𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

||Say no to this||

Warnings: Yunho being a dick, Lord forgive me for I have sinned, this story wasn't supposed to include full-fledged smut but I guess it does now. Enjoy :)

The ride home after practice entered her top three most uncomfortable rides home in her books, right after the time she took the wheel while Mingi was passed out drunk in the backseat, right after throwing up on her recently bought shoes. Still, it felt better than the rest of practice with San and Yunho; to her, that evening was a literal nightmare.

She barely managed to look Yunho in the eyes, let alone San, who she thought must've had nerves of steel to continue teaching them as if nothing had happened before. She thought Yunho was weird too, but maybe it was just her conscience playing tricks on her. When she looked at him, she felt oddly guilty. Guilty of what? She couldn't really tell. She just needed to get back home safely and relax, maybe relieve some tension... or just have dinner and go straight to sleep, that was probably the better option.

She bolted out of the car and went straight to her apartment. She knew San wasn't back yet because his car wasn't in his assigned parking spot: nothing sounded worse than facing him at that moment.

Her heartbeat finally steadied as she was back in the safety of her own home. The digital clock on the coffee table signaled that it was almost dinner time, which meant she had all the time to shower and make herself something to eat. However, what she failed to consider was that someone came ringing the doorbell as soon as she was done showering.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized it was probably San.

She had little to no time to think as she put on her underwear, a pair of leggings, and a random t-shirt and reached for the peephole at the door, careful not to make too much noise. Maybe, if she was very quiet...

Oh, who am I kidding my parking spot is literally next to his, she thought.

Eventually, she looked through the peephole.

At that moment, she slapped her own hand on her mouth so hard that Jeong Yunho, who was definitely the man standing at her doorstep, had definitely heard it.

She let out a sigh as she opened the door and made eye contact with him: maybe it was his stern face, maybe it was the way his chest was rising up and down from fatigue- he probably ran up the stairs to breathe like that- but she felt a chill go up to her spine and her neck.

"What are you doing here? I know you didn't just follow me like a creep" she asked, checking around to see if anyone else was on the floor. Luckily, it seemed that no one was there.

"I guess I wanted to take the long way home. We need to talk" he said, then pushed through her and entered the apartment.

"Make yourself at home?"

"I'm not in the mood, Haru" he snarled "What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh..."

"I saw you two back in the practice room"

Immediately she froze in place and closed the door behind her. Panic shot from her brain through her veins, her mouth went dry, her hands clammy as she nervously fidgeted with the door's handle.

"Don't try to bullshit your way out of this"

His tone was so harsh she was almost sure she would've ended up crying, but she listened anyway.

"I saw you kissing San. Your teacher, our choreographer, just in case you had forgotten"

"He kissed me first" she murmured "And it's not like I stopped him," she said, this time with more confidence. Soon, the panic was replaced by rage: it seemed to have become the standard emotion when she was with him. And to think that just a few hours before she felt like they had finally reached a peace...