Fan Service [Yunho]

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Yunho took a deep breath and then rested his chin against the top of my head. "You called Bo?" he asked, sounding disappointed in my continued lack of faith in him.

"No..." I began before pulling out my phone to prove that I hadn't reached out first...as if it mattered.

He didn't read through them, though, and instead dropped my phone to hold me tighter. "I should've told you what was going on," he sighed, blaming himself.

"I should've known you had a reason for it..." I admitted.

Beneath my cheek, I could hear his heart. It was warm and soft, and I nearly fell asleep leaning against him.

"When is he coming?" Yunho asked.

"Huh?" I asked, my eyes already falling.

Yunho was smiling when I sleepily looked up at him. He almost looked proud. "When is Bo coming?"

It took everything in me to remember. "By breakfast."

"Okay," he nodded, understanding this wasn't a situation we could simply snap away. "I'll set an alarm for 7, then."

I yawned and pulled the comforter up just as Yunho started to lie down again, guiding me with him. "Okay."

I didn't pull away or even try to avoid cuddling tonight. I gave in to that innate human need to be held for once in my life. Yunho's arms tightened around me, one hand stabilized against my shoulder while the either held my head and then smoothed down my back.

I was drifting between conscious and unconscious again when he spoke, almost as if he didn't expect me to hear it, "I hope one day you'll trust me, Char."

I was asleep before I could answer.

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Despite Yunho setting an alarm, we woke up to aggressive pounding on the door. They scared me at first, causing a slight struggle to breathe, but when they called my name, I knew it wasn't my parents.

"Wait here," I told Yunho as I crawled out of bed to answer the door.

Yunho looked like he wanted to help or be beside me in case things went wrong, but he stayed back, observing my every move as I turned the doorknob and let Bo inside.

He stormed in, in a blaze, and took note of my packed bag and my pajamas before spotting Yunho in bed. He glared and grit his teeth, his hands going into tight fists.

"How did you get our room number?" I asked. "I would've come down to meet you."

He shook his head in Yunho's direction and grabbed the handle of my suitcase. "Let's go, Charlie. You're not spending another night letting that asshole use you."

"Bo," I grabbed my bag back. "It's really not like that. He just..."

"Used you for a fuck? Because we saw the videos, Charlie. He's dating someone else but coming here because you're an easier lay, right?"