can smell a mix of coffee and the turpentine-like smell of paint as he gets dressed with his boxers and the slacks he was wearing the night before after picking them up off the floor and going to the bathroom to wash his face.

He pokes his face out to the living space and there’s a make-shift tarp on the floor, the furniture is moved around to make space for you and an easel. You’re sitting down on a wooden stool, painting away and he wonders if he just missed that last night or if he genuinely just passed out and didn't notice this much change.

He clears his throat “Good morning, princess.”

You jump a little, turning your head to look at him and there’s paint on your face and your hand when you wave at him.

“Hi, Jeong.”

“Seriously?”

“What?”

He chuckles “No cute nickname? Just Jeong?”

“Well, that is your name, isn’t it?” You turn back and he catches that you’re pretending to focus on your painting, but you’re repassing the same painstrokes as before.

“We’re going to have to work on it,” he lets out a sigh that turns into a yawn. “Sorry that I slept in on you. What time is it?”

“Around three.”

“In the afternoon?!” Yunho looks around for his phone but he locates the clock in the wall first and he confirms your words. “Princess, why didn’t you wake me up? We could’ve spent the day together…”

“I rather you rest,” you shrug and he takes a few steps until he’s behind you, his hands immediately reaching out to touch you. He can’t help it, he wants to physically fuse into you but he compromises with nature and just massages your shoulders. “You have sectionals in two weeks, right?”

He frowns at the reminder, a tiny smile on his lips a second later.

“How do you know that?”

You stop the brush on the canvas and then look at him again, eyelashes batting with fake innocence.

“I kind of bribed my assistant so she could bribe yours and now your general schedule is on my phone…”

He fakes a gasp and he marvels in the pout he gets in return.

“I needed to know when you were leaving the dorm this week!”

“So you could drop the gift?”

“Mhm,” you say, puckering your lips to ask for a kiss. He pretends to go for it and he truly pats his back for having a little of self-restraint when he dodges you to pretend he just thought about something.

“Oh! That reminds me…”

You huff in annoyance and interrupt whatever he’s about to say.

“How did you know my room number and who let you in?”

“I paid the receptionist and showed him proof that we were together,” he explains like it’s nothing and you huff again, amused this time. “Told him I wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s so irresponsible.”

Yunho reaches the box he left on the coffee table last night, opens it and pulls the polaroids out.

“You dropped this off without any explanation! What are these?”

When he turns around, you’re already painting again and he gets a five second look in his direction before you return your attention to your art.

“Oh.” there’s a smile on your lips Yunho loves, although he’s not sure if it’s because you’re doing what you love or if you got reminded of something. “I was hoping you asked me about it. I, um, stayed at a resort during New Years, in Gangwondo.”

“Is this the first time we spent Chrismtas and New Years away from each other?”

“Not the first time,” you muse and then shrug, “but definitely the first time in a long time, huh?”

“I didn't like it.”

“Why?” You look at him again and he sits on his knees on the couch like a neglected child, looking your way. You seem to find it endearing, because you laugh. “Because you didn't have anyone to kick under the table this year?”

“That has never happened.”

“Liar. Anyway, they have this winter festival that goes all the way until mid January and they have this… Traditional and modern fusion media dance performance that made me think of you. So I took some pictures of the dancers.”

“So you just put them in the box because you took them while thinking of me?”

There’s shyness painting your tone when you reply “Yeah.”

His heart thumps happily inside his chest and he gets off the couch.

“I love you.”

You laugh again “I love you too, Yunho,” and, as you shake your head a little, you look in the kitchenette direction with your lips pointed at it. “I ordered some breakfast that you can heat up or you can give me… Twenty minutes and I can change and we can—”

Yunho revels in the squeak of surprise you let out when he closes the distance, leans in and catches your lips in a short but firm kiss.

“We can stay in all day if you want to.” He says and you kiss his lips one more time.

“Okay,” you seem happy to have that option so he sees the moment you make the decision to not push going out at all. “There’s some clothes for you in the walk-in closet. I ordered them when I ordered all of this,” you point at the mess on the tarp and the floor, “I figured you might need them.”

“Thank you, my love.” He whispers and he pecks your lips before reaching for your nearly empty coffee cup.

“There’s also one for you in the—”

“I want this one,” he says, a sly smile on his lips and one of his hands returns to your shoulders to massage them.

He takes a look at the canvas for once and he notices that, what he thought was a solid background color and some structure, has actually started to look like the view in front of you both, with the Namsan Tower in the back.

“What about the CD?”

“Hm?”

“Your gift,” he reminds you, “there’s also a CD.”

“A mixtape, with songs that make me think of us.”

Yunho blows some air and he doesn’t have to look down to see you’re frowning at the sound “You’re a romantic.”

“Do you want to die?”

He laughs but doesn’t address the threat at all. Instead, the focus is on your art “The painting of us and the kids is beautiful,” he can feel your skin under his palm heat up at the compliment and it makes him smile. “This one is too.”

“It all just flows so much smoothly when I don’t have to think about work or being home,” you admit, your body relaxing into his when he takes a sip of the cup and brings it around for you to do the same. “I want to stay here, with you, forever.”

“And we can,” he murmurs into your head, leaving a kiss on your temple a second later. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want to move out,” you say, your tone full of wishfulness and Yunho takes in a breath at what that could mean for you, “I want to quit my job.”

“And what do you want to do for work, then?” He asks, already supporting the decision. “You want to paint?”

You shake your head, looking up at him, a wishful glint in your eye “I want to be an art teacher.”

“Oh?”

“Do you want to work for your father?”

“Not in a million years, I— Princess, don’t get mad for what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

You turn in the stool, looking up at him with an inquisitorial brow until he crouches down on the floor to meet your eye.

“My plan has always been to pretend to work and go along with him until I graduate college. Then, I want to move away. I want to… I don’t know, get disowned?”

Eyes widening, you take in a sharp breath and then cough into your hand.

He offers you the cup so you can take the final sip out of it.

“It’s part of why I went along with the PR relationship in the first place.”

You nod and he gulps, staring as you get lost in thought for a second.

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because I sort of planned to use you?”

“Not really, though. You wanted to use the relationship they threw us into?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s understandable, then. I… I understand.” This time, you’re the one gulping and he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. “I, um, I’m not sure if I actually can go against my parents wishes and never see my brother again, Yun.”

He shakes his head. “If you think for a second that Sukwon is going to give a fuck about your parents feelings, you’re wrong. I… Me and Gunho are not as close as I want us to be, you know? But we talk about things.”

“Yeah?”

“Sometimes,” his laugh lasts a few seconds only and then he clears his throat. “If there’s something I'm sure of, princess, is that your brother loves you with all his heart. If you want to step away from the family business, from your parents, he… He’ll understand.”

You nod again.

“And I’m not saying any of this because I want you to do the same things I want to do but I—”

You interrupt him “What do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to work as an engineer?”

“Yes,” he breathes out and you smile, “but I also want to dance. Have an academy, maybe, but I need money and experience and a name.”

“You already have a name.”

“I need to make a name for myself, princess,” he explains and you nod like you already knew, because you probably did. “Get a stage name, maybe.”

“Ha!” you laugh and he raises his eyebrows, amused by your reaction. “Maybe… Yunho the rakehell? Yunho… Oh! Yunho the bitchl—”

“Stop that!”

It seems like that joke is never to die down and he’s glad, he’s glad that he doesn’t take genuine offense in it anymore and he’s glad it makes you laugh in a way he wants to record and play on repeat forever.

Grabbing his face, your thumbs brush against his cheeks and he can swear he has never felt so at ease until now. This, waking up and going out of the room to find you doing what you love. You, looking at him with some much love, it's hard to believe it took you both so long to leave your pride behind and work it out.

“You are worth it, Yunho,” you whisper and he knows right away you’re referring to the fight you both had at the office, “and I have no idea how we’re going to make it, but we are. Of that I’m sure, my love. I trust you,” you brush his hair back and off his forehead, “I trust us.”

He holds your face as well, the pad of his finger passing over the dry paint on your cheek.

“I trust us, too.”

Before he can react, you’re smooching his lips again and he melts into the encounter, the passion of last night bleeding into his movements once again and painting him red when he gets on his knees and pulls you into his lap in a smooth motion. You yelp and laugh and then you moan into his mouth when his hands find your ass and his fingers dig into it through the jeans you’re wearing.

Huh.

You’re wearing jeans.

They look so natural and good on you that he didn’t even notice it’s the first time he seeing you in jeans.

“Again?” You ask, already winded and clinging onto him for dear life in a way that makes him laugh. He pulls back and finds you shyly smiling at him but it doesn’t really help your care that he can see right through the act.

“Can you blame me?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Y/N…”

“It was a joke,” you grab his shoulders to shake him to no avail and then before getting up you lean in to kiss his cheek in a manner so sweet that makes him all giddy, like a fool in love. Maybe because that’s what he is. “Take a shower.”

“Take it with me.” He says, without thinking about it but one hundred percent meaning it.

“I already showered.”

He makes sure to scrunch his nose and make a funny face “Did you really?”

It’s not really a surprise when you turn around from your painting and swipe your brush across his mouth.

“I smell amazing and you smell like shit. Go and shower, Jeong.”

He enjoys ticking you off a bit too much. Either way he laughs, the taste of paint on his tongue when he does and, when he gets up and goes to the bathroom, he hears the soft sound of your giggle and his heart feels full.

And then you get him back like ten minutes later, by turning off the light in the bathroom and almost giving him a heart attack at the sudden loss of it. He breathes out an exaggerated sigh and, when you turn them back on, he turns around and watches you through the glass divider.

Unfortunately for you, the glass is frosted from his chest down, but you lean against the marble counter and eye him suggestively nonetheless. He continues with his shower as if this is the most normal scenario ever for the two of you.

It feels like it, anyway.

“Can I help you, princess?”

“Tomorrow I’ll go home,” you start, not a question or a request, but a fact. “I’ll go home and I'm going to sit with them all at dinner and let them hear what I’m going to do from now on. They don’t need to know that I’m going to take classes—”

“You are?”

Humming, you nod once and then twice after a second of looking at the floor, determination in your stare when you look up at him again. “I’m going to get a bachelor’s in art education, maybe just art first. It’ll take time but…” You shrug.

“But you’ll be doing what makes you happy.” He finishes for you.

“Yeah,” you return softly, “and I'll be detached from my family’s hip eventually.”

“One will argue,” he says, closing his eyes to avoid shampoo to get into them, “that you’re already pretty independent.”

“While doing my work and my brother’s work, sure,” you smile, “but not when it comes to living on my own.”

An idea crosses his mind and colors his cheeks, so he hums “You’ll be lonely.”

“I already feel that way at home… But I do love the idea of having a space all for myself.”

He hums again and then wipes the water from his eyes to send you a look.

“How much do you love it?”

“Jeong,” you say, laughing when you finally get what he’s suggesting, “we’re not moving in together.”

He pouts.

“Yet.”

He smiles at you again.

“Besides,” turning around, you let out a tired sigh when you catch the paint on your face and then you open the faucet to clean it off, “then Yeosang would miss you too much and he’ll blame me. I don’t want your friend to hate me.”

“He would never—”

You don’t let him dismantle your excuses “What is he up to with that documentary, anyway?”

He closes the shower and reaches for a towel the next second, not even bothering fully covering himself up when he gets out and you send him a look through the mirror, one he can’t decide if it’s in reproach or if it’s charged with something else. Probably both.

But he plays coy and tries his best to answer your question as he secures the towel around his hips.

“He’s doing this documentary about dance, he’s been working on it for a while. Obviously I’m the star of it,” he watches you roll your eyes and he bumps your arm with his in retaliation. “But my co-stars are taking all of his attention now. It’s kind of annoying.”

“And he finds them— your co-stars I mean,” your eyes roll again, “at the club?”

Yunho barely helps the laugh that spills out of his lips.

“No, um, that’s a completely different story. He keeps saying that he needs to film this one girl for the documentary but we all stopped believing him when he almost got beat up for filming her,” he explains, his hands brushing his wet hair back, “and he went back to do it again anyway.”

Your hip connects to the countertop again, your back to the mirror “So he’s in love?”

“I don’t think so. I think he’s… Intrigued.”

“Is she an exotic dancer or something?”

“What?”

“What?” you return, shrugging, “nothing wrong with stripping for a living.”

“I know, that’s not what I meant—”

“Do you have something against strippers, Yunho?” Your eyes narrow at him.

“N-no, of course I—”

“Oh, you don’t?”

“Princess…” He breathes out another laugh, a nervous chuckle this time. “Stop teasing me.”

Your frown slowly breaks into a smile and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“But you look so cute when you’re flustered!”

He stops messing with his hair to grab your hips and make sure you have nowhere to go, trapped between his body and the cold marble behind you.

“I’m not cute,” he says, low, almost in a whisper, “and I showered.”

“Yunho… Are you not hungry at all? You have to eat something.”

He wants to laugh again but he stops himself, his hands roaming your front and slipping to your legs when he kneels a little “Hm, I’m starving.”

Gasping when he kisses your middle through your shirt, you push him away with feign distress written all over your expression.

“Jeong!”

He gets back up again “What?”

“Are you going to be this much of a troublemaker when we live together? I have things to do!”

He stops, his hands holding your hips still and then you gasp again when he tugs and presses you against his body.

“You said when.”

You gulp “I know what I said.”

“You’re making plans for the future and I’m in them.”

“Well,” you titter with a nervous glint in your eye, but your chin is up the next second, “you know what? Yeah. Yes, I am, because I love—”

He presses his lips against yours before you finish your sentence and when he pulls away you push on his chest again.

“Annoying.” You say but you don’t mean it and he laughs, his arms going around you before you melt into his embrace fully.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Mhm.”

You think about it, he can feel you thinking as he rocks you both from side to side “No,” you finally say, in a whisper and then your next words come out firmer. “No, I need to do this on my own. I would love to see you later tomorrow night, though.”

“Hm, I have practice and then I promised to help Gyuri move in with Wooyoung but I can tell them that I’m in love and busy.”

“No, no,” you pull back, smiling a little, “Can I… I mean, I can help.”

He smiles as well “You want to?”

You nod.

“She has a bunch of shit but San is moving most of the stuff because, partially, it’s his fault she has to move, so.”

“Hm, how so?”

“Gyuri and his girlfriend live together, for years now, and now they want to move in with each other so Gyuri is forced to live with the embodiment of mischief while she finds an apartment she can afford.”

You laugh “I don’t think it bothers her that much.”

“Why?” He frowns and, at his question, you give him an incredulous look. “Why?”

“Baby, oh my God.”

He lets you go and you push him away fully, getting out of the bathroom.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“Figure it out, dummy!”

He’s truly, genuinely and utterly confused, but the smile on his face hardly goes down as he watches you sit down in front of your painting again, from the bathroom door’s threshold.

And his heart aches for the pain you’re probably going to endure the next day.

When you enter the code to your front door, bag in hand, it’s almost lunch time. You didn’t let them know you’ll be returning today but you’re sure the way your suitcase falls at the dining room’s entrance is enough to alert them. Sukwon jumps a little, your mother lets out a scream and your father looks up from his phone slowly, gives you a look, and then looks back down.

“Oh, great, you’re back. Y/N, next time would you please let me know when you’re showing up so I can schedule your appointments accordingly— Kim Y/N!”

Your mother's scandalized scream is not what surprises you. What surprises you is the hug Sukwon gets up to give you, a tight squeeze that you smile into and then make a face at when he pulls away.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to just you. “Don’t let her tell you otherwise.”

Nodding, you finally face your mother whose jaw is almost hitting the floor by now. Your father, as usual, is unbothered and tapping his fingers against the glass of the table, impatiently waiting for his food.

“Why do you mutilate yourself like this? And without notifying your team, nonetheless! We’ll have to… Get you some hair extensions for the shoot that you have—”

“No.”

She pauses, her jaw ticking and her eyebrow raising in warning. A few months ago, the mere thought of upsetting her would’ve sent you into a panic attack. Now, you stand your ground and curve your lips with pride, lift your chin up with courage and hold the handle of your suitcase a little tighter because you need it, because your hands tremble a little.

“Excuse me?”

“I said no,” you repeat yourself and your tone gains you your father's attention. “I’m sure the public can survive a haircut, mom. Can you?”

“Kim Y/N do not talk to me like that!”

She steps your way and your brother steps a side, giving you a wide eyed look that can only mean a here she goes again and you purse your lips to stop yourself from nervously laughing at it.

“You cut your hair, you leave for three months and come back all… All chubby,” oh, my god, “and you dare to speak to me that way?!”

The mention of your weight does send a little panic cruising through you. It has your father huffing from his seat and your brother snapping his head rapidly in your mother’s direction, a frown creasing his eyebrows and you can tell he’s about to say something but you stop him with a shake of your head.

And then you laugh.

You taste something bitter in your mouth and you can see the exact moment she notices her words are not affecting you the way they usually do.

“I think it’s time I move out,” you start, with a tiny, sardonic smile on your lips, “and I also think it is also time you think about the way you speak to me, mother. And I think you,” you turn to your father, “need to think about all the times you allowed her to talk to me that way.”

Your dad looks up, raises his eyebrows, hums and then looks back down again.

“Sure thing.” He says.

“What is happening right now?” your mother asks, a nervous chuckle coming out of her and after that she moves her hand, dismissing your point and turning to go to her seat again. “You’re talking nonsense. Go upstairs and wash. You’re obviously not having dinner, I hope.”

She’s always doing it on purpose, bringing you down like that on purpose, but right now? Right now she craves vengeance. You notice it in the way she looks for your reaction when she looks up.

“I am having dinner. Not here, not with you, not anymore.”

Your mother sighs, rubs her forehead with her thumb and her index “Kim Y/N, I beg, stop terrorizing me and—”

“She’s moving in with me.”

You turn to Sukwon, he gives you a look to signal you to follow his lead.

“She’s a little bit too grown up and independent to live under your roof still, mom. Dad?” He asks and your father looks up. “Don’t you agree?”

“Well,” your father cleans his throat, his back hitting the back of his chair as he thinks it over, “she is capable of being on her own. Besides, her room can make a wonderful office for you, dear.”

“Her room is staying hers because she’s not going anywhere!” Your mom stands up again, voice dark and tone painted over with something you’ve never even heard before. Not coming from her, at least: Fear. “Why do you suddenly want to move out? Is there…” She closes her mouth and then gulps, breathing out a laugh the next second. “Are you running away with someone, Y/N? Is that it? Did you fall in love on your little trip? You’re promised to someone!”

“Promised? I am not promised because we’re in the twenty-first century, mom!”

“To Yunho, Y/N! Don’t be stupid and tell your little fling to get lost!”

“Mom…” Sukwon warns but she laughs again, indignant.

“What? She knows this already. How would the Jeong’s feel if—”

“I don’t care what they feel!”

Your voice resonates in the room, it shuts everyone up, it makes your mom take a step back and your father blocks his phone, finally interested in what’s going on.

“I am with Yunho.”

Your mother smiles a second too late at what you said and opens her mouth, but you interrupt whatever nonsense she’s about to spew out.

“I am with him but not because you or his mother planned it. I’m not trying to fullfill your little fucked up fantasy—”

“Y/N!” She gasps at the cursing but you continue nonetheless.

“I am with him because I love him. I love him and he loves me and we are together because, against all odds, we ended up bonding and finding comfort and solace in each other. We made the choice, we did,” you insist on it, to let her know that it doesn’t matter if you two being together is exactly what she wanted, the final say is on you and Yunho alone. “I have something you two could never have and that’s companionship and true understanding that’s not rutted in power or in money. He… He made me realize we’re so much more than this.” You move your hands in the space between you and the rest of the room and your father hums a bitter sound in return.

“This,” your father gets up from his seat, hands going in the pockets of his dress pants and eyebrows raised with a sardonic edge to them that pisses you off, “is your family.”

“I know and that makes it worse,” you nod and the slow anger showing in his expressions grows just a tad bit more, so you go on before anyone else can interrupt you again. “Here’s what’s going to happen from now on, dad; If you want me to, I’ll keep working at the company, but Sukwon's responsibilities are solely his from now on,” you turn to your brother and he gives a fake pout but then he nods. “My job is simple, my job should allow me to focus on what I really want and, once I get what I really want, I'll make sure to find someone who can fit my spot so seemingly you won't even notice I'm gone.”

“I thought that what you wanted was to work for this company, Y/N.” Your father says.

“I thought so too,” you murmur back to him before shrugging, “but now I’m not so sure.”

A bit of pregnant silence passes. The air feels thick now that you told them your terms, your plan or what you allowed them to hear of it anyways. Like you told your boyfriend, there’s no need for them to know that you want to take classes or teach.

You’ll just do it. No need for their approval.

But your mother still grasps at the control she had on you three months ago. She holds on to it, desperately and, if you were someone else and the situation was any different, you would probably admire the strength it takes to stay this egotistical and delusional until the end.

She doesn’t seem to understand that her only daughter is running away from her. You’re not sure she cares, either and it hurts because, deep down, you expected to walk off with redemption on her side.

Sometimes, there’s no redemption at all from the people who hurt you.

And that’s also okay.

“Are you done?” She asks, looking around. “Are you all done with this nonsense?”

Taking in a breath, you try to tell her that what you said it’s what’s going to happen but she is not having it.

“No,” her finger is up and you raise your eyebrow at it, which gains you a raise on hers in return. “No. You’re not looking for a replacement and no you’re not moving out. That’s insane, Kim Y/N, that’s—”

“What’s my favorite color?” You interrupt to ask her and she stops, opening and closing her mouth while searching for an answer. “What’s my favorite sweet?”

“You don’t have one.”

“I do, I actually have two. What’s my favorite book? Movie? Song?” You turn to your dad this time. “What’s my favorite marketing strategy? Do you even know that one?”

Silence.

“You don’t know me enough to want to keep me here. I understand why you might think you do, but you don’t. Because, guess what? I’m an adult.”

Your mother opens her mouth and closes it again when you shake your head.

And although you’re not speaking to her anymore, you keep looking at your mother straight in the eye and you’re able to catch the exact moment she realizes she lost.

She lost.

“I’m an adult with a paying job and savings you didn’t need to know anything about. So you either take it or leave it. Dad?”

“You want me to decide now?”

You let out a bitter laugh “You can do whatever you want. Just know that I’m not settling for anything else but what I told you. I can either train someone or you can fire me and I can look for a new job,” you explain, “but either way I’m out of here.”

Your mother sighs and then mutters under her breath, but you catch it “What is everyone going to say?”

“I don’t care,” you tell her again and at the response she looks up, startled, like she didn’t expect you to keep going. “Now, I hope you have a lovely lunchr.”

You’re positively shaking when you step into the hallway and through the front door again, with your suitcase in your hand still and no actual plan on where you want to go. Maybe back to the hotel?

Mind reeling, it finally registers the fact that your mother turned to your father and pleaded him to do something for the sake of the family's image just before you stepped foot outside of the house. It was a screech of don't let her go, do something! laced with clear selfish concern.

You feel panic rising, closing your throat up and you feel lost, lost in what you just did, lost in what it actually means for you.

“Hey, hey.” Sukwon catches up to you quickly, his keys in his hands, his breath jagged like he escaped your mother’s claws because that’s probably what happened. “Sell out! You needed to signal me when you wanted to leave, dumbass!”

His eyes linger on your trembling hands when he takes the suitcase from you and you do your best to steady them.

“You didn’t have anything to eat.”

“I know. Where are you going?”

“To… I don’t really know. Yunho’s dorm?”

Sukwon laughs.

“You have a house, you know.”

“I think I’m very much homeless right now. I’m getting trapped and probably thrown in a cell if I go back inside.” You swallow tightly as the realization washes over you. “She’s so mad.”

“My house,” he clarifies, rolling his eyes. “I told them you’re moving in with me, didn’t I?”

“Sukwon…”

“I meant it,” there’s something soft in his eyes before he turns to open the main gate so you can both walk up to his car. “You can stay with me. Like you said, you’re grown and I won't have to look after you anymore.”

“Pfft,” that brings out a genuine laugh out of you, “anymore.”

“I remember running behind you in the garden because you couldn't keep still the second you learned how to walk!”

You look at him with a pout as he opens the trunk, throwing your bag in it without any care in the world.

Like an older brother would.

If your eyes turn watery, you make sure to swallow back the emotion before he can figure out why.

“Can I have my own room?”

“You have a room there already,” he admits, shrugging. “I mean, I thought about you when buying the apartment. Guhno usually stays there but I’m sure he can take the couch when he comes over and— Aw, Y/N!”

By the time he closes the trunk, you’re already crying. A little, enough for him to notice it.

“I don’t want to hear it. Open the door.”

“I’m so telling Yunho you cried!”

“Leave him out of it!” You push his shoulder, quickly getting into the car when he unblocks the doors and he does the same. “He’s staying over whenever he wants, by the way.”

Sukwon laughs, his eyes wide when he turns to you “Not a chance in hell, Kim Y/N.”

“Okay, then your boyfriend is not staying over either!”

“I don’t have a boyfriend!”

You muse, trying not to laugh “I’m telling Gunho oppa you’re denying your love to my face.”

Your brother lets out a sigh and then you squeak when he pulls your hair, playfully, before looking at you with the most sincere stare Kim Sukwon has probably given anyone ever.

“I’m really proud of you, kid.”

Pouting again, you look away and through the window as he pulls out of the curb and into the streets, the house you grew up in quickly fading into the background and your heart thumping hard against your ribs.

“Are you crying again?”

“Ugh,” you turn to him, tears running down your cheeks and a smile pulling at your lips, “you’re so annoying.”

Your clothes are now in your room at Sukwon’s (and yours) apartment, in the walk-in closet. Your brother's taste is nothing short of luxurious and obnoxious and the room is decorated in a way you would never think of decorating it but he swears he has someone who can fix it for me if he wants to.

He forgets that you already know Seonghwa but it's okay, because when you show up at Gyuri’s old apartment, you make sure to find him to tell him just that.

“I've literally told him that we both know Yunho and each other. Wasn't he the one who gave you my number?” Seonghwa asks, mouth hanging open a bit in surprise.

“He did, yes.”

Seonghwa huffs in amusement and you shrug a little “Well, do you want me to work in your room?” He asks after a few seconds and you smile, considering.

“I think I’m going to do it myself, Hwa.”

At the nickname, his smile widens and he nods. You think he’s about to say something else, however your attention drifts from your newfound friend and your eyes search for Yunho in the middle of the room, on the floor, as he takes a piece of furniture apart.

He’s wearing a dark grey crewneck that makes him look so deliciously good you can’t barely help your staring. There’s not one ounce of shame on your body and you’re sure it shows on your face because Seonghwa laughs besides you.

“So I didn’t paint over the tree,” he says and you frown, turning to him, “but I take you reconsidered my point anyway?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“It’s not going to happen,” the mockery in his tone while he tries to make an impression of you doesn’t offend you because you can see the intention behind it and it makes you laugh, roll your eyes and close your arms over your chest, like a child who just got caught. “It’s not going to happen, my ass. Look at you!”

“So I was wrong, who cares?”

“I do, I love being right.”

“He does,” Wooyoung comes into view from the kitchen, a drop of sweet doing his temple and into his cheek that Seonghwa wipes away like it’s nothing. “But I can say I called it first, remember? I’m never wrong.”

“You most certainly are,” Hwa says and you laugh at the expression Wooyoung makes to his friend, offended. Seonghwa turns to you. “He’s wrong most of the time.”

“Okay, that’s it, you’re helping me with the weird spice rack she insists on taking.” Wooyoung takes his elder arm and pulls, making you laugh and Seonghwa gasps.

“You’ve been working on that all afternoon!”

“She installed it herself so it’s all wonky, Hwa.”

Gyuri screams from behind a pile of clothes. You can't even see her even though you know she's standing up. “It is not wonky, Jung Wooyoung!”

Pursing your lips so you don't laugh at her predicament, you watch as Wooyoung silently communicates to Seonghwa that the space rack is, in fact, wonky and then you jump a little when arms close around you from behind.

“Stop complaining, Woo, you're going to have the pleasure to install it however you want later.” Yunho's voice is close to your ear and you hug the arms that hold you, melting into the embrace.

Gyuri laughs sharply when she registers what he said and Wooyoung makes a face at your boyfriend “I hate it here.”

“Sure you do, Wooyoung.” You nod at him, joking even though you don’t know him that well, and Seonghwa joins the tiny laugh you let out at the face Wooyoung gives you.

“I truly did not need a new addition to the group if I was going to get bullied by them as well.”

You fake offense, laughing a second later and Yunho swats a hand on his friend’s shoulder as he passes by you both and into the kitchen again. Seonghwa rolls his eyes before following Wooyoung into the kitchen as well.

Yunho breathes out, his lips finding your cheek “How are you feeling?”

Turning to him, you smile a little. You know he’s asking about what went a little earlier today.

“I’m good, baby,” you whisper back, leaning in a little and kissing him tenderly on the lips. He reciprocates but when you pull away you can see the concern in his eyes. “I promise. I already knew how she was going to react.”

“Me too but that doesn’t make it any less fucked up, Princess.”

“I know,” letting out a sigh, you turn to the living room again and the corners of your lips lift at the mess. “But I’m out of the house and I’m alright now.”

“My mom texted me to congratulate us.”

“Oh?” You don’t turn to him again but your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Did you answer?”

“No,” he breathes out a laugh, “but I should.”

“We can’t run from them forever, Yun,” you feel him nod against you and, finally, you turn around completely to face him. His hands find your waist, his lips curve as he watches you over and you do the same. “Also, you’re banned from my house.”

His smile drops.

“Huh?”

“Sukwon doesn’t want you sleeping over.”

“What did I do?”

You hear someone laughing behind you and Gyuri comes into view a second later “You’re the official boyfriend now, Yunho, you lost your sleeping over privileges.”

“I never had them to begin with!”

“Well—” The sound of glass breaking stops her in her tracks and she goes a little pale at what it means. “Call the police, I’m committing a murder and then turning myself in.”

And then she disappears into the kitchen as well. Faintly, you can hear Seonghwa laughing. You hold onto Yunho, fingers threading softly into the strands of hair on his neck.

“They’re not helping us when we move in together.”

Yunho laughs.

“When we move in together we’re going to hire professionals.”

“Exactly.”

“And Seonghwa can do the interior design of the main part of the house but we can handle our room and studios by ourselves.”

“Mhm.”

There’s that slight glint of concern that crosses his expression again when you take in a deep breath, but you shake your head so he can let go of it.

“We’ll be okay, Yun. We are okay.”

You watch him swallow tightly but then he nods. There’s a lot you both should be concerned about right now but, as you hear Wooyoung scream from the kitchen and a loud smack against the wall nearest to you, you both silently decide to be in the moment.

It doesn’t really matter what hardships you go through, as long as you’re together.

“Against all odds,” you insist, “we’ll be alright.”

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