San knocked at Hyung’s studio door. He was nervously playing with the hem of his hoodie. How could he ask something like that? “Hiy- San?” “Hello.” He waved awkwardly. Hongjoong stepped on the side to let his friend in. “Everything okay?” San sat on the couch, taking care of the expression on his face. “Can’t I come here for nothing? Or only to spend time with our so devoted leader?” Hongjoong raised a brow, it was definitely weird. “Do you have something to ask?” He crossed his arms on his chest, not giving up the idea that San isn’t here just to chill. “I just wanted to spend time with you.” He said, putting his feet on the coffee table. “I didn’t know there was something wrong with that.” The leader sat back on his chair, fronting the 2 laptop screens on the desk. “If you say.” He spoke. “But I have to finish this and maybe we can go eat something or to the cinema, I know that you have this movie you absolutely want to see.” “Oh Hyung, you remember everything.” Smiled San. Hongjoong concluded that San probably didn’t notice that he was talking about this Marvel movie every time he could. He decided to not remind him of this detail and played the instrumental of their new b-side track. “Oh! So cool!” Clapped San. “You are a real genius Hyung. We are so lucky to have you in the group, otherwise I don’t know how we would do it.” “Okay there’s definitely something going on.” Claimed the leader, turning his chair around. “What do you want, San?” The serious tone of his voice made the boy realize that he was losing his temper. “Okay. I do have a question…” he whispered, embarrassed. “Just tell me so we can both go to our business.” He didn’t mean to act rude, but he really needed to finish this today. Eden could be stressful sometimes. “You are the only one I can ask that because you won’t make a big deal of this.” He continued. Hongjoong’s face softened. This question seemed to be heavy for him and he was touched that he was confessing to him. “Tell me.” He gave him a comforting smile.
“Can you give me some tips for finding the right size for a condom?” He closed his eyes, too scared to look at his friend. Hongjoong blinked twice. He tried to hide all the emotions that went through his mind. Because of the effort San made to ask him this kind of thing, he didn’t decide to throw him out of the studio. But he couldn’t talk with him that much about his sexual life. That would be too awkward. Even uncomfortable. “Search on Google, Naver or even at the dedicated shops.” He dumbly replied. “Yeah, but there’s so many things to take into consideration.” He sighed. “Don’t you have any tips or something with what I can measure-” “No.” He gulped, turning back to his screens to avoid San’s eyes. “Just measure it with what you find and check the size on the box. It should help. And then you can adjust, depending on the comfort.” “So, there’s no way to straightly choose the right size?” He asked, making Hongjoong even more uncomfortable. “You need to be cautious about this. It shouldn’t be too big or too small. You need to be comfortable with it and Y/N-” He paused, thinking that maybe you wouldn’t be the one he was active with. “Or anyone else, needs to feel safe and protected too.” “Hm… makes sense.” Mumbled San. Hongjoong prayed inside of him that San was done with these questions. “And Hyung, how do you know you are in the right… hole?” “Damn it.” Whispered Hongjoong.
SEONGHWA
“Hello Hyung,” calmly said San. Seonghwa raised a brow. He knew that San was never grumpy in the morning, but after a month of promotions, he was so relaxed. Almost peaceful. “Morning.” Replied Seonghwa, still not leaving an eye from him. “Did you sleep well?” “Yeah…” “Nice, me too.” Said San, sitting on the counter, waiting for his coffee to brew. “Did you sleep for 11 hours or what? I’ve never seen someone looking like this at 7 AM.” “I didn’t sleep that much, but it’s fine.” He giggled. Seonghwa got goosebumps because of his voice tone. “Choi San.” “Yes Hyung?” He smiled widely. “Are you on drugs?” His friend puffed before pouring coffee in his cup. “No, I’m just…” he looked for his words. “You are what? Stoned? High? Having a drunkover?” “Happy!” “H-Happy?” He repeated, not believing that happiness could make him go like this. “You should try.” “We have been friends for a long time now and I have never seen you this way.” “Because you don’t have what I have.” Seonghwa raised a brow. “Sex.” Seonghwa felt this reply was like a slap. “S-Sex?” He repeated dumbly. San nodded, thinking about all the sinful things he did to you. “Since when you-” “Come on Hyung!” Giggled San. “Don’t be so awkward. Having sex is completely normal.” “I’m not awkward.” He defended his image. “Then why are you blushing that much?” He winked. “I’m not. It’s just hot. And I worked out this morning.” San didn’t believe a second of this excuse but moved on. He knew that Seonghwa had girlfriends before or even one night stand this year, but they never really talked about it openly. They all have their adventures without especially telling each other in detail. “And… since when did you lose your v-card?” “2 months?” Said San, still thinking of the exact date. “I might be wrong, but you know each other for 2 months, no?” “Yeah.” He smirked. “We already had this alchemy…” “You slept with someone you barely knew?” Questioned Seonghwa. “Yes? Why does it sound like a big deal? You do it all the time!” Pouted San. “But it was your first time San!” Shouted the eldest member. “You should have done that with someone that you love!” “You are so old school Hyung.” Whispered San, rolling his eyes. “I’m not kidding!” “Yeah yeah…” He said, leaving the kitchen. “Choi San! Come back here right now!” “Hyung! You are annoying!” He yelled from the next room. “You should have found the one and only to do your first experience!” “What if she is?” He appeared at the crock of the door. Seonghwa concluded that he ignored your entire relationship. “In only 2 months, we shared so many things, you can’t even imagine.” “A-Are you in love?” Asked Seonghwa. “Maybe.” Shrugged San. “I don’t know what ‘being in love means’.” “Our San-ie is in love.” Repeated the boy, almost tearing up. “The f-” “We need to celebrate this!” He stood up, rushing to knock at every door. “GUYS! WAKE UP!” San, still standing in front of the kitchen’s door, was wondering what just happened. “What is wrong with him?” He whispered.
YUNHO
You were needy. ‘Needy’ was even a weak word for the state you were in right now. Mainly because of your menstrual cycle coming in the next few days, but also your boyfriend. Just his presence was enough to make you aroused. Right now, you were surrounded by the entire group. Your boyfriend was in front of you, between Yunho and Jongho. Discreetly, you were trying to give him soft kicks and brushes, making him understand that you wanted to sneak out. Sadly, he didn’t understand the message and simply gave you a wide and bright smile. Usually, you wouldn’t need to insist that much, just a simple touch or glare will make his brow and the corner of his mouth rise. Maybe he was trying to maintain his composure because of the CEO and the staff members sitting at the end of the table. “I wanted to congratulate all of you.” Started the CEO. “Our cool and devoted members.” All the boys bowed politely, touched by these words. San still didn’t give a look to you. “Of course, all the staff as well. You all follow them everywhere they’re going. Makeup team, fashion team, music and music video producers.” He continued, smiling at everyone. “And our manager.” Added Seonghwa, poking the cheek of the team’s father. “Yeah! It must ask a lot of patience to keep an eye on all of you.” Chuckled the CEO. “You can’t even imagine.” He sighed. “We know you love us.” Pouted San. You raised a brow. Was your flirty thing too weak for him? “I never said such a thing.” Smiled at the manager. San stood up to hug his manager, grateful to have him in the crew. “Oooh,” giggled all the women in the team. Your brain froze when you realized that your feet weren’t touching him, but that you still could feel a leg against your ankle. You blinked a few times and gave a quick glance at Jongho. He was focused on the lovely scene. No way you were touching him all this time. To hope that it was only the table leg you were seducing, you glanced at Yunho. You noticed that his upper body was tense, his eyes wide and the red tint on his cheeks made you understand that you were touching him. You hiccuped loudly and moved your chair back. Everything except Yunho was now looking at you. “Is everything okay Y/N?” Asked Wooyoung at your right. You bite your bottom lip and avoid Yunho’s stare on you. “Y-I-Well-” “Oh, don’t think that I forgot you Y/N.” Smiled the CEO. San returned to his seat with this worried look in the eyes. He mouthed something like “you good?”, but you discreetly shook your head. “You are a really good support for them! I thought that Yunho was the energizer of the group, but it seems like he had a rude contestant.” He laughed. To hide your embarrassment, you did your best fake laugh and thanked the CEO for his nice words. “San, Y/N, can I talk to you in private?” Asked Yunho, his cheeks’ shade took another level of red. “W-Why?” “Just come.” He insisted, standing up. You both exchanged a stare and quickly followed him outside the restaurant. “What did you do?” Whispered San. “I thought it was you!” You freaked out. “Me?” Yunho turned back just when the cold wind hit you in the face. “Yeah, she thought it was your leg that she was touching for at least 5 minutes.” “My leg?” He repeated. “Yeah!” You screamed, already dying from embarrassment. “I was playing footsie with Yunho accidentally! I thought it was your leg!” San puffed with laughter. “It’s not funny!” “Y’all better act decent and not like horny bunnies!” He started. “And since when do you do this kind of thing San?” “I-” “No, nevermind.” He stopped him, a hand in front of his face. “I don’t want to know.” “Since when are you so dramatic Hyung?” He smirked. “Since your girl is mistaking your leg with mine!” His voice cracked. They were both arguing while you were still processing what happened. For sure, it was such a turn off.
YEOSANG
Yeosang was sitting just next to you and San. You were sitting next to the window and your boyfriend, in the middle, between both of you. Yeosang was eyes glued on the movie playing on the little screen, while you and San tried your best to not jump on each other. During this tour, you decided to officialize your relationship with him. All these girls screaming his name and being dedicated to San made you jealous a couple of times. It was quite ruining the moment from time to time, so San decided to make sure that he was yours. Of course, you accepted. You’ve been crushing on him for so long, you would never decline. But now that everything is well settled and clear between you, there is another problem: your libido. San is sexy. He knows it. So, he can’t help but to tease you from time to time or to look at you with this lustful sparkle in his eyes. So now, you’ve been sitting next to him for 3 hours and you couldn’t help but to get all the hottest thoughts in your mind. San’s simple ministrations made you crazy. He was simply brushing his fingers on your forearm that you already wanted to throw your panty out of the plane. You glanced at him and mouthed the word “restroom”. Obviously, he nodded and told you to leave first. You disrupted Yeosang in his movie, but it was so captivating that he didn’t say anything. He just muttered something when San asked him 2 minutes later to stand up. When both of you left, he focused back on the movie. 10 minutes later, Wooyoung passed in the row. “Where are they?” He pointed at the 2 empty seats. “Don’t know. Y/N is in the restroom and San? Who knows?” He replied, trying to see the screen behind Wooyoung’s hand. His closest friend smirked and flickered Yeosang’s forehead. “Dumbass.” Yeosang completely ignored him. His movie was too good to miss a scene. Until the realization. When he imagined both of you doing “it” in the plane restroom, his face changed. Just when he looked in the restroom direction, behind him, he saw you holding San’s hand. Most of the people on the plane that were awake, if they paid attention could guess what just happened. “You okay Hyung?” Asked San when he noticed that Yeosang’s eyes didn’t leave his. “Did you-” You immediately understand that he got it. “Did you just have sex in the plane… restroom?” He whispered, not wanting the old lady behind him to hear that. “What?! No!” You lied. “What are you talking about?” Continued San, fixing his clothes. “You both had sex right now! I’m not dumb!” “Shut up…” You whispered, tackling your hand on his mouth. “You are disgusting!” He still said behind your palm. San was smirking. Not caring about what Yeosang thinks now about him. “And you!” He pointed at San. “Even more! Since when you do this kind of thing!” He simply shrugged, sitting back on his seat. “Just wait until Hongjoong knows about this!” He started. “When he knows that you are, first, sexually active, he will have a stroke. Second, in a plane? Y’all crazy!” “If I knew I would get scolded, I would leave you and your horniness alone.” You whispered to your boyfriend. “Hmm… Not me.” He replied, ignoring Yeosang’s monologue. “Round 2 before the landing?”
MINGI
You were in San’s bed, watching a show which was trending worldwide. You were completely focused on the screen that you didn’t really realize that your friend’s hand slipped under your shirt. “What are you doing?” You giggled. “It’s been 2 minutes that I put my hand there and you are only noticing now?” “Sorry to be too interested in the show.” You slapped his hand. “That’s what I see because you didn’t notice how horny I am.” “You nasty.” “That’s not my fault.” You smirked. San gave you a surprised look. “Not your fault?” You nodded. “Do you think that the wall is turning me on?” He laughed. “Or the pillows?” “The movie?” The boy glanced at you as if you came from another planet. “Even your aura is sexy, and you are surprised I’m horny? Come on babe.” You raised a brow. It was the first time he called you this way. You never thought you would hear him calling you this way. “Don’t look at me like this.” He lifted your chin. “Or what?” You smirked, liking to provoke him every time you could. “Or nothing!” Yelled Mingi, entering the room. By the expression on his face, you didn’t know if he was upset or not. San flinched when the door slammed on the wall. “What the- what is wrong with you?” He asked. “I knew it!” He replied, pointing at you. “Why are you pointing at me?” “I knew you are having sex!” Your friend stared at you. Of course, you exchanged a curious look. For almost 6 months in secret. You were seeing each other every time you could. After a schedule, after a meeting, after school or even between 2 of your exam’s sessions. “We are friends, what are you talking about?” “Yeah, friends who are seeing each other naked.” “We never had sex.” You lied. “I heard your little conversation.” “I was kidding.” “I heard you yesterday as well.” He declared, visibly embarrassed. “Y-” “You thought you were alone this whole time huh? Well, no!” Yesterday San invited you to their dorm to enjoy a moment, only both of you. But he clearly forgot the presence of his sick teammate in the next room. “I don’t know you well Y/N,” started Mingi, “but you Choi San…” Your friend raised a brow, ignoring if he was surprised by Mingi calling him by his full name or just because he’s scared of the consequences. “When Seonghwa and Hongjoong Hyung will learn about this-” “Please don’t tell them.” You interposed. Mingi took this request as a good opportunity. “Hm okay. I won’t tell them.” “Oh, thank you.” You sighed in relief. “Only if you do my chores for a month.” He smirked. “Your chores?” Repeated San, his voice cracked. “You crazy! I have already mi-” “Okay he will do it!” You stopped San before he could refuse the deal. “Y/N!” He shouted. “Do you know how many chores he has?” “I will help you! But I don’t want the whole group to know for us. Yet.” You gave San a worried look. For sure, your relationship and his career will get affected when the members, the staff and the fans will learn it. “Okay deal.” Agreed Mingi. “You ignore what you are going through Y/N…”
WOOYOUNG
The entire group was in the living-room. They were enjoying a rainy Saturday night. Comeback season is finally over, and they could spend time together without thinking about work or the next intense practice they’re gonna get. “Someone wants the last pizza piece?” Asked Yunho, looking at it with love. “You can have it.” Authorized Mingi. “What about me?” Pouted San. “You already have 2 pieces left on your plate.” You interposed. “Eat it Yunho.” Your friend stuck your tongue out at you. “Hey, what about playing “Never have I ever”?” Suggested Wooyoung, sipping his strange blue drink. “What is this game?” Asked Jongho. “Hmm we will play an example round. Just lift your hand if you did it.” Wooyoung looked for a fun question. “Never have I ever… stolen money on my mom’s bag.” Wooyoung, Mingi and Seonghwa lifted their hands. “Well well well…” Giggled Hongjoong, judging his closest friend. “I really needed to buy candies…” he sighed, ashamed of his childhood. “Okay, next question.” “Choose a spicy one.” Suggested San. “I’m curious.” “Good idea! Let me search one.” Wooyoung scrolled on his phone for 2 minutes before his face lightened up. “THIS!” He smiled. “Never have I ever had a quickie in a public place.” San, Yeosang and you lifted your hand. “SAN?” Yelled the members together. He gulped. This game would ruin his image. “I thought you never had sex before!” Claimed Wooyoung, shocked and mad that his friends didn’t tell him an important things like that. “I wanted to talk about it-” “Next question.” Cut Hongjoong, avoiding any drama tonight. Wooyoung gave a deadly stare at San and looked back at his phone screen. “Never have I ever tied my partner during sex.” San raised his hand, not minding admitting he did something like this. But you asked at the same time, “does it count if I’m the one getting tied?” San lifting his hand and you posing this question, Wooyoung brain malfunctioned. “WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!” He stood up. “Don’t scream, you scared me!” Shouted Seonghwa, palm on his chest. “If you tied someone, and that you, Y/N, you are asking if getting tied is working for the game- does it mean-” You tried to think about the best excuse to persuade him that you were not sleeping with San. “Come on Wooyoung, you are being too much just because San didn’t tell you he was a ‘grown man’.” Air quoted Yunho. “Yeah! He’s my best friend! I should have known right after he left this girl he slept with.” “I wanted to tell you, but I was just tired.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah sure. Too tired to tell me but not too tired to tie her! Or him.” You faked to be on your phone and to not pay attention to the scene in front of you. “How was it? Did you like it? Were you scared? I had a ton of questions!” “Okay I’m leaving.” Decided Hongjoong, the last thing he wanted to hear was his sexual life. “Why is only me acting this way? Youhou! San is having sex!” He nonstop pointed at his friend. “Because we don’t want to know. Disgusting.” Almost threw up Mingi. “Unbelievable-” You sighed.
JONGHO
You entered the dance practice room casually. Your boyfriend texted you, inviting you to assist and to tell them if there are any flaws in their choreography. But you were not expected to see Jongho, slumped on the couch. “Hello.” You greeted him. “Hi.” He replied sleepily. “Long night?” You giggled at his voice tone. “I barely slept.” You raised a brow, you were at the dorm last night and remembered he was the first one going to sleep. “Insomnia?” “No, worse.” “What?” “Seems like our neighbor, upstairs, found a girl.” “Oh cute!” You smiled. “And disgusting at the same time.” “Cute? They were doing it like rabbits until 4 AM.” He sighed, arm on his eyes. “You should ask your manager to leave earlier. With these dark circles, he won’t say no.” Before he could add something, San entered the room loudly. “Hello beautiful people!” “Babe! Jongho is tired, don’t scream like that.” “Thank you, Y/N, but you are both screaming now.” Added the maknae. “What’s happening man?” “He heard the neighbor doing the nasty until 4 AM.” You resumed. “Really? I didn’t hear anything.” “Lucky you.” He sighed, sitting down correctly. “I swear his moans are terrible! And the girl, please… she did her best to remain quiet but…” “Poor Jongho.” You giggled. “Good job babe, at least, it shows that he never heard you.” “E-excuse me?” “Oops.” Gulped San. You fought the urge to pinch your boyfriend. “You- wait- Y/N? Hyung?” “You broke him.” You scolded San. “Y-You are sleeping together?” He stuttered. “No.” You lied. “No? Then what is he talking about?” “H-he was talking about my snoring habits!” “Snoring?” They both repeated. “Yeah!” “Sorry babe but this excuse is so lame. Even him won’t believe it.” “Even him? Hyung! I’m not stupid.” “I’m joking.” “Was it really the neighbor or-” “It wasn’t us; I promise.” You almost yelled, moving your arm strongly, completely embarrassed. San rolled his eyes. Why did you try to hide your sexual life? It’s a natural thing and almost everyone in this world is doing it. “Stop babying him. We are all grown people here.” “Hold on.” Jongho stopped San. “Until 10 seconds I didn’t know you were not a virgin anymore.” “And does it change your life?” He asked. “Of course!” “How?” “I don’t want you to sleep in the upper bed together anymore. I don’t want to feel the bed shake the whole night.” “Oh my…” you sighed. “Okay deal, but only if you give us the room 3 times per month.” “San!” “Deal.” Agreed Jongho. Not only the maknae, but now you too, hated the neighbor. If he peacefully slept the whole night, you wouldn’t have this conversation.
I love scrolling through pinterest to look at styles I could never achieve sooo lets look at some outfits that remind me of the members. Also these outfits might not be something that they’d have in their closet but I personally think they’d look good in them :)
overview: after meeting san a year ago in your drag of a calculus class, you became close friends and have found yourselves voluntarily paired up for a history presentation. when you arrive at his apartment to work on the project, things get heated once you both realize you’ve been down bad for each other since you met
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genre: smut, fluffy smut. friends to lovers, mutual pining, college au. honestly this is all just smut with a bit of scene setting at the beginning. but it’s sweet so
word count: 14.3k
author’s note: this is my first time ever writing smut kaksjsjshs i had a lot of fun with it, i hope y’all enjoy! :) again, minors please do NOT interact with this post
Summary: You meet Jongho of Ateez at the gym when your friend nearly hits on him before realizing how old he is. She’s not interested in younger men. You aren’t either. …Are you?
Words: 6k
Warnings: slight jealousy, coming out as queer
Author’s note: I’ve finally finished this beast of a fic, ugh. Literally all I wanted to write was Jongho falling in love with an older reader, but because of his personality it turned into 14k words… RIP. There will probably be an epilogue of fluff if there’s interest!
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You:Hello, this is Y/N
Jongho:Hello Y/N-noona! Thank you for texting me.
Jongho:By the way, I’ll be at the gym this Friday after 6.
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That Friday, you walk up to the gym to find Jongho and Suhyeok in deep discussion on the doorstep.
“Your judgement is officially off, hyeong.”
“What? Why? Did Y/N-noona tell you about her date with Dongun?”
“You said he was picky. He wasn’t picky at all, he was straight-up clingy.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“He literally held onto her hands like this and said, ‘Looking forward to our next date’.”
You clear your throat. “Hey, guys.”
Both of them startle and look around.
“Oh, hi, noona!” Suhyeok greets you.
“Hello.” Jongho drops Suhyeok’s hands and tucks his own in his pockets.
“Why are you re-enacting my date with Dongun?” you ask, amused.
Jongho presses his lips together and doesn’t say anything.
Suhyeok fills in for him: “He’s saying Dongun was… clingy? Is that what you were saying, Jongho-yah?”
“He didn’t act picky,” Jongho corrects.
“Well, I think that’s because he’s into Y/N-noona,” Suhyeok says enthusiastically. “What did you think of him, noona?”
You shrug. “It was a short meeting. I don’t have an opinion yet.”
“But you liked him enough to agree to a second date, at least.”
Jongho frowns. “That’s not liking someone, that’s just… not disliking someone.”
“What are you talking about?” Suhyeok chuckles. “Anyway, glad to hear! Let me know when I’ve redeemed myself for last time, okay?”
“Are you going to keep finding me men to date if I turn down Dongun?” you joke.
“No,” Jongho says.
“It might take me some time, but I’ll work on it,” Suhyeok replies brightly.
“I’m kidding, please don’t work on it.”
“Don’t,” Jongho repeats.
“Are you sure? Well, you can always let me know if you change your mind, okay?”
“She said don’t!” Jongho snaps.
Suhyeok blinks at him. “Why are you yelling?”
Jongho purses his lips. “…You’re ignoring me. And you’re not listening to what noona’s saying.”
“Eh? I am listening. I’m just letting her know she can change her mind, that’s all.”
But Jongho continues to frown, and Suhyeok’s smile is fading as he stares back, so you quickly intervene. “So!” You clap your hands. “Are we working out today, or no? Suhyeok, are you meeting Yeona?”
“Ah. Right!” Suhyeok brightens and heads into the gym.
You glance at Jongho. “Coming?”
“…Yes.” He gives a short nod and follows you in.
You catch up with Suhyeok at the front counter, where he’s waving to Yeona as she talks to Geonhui, another staff member.
“Noona!” he calls. “Hello, hyeongnim!”
Yeona bids farewell to Geonhui and comes out from behind the counter. “Hey, Suhyeok-ah, Y/N-ah, Jongho-ssi.”
“Thank you for taking care of noona, hyeongnim!” Suhyeok shouts to Geonhui as Yeona ushers him away from the counter.
“You’re loud,” she comments.
“Since when does Geonhui-oppa take care of you?” you ask her, chortling.
She grins and gives you a hug. “He doesn’t, Suhyeok just decided that by himself.”
“You said I could make friends with them so I wouldn’t get jealous.” Suhyeok begins to pout.
“Yes, yes.” She reaches up to pat his neck while you snicker. “Good job, okay?”
He beams instantly and leans down to give her a peck. Yeona dodges by ducking behind you, and Suhyeok’s kiss lands on your temple instead.
“Hey!”
All of you look around at Jongho’s voice. He’s standing a few metres away, looking left out.
“Yes, Jongho-ssi?” Yeona asks him.
His jaw works. “Hyeong—kiss your own girlfriend.”
“Eh?” Suhyeok blinks. “Uh, yeah, I was trying to.”
“No, you kissed Y/N-noona.”
“Not on purpose, it was an accident.”
“I said no skinship at the gym,” Yeona scolds him.
He pouts again. “I missed you so much, though.”
Yeona turns to you. “Y/N-ah, are you by chance looking for a clingy boyfriend?”
“No,” you reply.
“No,” Jongho says at the same time.
“Noona…” Suhyeok’s pout grows as he sidles up to Yeona. “Don’t say things like that.”
She laughs and reaches up to pinch his cheek. “You know I’m kidding.”
You’re startled when Jongho reaches out and grips your elbow to tug you toward him. “Hey? What is it?”
“Give them space.” He drags you almost effortlessly to his side, arm muscles flexing. “You don’t want to be accidentally kissed again, right?”
Uh, you don’t really care, but you can humour him. “I guess you really hate kissing, eh?” you remark as you watch Yeona tease Suhyeok.
Jongho looks at you. “What?”
“Hm? On those idol shows, didn’t you say you hate kisses?”
“Oh, er, yeah.”
“You better warn your future girlfriends,” you joke.
“Well, it’s not that I hate all kisses,” he quickly says. “They just—have to be on my terms.”
“Sure, boundaries.” You give him an encouraging smile. “It’s good to know your own.”
“It’s not that I don’t like them at all,” he repeats.
“Got it.”
“Y/N-ah, listen,” Yeona says, bringing your attention back to her. “Want to join me and Suhyeok for drama night this weekend? He’s insisting we watch Pretty Noona Who Buys Me Food.”
You chuckle. “Isn’t that one of those noona romances where everything goes wrong?”
“It’s a happy ending!” Suhyeok protests. “And I think it’s pretty realistic.”
“Debatable,” Yeona says dryly. “Anyway, please don’t make me suffer through it by myself.”
“You won’t be by yourself,” you point out, “Suhyeok’s watching it with you.”
“I need another ajumma there to help me crush his starry-eyed dreams,” she says, skipping over to link your arm with hers. “Please? I never see you outside of the gym anymore, Y/N-ah.”
“Aish.” You smile as she swings your arms back and forth. “Fine. You’re lucky I don’t mind being the third wheel.”
“Hey, what do you think about inviting Dongun?” Suhyeok comes over to join you. “Is it too early?”
Jongho edges forward. “Isn’t it way too early?”
“Yeah, it is,” you agree. “That’ll be awkward, Suhyeok-ah.”
“Okay.” He nods. “I just didn’t want you to feel left out, noona.”
You reach up and ruffle his hair. “I think I’ll be too busy crushing your starry-eyed dreams, kid.”
“Yesss.” Yeona holds her hand out to you for a high-five. “Suhyeok-ah, send her your address.”
Suhyeok pulls out his phone. “Saturday evening works for you, right, Y/N-noona?”
“Yep.” You take out your own phone to see his text.
Jongho, who’s still hovering at your side, speaks up. “Noona. Why didn’t you reply to my text?”
You look up. “Hm?”
“After I told you I’d be here on Friday, you didn’t reply.” He whips out his phone and shows you the conversation from his side.
“Oh, that—” You pause. “Well, I don’t know, I just thought maybe you’d get in trouble with your manager if I said I’d meet you.”
He exhales. “Noona, I told you. I’m not going to get in trouble.”
“Look, I know the K-pop industry is really controlling, okay? I heard you’re not even allowed cell phones until you get your first win on a music show program.”
Jongho huffs out another breath, then grabs your hand. “Come with me.”
“Eh???” You stumble after him as he pulls you back toward the front door. “Hey, no need to drag me, I can walk.”
He pauses to adjust his grip and intertwine his fingers with yours, and then proceeds to tug you with just as much force as before.
“Yah, just because we’re holding hands now doesn’t mean you’re not dragging me.” You follow him out the door and into the small parking lot wedged next to the gym.
Jongho heads for a minivan parked at the very back and knocks on the window of the driver door. You stand back at arm’s length, unsure what to expect.
The window rolls down and a man pokes his head out, looking bleary-eyed from sleep. “Oh, Jongho-yah. What’s up?”
“Hyeong, please meet Y/N-noona.” Jongho tugs you forward, and the man’s sleepy gaze lands on you. “Remember I told you about her? She’s a regular at the gym here, she’s Suhyeok-hyeong’s friend.”
“Oh—hello.” The man quickly pops the door open and gets out to give you a polite bow. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jongho’s manager.”
You return the bow. “Ah, nice to meet you, Manager-nim.” Wow, he’s a lot younger than you’d imagined an idol manager to be; he looks to be about your age, in fact.
“Hyeong, tell her she’s allowed to text me,” Jongho insists. “She thinks I’ll get in trouble if I use my phone like a normal person.” He gives your hand an emphatic squeeze, which makes you realize he’s still holding it, yikes. You quickly yank free.
Jongho’s manager looks between the two of you. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not going to be in trouble for texting with her, right?” Jongho waves his phone around.
“No, why would you?”
Jongho turns to you. “See?”
“I mean… don’t idols need to be careful about who they interact with?” you ask cautiously.
Manager nods. “Yes. But are you someone who’ll hurt Jongho or Ateez?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then.” He nods again.
Jongho grins. “See?” he repeats. “Our managers are cool with it. So don’t avoid talking to me anymore by using the excuse of not getting me in trouble, okay, noona?”
“All right,” you agree reluctantly. “But did you get your manager to drive you out here just so you could prove this to me?”
“Hm? Ah, no, Manager-hyeong always drives me whenever I visit the gym.”
Your eyes widen as you look back to Manager. “Always? And you wait for Jongho, the whole time in the van?”
“Yes,” he says.
“He naps,” Jongho inserts.
“When do you get off work, then?” you ask.
“As soon as I see Jongho back to the dorm. So it differs, depending on the day.”
Wow. “That sounds like a demanding job.”
“It can be,” Manager acknowledges. “But it’s a meaningful job, so I enjoy doing it.”
“I see… that’s very impressive.”
He ducks his head, a gesture you recognize from Jongho when he gets embarrassed. “Ah, well. Thank you.”
“Anyway, that’s it, hyeong,” Jongho interjects. “Come on, noona.” He takes your hand in his again and turns back toward the gym.
“Hey—” You twist your hand free.
He frowns over his shoulder at you. “What? You heard Manager-hyeong, it’s fine.”
Manager clucks his tongue. “Jongho, manners.”
Jongho subsides at the scolding tone and tucks his hands behind his back. “…Right. I apologize.”
“Oh, that’s okay.” You whip out a hasty smile.
“If Jongho causes you any trouble, please feel free to contact me at any time.” Manager takes out a business card and hands it to you.
Slightly confused, you accept it. “Uh… thank you.”
“Hyeong,” Jongho says, in a tone that’s almost a whine.
“Yes?”
“Are you asking her to tattle on me?”
“Not if you don’t do anything worth tattling about,” Manager replies mildly.
Ooh, there’s the control. You cringe a little on the inside, watching Jongho stiffen as he and his manager share a look, and search for something to say to lighten the mood.
“Ah, so I shouldn’t use your number to ask you on a date?” You keep your tone light and a pleasant smile aimed at Manager.
They both snap their heads around.
“A—date?” Manager repeats, sternness gone from his voice. He blinks rapidly at you.
“What?” says Jongho.
“Oh, wait, are you not allowed to date, as part of an entertainment agency?” you realize belatedly. Whoops, dumb choice of distraction.
“No, no—that is, the kids can’t date, of course,” Manager clarifies, “but there’s no rule for the staff or crew.”
“I see. Okay. Well, never mind.” You dip your head and turn to Jongho, who’s staring at you like you’ve gone nuts, to make your strategic retreat back to the gym.
“Uh, it’s not that I wasn’t interested,” Manager says.
What?
You turn back. “Pardon?”
“That is… I am single right now.” His ears are turning red, and he can’t hold your gaze for longer than a second. “And, well…”
As he trails off, his meaning dawns on you: he’s saying he’sinterested.
Yikes, you did not expect him to take you seriously. You work up a smile again and flail for words. “Ah, all right. Then… uh, I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay.” Manager ducks his head again, revealing his flushed neck. “Nice meeting you, Y/N-ssi.”
You barely get the chance to bow back before Jongho’s taking your hand again and pulling you firmly away. This time you don’t fight him, glad to have an excuse to flee the scene.
Once you’re back inside the gym, Jongho rounds on you. “Yah, noona. What was that?”
“Eh?” You pull your hand free. “What was what?”
“Why did you ask my manager out on a date?” He’s frowning hard.
“Oh, I was just trying to lighten the mood,” you explain. “He gave me his card and then you asked if I was going to tattle on you, so—”
“That doesn’t mean you can ask my manager on a date. You already have Suhyeok’s colleague lined up.”
“Hey, I’m not actually going to ask your manager out. I only wanted to convey that I’m not going to call him about you, that’s it.”
“But you got Manager-hyeong interested in you.”
Is he accusing you? “I wasn’t trying to lead on your manager-hyeong, okay? Besides, his heart isn’t going to break after just one meeting, I’m not that attractive.”
“Yes, you are,” Jongho argues.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are, noona! That Dongun guy was desperate for a second date!”
You let out an exasperated laugh. “Jongho, that’s a sample size of one. Look, if you’re that worried about your manager-hyeong, I’ll send him a message and let him know I’m not actually interested that way. Happy?”
“No,” Jongho states baldly.
“Then what do you want??”
“I—” He cuts himself off, clamping his mouth shut.
You put your hands on your hips. “What?”
But he presses his lips together and looks away.
You sigh and drop your hands. “All right, well, I’m not going to contact your manager unless you ask me to. Got it?”
Still tight-lipped, Jongho manages a nod.
“Okay. Then, if we’re done with this argument, I’m going to work out.” You turn and head into the gym.
He follows on your heels. “Wait, noona. Where are you going? Let’s do weights first.”
You pause and look back at him. “You still want to work out together?”
“Yes,” he says, like it’s a no-brainer.
Well, why not. “Okay,” you agree, and follow him back into the weights section.
*
Dongun:Hello Y/N-ssi. Are you free for brunch on Sunday? Did you get the list of cafés I sent you?
You:Hi, yes, I think the second one looks fine. How about 11 on Sunday?
Dongun:Perfect, I’ll see you there ^^
*
On Saturday evening, you knock on Suhyeok’s apartment door.
“Hi, noona!” Suhyeok swings open the door. His face brightens when he sees the large bag of popcorn in your hand. “Oh, you brought snacks! Awesome, I was just about to run out and grab some.”
“You didn’t have any in advance?” You tsk as you enter and kick off your shoes. “I guess you don’t know yet that Yeona’s a snack fiend.”
“I do know!” Suhyeok insists. “I just forgot to restock from last week.”
“Can you believe this kid doesn’t keep snacks in his cupboards on the regular?” Yeona calls from inside. “What kind of college grad is he, honestly.”
“It’s been two years since I graduated college, noona,” Suhyeok replies as he follows you into the living room.
“Y/N-ah, my saviour!” Yeona leaps up from the sofa and embraces you (and the bag of popcorn). “Suhyeok-ah, go get a bowl, will you?”
Obediently, Suhyeok turns and heads back into the kitchen.
You chuckle and extract yourself from Yeona’s hug. “Two years since college. How old does that make him, twenty-four?”
“He’s twenty-three, he graduated early, the nerd. Sit down, I’ll get the TV set up.”
“Well, damn.” You sit down at the end of the sofa.
“Hey, I heard Dongun’s similar, you know. It’s their company, it attracts nerds.” Yeona returns with the remote and plops down next to you. “Did you set up the second date yet?”
“Yeah, we’re going for brunch tomorrow. Pray for me.”
Yeona laughs. “Should I pray for things to go well, or should I pray in case things don’t go well?”
You consider. “I’ll settle for praying that things don’t get awkward.”
“Oh, that’s true, Jongho said Dongun was super into you. It’s awkward when someone’s more into you than the other way around.”
“You would definitely know,” you say affectionately. “Queen of the unrequited crushes.”
Yeona rolls her eyes and elbows you. “That’s old news now with Suhyeok.”
“True.”
“Speaking of, where is he with that bowl?”
Suhyeok reappears at that moment with bowl in hand. “What’s old news?”
“Oh, Yeona used to be queen of the unrequited crushes,” you say casually.
“Be quiet,” Yeona says to you. “Suhyeok-ah, bowl.”
“Ah, here.” Suhyeok hurries over to hand her the bowl.
You look up, past him, and do a double take—there’s Jongho hovering just inside the doorway to the living room. “Uh, Jongho???” Where the heck did he come from?
“Hello, Y/N-noona, Yeona-seonsaengnim.” Jongho bows to you and Yeona.
“Oh, Jongho,” Yeona says with surprise, “what’re you doing here?”
“Suhyeok-hyung invited me.” Jongho edges further inside, eyes darting around. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
“Oh, no, that’s all right. I mean, I invited Y/N-ah, so you’re like Suhyeok’s plus-one,” Yeona reassures him.
“No, noona, I’m your plus-one,” Suhyeok says, sitting down on Yeona’s other side.
“Please, Y/N and I have been each other’s plus-ones way before you entered the scene,” Yeona says blithely.
“She means platonically, Suhyeok-ah, don’t worry,” you reassure him.
His eyes grow round. “W-wait… noona. Do you… are you attracted to women, too?”
“Which noona?” you ask, fighting a smile.
“Both of you. Either of you.”
Yeona sends you a look. “Should we say or nah?”
“You’re really going to leave Suhyeok in suspense like that?” you chortle.
“I mean, Jongho’s here, too. Maybe we shouldn’t offend his idol sensibilities.”
“You can ignore me,” Jongho says quickly, sidling in along the edge of the room with small shuffling steps.
“Yeona-noona…” Suhyeok’s looking between you and Yeona.
“If I tell you, are you going to start being jealous of all the women I interact with?” Yeona teases him.
He starts to pout, beseeching eyes aimed at her. “Noona…”
“Aish, stop it, you’re too cute.” Yeona breaks into a wide smile and reaches out to embrace him. “Yes, Suhyeok-ah, I’m attracted to women, too.”
“Whaaaat? Noona…!”
You laugh as Suhyeok throws himself on her, buries his head into her neck and starts whining. “All right, Jongho, let’s give them some space.” You stand from the couch and lead a wide-eyed Jongho back into the kitchen.
“Um, noona.” He enters after you, looking slightly dazed. “Yeona-seonsaengnim is…?”
“Bisexual, yes. Me, too,” you add.
His eyes go even wider. “You, too…?”
“Yeah.” You tilt your head. “But we’ve never dated each other. In case you’re wondering.”
“Oh, no, I wasn’t,” he says hastily, lifting his hands.
“Okay.” You shrug and turn to grab a glass of water.
When you turn back around, Jongho quickly averts his gaze, but you see the shell-shocked expression on his face. Yeona was right; his idol sensibilities are definitely ruffled, if not offended.
You decide to change the subject. “You have time these days to attend drama nights?” you ask with a light smile.
“Ah—yes. Because we just finished promoting for a comeback,” he says, words stilted. “So we have some time to rest and recover.”
“Wait.” Something occurs to you. “Don’t tell me—is your manager-hyeong waiting outside the building in the van??”
“No, no,” he says quickly. “I took a taxi here.”
“Okay, good. Otherwise I think we’d have to invite him in,” you joke.
“Why?”
“Why? You realize that each drama episode is an hour long, right? He might as well watch with us instead of waiting by himself.”
He darts a glance at you. “Have you… contacted him?”
You frown. “No. Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t?”
“Right.” He drops his eyes, but lifts it right away. “Then… have you seen Suhyeok’s friend again?”
“We’re meeting tomorrow morning. Why?”
“Nothing.”
You narrow your stare at him. Jongho only manages to return your gaze for a few seconds before blinking and looking away.
Sigh. Well, whatever. You pick up another glass and fill it for him. “Here. I’ll go check if Yeona and Suhyeok are done making out.” Placing the glass in front of him, you exit the kitchen and tiptoe toward the living room.
Aaand nope, they’re still all over each other on the couch. You can hear Yeona trying to get words out, while Suhyeok just seems focused on kissing her all over. Better leave them to it.
You return to the kitchen with a wry smile on your face. “Let’s give them five more minutes,” you tell Jongho.
“They’re…?”
“Making out, yeah.” You chuckle. “I bet Yeona didn’t expect that reaction to her coming out.”
Whoops, you brought it up again. But Jongho doesn’t stiffen up as much this time, at least.
“Noona.” He fiddles with his glass as he looks at you.
“Yeah?”
“I’m—I don’t care if you’re… bisexual, or not. I’m okay with it.”
Wow, talk about unexpected. Despite his awkward delivery, you have to smile. “You don’t have to say that, but thank you. I appreciate it.”
“It’s true,” he insists, still looking directly at you. “It doesn’t matter to me, in the end. I was just surprised.”
“That’s a normal reaction,” you acknowledge.
“It doesn’t matter,” he repeats, straightening. “I still feel the same.”
You nod. “I guess you are a 2000s kid, right? Modern and all that.”
He frowns. “Noona.”
“Yeah?”
“…I’m not a kid.”
“Ah, right. Sorry.” Guess that’s a sore spot for him.
Jongho puts down his glass and rounds the kitchen table toward you. You blink at him, taking a step back into the counter. Damn, you didn’t exactly realize before, but he’s quite a bit taller than you.
“Noona.”
“That’s the third time you’ve said that,” you say lightly. “What is it?”
“I… still feel the same,” he says quietly.
“What?”
“Since I first saw you two months ago—since we first met…” He swallows. “I felt this way then. And I feel this way now.”
“You—” You try to think his words through. He feels…?
Wait. Wait.
Your hands clutch at the counter behind you.
Is he saying—?
“Y/N-ah!”
Yeona bursts into the kitchen just then, slightly out of breath. “Come on, let’s get started, I finally got Suhyeok to calm his ass down. Oh—”
She pulls up short at the sight of you and Jongho.
“Am I interrupting?” she asks.
You look at Jongho. He looks back at you, lets out a breath and pulls away.
“…No,” you reply belatedly. “Let’s watch.”
Yeona looks between you and Jongho, but he just picks up his glass of water and hightails it into the living room. You do the same, leaving Yeona no opportunity to ask what the heck just happened.
Honestly, you’re not even sure you know.
In the living room, the problem of seating arrangements distracts everyone.
“Suhyeok-ah… your couch is too small.”
“Sorry! It’s because I live alone,” Suhyeok apologizes to you and Jongho. “Um, let me grab the kitchen chairs, Yeona-noona and I can sit on those. You two take the couch.”
“No, no,” you insist, waving him back down. “It’s your drama night. I’ll just sit on your rug.”
“Y/N-noona, no—”
“Pass me a cushion,” you command, and he complies automatically. Grinning, you plop down on the ground and nestle the cushion under your bum. “There, I’m good to go.”
Jongho sits down next to you, ignoring Suhyeok’s protests, and states, “I’m good, too.”
“Take a cushion, at least, Jongho-yah.” Suhyeok hands him a cushion. “Man, I can’t believe I’m making my girlfriend’s best friend and a K-pop idol sit on my floor.”
“Idols can sit on floors, too,” Yeona says flippantly, settling back into the couch. “Remember, Jongho, it’s good to remain humble.”
You chuckle. “Don’t take it personally, Jongho. She’s just jaded about K-pop.”
“Here we go,” Suhyeok says, and starts the first episode.
You settle back and focus your attention on the TV. It’s been a while since you’ve watched dramas together with your friends, and you’re happy to fall into the familiar cadence of commenting on the story together.
“Romance dramas always start with a break-up, I swear,” Yeona says in between loud mouthfuls of popcorn.
“You’ve got to show the heroine at her lowest point.”
“Honestly, if a guy broke up with me using those lines, I’d just say ‘okay, thanks, bye’.”
You chuckle and reach back for your own handful of popcorn. “Same. There’s nothing to mourn.”
“But the familial pressure makes it hard to just let go of the relationship,” Suhyeok argues. “I think that’s what this first episode is trying to say.”
You glance back at him in time to see Yeona giving him an equally skeptical look.
“I don’t know, I think Y/N and I are two good examples that being thirty doesn’t mean you have to succumb to familial pressure and get married.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Suhyeok says quickly. “But if you still live with your parents, if you see them every day, it’s hard to escape from those expectations. Right?”
Yeona cocks her head and exchanges glances with you. “Y/N-ah?”
“I threw off those expectations during college,” you say.
“Yep, me too,” Yeona says.
Suhyeok’s eyes widen. “So—are you estranged from your parents?”
“No, not at all.” You laugh. “I just don’t care that much about societal expectations, and that includes those that manifest through our parents.”
“I believe my parents want me to be happy,” Yeona says confidently. “It’s just society that makes them think that I’ll only be happy with a secure job and a wealthy husband. As long as they see that I’m happy otherwise, they’ll change their minds.”
“You should be glad we don’t care about expectations, Suhyeok-ah,” you say with a smile. “Otherwise Yeona wouldn’t be dating you.”
His eyes grow even rounder. “Ahh. Right.”
“My poor baby dongsaeng, did you only just realize that?” Yeona elbows him playfully.
“Don’t worry, Suhyeok-ah, you’re still young,” you say. “Lots of time to figure out what pressures and expectations you’ll accept or reject.”
As you turn around and face the TV again, Jongho’s profile catches your eye. He hasn’t said anything, just glanced back and forth occasionally as the three of you talked. You suppose it’s a different world for him—the expectations he faces aren’t anywhere near the same.
You’re halfway through the episode when Yeona lets out a gasp.
“We’re out of popcorn!”
“Already??” You twist around to see her tilting the bowl above her head to empty the last bits of popcorn directly into her mouth.
“All right, I’ll go buy more.” She sets the bowl down and stands. “Sit tight, everyone.”
“Noona, wait. It’s getting dark out,” Suhyeok says, standing with her. “Let me go.”
“No, I need to get the proper snacks,” Yeona says firmly.
“Just go together,” you advise. “Don’t take too long, or Jongho’s going to have to go back to the dorm before we get to finish the first episode.”
“Okay, we’ll be quick!” Yeona waves and heads out the door, Suhyeok scrambling after her.
In the sudden silence of the apartment, you glance at Jongho. He’s staring straight ahead at the paused drama episode, contemplating Son Yejin’s face.
“Noona,” he says suddenly.
“Hm?”
He looks at you. “Do you know the group Topp Dogg? And their former member, Hansol-seoonbaenim?”
“Yes, I do,” you say. “What about him?”
“He… came out as asexual and aromantic a few years ago.”
“Mm, that’s right.” Your curiousity’s piqued.
“He said he didn’t feel destined to be married. I… that resonated with me, a little.” He tilts his head and looks away. “I don’t think I see marriage or dating as a necessity.”
“It’s not an inevitability,” you add.
“Yes, exactly.” He nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but when you and Yeona-ssaem were talking about throwing off expectations… I think I get that.”
“I see.” Good for him.
“But—I’m not asexual, or aromantic.” He looks back at you. “I figured that out.”
“You did?” you repeat, because you’re not sure what else to say.
“Yes.” He looks into your eyes, and you can’t look away long enough to figure out if he’s leaning in or not. “When I—when I’m…” He takes a breath. “When I’m with you, noona…”
Oh.
“I feel this way,” he says, softly. He lifts a hand, touches it to his own chest. “It’s been two months, but I can’t help it, I—I still feel this way.”
Your mouth opens, but you don’t know what to say. He looks… reluctant, reticent, restrained. It’s almost like he’s in pain. You want to reach out and hold the hand he’s pressing to his heart.
His eyes search yours, like he’s looking for an answer. “Do you feel it?” he whispers.
The words dive deep, strike you deep.
You can’t stop yourself, you can’t not take his hand in yours. Not with his eyes looking into yours, asking for the truth.
“Jongho.”
Carefully, tremblingly, he turns his hand over in yours and slides his fingers in between yours.
In the hushed dark of the apartment, you look at him. He looks back at you.
What is this? What are you feeling?
“Jongho,” you say again.
“Yes, noona.”
“Are you… sure?”
He blinks slowly at you, and you realize just how close he is.
“…Yes.”
Maybe that wasn’t the right question. “You… you’re an idol.”
His hand tightens around yours. “I know.”
“And I’m thirty—”
“And you’re ten years older than me,” he says. “I know.”
You gulp. Why is he so self-assured about this?
“I know that,” he repeats, with a little more urgency. “I’ve known from the beginning, noona. But… this is still the way I feel.”
“Jongho,” you can’t help asking one more time, “are you sure—”
“Noona, I want to see you outside the gym like this. I want to tell my manager-hyung to back off and stop being interested in you. I want to spend time alone with you. I want to—” He stops himself with a huff.
Okay. Now you’re blushing.
“Please, tell me.” He leans closer, peering into your face. “I know I’m an idol, I know you’re older, I know there are so many other things out there, but—can you tell me if you feel it, too?”
You swallow.
“…I do.”
His breath catches.
“You do? You… like me too?”
“Did you say you like me?” you shoot back, feeling your face flush even more.
“I like you, noona,” he blurts, and smiles like a sunbeam.
“Oh my God.” How can he suddenly be so straightforward? You lift your free hand and shield your eyes from the sheer joy in his smile. “I’m too old for this.”
Jongho grabs your hand and pulls it away so he can beam into your face. “No. You’re just right.”
“Yah, take it easy.” You can’t help laughing at his sudden enthusiasm. “Yeona and Suhyeok are going to be back any minute.”
“It’s okay if we tell them, right?” He sits back but keeps both your hands in his.
“Tell them what?”
“That we’re… together.”
“Are we together?”
His smile fades a little. “Aren’t we?”
“Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far yet.”
“…I have.” He ducks his head.
“What do you mean?”
“Um, well, I want to d-date you,” he says, with a slight stutter that’s honestly adorable. “And, if it’s okay with you… I’d like to tell my managers and members.”
You blink. “Is that going to be okay?”
“I don’t know, but… noona, I want you in my life,” he says, like another confession. “Please.”
God, you just want to melt. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
You squeeze his hands. “Go talk to your managers and members, and let me know what they say. Then we can decide how to proceed.”
His face lights up. “Okay. O-okay, I’ll talk to them. Thank you, noona.”
“Don’t thank me,” you say with a small laugh. “This is going to be hard, you know.”
“It’s fine,” he says firmly, edging closer to you. “You said you don’t care about societal expectations, right?”
“Yeah, but my expectations and yours are different, Jongho-yah.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle my side.” He sidles closer; at this point he’s almost in your lap. “I won’t burden you, noona, I promise.”
All you can do is look at his earnest face, his shining eyes, his sweet smile, and smile back. You’d never have expected this for yourself, but, oh, does it feel wonderful.
“We’re back—! Oh.”
Yeona comes to a screeching halt at the living room doorway, plastic bags swinging from her hands. Suhyeok stops behind her, looking over her head at you and Jongho curiously.
You jerk back from Jongho, and both of you turn to face them.
“…Okay, this time, I’m definitely interrupting something,” Yeona says suspiciously.
You look at Jongho. He looks back, then reaches out and takes your hand again.
“We’re dating,” he blurts.
“Jongho—!” you sputter.
He looks back at you. “We can’t tell them?”
“It’s not that.” You can feel heat flushing up your face.
“No way!” Yeona cheers, drops the bags and rushes forward to toss her arms around the two of you. “Congratulations!”
“Uh,” says Suhyeok. “Congrats, guys, but Jongho-yah, you should know that your manager’s waiting outside.”
Jongho pulls back to stare at Suhyeok. “What? Already?”
“Oh yeah,” Yeona says. “He asked about you, Y/N-ah.”
“What??” Jongho stiffens immediately. “What did he ask?”
You grab at Yeona’s arm to try and stop her, but she responds anyway: “He asked if you had a boyfriend. Guess the answer’s yes, now, right?”
Jongho stands up abruptly, face now dark. “Come on, noona.” He tugs you to your feet as well.
“What? Where?”
“We’re going to tell Manager-hyeong we’re together.”
“Hey, wait, Jongho-yah—” You plant your feet, but he’s strong enough to pull you forward a few steps. “Let’s think about this and approach him later when we’re cool-headed, okay?”
He rounds on you with a huff. “What do you mean later? My manager’s interested in you! Like I told you!”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to date him,” you try and reason with him. “Don’t do anything rash right now, Jongho-yah.”
“Oh—and tomorrow’s date with Suhyeok’s colleague,” he says. “You’re going to cancel it, right?”
“Ah, poor Dongun,” Yeona says dramatically. “Tossed to the curb without a second glance.”
That does not help Jongho’s pout. “Noona.”
You let out an exasperated breath. “Yah, I didn’t even think about that yet.”
“Looks like you picked a jealous guy too, Y/N-ah,” Yeona chuckles.
You sigh and turn to her. “Yeona, are you by chance looking for a clingy boyfriend?”
Warnings: profanities, masturbating for the first time, handjob, clit play, fingering.
You took a bite of your sandwich, listening to your bestfriend talk to you and your friends about her first time with her boyfriend.
“I swear, nothing feels better than that,” your bestfriend stated, taking a sip of her mango juice. “I can do it over and over again.”
Miri laughed. “I told you you’d enjoy it! Now it’s Y/N’s turn!”
You nearly choked on your sandwich. “W-What?!”
“Y/N, I’m pretty sure you imagine Choi San fucking you until you see—”
“Shh!” you put your palm over her mouth. “We’re in public! His crazy fans might hear you!”
A few months ago, you developed a crush on one of your school’s badboys, Choi San, after he suddenly became interested in you after being partnered for an assignment. Initially, you thought he just wanted to get into your pants, but after five months of knowing him, you knew he genuinely cared about you. You couldn’t deny that you liked the boy and of course you’ve thought about dating him, but you didn’t know how he truly felt about you.
“I’ve seen the way you look at San,” your bestfriend said with a smirk. “Not the lovey-dovey look, although I’ve seen that too, but I’m talking about the I-want-you-to-dick-me-down look.” Your cheeks instantly turned a bright pink; were you really that obvious? Well, it’s not your fault San looks irresistible. The man’s a whole Greek God in your eyes.
“You should make a move on him, Y/N,” Yeonhee said.
“Yeah, get some dick,” Miri agreed.
“Guys, you’re supposed to encourage me to study, not to have sex!” you said, finishing the remaining of your sandwich. “Besides, how will I let someone else do things to me when I’ve never done anything to myself?” Sure, you’ve made out before with your ex, but there was very minimal touching over the clothes and some tongue. You never went further than that.
“Then start with yourself, genius. Explore your body and get familiar with it,” your bestfriend stated nonchalantly. “I have the perfect advice for you. Trust me, you’ll love the experience once you start exploring yourself and it’ll be even better when someone else does it for you.”
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“Hey, mom? Do we have coconut oil?” you asked, entering her bedroom. “My lips are really chapped,” you lied, knowing your mother would definitely fall for it.
“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen in the third cabinet,” she answered. “It’s good that you’re finally using something natural and not those chemical filled products.” Oh, if only she knew. “Coconut oil is very safe and has a lot of benefits.”
“Mhmm, yeah.”
You wished your mother goodnight before you made your way to the kitchen, filling a tiny container with the oil. You couldn’t buy sexual lube at the moment and you didn’t want to wait, so this was your only option.
You went to your room, placing the tiny container on your bedside table while waiting for your parents to fall asleep. Once you were sure they were asleep, you locked your bedroom door.
You took off your clothes and lied down on your back, remembering all the advice your friends gave you.
You coated your fingers with the coconut oil before pressing it to your clit. You gently rubbed your nub in an up-and-down motion, closing your eyes while you thought of San hovering over you, imagining that your fingers were his. Your free hand moved to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze. You could feel the heat at your hole, dripping with your essence while you increased the pace, rubbing your clit faster, imagining San slamming his cock in and out of you.
“San!” you moaned loudly, fingers moving faster on your clit; you were glad your parents’ room was downstairs and on the other side of the house. Your back arched and your jaw dropped when you felt your clit become sensitive; it felt so so good. You kept rubbing at your nub until your legs shook and your clit was overstimulated. Was that it? Did you cum? You didn’t even know. You assumed you didn’t based on what your friends described an orgasm as.
You tried to rub yourself again, but your clit was too sensitive to handle it. You slowly sat up, putting your panties back on, feeling a little disappointed that you didn’t orgasm. Oh well, you can always try again next time.
The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump and you cover yourself with your blanket.
“San?!”
San was inside your room, leaning against your open balcony door, staring at you with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, and yet, he looked absolutely divine.
San has come into your room a bunch of times, but you certainly weren’t expecting him today. He always calls you before coming over, so you wondered why he didn’t do that this time.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your… session,” he said, although he didn’t seem sorry at all. “I would’ve stayed outside, but it’s really cold, and as you can see, I’m not wearing warm clothes.”
You didn’t really know what to say. “Uh, when did you get here?"
"A minute or two before you moaned my name,” he muttered with a smirk, making you pull the blanket up to cover your flushed face. So he saw pretty much everything?
San chuckled, moving to sit beside you on your bed. “Don’t feel shy or embarrassed, Y/N,” he pulled the blanket down to your neck to reveal your face. “I always think of you whenever I need to get off.” You involuntarily let out a small whimper, feeling your sensitive clit throb at his words.
You sat up straight, letting the blanket fall to your waist, revealing your bare upper body. You noticed San gulp while his eyes took in the sight of your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. San smiled, his hands moving to your bare waist, making you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your heated body.
Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. You had imagined how it would feel to kiss San several times before, but this was a whole lot better.
Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. San smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, San sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.
“Can I touch you?” he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.
“Yes, please…”
San’s hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. “Every time I came to your room, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you… to touch you…” his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.
“Fuck, please touch me,” you begged.
San slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too oversensitive again, stopping him from touching you.
“I… it’s very sensitive from what I was… doing before. It was my first time, so I don’t think I can handle more,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. That’s when San noticed the tiny container of coconut oil on your bedside table.
“Oh, you masturbated for the first time today?” he asked. You nodded, a little embarrassed.
“And you were thinking of me while you did it? Fuck, that’s so hot,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. “Since you’re overstimulated, I won’t touch you there. But I can finger you, if and only if that’s okay with you.”
You nodded. “It won’t hurt, right?”
“From what I’ve heard, it most likely won’t. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
“Okay… then finger me, please.”
San kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn’t want to just shove his fingers up immediately. “Just relax, baby,” he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.
When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. “Does it hurt?” he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. “Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?”
“It stings a little, but it’s tolerable,” you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.
San slowly started pumping his finger in you, trying to be as gentle as possible; the stingy feeling was starting to fade away and you let him know that. He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. “Found it,” he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot.
“S-San…” you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. “San, I think I'm—”
“Let it go,” he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. “Cum for me, baby.” His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. “So fucking sweet.”
You pulled San into a kiss, tasting yourself, feeling really happy and relaxed. You felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh, and you instantly pulled away. “Let me help you now.”
San pecked your lips. “It’s fine, Y/N. This is all new to you so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or something.”
“I’ll be happy knowing that you’re satisfied too,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “But you’ll have to show me how cause I’ve never done this before.”
He chuckled cutely, kissing you softly before he sat against the headboard. “Grab the oil, baby. Pour some onto your palm,” he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. You did as he said while watching him unzip his jeans, taking it off along with his briefs, causing his hard cock to slap against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your eyes roamed all over his naked body; you always thought San looked extremely handsome, but now he looked even better.
“Touch me, Y/N,” he said with a smile, grabbing your attention. “You just have to touch me like this,” he showed you how to do it and gave you a few tips.
“Okay…”
You gently wrapped your oily hand around his length, earning a slight hiss from him. You moved your hand up and down his length just like he showed you, lubricating it with the oil. You twisted your hand slightly, moving closer to his tip. “Fuck,” he muttered when you swiped your finger along his slit; you mentally noted that he liked it. Your hand moved back down and you added a little pressure, slowly jerking him off. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes, lower lip caught in between his teeth. You increased the pace, making him buck his hips up. “Keep going, doll… I’m so close.” You moved your hands faster, earning a loud groan from San while he orgasmed, his cum shooting onto his stomach and some spilling onto your hand. You stroke him for a few more seconds before removing your hand.
San pulled you into a quick kiss. “That was amazing, Y/N. You did so well.”
“T-Thanks…” you blushed. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I loved it,” he pecked your lips. “Let’s clean up, hmm?” You nodded, and the two of you made your way to your bathroom.
San told you about his day while you both washed up. After you both got dressed, you cuddled on your bed, resting your head on his chest.
“Oh, by the way… I actually came here to tell you something,” San said, intertwining your hand with his.
“Tell me what?” you questioned sleepily; you could hear his heartbeat speed up.
San took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous. “I… I like you, Y/N,” he confessed. “I’ve liked you ever since we worked on that assignment together. My feelings just keep getting stronger, so I just had to let you know today.”
You moved so that you could see his face that was filled with hope and anxiety because he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way even after what you both did minutes ago.
You reached up to cup his cheek, hand moving down to run along his sharp jawline. You brought his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss, instantly making his tense body relax. You pulled away slightly to say, “I like you too, Sannie.”
San smiled wide, his dimples showing. He pulled you into a kiss even though he wasn’t able to stop smiling.
He pulled away to look at you, his hand gently running through your hair. “Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?”
You nodded with a smile, pecking his cheek. “Gladly.”
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Seonghwa:
“What are you doing, love?” Seonghwa asked, lying down beside you on your bed.
“Ludo… I just need to get three to win,” you said, keeping your eyes on your phone, mentally praying that your opponents don’t catch up. Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your waist while watching you play. After you finally won the game, he placed a kiss on your cheek as a reward.
When you pressed the home button on your phone to exit the app, Seonghwa noticed your new wallpaper of him: it was a picture of him making dinner. “Oh! When did you take this?”
“I don’t know,” you replied. “I randomly found it on my phone and I liked it. You look really nice here.”
“I have a picture of you like this too! Let me find it and set it as my wallpaper so we can match!” Seonghwa said excitedly, taking his phone out from his pocket.
Hongjoong:
“Babe, could you do me a favor?” Hongjoong asked while he typed some lyrics on his laptop.
“Hmm?”
“Could you please take my phone and text the guys? They asked me to get some ice cream before going home. Ask them what flavors they want.”
“Okay,” you said, grabbing his phone from the table. When you unlocked his phone, you immediately noticed his wallpaper: it was a picture of you wearing one of his reformed jackets.
“I’m your wallpaper,” you mumbled with a smile.
Hongjoong turned to look at you. “Yeah… whenever I’m not able to write lyrics or spend time with you, I look at that. It calms me down.”
You pulled Hongjoong into a sweet kiss, touch by his words.
Yunho:
You were at a BBQ restaurant, having lunch with your boyfriend, Yunho.
“Tell me when five minutes are up,” Yunho told you, placing the raw meat on the mini grill while he talked about his schedule.
When you checked the time on your phone to see how long it’s been, Yunho noticed your wallpaper. It was a picture of him smiling brightly while holding his friend’s newly adopted golden retriever puppy.
“Didn’t know you liked that picture so much,” he said with a grin, happiness clearly visible in his eyes.
“Which? Oh, this?” you showed him your lockscreen and he nodded. “I love this picture. You look exactly like it! It’s so adorable!” you gushed.
“Well, we are the same species,” he joked.
You chuckled, nodding in agreement. “That you are.”
Yeosang:
You went to Busan for a month due to a work project, but it felt like a year for Yeosang. He was standing outside the railway station, waiting for your train to arrive.
“I missed you sooo much,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you leave the railway station.
“Me too.” You kissed his cheek.
After he helped you put your luggage in his car, he began driving to your apartment. Throughout the ride, you told him about the project you were working on.
When you took his phone to change the song that was playing, you noticed his new wallpaper. You were surprised it was you; usually, it was always a scenery.
“Did you miss me that much?” you teased him, showing him his wallpaper of you.
“Obviously,” he said, his free hand moving to intertwine with yours. “I could barely talk to you due to our busy schedules. I had to depend on that.”
San:
“Babe, download this game. I wanna play it with you,” San said, settling down beside you on the couch while you read a book. You unlocked your phone and handed it to him, letting him download it for you.
When he giggled, you turned to look at him. You noticed how his cheeks turned pink. You glanced at your phone screen, realizing what made him giggle; your wallpaper was a picture of San cuddling the cat plushie you had won for him at an arcade.
“I’m your wallpaper!” he stated happily, dimples showing while he smiled. “We should do that trend too!”
“Which trend?”
“Swapping sim card trays with your significant other!” he replied excitedly, already grabbing his phone. “Good thing our phones are different colors!”
Mingi:
Mingi dozed off to sleep while waiting for you to come over. You were supposed to be at his dorm twenty minutes ago, but the traffic was really bad.
When you finally got to Ateez’s dorm, Hongjoong opened the door for you and you greeted the rest of the members.
When you went to Mingi’s room, you found him fast asleep. His phone was at the edge of the bed, so you took it and placed it on the bedside table so that it wouldn’t fall.
Since your finger touched his screen, it lit up, making you glance at it. “Cute,” you mumbled when you saw his wallpaper. It was a picture of you making a snow angel.
“What’s cute?” Mingi asked sleepily.
“Your wallpaper,” you answered.
“Yeah… you’re cute,” he said with a smile, scooting back on his bed to make some space for you. “Come cuddle with me.”
Wooyoung:
Wooyoung was currently using your phone, looking at recipe of a certain dessert you had been craving.
You told him you would order it, but he insisted on making it himself as he was in the mood to cook something new. Wooyoung doesn’t make desserts very often, so he was quite excited.
“Hmm, this is actually not that hard to make. We need to get a few ingredients from the convenience store,” he said and exited the app. That’s when he noticed your wallpaper: it was a picture of him standing in your balcony, sun rays kissing his beautiful face, his tanned skin glowing.
Of course, Wooyoung teased you about it.
“Oh, do you love me this much, Y/N?” he teased with a smirk, showing you your wallpaper of him.
“I know I’m your wallpaper too, Woo,” you said with a wink, getting him flustered.
Jongho:
You were at a supermarket with Jongho and Mingi, helping them get some stuff for their dorm.
“I’ll go get the diary items,” Mingi said before going towards the diary section.
“Ah, what else do we need?” Jongho said to himself while unlocking his phone to check the list Seonghwa sent. That’s when you saw his wallpaper. It was a picture of you on your first date with Jongho.
Jongho noticed that you saw it, and he panicked a little; your relationship was still quite new, so he didn’t know how you would feel about it. “Oh, um, I’m sorry… I should’ve asked you first.”
You snorted, taking out your phone from your sling bag. You showed him your lockscreen which was a picture of him posing next to a giant teddy bear.
“You’re my wallpaper too,” you said, pecking his pink cheek, making him shyly giggle.
i’m going thru a bit of a creative dry spell. im still working on the “take me home” series but i dont have any active fic ideas for after im done with the series.
with that said, does anyone have any ideas/requests? fluff or smut, either works
it can be for something shorter (like 1-2k words or a drabble), or a full-length fic (i can get to like 8-10k words fairly easily). i just need some inspiration p l e a s e
x~talking animals is weird for everyone, but talking animals for you is just the norm. and of course everyone calls you crazy, except for wooyoung who thinks yea she’s weird but kind of cool….
or in which wooyoung takes a liking to the social outcast of Aurora Heights
Ok , thoughts about a/b/o Ateez au where Ateez are wolfs but reader is just a different sort of animal hybrid and you know the whole cliché of a/b/o stories BUT!!!! BIG BUT!!!!! The reader is actually quite dominant (domestically and/or sexually)
And like i was thinking of like a mini scenario for each member since I saw a writer (@ja3hwa) on here do the same idea but Dom!Ateez version and I got hella inspired
(also if end up writing this idea , i will keep it in my drafts until I ask the original writer if it’s ok to interpret their idea this way cause well , i got inspired by them after all)
You have to do this!! I would absolutely love to see your idea!!
genre: black cat familiar! san x witch!reader, sort of of angst?, suggestive, overprotective san
warnings: drunk man harasses reader, implied smut, blood (nothing super gorey)
a/n: this is the most spiciest thing ive ever written and it’s not even that hot lmfao also pls lmk if i missed any warnings!
the moon shone brightly in the starry night sky as you wiped off blood from your familiar’s face in your old pick up truck.
“san, how many times have i told you to not get into fights for me?” you scold as you dab an alcohol pad on his face.
a hiss erupted from your familiar, “too many times.”
“then why do you still do it?” one of your hands holds san’s chin between your fingers as you tilt his head to examine for more cuts.
“he kept touching you, miss.” he answered, the same firey glint in his eyes still there. “he would’ve kept doing that to other women or you, if i didn’t come in.”
“i had the situation under control san.”
you opened another band aid to place on his cheek, your mind drifting back to what happened a few moments ago.
