alright, been thinking alot and one thought crossed my mind. a yunho one shot. this came at work idk how, don't ask i'm sick in the head.

you're married (not to yunho) BUT you've had a rough marriage with your husband lately & one night you decided to go out with your friends. you got drunk, had too many shots of tequila. dancing alone at the dance floor blah blah.

you met yunho that night, he approached slowly and you started talking.

ever since that night, you and yunho have been texting back and forth. you never told him abt your marriage, you don't even wear the ring.

SURPRISE ME OMFG

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | jeong yunho .ᐟ

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☆ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Marrying a wealthy man, with his future clearly painted out across the golden canvas. The one who graduated from an elite college and who’s name people in the city say with the brightest smile was definitely a plan your parents had for you.

And weren’t you just the luckiest girl in the world for finding that perfect love in the third year of college, a love many of your friends could only dream of having, saying that soulmates only exist because you and he are together.

Kim Hongjoong was exactly that man — the one who fits next to you.

Blinded by the young heat of love, not caring how many more tomorrows were ahead, being the couple the whole campus was gossiping about.

Hongjoong was every girl’s dream — a full green forest, they’d say. Women were naturally attracted to him by his good and neat-boy character.

A little bit nerdy, head always in the book but his little breaks during lessions were all about you.

You didn’t think you’d get this happy with choosing a man like Hongjoong, considering your previous choice in the opposite sex.

Soon after graduating, both of you got promised to a life together in front of the altar, reciting the vows and saying “I do.”

Ever since then, it was all like a fairytale. Days and nights spent with the man of your dreams.

Five years into the marriage passed in the blink of an eye, but just as everything seemed to be milk and honey to the freshly married — it turned out the milk was closer to expiring.

You had always admired Hongjoong’s passion for work and improvement in all stages life brought him but it’s just wasn’t healthy.

He was a workacholic. The insane kind of one.

Obsessed with the every single detail that happened in his company. He was always the first one to accept the call, grab his coat and rush out of the house without a second glance at you.

The sheets of your shared bedroom often cold, the mornings and nights turned into an endless routine of waking up and falling asleep alone.

You were quite understanding of his actions, as being your own boss is truly a lot of work for the man who somehow manages it all alone. But it seemed like work was the only thing on his mind, even when catching a dinner with you on a quiet Sunday when he could spare those 20 minutes away from the office.

For some time now you had been offering Hongjoong help and get a job in the company as well, but he would quickly dismiss you, saying how he got it all handled and that you should take care of yourself and rest.

Of course, as frustrating as it sounded, you were grateful. Hongjoong’s money was keeping you food on the table and whatever you wanted it was delivered to you in a seconds. He tried his best to redeem himself and soon enough your closet was full of many dresses, necklaces and shoes he used to buy whenever he would stay late at work.

It was always delivered to you by the postman and at the beginning, this gesture of his made you happy, showing that he still cared about you and that he was just busy. But now the feeling was worn off, just like every piece of clothing he got you by now.

You realized that you craved attention, love and your husband’s touch and it’s something you weren’t getting at all from Hongjoong.

Your friends would often tease you, saying how Hongjoong must be a perfect husband during the day and that he probably satisfied all your needs during the night.

Hongjoong was, in fact, good in bed, from what you experienced with him by now. People would think that being married for five years means you two couldn’t keep your hands away from each other but it was quite the opposite. You can’t remember the last time you had sex with Hongjoong. Was it last month? Or last year?

Your body was feeling the pressure of being sexually frustrated, especially during ovulation and Hongjoong was usually never in sight.

It’s embarrassing to remember how many times you needed to pleasure yourself just to be able to sleep at night alone in the bed. It was without any thoughts, not even about your husband, just a quick chance of getting some relief even if it was never enough.

Of course seducing him at some point was in your thoughts but it always led to the words of “I’m busy now Y/N” or “I’m tired”.

Today was also a day in this routine of marriage with Hongjoong. He wasn’t home and yet another night alone was ahead of you, until your friend group decided it would be awesome to get together and grab some drinks outside.

And this was exactly what you needed — to get out of this house and have a little bit of fun without the emptiness of the room hugging you.

Getting dressed, you picked the last dress Hongjoong had bought for you. It was the short black one, that reached your mid-thigh, with tiny sparkles all around it.

A slight touch of a smokey eye make-up with a little bit of redness on your lips that made you look elegant. Your hair reached just above your breasts and for this occasion you had it up in a nicely shaped bun with a few strands falling messily yet gracefully on your face.

By the time you got ready, your friend group arrived outside your door. Grabbing the small leather purse with your phone, you escaped the boredom behind you into the black BMW your closest friend, Haerin, owned.

“ So where are we going? “ — you questioned, putting on your seatbealt.

“ To a club downtown. “ — the brunette from the backseat responded, making your head turn to look at her.

“ Why didn’t you tell me it was a club? Do I look too elegant for it now? “ — slight anxiety rose up on your spine.

“ Girl, are you for real now? I would absolutely bang you right here on this backseat if I were a lesbian. But I have to say you’re kinda making me rethink my sexuality now. “ — Eunchae, the blonde next to the brunette replied.

“ I’m telling this to Wooyoung. “ — Jiyong, the brunette replied, about to jokingly take out her phone and call Wooyoung — Eunchae’s boyfriend.

You admired them honestly. Wooyoung was the man Eunchae met while working at the cafe back in her college days. He kept on getting the same thing every morning and once when paying for the drink — he slipped in the note saying how beautiful she was and that he would like to get her number, which she gladly gave him.

Even though ending up in his bed on the night of their first date wasn’t how the relationships should go, it was just right with them, in their own way, both matching each other’s energies to the point of perfection.

Jiyong was the only one single in the friend group, with a mindset of a high school girl, still having one night stands and not looking for any serious relationship yet, following with “The night is still young, so am I.”

Haerin, in the driver’s seat, had been married once, then divorced from a man she couldn’t see the future with anymore.

Choi Jongho, was it? You couldn’t really remember, but you do remember her saying that they stayed in touch since they both had financial sharings together.

And yet, somehow, you felt that you were the only one in the group with the worst case of a marriage there is.

Haerin parked the car not far away from the club and you all reached the front door in a few steps.

“ Oh, you weren’t joking this is literally a club. “

“ Should’ve gone to a strip club instead. “ — Eunchae commented once you got inside.

The darkness, hyped atmosphere, colorful lights barely shining through the smoke cloud that made your eyes burn a little, it was all what described this place you’d stepped into.

Jiyong got you a table in the very corner of the room, making sure you had the entire club in clear view.

Ordering the first drinks, you started off strong, with tequila shots.

“ To the girls night! “ — Haerin made a toast as the tequila burned down your throat mixed with the salty taste on the tongue.

Thirty minutes in, so many glasses of tequila had been taken and brought back to your table. The conversation between you started as a gossip session but turned into aimless words and silly laughter. The alcohol was strongly getting to your senses, but knowing your friends, this was only the beginning.

Eunchae kept the tequila coming until Jiyong deciced that you’re done with the appetizers, switching to the Red Label whiskey.

“ Oh my God, Hae, that handsome guy is totally checking you out! “ — Jiyong squealed, shaking Haerin’s form while she tried to gulp down yet another whiskey.

“ What are you talking about? “ — totally confused, Haerin drunkenly searched the crowd until Jiyong grabbed her cheeks, turning her head toward the table across from yours.

There sat four men, and the one who had taken an interest in Haerin had platinum silver hair that fell perfectly over his Aphrodite-like features.

“ Oh fuck, he’s really looking. “ — Haerin giggled, taking another glass of whiskey, her cheeks blushing.

“ Go fucking get him! “ — Eunchae stole the glass from her hands.

“ No, no… I really shouldn’t get involved with another man so quickly. “ — Haerin said, but her eyes never left the silver-haired boy until he suddenly stood up and walked over towards you.

“ Shit he’s coming… “ — Haerin panicked for a moment, trying to act natural but her drunken state was not cooperating with her.

“ Hello ladies! “ — the deep voice echoed. “ What are you drinking? “

“ Ohh, and why would you be interested? “ — Eunchae teased the figure that patiently stood in front of your table.

“ I want to make a deal and buy you pretty ladies a drink as long as you’re willing to give me this little angel here for a dance. “ — He said, smirking as his eyes fell on Haerin.

“ Oh my God, just take her already! “ — Jiyong said, pushing Haerin foward.

“ Thank you, all your drinks are on me now. “ — He said, taking Haerin by the hand, pulling her towards the dance floor.

“ I want to dance now too. “ — Jiyong pouted.

“ Then let’s fucking go? “ — Eunchae exclaimed.

“ I’m going to get some water first. I feel my head pounding already. “ — you said, standing up carefully as you made your way towards the bartender.

“ Hi, can I order one glass of water please? “

“ I fear there is no alcohol in that. “ — an unfamiliar voice said from your left side.

You turned your head to look at the boy who was sitting on one of the bar stools, a shot of what seemed to be whiskey in his right hand.

His eyes droopy, ears slightly red, indicating that he’s already drunk enough. Dirty blonde hair styled nicely with wet bangs covering his sweaty forehead. He was dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up in what seemed to be an attempt to do so. Three buttons undone, showing off his milky skin and collarbones underneath. A small simple chain around his neck with a silver cross symbol.

He looked like he came neither out of the dance floor or the heavy make-out session from the bathroom.

“ I’ve already had enough of it. “ — you said, a smile planted on your lips.

“ Being in a place like this means the word ‘enough’ doesn’t really apply. “ — He replied. “ You know you can always get another glass of alcohol, it has the right amount of water inside it too. “

You rolled your eyes playfully, the smile still on your lips hearing his choice of words.

“ Wisely said. “

The bartender brought you a glass of cold clear water and the man sitting next to you turned to speak to him.

“ Two more glasses. “ — he said, pointing at the, now empty, whiskey glass beside him.

You looked at him while with wide eyes, surprised that he ordered one glass for you too.

“ It would be a shame if I didn’t order you a drink now. That wouldn’t be very gentleman of me. “ — he said, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

“ Well thank you, that’s very gentlemanly of you…? “ — you trailed off waiting to hear him say his name, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself yet.

“ Yunho. “

Yunho. The name suited him. Like some kind of golden retriever, wanting to be petted, his droopy eyes and drunken movements made you want to embrace him in your arms. His aura was definitely dangerous and that’s what seemed to trigger you, drawing you closer to him more than you would have wanted to.

“ I’m Y/N. “

“ Well Y/N, cheers to us meeting each other. “ — Yunho said, pushing the new welcomed glass of whiskey in front of him towards you.

You tried not to grin like an idiot, so a sly smile decorated your features as your glass clicked with his and both of you emptied its contents, the whiskey burning all the way down to your stomach.

The conversation with Yunho continued naturally — or, it was probably the after effect of all the alcohol you both had during the talk.

You definitely weren’t the same person who had walked through the club doors by now. Eyes half-lidded, drunk smile to whatever Yunho was saying with occasionally playfully punching his shoulder.

After taking one more sip of the golden whiskey from the glass, Yunho looked up at you, offering his hand.

“ Do you want to dance? “

You nodded without even looking at him, immediately placing your hand in his as he guided you through the crowd of chaotic people to the middle of the flashing darkness of the club.

The music was too loud for you to even talk to him now. Your body, consumed by the alcohol, swayed in it’s own way with every step closer to Yunho, who was following your movements.

You let your hair fall down from your bun, leaving it messily to cover your shoulders.

His eyes never left you, even in the flickering lights, the smoke cloud — his dark eyes were creating holes all over your body and face, admiring your every breath. If he could he would take a picture of you like this with his own eyes.

You found yourself pressed against him in a way that wasn’t appropriate for a married woman, but your mind was drowning itself in the euphoria of the moment.

Yunho’s hands slowly creeped around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Sweat was forming on your neck and forehead. The close proximity was doing nothing to settle the flames in your body.

You reached for your hair, gathering it and moving it to the side, letting your neck breathe for a moment — but Yunho seized the opportunity, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder that made you shiver in his arms.

“ You’re so beautiful. “ — the breathy voice spoke in your ear.

Your eyes closed for a moment as you drunkenly giggled at his words.

“ Is that why you kissed my shoulder? You think it’s beautiful? “ — you laughed.

The question didn’t really make any sense but does this all even make sense to you anymore?

“ Yeah… “ — Yunho chuckled behind you. “ Maybe I need to kiss every part of your body. Because it’s beautiful as well. “

His deep voice rang in your ears, despite the loud music. Your stomach coiled tight, not just from the alcohol but from something more dangerous—something you weren’t supposed to feel.

You should pull away. The rational part of your mind screamed at you, reminding you of the vows you took, the man waiting — or rather, not waiting— at home. But then there was this other part of you, the one that had been buried for years under loneliness and cold sheets, the one that ached for touch, for heat, for something that felt real.

Your silence was enough of an answer for Yunho. His fingers pressed a little firmer against your waist, drawing you back against his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips brushed against your exposed shoulder again, slower this time, more deliberate.

A quiet sigh left your lips before you could stop it. Your head tilted slightly to the side, granting him more access, and Yunho took the invitation without hesitation. His lips trailed along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

This isn’t right at all, but why does it make you feel so good?

“ Tell me to stop. “ — Yunho murmured, his voice thick with something dark, something teasing. “ Tell me you don’t want this, and I will. “

You should. God, you should.

But the thoughts of his soft pink lips all over your body, your sweaty, naked bodies pressed against each other, his tender fingers exploring every inch of your skin are what keeps you insane in your head.

“ Don’t stop… “ — you whispered, barely audible over the pounding music.

Yunho let out a soft curse under his breath, his lips grazing just beneath your jaw before trailing lower. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he guided your movements with his own, grinding your bodies together. Your back arched, your ass grinding against him.

The friction was already too much for him to handle, his uneven breaths, sweat dripping on his forehead and droopy drunk eyes decorating his features.

You felt his hardness pressing into you, the feeling making you chuckle as your eyes closed enjoying the atmosphere.

“ Fuck. “ — he breathed against your neck, his voice strained, full of restraint he was barely holding onto. “ You have no idea what you’re doing to me. “

You did. Oh, you definitely did. And you liked it.

The warmth of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers instinctively curled around his wrists, keeping his hands exactly where they were — on you.

“ You’re playing a dangerous game. “ — he murmured, his lips ghosting over your jawline now.

“ So are you. “ — you countered, voice softer, teasing.

He let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “ Yeah… but I don’t think I care anymore. “

Neither did you.

His touch was fire against your skin, his palm pressing possessively as he whispered. “ Let me take you somewhere quieter. “

It wasn’t a question.

And you didn’t hesitate.

With a slow, deliberate turn, you finally faced him, your noses nearly touching. His pupils were blown, lips parted, waiting — for you, for your answer.

You licked your lips, fingers reaching up to play with the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt before gripping the fabric, tugging him just a little closer.

“ Lead the way. “ — you murmured.

Yunho didn’t waste another second.

The club was a blur of flashing lights and pulsing bass, the heat of the dance floor fading as he led you toward the back, where a set of sleek, black stairs spiraled upward into dimly lit exclusivity.

Your steps faltered for just a moment, a flicker of hesitation tightening in your chest.

“ Where are we? “

Yunho turned back, his dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours as he smirked. “ Private lounge. “ — he explained, nodding toward the security guard at the base of the stairs. “ Owner’s a friend. “

A friend. Right. You didn’t need to question further. Places like this, high-end clubs with an air of indulgence, always had secret spaces—rooms meant for more than just drinking and talking.

Yunho led you toward the white polished wooden door at the end of the hallway. He pushed it open, revealing a space that was complete opposite of the chaos downstairs.

A low-lit room, a single king-sized bed dominating the center. The scent of leather and freshly washed sheets lingered in the air.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the reality of this moment.

This wasn’t just some reckless dance on the club floor anymore.

This was real. This was happening. You were about to have sex with a stranger you met at the club.

You — a married woman.

But of course, at the moment we’re speaking, all the consequences of this left your mind along with your dignity.

Yunho turned to you, his gaze carefully reading your reaction. “ Say the word. “ — he murmured, voice thick. “ And I’ll walk you back downstairs. “

Was walking downstairs something you wanted now? Absolutely not. You were not going to chicken out drunk in front of a hell handsome man with an aching boner in his pants who was yearning for you, plus your legs were killing you in these heels.

Your fingers found the front of his shirt again, your fingers hooking slightly under it making his jaw clench.

“ Close the door. “ — you whispered.

Yunho cursed under his breath before reaching back, shoving the door shut and locking them.

Oh, you’re fucked.

You stepped forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Yunho groaned against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, your bodies fitting together lustfully perfect.

His lips left yours only to trail across your jaw, down your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. His teeth softly grazing your skin.

“ No marks, please… “ — you said breathlessly.

Yunho smirked against your neck, leaving a few more kisses that added the fuel to the already burning flames in your body.

“ As you wish, princess. “

His hands lifted your dress higher, sliding up your thighs, pushing the fabric over your hips. You gasped as his fingers pressed against the lace of your panties where you needed him the most.

“ You’re already so wet for me. “ — he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you through the thin fabric, sending shivers up your spine.

“ Yunho… “ — your whimpered, holding his shoulders like your life depended on them.

He hummed in response, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your face up toward him again. His lips hovered just above yours, teasing, taunting. “ You sure you want this, hm? “

Your heart pounded. Your body screamed for more, for everything.

“ Please… “ — you breathed. “ I want you. “

Yunho groaned, his restraint finally snapping. He grabbed your hips, guiding you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell onto the mattress, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he followed, his weight pressing you down, anchoring you beneath him.

His lips were everywhere — your neck, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts as he pushed the straps of your dress down your shoulders, taking it off of you. His hands were rough, impatient, tugging fabric, exploring skin, lighting fire everywhere they touched.

Even in such a hurry blinded by the lust he took his time to worship every part of your almost naked body in front of him.

“ Fuck… You’re like a goddess. “

Your hands tugged slightly on his shirt, he quickly got the message, unbuttoning it completely and throwing it away.

I’m a goddess? Does he see himself?

Yunho’s body was picture perfect presented in front of your eyes. His shoulders wide just the right size, not too buff, not too slim — he was just perfect.

You sat up on the bed unclasping your black lacy bra, throwing it aside, immediately finding his belt.

“ Eager one, aren’t you? “ — Yunho teased, looking down at you.

“ Damn right I am. “ — You said, boldly, not even hidding the urge to have him all over you tonight in every possible way.

The touch deprivation inside of you brust out the moment Yunho touched you first.

Now all you could focus on was him, his body, his hands and his dick that was painfully hard and hidden beneath the pants you fastly tugged off of him.

Once his dick was out right in front of your face, you were definitely not disappointed by the size.

You wasted no time in taking it in your hand, stroking it a few times before your tongue ran over the anrgy tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum.

Yunho’s breathing was uneven, looking down at you playing with his cock, the sight itself could make him come right now, but he needed to calm down — he didn’t want the fun to be over yet.

You weren’t unexperienced on blowjobs, but it has been definitely awhile since you’d done one.

Attempting that with Hongjoong usually resulted in him dismissing you from the room, following with “Don’t you see I’m busy now?”

Yunho swore he saw stars the moment you took him inside your mouth. A few curses leaving his lips breathlessly as his hand found your hair, moving it away from your face into a ponytail.

“ God… You’re so good at this… “ — he said, a slight moan leaving his lips.

You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head at a steady pace, your core throbbing each time he let out a groan of satisfaction.

His hand at the back of your head, holding your hair, pushed you more into him until his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you knew that by the end of this, you makeup would need to be fixed immediately.

“ Y-Yes… You’re doing so well princess. Just a little more, fuck. “

He took the control, guiding your head on him, pushing him impossibly more inside your mouth.

But he didn’t want to cum now, not yet, so before he could — he backed away from your mouth, sweat covering his forehead.

You breathed deeply, wiping your lips with the back of your hand, tears dripping down your cheeks.

His fingers raised your chin up so he could look at you.

“ So gorgeous. “

He tenderly wiped your tears with his thumb. You looking up at him like he was an angel from above, someone who would take care of you.

“ Turn around for me. “

Of course, you obeyed stupidly. Turning around slowly on all fours, your ass up in the air for him.

You felt the mattress shift as he moved behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass before he ripped your panties, making you yelp.

“ Yunho! “

“ I’ll buy you a new ones, pretty. “ — he said, leaning over to plant a kiss on your ass cheek.

He spread you open, exposing just how wet you were for him. A sharp inhale came from above, followed by a deep, appreciative groan.

“ God, you’re dripping. “ — Yunho muttered, running his fingers through your slick folds, teasing but not giving you what you needed just yet.

You whined, pressing back against his touch. “ Please… I need you. Stop teasing. “

“ You sure you’re ready to take me? “ — he chuckled darkly, rubbing slow circles around your entrance, his other hand squeezing your hip to hold you in place. “ Impatient little thing. “ — he mused before finally pushing two fingers inside you.

Your moaned instantly, the stretch just enough to make your back arch. He worked you open, thrusting his fingers at a slow, torturous pace, curling them just right to make you clench around him.

“ Y-Yunho— “

“ I know baby, fuck you’re so tight for me. “

When he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers out, making you whimper at the loss. You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance.

“ This might be your last chance to back out, pretty. “ — He said, his tip rubbing over your wetness.

“ Please Yunho… “ — you whined, impatient.

With one slow thrust, he pushed inside, stretching you open inch by inch. Your hands clenched the sheets, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp at how full he made you feel.

It caused you to feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.

Damn, it has been awhile.

“ Fuck, Y/N… “ — he gritted out, pausing to let you adjust, his fingers digging into your hips.

You pushed back slightly, needing more, and Yunho groaned at the way you clenched around him.

“ You’re gonna be the death of me. “ — he murmured before pulling out almost completely, then slamming back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“ F-Faster… Please Yunho… “

And he didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed himself deeper in a faster pace, making your face fall flat into the pillows as you nearly screamed his name.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the dimly lit room, each thrust making your body jolt against the mattress.

You chanted his name like some kind of spell, your mind blurry as your body was floating from the pleasure, your fingers digging into the sheets, trying to ground yourself as his pace became relentless.

His hand slid down your spine before gripping the back of your neck, forcing your chest down while keeping your ass raised high for him. The new angle made his cock hit deeper, right against that spot that had you choking on a moan.

“ There it is. “ - he groaned, rolling his hips in a way that had your toes curling. “ You feel that, baby? “

You could only nod frantically, your body trembling from the intensity of it all. Your orgasm was building quickly and Yunho could tell by the way you desperately clenched on him.

“ You’re close, aren’t you pretty? “ — he groaned, his fingers sneaking between your legs to circle your clit. “ Wanna come all over my cock? “

“ Y-Yes. “ — you gasped, your thighs shaking. “ Please, I’m so close— “

Yunho smirked, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper, chasing both of your highs.

“ Come for me, baby. “ he rasped, his fingers pressing harder against your clit. “ Come all over me, come on. “

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching around him as pleasure shot through every nerve in your body. You cried out his name, your body going completely rigid before melting beneath him.

“ Oh God— “ — Yunho groaned, his hips stuttering as your tightness sent him over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times before pulling out quickly, storking himself above you, spilling his release on your back with a guttural moan.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, both of you coming down from the high.

Your mind blank, your body fucked just the way it needed to be as you let yourself fall down on the bed.

Yunho stood up from the bed, opening the dark bathroom door at the very corner of the room, coming back with a paper roll, cleaning your back from the mess he made.

You rolled on your back staring at the ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing back to normal.

“ You okay? “ — Yunho asked, laying beside you, kissing your shoulder.

You nodded, eyes heavy to keep open. “ Yeah… more than okay. “

Yunho let out a satisfied hum, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as the warmth between you lingered. The room smelled of sweat and sex, but there was an undeniable comfort in the silence that followed.

You turned your head slightly to look at him. Even in the dim lighting, Yunho looked like he belonged here — with you, in this bed, in this moment. His chest rose and fell steadily, the aftershocks of pleasure still evident in the way his muscles twitched.

For a brief moment, reality began creeping back in. The weight of what you had just done settled over you like a thin veil, but you refused to let it suffocate you. You had spent so long feeling unwanted, untouched — aching for something you weren’t allowed to have. And now? Yunho had given it to you without hesitation.

You reached out, fingers grazing over his jawline. “ Thank you. “

He blinked, turning his head to meet your gaze. “ For what? “

“ For making me happy. “

Yunho chuckled. “ Anytime, pretty. “

You leaned in, pressing your lips softly to his. It wasn’t like the feverish kisses from before, desperate and urgent — it was slower, almost tender. Yunho responded just as gently, his fingers tightening around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“ Stay. “ — he murmured, barely above a whisper.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers tightening against his skin. “ I don’t think I can. “

Yunho’s jaw clenched slightly, but he nodded, like he already expected that answer. “ Then let me hold you. Just for tonight. “

Your eyes burned, but you didn’t fight him as he pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a promise.

For now this was enough.

But you absolutely weren’t ready for what the morning ahead brought.

Once you woke up, your head was pounding like someone were hitting it with a hammer. You groaned, stretching across the bed, your body sore, muscles still tired and barely able to move on command.

You opened your eyes, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking around the room your brain didn’t remember as the usual one you would wake up in.

The memories from last night quickly filled the empty gaps in your head making your eyes widen in realization.

You cheated on Hongjoong.

With a complete stranger.

At the club.

You’re still at the club.

Alone.

Because the moment you looked around, bed was empty and no trace of the Yunho you met last night to be seen.

You would be lying if you didn’t feel your heart breaking in your chest because he left you all alone after last night like this. But, seriously, what were you expecting?

It was a one night stand and a bad decision made in a rush of lust and alcohol.

You’re still a married woman.

Your fingers went over your ring finger only to realize there wasn’t any ring on it anymore.

That’s when the panic shot through your whole body, and as it was on fire, you jumped up from the bed on your unsteady legs, frantically searching the messy sheets for the golden diamond ring — the only thing you had never taken off in the past five years.

Frustrated tears escaped your eyes as you continued searching all over the room for it only to be left disappointed.

It’s not possible that it could slip off from your finger — because it never had — it was made for you and your finger size only.

You decided to calm down, thinking that eventually it will pop up somewhere around. Maybe asking the club owner wouldn’t be a bad idea too — what if the cleaning staff found it somewhere on the dance floor?

You collected your stuff from the floor, realizing that your panties had been ripped by Yunho last night.

“Fuck.” — you cursed, hoping that the dress would cover anything inappropriate so you could go out.

Doing a random double take at the table that was by the door, you realized that your bag and jacket were right there, along with your phone.

Of course, it was left at the table you were with your friends at — but how did it end up here in the room?

Was it Yunho who brought it up while you were sleeping?

You rushed toward it, searching inside your coat and bag for the ring but still found nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sighed in relief that it turned on with only 10% of battery.

There were possibly hundreds of messages from your friends, and this would probably require a lot of explanations to cover up.

But what made your heart sink down to your feet were the two following messages that appeared on your screen.

Hongjoong : You’re not home? Where are you? I’m home 4:56am

Unknown number : Good morning pretty <3 I’m sure you’ve found all your stuff by now and if you’re still searching for your ring I think you should find me first ;) Yunho 8:33am

Fucked indeed.