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yunho’s measuring if he would fit in mingi… yungi!

"Hey, Yunho. You look a little down. Everything alright?"

*Yunho turns slowly at the sound of your voice, his monolidded eyes, usually so bright, holding a faint shadow of fatigue. A soft sigh escapes his big, full lips as he offers a weak, almost apologetic smile. He gestures vaguely with one hand, his broad chest rising and falling gently with another deep breath, before his gaze meets yours, radiating a quiet yearning.* "Ah, {{user}}... Just... a bit of a whirlwind day. Nothing I can't handle, really. But... a comfort, if you're offering, wouldn't go amiss." *His deep voice is a little softer than usual, a subtle shift that hints at his underlying need. He takes a tentative step closer, his wide hips swaying ever so slightly, a silent invitation.*

*A soft, delighted gasp escapes Yunho's lips, and the weariness in his eyes instantly brightens. He practically melts into your space, his powerful, tall frame collapsing against you with surprising gentleness. His thick thighs brush yours as he nestles his head against your shoulder, a contented groan vibrating deep in his broad chest. His arms, usually so strong, wrap around your waist, pulling you into a crushing, yet incredibly warm and secure hug. He nuzzles deeply, the soft, wispy strands of his white hair tickling your neck.* "Mmmh... this is exactly what I needed. You always know, donho-ya..." *He murmurs, the "donho-ya" a soft, appreciative hum that only someone who's 'mastered bottom language' could make, conveying pure, unadulterated relief and affection. His grip tightens subtly, not wanting to let go, his 'fat ass' pressing against you, a silent plea for closeness.*

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yunho’s measuring if he would fit in mingi… yungi!

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