Pick-Up Lines | Yong Hoon x Reader (18+)

2 | Attraction

(more neck flexes cause why not)

You had always loved his neck, you just never had admitted it. Shaking your head, you asked yourself what had suddenly gotten into you. All you hoped for was for the water to wake you up and let you focus again. You entered the kitchen.

You thanked him when he handed you a glass of cold water. After you had downed it, you still didn't think clearly.

"I don't think we'll get to finish this today. My mom wants me to be home by eight for dinner," you admitted. It was already half eight. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

For a moment he blinked at you, then he grinned. You already knew what that expression meant.

YH: "I mean...hopefully you...," he mumbled.

When you playfully lifted your hand as if to smack him, he held up both hands in surrender and giggled.

YH: "Okay! I don't have plans, alright?"

"That's literally all you had to say," you let out, shaking your head at him.

YH: "Y/n. Be honest for once. You like my pick-up lines," he urged you.

You laughed ironically.

YH: "Deep down, you do."

"You drive me insane," you said.

YH: "That wasn't a no!" he yelled in success, putting down his glass. "Come on. What's so bad about me? What wrong have I ever done to you?"

You were taken aback by his sudden question. What wrong had he done to you? He had never been rude, only his goofy, sex-obsessed self. You glanced at his face. His eyes were waiting for an answer, hands crossed above his chest.

"I'm just not very fond of boys after my ex cheated-" you began.

YH: "Seriously? You compare me to your ex-boyfriend?" he asked, genuinely offended.

It was true, he was nothing like your ex. Much funnier, to begin with.

"I'm not comparing you! I guess I just don't want to get involved with a guy any time soon," you admitted.

YH: "It's not like I want to get married to you!" he argued.

"Wow, thanks," you laughed at his defensiveness. "What do you want, then?"

He tilted his head at your question as if saying "Are you serious?". Suddenly, he took a step towards you, startling you. Your body backed up against the counter, hands gripping the hard material as he studied your face.

YH: "You know exactly what I want," he breathed out.

His face was so close to yours, you could feel the air from his lungs on your skin. It made your heartbeat restlessly. His hand went under your chin as if telling you. It was you, he wanted. You waited for his lips, but they never touched yours. He was waiting for your reaction. You realized he wasn't going to kiss you without your consent. The boy wasn't just determined, he also had one hell lot of self-control. Unlike you.

You closed the space between the two of you, lips colliding. Kissing him felt like triggering an avalanche of built-up frustration and emotions that had only been waiting to break free. His hands grabbed your sides roughly. He finally had what he wanted.

In agreement, he let out a low sound when you pushed your body against his, chests touching. His tongue swiped over your lip, and you opened your mouth instantly. He tasted of bubble gum and smelled of cologne. His hands were even more eager than his mind, exploring your hips and waist, tugging at your clothes impatiently. You felt as if a ton-heavy weight was slowly lifting off you as you relaxed against his controlling touch and dominant kisses.

He was right. Sex wouldn't hurt your feelings. Not like your ex-boyfriend had. But your thoughts of him washed away in a blink when the boy in front of you pulled away and turned his attention to your neck. Your breath was shaky when he kissed you roughly, his teeth scraping against your skin. For a moment you let your head hang back, closing your eyes. His lips were soft but so passionate at the same time.

When your eyes opened, they fell onto the clock above the fridge. It was five minutes to eight. Your eyes widened in shock.

"Wait, hold on," you mumbled, softly tugging at his shirt.

The look he gave you resembled a puppy whose food had been taken away.

"I gotta get home, or else my mom kills me. She wants to have a family dinner. I'm sorry."

He pouted but nodded hesitantly. You wished you could've just been that rebel that ignored their parents for once. But that's not who you were.

YH: "But you'll come over again tomorrow, right?" he asked, hope in his look as he showed you the way to the door.

"Yeah. To finish the project," you emphasized.

YH: "Sure," he grinned, rolling his eyes.

For the first time, you couldn't blame him for thinking about sex now.

"I mean it! We're not even halfway through, especially the presentation is not even close to finishing. We still need to write the entire text and draw the map. It'll never work out," you suddenly started to worry.

Tomorrow was your last day and you had to spend it working with a boy that was sexually frustrated because of you. Which you, by the way, were as well.

YH: "I'll work on it tonight, maybe I get to finish it," he said, completely calm.

"If you finish the project tonight I'm the princess of China," you joked.

"And you'd let me have what I want?" he asked, unfazed.

Let him have what he wanted. You laughed at him. There was no way he could finish the project by himself, in that short time. But a boy can dream.

"Yeah, sure," you said, already out the door. "Bye. See you tomorrow."