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Nights like this just felt right — your warm hand in Yunho's much larger one, fingers locked between one another’s. City lights blurred in the night sky almost like stars as Yunho sped down the highway. The windows rolled down just a bit, enough to feel the wind whip across your cheeks. Your joint playlist floated from the car's speakers, setting the mood further.

You could smell the dinner he'd picked up in the back seat, as well. The aroma of pan-fried dumplings wafted to your nose, promising a delicious meal later in the evening.

You were having a hard time taking your eyes off of your boyfriend, not that you wanted to. He was always insanely attractive, but seeing him under the flashing glow of the street lights, you felt your heart fluttering more than usual.

"What are you thinking about, pretty?" His thumb rubs the back of your hand gently as he brings you back from your thoughts.

"Just,” you sigh, gathering your thoughts, “how much I love you. And how much I miss doing this."

Yunho feels warmth spread to his cheeks. He glances over at you with a smile before returning his attention to the road. "Me too."

"You love me or you miss doing this?"

"Both. Definitely both." You hum contentedly and relax against your seat, noticing that you're approaching the destination -- Yunho's apartment parking garage.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and your boyfriend to wind up on the top floor of the parking structure. It was a quiet, often neglected space, with a view overlooking the city. There, you had spent countless hours together, watching the blue sky morph into blends of yellows and oranges and purples. Tonight, though, you wanted nothing more than being in each other's company and staring out at the city, or staring at each other, as close to the stars and moon as possible.

It was an autumn night. The temperature was perfect—not stuffy after the sun had gone down like summer, not bone chilling like the winter. A light breeze kissed your skin as you sat atop the hood of his car side by side.

“Are you hungry yet?” He asked.

“No, not yet,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. Something about the silence was comfortable. You were almost afraid of speaking too loudly. “We’ll eat soon, before it gets cold.”

Yunho looked so soft under the glitter of the moonlight and warm yellow lamps. The slight blush on his nose and round cheeks, his soft round eyes, and perfectly plush lips. His black hair a bit mussed from both the wind and his nap two hours earlier. You looked up at him and he swore that he could see the reflection of each and every star in your eyes.

Without much thought, you reached up and raked your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. He’d been letting it grow longer, and it often fell into his eyes, brushing his lashes. As your hand came down, you cradled his cheek. Melting into your touch, Yunho's gentle brown irises met yours.

"I love you," he whispered. You knew that was coming. Before he could say it out loud, you’d known that he had been thinking it, simply from the way he was looking at you. As if you were the only thing that mattered to him. As if the shining moon above you both was your doing, hung by your delicate hands. As if he could stay there forever with you and enjoy every second, happy for the rest of his life.

You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in toward him, your reply getting lost on his lips. As your lips met, Yunho's fingers settled on your hips, pulling you in closer. You clutched the soft sweater that he wore, feeling the fabric balled up in your palms.

The kiss started passionately — slow and deep. You took his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks as your teeth clicked together.

Without breaking the kiss, Yunho pulled you onto his lap. You lifted one leg to the other side of his hip so that you straddled his hips. Yunho leaned back onto the windshield, pulling you down with him.

While one of his hands held you in place, the other slid to your thigh. Yunho wished so badly that he could feel the skin that was hidden beneath your yoga pants. You felt his grip on your soft curves, leaving a warm sensation where his fingers pressed into you.

Soft smacking sounds filled the air as you brushed your lips together, now slick with saliva. One of your hands traveled from his jaw, down his neck, to his chest while the other played with the hair at the nape of his neck. You gave a light tug, a grunt escaping from his throat.

Your chest pressed to his, as if you were melting into your boyfriend. Yunho’s large, warm palms began to roam your body, feeling your hips and ass and back. Slowly, almost regretfully, he pulled back, breathless. Your lips were just barely touching, still breathing each other’s air. You felt dizzy, intoxicated from his lips. A second later, Yunho was pulling you into a crushing kiss, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

The kiss had grown hungrier, more heated. You felt Yunho’s hand tug at your waist, urging you to roll your hips together. He loved the feeling of having you on top of him. Your thighs settled over his. Yunho slips his tongue between your parted lips.

Your hands explore the planes that you’re all too familiar with — your boyfriend’s solid chest, his wide shoulders, and his long neck. Soft moans escape you, muffled against his mouth. He groans in response, low as you roll your hips, seeking more friction. Yunho’s lips leave yours to press warm, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, to your neck. You arch into him, gasping, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“We can’t get carried away up here.” He pressed his forehead to yours, heart hammering in his chest.

“I know.” You pause for a breath and nuzzle your nose against his. “It’s just been too long since we did that.”

“I agree.” He hums. His opens his eyes to meet yours already taking in his features. You hold Yunho’s gaze for only a moment before his reddened lips start to curl into a smirk. “Wanna do it some more?”

You giggle and nod in response, slotting your lips against his once more.

Your only witnesses, the stars.

✎ᝰ.

next fic dedicated to the loml, jeong yunho. WHERE MY HOTTEOKS AT?!

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late afternoon sun shone through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow across the adjacent living room walls. you laid on the couch, legs outstretched and covered with your favorite fleece blanket. it was a bit worn from many years of cuddling, but that made it more cozy.

too distracted by short-form cooking videos, you didn’t hear keys turning in the lock of the front door. only when the door slammed shut, were you startled from doomscrolling. you hear shuffling, presumably your boyfriend, jihoon, taking off his shoes and dropping off his bag in the entryway.

“i’m over here!” you call out. after shedding his shoes and jacket near the door, the next step in his routine was always to locate you. given that you shared a one-bedroom apartment, he typically was able to find you in under a minute.

you drop your phone to the side as he strides over to where you lay. cooking instructions continue to warble on muffled by the sofa cushions. as he's standing over you, hands stuffed into the pockets of black sweatpants, the familiar scent of him fills your nostrils—mostly sweat, any traces of his body soap or deodorant were long gone. he didn’t smell great, but it was a comfort all the same. after spending hours alone while jihoon worked, your favorite person was finally within arm's reach. "how long have you been laying here?"

"too long, probably," you admit with a shrug. “i sat down to watch a couple videos and now it’s-"

“after five in the evening,” he answers. jihoon knows on days that you don't work, you usually curl up with your phone and spend hours on the sofa. you then raise your arms, inviting him in for a hug. he leans down, placing a quick kiss to your lips. his long hair falls to the side of his face and tickles your cheeks. the warmth of your boyfriend’s plush, pink lips against your own makes your heart flutter—a sensation you've craved all day but is gone too quickly when he pulls back.

“wait, another one,” you protest before he has the chance to walk away. never denying you of affection, jihoon smiles and plants another kiss on your puckered lips. before the moment can end, you loop your arms around his neck, clasping your fingers. he stumbles, dropping his hands onto the couch on either side of your head.

“baby i’ll fall on you like this,” he lets out a raspy chuckle. his eyes trail over your face, noting the satisfaction--from your eyelashes brushing your cheeks to your closed-lipped smile.

“good,” you hum contentedly. in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to have your boyfriend as close to you as possible. his chest pressed to yours and his legs slotted between.

“but i’m sweaty from practice.” at his resistance, your eyelids flutter open and you're met with your favorite view. jihoon’s brown eyes gazing at you warmly, always accompanied a hint of a smirk, like he was charmed by your cuteness, by how much you wanted to be close.

“please, just a few minutes. i missed you today,” you pout, aware that he’s unable to resist your pouty lips and doe eyes. and what you’d said was true. though you'd been texting throughout the day, you missed the warmth and comfort of his physical presence.

“a few minutes,” jihoon relented. “then i have to shower.” the faint scent of your conditioner filled his nose as he snuggled further into your neck. though he would much rather be clean before holding you, jihoon couldn’t deny that he’d missed being in your arms like this as much as you did.

“yeah, you are kinda stinky,” you mumble and a laugh bubbles from your lips.

✎ᝰ.

(can you tell i miss woozi?)

if even one person enjoys this, then it was worth posting. thank you for reading ♡

jodi