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wooyoung had come up behind you to observe your cooking. his head resting on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“i know it won’t as good as yours,” you begin to say as you both watch the food cook, “but i’ve been practicing cooking it ever since you showed me how to make it,” you finish as you give your energetic boyfriend a side glance.

wooyoung smiles at you as he takes to spoon from the side of the counter and gets a small taste of the food.

“it taste great,” he says with a smile before kissing your cheek. wooyoung leaves to go rest on the couch with some of the others.

you can only assume that wooyoung just threw himself on top of hongjoong thanks to loud grunt the leader let out along with curse which is followed by wooyoung’s laugh.

when the food was done, seonghwa was quick to help you set the table as the others came and sat down.

you took your place in your usual spot between san and yunho. you noted how your taller boyfriend looked exhausted, the circles under his eyes doing nothing to hide his tired expression.

you placed your hand on top of yunho’s causing the male to look over at you. “how was your day?” you asked once the others began eating and chatting away.

“fine,” he muttered as he moved his hand away from yours. he didn’t make attempt to expand upon it or to look at you.

he’s just tired, you think as you push the odd feeling bubbling in your chest down in order to eat.

“wow! y/n, this is good! you’ve really gotten better at cooking,” mingi says making you and the others smile and laugh at his words.

“thanks, i’ve been practicing while you all were on tour! eunji-unnie has been a great taste tester.”

after dinner, san and jongho clean up and you try to help, but they are quick to send you off.

you make your way over to yunho who is sitting on the couch, watching as wooyoung and seonghwa bicker over what show to watch. you sit next to him, your head immediately resting on his shoulder like you always do.

however, before you can get comfortable, yunho is quick to shrug you off of him. you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but don’t get the chance as he quickly stands up and leaves the living room. you all flinch as he slams his and san’s bedroom door closed, making all of you go quiet.

the odd feeling from dinner makes a reappearance as you make eye contact with mingi who takes in your shocked face.

“he’s just tired. you know how he gets sometimes when he gets overwhelmed. i’m sure he’ll be fine tomorrow.”

HE WAS NOT FINE as the next day rolled in as you all got up to get ready for the day. you give each boy their usual greetings which consist of you telling them good morning and a quick kiss to some part of their face.

however, yunho acted like your touch would burn him as he quickly moved away from you. you were honestly starting to feel annoyed by his sudden attitude change. you needed to figure out what wrong before you had to leave for practice.

“yunho what is going on with you? you’ve been acting like i have the plague or something since last night,” you say as you call him out before he can hide away in his room until you leave.

“nothings wrong, you’re just being dramatic,” he says with a huff as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“then why are acting like it’s a hassle to talk to me?”

“because maybe it is a hassle to talk to you!” he suddenly shouts catching you and the others off guard, “have you thought about the fact that maybe i don’t want you clinging to me all the time? have you thought about that maybe i’m just done!”

you stomach twisted as his words, like you were going to throw up, “done with what?” your voice is small as you ask him.

“done with you,” he says looking you dead in the eyes and you know from the look on his face that’s he’s serious. “i’m tired of you being so insecure about yourself and me having to try and make all those worries go away. if i had known that i would have to do that when i asked you out then—

“yunho stop talking,” hongjoong says from his spot behind you. he knew what yunho was about to say and the leader knew that yunho would come to regret it later. “you’re just tired of promotions, that doesn’t give you any reason to take it out on y/n when she’s done nothing wrong.”

“you’re one to talk hyung,” yunho spat with a frown, “last time i checked you’re the one who almost ruined our whole relationship because of some bitchy sasaeng producer. and who did you have that fight with, huh?”

you knew what he was getting at. if you weren’t in the relationship, if he didn’t ask you out when you were trainees then none of this would have happened. if you have just left yunho alone then maybe you wouldn’t be having this argument at six o’clock in the morning.

if you hadn’t accused hongjoong of cheating back then, then maybe he wouldn’t have said those harsh words and you wouldn’t have ran out. if you hadn’t of ran out then maybe you could have avoided getting hit by that car. if you hadn’t gotten hit then maybe you could have actual did some promotions and not caused the relationship to almost fall apart.

maybe it would be best if you—

“yunho, let’s break up.”

“what?” yunho seems taken back by your words.

“you obviously aren’t happy being with me anymore, so let’s break up,” you repeat as you look up to meet his eyes.

“now hold on a second,” seonghwa tries to jump in but yunho speaks before him.

“okay, let’s break up.”

“yunho!” everyone looks between the two of you as you nod your head at him.

“wait a minute you guys—

hongjoong tries to speak up, but is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. you all look towards the door to see your manager standing in the entrance way.

“what did i walk into?” she asks, but no one says anything as you quickly grab your bag and rush over to her and out the door without a word. your manager looks confused as she looks at the boys before quickly following after you.

the two of you say nothing on the elevator ride down and it isn’t until your in the van that you final break down. tears running down your face as you sob loudly at everything that just happened.

“hey, what happened up there?”

Second Person POV:

“Please baby”

Steven begged with pleading eyes, looking up at you as he held your hips, straddling him on the couch. You cocked your head to the side seeming oblivious, but you knew what he wanted. Whispering and mumbling for you to ride him till he can’t breathe or see. He bucked his hips up trying to get some friction and a whine escaped him. Needy. Pleading. His hands trailing from your hips, underneath your shirt and tracing your bare skin to your waist. “Fuck…” he whined as he touched your soft skin. Feeling his hard on against you as pressed against the fabric of his jeans. You began to kiss his neck and move your hands down to the very obvious bulge in his pants. Unbuttoning his jeans as you lightly traced your fingers around his clothed dick. He moaned at the feeling, making him get harder and you get wetter. As you got your hand under his jeans snd boxers, you continued your assault on his neck, biting and sucking. You had finally gotten his dick out from underneath the fabrics after teasing him. You pumped his dick slowly, watching pre cum dribbled down the head. He sighed and gasped as you squeezed his dick and several occasions and all together just stop touching him. He tried to continue what you started on his own but you shunned him away, making him plead for you. “Please, I need too-…” “You’ll do what I tell you to do.” You shut him up, both your hands trailing up his arms which were placed on your waist, taking them by the wrist and pinning them against his sides, and finally intertwining fingers with him as you grinded on his now free dick and kisses him passionately, muffling his moans and protests.

You decided to give him what he wanted and more. Taking off his jeans and boxers fully, then taking every piece of clothing off of yourself. You rested your arms around his neck, hovering your soaking cunt over his leaking tip. “Honey.” He stopped you, “what about a condom?” He asked. You guys had never had it without one, as much as you wanted to and as much as Steven wanted to fuck your pussy raw, you never did. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” You answered him. A whimper escaped his mouth, thinking about how hot you looked about to ride his bare dick. You pressed your soaking pussy onto his tip, making him groan, bucking his hips as he wanted to fuck you. You stopped pressing against him, getting an unsatisfied moan from him and pleading eyes. “You have to stay still if you want to continue.” You told him. “Yes…” he stuttered answering to your command. “Good boy.” You said as you pressed your velvet hole against his tip again and lowered yourself onto his big dick, only stopping at the head as to get Steven to writhed under you and beg. He was getting hot and agitated. You took his hands and placed it back on your hips. “If you push me down we’re finished. Do you understand?” You asked. You were just in his grasp, but he wasn’t allowed. He nodded, beginning to pant as you rode up and down his head, not going any further. His hand stuttered on your hips, he wanted to fill you up completely. But you were in charge and he had to listen and behave. He moaned as you finally let him feel you go further down his dick. “God- fuck…” he cursed as you clenched around him. Starting to overstimulate him at the lack of friction again as you stopped, starting to sweat, and tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he tried hard not to buck his hips into you making him squirm. “Baby, please just- fuck…” he began to beg but then you started go up his dick, back to square one. “Baby, I’m sorry- just. Please.” He pleaded a gasping whine. “So you’ll behave?” You cocked your head at him. “Yes. Yes. Fuck- baby I’ll behave. I promise. I’m your good boy- remember.” He sputtered out, groaning and moaning. This was a personal favorite part of yours, when he got to begging and pleading, as his mind got numb and fogged with lust and desire.

“You’re a very good boy Stevie.” You kissed his cheek and then lowered yourself down onto him again. He whined in advance waiting for you to stop at a point on his dick. But gasped and whimpered as you let him bottom you out. He gripped your hips, wanting to keep you in the position and never let you go. “If you don’t behave you don’t get to touch.” You told him. He moaned and whimpered as you restricted him from letting him fuck you himself. You sighed as you rode his dick up and down, the sound of skin slapping as he filled when your pussy smacked against him. You continued to tease him as you felt him twitch in you. “No please…” he whimpered, now sniffling as tears of pleasure ran down his cheeks. “I’m gonna cum- please- please. Just-…” he cried for his sweet relief. “You’ll cum when I say you can.” You told him as you slowly grinded your way down his dick. Stopping as he was all the way in you, not moving or grinding. Just your arms around his neck and both moaning as he stretched you out. His hand started to trail from your hip to your clit and his thumb beginning to rub circles on your clit.

You slapped him away. As you know if he continued you’ll start grinding and going crazy on his dick. “Please…” he begged, pleading to pleasure you. But you put a stop to it. You started to ride him again, harshly slamming down onto him then slowing grinding, and then getting off his dick all together to then slowly tease your way down his dick again. He shook, and twitched, sweating as he buck his hips unconsciously. Hitting your sweet spot so well. You tried to suppress a moan. But Steven was doing all the moaning for you. “Fuck Stevie…” you moaned as you teased him to his end more. “Please, let me cum. Please.” He begged his whole body twitching and hot to the touch as his body pleaded for you. “You’ve been such a fucking good boy. Cum in me.” You told him as you rode him to high heaven sucking on his neck leaving hickeys as he twitched and throbbed in you.

Steven moaned loud and shook violently, sweat dripping from his body as tears streamed down his cheeks as he whined and whimper and gasped for air. Spilling into you harshly like never before. His overstimulated body ached underneath you. Holding you with his head by your breasts. Sighing and whimpering as he came down from his high. “Fuck…” he breathed. “I love you baby.”

“ I love you too my sweet boy.”

Damon stares at the bright screen. He isn’t looking at it. He is staring. Like a maniac, assumably. He hasn’t blinked in what feels like hours. Ever since he put that fucking song on. Now he is staring at the blue lyrics that Spotify is providing him and he cannot for the life of him stop.

He has seen the tweets. That’s how he found out about the song in the first place. Her name was trending… right above his own. To say that his heart dropped at that sight would be an understatement.

“Oh my god her voice is so good” and “Y/N sounds so unbelievably good” Of course it fucking is- of course she is. Damon used to tell her that over and over again back then. Yet this is the one time she decides to use it? Fucks sake. For some reason, it doesn’t seem fair to him but he couldn’t tell why.

He scratches his neck and sits down on his leather couch. This is massive, in so many ways and he has no one to talk to about this; no one except… well her. But he couldn’t just call her up, right? What would he even tell her? There wasn’t a world in which he could ever speak casually to her ever again. Damon runs a shaking hand down his face and shuts his eyes, they burn for a second before they fill with tears. Feels worse than the initial dryness.

Damon’s eyes open and shift down onto the red carpet. Since when did he have that ugly stain next to the coffee table? Y/N hasn’t called him after ‘13’ came out so why should he call her now after one single song? Can he get that stain out or is it too powerfully rubbed into the material? He has not spoken to her in almost two decades.

“Hey Siri, tell me: Where’s the latest cleaning store?”, he asks, his eyes still fixated on the floor. A sigh leaves his lips, while he listens to the animatronic voice. He hasn’t spoken to her in decades. A few minutes pass, and he stares in silence… at this massive brown stain that he somehow never noticed before.

Another sigh leaves his lips and he clears his somewhat dry throat:” Hey Siri? Call- call Y/N Gallagher.”

“We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."

He pauses.