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A loud and shrill squawk from the parrot perched in the corner of Outlaw Customs filled the car garage as you stepped inside the small establishment.
"Customer!" It screeched, announcing your presence for you.
Jongho, who was buffing out wax on the police car that always sat in the garage, lifted his head, a friendly smile breaking out across his soft features.
"Yunho, your favorite customer is here!" He called.
The sound of tools clattering to the ground in the back room echoed through the car port before the door swung open revealing the tall, dark-haired man, clad in navy coveralls, his face smudged with oil.
"Y/n." He grinned. "What are you doing here?"
"Wooyoung sent me to bring you guys some cash from last night's victory."
"San won again?" Jongho asked with mild astonishment while checking the car for any spots he might have missed.
"He sure did." You dropped a satchel of cash onto the hood of the vehicle.
"Hey, hey. I just waxed that." Jongho scolded.
You gave a sheepish smile followed by a chuckle, relocating the bag to a worn coffee table. "My bad."
"So, you were hanging out with the troublemakers?" Yunho inquired.
"I got bored at home and went to see one of San's fights. Wooyoung saw me there and chased me down afterwards to get me to deliver this to you."
You decided to leave out the part where he said, "I know you have a crush on Yunho, so why don't you just take this cash to Outlaw Customs for me?"
"If you were bored you could've hung out here with me." Yunho mentioned, making Jongho stifle a laugh.
Yunho's jealousy and neediness was beginning to make an appearance, though you seemed to be oblivious to it.
"You guys are busy working on cars, I didn't want to get in the way."
"You wouldn't have been in the way." He assured you.
"Yeah and we don't get many customers anyway." Jongho added. "It gets lonely around here and we can't exactly have a conversation with a parrot."
On cue, their feathered friend squawked from its perch.
"Alright. I'll just come over here and start harassing you guys from now on."
"Yunho would like that." Jongho snickered.
The older mechanic cleared his throat loudly, shooting daggers at the younger man that was currently holding back a smug grin.
Yunho dug through the duffel bag with raised brows and wide eyes.
"Must've had a big crowd tonight." He commented aloud, sifting through the wads of cash before retrieving a couple bundles and tossing them to you. "Here."
You managed to grab them at the last second, nearly dropping the bills.
"What? This is yours though."
"You deserve a cut too."
"For what?"
"Delivering it."
You huffed out a breathy chuckle. "I didn't exactly go out of my way to do it."
"You should take that with you." Jongho spoke up, siding with Yunho. "You've helped us out a lot. You deserve a cut too."
You knew not to argue with them, as neither would allow you to leave without taking some of that cash.
Jongho moved over to close the giant garage door, pulling on the ropes that controlled it and lowered it to the ground.
"Well," He sighed. "I'm gonna call it a night. Yunho, you staying?"
"For a little while."
"Alright." Jongho grabbed his bag from the back room as well as his apartment keys, stopping to coax the colorful parrot onto his shoulder before bidding the both of you goodbye.
Jongho lived right across the street in a small apartment complex with Yunho, so he didn't have very far to walk.
"So..." You began, turning to Yunho expectantly.
"So..." He repeated, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coveralls.
"How are plans for infiltrating Prestige coming along?"
"They're still at a halt."
"Ah." You nodded. "That's the last I heard."
"Yeah. We've gotta lay low for a bit so they don't suspect anything." He sighed softly. "I feel bad for that kid, though."
"Right." You nodded knowingly. "Is he doing alright?"
"Yeah. He's worried about his brother, though."
"I would be too if I were in his position."
A young boy came to the Black Pirates' hideout a few months back after the group's last big plan to help free some of the people of Strictland. They successfully broke people from their trances by using breakers and one of the freed citizens was a little boy that attended Prestige Academy. He mentioned that his brother was freed as well but that he needed help. He showed great concern for his older sibling and wanted something to be done before students at Prestige caught on and figured out he had regained his emotions.
This lined up perfectly, seeing as the boys wanted to make a big move against the government of Strictland and what better way than to attack the academy and free a bunch of young students?
The only issue was, the guys have been on standby for six months now. Of course, it was all for safety reasons. They had to space out their attacks, lest they draw more attention to themselves. The last thing you wanted was for one of them to be captured—especially Yunho.
"I'm worried." You sighed out.
"About what?"
"About you guys. The raid on Prestige is a big one."
"We'll be fine."
"Will you?"
"Yes." He nodded. "It's not like we haven't risked our lives before. We've been lucky enough to make it out safely every time."
"What if your luck runs out? I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."
Your throat immediately closed up, your eyes going wide at your own words.
"I mean, you guys. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you guys."
Judging by the way Yunho's brows quirked upwards, your attempt to backpedal was a failure.
"You care about me that much, huh?" A hint of amusement laced his tone.
"I didn't... that slipped out. Sorry."
"It's fine. Honestly, every time we go on these missions I think about you. You always cross my mind at least once. I have to make sure I make it out safely so I can come back to you."
"Come back to me?"
He nodded. "If I got captured and couldn't see you again, I don't know what I'd do."
You swallowed.
Was this a confession? It sure seemed like one. Though he could just be telling you that you mean a lot to him.
"Well then, you'd better come back to me once these plans are off hold."
He chuckled softly. "I'll do my best."
"You guys are very brave."
"So are you. You've helped us plaster posters around Strictland and have been chased through the streets by android guardians."
"Yeah, but I'm not infiltrating secret hideouts or sneaking into academies like you all."
"What you do is just as important." He assured you earnestly, his serious gaze boring into you.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
You cracked a small smile, glancing down at your feet shyly while messing with your nails. "Thanks."
A beat of silence passed before you lifted your head. The boys were on standby but that could change tomorrow and something could happen to Yunho. Then what? He could get his emotions taken away—or worse. The android guardians could kill him and he would never know how you felt about him.
"Yunho?" Your voice came out weaker than you intended.
"Yes?"
"You mentioned that you always think about me when you're out on dangerous missions. What exactly did you mean by that?"
You decided to ask him directly instead of dancing around the topic. With the world you lived in, there was no time to be putting things off and hinting around in hopes that the other person would catch on.
"Ah." Yunho's ears turned red seconds after the question left your mouth.
"Sorry." You murmured. "I just need to know in case I'm reading into things too much."
"Well..." He trailed off, pulling on his fingerless gloves. "That was my way of saying I like you."
Your posture straightened at his answer, your body language reflecting the way his response made you feel.
"So, you do like me?"
He chuckled, taking a step towards you.
"Would you like me to repeat it?"
"Yeah that might be nice."
Yunho now stood directly in front of you, his head tilted to the side.
"I like you." He repeated, his voice low but pronunciation clear.
So you weren't reading into things too much. He felt the same way as you.
Yunho's large hands slid around to hold your waist, his warm palms making a light rush of excitement tickle your tummy. You suppressed a shiver and threw your arms around his broad shoulders, coaxing him closer. Your eyes were glued to his face, taking in every detail of it, noticing the way his gaze dropped down to your lips while he licked his own, wetting them in preparation for what was to come.
The beating of your heart sped up as the space between your faces diminished little by little. To your dismay, Yunho stopped moving closer just as the tip of his nose brushed yours.
He had already lit a fire within you that begged to be fueled by his lips latching to yours, and just when you were about to get what you wanted, he stopped.
"Why?" Was all you managed to say.
"Are you okay with this?" He inquired softly, his breath fanning against your cheeks.
"I'm more than okay with it. Now, kiss me."
Instead of giving him the time to close the very narrow gap between your faces, you pulled him forward, your impatience taking control.
Yunho grunted softly at the impact, his hands squeezing your waist in response while pulling you closer. Sure, his hands had grease smudges on them and his coveralls were more than likely covered in grime, but you didn't care. His lips were pressed firmly against yours, moving in a passionate manner while keeping a steady pace. The kiss was full of longing as the both of you poured all your emotions into this moment, holding onto each other like your lives depended on it.
Yunho was quick to deepen the kiss, tilting his head to the side to slot your mouths closer together as his kisses became more sloppy and impatient. His breaths came out in sharp exhales through his nose while he boldly nipped at your bottom lip.
He moved forward, causing you to take a step backwards. Your backside bumped against the front of the car parked in the middle of the garage making your breath hitch in surprise.
Yunho's large form covered yours as he leaned over you, not breaking away from the kiss. You moved in sync, leaning back and allowing him to press you against the hood of the car. Your legs separated, allowing him to slot himself between them to get closer to you. Your fingers moved up to his dark hair, carding your fingers through it while lightly dragging the ends of your nails against his scalp. He groaned softly against your lips in response to your actions.
His sounds only egged you on as you brought your hands down to the nape of his neck to play with the longer hair at the back, twirling a strand around your index finger every so often. Yunho's lips parted ways with yours, allowing you a few moments to catch your breath before he attached his mouth to your jawline, stealing the air in your lungs once again. Your head leaned back, allowing him more access as his hands fumbled to find yours, pinning your wrists to the hood of the car as he ravaged your neck.
His name slipped from your parted lips in a blissful sigh, the sound like music to his ears and fuel to the fire that burned inside of him. You let out a tiny squeak when he boldly nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck. Yunho had always been so sweet, goofy, and sometimes even a little clumsy. Now, he was devouring you, showering your lips, neck, and jawline with heated open-mouthed kisses that had your mind clouded.
When Yunho could no longer deny himself oxygen, he pulled away with half-lidded eyes, swollen lips, and pink cheeks. He released your wrists, propping himself over your form which was still laid against the car hood. The both of you were panting and huffing, trying to catch your breath while gazing blissfully at each other.
"That was..." You began breathlessly, unable to find the right word to describe what you had just experienced.
"Intense." Yunho finished for you.
"That's one way to describe it." You chuckled softly, reaching up to run your fingers through Yunho's messy hair, smoothing out the strands that stuck out.
"So, does this make us an item?" He inquired with a cheeky smirk.
"It does." You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, reminiscing on the moments you shared just seconds prior.
Yunho couldn't help but get giddy at the thought of being able to call you his girlfriend.
"Now that we're a couple, you have no choice but to come back to me." You mentioned with a smirk.
"I'd come back to you regardless." He assured you, the sentiment making your heart flutter.
It was then that a look of realization flashed across Yunho's features.
"Jongho is gonna kill us when he finds out we laid all over the hood of the freshly waxed car." He chuckled.
"Who cares?" You grinned, tugging him back down to your lips.
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"Car giving you trouble again?"
"Yeah." You sighed, throwing a glance back at the piece of junk sitting in front of Outlaw Customs, the neon light from the sign outside shining down on the horrendous paint job on the hunk of metal like a giant spotlight, bringing attention to the eyesore.
Living on the outskirts of Strictland wasn't easy. It's where the people who didn't want to play by the government's rules lived since this city was out of their jurisdiction. Getting money wasn't easy, therefore buying a decent car wasn't easy, neither was getting a decent paint job. Whoever owned your current hunk of junk previously had given it the worst paint job you'd seen in your entire life. If you didn't know any better you'd say they used a can of spray paint on it, which would explain the uneven coating and the ugly matte finish.
"What seems to be the problem?" Jongho inquired, stepping out of the shop to examine the car.
"Besides all the cosmetic issues, it's started making a weird noise when I'm driving."
"Does it happen when you're applying the breaks or turning the wheel?"
"No. I could be driving on a straight road and it'll start making this awful sound."
"Maybe I should drive it and see if I can figure out what the problem is."
"That'd be great." You pulled the keys from your pocket and dropped them into his open palm.
"Yunho, I'm going for a test drive!" He called out to his friend whom he worked with.
Moments later came a muffled, "Okay!" from underneath the cop car that always seemed to be parked in the garage.
It was then you noticed a long pair of legs sticking out from underneath the back end of the vehicle.
"Jeez! Yunho, I didn't even realize you were there." You clutched your chest.
The tall brunette pushed himself out from underneath the car, his cheeks covered in grime and oil smudges.
"Sorry, Y/n." He chuckled.
"Alright." Jongho twirled your keys around his finger. "I'm headed out."
You followed behind him to the rickety piece of metal that hardly qualified as a car.
"You're tagging along?" He inquired after noticing you trailing behind him.
"Of course I am. For all I know you could crash my car into a ditch and, while I despise this piece of junk, it's all I have."
Jongho let out a snort. "Alright then."
He hopped into the drivers seat while you made yourself comfortable on the opposite side. After a couple attempts to crank the car, Jongho managed to start the engine.
"Told you it's a piece of junk." You commented, earning a small chuckle from him as he pulled away from the shop.
Jongho kept one hand on the wheel as he drove down the vacant streets, his eyes focused on the road ahead while he listened for any strange noises from the car's engine. Your gaze stayed glued to his relaxed form, finding the way he drove with only one hand extremely attractive.
The streetlights gave a dull glow to the interior of the vehicle, flashing along Jongho's features as he drove past each lamp post. You stayed quiet, keeping your eyes glued to the man beside you. Ever since you met Jongho, you felt an attraction to him. It was small at first, superficial maybe, seeing as the first thing that caught your attention were his visuals. However, as you got to know him you fell for more than just his looks. You fell for things like his witty sense of humor, his sweet side that he didn't always let his friends see, and his powerful singing voice that left you speechless.
"You're staring." He commented with a faint smirk playing at his lips.
Your body stiffened, which he seemed to notice without even having to look at you.
He chuckled.
"How..." You couldn't even get the sentence out.
"I can feel when people are staring. It's like a sixth sense. Don't you have it?"
"Sometimes." You responded meekly.
He chuckled lowly, amused by your bashful behavior.
The awkward tension in the vehicle was stifling, however Jongho was cool as a cucumber—as usual. He never appeared nervous about anything and if he ever felt even a shred of fear or anxiety, he would never let anyone know it. That's one of the many things you loved about him. In fact, you found his nonchalant way of behaving very attractive. Nothing ever seemed to bother him—except bugs. He hated bugs.
A familiar and unpleasant sound came from the engine, grabbing your attention and pulling you back to the task at hand.
"That's the noise." You mentioned, pointing towards the troublesome engine.
Jongho nodded. "That sounds rough."
"I know."
"How long has it been doing this?"
"About three days."
"Why didn't you bring it to me sooner?" He asked, momentarily turning to you with a concerned expression.
"I thought it was one of those things that just happened once and then went away."
Jongho chuckled, shaking his head softly.
"It's never one of those things."
"Noted."
"I'll drive a little more and see if I can get it to make that noise again. It sounds like it might be the crank shaft. It'll make a knocking noise if it's not working properly."
You nodded. "Thanks for checking the car out."
"It's my job." He shrugged.
"Still, I appreciate it. I know you and Yunho are the only two mechanics in the city, but you're the only ones I trust to work on my car, even if it is totally worthless."
"Well, you're welcome."
Jongho continued to drive through the city while you kept to yourself for the most part and made sure to keep the talking to a minimum so he could listen for that knocking noise again, not wanting to disturb him.
"You're quiet." Jongho noted aloud.
"You're doing your job right now. I'm just being quiet so you can listen for that sound again."
"You can still talk." He turned to flash you a warm smile, chuckling afterward. "This silence is killing me."
You returned the smile, settling back into the seat and turning your gaze to the road.
"So, when are you two gonna fix up that cop car?" You inquired, striking up a conversation.
"Eventually."
You chuckled. "It's been sitting in the garage for months now."
"We've been busy." He shrugged.
"Doing what? No offense but Outlaw Customs isn't exactly bustling with customers."
"I can't tell you. It's top secret."
"Of course." You laughed, not taking him seriously in the slightest.
"It really is." He defended, his tone light, but carrying a seriousness with it.
"If it really is top secret, why are you even making me aware of it? Wouldn't it be better if I was unaware of the whole thing completely?"
Jongho's expression dropped in realization.
You fell into laughter. "I'm just messing with you. If it's top secret, it's top secret, I won't force you to tell me."
Jongho seemed to be taking the situation seriously, but you didn't think this "top secret" thing was as big of a deal as he was making it out to be.
"So, what have you been up to?" Jongho asked, changing the subject.
"Not much. I've been staying at home most days. I did go to Chili Peppers a couple nights ago. You know, that cowboy guy's face is plastered everywhere."
"Yeah. I've seen it. The posters are all over the city."
"What do you think they want with him?"
"I don't know." Jongho murmured, his eyes glued to the road. "But it can't be good."
"You think he's one of those guys in that group that rebels against the government?" You questioned.
Jongho stiffened at your inquiry, which you almost didn't notice.
"He might be." He responded.
Just then, the knocking noise from your engine sounded, putting an end to your conversation, much to Jongho's relief.
"Well, there it is again." He mentioned.
"Yep." You sighed out.
Jongho promptly pulled off to side of the road, putting the car in park.
"Well," He began, turning towards you. "Now that we know what the problem is, I think we can take it back to the shop. I should be able to get it fixed in a couple days."
"That's great." You nodded, moving to face him, your eyes scanning his features for longer than you intended.
"You're staring again." He mentioned.
"Sorry." You murmured.
It's hard not to. Your inner thoughts added.
"What is it that's so intriguing about me, hm?"
You could see a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he asked the question.
"Nothing." You cleared your throat and turned your head towards the window. "We should probably get back to Outlaw Customs."
"Not just yet." Jongho's fingers were placed under your chin and turned your head back towards him.
You swallowed, your cheeks set flame by his bold actions. Again, Jongho never got flustered by anything and to see him so unaffected in this situation was very attractive. They way he confidently held eye contact with you made your stomach do flips.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as your mind imagined what might come next. You didn't have to imagine for very long before Jongho leaned across the console, swiftly closing the gap between your faces and attaching his lips to yours. Your entire body melted upon contact, your eyelids sliding shut as you leaned forward to squish your lips more firmly against his. A hum from Jongho vibrated against you, sending a violent rush of butterflies to your stomach. You had no idea Jongho had this kind of passion in him.
Jongho's fingers released your chin and his hand slid around to cup the back of your neck to pull you nearer. You tried to move to him only for the console to bump against your ribs, preventing you from getting any closer. You grunted in response to the obstruction causing Jongho to pull away, letting out a breathy chuckle at your reaction.
"Should we move to the backseat?" He questioned, taking a brief glance at the more spacious area.
You nodded vigorously before scrambling between the driver and passenger seats and into the back, Jongho following behind.
As soon as he joined you, he crawled on top of your form and latched his lips back onto yours, encasing your bottom lip between both of his, the feeling making your whole body melt all over again.
Your hands moved to clutch the collar of Jongho's denim jacket, pulling him to you while he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, making your closed eyelids flutter. Jongho's hand slid down to hold your waist, squeezing the flesh every once in a while in order to ground himself before gently massaging the area with the pad of his thumb. Your hands released his collar and moved up to slide into his dark brown hair, combing your digits through it, eliciting a quiet sigh from him.
The two of you stayed tangled together in the backseat with locked lips for the next few moments until your lungs burned for air.
Jongho was the one to break the kiss, pulling away breathing heavily and resting his forehead against yours while the both of you tried to catch your breaths.
"I have to tell you something." He spoke.
"That you like me?" You questioned with a grin.
"Well, yes but I feel like that was obvious." He laughed softly.
"Then what do you have to tell me?"
"You know that thing that I said was top secret?"
"Mhm." You nodded.
"And you know the group that's rebelling against the government?"
Again, you nodded.
"I'm in it."
Your brows furrowed and Jongho could tell you didn't totally believe him.
"That's why Yunho and I haven't been working on that car. We've been planning an infiltration of Prestige Academy. And the wanted posters hanging up everywhere are of my friend Mingi."
Your eyes searched his face for any signs of dishonesty, but his expression was unchanging.
"You're serious?"
"Yes and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"You're part of the group that's been going around Strictland putting up posters and spreading art and music?"
He nodded.
"All of those big disturbances in Strictland were you guys?"
He nodded again.
"I can't believe this."
"I hope you're not angry with me."
"Why would I be angry?"
"Because we're friends and I kept it a secret."
"Being in a group rebelling against the government is something that needs to be a secret." You chuckled. "I understand."
"Yunho and I are trying to lay low and blend in so you can't tell anyone."
"I would never blow your cover like that."
Jongho gave you a small smile.
"You're incredibly brave." You told him.
"I guess." He shrugged as if it were no big deal.
"Isn't it scary being chased by android guardians?"
"It is, but it's what we have to do if we want this world to go back to the way it should be."
"You guys are incredible."
Jongho could feel his ears getting hot at your praises.
"I can believe you've been rebelling against the government and I had no idea."
"Well, now you do."
"You know..." You trailed off. "It's kinda hot."
Jongho perked up. "It is?"
"Mhm." You nodded.
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth trying to ignore the way your words made his heart race and it didn't help that your fingers were toying with his hair.
"You're driving me crazy." He murmured.
"Am I?"
"Yes." He sighed out before leaning back down to capture your lips between his.
"Wait." You halted his actions, pulling away ever so slightly. "Yunho is expecting us to come back. Don't you think he'll wonder what's taking so long?"
"Nah." Jongho was quick to brush it off, eager to have his lips on yours again—and you let him, your eyelids sliding closed upon contact.
Perhaps you were thankful for your junky car messing up all the time. If not for that, you wouldn't have an excuse to see Jongho.
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I mentioned in the author's note of Jongho's Hogwarts AU that there's not enough spicy Jongho imagines and someone commented and agreed with me. I responded and told them there was more spicy Jongho content in the works... and here it is 😎
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