yunpupu

[yunpupu]

his nose too like I would rub it on my clit

Crafted by the hands of gods to be covered in hickeys and bite marks i dont make the rules

[yunpupu]

Accidentally Yours | j.yh

Chapter 1 : The Roommate Rulebook

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pairing : roommate! yunho x roommate! reader

genre : fluff, comedy, smut (warning : 16+)

word count : 2.1k

synopsis : You and Yunho move in together as roommates, trying to keep things strictly platonic. Cue hilarious misunderstandings, late-night snacks, and a slow build of tension.

masterlist | chapter 2

If your life had a genre, it’d be something like “tragicomedy”—except you weren’t laughing right now.

You stood outside an apartment complex, suitcase in one hand, tote bag slipping off your shoulder, and pure, unfiltered regret bubbling in your chest. You read over the text from your best friend Soojin one more time, praying this wasn’t a setup.

"You’re gonna love him!! He’s super chill, clean, respectful, and barely even home, lol. It's literally the perfect roommate."

You weren’t sure what you expected from the guy Soojin called “literally the perfect roommate,” but it definitely wasn’t… this.

Because when the door swung open, you were greeted by a guy standing barefoot in pajama pants and an oversized hoodie, eating cereal straight from the box with a spoon. Like a gremlin that just crawled out of a sitcom.

He blinked at you with big, round eyes. “Uh… are you the new roommate?”

You stared. “Are you Yunho?”

He smiled. Wide. Way too bright for someone who was holding a cereal box like it was a life partner. “Yep, that’s me! Sorry, I thought you were the delivery guy. I ordered dumplings like, an hour ago.”

You stepped inside slowly, eyes darting around the apartment.

It wasn’t awful. Lived-in, sure. A few shoes scattered at the doorway, a jacket draped over the couch, a suspicious-looking sock on the dining table, and—wait.

“Why is there a sock next to the soy sauce?”

Yunho looked over his shoulder, mouth still full of cereal. “Oh, that’s… huh. I actually have no idea.”

You exhaled, dragging your suitcase in with you. Soojin was so going to hear about this.

The next few hours were a blur of awkward introductions, chaotic energy, and the slow realization that you had willingly moved in with a walking contradiction.

Jeong Yunho was tall. Like, stupidly tall. He moved like a puppy who hadn’t grown into his limbs yet—light on his feet but constantly knocking things over. He greeted you with a sleepy smile and helped carry your suitcase to your room, nearly decapitating himself on the doorframe in the process.

“I put some fresh sheets on the bed earlier,” he said as he helped you settle in. “They’re probably wrinkle city, though.”

You turned to him, arms crossed. “Be honest—do you even know how to use a washing machine?”

“I know how to aggressively press buttons and hope for the best,” he replied proudly. “Which works 70% of the time.”

You groaned.

He just grinned wider.

By day two, you had started making a mental list of Yunho's Habits :

1. He talked to inanimate objects. “C’mon, toaster, don’t do me dirty today.”

2. He sang everything. Whether he was washing dishes, folding laundry, or just walking around the apartment, he narrated his life like he was starring in a musical.

3. He danced in socks. No music is required.

4. He forgot basic things—like closing the fridge door or wearing matching socks—but somehow remembered that your coffee order was always “oat milk, one pump vanilla, extra hot.”

You were in the kitchen making toast on day three when he waltzed in wearing a Pikachu hoodie.

“Morning!” he chirped, voice obnoxiously cheerful for 8 a.m. “There’s a pigeon outside our window that looks like he’s plotting something. Just thought you should know.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “That’s the third time you’ve accused a bird of having criminal intent.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

Despite everything… he was weirdly easy to live with.

Sure, he was messy in the way a hurricane was messy. And yes, he once accidentally left the oven on for two hours because he got distracted by a TikTok rabbit hole. But he was also thoughtful in ways that completely caught you off guard.

Like when you came home from a long day and found he’d made you a grilled cheese sandwich “because you looked emotionally hungry.”

Or when he offered to pause his game just to listen to you rant about your annoying coworker for twenty minutes.

And there were the Post-it notes.

By day four, they started showing up—on your mirror, your laptop, even your snack drawer.

“You’re doing great, sweetie.”

“Remember : coffee = life.”

“Kick today’s butt. Or at least flick it gently.”

You started saving them. Tucking them into your notebook like confetti pieces of unexpected joy.

Things escalated the night of the Survival Celebrities Jungle Edition incident.

You were curled up on the couch with your laptop, watching a crime documentary and trying not to scream at the suspect’s stupidity. Yunho appeared out of nowhere, plopping down next to you with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a sparkly headband in the other.

“Want in on greatness?” he asked, waving the remote. “This show’s got everything—drama, snakes, someone crying over a missing shoe…”

You shook your head. “I’m good.”

He leaned in. “C’mon. Just one episode. It’s art.”

You hesitated.

Then he pulled The Look.

The wide eyes. The slightly tilted head. The pout that belonged in a drama poster.

“…Fine,” you muttered.

He let out a triumphant whoop, flopping sideways until his head landed on the backrest behind you. His shoulder brushed yours.

You tried to ignore the way your skin tingled at the contact.

“Welcome to trash TV heaven,” he whispered dramatically.

And then started narrating every dramatic moment with a running commentary that had you choking on laughter.

By the end of the episode, you were crying from giggling too hard and Yunho was dramatically mimicking a contestant sobbing over a cracked coconut.

Later that night, while brushing your teeth, you found another Post-it on the bathroom mirror.

“Thanks for watching trash TV with me. You laugh like bubble wrap popping. It’s cute.”

You stared at it for a full minute.

Then you smiled, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in your chest.

The turning point came the morning of your big work presentation.

You woke up feeling anxious, mentally rehearsing your slides as you brewed coffee. Yunho padded into the kitchen, hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped.

He blinked sleepily at you. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly. “Just… big day.”

Without a word, he took your mug and added two ice cubes. “So you don’t burn your tongue and curse in front of your boss,” he said, handing it back with a sleepy grin.

You blinked.

He shuffled to the fridge. “Also… I may have accidentally finished your oat milk last night. But I bought more. Three cartons.”

“…Three?”

He opened the fridge dramatically.

Three cartons sat in a neat row, each one decorated with a Post-it:

“For the boss babe.”

“Don’t forget you’re a badass.”

“You smell nice (not in a weird way).”

You burst out laughing.

He beamed. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

When you got home that night, brain fried and heels in your hand, Yunho met you at the door with takeout and a victory dance.

“How’d it go?” he asked, hopping on one foot like a caffeinated flamingo.

You collapsed on the couch. “I crushed it. Also, I never want to look at a pie chart again.”

He handed you a dumpling. “Then let’s celebrate with food and absolutely zero productivity.”

As you both sat on the floor eating noodles straight from the container, you realized something horrifying.

You liked living with him.

Like… really liked it.

Even when he wore mismatched socks and talked to the rice cooker.

Even when he made your organized, peaceful world feel like a carnival on wheels.

Because underneath all the chaos and glitter and ridiculous jokes, Yunho was warm. Safe. Funny. Kind in a way that made you want to lean closer and stay there.

And as he reached over to steal your last dumpling, grinning with sauce on his cheek, you caught yourself smiling again.

You were in trouble.

Big, oat-milk-buying, Post-it-writing, tall-guy trouble.

[yunpupu]

I'm sobbing this is so cute

EIGHT FIRST DATES ꨄ︎

008 》 JEONG YUNHO

after a long awaited talk, yunho wants only one thing from you. do you accept or deny the one thing that will change the trajectory of both your lives forever?

~14k | gut wrenching fluff

today is the day. you don’t want to open your eyes. 

so you don’t. instead, you let your mind drift in your half-asleep state, wondering how the fuck everything has gotten so twisted. it still feels unreal, the idea of yunho loving you, but it’s real– and you still can’t seem to feel optimistic. you scrunch your eyebrows together as reality slams down onto you in the form of a weight on your chest, sitting heavy, pushing you further into your mattress. 

yunho loves you, and you have openly gone on several dates he knows about, even more that he doesn’t know about. yunho loves you, and you’ve openly been talking about many men to him. yunho loves you, and you hooked up with someone at the same place he was at, while ignoring your feelings, ignoring his. 

right, this was your fault. you were the common denominator here, the moment you lied to your cousins everything had gotten messy, or maybe it was when you downloaded tinder. poor decisions, one after another, your brain has been fogged over since the beginning of october. if you’d just opened your eyes, seen things for how they were, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

for the first time in two months, you think you might be thinking clearly, and the realization slices through you like a blade to your flesh. ace was right, you had been acting selfishly, saturday could have gone so differently if you had trusted your gut, if you allowed yourself to believe what your feelings were telling you. because they were telling you– you think they had been telling you for a long time, hell, even yunho had been telling you himself for a long time. when he dropped you off for that first date with hyunjin there was something in the air between you, and you’re not blind, you’re not stupid. could you blame all of this on fear?

and the worst part, yunho doesn’t even seem angry at you. you ignored him for five days after he told you he loved you, and you still ignored him like he was nothing to you. he’d be silly to have any sort of feelings lingering for you at this point.

when your comforter starts to feel heavier than your chest you drag yourself out of bed without your phone, not even checking the time before you’re carrying yourself and this weight down your staircase, eyes still swollen and hooded with sleep. the smell of coffee brings you to your kitchen, where out of all people, matt is standing at the island. 

thin reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, a long, silk navy blue robe hanging off his body, slippers on his feet. you would groan if you had the energy, but you don’t. 

“tiny?” he questions when he hears your footsteps, staring at you in disbelief as you round the corner of the island. “you’re up early.” 

you grumble, not any words but just a muffled sound as you walk to the coffee maker, pouring what’s left into a mug. you bring it to your lips, the bitter taste feeling deserved as the scalding temperature hits your tongue, you’d do without the oat milk for today. you take a step back, letting your body hit the island, head hanging low, nearly below your shoulders. 

“you okay?” matt asks from behind you, concern clear in his voice, the inflection of his words. you didn’t want to answer, but at this point you don’t think you have a choice. there’s no one else down here to interrupt, to save you from the interaction. 

“fine,” a short answer, your tone leaves no opening for him to ask any further questions— but matt is matt, so he does. eight years of being your stepdad, of you not giving an inch, of him still expecting a mile.

“did something happen?” he asks, rounding the corner so he comes into view. he pushes his glasses up into his hair, black and straight yet messy from sleep, you wonder what time it is. you had two options: you could lie and say no, blame it on exhaustion and kill the conversation where it was. or, you could talk to him— and for some reason, whether it be the time or purely circumstantial, something is tugging at you to opt for the latter. 

seonghwa crosses your mind. you’re lucky to have another father figure, and it sounds like he’s still trying to be one after almost ten years of you pushing him away. take it from someone who’s dad never gave a fuck about him, if he wants to be in your life, you should let him.

“what do you think about yunho?” you ask, raising your head to actually look at him when you ask the question. he blinks for a second, mouth opening and closing like a fish, clearly taken aback by your question. you raise your eyebrows in expectation, waiting for an answer, impatiently at that.

“i—” he starts, then closes his mouth again. he smiles, “i think yunho’s a great kid. smart, good head on his shoulders, comes from a great family.” 

you purse your lips, stretching your mouth to scrunch at the left side of your face. that wasn’t the answer you were looking for, maybe you should try a different question. you look down at your mug, eyebrows furrowing as you stare at the black liquid swirling against the cream colored ceramic. “what do you think about yunho… for me?” 

you look up at him again slowly, feeling shy, of all things. matt looks flabbergasted, like that’s the last question he’d ever expect from you, but he quickly covers it with another smile. this one feels warmer, not performative, but genuine. 

“i think he’s perfect for you,” he says it so simply, like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. “you’ve been close for so long, he understands you, knows how to treat you.” 

you give him a slow nod, then bring your attention back to your mug, thinking. he could have stopped there, but because matt is matt, he kept going instead, “you have a stronger personality than he does, and he’d encourage you to shine brighter than you ever would on your own, but his will is strong enough to keep you grounded. he’s always been gentler with you than the others, always kept his eye on you when your brother didn’t, always defended you when you aren’t there to do it yourself. you know how the moms are.” 

you let a sound of amusement out through your nose, you know how the moms are all too well. matt chuckles too because he’s been the victim more than once, especially after your dad passed, the comments that the moms made about him were brutal— those insults you could get behind, though. you fall into silence for a moment, his fingers hitting the island, and you hear his lips part to speak again. part of you wishes you never opened your mouth. 

“did something happen between you two?” 

you pause for a moment. yunho had replied to your texts within minutes, yes of course we can, what time? and i’ll be over as soon as i wake up. so willing to make up with you, so selfless, you didn’t deserve any of it. yes, something happened, and it was all your fault. the room started to feel smaller.

the weight in your chest that you carried from your bedroom, the self deprecating thoughts, the tightness in every one of your muscles, everything seemed to let loose. tears hit your hands before you realized you were crying, verbal choked noises coming from your lips, you released a sob that was trapped so deep in your throat it was loud. 

matt didn’t seem to know what to do. he took the coffee mug from your hands, setting it down on the island, and your hands came up to cover your face, sobs racking through your body. matt’s hands were raised, hovering over you as if you were emitting a force, a barrier he couldn’t push through. 

his hand finally hit your shoulder after a few more sobs, giving it a few awkward pats before he felt comfortable rubbing your back, his hand moving in languid circles. it felt weird, yet comforting— seok matthew, your stepdad of eight years who you had never even hugged, was now comforting you as you cried, without giving him any context. you’ve never let him in, not once, what made this time different?

he didn’t ask any questions, didn’t say anything, but instead let you release. he stood next to you, awkwardly rubbing your back, supporting you by being present, and it’s exactly what you needed. support, stability, company. 

when your cries died down to sniffles and your eyes were damn near swollen shut, you spoke first. your voice came out rough, voice high pitched and strained, “i think i fucked up with yunho, really bad.” 

“it can’t be that bad,” matt tries to make you feel better, his voice encouraging and light. you weren’t sure if you’ve ever been this close to him before. “you’ve been friends since you were in diapers, teens.” 

“he told me he loved me.” you finally pull your hands from your face, needing his reaction, the truth behind whatever he’d say to make you feel better.

his eyes widened, his mouth parting to an o shape. he mutters oh shit under his breath, and you nod. oh shit is right. 

“i didn’t think he had it in him,” he puts his hand on his hip, “he’s been looking at you with those sad, puppy dog eyes since you were what? eighteen? seventeen?” 

he mimics the face and you choke out a laugh, which sounds more like another sob than a laugh. you frown, “did everyone really see it except for me?” 

“you had more important things on your mind,” he shrugs as if it was nothing. “school, becoming a teacher, your future. you’re a busy girl, and he knows that just as well as we do.” 

“but— all the dates i’ve been going on,” your bottom lip quivers again, “he’s heard every single detail. how can he still love me after all of that?” 

“it probably made him love you more,” all you can hear is honesty from him, and it threatens to freak you out more. how can you accept that yunho sees you for exactly who you are, all your mistakes, all your weaknesses, and still loves you anyway? “men are stupid, tiny, they see a potential threat and start to think they’re running out of time. your interest in other men probably just made him confess sooner.” 

“you think so?” you ask, silent tears falling down your cheeks, hot against your skin, much like your coffee against your tongue just minutes earlier. 

he nods with his eyes closed, like this was the only truth. the only answer. you shake your head, disbelief shooting through you, but matt had no reason to lie, and you knew he wouldn’t hold anything back. he never has before.

his eyes are kind as he looks down at you, “whether you want him back or not, you’ll make it out the other end, you’ve known each other too long to let something like this destroy your friendship.” you nod, still only half believing him, so he adds, “who knows, he might end up being the one you bring to thanksgiving.” 

you smile, his words hitting exactly where they needed to, “karina and sakura are gonna be sick when they see him.” 

matt smiles wide, success written all over his face, a feeling you shared with him because this exchange undoubtedly felt like progress. something you never experienced or expected, didn’t think you needed, something you never wanted— you should really shoot seonghwa a text sometime. 

when your eyes finally glaze over the clock on the stove you realize it’s six thirty in the fucking morning. no wonder matt was so confused, why no one else was awake, not even your mother. she was always up at the ass crack of dawn, too. 

she woke up shortly after your conversation with matt in the kitchen, hair and makeup already done by the time she reached the living room, body still clad in silk pajamas. you were sitting on the couch, matt on the recliner, the news channel playing on the tv— not that you were paying attention. your mother sat next to you without a word, pulling out her phone after putting her reading glasses on, tuning out the sound of the tv entirely. 

even if your conversation with matt made you feel better about your relationship with yunho, the stress of having the conversation with him still hung over your head. you tried to dissociate, let your mind run blank as you stared at the tv, and it was truly working until it wasn’t. you hadn’t even fully figured out your own feelings yet, but maybe you didn’t have to, maybe that’s what this conversation was for. fuck around and find out, right?

──────  ꨄ︎

“i think you should wake her up.” 

“but she looks so peaceful.”

“peaceful? she’s fighting demons in her dreams, nothing about her is at peace right now.”

you crack one eye open. with confusion sweeping through you, you take in your surroundings, you don’t even know when your eyes closed for you to be waking up on your couch right now. your three best friends and your twin stood two feet away from you, huddled together talking about you like they did when you were little, the sight brings a small smile to your face. they were talking too loudly for you to sleep through it, which they always have, you’d think a decade later they would have learned by now. when your gaze cracks down on yunho, both eyes shoot open– in gray sweatpants and a deep brown hoodie, the pair was much too baggy to show his strong thighs or his muscled torso, your stomach drops. 

he’s here. you haven’t seen him in days. 

the first thought that crosses your mind– what the hell do i look like right now?! your body is curled up on the couch, legs bent beneath you, one arm under your head, you were probably drooling onto the velvety surface by now, and he’s here?!

you sit up straight in surprise and slight embarrassment, rubbing the back of your hand across your mouth, uncurling your legs from your body, eyes wide and body rigid. you try to smooth out your bedhead as your movement catches in their peripherals, and yeosang is the first to speak, a wide smile on his face. “oh, look at that! sleeping beauty!”

“let down your hair,” san adds theatrically, as if he was finishing yeosang’s sentence.

“that’s rapunzel, dumbass,” yeosang grumbles, smacking san’s arm. 

you wish you could hear them, because you probably would have laughed, but your eyes have been trained on yunho since you opened them, and he’s finally meeting your gaze. comfort is always swimming around in his big brown eyes, they usually help to soothe your nerves, to calm your heart rate– this time they did no such thing. you look away too fast, finding your tv stand, the deep oak suddenly much more interesting. 

“okay… i guess we’ll… leave you to it?” yeosang finally catches your ear, you watch him grab both san and ace’s arms, pulling them in the direction of your basement– it was clear they were talking to the two of you, and you were too locked into your staring match to realize. when your eyes meet yunho’s again, you can feel the tension in the air, the awkwardness, it’s painful. this might be the first time you’ve ever felt awkward around him in your life. 

yunho scrunches his lips, looking down to the ground– he doesn’t know what to do either. you let out a shaky breath when you hear three pairs of footsteps walking down your basement steps, pissed at yourself for napping when you could have planned for this. first and foremost, you need to see what you look like. 

“wanna go upstairs?” you ask, meeting his eyes again, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. 

“you mean like, up to your room?” he asks, clarifying, as if going up to your room was a big deal. you supposed everything was different now. 

you tilt your head, uneasy in your own answer, “yes? unless you want to risk my mom and matt hearing the whole thing.”

he nods, “no, yeah. your room, okay, that’s fine.”

you stand on weak legs, fuck, maybe you were more nervous than you thought. this was unknown territory for both of you, there has never been this much weirdness between you, ever. it was clear you were both feeling it. 

he follows you upstairs, and when you get to your room, you make him wait in the doorway so you can quickly make your bed. after making sure your comforter is spread evenly and your pillows are placed where they’re supposed to, you turn to him, “i’m gonna go wash my face and brush my teeth really quick, i’ll be right back.”

he nods silently, sitting down at the foot of your bed, stiff and uncomfortable and weird. you try to shake off the feeling as you reach your bathroom, finally getting a glimpse of yourself. you gasp at the mirror, if you ignoring him for five days didn’t make him lose feelings for you, your appearance definitely did. skin dry and dull from lack of skincare, eyes swollen from your meltdown this morning, a line of crusted drool on your chin from your nap. you sigh, this was already worse than you could have imagined.

you tried to come up with something as you washed your face and brushed your teeth, a game plan to distract you from the anxiety about the conversation waiting for you in the other room. there were no excuses to be made, no rebuttals to be had, you fucked up and made this so much messier than it needed to be. you need to apologize, everything else can come after. 

everything else… everything else was the unknown– how long has yunho had feelings for you? when he said he loved you, what exactly did he mean? what did he want? you wish you had all the answers so you could sort out your thoughts, but you supposed there was no preparing for a conversation like this. every reaction yunho would receive from you would be the honest truth, no more hiding. no more ignoring.

it was weird seeing yunho sitting so stiff in your bed instead of lounging out like he usually did– long, lanky body sprawled out across your comforter, feet hanging off the edges. seeing him sit straight up with his legs hung over the edge felt so wrong. he made a dip in your perfectly laid white comforter, the fuzzy throw blanket laid on top sat crumpled beneath him. baby pink sheets lived under it all, too many pillows, your bed was your haven, your safe space, your entire room was. it’s a space that you keep clean and tidy because you respect it, how it helps you, the peace it gives you.

you really needed the peace as you crawl over the bed, sitting with your legs criss-crossed at the top, back leaning into your pillows. you grab your favorite throw pillow, holding it on your lap, letting your fingers mindlessly play with the frayed seams as you glance at yunho who was still wearing the same uneasy look as he had when you left him.

both of you in sweats, wearing uneasy faces and hearts beating a mile a minute, both sitting in the weird, uncomfortable silence. you’re sitting farther apart than usual, the space between you feeling heavy, charged with the words you need to say. he stared at his lap, letting his fingers twist together, picking at his cuticles. you assumed he would have started first, needing to get everything off his chest, but he seemed just as unsure as you did. like he didn’t know where to begin. 

yunho was internally panicking, and he knows it’s obvious. his heart is thumping against his chest, he could feel his throat jumping, he didn’t know where to start– he had so much to say, but he didn’t want to scare you, he didn’t want to push you away any more than he already has. he’s had days to figure out verbiage, to plan a script in his head, but now that he was sitting across from you with your bare face and cozy attire? oh, every word he had planned was gone. his brain was empty. he had half a mind to look at you and simply say i’ve loved you for years now, please give me a chance?

ah, fuck it. if that’s what he says to get the ball rolling, to get the conversation flowing, then so be it. 

you both look up at the same time, both saying, “i–” 

then you both pause. you crack a smile, saying, “you go first.”

yunho shakes his head, “no, you.” 

you let out a shaky breath from deep in your gut, “okay.” 

you needed to apologize first. for not answering him for days, for falling off the face of the earth, for taking so fucking long to make a decision. you swallow, clearing your throat, staring at the pillow in your lap. “i’m sorry.”

yunho’s head snaps up to you, eyebrows twisted in confusion. your lips purse, but you don’t give him a second to interject. “this week has been… rough. i’m sorry for not answering, for icing you out, for making you feel like shit. you didn’t deserve that at all.” 

“tiny, i-”

you look up, and he stops himself mid-sentence. “i was blindsided last saturday, the last thing i was expecting to hear you say was that you love me. i’ve been going on all these dates and rubbing everything in your face for weeks, months now, that is so fucking unfair to you, even if i didn’t know.” 

“don’t apologize for that,” his voice was as shaky as yours, breathy and light, like he couldn’t control what he was saying, let alone what he sounded like. he couldn’t.

“you deserve better than me,” your voice is even smaller now, “i couldn’t even answer you, yunho. i couldn’t be honest with you, i couldn’t even figure out my own feelings until someone else spelled them out for me. it’s not fair to you.” 

yunho was looking at you like that same puppy matt mentioned. lost in his own mind, his own feelings, like he couldn’t believe he was sitting across from you talking about this. quickly, he says, “obviously i forgive you, tiny, i wish you wouldn’t say that. i don’t need you to apologize at all.”

“did you know you sent me thirty nine texts?” you ask, your voice slightly cracking at nine. you tried to fight the tightness in your throat that was inevitable, the tears crawling their way up their ducts, “over the course of five days, i let you send thirty nine texts and i didn’t answer a single one.” 

“but you did answer eventually,” he countered, the pit in his stomach heavy– he hates seeing you cry more than anything, and the fact that you’re crying because you think you hurt him? because you think you don’t deserve him? yunho thinks he might throw up. “i put a lot on you that night, i’ve been hiding this from you for five years.” 

“five?” you ask, eyebrows raising, your voice fully cracking at the word. you tip your head back, eyes on your ceiling, trying to cut a deal with gravity so your tears wouldn’t fall. you face him again, your jaw tight and your voice barely above a whisper, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“because we’re best friends,” he gives you a small smile, his lips pressed together, ever so slightly lifting at the edges, the kind of smile that hurts. it wasn’t a smile of happiness, it was one of disappointment, laced with fear. “i didn’t want to ruin our relationship.”

you shake your head, racking your brain for the right words to say. you sniff, eyes glancing to your lap again, “yunho, i don’t think we have the kind of relationship that can be ruined.”

he says your name. not tiny, the nickname your entire family called you your entire life– he says your name. it’s strained but it’s serious, he says it like a prayer, like it’s special. like you’re special. 

you’re special, teens, you can’t go around giving yourself to just anybody. you deserve someone who’s gonna appreciate you, cherish you, all the little parts about you. 

“i love you,” he says with his chest, the most steady you’ve heard his voice so far. yunho told himself fuck it, and he meant it. “i love you when you’re happy, when you’re smiling, when you’re sad, crying about some douchebag in the backseat of my car. i love you when you’re making your coffee in the morning, dancing around your kitchen, and when you’re frustrated trying to play a video game. i love you when you’re focused, doing your homework, when you’re asleep next to me, when you’re mad because one of the guys pissed you off. i love you all the fucking time.” 

your mascara-less eyes widen, dry lips parting, yet you have nothing to say in return. you love him, too, but do you love him like he loves you? as if he can read your mind, his voice is strained as he says, “don’t say anything. please.”

“i love you when you don’t answer me for five days, i love you when you’re glued to my side. i love you when you’re mad at me, i love you when you’re over my back, about to throw up if i don’t put you down.” you cringe, your entire face scrunching up— he smiles. 

“i love you when i’m dropping you off on a date with someone else, when i’m picking you up from a different one. there’s nothing you can do that will make me stop loving you, there’s no reality where i don’t love you,” he takes a breath, “these feelings, they’ve been one-sided for five years, i don’t expect a response from you, i don’t want one. not yet. i want only one thing from you.” 

you wipe the tears that slipped past your lashes, cutting your deal with gravity short. “one thing?” 

“go on a date with me,” he takes a breath, chestnut brown hair laid over his forehead, over the matching eyebrows that you’re sure are twisted beneath his bangs. yunho can’t believe he just said all of that, but he can’t stop while he’s ahead, he has to keep going, for himself, for the future he wants with you. “just one date, and i’ll prove it to you. you won’t show up to thanksgiving alone, you’ll show up happy.”

you look at him, really look at him. there’s determination in his eyes, a glint of hope in the sea of chocolate, like he’s put so much thought into this, that he’s sure about you. you believe him, because aside from that determination, there’s love paired with it— warmth in the haze of brown, eyes you could get lost in, because they look at you like you’re all that’s ever mattered. you’re his already, and you weren’t sure you ever had a choice. 

you’re nodding before your brain could signal your muscles. your voice is shy when you say okay, you have nothing else to say to his confession– yet you weren’t put off by it, you weren’t scared. you weren’t uncomfortable anymore. this was yunho, after all. 

yunho, for some reason, is shocked you agreed. he didn’t think he’d have to convince you, but he didn’t think it’d be so easy. he wonders if he should have asked more questions about your feelings, if you should have talked more– if this conversation was enough to fill in the space he created just last saturday. he brushes it off as the two of you walk downstairs, and when he heard you laugh just seconds later at something san said, he feels at ease again. you’re gonna be okay. 

──────  ꨄ︎

november twenty third.

less than a week before thanksgiving, you’ve devoted your last saturday, your last possible chance at obtaining a date to your family’s thanksgiving to jeong yunho. it still feels ridiculous to say out loud, to even put into perspective. 

yet you’ve never taken longer to get ready in your whole life. 

even if you were instructed on how to dress, after your breakfast was dropped off to you in your room by your twin. 

“this is so corny, i can’t believe i’m doing this,” ace’s voice rips you out of your thoughts as he kicks your bedroom door open, oversized sleep clothes on his body, his face looking tired and irritated, yet you could see appreciation slipping through the cracks. he speaks with a hollow tone of sarcasm, “breakfast for the queen, hand delivered, at your fuckin’ service.”

you sit up in your bed straighter, eyes furrowed in confusion. “breakfast?” 

he places two containers on top of a tray on your comforter, all tied with a thick pink ribbon, an envelope tucked under the bow. your heart rate picks up as your eyes widen– is this from who you think it's from?

“hopefully i’m discharged from my services after this,” ace says, teasing, his irritation still hollow. his lips curl upward ever so slightly, “have a good time today, teens. for what it’s worth, he’s who i wanted you with from the start.”

you smile, “wish i knew from the start.”

“everything happens for a reason,” he shrugs, “eat before it gets cold.” 

he’s out of your room in a second, leaving you with your meticulously wrapped breakfast. you untie the ribbon, laying out each container on top of the tray, then pick up the envelope. it says your name on the front in yunho’s handwriting– you pout, wishing he came inside when he dropped it off. the pout doesn’t stay long, your fingers are ripping over the envelope immediately, pulling out the white index card that lived inside. 

‘since you can’t flip a pancake on your own nor would you eat breakfast if it wasn’t made for you, here’s a gift from my own kitchen (and my cooking that i know you love. don’t lie to yourself)

dress warm and cozy, i’ll pick you up at two.

— with all my love, jyh’

inside the first containers was two pancakes, a glass container of fruits and another of syrup, then another with eggs, toast, and a small container of dairy free butter. he packed a fork and a knife too, and a closed mason jar of orange juice and two airplane bottles of champagne– you didn’t even know they made shooters of champagne. your breath catches in your throat, your heart twisting in your chest. 

it was your first insight into what yunho was like as a lover, the bar was set for the rest of the day just after nine in the morning. 

he was right– you did love his cooking. 

the past week has gone just like this. yunho has been complimenting you nonstop, texting you goodmorning and goodnight, even doing little things for you like paying for your dinners when the five of you ate together, getting you drinks before you had the chance to mention you were thirsty, openly sitting closer to you on the couch in the living room, the basement, the kitchen island. everything went back to normalcy after your talk, the five of you were back to a team, yunho just didn’t have to hide anymore— it all weirdly felt good. like nothing had changed, yunho was always supposed to sit next to you, the compliments that left his lips felt genuine, the small favors felt special. 

today was just a completion to a maze, one that’s lasted far too long, too winding with too many dead ends that set you both back to zero. today was a path, a walkway— and the light at the end was yunho, who it was always supposed to be. 

by one forty five, you were finishing up getting ready in your room, and you hear your front door open, and the loud chatting of your family following soon after. he’s here. 

he said to dress warm and cozy, so you opted for wide-legged jeans, an off the shoulder sweater and a huge scarf to wrap around you, a pair of faux sheepskin boots on your feet. it seemed warm and cozy enough, while still being cute— you didn’t want to overdo it in fear of what exactly he had planned, you had ripped apart the majority of your closet before settling on something so simple— not having a concrete plan both stressed you out and excited you at the same time. 

after adding the finishing touches on your makeup, you took a deep breath at the top of your stairs, eyelashes brushing against another when your eyes flutter closed. 

today would change the entire trajectory of your friendship. even if the past week felt natural, today was the deciding factor, and it’d change everything. you thought of hyunjin, of chan, of mingyu, jisung, seonghwa, heeseung and hoshi— seven men that had completely different lifestyles, backgrounds and personalities, you think every single one served a purpose, each one taught you something, nudged you a little farther in the direction you were always meant to go in. his direction.

you deserve to be loved. you deserve to be treated well, to be cherished, to be known, to be appreciated, every little detail about you. you ache to reciprocate the feelings, outside of needing a boyfriend for thanksgiving, you want someone by your side, to know all your weaknesses and bad habits and love you through every revelation. someone to share secrets with, to kiss, to hold, to nurture. 

a smile washes over your face, your heart jumping beneath your skin with the possibility— no, confirmation that someone is yunho. 

sitting around your kitchen island was the man of the hour— but also your mom, matt, ace and vivi, all gathered around in the middle of a conversation you weren’t sure you wanted to butt into. 

“tiny!” your mom catches your eye first, her arms slinging outward so you notice the arrangement of things on the marble counter. your breath catches in your throat at the sight. 

a bottle of aged whiskey, one you learned was matt’s favorite the night he educated you on whiskey for mingyu. two bouquets of flowers, one an assortment of lilies and angel’s breath, the other an assortment of roses— red, orange and yellow, an ode to her first name, jangmi. your mom’s hand lays over her heart, eyebrows twisted upward in appreciation, “if you two don’t get married, i swear…”

“mom,” you hiss through gritted teeth, heat reaching your ears. you catch vivi’s eye over her shoulder, the blue haired sixteen year old silently mouthing don’t fuck up this time– you scowl at her for just a second before you finally meet yunho’s gaze, he looks you up and down with a soft smile, a fondness in his eyes that has a shiver racking through you. 

he stands up, grabbing the bouquet of lilies, muttering a small hi as he steps toward you— fuck, he knows you so well. lilies have been your favorite flower ever since your dad passed, as morbid as it is, there was the most beautiful arrangement of pink lilies and angel’s breath at his funeral that has stuck with you throughout the years— something you’ve only mentioned once or twice since the funeral. of course yunho would remember.

you feel yourself overflowing with warmth and gratitude as he holds the bouquet out for you to take, “beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl.” 

a shaky breath leaves your lips before your grin stretches across your face, “thank you, for breakfast this morning too,” you look down at the bouquet again, “i can’t believe you remembered.” 

“how could i forget?” he’s beaming. excitement is exuding off his skin, filling you up as if you were an empty glass, your nerves were easing by the second. 

you finally look him up and down— he looks delicious. wide leg light denim jeans, a blue button up beneath a cream cardigan, where the deep blue of his shirt matched the embroidered decal on his cardigan. his hair was clean cut as if he got it trimmed for the occasion, brand new brown converse on his feet… you were matching. not fully, it was more subtle than anything, but your cream scarf matched his cardigan, your brown sweater matched his sneakers, the light wash of your jeans was almost identical. completely by accident, yet the realization only encourages the idea that this was meant to happen. 

“you two look so cute,” your mom coos as if she realized at the same time as you. “come on, let me take a picture!” 

vivi snorted from beside her, even ace wore a lopsided grin as the words left her mouth. your jaw dropped at her proposition, eyebrows hanging low over your eyes as you glanced up to yunho who just shrugged. his nonchalance would really be the death of you. 

“come on, honey,” said matt from beside her, finally ripping his star-filled eyes away from his new bottle of his favorite whiskey, “let them go.” 

she smacked her lips together, a scowl on her face as she turned to him, “she asked me to take pictures!” 

you knew she was yunho’s mom, which had you laying the flowers on the island and tugging on his arm towards your front door before your mom noticed. “let’s go, stealth mode.” 

yunho cracked a snort from behind you, “you haven’t said stealth mode in years.” 

stealth mode was a saying the five of you adopted whenever you were doing something sneaky growing up. sneaking out of the house, stealing food from the pantry, vodka from the bar just off the side of the kitchen. “i haven’t had a reason to!”

you’re both still giggling when you make it outside, smiling like idiots when you come to a stop just before his old, dark green bmw. he let out a tch noise when your hand reached for the handle, playing annoyed as he said, “let me open it, this is a date.”

“i’ve been opening your car door by myself for years,” you roll your eyes as he steps in front of you, opening the car door, the smell of his air freshener already greeting you from a foot away. smokey and leather and man. 

“i know, but this is different,” he says as you walk forward, a hand resting on top of the car door, “i wanna do things right.”

you pause before you get in, one leg bent up on the frame as you meet his eyes, “you know, i’m really excited for today. to be with you like this.”

you watch his smile grow, that warmth in the chocolate of his eyes shining under the sunlight, matching the chestnut of his hair that hangs over his forehead. he motions his chin in the direction of the seat of his car, “then get in so we can go.”

you laugh as you finally get in, the leather seats warm beneath you from sitting under the fall sun, the seat at the perfect setting– something you usually have to change when you’re in his car. the first thing he does after he turns the car on is plug in his phone, connecting the aux so he can play one of his perfectly articulated playlists. 

instead of soft rock playing through the speakers, which is what you expected, jungle starts playing through the car. you gasp knowingly, eyes widening ever so slightly, “shut up.”

“what?” he asks through a smile as if he has no idea what you’re talking about– you know him better than that. 

“give me your phone,” you face him as he puts the car in reverse, pulling out of your driveway, “you did not make a playlist for today.” 

“of course i made a playlist for today,” he eyes you from the driver's seat, right hand on the wheel, left hand on his thigh. “i will not be giving you my phone, you can have the playlist after. i want each song to be like a little surprise.”

“you’re so corny,” you tease, shaking your head in disbelief, grin still wide and genuine, because who wouldn’t want a playlist specifically curated for their ears? 

“where are we going, anyways?” 

“another surprise,” he nods, “they’re all surprises.”

“all surprises?” you whip your head over to look at him again, eyebrows high, “as in there’s more than one place?!”

“okay fine, i’ll give you a spoiler,” he holds up three fingers, “we’re going to three places.”

“can i guess where?”

“no.”

“ugh, fine.” 

you sit in silence for a moment, your brain still going a mile a minute about where he could possibly be taking you. “but what about my dress code? warm and cozy? we aren’t going anywhere fancy, right?” 

he gives you a look through lowered brows, “do you really think i’d give you a dress code that didn’t match the vibe?” 

something you tend to forget— he knows you better than that, too.

“fair,” you nod, your lips pursed. you settle in your seat as he pulls onto a highway, shifting around to get comfortable. tv girl starts playing through his speakers, lover’s rock, and you can’t help but sing along– to your surprise, yunho does too. 

it doesn’t take long before you’re both singing louder, your head rolled towards him, smiles on your faces. it seems like neither of you can wipe the smile off your face– this kind of comfort doesn’t come easily, no shame in your terrible singing, no panic about being off key… even if the man beside you had the voice of an angel. he’d kill you if you said that to him, though. 

a few more terribly sang (by you) songs until you were pulling into the parking lot of a record store. it wasn’t far from your house, a quick fifteen minutes into the city, just off of the highway. you’ve never been here before, but you know yunho has, he’s always been deeper into music than you. 

“a record store?” you ask as he turns the wheel to back into a parking spot, you twist your head to watch him as his right arm stretches behind your headrest, his left hand turning the steering wheel. you make a face– lips scrunched together, eyebrows knitted, trying so hard to pretend you weren’t affected by how good he looked– it still felt strange to think of him like that. 

a smirk grew on his lips as if he could see through you, he put the car in park as he answered, “yes, a record store.” he reached in his backseat, grabbing his camera, one he only brought out on special occasions— you let out a groan that he swiftly ignored. “don’t get out yet.”

he was out of the car and beside your door in a moment, a huff of amusement left your lips as you watched his little jog as he made his way over, slinging the camera around his neck by the strap. when he opened your door, you gave him barely a second of reprieve, “thank you, gentleman. why the camera? and why a record store?” 

“you’re so nosy,” he teased as he held his hand out, pulling you up out of your seat. “excuse a man for wanting to document the day he’s been waiting five years for. do you remember when your cousin got married?” 

you pop an eyebrow as he closes the door behind you, your hand still in his, “which one?” 

“karina, that’s the only family wedding we all went to,” yunho says as if you should know this already. 

“oh, duh, yeah i remember,” you mindlessly answer as he tugs you across the parking lot and toward the entrance, your hand still swallowed by his– your eyes couldn’t look anywhere else other than where you were linked, your palms growing sweaty at the feeling of your hand enveloped by his. 

he opens the door for you, letting your hand go so you can walk through the glass doors, “at the reception, it was one of the first times i thought i might like you.” 

you snap your neck to look at him, “yunho, that was years ago.”

“yeah, five,” he says obviously, “you were seventeen, i was eighteen, you wore that long, pink, barbie looking dress. you don’t wear pink a lot, but it suits you.”

he follows you inside, the walls covered in framed pictures of artists, singers, bands, guitar players, aisles upon aisles of records, different sections for CDs and albums. it smelled of dust and incense, the low hum of rock music playing through the speakers, you wondered if the building had been here for a long time– it seemed like it had. 

you start down one of the aisles, eyes racking the different crates of records laid in alphabetical order, trying to hide the flush in your cheeks. yunho was hot on your tail, “anyways, we were in the middle of the reception, you had too many glasses of white wine and i was throwing back beers like any eighteen year old would at an open bar. we were all on the dance floor the entire night, all five of us.”

“oh my god, i remember that! san took the microphone from the dj at one point,” you turn to him, throwing a hand over your mouth in remembrance, “he was so fucking drunk.”

yunho laughs, “all of us were hammered.” 

“that was a good wedding,” you walk further down the aisle as you think back on it– as much as karina’s husband sucks, that wedding was incredible. lavish, expensive, the decor was just a display of wealth, no actual decorum. the open bar and lack of checking for IDs made the wedding enjoyable. you glance back at him, “back to realizing that you liked me?” 

he rolls his eyes, amused. “right, how could i forget?”

“we were in the middle of the reception, hammered as hell, screaming the words to can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli. it felt like it was just me and you in that room, you looked so pretty, and i could’ve sworn you felt it, too.”

you did remember that– as much white wine as you ingested that night, you still remembered that moment. you had styrofoam microphones and silly sunglasses on, singing the words to one another in the middle of the tiled floor, surrounded by family and karina’s friends, your bodies inches apart. back then, you didn’t think anything of it, you just thought you were singing a song in a funny way with your funny friend– purely innocent. the idea that yunho was feeling these things while you were ignorant to all of it made your heart skip a beat. 

yunho smiles, “i want to buy you the album, i think it’s on one of those compilation albums, frankie valli and the four seasons best hits or something like that…”

you curse, your cheeks heating up, a pout on your lips, “yunho, that’s so fucking sweet.”

“for a sweet girl,” he smiles, then grabs your hand again, pulling it up to his lips to kiss just above your knuckles– you just about died, looking away in embarrassment that you might squeal out of the sheer emotion coursing through your body. 

you didn’t know yunho was so… nostalgic. he has never shown so much passion for anything, so much emotion, this was a completely new side of him and you were obsessed with learning about every new detail. to think five years ago he was already looking at you this way… and it took you this long to realize? he was either really good at hiding it or you really are blind. 

you heard the camera click, the shutter sound ripping you from your thoughts. you look up from the records you’d started sorting through again to scowl at yunho, who lowered the camera from his eye with a smile. he pulled up the picture on the screen, leaning the camera over to show you. 

you couldn’t believe you didn’t notice it earlier, maybe the air freshner in his car was too overpowering to allow you to smell him— citrus, woody, notes of sandalwood, you devoured the scent as he stood closer, your body involuntarily leaning in, your side pressing into his as you stared at the screen of the camera. surprisingly you liked how it came out, your hair laying over your face as you sorted through records, fingers sifting between the vinyls, it was cute enough to post, even. 

“that’s actually cute,” you comment, surprise clear in your voice. 

“of course it is,” he responds, “it’s a picture of you, and i took it. you know what they say…” 

“i do not know what they say,” you flatten your lips as you give him a dumbfounded look, feeling like this is something you’re supposed to know. 

yunho opens his mouth, and then closes it, lips pursing before he looks like he’s fighting the sheepish smile that grows on his cheeks. his voice comes out lower, coated in embarrassment, “i forgot what they say.” 

you can’t stop the loud cackle that rips through your lips, a hand flying over your mouth when you realize your volume in the near-empty store. yunho says through his laughter, “it’s not funny! it’s a good saying, it’s something like your pictures come out better when you’re taking pictures of someone you love.” 

you groan, leaning into him, teasingly nudging him with your elbow. “who knew you were such a lover?” 

“me,” he answers plainly, “i knew— for five years, mind you.” 

“okay!” you start off again, looking through another bin of albums across the aisle. “enough with the five years thing, you’re making me feel guilty now.” 

“every time i say it you get all shy and embarrassed,” he follows you across the aisle, “it’s cute, but i’ll stop. i’m sorry.” 

you playfully glare at him— but the expression leaves as soon as he lifts the camera again. 

you spent at least half an hour in front of his camera lens while sorting through albums, picking up different ones, talking mindlessly about artists to debating who’s music is better– which songs off of albums are the best, which ones you love, which ones you hate. 

“no no no, entombed is the best off of koi no yokan,” you stand your ground, holding up the deftones record, shaking your head at yunho. 

“okay, fine, but swerve city is a close second,” yunho points at the record in your hands, “for the first time in your twenty two years of life, i agree with you.” 

“how about this one?” you hold up speak and spell by depeche mode, “favorite on three.” 

you count to three while facing him, and you both answer simultaneously, “just can’t get enough.” 

you cheer and then high-five him, saying, “we’re so good,” as you put the record back in its spot. you skip a letter, gravitating towards the F section to find the album that you came here for. 

yunho stands just behind you, the back of your shoulder touching his bicep, and the reoccurring thought that he’s huge plagues you all over again. he’s peering over your body as you sort through the vinyls and you can’t help but bask in the feeling of comfort. he isn’t overly flirting, he isn’t making it unbearably clear that this is a date— you don’t feel any pressure to act any sort of way. it feels natural to be out with him alone, to feel him pressed against you, to know there’s this feeling of romance shared between you even if it isn't obvious. 

when you finally pulled out the square blue record named the very best of frankie valli and the four seasons, you looked up to yunho, “you were pretty spot on with the name.” 

yunho shrugs, “i had a feeling.” 

“now, the only issue is,” you turn to him, holding the record to your chest, “i don’t have a record player.” 

yunho squints as he looks far ahead of you towards the cash register where plenty of record players stood on the wall just behind the store clerk. like it’s a no-brainer, he says, “they have plenty up there, i’ll just buy you one.” 

“yunho,” it sounds more like a whine than anything, “the record is enough. i’ll buy it.” 

he gives you a twisted look, “you’re choosing now to fuss over me buying you shit?”

you smile, because that rebuttal is more than fair. “at least let me pretend i’m not gonna let you. independent woman and all that.” 

yunho rolls his eyes as he takes a step in the direction of the clerk, a smile playing on his lips as he reaches for your hand. you peel your fingers from the album to slip your palm in his, your fingers linking together, heat consuming you from head to toe. as if on command, you can feel the sweat forming in your palms, you just hope yunho didn’t notice as he leads you to the register. 

you leave the record store nearly skipping across the parking lot, a bright smile on your face under the strangely warm autumn sun, the weather must have known what you were getting up to today. yunho opens the car door for you another time, you wonder if you’ll ever open a car door for yourself again, but if you didn’t, you wouldn’t mind one bit. 

after yunho turns the car on and connects his phone, he says, “okay, we’re off to stop number two.” 

you sink into the car seat, slipping off your boots to put your sock covered feet on the dash. he points his eyes at you, “if you were anyone else i’d be cursing you out for that.” 

you smirk, “but i’m me, so i get a pass,” you put on a funny, teasing voice, “‘97 e36 m3 ain’t got nothing on me.” 

“wow,” his eyebrows raise, shooting you a surprised glance as he pulls out of the parking space, “impressive.” 

“hey, i remember things,” you hold up a finger in rebuttal, “you talked about this car for months before you bought it. let’s race someone.” 

“what am i? nineteen?” he objected as he reached forward, turning up the volume dial so you could hear the music he put on, “remember this one?” 

you take a second to hear the familiar strum of the guitar, a loud gasp leaves your chest, your entire face warping into shock. “oh shut the fuck up, jeong yunho– you did not!”

yunho laughs as he pulls out of the parking lot, his head tipping back into the headrest, a deep chuckle. anyone else but you specifically the version by michael cera and elliot page played through his speakers, and he reached forward to turn it up louder. he glances at you with a smile, “i was hoping this would play, it brings back memories, right?” 

“god, too many, and they’re all mortifying,” you shake your head, cheeks flushed, a smile still playing on your lips. you must have been eleven or twelve when you discovered the movie juno– you asked your mom to watch it and she flat out told you no, you’re too young. 

butthurt, you threw a tantrum, but when she was firm on her answer you eventually forgot all about it. until one night months later when all the boys were having a sleepover in your basement, back when you still made forts out of couch cushions and thought drinking soda past ten pm was scandalous, you and yunho found yourselves the last ones awake. eyes wide with sleep fighting through at the edges, you found juno on a streaming service and rented it without your mom’s permission. you and yunho watched the movie from start to finish, and became obsessed with anyone else but you, a song on the soundtrack. 

a month later the two of you had all the words memorized, young enough for giggles to leave your lips every single time you sang ‘squinched up your face and did a dance, you shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants’. your parents were pissed when they found out you watched juno– but the anger didn’t last long when they made you and yunho put on the performance of a lifetime. 

“come on, don’t tell me you forgot the words,” yunho teases from beside you and all the memories rush back, the matching outfits, the tv remotes used as microphones. “your part is about to start!”

“you’re a part time lover and a full time friend…” you start singing along and yunho cheers, your cheeks flushing immediately. 

“there we go!” he encourages while you sing along, his fist pumping in the air, his grin stretched from one side of his face to the other. your embarrassment dies quick, your voice growing louder and steadier as the first verse finishes, yunho’s part coming right after yours. 

“i kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train, i kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side,” he sings enthusiastically, his head swaying back and forth, “i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else, but you.”

neither of you miss a beat for the entirety of the song, and not a word was stuttered– even if you haven’t sung the song together in nearly a decade. you both still giggled at that one line like you did when you were twelve, like no time has passed at all, your cheeks even started to ache from smiling. 

the high from the song lasted you all the way until he pulled into the parking lot of a mall. you raised an eyebrow when he pulled into a parking space, “are you taking me on a shopping spree?” 

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he teased, unplugging his phone  and grabbing his camera from the backseat again, “we are going to one store and one store only, the shopping spree we can do another time.” 

“interesting how you didn’t say no to the shopping spree,” your smile is devious, and he lets out a sound of amusement as he opens his car door, stretching his lanky limbs out of the small car. 

he slings the camera around his neck and does his little jog around the vehicle again, opening your door for you, opening his mouth before you even had the chance, “i’m surprised i didn’t have to tell you to wait again.”

“i’m a quick learner,” you say after taking his outstretched arm to get out of his car, “and i’m kind of enjoying the princess treatment.” 

“i knew you would,” he keeps your hand in his as you walk through the parking lot which was flooded with cars, the mall on a saturday afternoon was risky– it’s always busy on the weekends. 

“do i get a hint for which store we’re going to?” you ask as you step through the entrance, automatic sliding glass doors that brushed you with a wave of hot air as you walked through the threshold. 

“so nosy,” he wrinkles his nose, “we’re going to be there in literally two seconds.”

“yeah, but i know you have some kind of lore for this store, too,” you counter, and yunho blushes. the rosy pink hue to his cheeks only made you press further, a pout on your lips, “tell me, please?”

he shakes his head with a smile as he guides you down the main aisle of the mall, different stores and scents on either side of you begging for your attention, but you couldn’t rip your gaze away from the man beside you. he finally says, “fine, but you are not allowed to make fun of it.”

you come to a stop at the end of the main section of stores and you finally rip your attention away from yunho to look at the store before you. your jaw drops, your head slowly turning to look up at yunho again, “we’re at a build-a-bear?!” 

“hear me out! there’s a reason,” he lets go of your hand and it feels cold without his skin against yours, “this is one of my core memories.” 

your amused smile is nowhere close to leaving your face– you nod, telling him to continue. he swallows, “damn, this was so long ago. i think you were fifteen, vivi was maybe nine?” 

“oh no,” you groan, your head tipping back– you already know where this is headed, and yunho giggles at your realization. 

“you had this stuffed bear, he was brown, his name was jacob, you slept with him every single night. you had him since you were probably around vivi’s age back then? anyways, we were all over, and vivi somehow had brought jacob downstairs and you flipped shit that she had him– the two of you back then were like animals.”

“my poor little man jacob.”

“exactly– you both started fighting over jacob, vivi wanted to keep him, but he was yours. so you started playing a game of fucking tug-of-war.”

you slap a hand to your forehead, a smile still on your lips, “she was such a fucking asshole back then.”

“back then?” he raises his eyebrows.

“still is,” you agree with your lips pursed. 

“you guys fought so badly you ripped poor jacob’s arms off, so i figured we could make a new jacob today.”

you’re shaking your head in disbelief when he finishes, “yunho, i can’t believe you remembered that.”

“i told you it’s one of my core memories,” his smile turns into a devilish smirk, “i’ve never seen you fight like that, and you were a whole fifteen year old fighting a nine year old.”

“she killed my fucking bear!” you defend yourself, arms swinging just like they did back then, seven years ago. 

“hey, i’m on your side,” he throws his hands up in defense, “that’s why we're here, we’re reviving jacob.”

“i fucking love you,” slips right out of your mouth without any thought, and your body tenses. you’ve told yunho you love him a thousand times, for over a decade– but now it’s different, he loves you in a different way, and you still weren’t saying it like he says it to you. you weren’t sure if it was okay to say to him anymore– especially on a date, your first date. 

“i know you do,” he says smugly, grabbing onto your hand and leading you inside, as if that was no big deal. maybe it wasn’t– yunho knows how you feel about him, you know how he feels about you, you’re on the same page. you don’t have to stress with him. 

you and yunho decide on a bear that looks the most like jacob– brown, fuzzy, wearing the warmest smile. it was nostalgic, thinking back to when you slept next to the stuffed animal every night, he was your lifeline for years. 

yunho brought out the camera again when you were stuffing the bear, pressing your foot on the small pedal that brought life into the stuffed animal. you both kissed his heart before it got stitched into his body, you made yunho pick out the red heart from the bin beside the stuffing machine– he took another picture of you kissing the heart again before giving it to the employee. 

the two of you decided on the cutest little outfit for jacob. a pair of baby blue overalls, a yellow shirt underneath, and a pair of sneakers on his feet that looked close to converse. while they boxed jacob up you filled out his birth certificate, a list of information like his name, his height, weight, eye color, fur color, his date of birth, his parents. 

“you’d think we were adopting a kid with this amount of information,” you mumble, staring at the screen with squinted eyes. you glance at yunho, “how tall do you think jacob junior is?” 

“at least two apples tall,” yunho says simply while holding up two fingers, making you smile. you type in three apples tall on the screen, and yunho laughs from behind you. “you really wrote it?”

“duh,” you say over your shoulder. where it says belongs to, you type in your name and yunho’s name, grabbing yunho’s attention again. 

“oh my god, we’re parents?” he asks, coming closer and bending down beside you, shorter than you from where you were sitting on the chair. 

“he’s our son,” you nod without sparing him a glance, “having a kid before we’ve even kissed… we’re like mary and joseph.” 

yunho’s head tips back at that, a loud rip of laughter leaving his chest, making you laugh, too. you whisper through your giggles, “shut up, people are looking.”

“that might be the funniest thing that’s ever come out of your mouth,” yunho’s head is tipped down, exhales of laughter still leaving him, and his laughter only encourages you to laugh more. 

two twenty-something year olds non stop, out of control laughing in the corner of a build-a-bear was definitely a sight to behold, especially when the store was filled with children, not one over the age of ten. you finally finished the birth certificate, humor still charging the air between you two, yunho still fighting his laughter all the way up to the register. 

yunho paid again, and this time without a peep from you, except for the thanks of gratitude after he swiped his card. he carried jacob all the way out of the store, pulling your hand in his again by the time you made it to the main aisle of the mall again. 

“that was so fun,” you say, holding yunho’s hand a little tighter, your right hand reaching across your body to hold onto his cardigan. you lean into him, your head falling onto his arm, a dazed smile on your face– likely the aftermath of your case of the giggles. 

yunho stands tall even with you leaning against him, your legs walking in stride now, yunho walking a little slower so you could keep up with his steps. yunho looks down at you with a warm smile, “that was really fun. you ready for the last stop?” 

you look up at him, your smile brightening even more, “yes!” 

when you get back to the car, jacob junior takes his spot right next to your record player, yunho places his camera in its case on top of the rectangular box, and he opens his car door for you a third time. at this point you’re in dreamland again, so consumed with warmth and appreciation for yunho, by the time he gets in the driver’s seat your entire body is turned toward him. when his palm hits your thigh after he puts the car in drive, you don’t think anything of it, you just lay your hand on top of his. 

you don’t even ask him where you’re going– you let your mind run blank as you sing along to the songs playing through his speakers, humming along to the songs you don’t know the words to. when yunho has to take his hand off your leg to make a turn, he puts it right back afterwards, as if that’s its place, where it’s supposed to be. 

the drive is long. you watch the road as you make it out of the city, but pretty soon after that your mind runs blank entirely. watching the road but not seeing, you aren’t even thinking, just enjoying the music filling the space between you, enjoying his presence beside you– this might be the best date you’ve ever been on and it’s not even over yet. 

when you pull up on the coastline, a very specific drive you were making all last week, your attention is piqued. no, you think to yourself, he can’t know this, this is too specific. it has to be a coincidence. 

but when he makes a turn into a clearing of sand that’s been driven over so many times it’s begun to turn into something similar to gravel, you sit up a little straighter in your seat. you still don’t say anything, nor do you look at yunho, your peripherals don’t even catch the knowing smile growing on his cheeks. 

there’s one more turn he has to make– this clearing was already out of the way, but there was one more turn that took you to–

your jaw drops again, your head slowly turning to face yunho as he makes the turn. “how the hell did you–”

“you have to stop being surprised that i know everything about you,” he says casually, pulling his car next to a bronco that was pulled right up to the end of the gravel, the beach just beyond the makeshift parking area. 

you tilt your head to the side, eyeing up the deep blue bronco, “that looks like ace’s car.”

“it is ace’s car,” yunho points ahead of you, and the three idiots you call your twin and best friends are jogging up from the cove, wind pulling at their hoods they were holding close to their heads, teeth bared and chattering with cold.

when they spot you they all pause, eyes wide as if they were caught– your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and your hand reached for the door handle, pushing it open. you step outside, one foot still on the ledge, yelling towards your friends, “what the hell are you doing here?” 

yunho gets out of the car, too, but he doesn’t say anything– the three barely spare the two of you a look as they hurry towards ace’s suv. san yells over his shoulder as he gets into the car, “we aren’t here!” 

yeosang is smiling wide as he shuffles into the backseat, calling to you from the open door, “have fun, lovebirds!”

ace waves at you from across san in the passenger seat, through the window. you stare with furrowed brows as your twin starts the car, barely a moment passing before they drive away abruptly, sand stirring up in its wake. you turn to yunho, your eyebrows still knitted together, and he shrugs. “you ready?” 

you close the car door and take a step back, confusion still clouding your ability to think, the wind from the beach under the setting sun smacking you across the face and clawing at your exposed shoulder, shooting a physical chill throughout your body. 

“i have coats in the trunk, hold on,” yunho holds up a finger, with his camera slung around his neck again he grabs two coats from his trunk, walking over to your side to hold it up for you while you slip your arms inside. he even planned for this?

“what’s going on?” you ask as you zip up the coat, the inside warm and comforting, clarity finally washing over you, “why are we at my dad’s beach spot?” 

yunho grabs your hand again after putting his own coat on, leading you towards the beach. “we came with you guys to this spot a few times growing up.”

when he takes you to the tip of the dune, you can finally see what’s beneath, and your breath gets caught in your lungs, your hand flying over your mouth. a bonfire was lit next to a large blanket laid across the sand, two cushions and more blankets placed next to each other on top. next to the cushions were two different boards of foods– what was on them you couldn’t see from where you stood, maybe charcuterie or meats. a bottle of wine and two glasses were placed against one of the baskets, from its pink color you knew it was sickeningly sweet, the only wine you could actually enjoy– you could barely call it wine. 

muffled by your palm, you whisper yunho’s name, squeezing his hand tighter. 

“i know this is where you’ve been coming all week,” his voice is quiet, almost shy, “i wasn’t sure if i should do this.”

he turns to face you, and you turn your head before moving your body. “i knew your dad, and i know i was young, but… i figured we could hang out with him for a little bit so he can be… relieved up there, i guess, knowing you’re down here with me.” 

your throat tightened, chest burdened with the weight of this. your eyes filled with tears too fast, falling hot down your cheeks, and yunho’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. he lets go of your hand, reaching forward to wipe your tears from beneath your cheeks, palms holding your cheeks as he starts sputtering out his words, “tiny– i’m so sorry, we can leave. oh my god, i knew i shouldn’t have done this.” 

your hands come up to wrap your fingers around his forearms that were still holding your cheeks, pausing him, silencing him. “this is perfect.”

his eyebrows push together ever so slightly, a tremble in his words, “a-are you sure?” 

a picnic date on the beach– a place where you feel connected to your late father, with someone who he knew and loved, to plan people coming here and setting this up for you… all of this, for you. staring up at yunho, that warm, comforting chocolate swimming around in his eyes, with your heart pounding against your chest, you could feel something inside you fully cracking open. 

you didn’t recognize this feeling, you felt like you were exploding with appreciation, with gratitude, adoration, passion… you’ve never felt anything like this before. it was more than infatuation with the man in front of you. 

you nod with your head still in his hands, your voice barely above a whisper, “i promise.”

he smiles– taking over his entire face, his smile was contagious, he might as well have copied and pasted it onto your own cheeks. you stand there for a moment, staring at each other, his warm hands never leaving your face, but you don’t mind. you think you could stand here forever as long as he was your view.

his eyes drop to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and your breath hitches in your throat. 

please do it, please do it, please do it. 

“can i–”

“please.”

he leans down after a huff of amusement leaves his nose, catching your lips between his, and fuck it if you’ve ever felt emotion with any man prior to this– this was everything. your lips molded together as if your bodies were waiting for this, your body leaning forward into his, melting into his touch like no one’s skin has ever been on your own. the sand was no longer beneath your feet, the wind was no longer biting your skin, all you could feel was the heat of yunho all over you. on your cheeks, your lips, your torso, your legs– yunho was everywhere, all at once.

you didn’t think a first kiss could be so devastating. rewiring everything you thought you knew, about love, about bonds, about the fucking fireworks that appeared when it was right. this was raw, an exchanging of emotion, an act of pouring passion into one another as if the other wasn’t overflowing to begin with. everything you’re feeling must have been laying dormant somewhere inside you, buried beneath fear and decades of hiding behind the facade of a platonic friendship– this couldn’t be something that just surfaced because you’re swapping spit. not something this heavy. 

when you finally broke away from each other, your face still between his palms as you stared into each other like you were the only thing visible, the only thing you could muster was a breathy, “holy shit.”

yunho laughed, which made you laugh, and he pressed his forehead against yours. his voice was ragged yet filled with relief as he said, “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to do that.”

“five years, i’d assume,” you tease, and you both fall into laughter again. 

by the time you made it down to the picnic, you’d taken a slew of pictures already, sorting through all the foods, pouring the fruity wine, you were deep into conversation again. yunho gave you the walk-through, starting from five years ago up until now, filling you in on all of his one-sided yearning. you sat dumbfounded that you didn’t notice anything. 

you talked about the night at the party, apologizing all over again, but you came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be here right now if that didn’t happen, that was the push– you scrunched your nose when you realized matt was right. 

you even went as far back as talking about his bad mood the night mingyu came over– which you chopped up to nothing but a bad mood at the time, but found out yunho had an agenda against mingyu the entire time. he was threatened because mingyu was a keeper, a sentiment you still agreed with, but you couldn’t be mad when this turn out is so much better. his open admittance of his jealousy surprised you but impressed you at the same time, not only that he could admit it, but that he could overcome it– also the fact that he knew if he complained enough you’d comply. slightly toxic? maybe, but it seemed to be in good faith, a man at a crossroads– he proved his innocence the day he told you to call him anyways, after coming to terms with your decision instead of holding you back for himself.  

you talked about the future, yunho had immediately said there was no pressure on something coming out of today, which had you promptly laughing in his face. there was no way you were letting him out of your sight after today– he was yours. by the end of the discussion you weren’t necessarily official, but you were exclusively seeing each other, and when the time was right you’d take it further. this was your first date, after all. 

you sat in constant conversation until the sun had far past set and the only light was from the burning fire beside you. when the chill became too much and your blanket was wrapped around your entire body, even laying over your head like a hood, you decided to call it a night, cleaning up your picnic and packing everything into his trunk. 

when you were back in his car with the heat blasting, you could finally relax beside him with his hand on your leg once more, your limbs defrosting, exhaustion from the day laying over you like your blanket was just moments ago. you fell asleep against your will as soon as your eyes fluttered closed, as if you blinked and forgot the second half, the soft song playing through the speakers of his car lulling you to sleep. 

he woke you up by pressing a kiss to your forehead, his car parked in your driveway, moving pieces of your hair out of your face. his voice was too awake as he said, “wake up, sleepy girl.”

not fully conscious, you looked around, the night pitch black around you, you missed when yunho left the car. you didn’t have it in you to get up– or unbuckle your seatbelt, riddled in confusion. yunho opened the door for you just as you were rubbing your eyes, still confused and not all the way conscious. he laughed at the sight, leaning into the car to unbuckle your seatbelt, helping you out of the passenger seat with his hand linked with yours. 

he grabbed your record player and jacob junior from his backseat and led you up to your front door, surprisingly to an empty house– then up to your bedroom, where you slumped over your mattress, eyes closing the moment your body came in contact with the cushion. 

“no sleeping yet,” he said from behind you, unboxing jacob junior and throwing him onto your bed, placing your record player on your desk. “you need to change still.”

you, with a little more consciousness, mumbled, “i don’t wanna. the cold made me sleepy.”

“i know,” he stood behind you, his hands on his hips– not that you could see him. “but you’re in your outside clothes on your bed right now.” 

you groaned, pushing your body up with your arms, standing up straight so you could stretch. you turn to face yunho, still mid-stretch, “are you staying over?” 

“i can stay here, yeah.” 

“no,” you pointed your eyes, knowing he means he can sleep in the guest room, “are you staying in here with me?”

yunho purses his lips, “come on teens, i said i wanna do this the right way.”

this makes a devious smile crawl onto your face, your hands reaching your hips, “you’ve slept in here before, it’s the same thing. what are you afraid of? a little kissing?”

“it’s not kissing i’m afraid of,” he says under his breath, turning away from you and your wiggling eyebrows. 

“come on,” you whine out, grabbing onto his back from behind him, “please? you’re warm and i’m still cold.” 

he turns his head to look at you from over his shoulder, “fine, but no funny business.”

“yes sir,” you salute from behind him, a smile on your cheeks, and he shakes his head. 

within twenty minutes the two of you are showered and changed into sleep clothes, you laid with your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you, your tv on and playing your favorite show– the intimacy of it all, the comfort, how you fell headfirst into routine, you haven’t stopped relishing in the feeling since he picked you up this afternoon. 

it might have been less than a week before thanksgiving, but at least you secured a date, and with time, a boyfriend. better late than never, you supposed. 

my baby is finished!!! the first story i have ever written and actually completed, i feel so accomplished right now. i hope you love yunho just as much as i do, this story is my heart n soul

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1. The Chemistry Between Us (COMPLETED)

2. Accidentally Yours (ONGOING)

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Accidentally Yours | j.yh

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pairing : roommate! yunho x roommate! reader

genre : fluff, comedy, smut (warning : 16+)

synopsis : when you move in with Jeong Yunho—your charismatic, frustratingly attractive friend—everything is supposed to be strictly platonic. But late nights, shared spaces, and accidental moments start blurring the lines between friendship and something far deeper. What begins as harmless teasing turns into unresolved tension, unexpected kisses, and heated nights neither of you saw coming.

As feelings grow stronger, jealousy, vulnerability, and Yunho’s loyal but chaotic friends (Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and San) stir up everything you thought you had figured out. Secrets come to light, emotions run high, and through it all, one truth becomes clear, some accidents are meant to happen.

Chapters :

1. The Roommate Rulebook

2. The Accidental Almost-Kiss

3. Heat of the Moment

4. “We Need to Talk” Talk

5. The Jealousy Situation

6. Can’t Stay Away

7. Morning After Realizations

8. Unexpected Guests and a Twist

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The Chemistry Between Us | j.yh

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pairing : science major! yunho x business major! reader

genre : fluff, college au

synopsis : you’ve known Jeong Yunho since freshman year—he was the quiet science major with thick black glasses, oversized shirts, and a brain that could explain the universe. You were the business major who admired him from a distance, heart fluttering every time you spotted him at the library… but never said a word.

Until senior year.

One bold move across a study table changes everything. What begins as a nervous conversation blooms into kisses between classes, late-night snuggles, and a love story that feels like fate. From graduation gowns to shared apartments, stress-filled workdays to spontaneous takeout nights, you and Yunho learn that love isn’t found in grand gestures—it’s in every quiet moment you choose each other.

Years later, Yunho—still the same nerd, now with a lab coat and a ring—proves once again that the strongest formulas aren’t written in textbooks… but felt in the heart.

A story of first glances, slow-burn love, and kisses that grow with every chapter.

Chapters :

1. Variables and First Glances

2. Love in the Little Things

3. The Constant in My Formula

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The Chemistry Between Us | j.yh

Chapter 3 : The Constant In My Formula

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𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

→ note : this is the last chapter of this mini series honestly it was so fun writing it but I'm flopping on this series help TvT

→ genre : fluff, college au, romance, future au

→ pairing : science major! yunho x business major! reader

→ word count : 2.6k

→ synopsis : Years later, Yunho proves love is the greatest equation of all-with a ring, fairy lights, and the kind of kiss that solves everything.

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Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

You were working full-time now—marketing strategist at a sleek downtown firm, running on caffeine and calendar reminders. Yunho had officially earned the title of Dr. Jeong—he was a research fellow at one of the top chemical research centers in the country.

You still lived in the same apartment, though it had more framed pictures and less sticky notes now (except the one he refused to take down on your mirror).

“Hottest business major in existence. Love, your science nerd.”

That one stayed. Like him.

Every morning, Yunho kissed your shoulder while you brushed your teeth. Every evening, he kissed your temple the moment you stepped through the door. Every night, he kissed you slowly—like you were a constant he never wanted to solve.

And you loved him with everything you had.

But what you didn’t know… was that he’d been planning something for months.

It started with the ring.

Yunho spent weeks researching the science behind gemstone structures. (Of course he did.) He picked a minimalist, elegant platinum band with a subtle round diamond—not too flashy, just like you liked. He even had your initials and a tiny hand-drawn molecule engraved on the inside.

Then came the plan.

A proposal—but not just any proposal. Yunho-style. Nerdy. Personal. Completely you.

He told you to keep your Friday evening free.

You stepped into the lab just after sunset, heels clicking on the glossy floor. The receptionist waved you in, already smiling like she knew something you didn’t.

The door to Yunho’s lab was slightly ajar. You pushed it open—and froze.

The lights were dimmed, replaced by warm fairy lights strung along the ceiling. Soft instrumental music played from a speaker. And in the middle of the room, there was a table. On it sat a notebook, your favorite flowers, and a tiny glowing beaker with pink liquid bubbling inside.

You smiled. “What is this…?”

Then Yunho stepped out from behind a partition—lab coat over a crisp white button-up, glasses on, looking like a dream.

“I’ve run the experiment a thousand times,” he said, walking toward you, voice nervous and sweet. “And every result leads to the same conclusion.”

You tilted your head, already breathless. “Oh yeah? What conclusion?”

He grinned, tugging off his gloves, and held up the notebook. Inside were scribbled equations—some real, some ridiculous.

Attraction + Trust + Time + Too Many Kisses = Love²

Then on the last page:

Hypothesis: I want to spend forever with you.

Solution: Ask.

Yunho set the notebook down. Reached into his coat pocket. Dropped to one knee.

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears instantly blurred your vision.

“Will you marry me?” he said, voice shaking. “And keep kissing me every day, forever?”

You dropped to your knees too and threw your arms around him, nearly knocking the ring out of his hand.

“Yes! Yunho—yes, a thousand times!”

He laughed—relieved, elated—and cupped your face, eyes glossy behind his glasses.

Then he kissed you.

A deep, breathtaking kiss. The kind that tasted like tears and joy and everything that ever brought you two together. His hands cradled your face, your arms clung to his coat, and the world melted away into molecules and heartbeats.

Later that night, back at your apartment, Yunho slipped the ring on your finger while you both sat cross-legged on the couch, eating takeout straight from the boxes.

You admired the sparkle, but even more than the ring, you admired him.

“Did you really do equations?” you teased.

He shrugged with a sheepish grin. “I had to. It wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t nerdy.”

You leaned in and kissed him softly. “God, I love you.”

Another kiss. Slower. Sweeter. Full of promise.

And just when you were about to pull away, Yunho whispered against your lips:

“One more kiss. For science.”

You laughed into his mouth. “That’s not how science works.”

He smirked. “Says the girl who kissed a nerd in the library four years ago and changed my entire life.”

You kissed him again anyway.

For love.

For science.

For forever.

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The Chemistry Between Us | j.yh

Chapter 2 : Love In The Little Things

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𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

→ note : chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow, enjoy !! <33

→ genre : fluff, college au

→ pairing : science major! yunho x business major! reader

→ word count : 2.5k

→ synopsis : from graduation kisses to shared takeout in your first apartment, you and Yunho fall in love through everyday moments that feel like magic.

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It had been three months since you and Yunho started dating, and somehow, the honeymoon phase showed no signs of ending.

You were still obsessed with the way he bit his lip when he was thinking, the way he mumbled chemistry equations in his sleep, and most of all—the way he kissed you. And Yunho? He was absolutely smitten. Every time he saw you, he looked like he’d just found a rare element in the lab.

He kissed you every chance he got.

Quick kisses in between classes. Soft, slow ones in the quiet corners of the library. A hot, breathless one behind the student union when it started to rain unexpectedly, and he pulled you under the awning. And your favourite? The ones where he kissed you like he was memorizing you—fingers in your hair, breath hitching, glasses slightly fogged up, lips moving like poetry.

The day of graduation crept up faster than you both expected.

You stood beside him in your cap and gown, nervous butterflies in your stomach. The air was buzzing with excitement and nerves and the low hum of “Pomp and Circumstance.” Yunho, looking ridiculously handsome in his gown and glasses, reached over to squeeze your hand.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his thumb stroking your knuckles.

“I think so,” you whispered, then turned to face him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, but his eyes flickered down to your lips. “Not really. I kinda want to kiss you right now.”

You laughed. “Yunho, we’re literally about to walk across the stage.”

“So? It’s tradition to do something unforgettable before a big milestone, right?”

And before you could answer, he leaned in and kissed you—soft and lingering, right there in the middle of the graduation line.

People clapped and whistled, and you both broke apart laughing, slightly flushed but absolutely glowing.

“That was so cheesy,” you said, leaning your forehead against his.

“You love it,” he whispered back.

You did.

After the ceremony, your family insisted on taking a million pictures. Yunho—ever the gentleman—introduced himself politely, shook hands, complimented your mom’s earrings and even helped carry chairs for your dad. You could see how nervous he was—glasses fogging, fingers fidgeting in his gown sleeve—but he never let go of your hand the entire time.

Later, when your parents walked off to take a call, he turned to you, eyes wide.

“Were they okay with me? I didn’t say anything weird, right? Did your dad hate me? He looked like he hated me—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

Not just a peck—a real kiss. The kind that said, you’re mine and I’m proud of it. He melted into it, hands on your waist, lips parting slightly as you deepened it. You pulled away just enough to whisper, “They loved you. I love you.”

Yunho stared at you, eyes soft behind his glasses.

“I love you too.”

Another kiss.

This one sweeter. Slower. Full of the promise of what was to come.

Summer came, and so did new routines.

Yunho started working part-time at a lab nearby while prepping for grad school. You were busy with internships and networking events. But every night, no matter how tired you both were, he came over with snacks, curled up next to you on the couch, and kissed you like you were his safe place.

You were.

One night, during a thunderstorm, you were curled under a blanket watching a documentary. Yunho had his head on your shoulder, glasses crooked, fingers laced with yours.

Out of nowhere, he murmured, “What if we lived together next year?”

Your heart skipped. “Really?”

He looked up at you, eyes wide and vulnerable. “I mean, if you want to. No pressure. Just… I like falling asleep next to you. I like waking up and seeing you drooling on my chest.”

You hit his arm, laughing. “I do not drool—”

He kissed you mid-protest.

A messy, laughing kiss that turned into a slower one as your laughter melted into sighs and whispered I-love-yous between breaths.

A month later, you moved into a small apartment together. It wasn’t fancy—creaky floors, tiny kitchen, a shower that made weird noises—but it was yours.

Yunho labeled everything with tiny sticky notes in neat handwriting:

“Pantry: starches & sugars (and your cookies)”

“Laundry basket (for your chaotic sock collection)”

“Microwave—aka our lazy dinner machine”

And on your bedroom mirror, in pink highlighter:

“You’re the hottest business major in existence. Love, your science nerd.”

You kissed him senseless for that one.

He kissed you back like he was addicted. Lips hungry, hands pulling you close, glasses pushed up into his hair. You ended up tangled on the bed, breathless and giddy and absolutely in love.

There were hard days, of course.

Days when his experiments failed. Days when your presentations bombed. Days when stress curled in your stomach like smoke. But Yunho was always there.

With kisses to your temple, your nose, your hands.

With whispered affirmations, arms tight around you as he murmured, “We’ll figure it out together.”

And you’d do the same—pull him into your lap when he was spiraling, kiss his tired eyes, run your fingers through his hair and remind him, “You’re more than grades and results. You’re enough. You’re mine.”

Your favorite night came in September.

It was warm, the windows open, a breeze blowing through your shared apartment. You were both in pajamas, sitting on the floor surrounded by empty takeout boxes. A playlist hummed softly in the background.

Yunho pulled you into his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you ever think about how we almost never talked?” he said quietly. “Like… if you hadn’t sat in front of me that day in the library…”

You smiled, tilting your head to kiss his cheek. “I think about it all the time.”

“And now we live together. And I kiss you every day.”

You leaned in and kissed him slowly. “Multiple times a day.”

He grinned and kissed you again. “Like right now.”

And again.

And again.

Until you were both breathless, wrapped around each other on the floor, laughing and whispering promises into the air like secrets no one else would ever hear.

[yunpupu]

The Chemistry Between Us | j.yh

Chapter 1 : Variables and First Glances

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→ note : this series has 3 parts. I'll post chapter 2 tomorrow >< I hope you enjoy <3

→ genre : fluff, college au

→ word count : 1.8k

→ pairing : science major! yunho x business major! reader

→ synopsis : after years of quiet crushes and missed chances, one day in the library changes everything between you and science major, Jeong Yunho.

masterlist | chapter 2

You always noticed him.

From the very first semester of freshman year, seated a few rows in front of you in that huge shared lecture hall, he was hard to miss. Tall, broad shoulders, messy dark hair that always looked a little damp from rushing across campus, and a pair of thick black glasses that would slide down his nose every few minutes. He was always scribbling notes at lightning speed, jaw clenched in concentration.

He was a science major—something smart and intimidating, like biochemistry or physics. You, on the other hand, were all spreadsheets, presentations, and marketing plans. Business major life.

You never spoke. Not once. Just shared occasional glances when passing by in hallways or in the dining commons. But your eyes always found him—quiet, brilliant, slightly awkward but somehow still… insanely attractive.

And now, four years later—senior year—you spotted him again. Not across a busy classroom, but in the quiet stillness of the campus library.

He sat alone at a table near the back, a stack of thick textbooks towering beside him, pen tapping lightly against the pages as he stared intently at his notes. He wore a simple white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, veins in his forearms prominent as he adjusted his glasses with his thumb. His hair was a bit neater now, but the same boyish charm clung to him. His glasses made his eyes look even bigger, especially when he blinked in focus.

God. He was still so hot. A hot nerd. Your favourite kind.

And this time… you weren’t going to let the moment pass.

Swallowing your nerves, you walked up and slid into the seat across from him without asking. He glanced up, surprised, blinking twice before recognition dawned in his eyes.

“Uh… hi?” he said, voice soft but deep. “Do I… know you?”

You gave him a smile. “Sort of. We've had a few classes together. Back in freshman year. I’m a business major.”

He squinted, then his lips parted slightly. “You sat near the windows in our ECON 101 class, right? You always wore that brown blazer.”

Your brows shot up. “You remember that?”

He flushed, glancing down with a shy laugh. “I have a good memory.”

You grinned. “Guess we both noticed each other, then.”

From that day on, things changed.

You and Yunho started bumping into each other more often—though you were sure he was intentionally “studying” in the business building just to run into you. He was a little awkward at first, stuttering when he tried to make jokes, nervously adjusting his glasses every time your eyes lingered too long.

But as the weeks passed, the awkward melted into comfortable. Late night study sessions, walks back to your dorms in the chilly fall air, shared coffee runs, inside jokes about science memes he swore you wouldn’t understand but somehow did.

You learned that Yunho was double majoring in chemistry and physics and had just landed an internship at a prestigious research facility. He was brilliant. But more than that—he was kind, thoughtful, with a laugh that made your chest flutter. He liked bubble tea with extra tapioca, terrible sci-fi movies, and he played the piano when no one was around.

And he made you feel seen.

And lately… you could feel something shifting. The way his knee would brush yours and he didn’t pull away. How he lingered a second longer when your hands accidentally touched while reaching for the same book. How his eyes would stay on your mouth when you talked, like he was trying not to stare but failing miserably.

It was a Friday evening when it finally happened.

You were both in the empty campus café after hours, the lights low, the rain tapping against the windows. You were pretending to study, but neither of you had touched your books in the last thirty minutes.

Yunho was fidgeting with his pen, gaze flickering toward you then away again. You raised an eyebrow. “You good?”

He hesitated, then cleared his throat. “I, uh… I need to tell you something.”

You straightened a little, heart beating faster. “Okay…”

“I’ve, um… I’ve liked you for a long time,” he blurted, his voice slightly too loud in the quiet room. “Since freshman year, actually. But I didn’t think you even knew I existed. And then I saw you again this year and… I didn’t want to miss the chance again.”

You blinked, stunned—but warmth bloomed in your chest like sunlight cracking through clouds.

“Yunho,” you said gently, a smile tugging at your lips. “I liked you too. I just… thought you were way too smart and out of my league.”

He laughed—soft and incredulous. “Out of your league? Are you serious? You’re amazing.”

Your heart did a weird flip, and you laughed with him—then looked at him seriously. “So… what do we do now?”

He looked at you like he was still trying to believe this was real. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, one hand sliding across the table to brush your fingers. “Can I kiss you?”

Your breath caught, and you nodded.

And then he did.

It was soft at first—tentative, careful, as if he was testing the waters. His lips were warm, and his hand came up to gently hold your cheek. But when you leaned in and kissed him back, everything deepened. His glasses bumped your nose slightly, making you both giggle into the kiss, but you didn’t care.

You were kissing Jeong Yunho. Hot nerd. Science genius. Sweetest guy in the world. And he was kissing you like he’d been waiting forever.

After that, everything just made sense.

Yunho started walking you to class every morning, even if it meant going across campus. He’d leave you little sticky notes in your notebooks—nerdy chemistry puns and cheesy love lines. You’d bring him coffee during his late labs and sit outside just to walk him home after.

He still wore those thick glasses, still wore his button-ups with the top button undone and sleeves rolled up just the way you liked. But now, he’d pull you close and whisper, “I missed you,” like it had been days instead of hours.

You’d tease him for being a nerd, and he’d smirk and say, “Yeah, but I’m your nerd now.”

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[yunpupu]

Just For Show... Right? | s.mg

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note : hai hai guys I never thought I would write a smut in a comedy genre but it's funny so enjoy *wink wink*

pairing : best friend! mingi x best friend! reader

genre : comedy, fake dating, smut (warning : 18+)

word count : 2.6k

synopsis : when you lie about having a boyfriend to avoid family pity at a wedding, your best friend Mingi steps in to play the role—maybe a little too well. Between flirty antics, scandalously convincing PDA, and a very real night of very fake passion, the lines between pretend and reality blur fast. What starts as a hilarious charade turns into something messier, steamier, and way more complicated than either of you expected. Because faking it with Mingi? Yeah… turns out that might’ve been your biggest mistake—or the best decision you’ve ever made.

You’re not sure how it came to this. Actually, scratch that—you know exactly how it came to this. It started with a lie. A dumb, panicked lie.

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend,” you had blurted out at your cousin’s wedding brunch, tired of being pitied by every aunt, uncle, and dog-walking neighbor who thought your love life was a tragedy worthy of national news.

And because the universe has a twisted sense of humor, you were seated at the singles table anyway, right next to your ex and his new fiancée.

So, yeah. A lie. And then a photo. And then a bigger lie.

You needed someone tall, hot, and convincingly boyfriend-material. You needed Mingi.

Your best friend. Your sometimes-too-honest, sometimes-too-loud, sometimes-almost-naked-around-you best friend.

“Sure,” he said after laughing for five minutes straight. “I’ll fake-date you. But I want a reward.”

You blinked. “Like what, an Oscar?”

“No,” he grinned. “I want a dinner. Steak. And—” his grin turned dangerously mischievous “—if I have to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of your family, I’m going to be really convincing.”

You should’ve known then.

It turns out Mingi is an incredible fake boyfriend. Too incredible.

He holds your hand like it’s second nature, slings his arm around your shoulder like you belong there. Whispers in your ear at the table, low and warm, and kisses your temple when you laugh a little too loud. He even stole a piece of cake from your plate and made eye contact while he licked the frosting off his thumb.

You almost passed out.

Aunt Elena whispered, “He’s a keeper,” and you had to bite your tongue not to scream HE’S JUST DOING A BIT.

After dinner, your mother insisted he stay in the guest room.

Which was fine.

Until you both found out there’s only one bed.

“Oh no,” Mingi said dramatically, flopping onto the mattress like a man betrayed by fate. “Guess we’ll just have to share.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You’ll ruin your back and then who will your fake boyfriend have to fake spoon at 3 AM?”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it and said, “Come on, I don’t snore. I only lightly moan in my sleep.”

You were beginning to regret everything.

You lasted twenty minutes.

The bed was big enough that you both started on separate ends. But Mingi runs warm. And the AC was too high. And at some point, in a sleepy half-dream, he slung his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest like a teddy bear.

You woke up with your face in his neck and his morning wood firmly pressed against your ass.

He blinked at you, half-awake, voice raspy. “Morning.”

“Morning,” you squeaked.

“...I’m hard.”

“I can feel that, thanks.”

A beat.

“You wanna do something about it?”

You should’ve said no. Really. That would’ve been the smart thing. Logical. Responsible.

But instead, your brain short-circuited, and you said—

“Only if you promise not to make it weird.”

Mingi made it weird. But in the best way possible.

“I just want to say,” he said as he kissed down your neck, “this is a very realistic fake relationship.”

You didn’t answer—mostly because your brain was busy melting as he slipped a hand under your shirt.

“You know,” he said between kisses, voice muffled against your skin, “for research purposes... I think we should have sex.”

"You're literally inside my shirt right now.”

“Then we’re already halfway there!”

He grinned as you rolled your eyes, then promptly shut you up with his mouth on yours.

It was messy. Loud. You knocked over a lamp. At one point, he lost his balance while trying to unbuckle his belt and hit the wall with his elbow.

“Ow— okay, okay, wait, I can still make this sexy,” he gasped.

“You’re the least sexy person I’ve ever met.”

And yet, somehow, five minutes later, you were underneath him, moaning into his mouth as he rocked into you like he’d been waiting to do it for years.

“God, you feel—” he groaned, trailing off, eyes half-lidded. “—I’m gonna need a minute after this. Maybe two.”

“I’d give you a gold medal if you could last longer than three minutes.”

“Oh? Bet?”

He lasted seven. Barely.

After, both of you stared at the ceiling, sweaty, out of breath, and in complete silence.

“Okay,” he said. “Now this is fake dating done right.”

The morning after was surprisingly not awkward.

Mingi made you coffee, wore nothing but boxers, and said, “So when’s the next family event? I need to practice being disgustingly in love with you.”

“Didn’t we peak already?”

“Oh no,” he said, grinning. “That was just the trailer. Wait till they see the full movie.”

You didn’t say it—but a small part of you wondered if this was really still fake.

Because Mingi didn’t just act like a boyfriend. He was sweet, and soft, and kissed your forehead like he meant it. He brought you snacks while you worked. Told your grandma he’d protect you from bad men like some kind of clumsy K-drama hero.

And the sex? Ridiculous. Consistent. Mind-melting. You had a fake boyfriend with benefits and you were in too deep.

Three weeks later, the charade was supposed to be over.

Except… neither of you brought it up. You went back to your own apartment, but Mingi still texted you good morning. Still called you “babe” for fun. Still sent thirst traps with captions like, “Your fake boyfriend misses you. And he’s shirtless.”

And somehow, one late night, you ended up back in his bed. Again. And again.

Until one night, lying tangled in sheets, you finally asked:

“So… what are we doing?”

Mingi blinked at you. “Cuddling. Aftercare. Why? You want water?”

“No, I mean…” You hesitated. “Are we still faking this?”

He paused.

“I mean, I’m not exactly banging other people, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You raised a brow. “So you’re monogamous in our fake relationship?”

“Well, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You’re… kinda my favorite person.”

Your heart stuttered.

“Wait, what?”

Mingi groaned. “Don’t make me say gross things. I already did the forehead kiss thing! What more do you want from me, woman?”

You laughed. Hard. “Are you trying to confess your feelings or win a comedy award?”

“Both,” he deadpanned. “I want to make you laugh and scream my name.”

You hit him with a pillow. He tackled you. You kissed him like you meant it.

And this time, it wasn’t for show.

[yunpupu]

masterlist !

oneshots :

⤹⤷ kim hongjoong.

All in (smut)

⤹⤷ park seonghwa.

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⤹⤷ jeong yunho.

Offstage Desires (smut)

Obsession In The Dark (horror, thriller)

Off Script (thriller, smut)

Almost, Always (angst, romance, fluff)

The Moonlit Vow (fantasy, royalty au)

Spring Blooms Again (angst, fluff, smut)

The Sound Of You. (fluff)

Room 1117 (smut)

⤹⤷ kang yeosang.

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⤹⤷ choi san.

Falling Into You (smut)

⤹⤷ song mingi.

Just For Show... Right? (smut, comedy)

⤹⤷ jung wooyoung.

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⤹⤷ choi jongho.

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[yunpupu]

Room 1117 | j.yh

note : immediately thought of this as soon as he posted that and he had no right to post these like what the actual fuck is wrong with him🤨

pairing : bf! yunho x gf! reader

genre : smut (warning : 18+)

word count : 5k

summary : after a late-night text from Yunho, you visit his hotel room, where unresolved tension ignites into deep, passionate intimacy. What starts as lust turns into something more tender and emotional. By morning, tangled in sheets and soft sunlight, neither of you wants it to end—and for the first time, it feels like the beginning of something real.

The knock came soft, almost unsure.

You hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the hotel room handle, heart thudding faster than it should’ve after a simple text from him:

“1117. Come if you want to.”

You almost didn’t go.

Almost.

But now, standing outside his door with only the muffled hum of the hallway lights and your own heartbeat for company, you couldn’t turn back. Not when you remembered how he’d looked at you earlier that evening—lips parted, eyes dark, like he already knew you’d say yes.

You pushed open the door.

Warm light spilled out. There he was—Yunho—leaning against the headboard, robe loosely tied, collarbone peeking out, damp hair falling messily across his forehead. His hand was pressed to his cheek, watching you like you were something he wanted to savor slowly. The room smelled faintly of clean linen, his cologne, and heat.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice deep and scratchy, as if you’d woken him up from something dreamlike.

You swallowed, stepping in and shutting the door behind you with a quiet click. “You’re really just… sitting there like that?”

He smiled lazily, head tilting as he eyed your figure. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“You told me to.”

“I said if you want to,” he corrected, his gaze lingering as you dropped your bag on the chair. “So… do you?”

You stepped closer, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. His robe parted slightly as he shifted to sit up straighter, revealing a sliver of toned stomach and the lines that disappeared beneath the fabric. You tried not to stare. Failed.

“I shouldn’t,” you breathed.

“But you did.”

You nodded.

“Good,” he said, his voice almost a growl now. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left my bed the last time.”

Your breath caught.

That night had been chaos. Desire, rushed touches, clothes hitting the floor like confessions. But this time… this felt different. Slower. Like he wasn’t in a rush to have you, because he already knew he would.

“Come here,” he said softly.

You obeyed.

As soon as you were within reach, Yunho’s hand reached out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down onto the bed. You landed beside him, and he didn’t waste a second—his lips were on yours, warm and coaxing, tongue brushing yours with a deep hunger that had your skin prickling.

His hand slid behind your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you like he had all the time in the world. The robe slipped open a bit more, and the heat radiating from his skin was dizzying.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your lips, before trailing down your neck, biting gently at the spot below your ear. “Missed this… missed you.”

You didn’t even realize your hands were untying his robe until you felt the fabric fall away, revealing his bare chest beneath. He looked so good it hurt. His skin was smooth and warm beneath your palms, chest rising and falling steadily as he let you explore.

He leaned back slightly, watching your face as you touched him. “You gonna just look,” he murmured, “or are you gonna do something about it?”

You gave him a look that made him smirk—before you pushed him down against the pillows.

His eyes darkened immediately.

“I want to taste you,” you said, voice hoarse, honest.

“Fuck,” Yunho breathed, “come here.”

You crawled over him, straddling his waist, and he sat up just enough to pull your shirt over your head in one swift move, mouth dragging along your collarbone, down the swell of your chest. Your skin burned under his lips, and your back arched instinctively when his tongue flicked over your nipple, teasing, then sucking softly until you gasped.

You could feel him hard against your thigh, and the sheer heat between you two was making it hard to breathe.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, voice low and raw. “You know that?”

His hands slid down your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips as he rolled you over, switching positions so quickly it left you breathless. Now, he was over you, robe discarded, his body pressed fully against yours, skin to skin.

Everywhere he touched felt electric—his mouth trailing down your stomach, the scratch of his jaw against your inner thigh, the way he looked up at you before disappearing between your legs like he was about to worship you.

And he did.

Tongue slow and deliberate, fingers steady as he built you up—until your back arched off the mattress and your moans filled the room. He held you there, trembling, falling apart just for him.

When he came back up, your lips met in a mess of desperation. You needed him now.

“Condom,” you whispered, barely able to speak.

Yunho reached into the drawer beside the bed, rolling one on with practiced ease. And then—he was there, pressing into you slow and deep, forehead against yours, like he couldn’t stand to be even an inch away.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

You did.

And in that moment, nothing else existed—just him, the feeling of his body moving against yours, the way he kissed you like he needed to, like he missed you, like he never wanted to let go again.

The pace built quickly—each thrust rougher, deeper, like he was trying to mark every inch of you. Your nails dragged down his back, and he hissed into your neck, rutting harder, faster, until you were both trembling on the edge.

“Cum for me,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Wanna feel you lose it.”

And when you did—when your body shook beneath him and he followed moments after, groaning your name into your skin—it felt like the world had stopped spinning, just for the two of you.

After, Yunho didn’t move.

He stayed there, wrapped around you, chest rising and falling against yours. The afterglow settled like warmth between your bones, and his hand found yours beneath the sheets.

“I don’t want this to be just one night again,” he said softly, lips brushing your forehead.

You turned your head, eyes meeting his. “Then don’t let it be.”

You must’ve drifted off. The sheets were tangled around your leg, skin sticky with sweat, heart still finding its rhythm again. The room had gone quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and Yunho’s soft, steady breathing next to you.

You opened your eyes slowly.

He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, voice still wrecked from earlier.

He smiled, the kind that made your stomach flutter. “I’m thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

He reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “I want you again.”

You blinked. “Already?”

Yunho leaned in, lips brushing against your jaw. “I’m not done showing you how much I missed you.”

Before you could reply, his mouth found your throat again, slower this time, lazy and teasing. His fingers slid along your waist, gripping possessively before moving lower. You gasped when his hand slipped between your thighs again—already knowing exactly how to touch you.

“You’re sensitive,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your chest. “Still so wet for me.”

You whimpered, hips arching off the bed as his fingers toyed with your folds, dragging slow circles that made you tremble.

“I love how your body reacts to me,” he breathed. “It’s like you’re made for me.”

You reached for him, your fingers tangling in his messy black hair as he slid lower, tongue replacing his fingers, lapping at you slowly until your thighs were trembling around his shoulders.

“Yunho—please,” you whispered, and the way your voice broke on his name made him groan against you.

He came back up, lips slick, eyes dark. “Want me to fuck you again, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

He reached for another condom, tearing the packet with his teeth like he couldn’t wait. And then he was on top of you again, this time slower, deeper, rolling his hips in a rhythm that had your toes curling and your head thrown back against the pillows.

“You feel so good,” he growled, kissing your collarbone. “I could stay inside you forever.”

You clenched around him at his words, dragging him closer, bodies moving like they’d been made to fit. He held your face in both hands this time, looking into your eyes as he thrust into you harder, deeper.

“I want all of you,” he said, voice breaking. “Not just tonight.”

You barely heard the words over the sound of your own pleasure rising, threatening to drown you again—but you felt them, in the way he kissed you after, slow and almost reverent.

Your second orgasm crashed over you like a wave, Yunho following a moment later, burying himself deep with a groan that sent shivers through your spine.

This time, when you both collapsed into the sheets, you didn’t untangle.

The Next Morning

The sunlight was soft when it slipped through the curtains, casting golden lines across the sheets and your bare skin. You woke to the feeling of arms around your waist, warm breath on the back of your neck.

Yunho was spooning you—legs tangled with yours, chest pressed to your back, heartbeat a steady thump against your spine.

You smiled sleepily, not opening your eyes just yet.

His voice was quiet, groggy. “You awake?”

“Mmhmm.”

His grip tightened slightly, like he was making sure you were really there. “Good. I had a dream you left.”

“I didn’t,” you whispered, turning in his arms to face him.

Yunho looked softer in the daylight, still devastatingly beautiful, but boyish in a way that made your chest ache. His hair was a mess, lips kiss-swollen, and his robe was still draped at the end of the bed, forgotten.

You reached out to touch his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Didn’t plan on leaving.”

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second. “Stay longer?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He smiled, pulling you into him again, lips finding yours for a slow, sleepy kiss that tasted like warmth and second chances.

No rush. No pretending.

Just Yunho. Just you. And the soft hum of a morning that felt like the start of something real.

[yunpupu]

The Sound Of You. | j.yh

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note : this is kind of emotional. I cried while writing this. lol sorry guys, I love yunho deeply it's insane :( basically everything I wrote here was from my feelings, and I want to hear his heartbeat so bad it's so comforting.

genre : fluff (extremely fluffy, emotional)

word count : 2.8k

pairing : bf! yunho x gf! reader summary : On a rainy day, you and Yunho cancel your plans and stay wrapped up together in a blanket on the couch. The sound of his heartbeat becomes your safe haven—your favourite sound in the world. As you both share soft moments of affection, Yunho surprises you with a heartfelt proposal, telling you he had planned something more elaborate, but realized this quiet, rainy moment with you was perfect.

You say yes, overwhelmed with joy and emotion. That night, you fall asleep with your ear over his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep. The next morning, sunlight streams through the window, and you wake up wrapped in his arms—engaged and completely at peace. He pulls you close, and the two of you share a soft, loving kiss—slow and full of quiet emotion—sealing the beginning of your forever.

Rain painted the sky in shades of silver, the clouds sagging low and full. It wasn’t the dramatic kind of storm that came with thunder and flashes of light—it was gentler, steadier. A quiet kind of rain that tapped against the windows like it was asking to be let in, as though even the weather wanted to join you in this stillness.

You and Yunho had cancelled your plans the moment the first drops started falling. Something about rainy days just made everything slow down. The city felt softer. Time felt like it stretched. And today, there was nowhere you’d rather be than in his arms.

You were both on the couch, wrapped in a giant grey knit blanket that covered you from shoulders to toes. A candle flickered quietly on the coffee table, sending hints of vanilla and warmth into the room. There was a movie playing, some old rom-com neither of you were really paying attention to, because Yunho’s heartbeat was far more captivating than anything on-screen.

You were curled into him, head tucked under his chin, your cheek pressed over his chest. His arms were lazily slung around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever been given. Every few seconds, his thumb would stroke along your spine in a soft, thoughtless rhythm, like he needed to remind himself you were there.

But you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever, if you had your way.

The sound of his heartbeat echoed steadily beneath your ear.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It was your favourite sound in the world.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself be completely surrounded by it—his warmth, his scent, the way his chest moved when he breathed. Everything about Yunho made you feel like you were wrapped in safety.

And that heartbeat… It was more than just comfort. It was a song only you got to hear like this. A reminder that he was alive, that he was real, that he was yours.

“Are you asleep?” Yunho’s voice was low, rumbling through his chest.

"No,” you whispered. “Just listening.”

“To what?”

“You.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m not saying anything.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied, your voice soft and honest. “Your heart’s talking.”

His hand stilled on your back, then curled tighter around you. You felt him exhale, and something about that one breath—how full of emotion it felt—made your own eyes sting.

“I love you,” he said suddenly, like he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Your heart caught in your throat. Even after all the times he’d said it before, it still hit you like the first time. Maybe it always would.

You shifted a little so you could look up at him. His dark eyes met yours, soft and open and impossibly full of everything you’d ever wanted.

“I love you too,” you said, more than a reply—it was a promise.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering like he was imprinting the moment into your skin.

The rain picked up a little, a steady rhythm like nature’s own lullaby.

“Remember our first rainy day together?” he murmured, smiling.

You laughed. “How could I forget? We got soaked trying to share one umbrella.”

He grinned. “You were grumpy for an hour.”

“You kept stepping in puddles on purpose!”

“It was funny!”

You mock-pouted, but you were laughing. “My socks were wet, Yunho. Wet.”

He tilted his head dramatically. “And yet… you still fell for me.”

“I did,” you said, quieter now. “I really did.”

You sat up just enough to cup his face in your hands. He leaned into your touch immediately. His skin was warm beneath your palms, his jaw rough with a little stubble. Your thumbs stroked along his cheeks, and his eyes closed.

“I fall for you more every day,” you whispered.

He opened his eyes again, something serious flickering there now. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And somehow, you believed it.

Because it wasn’t just in his words—it was in the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. The way he always remembered the little things, like how you took your tea or how your shoulders tensed when you were stressed. It was in the way he reached for your hand without thinking, the way he always offered you the last bite of dessert, the way he said your name like it was something sacred.

You laid back down on his chest, and again, the sound of his heart welcomed you home.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I think I could stay here forever,” you murmured.

“You can,” he said instantly. “You will. I’m not going anywhere.”

The emotion in his voice hit you right in the chest.

“You mean that?”

He moved so you were face to face, his hand cradling the side of your head. “I’ve never meant anything more. I want forever with you. Days like this. Nights wrapped in blankets. Rainy mornings. Boring errands. Stupid inside jokes. All of it. With you.”

A tear slid down your cheek before you even realized it was there.

He brushed it away gently. “Hey,” he said softly. “What’s that for?”

“I’m just… happy,” you said, voice trembling with it. “Like really, really happy.”

He pulled you into his arms again, tighter this time, and buried his face in your hair. “Me too.”

Time passed. You weren’t sure how long—maybe minutes, maybe hours. The movie ended. The candle burned lower. But the two of you didn’t move. The world could’ve stopped spinning, and you wouldn’t have noticed, not with the way Yunho was holding you.

At one point, he whispered, “Do you want to take a nap?”

You shook your head. “No. I just want this.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “Then let’s stay right here.”

Eventually, he shifted just enough to pull the blanket higher over your shoulders. You noticed his eyes had gone glassy too. You weren’t the only one feeling everything all at once.

“I never believed in soulmates,” he said after a while. “Until you.”

You blinked back more tears, your throat thick. “I used to think love like this only existed in stories.”

He looked at you, and you could see your entire future in his gaze. Not a perfect one, but one filled with love, with effort, with home. With him.

“Then I guess we’re the story,” he said. “And this… this is the best part.”

You smiled, full of everything. “No. The best part’s still coming.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Because we’ve got a whole lifetime to go.”

He pulled you into him again, and for the rest of the afternoon, you stayed tangled up in each other, two hearts beating in time. The rain kept falling, but it couldn’t touch you. You were wrapped in something stronger. Something softer.

Love.

Real, quiet, overwhelming love.

And as you drifted off in his arms, the sound of his heartbeat singing you to sleep, you realized you’d found your favourite sound.

And it would always lead you home.

The rain had slowed into a drizzle, soft enough that the only sound now was the gentle tap-tap on the windows and the faint ticking of the clock. Yunho had been quiet for a few minutes. Not the uncomfortable kind—he just seemed… thoughtful.

You shifted slightly to look up at him. His eyes weren’t on the TV, or the window. They were on you.

“Yunho?” you asked, voice sleepy-soft.

He blinked out of his daze. “Hmm?”

“You okay?”

He smiled—but it was a nervous kind of smile. One that made your heart tilt sideways. You could feel something in the air shift, like the quiet before a life-changing moment. His hands gently found yours beneath the blanket, fingers intertwining, holding you like you were something fragile and precious.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time,” he murmured.

You tilted your head. “What moment?”

He took a slow breath, then reached behind the couch cushion and pulled something small from underneath it.

A tiny velvet box.

Your heart stopped.

“I was going to do this some other way,” he said. “Out somewhere fancy. A dinner. Or a trip. Something big. But... then we canceled our plans, and we stayed in, and you laid your head on my chest and told me my heartbeat is your favorite sound in the world…”

He paused, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“…And I realized—this is it. This is exactly how I want to ask you.”

He opened the box.

Inside was a delicate, simple ring. A soft silver band with a small diamond, nothing flashy, but somehow perfect. It looked like you.

“Because this is us. You, me, and the rain. Your cheek on my chest. Our future curled up in a blanket.”

Tears blurred your vision before you could even respond.

“I love you,” he said, voice trembling with emotion. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known. You make everything better. You are my home. So, will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you?”

His eyes searched yours, full of so much hope, so much certainty.

“Will you marry me?”

The world quieted. Even the rain paused, as if holding its breath.

You threw your arms around him, tears already slipping down your cheeks. “Yes,” you whispered into his neck. “Of course yes. A thousand times yes.”

He let out a shaky laugh, hugging you so tight you thought your ribs might crack from happiness. The ring slid onto your finger like it had always belonged there.

There were no fireworks. No crowd. Just you, him, and the sound of rain against the window.

But it was everything.

And you fell asleep that night still wrapped in his arms, your ring catching the soft candlelight, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. It was still your favorite sound.

The Next Morning

You woke up before him.

The rain had stopped, and the sun was shyly pushing through the clouds, painting golden streaks across the sheets. The entire apartment smelled like morning—linen, sunlight, and the faintest trace of him.

Yunho was still asleep beside you, half the blanket kicked off, one arm flung around your waist, holding you like instinct.

You watched him for a moment. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Soft. Safe. His lashes cast shadows over his cheeks. His lips parted slightly, breath slow and warm.

You looked down at your hand—the ring was still there. Real. Shining. The evidence of everything last night had meant.

A tear slipped out of your eye before you could stop it. You’d never known you could feel this full.

Yunho stirred.

“Mmh?” He blinked up at you, voice raspy. “Why’re you crying? Bad dream?”

You shook your head, smiling. “No. Just… too happy.”

He rolled toward you, eyes still half-lidded with sleep, and pulled you back into his chest. Your head found its home again, right over his heart.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You closed your eyes. “Still my favorite sound.”

He kissed your forehead without opening his eyes. “You’re gonna hear it forever.”

You snuggled closer, wrapping your arms around him. The sunlight bathed the room in gold, and the world outside was quiet and clean.

And in that small, sleepy moment, wrapped in his warmth and the promise of everything ahead—you knew

You had everything you ever needed.

Love. Joy. Home.

And the heartbeat of the person who would never let you go.

You were still tucked against his chest when Yunho whispered, “Hey… look at me.”

His voice was quiet, like he didn’t want to break the softness of the morning. You tilted your head up, your cheek still warm from resting against him. His eyes met yours, and he smiled—a sleepy, slow smile that melted your whole body into the mattress.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He chuckled softly. “Hi.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, slow and gentle, like he was memorizing every inch of your face. “You know,” he said, “last night feels like a dream.”

“It wasn’t,” you murmured, lifting your hand to show him the ring again. “You really did it.”

“And you really said yes,” he whispered, like he still couldn’t believe it.

His forehead touched yours, breaths mingling, and everything stilled around you. Just warmth and comfort and a kind of happiness that settled deep in your chest.

Then Yunho leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t intense. It was slow—so slow it made your eyes flutter shut, so full of emotion it felt like his heart was pouring into yours.

His lips moved with yours like he had all the time in the world. Like there was nowhere else he wanted to be than right here, wrapped in soft sheets, kissing the person he’d promised forever to.

One of his hands cupped your jaw, the other still holding your waist. He pulled back only slightly, just enough to press his nose to yours and whisper, “You feel like home.”

You smiled, lips brushing his. “So do you.”

He kissed you again, even softer this time—like a whisper, like a prayer, like love.

And in that moment, with morning light warming your skin and his kiss warming your soul, you knew

Forever had already begun.

[yunpupu]

Yunho fic recs

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ᯓ��𐭩 Across Stardust - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | soulmate au, idol!yunho x makeup artist!reader (ONGOING)

you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.

Summer nights | Summer's End - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommates au (COMPLETED)

he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.

Guard Dog | part 2 - @beenbaanbuun | hybrid au, hybrid!yunho

Ok, Cowboy - @everyonewooeverywhere (✴) | strangers to lovers au, cowboy mechanic!yunho (ONGOING)

when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Guerilla | bonus - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | serial killer doctor!yunho x crime fiction writer!reader (COMPLETED)

you're a crime fiction writer and you move in with dr. jeong yunho despite his strange, strict house rules. he's very private and you don't mind that, but he's also very cold and unapproachable and you're determined to crack through his walls. little did you know your obsession with gore and crime would melt his heart. Soon, you find yourself tangled in lies, secrets and a detective from your past who suspects yunho and his gang as you navigate thru your relationship with him.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sudden + (A)cute - @eoieopda | friends to lovers au

jeong yunho’s got a serious case of downbaditis — oh, and also a cold.

Stupid In Love - @koyagifs | soon to be parent!au

yunho so excited to become a father, he was determined to make your babymoon the most memorable memory for you.

Antithesis - @kitten4sannie ✴ | spiderman/venom bf!yunho

your boyfriend is going through a phase.

Sixth Sense - @pirateprincessblog | spiderman au, enemies to lovers au, spiderman!yunho x villain!reader

while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.

Pressure Points - @jinkoh ✴ | physiotherapist!yunho

your physical therapy is getting very physical

Love Again - @xomakara ✴ | single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader

You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

P☆RNST☆R - @slutforwoo ✴ | nerd!yunho x gothcamgirl!reader

Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Drill - @byuntrash101 ✴

yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

Prove Her Wrong - @kp-alice ✴ | sub bf!yunho

Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.

Can't Get Rid Of You - @yunniverse | academic rivals to lovers au

both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other

Is that me? - @evenyvn | streamer!yunho x gf!reader

in which yunho makes his in game avatar eerily similar to you and thought no one will notice.

Raw Need - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | omegaverse au, alpha!yunho x omega!reader

your first rut washed rough over you... and even if you didn't wanna do anything about it... your man made sure he'd fuck you senseless thru your rut.

Highs And Lows - @slutteok ✴ | gamer!yunho

you and yunho always joked about getting a dog bed.

09:12 - @atinyslittleworld | protective friend!yunho

Yunho’s protective instincts surface when a persistent stalker confronts Y/N, revealing his possessive side and sparking unexpected emotions.

23:13 PM - @hwaightme | bf!yunho

to be loved is to be heard, and yunho reminds you of this again and again, knowing you beyond the literal and the expected.

Dibs - @s4nniebe4r | rival!yunho

somebody keeps stealing your favorite chair

Find You In My Heart - @anxiouscherubs ✴ | friends to lovers au

the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

Playing In Glass Houses - @honeyhotteoks ✴

the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn’t expect it to be like this.

The Fall - @honeyhotteoks | idol bf!yunho x dancer!reader

during dance practice for the upcoming tour, you fall from a dangerous position, yunho reacts and gets you to the hospital.

In The Act - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommate!yunho

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

Darling Mine - @yuyusbabygirl ✴

You spend the night at your boyfriend's place for the first time and he really likes it when you wear his clothes

Pretty Hands - @starcrossedmusings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

Too Sweet - @hongjoongspoetry ✴ | upcoming rockstar!yunho, opposites attract au

Two complete opposites who are quickly falling for each other, one wanting more but the other afraid of all the things that could go wrong.

Testing The Waters - @stayteezdreams | friends to lovers au

While attending a Halloween party, you learn Yunho's mystery costume was really just a plan to make his feelings for you a bit more obvious.

Tension And Desires - @xomakara ✴ | oblivious friends to lovers au

You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…

Snuggles And Cuddles - @makeitmingi | drunk bf!yunho

Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Kinktober 2024 : Breeding - @desirehorizon ✴

an innocent question to your boyfriend leaves you pumped full of his cum - what an evening!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Puppy With An MAcc - @kp-alice | client!yunho x dominatrix!reader

Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - @starrysvn | friends to lovers au, fake dating au

college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic | best friends to lovers au

you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

Player 9 - @pirateprincessblog ✴ | football player/coach!yunho x aunt!reader

finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.

Muse - @yunholuvrr ✴ | model!yunho x photographer!reader

Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

Opposites Attract - @tainsan ✴ | college au, tutor!yunho

you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

Come Fly With Me - @hwaightme | pilot!yunho x journalist!reader

Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.

Good Boy - @yuyusboyfriend ✴

helping your roommate with a hard problem...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppyboys4you.com - @kitten4sannie ✴ | camboy!yunho

dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

Something To Give Eachother - @sungbeam | childhood best friends to lovers au

yunho might have been the superstar out of the two of you, but you have always been the center of his universe. (you — it's always been you.)

739 Yunho - @potatomountain ✴ |cnc, sexworker!yunho

with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you. Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.

Hide And Seek - @kitten4sannie ✴ | cnc, bf!yunho

You and Yunho play your favorite game together. 

Hunted - @mulloey ✴ | cnc, internet hookup!yunho

it’s all a game, he says. you’re desperate to play.

[2:12 am] - @hwaflms | bf!yunho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Do You Have Abs? - @vent-stink

A Special Gift - @xuchiya | bf!yunho

[1:15] - @yuyusgirlie | husband!yunho

Four In The Morning - @ateezmakemeweep ✴ | strangers to lovers au

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arrogant CEO Yunho Who Gets Knocked Down By His Cute Little Intern - @crimsonbubble ✴ | ceo!yunho x intern!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @seobinghard

Your Skin Is Against My Body - @323cutie ✴

The Way You Look At Me - @323cutie

Anniversaries - @x0x0josephinex0x0 | bf!yunho

Photoshoot - @atinysunbaby | idol!yunho x idol!reader

[yunpupu]

Spring Blooms Again | j.yh

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note : thought about this immediately as soon as he posted that, so hehe >.<

warning : 18+ (unprotected sex)

genre : angst, fluff, smut

word count : 1.5k

summary : months after breaking up with Yunho—who chose his career over your relationship—you find yourself walking beneath cherry blossom trees, still haunted by memories of him. Unexpectedly, Yunho appears, full of regret and longing. He confesses he never stopped loving you and made the biggest mistake by letting you go. Despite the pain, you invite him back to your place, and the emotional tension finally explodes into a passionate and intimate reunion. As the night unfolds, it's clear the love between you both never faded. In the end, with whispered promises and tangled sheets, Yunho vows never to leave again—and this time, you believe him.

The petals danced in the wind like memories you wished would stop haunting you. Cherry blossom season used to be your favourite time of year—because it was his favourite, too.

You strolled quietly under the soft pink canopy, hands buried in your coat pockets, pretending your heart didn’t still flinch every time someone walked by wearing a long coat like his. You hadn’t seen him in months. Not since he said goodbye in that quiet, final way. “It’s not you. It’s the timing. I have to focus on my career now.”

But how were you supposed to move on when he was still in every love song, every night sky, every spring breeze?

"Y/N?"

You froze.

No. No way. That voice still echoed in your dreams.

You turned slowly, your heart leaping and betraying every ounce of strength you thought you had rebuilt.

There he was.

Yunho. Standing a few steps away, under the same cherry blossom tree where he once kissed you like the world was ending.

He looked different. A little thinner, a little tired, but his eyes—God, his eyes—still looked at you like you were his whole universe.

“I thought I saw you,” he said, voice low and tentative. “I’ve been hoping I’d run into you.”

You blinked, unsure if this was real.

“What do you want, Yunho?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I—” He hesitated, then stepped closer. “I made a mistake.”

You stayed quiet.

“I thought I could let you go, focus on my career, be stronger for you in the long run. But every day without you just... hurts.” He laughed bitterly. “Every stage, every win, every moment... felt empty.”

Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them.

"You broke me, Yunho," you whispered. "You left when I needed you most."

“I know,” he choked. “I know. And I regret it every damn day.”

Silence stretched between you both as cherry blossoms fell like slow confessions.

You didn’t know what made you say it, but suddenly, "Come home with me.”

He looked shocked, eyes wide, as if he thought he’d never get the chance to hear that again.

But he followed you without hesitation.

your apartment was just like he remembered it. Only quieter. Colder.

He stepped inside cautiously, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

You turned to him the moment the door closed, emotions crashing into you like a tidal wave.

And then you were kissing.

Desperate. Hungry. All the words you couldn’t say came out in the way your fingers tangled in his hair, the way his hands roamed your body like he needed to memorize it all over again.

Your back hit the wall near the hallway as he pressed into you, lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck.

“I thought I’d forgotten what this felt like,” he murmured. “But I didn’t. Not even for a second.”

You let out a soft gasp as his teeth grazed your skin, hands slipping under your shirt and lifting it over your head. His touch was warm—almost too warm—and you leaned into it like a dying star craving light.

Clothes came off in a flurry, landing wherever they fell. By the time you reached your bedroom, you were bare and breathless, and Yunho was staring at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

He pushed you gently onto the bed and climbed over you, every movement slow and full of reverence. His hands slid along your sides, fingers tracing every dip and curve, like he was worshipping every inch of you.

“You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You pulled him down into a kiss, hips rising to meet his. The heat between your legs pulsed with need, and you let out a shaky breath as his fingers slipped down to touch you—slow, teasing strokes that made your thighs tremble.

“So wet for me,” he groaned. “God, I missed this. I missed you.”

You arched into his touch, moaning softly as his fingers circled your clit, then dipped lower—sliding into you, slow and deep.

Your body clenched around him instantly.

“Yunho—” you gasped, grabbing his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

He moved his fingers with a practiced rhythm, curling them just right as his mouth sucked and kissed your chest, tongue flicking over your nipple.

“Please,” you whimpered, bucking your hips. “I need you inside me.”

He kissed you deeply, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself at your entrance. He paused, eyes locked with yours.

“Are you sure?” he asked, chest heaving.

You nodded. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And then he pushed into you—slow, inch by inch—filling you completely. You gasped at the stretch, the perfect way he fit inside you, like he was made for you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his forehead against yours. “You feel so good.”

He began to move, slow at first, deep thrusts that made you moan with every stroke. His hips pressed flush against yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you hard, like he was trying to make up for every second he’d been gone.

“Say you’re mine,” he whispered against your lips.

“I’m yours,” you panted, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Always.”

His pace picked up, thrusts harder, deeper. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the room, along with the soft cries you let out every time he hit that perfect spot.

Your back arched as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.

“Yunho—I’m close,” you gasped.

He reached down and rubbed tight circles over your clit, eyes never leaving your face.

“Come for me, baby,” he groaned. “Let go.”

And you did—crashing into your climax with a cry of his name, body trembling beneath him. Your walls clenched around him, pulling him over the edge seconds later with a deep, guttural moan as he came inside you.

He collapsed against you, holding you tightly as you both caught your breath.

“I love you,” he murmured against your neck. “I never stopped.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, heart full in a way it hadn’t been in months.

"I love you too,” you whispered. “Just… don’t leave again.”

“Never,” he promised, lips brushing your collarbone. “Not even if the whole world begged me to.”

The cherry blossoms would fall again next year.

But this time, you wouldn’t be walking under them alone.

[yunpupu]

─── Into It - PT.2 ♡

SUMMARY / Yunho made it clear that he only saw you as a fan he could hookup with whenever he wanted, so you dropped all contact with him, even though it hurt like hell.

warnings ✩ SMUT, A LOT OF ANGST, DOM/SUB dynamics, hurt with no comfort (beginning), unestablished relationship (situationship basically), idol!yunho, atiny!reader, yunho was an asshole in the flashback, switch!yunho, switch (dom leaning)!fem reader, humiliation, choking, reader gets a little rough, unprotected sex, hate sex

word count ✩ 3,71K

tags ✩@desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

NOTE !! Part two to Into It (PT.1) also, unrelated, which do yall prefer me use? "come" or "cum", because i use the terms interchangeably!!

"Tell me," he says, "How many posters of me do you have at home?"

His voice kept ringing in your head, no matter how hard you tried to forget. The question was like a knife twisting in your heart, a painful reminder of your naivety.

"It's just a little fun. You're not actually into me, are you?"

It wasn't just a "little fun" to you. You had actually fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker. But Yunho, the heartthrob singer of your favorite boy band, had made it abundantly clear that you were nothing more than a conquest to him. Each time he'd texted you, the butterflies in your stomach had taken flight, but his words had always come crashing down like a storm.

"You're just another notch on my belt, and you're acting like this is something special."

Did he really mean that? You felt like your entire world had crumbled around you. The walls of your bedroom seemed to close in as you stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You had been so blind, so stupid to think that someone like him would see you as anything more than just a fan.

You reach for your phone and unlock it, opening the messages app and staring at his contact. You told yourself you'd block him, but you couldn't get yourself to do it. Instead, you scrolled through the messages, each one a stinging reminder of his coldness, his arrogance. But amidst the hurtful words, there were moments of sweetness too, the kind that had kept you hooked. The way he'd called you "his little secret," the gentle way he'd kissed your forehead, the times when he'd held your hand in public, allowing you to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was something more. But the reality was stark and painful. He was playing a game with your heart, and you were the one getting played.

He didn't even text you after you stormed out that night, and weeks after, you still hadn't received a single message. The silence was deafening, but it was also freeing. You began to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, gluing them back together one by one. Each day, the pain lessened a little more, and you started to realize that maybe there was a reason why it had to end.

But what would happen if…he did text you? God, you knew you'd be quick to text him back. Just one more time, you'd tell yourself, just to see if he'd change his tune. But you didn't want to go through that emotional rollercoaster again. You took a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable. And then you hit block. The feeling was strange, like cutting off a limb. But it was done. You had officially closed that chapter of your life.

The next morning, after your all-night crying session, you went to get some coffee from your favorite cafe that was only a few blocks away, and you didn't mind walking. The cool breeze brushed against your tear-stained cheeks as you stepped outside into the early dawn. The quiet of the deserted street was a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. You had made up your mind; you would move on.

You walked in and the barista, a girl named Mina who knew you by name, greeted you with a smile. "The usual?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the puffiness around your eyes. You nodded, trying to put on a brave face. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and for a brief moment, you felt a sense of comfort.

"You look like you had a rough night." she chuckled trying to lighten the mood, and you just barely smiled. "You doin' okay?"

"No." you gulp. "Yu- um, a situationship I was in ended pretty…badly."

Mina's eyes softened, "Oh honey, I'm sorry to hear that." She paused before speaking again, "But maybe it's for the best, y'know?"

"I guess." you murmured, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "I really liked him though, and he kinda acted like I didn't matter to him."

Mina nodded sympathetically as she handed you the cup of coffee. "Well, you're worth more than being someone's "situationship". You're amazing, and you deserve someone who's going to treat you like it."

You took a sip, letting the warmth spread through you. It was a bit too bitter for your taste, but today it somehow felt fitting. "Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you turned to leave, a man walked into the cafe. He had on a beanie and a mask, so you couldn't really make out what he looked like. But something about the way he held himself seemed familiar. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as he approached the counter, and you found yourself frozen in place, watching him. It couldn't be, could it? But as he took off his mask to sip his drink, your heart skipped a beat. It was Yunho.

Your first instinct was to run, to hide, to avoid the pain that seeing him would surely bring. But instead, you found yourself rooted to the spot, your eyes glued to his every move. He looked up and met your gaze, and for a brief moment, it was as if time had stopped. His eyes widened in surprise, and you could see the recognition dawn in them. He didn't look away.

No. No, you weren't going to do this. He told you straight to your face that you were basically just a toy to him! You gulp and force yourself to turn around and walk out, but your legs felt like lead. You could feel his eyes on your back, and your heart was racing so fast you could hear it in your ears. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't believe he had the audacity to show up in the same cafe where you had just confessed to moving on from him.

You tried to walk as fast as you could. You looked back, he wasn't there. You decided to slow down. Maybe he didn't see you. But as you took a step, you heard the bell on the door jingle. You turned around and saw Yunho standing there, looking at you with a mix of surprise and something else, something you couldn't quite place. Your heart hammered in your chest as he started to walk towards you.

He took his mask off and rushed toward you. Instinctively, you turn and rush off. Just make it home. That was all that was on your mind. But as you stumbled down the street, the sound of his footsteps grew closer. Panic began to set in. You didn't want to deal with this. You didn't want to talk to him.

"Y/N!" He yelled and you refused to answer, speed walking away from him. You didn't know how he recognized you, but the sound of your name on his lips made you want to crumble.

You quickened your pace, the sound of his sneakers slapping against the concrete echoing in your ears. The early morning light cast long shadows and the cool air stung your eyes, making them water. You couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the tears threatening to fall.

"Y/N, please!" Yunho's voice grew more urgent as he followed you, closing the distance between you. You could hear the desperation in his tone, but you didn't dare look back. The ache in your chest grew with every step, but you couldn't let him see you cry again. Not after everything.

"Y/N-"

"What, Yunho?!" you finally snapped, whirling around to face him. Your voice was shaky, betraying the wall of composure you had so carefully constructed around your fragile heart.

He stopped in his tracks, panting slightly from the chase. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw regret. But it could have just been the shadows playing tricks on you.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words hanging heavily in the air. "I didn't mean any of those things. I was just…scared."

"Yeah, right." The words spilled from your lips, thick with skepticism. "You expect me to believe that? After the shit you said? You basically told me you only talked to me for sex!"

"Okay, I get you're mad but keep your voice down, I'm still an idol."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before using me for my body and then degrading me while you were balls deep in me!" You shot back, your voice rising despite his attempt to hush you. The anger you'd been holding onto for weeks bubbled over, and suddenly, you didn't care who heard you. You didn't care about the stares from the few early-morning pedestrians or the way Mina was peering out the cafe window with concern etched on her face.

"Y/N, please." he says, his voice a whisper of desperation, his eyes pleading. But you're done with his games, done with the hurt. "Don't."

You inhale sharply and looked behind you. "In my apartment. Come on." You didn't know what you wanted to do once you were there, but you knew you didn't want this conversation out here.

The walk back was tense, each step echoing the unspoken words between you. As you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the silence was almost deafening. You turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest, creating a barrier between the two of you.

Yunho's eyes scanned the small apartment, taking in the posters of his band plastered across the walls, and the various merchandise scattered around. He looked at you, his gaze lingering on your face, and you could see the turmoil in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand to stop him.

"No. You don't get to speak." You spat, the words cutting through the thick tension like a knife. "You had your fun, and now you're sorry? You're only saying sorry because you know I could ruin your career!"

Yunho's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "That's not it." He protested weakly, but you could see the truth in his eyes.

You pointed to the door, "Get out." The tremor in your voice was clear, even to you. "You don't get to come into my life, mess it up, and expect me to just let you back in!"

He took a step towards you, his hand reaching out as if to touch your arm, but you jerked away. "Y/N, please, let me explain." His voice was low, almost pleading. But you were done with explanations. You were done with his excuses.

"You don't care about me, Yunho! You never did!-"

"Thats not true! Fuck, can you just shut up and let me explain?!" He was desperate now, his voice rising slightly. His hand hovered in the space between you, trembling slightly.

You looked at him, really looked at him, and realized that maybe he was telling the truth. But it was too late. The damage was done. "You had your chance, and you threw it away," you whispered, the anger draining out of you, leaving only a cold emptiness in its wake.

He took another step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I know I did," he said, his voice hoarse. "But I want another chance. I like you. Fuck, not even like, I was obsessed with you and I still am! I just-"

You held up your hand, cutting him off. "No. Just no. I can't do this again. It's not good for me, and it's definitely not good for you."

"Y/N, please. Please, I'm sorry. Fuck, I am! I'm serious! I miss you so bad, it hurts!" Yunho's words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity, but the doubt remained, a stubborn knot in your stomach.

You swallowed hard, the taste of your own bitterness still lingering in your mouth. "Miss me?" You echoed, trying to keep the skepticism out of your voice. "You didn't even bother to text me after."

"I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make things worse, and I was…I was struggling with other shit and everything piled on and I was overwhelmed and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not reaching out, I'm sorry for not communicating, I'm sorry for acting like your feelings weren't valid!"

You felt a flicker of something, a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he was sincere. But the doubt was still there, a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach that seemed to grow with each of his words.

"I've been obsessing over you for the past weeks and I couldn't get you off my mind! Not being with you made me realize how much you actually mean to me!" Yunho's voice broke, and you could see the raw vulnerability in his eyes. And before you knew it, he was…crying?

You felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe he really did mean it. But the hurt was still too fresh. "What do you want from me?" You asked, your voice cracking.

Yunho took another step closer, his hand still outstretched. "I want us to start over. For real this time. No more games, no more bullshit. Just you and me, figuring out if there's something here that's worth fighting for."

You felt your resolve wavering, the walls around your heart cracking at the sight of his pain. But you knew you couldn't just let him back in without making him understand the depth of his mistake. "What's changed?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

You felt his hand on your cheek and almost immediately melted into his touch, but you knew you had to be strong. "What's changed?" you repeated, your voice shaking.

Yunho took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I realized that I was an idiot. That you're not just some fan I can use and throw away. That I actually care about you, deeply." His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his eyes searching yours for any hint of forgiveness.

"That I…I love you."

The words hung in the air like a declaration of war, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. Your heart thudded in your chest like a drum, the beat echoing in your ears. Love. The thing you had hoped for, the thing you had been too scared to admit to yourself. And here it was, spilling from his lips like a confession torn out of him. But was it enough? Could you trust it after everything that had happened?

For now, you pushed it to the back of your head and pulled him down, smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was desperate and painful, a silent apology and a plea all at once. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you closer to him as if trying to meld your bodies into one.

You led him to the couch and threw him down, crawling on top of him and kissing him once again. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could somehow merge your bodies. You felt his hands on your hips, his grip tightening as the kiss grew more intense. You could taste the desperation in his mouth, the fear of losing you forever. And maybe, just maybe, you felt something else too.

You wrap your hand around his neck and bite your lip, pulling away and smiling. "Fucking joke." you smile a bit, moving your hips back and forth on top of him. "Gonna let me use you?"

Yunho's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he chuckled. "Always," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin. The heat from his touch seemed to spread through your entire body, igniting a fire that had been dormant for weeks. You lean down and kiss him again, your tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips.

You giggle, moving to undo his belt buckle. "But, I want this to be different." You whispered, your voice filled with a mix of hope and challenge. "I'm in charge now."

You sit up and undo your own jeans, pulling them off and throwing them on the ground, You push your panties to the side and straddle his lap, his eyes going wide with surprise. He had never seen this side of you, the side that takes control. You lean down and kiss him deeply, feeling his hands tense up before he relaxes into your embrace.

You pull his pants down a bit along with his boxers, revealing his erection. His eyes are on you, filled with a mix of lust and surprise. You smirk and lean down to kiss the tip of it, making him gasp. This was your power now. You had control, and you were going to make him beg for it.

"Say it." you look up, squeezing his cock a bit. "Say you love me."

Yunho's eyes searched yours, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. "I love you," he murmured, the words coming out with a raw honesty that made your heart skip a beat. You felt a warmth spread through you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in weeks.

"Say it again," you lift your hips, pressing his tip on your clit.

Yunho's eyes glazed over with pleasure. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much."

"Yeah?" you smile, moaning softly when you lowered yourself onto him. "Prove it."

He groaned as you slid down, taking him inch by inch. You felt his hands grip your hips as you started to move. It was a slow, deliberate pace, designed to drive him wild. His eyes never left yours as you set the rhythm, the early morning light filtering through the blinds and casting a warm glow over the two of you.

The both of you readjusted so it was easier for him to thrust up into you, and you felt your walls tighten around him. You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his. "I missed you too, Yunho." The admission was a whisper, the first crack in the dam of your anger.

"I-I missed you s-so much," he stammers, his eyes fluttering shut as you start to ride him with increasing intensity. His hips meet yours, thrusting up to fill you completely, the sound of your bodies coming together echoing through the quiet apartment. The friction is delicious, setting your skin alight, and you can't help but moan out his name.

"I bet you fucking did." you choke him again, leaning back and watching him as he starts to pant and moan, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You felt a thrill run through you, a heady mix of power and pleasure. This was what you wanted, what you needed from him.

"You love my pussy, don't you? Couldn't find anything better, right?" You taunt, your voice dripping with a mix of anger and desire. You lean back, arching your back to give him a better view of your bouncing tits, your breath catching in your throat as he fills you up.

"Fuck, yes, baby," Yunho groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as he picked up the pace, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, your body responding to his touch despite the words still stinging your heart. "Your pussy is the only one I want, t-the only one that feels this good."

"You bet your f-fucking ass it does," you panted, grinding down harder onto him, your nails digging into his shoulders. The pain melded with pleasure, a heady cocktail that was intoxicating. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, "But remember, you're mine now. Only mine."

"Y/N-" he gasps. "I-I'm clo-"

"Shut up." You push him further into the couch, feeling his cock throb inside you. "You don't get to come yet." You lean down and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip gently before pulling away. You could feel his body tensing, the muscles in his arms and thighs straining as he tried to hold back.

You start to ride him faster, your walls tightening around his shaft with every stroke. His eyes are locked on yours, the desperation in them making you feel alive again. You lean back, watching the play of emotions on his face as you bring yourself closer to the edge. You want to feel him lose control, to know that you have this power over him.

"P-Please, baby," he whimpers, his voice strained with need. "I-I can't hold on m-much longer."

"Oh?" You smirk, increasing your speed, watching his face contort with pleasure. "You're going to cum for me, Yunho. And you're gonna say it."

His eyes roll back, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. "Y/N…I'm gonna…cum," he chokes out, his body shaking.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "Cum for me." It's a command that sends him over the edge. You feel his warmth fill you up as he groans your name, his body going rigid beneath yours. The sound sends you spiraling into your own orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes screwed shut as you let out a cry of pleasure.

For a moment, you stay there, both of you panting and trembling, bodies still joined. The intensity of the moment lingers, and for a fleeting instant, you believe that maybe, just maybe, he truly does love you. But the doubt is a persistent thorn in your side, reminding you of the pain he's caused.

"I love you so much," Yunho whispers, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion as you both come down from the intense climax. You lean your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as your hearts race together. The warmth of his body feels like a blanket wrapping you up in a cocoon of safety, but you know better than to get lost in this moment.

"I love you too."

[yunpupu]

The Moonlit Vow | j.yh

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note : hey guys !! so I was thinking about this story for a long time, so enjoy !! and don't mind me writing so much, yunho fics. I'm too obsessed with him these days TvT

genre : romance, fantasy, royalty au

pairing : prince yunho x princess f!reader

word count : 2.9k+ synopsis : In the kingdom of Valtoria, Princess Y/N has always known that duty comes before love. Betrothed to a prince she does not love, she finds herself drawn to his younger brother, Prince Yunho, whose kindness and warmth awaken emotions she never thought possible. Their love, hidden in stolen moments and whispered promises, is tested by the expectations of the court and the weight of tradition. As their forbidden love threatens to unravel, fate intervenes, unravelling a conspiracy that changes the course of history. With the kingdom on their side, Y/N and Yunho are finally free to wed, sealing their love not as a secret but as a promise to their people. Years later, as they rule side by side with their children, their love becomes a legend—one that proves that even in a world of duty and sacrifice, love will always triumph.

The kingdom of Valtoria was a land of grandeur, its castles kissed by the sun and its rivers whispering secrets of ancient love. Yet, within its gilded halls, a love story unfolded—one that defied duty, challenged destiny, and was written in the stars long before the lovers even met.

Princess Y/N had spent her life preparing for duty. Every lesson, every whispered word from her tutors, had sculpted her into the perfect queen—the kind who put her people before herself, who followed tradition without question. She had been raised to understand that love was a luxury, not a necessity.

But no lesson had prepared her for Prince Yunho.

He arrived at the Valtorian palace in the bloom of spring, his presence commanding yet effortlessly warm. Unlike the stiff, formal nobles she had grown accustomed to, Yunho carried himself with ease. He was charming, yes, but not in the practiced way of court politicians. His kindness was not a tool but a truth.

Their first meeting was nothing remarkable—just a fleeting exchange in the castle gardens, a courteous greeting. Yet, the way he looked at her, as if he had already read every page of her heart, left her breathless.

And then, there was his voice, rich and smooth like honeyed wine. “It is an honor to finally meet the princess whose name carries the weight of legend.”

She had laughed, surprised by his playfulness. “I hope the legend is not too disappointing in person.”

His gaze held hers, deep and unwavering. “Quite the opposite.”

What began as polite conversations soon turned into something far more dangerous. They met in secret corners of the palace, beneath the grand chandeliers of royal banquets, where stolen glances spoke louder than words. They exchanged letters, hidden in books and carried by trusted hands, each word laced with longing.

Yunho was different from any man she had ever known. He did not view her as a pawn to be played in the great game of politics. To him, she was not just a princess, but a person—with dreams, desires, and fears.

One evening, as they stood in the palace’s moonlit courtyard, Yunho took her hand. “Tell me something true,” he whispered.

She hesitated. Truth was dangerous in their world.

But under his gaze, she felt safe. “I wish I were not a princess.”

His fingers tightened around hers. “And I wish I had met you in another life—one where we were free to love without consequence.”

But love, no matter how powerful, could not erase duty. Y/N was betrothed to another—a man chosen not for love, but for alliance. The engagement was meant to unite Valtoria and Rhenmere, ensuring peace between the two great kingdoms.

Yunho, though a prince, was not her intended. His elder brother was. And in their world, love did not overrule duty.

As the wedding day drew closer, the weight of expectation pressed down on her, suffocating. At night, she lay awake, haunted by the knowledge that she would soon stand at the altar with a man she did not love, while the one who held her heart would be forced to watch in silence.

One evening, in the hidden solace of the castle library, Yunho found her sitting by the window, lost in thought.

“I cannot bear this,” she confessed, tears threatening to spill. “Every step I take leads me further from you.”

He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. “Then let us find another path.”

“But how?” she whispered. “My fate is already written.”

He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against her fingers. “Then let us rewrite it.”

Their love was not destined to remain a secret forever. Whispers of their stolen moments reached the ears of the court, and soon, the king himself summoned Yunho.

“I have been patient with your indiscretions,” the king warned. “But love is not a privilege princes can afford. Your duty is to your family, to your kingdom.”

Yunho’s jaw tightened. “And what of her duty to herself? What of her heart?”

The king’s eyes were cold. “A queen does not follow her heart. She follows her duty.”

That night, Y/N and Yunho met in the royal gardens, knowing their time was slipping away. The stars above seemed to weep with them, their silver light casting long shadows across the marble pathways.

“I cannot ask you to fight for something that will only bring you pain,” she whispered, her fingers trailing over his cheek. “I love you too much to see you suffer.”

His hands cupped her face, his touch desperate, reverent. “Then let me suffer. If it means loving you, I would endure every pain, every consequence.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace. “If only love were enough.”

He kissed her then, slow and deep, as if trying to etch the memory into his very soul. A promise. A vow. No matter what the world demanded of them, their love would remain.

The wedding day arrived, but fate had other plans. A political scandal rocked the royal court—Y/N’s betrothed was caught in a conspiracy against the throne, his betrayal laid bare before the kingdom. The engagement was annulled, the alliance shattered.

And through the storm, Yunho remained by her side.

As the dust settled, the royal council convened. With no heir to marry, a new union was proposed—one that would strengthen the kingdom and honor the people’s wishes.

One that would finally bring Y/N and Yunho together.

The grand halls of the palace were adorned with gold and ivory, the scent of fresh roses filling the air as the kingdom gathered to witness their beloved princess wed the man she had fought so hard to love. As Y/N walked down the aisle, her gown shimmering like stardust, she locked eyes with Yunho, whose smile was brighter than the sun itself.

When he took her hands in his, there was no hesitation, no fear—only love, pure and unwavering. “With this vow,” Yunho said, his voice steady, “I promise to love you in this life and the next, until the stars themselves fade from the sky.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she whispered, “And I vow to stand beside you, as your queen, your partner, and the keeper of your heart.”

As they sealed their promises with a kiss, the kingdom erupted into cheers, celebrating the love that had defied all odds.

The years passed, and their love only grew stronger. In the quiet moments, away from the eyes of the court, they found solace in each other’s arms. Their kingdom thrived under their rule, their bond an unshakable force.

And then, one evening, as the sun set over the palace gardens, Y/N watched as Yunho knelt before their twin children, laughter spilling from their lips as he crowned them with flower tiaras.

She smiled, her heart full.

“You’ve given me everything,” she whispered.

Yunho turned to her, his expression soft. “No, my love. You were my everything, long before the world allowed us to be.”

And as their children ran toward them, their laughter filling the air, Y/N knew—love had truly conquered all.

For theirs was a love that would echo through history, whispered in the winds, sung by the stars, and cherished for all eternity.