Young K x Reader / Wonpil x Reader series [as yet untitled]

A Brief Encounter ~ Wonpil x Female Reader [Part 01]

You don't think you've ever watched a full movie with Younghyun.

After him firmly grabbing your thigh for the past five minutes and muttering sweet nothings into your ear, you finally decided that what's on the screen in front of you isn't worth your attention, engaging in tender yet lustrous kisses, making out on the couch. The familiarity of his mouth on yours has the two of you melding into each other, the warmth of his hand cupping your face never failing to fill you with a sense of security.

This never gets old, the feeling of his hands exploring your body, his tongue running across your lower lip... You bite down seductively onto his upper lip, eliciting that wonderful voice to groan deeply into your mouth when he follows it up with a more intense kiss, desperate to have you again, "Y/n..."

Your lustful nerves are fast to turn into a bag of nerves as the abrupt sound of the front door slamming jolts you, "I thought you said we had this place to ourselves?!" you whisper loudly through gritted teeth, panicking as you smooth down your skirt before the unexpected arrival enters the living room.

"Christ," complains Younghyun under his breath, "He wasn't meant to be home for at least another hour," muttering with frustration.

"Who wasn't?" you question, "Your dad?"

"No, no..." he explains, "My broth– well, step brother."

Anxiety crawls at the sight of the door opening from the hallway, hoping that your hair isn't too dishevelled or your clothing too ruffled.

Unphased, the stranger just stands at the doorway and takes the scolding from Younghyun, "I thought practice doesn't finish 'til three!"

The unnamed man sighs, running his fingers through his satin black hair to sweep his bangs. You can't help but notice that even though something seems to have irked him, the caramel tones of his eyes glistening with the sunlight that seeps through the curtains, "Yeah, 'supposed to," he sighs, "Until some idiot decided to pull the fire alarm, and then... I'll be honest, I'm not really in the mood to explain."

You can't believe Younghyun had never mentioned a step brother before - not that either of you usually cared to know a great deal about each other. In your mutual arrangement of using each other to have a little fun together whenever the mood took you, the little details never really mattered to either of you, though you always knew some of the bare minimum about his personal life; that his parents are divorced and this is his father's home shared with the second wife. You were clueless of the fact that this woman must have brought a kid from her last marriage also.

'Kid' is probably the opposite of any words you'd use to describe the man that storms past yourself and Younghyun and into the kitchen though. Despite a fairly small and slender figure, he has many redeeming, mature features namely a sharp square jawline that compliments a tense adam's apple all supporting quite a handsome face.

Younghyun calls out, using his best efforts to avert his step brother from hanging around for too long, "Well, uh... We're just watching a movie so... It's nothing you'll be interested in."

"It's okay, bro!" calls out the man from the next room, "I'm just going to get some grub and I'll be out your hair."

Younghyun huffs but it's not at the response he received. It's the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket which also buzzes against the thigh you have pressed against him, "I swear today is just one big cock block!"

You giggle at the nature of his frustration, placing your hand in front of your mouth as he fumbles about with the options on the touch screen, "I'm sorry babe," he chuckles, though still tense, bringing your head in so that he can kiss you forehead, "I just gotta return this call, it might be a while. Help yourself to food in the kitchen," he offers, standing up and dialling a number.