#kang younghyun fanfic

[lxvemaze]

彡why can't i hate you?

pairing' young k x reader

genre' angst

warnings' good relationship gone bad, reminiscing about past relationship, reader is still in love with younghyun, flashbacks written in italics, based off of "i loved you" by day6

wc' 1.6k

a/n' i listened to "i loved you" at least forty times back-to-back yesterday, so i decided to write a fic about my bias based on the lyrics 🙏 is anyone gonna read this? ofc not. am i still gonna post it? yes ofc

You hated him. God, you hated him. If your mother had heard you say that, she would’ve scoffed and told you, “Hate is a strong word.” But you thought it wasn’t strong enough. Scrolling through the Google drive he had sent you on your last anniversary that was filled with all the old pictures and videos he'd taken of the two of you on his stupid vintage film camera, you could only think of all the things about him that you hated. You hated his stupid hair that you used to run your fingers through at night, his pointy nose that you used to kiss in the mornings before you left for work, his calloused hands that used to hold you with such warmth, his pretty lips that once told you that he couldn’t imagine living without you, that he would love you till the day he died. The same lips that told you he didn’t love you anymore.

“I just…can’t do this anymore.”

You stood still in the kitchen of your apartment, your hands frozen as they still held the potato you were peeling as you prepared dinner for yourself and your boyfriend of six years. It was Friday night, which meant that Younghyun had come over for dinner, as he had nearly every Friday for the past six years- barring the times he’s been on tour. When he’d arrived at your apartment, you could tell that something was off. You’d just assumed that he’d had a bad day, or was just tired. You never would have thought that he’d be telling you this. Not after you’d discussed engagement rings just last week.

“What are you trying to say? You’re just breaking up with me? Did I do something? Did I say something?”

He shook his head with his face in his hands as you rambled on, questioning what could’ve possibly made him say these things to you. He looked up at you, both of you looked a wreck, tears in your eyes and noses running.

“It’s not that. You…You didn’t do anything.”

“Then why? What happened? Why now?”He took a deep breath as he took in your disheveled state. The tears from your face had fallen onto your pretty powder blue sweater, and he fought the urge to smile at the thought that even after all the years you’d been together, all the fights you’d had, all the times you’d seen each other at your worst, you still tried to look pretty for him. But as sweet as that thought was, it still couldn’t change how he felt.

“I don’t know. I just…I don’t know how else to say it. But I just…” He took another breath to steady his shaking voice, “I just…Don’t love you anymore.”

You hated how he never gave you a reason. Even after crying and begging, he couldn’t tell you. And maybe you said some things that you shouldn’t have, maybe telling him to leave, that you never wanted to see him again was going too far. And maybe it was a lie.

After he left, you found that he’d blocked your number, your socials, everything. Just like that, he erased you from his life. You resented him for that. After he left, you went numb for a few weeks. It was like your whole world had ended, like everything had lost all its meaning. Your mom came by almost every day to check on you, and of course to tell you that she never really liked Younghyun, that she just wanted you to be happy, and you’d be better off without him anyway. You hated how she talked about him.

After a while, you decided to pick yourself up and go about life as if he never existed. You threw out all the things he’d left at your apartment over the years, including the plant he’d given you as a housewarming gift when you first moved in. You tried to forget him, forget the time you spent with him, the trips you went on, everything. It was hard when your coworkers and friends would ask about him, when your cousin asked if you were bringing him to the upcoming family reunion, when the little old lady that lived in the apartment next to yours knocked on your door to ask if he could carry her new coffee table up to her apartment.

You were doing well at forgetting his existence. It had been almost three months, and your apartment had been scrubbed clean of any trace of him, all his photos had been deleted from your camera roll. But while you were sitting on your computer in your home office, scrolling through your Google drive to try and find an old work project that you needed to reference in a new report, you came across his last anniversary present to you. You couldn’t stop yourself before you clicked on it. Looking through all the old photos and videos of the past six years, you felt nothing but resentment as you saw his smiling face in the thumbnails.

You must have been scrolling for at least half an hour before you stopped at a certain video, the thumbnail bringing up a particularly harsh memory. You hesitantly clicked on the video, and the sound of your own laughter flooded from your speakers.

He’d really outdone himself this time. When he’d asked you a month ago what the number one place to go on your bucket list was, you immediately told him “Vienna”. You’d wanted to go ever since you were a little kid and you’d heard the BIlly Joel song of the same name coming from your dad’s record player. Little did you know that he’d take you there as a surprise for your fourth anniversary.

You giggled in glee as you looked out across the beautiful river that you’d always longed to see. You turned to see Younghyun pointing his camera at you, grinning as he observed your reaction. 

“Are you filming me?”

“How could I not?” He laughed as you playfully swatted at the camera, pulling the neck of your sweater over your face so he couldn’t film it. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t help it.”

You stilled and smiled as he reached one hand out to grab your own and drag it away from your face, the neck of your sweater falling back into place at your collarbone. He pressed your knuckles to his lips before turning the camera so the both of you were in the frame. You wrapped your arms around each other, his arm that was not holding the camera coming to rest across your shoulders. You reached one hand up to grab his hand that rested on your shoulder, while your other hand went to the back of his neck, your fingers lazily playing with the soft brown hair that you loved so much.

The two of you smiled at the camera for a moment, listening to the river lazily flowing as the sun set behind you and the crisp autumn air blew through your hair. Younghyun turned to look at you, his eyes scanning over your features, smiling lazily as you turned to meet his gaze. 

“What?”

“Nothin’. I just love you.”

You grinned as you bounced on your tippy toes to leave a quick gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “Really?”

He shifted his arm that rested across your shoulders downwards so it wrapped around your waist, his hand playing with a loose string at the bottom of your sweater. “Yeah…You know, I can’t imagine living without you.”

You blushed and buried your face into his shoulder, his hand tightening around your waist. “Younghyun, you can’t just say things like that.”

He grinned and pressed his lips to the top of your head, “It’s true, though. I’m gonna love you till the day I die.”

You pulled away briefly to look up at his face, which was smiling warmly down at you, his eyes filled with nothing but fondness as they met your own. You narrowed your eyes at him, looking up at the camera and back to him.

“...You’re not about to propose to me are you?”

He let out a laugh before bringing you in closer, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before burying his face into your hair. “No, not yet. It’s coming, though.”

You looked up at him again, the look of love on his face told you that he was telling the truth. “I’ll be waiting.”

You didn’t feel the tears that had been cascading down your cheeks until the video had ended. You hated him. You resented him. You never wanted to see him again. So why were you crying? Was it because you wasted six years of your life? Was it because you felt lied to? Why were you wasting your time crying over a man that didn’t love you? Over a relationship that was never meant to be? Why did it hurt so much?

You hated him. You hated him. You hated him.

But as your tears started falling harder and soft sobs escaped your mouth, you knew the truth. You didn’t hate him. You never hated him. You loved him. You knew deep in your heart, that you really did love him. You loved him so badly, it made you hate him all that much more. No matter how many times you tried to erase him from your memory, or how many times you tried to forget the love that he gave, or the time you spent with him, you knew you never could. Because you loved him. And deep down, you always would.

[dearly-somber]

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. non-idol!younghyun x female reader

-> genre. fluff, s2l (strangers-to-lovers), university!au, pining

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 886

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I’m you-o-o-o-ours

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 20:23

-> edited. Fri., Jul. 14th, 2023 @ 23:45

Light summer breeze. Petals falling down in the most satisfying way, pooling at your feet as you walk to the beat of your heart, holding the handle of your umbrella tight enough to whiten your knuckles.

The crickets were out now that the darkness had fallen, a slight drizzle of rain warming your blood. You were wearing an oversized sweater and some shorts that were hidden underneath the fabric you wore on your upper half, a pair of old sneakers to match.

You had decided to take a late night walk, eyes red and puffy from too much crying. You had been having some boy trouble and had been embarrassed in front of probably your whole university, so crying was the only way to make you feel less shitty, and no one could tell you otherwise. You had been walking for a few minutes and stopped by your favorite café near Han River, going to stand over the bridge running over the river after ordering yourself some coffee. You were sniffing the air with closed eyes when you suddenly opened them to what you had assumed was an angel, before you realized that he didn't have wings.

He was wearing a creamy beige turtle neck sweater and jeans with ankle high boots, his black hair falling very gently into his face and accentuating his jawline as he watched the water as if it was the most interesting thing on earth. He had a see-through umbrella over his shoulder, the fairy lights that were attached to it only making him look that much more angelic, if it were possible.

You continued shamelessly staring at the gorgeous stranger, eventually wandering over and standing next to him.

"Penny for your thoughts, stranger?" you asked in a light voice, a warm smile adorning your face.

The angel turned to look at you slowly, eyes jumping around questioningly, as if to ask "Who? Me?"

You immediately decide that this angel was cute and that you wanted to keep him, your smile getting wider. Just a few hours ago you had embarrassed yourself in front of everyone you knew while talking to a boy that you liked, yet here you were making it seem effortless.

"Do I know you?" He asked in the most honey like voice you had ever heard, the sound strangely addictive. Still smiling, you shook your head with a shrug.

"Not at all." You giggled childishly at the way his brow furrowed in confusion, at his mercy, completely helpless to his charms. "I just noticed the way you were staring at the water and you look like you're thinking very deeply about something," you explained, heart jumping into his hands when he laughed in disbelief, tilting his head at you with a smile.

"Is that so?"

You nodded, your cheeks starting to ache from smiling too much.

"Why don't I tell you over a cup of coffee, since we're at a café?" he asked cheekily, a grin pulling at his lips.

You nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling him over to the seating area. You turned to look at him with a grin of your own before saying, "Great idea! I've already ordered."

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After sitting down he introduced himself as Kang Younghyun, occasionally called Brian by his close friends, who was majoring in Business at your university with Music as his extra classes. You told him your name, telling him that you’re majoring in Writing, hoping to become an editor (since you weirdly enough enjoy editing), and that you were taking art and music as extra classes.

"So then, Younghyun, you sill haven't answered my first question," you said matter-of-factly, sipping at your latte with a raised brow.

"Oh, that? I thought that was you flirting?" he mused with a smirk, the teasing tone in his voice making you chortle.

"Oh no it was, but I'm genuinely curious," you said, chortling at the way he laughed disbelievingly.

"I was thinking about how I need to man up and ask this girl I like in my music class out." he said, shrugging as he sighed deeply.

"Oh, you like someone?" you asked dejectedly, playing with your coffee cup. Brian nodded, sighing again.

"Well then," you said, slamming your fist against the table and gaining not only Younghyun's attention but a few people around you's attention as well.

"I say, go for it! I doubt you have anything to lose," you encouraged him confidently. He raised a brow with a smirk, looking at you as if to say "excuse me what?"

You rolled your eyes before starting to explain.

"Listen, Brian—can I call you Brian?"

"Go ahead." He smiled.

"Right then, Brian, listen. You seriously have nothing to lose. Maybe a smudge of pride but that's nothing. I mean have you seen yourself? I'm sure every girl would be willing to throw themselves at you, hell, sign me up!" you rambled on, hands all over the place and not realizing the way Younghyun was looking at you.

"You really think so?" he asked softly, making you think of a puppy, your heart melting.

You nodded solemnly, smiling at him.

"Definitely."

With the most shit eating grin ever, he cleared his throat. "Okay, then. Y/N, I really like you and would like to take you to dinner."

“Oh, shit.”

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Love Alarm

02/11/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Yoon Dowoon e Kang Younghyun, Day6.

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[itstheoneshot]

December 17: Mittens - YoungK

“But oppa,” You complain, “I wanna touch you.”

Your partner loved to tease, and he knew how much you loved to touch him when he is this close to you. The cuffs he brought home had hand-coverings attached, basically leather mittens, rendering your hands useless, and leaving you at his mercy.

“You’ll get your turn,” He replies, “But I want you screaming first.”

All you can do is watch, as Younghyun’s fingertips trail down your bare stomach to your hips, and you try your hardest to keep your complaining to a minimum. You know that he will stay true to his words, and relinquish control once he is - and you are - satisfied.

“Please,” You beg, toes curling as you try to stay still, “Don’t tease me, come on.”

He smirks up at you, before leaning down to press soft kisses up the inside of your thighs, and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation for what is to come.

You.

You will be… many, many times.

———

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Hot Chocolate | kyh

KangYounghyun/YoungK/BrianKang Oneshot

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Language?? But it’s pretty PG.

When you walk into the coffee shop, you're immediately hit by the warmth. You notice the dimly lit lights, the empty tables, the soft indie music playing quietly over the speakers. You notice how it's the complete opposite of the bustling life outside in the cold November weather. You also notice the smell of hot chocolate brewing behind the back counter.

“Be with you in a second,” the barista behind the counter yells without looking up from his order. You stand at the register patiently, opting to pull out your phone to make the wait go by faster. After a few minutes you hear a “What can I get for you?” causing you to look up.

And when you do, you're floored.

Shit, he’s beautiful, you think. The most beautiful, fierce, feline eyes are staring at you expectantly. Don't just stand there, give him your order!

“Uhm, I'll get a small hot chocolate please,” you say, rather shakily. “Alrighty,” he replies while scanning the screen in front of him. While he rings in your order, you can't help but stare. From his carefully styled raven black hair to his perfectly pointy nose, he was perfection.

You almost don't hear him when he gives you your total, brought back down to earth when his sharp eyes meet yours. You stand there for a second before realizing he’s waiting on you to pay. You hurriedly look down and start digging into your wallet for your card. When you look up again, he's looking at you with a quizzical brow and an upturned smirk, almost knowingly. You give him your card while keeping your eyes down, not daring to make eye contact.

After swiping your card and giving it back, he turns to the various stacks of upside-down cups and gets started on your hot chocolate. While he's making your drink, you get lost in his features once again. God, how can one human be so gorgeous? Honestly, what normal person has hair that nice? Does he use mousse to get those waves? And that body? How can someone look so angelic and so sinful at-

“You don't have to wait at the counter,” you quickly avert your eyes from his ass and to his face to find him already looking at you. “I can just bring it to your seat,” he says with yet again another smirk.

Shit, he knows. Shitshitshitshit.

“Uh, I- Uh, I actually just wanted it to go,” you stumble out.

Saved by the bell, the machine in front of him dings and he brings his attention back to your drink. He pushes the button and starts filling your cup with the brown liquid and you're saved for a few seconds. For the first time since you walked through the cafe door, you're not focused on the gorgeous barista and instead focused on the delicious smell of hot cocoa. After finishing your drink, he puts a lid on your drink and turns to walk back to the register you’re standing opposite of.

“Here you go” he says with a tight-lipped smile as he holds your drink out to you. You grab it and hastily turn on your heels. “Have a good day” you squeak out, walking like hell for the door. You're just about to break free when you hear a “Wait!” over your shoulder, making you pause in your tracks.

You take a deep breath before slowly turning to see the cute barista leaning with an elbow against the back counter and- you guessed it- another smirk spread across his lips. His eyes are mischievous this time, and you anticipate that what he’s about to say is going to ruin you.

“On a scale of one to ten, where do you think my ass falls?”

Your head falls back with a slight chuckle and he stands up straight, walking around the counter towards you. “Cause honestly, I’ve always thought I had a strong seven, maybe an eight on occasion, but I don't know. I've always thought of myself as a Kim but maybe I'm just a Kendall.”

He’s only a few steps away when he stops, towering over you. The way he’s looking at you, with his small crescent eyes and blindingly bright smile, you could faint. You break free from his trance, turning towards the door and feigning annoyance by rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. Before turning the knob, you’re stopped once again when he says lowly, “My name’s Younghyun.”

This time when you turn, he’s only a few inches from you, smile much softer, but still there. You can hear your heart pounding, and you're pretty sure he can hear it too.

“Y/N,” you reply. He repeats your name and lets out a breath, still sporting that beautiful smile, still sporting that twinkle in his eye. You could get used to this, you think.

Your moment is broken by the door opening, a man outside the threshold silently begging for you to let him into the warm shop. Younghyun greets the man and quickly walks behind the counter while you're blurting apologies, both of you equally flustered. After apologizing a hundred times, you rush out of the shop and back into the cold.

You curse as you walk down the street to your apartment, trying to keep your winter coat as tight to your body as possible and taking sips of your drink every now and then. When you get to your building, you carefully use your free hand to pick your keys out of your purse and let yourself into your apartment. You plop straight down on the couch, studying the hot chocolate in your hand and thinking about the cute barista, Younghyun.

Younghyun.

You spin the cup in your hand round and round, thinking of the fairy lights wrapped around the menu board, they way they brought out the hues of brown in his eyes, the way his hair shined in them. You're snapped out of your reverie when you see writing peeking out from under your  fingers placed on the cup. You move your hand around to the back of the cup and bring it closer to your eyes. On the cardboard gripper wrapped around the cup reads:

495-5633

You immediately sit up straight. He was into you? You didn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself? Oh my god, stay calm. He's just a guy, right. Just a nice, funny, beautiful, guy. No pressure, right? Noooo pressure at all.

You pull your phone out of your coat pocket with shaky hands and unlock it, tapping the new message button. Your thumb hovers of the screen. It's not like you don't want to, that's quite the opposite. Is he pitying you? Has he changed his mind by now?

God, just do it already.

You finally type his number in and take a deep breath.

Great, now you just have to type a message. What do you say?

'Hi! This is Y/N, how are you?’

You think on it for a second before backspacing. Too basic. Ummm funny! Try funny.

‘if you were a coffee, you'd be a cutepaccino.’

You immediately backspace. Okay, what the hell was that? After going through a million different options, you eventually settle on something.

495-5633 [Sent 7:13PM]

9.

You stare at your phone for the next ten minutes before placing it on the couch cushion beside of you, deciding to forcibly put your mind on something else. You walk to your bedroom and start doing your night routine, trying to distract yourself. After changing into your pajamas and washing your face, you'd done nothing but watch TV, not daring to overthink the text. The minutes turn into hours and you start to lose hope. Maybe you should've just sent what you’d typed first. He’s probably changed his mind about you.  It's when you're staring out the window and drinking your nightly tea that you hear your phone buzz.

The nerves that had been long gone are coming back in an instant. You run to your phone, stargazing long forgotten. You pick your phone up, though it almost slips from your sweaty palms. Your phone is lit up with only one notification.

1 message from 495-5633.

You unlock your phone and stare at the text displayed.

495-5633 [Received 10:01PM]

Can I ask what that means??

You [Sent 10:03PM]

On a scale of 1 to 10, its a 9. i'd give it a 10, but i don't want to rub your ego any more than I already have.

Younghyun [Received 10:07]

Hahah I'll take it 😂

Sorry I took so long to reply, I just got off work 😭

You [Sent 10:12PM]

Ew. Ur an emoji person.

Its fine, i've only been a nervous wreck for the last 3 hours, nbd.

Younghyun  [Received 10:15PM]

Emojis are staying. Take it or leave it.

You [Sent 10:17PM]

Ugh, fine.

So, do you give your number to every girl that comes in your shop?

Younghyun  [Received 10:20PM]

Haha honestly, no. I know i probably sound like a douche but I just wanted to get to know you and I didn't really have the courage to ask for your number

You [Sent 10:25PM]

Oh, but you had the courage to call me out for looking at your ass earlier? A man of mysteries.

Younghyun  [Received 10:28PM]

Woooow. You know, you're pretty mouthy for someone who couldn't say three words to me without blushing a few hours ago.

And I had reason! You were staring me up and down like a piece of meat. I am a human being you know?

You [Sent 10:31PM]

A man with jokes too! Goodness, you're a Jack of all trades.

Younghyun  [Received 10:35PM]

…. So are you not gonna acknowledge the topic.at hand here or…?

You [Sent 10:37PM]

Absolutely not.

Younghyun  [Received 10:38PM]

Noted.

Care to acknowledge it over lunch then? Tomorrow at 1? The sandwich shop next to my shop is really good

You [Sent 10:42PM]

Lunch- yes. Talking about my embarrassments- no.

Younghyun  [Received 10:45PM]

Fair enough. I’ll take what I can get

Younghyun  [Sent 10:47PM]

LOL i'm gonna go to bed. See you tomorrow.

Brian [Received 10:50PM]

Sweet dreams.

You [Sent 10:53PM]

… Bring hot chocolate

You break your intense attention away from your phone and clutch your mug to your chest, mind going a hundred miles an hour. You set your mug down in the sink and head to your bed, ready to get under the sheets (although you probably won't sleep at all tonight).

The next day when you arrive at the sandwich shop, ten minutes early, Younghyun is in the corner, already seated. Your eyes find his, already looking at you. You're greeted by a hot chocolate and a gorgeous smile, and that smile doesn't leave for the rest of the date. You guys talk about books, movies, how he's a bassist in a band with his best friends, and how you're in love with the stars in the sky, though neither of you know you’ll also fall in love with the ones in his eyes. And when it's time to leave, he walks you to your apartment and leaves a sweet kiss on your lips. He does the same thing the next time you meet. And the next. And the next, until it becomes a regular routine. Until his kisses and hot chocolate become as normal as taking the bus every morning or looking at the sky before drifting away every night. And even after winter is long gone and summer brings it’s sunny skies and warm weather, his sweet kisses and hot chocolates are still a constant.

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Young K: One Door Away

Been wanting to write this one for awhile so I finally got it out of my brain~ we love mutual pining in this house Thanks for reading! 🍑😘💓💓💓

Younghyun x Fem Reader. Smut (office coworkers, mutual pining). 7.5k

[Part 2]

"Just the two of us?"

You and Younghyun sat side by side in your boss' office, news of an out-of-town conference reaching you. She'd just informed you that she'd like for you and Younghyun to go together to the conference and represent your company, and you were having mixed emotions. You and Younghyun got along so well. You were fantastic coworkers who got things done effectively and with ease. However, the hardest thing for you was trying to ignore the attraction you felt. Every day there was something he did or said to make you internally swoon. But you never had the guts to do anything about it, at least not yet. You were simultaneously anxious and excited by such an opportunity to get familiar with him falling into your lap.

"Yes, I think you two could handle it just fine. Why, don't you think so, Y/N?" Your boss furrowed her brow, concerned.

"No! I mean, yes! I-I do think so, I think it would be great--fine..." You stumbled over your words and caught a glimpse of Younghyun bringing his hand up to his lips, stifling a smile.

"Younghyun? How about you?"

"Oh yes, I think that would be just fine. Y/N and I are certainly capable of handling that." Younghyun smiled brightly, confidently.

"Then it's settled. I'll have Brennan make the arrangements."

After a few polite pleasantries, you and Younghyun left her office and stepped out into the hallway.

"You ever been to Chicago?" Younghyun asked as you walked.

"Oh, um, no I haven't," you answered, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you'd soon be in Chicago for two days alone with Younghyun.

"Hmm, nice city. I'll show you around," he said, then stepped into his office. "Have a good day, Y/N."

"Yeah, you too." You kept walking, as if in a daze, to your office just one door down from his.

You closed your office door behind you (something you rarely did), and plopped down in your chair, trying to comprehend the situation you were getting into. You automatically wondered what you would wear on the trip, in the way you would for a date. But, you reminded yourself, this was not a date. It was not even a vacation. And it was not a trip with Younghyun. It was business, and you needed to be professional. But, you couldn’t help the electricity that was running through your veins.

🚪

"We're coworkers, and it's just a business trip," you told your best friend, Hyerin, over the phone as you packed your things. You were telling her, but also trying to convince yourself.

"It's not just a business trip if you're hot for each other," she replied.

"We're not hot for each other!" You were glad she couldn't see how red your ears were getting when you said that.

"Well you're definitely hot for him, and I wouldn't doubt he feels the same with the things you've told me about him. A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed."

You became even more flustered at her words, but the alarm on your watch beeped, cutting your conversation short. "I have to go," you told her, zipping your suitcase closed.

"Okay, have fun and tell me all the dirty details when you get back!" Hyerin rushed before you could hang up.

"There's not going to be any, bye!" You pressed the end button and tossed your phone into your purse, then snatched it up, grabbed your keys, and headed out your front door.

Your friend's words rang in your head the whole trip to the airport, and you wondered if they would come true. You weren't completely sure if you wanted them to or not. You shook your head to try and sweep your mind clean as you retrieved your bags from the trunk of the cab. You thanked the driver and walked confidently through the sliding doors of the airport. You had decided to at least pretend to be confident and comfortable, and try your best to fake it till you made it.

Your plan worked; the whole time you were in the security line, the Starbucks line, walking through the crowds, you felt sure of yourself. Your heels clicking on the hard floor, the dull clattering of your suitcase behind you, the way you held your posture as you walked and sipped your coffee...you felt invincible and ready to take on this trip.

And then you heard his voice call your name and all of that came to a screeching halt. You turned and saw Younghyun with his black bag on his shoulder, smiling brightly at you, and suddenly you felt weak in the knees. You stumbled a bit in your heels from turning too quickly, grabbing the wall to stabilize yourself and cursing under your breath as you tried to hide the embarrassed redness that you were sure was now coloring your cheeks.

"Careful," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder when he reached you.

Oh fuck. That was the first time he'd touched you today and it was already sending your heart racing. This was gonna be a long trip.

You soon boarded the plane and ended up seated at a window with Younghyun right next to you. At least you could distract yourself with the view. Younghyun pulled out some papers to look over before the conference, but you always chose to not worry about work on flights. It was a time no one could expect work from you, so you took it. Younghyun on the other hand, wanted to be extra prepared. You waited for take off and watched as his fingers shuffled through the stack, not realizing you were staring until they stopped moving completely.

"Sure you don't want to review these?" Younghyun offered. As if that's what you were thinking of. You wished your thoughts were that pure.

"No, no, I've looked at them a hundred times," you answered with a wave of your hand, turning back to the window.

"A trip with just the two of you is bound to end in bed." Hyerin's words popped back into your head. You doubted she was right, but couldn't deny the part of you that hoped she was. You put in your earbuds and leaned against the window, doing your best to concentrate on the music until you landed, with some degree of success.

When you landed, you and Younghyun found your way out of the plane and airport and grabbed a taxi. He took the lead and you did your best to follow, finding yourself feeling a little like a lost puppy tagging along. But he went on far more business trips than you, and he'd also been to Chicago before and you hadn't, so you tried not to let it bother you. You enjoyed seeing the new city, all the towering buildings that surrounded you. You were used to being in cities like this, but each one was unique and had its own character, so it always interested you to visit a new one.

You turned back to the inside of the cab and saw Younghyun on his phone. "We're almost there," he informed you, typing away.

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"Alright, here are the keys to your adjoining rooms." The concierge placed one key card in front of you and one in front of Younghyun, and you furrowed your brow at those last two words.

"Adjoining?"

"Yes, there is a door connecting them, so you can simply unlock it from both sides if you wish to move between the two rooms," she replied helpfully.

Younghyun looked at you, seemingly just as confused. You hadn't booked these rooms and neither had he, they were just given to you by your company, by your boss' assistant. Maybe Brennan was trying to send you a message...

"I'm sorry, is that a problem?"

"I...I don't know..." Younghyun let his words trail off, looking to you to see how you felt.

"You can also keep them locked if you wish," she tacked on, trying to help.

"Yeah, it's...it's totally fine." You simply shrugged, taking the key card in front of you off the marble counter. Younghyun went along with it. If you were fine with it, so was he.

You both went up to your respective rooms and dropped your stuff, changing into more comfortable clothes before heading out into the city.

You checked your phone; Hyerin had texted you.

Hyerin: Did you land yet? How's the hotel? Did you kiss him yet? 👀

You rolled your eyes and looked over at the white door that separated your rooms. Somehow having that door there made him feel even closer to you than a wall would. You imagined yourself, a thousand times more confident, bursting through that door, grabbing Younghyun by the collar, and kissing him hard, the way you always wanted to. But you knew that would never happen.

You texted her back, answering her questions as simply as possible.

Me: Yes, fine, and no!

You locked your phone and forgot about any of those pressures your friend was putting on you.

Spending the day with Younghyun in this city that was all new to you was like a dream; you walked along Navy Pier together, visiting the shops and taking in the sights, talking with him so effortlessly. It wasn't a date, but it kind of felt like one, and you let yourself fall into that little illusion a bit. If dating Younghyun was anything like this, you were dying to date him even more now somehow.

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"Did you hear that Brennan and Sooin are dating?" You asked, fiddling with the straw in your drink. You and Younghyun had ended up back at the hotel bar for a quick drink before heading up to your rooms for the night. You'd already talked for awhile about the conference tomorrow and about all the sights you'd seen that day. You were getting exhausted after all the things you'd done since the early morning, but didn't want to leave his side.

Younghyun smirked at his glass and took a sip before answering your question. His expression made you pause, wondering if he knew something you didn't. "I...Yeah, I did hear that."

You practically snorted at that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"No, nothing. Just, his office is next to mine, and...our building has thin walls, that's all." He cleared his throat and caught your eye, and you shared a knowing smirk. Apparently things were more heated in your office than you knew.

"Oh," you laughed, taking another sip of your drink, already finishing it off and ready for another. You wanted to get a little tipsy; you were hoping it would take the edge off and keep you from having your nervous little walls up around him. If you wanted to get anywhere with Younghyun, you'd have to have more confidence, and alcohol was one way to get you there.

"Think it'll last?" You asked, prodding a bit, not because you actually cared about your coworkers love life (you couldn't give two shits if they were dating, or fucking, or whatever), but because you wanted to see how he reacted. What was his opinion on office romances?

Younghyun leaned forward, crossing his arms and resting his elbows on the table, the sleeves of his button-up now rolled up and hugging the crook of his arm. "Oh, I don't know. They're such different people...But, they certainly seem like they enjoy each other's company, so..." He raised his eyebrows and chuckled as he spun his glass a few times.

Well now you were curious. It sounded like this was a regular occurrence. "They really fuck while you're in the office?" You asked incredulously, lowering your voice a bit. Their offices were right by yours. You felt like you were living under a rock.

"Oh yeah, at like lunch and after meetings...You've never noticed?"

You shook your head no, and started on your second drink. Sounds like everyone in your office was getting laid but you. That made you start to wonder about Younghyun himself. He didn't talk about his personal life often. Maybe he had someone already. Maybe he was dating someone, maybe he was fucking someone on the regular. He could be sleeping with that cute new receptionist for all you knew. That thought made you take a rather large swig that burned your throat.

"You should slow down," Younghyun laughed, grabbing your now empty glass as you reached for your next one.

"I know my limit," you told him, spinning the straw between your fingers. "So are you dating someone?" Oh shit, did I just ask that? That had tumbled right out of your mouth without a thought. That liquid courage was starting to do its job already.

Younghyun laughed again, and took a drink before licking his lips. "No, no I'm not. I would have mentioned it if I was." Oh? You nodded calmly, secretly ecstatic at that fact. "Why, are you dating someone?" He asked playfully, throwing it back to you. You were aware of how childish you were being, bringing it up in the first place like that. You felt like a couple of kids asking each other who their crush was.

"Nope." You answered simply, so as not to say something that would embarrass yourself.

"I hear Dave's single," Younghyun teased, knowing you would not be interested in your rude, much older coworker.

"Gee, thanks." You felt a slight buzz kicking in, which was maybe why you felt more at ease with talking to him. "Well...I guess I'll know the right guy when he comes along." You subconsciously let out a little exasperated sigh and pursed your lips, watching the ice spin in your glass as you played with your straw. He placed his elbow on the small table and rested his head in his palm, watching you talk. Though you noticed his gaze, what you were a little too tipsy to notice was the endearment behind his eyes.

"I'm sure you will."

A pause hung in the air and you both looked down at your own glasses that were nearly empty. You knew this was your chance to bring up your feelings, the perfect opportunity, but even the alcohol coursing through your system wasn't enough to get you to do that at the moment. And when he downed the last of his drink and started to get up from his chair, you knew your chance was slipping away.

"Well, I think I'll head up to the room. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

You wanted to say something to get him to stay and talk with you some more, but your brain was too frazzled to think of anything and you knew it was getting late.

"I guess I should too."

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You laid in bed that night, trying so desperately to think of anything, anything else but Younghyun laying on the other side of the wall. But your mind always found a way to wander back to him. He was so close, just a door away. But you needed to sleep. You unlocked your phone and checked the time, sighing when you realized it was 2 am and you were no closer to falling asleep. Fine. If your brain wanted to think about him, you'd let it.

You thought back to how his fingers looked curled around his glass at the bar, the way he licked his lips after taking a sip of his drink, the way he smiled at you with those affectionate sparkles in his gorgeous eyes...man, you were losing it. You let yourself think about how nice it would feel to have his hands on you, feel his fingers tracing over your skin, then down between your thighs. You let your fingers do what you wanted his to, working them into your panties and sighing when they slid through your pussy, which at this point was more than wet with as long as you'd been thinking of Younghyun. You imagined his lips on your neck, forming dirty words you so desperately wanted to hear in his voice. His hot breath on your ear, his strong body pressed to yours...god, you wanted him. Groaning when you pushed two fingers into yourself, you got caught up in the imagery of his cock entering you. "Fuck...Younghyun..." you sighed dreamily and lost yourself in your fantasy, trying to focus on cumming so you could hopefully fall asleep. You pumped your fingers and used your other hand to rub at your clit, whimpering when you quickly pushed yourself to a contained but satisfying enough orgasm. You moaned once more as you rocked against your fingers through the aftershocks. You sighed heavily, laying back and feeling your eyes start to close tiredly. Good, it worked.

You laid in silence for a moment, concentrating on getting your breath back to normal. You jumped when your phone suddenly buzzed on your dresser. Who's messaging me now? You reached over and unlocked it, a subconscious gasp leaving you when you read the short message.

Younghyun: good night, y/n

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"Morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well?" Younghyun smiled brightly at you, looking as put together as usual, a well tailored suit and nicely styled hair all in place, his fingers working on completing the look as he finished putting on his watch. You stepped into the hall and let your hotel room door lock behind you. God, what do you say to that when you knew he had heard you the night before? At least, that's what you assumed from his message.

"Uh, yep, good. Just fine." Lie. You hadn't slept a wink. You spent the evening staring at his message, trying to decipher it. Was he turned on? Was he annoyed? He had heard you, right? Of course, that's why he was sending you that. Right? Why else would he have texted you that at 2 in the morning? You had said good night to him in person hours earlier.

"Good." Your eyes met his and you swore you noticed a playful glint in them, not to mention the little smile that pulled at one corner of his lips. You looked down to try and hide the blush that was certainly rising in your cheeks. "Let's go eat then get to this event. Do you have everything you need?" You glanced down at the papers in your arms, patted your pocket for your phone, then replied that you did, so you walked together to the elevator.

You really didn't feel like going to a conference and talking to a bunch of suits right now, but what choice did you have? Besides, part of you wanted work, if only as a distraction. So you ate a quick breakfast together, and pushed thoughts of the night before to the back of your mind, concentrating on work. You made sure to drink a couple cups of coffee before you left the breakfast table; you'd need it if you wanted to stay awake through the morning. Younghyun looked as collected as usual, chuckling at you as you grabbed a third cup of coffee while he waited for you by the door. "Ready now?" You nodded quickly as you took a sip, following him down the hallway.

You and he decided to split up and meet again at lunch, so you each could network with as many people as possible. That worked well, kept you focused on work, and you were proud of yourself and the articulation you were able to keep. You sat through some talks, made small talk with lots of people, and lunchtime rolled around soon enough. You found Younghyun and took the empty chair next to him with an exasperated sigh.

"Okay, I'm getting burned out with all this business talk," you whispered in his ear as you sat down, making him chuckle as he took a drink of water.

"I know what you mean, I'm sick of this fake-nice crap. I wanna get this suit off," he added, finger pulling at his tie. You wanted to get that suit off too...dammit. So much for work distracting you. "Almost done, just a few more hours." He patted your knee, just at the hemline of your skirt, and surprised you by keeping his hand there. A mild tension hung in the air and you glanced up at him. He smiled slightly, a playful spark in his gaze, and you gave a little smirk of your own, then he brought his hand back up to the table. The whole interaction took all of a few seconds, but you felt as though you had a whole silent conversation.

There were so many signs, so many clues, that told you Younghyun was into you. But you needed to hear it. You needed to really know. Besides, even if he was into you: how much? In what way? Did he just want to fuck you? Or was he interested in something more? Or maybe he just found you kind of attractive and that was all there really was to it. You couldn't say for sure at this point, and it was a delicate situation considering the fact that you worked together. You usually avoided workplace romances of any kind. And on top of that, he was the only one here with you. If he wasn't actually into you and you made a move, at the very least, it would make for an awkward rest of your trip.

But, you figured, these were bridges you would cross when you came to them. For now, you were still at this conference, and you needed to stay focused on work. You ate your salad with him, and your conversation was as comfortable as usual; he made you laugh, you felt at ease, and lunch was over much too soon.

You went back to listening to talks, small talk, networking, and other work things that kept you somewhat distracted, but in the back of your mind you couldn't stop thinking about when the conference would end and you'd get to spend time with Younghyun again.

When things started to wind down in the later afternoon, you felt your phone vibrating in your jacket pocket, so you shifted the papers in your hand and pulled it out to see Younghyun's name, calling you.

You giddily answered it, but composed yourself when you spoke.

"Hello?"

His sweet but warm voice met your ears with the most welcome words. "Ready to get out of here?"

"Yes please," you answered quickly, making him chuckle a bit.

"I'll meet you at the door we came in."

You gleefully made your way there, and felt a pang in your stomach when your gazes met. Younghyun looked so handsome still, even after all day at the conference. You were sure you didn't look nearly as good as you had in the morning. Your makeup was feeling heavy, your heels were hurting your feet, and you could feel your hair was certainly not in the tight, clean ponytail you'd started with. But he looked just the same.

"I'm gonna drop my stuff at my room," you told him as you both got into to the elevator, pulling your hair tie out from your slightly disheveled hair, shaking it loose so it didn't look as bad. You noticed the way he watched you do this, but what you were a little too distracted to notice was the way he moved his notebook in front of his crotch to hide the slight tent that was forming. You really had no idea how much your presence affected him; you were way too busy worrying about yourself and how he affected you.

When you got off the elevator and to your rooms, you patted your pockets and a sudden realization hit you: you'd forgotten your hotel key card on your bed. "Oh, damn it."

"What's wrong?" Younghyun asked, sounding worried and stepping a bit closer.

"Oh nothing, I just forgot my key in there," you replied, gesturing to the door. "I guess I'll go talk to the front desk."

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Your room's connected to mine, remember?" Younghyun held up his hotel key card that he had in hand and raised his eyebrows. "Just come in to my room, you'll be able to get in."

Oh NO this is too perfect.

"O-okay, yeah, of course, I don't know why I didn't think of that," you chuckled, trying not to sounds too nervous, as Younghyun turned to unlock the door. He held it open for you politely, and you let yourself in. He clicked on a lamp and you stood near the door to your room for a moment and fiddled with your fingers while he let the front door close. "Well I guess I'll uh...I'll head into my room."

"Would you like to stay for a drink?" He said quickly, making you breathe an internal sigh of relief. So he did want you to stay, he wasn't just being polite.

"Okay, sure!" You answered, perhaps a little too spritely, and took a step away from the door.

"Go ahead and help yourself," he told you as he set all of his things aside, paperwork, pens, business cards he'd acquired, and the like, finally now on the back burner of his mind for the rest of the day.

You were happy to do the same, setting your things down on the wooden desk and grabbing a glass. Alcohol certainly crossed your mind, but with the way your throat was nervously parched, you quickly poured yourself a glass of water from the water bottle you'd been carrying around and downed that.

Younghyun made you jump slightly when he laughed, right at your side. "Sure you don't want anything else?" He reached around you and grabbed a glass of his own, standing extremely close to you and making an anxious blush rush through your veins, prickling your skin. Luckily he couldn't see your goosebumps under your maroon blazer.

"No, this is good," you replied, your voice pathetically weak.

"Okay..." You could hear the smirk in his voice, but were too scared to look into his eyes, even though you could tell he was looking intently at you. He was so close, you could feel the warmth of his body, smell the sweetness of his cologne, and you were worried if you looked up at him you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from kissing him right then and there, at the very least. You were also extremely aware of the damp state your panties were in under your skirt, and that situation was only getting worse with each passing moment. "Can I tell you something?" He asked suddenly, moving from your side, but staying close.

"Um, yeah, sure."

Your heart raced harder when you realized he was moving behind you. His hands gripped the edge of the table on either side of you, locking you in, his chest pressed to your back. Holy shit. "Y/N, I know...that you know...that I heard you last night." You swallowed hard and your heart was absolutely pounding. Younghyun brought his mouth closer to your ear, a quiet murmur that drove you completely crazy. He didn't sound corny, like some guys trying to sound overly sensual. He sounded confident but also slightly frustrated, and you realized what you were hearing was a confession. "But what I don't know...is if you heard me." Your stomach dropped and you felt a needy pang in your core. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? "Normally I wouldn't be so forward, but I heard you say my name. Also, I don't think it's any secret that we're both very attracted to each other, and have been for some time. Since it's our last night here, I thought I'd take the chance." You felt like you were dreaming, and looked at your glass, blinking a few times, just making sure that you weren't. You cleared your throat and did your best to stay as composed as him. You did vaguely feel his heart beating against you though, and it was quite strong. He was right, and you were grateful. No more beating around the bush, flirting and wondering how he felt. You let yourself fall into what you both wanted, and leaned back into his chest, your hand curving over one of his that held the table.

"I want you so bad, Younghyun," you admitted, finally. He sighed heavily, sounding relieved, and moved his hands to quickly grab your hips, pressing his hips forward, surprising you by letting you feel his hard-on against your ass. He must have been trying to hide that from you, but you wished he hadn't. Either way, you could feel it now, and it turned you on immensely, somehow more than you already were. You felt both wound-up and relaxed, anxiously anticipatory yet at ease in his grip.

"I've been waiting to hear you say that," Younghyun groaned in your ear, before pushing your hair aside to kiss up your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into his frame, rocking your hips back into his, wanting to finally feel how hard he got because of you. It'd been way too long since you'd gotten laid, and the fact your dry spell was being broken by Kang Younghyun felt like a misty dream. God, it felt good to feel his hard cock pressed against you; you were squirming in his grip now, arching your back and pushing back into him to get as close to him as you could, your body still pleasantly trapped between him and the wooden table. Younghyun trailed his hands up your chest to your shoulders, where he pulled at the neckline of your blouse to attach his lips to your skin, leaving frantic, wet kisses there, so hot they made you melt. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it down to your skirt, and he readily followed your lead, abandoning your blouse to bring both hands to the hemline of your skirt. He was all over the place, not sure what to do next, as he wanted to be all over you at once. Your breathing was as heavy as his, and you didn't need to talk to get him to understand what you wanted. Younghyun's strong hands gripped your skirt and pulled it up out of the way, a lust-filled groan escaping him as he groped your ass. He pushed a hand between your legs to rub you over your panties, and it felt so fucking good, but you were desperate, and you'd waited so long for him already.

"Please just fuck me. We have all night to do anything else, but please, right now, just fuck me." You whimpered needily, your hips grinding down on his hand. Younghyun groaned again in your ear, then left a wet kiss behind it.

"God, you're so hot." You heard him sigh as his hands left your body, but he didn't go far; his belt jingled behind you as he got his hard cock out. This was not how you anticipated your first night with him going, but you were so happy it was happening at all, that you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He tossed his dark, leather wallet onto the table in front of you and you heard a crinkling that you guessed was a condom wrapper behind you. While he worked on putting that on, you shimmied your panties down your thighs and hiked up your skirt, then felt Younghyun pressing you back against the ledge of the desk. The wood dug into your thighs but it was worth it if he would keep his body close to yours.

You reached a hand over your head to pull his head closer to yours and craned your neck to meet your lips with his. You both sighed and took a moment to lose yourself in this kiss, the first real kiss you'd shared, and your mind was void of any thoughts but him. A part of you absentmindedly thought that even if this night hadn't gone any further than kissing, you could have been content with that, but you were quickly reminded of how badly you wanted to sleep with him when you felt his dick rubbing through your slit. "So wet..." he noted softly.

"From spending the day around you," you quipped with a smirk, turning your head to look back at him. He smiled back at you then leaned back a bit to watch his length start to sink into you. You hadn't gotten to see his dick so you didn't realize how thick he was before he started to push into you, and the stretch made you groan and grip his hand that was stretched around your middle.

"Oh my God..."

"Don't worry, I'll go slow," Younghyun said. That made you think that he must be quite aware of his size and used to his partners needing a bit to get used to accommodating him. He kept his promise, holding you close and moving slowly, back and forth, a little further in every time, until he was finally fully inside you. He stilled and you felt your pussy clench, this stretch being exactly what it, what you, needed. Younghyun was breathing heavily in your ear, and you knew your breaths were coming out similarly.

You turned your head and kissed him again, letting your tongue lap lightly at his lip this time, and he responded by pressing his tongue between your lips lithely. He pulled his hips back, dragging his cock nearly all the way out, then shoved back in, in a thrust that had you both groaning into each other's mouths. He just kept going, quickly fucking you at a steady pace, not spending much more time on foreplay, especially since you were both so worked up and you'd already practically begged him to fuck you first. You wanted to keep kissing him but it was uncomfortable to keep twisting around and you really didn't want him to stop fucking you, and god was it hot to have him taking you from behind like this. So you turned back around to face the wall, but his lips didn't leave your skin and stayed glued to your neck. You briefly imagined the table in front of you was his desk, at work. How hot it would be to fuck him in your office where you spent every day together, where your coworkers would continue to work, oblivious to any sexual escapades you may have gotten into.

"God you take it well," Younghyun groaned before leaning forward and pressing his hand to the desk for leverage. "I could fuck you all night, baby." Oh god, pet names! You were simply melting now.

"That's the goal."

Younghyun chuckled darkly and fucked into you particularly hard, making you stutter out a few curses. "Oh is it? Tell me, what else did you have in mind?" Younghyun pulled you back so you were flush against him and made the table clank against the wall with every hard thrust. Normally you'd be worried about the noise, but you knew there was no one on the other side of that wall because it lead to your room. You were in complete bliss, finally getting filled to the brim, having a warm body to fuck rather than your own fingers or toys, and having it be your biggest crush in the world wasn't half bad either.

Your mind flickered through the various fantasies, your go-to thoughts, the things you'd imagined doing with him, and the possibilities this particular situation offered. But no matter what you thought of, you couldn't think of a way to say it aloud, especially when you were so distracted otherwise. So instead you decided to show him. You placed a hand on his thigh to get him to pause, and he followed what you silently asked. You moved so he pulled out of you, then turned around and sunk to your knees, watching his expression change as you pushed his shirt up more and wrapped your hand around his thick cock. "Fuck..." he sighed as your hand jerked him so well, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. Your gaze came down to where your hand was and you finally got a good look at his dick. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't tried to picture what he looked like before, but you had to admit that reality was better than your imagination. Or maybe you were just so enormously turned on that it felt that way. Either way, your mouth watered at the sight and you couldn't resist wrapping your lips around it. You held the base and let it rest heavily on your tongue, just letting your lips suck on the tip like a sweet lollipop. Your head was spinning; you still couldn't believe you were doing this. You actually had Younghyun's dick in your mouth, and the thought alone was driving you wild. When you felt how warm and velvety soft his skin was under your touch, but also the way his veins throbbed and cock twitched and stiffened more, you couldn't hold back the muffled, whimpery moans you let out. "You are so amazing, Y/N" Younghyun praised, a hand on your chin to get you to look up at him. You gave him your best innocent puppy dog eyes while you cheeked his tip, and drank in his lust-filled expression, internally beaming at his praises. Your pussy was throbbing for more attention, but you did your best to ignore that for now. You knew you'd get your turn and you wanted to make him feel good. "Your mouth feels so good, baby," he sighed, thumb caressing your cheek that hollowed as you sucked over him.

"You're so hard..."

"Oh, fuck," Younghyun moaned when you let your tongue play around his sensitive tip. "Alright, come here," he said suddenly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. He smiled at you and kissed you, one hand gently holding your face and the other grabbing your ass. He made you feel so wanted, which was something you'd been craving for awhile.

You followed him to the bed and he pulled you in to straddle him as he sat on the edge, your black skirt again bunching at your waist. He brought his lips up to yours and kissed you feverishly, pushing your blazer off your shoulders and unbuttoning your shirt while you yanked at his tie to loosen it. You tasted the cool freshness of mint on his breath and easily fell into his soft, plush lips. The warmth of arms encircling you was something you hadn't felt in awhile and you hadn't realized just how much you'd missed it. Younghyun brought both his hands up to hold your face, one thumb gently stroking over your cheek, and the small action made your heart ache.

"Take this off," he said suddenly, pulling at the short zipper on the side of your skirt. You stood up and eagerly removed the garment, and he pushed at the waistband of your panties as well, leaving your entire lower half bare. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, whisking you in a way that made you giggle. "Here, c'mon..." He laid back and positioned you above him, a couple of beckoning fingers drawing you in, and you realized then that he wanted you to sit on his face. Fuuuck.

You were a bit unsure, but the way his hands stroked soothingly over your thighs helped immensely, and he soon brought his lips up to your pussy, making you relax into pleasure as he sucked on your clit. He hummed approvingly against you, then pulled your hips down further so he didn't have to strain his neck to reach you. Within seconds he had your legs quaking, his tongue flickering teasingly through your slit. You were incredibly wet by now, the almost embarrassingly slick mess that had been hidden under your skirt now dripping down your thighs and onto his chin. His tongue slid so easily through you and he eagerly lapped at it, then angled your hips so he could latch back onto your clit. "God, that's fucking good," you moaned, one hand coming down to push through his hair, the other steadying yourself against the mattress.

A thunderous groan rumbled through him, and your words emboldened him even more. He gripped your thighs and wriggled his tongue into you, your mind going back to the way it felt to be filled with his dick. Your climax started approaching, but you didn't want to reach it, not just yet. You knew how tired you would be if you hit it now and you wanted to keep this going for as long as possible. But at the same time, everything he was doing to you felt so amazing, you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. While your brain told you to move away, your body's impulses won out and you stayed put until you were falling over the edge. "Oh God, Younghyun, right there, please, fuck!" Your head rolled back and your orgasm rattled through your body, seeping into every part of you, and all you could do was call out his name. Barely able to hold yourself up on your legs of jelly that were shaking at either side of his head, Younghyun held you strongly above his face in his secure arms. One of his hands grabbed your ass and he groaned again, the sound sending aftershock shivers up your spine, and he laved his tongue through your sensitive pussy, ending at your clit, which felt like a live wire.

"God, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Younghyun chuckled breathlessly as you fell onto the bed next to him. You glanced over to see his chest heaving almost as much as yours.

"Really?" For some reason, even after all the lewd things you'd just done, that was the thing that made you blush. It felt indescribably liberating to realize that he liked you just as much as you liked him.

Younghyun turned his head to look at you and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve. "You sound surprised," he quipped with a smirk that made your heart do a little tap dance in your chest. You laid on your stomach and rested your head in your hands.

"Guess I just wasn't expecting you to feel that way...about me. It's kind of strange to think anyone could feel that way about me."

Younghyun turned to look you in the eye, a satisfied warmth in them. "Well, I definitely do. And I have for quite awhile."

Ugh, all of that made you want him all over again. You sat up and crawled across the bed and you leaned down to run your hands through his collar and kiss him, with a newfound passion and confidence. That confidence you'd tried so hard to fake at the airport now felt realized and you no longer needed to fake it, at least not around him.

There was one thing that came to you though, in this moment of clarity. "How did you know my side of the door would be unlocked?" You were thinking back to when you first got back to his room; you wouldn't have been able to get into your room through his unless the door was unlocked from your side too.

"Hm? Oh, that," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't. I just thought it would help get your butt in here." You both laughed at that, and you blushed, knowing he was right. "You've been way too shy this whole trip, I knew I needed some excuse to ask you to come in. Guess it's lucky you're forgetful."

"And what if I hadn't forgotten my key?" You asked with a smirk.

"Hmm I would have...probably sat in here for an hour trying to think of something to say to get you here. Or get me there," he added on, pointing toward your room. Damn, he really was interested in you. You knew it, but things like that really got it through your doubtful skull, and it was comforting somehow. It also made you feel so wanted, and that stirred something within you. Your hands pushed through the fabric of his shirt and you remembered he hadn't cum yet. That was something you were dying to see, and if you could be a reason Younghyun was receiving that kind of pleasure, you would be in undeniable bliss. So you leaned in to kiss him again, more passionately this time.

"You're wearing way too many clothes," you whispered against his lips with a smile, and he smiled in return.

"I think you're right."

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[etherealyoungk]

a rainy day with youngk

pancakes and hugs

the sun filtered through the curtains, lighting up the room. i was in bed, snuggled warmly in the blankets. i could tell by the dimly lit room that it was cloudy and gloomy outside. the air was chilly and cold. i stretched and turned over to see youngk, who was still sleeping. he looked so peaceful, his hair cutely messy. i snuggled in more and brushed a stray bunch of hair from his face. he moved a bit and his eyes fluttered open.

"good morning", i told softly.

"morning", he replied, his voice a bit raspy.

"what's the time?", he mumbled.

"almost ten", i replied.

i don't usually sleep this late into the morning, but since it was cold and the weekend, i gave in. and now come to think of it, i was feeling hungry.

"i'm hungry", i told pouting.

"and?", prompted lazily.

"someone's gotta get up and make pancakes", i continued. "it''s not going to be me so please bring me some nourishment", i finished, trying to do aeygo but failing. he chuckled.

His hand found mine and he weaved his fingers into mine. His hand was warm and soft.

"i could use some nourishment too", he told, placing a small kiss on my cheek. "i'll make you the best pancakes ever", he added and slowly got up.

"yay", i told and he smiled as we walked out of the room.

i rolled back under the covers and grabbed my phone from the side table, checking my messages and social media. the smell of coffee and pancakes wafted into the air and my stomach grumbled at the smells. i got up, deciding to go help him. it was still pretty cold and i was wearing a pretty worn-out full sleeve shirt, so i ransacked his wardrobe for a hoodie and put it on, instantly feeling warmer. somehow oversized hoodies are much comfier.

i walked downstairs and saw youngk pouring some batter onto the pan. i slowly crept up to him and hugged him from behind, wrapping my arms around him.

"i knew you wouldn't be able to resist my pancakes", he said and i nodded.

"they smelled too good!", i replied, hugging him tighter.

"is that my hoodie?", he asked, looking down at the too-long sleeves.

"yup, it's really soft and warm", i added.

"guess what it's made off?", he asked playfully.

"huh? what?", I asked, confused.

"boyfriend material", he replied and i rolled my eyes, nonetheless smiling at his words.

"really, come on", i said, whacking him playfully, before moving next to him and hooking my arm around his.

i took the stack of pancakes to the table along with some other stuff like honey, some fruit, and butter. youngk got the coffee and sat down too. the pancakes he made were really good and i devoured them happily.

"these are really good", i told while chewing.

"you bet they'd be the best ones you've eaten", he bragged.

"you're the best", i said, giving him a thumbs up, making him grin widely. today morning was fun and sweet.

[dearly-somber]

All Alone | k.yh | day6

-> pairing. badboy!younghyun x unpopular kid!reader (f)

-> genre. high school!au, angst, unrequited love, pining, happy ending

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1729

-> warnings. none

-> a/n. This was honestly kind of all over the place but it’s near to my heart

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Oct. 18th, 2020 @ 00:41

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022, 21:40

You sat with your headphones covering your ears, listening to music and scrolling through Instagram.

You massaged your temple while glaring at the girls hovering around Yoon Dowoon, one of the most popular guys in your class. You continued glaring at them, noticing how Younghyun, one of the other popular ('bad boy') guys in not only your class but your entire school, glared at those same girls.

Before you could get up to confront the Dowoon Fanclub, Younghyun beat you to it:

"Would you people shut up?" One of the girls raised her hand as if she were going to hit him. He shook his head in disbelief, scoffing as Dowoon pushed up from the chair and left the class, his Fanclub not far behind. You sighed, Sungjin and Wonpil who were sitting in front of you turning around in their chairs to look at you.

"What's up with you?" Wonpil asked you, propping his chin on his forearm. You look him over before you took off your headphones.

"What's it to you?" Sungjin laughed, Wonpil elbowing him playfully. You couldn't help but smile at them. They were kinda cute, what could you say?

When the two guys went quiet and you saw Sungjin staring at Eunhi, Jaehyung's childhood best friend. It clicked immediately.

He liked her.

The thought alone made your heart ache painfully. And don't get it wrong, it wasn't because you liked Sungjin. It was just because you knew what he was going through. Biting the inside of your cheek your gaze found its way to Younghyun. Younghyun, who was on his phone and had such a nice side profile and— you shook your head. Get out of your head.

"Is there something on my face?"

Your eyes widened as you heard the familiar voice of Kang Younghyun. You had to swallow nervously, feeling everyone's eyes trained on your face. You were known as the quiet-but-not-to-be-messed-with kid in the class. Most people steered clear of you since you were pretty intimidating with hard stares and looks of dislike. The only people anyone knew you talked to regularly was Wonpil and Sungjin, and on occasion class-clown Jaehyung.

"You just gonna ignore me, then?"

Younghyun turned his phone face-down on his desk. You kept quiet, still staring at him like a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar. From out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eunhi get up from her chair. She stood up in front of you, obscuring your figure from Younghyun's fox-like eyes.

"Cut it out, Younghyun." She warned him. You tried to say something but your voice just refused to work. You hated this situation. You knew that Eunhi liked Younghyun. And from what you had noticed recently, Younghyun liked her back. This was why your and Sungjin's situation was so relatable. You both could sympathize for each other.

"Isn't it obvious?" Your head snapped to the side, gaze landing on Dowoon.

"What is?" Younghyun asked him, standing up.

"Don't you dare, Yoon Dowoon." You warned, suddenly having regained your voice. Dowoon smirked, taking a daring step forward. He made eye contact with Younghyun, hands in his pocket.

"She—" before he even had a chance to utter the words, you tackled him down, your hand covering his mouth as you straddled him. You had a hand around his throat, having put it there subconsciously.

"Wow, Y/N. Shouldn't you get a room before showing off your bedroom antics?" Kim Seokjin, the pretty boy of the school said with a smirk. Going red in the face, you sprung up. Dowoon looked shocked, a pink hue tinting his ears as he stared at you open mouthed. You hadn't even realized how Younghyun was staring at you, Wonpil and Sungjin completely speechless.

"Do me next!" Jeon Jungkook called, snickering with his group of friends. Grabbing a book from Sungjin's table you chucked it at Jungkook and his friends. Jungkook ducked, looking at you wide eyed. You turned to Dowoon, pointing at him threateningly.

"Keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell your mom you’re sleeping around."

The class hollered at your comment, Dowoon going pink in the face.

You grabbed your things, rushing out of the room. You bit down on your lip, pushing past Younghyun gently and jogging out. If it wasn't already obvious, that was sure to sell you out. Sungjin glared at Dowoon, pushing past Eunhi and Younghyun to go after you. Younghyun looked over everyone in utter confusion. "What the hell just happened?" He asked as Eunhi turned to look after Sungjin. Did he suddenly like Y/N? Hadn't he confessed to her on the day when she helped Younghyun get away from his dick of a boss? Biting her lip, Eunhi went to sit back next to Jaehyung.

———

You were sitting in the park with Sungjin. It was just past 7pm, and the night breeze was soothing.

"He makes my heart ache..." You sniffled, leaning against his shoulder. Sungjin bit his lower lip. Once again, they were in the same situation.

"I'm so sick and tired of loving him when I know he doesn't love me back..." You cried. Sungjin felt so hopeless. He slowly shifted so that your face was pressed into his shoulder, his shirt slowly getting wet with tears.

Still crying into his shirt, you choked out what you were feeling, not at all aware of Younghyun who was hiding behind a tree in his work clothes:

"I'm alone..." You wailed, clutching at Sungjin's shirt as if it were your lifeline. Younghyun turned to look at you and his heart broke. Slowly. It broke agonizingly slow. "Only the cold night air is by my side." You continued, pressing yourself into Sungjin.

"You have me, Y/N. You have me..." Sungjin soothed, patting your back gently. You cried, your breathing ragged as you held onto Sungjin. Younghyun left soon after that, heading into the convenience store where he was working. When he got there he layed on the counter, phone in hand as he tried his best not to think about you and how you were crying now, and all because of him. He was so dense. How hadn't he realized how Y/N, one of the coldest people he had ever met was so much gentler towards him?—

"Younghyun!" He snapped out of his reverie, looking up to make eye contact with Eunhi.

"Eunhi, hey!" He said with a smile, though he was sure it didn't reach his eyes.

"When do you finish? I saw the park near here is empty. It would be great for some stargazing!"

"Wait, it's empty? Sungjin and Y/N weren't there?" Eunhi looked nervous as she nodded.

"Yeah. I went to say 'hi' but Y/N suddenly got up and left. And she took Sungjin with her before I could even say 'hello'. She looked upset..." Eunhi muttered, trailing off as she realized that Younghyun wasn't listening anymore.

"I don't think I can go tonight. Some other time, maybe?" He asked, distracted with whatever he was thinking about.

"Uh, yeah.. Sure."

When Younghyun left that night, he finally realized something... He screwed up big time.

———

You entered the classroom that morning, hand in hand with Sungjin and a tired smile on your face. When you sat down the class hollered, Wonpil looking at the two of you with a smile.

"What'd I miss?" He asked. You shook your head, letting go of Sungjin's hand reluctantly.

"I think I've finally gotten over him." You said quietly. Sungjin smiled at you and you smiled back. Deep down you knew you weren't over him. Sungjin knew that too. But you two could work through the pain together. You yelped as you were dragged out of the room by your wrist. You turned around to confront them but your voice died in your throat at the sight of Younghyun so up close and personal. Your heart was beating in the back of your throat. His hands were soft against your skin and—

"I need to talk to you." He said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. As he continued pulling you along, he was stopped when Sungjin grabbed his arm tightly.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said.

The tension was thick enough to suffocate you. Younghyun glared at Sungjin, quite a bit taller than him. He stepped closer. "Get your hands off of me." He snarled. You gently took Sungjin's hand from Younghyun's arm, looking at him.

"He's—" You cleared your throat, willing your voice to go higher than a whisper.

"We're just going to talk." You assured him gently. Younghyun felt the jealously welling in his chest with how gentle you were with Sungjin. Sungjin let him go slowly, glaring at him warningly. Younghyun stared at him as he took you away.

Standing outside, you leaned against the wall and watched him nervously. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stared you down, hands in his pockets.

"Is there something on my face?" You quoted him, a nervous smile on your face as he chuckled.

"Cute..." He muttered. Jaw dropping, you looked at him in complete shock.

"Did you just...?"

"Uh. Listen, Y/N. I uh.. saw you, last night. With Sungjin."

You went silent immediately. That means he...

"You saw me break down didn't you..." You looked down. He pitied you. You're never meeting him like this again.

"Pity. I have to go." You said, voice breaking near the end. Before you could though, Younghyun put his hands on either side of you, efficienctly confining you. Your heart was beating so quickly you were sure that you would faint soon.

"It's not that, Y/N. I just... I realized that instead of trying to avoid my feelings for you and leading Eunhi on—"

"You.. You what?" You asked completely blanking out.

"I like you, Y/N. I just couldn't find the confidence to tell you—" before he could finish you cupped his cheeks, effectively shutting him up.

With no afterthought, you brought him closer, standing on your toes and bringing your lips together. Younghyun was shocked for a moment, but his hand quickly moved to your waist, pulling you closer. After a moment or two more you pulled back and hugged him.

"Thank you for loving me back..." You whispered. Younghyun smiled, hugging you back tightly.

"Always."

[day6andetcetera]

Stray puppy

Kang Younghyun x g/n reader

Word count: 0.8k

Genre: Fluff

Warning: cringy babytalk, awkward conversations

Author note: finally done with this! The writing is probably bad since English isn't my 1st language but I hope it's cute. Also this is my first fanfic where I'm writing y/n as a 2nd person instead of 3rd person, so feedback about my writing would be appreciated.

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Younghyun thanked the barista for his iced Americano before paying and left the counter heading towards the door. He took a few sips as the cold breeze hit his face while walking to the JYP building. Winter was coming and he was embracing the change. Just as he was about to pass the alleyway in his route he heard a voice. Someone was baby-talking and cooing. He scrunched up his face hearing some of the things being said before smiling.

"Aww look at you, I knew you were hungry-wungry, sorry I came a bit late. That old lady at the cafe was extra cranky at me today for messing up the coffee orders earlier, but it's okay. As long as you have some food in your tummy it's alright."

He turned to inspect the alley and found you in the apron of the cafe he just visited, kneeling down on the ground next to a roughened up pup, happily wagging her tail while eating what seemed to be some leftovers from the cafe. Younghyun walked closer, his footsteps prompted you to look up, wide eyed at recognition. He knows you, you were the cute barista he had seen working at the cafe and you took his orders a couple of times.

“Oh, hi there” you said timidly as you rose to your feet, staring at Younghyun a bit stunned to see him there. The truth is, you have always had a crush on Younghyun from afar, and even took his orders to know his name. “Hello uhm Y/N” Younghyun greeted you awkwardly as he glanced at your name tag. "Yeah that's me" you replied, fidgeting with your hands not knowing what to do next. "Younghyun, right?" You asked to fill the awkward silence and he nodded with a smile as confirmation.

The puppy, noticing Younghyun, ran up to him wagging her tail, barking up at him and jumping around for attention. "Well hello there little guy" he cooed and kneeled down to the ground, placing his coffee cup next to him as he reached out to pet the pup. You were still standing as you were, looking at the pair a bit too fondly for having just met properly. Younghyun looked up at you, “Do you take care of him often?” he asked, tilting his head looking at you. “Well it’s a she, and yeah at least once a day after my shift at the cafe.” you stated as casually as you could as you kept fidgeting. Younghyun nodded thoughtfully and picked up the puppy in his hands, the pup seemed surprisingly clm with the situation. “Wouldn’t it be better to take her in as your own dog? I mean by the looks of it the pup is an orphan and the streets are pretty dangerous for her.” he asked while he looked at her, he got up on his feet and looked at you. Your shoulders slumped at that thought. Heck, even you knew that, but living in a rented studio with a shitty landlord, even imagining taking care of a pet on low wage was difficult. “As much as I’d like to do that though, my landlord is kind of a douche when it comes to pets, also I don’t think I can afford to keep one full time”.

Younghyun frowned at the thought of that, but suddenly came up with an idea. “What if I adopt her? That way she can be safe and get some proper care she needed” he spoke excitedly and that had you dumbfounded. It did make you happy that he would offer that, but also sad that you would not see the puppy again. Younghyun noticed your silence and added, “you can come over at my place to visit sometimes”. Now this really shocked you “What??” you spoke up with a higher pitch in your voice, to which Younghyun raised the puppy in between you two and said “The puppy, you can come over to visit the puppy”. The puppy barked as if in agreement. “Oh, that, yeah that sounds great” you said with an awkward chuckle. “Great, is it okay if we exchanged numbers for this? Only if you’re comfortable” he asked, shifting the puppy into his other hand to retrieve his phone. "Uh yeah sure I guess" you hesitated a bit but gave in considering this is the best excuse you will ever get to get his number.

"Well, I'll see you around Y/N" he said, raising the puppy like a toast and picking his cup up from the ground. "I'll see you too, Younghyun." you spoke as you lightly waved your hand as he left. Younghyun changed his route and headed towards the dorm to drop off the pup with his bandmates, and a smile grew on his face thinking about you.

[shibuinni3]

Kang Younghyun, O Vampiro.

15/10/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Kang Younghyun, Day6.

Link; ☁️

[kiri-ah]

Fly Me To The Moon k.yh

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A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this drabble for a while now, it’s been on my “to write” list for a hot second. I’m happy to finally get it into the world. For best experience please listen to Brian’s cover of Fly Me To The Moon here!

Maybe moving to this tiny town for college wasn’t so bad. Everything is situated around the campus, so you can get everything you need quickly. You share a dorm with two girls, but you don’t see them much. That’s fine. If they want to be out with their toys all the time and never study or come home, that’s on them. There’s one other reason why you like being alone. Him. He comes underneath your window every night and sings to you. He’s never even spoken, just shows up at 9 PM and sings. If you have all of your lights off and the window closed, he doesn’t make any noise at all. It’s very considerate of him, really. Sort of gentlemanly. 

Most nights he sings songs about love and pining and such. You don’t know most of them, actually, and more than once you’ve wondered if he writes them himself. Tonight comes a song that you recognize from your Grandpa’s playlist. Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. His voice comes, warm and smooth, and you feel yourself relax. When he gets to the trumpet solo, you hear the clear notes flat up through the air and you wonder with some shock if he can play trumpet too. It sounds slightly off though. After all this time, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stick your head out the second-story window and look down.

Below you stands a man with short brown hair, eyes closed as he moves his mouth, no trumpet in sight. You realize that he’s making the trumpet sounds with his voice. He looks utterly focused and at the same time utterly relaxed; happy. 

He sings the chorus one last time and holds the last notes for an eternity, it seems. When it finally fades into the air, his eyes open and he looks up at your window. He seems surprised when he sees you there. You suppose that makes sense, since you’ve never looked out at him before. You smile. 

“Y/N?” he calls up. “I’m Brian, I’m in your art history class. I sort of have a really big crush on you, and I was wondering if you would go on a date some time? Maybe?” He smiles, hopeful, and you grin back. 

“Sure, Brian from art history. Let’s go on a date some time. Here, let me give you my number.” You make a paper airplane and write your contact information on it, then toss it down to him. It miraculously flies right to him and he snatches it from the air.

“Great! I’ll text you!” He waves and walks to a car parked on the street. You watch him drive away as you hum to yourself. 

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars

@kunrengui​

[lunnanunna]

I’m the Best

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: [Requested] It’s Parker’s first stream, and Jae’s on it so it’s bound to get loud.

Warning: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars @mythicalamphitrite​ @poutypoutybin​ @sunflower-0180​

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from a taglist.

A/N: Was taken place before Jae decided to stop streaming. This was requested, which is why I wrote it. Parker, Sam, Lexi, and Bao are written by request, and seeing as I have time this week, send in any requests you have for them. 

Requests are open! Please like, leave a comment, or send an ask. Doing any of these things is one more reason for me to keep writing.

“Okay guys, I’d like to introduce the newest member of Day6 that will now be on Twitch,” Jae spoke into his mic, looking at the camera.

“Hiya,” Parker greeted as she turned her camera on. She waved and grinned at all the comments flooding in. Parker was honestly surprised to see so many people joining her first stream.

Ollie, Yoori, and Jae finally convinced Parker to open up her own Twitch account, and here she was, being introduced in one of Jae’s streams.

“It took so much convincing, but I got the child on here,” Jae nodded proudly.

“Ollie and Yoori were the ones who did more of the convincing. Jae just offered to buy me food,” Parker pointed out, smirking.

“It worked, though. Didn’t it?” Jae shrugged, looking into the camera.

“This is true, but you better actually follow through,” Parker glared at the screen. She then looked at her second screen where all the comments were coming in. Chuckling she read one of them out loud.

“Jae get her something delicious!”

“Alright, alright. What do you want?” Jae rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

“Can you order that vegan kimbap from that restaurant that Brian found?” Parker asked, reaching for her strawberry smoothie.

“Sure. I think I have it saved here,” Jae spoke as he looked through his phone. “Want anything else?”

Parker shrugged, but then answered out loud when she saw that he wasn’t looking. “Surprise me.”

“You’re actually pretty easy to please as long as it’s vegan, so I gotchu,” Jae snorted.

“Okay then while we wait for the food to get here, how about we start up a game?” Parker suggested, already pulling up Mario Kart. They had decided to start off with this game, then see where it’d take them.

“Sounds good,” Jae said as he put his phone back down, “The food should be by your place in about half an hour.”

“Perfect! Dowoonie will probably bring it in for me,” Parker smiled, setting up the code and sending it to Jae.

“Must be nice to have your very own servant,” Jae sighed, shaking his head.

“Hey! He’s my best friend, not my servant. He’s just a sweetheart!” Parker defended, wishing Jae was next to her so she could punch him in the arm.

“Sure,” Jae quriked a brow at her.

“Whatever,” Parker rolled her eyes, then muted herself as the game loaded. “Such an annoying human,” she spoke into the mic for her viewers to hear. The Aussie chuckled as they laughed with her.

“You better not be talking crap about me! I’ll know,” Jae warned Parker.

“I always talk crap about you,” Parker snarked once she was unmuted then stuck her tongue out.

“Real mature,” Jae rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Parker said, smugly.

The two silently went through their character lists and then chose what karts and modifications they wanted, then after a game of rock, paper, scissors, Parker got to choose which track.

“What’s the point of you picking, if you always end up picking at random?” Jae threw his head back in annoyance.

“It’s so I can get that exact reaction from you, my friend,” Parker cackled.

As the first race began, Jae and Parker focused on their tasks, but soon the oldest started talking again.

“So, Parker, what’s your streaming gonna look like? Schedule, games, etc.?” the guitarist asked.

“Well, seeing as we’re still prepping for some things, it might not be too often, but after all that is set, it’ll probably once a week? How’s that sound guys?” Parker directed the last question towards the viewers.

Taking a quick peek at their comments, Parker saw that they liked that idea. She smiled, holding a quick thumbs up then focusing back on the controllers

“As for games, I play anything and everything. So you guys can suggest. I’ll probably even make a roulette type thing with different games on them and let fate chose,” Parker nodded at her own idea.

“I seriously hate playing with you! Like why are you so good?!” Jae yelled as he fell off the track and had to wait to be placed back on it.

“Simple. I’m just the best. Always have been. Isn’t that right, guys?” Parker winked at the camera, resting her chin on her palm.

Jae snorted, then screamed when Parker launched a squid. “The ink!”

The maknae cackled as she advanced to the finish line. “Hell yeah!” she cheered, doing a little dance.

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m getting hyped now. I’m not letting you win. I’m not letting her win,” Jae repeated the last bit to his viewers.

“As if he could ever win,” Parker smirked at her own viewers.

A knock came from her door, and Dowoon popped his head in. “Soo, your food,” he said, scurrying in. He smiled quickly at the camera, and Parker snorted as his hood was completely covering his head, zipped and tied.

“Very nice, Oppa,” Parker smiled.

Dowoon saluted, then shouted, “Hey, Hyung!” then ran out.

“I didn’t even get to say hi,” Jae pouted.

“Oops,” Parker shrugged as she opened her food. She smiled at the kimbap and veggie rolls, along with another one of her favorite smoothies, this one being mango.

“Did I do good?” Jae asked, arms folded over his chest, smirking.

Parker, who was mid bite of her veggie roll, sent a thumbs up, cheeks filled to the brim. “Mm-ood-mf,” she tried answering.

Jae rolled his eyes. “Finish chewing,” he waved her off.

Parker nodded, but instead of talking after she was done chewing, she took another bite, this time of the kimbap.

Jae chuckled then after sending a sneer towards Parker, started the next round.

“Yah!” Parker protested, obviously not ready. She choked a bit on her food, and Jae just snickered. “You’re going down, Park Jaehyung!” Parker dropped her food to pick up her controllers again.

“Where’s the respect?” Jae asked, laughing.

“There’s never respect in Mario Kart, you made that abundantly clear,” Parker as she hollered, zipping past him.

“How?!”

Parker then started singing I’m The Best by 2NE1. She could definitely get used to streaming.

Parker’s Masterlist

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brontide

pairing: kang younghyun (young k/brian) x reader genre: angst word count: 668

Younghyun should’ve known something was wrong when you no longer greeted him when he came home to your shared apartment after a busy day. It started a few days ago. The first time it happened, he had gotten back around midnight. Younghyun told you not to wait up for him, but part of him still hoped that you did. For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel selfish when it comes to you. 

“Yn! I’m home.” Younghyun smiled, kicking off his shoes at the front door, eagerly waiting for your voice to call back to him or for you to jump from the sofa with drowsiness evident in your eyes. His smile fell when he was met with nothing but silence, lights off and darkness engulfing every crevice of the apartment. But he only sighed, thinking he would try again tomorrow. 

He never lost his habit of calling out to you the second he walks past the threshold, always waiting for your reply with an expectant smile; a reply that never came, and will possibly never come again. 

The final straw for you, however, came a few weeks ago. You were dressed up in your best outfit for a date that never showed. Embarrassing couldn’t even begin to describe the experience of waiting over three hours in the most expensive restaurant in the city, multiple waiters asking if you were going to order soon, the looks of pity the other customers gave you. They thought you couldn’t hear their harsh whispers—maybe they meant well, but you knew better than to believe that. You canceled every meeting you had for the day, much to the dismay of your boss, but it was fine. Especially if it meant that you would actually be there for him, maybe he’d be there for you too. You thought this day would be the exception, your anniversary, that you would finally show up for one another.  

You went home that day alone and emotionally exhausted, wanting to crash into your bed and finally relax, only to find your boyfriend asleep on the couch. 

“Please,” Younghyun pleaded that following morning, grabbing onto your wrist as you turned to exit the apartment, “don’t leave.”

You couldn’t break up with him, not when you saw the tears streaming down his face or felt the tightness of his grip. Reluctantly, you nodded. Both of you weathered tougher storms than this. You were going to forgive him, even if you had to force yourself to. 

But the cracks in your relationship revealed itself months before that night, when both of you began choosing everything else but the other person. You had a report to finish writing. He had a song to finish composing. Your best friend wanted to hang out this afternoon. He was going out with his bandmates. Maybe tomorrow, what about next weekend? Dates were pushed further and further back until neither of you bothered to follow up on it. But you loved each other, surely that must be enough? 

Younghyun entered your apartment drenched from the rain. The weather report from this morning warned him about heavy rain, but he didn’t bother bringing an umbrella—especially when the sun shined so brightly that afternoon. All he wanted now a warm shower and to have you in his arms. He found you in your bedroom, sleeping soundly on your side of the bed. A smile tugs at his mouth at the sight of you at peace, moving to lie down beside you. The rain had only fallen harder since his arrival, in the distance a crackling sound threatened to rattle your peaceful slumber and quick flashes of light momentarily lit up the room through the windows. Younghyun wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, but you subconsciously moved away—retreating to the edge of the bed. 

It was only then he knew a storm was coming, and he was unsure if it was the kind the both of you could get past. 

brontide (n.) — the low rumble of distant thunder

part of the lover’s dictionary