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[tommiib]

Taboo: Yeosang x Reader

Y/N thought Yeosang was the perfect escape from the chaos of her life—intense, captivating, and everything she wanted in a man—but as their connection deepens, so does the tension. Beneath his charming smiles and soft-spoken words, Yeosang harbors secrets that threaten to unravel everything Y/N has come to trust, and she finds herself questioning if he’s truly the love she’s been searching for or if he's slowly becoming her biggest enemy. As the lines blur between passion and betrayal, Y/N is torn between the desire to let him in completely and the growing fear that the man she’s falling for might not be who he seems at all. The question remains: Will he be her savior or the source of her downfall?

content warnings: swearing, party, alc, smoking, kissing, suggestive but nothing crazy.... yet

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This is my first time uploading to Tumblr so sorry if the layout is a bit weird! This is chapter one of a series ive been working on for a bit! I hope you enjoy

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“Please, Amira, we have to go to this party!” you groaned in frustration, your pleas falling on deaf ears as she remained too heartbroken to consider going out. “Don’t let that asshole get the best of you! Yoona and I will be there for moral support,” you urged, trying to reason with her.

You weren’t exactly a party person, but when you were in the mood, you knew how to have a good time. Tonight was no exception, despite the fact that your best friend/ roommate had been dumped by some guy she’d been seeing a week ago. She hadn’t left her room since. You never met him, but he must’ve been something special to leave your friend this devastated.

With her gorgeous looks and bubbly personality, Amira never had trouble finding or keeping a guy. She wore her heart on her sleeve, but she’d never been this torn up over anyone, let alone someone she’d only been seeing for three months. Skipping classes over it was unheard of.

“I’m just not feeling it, Y/N. Please, don’t stay back because of me. I know Wooyoung is dying to see you. I’ll be fine.”

Ah, Wooyoung—your other best friend, who you’ve known since childhood. You recently reconnected when he transferred to your university at the beginning of the school year, and since then, the two of you had been inseparable.

Before you could protest, your other roommate and close friend, Yoona, chimed in. “It’s fine, Y/N. You already told Woo you’d be there. I’ll stay here with Amira. Besides, I don’t think Yunho will be at the party anyway, so I’m okay with sitting this one out.”

Yoona, the peacemaker of the group, had the kindest heart you’ve ever witnessed. For nearly three years, you’ve watched her harbor a crush on your mutual friend, Yunho. It was obvious they both liked each other, yet neither had the courage to take the first step. The situation was painful to witness, as their mutual shyness kept them apart. 

“I can literally text Wooyoung right now and tell him I can’t make it. Then we can all watch movies and cry together over some birthday cake ice cream,” you sigh, trying one last time to convince them. You’re definitely the stubborn one in your friend group,  always speaking your mind. No wonder you’re majoring in criminal justice.

Suddenly, Amira perks up and stares directly at you. “You’re going. You’ve been looking forward to this party since Wooyoung invited you last week. There’s no way you’re backing out because of me. I’ll be fine here with Yoona. Trust me.” Her tone is serious. “Plus, you need to get laid. It’s making you grumpy,” she mumbles, and you gasp in mock outrage.

“Okay, it hasn’t been that  long,” you defend yourself.

This time, both Yoona and Amira give you a look like you’ve grown two heads.  

“Girl, it’s been, what… a year?” Amira remarks.

You throw your hands up in defense. “I’ve been busy focusing on myself, and all these guys on Hinge are ugly or just looking for a quick hookup. I’m not going through another two-minute disaster,” you groan, recalling last year’s hookup that lasted all of two minutes, literally. A total waste of a night.

And it’s not that you’re against hookups; you just have standards. Which, apparently, are unattainable with the current dating pool. You physically roll your eyes at the thought. All you want is someone who’s hot, clean, smells good, friendly, good in bed, and doesn’t have a sketchy reputation. Is that too much to ask for? It’s not. But yet, it seems impossible to find, especially since getting out of your “serious” freshman-year relationship with this dude named Miko. He was sweet at first, but quickly turned possessive and insecure, practically confining you to his dorm for all of freshman year and half of sophomore year. Since then, it’s just been casual hookups and situationships—you’re not looking to commit until you graduate next year.

“Uh huh, well, go focus on yourself and make sure you get some dick,” Amira says, getting out of bed and practically pushing you toward the door.

“OR PUSSY!” Yoona shouts from the other room, laughing as she watches Amira drag you out of your shared apartment.

You sigh and turn around, only to be met with Amira shoving your purse and phone into your chest. “And don’t even think about coming home tonight. I don’t care if you have to crash at Wooyoung’s.”

Resigned, you slip on your heels and grab your stuff from Amira. “And you people call me stubborn,” you grumble, earning the first laugh you’ve heard from Amira since the breakup. You can see Yoona cracking a smile and giving you a thumbs-up from across the room.

“Okay, fine! But if I come back without getting laid, please let me back in the house,” you pout.

Amira chuckles before saying, “Well, no!” and promptly shuts the door in your face. Rolling your eyes, you quickly book a Lyft to Wooyoung’s, where you’d pregame and head to the party together.

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“WOOYOUNG, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” you yell at your best friend, who’s lounging on his bed with a smug, knowing smile.

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea! Amira asked me to do you a little favor!” he defends himself.

“So, you invite me to this party and then tell San that I’ve been crushing on him? Which, by the way, IS NOT TRUE!” you huff in frustration.

“Well, you did have that little crush on him,” Wooyoung points out.

“DURING SYLLABUS WEEK OF FRESHMAN YEAR?” you exclaim, rolling your eyes as he laughs at your irritation.

“That guy has a reputation, a bad one. All he does is hook up and break hearts. Even if it’s just a quick fuck, I’m not that desperate,” you say, looking Wooyoung square in the eye.

“You’re right… I shouldn’t have stirred things up, ” he admits with a genuine apology, despite the shit eating grin on his face.

“Seriously, when did everyone start caring so much about my sex life?” you mutter, making Wooyoung laugh.

“When it started making you grumpy,” Wooyoung quips.

“I am not grumpy.”

“That’s what they all say—until they get laid. Then it’s all peace, love, sunshine, and rainbows,” Wooyoung teases, grinning.

“Yeah, maybe for you, Mr. ‘Can’t Keep It in His Pants.’ Your reputation is worse than San’s!” you retort, making Wooyoung clutch his chest in mock shock.

“Okay, that’s a bit extreme. San’s a whore. I just like to have fun! And at least I don’t string people along!” he defends himself.

“Yeah, yeah, but your body count is higher than our area code, which is a little concerning,” you tease, laughing as Wooyoung protests.

“It is not!” he insists.

“I’m just messing with you. But still, my point stands, I don’t need sex to be happy. If it happens, it happens. I’m not going to force it. So you and Amira can especially stop pushing it on me!” you huff.

“Ugh, I guess you’re right,” Wooyoung concedes, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just have fun, get drunk, and look sexy while doing it, okay?” he says with a smile. You roll your eyes but nod in agreement.

You do look hot tonight, as you check yourself out in the full-length mirror in Wooyoung’s apartment. You’re wearing a low-cut, halter-neck black top that accentuates your cleavage, paired with a tiny, flowy black skirt that barely covers your ass. Thin heels, medium-sized silver hoops, and a simple star necklace with your initials carved into it complete the look. Your makeup is bold, with smoky eyeliner and a glossy lip combo that stands out. 

You glance over at Wooyoung, who’s casually scrolling on his phone as he orders your Lyft. He looks just as good.  

Wooyoung has always been attractive, everyone knows that. Tonight, he’s rocking a natural look, his hair grown out to its natural black color, now shoulder-length. His new eyebrow jewelry stands out, having just healed, allowing him to shorten the bar. His lips are glossy and plump, and he’s wearing a black button-up with most of the buttons undone, paired with form-fitting blue jeans adorned with black crosses. He’s accessorized with silver earrings, a silver chain, and his usual array of bracelets and rings. It’s no wonder both guys and girls fall for him—if it’s not his looks, it’s his outgoing, infectious personality.

“Why are you staring at me?” he chuckles, catching you in the act.

“I just think we look hot as hell,” you reply nonchalantly, giving both yourself and Wooyoung a double-take in the mirror as he gets up and stands behind you.

“We do look good, don’t we?” he teases.

“Alright, don’t make it weird now,” you joke.

“Says the one who was eyeing me down like I was her last meal three seconds ago,” he quips. 

“I wasn’t eyeing you down,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “I was checking out your outfit—I can’t have you embarrassing me.”

“As if I could embarrass you. It’s always you doing the weird stuff, not me!” Wooyoung retorts.

“Says the guy who got way too drunk and stripped in the middle of Mingi’s birthday party, only to throw up in the flowerpot at our Airbnb—while in his underwear,” you fire back.

“Hey! We promised not to bring that up!” Wooyoung whines, and you burst out laughing.

“I’m just reminding you! I can’t let that ego of yours get any bigger than it already is.”

Wooyoung scoffs as he heads out of the bedroom. “Whatever. The Lyft is two minutes away, let’s head down.”

“Wow, that was fast.”

“It’s a Friday night in a college town; it’s impossible not to get a Lyft within minutes,” Wooyoung says, slipping on his shoes.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you agree, spraying some perfume before following him out of the apartment and down to the lobby.

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You enter the party with Wooyoung by your side, taking in the buzzing atmosphere. It’s not the biggest party you’ve been to, but it’s far from small—probably around 200 people packed into the frat house. The music is loud, and the lingering smell of sweat makes you wish for a drink already.

“Let’s dance!” Wooyoung exclaims, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the dance floor.

You follow his lead, eager to let loose. The crowd is already moving to the beat, and the energy in the room is electric. As you and Wooyoung find a spot near the center, where the bass hits hardest, Lil Wayne’s "Lollipop" blasts through the speakers.

Wooyoung immediately starts to groove, his body moving with a smoothness that makes you laugh. He’s always been a great dancer, and tonight is no exception. You join in, matching his rhythm, placing your hands on your knees and moving your hips against him. It's all fun and carefree, the perfect way to start the night.

“I missed this!” you shout over the music, throwing your hands in the air as you spin around.

“Me too!” Wooyoung shouts back, grinning from ear to ear.

Just as the song shifts to a more upbeat track, "Ayy Ladies," you spot Mingi making his way through the crowd, a familiar swagger in his step. He’s wearing a black tank top that clings to his toned chest and shoulders, accentuating his broad frame. A silver chain gleams around his neck, catching the light as he moves. His jean shorts sit low on his waist, exposing the band of his designer underwear—Calvin Klein, of course. And, in true Mingi fashion, he’s wearing sunglasses inside. It’s corny, but it’s part of his charm, his signature flair.

“Mingi! Get over here!” Wooyoung calls out, waving him over.

Mingi breaks into a wide smile and strides over, seamlessly joining the dance circle. He starts dancing with the two of you, his movements smooth and effortless. Despite the sunglasses, you can tell he’s having a blast.

“You look ridiculous,” you tease, gesturing to his sunglasses as you continue dancing.

“You know you love it,” Mingi shoots back with a playful grin. He turns to Wooyoung, “You look nice tonight, man!”

“I know!” Wooyoung laughs, giving Mingi a playful shove. “Where’ve you been? Haven’t seen you all week.”

“Just busy with some stuff, you know how it is,” Mingi replies, still moving to the beat. He then glances over at you, “Wow, Y/N, looking stunning as always.”

You feel a warmth spread through you at the compliment. “You’re not looking too bad yourself, Mingi,” you say, eyeing his outfit. “But the sunglasses? Really?”

He chuckles, adjusting them with a smirk. “It’s all about the aesthetic.”

The three of you dance together, catching up between laughs and compliments, the music fueling the good vibes. Mingi’s presence adds an extra spark to the fun, his easygoing nature and corny flair making the night even better.

You’re glad you came out tonight; the night is already off to a great start. You notice Mingi glance down at his phone as he receives a text, then lean over to whisper something into Wooyoung’s ear.

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” you shout to Wooyoung over the noise. “Want anything?”

“Nah, Mingi just told me they’re playing truth or dare downstairs. I’m gonna head there. Wanna come?” he replies.

You shake your head, remembering the last time you played truth or dare at a party. Let's just say it didn’t go well, and you’re not eager for a repeat.

“Suit yourself!” Wooyoung grins before heading off with Mingi.

You part ways with Wooyoung and make your way to the kitchen. Once there, you pour yourself a hefty serving of the mystery punch, the strong scent of alcohol hitting you immediately.

“Damn, did they add any juice to this, or is it straight liquor?” you mutter after taking a sip. It’s easily 90% alcohol, 5% ice, and 5% juice. This punch alone is going to mess you up.

“I don’t think they added any juice, to be honest,” says a deep voice behind you. You turn to see one of Wooyoung’s friends, what was his name again?

“I’m Yeosang, by the way. Sorry if I startled you,” he says, noticing your hesitation.

Yeosang! You remember now, the hottie who had to leave Mingi’s birthday party early! Family issues or something. You’ve only ever seen him in passing, and from what you’ve gathered, he doesn’t talk much. But he’s definitely close to Wooyoung, always hanging out with him, San, Mingi, and their other friend Jongho.

It piques your interest that you don’t really know much about him. With looks and a body like that, you’d assume he’d have a reputation as strong as Wooyoung’s or San’s, but no one ever really talks about Yeosang—not in that way, at least.

“My bad, I’m Y/N,” you say with a smile, letting out a little laugh. His strong eye contact and deep voice are making you a bit nervous. Not to mention, he’s wearing a white tank top that shows off his chest and abs beautifully, paired with a black jacket and loose-fitting blue jeans. His slicked-back blonde hair, with black roots peeking through, and the bright diamond studs in his ears complete the look. His hands are adorned with bracelets and rings, adding to his effortless cool.

“Oh, you’re Wooyoung’s friend!” He lights up, and you nod.

“Yeah, we met briefly at Mingi’s party, but you had to leave early,” you say as casually as possible.

“I remember that! It’s nice to see you again,” he smiles. “You look amazing tonight.”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you try to hide a smile by taking another sip of your drink. “So do you,” you respond, and he lets out a deep laugh. You don’t quite get what’s so funny, but you don’t mind—it’s a rich, deep laugh, and honestly, it’s hot as hell.

“Thank you,” he replies. “I assume you came here with Woo?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, but that jerk ditched me to play truth or dare in the basement,” you say, and Yeosang chuckles.

“The downside of being friends with someone who knows everyone—you get left behind a lot,” he smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Yep, I just don’t understand how he knows half the damn campus when he just transferred,” you say, already feeling a bit warm from the drink, taking another sip.

“I can’t understand it either. It seems overwhelming,” Yeosang chuckles, and you nod.

“Oh, definitely. Have you seen his phone? Over 4,000 unopened messages. It’s insane.”

“I’ve seen it. He really needs to clear that out,” Yeosang agrees, making you laugh.

A comfortable silence follows between you and Yeosang, silently sipping on your drink before Yeosang speaks up. “Wanna go dance?”

“I would love to,” you smile, grabbing Yeosang’s hand heading back onto the dance floor, keeping your drink in your hand. 

His hand is calloused but soft and welcoming. He leads you to the dance floor, where the two of you start moving to the song “Don’t Tell ‘Em” by Jeremih. Yeosang still hasn’t let go of your hand, holding it up in the air as your back presses against his chest, his free hand wrapping around your waist. You feel warm, and you’re not sure if it’s from the heat between you and Yeosang or the punch kicking in. 

“Oh, Yeosang, I’m impressed,” you tease, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. “I didn’t expect you to have this much rhythm.”

He chuckles before speaking up. “Why? Do I look like I can’t dance or something?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

You shake your head with a playful smile. “No, it’s just that most guys can’t keep up.”

“Yeah?” he says, sounding all smug, and you can’t help but roll your eyes jokingly as the two of you continue to move together. As the song ends, you’re still pressed against Yeosang, his hands resting politely on your waist while you take the opportunity to sip your punch. The next song, “Wild Thoughts,” starts playing, and you hear Yeosang hum the melody, his hips naturally finding the beat. You two quickly fall into rhythm, and he buries his head into your shoulder, his cheeks tinted a light pink, a sure sign he’s just as tipsy as you are.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” you whisper into his ear.

“Expect what?”

“You to be so smooth. I never see you with any girls at parties,” you say, which earns you another chuckle from him. And God, could you listen to him laugh all day.

“So you’ve had your eye on me?” he smirks, his voice teasing.

“Not necessarily,” you reply, trying to keep his ego in check. “You and your little friend group just tend to attract attention, that’s all.”

He chuckles again, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’m very different from my friends. You don’t know anything about me.”

Though his tone is playful, there’s a hint of teasing that sends a pulse of excitement through you. He suddenly turns you around so that you’re facing him.

“You’re so pretty. I want to look at you while we dance,” he says, and you try to hide your smile by turning your head away.

“I didn’t take you for such a flirt. Do you compliment every girl you dance with, or am I special?” The eye contact between you two is intense, even though you’ve just met. 

He smiles before replying, “I always try to be a gentleman and compliment people. But I don’t just dance with anyone. I’m a little scared of strangers y’know.” 

You laugh as you continue dancing with the handsome man in front of you until the alcohol and the heat make you feel a little too stuffy. Tapping Yeosang's shoulder, he leans down so you can whisper in his ear, "Gonna step outside, wanna come?" He nods, and you take his hand, leading him into the backyard.

Surprisingly, you find Wooyoung and Mingi along with their other friends Jongho and San, deeply engaged in an intense game of beer pong. Mingi is about to take his shot, with Jongho looming over him, clearly frustrated by Mingi’s poor performance so far.

"Mingi, if you miss this one, you're sleeping on the lawn tonight," Jongho threatens.

"Hey! I'm only missing because I'm already drunk. Wooyoung just got here; it's not fair," Mingi huffs, making Wooyoung laugh.

"Just admit you suck," San teases.

"Fuck you," Mingi mutters before throwing the ping pong ball—and missing the cup yet again. Judging by Jongho’s expression, this isn't the first time.

"Bro, I want a new partner!" Jongho complains.

"Nope, not happening," Wooyoung says mockingly.

Jongho rolls his eyes, finally noticing you and Yeosang walking down the steps toward the hammock set up in the yard. 

"OH SHIT, YEOSANG! COME HERE, I NEED YOU!" Jongho shouts.

"Yeosang? Where? I thought he was staying home with Yunho tonight," Wooyoung says, scanning the yard until he catches sight of you and Yeosang holding hands. His mouth drops slightly. "Y/N??"

"Oh, don't act so surprised—you left me alone," you say, rolling your eyes as you and Yeosang approach the beer pong table, still holding hands.

Wooyoung gives the two of you a once-over before returning his attention to the game. 

"Yeosang, please switch with Mingi. I'm begging you—I can't lose to these two idiots," Jongho pleads, but Wooyoung quickly protests.

"Sorry, no can do. It’s against the rules. Gotta just take your L," Wooyoung mocks, making Jongho lift his fist in a mock threat, causing Wooyoung to dart behind San for protection.

You and Yeosang laugh, watching the antics, until another voice speaks up.

"Wow, Y/N, you look hot as fuck," San comments, earning an eye roll from you.

"Thanks. You don’t look terrible either," you reply, deliberately avoiding giving him any indication of interest.

"My turn, my turn!" Wooyoung interrupts, bouncing the ping pong ball into Jongho and Mingi’s last cup. "HELL YEAH!" he shouts in victory, high-fiving San.

"Song Mingi, you are a dead man," Jongho mutters before downing the beer. "Rematch?" he pleads, but Wooyoung quickly declines.

"I gotta go back into the party, man, do my thing," Wooyoung says, shaking his hips dramatically, making everyone roll their eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not playing with you again, you’re scary," Mingi admits.

"Like I’d ever choose you to be my partner again," Jongho grumbles. "Fuck this, I need a drink," he says, leaving the table to head to the kitchen. You notice San’s attention has been diverted to another girl you don’t recognize, but frankly, you don’t care, as long as you aren’t his next target.

"Wanna head to the hammock?" Yeosang whispers in your ear, and you nod, following him over.

Over in the hammock, you and Yeosang talk for what feels like hours. Whether it's the alcohol or just the vibe between you two, you're having an amazing time. You didn’t come to this party expecting to meet anyone, but now you're glad you did. Despite his quiet nature, Yeosang is extremely funny, witty, and surprisingly good at holding a conversation. You can't help but wonder how in the world this man is still single.

“But yeah, after that, I swore off cooking forever. I still have the burn mark on my arm,” he laughs, finishing his story about how Wooyoung forced him to cook, nearly causing him to blow up his apartment.

“How do you even eat?” you laugh.

“My roommate, DoorDash, or ramen,” he says with a smile. He’s such a man, but it’s endearing.

“Maybe one day I’ll cook for you,” you say, watching his eyes light up.

“For real?” he asks, sounding genuinely excited.

“Maybe,” you tease. “I only cook for people I really like, so you’ve gotta prove yourself first.”

He pouts, his full, glossy lips forming an irresistible expression that you’ve been trying not to stare at all night. He definitely notices but doesn’t say anything, both of you are a little more than tipsy.

“What, you don’t like me?” he pouts, leaning in closer.

“I didn’t say that,” you reply, trying to keep the teasing tone.

“Oh, so you do like me?” he smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Have you always been a tease?” you ask, trying to match his energy.

“Only with people I really like,” he says, locking eyes with you. His big brown eyes are so captivating that you find it hard to look away. God, this man is absolutely gorgeous.

For the first time since you sat in the hammock, there’s a moment of silence. But it’s not awkward—just an intense, charged quiet as you both stare at each other. You’ve never felt this kind of connection with anyone before. There’s a magnetic pull between you, and all you want is to lean in and kiss him, just to get a taste . It seems like he feels the same way as he gently cups your face with his hand.

Yeosang’s hand is warm against your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over your skin. The world around you seems to blur, the sounds of the party fading into the background until it’s just the two of you in your own little bubble. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

“May I kiss you?” he asks softly.

You nod, unsure if you can trust your voice to give a verbal response. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

Slowly, Yeosang leans in, his lips barely brushing yours at first. The kiss is soft and tentative, as if he’s savoring the moment. His lips are warm and tender, moving gently against yours in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation, the sweetness of the kiss making your heart swell.

But there’s an undercurrent of something more, something electric that builds with every passing second. You can feel it in the way his hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingers as the kiss deepens. The soft, tentative start gives way to something more urgent, more passionate.

Yeosang’s other hand slides to your waist, his grip tightening as he pulls you even closer. The hammock sways slightly with the movement, but neither of you seems to notice or care. All that matters is the heat building between you, the way your bodies seem to melt into each other. The kiss turns hungrier, your lips parting to let him in. His tongue teases yours, and you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, feeling the butterflies in your stomach turn into a full-blown storm.

The world outside the hammock no longer exists; it’s just you and Yeosang, your lips moving in sync, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. His hands are everywhere, tracing the curve of your waist, your back, and your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your fingers find their way into his blonde hair, tugging lightly as you press closer, craving more of him.

Yeosang’s kisses grow more insistent, his lips moving with a mix of tenderness and raw desire that has your head spinning. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin as he moves his lips to your jaw, trailing soft, wet kisses down your neck, making you gasp. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you tilt your head back, giving him better access as his lips explore the sensitive skin of your throat.

He pauses for a moment, his lips hovering just above yours as if he’s giving you a chance to catch your breath. But you don’t want to stop. You tug him back down, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s more intense, more passionate than before. He responds eagerly, his hand sliding up your back as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a rhythm that leaves you breathless.

The hammock sways more now, the movement matching the feverish pace of your kisses. Your bodies press against each other, heat radiating between you as the kiss turns into a full-blown make-out session. The intensity of it all is overwhelming in the best way possible. You can feel his heartbeat matching yours, both of you lost in the moment, in each other.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, your foreheads resting together as you try to catch your breath. Yeosang’s eyes are dark with desire, and you can see the same heat reflected in your own. Neither of you says a word, but the connection between you is stronger than ever, leaving you both craving more. 

“Yeosang…” you manage to whisper, still breathless from the kiss.

Before you can finish your sentence, a loud, familiar, drunken voice interrupts, shattering the intimate bubble around you. Both of you quickly pull apart, startled by the sudden intrusion. 

You can’t help the feeling of possessiveness that washes over you. What just transpired between you and Yeosang felt amazing, something you wanted to explore further. You wanted him—just him—all to yourself. A deep instinct told you to keep this between the two of you.

A quick glance at Yeosang reveals he feels the same way. His expression mirrors yours, but before you can say anything, Wooyoung stumbles over, flopping down between you in the hammock and throwing an arm around each of you.

“I love you guys sooo much!” Wooyoung slurs, his voice thick with alcohol. You chuckle, realizing he’s way too drunk for any of the hookups you assumed he'd be chasing tonight, meaning you’d be stuck taking care of him.

“My god, Woo, how much did you have to drink?” you ask, laughing as he plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Way too much of that punch and a couple of body shots,” he mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Where the hell is San?” Yeosang mutters, and something about hearing him curse sends another wave of butterflies through you. Every little thing he does—from the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he talks to the way he gently pries Wooyoung’s hands off his neck—has you feeling warm all over. You can't tell if it's the alcohol or just Yeosang himself, but you've never been this worked up over a man before.

“He’s with some girl. They left like ten minutes ago,” Wooyoung grumbles before suddenly gagging.

Oh no.

“JUNG WOOYOUNG, YOU ARE NOT ABOUT TO THROW UP RIGHT NOW!” you exclaim, half-laughing with wide eyes. You glance over at Yeosang, who looks just as disappointed as you.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung groans, and before you can react, he’s hunched over, vomiting into the grass right in front of you and Yeosang.

“Well, that’s a turn of events,” Yeosang says dryly, shaking his head.

You wince but smile apologetically at Yeosang. “I think I should take him home.”

Yeosang nods, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly looking a bit shy. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

“He’s so annoying,” you say lightheartedly, gently wiping Wooyoung’s mouth with the bottom of his shirt. “Begs me to go to a party just to leave me and get too drunk to function.”

“That’s Wooyoung for you. But hey, at least I got to meet you.” Yeosang smiles, and you notice the tips of his ears turning red. You can feel your own face heating up at his words. You really didn’t expect to meet anyone tonight—just to chill, dance, and have fun—but Yeosang changed all of that, and you’re not mad about it in the slightest.

Not only is he incredibly handsome, but he’s also kind, respectful, and funny. You don’t want this night to end.

“Hey, totally okay to say no,” Yeosang starts, fiddling with his fingers, which you find adorable considering how bold he was just a few minutes ago. His shyness is endearing; everything about him is just so cute.

You look at him, nodding encouragingly for him to continue. Your eyes meet his beautiful brown ones again, and you unknowingly bite your lip, something he definitely notices. It seems to give him the confidence to finish his sentence.

“Do you mind if we exchange phone numbers?” he asks, his face turning a light shade of pink.

You can’t help but smile, despite Wooyoung still retching beside you. “Of course.” You hand Yeosang your phone, and he quickly puts his number in, texting himself to save it.

You want to say something more, but Wooyoung’s vomiting interrupts the moment.

“Fuck, I drank too much,” Wooyoung groans, coughing a bit. You pat his back, shaking your head.

“Took you this long to realize,” you tease, smiling down at your friend. As annoying as he can be, you love him.

Looking back up at Yeosang, you speak softly, “Thank you for tonight. I had a really fun time.”

“Me too,” he replies, smiling warmly at you as you stand Wooyoung up straight, using his shirt to wipe his face again. Yeosang makes a disgusted face but then looks back at you. “I hope to see you around, Y/n.”

You nod, feeling a little sad that the night is ending. “Bye, Yeosang.”

“Bye, Y/n,” he says softly.

You wave at him before guiding Wooyoung to the front of the house, trying to avoid as many eyes as possible. Despite everything, Wooyoung still has a reputation to uphold. You quickly order a Lyft, paying extra for priority pickup, and set the destination for Wooyoung’s apartment.

On the way there, Wooyoung falls asleep on your lap, groaning and huffing in his sleep. You push some of his hair out of his face, admiring his peaceful expression.

“Fucking idiot,” you mutter affectionately, laughing softly. Checking your phone, you see the message Yeosang left you. It brings a smile to your face, knowing that this night was just the beginning.

"Next time, less interruptions, deal?"