#woofam

You were now a hollow shell of your former self. After your last relationship, you were unable to take things for face value. Trust was a luxury you just couldn’t afford. It was hard to even utter that four letter word that once brought a smile to your face. 

You had learned your lesson but your heart had not.

Here you were once again falling for someone. He was everything you didn’t know you needed and more. Youngwoo was handsome with his ripped body and sharp jawline. He was kind but not at all a pushover, he balanced power and sympathy. He was thoughtful, always let you win arguments for the sake of peace. He could cook! It was more than you could say for yourself. Above it all he was understanding. 

He had to be if he was dating this version of you.

Youngwoo had settled into your heart and refused to leave. No matter how many times you mentally tried to combat your feelings, in the end, Youngwoo would just give you more reasons to love him. What started as a purely physical attraction suddenly became an emotional investment on your part and his.

Even if you two weren’t officially in a relationship, Youngwoo always managed to make you feel like you were the only woman for him. He always said he loved you even when he didn’t have to. You had certainly never given him reason to, after all, you never managed to tell him. 

That’s why you always tried to show him.

Your hand slid into the pocket of his jacket with a smug smile. “Warm,” you exhaled feeling your cold numb fingers instantly begin to thaw. 

Youngwoo shook his head in disapproval. “If you’re cold we can go home.” He joined you inside his pocket where he placed his hand over yours and somehow managed to interlace his fingers with yours. 

“Your place or mine?”

There was no need to think about it. Youngwoo wanted you to go home with him tonight. He counted on you being too cold to leave once you were inside. “Mine’s closer.”

Like always, Youngwoo managed to make you feel at home. He romanced you with a warm home cooked meal, sweet words, and soft cuddles in front of the television. By the time it was midnight you had fallen asleep, your head on his shoulder allowing him to clearly hear your soft snoring.

Youngwoo wrapped his arm around you and lifted your legs placing them on top of his lap. He turned the television off before lifting you up bridal style not having the heart to wake you up just to go to the other room.

You awoke when you head slightly fell back. “Did the movie finish?” you asked in your sleepy haze.

He chuckled as a response knowing you didn’t really care if it did or not at this point.

When he set you down atop the fluffy comforter you made yourself at home and slid under to the warmer layers. Your head hit the pillow with a content sigh as you peeked up at a shirtless Youngwoo.

He was quickly undressing and getting into his usual sleeping state. In the winter it was sweats and a hoodie but with you around, he remained shirtless. The room was already warm, he had turned up the heat knowing how much colder you were. 

Always the gentleman, he thought of your needs first.

In the middle of the night he would surely get hot but as long as you were comfortable he would make do. “Are you going to sleep like that?”

“Hmmm,” you thought for a moment. Should you risk slipping into a new set of clothes when the ones you are wearing were already warmed up? 

Youngwoo held one of his plain black hoodies in his hand waiting for your response. 

Noticing that it was your favorite ultra warm one you immediately sat up. “Bring it!”

He turned the lights off before getting into bed with you. He laid back taking in the sight of you discarding your top and bra. He handed the hoodie over when your hand reached back for it. 

“Ahhh,” a satisfied sigh followed as you curled up beside him. Your hand laid flat on his exposed chest making him tense up. Your frigid fingers and palm contrasted with the warmth of his skin.

Youngwoo held in the urge to remove your hand, “You’re always so cold Baby.”

The statement worked in both a literal and figurative way. “Sorry,” you pursed your lips urging him to lean his head down to meet them. The kiss was sweet, you kept your lips against him for a few seconds only moving once you had managed to swing your leg over him. “But if you complain...” Your hand ran up his chest to his shoulder where you steadied yourself. 

His eyes closed as you placed more pressure, pushing and easing him back down onto his own pillow. He hardly did anything but respond to your increasingly passionate lip lock. When you pushed he pulled you deeper in, his hand resting dangerously low on your back- like you liked it.

You pulled away releasing his tongue with an audible moan. “...I’ll stop touching you.” Your cold fingers danced along his neck and down to his incredibly impressive abs. 

He chuckled at your power play. Usually, he was the dominant one, taking the lead during all the sexual encounters especially when it was makeup sex. Although you would initiate it he would end up taking over effectively showing that he had forgiven you. 

In this case, you were neither making up or apologizing- rather you were playfully making up excuses to stay up a little later and make up for falling asleep during the movie.

“Then touch wherever you want.” Those were his words but his hand held yours up to his lips lightly nibbling and kissing the palm as a distraction. In one quick motion, he pushed you up onto him easily making you straddle him while he took your previously innocent hand and placed it low below his abdominal tattoo.

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Finally, he had gotten you to agree on a date. After work, you went home to change and make yourself presentable before meeting Youngwoo.

A frosty sigh escaped you when you got to Woo Fam Studio.

When you stepped in there were a few familiar faces. Going to the studio wasn’t the best for your relationship. There were many beautiful, gorgeous women. They were dancing around in short shorts, tight leggings, crop tops, sports bras- you name it. They had the typical dance practice wear and they could rock it. You would never put down another woman for owning their bodies but it made you insecure.

“Hey,” you greeted him casually like you just did Buckey. The only difference was the way you came close to hugging him. “Ready to go?” No rush.

His previously hardened expression softened. “Are you?” Again, Youngwoo took the initiative pulling you in close with his arm around your waist. He kissed the top of your head knowing you were still new to having people see you as a couple.  

A deep breath later you nodded resolving to do this for Youngwoo.

Whenever you visited the dance studio you were reminded of what Youngwoo saw every day. Of all the- temptation? You weren’t sure if that was the right word for it. 

Your last boyfriend was the scum of the Earth. He denied his wondering eye even when you were right beside him witnessing it.

But love was just not comprehensible anymore. It was no longer believable that someone would genuinely feel you were worth more than anyone else to them. You no longer knew how to trust or believe that a man could be satisfied with you and only you.

Of course, you never voiced these emotions with Youngwoo. Instead, you kept them to yourself even when women were blatantly flirting with him. Because he was such an honest and straight forward man he didn’t entertain their advances. He did however politely hear them out which caused some misunderstandings.

“Youngwoo~” One of the women who had been practicing till now broke from the group to approach him when she saw you two were leaving. It didn’t matter if you two were hand-in-hand, she still placed her hand on his shoulder.

She tried to innocently smile but the way she nearly glared at you ruined it.

“I was wondering if you would also allow me to leave an extra hour late on Wednesday nights.”

Wednesdays you worked late hours hardly ever meeting up with him. Youngwoo used that time to get things together at the studio. Occasionally he would allow some people the extra time. 

“If you are here on Wednesday.” Always a man of few words he tried shrugging her off eager to take you to his mother’s house before you backed out. She had been asking about you for a while now. “But I’m not teaching any classes.”

“Why not? Soojin said you stayed back to give her a personal lesson.” 

Your brow furrowed not liking the direction this conversation was steering your trust-deficient mind. It was starting to sound like your supposed boyfriend wasn’t JUST working on Wednesdays. The wink she gave didn’t help either.

He sensed your unease when you loosened your hold on his hand. 

“I’ll wait outside while you two talk.” 

Youngwoo couldn’t stop you from dismissing yourself and walking out of the studio without him when your defense mechanisms kicked in. You were quick to close yourself off, to run away from your problems, and anything that would break your heart.

Trying your best to seem okay with everything but ultimately feeling like history was repeating itself- you ran, literally. As soon as the cold winter air hit your face you ran to get some distance between you and your problems.

It only worked for a few hours.

After visiting his mother, alone, Youngwoo went to your home. He rang the doorbell, ready to greet your cold demeanor with irritation.

“I’m not ready,” came from the other side of the door.

The slight anger within him grew. Not only did you run away without letting him clear up the misunderstanding, but now you also refused to see him. Ringing the doorbell was just a courtesy. Youngwoo had the means to open the door.

You retreated from the door with a scoff when you heard the chime of your code being entered. “I thought you said I could put limits on this.”

“That was when we were just fucking around.”

“Can’t we just go back to that?” you desperately asked. 

“No, because I love you.”

The way your heart constricted every time that word came up made you want to hide. It didn’t help that he always said it so stoically. 

Scary, that’s how you would describe the moment. It scared you to think how broken you could become the second time around. If things didn’t work out with Youngwoo you weren’t sure your heart could be put back together again.

“You sound so sure...”

“I am.” 

By now he hoped you would accept that he wanted more with you. 

For the first time, you looked up to meet his eyes. His frustration was obvious. “You don’t have to hold back Youngwoo. Just tell me if you're mad.” You’d rather he let it out than let it fester inside like you did. 

He opted to silently lean back against the wall with his arms crossed. “I’m mad,” he accepted. “Shouldn’t I be? It’s easier to fuck you than talk to you.” 

Your heart dropped to your stomach causing the same feeling as a rollercoaster drop. 

That is what he interpreted from your words. The fact that you would trust him with your body but nothing else didn't sit well with him or you when it was said out loud.

“I’m NOT your ex,” he reiterated before leaving you to your thoughts.

The loud bang of the door resonated with exactly how badly you had fucked up. Instead of fighting he chose to leave so he wouldn’t say something regrettable in the heat of the moment.

He still loved you, that was clear when his usual goodnight message came through.

Goodnight Baby, still love you.

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Youngwoo ignored your presence and proceeded to hit the punching bag some more. Up until now, he had refrained from pushing too much but he had given you plenty of time to think over your last argument. He hoped you would have come around sooner.

“What?” you asked with a legitimate amount of insecurity. “Am I not allowed to be here?”

“You’re my girlfriend so you can do whatever you want.”

The way the g-word naturally rolled off his tongue left you a warm-hearted-thumping mess. You never knew how much you missed having that title until he bestowed it upon you. 

One of your hands went up to fan your face as it suddenly became hotter. 

Youngwoo smirked seeing your flushed face. “Did I get to you?”

“No,” you playfully denied. The walls you had built up around your heart were crumbling evermore. Even after you're royal fuck up, he was being this smooth a killer. You could hardly deny him. You loved him. 

“It’s just really hot in here.”

He agreed and proceeded to take his shirt off.

That was a sight you had seen many times before yet now that you had accepted your feelings for him it was difficult to face him. You turned away becoming incredibly aware of how he was teasing you. “Are you playing with me Youngwoo?”

“I don’t play Baby.”

You got over your initial insecurity and let the natural flow of the moment take over. He was acting like the fight had never happened for your sake. To save you from apologizing and mulling over the events again. 

He always thought about what was easiest for you, most convenient for you... he was always thinking of you. 

It was now or never. “I love you Youngwoo.”

A huge grin appeared on your big muscle monster. It made you want to hold him and never let go.

-end-

You breezed into the Woo Fam studio with a smile on your face. Today was the day you’d get your lesson. After watching Woo Fam practice for over a month you wanted to try it at least once. Pushing open the door from the reception area to the actual studio you didn’t hear the usual laughter. Glancing around you didn’t see member coats and bags. There was no sign that anyone was there until you heard the click of a phone. 

Youngwoo was standing in front of the sound system his back facing you. Dumping your belongings in a corner you approached him. “Youngwoo what gives?” You asked. 

“Don’t worry you’ll still get your lesson.” He spoke with his back still facing you. He was intentionally letting you know that you weren’t worth his time or attention. “I know that” you clipped out “I just wanted to know where everyone was at.” 

Youngwoo picked up on your clipped tone and set his phone on the sound system. He turned you quietly assessing you. He was so used to seeing you in jeans and loose t shirts that your curves took him by surprise. Surprise gave way to attraction as he continued to openly stare at you. He admired the way your sports bra cupped your breast wishing his hands could do the same. His eyes traveled to your stomach and was again surprised to see you had a belly ring. He didn’t peg you as a girl who would have piercings. 

He raised an eyebrow “nice  piercing.” You knowingly smirked “really?” You questioned. Youngwoo nodded his head “when’d you get it?”

“A few years back.” you replied. Youngwoo studied you more intently now in the month that you’d been showing up at the studio he filed you away as some uppity chick wanting to slum it for a while. Maybe he judged you too soon. 

“So where’s the Woo Fam? you asked again. You didn’t like that the conversation was veering into your personal life. Especially with Youngwoo. You knew what he thought of you and your presence in his studio. You didn’t feel the need to correct someone who judged you before you even opened your mouth to say hi.

“They have the day off” he gazed at you in a way that let you know he knew you purposely changed the topic. 

“Oh well” you said with a smile “I guess you’ll be the only one to see me make a complete fool of myself. On a laugh you turned your back to him and walked towards the opposite wall that was covered in mirrors. 

He studied the way you hips swayed while enjoying the view of your ass. he was baffled by the tattoo that covered your lower back. A lotus he mused. 

“Why a lotus?” You could hear the curiosity in his voice. You smiled inwardly before looking over your shoulder at him. “To remind myself that beautiful thing grow out of mud.” 

Yeah, he definitely been wrong about you Youngwoo decided. 

While you stretched out in front of the mirrors Youngwoo returned to his phone to pick a song. 

“You do yoga right?” Youngwoo asked remebering something Tres had told him. “Yeah, twice a week. Why?” 

“We won’t have to start with balance.” He tried to study your body professionally this time but failed. He couldn’t stop wondering if you skin was a smooth as it looked or how soft you’d feel under him. Would your body mold to his if he held you?

“We’ll work on your isolations” he decided quickly trying to shrug off the impulse to run his hands through your hair. 

You rotated your head and shoulders perfectly but you couldn’t rotate your chest without rotating moving your your shoulders or stomach. As if sensing your frustrations Youngwoo stepped behind you. He placed one hand on stomach and the other between your bodies against your back. “Try now.” He whispered in your ear. 

Shivers crept up your spine. Your ass was pressed against his dick. His fingers were splayed across your stomach. You took a deep breath in a attempt to concentrate when what you really wanting to do was melt into him. You could so easily get lost in the mutual desire you shared. Instead you took another deep breath and tried the move again.

You’ve been meeting with Youngwoo twice a week for over a month. It wasn’t something the two of you talked about. It was kind of just silently agreed upon. Every lesson was felt like tempting fate. It’s was dangling meat in front of a tiger eventually the tiger was going to jump you. In it’s own ways that was pretty hot. 

You breezed into the studio as you did every Saturday for the last month. Today you came bearing food. You heard female laughter as you pushed the door open with your hip. 

“I can’t believe you agreed to help that little twit Woo.” 

You stopped in place they obviously hadn’t heard you come in. Arie and Youngwoo were leaned against the speakers. They looked extremely close, too close and you didn’t like it.   

“She’s not what I thought she’d be.” he retorted. 

“Please” Arie rolled her eyes. “She’s just a little rich bitch slumming it.” Youngwoo winced at Aries’ hasrh words. He couldn’t evn chaste her because he once held you in the same light. Arie would just have to meet you to understand that the description didn’t fit you. Over the last month he’d spent hours with you alone. Talking to you, touching you just being in your presence had gave him something he didn’t think he’d have. Peace. 

What started out as a favor to Tres had become personal. Youngwoo constantly fought with himself on weather or not to make a pass at you. He didn’t want to ruin the still fragile friendship he had with you. 

You cleared your throat finally announcing you presence. Youngwoo made it clear by his silence had no intention on standing up for you. 

“Did I get the day wrong?” You asked knowing you didn’t. “No” Youngwoo ran his fingers through his hair as he checked the time on his phone. “I just lost track of time.” 

“Oh well” You glared at at Arie “I only brought enough for two.” You  lifted the bag of food. 

“I’m not hungry.” Arie replied 

“Good” you smiled slyly “’cause you know us rich bitches don’t like to share.” You weren’t talking about the food. 

Youngwoo had to stifle his laughter with his hand. You smirked at him before removing your coat. 

You didn’t know what pissed you off more. Arie calling you a rich bitch or Youngwoo not coming to your defense. The situation ate at you as you ate your bagel in silence. When you finished you tossed your trash then turned to Youngwoo. He was still talking to Arie but you really didn’t give a fuck about that. 

“Mr.Kim” you said condescendingly “are you ready to start?”  

Arie stayed through half of the practice before telling Youngwoo to call her later. You rolled you eyes but bit your tongue. their was never any use in arguing with people like her. She summed you up and judge you before she even got to know you. Like Youngwoo and you were kidding yourself if you thought he liked you. 

“Your stiff.” Youngwoo commented massaging your shoulders. “Yeah” you stepped out of his embrace. “Maybe we should call it a day.” 

“Your mad” he stated. 

“Damn right” You turned to face him. You couldn’t keep biting your tongue. “You know I thought we were at least friends.” Embarrassed by your outburst you ran your fingers through your hair. “I should go.” you said it quieting before walking to get your things. 

Fucking Arie. Youngwoo swore inwardly. he realized to late the effects Aries’ words had on you. “(Y/N) WAIT!” he yelled across the studio. When you didn’t heed his words he came after you. 

Grabbing you by your wrist he tugged until you were facing him. “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? Arie’s opinion doesn’t matter.

“What I think” you pointed your finger in his face. “Is that a man I kinda liked was letting some girl he’s fucking talk about me.”

“You kinda like me?” He asked drawing you closer to him. 

“That’s really besides the point Youngwoo.”  

“But you do kinda like me?” he asked again. When you didn’t answer he pulled you to him. 

“I kinda like you too” He kissed you. He let go of your wrist wrapping his arms around your waist. You tilted your head deepening the kiss. he slid his tongue past your lips and tasted you. Moaning against his mouth you entwined your fingers in his hair. Molding yourself to him he nipped your bottom lips. Breaking the kiss Youngwoo rested his for head against your. 

“Damn that shit was hot.” While untangling your fingers from his hair he nuzzled your neck. “I waited a long time to do that.”

“Not what?” you asked him.

“Now you become my girl.” He slapped your ass playfully. 

“Just like that.” 

You didn’t hold back your laughter. “Your friend taught you well but if you want to learn how much you can accomplish through body language then keep coming here for some lessons.” You body rolled just like he did but slower making your movements more fluid.

Your students behind you joined in and copied what you did and continuing the choreography you had recently taught them. You were a professional dancer with your very own studio. Although it was all still very new, you along with four of your students made up a dance team. It was becoming popular after Tres discovered you and began hiring you to be in the music videos he directed.

Once they finished Tres applauded them. “I’m a genius.” He was glad he had stumbled upon you when you first opened your studio. Although it was difficult to approach you at first.

You dismissed the class and started packing up so you could leave. “Tres, a little help.” You pointed to the sound system wanting him to turn it off. 

“I got it.” When he saw you teaching he couldn’t help but think of Young Woo. You two seemed so alike to him that it was scary. You had a tough exterior and intimidated people with your RBF (resting bitch face). But in reality, you were very easy to get along with. He wondered if all bossy people liked to dance or if you two were just a coincidence.

As you walked out to the parking lot you thought back to Tres’s dance. “So why didn’t you tell me you were so good at dancing?”

"Are you teasing me? You know I’m older than you.”

“What is age amongst friends?” You pet his head with a smile before running off in the direction of your car. “See ya later Tres.” Tres shook his head not believing you got away with doing that again.   

Tres and Young Woo were very good friends, dare he say best friends. He knew him pretty well and knew his friend was as single as a pringle. “Hey Woo, you like competitive girls who challenge you right?”

Young Woo stopped polishing his motorcycle to look over at Tres. “Why are you asking?”

“I’m just trying to remember what your type was.” If he was correct then he planned to introduce him to you. Since you were new to the city you asked him for help in making friends. And even though you said you were joking you had asked him to help you find a real man who didn’t scare easy.

His brow rose in suspicion. “That sounds very suspicious when you bring it up so suddenly.”

“It’s just, I have this friend and she-”

“You have another friend besides me?” Young Woo asked jokingly making Tres stop. “Sorry continue.”

Tres couldn’t help but think it was true, you two deserved each other. “I think I found a good dance group. The leader is the owner of a studio downtown and she might be better than Buckey.”

“Really?” Young Woo was a bit intrigued. When it came to dancing he was confident in the Woo Fam. He also knew Tres had good judgment and if he was saying this then it might be true. 

Tres proceeded to endorse you, “yeah she even does the choreography.”

Young Woo was tempted to take a look at the group that Tres was referring to. “What kind of dance do they do?”

“They do a little bit of everything, the whole group is very diverse. I visit her from time to time and end up in a dance battle. Maybe next time you should come with me.” 

Young Woo was inclined to take his offer. “I’ll go.” He had completely forgotten how the conversation had started. 

A few days later you were having a private lesson, just you an the girls who made up your professional dance group. All five of you were listening to a new song trying to think of a choreography for it. 

You were only a few hours in but you had come up with something good and were starting to focus on the execution rather than the concept. “Cici you need to bend lower when we do the dip.” You demonstrated the way you wanted her to do it as you spoke. “That way when we go down to the ground for the next move we all get there at the same time.”

“No problem” Cici replied still a bit out of breath from the last run. 

Her response was enough for you to realize they needed a break. “Sorry for pushing you all harder than usual. Let’s take a break.”

“Thank God!” One of the girls immediately dropped to her knees before laying flat on the ground. 

“If I go overboard don’t be afraid to tell me.”

“You say that Y/N but...” Cici trailed off. They all knew what it meant. You were very passionate about dancing and would constantly push your own body past its limits. “We know how you get girl.”

“Yeah, no one can stop you when you’re on a role.”

“That’s true!”

You turned when you heard a familiar male voice. “Look who’s back.” After a quick scan of Young Woo, you suddenly felt happier than usual. “I see you brought company.” 

“This is my friend Young Woo.” He motioned towards him then to you. “Young Woo this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you” he cooly greeted you as she tried to keep from smiling. As they had entered he caught you dancing and he was left breathless. The air was knocked out of him as you dropped and moved your hips. He was embarrassed to admit his mind had gone to unholy places not that he was a holy man.

You wanted to smile but your face didn’t listen. “Nice to meet you too.” Instead, you looked uninterested almost like you didn’t mean what you said. But that was just on the outside, inside you were dying. His voice made your mouth dry. You picked up the water bottle by the wall and drank from it. The man was making you thirsty.

Young Woo gulped as he saw a drop of water glide down your neck and chest until it disappeared in between your breasts. He looked away and coughed as he tried to keep calm.

Tres looked back and forth between you two with a smirk. There had been no more than a greeting yet he could tell you two had clicked. He would dedicate the rest of the day to getting you two to know one another.

After all the girls left you turned out the lights and locked up. “Need some help?” Young Woo asked when you got outside. 

You were expecting Tres to be waiting outside the door with Young Woo. He always stayed and accompanied to your car when you stayed late but there was no sign of Tres anywhere. “I got it” you reached into the pocket of your jacket for the keys but didn’t find it. 

Young Woo took hold of your hand and placed the studio key in it.

“What the-” It was strange to see one key alone. Usually, you had a bunch of keys hanging together with an assortment of random cute keychains. “Where’s the rest of my keys?”

“Tres, he said I should take you since he was going to borrow your car.”

After locking the studio door you turned to Young Woo not minding the situation as much as you thought you would considering what Tres had done. At least he had made it so you were comfortable with Young Woo now. “I guess you’re stuck with me.”

Young Woo chucked not minding the situation at all. “You want to go home right away or do you want to stop by somewhere?”

“I don’t know, you have anything in mind?”

“You want to have dinner with me?”

Your heart raced as you thought about this like a date. “I would love to.”

The next day Tres showed up at Young Woo’s. He wanted to ask how it went with you but there was no answer at the door. He kept knocking until finally, you opened it. Tres smirked when he saw you in one of Young Woo’s shirts. 

“You!” your eyes narrowed in anger. “How dare you take my keys?!”

“Good morning to you too Y/N.” Tres slipped by you and went into the kitchen where he found Young Woo cooking breakfast. “Woo, you are just as romantic as you are strong. Cooking breakfast for your girlfriend after-”

You slapped the back of Tres’s head to stop him from going further. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“But you-”

“You took my keys last night so I couldn’t go home.” After going out for a late dinner with Young Woo you realized you couldn’t even go home because Tres had forgotten one detail. Sure he gave Young Woo the key to the studio but he never gave him your house key. “Young Woo was nice enough to let me sleep here.”

“Oh...” Tres remained quiet as he realized his mistake. 

“Now can you give me my keys back?” You laid your hand out, palm up. Tres immediately gave you back the rest of your keys and apologized before leaving.

Once Young Woo heard the door close he came from behind you and held you closely against him. His hands rested on your abdomen. “You know you can sleep here whenever you like.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek that left you smiling.

You placed your hands on top of his. “Thanks, Young Woo.” Although you didn’t sleep WITH Young Woo you did sleep beside him in the same bed. You stayed up late talking with him until you suddenly confessed you might have fallen in love with him at first sight. To your surprise, he said the same thing. “Do you think I should tell him I’m not mad?"

Young Woo shook his head. “Nah, it’s more fun this way.” He knew Tres had done it to get you two together and it worked. 

-end-

“I’ve got it, Dear.” Your father was able to join your mother at the door and there was still no sign of you answering your door.

Being the impatient person that she was your mother knocked once more. “Where is this girl?”

“Did you tell her we were coming?”

“No, but I still don’t like to wait.” She knocked again and this time she heard shuffling sounds coming from the other side. When the door opened she was left speechless seeing a half-naked man in her daughter’s apartment.

Young Woo stood at the door with his muscular tattooed torso exposed. He pushed his hair back realizing you had managed to mess up his slicked back style. Seconds later you appeared in what was clearly Young Woo’s missing shirt and nothing more. “Mom” you gasped. 

“Y/N who is this?” Your father stepped forward allowing you to see that he was present as well.

“Daddy” you whispered in shock at seeing your father there. 

“What?” Young Woo responded instinctively.

“Young Woo~” you whined trying to stop him but it was too late. You shook your head denying that this was true but it was. And that thought scared you, it felt like it would literally kill you. Your jaw dropped, your face turned deep red as you were put into an uncomfortable situation. All you wanted was to disappear into thin air. It was very obvious what had been going on just before their arrival by the lack of clothes on both of you and now Young Woo added to it by letting your father know that he wasn’t the only person you called Daddy. 

You ran back into your room leaving Young Woo to deal with your parents. Young Woo was a very respectful man and felt embarrassed by the way his first meeting with your parents was going but he didn’t let it show. He played it cool and offered his greetings to your parents. “My name is Kim Young Woo. I’m your daughter’s boyfriend.”

Your parents put on their best smile and accepted the greeting. “Nice to meet you Young Woo. We weren’t expecting to see you but I guess it’s also our fault for coming unannounced.” Your mother nudged your father to say something but he was still shocked.

Your mother and father looked at each other with questioning glances. They were trying to process the situation but it was just too much. They knew you were an adult but they never wanted to see it for themselves.

After getting dressed and taking several deep breaths you went back out there. “Young Woo” you pulled him aside and spoke low so your parents wouldn’t hear you. “Young Woo why don’t you go get dressed now. I’ll take care of damage control.”

He nodded and did as you said. When you turned your attention back to your parents you found it difficult to look them in the eyes. “Mommy, Daddy- I can still call you that right?” you asked feeling like perhaps you had lost your father for good. “You are still my dad right?”

Your father sighed, “Sweetie I’ll always be your dad.” He gave you a hug. Despite the awkward situation that had just been experienced there was no way he could ignore the fact that you were his daughter.

Young Woo came back dressed and presentable.Your father finally shook hands with Young Woo and asked the important questions. “How long have you been with my daughter?”

“Three months,” Young Woo responded very straightforwardly. 

Your father cleared his throat not sure if he could ask his next questions. “Do you two...”

You looked at him with wide eyes hoping he wouldn’t say anything to make things awkward again. “Please think carefully of your question.”

“Do you two use protection?”

“Oh no, Dad. Why?” You hid your face behind Young Woo who like always remained calm. In times like this, you wished you were just like him. He was always very confident and only said what was necessary, unlike your father. “Just kill me now.”

“I don’t want to sound too old fashioned but let’s try not to have a child outside of marriage.” Your mother nodded approving of the question.

Young Woo chuckled at your reaction. 

Once your parents were gone you went back to your room and laid face down on the mattress. Young Woo followed and laid beside you. “Baby you still alive?”

“Barely,” you lifted your head to respond. “Imagine if that would have happened when I met Mama Woo.” After your second month of dating, Young Woo had taken you to meet his mother. She loved you and you loved her. She was such a happy and outgoing person that you couldn’t imagine her catching you moments from the act with her son.

Young Woo laughed thinking of that situation. Using his inhuman strength he flipped you over so you were facing him now. “Honestly Mama Woo has seen worse.”

You looked up at him with curiosity. “What did she see?”

Young Woo laughed unsure if he should be telling you, his current girlfriend, about something he and his ex did. “Let’s just say it involved a shower.”

You gasped, “She caught you doing it in the shower?” When he confirmed it you began laughing uncontrollably. “What did she do? The girl, not Mama Woo.”

“She ran out and was too ashamed to talk to me again.”

“Really you went out with someone so weak? You’re such a freak though.” You didn’t mind knowing about Young Woo’s past relationships. They were all in the past and didn’t matter as long as you were his present and his future.

"You’re not going to run out on Daddy are you?” he asked.

“Of course not. I don’t scare so easy. People can catch us but if I catch Daddy with someone else then I will run, I’ll run my fist into your handsome face.” You warned him totally serious about every word. 

“Now I feel like showering with you.”

“Let’s do it,” you jumped off of him and pulled him to the bathroom already forgetting the less than perfect first meeting between your parents and Young Woo.

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A/N: Just going to say this now... I’d die if this happened to me >.< Hope you enjoy reading this Anon.