#yohan fluff

Hyunjae gripped my ass and turned me around, he coated he's fingers while Yohan making love out of me, sending me moaning nonstop from pleasure that you're getting from Hyunjae and Yohan, Hyunjae cause of he's fingering your hole while Yohan is kissing you and make's out with you, sending you shivers of the pleasure before "ahh s-slow down please" said y/n to Hyunjae, sending him just moved he's face upside down saying yes, slowly fingering your pink tight hole. Sending Hyunjae licking he's lip's before he spoke "ohh damn your hole is fucking tight" said Hyunjae, that Yohan agreed and spoke "it's more tighter than pussy that we wricked" said Yohan, that Hyunjae just give he's friend a thumbs up, sending you moaning cause of slightly more cause aggressive fingering Hyunjae your hole, while Yohan putting hickey to all over your body "yeah-ahh~" i moaned loudly as he hit my prostate by Hyunjae and putting love mark's by Yohan. "Does it feels good y/n hmm?" both said Yohan and Hyunjae we're circling my soft spot, while Yohan make a romance with you by putting more love marks, seeing that your cock is not being touched so both Yohan and Hyunjae is using their other hand to wanking your already hard and tense cock twitching from pleasure, i felt myself about to cum, before i could say it i came all over their hands. Sends you shivers cause the girl almost cummed manny times, before they fucked him and moaning bitch nonstop, before they both lick their lip's and both spoke "you came without our permission" Hyunjae and Yohan while ready to punished you just like the girl in the video. At first you hesitate's spoke "i'm sorry" you said both too Hyunjae and Yohan, "get's your knee's and suck, cause it's punished time" both said y/n, that you hesitate's to follow their orders, so i put one of their cock while i wanking other one, before i started again sucking the tip in my mouth and started sucked it again, slowly going deeper and deeper till it touched the back of my throat, now i sucking Yohan's cock and now gripped my hair and started to fuck me "fuck your lip's are hot and soft" said Yohan that enjoying your hot and wet mouth. He kept thrusting in my mouth till he came, he's cums felt warm in my mouth, "swallow" said Yohan and i did as he told, before you being grabbed by Hyunjae ready to filled your tight pink hole, he pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me, he picked up my legs put them around he's waist, i put my arms around he's shoulders, he's hands gripped my thighs as he lowered me on he's dick, he started to move in me, Hyunjae look at my neck and started to suck it leaving hickeys.

Slowly moving up and then kissed me passionately, he increased he's speed, i felt myself getting near and near till i came on our stomach, he came deep inside after me shortly after, Hyunjae change from he's expression of fucking session with the girl in before porn video, to a aggressive to lovely cause of way of fucking you, it's more shocking when Hyunjae spoke "i love you" said Hyunjae, sending you shocked too but it's changed, cause it's being interupted by Yohan and ready to filled your tight pink hole and filled it with he's hot seed's. Just like that Yohan is easily entered your hole cause of the lube with some of Hyunjae's cum, after that you're adjust the size and length of he's own cock, he's now penetrating your prostate slow but rough, different from fast pace of penetrating their sex partner in the video, but not like the video we're to avoid to the girl to get pregnant, they cummed outside on he's vagina, but Hyunjae cummed and filled your hole with he's hot seed's. While your prostate is squeezing he's cock, sending him moaning nonstop from pleasure of your hot caverns, while Hyunjae request of blow job he's own cock, now your both hole's is being stuffed by Yohan and Hyunjae's cock, it's not like video that they need just to sex with girl to earn money, cause of time so you're having good sex with them, while Yohan just enjoying your tight hole that already filled with he's friend Hyunjae's cum. That sends him not yet get you hurt more by Yohan's big cock, now Yohan is moaning nonstop from tight squeeze of your tight pink hole, "ohh fuck yesss, keep your fucking hole tight" said Yohan that penetrating your prostate non-stop, but the way of he's pace is getting rougher and harder signaling that he's ready to filled your your hole by he's hot thick cum, luckily you're a man and you can't get pregnant by Hyunjae and Yohan's hot cum and baby batter. That Yohan collapse and you're hugging he's back, slightly filling your hole and thrusting your hole with he's cock until no cum is cummings out inside Yohan's cock, but you're shocked that you're doing Double Penetration, cause Yohan rolled you both, so that you can filled by he's friend too just like the girl they have sex for adult content video, and just like that you're being a double penetrated by Hyunjae and Yohan, cause they want to filled your hole again with their hot cum and baby batter again. While their cock is being touched and kissing inside your hole, while they're penetrating your prostate non-stop of their cock that almost not real from their size, but because you being stuffed by two cock's feel some pain, that you think you're being ripped apart cause of their cock inside your hole, after all you did only threesome and solo sex with hot boys but not double penetration. You're being noticed by both Hyunjae and Yohan, so they stop penetrating your hole, and putting love mark's and kisses you so you removed some pain, so when they penetrated you again by them you don't feel too much pain, when they both penetrated your hole again by them cause they can filled your hole again with their hot cum and baby batter, after that they continue penetrating your prostate non-stop.

You all don't notice the time you're filled nonstop by Hyunjae and Yohan, that like living sex toy a.k.a onahole filling by their hot seed's, that you're being awaken from sting of their cock, fucking and filling your hole by their hot cum and baby batter, cause you see's that both Hyunjae and Yohan are sleeping deeply, that the porn actors that you see fucking a girl porn actor, now you're having good sex after all left and you're being with Hyunjae and Yohan by their cum. That you don't noticed Yohan is being awaken and spoke "Good morning baby" said Yohan before kissing you, while Hyunjae's cock is poking your back and ready to filled your tight pink hole again, that sends Yohan he's friend laughing before he spoke "ohh look at that y/n, my friend is ready to filled your tight pink hole again" said Yohan to he's friend from porn industry, that sends Hyunjae before he spoke "ohh really you're the mind in he's butt, a.k.a the pornographer that we video do" said Hyunjae ready to filled your hole. After that you have a sex sessions with them as a porn actor now, we're you collab with their friends in next time we're you're making video, we're you're moaning cause of being recked by Sangyeon and Hwall, we're Hyunjae friends in the porn industry and Yohan's friend's like Taeyong, Jeno, Hongseok etc in a huge porn company.

It wasn't even a bad day. In fact, it was a pretty good day, your boss even praised you for your work that day, so you couldn't say that you had a strike of unlucky things happening to you. However, when you bumped into Kim Yohan out of all people at your little sister's taekwondo academy, you were definitely in for a surprise.

Not that his presence at a taekwondo academy should have surprised you. After all, his father was a taekwondo master and he had been doing taekwondo professionally when you had last seen him. It was the fact that he was the one teaching your little sister as a practice teacher under a senior instructor’s supervision that surprised you. Oh, and of course the fact that you never expected to see your middle school crush again after he had gone to a different school, and your silly little broken heart had convinced you that you would never find true love after the boy you had confessed to had not only said nothing in return, but he had also left your school altogether. Back then, you had no phone, no social media account, so he had gone without a trace.

There was no doubt that it was him though. He had the same boba eyes, the same bunny smile and the same pitch-black hair that you had always imagined ruffling like those main leads in your favourite young adult books that you had loved back then. You had imagined Yohan in the love interest's place so many times, and you remembered that aching feeling of wanting your love life to turn out like the ones in those books all too well.

Alas, you had been young and naive and foolish and...

"Hi!" Yohan greeted you with a wide albeit surprised smile. Well, at least he didn't expect to see you here either.

"Hi!" You responded slowly, still taking in the sight of the boy who had grown into such a handsome young man. Not that you hadn't considered him handsome back then because you had. It's just that his features were even more defined now, his shoulders even broader and he was even taller than he used to be. Though you had last seen him around a decade ago, it shouldn’t have been surprising.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"Me neither," you reciprocated his semi-nervous laughter with a smile as you tried to keep it cool. After all, he must have forgotten all about your confession, right? It had been so many years ago, he must not have even taken you seriously if he hadn't replied back then (not that he had a chance because you had practically run away from him after your confession, too embarrassed to bear his gaze).

Just like that, silence enveloped you, and you knew that Yohan had never been good at awkward situations, so you tried to keep it casual.

"I came to pick up my little sister, Yeji. She attends a class here. Your class, it seems," you explained, referring to the fact that you had seen your sister come out of the exact same practice room he had come out of.

Yohan's mouth formed a surprised O in return, but then, he was back to his usual coy self as he mentioned:

"It's not my class as per se. I'm still just a practice teacher."

"Everyone has to start somewhere, right?" You joked, trying to ease the slight awkwardness in the air, but you weren't sure that you saying such a thing was helping at all. God, you two were full-grown adults now, him already practising to be a teacher and you doing an internship, you should have known how to communicate better. Maybe it was just that the surprise hadn't worn off. Yeah, that should be it.

"How about you? Are you at uni or already working?" Yohan inquired after clearing his throat, and it was such a Yohan thing to do. He had always cleared his throat like that before giving presentations or being asked to solve a task by the board. It was such a silly thing to suddenly remember, but what could you do? You had been once head over heels for this boy.

"Oh, I finished uni during spring. I'm now doing an internship. I'm a sales intern for a fashion company."

"Sounds exciting."

"Yeah, it is," you responded with a smile, then to fill the silence, you told him about what tasks you had and what products were sold at the company and how you were working part-time, so you could pick up your little sister from now on because your mother now had a schedule change due to a colleague going on maternity leave. Not that he asked about half of it, but you knew that your little sister needed an awful lot of time to get ready, so even though kids were leaving the changing rooms one by one, you weren't surprised that you didn't see your sister coming out anytime soon.

In return, you asked about Yohan, and how he had ended up here and how long he would stay here and such, and he responded casually. These weren't such difficult questions though, but you were glad that the initial awkwardness wasn't lingering anymore.

Finally, your little sister showed up, her face still quite red, but her smile was as wide as it could be. Especially when she saw that you were talking to her teacher.

"Did you ask him how I was doing?" Yeji chirped, reaching out to hold your hand - something she always did when you were around others. She was extra clingy around strangers.

"No. We were catching up."

"Catching up?" She looked at you with wide eyes, then at Yohan. To that, you explained that you had been middle school classmates, and since she went to the same middle school as you did, she found it extremely fascinating that her taekwondo teacher went to the same school as she did.

"Anyways, let's not keep up your teacher any longer," you announced firmly when silence settled over the three of you. As expected, Yeji complained a bit, but eventually, she let her teacher go his way and you two also went your way which meant home in your case.

It didn't take long for your little sister to gossip about the fascinating revelation that her new practice teacher was your middle school classmate. To make matters worse, your mother knew exactly who Kim Yohan was, and she couldn't keep it quiet either.

"Wasn't he the boy you liked so much back then?" She exclaimed beamingly as if she had received great news, and you felt like falling head first into your bowl of pasta.

"You liked my teacher?" Yeji immediately shrieked excitedly, and it took some serious minutes to explain to her that it was a long time ago, you didn't like him anymore, and that he wasn't her teacher back then, so it didn't sound that weird.

Ever since then, you tried your very best not to run into Yohan when you went to pick her up or when you did, Yeji couldn't be around or ask anything regarding your middle school crush. Miraculously, it worked for some time, but once you had an urgent matter at work, so you couldn't leave on time, and you were almost half an hour late than you usually arrived. You basically ran from the underground station to the academy because Yeji didn't have a phone, so you couldn't tell her that you were on your way, and you were afraid that she would be panicking when she didn't see you after coming out of the changing rooms.

The sight that welcomed you was totally different though. Yeji and Yohan were sitting on the chairs opposite the reception desk, and they were playing cham cham cham. You let out a long, relieved sigh upon hearing your little sister's laughter, and your heart did a silly little somersault when Yohan's bunny smile was on full display while playing with her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry that I was late. Something came up at the company, and I had to stay a bit longer," you explained in one-go when you walked up to them, but instead of being angry, your little sister seemed more understanding.

"It's okay. Mom didn't always arrive on time either," she just shrugged, and god, you thanked the gods for having a sister like her in that moment. This gratefulness didn't stay with you for long though. "We were playing some games with your crush while waiting."

Oh. My. God. How did she... Why... How could... No. This wasn't happening. Nope.

"I've told you not to call him that," you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to act natural with a smile in Yohan's direction, but he definitely did hear you two talking, and if it was possible, he was even more flabbergasted than you were.

"Why not? You've said you told him-"

"Come on, that was a long time ago. Right, Yohan?" You glanced in the boy's direction quite frantically. You felt like it would have been better if the ground had opened up beneath you. You really just wanted to evaporate.

"Right, it was. You didn't even let me respond," he brought it up, almost sulkily, but you swore that you were on the verge of making an even bigger fool out of yourself and tell him that he was still handsome, and you found it cute that he was teaching kids, and he was seemingly good with your little sister too and that was adorable...

And so on and so forth, so you needed to leave.

"Anyways, we have to go now. I promised mom I would get groceries before going home, so we need to do that too," you clapped your hands to announce it and grabbed your sister's gym bag from the floor, throwing it over your shoulder.

Thankfully, your sister perked up at the mention of grocery shopping - which meant free food sometimes due to the promotional samples -, so she gave in easily. This way, you could bid your goodbye to Yohan as soon as possible, and you could leave before wanting to admit something that you just couldn't.

Yohan was kind enough not to bring up your awkward middle school confession, so your conversations could actually be about things that didn't cause awkwardness. He was still very much the introverted boy you had known him to be, but he could get really chatty when it was about a topic he was interested in or stories with his friends that he was trying to tell with big hand gestures and voice intonations. It didn't help your silly little heart though, in fact, you felt like you just fell deeper and deeper with no way out. Once your sister took an extra long time changing after practice, you could also see Yohan in a non-uniform outfit because he had already changed into his usual clothes before your sister came out, and oh boy, he did grow broader and stronger. He also knew how to dress himself, so the tight black jeans, simple white tee, leather jacket combo didn't help your heart at all.

Though you didn't meet outside of the taekwondo academy because why would you? You also had around 15-30 minutes twice a week to talk, so it's not like you talked a lot, though with him, you felt like you could listen to him all the time, so it wouldn't be enough anyway. He might have given you his number (in case you were late to pick up your sister, so at least he would know about it even if your sister didn't have a phone), but you didn't start messaging each other too intensively.

The first time you met each other outside of the taekwondo academy was at a taekwondo competition. It was your sister's first competition, so she was super nervous, but she got encouragement from both of her teachers and you as well. Her fellow taekwondo team members supported her as well, but she eventually lost before the semi-finals, and instead of staying out on the field, she didn't come up to you to the stand during break, so you got worried.

You walked down the corridors, and walked into the changing room where you had previously put down her stuff. However, she wasn't there. You were almost about to call Yohan, hoping that he looked at his phone during the breaks, when you caught sight of the said boy crouched down to be at eye-level with your sister and hugging her while she was crying.

"It's okay. I've lost in competitions too, it's inevitable. Next time you'll be even better. Almost making it into the semi-finals is already a great achievement," you heard Yohan say to her, patting her back reassuringly while Yeji was still constantly sobbing. Hearing her cry broke your heart a little, but the boy's reassurance warmed it a bit, too.

"Yohan is right," you said as you halted beside their duo, and gently patted your sister's shoulder to gain her attention. You reached a pack of tissues out to her, and she took it, immediately using up two to blow her nose and wipe away her tears. "It was your first competition. You did so well. Now you know what you can expect, and you'll smash it next time."

"And maybe even become a teacher like me one day," Yohan added with a light-hearted smile as he stood up straight.

"Really? Can I do that after losing here?" Yeji stopped crying to ask that question and blinked up at her giant of a teacher with bright, shining eyes. He nodded and told her just how many times he had lost in the past until she felt better and eventually went to the bathroom to wash her face.

"Thanks for being beside here. I thought she disappeared, but I'm glad that wasn't the case," you turned to Yohan after your sister got out of hearing range, and displayed a grateful smile.

"Don't mention it,” the boy shrugged casually, but you were truly grateful for his assistance, so you kept thanking him until he was called by the taekwondo master to get ready for the end of the break. He directed an apologetic smile at you, but you told him that he should go, you would fetch up your little sister afterwards.

Once Yeji was done in the bathroom and felt better, you two went back to the stand to watch the rest of the competition. Even though your little sister was a bit under the weather when her opponent made it to the final, she seemed supportive of her team members nevertheless, and she almost went back to her usual, bubbly self by the end of the event. You waited for her to change and get her stuff, and as usual, she was almost the last one to leave. That just meant that you managed to bump into Yohan on the way out.

You and Yeji were about to have some lunch, and your little sister was so pumped up about telling her teacher that she would have her favourite kimchi stew that she somehow ended up inviting Yohan as well. As expected, the boy tried to turn down the offer, but the grumbling of his stomach and Yeji’s puppy eyes convinced him to join you. Your sister couldn’t have been happier.

You couldn’t deny that you were happy as well. It was fun talking to the boy like this, and you had a fun time watching the boy’s facial expressions change when your little sister asked him very random questions such as his favourite childhood snacks, if he had ever seen Santa or if he had ever farted during a competition. That last one, though, was embarrassing even for you, so you tried to avert the topic to something more pleasant.

You three had different meals, and Yeji always tried others’ food if it didn’t involve something she absolutely despised, so she had some from your lunch and from Yohan’s lunch as well. Then, insisting that his meat was really good, Yohan even wrapped a piece of meat, rice and garlic in a perilla leaf and reached it out to you. You looked at him for a few seconds, confused, but ended up reaching for it while thanking him for the gesture. He gave you a gentle, almost proud smile in return, and there it was again: that warmth that ran through your body seeing his smile, feeling like you had just ran a marathon, but it wasn’t enough to tire you out, you were just so pumped up.

“Why didn’t you put it into her mouth? They always do that in dramas,” Yeji chirped in obliviously, and you almost choked imagining the scene of Yohan putting the perilla wrap into your mouth like couples would do. Yohan had the same reaction, but he tried to mask it with a few well-timed coughs.

“It’s because we are not a couple. It’s a thing that couples do, so it would be weird if we did so,” you explained to your little sister who seemed to be pondering for a few seconds before asking the very simple yet very complicated ‘why’. You blanched at the boldness of hers, your eyes growing twice their size, and your throat going dry. You reached for your glass of water and took a few sips of it, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t hurt Yohan's feelings either, but it wouldn’t give away your feelings either.

However, taking your silence as if you couldn’t understand her question, Yeji continued with her honest, child-like curiosity.

“Do you really not like each other anymore?”

“It’s not that. It’s compli-”

“Then, do you still like him, no?”

“I mean…” You protested fervently, your embarrassment growing by the second. Sure, kids were honest, and they didn’t hold themselves back, but they also didn’t know the complexity of human emotions and how people didn’t always like each other back. You were sure that the movies and dramas she watched weren’t about unrequited love either.

You were about to go into a long-ass monologue about how reality could be different from what she saw in the media, but Yohan spoke up after clearing his throat.

“I like her. I always did,” he admitted coolly, but the way he was picking on his food with his chopsticks without looking into your eyes gave away his nervousness.

You practically froze in place, unable to move or speak because you just couldn’t believe that he had confessed that he liked you, and he had always done so. It was what you had been imagining all those years ago while rolling on your bed and listening to heartwarming pop songs about first loves, it was what you had been imagining when you had picked up the courage to confess to him on the last day of grade 7, and it was what you had been imagining ever since, and now that it was out, you were unable to form coherent words.

“But… like… why didn’t you tell me before?” You mumbled, still puzzled, when you managed to pull yourself together enough to speak up. Yohan’s eyes darted between different parts of the restaurant before landing on yours, and his gaze made it impossible to look away. There was just so much in his eyes, a whole galaxy if you wanted to be corny, that you felt like you would never be able to have enough of looking into his orbs.

“It’s not like you let me tell you back then. You practically ran away!”

“Because you were frozen, and didn’t say a thing. So I figured you don’t like me and ran away to save both of us from further embarrassment.”

“I was frozen like you now. I couldn’t believe that someone like you would like me back,” Yohan insisted, and this almost sulky side of him was so adorable, so similar to his younger days that you almost felt like hugging him to your chest when he was already way taller than you. Gosh, you really did think that he said nothing because he didn’t like you whereas he was just surprised. You had to process that information and his pouty lips and his twinkling eyes and…

“Are you going to kiss now?” Yeji blurted out, too excited for her own good, but both you and Yohan answered with a vehement no before locking gazes again and bursting into laughter. You almost forgot about your little sister being there beside you because you were so into your own little world, but how could you forget about her presence and enthusiasm towards you and your crush on Yohan?

“We can try later though,” the boy mentioned with a teasing tone, and you held up your chopsticks warningly, but the boy’s giggles made you let go of any (theatrical) annoyance you held towards him.

Now that was out of the way, the rest of the lunch was fun and almost peaceful, but you would have never thought that his confession would happen at a restaurant on the way home from your sister’s first taekwondo competition, over perilla leaf wraps and bowls of steaming noodles. You wouldn’t have had it any other way though. It was so like you and Yohan, and it was just perfect.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading the story! It means a lot to me.❤️

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It was the last match, everyone had their heart in the mouths, especially Yohan’s parents and sisters while you watched the final of the taekwondo competition. Your best friend moved swiftly, analyzing his opponent before making a turn quickly, his leg striking forward with a bolley kick, finally taking the other down on his third offensive try. Right afterwards, he received the award, his eyes anxiously searching the crowd and a smile spreading on his face as he finally found who he was looking for, raising the gold medal up for you to see it. His family had gotten out of the stadium steps before the match actually ended since it would get too crowded and despite knowing they were right, you still wanted to be there to see his joyful expression. You pointed out the front door as a way to tell him that you would wait outside and he opened his eyes wide before nodding.

The air was chill, making you feel thankful after being so squeezed between all the people. You crossed the street, leaning against the wall of a building whilst waiting for Yohan, entertaining yourself with the way your breath danced in front of you due to the cold weather. Most of the people had already disappeared, others being inside, and your friend too. It was starting to get a dark and you grew slightly uncomfortable at the situation when you caught sight of a group of boys you knew well. Each time Yohan had a tournament, they would be around, maybe they went to support a friend, maybe not, but the one thing they would always do was annoy you.

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be outside already?” The taller talked first, as he tended to. You scoffed at him before looking the other way, hoping that this wouldn’t take much time. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time and you are acting disrespectful? Despite me being older?”

“It’s none of your business.” Your reply was dry, avoiding his gaze in case he would notice the fear in your semblance.

Clicking his tongue, he pointed at the entrance. “He won today, didn’t he? You are acting all snob because of that, aren’t you?” The lack of response had him getting closer to you, and right as he was about to touch you, Yohan called out your name.

You tried not to show your relief as you saw him trotting to you, eyebrows furrowed as he observed the three guys surrounding you playing dumb and discreetly starting to back off, although the one in front of you gritted his teeth as if threatening you in the most silent way, patting Yohan’s shoulder while passing him by. When you were sure they were far enough and not turning back, you let out a heavy sigh, your heart beating hard enough to make you conscious about the blood running through your veins all of a sudden.

“Are you alright? Who are those?” His hands were on your shoulders and you flinched instinctively before relaxing.

“Just… Some dickheads. They always do the same although this time it was a bit scarier.” Yohan stared at you with a surprised face, stuttering as he dug into it.

“What do you mean by “always”? This isn’t the first time?” You shook your head and moving your hand as if to dismiss the topic before noticing he was still in his uniform and also barefoot.

“What– Why did you come out like that?”

He looked down on himself before giggling. “I was too caught up talking to my coach and the rest did too so I rushed here and, well…” It was evident he wanted to keep asking but nonetheless, respected your choice to remain silent for now.

The car seat was comfortable and warm, Yohan next to you while his parents talked about how he had to start training for the next competition. You could see in his slouched shoulders that he was tired, and not just from the match. Sure, he was talented, like everyone else in his family, but sometimes he felt lost, and he had talked about it with you multiple times. About how he felt like he was doing it on automatic, that he didn’t really remember to have a word on whether he wanted to start the sport or not, that even though it brought him satisfaction, it seemed like it was never enough. And you had listened, chest aching each time he would sigh and close his eyes, shaking his head and just continuing with it.

“You were amazing today.” Your compliment had him smiling slightly, looking your way in a somewhat sad way. “I mean it! The technique you did isn’t one of the “easy” ones, right? I was completely hypnotized by it, like, really, really hypnotized.”

His hand covered his mouth before laughing while trying to not catch his parents’ attention before thanking you, the way his face lightened up making you feel better even if it had nothing to do with you. As the car started to stop and the view became familiar, you said your goodbyes to his parents and thanked them for taking you to the match. You opened the door of the car and you heard another one closing after yours as Yohan accompanied you until the entrance.

“You should come home tomorrow.” The unexpected proposal had you raising your eyebrows. “Uh, the girls won’t be there since they went to the sleeping party tonight, and my parents will be busy with work so I don’t want to celebrate being alone.”

Again, the arrow in your heart. “Ah, right, then I will definitely be there.” You greeted him and unlocked the door, turning quickly when he added something.

“Make sure to wear comfortable clothes!”

“You have to be kidding me.”

Yohan denied with his head as he stepped aside, showing how he had moved all the furniture aside, making room for his plan. A master plan, according to him. He was going to teach you self-defense, well, mixed with basic taekwondo because that is what he knew: “better something than nothing, right?”

“It’s going to be super simple, I promise.” The sentence made you roll your eyes, ready to turn back but he had already locked the door. “Oh? You brought food? How kind~ we will eat it after your training, yes?”

“Yohan, you know I will suck at this.”

“That’s partly why I want to do it.” Was it an insult or was he genuinely concerned? Hard to tell with the half smile he put on. “Look, when we were kids you always insisted you wanted me to show you, now I am the one asking.”

“That was years ago! Is this because of what happened last night?” He shut you up pressing a finger against your lips and dragging you to the middle of the room.

“You wore comfortable clothes, indeed…” His eyes were on your pants. “But the shirt won’t do, it will annoy you a bit to move. Wait here.”

What other thing were you going to do? You fell for those innocent, puppy-like eyes, thinking this was going to be a “cheer-Yohan-up” party and it ended up being a “welcome-to-hell” one. Steps were heard in the room as he came back with a white shirt, throwing it to you as he turned around and faced the wall. Fighting against him was useless so you changed quickly, letting him know when you were ready. Your complaints were also ready.

“I have no strength in my body, I can’t make anyone feel pain with these.” You showed him your arms, the shirt too oversized on you.

“I know, that’s why taekwondo is a bit better: you get to use your legs with quick movements, you have seen me do it.” Did he have a comeback for everything? “Besides, you don’t really need strength, it’s all about timing and precision.”

“I don’t have those either.”

He took a deep breath. “We will work on it, but please try.”

The next half an hour focused on him teaching you how to stretch properly. A few exercises reminded you of high school whilst others were a bit new. At some point, he told you to open your legs and slowly approach to a split the most you could, laughing a little as you asked him to cut the session already. He put behind you, hands firmly arranging your posture.

“Can we stop?” “This is just the warm up.” “Please.” “No.”

Finally the warm up was over. He looked as refreshed as a lettuce while you wanted to eat what you had brought already. You envied his flexibility. It was stupid. Ridiculous. This whole thing was stupid and ridiculous. Yes, you had wanted Yohan to teach you when both of you were younger because you admired him and wanted to spend more time. As you got closer to him, the friendship grew and those things kind of drifted away, and let’s not mention the insecurities that having to kick your friend brought you.

“Are you paying attention?” His voice kept you from zoning out more.

“Sorry.”

“This is a jump front kick, yes? It’s pretty easy, I think you can make it and it’s useful to kick some loser in the face. Look.” He did the demonstration swiftly, as if it was as easy as breathing, landing elegantly. “See?”

“… Yeah, no, we are not doing that.”

“I already did, it’s your turn. Follow me, yes?”

When Yohan was in a teaching position, he changed. That’s what you had noticed at first sight. He became way more demanding and way more serious, he corrected you without being mean and when necessary, even if that meant he had to explain the same thing a hundred times. His hands would correct your posture, not being afraid of pushing your limits a little in order for you to reach what he wanted to make. If you had to be honest, yes, you had learned something. Was it easy? No. Your muscles hurt a shit ton, you were exhausted, but listening to his small claps when you finally got the posture right made it all worth it. Both had eaten together, somehow the taste being a thousand times better than usual, Yohan saying that exercising really did make everything look like that.

That was the first day to many. He would have you come over, move the furniture, stretch and practice again. His instructions were clear and he was mildly patient, his sisters laughing a few time as they noticed your contorted figure and Yohan holding the bridge of his nose while you failed again. One particular day, he was even more demanding, even more insistent, and it was annoying you a little. You were trying your best, really, but you weren’t a professional so of course you couldn’t meet his standards.

“No, don’t– don’t do it like that, keep in mind your stance.”

You huffed, drying the sweat from your forehead. “I can’t make it today, fine? I’m tired and I just want to rest and spend some time together…”

“You haven’t even tried–”

“I can’t.”

“Just fucking try!” His voice raising had you confused. He wasn’t the kind to yell, much less at you, but it was obvious that he felt guilty. “Sorry, shit, I didn’t mean to…”

“What is wrong?” He looked up to you, relieved that you weren’t mad or sad at him.

“It’s just… I met those assholes yesterday hanging outside the training building and they kept pushing all my buttons and I held back but then they mentioned you and…” He didn’t finished telling you but rather turned around and gripped your arms. “You are important to me, and I won’t be able to be there and protect you all the time despite how much I want to. They almost touched you the other day, I don’t want that to happen again, yeah? It’s just that.”

His sudden confession made the whole atmosphere change, suddenly you felt selfish for thinking that he was merely trying to show off. You wanted to know what had happened specifically but it didn’t look like he was up to tell you, so all you could reply with was a nod.

“Why don’t we fight then?” He was taken aback. “I mean, you have taught me with the theory and hitting the air as if I was playing solo in Street Fighter but the real thing is quite different.”

“Uh, you are right, yeah…” Yohan scratched the back of his neck before agreeing. “You attack, I’ll avoid and try to grab you. Just focus on my movements.”

You failed the first few times, but he after getting some of his advice on how to read his attacks, it became easier. Practice paid, and you did the movements without really reaching to hit him for real, stopping a bit earlier. As you raised up your leg stopping right beside his face, Yohan flashed a proud-ish smile that threw you off, causing you to lose balance and falling to the floor, hands gripping at his shirt tightly out of instinct and bringing him down with you. The thud was dry, and after the initial feeling of pain you started chuckling, the situation being so uncomfortable yet unbelievable at the same time, and he did the same. A few seconds later, both calmed down, making eye contact with each other, realizing your proximity. However, none of you tried to move.

“S-Stop staring at me.” He chuckled as you tried to break apart from him.

“Why?”

You sighed in exasperation, trying to come up with a good argument before just letting out the truth. “You are teaching me self-defense but I have never felt more vulnerable.”

His cheeks blushed, and you thought he was going to pull away, nervously laughing and apologizing as he did whenever he got flustered, but instead his fingers put a few strands of your hair behind your ear, clearing your face.

“Is that a bad thing right now?”

His voice was sincere and you noticed how he swallowed, his eyes trying to read any kind of sign in your face that he could use as answer. You preferred to give it yourself.

“I d-don’t think so.”

Yohan perked his ears up at that, eyes opening slightly wider as his sight traveled from yours to your lips, the distance between you two closing more and more until it became inexistent. It was merely a peck, his mouth softly pressing against yours, your stomach turning a thousand times at the unfamiliar feeling whilst your lungs reminded you their need for oxygen. You didn’t need to pull apart because he jumped out the second he heard his sisters giggling from upstairs, both of you covering your expressions as if that were to change anything at all.

For the next hour, none of you looked at each other. At least not enough to get caught. You would steal a few glances his way, starting to wonder if the feelings that you thought had buried deep inside your heart in hopes to not ruin your friendship had emerged again. Maybe he felt it too? If it wasn’t like that, why would have he kissed you? Wait, was he the one that started or was it you? There were so many thoughts running wild that it was impossible to organize your ideas.

“I will walk you home.” He ended up taking the first step, and you simply nodded.

It was slightly awkward, both the walk and you two. There was this kind of electricity flowing between you but none would address it, ignoring it as you saw your house in the distance, fingers fidgeting as you didn’t want the night to end like that. Finally, you were in front of the door, just like the night of his competition, although this time it was extremely awkward.

“Thanks.” His puppy eyes quickly came into contact with yours, this time both making the effort to hold it. “For training me, I mean.”

“Ah, yeah, that was… no problem.” His hands were behind his back, like the whole rest of the walk, and it was starting to make you feel nervous until he noticed and let out a breathy laugh. “I brought this but it’s… It’s cringy.”

He pulled out his gold medal, showing it before putting it on you, half smiling at the way it fell on your chest, the dim light in the front of your house making it glisten.

“What…”

“It’s technically yours. I wouldn’t have been in that competition if you hadn’t kept me going all these years, so I thought it was the least I could do.” His words were a little bit slurred, his eyes wavering as he balanced his body one way and another. “You don’t have to say any–”

Now you were the one to kiss him and both of you were sure of it. “You are also important to me. So keep going, at whatever you want to do, and I will support you. Always.”

His cheeks flushed in a million shades of red before he hugged you, not knowing any other way to express the outburst of emotions that were taking place inside of him. He just kept you like that for a while, kissing your cheek softly before giggling and pulling away, his silly grin making you mirror his attitude.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. To keep practicing.” You nodded and got inside quickly, trying to calm yourself as you peeked through the window how a happy dancing Yohan got away.

WHY IS HE SO SWEET I’m literally crying, I love myself for writing this and also the anon who requested it. I love taekwondo!Yohan aus :(

~Nani