You really tried your best to focus on the music and not the gazes from all the creepy men seated at the foot of the stage watching you dance. That was far easier said than done, though. When you finished your routine and the spotlight moved to the other catwalk, you dropped your seductive expression and just settled for a small frown, quickly scooping up the loose money by your feet.
You really tried your best to focus on the music and not the gazes from all the creepy men seated at the foot of the stage watching you dance. That was far easier said than done, though. When you finished your routine and the spotlight moved to the other catwalk, you dropped your seductive expression and just settled for a small frown, quickly scooping up the loose money by your feet.
Walking off stage, you spotted your boss waiting for you, like he did sometimes. He had that familiar smirk on his face as he looked you up and down slowly, letting you know that your night was about to get even longer.
“Hey doll,” Youngbin greeted you, immediately pulling you against his chest. Your cheeks flushed; you were just in lingerie, while he was dressed in a suit. “Wanna come hang out while I finish balancing the books?”
It wasn’t really a question; Youngbin already knew you’d do anything he asked of you. He’d taken you on as a dancer when you’d been at rock bottom, despite you not really doing that well at your audition. And until you’d improved your skills and gotten more favorable time slots, he gave you money for food and let you stay above the club. You granted any request he had because you were truly grateful for his support. It also didn’t hurt that he was extremely attractive and knew all the right buttons to push to get what he wanted, but you trusted him not to actually manipulate you.
“Can I change first?” you asked him, putting on your best doe eyes. Youngbin leaned back a little, looked you up and down again, then shook his head. His hand slipped down from your lower back to your ass, giving it a light pinch just to watch you jolt against him.
“No can do, sweetheart,” he faux sighed, brushing away a loose strand of your hair. “I wanna admire this work of art in front of me a little bit longer, if you’ll let me.”
Once again, you found your cheeks burning hotly as you avoided his eyes. Always the smooth talker, but it never ceased to make you blush. “Alright,” you agreed, letting him steer you towards his table with a hand on your lower back.
You could feel all the jealous eyes on you, either wishing to be you or Youngbin right now. Unfortunately for them, neither of you had any interest in anyone aside from each other.
Youngbin sat down first in the booth, his paperwork already spread out all across the table. Before you could even complain about him being disorganized, he had pulled you down into his lap and wrapped his arm around your waist.
“You can sit on my lap until I’m done working,” he said with a smirk, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder.
You couldn’t lie. It was totally boring to sit there while Youngbin silently wrote out calculations and compared reports. But you must not have hid it as well as you thought, since he suddenly began to bounce his leg. Being barely clothed, you couldn’t help but to let out a moan when his thigh brushed up against your clothed pussy. You couldn’t even squirm away since he was holding your waist tightly.
“Stop moving so much, I’m almost done with these papers,” Youngbin scolded you. You turned slightly to complain that it was his fault, only to see that devilish smirk that told you it was no accident. “Are you that impatient, doll?”
You moaned softly as he bit your earlobe, his hand squeezing your waist as he pressed his thigh upwards. “Everyone here can see, you know? They just have to look over and they’d see you falling apart on my thigh. You must like that, yeah? I can feel you leaking against my pants, sweetheart.” His hand slipped down to your panties, pressing against the wet cloth as he chuckled. “Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you.”
“Youngbin, please,” you sighed, dropping your head down onto his shoulder.
His smirk grew wider, palm cupping your center. “What is it, doll?”
You moaned quietly into his ear as he rubbed slow circles over your clothed clit, gently rocking your hips against his hand. “Please fuck me, I’m going crazy here.”
Youngbin clicked his tongue, thumb pressing against your button for an extra few seconds just to feel your body shudder against him in desperation. He loved to make you beg, it drove him wild with desire to know just how bad you wanted him when you could get any guy who laid eyes on you. “I don’t know, I’m still not done with my reports…”
You gripped the hair at the base of his neck harshly and frowned, pulling his head back so you could glare at him. “Take me in the back and fuck me now or I won’t let you touch me for a week.”
He scoffed, pulling his hand away from your body entirely. “You’ll regret that, sweetheart,” he said, pushing you off his lap and standing up. He signaled for one of the security guards nearby to clean up the paperwork from the table, then led you towards his office.
He barely pushed you into the room before he had his hands on you again, racing to touch whatever exposed skin he could. And you certainly had a lot of it. You focused on getting his clothes off, hurriedly pushing his suit jacket off before attacking the buttons on his shirt.
Youngbin gripped your wrists before you could get very far, a dark look in his eyes. “I told you you’d regret it, doll,” he warned. “Go sit on my desk and wait for me.”
You felt like being a little bit bratty, so you crossed your arms and refused to move. “No.”
He paused from unbuttoning his sleeves and raised his eyebrows, not quite believing what he was hearing. You were usually obedient, so it was a bit of a surprise that you wanted to take this the other way for once. He crossed the room and grabbed your chin tightly in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. “What was that? I thought I heard you trying to disobey me.”
Your thighs were quivering and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, but you held your ground. “I said no. I will not just sit pretty for you while you ignore me again. I want to be fucked already!” Your voice turned whiny at the end, but you didn’t even care. You just wanted Youngbin to rip off your stage outfit already and give it to you good, not play these stupid games he loved so much. There was a time and place for that, but it wasn’t now.
“I think you forget who makes the rules around here,” he growled, quickly unclasping your bra and pulling it off. He stared at your exposed breasts and palmed at his clothed cock, groaning lowly. “Can you use that mouth for anything other than being a total brat?”
You rolled your eyes, dropping to your knees. You spit on your hand and started to pump his shaft slowly, making sure to coat it as much as you could. Then you bumped the tip against your lips, smirking as he hissed from above you. You hollowed your cheeks and took him deep into your throat, humming.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, though his voice was a bit choked up. One hand went into your hair to try and guide you further onto his cock, the other pulled out his cell phone and began recording you. “Show me how good you can take me,” he said.
Bracing yourself with a hand on his hip, you took his shaft as deep into your throat as you could, feeling the tip touch the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, pulling back enough to get some air before repeating the action. You knew Youngbin loved when you choked on his cock like this, and as long as you were careful about not going too fast, it drove you crazy as well. Knowing you had the power to reduce such a man to near tears was an incredible feeling that you held onto.
Youngbin’s hand was getting too shaky to keep recording, so he tapped the top of your head. “Sweetheart, stop or I’m going to come,” he warned you. Unfortunately, since you were in a bratty mood today, you decided to ignore him and keep going. You sucked him into the back of your throat once more, reaching up to play with his balls. With just a light squeeze, he was coming hard down your throat, hips stuttering. Grinning playfully, you wiped the back of your mouth and pinched his hip, standing up. Youngbin ended the recording with a shaky breath, looking at you in disbelief.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that too, doll,” he growled, reaching out and grabbing you by the hips. Before you could even protest, he had your hands behind your back and was pressing you face down on his desk. Your nipples were brushing against the cold surface, causing you to whine. “Keep your hands here while I take these off or I won’t let you cum,” he warned. Youngbin hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down, pressing a kiss to your ass before pinching it.
You knew you were pushing your luck by now, but you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together for some friction. He hated when you got too impatient to wait for him, but you were horny and just wanted to get railed. This was the quickest and easiest way to make that happen.
“What did I just say?” You giggled to yourself a little at his frustrated tone, only to yelp when his hand came down on your ass harshly. “That’s it, I’m tired of you acting out.”
You felt his tip poking at your entrance as he lined himself up, sliding into you easily. Your body rocked against his desk with the force of his thrust, making you moan out obscenely. Youngbin grunted, reaching up to grab the back of your neck with his hand and force your head to stay down against the desk. You could hear the sound of your juices squelching as he pounded into you at a brutal pace, drool threatening to fall out of your mouth as you went dumb with pleasure. This was exactly what you’d wanted from your boss tonight, and you were more than happy now that it was actually coming true.
“Are you happy now, brat?” he grunted, leaning down next to your ear. “You’re so wet. You must love being at my mercy.” You nodded frantically, trying to press back against his dick. Youngbin wasn’t having any of it though, his grip on your neck tightening. “Stop moving or I really won’t let you come.”
He reached between your body and the desk, pressing his thumb on your clit until your legs started to buckle. You knew he was doing it on purpose; it was the quickest way to get you to the edge of your orgasm and he was taking full advantage of that. “Youngbin, please,” you begged, wriggling your body desperately. You were maybe starting to regret acting like a brat earlier, but you weren’t ready to admit it just yet.
“Ask me nicely, doll,” he laughed, dipping two of his fingers into your pussy alongside his dick.
You cried out, tears filling your eyes as he slowly stroked your walls. “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have been a brat, please let me come. I won’t do it again!” Your mind was going hazy as he kept thrusting into you, ignoring your pleas. You felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, excitement flooding your body. But just when you thought you were about to release, Youngbin pulled out entirely, stepping away from you.
“Youngbin!” you screamed, completely frustrated as your high disappeared into thin air. “Let me come!”
He clicked his tongue, pressing his hand into the center of your back rather roughly. “That’s not how you’re going to get to come, doll,” he sighed. Then he was gone again, sliding into his desk chair and patting his lap. “Get over here and earn your orgasm if you want it so bad,” he informed you, lazily stroking his cock.
You blinked in confusion at first, but then you stood up and hurried over to his lap. You grabbed his dick and lined it up with your entrance, sinking down onto it with a loud moan. “You’re so deep,” you groaned, steadying yourself on his shoulders before you began bouncing. He gripped your hips and smiled up at you, watching you with a fondness that only slipped out sometimes.
“Are you close, doll?” he asked you after a few moments of only the sound of your skin slapping together. He was squeezing your ass in his hands, occasionally pressing kisses and bites to your chest. You nodded frantically, pleasure curling in your gut as you swirled your hips on top of his. He hit a certain spot within you on one particular thrust, making you cry out loudly.
“More, faster,” you begged him. Youngbin slipped his hand between your bodies and rubbed quick circles over your clit, dragging you over the edge with a shout. Soon after, he was spilling his seed into you, holding you tightly to his chest as you both came down from your orgasms. When you were done, you slumped against him with a sigh.
“Can we go home now?” you asked, glancing up at his sweaty face. He smiled down at you, brushing your hair out of your face and leaning in for a kiss.
“Of course, doll. But let’s clean up here first,” he said, gesturing to the mess all around his desk.
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You are nervous.
Clutching your way too heavy bag between your hands, you look around the little café. You’re a tad too early, but you had hoped your new tutor might already be waiting for you. You only know him from a picture so far, the one your mutual friend had shown you a few days ago. All you remember is a handsome face, soft brown eyes and dark, fluffy hair - but that’s about it. You have never been good with faces, much more so with names.
You take another step into the café, trying to find the face you’re looking for - but suddenly, someone calls your name: “Y/N?”
You turn towards the voice and see him: a smile graces his handsome face, dark eyes forming little crescents when he walks towards you, one hand extending towards you for you to shake. You release a shaky breath and return his smile, relief spreading through your whole body. “Youngbin?”, you ask while you shake his warm hand and he nods.
“You found the place alright?”, he inquires, leading you to his table in the back of the café, a bit more quiet and away from all the noise of the other people. “Yes, I’ve actually been here before.”, you explain, taking the seat opposite him and placing your bag on the free chair beside you. “Ah.”, he just makes, shuffling through some papers in front of him, “Okay, so I heard you’d like to receive some additional lessons in Korean?” You nod enthusiastically. “Yes, exactly! I’ve been taking some classes at university already, but there are limits to what you can learn in those. My friend said you’re offering private lessons, so I thought I’d ask you for help.” Your explanation is rushed and you begin to fiddle with your fingers, but you can’t seem to stop the nervous tick - Youngbin is handsome and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter a bit.
Which is ridiculous because he is your tutor who you’ve only just met.
But still…
“That’s right! The easiest way to learn a new language is to speak to someone who’s fluent. And I’m more than happy to help you with that! So, I’ll have you take a little exam first as I need to know how much you’ve learned so far. Afterwards we’ll talk about what we can and will do to improve your Korean skills and what we should focus on. Is that okay with you?” He has clearly thought about this or done this kind of tutoring more than once already, that much is obvious - he seems very organized and structured. You nod in agreement, and take out your study notes to give to him while you take the little questionnaire he’s prepared for you, slowly beginning to fill it out, thankfully not having too many difficulties with it.
He flips through your notes while you work on the exam, humming from time to time in approval, before he looks up and smiles at you. Your stomach flutters, but you try to ignore your body’s reaction to him. He waits for you to finish the questionnaire and checks your answers afterwards, finally nodding to himself. “Well, I see you’re already pretty advanced. You probably won’t have any problems talking in Korean to me, I think. I know talking in a different language can be scary and more difficult than reading or writing in it. So, I want to put you out there and have you talk to people! Not only to me though - we will visit a Korean BBQ restaurant and I want you to order something for us. We’re also going to watch some kdramas or Korean movies and I want you to explain the plot to me afterwards, talk about your favorite characters and scenes and so on. How does that sound to you?”, he finally proposes, propping his chin up on his hand and gazing intently at you.
You tilt your head to the side and think about his idea for a few seconds. Then, you finally nod: “I think that sounds like a reasonable plan. My friend didn’t say anything about payment yet, so I think we should talk about that, too.” Youngbin shrugs. “We can settle that some other time. I want you to have a few lessons with me first, to see if you feel comfortable with me - and with my teaching methods. If you want to continue after about… two weeks, we can talk about the payment.”
You lift both eyebrows at that. “You’ll work for free…? For two weeks?”, you inquire, a bit baffled at his generosity and he grins. “I mean, I get to eat delicious food and watch some amazing movies as well as tv shows in the company of a beautiful woman. I think that‘s not too bad.”, he explains, giggling adorably when he sees you’re beginning to blush.
“I guess we have a deal then.”, you finally manage to say and he nods, reaching out his hand for you to shake. When his warm, much longer fingers wrap around yours, your heart begins to pound twice as fast. You quickly snatch your hand back, hoping it won’t seem rude. But Youngbin simply smiles at you and takes a sip of his coffee. “Well, let’s begin with our first conversation in Korean, then.”, he finally says, leaning closer and gazing at you with warm eyes, “You start.”
The first lessons with Youngbin are a bit… awkward, maybe even tense. It truly is something entirely different to talk to a native speaker, you quickly notice and are, at first, a bit hesitant to talk freely to him, afraid you’ll make too many mistakes. But you soon learn not to hold back - Youngbin is not one to judge, he’s always quick to help whenever you try to think of a word or stumble over a pronunciation. He radiates trustworthiness and warmth, quickly making you feel comfortable around him. It doesn’t take long until you begin to meet up outside of your planned tutoring lessons - it starts with Youngbin spontaneously sending you a message asking if you’re free one afternoon. You actually don’t have any plans, so you meet up for some coffee just around the corner of your workplace. This, soon, starts to be a regular place for you both to meet, sometimes before work, sometimes afterwards. You also go to the cinema to see a few non-Korean movies together. One evening, he even cooks for you and it isn’t even... that bad (you still offer to be the one to cook next time).
One day while you’re on your way to work and see a new message from Youngbin (with an attached image of his super adorable dog Jamong), immediately beginning to smile brightly, you’re hit with a realization.
You’re have fallen for him.
You almost choke on your coffee, quickly stuffing your phone back into your pocket and clutching the seat under you with alarming force.
Oh no no no no no.
This is not good. You can’t be in love with him. He is your tutor! Just because you began to hang out outside of lessons doesn’t mean he actually likes you… Right?
Your mind is beginning to spiral and you almost miss your stop, stumbling in your haste to get off the bus. The cold air outside clears your head a bit and you take a few deep breaths.
No need to panic. Feelings come and feelings go. This isn’t the end of the world. You can just… pine from afar. And then you’ll end the tutoring lessons and won’t ever have to think about him again.
Yes.
That’s a good plan.
… Right?
… It’s not a good plan.
The second Youngbin messages you again, you already have your phone in hand and come up with something witty to text back. When he asks you to come over to his place for tonight’s lesson, you immediately agree.
With your new revelation, you’re twice as nervous when you ring the bell to his house. Your heart skips a beat when you hear the door buzzing, and you quickly enter, taking the stairs instead of the elevator to give yourself a bit more time to prepare. Jamong runs towards you as soon as you step into the hallway, the door to Youngbin’s apartment thrown open. You kneel down to greet the little ball of fluff, scratching his ears and murmuring soft compliments while smiling down at him.
“Can I have some of those scratches as well?”, an amused voice from the doorway suddenly asks, and you look up. Youngbin’s almost towering over you, looking down at you with a small smile playing on his lips. You release a shaky breath at your positions, but before your mind can begin to wander, he holds out his hand for you to take and quickly pulls you up and into the apartment, Jamong following you both inside.
“I thought we could order takeout and watch a movie, what do you think?”, Youngbin asks, already halfway into the living room. You kick off your shoes and hang your jacket on the rack, following him quietly. “Sounds good to me.”, you simply answer and sit down on the couch, Jangmon shuffling through your legs and nudging you with his nose to get some more cuddles. You oblige, the little fluff being too cute not to.
“Perfect. You can think of a movie while I order us Chinese. You’ll take the same as always, I guess?”
You smile at him and nod, feeling all mushy and warm inside because he remembers your preferred food like it’s no big deal - but to you, it is.
Half an hour later, an Avengers movie plays on tv, Jamong has disappeared into the kitchen for his own dinner and you sit beside Youngbin, your entire body tense. You see how he glances at you from time to time, a small frown on his face, like he tries to figure out what’s wrong with you.
“Are you okay?”, he finally asks and you jump at the sudden noise. He chuckles at your reaction and places one warm hand on your arm, rubbing it gently to calm you. “Relax.”, he murmurs. You smile shakily at him and nod. “I’m fine. Just…”, your mind is reeling, “A long day. I’m a bit tired and tensed up.” He nods in understanding. “You have a lot to do at the moment. I could massage your shoulders to help you relax...?”
“What?!”, you almost squeak, head whipping around to face him. He raises one eyebrow. “A… massage? To help you relax?”, he repeats, lips twitching. He tilts his head to one side, dark eyes observing you. “I heard I’m quite good at giving massages.”
Your heart skips a beat at that.
… Why did he tell you that?!
“I- I …. No thanks, I’m good?”, you finally answer, voice wobbly.
You quickly turn to face the tv again, missing the smirk blooming on Youngbin’s face.
About 15 minutes later, your food arrives and you’re glad for the distraction. When you open the obligatory fortune cookies, you almost groan out loud: The love of your life is right in front of your eyes.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you mumble under your breath and Youngbin peaks up. “Hm?”, he makes, leaning over your shoulder to read your quote. You quickly close your fingers over it, shrugging. “It’s nothing. Let’s continue to watch the movie, okay?” He observes you for a few seconds, before beginning to smile again. “Sure.”
Back on the sofa, he gently places a fluffy throw over you both, shifting closer to you so both your bodies fit comfortably under it. You place both hands in your lap, just so they don’t begin to wander in search of others, but then you think better of it and simply sit on top of them.
Better be safe than sorry.
When Youngbin notices your shifting, he chuckles. “What’s going on? Why are you sitting on your hands like that?”, he asks quietly, leaning closer towards you and observing you with dark eyes. You blink like a deer caught in headlights, mind empty while you stare into his brown orbs. “M-my hands are cold?”, you answer in a small voice and he releases a soft “Ah”.
Then, he holds out both hands, a silent invitation. You curse yourself for your flimsy excuse, grumpily placing your hands in his. His fingers immediately close around yours, so much bigger and longer than your own. Your hands look almost ridiculously small in his. He gently begins to rub your hands in between his, blowing gently on them. “They’re not even that cold.”, he finally says, “So maybe you‘re just feeling cold in general? Not that you’re coming down with something.” His worry touches you and you quickly shake your head. “I- I… guess I already warmed them up a bit while sitting on them.”, you reply and return his relieved smile. “That makes sense. Still, I’m always happy to share my body heat with you.”
And with that, he throws one arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and snuggling you into his side. You can barely suppress your surprised squeak, whole body tensing against his. His fingers draw gentle patterns on your shoulder and soon, you can’t help but relax against him, your heart beating unnaturally fast inside your chest. When you finally dare to place your head on his shoulder, you feel his lips ghost over your temple. He suddenly shifts a bit and you look up at him. His eyes are earnest while he gazes at you.
Time seems to stretch while you lock eyes, but then your gaze drops to his lips. He releases a shaky breath when he sees this and then, suddenly, his mouth is on yours. He pulls you even closer to his body, one hand gently cupping your cheek. His head lowers towards yours, lips gently brushing against yours, tongue silently demanding entrance and slipping inside when you open them, caressing your tongue with his. You quietly moan at the sensation, both hands fisting into his shirt and clawing at the soft cotton to pull him even closer. He gently bites down on your lower lip, breaking the kiss to press his lips on your jaw, slowly making his way down, teeth grazing the soft skin on your neck without breaking it. He sucks, hard, making you mewl at the sensation.
Your whole body is hot and tight and alive, hands trembling slightly and heart pounding twice as fast. He reaches your collarbone, pulling at your shirt to bare your soft skin to him, leaving open mouthed kisses on it. Your hands fist into his hair and you pull at the soft strands, softly and without much force, but it makes him grunt and lean backwards. His pupils are dilated, lips slightly swollen and hair already a mess. He fixes his gaze on you, lips curling into a small smirk when he sees your lust-filled expression. “You tell me if you want to stop.”, he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against your lips and looking at you for consent.
You nod and a rushed “Please don’t stop.” leaves your lips. He groans at that, pressing his forehead to yours and releasing a shaky breath. “Thank God.”, he murmurs before diving back into kissing you. He shifts you, pulling on your legs so you lie on your back, with him now towering over you, his hands slipping under your shirt and softly caressing your sides, slowly making their way up. He ghosts his hand over your clothed nipples, drawing a moan from your lips. He smiles into the kiss, pulling your lower lip into his mouth to suck on it. Then, he releases it again and looks down at you, gaze hazy with lust. He grinds his hips into yours and you feel his bulge pressing into your core, a shaky groan passing your lips.
“Y-Youngbin.”, you plead and he raises one eyebrow. “Yes, darling?”, he answers, the grinding of his hips not stopping. “Please touch me.”, you whine, shifting your hips to meet his halfway and he groans at the movement. “Mhm, I can’t resist if you ask so nicely.”, he replies, quickly pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it on the floor. He quickly unclasps your bra as well and when you’re bared in front of him, he groans at the sight. “God you’re so fucking beautiful, darling. Such soft, pretty skin. I’m going to make you all mine tonight.”, he whispers against your skin, leaving gentle bites on your neck and collarbones, before taking one nipple into his mouth, beginning to suck harshly on it.
Your back bends upwards and you grind your hips against his bulge. He gently kneads your breasts, before making his way further down, kissing your stomach and hip bone, finally halting at the waistband of your jeans. He looks up at you, toying with your belt. “You’re okay with this?”, he asks gently and you nod heavily, making him grin. “Good.” With that, he hooks both your legs around his hips and stands up. You yelp, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him like your life depends on it. He chuckles, hot breath tickling your neck and presses his lips just under your ear. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”, he explains, hands kneading your ass while he walks you towards the door, which he closes behind him.
Soft city lights illuminate the otherwise dark room, painting everything in soft greys. Your eyes quickly get used to the darkness and when Youngbin lays you gently on top of his sheets, you see the way his eyes take on an almost predatory expression. You instantly clench around nothing, more wetness pooling between your legs while your stomach jolts. Slowly, he begins to pull down your jeans, helping you wiggle free of them. He makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat when he sees the white lace barely covering you, already sticking to your wet core. He stands up again, still completely dressed, and looks down at you, lower lip pulled back between his teeth.
He seems to mull something over, before finally coming to a conclusion. He walks around the bed and opens the second drawer of his nightstand, pulling out two silk ropes. When he sees your questioning expression, he grins almost wolfishly. Then, he reaches for one of your wrists, gently wrapping the soft rope around it, before pulling your arm up and wrapping the other end around his bedpost. Your breathing is already getting erratic and you can’t help but rub your thighs together, hoping to get at least some friction to stop the almost painful need between your legs. When Youngbin sees you shifting, he swats your thigh, the stinging pain making you whimper.
“Don’t.”, he says - softly, but the warning is there. Immediately, your whole body tenses and you stop your movements. Then, he takes your other hand, tying it to the bedpost as well. Your whole body is tight with anticipation and your eyes follow his every move. He takes his time, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and over his forearms, long fingers working deliberately. You gulp at the sight, eyes wandering towards the front of his jeans, his hard cock forming a deliciously big bulge for you to ogle at. You moan at the sight, shifting on top of the sheets, getting impatient. Youngbin’s dark eyes dart towards you, lips curling. “Patience, darling. It won’t be long now.” He opens the drawer again, clearly looking for something - then, he seems to find it. When you see the pink vibrator and the blindfold in his hands, you almost pass out. He smirks when he sees your surprised yet expectant expression. Gently, he fastens the blindfold around your head, pulling it over your eyes and you release another shaky breath at the sudden darkness. You feel the mattress dip when he finally joins you back on it again, beginning to leave slow kisses on your lower legs, working his way up, leaving gentle love bites on the insides of your thighs.
Your breath comes out in unsteady fits now and you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on before - and Youngbin hasn’t even really touched you yet.
Just then, he ghosts his lips over your clothed core, drawing a whine from your lips. “Please, Youngbin, please.”, you says in a hushed voice, not caring that you’re literally begging now. You just need him, need some friction or else you’re sure you’ll just combust. He chuckles at your distress and pulls the lace to one side, revealing your slick core to him. He moans at the sight. “I can’t wait to taste you.”, he murmurs, “I can’t wait to finally split you open on my cock.” He grins when you groan at his words, one long finger slipping between your slick folds, teasingly circling your entrance without slipping inside just yet. “I have thought about this moment so many times.”, he murmurs, pressing another kiss on the inside of your thigh, “Thought about having you on the counter top where I always take my coffee. Just bending you over and taking you from behind. Thought about pressing you against the wall when you take a shower.”, you hear the smirk in his voice, “Thought about touching you under the table in our coffee shop.” You whine at his words, hips bucking without being able to stop them. “Tsktsktsk, darling. You know I’m the one in charge here.”, Youngbin’s voice is stern all of the sudden and he swats your thigh again, quickly soothing the reddened skin with one of his large hands, “Just a bit more patience. We’re almost there, I promise.”
With that, he pulls down your panties and you’re finally completely bare underneath him. You hear the slight buzz of the vibrator when he turns it on and not long after, he presses it against your core, teasing your entrance until he draws impatient whines from your lips. Finally, he pushes it inside, you‘re already so slick with want that it easily glides inside. You moan when the vibrations begin to hit you, and can’t help but clench around the toy, making your whole body tremble with lust. All of the sudden, Youngbin’s lips close around your clit and suck, harsh, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp out his name, tugging on the ropes around your hands, but they hold firmly.
Youngbin hooks your legs over his shoulders, and dives back into eating you out. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the familiar pressure start building in your body, skin tightening, mind blurring with lust and then, you snap, shattering around the vibrator and on Youngbin’s lips. A small scream tears from your lips and your legs begin to tremble, but Youngbin is insatiable now, lapping up your release and continuing to suck on your clit, the vibrator suddenly buzzing even faster and harder. You squirm under his caresses, everything feeling too much and not enough at the same time, whines and prayers spilling from your lips until your second high is approaching at racial speed.
You tug on the ropes again and this time, they actually give you some kind of support when you shatter for the second time, a hoarse curse tearing from your lips, every thought being ripped away from you. You feel blissed out, whole body trembling, legs and arms prickling softly. Slowly, Youngbin withdraws the vibrator from you, pressing a last soft kiss on your clit, before sitting back on his knees, sliding your legs from his shoulders in the process. He crawls over you, and gently tugs the blindfold away from your eyes.
His smile is soft when looks at you, one eyebrow quirked in a silent question. “That was....”, you trail off, head still spinning from pure bliss, and lean towards him to press your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue when it slips into your mouth. When he breaks the kiss again and presses his forehead against yours, you’re still breathing hard, heart pounding inside your chest. “We don’t have to go all the way tonight.”, Youngbin murmurs against your lips and you shake your head. “Oh no, I think we have to. I can’t wait for another night.”, you whine, grinding your hips and making him groan when your slick core presses against his bulge.
“Your wish is my command, darling.”, he says, lips curling into a smile and then, he slips off the bed to undress. Your heartbeat quickens immediately, tongue darting out of your mouth to wet your lips at the sight. He notices your gaze and quirks one eyebrow, pulling his jumper over his head and throwing it into a corner of the room. You bite your lip when you take in his well defined chest, the broad shoulders and muscular arms. Then, he steps out of his pants and reveals his more than pressing bulge, making you groan and tug on the ropes around your wrists again. He grins at your desperation, hovering over you again and pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck, until he whispers into your ear: “Would you like me to release you from those ropes, darling?”
You nod hastily. “Please. I want… I want to taste you too.”, you say, voice and eyes pleading. He groans at this, quickly unwrapping the ropes and soothing the slightly red skin on your wrists by pressing his lips to the marks. “You did so well, my darling. God you’re so pretty when you come, do you know that? A masterpiece and only for me to look at.”, he murmurs against your skin and you whimper at his pleased tone.
“If you want to please me now, you better get on your knees.” His demeanor is completely changed again and you straighten at his tone, immediately crawling from the bed and getting on your knees, looking at him through your lashes, body tight with anticipation. He groans when he sees you gazing at him and slowly, he presses his index finger against your lips. “Open. Relax your jaw.”, he murmurs, tugging his boxer briefs down and freeing his length. You gulp when you see it for the first time, marveling at the beauty and girth of it.
It is perfect and all yours.
You obediently open your mouth and Youngbin pushes inside, moaning when you close your lips around him and suck, tongue running over the length of him. “God, you’re such a good girl for me, Y/N. You’re taking my cock so well.”, he whispers, slowly thrusting his hips forward. You let him take over, slacking your jaw, hands gripping his thighs to steady yourself against his thrusts. He pushes both hands into your hair, gently pulling on it and making you whine around him. You clench around nothing, almost dripping with want and need for him. His cock hits the back of your throat and tears begin to gather in your eyes, but you continue to look at Youngbin, at his hazy, lust-filled eyes, the way his teeth dig into his lower lip and how he gazes down at you, full of adoration and awe. “God, darling, you’re so pretty like this. Letting me use you like this, your mouth was fucking made to suck me off, hm?” His voice is hoarse and his breathing stutters until he suddenly withdraws his cock from your mouth, letting you breathe freely again.
“I can’t wait anymore.”, he says, pulling you up and against his chest, kissing you long and in an almost desperate manner. “God, you’re perfect.”, he murmurs against your lips and walks you back towards the bed, laying you gently on top. You feel your mouth get dry, when you see him roll a condom over his length, positioning himself in front of your entrance. He looks at you, head slightly tilted, and opens his mouth to ask for permission, when you grind your hips and force the tip of his cock inside you. He groans and slowly pushes inside, one hand wrapping around your thigh to open you even further, his other hand gripping your own, interlacing his fingers with yours. You wrap one leg around his hip and use it to push him even deeper inside of you. You both moan when he bottoms out, his body pressing into you at all the right places, feeling like he’s everywhere at once.
“You’re okay?”, he murmurs when he feels you clench around him and you nod. “Y-yes, you can move now.”, you answer a bit breathlessly and he smiles, pulling out of you, only leaving the tip of his cock inside until he slams his hips back into yours. You close your eyes and quickly lose yourself to the steady, almost punishing rhythm he sets inside of you, hips pushing against yours in an almost bruising manner. He lets go of your thigh, long fingers gripping around your throat, using just enough pressure to make you a bit dizzy. You moan, voice hoarse and begin to clench around him. His left hand lets go of yours, slipping between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb.
Your third high quickly barrels towards you and you finally shatter again, clenching around him and moaning his name, over and over again. He grunts, your hole clenching around his length making him quickly tumble over the edge as well. With a few last thrusts, he finally comes to a halt, breathing heavily and nuzzling his face against your neck.
You bury both hands in his slightly damp hair, ruffling it a bit and making him laugh. He draws back to look at you and begins to smile, before leaning down again, kissing you slowly and deliberately. “How about a bath and some hot chocolate afterwards?”, he murmurs against your lips when he breaks the kiss and you smile, nodding happily. “That sounds amazing. Y- you were amazing...”, you whisper, a blush creeping on your cheeks.
He grins, maybe a bit proud, and gently cups your cheek. “As were you. You definitely don’t need any private lessons in the bedroom.”, he teases and you giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. “But I think we found a new reward system for your rapidly improving Korean skills now.”, he adds and you blink at him, surprise written all over your face.
He laughs and flashes you a wolfish smile, kissing you one last time before pulling out of you and quickly discarding of the condom. Then, he extends one hand towards you.
Sf9 Youngbinnie-#2 (he's the one to say it!) Much love 💞👻
[2:51pm] “Why are you so Jealous? Their just my fans.” Your boyfriend, Youngbin, said with a sweet smile. You sigh and look up at the ceiling.
“I know that, it’s just hard to see you with other people.” You say, a pout forming on your lips. “You’re always so busy, which I understand, but I want you to be all mine.”
“You’re cute.” Youngbin said with a grin and stars in his eyes. “I am all yours, always.” He took your hand and tugged you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “I love my fans and I want them to respect you and I want you to respect them. I know I’m busy and I spend as much time as I can with them, but I am always yours. No matter what happens I’ll be here for you. Until the day you send me away.”
“Don’t be stupid.” You mumble into his chest. “That day will never come.”
Send me an idol and a number and I’ll write you a little something!
➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff
➵ warnings: mentions of death and illness, slight mentions of alcohol
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A loud scream followed by even louder laughter drifted upstairs - and woke you up. You looked around, a bit confused, and wiped the sleep from your eyes, yawning. Ruffling your hair, you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, quickly washing your face, brushing your teeth and combing through your unruly hair. After pulling on your leggings and cozy socks, but still clad in Youngbin’s big shirt, you made your way downstairs where most of the boys were already assembled, talking animatedly with each other while enjoying their breakfast. You silently took in the slightly chaotic scene in front of you, until Dawon spotted you standing in the doorway.
"You're awake!", he smiled from ear to ear and jumped up to greet you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and ruffling your hair. "Morning!", Taeyang waved at you and smiled as well while Jaeyoon got up from his chair and hugged you. Youngbin sat at one end of the table, a newspaper in one hand and a mug of steaming hot coffee in the other - his hair was still sticking out in every direction, mussed from sleep, but his eyes were bright when he looked at you, the corners of his mouth curling into a small, private smile. You returned it before being pushed onto a chair between Zuho who was scrolling through his Instagram feed, and Chani who just lifted an eyebrow in a silent greeting, probably not completely awake yet.
"Morning.", you finally said, voice still a bit raspy.
"Coffee? Eggs? Toast? Pancakes?", Rowoon asked you when he entered the living room, placing a ridiculously full plate in front of you. You gazed at all the food, gaping.
"Eh... thanks?", you finally answered, sounding a bit in awe. "If it's too much for you, I’ll gladly help you out.", Hwiyoung proposed, quickly stealing a slice of bacon from you plate. "Hey, that's Y/N’s food! You had more than enough already.", Rowoon scolded him, gently whacking him over the head with a kitchen spoon which caused the younger man to whine. You laughed and shook your head. "It’s alright, Rowoon. I don't mind."
"Don't say that.", the handsome man answered, "These boys are like a pack of wolves."
Everyone laughed at that, and you felt a bit left out, not quite getting the joke.
"Eat.", Zuho just grinned, pushing a mug of hot coffee towards you which you gratefully accepted, moaning contently after taking a sip. Youngbin almost choked on his own coffee, leading him to have a coughing fit, when he heard that sound.
"You're alright?", Hwiyoung asked and snorted, gently pounding on Youngbin’s back. "Yeah, perfect, thanks.", the latter one grumbled, slightly red in the face, before hiding behind his newspaper again.
You weren’t the most talkative person in the morning, so you only answered a few questions and silently observed the others. Dawon and Jaeyoon were teasing Taeyang about a girl he (apparently) liked while Roowon was busy running from the kitchen to the living room and back again, preparing even more food - the boys seemed to wolf everything down without hesitation. Zuho was apparently on a mission to like every single cat video on Instagram while Chani looked like he had fallen asleep again, chin propped up on one hand.
You didn’t eat much as you rarely ate breakfast, often running too late to do so and relying on caffeine and an early lunch. After finishing some of the eggs and bacon and drowning your second cup of coffee, you got up from your chair and smiled at everyone. Most fell silent, as if sensing you wanted to say something. Dawon looked at you with big eyes, nibbling on some bacon. “Thank you for letting me stay the night.”, you said, sending Jaeyoon a sharp look when he wanted to interrupted you, which quickly made him close his mouth again, “I had a great time with you guys - but I should really go now. I don’t want to overstay my welcome!”
Taeyang immediately began to pout. “But I thought we could maybe watch another movie, because some of us couldn’t join you yesterday.”, he said, voice hopeful. You smiled at him. “Another time, okay? I have to get groceries and clean my flat today.”
“Well, you could come over tonight? Some of our mat- uh, girlfriends are going to be here too, then you could meet them.”, Jaeyoon proposed, a hopeful smile on his face. You just shook your head. “I’d love that, but I can’t tonight. But we’ll definitely do it another time, I promise.”, you replied and, out of the corner of your eye, saw Youngbin’s face light up with a soft smile.
Before anyone could ask about your evening plans, you quickly took your plate and mug and hurried into the kitchen, almost crashing into Rowoon, who was about to carry a pan of even more scrambled eggs and bacon into the dining room. “Ooops.”, he made and quickly dodged you, carefully balancing the frying pan so no egg would be lost. “Oh God, oh no! I’m so sorry, are you okay?”, you said, voice panicked and he just laughed. “Relax, nothing happened. Thank you for cleaning up after you - maybe you could teach some of the others.”, the tall man grumbled and threw his roommates a dark look. You just giggled at his cute expression and put your plate and mug in the sink. Afterwards, you quickly went upstairs to change back into your clothes, trying to leave your room as tidy as possible.
You almost ran into Youngbin who was just coming up the stairs. He smiled at your surprised expression, leaning against the wall of the staircase and looking at you with soft eyes. “Leaving?”, he asked in a hushed voice, and you nodded, heart skipping a beat when you locked eyes with him. He smiled, walking up the last few stairs and now almost towering over you. “So, I’ll pick you up at 7pm tonight?”, he asked, and you nodded again, apparently unable to speak due to his close proximity, his musky, warm scent enveloping you. You finally cleared your throat. “I- I’ll text you my address, okay?”, you suggested, and he grinned, giving you the thumbs up. “Sounds perfect. I’ll see you later, then.” And with that, he let you pass.
You got some groceries on your way home and cleaned your flat, unpacking the very last of your boxes, time passing way too quickly for your liking. After taking a shower, you were faced with the challenge of having to choose an outfit for tonight. You were guessing that Youngbin was going to take you out to a nice restaurant - but nothing too fancy as that wouldn’t really suit him. Maybe you would also take a walk after dinner, so you shouldn’t pick anything too thin to wear…
After considering your options for a few minutes, you finally settled on a skirt paired with a nice shirt and some thick tights.
You were just finishing putting on some lipstick when you heard your doorbell ring. Your heart skipped a beat and you actually squealed, giggling at your own reaction and shaking your head in slight embarrassment. After grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes and coat, you took a few, deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. Then, you opened your door.
Youngbin was waiting for you in front of your house, both hands buried in the pockets of his long grey coat, dark hair styled away from his forehead. He turned around to face you when the front door fell shut behind you, beaming at you. You exhaled shakily and walked towards him. When he wrapped both arms around you to hug you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, answering his soft “Hi” with an even softer one. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his black jeep, opening the door for you and helping you inside. When he slipped into the driver’s seat, he gave you another gentle smile. “How was your day?”, he inquired, starting the motor and navigating out of your street. You shrugged, huddling deeper into your coat. “It was fine. I cleaned my flat and unpacked the last boxes, but that was about it. How was yours?”
You chatted away until you reached the restaurant Youngbin had picked for tonight - a small Italian ristorante which was decorated with fascinating antiques and even featured a masonry oven. Your table was located in the back of the restaurant, hiding you away from the eyes of the other guests. You smiled when you took in the red-white-checkered tablecloth and the candle holder which was actually an old wine bottle. Youngbin looked nervous, gaze sliding from you to the small table and back again. “D-do you like it?”, he finally asked while helping you out of your coat, and you nodded immediately. “I love it! It’s so cute.”, you answered, and he smiled, relieved. He bit his lower lip when he saw your outfit, eyes darkening. “You look beautiful.”, he mumbled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and making your heart flutter. You blushed, but couldn’t help but smile at his compliment. “So do you.”, you replied, sliding onto one of the two chairs.
He truly did look very handsome, clad in a simple white button-down and black skinny jeans. Youngbin chuckled and took the opposite seat, propping his chin up on his hand and observing you with dark eyes.
He could get lost in your eyes. And he wanted nothing more than hold your hand and finally kiss you. The wolf inside him was purring, happy to be so close to you - and finally alone.
“Youngbin?”, you asked, voice amused, and he blinked in confusion. He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t even heard your question. You giggled - the most endearing sound in his ears - and repeated: “Do you want to share a bottle of wine?”, tilting your head to one side. He smiled and nodded, the tips of his ears flushing scarlet in slight embarrassment. “That sounds good, yes.”
You pressed your lips into a tight line to stop yourself from smiling, feeling giddy and just… happy.
Being with Youngbin just felt so natural and… comfortable. It truly felt like you’d been destined to meet each other.
You clinked glasses when the wine arrived, Youngbin’s dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak.
After selecting your food - pasta for you, pizza for Youngbin - you began to talk.
And talk.
And talk...
You talked about everything and anything - you told him about your childhood, your family and friends, how you decided on your major and research projects, about your dreams for the future. He in return told you about how he managed to launch his business at such a young age and how much time and energy it had cost him to establish his shop as one of the best ones in the country. He also told you about the love he had for his roommates - more his family, really - and that he had traveled around the world before returning to his hometown in his early twenties. His smile got sad when he talked about his travels - so sad, actually, that you just needed to ask him about what had happened.
“I- I don’t really want to talk about it on our first date as… as it’s actually about an ex-girlfriend.”, Youngbin explained, but you shrugged. “I honestly don’t mind. I think it’s healthy to talk about exes - and that it should be normalized!”, you answered and he gave you a surprised, yet pleased smile. “Okay, if you really want to know… Well, my then girlfriend, Mina - she is- she was… Inseong’s cousin, actually.”, he took in a shaky breath, and you pressed your lips into a tight line, pity washing over you.
Maybe you shouldn’t have asked - you could see how much talking about her still hurt him.
“You don’t have to-”, you began to say, reaching across the table to grab his hand, but Youngbin just shook his head, gently taking your hand. “No, I want to tell you. We were... happy. We loved traveling and each other. But she… she died. She got very ill, very sudden. It… it all happened so quickly.” His expression was sorrowful, and you gently squeezed his hand. The shadows in his eyes seemed to lighten a bit and he gave you a small smile. “Inseong… he kind of blamed me for her death. He said she’d never gotten sick if she hadn’t been traveling with me. That we weren’t careful enough, that… That we shouldn’t have visited a country that had such insufficient healthcare.”
You gnawed on your lower lip, gently shaking your head. “That’s not fair. It was not your fault - after all, it was Mina’s choice to travel with you. You are not to blame, Youngbin. Inseong was probably just so hurt that he had to… lash out at someone. It’s a normal reaction when someone’s grieving”, you said and the man opposite you nodded. “I know it’s not my fault. And Inseong and I have talked about it a lot… Our relationship is slowly getting better again. But… a lot happened. And we won’t be able to forget about this, nor do I think we should.”, he answered softly, absentmindedly lifting your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You inhaled sharply, blushing at the simple, sweet gesture. “Thank you for telling me.”, you finally said, and he tilted his hand to one side, smiling softly. “Thank you for listening.”
The food was amazing and you even shared some dessert after finishing the main course. You didn’t even notice the restaurant getting emptier and emptier until you were the only people left - only then did you pay and leave as well.
When the door of the restaurant fell shut behind you, Youngbin smiled down at you, dark eyes soft. “How about a little walk? There’s a park nearby.”, he suggested, and you nodded enthusiastically. You didn’t want this night to end - and a bit of fresh air sounded amazing, even though it was still very cold.
The park was pretty much vacant, only one lone dog-walker could be seen beside you and Youngbin. For a few minutes, you just walked in silence beside each other, simply enjoying the other’s company and the cold winter air. You didn’t understand how you were already feeling so… comfortable around Youngbin. Usually, it took you some time to warm up to someone, especially in a romantic way. But you and Youngbin had just instantly clicked - and you even loved all his roommates a lot already. It was like you found a second family and it almost... scared you.
You shouldn’t feel that intensely already, should you?
Yet here you were.
Youngbin observed you out of the corner of his eye. You had a rather serious expression on your face, gnawing on your lower lip - something seemed to be bothering you. He finally halted in his tracks, grabbing your hand and gently turning you around to face him. You looked up at him, surprise written all over your face. He couldn’t help but smile at your cute reaction. “Are you okay?”, he asked, voice worried and soft. You just nodded, suddenly beginning to shiver in the cold night air, and he immediately wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you close. Gently cradling your cheek, he tilted your head up, gazing into your eyes.
“I really want to kiss you.”, he admitted in a hushed voice, and you broke into a beautiful smile. “Well, what’s keeping you from it, then?”, you replied in a teasing voice, making him smile as well. Then - finally - he lowered his head towards yours, fitting his lips against yours. You instantly sighed, sagging against him and wrapping both arms around his neck while he pulled you even closer against his body. He gently bit down on your lower lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth when you gasped at the slight pain. Your hands tangled in his hair, slightly tugging at it, and he almost growled. When you broke apart again, you were both breathing heavily. Youngbin smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat.
He was so beautiful, it almost hurt.
He gently nuzzled your nose, and you giggled. “This is definitely the best first date ever.”, Youngbin murmured against your lips before kissing you again.
You just smiled, getting lost in the feeling of his lips moving against yours.
Yes, it was indeed the best first date ever - and, if you weren’t mistaken, it was only the first of many many more. This was just the beginning.
➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff
➵ warnings: slight cursing
➵ word count: 3.4k
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The day was passing way too quickly for your liking, and when you finally left your department building that evening - already too late for the movie night -, you hadn't even managed to finish your last edit on the research paper Inseong wanted to publish soon.
You hurriedly left the campus, almost running towards your car. When you started the motor, your phone began to vibrate - Dawon’s caller ID showing up on screen. You quickly answered: "Hey Dawon."
"Where are you? Are you lost again?!", he asked without greeting you back, and you huffed. "I'm not! I only just got out of work, so I'm running a teeny tiny bit late - I'm sorry!", you apologized, but the man on the other end of the phone just laughed. "Well, you’ll just have to stay longer tonight, then - to make up for the lost time."
You rolled your eyes, but had to grin nevertheless. "I will, I promise. I'll just go by my apartment real quick to change into comfy clothes and then I'll drive over, okay?"
"Perfect! Please don't get lost again."
At that, you simply hung up on him and carefully navigated out of your parking spot, speeding away.
Half an hour later, you were already driving towards the farmhouse. You had managed to find it without any problems this time, and parked directly in front of it. You quickly got out of the car, grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat and followed the path towards the porch and front door. At home, you had quickly changed into comfortable clothing, so now you were wearing a pair of black leggings and an oversized knitted jumper, some fluffy socks in your bag to put on later. You had also bought some snacks for the movie night - salted tortilla chips and double chocolate chip cookies.
When you rang the doorbell, you were greeted by Zuho who immediately opened the door, surprising you. "Were you... waiting for me?", you asked, a bit baffled, before entering, letting him pull you into his arms for a short hug. The handsome man grinned. "Yes, Dawon didn't want us to waste any second."
You just laughed at that, kicking off your shoes and jacket and following the tall man into the living room. Dawon had transformed it into an even cozier place for tonight: fluffy throws, a somewhat ridiculous amount of pillows as well as some mattresses where all placed in front of the giant tv screen mounted to the wall. "YOU'RE HERE!", Dawon immediately yelled upon spotting you, jumping up from one of the mattresses and running over to you, hugging you enthusiastically. You laughed, returning his hug. "Hello, Dawon. Sorry I'm late - I brought snacks though.", you said playfully, shoving said snacks into his arms. "Ohhh, you're forgiven - double chocolate chip cookies, my favorites!" His eyes shone while he walked back towards the couch where Jaeyoon laid sprawled upon. He only lazily waved at you from his comfy looking place upon the many pillows, and you smiled at him. Just then, Rowoon entered the living room, hugging you as well and smiling cutely, showing off his dimples. "Found the way this time?", he asked playfully, and you rolled your eyes. "Great, I'll never hear the end of this...", you murmured, only half-serious, making the others laugh.
"Nope, never!", Dawon shouted, already munching on a cookie. You fell down beside him, quickly putting on your fluffy socks - white with little pink hearts on them. Dawon eyed them with raised eyebrows. "Jealous?", you asked teasingly and he nodded.
"Immensely."
You giggled and grabbed for the cookie he had just taken from the box. "Hey!", he protested, and you grinned widely.
"Sharing is caring." With that, you shoved the whole cookie into your mouth, beaming. Dawon immediately began to tickle your sides, which caused you to laugh and then choke on the cookie. After your coughing fit didn't stop for some seconds, Dawon looked slightly alarmed, beginning to gently smack your back in the hope of freeing your windpipe again. Thanks to that, you were finally able to breathe again, but tears had filled your eyes from almost suffocating. You just looked accusingly at Dawon, still unable to talk.
"I'M SORRY!", he immediately shouted, somewhat panicked.
"Great, we have her over for only the second time ever and you almost manage to kill her off. Good job, Dawon.", Zuho commented, gazing at the older man in an amused manner and gently flicking a finger against his head. "Hey! That hurt.", the other man complained, rubbing the sore spot on his forehead and stealing another glance at you - who was still slightly red in the face, but had finally calmed down a bit.
"Sorry.", he mumbled again, and you smiled at him. "It's okay. But I sure as hell won't be stealing another cookie from you in the near future." He laughed at that. "Good."
Thanks to his wolf's hearing, Youngbin had known you’d arrived the second you had parked your car in front of the house. He had also heard you greet his pack members as well as your bickering with Dawon and your coughing fit. He wanted to go downstairs and greet you as well, but he was nervous - what if the others noticed you were his mate?
Jaeyoon and Dawon weren't known as the... subtile kind of people, so if they found out about this, they'd probably start giving hints or making inappropriate jokes and innuendos. Zuho and Rowoon wouldn't to anything like that - both were way too thoughtful for that. But Zuho was also very perceptive, so if one of the others would find out... it would definitely be him.
Youngbin sighed deeply, lost in thought, and looked at himself in the mirror mounted to the wall beside his door. He was wearing black joggers and a tight long-arm shirt - comfy clothes for a relaxed evening in front of the tv. Still, he couldn't bring himself to leave his room and go downstairs to join you just yet - even though his wolf was purring inside him, demanding to see his mate who was SO close to him.
"YOUNGBIN!"
He sighed even deeper this time.
"KIM YOUNGBIN!" That was Dawon, of course. "WE WILL START WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!"
"Do it without me then.", he murmured and ruffled his hair, slightly exasperated.
"Y/N MISSES YOU ALREADY!"
At that, he stopped mid-gesture, heart beating way too fast inside his chest.
"DAWON!" That had been your voice, sounding rather squeaky and shocked. Youngbin couldn't help but smile, chuckling to himself at your obvious embarrassment.
Meanwhile, you - still sitting downstairs in the living room beside Dawon - were mortified.
"What? You just asked for him!", the cheeky man just said, looking smug, and continued to munch on another cookie.
"I- yes, b-but...", you began to stammer, but Dawon immediately interrupted your rambling: "No but! Apparently, you seem to miss him - why would you ask for him otherwise?”
"I- just... I mean, he said he would join our movie night! I just wanted to know where he is... because he's not here... and I thought that maybe he went out or something like that...", you murmured, feeling your cheeks grow hot.
"I'm not out, don't worry. Tadaa, here am I.", that was Youngbin’s voice, sounded rather amused. You looked up, feeling his burning gaze on you when you saw him standing in the doorway of the living room. Your cheeks were definitely red by now, you were sure of it. "Well, obviously.", you answered, trying not to sound or seem too affected by him: did his shirt HAVE to be that tight?!
He grinned at you and plopped down onto the mattress beside you, shifting around until he sat comfortably. His leg brushed against yours, and you felt your breath hitch a little, but you stared stubbornly at the tv screen in front of you, determined to ignore him.
"Sooo... Now that we’re all here - what movie do we want to watch first?", Jaeyoon finally asked, absentmindedly sorting through the dvd collection. "Black Panther!", Dawon immediately yelled, his loud shout making you jump. Youngbin beside you grinned, and you shoved him playfully. "Don't laugh at me!"
"I wouldn't even dream of it.", he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief. You stuck out your tongue at him and quickly looked back at Jaeyoon again. "Any Marvel movie sounds good to me.", you finally said diplomatically, "Except for the old Spiderman ones. Those ones are way too cringy - especially the third one."
Zuho nodded in agreement. "I'm against those ones as well. How about Lord of the Rings though?"
"I just watched all of those last weekend. But I love them, so any of those would be fine with me.", you said. "Harry Potter?", Rowoon proposed, and before you could happily exclaim your approval, Dawon interfered: "Nah, we always watch those during our movie nights. How about Star Wars?"
You continued to argue for almost fifteen minutes before finally settling on Black Panther, Dawon’s first suggestion. You quickly snatched one of the fluffy throws before the boys began to fight over the rest of the blankets, happily cocooning yourself into the duvet. Youngbin beside you was the only one not trying to get one of the comfy throws, and you looked at him, a silent question on your face. He just shrugged. "I don't want to fight with them.", he explained quietly, and you smiled at him, offering to share your blanket. At first, he looked a bit taken aback by your offer, but began to smile after a few seconds. "Thanks." With that, he quickly scooted closer, slipping under the blanket as well. Your heart began to race at his close proximity, but you tried to seem unaffected by him. Youngbin could almost feel your nervousness, which was pretty much mirroring his own state of mind.
You didn't manage to concentrate on the movie the whole time - you were way too occupied with Youngbin sitting directly beside you. You were almost cuddling, sitting so close to each other. After a while, you grabbed the edges of the throw and pulled it up and over your shoulders, now completely covered by the blanket.
"Are you cold?", Youngbin murmured quietly so only you were able to hear him. You shrugged. "Not really, but it's cozier like this.", you whispered, not looking at him. "Mhm.", he gazed at you from the corner of his eye and pulled the the blanket higher as well. After a few more minutes had passed, you felt the lightest of touches on your wrist. Your heart stopped for a second before sputtering to life again and pumping way too much blood through your whole body. Your sharp intake of breath was thankfully drowned out by the loud sounds of the movie. You finally moved your hand a bit and it easily slipped into Youngbin’s bigger one, your fingers interlacing. You couldn't suppress the small smile playing on your lips and out of the corner of your eye, your saw it mirrored on Youngbin’s face as well. You stayed like this for the rest of the movie, Youngbin’s thumb tracing light patterns on the back of your hand. Your pulse was still too fast, he could feel it thanks to your hands being pressed together - but it only mirrored his own heartbeat. It took him every ounce of strength to not simply wrap both arms around you and pull you onto his lap - he only held back due to his younger brothers being in the same room as you two.
After Black Panther ended, Dawon jumped up from his many throws and pillows, running towards the dvd collection. "And now?", he looked at the others, raising one eyebrow when he saw you and Youngbin huddled together under one blanket, looking very cozy with each other. It was only thanks to Rowoon’s warning gaze that he didn't say anything - yet.
"Deadpool?", Jaeyoon proposed, grinning widely. Dawon groaned. "Your obsession with that movie is getting out of hand, Jae!"
"Hey! That's not true - but it’s just... so good!"
The other man just grumbled something inaudible and gazed at you. "What do you want to watch?"
You raised both eyebrows, shifting a bit in your place. "Uh... Deadpool's fine with me?", you answered diplomatically, earning yourself a radiant smile from Jaeyoon. "Same goes for me.", Youngbin nodded in agreement, quickly followed by Rowoon and Zuho. "Mhm, fine.", Dawon mumbled defeated, putting the dvd into the player and quickly snuggling back under his blankets.
Rowoon, Jaeyoon and Dawon all fell asleep during the third movie. Your own eyes got heavier and heavier with very passing minute too, until your head finally dropped down on Youngbin’s shoulder. He inhaled sharply, looking down at you, not even realizing that Zuho was observing him. He smiled softly at you - his mate -, burying his nose in your soft hair and inhaling deeply. You smelled fresh and sweet and just like… home, in a way.
You mumbled something inaudible before shifting a bit and burying your face in the crook of Youngbin’s neck. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he finally wrapped his arms around you. "Mhmm.", you made, eyes still closed, but your arms wrapped around his torso as well. It was only then that Youngbin noticed Zuho observing him. "Is she your mate?", the younger man asked, his gaze steady. Youngbin froze for a few seconds before he finally nodded.
"That’s what I thought. Does anyone else know?", Zuho inquired further, a soft smile on his face.
"I don't think so. I just… didn't know how to tell you guys...", Youngbin murmured.
The other man sighed. "Well, I get it. Just... don't let too much time pass. Tell Inseong, at least - he deserves to know."
Youngbin closed his eyes for a few seconds before he nodded. "Yeah, you're right - it just... never seemed to be the right time so far."
Zuho tilted his head to one side, observing his alpha for a second. "He will understand. It's not as if he’ll be able to say anything against it."
"I know, but I still feel bad after... well, you know what happened." Youngbin looked defeated, but Zuho just shook his head. "The past is the past, Youngbin, you can’t change it anymore. You have to try and forgive yourself - so that you can have a brighter future with your mate."
"I know. I will try. I just need some more time to figure everything out. Could you-"
"I won't tell."
Youngbin smiled at his younger brother. "Thank you. We... we're going on a date tomorrow. After that, I will tell Inseong and maybe the others too."
Zuho grinned. "She's already fallen for you, so don't worry too much."
Youngbin raised his eyebrows. "And how do you know that?"
"I'm the proud owner of a perfectly working pair of eyes. Everyone who's only a little observant can see how she looks at you. And by the way - you're not even half as good an actor as you think.", Zuho said, amused, making his alpha groan.
"So, maybe you're not the only one who has noticed...?"
"Nope. Pretty sure Inseong already knows what's up too - and Rowoon, Hwiyoung as well, maybe."
"Well, great...", Youngbin murmured, immediately looking down at you when you shifted in his arms, making a small whimpering sound in the back of your throat, hands fisting into his shirt.
"Hey, Y/N.", he whispered, shaking you gently, "You're just dreaming. You’re safe."
"Nooo...", you whined again, eyes moving fast behind your closed eyelids. Youngbin shook you again, this time really trying to wake you up. "Y/N, you're having a nightmare - wake up.", he said, a bit louder this time. You finally opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings in mild panic. "W- what happened?", you murmured, still not completely awake yet.
"You had a nightmare.", Youngbin explained softly.
"Oh... I'm sorry.", you whispered, ducking your head in slight embarrassment.
"Don't apologize! What... what did you dream of? Are you okay?"
Your heart began to flutter when you realized that Youngbin’s arms were protectively wrapped around you - and that he was gazing at you with soft, understanding eyes, his face only inches away from yours. "It... it doesn't matter.", you whispered, still holding onto his shirt with both hands. "You can tell me.", he murmured, his eyes darting to your lips, before he looked into your eyes again.
You just smiled. "I know. But not tonight, okay?"
He simply nodded - and in that moment, Dawon groaned and rose from his many pillows, dark hair sticking out in different directions. You and Youngbin immediately separated, bringing some distance between your bodies. "What time is it?", Dawon asked, tiredly rubbing his eyes. "A bit after three in the morning.", Zuho answered, making you jump - you had completely forgotten about him, as he was sitting on the sofa behind you. "That late already?", you gasped, throwing the blanket from you, "I need to get home!" Dawon looked at you in a slightly incredulous manner. "Are you serious? It's way too late for you to be driving! You're staying the night.", he said, shaking his head at your protest, "And that's not debatable."
You helplessly looked at Youngbin, but he just shrugged. "I agree with Dawon. We don't want anything to happen to you - and we have more than enough rooms for you to stay in."
"I... I don't even have pj's with me! Or a toothbrush!", you said, already sounding defeated though. Youngbin grinned. "We can provide, don't worry."
"Well... alright then?", you finally agreed.
"Yay! A sleepover!", Dawon yelled, managing to wake Jaeyoon and Rowoon with the noise.
"Hey, what's going on?", Jaeyoon asked groggily, looking around in a confused manner. "Y/N’s staying the night.", Dawon declared happily, already jumping up. "I'll get you some pj's from me and show you your room."
"No, I'll do that.", Youngbin intercepted immediately, the wolf in him growling at the prospect of seeing his mate in Dawon’s clothes. "I- what?", the younger man looked taken aback, eyes big and round in his face. "Just let it go, Dawon.", Zuho said, poking the other man with his naked foot. "Hey! That's not very sanitary!", the latter one complained, throwing a pillow at Zuho.
"Oh lord, let's move - this will not end well.", Youngbin murmured, hurriedly pulling you with him out of the living room. He didn't let go of your hand even when you had already left the room - he just pulled you with him up to the second floor, pointing at one of the many doors. "That's one of the bathroom, it's mostly used by the other guy's mate- uh, girlfriends. There are fresh toothbrushes under the sink as well as towels, wash cloths and so on. And this will be your room for the night." With that, he opened another door, leading to a small yet cozy room with a single bed, an almost overflowing bookcase and an old rocking chair. "I'll bring something for you to wear to bed.", Youngbin said, smiling softly and disappearing into a room a bit further down the floor.
You stepped into your room for the night, immediately walking towards the bookshelf and looking at the many books. You knew some of the titles, but not all of them - some of them were in different languages, Latin and Greek, some even seemed to be Japanese, Korean and Chinese.
"Here you go."
You jumped when you heard Youngbin’s voice behind you, not having realized that he had entered the room again. You turned around and took the dark clothes he held out towards you. "Thank you. I... we are still on for tomorrow, right?", you asked, somewhat shyly all of the sudden. Youngbin leaned against the doorframe and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Definitely. I’ve been looking forward to this the whole week."
You immediately beamed up at him. "Me too."
"Well, then... sweet dreams. If you need anything - my room is the last one at the end of the floor, on the right side.", he murmured softly, one hand reaching for the doorknob.
You flushed at the idea of going to his room while he was sleeping, but nodded nevertheless. "Thank you - you sleep well too." He winked at you and finally closed the door behind him.
After recovering from his wink, you quickly changed into Youngbin’s clothes - a pair of dark shorts that reached past your knees as well as a big, comfy shirt. Both smelled of laundry detergent, but also a bit of him. You’d never admit to having buried your nose into the shirt - even though it definitely did happened. After quickly removing your make-up and brushing your teeth, you slipped between the unfamiliar covers of the single bed, closing your eyes.
Just seconds later, you were already fast asleep again - no nightmares haunting you this time.
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➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff
➵ warnings: slight mentions of loss and death
➵ word count: 3k
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You knocked on the slightly ajar door in front of you.
It was just a plain, white door - not a fancy oak one or something like that, which you had always imagined the door of a professor's office to look like. This one pretty much looked like any other normal office door.
"Please enter.", a deep, male voice answered and you immediately pushed open the door, following the invitation.
"Well, hello there, how can I help you?" A brown-haired, handsome man with dark eyes smiled at you, closing the book he had just looked at. "Professor Kim? I'm Y/N, your new scientific assistant.", you answered, smiling a bit shyly. Immediately, his face lit up und he circled his desk to shake your hand. "Ahh yes, of course! It's so nice to finally meet you in person - please, have a seat." His smile widened even more and he gestured towards one of the black chairs in front of his desk, taking a seat himself.
"Thank you." You smiled again and handed him your documents, which he quickly looked over.
"Great, everything seems to be in order! As today is your first day, we don't want to overwork you immediately, so I thought I'd start with giving you a tour around our beautiful campus and introduce you to some colleagues and then, I’m going to show you my most recent research papers, which you can have a look at for the rest of the day. Sounds good to you?"
You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, Professor Kim."
"Ah, please - we'll have to work closely together, so just call me Inseong. I hope I can call you Y/N?", he said, simply waving his title aside and smiling at you.
"Of course, Prof- uh, I mean, Inseong." you answered, returning his smile and following the tall man out of the office.
The campus was really beautiful, full of old brick buildings as well as some more modern looking office buildings. The library was a towering, imposing structure which reminded you more of a church than an actual university building - and you immediately fell in love with it. The whole university reminded you a bit of Hogwarts, so you felt like walking through a dream. Only a handful of students seemed to be hanging out on campus today, but that wasn’t really surprising - the new semester hadn't started yet.
"And this is the most important building out of all of them - the cafeteria.", Inseong explained, ending his tour with a grand gesture towards one of the more modern looking buildings. You laughed and he smiled, really liking the sound, bright and fresh so early in the morning - he already knew working with you would be a pleasure, you were open-minded, talkative, funny and seemed to be pretty laid-back. He couldn’t wait to hear your thoughts on his next big research project.
"Well, I think I'm going to like working here. The atmosphere is truly amazing - and the campus is beautiful, I always love when buildings have a certain... history to them.", you told Inseong just before you entered the History department again and smiled up at him, looking around and taking a last deep breath of autumn air, before pushing inside.
"Well, you can definitely say this about these buildings! Ahh, I'm truly just so glad you're finally here. I really do need a helping hand and I'm sure we'll become a great team. Are you maybe interested in having dinner with me tonight? I could show you around our little town, if you like." Inseong immediately saw you withdrawing upon hearing his proposal. "I mean as friends of course! I am definitely not interested in dating at the moment, I simply don't have the time!", he quickly explained further, sheepishly ruffling his hair and smiling down at the you.
You exhaled, relieved. "Oh, well... sure, I'd like that, then." Your attitude quickly changed back to your usual self and Inseong began gnawing on his lower lip. He meant it, he really wasn't interested in dating anyone at the moment - you were nice, intelligent and rather beautiful, but he knew a relationship with him would be a doomed one - because of his secret. He was a werewolf and therefore had a mate - somewhere out there in this world. It was possible that he would never meet her of course, but if he did... well, every other woman in the world would simply fade into the background, no matter how much she had meant to him before. He didn't want to risk breaking anyone's heart, so he always tried to keep his distance. And this would obviously also apply to his new research assistant.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly. You were able to work through a few of Inseong’s research papers without much difficulty, already pointing out some weaknesses - he had been right, you truly were the right person to help him. You were incredibly bright and quickly came to the right conclusions - Inseong knew you’d improve his little research team in just the right way.
The walk around town in the evening was very enjoyable as you had a lot to talk about. Inseong found you very easy to talk to, your witty sort of humor entertaining him greatly. He learned that you had grown up in a rather small village together with an older brother and your parents. Your childhood had been filled with good memories, up until your grandfather died - your family had been torn apart by the loss, one of your uncles and your mother hadn't talked to each other in years afterwards. You hadn’t been allowed to play with your cousins anymore - one of which had been like a brother to you, as you were the same age. Your mother had died when you were 15, as well as your maternal grandmother a few years later, to which you had been very close after losing your mother so early. You didn't really get along with your older brother, but loved your father beyond words.
Inseong also found out that you loved to read, listen to music and to travel, that you liked baking but not cooking and that your favorite animals were wolves (oh, the irony) and penguins. Inseong in turn told you about himself as well - that he had been raised by a very large family, that no, he had no "real" siblings, but was living together with a bunch of people now - a somewhat adopted family, he called them. Some were working in town, some were still students at university - none of them being a student of his, of course - and they were close like brothers, living together in a big old farmhouse outside of town, deep into the woods. He told you he also liked reading, but was more into historical fiction, something you rarely decided to read.
You noticed how much you already liked your new boss and began to really look forward to working with him and the rest of his team.
It was already completely dark and rather late, when you finally finished your dinner and left the cozy restaurant. "Well, thank you very much for this evening, Inseong - I had a lot of fun. Just one last question: do you happen to know about a car repair shop around here? I just bought a car and it seems to be in pretty good shape, but the previous owner said I should get it checked as soon as possible - just to be sure."
The tall man grinned and nodded. "I know just the guy for you - he actually lives with me! His name is Youngbin and he owns the best and biggest repair shop in town. I think I have his business card with me, just a second..." He searched through his wallet, finally finding said card and handed it to you. "Kim Youngbin, CAR REPAIR SHOP.", you read out loud, "Oh perfect, thank you! I'll call him tomorrow and ask for an appointment." But Inseong waved that aside. "I'll just tell him you'll come over after work tomorrow and he'll have a look at your car. I'm sure that won't be a problem."
"Are you sure?", you asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, I'll tell him tonight - he’s a night owl and most definitely still awake.", Inseong answered and smiled at you.
You returned it immediately. "Well, thank you! That's really nice. I'll see you tomorrow at the office, then?"
"Yes. I'll bring coffee - a latte for you?", he asked, car keys already in hand.
"I’d prefer a cappuccino, thanks. And can I interest you in a muffin or bagel?", you replied and he grinned.
"Oh, you absolutely can."
"Then that's what I'll bring.", you said with a smile - and with that, you parted ways.
When you got home, you immediately threw off your shoes and jacket, quickly tumbling into your big, comfy bed - the jet lag still hadn't fully disappeared and you were completely exhausted. Minutes later, you were already fast asleep.
Inseong on the other hand wasn't nearly as tired as you when he came home - he also wouldn't have been able to get any sleep yet. The house was full of his brothers and some of their mates, it was apparently time for their monthly movie night again.
"Inseong, there you are! We were almost beginning to miss you - don't tell me you were working until now?!", Jaeyoon immediately greeted him when he entered the living room. He was one half of the, how Inseong silently called them, ‘chaos line'.
"Well, he probably wasn't one a date, so where else could he have been?", Dawon, the other half of said line, grinned and struck out his tongue at the older man.
"Don't be mean.", his mate Ava immediately scolded, wacking him over the head and smiling apologetically at the older man, who just rolled his eyes.
"I actually was out, just so you know."
"ON A DATE?!", the tallest of the bunch, Rowoon, almost shouted, surprise written all over his handsome face. All fell silent, gaping at Inseong who had turned slightly red. "No, don't be ridiculous. I just had dinner with my new scientific assistant, that's all. She's new in town and doesn't know anyone yet, so I showed her around a bit."
"Ohhh, is she pretty?", Kate, Jaeyoon’s mate, asked, smiling brightly just as Dana, Chani’s mate, asked: "Is she nice?"
"I don't see what her looks have to do with anything, but yes - she is very pretty. But more wha’s even more important, she is nice, yes - thank you, Dana.", Inseong answered, making Kate pout. Jaeyoon grinned and slung his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.
"Who's pretty and nice?", a male voice behind Inseong suddenly asked and Youngbin entered the living room, hands still full of grease from repairing cars all day.
"Inseong’s new assistant.", Rowoon explained immediately.
"Scientific assistant, there's a difference.", the older man automatically corrected, "She's writing her doctor's thesis as well as joining my research team."
“So she's intelligent.", Zuho guessed.
"Oh, highly so. I think she'll be able to improve my papers greatly.", Inseong confirmed and Youngbin whistled. "Coming out of your mouth... she must be half a genius." He cracked a slightly crooked smile, indicating his irony.
"But she's not your mate, I guess.", Rowoon said and everyone fell silent again.
"No, she is not. But something about her... I don’t know. Her scent indicates something, but I can't put my finger on it.", Inseong explained thoughtfully, staring into nothing, before shrugging, "Maybe I'm wrong, who knows. I'll go and try to get some sleep now - you guys don't stay up too late, okay?"
Everyone nodded, before looking at the big screen in front of them again.
"Ah, by the way - Y/N needs someone to check her car, so I told her she could come by at your repair shop after work tomorrow and you'll have a look. I hope that's alright with you?", Inseong said to Youngbin and his alpha just shrugged, before nodding. "Sure. I'll be around the shop until 8pm at least, I think.", he answered.
"Perfect, Y/N will be glad to hear that. Good night then.“ With that, Inseong left their living room.
It was bitterly cold the next day.
You already froze half to death when you hurried along the sidewalk to get to your car. Your breath formed tiny white clouds in front of you and you cursed yourself for not having thought about bringing your gloves. They were still in one of the few unpacked boxes inside your new apartment - but who could have guessed that the temperature would drop so low just over night? Not you, that much was obvious. You were glad that your car started pretty quickly, even though it was a such an old one - a black VW golf cabrio from the 90s. Back home you had driven a newer model, a shiny, silver VW polo, but now you were on a tighter budget. You just hoped that the repair shop wouldn't find any real damage tonight.
When you finally arrived at work, your car was already cozily warm and you felt much better. You had quickly stopped at a little café not far from campus to obtain the promised muffins and bagels for Inseong and yourself and now you were rushing towards the office so you wouldn't be late for your second day.
Inseong was already seated behind his desk when you arrived - a bit out of breath, you should really start your workout routine again - and immediately began to smile when he saw you, his dark eyes forming little crescents. "Good morning, Y/N. Slept well?"
You grinned back, placing the food on top of the table. "I did, thank you. But I was a bit shocked when I stepped outside this morning, if I'm being honest. Such a radical temperature drop over night!"
"Well, that does happen sometimes in this state.”, Inseong confirmed, reaching behind him and handing you a steaming cup, ”Here, take your coffee - it'll heat you up." You deeply inhaled the familiar scent, smiling slightly and thanking him, before taking a seat behind you own desk.
You spent the next few hours in comfortable silence, with only a few interruptions whenever you had questions about the research. At around 2pm, Inseong and you had lunch at the cafeteria, where you also met up with a few other professors and their research assistants, before returning to your work. At 6.30pm, Inseong finally yawned, stretched and turned off his desk light. "Well, that's it for today. Let's go home - or in your case, let’s go to the repair shop. Youngbin knows you're stopping by, so he'll be waiting for you."
"Ah, perfect, thank you so much, Inseong! I'll see you tomorrow, then.", you answered and smiled at him.
"Yes, have a nice evening, Y/N." With that, he shot you a wink and left the office.
You didn't have much trouble finding the repair shop, even though you usually didn't have the best sense of direction. But earlier that day, Inseong had shown you the way on Google maps and as the shop was just a few blocks away from campus, you found it rather quickly. You parked your car in front of one of the many garages, got out and looked around a bit helplessly. The shop was much larger than you had expected and you weren’t exactly sure where to go now - the front entrance was dark, but you saw light coming from the inside of one of the garages. Still, you decided to try the front entrance first - which was already closed as you quickly found out. Finally, you knocked against the door of the illuminated garage.
"Hello?", you asked as you carefully pushed open the door, "Is anyone here? Mr. Kim? I'm Y/N - Inseong said you could help me with my car?"
From under the car, a person emerged, clad in heavy worker boots, a greyish tank top and an overall whose upper part was loosely tied around narrow hips. The man was tall when he stood up, his well-toned arms even more prominent thanks to his tight muscle shirt. He wore his black hair in a slight undercut and sported dark, smoldering eyes.
He didn't return your smile when he saw you - no, he looked a bit shocked and taken-aback upon spotting you.
"Mr. Kim?", you asked, getting a bit shy now and ducking your head when you saw his almost critical gaze. "Oh, uh - yes, I'm Youngbin." His voice was a bit rough, which caused a shiver to run down your spine. Your heart began to pound faster and your breath caught.
Dear Lord, he was hot.
You’d never felt such immediate attraction towards anyone ever before.
"Hwi, can you take over, please? I have to... go." With that, Youngbin almost ran away from you, leaving you somewhat bewildered behind. Suddenly, another, younger man emerged from behind a car, sporting long, messy hair and a sweet gummy smile. "Hey there, you must be Y/N. I'm Hwiyoung, Youngbin’s helping hand. Sooo, you want us to have a look at your car?", he asked without batting an eye at his boss’ weird behavior.
You just nodded, still flabbergasted thanks to Youngbin’s strange exit. "Uh, yes, that would be great. There's nothing wrong with it - or at least not something I, someone who knows pretty much nothing about cars, can see. But the previous owner said it would be better to have it checked by a car shop.”, you finally explained and Hwiyoung nodded, taking the car keys from you and turning to leave the garage. "You can stay here, if you like. It will take about half an hour to check if anything's broken or faulty.", he said over his shoulder, smiling at you.
"Oh... well, thank you? I just...", you trailed off, looking around the garage.
"The office is just around the corner. Ask Youngbin to make some coffee or tea. I'll be back as soon as I can." With that, he grinned one last time before leaving you behind.
You just stood there, undecided for a few seconds, before sighing deeply and finally making your way towards the office.
➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff
➵ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of alcohol, sexual suggestiveness
➵ word count: 5.1k
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On Tuesday evening, you left work with only a few minutes to spare until your appointment with Youngbin, so you had to hurry to make it on time. This time, the front entrance was illuminated when you arrived and you saw Youngbin shuffling through some papers, broad back turned to you. You quickly parked your car, got out of it and made your way towards the office. It was icily cold this night and you sighed contently when you opened the entrance door and were greeted by a welcoming gush of warm air. Youngbin whirled around upon hearing you enter, immediately beginning to smile, which you softly returned.
"Hi, Youngbin - sorry I'm late.", you greeted him, rubbing your frozen hands together - your gloves hadn't been in any of the last unpacked boxes and you hadn't come around to purchase new ones yet.
Youngbin looked at the clock and then back at you. "It's 7pm sharp.", he said and raised one eyebrow, "So you're actually perfectly punctual."
"Oh. I thought... Well, I've probably made good time driving here, then." You grinned and handed him your car keys, "Sooo, should I just leave and come back later or...?"
"You can wait in here, if you want to - but you can also come with me and learn a few things about your car, if you’d like." At the prospect of spending time with you, Youngbin’s heart began to pound fast against his ribcage and he quickly tried to hide his shaking hands by crossing his arms in front of his chest, unintentionally displaying his well-toned muscles in the process.
Your gaze quickly fluttered from his face to his arms and back again. "I- uh, sure, learning new stuff is always a good idea.", you murmured and blushed, clearing your throat in an attempt at trying not to seem too affected by Youngbin’s body proportions. He in turn tried his best to hide the smirk creeping on his face and gestured towards the door, following you out of the front office and to your car.
"So, this is it.", you said, pointing at the black VW golf.
"It?", Youngbin sounded almost offended, "This is an old lady, not an it!" You laughed, "Oh no, I'm sorry. I haven't had time to come up with a name yet. I will give it one very soon, I promise!"
Youngbin seemed pleased by that. "Good."
You smiled and slid into the passenger's seat while he took the place behind the steering wheel.
"I'm sure Jaeyoon could help you come up with a name. He names almost everything - especially his plants and Rowoon’s endless cooking utensils.", Youngbin told you while starting the motor and driving the old lady into one of the open garages.
"He does? Oh, that’s kinda adorable though! I think I met him just yesterday - handsome with dimples and quite cheeky, right?", you asked without thinking, blushing at Youngbin’s almost scandalized expression. "Cheeky and dimples, yes. But handsome?", he countered, getting out of the car and lifted it up with the help of a hydraulic ramp.
"Well, he is - just not as handsome as you, I guess.", you replied teasingly, basking in his surprised yet pleased expression.
If only you knew how much you had just managed to surprise him with your flirty statement… He actually didn't know how to reply, so he just smirked at you and, after putting on some work gloves, finally had a look at your car.
"Mhm yes, Hwi was right - the steering mechanism isn’t fully working thanks to a rusty wire. But it's nothing major, so no need to worry.", he explained, "See that?"
You quickly joined him under the car, ducking your head out of reflex - even though that wasn't really necessary as even Youngbin could stand at his normal height.
"I just see... wires and stuff.", you confessed, scratching your head and squinted to try and see what he was seeing. Youngbin laughed at your expression. "Well, I guess that's what it looks like for an untrained eye. But see here, there's a loose and rusty wire, right?" You took another step towards the handsome man to get a better look at the underside of your car and his breath caught when he noticed your sudden proximity. "Ahhh yes. Even without glasses I can see that wire!", you finally exclaimed proudly, grinning up at Youngbin. When you realized how close you stood as well, your eyes got even bigger and you hastily took a step back.
"Even without glasses, I'm impressed. Maybe I should hire you as our new helping hand, what do you think?", Youngbin said, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. You laughed. "I could never do that to Inseong, I'm sure he would be heartbroken if I’d just leave him like that."
Youngbin nodded thoughtfully. "Fair enough."
You took another step back, emerging from underneath the car again. "I think I'll better let you work in peace now.", you said, looking around the garage, "Or can I do anything to help?"
"Not really, but thanks. You can go to the office if you want to - it's a lot warmer inside.", Youngbin suggested, making you pout. "And here I was thinking you liked my company.", you sighed deeply. Youngbin seemed to miss the irony in your voice, as he quickly emerged from under the car as well, looking a bit taken-aback. "Of course I like your company! I just don't want you to get bored or cold." You giggled at his apologetic expression. "I was just joking. But good to hear you like my company." With that, you winked at him and he rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "And I thought our chaos line was cheeky...", he muttered, disappearing under the car again.
"I heard that!", you said.
"Good." But his voice was laced with humor and you found yourself smiling again - something you seemed to be doing 24/7 in Youngbin’s presence. If you were being honest... you liked him, even though you had only met him twice so far. But his steady, courteous manner, laced with that quiet, slightly sarcastic and teasing humor was just so attractive in your eyes! It also helped that he was more than easy on the eyes of course - you really wanted to touch his jet black hair, just to find out if it truly felt as soft as it looked. It probably smelled amazing too.
"Okay, keep it easy.", you reminded yourself quietly, but Youngbin seemed to be blessed with perfect hearing: "Keep what easy?"
Your eyes widened and you were scrambling for an explanation. "Uhhh nothing. I was just talking to myself."
"You're rather talking to yourself even though I'm here too?"
There it was again, that humor you already liked so well. "I just don't want to interrupt your quality time with my old lady here.", you replied, crossing your arms in front of the chest and smiling slightly. Youngbin chuckled. "I can divide my attention and time between the two of you." At this, you gasped theatrically. "So you're cheating on me with her? Or on her with me?"
This time, he really laughed. "Friends share, don't they?"
"Pff, not my boyfriend though."
"Ohh, so I'm your boyfriend now?"
Your cheeks were flaming red by now, you were sure of it. "No, you're the old lady one's."
"Oh, really? And here I was, thinking we two could have a future together.", Youngbin continued to tease, making you chuckle.
"Well, who knows how long the old lady's still alive, right?", you say, tone of voice cheeky.
"Oh NO!" Youngbin suddenly shouted, running out from underneath said lady, looking quite shocked. "What, what is going on?!", you asked in a panicked voice, quickly looking towards your car, pretty much expecting it to go up in flames or explode any second now.
"I think that's it... the old lady... she is gone. I can't do anything for her anymore. We should just bury her and continue to live our lives like she surely would have wanted us to - together." He looked, expression serious and grave, only the tiniest glint of mischief in his eyes betrayed his acting.
"Youngbin!" You shoved him playfully, giggling, "You really scared me!"
He laughed as well and shrugged, winking at you. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. But what do you think... Would you like to get dinner with me sometime? I promise, I won't tell the old lady." He held his breath, almost fearfully awaiting your response. A soft smile lit up your face and you immediately nodded in agreement. "I would like that, yes. But only if the old lady approves." Youngbin grinned, turning around to your car. "You're okay with that, right? I mean, I just fixed you, so you kind of owe me something..." He fell silent, pretending to listen to something. When he looked at you again, he nodded. "She's okay with it."
You giggled again - an absolutely endearing sound in Youngbin’s opinion - and nodded too. "Great. So... how about this Saturday?"
He smiled. "I'll pick you up at around 7pm?"
"Well, that just seems to be our time."
He laughed again and nodded. "Apparently. Your old lady is finished, by the way - she's as good as new. Or as new as an old car like her can be." At this, you looked surprised. "Oh wow, that was fast!"
"What can I say? I am very fast.", Youngbin said proudly and you grinned.
"Well, I certainly hope not in every aspect." You wiggled both eyebrows at him and he let out a snort, not having expected your innuendo. "I haven't had any complaints yet.", he replied cheekily and you raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't really have to mean anything."
"Fair enough. I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself, if you want to know the truth."
Your eyes glinted mischievously. "Maybe I will."
Youngbin gulped, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down his spine. Here he was, flirting like crazy with his mate and he was enjoying every second of it. And now he actually had a date with you - only a few days away.
He could hardly wait.
You were invited for dinner at the pack's house for Thursday evening that week - and everyone was highly anticipating to finally meet you. So far, Inseong, Youngbin, Hwiyoung, Rowoon and Jaeyoon had gotten to meet you, and the rest felt slightly left out. Youngbin still hadn't told anyone that you were his mate - it just never seemed to be the right time, and he wanted his pack to meet you without any bias for the first time. He also wanted to see how your date on Saturday would go.
… All in all, he always found different excuses not to tell his brothers. Inseong was also always gushing about you, telling the others what a great mind you possessed and how your many ideas had already improved his own work greatly. Youngbin would never admit it, but this made him incredibly jealous - that the other man could see you, his mate, every day at work. He knew he was being stupid and unreasonable, but he just couldn't help it.
"You do realize that she might not like Korean food at all, right?", Dawon said to Rowoon on Thursday evening, about an hour before you were supposed to arrive, observing the slightly younger man handling several different pans at the same time and looking a bit stressed out. "You do know that a frying pan is an amazing weapon against annoying brothers, right?", Rowoon replied, not even bothering to look at the other man. Dawon pouted. "Hey, I was just trying to help!"
"With what? Unnecessary commentary? I'm sure Y/N will like the food - and now it's too late to make something else anyway. So be quiet and leave me alone." With that, he simply ignored Dawon, even though the slightly older man continued to whine.
"Dawon - out, now.", Inseong immediately ordered the younger man when he entered the kitchen.
"Why?! I didn't do anything!" Dawon pouted even more and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Inseong just sighed in exasperation. "I know exactly what you did, so don't argue and just go. You and your brothers can set the dinner table."
Mumbling something unintelligible, Dawon finally left the kitchen. "Thanks.", Rowoon said, shooting Inseong a quick look and smile. "No problem - I'm the one who has to thank you for cooking. If I would have had to cook tonight, I probably would have poisoned everyone on accident or something like that." The taller man just snorted while continuing to stir the noodles. "Still, can I help you with anything?", Inseong offered, gazing around at the many pots and pans.
"Nope, I'm almost finished. Y/N said she'll bring dessert, right?", Rowoon answered, tasting some of the soup.
"Yes - cake, I think."
"Good, because I really don’t have the time to prepare something right now."
The older man just nodded and slowly backed out of the kitchen. Better to leave Rowoon alone, he always liked the solidarity while cooking - except for when his mate, Tori, was there. She was always allowed to help and taste everything - but that was the thing about being mates: different rules applied.
You were balancing two giant containers with cake as well as your bag towards the car, desperately trying not to trip over anything. That would be truly fatal as the two cakes you had made earlier this day would probably end up on the ground. You somehow managed to open your passenger's door, softly placing both cakes and your bag onto the seat. Then, you walked around the car, slid into the driver's seat and started your motor without any problems. You tried to follow the directions Inseong had given you earlier that day, but after some time you were pretty sure you were lost. It was already dark and everything looked pretty much the same to you - you had long left the city district, driving on small forest roads as Inseong’s house was located somewhere around here. "Damn it. Where the hell is this stupid road he was talking about?!", you whispered to yourself, tuning down the music a notch. After unsuccessfully driving around for some more minutes, you finally sighed and called your boss/friend. "Y/N? Is everything alright?", Inseong said after picking up the phone. His brothers immediately fell silent when they heard him say your name, all attention on him and the phone call.
"Yep. Or well... not completely. I think I'm lost?", you said, voice a bit wobbly.
Inseong snorted and ruffled his hair in an exasperated manner. "How the hell did you get lost? I gave you the directions!"
"And I tried to follow them! But everything looks the same - there are trees everywhere and small roads and... Well, I have no clue where I am to be honest. Why didn’t you just text me the address, then I could have used my navigation system?!"
"I can do that now.", he proposed, but you just sighed: "My internet connection isn't working that far out into the forest, so my navigation system won't work."
"Well... What am I supposed to do now?"
"I don't know! But I do not want to die so young in the middle of some forest, just because my boss didn't text me his address like every other normal human being living in the 21st century would have done!"
Jaeyoon and Dawon had by now begun to giggle uncontrollably - everyone could hear your words thanks to their wolf hearing, and most had smiles on their faces.
"Okay, okay. We'll figure it out. Do you see anything... I don't know, like a landmark around you?", Inseong asked, beginning to walk up and down the living room and gnawing on his lower lip.
"There are literally only trees around me, Inseong."
"So no landmark."
"I’m going to kill you if I make it out alive."
Chani sniggered. "I already like her very much.", he said quietly to Hwiyoung, who grinned as well. "Oh yeah, same, bro."
Youngbin raised an eyebrow, trying to control his jealousy - they were his brothers and didn't even know you were his mate, but still, he didn't like them talking about you like that. You were his.
… Even though you were really funny.
"Can you send me your location?"
"Do you have Alzheimer’s?! I have already told you, I have no internet connection out here! How the hell am I supposed to send you my location, Mr. Smartass?"
"Fair enough. I think I'll just rally some of the boys to look for you. Just... Don't move? Park the car on the side of the road and wait. We'll come and get you."
"Park the car in the middle of a dark forest, great. That's the perfect setting for a horror movie. If I die, I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you for the rest of your miserable life." And with that, you simply hung up, leaving Inseong to silently gape at his phone, a slightly incredulous smile curving his lip upwards. "Sooo... who wants to go look for her?", he finally said, turning around to his pack.
"I'll go.", Youngbin immediately offered, earning himself some curious glances from his brothers. "Me too.", Rowoon stepped in, Hwiyoung following immediately.
"Good, I'll go, too. The rest of you - stay here and don't do anything stupid. Jaeyoon, Dawon, keep an eye on them, will you?", Inseong pleaded, looking at the chaos line, now the eldest staying behind. Both smiled and nodded while the others protested, persisting they didn’t need any supervision. Inseong just ignored them, shrugging on his winter coat and boots while grabbing his car keys to finally follow the others out of the house and towards the parked cars.
Meanwhile, you sat inside your cozily warm car, playing soft music and cursing your terrible sense of direction yet again. To be honest, you should have just asked Inseong to text you the address - but you’d been so busy with work today that you had simply forgotten to ask him. So now you were waiting in a dark, misty forest, hoping for one of the guys to find you. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the seat and quietly began to hum along to the music. You just hoped you didn't have to wait too long - it was definitely a bit scary being alone in an unknown, dark forest.
Youngbin drove his jeep through the dark forest, not worried in the slightest - he knew he would be able to find his mate quickly. That was one of the many benefits of your bond: he knew your scent and always felt some kind of connection, no matter the distance between you two. His brothers wouldn't even have had to come with him - but as they didn't know about you being his mate yet, he hadn't been able to say anything against it. Youngbin turned on some music, feeling for the connection inside him. You weren’t too far away from him, he noticed - you had probably just made one wrong turn, resulting in you getting lost. It only took him a few minutes to pull up beside your car. You were deeply huddled into your padded leather jacket, both eyes were closed and you were singing along to some music, when he hopped out of his jeep and knocked on your window.
You jumped, eyes widening in shock before you recognized him. You immediately opened the car door, almost falling over your own feet in the process of quickly getting out of the driver's seat. "Youngbin! Thank God.", you said, throwing your arms around the taller man without really thinking about it. He stiffened for a second before sliding his arms around your back, hugging you close and chuckling slightly.
"Hey there. You're alright?", he said softly, his brown eyes gazing down at you with slight mischief in them. You quickly freed yourself again and smiled, a tad embarrassed. "Yes, I'm okay. I'm sorry to have driven you out here in the cold, but I really have no clue where I am at the moment."
Youngbin grinned. "You're actually pretty close to our home - I guess you just missed the road and drove onwards. Just follow me with your car, we'll be there in no time."
You nodded, thankful, and slipped back into the driver's seat, starting the motor. Youngbin did so too and soon, you were driving towards the big farmhouse where the pack lived while their alpha quickly informed his brothers that they could abandon their search and come home too.
Everyone was already waiting for you and Youngbin when you opened the front door, the latter balancing both cakes in his arms. "You're alive!", Inseong said sarcastically, enclosing you in his arms and hugging you softly.
"Yeah, no thanks to you though. I would've probably died out there in the cold if Youngbin hadn't showed up and rescued me.", your voice sounded muffled from being pressed against his chest and your boss just chuckled, letting you go and taking you coat. “Yeah, sorry about that. I'll never let you drive anywhere alone ever again."
You rolled your eyes at him before looking at the other men assembled in front of you, beginning to smile a bit shyly. "Uh, hi. I'm sure I've just made an amazing first impression on you guys. I'm Y/N - Inseong’s new scientific assistant. Very competent in our field of research, not so much with directions unfortunately.", you introduced yourself, earning yourself some chuckles and laughter from everyone. Youngbin gazed at you with admiration in his eyes - he simply loved your laid-back sense of humor. Inseong noticed his gaze, raising one eyebrow but refraining from commenting on it - yet.
"Well, if no one wants to go first... I'm Dawon." With that, Dawon stepped forward, shaking your hand and smiling warmly at you. After that, everyone else came forward as well - first Taeyang, then Zuho and lastly Chani. Hwiyoung, Rowoon and Jaeyoon already knew you, so they just smiled, or, in Rowoon’s case, hugged you.
"It's really nice to meet you all. Thanks for inviting me tonight - your house looks amazing, by the way. Very cozy.", you said and smiled at everyone before Inseong shoved everyone into the shared living and dining room while Youngbin quickly followed Rowoon into the kitchen to bring in the food.
When both men entered the dinner room, everyone was talking animatedly - Youngbin took the chance to watch you for a few seconds. You were deep in conversation with Zuho, Jaeyoon and Dawon were screaming and laughing at each other, while the youngest of the pack, Taeyang, Hwiyoung and Chani were getting on Inseong’s nerves, talking about some upcoming university projects they had to do and didn't want to: "But having you, a professor, at our university, as a part of our family, should have some benefits!", Chani complained and pouted, while the other two nodded vigorously.
"Nope. Not happening. It's not even my faculty! And I'm sure as hell not going to ask some colleague to postpone your project, just because you're lazy.", Inseong said strictly, taking a sip of his beer. "Unfair.", Taeyang commented and Hwiyoung looked around until his eyes settled on you, who was just laughing at something Zuho had just said.
"Y/N!", Hwiyoung yelled, making you jumped. You turned around, looking somewhat alarmed.
"Can you put in a good word for us, so our professor gives us more time for our research project?" Hwiyoung looked at you with what he probably thought were cute puppy eyes. You just raised both eyebrows. "Oh, so you guys suck at time management?", you answered, looking slightly amused. Chani pouted even harder: "Not true! We just had a lot to do these past weeks..."
"Really? Tell me about it, come on - entertain me.", you demanded, propping you chin up on one hand and smirking slightly. "Well...", Chani thought hard, gazing helplessly at his brothers, "We... Had to... Do stuff..."
"Well then - learning by burning." And with that, you turned around again and continued your conversation with Zuho, who looked rather amused by your words to the youngest ones.
"She's really perfect for you.", Chani said to Inseong, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking slightly put-off. "Yep, we sure make a great team.", the oldest man just grinned and toasted towards you, who just smiled at him.
Youngbin watched all this with an uneasy feeling. He knew that Inseong wasn't interested in you - well, at least not in the way he himself was, but it still unsettled him to hear about them being "a great team". He wanted to be a great team with you! You were his mate! The wolf in him wanted to mark you as his and his alone and a snarl was etching its way out of his throat - but he forcefully suppressed it.
"Food!", Rowoon finally yelled over the noise, bringing in the big pot full of Bulgogi, and Youngbin quickly following with bowls of rice. Your eyes glinted at all the delicious looking food. "Wow, that looks and smells amazing, Rowoon!", you complimented the chef, who immediately began to smile, somewhat embarrassed. "As long as it also tastes good...", Dawon murmured, earning himself a smack against the back of his head from the cook. "Rowoon’s food always tastes good.", Taeyang protested, earning himself a smile. Youngbin helped to fill the plates of everyone before sitting down on the only empty chair left - between Dawon and Hwiyoung and directly opposite you.
How was he supposed to concentrate on eating when he just wanted to stare at you all evening?
He sighed inwardly, looking down at the delicious smelling food on his plate. He really had to calm down if he didn't want the others to immediately notice that you were his mate.
He tried hard not to gaze at you all through dinner, beginning to talk to Hwiyoung about some repairs he had to do this week at the shop. He still noticed the stolen glances you threw his way ever so often, and felt the wolf inside him purr at your attention. After the main course had been demolished, you brought in your cakes - they smelled of chocolate, red wine, cinnamon and other spices, and everyone rushed to get the biggest slice.
"Oh God, this is the best cake I've ever had!", Dawon exclaimed happily, speaking around his full mouth. You snorted, chewing silently and smiling while you were gazing around at them all. You truly liked every single one of them already - you couldn’t explain it, but you had a feeling of just... fitting in with them, feeling truly at home and ease. You had also managed to talk with every single one of them so far - well, except for Youngbin who seemed to ignore you, not even looking at you once.
What was going on with him? You’ve had so much fun talking to each other yesterday and he had seemed to be interested in you - or had you read the signs... wrong? You sighed and took a sip of red wine - you only allowed yourself one glass tonight as you still had to drive home later.
You were just laughing at something Jaeyoon was telling you, when you finally felt Youngbin’s gaze on you - you quickly looked up and were proven right, his dark eyes seemed to burn into yours and you swallowed hard, breath hitching. Inseong beside you looked at you in a funny way, so you quickly averted you eyes again, trying to continue to listen to Jaeyoon’s story - even though you still felt the burning gaze of Youngbin on yourself. You could hardly wait for your date this Saturday.
The evening passed way too quickly for everyone's liking and soon, it was time for you to leave - all of you had to work or go to university tomorrow and as it was already way past midnight, you thought it was best to leave.
"You can stay the night!", Dawon whined when he saw you grab your coat, "We have a ton of rooms we don't use! We can stay up for a bit and watch a movie together! Pleeease?" He made huge puppy eyes at you and pouted, making you laugh while you finished wrapping the scarf around your neck. "Another time, I promise. But I'm tired and still have to try to find my way back home - tomorrow's a work day too. Buut... I'm free tomorrow night, if you're up for it?" You raised one eyebrow in a questioning manner.
"YES!"
You giggled at Dawon’s loud yell. "Great. We'll text about the exact time and movies, okay?"
"Perfect - who else wants to join us? I'll make a group chat!", the cheerful man offered enthusiastically, phone already in his hand. Jaeyoon, Rowoon and Zuho immediately agreed to join while the others excused themselves, all having dates with their girlfriends/mates. Inseong and Taeyang had already agreed to go out with some other friends that evening - so only Youngbin was left without any excuse. He quickly agreed to think about it, even though he already knew he was definitely going to join the movie night, just to be around you some more. He just didn't want to seem too eager in front of his pack.
After the plan for tomorrow was finally settled, you were allowed to leave. You smiled one last time at them all, waved and left, the door closing behind you with a loud thump. A few seconds later, the pack heard you start the car and drive off. Inseong turned around to look at his pack. "So?"
"I LOVE HER!", Dawon immediately yelled, Jaeyoon beside him nodding vigorously.
"She's really nice.", Taeyang commented.
"I think it's mean she didn't want to help us with our project.", Chani intercepted, earning himself some glares from his older pack members, "I'm just joking! I like her too."
"Good - I also think she fits right in with us.", Inseong said, smiling in a slightly relieved matter. Youngbin didn't say anything, even though he felt the other man look at him while he said that. He just turned around and excused himself, saying he was tired. He took a quick shower, and, when he entered his room again, heard his phone vibrate on his nightstand.
Yawning and ruffling his wet hair, Youngbin looked at the screen:
Youngbin just grinned at the exchange - he was really looking forward to your movie night.
