Wooyos ۵ Dot

Yunho is almost vibrating with anticipation, from where he’s kneeling on the hardwood floor. His knees are aching but the excitement of what’s to come outweighs the discomfort, making him wait patiently.

Mingi and him discussed something that they wanted to try together, coming to a mutual agreement. It was something that they never thought about before, but recently, Yunho has been interested in…a thing or two.

Two weeks ago, he got himself a taser. He thought that he should have something on him that can protect him, and just make him feel safer overall. When he got the intimidating object, he of course wanted to try it out, see if it’s really as bad as others make it seem.

He put it on the lowest setting, placed it against his upper arm and while closing his eyes clicked the button. The strange shock went through his arm and he jolted in place, staring ahead wide eyed.

“Huh, that was interesting,” He thought to himself.

He surprisingly didn’t dislike the feeling, if anything, he found it thrilling. He went for the adjusting button and went up a notch, just a bit stronger than before. He moved the taser to his arm once more, this time more confidently. He knew to expect the sharp zap, and he welcomed it with a slight smile on his face.

He felt a tightening in his pants and his whole face reddened as he realized what happened. He’s getting fucking hard over a taser.

He stares down in shock, unmoving for a couple seconds. His breathing quickens, a combination of embarrassment and hunger for more. He moves quicker this time, desperately wanting to feel the addicting sting once more. He shocks himself by moaning loudly, making him look around his room as if he’s being watched.

“Fuck that felt good.”

A moment after indulging in his newfound addiction, Mingi walks into the bedroom. He sees Yunho’s state of blushed cheeks and trembling body, while his eyes trail down to his hand which is holding the taser. Mingi’s eyes narrow playfully as he steps closer.

“What are you doing puppy?” He asks a skittish Yunho.

Yunho opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Instead, he shifts from leg to leg nervously. His eyes avoid looking at Mingi’s mischievous face, because he knows that he’ll get harder, or even worse, end up whimpering.

“Hey, baby, don’t be embarrassed,” Mingi’s voice sounds so saccharine that it makes his pulse quicken. “You know I don’t judge.” Compared to his former sentence, Yunho could feel his sincerity. He knows that Mingi would never judge him for even the strangest of things, but the doubt is still there, making him scared to be honest. He makes up his mind to be brave though, knowing that Mingi will be proud of him.

“I-I was just playing around, I didn’t mean to- I mean I tried it and-” Mingi puts a gentle hand on his shoulder, grounding him. “Sorry sorry. So I got this taser and I tried it out just because and turns out I really liked it.” He trails off at the end, still embarrassed to admit it.

Mingi steps closer to Yunho, running his hands down his arms, creating goosebumps. “My love,” he whispers, “we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Now as Yunho stays kneeling, he’s so unbelievably hard that it hurts. His cock is trapped in the thin, white lace underwear, slowly leaking through. His patience is slowly running out, the temptation of disobeying Mingi strong, but he perseveres, trying to focus as best as he can.

After ten minutes, he hears the key in the lock turning, the sound sending excitement through his body. The door swivels open and there Mingi stands in all his glory, looking like his Savior. Yunho feels the need to say something, but the words are stuck, so all he gets out is a pathetic whimper.

“Oh hi puppy,” he squats down to get on Yunhos level, holding his chin gently. “Thank you for waiting so patiently.” He gives his nose one gentle kiss, then goes down on his knees, mirroring Yunho. “I have something for you.” Mingi grabs the bag next to him, reaching inside to pull out an object covered in shimmery tissue paper.

He unwraps it slowly, making Yunho squirm a bit. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this.” Yunho’s breathing quickens, his chest moving up and down, catching Mingi’s hungry eyes that are so unmistakably filled with lust. Finally the tissue paper is gone and in Mingi’s hand is a collar.

The collar is jet black, the surface glossy. The front is covered with short decorative chains, a sleek leash attached to it. On the inside, there’s a square with two prongs, and the sight of it makes Yunho shiver. He releases a shaky breath and Mingi looks delighted at that.

"Pretty baby," Mingi grips Yunho's bare thigh, making him whimper. "Are you feeling nervous?" He asks with a pleased expression. Yunho swallows once and shakes his head, still nonverbal.

"Good," Mingi stands from the floor, brushing the dust off the fabric of his pants. "Follow me." He walks past Yunho at a brisk pace, not sparing a glance his way to know that he is following him. Yunho is on his hands and knees, following the trail that Mingi's feet left in the carpet. His knees burn but he doesn't complain, grateful for the pain. He crawls into their bedroom, gulping at the sight of Mingi perched on the edge of the bed, looking at him with eyes of sin.

Yunho sits in front of him prettily, seeming patient but his darting eyes give away his anticipation. "Come closer." Mingi instructs, and Yunho obeys. Mingi grabs the collar and fastens it around Yunho's dainty neck, causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. He shivers gently, making Mingi crave him even more. Then he clips the leash on, letting it go with a click against the metal. He holds up the end of the leather high up, making Yunho crane his neck to look at him.

"Hi puppy," he says again like earlier, but this time Yunho really is like a puppy. "You look gorgeous like this." Yunho's eyes go round at the praise, and he wants nothing more than to burrow his face into Mingi's welcoming thighs.

"Wanna ride me?" Mingi asked in a casual tone. Yunho's eyes widene and he nods 'yes' enthusiastically. He brings one foot onto the carpet to stand himself up when he's harshly yanked down. "Oh puppies don't ride their masters that way baby. I want you to hump against my shoe." Yunho's hole clenches at that, and he's so desperate that he'd even lick his shoes if he asked him to.

He settles himself against Mingi's shoe until he's decently comfortable and begins to grind back and forth. The friction was heavenly. He'd been waiting all day for any kind of release, so he was grateful for this. "Good puppy Yun." Mingi sounded out of breath, as if he was riding his cock instead of his shoe. "Fuck."

Yunho was staring at Mingi's rough, calloused hands, one holding the leash and the other balled up around the shock collar remote against his thigh. It seems that Mingi was holding himself back, and Yunho would have none of that. He's planning on bringing the mean out of Mingi tonight. He amps up the whining, a nasal, high-pitched tone that makes Mingi chuckle.

"You're really loving this, huh?" He moves his shoe the tiniest bit, making Yunho roll his eyes back. But Yunho needs more.

"Please please please Master, I need your cock in me so bad," he's practically drooling. "Fuck me please-" His whining was cut off with one press of Mingi's finger, making Yunho's body seize up as the collar vibrates intensely. His vision goes white for a second, making him see stars. He breathes heavily once most of it wears off and looks up at Mingi in a pleased daze.

"This what you wanted pup?" Mingi asks smugly. "You were asking for it. Begging for it. You gotta work for my cock a little harder though." Yunho nods enthusiastically, prepared to do anything for him. Mingi presses against his cock until the pain makes him cry out. He reaches out a hand to ruffle his hair and whispers a 'good boy' to him.

"Come up on my lap baby." Mingi directs. Yunho climbs up with no time to waste, making Mingi chuckle. "So cute Yun. " He pecks him on the nose and gives a tug on the leash. "Open up puppy." Yunho opens his mouth wide without hesitation to make room for Mingi's fingers. He happily takes in two of his fingers, greedy lips wrapping around them. He grinds his hips against Mingi's hard cock, earning him a delicious groan. "You make me crazy." Yunho mumbles something, but he can't be clearly understood so Mingi takes out his fingers to let him speak.

"What's that baby?" Yunho pants and licks the drop of drool on the corner of his mouth. "Shock me again please, I need it." He has this crazed look in his eyes that Mingi is starting to love, and he grants him his request. He hesitates going up a voltage for a split second, but he goes for it. Yunho almost screams, but Mingi quickly inserts three fingers back into his mouth to quiet him. Only Yunho's muffled cries can be heard now, his hips stuttering. Mingi moves his fingers further down, feeling Yunho's throat swallowing him. "Babyboy you're so good for me."

Yunho whimpers and the tears in his eyes start to fall. "Oh my baby, don't cry, you asked for this." Mingi mocks, a mean smirk on his face. Yunho can only sniffle helplessly, looking pathetically ruined. He yelps as Mingi picks him up effortlessly, throwing him down on the bed. He lands on his tummy with a slight 'oof', and he turns his head to look back but Mingi pushes his head down. "Stay." A warning. Like he's a bad dog unwilling to listen to his commands.

His cock twitches excitedly, but he manages to resist moving for now. Mingi growls and rips the lace underwear, the fabric giving way easily, making Yunho gasp in surprise. His hips are pulled back dangerously close to Mingi's crotch and he can't help but whimper, needing to feel more of him. "M-Mingi~"

"Be quiet pup." He shuts his mouth obediently, burrowing his head in the soft pillow. He hears Mingi moving and a clink of metal, assuming his belt and pants are coming off. He can't help drooling even more, the thought of Mingi's cock inside driving him crazy.

His body cramps as another wave passes through him, the collar sending sparks down his body. He slouches down, completely spent even though they barely started. Mingi swats at his bare cheek, the sting making him howl. "Ass up." The sternness in his voice makes Yunho moan as he readjusts himself, elbows barely holding his weight. He's leaking at this point, making a mess on the half torn material of the underwear.

"Now stay quiet while I fuck you, or i'll just keep shocking you." Mingi lines himself up with his stretched hole, moving the tip up and down, spreading the leaking precum. "Or maybe that's what you'd want anyway." Before Yunho could get a word out, Mingi slams into him. Hard.

Yunho screams, he can't help it. The force that Mingi is plowing into him with is taking his breath away. "Mingi!" The collar lightly vibrates. "What did I say about staying quiet?" He growls out. "I-I'm sor-" Another shock. His body goes limp on the bed while Mingi continues the harsh thrusts. "Fuckin take it." He growls, while reaching out to grab a handful of Yunho's hair. He yanks his head back, making Yunho gasp and his eyes roll back. He hisses in pain as his body is continuously jolted against Mingi, the collar emitting staccato shocks.

The brutal pace is making both of them pant with exertion, and limbs shake from the adrenaline. "Look at you," Mingi rasps, "Tongue out, drooling like a dumb puppy. Can't even speak." Yunho grinds his teeth in retaliation, trying to prove him wrong, but all that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic yelp. Mingi grunts in amusement, somehow speeding up the pace. Yunho makes a choking noise, body convulsing underneath the strong body holding him down, but Mingi doesn't let up.

"Just because you came doesn't mean I'm stopping." Mingi gives another shock with the click of a button, and the eager pup cries out gratefully. "Thank you thank you thank you," Yunho blabbers, reaching a hand out behind him. Mingi takes the hint and lets go of his hair to hold on to his boy. "I love you so fucking much."

Mingi's hips stutter and he grinds deep into Yunho. "I love you too puppy, so much more than you know." He comes deep inside, with furrowed eyebrows and trembling thighs. He collapses on top, careful to not put his full weight down. He lays there against Yunho as he slowly pulses inside him, still holding hands. Yunho looks completely winded, breaths shallow. "Oh my god."

You and your friends screech in laughter as someone says something hilarious. You and your friend group have been out for a couple hours now, drinking, eating, shopping, just having the best night out ever. The air is warm and stale, the humidity making your hair puff up in frizziness.

As you stumble along the path in your black high heels and sparkly silver dress you stand out, like a shiny pearl in the ocean. The glitter makes shadows on the dimly lit walls, making the light bounce off. You start laughing at something again when you suddenly stop.

A shiver slithers up your spine and makes the hairs of your nape stand up in alarm. Your friends realize you’re not following them anymore and they stare in confusion. They ask if you’re ok but you’re too busy looking around, trying to find the source of the eerie feeling.

You can’t seem to find anything in the shadows and tentatively take steps forward. Your friends look at each other with raised eyebrows but choose to shrug it off. You keep walking but you don’t say anything until you reach your doorstep. They say goodnight and leave you to your apartment.

You walk in and throw yourself on the cushiony couch, resting your eyes from exhaustion. You tap your foot quietly and hum a random tune that’s been stuck in your head all day when you hear a distant clatter from the direction of your bedroom and your eyes shoot open and foot stops tapping. You stand up curiously and walk towards your room.

As you walk in you can feel a cold breeze and you blink in confusion. You see that your window is wide open, blinds pulled apart. You don’t remember leaving your window open but you must’ve been in a rush and didn’t even realize. You shake your head at your inattentiveness and close it shut. You return to your spot on the couch and shut your eyes once more.

There’s clattering coming from the same direction again and you sit up in alarm this time. You warily go to your room, trying to inspect what the noise is. You see the window is open again, making the curtain billow in the wind.

“What the fuck.” You exclaim. You’re convinced you’re going crazy. You’re sure you closed it, but maybe the day is really getting to your head. You take a step and are thrown down to the ground in an instant. You gasp from the impact, managing to catch yourself on your elbows, but your knees are on fire from the carpet burn.

You try to turn on your back and find that your movements are restricted from a weight on your lower back. It feels like a boot is pressing you down, pushing the air out of your lungs. You breathe in tightly and your whole body tenses. You whimper in pain and the pressure lifts a little and you sigh in relief.

“Hi my love, we finally meet.” The stranger speaks with a low tone.

“W-who are you?” You wheeze out.

“I’m your lover of course, who else would I be?” He says matter of factly. You furrow your eyebrow in confusion.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You try to talk without your voice betraying your fear. He chuckles at that and completely removes his boot.

“Oh you’ll understand what I mean soon.”

He reaches down to turn you over. As you lay on your back in the dark room, you observe his face as best you can, the only light provided being the single lamppost outside. He has long jet black hair and dark glimmering eyes. His nose has a perfect point and his mouth is turned up at the corners in a sneer.

He also studies you in turn. Your beauty up close does not compare to the months of watching you from afar. The hundreds of photographs hanging in his room pale in comparison. He’s filled with so much pure excitement at seeing you face to face finally.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. For the day I get to caress your face, for the day I get to hear your sinful noises brought out by me. I’ve been very, very patient and this is my reward.” He looks into your eyes deeply, as if he’s mentally willing you to believe his words.

You feel a shiver go up your spine as you realize that the man is completely serious. He truly believes his delusions and it isn’t up for a discussion. He looks down at his silver watch, as if he’s on a mission. With a growing dread and arousal you realize that he is on a mission.

You are the mission.

You continue to stare at him with wide, fearful eyes as he straddles your still form. He leans into your neck and just stays there, nose taking in your scent deeply. He inhales and exhales and groans quietly. With his mouth muffled against your collarbone, he speaks.

“I can just smell the arousal coming off of you. You really love this huh.” You let out a small whimper at that and he raises his head.

“Don’t worry angel, Wooyoung is here to take care of you. I got you.” He speaks with a promising tone.

He leans in once more and he can feel your rapid heartbeat, which only aids in exciting him further. He kisses you with ease, almost intimately, caressing your bare arms and leaving goosebumps in his wake. You try to use your knee to push him off and he growls into your open mouth. The sweet kiss turns into an animalistic one. He gropes your breasts and kisses you breathless. As he rocks back and forth across your abdomen you can feel his growing bulge.

You feel your cunt throb emptily, needing something you’re too ashamed to admit. You submit to his feverish kisses and try to relax your body. He notices the change and grins in response.

“There you are, my love. Let’s get to the bed, shall we? I’d rather take you on a softer material.” He mockingly pouts and furrows his eyebrows. He lifts you up with ease and gently sets you on the bed. His hands settle underneath your shirt, slightly tickling your stomach. You squirm in hopes that he touches you sometime soon, or else you’ll explode.

He trails down your body, reaching your flimsy shorts and teasingly blows air on you. You buck your hips instinctively and he holds you down, clucking his tongue in disapproval.

“Nuh uh baby, I thought you were gonna be good for me?” He cocks his head sideways, questioning you.

“Yes, yes, I will, I promise.” You babble, feeling fucked out already.

He gives you a soft smile and rubs your thighs soothingly before landing a harsh smack. Your body jolts in reaction but you manage to hold in your yelp. Without wasting another second he pulls your shorts aside and dives in.

You muffle your moan into the palm of your hand, feeling like you need to scream. The stimulation is making you feel relief but so much torture at the same time. Wooyoung’s expert tongue is lapping up your slick, almost like a hungry animal and when he looks up at you, his gaze is as sharp as a predator.

His finger finds your clit with ease and twists and pulls as you mewl pathetically. Not once does he come up for air, he practically buries his head in your pussy, prodding his tongue into every crevice.

“You taste so sweet mmhh.” Wooyoung moans into your pussy, sending vibrations up your body. He digs his fingers into your hips, holding you even closer. You have to bite on your hand now to keep yourself quiet. He slightly bites down on your clit and you let out a shriek. Your body jolts up and you cum with a shuddering breath.

He finally removes himself from you and stares down at the state of your cunt. It’s a sopping wet mess, covered in spit and slick. His face is also covered in your juices, and he greedily licks up what he can. You close your eyes in an attempt to recover, but it’s interrupted by his fingers.

He rams two fingers deep into you until he’s knuckle deep. He finds your g-spot immediately and you see stars, making you hold on to his wrist in a desperate attempt, but he simply pins your hand to your side. You grind your hips deeper into his fingers, needing to feel more. He reads your mind and adds in a third finger.

You moan at the stretch and clamp around him. He looks at your face intently, watching your screwed up face of pleasure. He wastes no time adding a final fourth finger. You gasp at the sensation and convulse from the intensity. Your whole body shakes as you reach the peak of your climax. You cry out and gush around Wooyoung’s slender fingers and he fucks you through your orgasm.

You groan lightly, feeling the energy escape your body. Wooyoung softly caresses your stomach to bring you down and you close your eyes and breathe out. He crawls to you slowly, and you open one eye from feeling the dip of the mattress.

Wooyoung takes your hand and puts it over his hardened bulge. He grinds into your hand slowly, letting out groans of satisfaction. Due to your exhaustion he chooses to go easy on you. He pulls down his pants and gets closer to your awaiting mouth. He slides in slowly, only going halfway. You let your mouth go slack and have him use you gently. He moves in and out, poking the inside of your cheek occasionally. You land a soft hand on him once more and attempt to help out. He throws his head back and enjoys the sensation of your warm mouth.

With a few more soft thrusts he pulls out of your mouth and cums all over your breasts. Once he comes down from his high he grabs towels to clean you up. He gently dabs at your used cunt and slick thighs, including your now cum stained breasts. You feel sleep calling your name and let out a content sigh. Wooyoung notices and lets out a giggle whilst cuddling up to your side.

"Thank you for trusting me baby." He expresses his gratitude by giving small pecks to your face.

"I told you I wouldn't have to use my safe word. You were perfect." You mumble, only half awake.

"I know love, but it's always good to be prepared. It would kill me if I ever hurt you." He speaks reverently, like you're a goddess to worship.

You give him a grunt of acknowledgement to let him know you're still listening even though your tired body is screaming for sleep. Wooyoung looks at your serene face, remembering how wild and frenzied you had looked only moments prior. Before you're completely out he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"You knew it didn't mean anything, you knew this!"

You stare at the man standing in front of you, your eyes filling with tears, but you refuse to let them fall. Deep down, you did know this was what was gonna happen in the end. You didn't have his heart, you didn't have his commitment, you didn't have his...love.

"Fuck I- I just, never mind," you take a shaky breath and brave looking into his eyes. "You're right. This was always the plan."

1 month ago~

"Hey new neighbor." You hear a sultry voice from down the hall. You turn a corner and see a handsome man standing in your doorway. Handsome doesn't even begin to describe him though. He's magnificent, he's stunning, he's everything you've ever wanted in a man. 'hold on you're getting ahead of yourself.'

You gather yourself and give him a friendly smile. "Hey there new neighbor?" You end with a question, urging him to introduce himself. He takes one step into your apartment and your heart rate goes up immediately. You silently curse yourself for your easy heart. "I'm just across the hall, 322." You swallow the dryness in your throat away and speak. "Nice to meet you..." you trail off. "Seonghwa." He answers with a self-assured grin. You begin to nod with a shy smile. "I'm Y/n."

"Nice to meet you too." He echoes back, although his eyes are nowhere near your own. They're scanning you from neck down, very slowly, as if assessing if you're good enough for him. It's only fair that you do the same to him you think, so you do.

You take in his raven black hair, nicely trimmed and styled just barely to make him look put together yet also messy. The black tank top he's wearing hugs his torso perfectly. You don't linger on that too much just so you can keep some of your sanity. His blue denim jeans are loose, and cinched in on his tiny waist by a thick black belt adorned with gold hoops.

"So," Seonghwa starts, apparently done with eating you with his eyes. "Can I help you with anything? Move any boxes, build a bed, maybe lay in the bed, maybe make out some." You raise your eyebrows at his boldness, but your heart somersaults.

"Do I get to pick only one?" You bat your eyelashes in a way that would've earned a smack from yourself.

"Mmm how about all of the above." It's like his eyes completely changed, still seductive, but with so much hunger behind them. He takes a couple of steps until he's right in front of you. "I think you're just what I was looking for."

His arrangement was for you two to fuck, with no strings attached. You agreed easily because who would be crazy enough not to. He had two rules.

1. No feelings involved

2. No hopes of a future

You agreed. You could definitely do that. Until he broke both of his own set rules.

~

"Y/n come on, don't be like this babe." Your eyes widen in disbelief. "Do not call me that ever again. You don't have the right."

He runs a hand through his hair, looking exasperated. "I never meant to hurt you, I swear. You agreed to the plan, I thought everything was going fine. I'm so sorry." He whispers the last part, but your heart hurts so much that you don't have the capacity to feel bad for him in the slightest.

You turn away from him to hide your fast falling tears. They cascade down your cheeks, leaving a hot, blazing trail, much like your heart, feeling like it's covered in lava. You squeeze your eyes shut, and turn back around. "You know what hurts the most? The fact that I know you fucking love me, you just refuse to admit it. Am I really not worth enough for you to lose your pride?"

He scoffs and shakes his head. "You're making things up. It's sex. My bad i guess. I should've known you would've caught feelings eventually. I should've ended it sooner."

Your breath stutters at his words. You can't breathe, no air in. You don't wanna start hyperventilating now but you can't help it. Your body betrays you. You see the slightest hint of regret in his eyes and he starts to reach out for you but stops himself. You keel over in the hallway, where you two first met, that goddamn cursed day. You wish you never met him, you wish you never got involved with him, you wish he never looked you in the eyes and said... god you look so beautiful.

He's looking at you so tenderly, while entering you hard and fast. His hips are slamming against yours, pushing you back toward the headboard. 'Please don't look into my eyes' you think. Eye contact means something, something that he can't give. But he's still doing it. The pleasure overrides the emotional turmoil however, and you give in, even though you know it'll destroy you in the end.

"Fuck yes, Seonghwa you're so good. Don't stop." He grins his heart stopping grin and kisses your cheek. "Not planning on it."

With some impossible force his thrusts become even more animalistic, the determination in his eyes showing. "You're mine," he growls. "All fucking mine, you hear that?" Your heart breaks a little more at that, but you just nod, discreetly wiping your tears. His hands grip you all over, your thighs, your tummy, your breasts, your face. The contrast between him fucking you and the way he tenderly holds your face gives you whiplash, recently the only feeling you've been experiencing.

"You're gonna come for me." Not a request. He doesn't even have to ask. You're so close on the edge that it's almost painful. You can feel the erratic beating of your heart against your ribcage and you break down.

You come with a sob, arms going around Seonghwa, pulling him in close, and you can tell he came too. He lays down on top of you, chests heaving against each other. He moves a strand of hair away from your eyes and wipes a tear.

“Hey, why are you crying?” He whispers. He knows why you’re crying. He’s hoping that you don’t tell the truth, because the truth hurts too much. But lying hurts you worse. You lie anyways. For his sake. Or maybe for your own selfish sake, to keep this thing going between you two.

“Just overwhelmed that’s all.” You try to convince him with a smile, and he smiles back, but you can see that look in his eyes. The one that says ‘I know I’m hurting you but I can’t stop.’

~

You feel numb. Humiliated. Heartbroken. You’re on the floor of your own apartment letting a man break you down. “The way you looked at me,” you rasp out. “You looked at me like I was your whole world. You can’t fake that.”

He’s quiet. Maybe it’s for the better, so that he doesn’t say something that pierces you even more. “I know you love me Seonghwa. You don’t even have to say anything.” You look at his face for any indication of agreement or something but he’s letting nothing show.

“It’s just too bad that you won’t let anyone into that locked heart of yours. I’m done waiting for you to admit the truth.” You take a shuddering breath and brace yourself for what you’re about to say. “I can’t do this with you anymore. We’re over, whatever we are. I keep hurting myself in hopes something will change but it doesn’t. I’m done.”

You look at him with wavering eyes and see his face is stone cold. His throat bobs and you think that’s the most you’ll get out of him but then he opens his mouth to speak. “Y/n I-I just, need time.” You look at him disbelievingly. “More time for what?” You question.

He sighs and looks up in frustration. “More time to figure my shit out I don’t know. You’re right, I’m not admitting the truth because I’m fucking scared.”

“Scared of what Seonghwa?” You whisper hoarsely.

“Scared of losing another person I love.” He looks at you with tear filled eyes and the sigh is heartbreaking.

“You’re not gonna lose me Seonghwa,” you stand up. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You can’t promise that.” It sounds like he’s about to cry, and you’re desperate to reach him. “Don’t. Please. I can’t do this to you anymore. I need to be away and work on my issues. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t stop myself from catching feelings.”

“Seonghwa.” Your voice breaks and he looks so regretful.

“I know baby.” He takes a step forward then changes his mind, turning to the door. “I…I’ll see you later.”

He walks out and gently closes the door behind him. “I love you Seonghwa.” You say to no one around to hear.