Stuck With You
Pairing: CEO!J.Yunho x Secretary!Reader
Warnings: Smau, Fluff, grumpy yunho, bickering, panic attack
Author's note:
Hie lovies! I hope y'll are fine!
Thank you for the love and support! Enjoy!!
Chapter 2: Shelter in the Storm
The rain hadn’t let up. If anything, it had worsened.
The dense road y'll had taken had long lost any sign of civilization. No streetlights, no road signs, no distant hum of passing cars, just the overwhelming presence of towering trees and the relentless downpour that pounded against the car’s roof. The headlights had been turned off, and the car was parked securely between the trees to avoid attracting any wild animals or any danger at all. Outside, the darkness stretched endlessly, the rain acting as a curtain that cut them off from the world.
You sighed, leaning your head back against the seat. “Well, this is fantastic.”
Yunho exhaled sharply beside you, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “You don’t have to state the obvious.”
You shot him a annoyed look. “Oh, I’m sorry. Would you rather I just sit here in silence while we wait for the storm to pass?”
“Sounds ideal,” he muttered, rubbing his temple.
You scoffed, crossing your arms. “You know, for someone who got us lost, you sure have a lot of attitude sir.”
The two would often argue over the weirdest things such as 'yunho's tie is crooked' or 'y/n's blouse isn't tucked properly' or 'the coffee you get him every morning is too sweet though its the absolute same. Yunho just loved crawling under your skin pushing your buttons, he enjoyed your annoyance. Not gonna lie; over the years y'll have worked together.. y'll had grown quite fond of each other but none of you bothered to accept it.
Yunho’s jaw tensed. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just kept staring ahead at the rain streaking down the windshield. Then, after what felt like forever, he let out a breath, tilting his head back against the seat.
“…I shouldn’t have taken that road,” he said, voice low. “I thought it would save time.”
You blinked. Was that—was that an apology? From THE Jeong Yunho? The one who never ever apologized?
You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, are you actually admitting you were wrong?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me say it again.”
You smirked, savoring the rare moment. “Wow. Marking this day in history.”
He shot you a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. Before you could tease him further, your stomach let out a loud, undeniable growl. Your eyes widened, mortification settling in as you quickly hugged your stomach.
Yunho turned his head slowly, his lips twitching. “Did you just—”
“Don’t,” you warned, cheeks heating up. “Just—ignore that.”
But of course, he didn’t. “When was the last time you ate?”
You sighed, slumping in your seat. “I didn’t get a chance. You know, with the whole flight cancellation, and then you insisting on driving immediately.”
Yunho frowned slightly but said nothing. Instead, he reached toward the backseat, rummaging through his bag before pulling out a protein bar. He tossed it into your lap without a word.
You blinked down at it. “You carry snacks?”
“I carry things that are necessary,” he replied coolly. “Eat before you pass out.”
You huffed but didn’t argue. Tearing open the wrapper, you took a bite, and despite the bland taste, it was better than nothing. The two of you sat in silence again as the night swallowed the surroundings and the rain providing the only background noise.
Then, the first clap of thunder boomed across the sky.
You glanced at him, noticing the way his grip on his thighs tightened. His breathing had suddenly turned shallow, his shoulders rising and falling at an uneven pace. Another crack of thunder rumbled, and Yunho flinched, his hands gripping the steering wheel like a lifeline.
“Sir?” you asked carefully, setting your snack aside. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t respond. His eyes were locked straight ahead, unfocused, his chest rising and falling in short, sharp breaths. It was as if he wasn’t even in the car anymore—as if he was somewhere else entirely.
“Yunho,” you called, using his name this time, voice softer. You reached out, placing a tentative hand on his arm. He barely reacted.
Another loud crash of thunder echoed, and that’s when you saw it—the unmistakable look of panic. His breathing had become erratic, and his hands had started trembling slightly. Realization dawned.
He was having a panic attack.
“Hey, hey,” you said quickly, shifting toward him. “Look at me.”
No response. His breaths were getting quicker, shallower.
You hesitated for only a second before reaching up and threading your fingers through his hair, gently tugging him closer. “Come here.”
To your surprise, he didn’t resist. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was too far gone in his own thoughts, the storm outside drowning him in memories you didn’t know about. Whatever it was, he let himself be pulled into your arms, his forehead resting against your shoulder as his breathing hitched.
“It’s okay,” you murmured, your fingers moving through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
His body was tense, his entire frame rigid, but as you continued running your fingers through his hair, he slowly—very slowly—began to relax. His breaths, though still uneven, weren’t as frantic. His hands, which had been gripping onto himself, eventually fell to his sides.
You shifted, carefully maneuvering the two of you into the backseat where there was more space. Yunho followed without a word, his body sinking against yours as exhaustion took over. The tension in his muscles had eased, his breathing finally slowing down.
And then, without warning, he fell asleep—his head resting against your chest, his body pressed against yours in a way that was completely foreign yet strangely not uncomfortable.
You stared down at him, watching as his expression softened, the storm raging outside no longer reflecting the storm within him.
You didn’t know why he had a panic attack. In the three years you had worked under Jeong Yunho, you had never seen him so vulnerable. He had always been composed, in control, never faltering. But tonight, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but darkness and rain, he had broken—just a little.
And for the first time, you held him together.
