#yunho scenarios

Pairing: Yunho x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff | College shenanigans

Summary: You’re used to Yunho’s antics by now as he bugs you in the middle of the night to find something to do. This could include driving to the middle of nowhere with makeshift molotovs (that you make sure to clean up after the fire’s down) or decided to fly out in the middle of your assignment season.

Warnings: Yunho makes a gross joke about his balls

Masterlist|Buy me a coffee?

[2:43]

Yuns:
Busy?

Your seemingly unwavering focus towards the screen of your laptop is torn when you hear the familiar ding of your phone. You can see the notification on the screen of the gadget for a moment before it blackens as it was a few seconds before. 

Y/n:
A little bit 
What’s up?

You honestly don’t know what to expect, but you know that it means Yunho’s bored. You’ve gotten used to him showing up at your dorm building or right outside your room in the middle of the night when he’s feeling antsy. 

Usually, his presence ends up in the both of you driving to another state only to drive back when the sun starts rising. Either that or you’ll return to your room full from having McDonald’s, ice cream, or some other kind of food that you could find in the dead of night. 

Yuns:
I’m coming to your room in five
I’m bored 

Y/n:
Figured
I’ll leave the door unlocked

You move away from your desk to start preparing a bag. You decide against asking Yunho what he has in mind considering his decisions change as quickly as he has the ability to change his socks from the extensive collection of Adventure Time and animal themed socks that he has stored away in the bottom drawer of his closet.

Strange how you actually remember that.  

You’ve always found it strange how you would remember all the little quirky things about Yunho. 

He likes strawberry ice cream but only because of the way it looks and only if he gets blueberry sorbet right after because he likes the way it turns his tongue purple. He has a box filled with random rings that he never wears because he feels like they’re heavy, but he’s never told people to stop gifting them to him on his birthday only because he thinks it makes gifting easier for them.

Yunho can either drive for five hours straight or fifteen minutes only; nothing in between. He once went to America for a month and ended up sleeping on the streets because his friend who was supposed to house him had somehow ended up in prison, yet, Yunho came back ten times happier and a million times calmer than when before he left. 

He also hates wearing the same themed socks because he once felt guilty when “Princess Bubblegum wasn’t put with her goth girlfriend Marceline” whenever he wears one of them, so he only wears them in couples. 

The first time you noticed it, you hadn’t pointed it out. It wasn’t until the first year or so into your friendship that you had asked Yunho about it. The idea of his mismatched socks hadn’t even come as strange to you, you were honestly just curious. 

He hadn’t found it strange either. Only laughed as he stretched his legs out to show them to you. 

“I just don’t want them to feel bad, ya’know?”

“But they’re socks.”

“Yeah, but still.” 

Yunho always had a few quirks that you found quite cute. The socks were one thing, but when you found out that he would eat his burgers flipped around so that the top bun would soak the sauce more than the bottom bun, you realised that he always had a sense of reason for everything.

You never questioned that one. It seems to make sense even now as you sit in his car with some fast food joint that was still open even at three a.m.

“Should we pick up Mingi?” you ask with a mouthful of fries.

“I doubt he’s awake,” Yunho snorts. “Last I spoke to him, he said he’s going into hibernation.”

“During finals week?” 

“That’s what he wants.”  

You laugh slightly as you sip on your iced coffee—courtesy of Yunho—as you think back to the last time you had seen Mingi. The man’s in the same course as you and Yunho, but you barely ever see him in class. He only ever shows up for the exams or whenever he needs to physically submit something, but other than that, Mingi’s almost like a ghost from the way you guys barely see him on campus. 

“He’s looking into that whole prom thing,” Yunho adds. His giant hands scrunch up the wrapper of his big mac, stuffing it into the paper bag before he pulls out another burger that he begins to unwrap. 

“There’s a prom?” you glance.

“It’s being held by the music club. Mingi’s either performing or getting a date to just hang out with for the night. They’re selling tickets right now in The Meadow.” 

“Why the hell is it called The Meadow?” you scoff a laugh. 

The Meadow is a spot on campus right outside of the cafeteria. It’s concrete-floored and more of an open-air courtyard than anything else, but the university had named it The Meadow and had decorated it with a bunch of trees and plants. 

“Gotta find something fancy, I guess,” he chuckles.    

“Yeah, but ‘The Meadow’…?”

“Haven’t we already learned to not question what the university decides?” Yunho gives you a knowing look that makes you roll your eyes with a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m too lazy to actually question half of the things that happen on campus. I have enough of that with that one guy from the volunteer club taking his pants off in the cafeteria for money.”

“At least he donated it.”

“His ass cheeks were hanging out and there was a bush hiding where his dick was supposed to be.”

“You can’t blame the man for not shaving his balls, Yuns,” you laugh.

“Hey, if I was him, I would’ve groomed the hell out of my sack. Get right in the folds and everything.”

“Dude!” Your hand flies to smack him on the shoulder while the other covers your mouth. “You’re disgusting.” 

“It’s just a fact,” he giggles. 

“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes. “What’s the plan for Summer break?” you ask, quickly changing the topic to avoid Yunho making any more gross comments. 

“I’m thinking of heading to the beach. Fly out to one of the tropical places and just camp there for a week or two,” Yunho shrugs. “Not much of a plan really… you know how I am.” 

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now,” you tease. 

“If I invited you to the Bora Bora in the middle of the night, would you come?” 

“Who the fuck would decide ot go to Bora Bora in the middle of the night?”

“Answer the question, (Y/n),” he groans. 

“I don’t know, man, it depends on how I’m feeling that day,” you shrug. 

“What if I invited you right now?” 

You pause in the middle of chewing and slowly turn to look at Yunho. He’s watching you curiously as he leans his arm against the car door, a suggesting look in his eyes. 

“How long?”

“A week.”

“What about my assignments?” 

“Cram them in right before the deadline or pay someone to do them.”

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Jeong Yunho,” you claim with a warning tone. 

“It’s a fun one,” he grins cheekily. 

“When do we leave?” 

“I bet I could find a ticket for two and an airBnB or a nice hotel pretty easily.”

“Okay.” 

Yunho’s eyes widen and he gives you a slightly surprised look, “really?”

“Why not?” You eye him back with the same exact teasing look, but with more challenge in your eyes. 

“Hell, let’s go then,” he concludes with a laugh while pulling his phone out from the centre console.  “You’re a hundred percent sure?”

“Why the fuck not, dude? I’m here for a good time.” 

“Alright then.” 

☆ko-fi au: lovestruck!au x flower shop!au yunho
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• you’ve sold about ten bundles of yellow carnations in the past two weeks
• each time, the bundle is bought by the same person, jung yunho
• he’s a sweet, tall, and rather quiet boy that comes in wearing his schools uniform and getting all clammed up when you ask him about his classes
• you go to a school all the way across town, taking the train to the flower shop here where you’re learning about agriculture from the owner
• you are just genuinely curious - does the other school have more sports? what kind of clubs are there?
• the issue is, yunho has been unable to give you any kind of coherent answer
• you think he’s just preoccupied with thoughts about other things - studying or his own friends
• but in reality, it’s you that makes him unable to speak
• the first time yunho had passed you by, he’d been coming from basketball practice
• he was wearing joggers and a loose t-shirt, talking to his teammate mingi who was commenting on the use of his wrist during the free throws
• yunho had stopped on the sidewalk to try and copy the move mingi had just shown him, imagining the hoop was across the road
• when he’d flicked his wrist - he zeroed in on the flower shop he had used as his imaginary hoop
• and right under it - stood you
• you were holding a freshly potted orchid and smiling at it with adoration that yunho hadn’t ever seen on the face of a human being
• for the minute he stood there frozen, you had checked the leaves on the plant and turned over your shoulder to go back inside to help a customer
• mingi had to shake him out of a trance
• “who is that?”
• he asked and mingi shook his head and said
• “no idea.”
• now yunho has been working completely off trial and error, coming to understand that you worked after school tuesday through friday
• he had stopped by every single day
• buying the same thing
• on the fourth day you asked, “are these for decoration?”
• he had managed to just shake his head - wanting to say ‘i heard yellow carnations mean love’instead
• on the ninth day when he came in, you already had them ready for him. all tied up with a nice white bow.
• the gesture had almost made yunho turn on his heel to run out of the shop in hopes you would avoid seeing his ears blush a hard and glaring red
• now, it’s the start of the third week. tuesday. you are wrapping up the carnations and frowning at yourself
• “why is he buying these every day……is he visiting someone with them?”
• the owner passes behind you with a bag of soil and groans
• “he better not, yellow carnations mean rejection in the flower language.”
• you gasp
• “do you think he knows?”
• she sets the soil down beside one of the displays and shrugs, “probably not. but if the person he’s giving them to knows then they’re probably not too excited about getting ten bundles of them! ten rejections - can you imagine!”
• she chuckles and you set the bundle to the side
• when five p.m. comes around, the little bell on the door jingles and yunho comes through
• he has the same backpack over his shoulders, but this time he’s not wearing his uniformed jacket
• instead he’s just in the buttoned down shirt - probably due to the sudden warm weather
• “yunho!”
• the way you say his names makes the shop flip on its head
• “i have your carnations here!”
• you come jogging toward him with a big bright smile that matches the sunshine yellow of the flower petals
• yunho takes them, large hand enveloping yours before the shock of the contact makes him nearly tumble backward
• “by the way - i don’t want to keep being nosy but - are you giving these to your crush?”
• yunho hears the word “crush” and the figure of you standing in front of him in your little apron and big smile starts to twirl around his head
• are you a crush? sometimes it feels like you’re something so much more serious.
• “you don’t have to tell me-” you keep going, but yunho finally collects enough air in his lungs to respond to you
• “yes, the- they’re for someone i like.”
• you brighten but then your shoulders sag
• “oh - well it’s just, you might want to buy white ones instead. in flower language, they mean a pure kind of love and yellow means - well -”
• you don’t want to disappoint him so you try to search for a word that’s not as harsh as rejection
• “they mean, kind of like - sorry i am not interested?”
• the honey brown of yunho’s eyes still as if you’ve just delivered life-crushing news
• you start to worry and mentally yell at yourself for getting involved - maybe his crush just likes yellow! why did you just have to say that!
• “i- i mean - i mean yellow is still such a nice color, i mean i like it! i like it a lot! it’s my favorite and probably your crushes favorite too since you keep buying-”
• yunho perks slightly
• “they- yellow is your favorite?”
• you nod enthusiastically, saying something about how it’s the kind of color that you can’t help but smile when you see.
• yellow also looks nice on flowers, it’s common but comfortable.
• this settles the expression that had darkened before on yunho, he twirls the bundle in his hands for a second
• and then he pushes it back into your hands
• “do-do you want to exchange them?”
• you ask - ready to turn and get some white carnations - when he shakes his head
• “n-no i want to add to this bundle.”
• “oh! sure, which flowers?”
• yunho is acutely aware of how you are holding the flowers with care, your hands compared to his are small
• “which flower is the best to confess with?”
• “what kind of confession is it?”
• it takes more control than he could have imagined to look into your eyes at this close of a distance
• but when he does, he speaks before the sentence really formulates in his mind
• “love at first sight”
• “oh! i think lavender roses work best for that - they’re low on stock but i think i have some in the back!”
• yunho listens to your footsteps as you shuffle through the store, he stands in it like a tree towering among mushrooms
• when you return, there is one beautiful lilac-colored rose in the middle of the yellow carnations
• the prize of the bundle
• “is this ok?”
• “yes”
• he pays for the bundle and you hand it to him with another gentle smile
• yunho is going to turn around and walk out - the same way he has the ten other times he’s come in to see you
• but this feels different and so he does what he did before, he pushes them back toward you
• “oh should we -”
• “they’re for you.”
• with that. he has to leave, he can’t really stop his nervous feet from carrying him out the door and you are too busy processing the action to catch up with him.
• by the time you do - you check outside the door holding the bouquet to no avail
• you bring it up to stare at the center rose and feel a wave overcome you
• love at first sight…..he fell in love with me at first sight?
• yunho doesn’t come back after that, mostly due to his utter inhuman embarrassment
• confessing like that and running away - he feels dumb - but every time he tries to get near the shop again his heart won’t stop thumping in his ears
• he just can’t bring himself to do it now. he likes you so much that he feels like being near you overwhelms every sense in his body.
• mingi gets it totally, hongjoong - another one of his friends on the team - doesn’t at all.
• finally, you take matters into your own hands
• outside of yunho’s school on monday, the one day you don’t have work, he almost freezes in place when he sees you standing there
• mingi pushes him further and hongjoong rolls his eyes as yunho’s large figure looms over to yours
• you’re holding one flower in your hand and you hand it to yunho who stares at it
• it’s not a yellow carnation, so you’re not rejecting him - but
• “wh-what does it mean?”
• “it’s a pink hydrangea. it means you should have come back to the shop to hear my answer to your confession.”
• his eyes widen and yunho tries to apologize but you just laugh and say no, that’s not what they really mean
• “they mean i understand your emotion, i reciprocate what….you feel.”
• yunho gapes trying to put it together until hongjoong yells from nearby
• “it means they like you too - duh!”
• yunho turns to hongjoong with a look of shock and you hide your next laugh in your palm
• turning to you for confirmation, you give yunho a soft nod
• “that’s exactly what it means.”

⇢ Pairing: bf!Seonghwa x gn!Reader x bff!Yunho
⇢ Genre: Angst
⇢ Warnings: Mention of anxiety attack, brief mention of relationship trauma
⇢ Word Count: 1,322
⇢ Synopsis: When you think things are going well, they are not.
⇢ A/N: Sometimes you just need to create to heal. Most times you just want a hug.

From the moment you step into the store, anyone can see your giddiness. You are excited about your secret plans for the night. You’ve been seeing Seonghwa for a few weeks now, and you want to surprise him with dinner. After making a joke that you can’t cook, you admitted you could, in fact, make at least one good dish. He was intrigued and expressed that he would love to try it. Therefore, you decided to treat him the night after that conversation took place. Needing ingredients, you dragged along your friend, Yunho. He happily agreed to come only after mentioning he’d still be salty that he doesn’t get to eat any of it. He can’t say no to you when you seem so ecstatic about it.

“So how was your date last night?” Yunho asks, watching you scan the shelves of food.

“It was so good. Seonghwa took me to this nice restaurant near his apartment,” You answer and briefly look over at your friend with wide, guilty eyes, “I felt bad ordering anything because everything was so expensive.”

“He clearly didn’t mind spending the money on you. He’s the one who took you there.”

“I know, but I still felt bad. Afterward, we went back to his apartment and continued watching that show we started last week.”

You finally settle on a jar of sauce and place it in your basket. Yunho follows you to another aisle as he continues to ask about your new relationship.

“How do you rate him on a scale from one to ten, compared to the other guys you’ve dated?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking off into space as you think. This new guy is nice, patient, funny, and supportive. He loves hearing you talk about your hobbies and interests and the sparkles in your eyes when you do. He reassures you that being yourself is all he wants, and you’re thankful you’ve found someone like that. Over the month of dating him, you don’t want to jump to conclusions, but you think he is the one.

“He’s a ten.”

“Wow, he must really treat you right,” Yunho smiles seeing you light up.

“Mhm,” you agree and continue looking for the right noodles.

But something stops you. Your phone rings in your pocket, and you quickly pull it out. It’s Seonghwa.

“Hello?” You chirp.

“Hey, are you busy right now?” He asks, his voice not filled with the same glee.

Your eyes shift to Yunho, who is studying your face as it falls.

“No. Is something wrong?” You ask, heartbeat picking up.

“Um, I’ve been thinking about this all day, and this is a really hard decision for me to make. I don’t think this will work out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think we should keep seeing each other.”

You turn away from your friend as panic starts to hint in your voice, “Did I do something wrong? Is it me?”

“No, it’s nothing you did. It’s me. You are a beautiful, smart, and adorably silly person. Please, believe that. But I don’t think we share the same ideas.”

You try to suppress the sobs that are building up in your chest and clawing their way up your throat. Once a sniffle breaks your silence, Seonghwa sighs into the receiver.

“I really didn’t want to do this. I’m really sorry. I just don’t see a future with someone who isn’t on the same page as me.”

One of your hands comes up to cover your face while a quiet sob breaks through.

“I hate hearing you cry,” he says with a sniffle, “I wish I was there to hug you.”

Although he is breaking your heart, you really wish he was too.

You begin to ramble, “I’m sorry. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I really appreciate you giving me your time when I know you’re busy. I’m sorry.”

“Please, don’t be sorry. I really did enjoy hanging out with you and getting to know you. You’re such a sweet and cute person.”

You sit in silence save for your sniffs and attempts to stop crying. Your mind is blank. What is there to say? You don’t want to beg him to stay with you. You don’t want to be that crazy person who can’t let go. Only one word comes to mind.

“Okay.”

“I’m really sorry,” he says.

“It’s fine. It’s okay. I understand.” You shake your head, mostly to convince yourself of your own words.

“There is someone out there for you; someone who will match your energy. You really are an amazing person.”

For a moment, the call is filled with sounds of you desperately holding back your tears.

“I won’t keep you any longer. You should go be with friends, so you’re not alone. Again, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine. Have a good night.”

The line is quiet. It kills you.

“Bye,” you manage before hanging up. Your body collapses until your knees are hugged to your chest. A gentle, large hand rests on your back and rubs up and down soothingly. A sob racks your body. Your hands curl tightly into fists.

“I’m so stupid,” you whisper.

“No, you’re not,” Yunho reassures you.

“He said he couldn’t see a future with me because we don’t believe the same things. Nothing seemed like an issue. We never argued over anything. I feel so stupid. I was so vulnerable in front of him and told him things I haven’t told anyone else. I’m so fucking stupid.”

A pair of arms wrap around you, your face burying into Yunho’s chest. The grocery store you’re in is long forgotten as you cry into his shirt.

“Why do I keep regretting being myself?”

“Don’t,” Yunho murmurs in your hair.

“Why can’t I finally have happiness? Why can’t anything ever go right for me?” You bawl, “I wanted to believe he was different from the others, but all he has done is prove he is just the same.”

“There is someone meant for you, and it isn’t him.”

“He said the same thing.”

Yunho’s body becomes frigid with guilt. There’s no way he could have known, and that’s just something people say to the brokenhearted. You don’t fault him for that.

“I had an anxiety attack last night when he wanted to do things. I told him about my fucking baggage. He was so understanding and sweet about it. He has been the only one to actually care about how I feel. I literally cried in front of him telling him my trauma. Who the fuck breaks up with someone after that?” Your sobs come harder, “When I left, he said he was grateful that I was comfortable enough with him to tell him those things. All he wanted was for me to be comfortable with him.”

“Then he’s just an asshole. If he can’t look past your differences and actually appreciate you, he isn’t worth your time. At least it ended before you grew even more attached,” Yunho says, his hand softly massaging your head.

“I just want to be happy.”

“You will be. I know you don’t want to hear this, but it will come in time.”

You don’t argue with him, mostly because you’ve become exhausted from crying. He lets you calm down in his arms. When you finally lean away, Yunho’s eyes flit around your flushed, puffy face. His nimble fingers brush back some of your hair.

“I guess we should put all this stuff back,” you say defeatedly, looking at your basket.

“We can still make it. I can appreciate your cooking more than he ever could.”

Tears flood your eyes again, and a small smile tugs at your lips. “Thank you…” you sigh, numbness being expelled from your body with the exhale, “My head hurts now.”

“We can get something for that,” Yunho says with a little laugh as he takes your hand to help you stand.