yunholic-jongholic

[yunholic-jongholic]

Me and @mingisleftnipple drawing on discord call and not writing stories. (We drew Jjongbear, Sandeoki and Tyudeongi)

[yunholic-jongholic]

Y'all, I lied, the next series is a Yunho x Reader x Jongho story. It's not just Jongho x Reader. >:) (I changed it last minute LMAOOOO)

[yunholic-jongholic]

Love In a Divorce [Part 6] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | Explicit Content, NSFW, SMUT, PDA (some), Cursing, Fingering, Orgasms, Marking, Unprotected Sex (Don't do it), Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink, Pregnancy-Mentioning, (Might edit, because I might have missed some)...

WORD COUNT | 3k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is the last part, I have another Jongho story on the way, it's a bit darker and angsty than this one is. But I am glad you enjoyed my first series (based on a dang meme my group chat found on twitter) lmao. I hope you enjoy this last chapter. :)

TAG LIST | @blackandgreenandblue @mingisleftnipple @kyunlov

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A couple of years had passed since you sold your house and moved in with Jongho. The two of you had built a life together—one filled with laughter, love, and late nights spent tangled up in each other’s arms.

But lately, something felt... off. Jongho had been acting more nervous and stressed than usual, his shoulders tense and his smile a little too forced. You watched him pace around the living room, his phone constantly in his hand, his mind clearly somewhere else.

You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, convincing yourself it was just work getting to him. After all, his job could be demanding, and long cases always took a toll on him. But as the days went on, his anxiety seemed to grow, and you couldn’t help but worry.

That evening, as he sat next to you on the couch, you reached over and gently placed your hand on his arm. “Jongho... are you okay? You’ve been acting... different lately. Is work stressing you out?” you asked softly, your eyes searching his for answers.

He looked at you, his face softening as he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Yeah... it’s just... work’s been a lot,” he mumbled, giving you a small, reassuring smile. But the way his hand trembled slightly in yours told you there was more to the story than he was letting on.

Worried about Jongho, you picked up your phone and dialed Yeosang, hoping his friends could help get him out of the house and take his mind off whatever was bothering him. But before you could even finish the conversation, Jongho appeared in the doorway, his expression soft yet unusually tense.

“Hey... I was thinking,” he began, his voice hesitant, “Would you want to go on a little getaway tonight? Just us... somewhere in the city. We could get a nice hotel and go out for dinner... something special.”

Your eyes widened in surprise; the phone still pressed to your ear as you processed his words. You quickly wrapped up your call with Yeosang, your heart fluttering at the idea of a spontaneous escape with him. It wasn’t like Jongho to plan something like this on a whim, but you couldn’t deny how excited it made you feel.

“That sounds perfect,” you replied, a warm smile spreading across your face. “I’d love to.”

Jongho’s shoulders visibly relaxed, his eyes softening as relief washed over him. He gave you a shy, almost nervous smile before pulling you into a hug, his arms holding you just a little tighter than usual. You felt his heartbeat against yours, rapid and unsteady, and the unease you’d been feeling these past few days crept back in.

But as he pulled back and looked at you with that familiar adoration in his eyes, you decided to push your worries aside. Whatever was bothering him, you were sure he’d tell you when he was ready. For now, you just wanted to enjoy this unexpected adventure together.

The drive to the hotel was quiet—almost too quiet. You glanced over at Jongho, noticing the way his hands gripped the steering wheel just a little too tightly, his jaw clenched as he focused on the road. He was lost in his thoughts, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a quiet tension you couldn’t quite decipher.

You wanted to ask him if he was okay, to reach out and ease whatever was weighing on him, but you held back, not wanting to push him. Instead, you tried to convince yourself that it was just work stress getting to him.

When you finally arrived at the hotel, Jongho helped you with your bags, his smile warm but his eyes distant. He checked you both in quickly, his voice soft as he spoke to the receptionist. Even then, you could sense his nervousness, his shoulders tight as if he were bracing himself for something.

Once you entered the room, you took in the beautiful view of the city lights sprawling out before you. The room was luxurious, more extravagant than you’d expected, with a plush king-sized bed and a window that stretched from floor to ceiling.

Jongho set your bags down and let out a deep breath, his shoulders dropping as if a weight had been lifted. But his eyes remained distant, his gaze fixed on the city lights.

You stood beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Jongho’s hand slid into yours, his fingers curling around yours gently, his grip warm and comforting.

He glanced down at you, his eyes softening as a small smile played on his lips. “So... are you ready for dinner?” he asked, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than usual, as if memorizing every detail.

You looked up at him, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite read anticipation, maybe even a touch of nervousness. But his smile was genuine, his thumb brushing softly over the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you replied, your voice warm and light. “Lead the way.”

He squeezed your hand gently, his shoulders relaxing as he pulled you closer. “Good. I’ve got something special planned tonight.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in his voice, your heart fluttering with curiosity. Whatever was on his mind, you knew tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Dinner was perfect—almost too perfect. The restaurant was beautifully decorated, with soft lighting and gentle music playing in the background. Jongho had chosen a cozy corner table, away from the noise, giving you both a sense of intimacy as you enjoyed your meal.

But as the night went on, you couldn’t help but notice his growing nervousness. His smile was just a little too forced, his laughter a little too quick, and his eyes kept darting away every time you tried to meet his gaze.

“Jongho... are you sure everything’s okay?” you asked, your voice soft with concern as you reached across the table, your fingers brushing against his. “Do you need anything?”

He blinked, his eyes widening for a moment before he quickly shook his head. “No... no, I’m fine,” he replied, his voice a little too quick, a little too high. He forced a smile, squeezing your hand. “I just... want tonight to be perfect for you.”

Your heart softened, and you returned his smile, letting his hand linger in yours. “It already is,” you reassured him, hoping to ease his nerves. But even as he relaxed slightly, you could see the tension still lingering in his shoulders, his fingers tapping restlessly against the table.

You didn’t push him any further, deciding to let him share whatever was bothering him when he was ready. But as the night went on, you couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation, wondering just what was on his mind.

You both were out walking, the cool evening breeze wrapping around you as you gazed at the dazzling city lights. The view was breathtaking, but nothing compared to the warmth you felt just being beside Jongho. His presence made everything more beautiful.

Lost in thought, you turned to say something to him—only to find him gone. Your heart skipped a beat, panic surging through you as you looked around frantically. But then you spotted him, just a few steps behind you, down on one knee.

Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching in your throat as you realized what was happening. Jongho looked up at you, his eyes glistening with emotion, his face a mixture of love and nervousness.

“Y/N...” he began softly, his voice wavering just a little. “I want you to know how much I love you. Every day, every moment... I fall for you even more. I want to be by your side forever. To take care of you, to love you, to make you smile... always.”

He opened a small velvet box, revealing a sparkling ring that caught the city lights perfectly, reflecting a thousand tiny stars. “Will you marry me?”

Your heart raced, tears welling up as his words sank in. You couldn’t speak, your voice caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob, so you did the only thing you could—you nodded, your head bobbing up and down frantically. “Yes... Yes! Of course, yes!”

Relief flooded his face, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a breath he’d clearly been holding. He slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands shaking just slightly as he stood up.

Before he could even fully straighten, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a fierce, tearful kiss. His arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close as he kissed you back, pouring every ounce of love and relief into that one perfect moment.

The city lights sparkled behind you, but nothing shined brighter than the joy in his eyes—or the ring on your finger.

“Is this what’s really been stressing you out? Trying to find a way to propose to me?” you teased between kisses, your voice light and playful as you pulled back just enough to see his face.

Jongho’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, his eyes darting away as he let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah... maybe,” he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was just... I was worried you’d say no. I know you went through so much before, and... I was scared you wouldn’t want to go through another marriage.”

Your heart melted at his honesty, your fingers tightening around his as you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Jongho... I could never say no to you,” you whispered, your voice tender and full of affection. “You’ve been so wonderful to me... more than I ever thought I deserved.”

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You felt his lips linger there, his breath warm against your hair. Then, he pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“So... you’d never say no to me?” he hummed, his voice low and teasing.

You looked up at him, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Of course not... why—”

Before you could finish your sentence, his gaze flicked back to the hotel, his smile growing sly. Then, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Then how about we head back to the room... and celebrate our engagement properly?”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks as his meaning became clear. You felt his fingers tighten around your waist, his body pressing just a little closer as his breath tickled your neck.

Your heart skipped a beat, and a playful smile curved at your lips. “I’d never say no to that,” you whispered back, your voice laced with anticipation. Jongho had a smirk curl on his lips as he leaded you back to the hotel room.

You both didn't waste any time. Jongho lifted you up and threw you on the bed, now hovering over you. You snaked your arms around his neck and caressed his face softly feeling how warm his cheeks are.

"My soon-to-be husband looks to handsome tonight..." you whisper. He stares into your eyes and grabs your hand from his face. bringing it down. You notice his eyes are now dark with lust and need. Jongho smashes his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you before sliding his tongue in which causes a shock wave to send shivers down your spine.

You moan at the feeling as both of you make out. Jongho is first to pull away and he breaths out heavily staring into your eyes. He starts to unbutton his shirt, and you pull your clothes off. You help him unzip his pants and pulling off his clothes.

Jongho gets on the bed with you and looks at you before speaking. "I want to try to please you this way..." he hums as you feel two fingers brush against your folds. You felt one finger enter in between your folds causing you to moan softly. He watches your reaction and smirks.

"So wet and so soft..." he whispers teasing you. You huff out at his response and continue moaning as he starts moving inside you.

"Oh my god..." you moan softly grabbing his arm looking into his eyes completely helplessly. You soon felt another finger enter you causing you to throw your head back moaning his name. He smirks enjoying your reactions, soon pressing his thumb against your clit rubbing circles.

"Jongho please!" You cry out feeling your entire body melt on the bed and feeling a bubble forming in your lower stomach. His other hand grabs onto your wrists pinning them over your head.

"Fuck!" You curse feeling extreme pleasure as he starts fucking you harder with two fingers deep in your soaked cunt. It wasn't long until you were thrown over the edge and moaned loudly squirting on his fingers. Jongho was satisfied how he treated you. Your legs were shaking, out of breath panting hard and whimpered as he pulled his two fingers out which was covered in your slick.

"So hot..." he whispers now ready to do the real thing with you. You can't believe he made you lose your mind with just 2 fingers. Jongho lifted your legs over his waist and slowly pressed the tip against your folds, ready to go in and destroy you.

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You felt Jongho's cock slide inside you very easily since you were already extremely wet. Jongho didn't waste any time, already thrusting in and out of you causing you to moan in pure bliss. You don't know why this time felt different, but it most likely had to do with Jongho now being your fiancé.

Jongho gripped your palm pinning it on the bed interlocking your fingers together. You moaned feeling his shaft sliding in and out of you.

"I love you so much!" You moan out feeling his palm pressing your palm down harder. Your other hand rests on his chest digging your nails into him.

"Fuck." He cursed, fucking you deeply into the mattress. You felt your stomach tighten inside feeling extreme pleasure. Jongho went down and kissed your lips roughly almost biting on your lips hungrily. You moaned deep into the kiss arching your back feeling him hit your sensitive spot. One your pulled away from the kiss and cried out as he was now slamming into your sensitive spot. You felt you were going to have another orgasm coming up soon.

"Holy fuck Jongho!" You cursed breathing hot and heavy. You saw him smirk at you before going back to sloppily make out with you. You couldn't take it anymore and started squirming underneath him until he pinned your waist down aggressively. You were sure there would be bruises tomorrow. you felt his lips travel down your chin to your neck nibbling and sucking on the skin.

"I can't take it... anymore!" you whimpered feeling tears form in your eyes feeling extremely over stimulated. Jongho whispers in your ear groaning as he kept pounding into you.

"Fuck... I want to impregnate you..." He groans, his thrusts getting sloppier. You both were moaning and sweating like crazy. You have never heard Jongho say that which immediately tipped you over the edge as you squirted again this time on his cock.

"Fuck!" You curse legs trembling again until you now felt Jongho soon coming inside you. You felt hot liquid fill you up and his thrusts start slowing down. You were breathing extremely heavily, chest puffing out and you felt the mattress below you completely soaked.

"Holy shit..." Jongho cursed realizing how crazy this sex session was. He pulled out and pulled you onto his lap to hold you.

"Did you really mean it by you wanted to impregnant me...?" You asked genuinely curious. His face turned deep red, and he looked away for a second.

"I can stop taking my birth control..." You whisper causing his face to heat up.

"I didn't mean to say that I am so sorry..." He apologized, he commented how he was too in the moment with you and was only thinking with his cock.

"If you want, we can wait for a while and try again to get me pregnant." you tease causing Jongho to try to shut the conversation down, but you laugh at his reaction.

"I'm serious though, maybe when we are married in the future... I don't mind starting a family with you... I want to be with you forever." You mention resting your head on his chest as you were slowly falling asleep. Jongho was silent but held you towards him.

“I would also love to start a family with you, Y/N,” Jongho whispered, his voice tender as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. His arms wrapped around you securely, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your shoulder as you snuggled closer to him.

You rested your hand on his, absentmindedly rubbing your ring finger against his, feeling the cool metal of the engagement ring that now symbolized forever. You couldn’t help but smile as you admired the rings on both of your fingers, their sparkle reflecting the promise of a lifetime together.

Looking up at him, your eyes softened, love overflowing as you whispered, “I still can’t believe I’m going to marry my divorce attorney.” You teased, a playful grin on your lips.

Jongho chuckled, his eyes crinkling as his smile widened. “I guess I was always meant to be by your side... in every way possible.” His voice was warm, his fingers brushing through your hair as he leaned down to capture your lips in one last sweet, lingering kiss.

You hummed contently, the warmth of his touch and the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear lulling you to sleep. You curled up against his chest, his arms tightening around you protectively as you drifted off, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

As your eyes fluttered shut, you heard his voice, soft and gentle. “I love you... and I always will.”

And with that, you fell asleep in his arms, dreaming of the beautiful future waiting for you both.

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Brb sobbing, I AM SO SOFT RIGHT NOW I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small Jongho Series. :) I have another one already in the works for part 1 of the next Jongho series :3 Please be tuned for that. After the first part I will open Tag List for y'all (it will be longer) and a TON of smut and angst.

[yunholic-jongholic]

jjongie is such a meanie sometimes :(( teases you with his fingers just to pull them away and land a hit on your wet pussy. loves to get you all wet and needy for him just to make you listen to the wet noises your pussy makes when he fucks you open on his fingers.

[yunholic-jongholic]

Love In a Divorce [Part 5] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | Explicit Content, NSFW, Cursing, Anxiety/Panicking, Abusive/Toxic Relationship, Alcohol Consumption, Divorcing, Smut, Marking, Teasing, Begging, Drunk Sex (Consensual), Dry-Humping, Breast Play, Cowgirl Position, Unprotected Sex (Don't do that), Creampie, (Sorry if I missed some...)

WORD COUNT | 3.8k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is part 5! 2nd to last part. This one gets very messy... lolol. We got one more chapter, I am still debating whether to end this in a happy ending or angst ending... Not sure yet <3 I will not be taking requests for the ending LMAO. Hope you enjoyed!

TAG LIST | @blackandgreenandblue @mingisleftnipple @kyunlov

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The next morning, you woke up with Jongho's arms wrapped around you. You were both still naked from last night which you got many flashes of memory from last night. You face heated up and you sat up from the bed. You looked over at Jongho who tried pulling you back in bed with him.

"Jongho, I got to get up and get ready for work..." You whisper kissing his cheek trying to wake him up. Jongho mumbles underneath his breath.

"Jongho..." You whisper again trying to get a little louder to wake him up. Jongho finally opens his eyes slowly and softly lifting his head up. You kiss his cheek again and finally get up from bed. Your inner thighs felt sore, but you just ignored the feeling and went to go take a shower and get dressed.

After your shower, you got dressed and quietly checked on Jongho, who had fallen back asleep. An intense headache throbbed at your temples, prompting you to head to the kitchen for a glass of water and a quick breakfast. As you sipped the cold water, you pulled out your phone and texted Jongho, letting him know that you had to head to work earlier than expected.

As you got to work you totally forgot that your meeting was today and immediately you saw the text from Jongho as you arrived to work.

"Shit." you cursed, completely forgetting. You went to your managers office to tell him you had to leave and deal with the divorce stuff you were going through with your ex-husband. He let you go as you rushed out the building and drove to the court room. You went in and saw how massive the court room was.

"Hello, I am sorry I am late..." You notice Jongho sitting at one of the tables and you joined him. You saw your husband on the other side staring at you a bit annoyed.

"You’re not late, and since everyone’s present, we can begin," the judge announced, their voice firm but impartial. "Unless... your husband has his own attorney?" You glanced over at your ex-husband, searching his face for any sign of protest or hesitation. He simply shook his head, his expression unreadable.

"Very well," the judge nodded, their gaze shifting from you to Jongho. "I'll allow Mr. Choi to speak first, as he has all the necessary information provided by you."

Jongho stood up with a composed demeanor, gathering a stack of files before approaching the judge and handing them over for review. As the session progressed, you watched him present your case with precision and confidence. A sense of reassurance washed over you, knowing you were in capable hands.

"I'll retire to my chambers to discuss the matter with the jury and reflect on it myself," the judge announced before standing up and exiting the courtroom.

You let out a heavy sigh, glancing at Jongho, who gave you a reassuring nod. But before you could fully exhale, your ex-husband approached, his footsteps echoing across the room. A wave of unease settled in your stomach, tightening with each step he took.

"How did you even afford a divorce attorney on your own?" your ex-husband scoffed, his tone dripping with condescension.

You shot him a cold glare, taking a deep breath before replying, "With the money I earn from actually working. Unlike you, who just sits around watching TV all day." You turned away, unwilling to let him see how much his words affected you.

Jongho watched the exchange, his jaw tightening before he stepped in, his voice firm and unwavering. "She did it because she wants to break free from you. This is the only way she can finally move on."

You looked up at Jongho, noticing the way his jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. It was clear he was barely restraining himself from decking your ex-husband right then and there. You were slightly impressed by his self-control—especially since you were struggling to keep yours in check.

Honestly, if Jongho hadn’t stepped in, you were pretty sure you would’ve thrown the first punch.

Your ex-husband’s eyes narrowed as they swept over you, his gaze freezing when he noticed the faint marks on your neck. His expression darkened, jaw tightening as realization dawned on him.

"So, you’re already sleeping with someone," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness and barely contained anger, his tone rising as if on the verge of yelling. You looked back up at him sort of in shock and he looks over at Jongho who went quiet after he said that.

"You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you? Is that why you wanted a divorce? Because you were cheating on me?"

His voice grew louder, echoing through the nearly empty room. The accusation hung heavy in the air; his anger palpable. You felt your chest tighten, a mixture of frustration and indignation boiling within you. You opened your mouth to respond, but Jongho stepped forward, his posture firm and protective.

You noticed Jongho’s chest puff out, his shoulders squared as his fists clenched at his sides. The tension radiating off him was unmistakable, and you knew he was seconds away from losing his composure.

Quickly, you got up and stepped between them, placing a hand on Jongho’s chest in an attempt to calm him down. “Mr. Choi. Don’t...” you murmured, your voice firm but soft enough to reach him.

Turning back to your ex-husband, your eyes narrowed with anger. “And no, I am not sleeping with him. But even if I was, it sure as hell would be better than staying with a pig like you!” You snapped, your frustration boiling over as you jabbed your finger into his chest.

Before you could pull your hand back, he slapped it away, his face twisted in anger. The sharp sting radiated through your fingers, but you stood your ground, refusing to let him intimidate you. You sat back down as the court went back into session. Your ex-husband sat back in his seat and Jongho went back up to continue talking.

"So, we will approve the divorce," the judge declared, his voice firm and unwavering. "However, after reviewing all the evidence, the court has decided that all remaining assets, including the house, will go to Y/N."

Your eyes widened in shock, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Relief and disbelief flooded through you all at once. You glanced over at Jongho, who was already looking at you with a proud, relieved smile, his eyes reflecting the happiness you felt but couldn’t quite put into words yet.

Your ex-husband’s face twisted in anger, his eyes burning with resentment as he glared at you. But his fury only fueled your sense of relief as the judge’s gavel echoed through the room, officially dismissing the court and closing the case.

Without sparing another glance his way, you walked out with Jongho by your side. The two of you made your way outside, seeking a quieter place to gather your thoughts. You ended up in the nearly empty parking lot, the silence amplifying the enormity of what had just happened.

Leaning against Jongho's car, you took a deep breath, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. Jongho stood close, his eyes full of concern and quiet strength, waiting for you to speak first.

"So… I guess we’re done working together," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked away, trying to hide the vulnerability in your eyes.

Jongho’s gaze softened, his shoulders relaxing as he took a step closer. He hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, his voice gentle but firm. "We are… but that doesn’t mean I want to stop being with you." He sighed, his eyes never leaving yours. "This job might be over, but… I still want us."

Your heart fluttered, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within you. "Me too," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you leaned in, your lips brushing softly against his.

Jongho responded instantly, deepening the kiss as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The warmth of his embrace made your head spin, every doubt melting away.

He broke the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Wanna go back to my place… and celebrate?" he murmured, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes gleaming with unmistakable intent. You nod and go to your car to drive back to his house.

When you both arrive, he goes to get you both something to drink as you sit on the sofa nervously but already feeling the mood settle into you.

“Congrats on your divorce,” Jongho teased with a playful smirk, handing you a shot glass filled with a dark liquid. You took a sip, wincing at the bitter taste that hit first, only to be followed by a surprisingly sweet aftertaste that lingered on your tongue.

You both settled comfortably on the couch, his arms wrapped securely around you as you nestled against his chest. His fingers traced gentle, soothing patterns along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, a tender warmth filling the space between you.

His gaze softened as he looked back at you, his lips curling into a gentle smile. Neither of you needed to speak; the way his fingers caressed your skin and the way your eyes held his said more than words ever could. Jongho is first to make the move, lowering his head to kiss you.

"I love you..." You whisper into his kiss. He whispers back immediately reattaching your lips together. You sit up first to pull away panting a bit heavily feeling your body heat up.

"You are so needy..." He laughs softly as you adjust your position to where you are now straddling his lap.

"I only need you Jongho.. So yes. Yes, I am." You huff looking deeply into his eyes craving more of his touch. You both don't even take another second to where you both go back in now into a heated make out session. You start to feel his bulge grow underneath you.

"Looks like I am not the only needy one..." You tease nipping at his bottom lip playfully biting it. He growls at your tease, pulling your face back so he can view you. You look at him nervously, your hands travel up his body and try to unbutton his shirt. as you do so he keeps your eyes on his.

“I need another drink,” you huffed, your voice carrying a hint of frustration.

Jongho chuckled softly, patting your thigh before standing up. "Alright, one more coming right up," he teased as he headed to the kitchen.

As soon as he walked away, a wave of regret washed over you. You hadn’t really wanted another drink—you just wanted him close, his arms around you, his warmth and arousal growing on you. You sighed, sinking deeper into the couch, realizing that no amount of alcohol could compare to the comfort of having him by your side.

"Actually, no drink." You smile as he comes back and sets it down. You immediately push him back on the sofa and go back to making out with him.

"Y/N, you did not just make me go get you a drink and come back to not wanting it anymore." Jongho pouts at you a bit annoyed but in a playful way. You tell him sorry and start unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Sliding his shirt off his shoulders you admire how built he is like you always did for the past few times. He looks up at you as he pulls your shirt over your head and takes your bra off.

You felt him softly plant kisses on your skin, feathery kisses on your neck traveling down to your chest. You moan softly out as he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, softly sucking and licking it. You moan more feeling your core starting to heat up and you arched your back slowly rubbing yourself against him.

"Jongho..." you moan as your hands travel up his shoulders and onto his head, fingers tangling in his hair. You felt insanely wet and knew you were leaving a wet spot on his lap.

"Please... I need you..." You moan biting your lip as he kneads your other breast with one hand as he continues to kiss and suck on the other. You squirmed in his lap feeling extremely aroused, practically begging him to fuck you.

"Please." you begged again. This time he hummed and made a pop sound as his lips unattached from your nipple. You wasted no time taking the rest of your clothes off along with his. You watched his cock spring up already hard.

"So needy. I want to take my time pleasing you..." Jongho whispered but you huffed at his comment.

"No, what I need is you to fuck me." You bluntly teasingly said. You asked him which position you should go in and he was silent at first, probably thinking but finally you made up your mind.

"Damn it Jongho. I am getting frustrated. I am just going to ride you." You huff out hovering over Jongho's lap holding onto his cock trying to align it with your entrance. You right away pushed yourself down feeling it go deep and straight inside you causing you to gasp and moan loudly. You were not expecting it which you felt weak to your knees.

You were trembling above Jongho. He groaned at the feeling and asked if you needed help. You nod softly trying to control yourself. Jongho grabs your waist as he helps you move.

"Oh my god..." you moan gripping onto his shoulders to hold yourself up. "You feel so amazing..." You moan, digging your nails into him as he grips your waist tighter and bucks his hips into you. You felt his tip kiss your sensitive spot causing you to whimper and moan in a higher pitch. Jongho realized how much he pleased you and started slamming up into your sweet spot.

"Please... Jongho!" Your almost out of breath from moaning so much. Jongho groans and flips you over to where you are under him as he lifts your leg over his shoulders, slamming harder and faster. The room was filled with sounds of both of you moaning, skin slapping against each other, and the couch banging on the back of the wall. You placed your hands over his face to pull him for a sloppy kiss.

Jongho thrusted harder into you, making you feel insanely dizzy. You tried to keep kissing him, but you were just a complete mess.

"I can't get enough of you..." He groaned, now flipping you over to where you were on your knees, your back against his chest as he was holding you up with his arm around your waist and hand around your neck. You huffed moaning helplessly letting him do whatever he wanted.

"I am so close..." You moaned as you felt him reposition himself pulling out really quick before slamming back into you causing you to gasp loudly.

"Come with me then." He groaned nipping his lips against your ear, nibbling it. You pushed your hands on his waist gripping it trying to pull him closer to you, panting like a damn dog. You soon felt the tip of his cock twitch inside you and soon he released.

"Fuck!" You cursed feeling his warm liquid fill up inside you. You bite your lip digging your nails on his waist. Jongho pants heavily as he lets go of you, making you flop on the couch. He pulls himself out as he stares at you seeing how weak and tired you are.

"C’mon, Y/N... Let’s take a shower..." Jongho panted, his breath still uneven as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, getting up from the couch.

You groaned, burying your face into the cushions, every muscle in your body begging for rest. "Can’t we just sleep here...?" you mumbled, your voice muffled.

Jongho chuckled, his tone softening as he reached down and took your hand, gently pulling you up. "I know, I know... but you’ll feel better after a shower. C’mon, I’ll go with you," he teased, his playful grin making it impossible to refuse.

Reluctantly, you stood up, leaning on him for support as you made your way to the bathroom. Even though you’d much rather fall asleep right then and there, the thought of being with him made it worth the effort.

After the shower, you barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto the mattress, your body sinking into the soft sheets. Exhaustion wrapped around you like a warm blanket, pulling you under almost instantly.

Jongho slid in beside you, his arm draping over your waist as he pulled you close. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you further into sleep. Within moments, you were out cold, lost to the world for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you woke up to a searing pain in your stomach, so intense that it stole the breath from your lungs. You tried to sit up, but the agony was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to move.

"Shit..." you hissed through gritted teeth, forcing yourself to get up despite the pain. You staggered toward the bathroom, each step feeling like knives were stabbing into your abdomen. Just as you reached the doorway, your legs gave out, sending you crashing to the cold floor.

You curled up, clutching your stomach as the pain intensified, tears stinging your eyes. Panic began to creep in, but you were too weak to call out. The room spun around you, and all you could do was cling to consciousness as the pain continued to tear through you.

You barely registered the sound of Jongho’s footsteps thundering down the hallway before he appeared at the bathroom door, his eyes wide with panic as he took in the sight of you curled up on the floor.

"Are you okay?!" he asked, his voice trembling with concern. But you couldn’t answer—the pain was too overwhelming, your body shaking as tears streamed down your face.

Without another word, Jongho scooped you up gently, his arms strong yet careful as he carried you back to the bed. He laid you down, holding you close as his hand stroked your hair soothingly. His voice was soft but urgent as he whispered, "What happened? Where does it hurt?"

All you could do was cling to him, your fingers gripping his shirt as the pain continued to ripple through you. Jongho held you tightly for a moment before reluctantly letting go to get you some water.

He returned quickly, his face etched with worry as he handed you the glass and some painkillers. "Here, take these... it should help," he murmured, his voice gentle as he watched you swallow the medicine.

Slowly, the pain began to subside, leaving a dull ache in its wake. You exhaled shakily, finally able to catch your breath. "I'm sorry... I don’t know what that was. It just hurt so much in my stomach, but it’s gone now," you admitted, your voice still shaky. You frowned, trying to piece it together. "Maybe... maybe my period’s about to start. I really don’t know how else to explain it."

Jongho’s shoulders relaxed a little, but his worry didn’t fade entirely. He sat beside you, his hand resting on your back as he whispered, "Just... let me know if it happens again, okay? We’ll figure it out together."

You picked up your phone, scrolling through your messages until you noticed a voicemail from Yeosang. Curiosity got the best of you, and you pressed play, his voice filling the room with a warm, congratulatory message about your divorce. You sighed, a mixture of relief and lingering sadness washing over you as you leaned back against the pillows next to Jongho.

After a moment, you sat up, your gaze distant as you spoke. "I think... I might go back home today. I need to go through some things, maybe sort out what to give back to my ex-husband."

Jongho’s head snapped up, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you sure? I can come with you... just to be safe," he offered, his voice laced with worry.

You gave him a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "I appreciate it... but I think I need to do this alone. I just... need a moment to process everything and embrace this new freedom."

His shoulders slumped, clearly reluctant, but he nodded, respecting your decision. "Alright... but call me if you need anything. Anything at all." You nod softly getting up and went to put your daily clothes on.

You re-read the message from your ex-husband, his words dripping with sarcasm: "Left the keys at the house. Hope you have a better life." Even through text, his bitterness was unmistakable, but at least it meant he wouldn’t be there when you arrived.

With a deep breath, you grabbed your things and headed out, giving Jongho one last reassuring smile before driving off. The familiar route to your old house was hauntingly quiet, each passing street a reminder of the life you were leaving behind.

As you pulled into the driveway, a wave of nostalgia mixed with relief washed over you. The house stood silent, almost eerie without his car in the driveway. For the first time in a long while, it was yours—completely yours.

You took a moment, steadying yourself before stepping out of the car. Normally, coming back to this house filled you with a sense of dread, a weight pressing down on your chest. But this time, it felt different.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you were happy to be home. The air felt lighter, the space more open, free of his presence and the tension that used to hang in every corner.

A soft smile crossed your lips as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was quiet—peaceful, even. There were no raised voices, no heavy sighs, no shadows lurking around every corner. Just... silence.

You took a deep breath, feeling the familiar scent of your home wrap around you, but this time it brought comfort rather than anxiety. For once, it truly felt like your space.

A sense of calm washed over you, and you realized you didn’t want to leave. Not today. Maybe not for a long time. You wanted to stay in this feeling of newfound freedom and peace, finally able to call this place your own.

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WOW I AM SO TIRED LMAO, anyways good night. I will hopefully get y'all an ending for this story by tomorrow or day after tomorrow! <3

[yunholic-jongholic]

Love In a Divorce [Part 4] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | NSFW, Smut, Physical Harm, Abusive Relationship, Anxiety/Panicking, Bruises, Cursing, Unprotective Sex (Don't do it.), Creampie, Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Sex (Consensual), Marking, (I might have missed some, sorry if I did.)

WORD COUNT | 4.5k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is part 4! I am near the end, but I've been dealing with school, work and moving at the moment. I am sorry I am backed up on my stories + requests TT ...

TAG LIST | @blackandgreenandblue @mingisleftnipple @kyunlov

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As you sat at your desk, the hum of office chatter and the soft clatter of keyboards filled the room, but it all felt distant—like background noise you couldn’t fully tune into. No matter how hard you tried to focus, your mind kept drifting back to last night with Jongho. The warmth of his arms around you, the heated moments you both shared, and the way his presence had made you feel safe—like you belonged somewhere for the first time in a long while.

You stared at your screen, fingers poised over the keyboard, but the words blurred, your thoughts tangled with memories of his touch, his voice, the subtle scent of his cologne still lingering in your mind. I just want to be with him forever, you thought, the realization hitting you with a quiet intensity. It wasn’t just the comfort he offered—it was how effortlessly he filled the empty spaces inside you, the parts you thought would never feel whole again.

You shook your head slightly, trying to pull yourself back to the present, to the work piling up in front of you. But no matter how hard you tried, your heart was already somewhere else—back in that quiet apartment, wrapped in the warmth of Jongho’s presence. And with every passing hour, the longing to return to him grew stronger, like an invisible thread tugging at your heart.

You got up from your desk, hoping a quick walk to the break room and a glass of water would help clear your mind. The fluorescent lights hummed softly above you as your footsteps echoed down the hallway, your thoughts still tangled with memories of Jongho.

But as you rounded the corner, your heart stopped.

There he was—your husband—walking through the office doors like he belonged there. His presence was like a cold wave crashing over you, washing away the warmth you'd been clinging to all morning. Your heart dropped, thudding heavily in your chest, a mix of fear, confusion, and dread rising like a knot in your throat.

Why is he here? The question echoed in your mind, panic settling into the pit of your stomach.

You instinctively stepped back slightly, trying to steady your breathing, your fingers tightening around the empty cup in your hand. Your mind raced with possibilities—Did he find out where I was staying? Is he here to cause a scene? —but no answers came, only the rapid beating of your heart as you watched him move further into the office, oblivious to your presence for now.

You stood frozen for a moment, gathering the courage to decide what to do next. Your husband stormed up to you, his face twisted with anger, his voice sharp and accusing.

"Where were you last night? Why didn’t you come home? Are you cheating on me? Is that why you want a divorce? Are you sleeping with someone?" he snapped, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. His glare was piercing, filled with rage that made your heart pound in fear.

Panic surged through you like a tidal wave. Your breath hitched as your eyes darted around the room, catching the concerned stares of your coworkers. Their conversations had stopped, replaced by a heavy silence as everyone turned to witness the unfolding scene. The humiliation burned hot in your chest, mixing with fear.

You wanted to scream, to push him away, to fight back—but the words stuck in your throat, frozen by the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Your eyes welled with tears, blurring your vision as your heart raced, trapped between fear and helplessness.

Say something, your mind screamed, but your voice felt lost, buried beneath the weight of his grip and the suffocating tension surrounding you.

"Let me go..." was all you could manage to say, your voice shaky, barely more than a whisper. You tried pulling your wrist free, but his grip only tightened, the pain sharp and immediate as his fingers dug into your skin.

Without giving you a chance to resist further, he dragged you through the office, ignoring the shocked, concerned looks from your coworkers. Your heart pounded in your chest, tears stinging your eyes—not just from the pain, but from the humiliation of being pulled like this, powerless, exposed.

Once outside, his grip remained relentless as he snapped even louder, his face twisted with fury. "You smell like another guy's cologne!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the surrounding buildings.

You felt your wrist throbbing under his iron grasp, pretty sure it would bruise from the force. Panic surged through you, but beneath the fear, something else began to rise—anger. Anger at him, at the situation, at how small he made you feel.

Your breath came in quick, shallow bursts, but deep down, you knew this had to stop. You are not his possession. You are stronger than this.

Gathering every ounce of courage, you clenched your free hand into a fist, not just with fear, but with determination. This was not going to be the moment he controlled you anymore.

Your heart pounded as adrenaline surged through your veins. The fear gripping you was overwhelming, but something deep inside—an ember of strength—flared to life.

"We are getting a divorce. There’s no damn way I still belong to you!" you shouted, your voice trembling but fierce. "I’m already filing it at my next meeting!"

With every bit of strength you had, you yanked your arm free, clenching your fists at your sides. But before you could even take a breath, his hand came down hard across your face. The sharp sting of the slap echoed in your ears, and your vision blurred momentarily from the force.

He didn’t stop. His fingers gripped your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes, filled with rage and control.

"You’re going home with me, and you’ll never see the light of day again," he hissed, as he shoved your face away like you were nothing, his hand quickly latching onto your arm again. But something inside you snapped. This was it—you weren’t going to let him win. Not anymore.

You pulled back with all your strength, planting your feet firmly on the ground. "HELP!" you screamed, your voice raw and desperate, echoing through the open space around you. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"

Your cry pierced the air, shattering the barrier of silence that fear had built around you. People nearby stopped, heads snapping in your direction. Strangers’ eyes locked on the scene, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they processed what was happening.

Your husband’s grip faltered just slightly, caught off guard by your sudden defiance and the attention it was drawing. But you didn’t stop yelling. "HELP! HE’S HURTING ME!"

Several people began rushing toward you, some pulling out their phones, others shouting at him to let you go. You could see someone dialing the police. The fear was still there, but this time, it was joined by something stronger hope. This time he let go and let you run off. But he was the one running like a coward. You just glared at him as he walked to his car and drove off.

"Are you okay?" one of your coworkers rushed over, their voice filled with concern as they gently guided you away from your husband’s grip and back inside the building. Your heart was racing, your breath coming in shallow gasps as the adrenaline slowly began to wear off, leaving behind a shaky, hollow feeling in your chest.

The moment you stepped back inside, the warmth of the office felt suffocating compared to the cold fear that still lingered on your skin. You could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on you—worried, sympathetic, and shocked.

Glancing down, you saw the dark outline of a bruise already forming on your wrist, the skin tender and swollen from his brutal grip. You instinctively tried to cover it with your sleeve, but the ache reminded you it was there.

When you caught a glimpse of your reflection in a nearby glass panel, your stomach twisted. A vivid red mark spread across your cheek; the harsh imprint of his slap unmistakable. Your eyes were glassy, filled with tears you’d been fighting to hold back.

"Do you want me to call someone? The police?" your coworker asked softly, their hand resting lightly on your shoulder, grounding you.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and tight, but deep down, you knew what you had to do. This was your moment to take back control, to protect yourself, and to make sure he’d never hurt you again.

"No," you whispered, your voice trembling. "It's okay... I'm okay..." you shook off your reaction.

"You should go home," your coworker said softly, their voice filled with concern. "I’ll let your manager know what happened and cover for you."

You nodded, your throat tight as you whispered, "Thank you," barely able to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

The walk to your car felt like a blur, your legs shaky beneath you. Once inside, you closed the door, the silence pressing heavily around you. Your hands trembled as you gripped the steering wheel, staring blankly ahead, your mind racing.

The bruise on your wrist throbbed, a painful reminder of what had just happened. You could still feel the sting on your cheek, the echo of his words ringing in your head.

Your phone sat in your lap, the screen lighting up with notifications you couldn’t bother to check. Your heart ached with the overwhelming need to hear a familiar, comforting voice. You hovered over your contacts, torn between two names—Yeosang and Jongho.

Your fingers trembled as you stared at the screen, debating who to call. You needed someone—not just anyone—but someone who would understand, who wouldn’t judge, who would make you feel like you weren’t alone. You decided to call Jongho hoping he wasn't busy at work.

With a shaky breath, you finally pressed the call button, your heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. The phone barely rang once before Jongho picked up, his familiar voice soft and steady through the speaker.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, his tone filled with quiet concern.

That simple question—so casual, so full of care—was the breaking point. The dam you’d been holding back all morning finally burst. A sob escaped your lips, raw and uncontrollable, and before you could stop yourself, you were crying—really crying. The kind of cry that came from deep inside, from fear, exhaustion, and the overwhelming weight of everything you’d been through.

You couldn’t even form words at first, just gasps between sobs, your body shaking as you gripped the phone tighter, tears streaming down your face.

Jongho didn’t hang up. He didn’t rush you. His voice remained calm, like an anchor in the middle of your storm. "It’s okay. I’m here. Just breathe, Y/N. I’ve got you. Where are you?"

Hearing his voice, steady and patient, made the fear feel a little less consuming. Even though you couldn’t get the words out just yet, knowing he was there, listening, was enough to keep you from falling apart completely. You tried to calm yourself and asked if you could see him at the office. He sighed and said he should be free in about an hour.

"No, I mean… I need to talk to you. I need to finish this so I can get away from him," you managed to choke out between shaky breaths, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of your shirt.

There was a brief pause on the other end, Jongho’s tone softening even more, his professionalism slipping into something warmer, more personal. "Oh… then you can come by," he said gently, his voice steady like it always was, the calm you desperately needed right now.

You let out a shaky sigh, the tension in your chest easing just slightly. "Okay," you whispered, your fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter as you started the car.

As soon as you arrived at Jongho’s office, you rushed down the familiar hallway, your footsteps echoing softly against the sterile walls. Your heart was pounding—not from fear this time, but from urgency. The need to feel safe, to be heard, to finally put an end to all of this.

Pushing open his office door, you stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind you. Jongho���s eyes were glued to his computer screen, his brow slightly furrowed in focus. But the soft click of the door caught his attention, and he glanced up. The moment his eyes met yours, his expression shifted instantly from neutral concentration to deep concern. He got up and went to you immediately.

You didn’t say anything at first. His gaze flickered over you, lingering on the faint red mark still visible on your cheek, then dropping to your wrist, where the faint outline of bruises peeked through your sleeve. His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn’t let the frustration take over this time. Instead, his eyes softened with genuine worry.

"What happened to you?" he asked quietly, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

You stared down at your feet, your hands trembling slightly in your lap, unable to meet his eyes. "It was my husband," you whispered, the words tasting bitter and heavy as they left your mouth.

Jongho exhaled slowly, his fingers curling slightly into fists on his desk before he quickly relaxed them, trying to stay calm—for you.

"Okay," he said gently, his voice a grounding force. "You’re here now. We’ll handle this. I promise." You felt just so tired; you wanted to drop on your knees and cry until you pass out. but Jongho held you by your waist softly. "If you need to cry, just let it out. It's okay." He whispered but you exhaled trying to hold it in.

"Come here," Jongho said softly, his voice filled with warmth and care. Without waiting for you to respond, he stood up and gently reached for you, pulling you into his arms.

The moment his arms wrapped around you, a wave of warmth washed over you, melting the icy grip of fear and sadness that had been clinging to you all day. His embrace was firm yet gentle, like he was trying to hold all the broken pieces of you together without letting any of them slip through.

You finally look into his eyes and soon before you know it, your lips connect with his. Jongho immediately lifts you up pressing your back to the wall as he holds you up. You start making out softly, but very soon it gets heated. You wrap your hands around his neck continuing to make out with him. He is first to pull away, panting.

"I need to get back to work..." he whispers but you don't want him to stop. You need Jongho right now. You pull him into another kiss, and he soon gives back in. He lets you stand back up and you remove your blouse and bra. He exhales out and makes out with you. You grip onto his shoulders as he lowers himself down leaving small kissing on your chest and neck.

"Jongho..." You whisper, fingers tangling in his hair. Jongho grabs your waist and takes you to his chair and he lifts you up to his lap and sits on his chair. You watch him as he immediately pulls your dress skirt down along with your underwear. He sits up pushing his paperwork and computer to the side as he sets you on his table.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers kissing your lips softly as he unzips his pants. You felt the tip of his cock slip in between your folds, causing you to moan out loudly. He kisses you immediately telling you to not be so loud.

"I don't want my coworkers finding out I am not working right now..." Jongho huffs out, going back in to attach his lips on yours. You felt him start thrusting in and out slowly. Jongho pulls his lips away for a second to catch his breath as he continues moving. You look up at him trying to keep eye contact but instead you whine out covering your mouth. You see Jongho caress your face as he then proceeds to pull your hand away from your mouth. You notice a string of saliva connecting from your lips and fingers.

"I only asked you to be less loud, you can still moan..." He whispers groaning as he starts to thrust in rougher. You nod and whine at the overwhelming feeling. No matter how much you have fucked in your life, you somehow felt Jongho was still stretching you out. Jongho groans as he immediately pulls his coat off and unbuttons his shirt.

"Jongho..." You moan out now having your hands snake around his arms gripping them. Jongho smirks at your reaction seeing you completely getting destroyed underneath him. You pull his neck back towards you to kiss him and you both make out sloppily.

"Fuck... Y/N." He curses as his thrusts get sloppier. You both are a complete mess. As Jongho keeps getting rougher, you felt your entire body melt underneath him. You knew you were close to coming undone. You throw your head to the side panting loudly not caring anymore if his co-workers hear you both.

"Please..." You try to speak but you just couldn't while you were panting and moaning completely out of breath. Jongho turned your head to face him so he can keep kissing you. Not even a minute later, Jongho released inside you causing you to shiver at the feeling. He starts to slow down and soon stop but stays inside, panting and huffing heavily. Jongho's fingers run through his hair pushing it back as he pants. His chest, arms and forehead all glistening with sweat.

"Oh my god..." you chuckle softly as he pulls out leaving you cold. You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck just staring at him while panting.

"I love you..." you whisper feeling your heart beat out of your chest as you both just stare lovingly into each other's eyes. Jongho hums and his index finger wipes your bottom lip softly.

"I love you too Y/N." He sits on his chair. You smile softly at him fingers running through his hair, back of his neck. You both immediately heard a knock on the door and right away you both got dressed again. Jongho grabbed his paperwork and computer setting it back as you sat on the couch nervously trying to wipe your expressions off your faces. Jongho went to get the door and you both saw Yeosang on the other side.

"Hey! I just wanted to deliver you this, you left it at the party and Yunho thought you wouldn't..." Yeosang paused as his eyes scanned the room and saw you. You and Jongho still both looked like a mess. Yeosang went silent and just looked back at Jongho almost shocked.

"Was I interrupting something?" Yeosang whispers, eyes a bit wide. Jongho sighs and speaks, "Nope! But thank you for giving back my card." Jongho tries to keep casual, but Yeosang face shows that he knows what happened, almost giving a smug look.

"Sorry for interrupting your special meeting..." Yeosang tries to hold in his laugh as he leaves the building. Jongho glares at Yeosang and immediately shuts the door, locking it again. You look at Jongho and sigh smiling at him.

"He is right though, it was special..." You tease causing Jongho to blush.

"I need to get back to work." He tries to shut off the conversation looking away from you. He sits on his seat and go through his computer scrolling and typing stuff you don't really care or found interest in.

"Really? You don't think so?" you pout, moving closer to Jongho as your fingers gently trace over his shoulders and arms. "Funny... I could've sworn that 'I love you' meant something different," you murmur, a playful tease lacing your words. Jongho lets out a breath, trying to ignore the effect you have on him, but it's a losing battle.

"Your mood seems to have shifted," he notes, his voice steady despite the way your hand slides upward, fingers weaving through his hair and absentmindedly twirling a few strands.

"Hmm..." you hum softly, your mischievousness unmistakable.

As the day went on, Jongho finally wrapped up his work and turned to you with a warm smile, asking, "Do you want to cook dinner together tonight, or should we go out instead?"

"How is your hand by the way?" Jongho asks still concerned. You smile softly. "I think I am okay, and we can eat at home, but I would like to order take out." You look down at your hand seeing the bruise still there but didn't care. Jongho and you both went back home and Jongho was a bit silent during dinner. Not really talking until you both finished eating dinner.

"Tomorrow is the final signing... the divorce signing. You need to let him know to show up," Jongho finally spoke after dinner, his voice steady and composed. "I'll be there with you since I have to go through everything with the judge."

A wave of nervousness washed over you as the reality sank in, Jongho and your ex-husband would finally have to face each other.

"I really don't want to see him again, Jongho..." you admit, trying to keep your voice steady, but your hands begin to tremble despite your efforts. Jongho looks up at you, his expression softening as he notices your unease.

"Hey, it's okay," he reassures you, his voice gentle as he reaches out to steady your shaking hands. "I'll be there with you. He can't do anything in front of a whole room of people and a judge. You're not facing this alone."

You nod softly taking an exhale to calm yourself, you soon felt Jongho press his lips against yours softly. You leaned into the kiss as you tried deepening it. Jongho followed through and deepened the kiss. You look into his eyes softly, "I need a drink I think..." You whisper. Jongho nods at your request and gets you something to drink.

You and Jongho sat together on the sofa, the soft glow of the TV flickering across your faces as you continued to drink, one glass after another. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the show playing, a comfortable silence settling between you both.

"Y/N, I don't want you to feel overwhelmed, are you sure you are doing, okay?" Jongho asked as he saw you getting up for a 4th glass.

"Yeaaa I am fine." You huff at him pouting. You felt your mind go fuzzy as you instead chugged the bottle. Jongho sighed and got up from the sofa and walked over to you. You felt him grab your wrist softly causing you to gasp lightly. He takes the bottle from your hands and sets it down.

"I think it is time for you to go to sleep." He sighs and you stare at him angrily. You proceeded to grab his wrist with your other hand as he just looks at you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

"Y/N. Please, I hate seeing you like this. I think you need to sleep it off." Jongho sighs. You immediately kissed him almost stumbling onto him.

"What I want, is to be wrapped around you... In bed." you giggle softly. His lips tasted sweeter than ever before, maybe cause of how spicy and bitter the alcohol was. He sighed knowing how bad of a sex joke that was.

"I want you to show me how strong you are Jongho..." You bite your lip pulling him closer to you wanting to kiss him more. He leans in and softly kisses you trying to take it slow.

"If I do this, will you promise me you will go to bed after?" Jongho whispers against his kisses. You nod telling him you promise. Jongho sighs and you immediately start undressing yourself pulling your clothes off. He lifts you up and takes you to the bed.

"I need you Jongho..." You begged him to pleasure you, caressing his arm and looking softly into his eyes. Your mind felt fuzzy but filled with dirty thoughts.

"Y/N..." Jongho takes his clothes off getting on the bed with you. "I am not going to go hard; I want to show you how much I love you and just take my time with you." He says and you whine at the thought.

"Fine..." You huff out. Jongho grabs your leg wrapping it around his waist. You felt his tip press against your already soaking wet cunt. Your fingers trace around his arms as he slowly shoves himself in, cursing at the feeling.

"Jongho!" You moan out grinding your hips down trying to get more friction. He groans at your attempt to fuck yourself on him. You bite your lip as he shoves himself all the way in not leaving you time to adjust.

"I thought you said you were going to be soft." You tease giggling a bit. You face heated up as you saw the dark lust in his eyes.

"Can't believe my divorce attorney is fucking me in his bed." You laugh hiccupping completely drunk. He stares at you and rolls his eyes at your attempts to be funny. He immediately shuts you up as he starts thrusting in and out.

"Ah!" You gasp in shock not expecting him to move already, He leans down to kiss you, causing you to kiss him back. You hum and moan into the kiss which you try to turn it into a sloppy make out session, but he pulls away as he stays leaning down looking into your eyes. You hear Jongho groaning and moaning as he thrusts into you.

You throw your head to the side, arms now sliding onto his neck. You try to look at him and feel his hot breath against your face. Jongho attaches his lips to your neck as he thrusts himself in faster.

"I love you so fucking much Jongho..." You moan out nails digging into his arms.

"I love you too." He whispers as he sits back up and grips your waist slamming into you. You moan loudly almost echoing through the room.

"Jongho! I can't take it anymore!" You moan out whimpering from how extremely over pleasured you felt. His shaft was rubbing you inside in such a pleasuring feeling. You were hiccupping and moaning begging him to go harder.

"Fuck... You are making me insane..." He groans now fucking you relentlessly. Your nails were digging into his arms leaving marks on them. His lips attached to your neck leaving marks on your neck. You both were fucking each other like wild animals.

"I'm... So close Y/N..." Jongho moaned against your neck. You whimpered begging him to cum inside you. You then felt his cock twitch inside you as he then came inside.

You both panted and soon Jongho pulled himself out, laying on the bed with you. You felt him wrap his arms around you in a comforting way, making you feel safe and secure with him. Little before you knew, you slowly fell asleep with him.

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GOOD NIGHT I WILL BE SOBBING IN MY CLOSET TONIGHT.

[yunholic-jongholic]

100 FOLLOWERS!!! OMGGGG WOW PPL LIKE MY STORIES? thats wildddd I love yall, thank you for enjoying these stupid stories I like creating lmaooo

[yunholic-jongholic]

🍨Aᴛᴇᴇᴢ As Iᴄᴇᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ Fʟᴀᴠᴏʀs🍨

A/N | This is just for fun and personal opinion. You are more than welcome to leave a comment on your own opinions! Just PLEASE be nice in the comments :) These will mainly be based off of personality (I know some members have favorite ice cream flavors, but I am basing this on their personality hehe)

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Hongjoong | Rainbow Sherbert - I have no idea, I know it's not icecream but he is just a silly lil guy and bro is colorful. :)

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Seonghwa | Wedding Cake - I always saw him being very graceful, beautiful, and I know wedding cake is a very like- lovely and elegant.

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Yunho | Superhero - He is a nerd, a goof ball, just a boy. As someone who worked at an ice cream shop, I know the superhero ice cream is really "superman", but we had a "spiderman" option which was vanilla with red+blue food coloring and black sprinkles/black lines over it to look like webs.

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Yeosang | Strawberry - He is just sweet, pretty, cute. I associate everything "cutesy" with strawberries and Yeosang is cutesy. No need to explain.

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San | Chocolate Cherry - I see him being a chocolate flavor, very rich elegant and cherries just match with the chocolate very well. You can tell he would be a rich flavor.

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Mingi | Pink Bubblegum with Rainbow Sprinkles - He is a princess. Princess Mingki. ,'3 I will defend this with my life.

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Wooyoung | Cookies 'n Cream - I have no explanation for this. I thought of oreo-woo and immediately thought of him just being oreo/cookies 'n cream.

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Jongho | Salted Caramel - Sweet and salty. Just Jongho's personality, one moment he is cuddling his hyungs (mainly yeosang) and the next moment he is ready to fist fight them (mainly wooyoung) lol.

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Anyways, hope you treat each other with respect in the comments, it is okay to have your own opinions (I also wanted to do just mood boards with items for Ateez, which is another reason why I did these.) Thank you! ,'3c

[yunholic-jongholic]

૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა ♥ About Me ♥ ʕ ● ᴥ ●ʔ

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☆ I am N!

☆ I am 20 Years Old (MDNI 🔞)

☆ I am an Ateez ULT

☆ I also stan multiple groups; NCT, Stray Kids, Zerobaseone, Xikers, Riize, Boynextdoor, and a lot more...

☆ I ULT Yunho and Jongho (If it isn't obvious with my Profile...)

☆ I am Czech! I mainly speak CZ, but I also know some ENG and PL.

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☆ I will only write Ateez fics, I have different accounts for different things, this is just for my Ateez fics. I will do no other group or anyone here unless its Ateez.

☆ I mainly write smut, fluff, and soon-to-be horror/angst. I don't mind doing anything outside of that, I am open to MOST recommendations.

☆ I have 1 editor who I send my fics to edit, she is also my recommender for fic ideas. I personally won't say who she is, but it is kind of obvious if you want to find out yourself lmao.

☆ Please note; These are just pure fantasy / fiction. Do not take these seriously. I do this as a hobby because it brings me comfort someone enjoys my presence in writing these stories. (that person is my editor lol) If you don't like it, then block me? or tell me? I will most likely ignore you just like you should with me if you don't like it.

☆ You will see more Yunho or Jongho Fic's here since they are my ults, I seriously don't mind recommendations/asking. I will take anything and try to make a story!

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✔️✔️Rᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ Dᴏ's✔️✔️

☆ I mainly do Ateez (Solo) x Reader (Ex. Jongho x Reader)

☆ I can write any Ateez Government ship (Matz, Yungi, Woosan, Jongsang, even 2Ho, Topaz, etc)

☆ I can do OT8 x Reader (Poly!Ateez)

☆ I can do certain Kinks! (Bondage, Praise, Dom/Sub, Size, Marking, etc)

☆ I can write short chapter fics (about 1-5 chapters, with 2-5k words per chapter) If you want a short chapter fic! (Example being my C.JH x Reader | "Love in a Divorce" Fic)

☆ Any Genre I can do (Smut, Angst, Fluff, Crack, SMAU)

☆ (WIP) I will also be doing "Ateez as ___" which are just little discussions of (Ex.) "Ateez as Icecream Flavors" and which member would I think would be an icecream flavor. This is only personal opinion-based, if you don't agree you can recommend your own in the comments! Just please be nice and don't argue in my comments.

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❌❌Rᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ Dᴏɴ'ᴛs❌❌

☆ I will not do certain kinks. (If I get recommended something I feel uncomfortable with, I will still write the story over it and replace it with different kinks/ideas. But it will be still similar story.)

☆ I do not do any age play kinks. That is the biggest No-No I have. I don't kink shame here but sadly I will not do that here. You can find other fic-writers to do it! <3

☆ I will not do any other groups outside of ATEEZ. (Ex. NCT, Stray Kids). NOW!! I can write other artists in my stories, but they won't be "focused" as in no (Ex.) Lee Know x Reader or Bang Chan x Reader. But they can be side characters in a story (If the recommender wants)

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Thank you for coming here and reading my bio and hope you enjoy my stories!

[yunholic-jongholic]

GET BACK TO WORK. I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO EDIT IM BORED. ITS VALENTINES DAY.

As my editor you need to be patient. lmao. also thank you for the jongho pics.

[yunholic-jongholic]

I am going bite his nose.

Yall decide which nose I am going to bite. I won't tell you which one.

[yunholic-jongholic]

Reaffirming Love and Connection | J.YH x Reader

SUMMARY | Yunho and You engaging in fluffy aftercare following a session of intense, rough sex. Trading kisses and loving words, cleaning each other up, tending to any bruises or the like their play might have left, and overall, just taking the time to reaffirm their relationship and make sure they're both in a good place emotionally.

PAIRINGS | Yunho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | One Shot, SMUT, NSFW, Smut without Plot, Explicit Content, Begging, Marking Kink, Hand Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Cursing, Degrading, Praising, Voyeurism, Unprotected Sex (Don't do that…), Creampie (Sorry if I missed some!)

WORD COUNT | 1.3k

AUTHOR NOTE | How are my hotteok sister wives feeling? :) Sorry this story goes straight into smut, but you get to the soft fluffiness at the end, and I made sure to make it the other half of the story! <3

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You were undressing yourself, while your husband Yunho was watching you, he sat on the bed, you felt his eyes all over you as you pulled your skirt off along with your panties. Yunho on the other hand was fully dressed. You felt a bit embarrassed but once you saw Yunho waved his hand for you to go to him, you obeyed and sat on his lap.

"You look beautiful" He exhaled as he felt you shift on top of him causing him to grab ahold of your cheeks to make you look deeply into his eyes. Yunho smirked at your reaction as you still were flustered about being fully naked and him being fully dressed.

"Thank you..." is all you could say. You started feeling heat rush down inside you as he just stared deeply into your eyes. He soon commanded you to rest your body on his lap as he turned you over. You did as he said and soon you felt his hand caress your back causing your spine to shiver. As his hand went lower you felt two fingers rub against your cunt.

"Yunho..." you moan out as he circled his two fingers around your folds. You felt immediate sharp pain and pleasure as he shoved his two fingers deep inside you causing you to let out a gasp. He only smirks at your response and immediately wastes no time digging himself deep into you and penetrating inside.

"You are so tight and wet." Yunho teases you and his other hand reaches you mouth which you are breathing heavily and moaning onto.

"You are already a fucking mess." He curses at you as he stuffs two fingers down your throat causing you to gag around them. He swirls his fingers around your tongue playfully tugging it as if he was fighting with your tongue. You felt his bulge poking you stomach as you try to sit up but felt too weak to even sit up straight.

"You are enjoying this aren't you? Me fucking and using you with only my hands." Yunho groans as you moan and hum in response, tongue still swirling around his fingers until he shoves them deep down your throat.

Yunho took his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting from his index finger and your tongue. You are helplessly breathing heavy and moaning as his other hand continues to work against you.

"Yunho, please I need you." You moan digging your nails into his thigh. He smirks and pulls out his two fingers and sets you on your knees in front of him as he looks down at you.

"What do you want from me princess?" You hear his voice now deeper as he calls you princess. You look down as his bulge, knowing now he is desperate himself to be touched.

"I need you." You hum again, your hands now trailing up his thigh. You softly palm at his crotch causing him to groan and grip your hands. Yunho pulls your hand off and he pulls his pants and underwear off letting his cock spring up. Your eyes watch, mouth slightly watering at the sight of him in front of you. Yunho stands up and tells you to get up and go on the bed. You do as he says and ask him which position he wants you to be in.

"For now, on your knees." He tells you getting ready. You get on your knees and place a pillow under your legs and one under your hands to hold onto. Yunho got behind you and pulled you a bit closer to him positioning himself. You felt the tip of his cock press against your folds causing you to shiver lightly at the feeling. Not even a second later, Yunho shoves himself deep into you causing you to gasp and scream out. He doesn't waste time before slamming into you and as he starts, Yunho grips onto your neck pulling you towards him and holds you against his chest.

"Yunho!" You moan as he grips onto your chin and cheeks. His other hand slides up your body and holds you up. You place your hands on his arm and dig your nails into his arm as he thrusts deeply into you. He groans in your ear causing you to shiver again. He buries his face against your neck nibbling on your skin.

"You are so warm." Yunho huffs out, you felt his teeth sink in your skin leaving bite marks. He threw you down on the bed pressing your back on the bed holding your hips gripping them harshly. You knew there will be bruises tomorrow.

"Yunho please!" You moan against the pillow gripping it as he slams deep into you stretching you out more and more. No matter how many times you both have sex, you always felt like it was your first time with him since he would always stretch you out.

Yunho pulled you back up holding your neck again as you became a moaning mess grinding your hips against him begging him for more. His grip tightened around your neck as he placed two fingers on your bottom lips. You only could moan helplessly letting him do whatever to you. Yunho shoved his two fingers down your throat causing you to moan and gag around them.

"You are so fucking perfect." He curses in your ear. You felt your insides pulsing and your stomach going into knots.

"You are my perfect girl." Yunho kisses your tears away as you whimpered at the intense feeling. Your body couldn't take it anymore, becoming a moaning wet mess. He took his fingers out placing them back around your neck. saliva was attached and dripping from your lips onto his fingers.

"I want you to go to work tomorrow and show how fucked you were by your husband tonight." He caresses your hips with his other hand and touches his own markings on your neck.

"I am going to lose it, Yunho." You moan out finally being tipped over the edge. You came on him and he was soon to be next. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he thrusted deeply into you and came inside soon after you. You felt hot and sweaty falling straight onto the bed panting. He pulled out and helped you up on his lap holding you.

You still had tears in your eyes, you felt exhausted, but he started comforting you. He kissed your lips softly caressing your face wiping your tears away.

"I love you so much." He leaves feathery kisses against your lips causing you to giggle at how soft he is always after sex.

"I love you too." You poke his cheek, and he smiles at you. You rest your hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes.

"I didn't hurt you tonight, right?" He asks a bit worried you were crying because he caused pain on you, but you reassured him he didn't hurt you in any way to be mean. He sometimes does get carried away during sex, but he makes sure at the end that he is caring and sweet towards you, making sure that he loves you and doesn't want to lose you. He notices his bite marks were a little too deep and apologizes for how he was. You soon see him lean down and kiss the bruises and bites he did on you.

"Yunho..." you hum telling him it's okay. He carries you to take a shower with him to clean you both up. Once both cleaned up you get dressed in cozy pajamas together and flop on the bed. You lay down and he wraps his arms around you resting his head on your chest.

"You are like a giant puppy. I can't breathe!" You jokingly tease him as he just lays on top of you. "Well stop having a comfortable chest for me to lay on." He murmurs. You sigh and ruffle his hair running your fingers in just helping him relax more.

"God made you too perfect for me." he mutters underneath his breath. You kiss his forehead calling him cute, Yunho sinks in on top of you and slowly falls asleep.

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My GOD. My requests are so backed up, this was requested by another fellow hotteok wife who is like my sugar mommy lol. Love u M! <3

[yunholic-jongholic]

Hehehe.... Thank you for 69 Followers...

[yunholic-jongholic]

Love In a Divorce [Part 3] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | NSFW, SMUT, Explicit Content, Drinking, Unprotected Sex (Don't do that...), Orgasm, Dirty Talk, Creampie (I might miss some... Sorry If I do)

WORD COUNT | 4.3k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is the 3rd part of the story! So far if you haven't read part 1 or 2. Please do so! This is where the chapters get steamy... hehe. Also, there is officially 5 chapters. I am also already working on a 4-chapter Jongho story as this might be posted before the first chapter of that one comes out. But this is officially 3/5 chapters. If you want to join the tag list, please let me know! (either commenting, asking me, etc.)

TAG LIST | @blackandgreenandblue @mingisleftnipple

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The next morning, you woke up earlier than expected, the soft light of dawn creeping through the blinds. A slight headache lingered from the night before, but nothing too overwhelming. You stretched, feeling the comforting weight of Jongho’s oversized sweatshirt still wrapped around you, its familiar scent grounding you for a moment.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you made your way to the bathroom, splashing cool water on your face, hoping to shake off the remnants of sleep and the haziness from the drinks. The refreshing sensation helped, though your mind remained tangled in lingering thoughts.

You quietly stepped out of the guest room, the house still peaceful and silent. Moving into the living room, you sank into the same spot on the sofa where you’d sat the night before, pulling your knees up slightly as you gazed around. The space felt even cozier in the morning light, with soft shadows dancing across the walls.

Without meaning to, your thoughts drifted aimlessly to Jongho. You imagined what it would be like if this wasn’t just a temporary refuge—if you lived here, not as a guest, but as part of something more. The thought of sharing quiet mornings, the easy comfort of simple routines, and the warmth of companionship crept into your mind. You could picture him casually walking out of his room, ruffling his hair, offering you coffee with that calm, steady presence that always made you feel at ease.

You gave your head a small shake, trying to push the thought away, but it clung to you—warm and persistent, like a flickering ember that refused to burn out. Hoping to distract yourself, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, deciding to cook breakfast. Hopefully, Jongho won’t mind, you thought as you began gathering ingredients, focusing on the simple motions to clear your head.

As the scent of food started to fill the air, you heard soft footsteps coming from the main bedroom. Turning slightly, you saw Jongho emerging, dressed in comfortable sweats, a plain white t-shirt, and slippers. His hair was tousled, fluffy and messy from sleep, giving him a relaxed, effortlessly endearing look.

For a brief second, your heart did that thing again—that quiet flutter you couldn’t quite ignore. But you quickly turned your attention back to the stove, pretending the warmth rising in your chest was just from the heat of cooking.

"Good morning, Y/N," Jongho greeted warmly as he walked closer, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You glanced over your shoulder, returning his smile with one of your own. "Good morning," you replied, feeling that familiar, subtle warmth in your chest.

Jongho paused for a moment, watching you move around the kitchen. "Do you need any help with breakfast?" he offered, his tone light and genuine. You shook your head with a smile. "Nope, I’ve got it covered," you assured him, focusing on flipping something in the pan.

He nodded and moved toward the counter, reaching for the coffee pot. As he filled it with water and prepared to brew, he glanced back at you. "Do you drink coffee?" he asked casually, his voice still carrying that early-morning softness.

"Yes, I do." you replied, your smile brightening a little more. Jongho gave a small, satisfied nod and started making an extra cup just for you, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon blending with the warm scent of breakfast filling the space. The simple, quiet routine felt easy.

"Do you put creamer or sugar in your coffee? Or are you like me and drink it straight?" Jongho asked, handing you a freshly poured cup of coffee. In return, you passed him a plate of breakfast, the easy exchange feeling natural.

You took the cup, grinning as you replied, "You’re crazy for liking it straight up. I prefer both—creamer and sugar," you teased, letting out a soft giggle.

Jongho scrunched his eyebrows and wrinkled his nose dramatically at your response, feigning offense. "You’re the crazy one!" he shot back, his voice playful and light.

The two of you burst into laughter, the warmth of the morning mingling with the scent of coffee and the comfort of simple, effortless banter. It felt easy, like the kind of moment you’d want to tuck away and remember. You felt your heart warm up at the moment you were both sharing wishing this could last forever.

"I need to get to work," Jongho said with a sigh, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. "You can stay if you want, but I won’t be home until late tonight. I’ve got to handle some paperwork and file a divorce for a couple this afternoon…" His shoulders slumped slightly, the stress evident in his tone.

You looked up at him, your gaze soft and filled with quiet reassurance. "Hey, cheer up," you said gently, your voice calm and comforting.

Reaching for a sticky note and a pen nearby, you scribbled down your number and handed it to him. "You’ll be okay. And if you need someone to talk to, here—just text or call me anytime."

Jongho took the note, a small, appreciative smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he saved your number into his phone.

"Also," you added, glancing down for a moment, "I’ll probably head out this afternoon. I don’t want to overstay and hoard your space."

But Jongho shook his head firmly, his expression warm and sincere. "You’re not hoarding anything. Stay as long as you want," he insisted, his words carrying more weight than just hospitality. There was something comforting about the way he said it—like he genuinely meant it, like he wanted you there, which made you flustered.

"If you’re okay with it…" you muttered softly under your breath, your fingers lightly brushing the edge of your coffee cup.

Jongho gave a small nod, his expression warm and reassuring before he disappeared down the hall to get dressed for work. You stayed behind, gathering the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, the simple routine helping to settle your thoughts.

Not long after, you heard the sound of his footsteps returning, quicker this time. You turned just in time to see him rushing out, dressed sharply in a well-fitted suit, his tie slightly loosened as if he’d just thrown it on. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a clean, crisp fragrance that matched him perfectly.

"Have a good day!" you called after him, your voice soft but sincere as he grabbed his keys and hurried out the door with a quick wave and a grateful smile.

The house grew quiet again, the silence settling around you like a gentle blanket. You made your way to the sofa, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV, hoping the background noise would distract you from the thoughts swirling in your mind. But even as the screen lit up, your mind wandered back to Jongho—the warmth in his voice, the way his smile reached his eyes, and the unexpected comfort of simply being in his space.

After a while, you picked up your phone, aimlessly scrolling through social media to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts in your mind. But your heart sank the moment you opened your messages—there were new texts from your husband.

Curiosity turned to dread as you opened them, only to be met with photos he had sent. Your belongings—clothes, personal items, even sentimental things—were piled carelessly in the garbage. The sight hit you like a punch to the chest, a hollow ache settling deep in your stomach.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you stared at the images, the harsh reality sinking in. He hadn’t just thrown away your things; he’d sent the photos deliberately, as if to provoke a reaction, to remind you of the control he still thought he had over you.

A mix of emotions flooded through you—shock, sadness, and anger tangled together. The warmth and comfort you’d felt just an hour ago were replaced by a crushing weight. But beneath it all, a small, stubborn flame of determination flickered. This is exactly why I’m doing this, you thought, holding onto that fragile thread of strength as you took a deep, shaky breath. You slammed your phone onto the sofa and went to wash your face again.

"You are stronger than this. Don’t let that man control your life anymore," you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and determination. Your fists clenched tightly at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to drown out the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

You found yourself pacing in circles in the bathroom, the confined space amplifying the restless energy building inside. Your chest felt tight, your breathing shallow, the urge to collapse onto the cold floor and let the tears fall pressing heavily against you. But you didn’t. You fought it.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you forced yourself out of the bathroom, walking slowly around Jongho’s apartment. Each step felt like a small victory against the weight trying to pull you down. You ran your fingers along the edges of the furniture, grounding yourself in the quiet, unfamiliar space that somehow felt safer than your own home.

Your eyes drifted toward the main bedroom door, your heart pounding harder. The urge to go inside, to seek comfort in the presence of someone who made you feel seen, was strong. You got closer to where you had was over the doorknob. You decided not to open feeling like it was invading privacy. You went back to the guest room to sleep your emotions off.

As the evening stretched on, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the room, you found yourself glancing at the clock more frequently. It was nearing 8 PM, and you knew Jongho would be home soon. The thought brought an unexpected sense of relief, a comfort you hadn’t realized you’d been craving all day.

Suddenly, you heard the distant sound of a car door shutting. Your heart gave a small, involuntary flutter—you instinctively knew it was Jongho. The familiar noise grounded you, pulling you from the spiral of thoughts that had occupied your mind since the morning.

You shuffled slightly on the sofa, straightening up as if to appear less restless. Your phone was still in your hands, playing funny videos, the sound of laughter from the clips filling the otherwise quiet space. But your focus wasn’t really on the screen anymore.

Footsteps approached the door, steady and familiar. You found yourself holding your breath for a moment, the tension in your chest easing slightly just knowing he was back. Jongho walked in smiling at you seeing you cozied up on the sofa. He took his coat off again glancing softly at you walking towards you sitting down beside you.

"How was work?" you asked, your voice soft but curious as Jongho stepped through the door.

He let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as he set a stack of folders down on the coffee table. "Not well. It’s stressful, but that’s the job—helping couples out of strained marriages," he replied, his tone weary yet laced with a sense of quiet acceptance.

You watched him for a moment, noticing the subtle tension in his posture, the weight of the day still clinging to him.

"I’m going to make a drink," he said, heading toward the kitchen with a tired hum. "Do you want anything?" His voice was casual, but there was something comforting in the simplicity of his offer, like he was trying to create a small moment of normalcy after a long, draining day. You shrug telling him to surprise you since you trust him after all.

Jongho returned from the kitchen, carrying two drinks. He handed one to you before settling down beside you on the sofa, the quiet comfort of his presence filling the space. You took a small sip, the coolness of the drink grounding you as you snuck a glance at him. He took a swig of his, his posture slightly relaxed, but his eyes remained sharp, attentive.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his voice low and genuine.

You hesitated for a moment, the words catching in your throat before spilling out in a shaky breath. "Uhmm… I don’t think I can go home anymore," you whispered, hugging your knees to your chest as if trying to make yourself smaller. "My husband threw all my stuff away, and I have no idea what to do in this situation..."

Jongho’s expression shifted immediately, his jaw tightening, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a flicker of anger. You could tell it pissed him off—not just the situation, but the fact that someone had treated you this way.

"Do you have the photos?" he asked, his voice firmer now, layered with a quiet intensity.

You nodded silently, pulling out your phone with trembling fingers. As you scrolled through your messages and handed the phone to him, his eyes darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line as he stared at the images. The tension in the room grew heavier, but this time it wasn’t yours to carry alone. Jongho was right there, holding some of it with you. He got up and you heard his tone change.

"I’m going to settle this between him and me," Jongho muttered, his jaw clenched, fists tightening with visible frustration. The sharp edge in his voice sent a jolt of fear through you, your eyes widening instinctively.

Without thinking, you shot up from the sofa, quickly reaching for his arm, your touch soft but urgent as you tried to anchor him. "No," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, filled with both fear and pleading.

His tense posture didn’t ease right away, and it made your heart race even more. "This isn’t professional of you, Jongho," you continued, your voice steadying as you tried to regain control of the moment. "Trust me, I’ll be okay. I just… I just need some time to stay here, to figure things out."

You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, afraid of how fierce and unfamiliar he looked in that moment. Your gaze drifted toward the floor, searching for the calm you’d felt earlier.

"Please," you whispered softly, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze again. "Promise me you won’t cause any harm. Just… stay here with me. Support me. Help me get through this divorce. That’s all I need from you right now."

The words hung heavy between you, the tension slowly ebbing as Jongho’s expression softened. His fists loosened, and he took a deep breath, his shoulders dropping slightly. You could see the conflict in his eyes—his desire to protect you battling against the boundaries he needed to keep as your support.

"I promise, Y/N," Jongho whispered softly, his voice low and steady, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room moments ago. He reached for his drink, taking a deep gulp, almost as if trying to wash down the lingering frustration.

You watched him, your heart racing—not from fear this time, but something different, something you couldn’t quite explain. Your eyes met his, and for a brief second, the world felt quiet, like the space between you had shifted. His gaze was intense, not with anger now, but with something deeper, something unspoken.

Your cheeks grew warm, the heat spreading slowly, not just from embarrassment but from the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of the room. You felt your heart thudding softly against your chest, the air suddenly heavier.

"I hate my husband..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, but the weight of those words felt enormous. You weren’t sure if it was the drinks, the vulnerability, or the way Jongho’s eyes held yours like he was seeing right through you—but your body felt like it was on fire, emotions tangled in a way you couldn’t quite untangle.

Jongho remained silent at first, his gaze locked with yours, his expression softening flickered in his eyes—a blend of understanding, sorrow, and perhaps… something more. Without thinking, driven by the heat of the moment, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips to his.

He stiffened slightly, caught off guard, but didn’t pull away. Instead, after a heartbeat’s hesitation, he responded, deepening the kiss with a tenderness that made your heart race. Your arms found their way around each other, holding on as if the world outside didn’t exist.

You could taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his breath, but it didn’t matter. There was something sweet beneath it—raw, real, and intoxicating in its own way. And you wanted more. Craved it. Needed it. Jongho lifted you up and took you to the main bedroom. You knew this was going to end up the way you imagined it for the last day.

Jongho pressed another feathery kiss on your lips before lifting your(his) sweatshirt up exposing your bare chest. He realizes you aren't wearing a bra, and you hear his breathing hitch unexpected from his own and your actions. Jongho kisses you more this time getting heated and sloppy. You unbutton his shirt sliding it off his arms, caressing them as your pull his sleeves off.

"I need you Jongho.." you whisper almost moaning his name. He immediately takes off his pants and pulls your(his) shorts off of you exposing both of your bare-naked bodies.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" Jongho asks but you immediately respond. "I am on the pill. and I am clean." You respond to him.

He nods and tells you he is also clean, soon you felt his palms grab ahold of your waist as he slowly presses the tip of his cock in between your folds. You look deeply into his eyes immediately throwing your head back in pleasure, moaning as he pushes himself in.

"Fuck!" You moan out. Jongho groans at the feeling of your insides wrapping firmly around his cock. He huffs out cursing a bit. You felt waves of pleasure rush through your insides and stomach as he starts moving. You feel completely dizzy from the over pleasured feeling. Jongho starts moving gripping your waist tightly to hold you still.

"You feel so amazing..." You moan slurring your words already feeling drunk off of sex. He thrusts into you as you grip his arms that are on your waist holding you.

"Jongho!" You cry out as he leans down towards you resting one hand over your neck and the other gripping the sheets as he thrusts in and out of you getting rougher with each move.

"Y/N... Fuck..." he curses looking deeply into your eyes pounding into you. "You drive me crazy... You are so fucking beautiful..." he curses. You had your legs wrapped around his waist letting him fuck you as if you were only there for that reason. But little did you know he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Jongho pressed his lips against yours giving you a passionate make out session as he kept moving.

"I just want you..." you moan helplessly looking softly yet deeply aroused in his eyes. You caressed his arms looking lovingly into his eyes. He smirked at your response kissing you lovingly. You moaned into the kisses he was giving you. You soon felt him thrust into a certain spot that made you completely crazy causing you to moan louder and beg for him to keep going.

Throwing your head into the pillows nearly drooling as your mouth stayed open from your loud moans, Jongho rammed into you harder interlocking your fingers with his pressing them over your head. You were fully driven to the edge, and you heard him beg you to cum alongside with him.

"Cum with me Y/N..." he groaned as you dug one hand deep into his palm and the other one deep into his back. You soon were both a moaning mess as you both came.

You were now panting and whining at the feeling of his hot liquid ooze out of your wet sopping cunt. He pulled out and looked down at you panting. Sweat caused his hair stick to his forehead. It was messy and you saw the sweat glistening on his sculpted arms and body. You were slightly turned on even more but was too tired to do another round.

Jongho gently pulled away, his breathing slightly uneven as he looked into your eyes, a mix of emotions flickering behind his gaze. Without saying a word, he stood up and reached for your hand, helping you to your feet with a tenderness that made your heart ache in the best way.

Silently, he guided you to the bathroom, his touch lingering just enough to send a soft warmth through you. Once inside, he opened a cabinet, pulling out a fresh set of clean clothes—an oversized t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts. He placed them neatly on the sink, his fingers brushing against the fabric for a moment before he turned to face you.

"You can take a shower. It’ll help you feel better," he said softly, his voice filled with quiet care.

Then, without lingering, he gave you a small nod and stepped out, gently closing the door behind him to give you privacy. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door, your heart still racing. The bathroom was filled with the faint scent of his cologne, mixed with the warmth of the space.

You turned on the shower, letting the sound of the running water soothe the swirl of thoughts in your mind. As you undressed and stepped under the warm stream, you felt the tension slowly start to melt away, both from your body and your heart. The clean clothes on the sink waited for you like a quiet promise of comfort, wrapped in the simplicity of Jongho’s silent, steady presence.

You got out and got dressed leaving to go to the guest room, but you hear Jongho stop you. "Do you want to sleep with me?" Jongho asks face flustered as he got his own clothes ready to take a shower. You felt your face heat up and accepted the offer by lying down on the bed as he left to the bathroom to take a shower himself. You laid on the bed sinking in immediately as you fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, you slowly woke up, the soft glow of early sunlight seeping through the curtains. For a moment, you were disoriented, caught between the haze of sleep and the warmth cocooning you. Then you felt it—strong, steady arms wrapped around you, pulling you gently into a secure embrace.

Turning your head slightly, your eyes met the peaceful sight of Jongho, still fast asleep. His face was relaxed, the usual tension from work and life smoothed away, his features softened by the quiet serenity of rest. His breath was slow and even, warm against the back of your neck, grounding you in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

His arm rested loosely around your waist, fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of the borrowed shirt you wore. The rise and fall of his chest against your back were soothing, and for a brief moment, everything felt simple—no chaos, no fear, just the comfort of his presence.

You stayed still, not wanting to disturb him, your heart caught somewhere between the warmth of the moment and the weight of everything that had led to it. Despite the uncertainty of what came next, in that quiet morning light, wrapped in Jongho’s arms, you felt something you hadn’t in a long time safe. You knew you had to get up and go to work but you just wanted to stay in bed longer curled up with Jongho.

After a few quiet minutes, you felt Jongho begin to stir. His arm shifted slightly as he woke, lifting it instinctively without realizing he had been holding you. Blinking against the soft morning light, he looked a bit disoriented, his face relaxed with the remnants of sleep.

You turned your head toward him, a gentle smile spreading across your face as your eyes met his.

"Good morning," you whispered softly, your voice filled with warmth and a hint of tenderness.

Jongho’s sleepy eyes met yours, still heavy with sleep. He didn’t say much, just let out a soft hum in response, his lips curling into a faint, sleepy smile. The simplicity of the moment, wrapped in the quiet comfort of just being there with him.

You slowly got up from the bed, careful not to disturb Jongho as he drifted back into a light sleep. The warmth of his presence lingered even after you left his side, wrapping around you like an invisible comfort. You got dressed, going through the familiar motions of your morning routine, though everything felt slightly different—lighter somehow.

As you stepped out the door and headed to work, the usual heaviness settled over you, that familiar dread of facing the day. But today, it wasn’t as overwhelming. Amidst the stress and routine, your mind kept drifting back to Jongho—his sleepy smile, the warmth of his arms around you, and the quiet comfort of just being near him.

For once, it wasn’t the thought of going home that weighed you down. It was the thought of returning to him that pulled you through the day. The idea of walking through his door, seeing his face, hearing his voice—that became the small, bright thread you held onto, hoping it would lead you to something better. Something real.

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AUTHOR NOTE | Hope you all enjoyed! I will be updating this one a lot since I already have like 4/5 chapters done, just waiting for my editor to go through and make changes :)

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Love In a Divorce [Part 2] | C.JH x Reader

SUMMARY | In a strained 10-year marriage, you and your husband decide to get a divorce due to growing tensions. While meeting with your divorce attorney, you unexpectedly develop feelings for him. As the divorce process unfolds, you find yourself in an intimate relationship with the attorney, complicating the situation as you navigate your separation from your ex-husband.

PAIRINGS | Jongho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+

CONTENT WARNINGS | Mentions of Abuse and Manipulation, Relationship Trauma, Toxic Relationship, Alcohol use. (If I missed some please let me know!

WORD COUNT | 4k

AUTHOR NOTE | This is the 2nd part of the story! We are finally getting into Y/N's feelings about Jongho :3c hehe! Hope you enjoyed! (I am a fast writer, look at me go!)

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The next morning, you woke up to an unusually quiet house—your husband wasn’t home. The emptiness felt strange, a lingering sense of unease brushing against the edges of your thoughts, but you pushed it aside. You didn’t want to waste energy worrying, not today.

Rising from bed, you went through your morning routine, getting dressed in a sense of quiet determination. As you glanced at your reflection one last time, you felt a subtle shift inside you—nervous, yes, but also ready.

After gathering your things, you left the house, stopping by your favorite coffee shop to pick up a cup of warmth, hoping it would steady your nerves. Then, without letting your thoughts spiral, you drove straight to your appointment with Jongho, the reality of this new chapter slowly settling in with every mile.

"Hello! I am here for my appointment with Mr. Choi." You spoke to the front desk lady who seemed to be the one who you spoke to on the phone to schedule the appointment. "Yes! I will sign you in and he will be ready to see you in a few." The girl smiled at you, and you went to sit down. Not even 5 minutes go by, and you hear the front desk girl call you over and leads you to Jongho's office.

"Hello." You speak as you walk in, the girl shutting the door behind you leaving you and Jongho alone. He stands up and welcomes you in smiling. You smile back and take a seat in front of his desk.

"So, before we get started, I’m going to walk you through the laws and procedures," Jongho said, settling into his chair with a calm, professional demeanor. He opened his laptop, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard before reaching for a folder filled with neatly organized documents.

"I want you to understand exactly what I do and how we can work together to help you settle this divorce with your soon-to-be ex-husband," he continued, his tone steady and reassuring. The way he spoke made the process feel less overwhelming, like you weren’t facing it alone. You took a deep breath, ready to listen, as Jongho began explaining the steps that would guide you toward the freedom you’d been longing for.

After thoroughly explaining the legal process and procedures, Jongho leaned back slightly, his expression softening. "Have you experienced any financial issues, domestic abuse, or substance abuse problems with your husband?" he asked gently, his tone careful and non-judgmental.

The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. You went silent, your mind racing as memories you’d tried to bury began to resurface—arguments filled with anger, the emotional distance, the manipulation. It was like a flood of everything you’d endured rushing back at once.

Taking a shaky breath, you finally spoke, your voice quiet but steady. You gave Jongho a brief summary of what your relationship had been, the cracks that had grown deeper over time, and the reasons you knew you needed out. You didn’t go into every painful detail, but it was enough to paint the picture of a love that had withered into something unrecognizable.

Jongho listened carefully, his expression filled with genuine empathy. When you finished, he sighed softly and met your gaze. "I’m really sorry to hear that," he said with sincerity, his words carrying a weight of understanding. "But I’m here to help. We’ll get you started on the path to freedom."

Those words settled in your heart like a small, comforting flame, warming the parts of you that had long felt cold and forgotten. For the first time in a while, you felt a glimmer of hope. Jongho writes down the information you give him to keep aside. While he is writing stuff down, you scan the room that has a warm feeling of security and safety.

"Okay, I would need you to give me details about your first bad experience with him." You wanted to be honest it's when you met him. You only fell in love with him because you saw a handsome guy on the outside and didn't care for his personality on the inside. Even when you heard stories of when he was younger, he would verbally abuse and manipulate his own mother. You wish you would have seen and done something before agreeing to get married to him.

As you continued speaking, the weight of your words grew heavier, each memory chipping away at the fragile walls you’d built around your heart. Your voice began to falter, and before you could stop it, tears welled up in your eyes. You fell silent, the emotions overwhelming you, and instinctively looked down, trying to hide the tears as you wiped your face, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

Jongho noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he reached over, gently handing you a tissue, his expression soft and filled with genuine concern. His small gesture carried a quiet reassurance that you weren’t being judged.

You let out a shaky sigh, your voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to get emotional." Jongho shook his head softly, his voice calm and comforting. "You don’t have to apologize. It’s okay. This is hard, and you’ve been carrying a lot. You’re safe here."

His words wrapped around you like a gentle embrace, easing the tension in your chest. For the first time in a long while, it felt okay to just feel—to let the emotions be what they were without having to hide them. As you continued, you finally spoke up about recent events.

A little while later, as the meeting was wrapping up, Jongho offered to schedule your next appointment, explaining that it would focus more on navigating the legal system and helping to ease some of the stress. You nodded in agreement, thanking him sincerely for listening and supporting you through the process before deciding to head back home.

When you arrived home, you carefully tucked away the files Jongho had given you—documents filled with important information about the legal process and the steps to initiate your divorce. Your heart raced slightly as you tried to be discreet. Glancing over, you noticed your husband on the phone, deeply engaged in conversation, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Needing a moment of escape, you quietly slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Your hands trembled slightly as you pulled out your phone, quickly dialing Yeosang’s number. The moment he answered, his familiar voice washing over you, you let out a relieved sigh.

"Hey! I’m glad you picked up," you breathed, your voice soft but filled with the tension you’d been holding in all day.

"How was your meeting with Jongho?" Yeosang asked, his tone gentle yet curious, clearly wanting to know how it went.

You sank down onto the closed toilet seat, your back against the cool wall, and began telling him everything. You shared the details of the meeting—Jongho’s calm explanations, the overwhelming emotions that crept in, and the heavy yet hopeful feeling of taking the first real steps toward freedom. Yeosang listened quietly, his occasional hums of acknowledgment and soft words of encouragement letting you know he was there, even if just through the phone.

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, thankful to have such a supportive friend like Yeosang. Needing an escape from the suffocating atmosphere at home, you hesitated for a moment before asking, "Hey, do you think we could hang out tonight? I just… I really need to get out of the house. My husband’s glued to it like always."

There was a brief pause on the other end, Yeosang seemingly unsure. Then he finally replied, his voice a little hesitant, "Well, Jongho, Yunho, and I were planning to go out for dinner. You can totally join us, but… it might feel a little awkward for you since, y’know…" His words trailed off into a soft cough, mumbling the last part so quietly you couldn’t quite catch it.

You didn’t think twice about it. "I don’t mind," you said quickly, brushing off any potential awkwardness. "Honestly, whatever helps me get out of the house sounds perfect." Yeosang let out a small chuckle, his tone softening. "Alright, I’ll text you the details. See you soon."

You stepped out of the bathroom, only to find your husband sprawled on the couch, deep asleep and snoring loudly. You sighed, rolling your eyes in frustration, the familiar annoyance bubbling up. How can someone be so lazy, you thought, doing nothing to support me or even help around the house? Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone, not even bothering to wake him. Your fingers moved quickly as you typed out a message:

"Hey, I’m going out with Yeosang and some friends tonight. Just a heads-up—I’ll have my phone on Do Not Disturb, so don’t bother texting or calling. I don’t need any stress or problems tonight."

You hit send, slipping your phone into your pocket with a quiet sense of relief. It felt good to set that boundary, even if it was small. Tonight was about you—your space, your freedom, and the people who actually made you feel seen.

You got ready, choosing an outfit that made you feel comfortable yet confident, a small act of self-care amid the chaos. After grabbing your things, you left the house without looking back, the tension easing with every mile as you drove to the bar where Yeosang and his friends were waiting.

The moment you walked in, the dim lights and hum of conversation wrapping around you, Yeosang spotted you right away. His face lit up with a warm smile as he waved you over. "Hey! Glad you made it," he greeted, gently guiding you through the crowd to where they were sitting at the bar.

You slid onto an empty stool, your eyes drifting over to Jongho, who was already halfway through his drink. He gave you a small nod of acknowledgment, his usual composed demeanor relaxed just slightly in the casual setting. The atmosphere felt lighter than you expected, the buzz of laughter and music offering a much-needed distraction.

As you settled into the seat between Jongho and Yeosang, Jongho leaned in slightly, his voice low and gentle. "Are you feeling better?" he asked, his eyes flickering with genuine concern.

You gave a small nod, offering a faint smile as you signaled the bartender to take your drink order. The chatter of the bar buzzed around you, blending with the sound of glasses clinking and laughter from nearby tables.

Across from you, Yunho was completely absorbed in the basketball game playing on the TV, his focus unwavering. But Yeosang? He wasn’t nearly as subtle. You caught him glancing at you with a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, clearly noticing how your eyes kept drifting toward Jongho.

You couldn’t help it—Jongho looked effortlessly good under the warm bar lighting. The way his hair was slicked back, his jawline catching the glow, and the slight crease in his brow as he focused on his drink—it all pulled your attention without you even realizing. Yeosang’s knowing look made you roll your eyes playfully, but deep down, you couldn’t deny it. Jongho had definitely caught your interest.

Yeosang winked at you pointing his eyes at Jongho suggesting you talk to him. You felt your face heat up as you realized Yeosang knew how you were starting to feel. Jongho sighed asking the bartender another drink as he finished his last one. You just started your drink already feeling the strong taste hit you in the face.

"Oh my god. I don't think that was a good idea." You scrunch your nose sticking your tongue out playfully. Yeosang laughs at your reaction teasing you. "Oh, what do you usually like?" Jongho asked, his tone casual but laced with genuine curiosity as he glanced over at you.

You hummed softly, thinking for a moment before answering honestly, "I don’t usually drink, but when I do, I stick to margaritas or iced drinks." You smiled, feeling a little shy about the simplicity of your choice.

Jongho nodded, his lips curling into a warm, easy smile. "Everyone has their own tastes," he replied, his gaze lingering on you just a second longer than expected.

That simple smile did something you weren’t prepared for. You felt your face heat up, a soft flush creeping across your cheeks. It was subtle, but undeniable. There was something about the way he looked at you—calm, confident, and unbothered by the noise around you—that made your heart skip, even if just for a moment. Yeosang tapped your knee with his knee suggesting you keep talking to him, but you couldn't.

Feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks, you nervously reached for your phone, pretending to check the time while also giving yourself a reason to break away from Jongho’s gaze. As you glanced at the screen, your heart instantly sank.

Five missed calls. Multiple texts. All from your husband.

A cold wave of anxiety washed over you, replacing the brief comfort you’d felt moments ago. Your mind raced, heart pounding as the worst-case scenarios flooded in—Did something happen? Is he angry? Did he find the files? The room felt louder, the chatter and clinking glasses now a distant hum against the rush of your thoughts.

Yeosang glanced over, his playful expression fading as he noticed the shift in your demeanor. Jongho, too, seemed to sense the tension, his casual smile replaced with quiet concern. Yunho's eyes were still glued to the TV.

You swallowed hard, your fingers hovering over your screen, unsure whether to open the messages or leave them unread, afraid of what you might see. You glanced up, catching both Jongho and Yeosang watching you with quiet concern etched on their faces. Forcing a small, strained smile, you quickly reassured them, "It’s okay, really. Nothing to worry about."

But the tightness in your chest betrayed your words. No matter how hard you tried to push the anxiety aside, your mind kept circling back to those missed calls and unread messages. The worry grew heavier with each passing second, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

With a shaky breath, you finally gave in, unlocking your phone and opening the text messages from your husband. You read the threats he has sent you and you felt your breathing get faster as you slowly started panicking when you see the photos of your husband finding the divorce files and paperwork.

Jongho stood up and walked over to you, his expression filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

You quickly shoved your phone into your pocket, staring down at your hands as they trembled. A lump formed in your throat, and you fought hard to push the overwhelming emotions deep into the pit of your stomach, trying to keep yourself from breaking down.

Your voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper. "Yeosang… is it okay if I stay with you tonight? I don’t think I have enough money for a hotel…" You stuttered, your words fragile, carrying the weight of everything you’d been holding back. Yunho finally turned his head from the TV towards you then Yeosang.

"If you want, I have a guest room you can stay in," Jongho offered gently, his voice filled with genuine care. "Only if you feel comfortable, of course. I just want to make sure you’re safe."

You looked up at him, your heart softening at the kindness in his eyes. "Thank you… I really appreciate it," you replied quietly, feeling a small sense of relief. After a brief pause, you nodded. "I’d like that. Thank you, Jongho."

With the tension slightly eased, the four of you shifted the conversation, letting the night flow into lighthearted chatter and casual banter. Yeosang cracked a few jokes, Yunho stayed animated about the basketball game, and Jongho occasionally threw in dry comments that made you chuckle despite yourself.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt the stress begin to fade, even if just temporarily. Their presence was grounding, keeping your mind distracted from the heaviness you’d carried with you.

After sharing a few more drinks and light conversation with your friends, you finally left the bar, following Jongho to his place. The drive was quiet, giving you a moment to breathe and collect your scattered thoughts. When you arrived, you pulled up just as Jongho was parking his car.

Stepping out, you glanced around, taking in the sight of his home. It was surprisingly nice—modern yet cozy, with warm lights glowing softly through the windows, giving it an inviting feel. As you walked toward the door, Jongho unlocked it and held it open for you.

The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted by a fresh, clean scent, a subtle mix of something earthy and calming, like cedarwood and a hint of citrus. The space was neat, well-kept, and minimalistic, yet it had a warmth that made it feel lived in.

"You’ve got a really nice place," you murmured, your voice soft but genuine as you glanced around, feeling a strange sense of comfort, you hadn’t expected.

Jongho gave a small smile, shrugging slightly. "Thanks. I try to keep it peaceful—it helps after long days at work." You nodded, taking a deep breath. The weight you’d been carrying all day felt just a little bit lighter.

You glanced over at Jongho as he shrugged off his coat, revealing a crisp white button-up that fit him perfectly, subtly outlining the lean definition of his frame. Your face grew warm again, and you quickly looked away, brushing off the unexpected thoughts.

You made your way to the sofa, plopping down with a soft sigh, letting the comfort of the cushions ease some of the tension in your body. Your eyes wandered around his living room, taking in the clean, minimalist decor with thoughtful touches—framed photos, neatly stacked books, and soft lighting that gave the space a cozy, inviting feel.

Jongho walked over, his expression softening as he sat across from you. "So… was everything okay?" he asked gently, his voice low and sincere, clearly wanting an honest answer.

You hesitated for a moment, staring down at your hands before meeting his gaze, feeling the weight of the question settle between you both.

"Not really, my husband found the files of the divorce papers and blew up at my phone..." You sigh. Jongho sat back on the sofa next to you. "I am sorry about that. Can I see the messages?" he asks. You are hesitant at first but give in anyways. He scrolls and keeps them in his mind.

"I need them for proof to show later on. It’ll help your case in the long run," Jongho said, his voice firm but controlled, though the frustration was clear in his expression. You could see it in the way his jaw tensed slightly, his brows furrowing as he processed everything, you’d told him about your husband.

It wasn’t just professional concern—it was personal, too. The way your husband had been treating you clearly didn’t sit right with him. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly, trying to keep his composure for your sake.

"I just hate seeing you go through this," he added quietly, his tone softening as he looked at you, his frustration shifting into genuine concern. "But we’ll make sure it’s handled properly. You deserve better than this."

Those words lingered, comforting in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. Jongho sat up and handed your phone back to you. You slid the phone in your pocket just wanting to forget what your husband said to you. Jongho offers you if you want anything to drink but you just hum a 'no'. Jongho comes back with a glass and sits in front of you.

"I want you to try this," Jongho said, his voice a bit softer now, trying to ease the tension in the room. "You mentioned earlier that you liked iced drinks. It’s a bit sweet for my taste, but it was my mom’s favorite. She used to ask me to make it for her whenever she visited."

The warmth in his voice and the nostalgic smile tugging at the corner of his lips managed to lighten the mood just a little. You couldn’t help but smile back, touched by the small gesture.

You reached for the glass, bringing it close to take in the aroma—a subtle blend of fruity and fresh with a hint of something floral. It was comforting in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Taking a small sip, the sweetness hit your tongue, perfectly balanced with a refreshing coolness that made you hum softly in approval.

"This is really good," you said, smiling genuinely this time. "I can see why your mom loved it." Jongho chuckled softly, a relaxed look crossing his face. "Yeah, she had good taste." You set the glass down and mainly talk with Jongho all night about both of your pasts.

"Have you ever thought about getting married?" you asked, your curiosity genuine. "I know you’re a divorce lawyer, but with all the broken relationships you see, have you ever thought about marriage for yourself?"

Jongho let out a soft sigh, pausing for a moment before glancing at you, then shifting his gaze to the floor.

"Well," he began, adjusting the sleeves of his shirt with practiced ease, "I haven’t been in a relationship since high school. The girl I liked back then chose someone else… a guy who, well, wasn’t exactly stable. Nothing too extreme, but he definitely needed help."

As he spoke, you found yourself slowly drifting off—not from boredom but lost in quiet admiration. The way he carried himself, the calmness in his voice, and the subtle confidence in his movements drew you in. His thoughtful expression, paired with the soft lighting, made him seem effortlessly composed, and for a brief moment, you felt your heart warm up just by looking at him.

You let out a soft yawn, feeling the exhaustion finally catch up with you. Jongho noticed right away, his gaze shifting to you with gentle concern.

"Do you want to head to bed?" he asked quietly, his voice low and considerate.

You nodded softly, stifling another yawn as you stretched slightly. Jongho stood up and offered his hand to help you, his touch warm and grounding. He guided you to the guest room, the quiet footsteps echoing softly in the hallway.

As soon as you reached the bed, you sank into it with a relieved sigh, the mattress cradling your tired body. A fuzzy warmth settled in your chest and head, a mix of fatigue and something else comfort, maybe even a bit of safety.

Jongho lingered at the door for a moment, his hand resting lightly on the doorframe. "If you need clothes, there are some in the closet. They’re men’s sizes, though," he added with a small smile.

You nodded again, your eyelids already growing heavy. "Good night," he murmured softly before quietly closing the door, leaving you wrapped in the comforting stillness of the room.

You slowly got up, feeling a bit lightheaded from the drinks, your movements slightly unsteady. The quiet of the room wrapped around you like a blanket, but the lingering fuzziness in your head made it hard to fully relax. You wandered over to the closet, sliding the door open to find a few neatly hung clothes.

Your fingers brushed against a baggy sweatshirt, soft to the touch, and a pair of men’s shorts. Without overthinking it, you grabbed them and slipped them on. The sweatshirt hung loosely on you, the sleeves slightly covering your hands, while the shorts were comfortably roomy.

The moment the fabric settled against your skin; a wave of unexpected comfort washed over you. It wasn’t just the coziness of the clothes—it was the faint, familiar scent clinging to them. A mix of clean laundry with a subtle hint of something uniquely Jongho—maybe his cologne, something earthy and warm.

You couldn’t help but smile softly to yourself, feeling an unexpected warmth in your chest. The clothes felt like a gentle hug, grounding you more than you’d anticipated. As you sank back onto the bed, wrapped in the oversized sweatshirt, you realized it wasn’t just the fabric that made you feel cozy—it was the quiet comfort of being in a space where, for once, you felt safe. You slowly fell asleep on the bed in ease.

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Wow! Long chapter! I am sorry there is still no heated smutty moments yet.... But I promise you they are coming! You have finally developed feelings for Jongho and I can't guarantee but maybe... MAYBE next chapter will have smut (more towards the end...) I usually don't like leaving chapters more than 5k words... Anyways! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you want to be tagged next one (or only for the smutty chapter.... Let me know... 👀