my best friend | yungi

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EVERYTHING HERE IS FICTIONAL.
i don't own ateez or any other idol characters mentioned here. i have used made up characters and if they are real people it is a coincidence.

playlist:

merry go - dpr ian
eta - new jeans
killin' me good - jihyo
round&round - nct u

a/n
I'm screaming. ufkcurkcufkcykfcufkcufuck

a few pointers before this book starts:
- lgbt themes
- mingi pov

also i'm a real amateur when it comes to tagging so:
- sexual content(?) somewhat in this chapter

enjoy the show.

Everyone likes Yunho. Like, like like him. It's like they all have a crush on him or something, boy or girl alike.

And it's not like they're wrong either, Yunho is absolutely amazing. He is talented in so many aspects, straight A's for all his studies, a little goofy and most of all, an absolute cutie and the sexiest mother fucker I've ever seen. Now, I have seen Emma Watson IRL, but if yunho stood next to her, it'll look like a normal human being compared to Yunho.

Being close to him, like just being a seatmate or much less, meeting him in the bathroom, is something to fight for. I'm willing to bet some hard cash that if there were try outs to be his best friend, this goddamn school would turn into a total war zone. Girls pulling out their explosive missle tampons, or whatever the fuck those plastic tubes with cotton inside are used for, and I imagine other boys drenched in each other's blood. Typical high school.

Even standing next to the Jeong Yunho in line at lunch was like a literal competition. Thankfully, that's my role.

We line up like a bunch of normal people, unlike all those animals drooling stupidly behind us. All eyes boring holes into the back of my head as we shuffle forward.

There's this pesky bitch that keeps trying to cut behind me and I swear to god I will beat–– I feel a soft tap on my shoulder.

Yunho looks at me with his yes all sparkly and it takes all my willpower to not collapse on the spot from his cuteness. "Could you grab those chips there for me?" Yunho asks me innocently with a bright smile. Being the idiot I am, I immediately complied with his wishes. There was never once where I'd felt the need to say "No" to Yunho, which resulted me stretching an extra inch forward and grabbing the original flavour of Lays chips just for him. I swore i saw that bitch slide in just slightly at the corner of my eye.

"Here," I say, turning around and passing the bag of chips to Yunho.

Lo and behold, that little bitch was right there, but Yunho decides lean forward and effectively squishing petite little Jiwoo between our giant ass builds as he towers over her.

It's like he doesn't care at all, whether he's making me or that girl uncomfortable(not like we're both complaining). He gets so close, lips brushing gently against my temple, ignoring the pressure Jiwoo placed onto his tummy to push him away.

he took a quiet breath, whispering just loud enough for the both of us to hear, "Thanks baby, you're the best."

What. The. Fuck.

I probably look like a goddamn idiot, my brain short circuiting for a hot minute before I splutter in embarrassment, "N-no problem."

I am a weak, weak, weak man. Just the word 'baby' by itself had erupted something within me, what the hell. Oh, but the way he said it literally— oh my god. My legs almost gave out. Shit, maybe if I said "No" more often to this puppy of a man, I wouldn't have needed to clutch onto this stupid lunch counter for support. Save to say, Jiwoo slipped away, but I definitely need to finish this dry ass burger and run to the bathroom and fucking relieve myself of tears? Anger? Horniness? I don't know anymore.

There's no fucking way I'm starting to grow hot down there right now, but with how my jeans feel so tight and uncomfortable, I don't think I can focus on afternoon classes like this.

We're sitting outside of the cafeteria in the school yard, shit burgers half eaten, crumbs everywhere on the grass and laughing away. It's nearing the end of the school year and thankfully our last period teacher, Ms Kim, is kind enough to give us free time to hangout with friends and what not. Everyone around us making a ruckus, throwing paperplanes across the classroom and cheering when Ms Kim joins the girls, going against the boys.

Surprisingly, Yunho decided to settle down from the show down, sitting next to me like the perfect human being(dog) he is. I stay in my seat by the back, unwilling to stand up and probably get caught by some moron who likes staring at crotches. My eyes refuse to meet Yunho's. I can't look at him properly after what happened at lunch. I know it was a joke, but I'm been overthinking it way too much for it to not be a joke.

Before I knew it, I was getting dragged out of my seat, cutting through the battlefield of wild paper planes. I blink once and I'm cooped up in the toilet, my back hitting against the stall door painfully.

"Ouch, Yunho what the fuck?"

Yunho doesn't look like he can even say one coherent sentence without looking like a total psycho. "Are you alright with this?" He asked, breathing ragged and borderline pinning me against the flat surface.

My heart is racing and cheeks growing hot. "Ah- w-what?" What's with me stuttering so much today? But with his face so close to mine, I think I'm the one with the short circuiting brain. "Why are we here? W-why are you so-"

Yunho rolls his eyes at me mid sentence. In a split second, a hand is settled around the waistband of my jeans. I can see the hesitation in his big eyes but I didn't expect him to blurt out the next sentence.

"I'm going to suck your dick, dumbass. Must be uncomfortable with that since lunch, no?"

My mouth hangs wide open and words don't leave my mouth, but it looked like Yunho had understood my lack of speech perfectly.

"You have a fuckin boner, bozo." Maybe not.

But with how the situation was currently headed, fuck it. I let my hand rest on top of his, using my other to grip the base of his neck and bring his face closer to mine. A breath width's apart, I ask, "How do you know?"

"It's not that hard to notice, ya know? Especially when-"

"Have you been looking down there then?" Where was all this confidence coming from? I can feel my own hand move to lace our fingers together before my head could even catch up.

Yunho's so perfect, even teasing him slightly doesn't make him falter. In fact, it made him appear bolder. He stares dead into my eyes, his hand returning the bruising grip, sending tingles down my spine, getting straight to the point, "Do you want me to help or not?"

I nod eagerly at that. It's not like I have a damn choice anyways, I don't want to go back to class with this uncomfortable bitch, nor do i want to jerk off pathetically in the toilet myself. Worse, things get awkward between us if i decline Yunho's offering.

"Alright. Just stand there and look pretty for me," Yunho mumbled whilst getting down onto his knees, unbuttoning the metal button on my jeans. His wide, innocent(or is it) eyes, cheeks dusted in light pink as he glances up, giving me a nod.

This can't be real.

I'm just glad our bathroom stalls are actually clean and the floor not stained by some asshole's miss-aimed poop shot. I'd rather die than to get his precious knees dirtied from doing this shit that only benefits me.

Holy fuck.

I...

Everyone knows Yunho, but not like how I do.

It's just a matter of self control at this point.