❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 5K.

❦ Requested: Yeah, thank you!

❦ Note: ⚠️Names used here are not related to an Kpop Idol or Korean public figure. This was just inspiration.

HONGJOONG

“Oh, where are you going Hyung?” Asked San when he saw his leader carrying his bag.
“To Y/N. I hadn’t the chance to see her this week.”
“You are working way too much.”
Hongjoong smirked, “if there are no lyrics and composition from me, there’s nothing to sing for you.”
“Have a good night!” Smiled San when he understood that Hongjoong was right.
“That’s what I thought.” He replied. “Don’t wait for me tomorrow.”
Your boyfriend spent his whole week working in his studio. He couldn’t even remember when he made an entire night.
From 7AM to 3AM, he was trying to compose some of the new songs for the upcoming album.
You were comprehensive so you even avoided to text him, or only to remind him to drink water and to eat.
That’s why he felt a bit bad to push aside this whole time. He was decided to make it up to you.
It was too late tonight, but tomorrow he would treat you well.

Just the moment he put his foot out of the van, he spotted your figure at the entrance of your building.
Because of the darkness and the weak light coming from the hallway, he couldn’t see well who was standing in front of you. But for sure, it was a man body figure.
Before jumping to conclusion, he exited the car and walked slowly toward you.
“Listen. You can come here, out of nowhere, after 6 months without even saying a word to me. And ask me to take you back!” You said angrily.
Hongjoong’s blood boiled. He was hoping his way here that it wasn’t your ex stupid boyfriend. But you confirmed his doubt.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I messed up.” He apologized, not thinking at all what he’s saying.
“Yeah, you messed up and it’s too late.”
“Why?”
“I met someone.”
Your boyfriend stopped in his track. He was suddenly scared that this man come to punch him right in the face. He simply hid behind a pillar, waiting to see how this conversation would end.
“You met someone? In only 6 months?” He repeated, his fist clenching a little bit more.
“You slept with a girl not even 2 days after our break-up so don’t try to give me a lesson.” You rolled your eyes.
“He’s not treating the way I do.” He tried to grab your hand, but you kept it close to your chest.
“Yes true.”
Hongjoong’s heart missed a beat. Was he treating you this bad? I thought he was nice, kind and cool with you.
“He’s treating me waaaay better than you did for these 2 years.” You smiled. “I will stay with Hongjoong, no matter what you are saying to me.”
Your ex-boyfriend’s eyebrows narrowed. Of course, he didn’t like your answer. But it was all his fault.
“It’s not over.” He grunted before stepping away.
Hongjoong ignored how, but he didn’t see him hiding behind the pillar. Plus, when he saw his muscular back, he couldn’t lie that if he needed to fight him someday he would need his whole crew.
“You can stop hiding. He’s far away now.” You giggled, laying against the entrance door.
The leader blanket, “you could see me?”
“Come on… we both know you are skinny, but your butt…”
“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, smirking.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“Me? I should be the one asking this question.”
You shrugged, looking at the direction your ex-boyfriend took.
“Well… I guess I’m fine.”
Hongjoong felt bad. A breakup is never easy to forget.
“Well, I wanted to use it tomorrow because it’s late, but…” he looked for the DVD box in his bag.
“Tadaaa!”
Your eyes sparkled when you saw Johnny Depp’s face on the cover.
“Pirates of Caribbean?!” You clapped.
“And the whole saga!” He added proudly.
“Let me do some popcorn!” You said, leading him inside.
Your meeting with your ex-boyfriend was now an old memory.

SEONGHWA (this one is a bit angsty)

Your boyfriend noticed that you were completely lost in your thought tonight.
You were watching at the TV screen without really watching it.
He was confused and a little bit sad to see you this way.
“Everything is babe?” He finally asked.
You looked at Seonghwa blankly.
Something was really off, he thought once again.
“I’m fine.” You gave him a warm smile. “Just a tiny bit tired. Nothing to worry about.”
You could say all the lies you wanted, Seonghwa knew the truth.
“Something happened at your work?”
“Babe…” you sighed. “I’m fine.”
“If you say.” He concluded.
None of you liked the cold and quiet silence that settled in this little room.
But for nothing in the world, you wanted to say the reason that makes you so frustrated right now.
Seonghwa faked watching this show, but he was thinking about a solution or a way to help you to feel better.
“Do you want to have a walk? And to admire the sunset?” He pointed at the window, next to you.
“I’m good Seonghwa.”
“Yeah, I know. I just said that for me. It’s been a long time since we took a walk, just us two.”
“I’m lazy.” You rested your head on the armchair.
“Please,” he insisted.
You rolled your eyes and finally acquiesced. “Okay, but 20 minutes maximum!”
“Yes!” He shouted victoriously.
Before that you could even realize it, you were outside. Hopefully, you took a jacket because even if the global weather was hot, the wind was cold against your skin.
“Do you still regret it?” Asked Seonghwa, kissing your hand.
“I need to admit that it’s cool.” You smiled.
Your boyfriend was proud of him. He finally managed to change your thoughts.
Or at least, that’s what he thought. But when he saw again this sad expression on your face, he couldn’t help to be disappointed.
“For real Y/N? What is going on? I’ve never seen you this way?” He stopped to walk, pulling your hand, so you could face him.
He was worried. You could see his eyes shaking in his pupils.
“You know I won’t be mad at you. You can tell me everything, I swear I-”
“I saw my ex today.” You said straight, like if you ripped a painful band aid.
“Your ex?”
“Yeah, my ex-boyfriend.”
“I thought he moved to Europe?” He raised a brow.
“I thought too. But he told me that he had a job offer in South Korea.”
“Wait.” He put his hand between both of you. “Does it mean that you had a conversation with him?”
You nodded, understanding that Seonghwa would probably get mad at this information.
“I swear we just talked about how our lives are going on.” You tried to reassure him.
“Then if you had a simple conversation, why are you so sad?”
“I don’t know, it just felt weird.” You shrugged. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”
“Yeah, exactly. EX-boyfriend. You still look you are into him.” He raised his voice, not able to keep his jealousness for him.
“No! I don’t feel anything for him anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah! 100% sure. I love you.”
Seonghwa raised a brow, still disoriented, but he didn’t want to doubt your feelings for him, so he just let it go.
“If you say.” He simply replied before walking back.
None of you engaged in this conversation again. You simply continued your way in the park.
You knew that Seonghwa was mad because he didn’t try to hold your hand as he always does. He was walking in front of you and was faking to watch everything around him.
You would never leave Seonghwa for someone else, especially your ex.
But it still feels weird to meet someone you loved for a long time. You just hope that your boyfriend will understand.

YUNHO

It was a big day.
Yunho planned everything.
The place, flowers, the little gift, and even his text.
He was supposed to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight.
Everyone was stressed for him. All the members had an exact job in this mission.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa were the ones driving you to the secret location, Yeosang was the one setting the food and cleaning the room, San and Wooyoung were cooking, while Mingi and Jongho were helping their friends to prepare.
“Hyung…” sighed the maknae. “You prepared the whole week. Your speech is perfect now.”
“Everything is perfect.” Added Mingi, a bit done of listening Yunho shouting how much he loves you.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Nothing can ruin this moment.”
That’s what they all thought.
They never imagined that just when Yunho would finish his sentence, “Can I call you, my girlfriend?”, your ex-boyfriend would enter the room.
“Sorry but it’s a reserved location tonight.” Said Yunho, freaking out a bit.
“Mark?” You asked, trying to see who this tall figure was standing at the entrance.
“Mark?” Repeated Yunho, looking at you.
“Y/N?”
“What are you doing here?” You giggled.
“I forgot my wallet here. My friend had a party here yesterday.”
“You are unbelievable. You always forget something.” You rolled your eyes.
“That’s why I loved to date you. And I still want to.”
Yunho and you were abruptly taken aback by his audacity.
Can’t he see the romantic atmosphere? The candles? The flowers? How can someone say something like that?
Yunho grunted, trying to get your attention back.
“Well, we are a bit busy right now.” You said embarrassed.
“I’m just looking for my wallet then I leave.”
“Mark…” you grunted. “This is inappropriate.”
“Okay okay, I will come back tomorrow morning then.”
“Good idea.” Whispered Yunho.
You both stared at the man, waiting for him to leave.
At the moment, he closed the door, Yunho asked:
“Do you still have feelings for him?”
You hesitated for a second. It’s true that seeing him again made your heart flutter, but you have been together for several years, of course, you would still have a little thing for him. He was your first love.
But Yunho was nice to you, more than Mark did these years.
“No.” You smiled warmly. “We were happy together, but good thing ends. And we made the right choice.”
Yunho nodded as well, but you could feel that it wasn’t enough to reassure him.
“I’m truly happy with you Jeong Yunho. There’s not a day where I don’t laugh. Even if I’m mad or sad.” You started. “You’ve been so nice to me. In just several months… you feel like a home to me.”
Yunho was moved by your sudden confession.
“So…” You stepped in front of him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Hm?”
“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” You shyly asked.
Yunho blinked once, then twice, surprised by this plot twist.
“Wait what?”
You giggled at his facial expression, “I want to be your girlfriend. But do you want to be my boyfriend?”
“OF COURSE!” He shouted, startling you a bit.
“Really?”
“HELL YEAH!” He laughed, probably nervously. “I was waiting for this answer since we’ve been to the attraction park.”
“But it was our first day?”
“Yeah?” He raised a brow.
You understood that he wanted you to be his girlfriend at this exact moment. You couldn’t help but find it cute.

YEOSANG

“Since when do you need all of this?” Asked Yeosang, pointing at the amount of skincare and hair products in the shopping cart.
“Are you really an idol?” You raised a brow. “You put a lot more than this! And it’s more expensive.”
“Touché.”
“Thank you.”
You were buying all the products and stuff you needed for your summer vacations with Yeosang.
It would be the first time you travel, only both of you, as a real couple.
“Aren’t you excited? The Bahamas, we are coming!” You shook your butt against his leg.
“We are not on the plane yet.” He smirked.
“Can we consider in the plane already? We are leaving in less than 24h.”
“We would never be on time if you take an eternity to choose your products.” He kissed your cheek.
“Okay, I got it.” You pouted.
“Let’s clear this fast, so we can finish our suitcases this afternoon.” He advised.
“This afternoon? How I’m supposed to pack 2 weeks of clothes in 2 hours?”
Yeosang patted your head, finding you way too much cute today. “Just do it. Pack the first thing you find.”
“Sure. I’m gonna take all of my sweatpants.”
“That’s not wh-”
“Y/N?”
You turned around first. And because of the surprised expression on your face, Yeosang decided to look too.
He didn’t understand at first why this tall and handsome man, he needed to admit it, was smiling this much as you.
For a reason, you couldn’t say anything. You never think you could meet him here.
Yeosang, completely awkward with this silence, started first.
“Can we help you?”
“Ah-I-” he stuttered shyly. “I’m Soojun.”
Yeosang’s head tilted when he understood who he was talking to.
“Soojun? Like Soojun, her ex-boyfriend?”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “If the decision mattered to me, I would still be her boyfriend right now.”
“Well, sorry playboy.” Claimed Yeosang, leaving the shopping cart for a minute. “She’s my girlfriend now.”
“You better take care of your position, because many guys want to replace you.”
Yeosang smiled arrogantly, “well you guys can stop queueing, I’m not going to leave.”
“Yeosang…” you grabbed his arm, trying to calm down the tense atmosphere.
“It’s cool baby. I just wanted to be clear with your EX-boyfriend.” He glared at him.
“Soojun, it was good to see you, but we need to go.”
“Oh yeah!” He snapped his fingers. “We are going on vacation tomorrow.”
“Cool.” Replied Soojun coldly and with a bitter smile on his face.
“Say, bye babe, let’s go pay for your stuff.”
You nodded, still not processing to meet Soojun there. With your new boyfriend.
“Call me if you want to have fun someday!” He stated before you both could leave.
“I think you can start with your hand because you are blocked on his phone.” Added Yeosang cockily.
When you finally succeed to bring Yeosang in another alley, you slapped his arm.
“Ouch!” He complained. “What did I do wrong?!”
“What was this bad boy behavior Kang Yeosang?”
“He played with fire. I just showed him that he would simply burn himself.”
You needed to admit that this behavior coming from him was incredibly hot.
“You are unbelievable.”

SAN

San never chews a pen this hard.
And the vein which was non-stop popping on his forehead was a little bit more painful every second.
“So? Just say yes and you won’t regret it!”
It was the 3rd time that your ex-boyfriend was asking you on a date.
Since you seemed to be the one and only smart person between you and him, you kindly declined.
“No. It’s a bad idea.”
“You are not giving me a chance huh? I can’t prove to you that I changed.”
San rolled his eyes and faked to work on his math assignment.
He was praying for him to leave in the next seconds, but it always failed.
“You are rejecting me because you’re seeing someone else?”
“I-I haven’t met anyone yet.” You stuttered, avoiding looking at him.
The boy next to you was hurt, maybe it wasn’t clear for you, but he was trying to hit on you every time he could. And for him, you were kind of receptive too.
“Then just give me a chance…” he sighed, brushing his hair back.
“Idiot…” whispered San.
Too bad for him, both of you heard it. Even the entire table.
“Are you talking to me Choi San?”
Your friend freaked out for a second, no way he would end fighting this guy. And he ignored what you will think about him if he does.
“No, I was talking to myself.” He lied. “For not understanding this exercise.”
“Let him alone Jay… you sound like a stupid asshole.”
“Whatever.” He concluded. “Are you down?”
You sighed once again. “You’re not about to give up right?”
San understood that you were about to finally say yes, and it was a really bad point for him.
“Exactly.”
“Well, then-”
“Y/N, do you think you can help me with this?” he pointed at the equation in his book.
You raised a brow, “you are better than me for algebra.”
“But I’m confused with this one, and a little bit of help would be”
“Can’t you see that I’m talking to my girlfriend?”
“Ex-girlfriend.” He immediately rectified.
“Do you think you are funny Choi San?”
“Well… my teammates tell me that I am so…”
Not liking San’s behavior, Jay stood up and grabbed him by the collar, making the chairs fell in a loud noise.
“JAY! What the fuck are you doing?!” You slapped tried to pull his hands off your friend.
“He just believes he’s the smartest between us.” He tightened his grip.
“Just leave him alone!” You yelled.
They both continued their eye-contact contest, while you were trying to save San.
“You should go.” Started San. “Someone probably called for our little altercation.”
“Do you think that I’m scared of… teachers?” He laughed. “I’m not you. Nerd.”
“Jay, stop.” You almost begged. “I’ll agree to date you if you let him go.”
“No!” Freaked out San.
“No?”
“Yeah!” He gulped, his face still facing your ex-boyfriend. “I like Y/N. I can’t let you go on a date with her.”
“And do you think she will like you back because you are an idol? Stupid.”
“No! Just will because I’m kind to her and that I’m not a bully boy like you!”
“I could punch you in the face right now.” He threatened him.
“I don’t care.”
“Do you think there’s a tiny chance that she likes you?” He smirked. “You are absolutely not her type. She likes a macho man. Not these ones who are dancing on stage.”
“Actually, I do.” You interposed.
Your answer took Jay aback. San took the opportunity to remove his grip on him.
“I like him.” You repeated. “And I would appreciate if you could stop act like an asshole for once.”
You wrapped your arm around San’s one. If he wasn’t about to get punched, he would probably yell in the whole room, how happy he was.
“Just leave.” You gulped.
Jay bite his lip and gave both of you a dark glare. But when he got it that you wouldn’t change your mind he simply left. It was almost too easy.
“Thank you. I never thought he would leave.” You sighed in relief.
“Just asking… how many ex-boyfriends do you have?”
“Just this one,” you giggled.
“Cool, because I don’t think that my heart can take another like that.”
“Wait- it wasn’t a lie?” You asked. “You really like me?”
“Of course, I do.”
“Well… it’s becoming pretty interesting around here.” You giggled.

MINGI

You went to bed earlier tonight.
You accepted to clean the whole avenue after your boyfriend’s concert.
Because of Atiny’s enthusiasm, you agreed that it was a good idea to help them to clean the mess.
But when you saw the number of confetti, merch, and personal stuff, you couldn’t help but feel unmotivated.
But you stuck to your task and finally finished 2 hours later.
Because of this work, you were sleeping at 8 PM.
Mingi was simply laying on the couch of your apartment, watching a show he probably watched once but he was too lazy to change it.
He noticed that you were probably exhausted because you let your phone on the coffee table. You were always taking your phone with you, never letting someone else take it for you.
He hadn’t the idea to see if you were exchanging text messages with another man. You were too loyal for that, and you were so bad at lying that he wouldn’t even need to spy on you.
But right now, your phone was going crazy because of your notifications. In 3 minutes, you probably had a dozen of messages and 3 calls.
Usually, he would just wake you up if it was someone important such as a family member or your closest friends. But right now, he ignored who “Jaeyoon” could be.
[“Can we talk?”]
[“I am at your apartment.”]
[“I’m at your door.”]
“Who the hell is this Jaeyoon?” Asked Mingi to himself.
He tried to think about every person you mentioned with this name.
“A colleague? Hell no, who will come this late for work?” He wondered.
He quickly assumed that Jaeyoon was a man’s name, but maybe not.
“Maybe it’s a new friend? She’s hanging out a lot now.”
[“Please get out or let me in. I miss you.”]
This message sent a message right to Mingi’s brain.
“Not this bastard…” He grunted.
Not waiting for a second more, he practically ran to the door. From the bottom of it, he could see a weak light coming from the corridor.
What was he supposed to do? Punch him? Yell at him? Or just to be gentle and clear.
“Yeah, do that Mingi.” He said to himself again, “gentle and clear.”
He quietly opened the door, not trying to wake you up.
“Ah Y/N fi-”
“Hello, can I help you?” Asked Mingi, smiling and showing your phone’s screen to this man.
“Who… who are you?” He raised a brow.
“I asked first.”
Gentle and clear, Mingi.
“I want to talk to Y/N.”
“Ah…” he said, a bit disappointed. “It won’t be possible.”
“And why? I know that she’s here.”
“Because I’m her boyfriend.”
“Her boyfriend?”
“Her boyfriend.” He repeated.
I think that he got it Mingi.
“I didn’t know she was seeing someone.”
“Then, now you know.” He smiled. “We all make mistakes.”
“I guess.” He replied coldly.
“Well, I would appreciate it if you could stop texting her. That’s not really respectful right?”
Jaeyoon nodded.
“Just sent a text saying that you were drunk so you won’t be a complete fool in this case.”
“I- I just wanted-” he stuttered.
“Okay then… the elevator is right there.” Pointed Mingi. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Yeah-”
Mingi didn’t let the boy a chance and closed the door right at his face.
“Ha, it feels so good.” He smiled proud of him.

WOOYOUNG

“What is this?” You plopped on the couch, just next to Wooyoung.
“I lost a bet…” he sighed, hiding your phone screen with his hand.
“This is the best video ever.” Smirked Seonghwa.
“This is terrible!”
“Relax Woo… you are just writing your name with your butt.” You tried to not laugh. “And only… 2 million of people saw it.”
“Jeez…” he sighed.
You felt bad for laughing at the video which was obviously embarrassing him. But a bet is a bet.
“Show me.” He took your phone.
“You shouldn’t or you are going to have a stroke.” You wiped the tear from the corner of your eyes.
“Who is… Mr.Kim?” He approached the screen from his eyes.
“I-Nobody.” You ripped off the phone from his hand.
“Oouh… Y/N, are you cheating?” Asked Yeosang.
“NO!”
“Then who’s this? And why is he sending you a video?”
“Come on don’t be jealous, it’s probably just a friend. You are not the only guy she knows.” Said Hongjoong, trying to avoid any drama.
“I wouldn’t mind if you had told me “It’s a friend from school or whatever”, but you clearly ripped off the phone on my hand. As you were hiding something.” He said, a bit suspicious.
“Argh, don’t be mad, okay? It’s just my ex who’s being an idiot.”
“Your ex-boyfriend is texting you?” He smiled.
“Why are you smiling like this?” Asked San.
“For nothing.”
“It’s been few days that he’s asking me to give him another chance.”
“Isn’t the same stupid ex that broke up with you?” Asked Hongjoong.
“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “But I wanted to break up with him too! He just did it before I could.”
“Sure, tell that to your ego.” Grinned Seonghwa.
“Can I reply to him?” Asked Wooyoung.
Your boyfriend saw the hesitation on your face. “Promise I will stay calm and polite.”
“I think that’s not a bad idea for once.” Added San.
“Hey?” Growled Wooyoung.
“Sorry, but I meant that if he doesn’t understand when Y/N says “no”, then maybe if her actual boyfriend does it. It will have another impact.”
“You can be really smart sometimes Choi San.” Said Wooyoung, patting his shoulder.
“Hey?”
“Just give me your phone babe.”
You ordered and sat down back to your boyfriend. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen for a second, too scared that he does something wrong.
“I wouldn’t open the video if I was you.” You advised.
“Is he sending…” Started Seonghwa.
“Yeah…” you sighed.
They all shrugged at the thought of your ex-boyfriends still sending indecent pictures to you.
[“Hello Mr. Kim. I’m Jung Wooyoung, Y/N’s boyfriend.”]
Your boyfriend was typing so fast. Funny how someone jealous can be.
[“Y/N is not interested in you anymore. When you broke up with her, she definitively turned the page and she met me. So, thank you so much buddy because I couldn’t be happier.”]
“He didn’t break up with me.” You whispered, pouting a little.
“In this entire romantic sentence that’s all you, see?”
“Well…” you bite your bottom lip.
[“It’s cool if you could stop texting her, calling her, and sending your ugly dick in a video.”]
San who was looking at the messages too laughed. “Polite you said?”
[“I will personally block your account from Y/N social media and hope that you can turn the page too. Otherwise, we will have a problem and I don’t think that you want to mess up with me.”]
“Calm?” Added San.
[“Have a nice day.”]
You knew that your ex-boyfriend wouldn’t appreciate this message, but you doubt that he would continue to run after you.
“Tell me if he sends something again.” Demanded Wooyoung, giving your phone back.
“Sure.”
“Jeez, this fight made me hungry!”
“Fight?” Repeated Hongjoong. “You just typed a message.”
“Yeah, but for him, it will be like he received 2 high kicks in the face.” He smirked.

JONGHO

You were enjoying a chill dinner with your boyfriend.
Everything was fine until your phone buzzed on the table.
Jongho wouldn’t say anything, but you just turned the screen on the table and looked mad.
“It’s work?”
“No, just my ex.” You said, annoyed.
Jongho’s body tensed.
He always had trust issues, especially when it’s related to you.
He has insecurities about his body or facial expression, he knows he is good-looking. But sometimes, his brain tells him that he doesn’t deserve you.
He got lucky to get someone like you because not every girl would accept to spend Valentine’s Day alone or any significant dates.
Some night, he was looking at you when he couldn’t sleep. Jongho was wondering how someone like him can met someone like you.
You were pretty, even if sometimes you thought the opposite, you were funny, kind, and adorable. When he declines or cancels a plan at the last minute, you’re never mad.
He can tell that you are disappointed, but you never made a scene or asked him to choose between his career and you.
He was thankful for all you do for him.
But knowing that your ex-boyfriend was trying to contact you, made him freak out.
Jongho’s is practically absent, then he knows that in some aspect he couldn’t win against him.
Even if sometimes you were denying it, you were clingy and you liked to get some attention.
And Jongho couldn’t give you that most of the time.
“Everything is fine babe? You look pale?” You asked, worrying that his meal made him sick.
The maknae shook his head and gave you a fake smile. “I’m good, I just dozed off for a second.”
You didn’t add anything. The weird and tense atmosphere that settled between you was disagreeable. It felt like these times when both of you are mad because of a stupid argument.
Jongho felt it too and decided to talk about this situation.
“Why is your ex calling you?”
You shrugged, rolled your fork in the carbonara spaghetti. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s single again.”
“That doesn’t make sense.” Claimed Jongho.
“It never does with him.” You sighed. “He can’t stay single. I don’t know why.”
“He’s maybe afraid of being alone. Some people are like that.”
“He’s good-looking.” You started. “He can have any girl or boy in this city. Why does he need to contact me repeatedly?”
You were confused and frustrated. Every time you felt good again, he was coming back as if was spying your entire life.
“Why don’t you block him?”
“I did, but he’s calling me with his friend’s number or with another account on social media.”
“We can ask the police to do something.” He suggested seriously.
You raised a brow, “no way. I don’t want this issue to end at the police station.”
“But it’s toxic for you to stay like this.”
“He will stop soon. In 2 days, he would probably meet someone.”
“Y/N.”
“Don’t worry, I’m a grown girl and I know how to deal with him.”
Just when you started to feel well again, your phone buzzed on the table.
Without hesitation and probably because of the adrenaline, Jongho grabbed it before you.
“Jong-”
“Can you stop calling my girlfriend?” He said angrily.
Jongho heard him hesitating for a second, but he finally apologized.
“Understand?” He asked aggressively, trying to be sure he understood the message.
“Thank you.” He concluded before hanging up.
“What did he say?” You asked curiously. It was a quick exchange.
“He won’t bother you again.” He smiled proudly.
“I ask him to leave me alone at least a thousand times and he never did.”
“It’s because I scared him.”
“You are my hero if he never calls me again.”
“Okay then be ready to buy me a cape.” He winked.

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❦ Genre: Angst / Suggestive (but a tiny bit).

❦ Pairing: Seonghwa.

❦ Word count: 1K.

❦ Requested: Yeah, thank you!

“You are already leaving?”

“It’s almost 2 AM.”

“You can sleep here if you want to.” You said, sitting against the headboard.

“Y/N.”

“What?” You asked as if you didn’t know the rules.

“We were okay about our routine.” He sighed. “We see each other just when we are horny.”

You knew this “rule” perfectly, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt every time he would say something like this.

“We are friends with benefits.” He concluded.

“It doesn’t mean you can’t sleep here. It’s late and I don’t think you will find a taxi around here anymore.”

“I can walk.”

“Walk? The dorm is 1 hour away?”

“I don’t mind.”

You snorted, “so you prefer to walk in the rain instead of staying there with me?”

“The way you resume the situation feels like I’m the villain and the heartless one between us.”

“Kinda.” You whispered.

He simply sighed and got up from the bed.

As always, you were watching him putting back his clothes on. And as always, he wouldn’t address a word to you.

You were totally fine at first with only calling each other to have sex, but you accidentally caught feeling for Seonghwa. You couldn’t tell him otherwise; he would just disappear and you won’t be able to see him again. But, when he’s leaving this way, you just want to convince him to stay and to be just next to you.

“Do you need to work tomorrow?”

“No, it’s Sunday.” He replied, putting his white shirt on.

“Then it’s another reason to stay until the morning.” You insisted, acting like you just wanted to be nice.

“I’m going back home now Y/N.”

“But it’s pouring outside. You are going to be sick well before entering the dorm.”

“Y/N.” He raised his voice.

Seonghwa wasn’t aggressive. But when something pisses him off, he just says it.

The way he pronounced your name, you knew that he would hurt your feelings.

“I know about your little game.” He started.

“My little game?”

“You love me.” He claimed, looking at you right in the eyes.

You remained quiet. You always tried to keep it low and to refrain your love to him, but you forgot that he was one the smartest people you know.

“I don’t. We are only friends with benefits.” You lied, secretly playing with the hem of his hoodie under the cover. “I get it.”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” He asked, his facial expression full of disdain. “You are not acting as a simple sex friend with me. Or at least not anymore.”

“I do.”

“Then why do you text me so much?” He pointed at his phone on the nightstand.

“I’m just making sure you have a nice day?” Your voice cracked. “I don’t know it was a bad thing.”

“That’s not what sex friends do.” He declared. “We were okay to just text each other when we want to-”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but in the expression “sex friends” there’s “friends” inside.”

This excuse was lame to you, but you needed to win this argument.

“We established rules that were good for each of us. No feelings, no dates, no arguments. Just sex.” He recapitulated.

“I’m just texting you casually, nothing much. Like I do with a friend.” You raised your voice as well.

“Our rules-”

“Oh stop! Screw the rules! I’m just a human who wants to text you!” You replied.

Seonghwa remained quiet. You wouldn’t give up easily and admit that you had feelings for him.

“If it bothers you that much then I will stop.” You replied coldly.

“So, you are not in love with me?” He asked.

“No. I’m not stupid.”

“Then why you said to Hongjoong that you had?”

Your heart missed a beat.

You ate with the leader at the restaurant this week and you accidentally said that you caught feelings for Seonghwa.

Hongjoong promised that he wouldn’t say anything but seems like he didn’t keep his promise.

“I was drunk.”

“Please. I’m not stupid Y/N.” He sighed, taking his jacket on the floor.

“Okay! Maybe I do have feelings for you, but is it really important?”

“Of course, it is.”

“And why?” You grunted.

“Because I don’t have any feelings for you.”

A part of you wasn’t surprised that Seonghwa wasn’t attracted to you. But the other side was still hoping for it.

“We can’t do this anymore.” He claimed, with a weak voice.

You had plenty of things to say, but nothing could come out of your mouth right now. You were just so sad and mad to yourself for falling in love with someone like him.

Your closest friends advised you to not playing this dangerous game, especially with Seonghwa.

“I’m sorry if you imagined a romance with me or another romantic and bullshit stuff.” He started, not softening any of his words to you. “But you knew it. It’s only sex. It’s your fault if you fell for me.”

“My fault?” You glared at him. “My fault? I am responsible for how my heart acts toward you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, surprise Park Seonghwa, we are not all an empty and heartless rock like you. We all have feelings, and we can’t control them.”

He was surprised by the way you were talking to him. He never saw this side of you.

“Believe me, if I could have the choice to fall in love with you, I wouldn’t.” You concluded.

You stood up and went to the bathroom.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him. You needed to keep your composure no matter what.

Hands and lips shaking, you turned on the water in the sink. You hoped that it would help to hide your sobs.

You stayed like this 2 minutes before you heard the entrance door slamming.

It was at this moment that you let it go.

This scream and pain that you kept in your throat, were reasoning in the bathroom.

These tears in your eyes were burning your face.

Your hands were holding the sink, but it was quickly hard for you to keep standing on your legs. Your knees just gave up on you and you shivered when the cold floor surface brushed your body.

Why did you have to be so stupid to think that you could live something with Seonghwa?

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 4K6.

❦ Requested: Yeah, thank you!

❦ A/N’s note: If someone knows how to reduce the line spacing with this update, tell me because it’s me, ty!

HONGJOONG

You know how attractive Hongjoong is.

He was so perfect. You could look at his facial features an entire day without even being bored.

It was a good point for you. Who didn’t want a beautiful boyfriend?

But it became a real problem as you continued to hang out together.

The stare he was always getting everywhere you went started to annoy you.

And even worse, it made you jealous.

You weren’t even the jealous or possessive type before. But now it felt like Hongjoong was a good prey for everyone who crossed his path.

“Why are you so silent?” Asked your boyfriend, noticing that you didn’t touch your hamburger yet.

You focused back your attention on him.

“Nothing.” You lied.

You have plunged deep in your thoughts once again, because of the girl who was staring at Hongjoong like if he was a piece of cake.

You spotted her since you sat at the table next to hers.

To avoid any drama tonight, you just ignored her presence, but it was hard to.

“Is it because of,” he stopped and pointed discreetly at the girl. “Her?”

“Oh, so I’m not crazy!” You said, relieved.

“No,” he giggled. “She’s not discrete at all.”

“I hate acting like the ‘crazy jealous girlfriend’,” you air quoted. “But she’s really getting on my nerves. If she doesn’t stop, I swear-”

“Babe, just don’t mind her.” Advised Hongjoong, smiling lightly at you.

“Easier to say than done.” You grunted, dipping your French fries in your sauce.

“Come on! Focus on the amazing McDonalds you have wanted since a long time ago. Nobody can ruin it.”

You sighed and continued to eat your bitter but still tasty meal.

When you thought that it couldn’t be worse, the girl removed her earphones and gently patted your arm.

Hongjoong immediately prayed for her and her soul.

“Excuse me, it’s not my type to do this kind of thing, but… is he your boyfriend?”

Before you could say something to her, Hongjoong interposed, replying to her politely.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Oh, too sad.” She shrugged and looked at you. “You were so pretty.”

One of the french fries you were smashing angrily, in your mouth, just slid fast in your throat, making you choke on it.

“Her?” Asked Hongjoong totally confused.

“Yeah,” she scratched her nape. “Since y’all came here, I couldn’t stop staring at you. Sorry if it was a bit creepy.”

Your boyfriend and you exchanged a shocked look.

You didn’t say anything, but she raised your ego so badly that you thought you were Queen Elizabeth for a moment.

“It’s okay.” You said, sipping your iced tea.

“Well. I won’t bother you. You are a pretty couple by the way. I was just hoping that you were friends or something.” She smiled at you.

“It’s more than fine.” You repeated.

“Well, have a nice day.” She bowed before taking her plate and leaving the restaurant.

Hongjoong was pissed and jealous. It was the first time a woman was attracted to you. So now he needs to take care of both genders?

“Damn.” He sighed.

“I can’t believe it!” You said happily. “For once, people are looking at me!”

“Yeah yeah, eat your food.” He bit aggressively in his burger.

“Me! Y/N L/N! I’m having suitors?” You smiled so widely that Hongjoong thought it would hurt you.

“She was really into you for not laughing a second with this big ass salad between your teeth.”

“Oh shit.” You hide your mouth between your hands.

SEONGHWA

“Nobody is going to look at you Y/N. They all will be busy with their own life.”

“I don’t care.” You replied. “And this girl is busy lurking at you.”

“Babe…” he ignored what you just said. “We said that we would go to the beach no matter what, so remove this towel.”

“I can swim with it.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Because you don’t have any insecurities that’s why you can do it easily.” You spoke. “And you want this girl there, to see your skills.”

“She’s not my type.”

The dark glare you gave him, immediately ruined his joke. “Kidding kidding!”

“Let me swim with my towel.”

Seonghwa decided to use strength since you were not easy to persuade today.

He tried to tickle your neck so you could let go of the pressure around the towel.

“Park Seonghwa! Stop!” You laughed, making kids stare at you.

“Just remove this! You are beautiful! What are you hiding for?”

“You can’t understand.” You tried to pinch his hands.

“You are beautiful, stop! And these girls are nothing with you there!”

You admitted that these compliments felt good to you, but your insecurities were still too present for you to just remove the towel and to show your bath suit and body to everyone here.

“They won’t even look at you!” He continued.

“I don’t care!”

“Excuse me.”

You both stopped to fight and looked at the girl in front of you.

“Hi.” You greeted her at the same time.

“I spotted you since the beginning of your little… fight?” She shrugged. “And I wanted to say that he’s right.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are beautiful.” She replied straight.

“Told you!” Shouted Seonghwa.

“You are insanely gorgeous.” She added, not caring about Seonghwa at all. “I know sometimes it’s a big pressure to remove clothes in front of so many people. But everybody is beautiful and yours as well.”

“Thank you. It’s so good to hear this.” You said, thankful to meet someone like this.

“I saw you a long time ago and honestly, I didn’t have the braveness to ask your number but… here we go.”

“Ask what?” Asked Seonghwa.

“Oh, maybe you are her-”

“Boyfriend yeah?”

“Ah.”

You gave her an awkward smile.

“But are you happy with him? Because-”

“I must be dreaming.”

“I’m kidding cow-boy.” She slapped his shoulder.

You liked how cool and easy to talk she was.

“Well since you are taken, I’ll just go back to my business without your number.” She pouted.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Said Seonghwa, flickering your forehead.

“Yeah, it’s totally fine. He asked first.” She smiled. “Hope we will see again.”

She waved at you and simply walked away.

“Okay let’s go back to our hotel.”

“Wait what?”

“Since now, even girls look at you, there no way you drop this towel and show your body to everyone.”

“Babe.” You giggled.

“I was okay by giving dead stare to men, it’s easy! But girls! No way. Pack your things.”

“Seonghwa, I’m finally ready to swim.”

“You can swim in our hotel’s bath then.”

YUNHO

“So, I said that it was better for me to act this way! Or the scene would sound completely fake, you know.” Continued Yunho.

You nodded, not even looking at him.

“Did you even listen to me?” He crossed his arms on his chest.

“This bitch has been looking at you since we sat there.”

“Language.”

“Ah sorry.” You started once again. “This girl that I, obviously, doesn’t like, is looking at you as if you were a piece of meat.”

“Just don’t mind her.” He rolled his eyes. “Can you at least listen to me? I need tips!”

“Yeah sure, sorry.”

Yunho was filming his first k-drama and he was full of action.

It was a bit strange since you didn’t have any knowledge about Korean dramas. You watched some of them, but nothing more.

As he was more and more explaining the whole process for each scene, you could have another point of view of these shows.

“Well, should I do as the director wants me to act or should I just suggest another way? Which I think it’s the best for this scene though.

“She’s really lurking at you like I wasn’t existing.”

Yunho dropped his head, a bit mad that you were not paying attention to his problem.

“Can’t you just, I don’t know-” he said, “stop looking at her too?”

“No way. It’s an eye-contact battle now. The first one who looks away is going to win you.”

“To what? Come on honey this is ridiculous.”

“Yeah, you are right.” You admitted. “I’ll just talk to her.”

“What?! Babe-”

He tried to grab your hand, but you were well determined to kick her face in her ice cream cone.

“Excuse me Ma'am.” You started, hands resting on her table. “But I don’t like the way you keep staring at my boyfriend. It’s really disrespectful when I’m clearly sitting in front of him.”

Her cheeks took a pink shade that made you regret your harsh words for a second.

“Ah sorry,” she bowed politely, putting her hair behind her ear shyly.

“Well… I know he’s beautiful, but can you stop. It’s pissing me off.”

“I was looking at you.” She said straight.

You raised a brow. “At me?”

“Yeah… you are so-” she paused, thinking that it might be inappropriate.

“What are you talking about?”

“Sorry once again, but you are just so pretty. I was thinking about just saying hi to you or giving you my number.”

You bite your tongue to keep your poker face, even if in your head, there were a dozen mini-you, that were dancing happily.

“Sorry if it was-”

“Don’t apologize.” You said seductively, pushing your hair back, to show your neck.

Yunho, not far away from here, was confused by your attitude. He was ready to avoid a fight, but now it clearly seemed like you were flirting with her.

5 minutes later, you came back to your table, a light smile on your face.

“What the heck happened there?” Asked Yunho right away.

“Well. She was not interested in you.” You simply shrugged, taking your fork back.

“That’s it? You spent 5 minutes with her, and this is all you have to say?” He laughed, amazed by this sudden situation.

“Well yeah.” You replied, eating as nothing happened. “She just asked for my number.”

“Your? You? She likes you?”

“Why is it so surprising for you? I attract people too!” You looked at him contemptuously.

“Yeah yeah.” He snored. “What did she really ask? My number? My social media?”

“Hey! The world doesn’t revolve around you idiot.”

“She’s really into you?”

“Yeah! Stop doubting about it. It hurts.”

“Sorry sorry.” He smiled. “Seems like I will need to take care of you even more now.”

“Yeah, because honestly. If we were not dating…I would still be sitting with her right now.” You smirked.

“Wait what-”

YEOSANG

You rolled your eyes once again when you heard these girls chuckled next to you.

You were waiting in the restaurant line with Yeosang.

And as always, he doesn’t go unnoticed.

Is it surprising? Have you seen his face?

But today, you didn’t know if it was because of your period, but it was really annoying.

You were not that good in Korean, but you could understand the words “sexy”, “pretty”, “handsome”, and “cool” every time one of them was talking.

“I’m so hungry, I could eat a whole beef.” Said Yeosang, rubbing his belly.

“I told you to eat lunch. But you never listen to me.” You pinched his arm.

“Ouch!” He rubbed it. “I was just too busy as always. Of course, I would eat if I could!”

“Excuse over excuse Kang Yeosang.”

“So caring…” giggled one of the girls behind.

You sighed loudly.

“What’s happening?”

Lazily and trying to calm down, you wrapped your arm around your boyfriend’s one.

“These birds behind us have been trying to hit on you for 10 minutes already.”

“Ah really?” He turned around with not even an ounce of discretion.

You kicked his waist a bit too strongly, “don’t turn around idiot!”

“I will be covered by scars before I put a foot on this restaurant.” He complained.

“Sorry.”

Yeosang noticed that you were mad and jealous.

And that you were probably angry to be jealous. You hate to be like that.

“Calm down babe.” He kissed your forehead. “They don’t have a chance against you.”

“If it’s supposed to reassure me it doesn’t.” You replied.

“Eh-”

“Excuse me.” One of them patted your shoulders.

When you turned around, you were ready to fight, even if you are bad at it.

“My friend there,” she pointed at a tall girl standing next to a tree, “found you really pretty.”

You stopped a minute. Did she say “you” when looking at your insignificant presence?

You couldn’t see it, but Yeosang was smiling. Of course, this whole time they were talking about you. But since Korean language doesn’t have an explicit gender, it made you think that they were talking about you.

“She’s too shy to ask your number or your insta.” She continued.

Your boyfriend tilted the consequences. He immediately stood between the group of girls and you.

“Sorry but she’s taken.”

“Then maybe we can just hang out. You look pretty fun!” Said another one.

“I-”

“Sorry but she’s taken.” He repeated.

“Yeosang-”

“You are the possessive type huh?” She stated, rolling her eyes. “We just want to spend time with her as friends. We understand that you were her boyfriend.”

“I don’t have that many friends to hang out with in Seoul so yeah! Why not.” You smiled.

“So cool! There are so many things to do here. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Are you sure that you want to do-”

“Yeosang… they are nice!”

Your boyfriend looked at you as if you were crazy, and that only him was realizing the situation.

“One of her friends just tried to hit on you a minute ago and now you want to hang out with the whole gang?”

“Well, I wouldn’t resume it like that but yeah, that’s the point.”

“Can you give me your phone number? So, I can text you when we go out.”

“Sure.” You replied, so happy to meet new people.

Yeosang was staring at you, giving your number to this girl without hesitation.

He had never been jealous before, but right now it felt different in his mind. And he hated this feeling.

SAN

“Do you know what you’re going to choose?” Asked San, looking right at the menu.

“Well, that’s hard…” you sighed.

“Why? It’s just a menu.”

“Yeah… but there’s not the meal I want.”

“Which meal?” He asked, a bit baffled.

“You.” You winked.

“L/N Y/N… that’s a good one.” He smirked.

“I know.” You said, proud of you.

“Well, you have plenty more in your stock since you are dating one of the attractive men in Korea.”

“Damn, who raised your ego so much?” You raised a brow.

“Admit it. I’m handsome.”

“I’m prettier than you.” You put down the menu in front of you.

“Well, I admit that you are pretty. But more than me I don’t know.”

Of course, you were not taken aback, hurt, or mad at this conversation. You knew that he was joking.

Every time he could, he would throw a thousand compliments out of nowhere.

But tonight, you just wanted to play this little game too.

“Well… we should ask Atiny who is the prettiest.”

“You have 0 chance with Atiny on my side.” He said, proud of his reputation.

“That’s not what your social media says when you post a picture of us.” You sipped loudly in your cold water.

“Any way you already lost.” Said San.

“And why?”

“Because this girl, a tiny bit behind you, is non-stop looking at me since she sat there with her family? or friends? No idea.”

“Maybe it’s because she saw me while walking to her table.” You replied, not wanting to let him win.

“Come on-” he stopped. “Oh! She’s coming.” He sat correctly, fixing his hair. “Let’s see who’s going to win tonight. A.k.a. me.”

You knew that you already lost. Of course, she would ask San’s phone number or something else. They all try.

“Hello.” She greeted both of you.

“Oh hi.” Replied San right away. “Can I help you?”

“Well, thank you but I want to ask your girlfriend-?” She set a quick silence for you to approve that you were his girlfriend.

“If she can teach me how to make up like this! Because it’s so pretty!”

You were taken aback by this request. You would never imagine that someone would ask you this kind of thing. Even more when you put on the same makeup every day and just pray for the result to be decent.

“Her?”

“Yeah. I was secretly trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to see any details but failed.”

You looked back at your boyfriend, a proud smile on your lips. “Ooh, that’s why you were looking at our table?”

“Yeah sorry.” She apologized.

San rolled his eyes and sipped in his drink. He lost tonight and he already knew that you would talk about it for 2 days at least.

“Well… my makeup is really simple.”

“It might be inappropriate, but maybe can I take a picture of you? So, I’ll try to copy it. With my skin shade of course.” She added.”

“Sure, that’s a good idea!”

“Thank you! You are so pretty I can’t! I feel so important.” She said, before taking her phone.

“Thank you.” You giggled.

When you finally took the pic and explained to her how to do the smoky eyes, you sat back in front of San.

You didn’t have the time to say anything that San put his hand in front of you.

“Just shut up.”

“Come on… don’t be mad. Especially when you have the prettiest girl in front of you.”

“You are just lucky.” He tried to find an excuse. But in reality, his ego was raised when he understood that he was the only one to have you.

MINGI (WELCOME BACK BOI)

“I can’t even remember when was the last time we went to a bar.” You said.

Mingi was already at his 2 glasses.

“Before Covid.”

“Yeah… it’s been so long. We can start to live again.” You stirred your drink.

You were enjoying hanging out with Mingi again.

With this pandemic and his health condition, you missed him a lot.

Of course, you had the chance to spend time with him from time to time, but now it felt completely different.

“Sir,” said the barman, putting down a Mojito in front of your boyfriend. “The lady there offered you a drink.”

You took a second to realize the situation.

“What the fuck.”

“Eh calm down.” Said Mingi, smiling widely. “It’s just a drink.”

“Mingi, I’m standing right there, next to you. It’s obvious that we are together, no?”

“It’s just a drink babe.”

“Don’t drink this. Or she’s going to think she can hit on you.”

“But this is a good drink!”

“Song Mingi.”

“Okay okay.” He pushed the glass. “I won’t.”

“Thank you.”

You wouldn’t react this way usually. But today, it really hurt. You were sitting close to your man and girls were still trying to shoot their shot. Unbelievable.

Mingi saw the way you gripped your glass. He needed to set another atmosphere, or it would ruin the night.

“How was your day? Did you talk with your boss about your marketing idea or-”

“This is not a marketing idea. And yes, fine.” You replied coldly.

“Babe…” he sighed.

“Sorry but it’s pissing me off!” You raised your voice. “People sneaked their numbers in your bag, your pocket, or stalked you on social media, but nobody before today, had the audacity to offer you a drink.”

“It doesn’t m-”

“Sorry I made a mistake with the order.” Said the barman, coming back.

You both stared at him. Your heart was a bit relieved that this drink wasn’t for Mingi.

“It’s for you.”

The man slid the drink just in front of you.

You were so surprised that for a moment you could only hear the ice cubes shaking against the glass.

“What?!” Said Mingi, outraged.

You burst into laughter at this unusual situation.

“Is she hitting on you?” He gave the girl a dead stare.

Lucky for her, she was talking with her friend.

“Seems like.” You replied happily.

Mingi grabbed your forearm when you wrapped your hands around the drink. “What are you doing?”

“Drinking? It’s just a drink.” You used his words.

He grunted something that you couldn’t understand, but you were still amused by the situation.

“Remember 2 minutes ago when I agreed that I wouldn’t drink it? Just because you were getting mad!”

“It’s just a drink.” You repeated taking your first sip.

“I can’t believe it.”

“Me neither!” You laughed, sipping this cocktail as if you hadn’t drunk for a week.

“Hope you like this taste of betrayal.” Said Mingi.

“Betrayal never tasted this good.” You smiled at him.

It was good to be the one who attires attention for once.

WOOYOUNG

It’s been at least 10 minutes that you were trying to find the right train.

You were going to visit Wooyoung’s parents in the countryside.

“Our tickets said our train is on the B platform… but there are only the C and D platforms.” You said, completely lost.

You have a really little patience when it comes to travel.

“Jung Wooyoung.”

“Hm?”

Your boyfriend finally looked in your direction.

“Can you help me? Or do you want to stay at the train station for a week?” You asked ironically.

“Wait a minute.”

“The train is in 20 minutes, we can’t wait-”

“The girl right there.” He pointed discreetly at the woman standing with her group class. “She’s looking at me for 10 minutes already.”

“Yeah, and what? You are a whole ass idol. She might saw you somewhere.”

“Yeah probably.” He smirked. “How does it feel to date an idol?”

“I regret it sometimes.”

“Hey!”

“Just help me to find the “B platform” before we miss our train and that your brother is disappointed.”

“This little monster is probably happier to see you than me.” He stated.

“Yeah, and I won’t blame it for that. I’m formidable.” You winked.

Wooyoung put his index on your forehead to push you a bit. “Idiot.”

“Just help me.”

“Wait stop! She’s coming!”

You stared in the girl’s direction and effectively saw that she was coming to him, a wide smile and her cheeks covered in a pink shade.

“The audacity…” you raised a brow.

“Hi!” She said enthusiastically, bowing to both of you. “My name is Jieun and-”

“Sorry, Jieun.” Cut Wooyoung. “I know that you probably saw me on your TV and think that I am an incredible celebrity but-”

“Who are you?” She asked.

You puffed at her reply. You knew that it touched your boyfriend’s ego, even if he kept this creepy smile on his face.

“Wooyoung.”

“Wooyoung?” She repeated.

“Wooyoung from Ateez.”

“Sorry I don’t know this group.”

“Then why are you here?” He asked, a bit irritated.

Unexpectedly, she took your hand in both of her hands. “Unnie*!”

“Y-Yeah? Do we know each other?”

“No! But I need to know you!” She stated. “You are so… beautiful. It hurts.”

“Y/N?” Asked Wooyoung, disoriented.

“Y/N? Wow, even your name is incredible.” She said softly.

Wooyoung taped gently on her hands. “Remove your high school hands from my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah kid! She’s mine.”

You whispered to Wooyoung’s ear: “are you fighting with a… probably 16 years-old girl?”

“Well. I want her to be my girlfriend. Everyone will be so jealous!”

“She’s taken. Didn’t you learn at school that it’s bad to steal things from other people?”

“Things?” You raised a brow.

“I don’t care Ahjussi*.”

“AHJUSSI?!”

“Woo, let’s go or we are going to miss our train.” You tried to set the atmosphere down before they both fight each other as children.

“Lucky for you I have a train to take.”

“Lucky for you there’s my teacher there or I would beat your ass right now.”

“Excuse me?”

“Jieun, it’s not nice to talk to people like that. I know he’s an idiot, but I love him. So, I can’t accept your love.” You nicely explained. “But thank you. I appreciate.”

“Well, at least I tried…” she shrugged. “I would regret it if I didn’t.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.”

You waved to Jieun but made sure she was still joining her group class too.

“Well, Wooyoung from Ateez, it was unexpected huh?” You teased him.

“She’s probably living in a city with no electricity to not know about us.”

“Yeah sure.” You giggled.

*Ahjussi: korean term used to refer to an older married man.

*Unnie: name used by girls to call another older girl. This word also means “big sister”.

JONGHO

You just sat at your favorite restaurant.

Because of summer, people were rushing there, trying to get a table.

That’s why you couldn’t choose your seat as you usually do.

If you had the chance to, you would never choose the tablet next to this, probably, model.

She was so good-looking that you became instantly insecure.

“Screw beauty standards Y/N…” you whispered.

Jongho stared at you. “What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just that it felt good to be there.”

You gave him a warm smile and focused back on the menu. If he knew that you were being insecure, you would need to listen to him for 2 hours straight, explaining that beauty standards are bullshit. But he’s not wrong.

You did your best to focus on the moment with your boyfriend, but your eyes couldn’t stop staring at the girl next to you.

She was really divine. You thought that maybe it shouldn’t be free to look at her.

“Do you know her?” Asked Jongho, noticing your stares.

“No. She’s just pretty.” You replied.

“Well, I guess she is.”

“I noticed that sometimes she’s looking at you. Maybe you should try to-”

“Stop there. You might say something stupid.” He stated.

You are so used to girls or even boys, trying to flirt with your boyfriend that you won’t be even surprised if someday he broke up with you to go with someone else.

“What the hell is this mindset Y/N?” You shook your head.

Suddenly, Jongho raised a brow.

“This girl is checking me out without any inconvenience. I feel naked.”

“Told you.”

She probably heard what your boyfriend said because she smiled.

Both of you were uncomfortable and kind of shy about this situation.

“Jongho? Am I right?” She asked out of nowhere.

You gulped.

“Yeah? Do we know each other?”

“Well, I am a fan.” She admitted.

“Oh.” He smiled.

“You were my bias!”

“Were?” He repeated, a bit disconcerted.

You snorted a bit. This plot twist was unexpected and funny to you.

“Don’t take it personally. But Atiny is falling in love with Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He repeated.

“Me?”

She smiled at you. She’s so beautiful that if you were not sitting, you would probably fall right now.

“Yes! We see you a lot in the backstage logbook and you are always so funny.” She started. “You take care of the boys so well, help them when they’re down. Plus, you are gorgeous!”

“Wow. I would never have thought that I had such an impact on you guys.” You replied, moved.

“Of course! We are looking for you now.” She giggled. “If you were not dating Jongho, I would ask for your phone number right away.”

“My what-”

“Phone number?” Repeated Jongho.

“Do I look like a hetero?” She winked at you.

“I- You just look like you. A unique person.”

“Oh no! She’s funny, gorgeous and so kind!” She pouted.

“What the hell is going on here?” Whispered Jongho.

“Don’t let her go Jongho… because there are plenty of girls waiting for her to be single. And me first.”

“Wow wow! Stop flirting with my girlfriend!”

“It didn’t bother you when you thought I was staring at you.”

“She’s right, babe.” You crossed your arms on your chest.

“I- You-” He stuttered. “What the hell is going on here?!” He freaked out.

❦ Genre: Light angst/Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 4K.

❦ Requested: Yeah, thank you!

HONGJOONG

“Joong faster! The shop will be full soon!” you held your belly as you walked as fast as possible.
“Don’t run. It’s bad for the baby.” He said, walking behind you.
“Then run there for me! And I’ll walk calmly.”
“I won’t do that.”
“Then I continue”. You rolled your eyes.
You absolutely wanted a baby set of clothes, toys and equipment that your favorite shop was selling. The only problem was the limited edition of it.
And of course, your grumpy fiancé behind was a problem too.
He was mad at the moment you asked him to get out of his studio.
“No!” You grunted when you saw the line in front of the shop. “Everyone is pregnant or what?!”
“So… we came here for nothing?” Asked Hongjoong.
“No. I won’t leave without this set.” You stand right in the line.
“Y/N, it’s ridiculous.” Sighed Hongjoong. “They are all here for the same thing.”
“Do you see the bench over there?” You pointed at the seat a bit far away.
“Yeah? Why?”
“Then go sit your pessimistic ass over there.” You claimed, angrily.
“You are so childish…”
“And you are so rude! Do you think I want to be there too? No! I just want to be in my bed and sleep.”
“Then let’s go back home!”
“No! I want this set.” You insisted, raising your voice. “If you don’t want to be sure of our baby’s comfort then LEAVE!”
“Don’t act like I don’t care about the baby”. He replied.
“Looks like you inly think about your job. As always.” You put a hand on your belly.
“Yes, because it’s how I can buy everything for our family!” He rubbed his forehead, done with this argument.
“I would love it if you could be more considerate now! All I do is for-”
“Hongjoong, it hurts.” You whispered, dropping your bag to touch your belly and to keep your balance.

“Y/N!” He shouted, placing his arm around your shoulder.
The couple behind you, asked everyone to move so you could sit inside the shop.
Between the sharp pain and the general panic, you could clearly see how worried Hongjoong was.
“Sit here honey.” He helped you, making sure you were okay.
“Can I have water, a fan or a paper? I don’t care.” You paused. “And a biscuit.”
He smiled lightly and asked the employees who were standing next to him. They all nodded and did their best to find everything you wanted.
“How do you feel?” He brushed your hand with his thumb.
“Good. Maybe it’s a contraction.”
“It’s too early for that. Let’s go to the hospital when it calms down.
You nodded, appreciating how nice and caring he was. And it feels good that he remembered when your contractions are supposed to start.
“Do you need something?”
You were ready to say no when you realized.
“Since we are in the shop… do you think we can ask them to give us t-”
“Y/N.”
“Please!” You made your best puppy eyes.
“Hongjoong snored and went to ask an employee.
You were curiously looking where this conversation was going, but because of their poker face, you couldn’t guess anything.
2 minutes later, Hongjoong gave you a thumbs up.
If you could, you would run to him and yell that he was the best fiancé of this entire earth.

SEONGHWA

“Honey, I’m home.” Shouted Seonghwa.
“Welcome back babe!” You got out of the kitchen to greet him. “How was your day?”
“What is this mess?” He pointed at the jam, milk and piece of bread spread on the floor.
“Ah,” you giggled embarrassed, scratching your neck. “I was hungry this morning and I accidentally… created this mess.”
“You could clean a bit. Insect can crawl there.” He said, dropping down, tissue already in his hand.
“As you can see,” you pointed at your belly. “I’m pregnant.”
“And since when being pregnant gives you the right to be dirty?”
“Dirty?” You repeated. “I’ll clean and of course I will bend.”
“Seonghwa sighed. Your pregnancy was an excuse for everything.
He started to think that you were taking advantage of him.
“Sorry to be pregnant.”
“That’s not what I meant. And you know it.” He said seriously.
“You always say or tell remarks like that and honestly I’m sick of it.” You started. “Being pregnant isn’t easy for you and for me either. It’s teamwork! You need to help me while I’m doing my best to keep our babies safe and healthy.”
Without noticing it, you gripped your dress and lost your balance. Seonghwa, smart and lucid, noticed it right away.
“Y/N-”
“No! Listen to me now! I would like you to be nicer wi- ouch.” You grunted in pain.
“Y/N, calm do-”
“You are ruder and ruder every day!” I need to do my best to keep my hormones or cravings to- damn it hurts!” You stopped and bit your tongue to avoid the painful scream coming out.
“Y/N! Stop!” Shouted Seonghwa, before you could continue your monologue. “Calm down, it’s not good for you!” He held your hand. “I’m sorry, okay! I got it. I will fix my behavior.” He said calmly.
You took a deep breath before thanking him.
“Let me look for what we need to do.” He grabbed his phone in his pocket.
“It’s okay. The pain is fading away.”
“Are you a doctor? No! So let me look for answers.”
“I doubt that google will give you a proper answer.” You snored, hands on your chest.”
“Yeah, you are right. Let’s go to the hospital. Can you walk?”
“I can crawl.” You giggled.
“Okay let me carry you.” He stood up.
“No! I’m heavy.”
“I don’t care.” He put your arm around his shoulders.
“Please Hwa, don’t-” You stopped when you realized how easy he was carrying you. “Did you work out?”
“I can do everything for my family.”
Your face decomposed and your mouth started to shake when you heard this.
“A- Don’t tell me you are crying.”
“Shut up and carry me.” You said, hiding your face on his shirt.
“Why are you crying?” He laughed.
“Hormones!”
“Sure, little baby.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

YUNHO

“I’m so so done with this baby!” You growled as you were trying to wake up.
“You are almost done.” Smiled Yunho, touching your belly.
“He should have been there for a week already.” You pushed his hand away.
“It might be comfy inside.”
“The outside world is cool too, kid!” You sighed, looking right at your enormous belly. “I’m so done.”
“Don’t stress… the doctor said it was okay and completely normal. It just happens sometimes.”
“I know. But I just miss doing things by myself. I need to lay down here the whole day. I need to ask people to help me stand by my own foot! All of this for your damn baby.” You pointed at Yunho.
“My damn baby?” He raised a brow. “If I remember well… we were both making it?”
“Ha ha. Nice joke.” You rolled your eyes.
“I guess that this pregnancy makes you rude day by day.” Stated Yunho.
“I will listen to you when you understand how it feels to be pregnant.”
“Well, I don’t want to argue with you again, so I’m just going to hang out alone.” He said, taking his wallet on the coffee table. “Don’t wait for me.”
“Yunho w-wait-” you said weakly.
Your husband turned around, annoyed, but his expression changed at the moment he saw these tears on your face.
He dropped everything and sat down, next to you, intensifying the pain.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know- it just hurts Yunho.” You sobbed.
Following his first instinct, Yunho called an ambulance. The whole time, he was next to you, helping you to relax and to let the pain fade away.
Inside of him, he was praying for you and the baby to be okay.
“Everything will be okay baby.”
“I’m so scared.” You cried, not removing your hand off your belly. “What if everything I’ve said caused-”
“Shh… just wait for the ambulance.”
Another silence settled. You both were focused on your round belly, hoping to feel or to see the baby moving inside there.
Right when the SAMU knocked, Yunho rushed at the door.
She’s in the living-room, right there.
These 3 people ran to you, making you freak out again. One of them was looking for the context, how everything happened, while the 2 others were taking your tension and making sure your heart was okay.
“We were having an argument. I turned around to leave and she had this terrible cramp or pain. She can’t even describe it.”
“It’s possible that this argument caused this incident.”
“It’s not the only argument we had during my pregnancy. But I’ve never felt such pain.” You sobbed.
“Hormones, stress and aggressive emotions and feelings can have different incidences on you. To be sure everything’s okay, we are going to the hospital.
Yunho nodded and tried to reassure you. “This baby will be completely fine.”
“Okay then.” You accepted. He muttered a tiny apology and then helped you to stand up. It would have been a hard moment but with Yunho, you can do everything.

YEOSANG

“Shit shit shit!” Cursed Yeosang, running crazily in the clinic. “She’s going to-”
He stopped right at the doctor’s door which just widely opened.
You were thanking him for the scanner.
Yeosang thought that you wouldn’t be too mad because of the smile on your face. But it faded away when you turned around and looked at Yeosang’s direction.
“Babe, I’m sorry.” He immediately apologized, his forehead dripping of sweat. “I completely forgot to turn my alar-”
You walked past to him, saying goodbye to the nurses on your way out.
“Oh Y/N please…” he rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “Don’t ignore me.”
You continued to walk out, trying to remember where you parked earlier.
“Y/N, please talk to me.” He insisted.
“Can you drive. I don’t feel good enough to do it right now.”
“Why? Is there something wrong?”
“Like you care.” You said, sitting on the passenger seat and closing the door before he could say anything.
Yeosang rushed to get it and to ask you again. “Hello earth? I’m asking you if you are okay.”
“I’ll be good and the baby too.” You finally replied. “Thank you for replying. I was getting mad.”
You scoffed, thinking that he was completely stupid. “You are the one getting mad? I am the one who can be mad right now!” You raised your voice. “I did everything to remind you this appointment!”
“I was busy!”
“So now you are too busy to come with me at the clinic? It seems like you don’t give a fuck about our baby.”
“Don’t say that! I’m working harder to give you everything you want. Because you are always asking so many things for the baby or for food!” He yelled back.
“Sorry to be pregnant!” You claimed ironically.
“Yeah, and I’m sorry for the baby to have a crazy and selfish mother like you!”
You were ready to reply something worse, but you belly made you bend over and grip the first thing next to you: Yeosang’s hand.
At your painful face expression, anxiety replaced madness. He instantly put his free hand on your belly, ignoring if it was a baby kick.
“Are you okay honey?”
“I don’t know…” you blow out. “I think the baby doesn’t like to see us arguing.” You claimed.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered still staring at your round belly.
You both stayed quiet, letting the sharp pain fade away.
Even if you argued most of the time, the baby health was all that mattered.
“Do you want to go the hospital to check if everything’s fine?” Asked Yeosang calmly.
“No, it’s fine.” She doesn’t like us arguing.” You smiled.
“She?” Repeated Yeosang.
You immediately stopped, realizing the big mistake you’ve just made.
“Yeosang I-”
“We are having a girl?”
“M-Maybe?” You bite your finger.
“We are having a GIRL!”
Yeosang honked causing everything in the street to stare at him.
“I’M HAVING A GIRL!!”
“Babe please!” You laughed, trying to pull him back on his seat. “Calm down.”
“A GIRL!” He screamed even louder at the people clapping and cheering for him.

SAN

You hide in the bathroom when another cramp hit you. As always, you rubbed your belly to reduce the pain. It wasn’t easy especially with San, still yelling how selfish you could be sometimes. He totally ruined the peaceful aera you were trying to create.
“You hide yourself in the bathroom because you know that I’m right!” He said behind the door.
Using the breathing technics, you learned during these lasts’ months of pregnancy, you sat on the bath’s edge.
“You can’t decide of everything. It’s my baby too.”
“Breath Y/N… breath…” you whispered to yourself.
“And what about you come out so we can talk like adults! I wasn’t expecting to have 2 babies here.” He added sarcastically.
You winced in pain when the cramp intensified in your lower back.
“You could have asked me at least before buying all of these stuff without me!”
San was mad and disappointed that you brought items or things for the baby alone. But it was hard to choose something that you both like your son is dye in few weeks now. You needed to be sure he would be the happiest and comfiest possible.
“It feels like I’m not even his dad! Are you a single mother you didn’t warn me?” He raised his voice.
All of this tension was harmful. The cramp wasn’t fading away like it does usually.
You started to freak out, what if something bad is happening?
“San, stop.” You almost begged with a weak voice.
It does seem like San understood your pain through the door.
Turning the knob gently, he only passed his head to see what is going on.
The distress looks on your face, made his heart rush.
“Wow wow wow! Are you okay?”
You shook your head, feeling the pressure around your belly.
“Since when does it hurt?” He composed the SAMU’s number.
“Every time we argue.” You sobbed, lips shaking.
San’s eyes widened. “We’ve been arguing for almost 2 weeks!” He claimed.
“The pain was bearable.”
“You are completely crazy, I swear you-”
[Hello?!”] He yelled at his phone. [“My wife is pregnant and now she’s having a stomachache or a cramp I don’t really know.”]
You kept looking at the worried stare in your husband’s eyes.
“Did you water broke?” He whispered, looking beneath you for any sign of water.
“No.”
[“No, the baby isn’t coming yet.”]
The way he said this was adorable to you. San was a grown man now, but sometimes he still looked so childish.
[“We were arguing…”] he said embarrassed.
San took your hand in his, trying to reassure you.
[“Are you sure only rest and hot drinks can help? There’s a whole big baby there? No period cramps.”]
You snored at his response. “San, it’s okay. I do feel better now. Let’s do what they said.” You smiled lightly.
He raised a brow, but finally nodded.
[“We will call you back if it happens again.”] He said before thanking the girl and hanging up.
“You are a good father already.”
“Of course. That’s my job to protect all of you.” He rubbed your belly. “Let’s take a nap now.”

MINGI

You tried to reach the flour from the upper cupboard.
“Sojeon is a no Mingi.”
Your husband stood up behind to help you. “Sojeon is actually really pretty.”
“I don’t care if it’s pretty.” You sighed. “I won’t call my baby girl by your ex-girlfriend’s name.”
“It sounds terrible coming from your mouth. I just saw a pretty name.”
“Mingi, no.” You said seriously, adding sugar in your dough.
“I can’t choose anything anyway. You should have told me it would only be your baby.” He rolled his eyes.
“What do you mean?” You stood up against the counter, confronting him.
“You choose the name, the bedroom decoration, the kindergarten, etc. I can’t say anything most of the time.”
“You always tell me how cool my ideas are! And you don’t propose anything.” <he replied, hand on your hip.
“You think that because you are carrying the-” he stopped. “Y/N?”
Your legs become weak while the sharp pain on your lower back and belly intensified.
You put all of your weight on the counter while your body was slowly dropping on the floor.
Mingi wasn’t realizing what was happening. It only hit him, when he saw you wincing and grunting on your knees.
“Wow wow! What is happening?” He crouched down, next to you, hands on your shoulders.
“I think she doesn’t like to hear us yelling.”
“Can you stand up? Let’s check if-”
“Just help me to sit down.”
Mingi ordered, trying his best to not hurt you even more.
When your head rested against the cupboard, you made the breathing technic, you learned at the prenatal lessons.
“You are you don’t want to-” Started Mingi.
“No, it’s fine. She’s fine.” You put your hand on Mingi’s one.
“How do you know?” He raised a brow.
“My mom’s instinct? I don’t know. I just know that she’s more than fine.” You smiled, your eyes a little bit teary.
“But still, I will call a doctor-”
“Shh…” Just stay quiet for now.” You closed your head, enjoying her little but pretty harsh kicks in your belly.
Mingi remained quiet. He was still worried but the peaceful expression on your face was reassuring.
Just when you thought about standing up, Mingi asked: “So it’s still no for Sojeon?”
“Song Mingi.”
“Okay Ma’am.”
“But what if I ask Sojeon to change her name so we can use it for our girl?”
“Do you hear what you’re saying?” You asked, not understanding how someone can come with this idea.
“There’s a solution for everything.” He shrugged.
“There’s an infinite possibility of name here and you need to choose your ex-girlfriend’s name.” You sighed.
“Hm.” He started to think about the consequences. “Let’s go for Mia then.”
“Mia?” You repeated. “Where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know. I just like it.” He smiled and rested his head gently on your belly. “Do you like it too sweetheart?”
“Pretty sure she will like it. As much as I do.” You ran your hands in his hair.
“So, you agree to name her Mia?” He asked, enthusiastically.
“Of course. It’s a pretty name.” You giggled.
“Aw! Thank you thank you thank you!” He shouted happily. “Can’t wait to meet you, Mia.”

WOOYOUNG

Your fiancé was holding your hand tightly. it was freezing outside, but his palm was so warm. Enough for both of you to endure the cold wind on your body.
“We had a pretty good date huh?” He kissed your knuckles.
You nodded and smiled widely at Wooyoung. “It was perfect! Thank you again for this baby.”
“We should do this more often before the arrival of our babies.” He suggested.
“Yeah, you are right.”
“When will we be only together again? Just both of us?”
“When will they leave the house?” You laughed a bit.
“It seems pretty far but I’m sure time will fly.” Sighed Wooyoung, already nostalgic.
“There’s so many things we won’t do anymore.” You pouted. “And for so loooong.”
“You can’t say anymore that you will go for a run but go to McDonald’s instead.” He poked your waist.
You raised a brow.
“And finally, you won’t be the loudest anymore.”
“Me?” He pointed at his chest. “The loudest?”
“Yeah. Especially when you are laughing.”
Wooyoung scoffed, “sorry to be happy!”
“I don’t blame you for being happy, but you are so noisy sometimes.”
“Me?” He repeated. “Did you forget this terrible noise when you eat?” He said.
“It’s just to cover your loud laugh so I won’t be ashamed.” You raised your voice, tightening your grip on his hand.
“Ashamed? Since when are you ashamed of me?”
This argument escalated quickly. People were staring and judging both of you.
Your twins probably hated this situation as well, because your belly started to roam so painfully that you almost fell on Wooyoung, who instantly tried to help you.
“Okay let’s calm down before it becomes worse.” He said calmly, guiding you to a bench not far away.
When you yelped while sitting, Wooyoung freaked out. “Are you in so much pain?”
“N-No no. The bench is just cold.” You laughed.
Wooyoung ignored if it was a nervous laugh or not, but he quickly joined you. The situation was unusual and sarcastic to you.
“We are laughing too loud. People are looking at us.”
“Screw them!” You smiled. “If my fiancé wants to laugh loudly, then he can. And I’ll do the same.” You added.
Wooyoung crouched down to rest his ear on your belly. “I don’t know what you did to your momma but do it again. She’s nicer.” He giggled.
“Jung Wooyoung. It’s still painful.”
“I’m kidding babe.” He pecked your hand.
“I’m sorry for what I’ve said.” You apologized.
“I’m sorry too.” He spoke.
“And both of you too! Inside! Apologize to your mom.”
Instead, you receive a strong kick which startled you.
“Okay okay stop!” He freaked out. “Damn, I need to work on my authority already.” He sighed.

JONGHO

“Babe, do you want to go to the cinema today?” You suggested to your husband.
“I don’t have time today.” He replied, putting his shirt on.
You sat on the bed, looking at your husband, getting ready for a schedule you were not aware of.
“What do you need to do?”
“Since I missed a training because I needed to check if the ba-”
“Why does it sound like an obligation?”
Jongho rolled his eyes, “Y/N, don’t start again.”
“I don’t start anything. I’m just noticing.” You stated.
“Whatever…”” he sighed. “I really need to train, or I’ll be a burden.”
“When do you think you’ll be free then?” You asked. “It could be cool if we go-”
“I’m never free, Y/N. I’m always busy!” He cut you straight.
You passed your hands on your belly. You knew that tension could be bad for the baby.
“Okay then forget it.”
“Yeah, sorry but work is quite heavy these months.”
“Sure. I got it. I’ll just give you a call when our son is born.”
“Y/N…”
“Ah too busy for a call? Then a text, it’s okay too.” You replied ironically.
“Okay what is going on with you this morning?” He sat on the sofa, just in front of the bed.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but we were 2 when he made this baby. So why do I feel like you don’t give a-” you stopped, before cursing at Jongho. “You don’t care about this baby. I buy all the things by myself, and you are never present for big decisions.”
“Y/N I need to work.”
“I KNOW! You are nonstop saying that you need to work, to practice, to see your members.”
“Y/N calm down. You shouldn’t be mad. It’s not good for the baby.”
“How can you know what is good or not? You are never-”
Jongho rushed to you when your face went pale and that your hand covered your chest.
“I told you to calm down!” He helped you to stay still and placed a pillow behind your back.
You couldn’t stay still. The pain was heavy.
“Calm down…” he rubbed your belly.
Unexpectedly, he started to sing a soft ballad.
In 6 months of pregnancy, he never did such a thing. You were sad but grateful too.
In a few minutes, the pain was completely gone, and you still could feel your son’s kicks.
“Thank you.” You mumbled, relaxing even more.
“Let’s rest a bit. Your body needs to erase any sense of tension or stress.”
“But you need to work.” You said, sadly.
“Shh, it can wait…” he smiled at you. Nothing is more important than these 2 persons right now.”
“Thank you.” You pecked his lips.
“And I still can leave when you are sleeping.”
“Jongho.”
“I’m joking!”

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 4K.

❦ Requested: Yeah, thank you!

HONGJOONG(w/ Jongho)

[“Yeah Hyung… I know.”] Sighed Jongho, not even listening to his leader. [“Come on Hyung, just pick me up in front of the mall. I won’t move.”]
Jongho rolled his eyes, annoyed.
[“See you in few minutes Hongjoong Hyung…”] He said, instantly hanging up.
He made sure that the leader couldn’t hear him at all, “he’s being really moody these days.” Jongho shrugged at his own interrogation.
He was sipping at his usual Ice Americano, when he saw you crossing the road just in front of him. He immediately waved to you.
The shy smile on your face was forced, and he could tell it.
“Y/N! Long time no see!” He greeted you.
“Hi Jongho.” You greeted him with a weak voice.
“Where have you been? We were all craving for your tasty and spicy chicken these days.”
“I gave the recipe to Wooyoung.”
“Won’t taste like yours for sure.” He giggled.
“Oh Hongjoong is on the way. We are going to the cinema. Do you want to join?” He offered.
“No, thank you.” You straightly declined.
“Okay then… just wait for him.”
“No, I gotta go.”
“Ah? Really? We can get you anywhere you want though, we have the ca-”
“Jongho, we broke up. So no, I won’t go anywhere with him. Or with you anymore.” You stated, pissed and sad.
“W-I-Sorry.” He stuttered. “I didn’t know about that.”
“It’s okay… sorry I’ve almost shouted at you.” You wiped your eyes, bearing a fake smile.
“Can I ask why? Everything seemed pretty fine between you.”
“Well…”

“Hello buddy. Are you ready for the best movie of all time?” Asked Hongjoong, smiling widely at the maknae. “Jumanji here we aaare!”
“You cheated on Y/N?” Jongho asked without any hesitation.
Hongjoong looked at him, completely taken aback.
“Who told you that?”
“I just met Y/N and asked her why she wasn’t coming anymore.”
“Listen, it was an accident.”
“An… accident? Did you “accidentally”, he air quoted, “fell, penis first in another girl?”
“Don’t talk to me like this, Jongho.” Said Hongjoong, raising his voice.
“Yeah, I don’t even want to talk to you!” Replied Jongho. “You are so disgusting.”
“Jongho, I feel already bad y-”
“No! You are living well right now. While Y/N is devastated. She cries every time someone mentions your name. Her eyes are puffy, but I don’t know how, she keeps smiling.” Started Jongho. “You are living like nothing happened, but she’s living with a broken heart now. She suffers.”
“I KNOW!” Claimed Hongjoong. “I really fucked up.”
“At least, it’s a good thing that you admit it.” Said Jongho, ironically.
The maknae didn’t say anything else and opened the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Anywhere you are not.” He replied, getting out of the car.
Hongjoong sighed and hit his head on the steering wheel. “Shit…”

SEONGHWA (w/ Mingi)

“Jeez, this is so boring today.” Sighed Mingi, zapping the channel for the 100th time in a minute.
“I should have at least gone with them…”
The tall boy was still on hiatus because of his heart, but he was definitely feeling better now. He could start and join other members during the group schedule, but couldn’t go right in front of the camera.
“Why was I so lazy this morning?” He facepalmed. “And now I am talking to myself!”
Mingi fell down on the couch, the fabric shaking beneath him.
A loud knock startled him.
“Huh? I didn’t order anything today… or did I?” He kept asking himself. “You are going crazy, Song Mingi.”
He pushed the pillow off him and ran to the door.
You were the last person he would imagine seeing when he opened the entrance door.
“Hel-”
“Where’s Seonghwa?” You asked angrily, almost pushing Mingi on the wall behind.”
“At a broadcast with the gr-”
“Where is he then?” You repeated. “I need the address.”
Mingi was half scared and half confused.
“Y/N what is going on? You are so-”
“Angry? Mad? Sad? Exhausted? Depressed? Heartbroken?” You stepped in front of him.
“Y-Yeah.” He gulped.
“Wouldn’t you too when you found out that your boyfriend is seeing someone else, in your back?”
Mingi’s eyes opened widely. You doubted for a moment that one of them would roll on the floor.
“Seonghwa Hyung?”
“Yes, your lovely Seonghwa Hyung, is a cheater.” You declared. “He’s been dating a random girl for at least a month now.” You explained, fist clenched.
Everything happened so fast in Mingi’s head.
All the time Seonghwa was coming back late, but you were present at the dorm.
“Meeting friends huh-” he rolled his eyes.
“So now… can you give me the adresse?” You asked one again, gentlier.
“How did you learn about her?” Asked Mingi.
“This bitch is my colleague. And I had my lil’ assumptions, so I took his phone at night.” You sighed. “He might have met her while he was waiting for me.”
“This bastard…” Whispered Mingi.
“Please Mingi, I need to know the whole story and why he did that to me.”
“I can’t let you go there and ruin the broadcast.” He said seriously, thinking about his career before everything. And you couldn’t blame it for that.
“But they’re done in 3 hours, so you wait Seonghwa here. With me.” He suggested it nicely.
Because of his kindness and maybe because you realized that the members weren’t involved in Seonghwa’s fault, you nodded.
Lucky for you, Mingi was there to remind you of some priorities.
“Let’s sit on the couch.”
“Wait Mingi.” You held his forearm. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stay here. It reminds me so much t-”
“I got it. Let’s walk a bit.”
“You are not compelled to do that.” You gave him a shy smile.
“I do like you. You are a good friend to me. So I won’t leave you alone.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let him win like this.” He claimed seriously.

YUNHO (w/ San)

San shouted in his room when he finally won his game.
It’s been 1h25 that he was leading his team to the victory.
As he was congratulating his teammates and jumping in the room, he noticed that Yunho wasn’t in his bed anymore.
“Shit, maybe I was too loud.” He felt bad for a second.
[“Afk 10 minutes. Take a good break and see you in 10 minutes for the next round.”]
San threw his headphones on the desk and opened the door as quietly as possible.
As expected, the dorm was quiet, everybody was sleeping.
San hoped to see Yunho sleeping on the couch, but nobody.
“Yunho?” He muttered.
Not daring to check in the whole apartment, he walked back toward his bedroom.
“Maybe he’s sleeping in Mingi’s bed.”
He stopped in his deduction when he heard a sniffle coming from the kitchen.
He wasn’t sure that he heard it well, but to be sure, he just walked there.
Because of the scary atmosphere and this weird silhouette in the middle of the room, he rushed to turn on the light.
For a short second, his stare crossed Yunho’s one. Even if the eye-contact was too fast, San could definitely see that he was crying.
“What’s happening?” He asked, worried.
His tall friend was hiding his eyes behind his messy bang, head bent. He didn’t have enough courage to look at San.
“Yunho Hyung, you are scaring me…”
“Y/N and I broke up today.” He said quickly, as if he was ripping an aid-band.
San was surprised, but he tried to keep his usual poker face.
“Why? Yesterday you-”
“I cheated on her.” Said Yunho, disgusted with himself.
“You what?”
“I slept with someone else…” his voice cracked. “And I totally regret it. I don’t even know why I did such a thing.”
Yunho sobbed, hiding his face behind his large hand, “and I don’t know why I did that to her.”
San ignored what to say.
He could tell that Yunho was feeling bad, but what he did was wrong. Absolutely wrong.
“How did she take it?” He asked, arms crossed on his chest.
“She was so… devastated.” He sobbed once again, wiping his nose with his hoodie. “I don’t think I would be able to forget the expression on her face.” His lips started to shake uncontrollably. “I never thought I would be the reason for her sadness.
“Well, what did you expect? You cheated on her. ” Sighed San.
“If I could rewind time, I would never do that again. How could I’ve been so stupid?”
San decided to show some support to his friend, but not too much. So he just stood up next to him and rubbed his back.
“What you did is bad. Sadly, it’s too late.” Started San. “As a punishment, you will need to live with this shame for a long time. And even if I consider you as my brother… you deserve it.”
Hearing these words made Yunho burst into tears.
San knew that Yunho would learn from his mistake.
Maybe one day you will forgive him. Who knows?
But he would need to apologize a ton of times before.

YEOSANG (w/ Wooyoung)

You exit another ship, hands empty.
“I can’t believe we can’t find anything for his birthday.” Growled Wooyoung.
“He can buy everything he wants now, so…” You sighed.
“Oh Y/N! What about this beret?” He yelled, almost hitting you by pointing at the shop on your left.
When you had a glimpse of it, you both ran there.
“Have you seen the price?” You asked.
“We can split it.”
“Aren’t you an idol?” You raised a brow.
“Let’s go in.”
He completely ignored what you’ve said.

15 minutes later, you finally got out with a gift that could make Yeosang surprised and happy.
“I’m poor,” you looked again at the receipt.
“WE ARE.” Rectified Wooyoung.
“He better wear it for the year.”
You giggled, already imagining his reaction to this beret. He will love it for sure.
“Oh, isn’t it Yeosang?” Pointed Wooyoung.
You stared at the direction.
Effectively, your boyfriend was staring right at his phone, in front of your favorite clothes’ brand.
“Seems like he’s trying to surprise you too.” Smiled Wooyoung.
You felt proud and happy for a second.
Until some girl ran to him, giving him a warm hug.
Wooyoung was immediately positive, “maybe that’s his friend.”
His face decomposed when Yeosang held her chin with his hand to pull her in a soft kiss.
“Yo what the fuck!”
You were too shocked to say anything.
The voice in your head was repeating that it was not your boyfriend but someone else who looked exactly like him.
You were focused on the terrible scene that you didn’t tilt when Wooyoung walked toward them.
“Kang Yeosang!” He shouted.
The look in his eyes was terrifying. For sure Yeosang thought about running away for a moment.
“Wooyoung what are-”
Wooyoung, not thinking twice, punched him right in the cheek. A group of girls gasped at the scene.
Yeosang fell right next to his hidden girlfriend.
“What am I doing here? You kidding? The real question is what are YOU doing? And who’s she?”
The usually loud boy was ready to punch his closest friend one more time, but you arrived right on time to grab his fist. “Wooyoung stop!”
You almost begged him, with tears sliding on your face.
“Y-Y/N.” Stuttered Yeosang.
“Let’s go Wooyoung. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
You pulled his arm to you, trying to dissuade him from fighting with your boyfriend.
“I can’t believe that you are this type of man! Bullshit!”
“Wooyoung let’s go.” You repeated.
“Y/N, wait- it’s not what you-”
Instinctively, you slapped him.
The sound was so loud that it startled you too.
“Don’t even talk to me.” You said angrily. “You are a stranger to me.”
“Y/N-” he kept saying.
You threw the bag which contained his birthday gift, on his chest. Hoping it would hurt his heart as he just did.
“Let’s go.” You grabbed Wooyoung forearm, once again and walked toward the exit.
“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, as he couldn’t see your face.
“Just take me home please.” You said, trying to not break down in the middle of the street.
Wooyoung knew that you were broken right now. That’s why he remained quiet.
He would wait for you to be ready to talk, to cry or to scream your lungs about what just happened. As a good friend.

SAN (w/ Seonghwa)

Seonghwa was really happy. Finally, after an intense schedule because of Kingdom, he could take time to rest.
So tonight, he would enjoy a good movie with his favorite meal: Aiogli Pasta.
He almost ran in the staircase from excitement.
“Who’s going to enjoy a little time by himself? Park Seonghwa!” He claimed happily.
He almost had a stroke when he saw the dorm’s door wide open. Not only that, but he prayed to see a member there and not a thief.
“Y/N calm down!”
He raised a brow at his close friend’s voice.
Why does he have a bad feeling now?
He quietly entered the apartment. Clothes were spread on the floor and bags were packed messily.
“San?” He called his friend, his stare saying everything.
“Hyung?” Said San, freaking out at the right of the eldest member standing there.
“What is going on?”
“Huh… I-I-” He stuttered, incapable of saying the truth.
San was confused, the situation was terrible right now.
“Choi San, tell me what’s going on.”
You stepped in looking furious and depressed. “Yeah San, tell Seonghwa what is happening. Tell him that you are a fucking bastard!” You threw your necklace on him. Of course, the one he bought for you.
Seonghwa was shocked. You’ve never been this aggressive before.
“Tell him that every time you could, you were sleeping with your neighbor!” You shouted.
“You what?”
“He’s sleeping with this bitch upstairs. I hope you’re hearing me well!” You screamed loud enough louder for the whole building to hear.
“I’m not sleeping with her-”
“How do you define someone who’s sucking on someone else’s titties like a fucking newborn?” You asked, throwing the hoodie you like the most, on his chest.
“Y/N calm down! You won’t help at all by being vio-”
“Ask me if I care, Seonghwa.” You replied.
Inside, you were sorry for being this rude.
“Listen Y/N, I wasn’t completely me. I was so lost and confused after our argument last week. I really thought we were done or that maybe-”
“You should have broken up with me instead of this!” You cried, hot tears finally sliding on your face. “You should have broken my heart before doing this to me!”
You hide your face behind your hands, crying out loud and letting the pain away.
Seoghwa really felt bad for you.
“Y/N, I’ll drive you back home.” He said, trying to put all of your clothes in these bags.
“Hyung, you don’t need to do this. It’s not your role.” Stopped San, embarrassed.
“You don’t have the right to say that when you are the one who fucked up.” He replied, seriously.
Seonghwa zipped these 2 bags and managed to hold your hand, which was shaking and wet because of your tears. But he didn’t mind.
“We are going to talk about that when I’m back.” He stared at San. “And with our manager.”
“Hyung!”
“Let’s go Y/N.”
You couldn’t say how much you were thankful to Seonghwa. He could have been disgusted by your attitude, but he helped you instead. It made the pain 0.5% less painful.

MINGI (w/ Hongjoong)

“Mingi, are you listening to me?” Asked Hongjoong, sitting behind him.
“Hm? Yeah- I mean no.” He stopped, before lying more. “I was lost in my thoughts.”
“You are really lost in them these days.” You stated, rubbing his nape. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just tired.” He gave you a shy smile.
You knew him too well to ignore that his smile was completely fake.
“Well, are you okay for Y/N to come with us to Jeju?”
He hesitated. Not because he didn’t want you to come, but because he felt awful.

For his closest friend’s birthday, they went to a bar.
Everything went really well, he had so much fun.
Until this girl came. He kindly rejected her, saying that he was taken, but more and more he was drinking, you quickly became a forgettable detail.
Next thing he remembered was to wake up in her bed the next morning.
He had a quick souvenir, grabbing his phone first and saw all of your messages, telling him to have fun and to take care of his glasses.
“Seems like he doesn’t want me to come.” You laughed, a bit nervously though.
“Would you still want to come if I tell you that I cheated on you last week?”
A silence settled in the van. Hongjoong and you were looking at him. Even the driver kept glancing at Mingi through the mirror.
“Mingi, what are you saying?” You giggled nervously.
“I slept with someone else during Mike’s birthday.” He avoided looking at any of you.
“I know it’s none of my business but… you are kidding right?” Asked the leader.
Mingi shook his head, at the edge of crying. He didn’t plan to say it now, but his heart couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mingi-” you started. “Did you-”
“I’m so sorry. You can’t even imagine how I hate myself now.”
“I… I need to get out of the car.” You said, suffocating in this little space.
Lucky for you, the van was stopped at a red light.
You didn’t even pick your jacket or bag, but quickly hopped off. You almost did not have the strength to stand up. Everything was dizzy.
“Y/N-” Called Mingi, determined to follow you and apologize as much as possible.
“Don’t.” Ordered Hongjoong. “You’ve done enough already.”
“I feel bad already, thank you.” Mingi rolled his eyes. But I can’t let her go like that. In this state.”
“Give Y/N some time to think about this situation. It’s not easy to process this kind of thing.”
“And what if she doesn’t want to talk with me anymore?”
“Then you deserve it.” He replied. “You have no right to tell her how to think or just to ask for a second chance, when you have been an ass.”
Mingi ran his hand through his black hair, frustrated and sad. He was really scared to lose you for good.

WOOYOUNG (w/ Yunho)

“Son! Don’t forget to eat and to rest enough.”
“Yeah mom. I always do.” Smiled Yunho. “You are going to miss your train now!”
“Ah… you want to get rid of your mother so bad, huh?” She smiled warmly at him.
“No, I just want you to lose your money.”
“My son is a businessman now.” She giggled, laughing out loud.
“I’ll go. Take care of you Yunho.”
Yunho hugged his mom tightly, and finally proceeded to let her go.
“Text me when you are home!” He yelled before she disappeared.
He was looking at the security men, checking if all the doors were well closed and locked, before the train started.
Just when he was about to wave, thinking that his mother would spot him, he heard Wooyoung’s laugh, not far away from here.
At the moment, he was right behind Yunho, in front of another train.
Wooyoung was waving to this girl, who Yunho knew really well.
It was Wooyoung ex-girlfriend.
“Don’t forget that I love you!” She waved to him back.
“I love you too Angel!” Replied Wooyoung, throwing kisses to her.
Yunho isn’t stupid. He immediately understood what was going on.
“Jung Wooyoung!” Called Yunhoo, angry expression on his face, hands in his pocket.
“Oh- Hyung? Since when are you there?” Asked Wooyoung.
“Well… Enough to see that you are back with Minseul.”
“She came back to Seoul, just for a week, so…”
“Is Y/N aware of you saying “I love you” to someone else?” Asked Yunho. “Or even more if I take a look at the hickey on your neck.”
Wooyoung immediately covered his neck, “please don’t tell her.”
“I won’t.” He replied frankly.
“Thanks Hyung.” Said Wooyoung, relieved.
“I won’t tell her, because you will be the one telling her.”
“I can’t do that! She will be so sad if-”
“You should have thought about that earlier.”
“Hyung!”
“Tell her or I will.” He claimed seriously.
Wooyoung rubbed his nape, completely nervous.
“I don’t know what you were expecting.” Started Yunho. “To have fun with your ex-girlfriend and get back to Y/N as nothing happened?”
“N-No…”
“You are so pathetic. And I’m so disappointed.” He said. “Come back to the dorm when Y/N will know about this situation.”
Yunho turned back without saying anything. He wasn’t sorry for what he said to Wooyoung. But he was sorry for you. He couldn’t even imagine your pain right now.

JONGHO (w/ Yeosang)

Yeosang was alone in the practice room. He was practicing so hard for the Kingdom’s finale.
He really felt like it would be his time to shine. All the members went back to the dorm, except Jongho who went to Cube Entertainment to practice with the vocal team.
Yeosang repeated his main part one more time before checking the door when he saw you entering.
“Hi Y/N!” He greeted you, turning down the volume. “Are you looking for Jongho?”
You bowed politely to him and nodded, without saying anything else.
Yeosang noticed that you seemed a bit overwhelmed, but it was none of his business. And after all, you were Jongho’s girlfriend. He would know how to comfort you.
“He went practicing for the Kingdom vocal special stage.” He said. “Maybe you should wait for him at the dorm.”
You bite your bottom lip hardly, almost having the taste of blood on your tongue.
It has been almost a minute that you’ve been there, and you still didn’t say anything.
“Y/N? You okay?” He stepped in front of you.
Of course, at this question, a sob escaped. You immediately covered your mouth. Your eyes were shut down tightly.
“Y/N?” Insisted Yeosang.
He ignored what to do but, for sure he wouldn’t leave you here, alone.
“Do you want me to call Jongho? Or to bring you there?”
“Did you know?” You asked for voice cracking.
“Know what?”
“That Jongho was seeing this girl?”
“This girl?”
You took all your courage you had left and explained to Yeosang.
“Jongho started to see someone else since Kingdom started. He was non-stop lying to me, telling me that you were all practicing so hard for it.” You paused, searching for your words. “I-I was so stupid.” You declared, shaking your head.”
“Well, I don’t think that Jongho is cheating on you.”
“Do you want me to prove it?”
Yeosang nodded.
“Call Seungmin, from Stray Kids. Pretty sure there’s no repetition.”
Your friend immediately took his phone. He didn’t want to believe this, but you wouldn’t lie for sure.
When he looked for Seungmin’s number, he couldn’t help but to hope you were completely wrong.
Yeosang put the speaker on and waited.
[“Hello?”]
[“Hi Seungmin. Are you practicing right now?”]
[“No, Eungwhan sunbaenim is busy so we re-scheduled it.”]
“This bastard…” Asked Yeosang.
[“Huh?”]
[“I’ll call you back, friend. Thank you!”]
The moment you had the proof that he was probably with her again, you burst into tears. Yeosang couldn’t believe it. He helped you to sit on the couch before your knees gave up on you. Secretly, he texted Jongho.
[“I know about your little affair. Comeback at KQ in 15 minutes, or I’ll need to let our CEO know about you being a fucking cheater.”]
Yeosang threw his phone on the desk, behind you.
“Don’t worry Y/N. We will know everything about this issue. He’s not going to be free so quickly.”

❦ Genre: Fluff. 

❦Pairing: OT8. 

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HONGJOONG

“Maybe you should suggest it to Eden. I’m pretty sure he will like that you go out of your comfort zone.”
“Yeah…” gulped Hongjoong, already imagining Eden with a disappointed expression on his face.
“You are a genius. You shouldn’t be scared to show your talent.”
It’s been 20 minutes since you were trying to convince your boyfriend to show his new production to his superior team.
You admitted that he never used this type of instrumental before. It was new and few of them could be surprised.
“Or maybe try to talk about it with the members?” You suggested. “They are more able to help you than me.”
“I’m already late for the practice so I will ask them later.” He rubbed his neck.
Once he closed the studio’s door, you both rushed to the 6th floor. Right in the hallway, you could hear the loud music playing.
Hongjoong practically rushed there, but you stopped him.
“Wait, honey!”
“Hm?” He stopped, fixing his beanie.
You took his face between your soft hands, and gave him a big peck on the cheek. You know that this kind of affection makes him feel better and less anxious.
He smiled at you in response, almost chuckling like a kid and opened the door.
Lucky for him, the other members were only stretching and fooling each other.
“Oh, hello Y/N!” Greeted San.
Hongjoong stared at him as if he betrayed him.
“And me?” He pointed at his chest.
“We saw each other this morning Hyung.”
“What a baby.” You pinched his arm.
“Why are you two looking so happy?” Smirked Yeosang, already imagining that there’s something between you.

You stared at Hongjoong. He was in charge of finding excuses when members were being suspicious.
Strangely, this time he remained quiet.
Yeosang raised a brow, ignoring why he was suddenly avoiding any conflict.
“Actually… Y/N and I are together.”
You felt your heart rumble in your chest. He finally did it. He revealed to them that you were not only friends.
You almost convulsed when he grabbed your hand gently and tightened his grip. You could guess that he was anxious as well by their reactions.
You stared at each members’ face. Even if they were staring at your intertwined fingers, you couldn’t see a glimpse of surprise in their eyes.
“We knew it already.” Finally said Jongho, sitting on the couch.
“W-What? Since when?” Stuttered the leader, his cheeks blushing at a fast pace.
“Even if it’s the first time you show a mark of affection. We are not blind.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
“You could at least tell me! I wouldn’t hide it for so long.” Hongjoong was now angry. He was scared of their reactions this entire time.
“Hey,” pouted Seonghwa. “In the story, you should have been the one who tells us first.”
Even if they started to argue like they usually do. You couldn’t help but to stare at your hands. Even if you did it a ton of time secretly or in private. Right now it felt special.
“You okay Y/N?” Asked Yeosang.
“More than okay…” you whispered, your heart fluttering.

SEONGHWA

You went to the restaurant with the group. They just ended “The Real” promotions and Seonghwa suggested celebrating it.
The dinner was chill, great atmosphere and of course you were the noisiest table in the entire restaurant. The waitress even came 2 times just to warn that it was annoying a few clients.
At first, members listened to her, with your boyfriend measuring every high decibel.
But at the end the noise was coming back. And louder.
At the end, you suggested ending this party at the dorm so they could scream and laugh as much as they want.
So here you are now, walking in the crowded street. People were enthusiastic about these few snowflakes falling on their heads.
“Romantic right?” Whispered Seonghwa.
You nodded.
Without noticing it, you were envious of these couples walking hand in hand and appreciating the snow. You know that right now, it is impossible for you to share these kinds of moments with your boyfriend, or at least in public. Maybe you could do it on the dorm balcony, where no one could see you. Less romantic right?
Seonghwa raised a brow when he saw this sad expression on your face. Even if he was talking with Yeosang and Jongho to his right, he couldn’t stop staring at you.
He was aware that hiding your relationship was hard for you. Even if you never complained. You were simply waiting, enjoying every moment you had.
In an excitable surge, he slid his hand on your forearm to reach your palm.
Now you realized what he was doing, a wide smile appeared on your face.
“Eeeeew Hyung!” Almost threw up Wooyoung.
He was pointing at both of you from behind, making the entire group look at the situation.
“Ooouuh!” Sang Yunho and San childishly.
“Disgusting.” Simply replied Jongho. “Take a room.”
Seonghwa and you never showed any form of affection in public or in front of the members, so you couldn’t help but to feel a bit shy and awkward in this situation.
“Shut up guys,” smirked Seonghwa. “I hope that someday you will do this as well because it feels so good!” He rubbed your hand with his thumb, a bit awkwardly, but it was a soft motion.
“Ew.” Repeated Wooyoung.
“You do it with San all the time.” You raised a brow.
“It’s not the same.” Wooyoung puts his arm around San’s shoulder. “I don’t see him naked.”
“Wooyoung!” Seonghwa turned around, completely flustered by what his friend was assuming.
“Please erase this image of my head.” Begged Jongho, looking at the sky.
Wooyoung laughed the entire way back home, trying to mock Seonghwa and you the entire way.
They tried to pull you apart, but Seonghwa kept his strong grip on you.
Even if you think you will end up in the CEO’s office tomorrow early, you appreciate every second of Seonghwa’s hand in yours.

YUNHO

“Y/N you take all the space with your popcorn.” Sighed Jongho.
“Then hold the bowl.” You repeated for the third time, knowing that he wouldn’t.
“No.”
“Then shhh! I can’t focus on the movie with your complaints.” You rolled your eyes.
“Were you siblings in another life?” Asked Yunho.
“Never.” You replied at the same time.
Jongho and you had the habit of arguing and even fighting sometimes as siblings do. You know he has nothing against you, it’s just an “ego” battle.
For the first time tonight, the living-room was quiet. No one was asking stupid questions because they were too busy chatting then watching.
But suddenly, Mingi asked.
“Hey,” he turned around to look at both of you sitting on the couch.
You immediately handed him the popcorn bucket, but he shook his head.
“Why do we never see you holding hands like this?” He pointed at the main characters on the screen.
The popcorn you just slid in your mouth made one turn in your throat.
“Yeah.” Nodded San. “You never show anything. Are you really together?”
“We do it when we are alone.” Shrugged Yunho.
“You can do it in front of us too. We don’t mind.” Added Seonghwa, pausing the movie.
For a second, you hated Mingi for asking such questions. You were now the attention of every member here.
“Why is this so interesting for you anyway?” You asked.
Before anyone could answer, Yunho grabbed your hand which was resting in the bucket. You were ashamed for a few seconds when you realized that your hand was probably greasy, and a few crumbs were spread on it.
“See.” He held your hand higher, so they could all see it.
They all tilted their head on the side, staring at this sign of affection.
“Okay.” Simply said Mingi, focusing back on the screen.
Seonghwa, sitting in front of the couch, played back the movie.
You were still intrigued by this situation. And you were still hungry. But you couldn’t tell him to free your hand just to eat.
Yunho felt your hand tensing, he glanced at you.
“It feels awkward right?” He whispered to your ear, making you shiver at the same time.
You shook your head. “It’s fine.”
“You can tell me the truth Y/N. I can feel and see how tense you are.”
You shook your head one more time, like a kid would do.  “I like it.”
“Then why does your hand feel like a stone?” He giggled, not giving up.
Jongho, on the other side of the couch, decided to interfere.
He pulled your hands apart and put yours in the bucket.
“She’s hungry and doesn’t dare to say it to you.” He sat back. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”
For a moment, you wanted to disappear. This fresh new relationship with Yunho was something you never experienced before and for a few moments like this you ignored how to act.
Yunho smiled to you, “I will let my hand here then,” he rested it between your leg and his. “Then when you are done just hold it.”
You nodded, gulping with embarrassment.
“But my hands are dirty.” You replied.
Without any hesitation, he grabbed a handful of popcorn, even if he hadn’t touched it since the beginning of the movie. “Mine too, now.”
“So clingy.” Shivered Jongho, a disgusted expression on his face.

YEOSANG

You sighed one more time. It’s been almost 4 hours that your butt was resting on the van’s seat.
The group had a schedule in another city that you had never gone to yet. So, when Yeosang suggest you come, you didn’t hesitate. But you would probably change your mind if you knew how long it takes to go there.
Since they are used to these long roads, they prepare games, but it always ends badly since they’re all bad losers.
Yeosang, who was sitting just next to you. His adorable face was resting on the headrest.
By the way you were moving and sighing, he felt that you were annoyed and bored.
“You okay?” He cracked an eye to look at you.
“Is the city still far away? It’s been 3 hours and…” you took your phone. “43 minutes.”
“I don’t know babe.” He whispered. “Maybe you should try to sleep.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“Watch a movie?” He suggested.
“No more battery.” You showed him your phone screen, indicating 7% left.
“Then use mine.” He looked for his phone, in his pocket.
“No no it’s fine. I will just wait.” You concluded, pouting a bit.
“I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t be far away anymore.” Yeosang tried to reassure you.
You didn’t say anything and just let your boyfriend rest. You couldn’t complain when you know he probably slept 2 hours last night because of the trip preparation and his schedule.
Yunho and Wooyoung, who were probably hearing the entire conversation, turned around on their seats, kneeling on them.
They looked like two little demons.
“What?” You whispered, not trying to ruin your boyfriend’s peace.
“If you are bored, we can play.” Started Yunho.
“So, you can bite and punch each other again?” You raised a brow, already disagreeing with this idea.
“Come on.” Said Wooyoung, pointing at Jongho. “He punched me first.”
“And I can do it again.” Threatened Jongho, opening one eye.
“Don’t start.” Ordered Seonghwa, who could hear anything even with his earphones.
“Does he have this mom instinct or what?” Whispered Wooyoung.
“Stop bothering Y/N.” Sighed Yeosang.
As he was trying to save you from playing with these two and at the same time, trying to keep a silence in the van, he grabbed your hand.
Your saliva made one straight turn in your throat. It was the first time he was holding your hand, and in front of 4 other eyes.
You started quickly at Yunho and Wooyoung’s reaction.
They were both trying to not scream or laugh at the situation.
But Yeosang’s closest friend couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle when his friend intertwined his fingers with yours.
You stared at your boyfriend. You couldn’t figure out if it was planned or not.
“Aaaw, that’s so cute.” Said Wooyoung, taking his voice and using it for his aegyo. “Right Yunho-Hyung?“
“Shut up.” You mumbled.
“Y/N.” Called Seonghwa. The other members were not the only ones being scolded by the eldest member.
“Hyung! Look.” Said Yunho, excited to see Seonghwa’s reaction.
Lucky for you all the other members were sleeping, because you couldn’t handle all these stares on your hand.
“I hate couples.” He sighed, his head falling back on the window dramatically.
“Aye… this one is so jealous.”
You couldn’t focus on the little argument between these three that Yeosang rubbed his thumb on your hand. As he’s doing when you are at your house and trying to fall asleep.
“I didn’t know he was so romantic.” Laughed Wooyoung.
This remark probably woke something up in Yeosang’s head, because his eyes were now wide open.
Yunho and Wooyoung were smiling at him.
As if your hand was now a burning fireball, he pushed it back on your lap.
“Eh-” you stuttered.
“Too late buddy.” Smirked Wooyoung.
Yeosang knew they wouldn’t let him live after this.

SAN

“I’m so bored.” Yawned San, laying on the grass.
“Just enjoy your free time.” You replied, picking a candy.
San proposed to do a pic-nic at the park. All the members agreed with that. It would change for them. Usually, they do their own activities individually.
But more and more these packs of snacks, candies and cans of soda were emptying, San repeated how bored he was.
“That was your idea, San.” Said Hongjoong, laying on the grass as well, his hat hiding his face from the sun.
“But I thought we would play or talk!” He pouted.
“We are tired.” Sighed Yeosang, in the same position.
“That’s what a day off is for. To rest.” Concluded Seonghwa.
“Boring…” he whispered.
“Argh I’m done hearing him complaining!” Say back to Mingi, visibly frustrated. “Can we go on a walk or whatever there is here? Before I throw him in the River.”
You chuckled at the thought of Mingi pushing your boyfriend in the water.
“That’s a good idea! Let’s go for a walk.” San immediately stood up.
Finally with all the arguments possible, they all managed to get up and clean the mess.
As always, you watched them doing the tasks. Seonghwa will scold you if you do a simple move to help them.
When they all come back around you to pick their stuff, San tends his hand to you. You grabbed it, thinking that it was to help you to stand up. But now, you were right on your two legs, his grip didn’t lose.
“Let’s go!” He smiled at you.
You stared at the members, discreetly, one by one. You could see that few of them were surprised that San was doing such a love demonstration. You avoided making eye contact with each of them.
Seonghwa and Yunho had the same expression that grandparents had when their grandchildren gave them a cute drawing.
Yeosang and Jongho were faking throws up while Mingi and Wooyoung were clearly trying to hold back all their jokes.
A part of you wanted to let San’s hand goes. It was a little bit awkward for you. But you couldn’t lie in the fact that it feels good.
“Should we rent bikes? It been so long since we did this.” Suggested Hongjoong.
“No, I’m too tired to ride a bicycle.” Declined San.
“Too tired or you don’t want to leave Y/N’s hand?” Smirked Jongho.
Wooyoung finally let out his high laugh explode, while Mingi was arboring the widest smile he ever had.
San just stuck his tongue to them. “You are jealous.”
“Yeah sure.” Replied Jongho, ironically.
“Guys stop.” Said Hongjoong, with a serious tone. “Leave San alone.”
“Thank you Hyung.” He smiled, holding your hand stronger.
“He needs all his energy and concentration to hold Y/N’s hand.”
San’s smile completely wiped off when he understood that his leader was teasing him the whole time.
To exit this situation, you simply decided to take the lead.
“Let’s go this way!” You took an awkward big step, still pulling his hand.
“Let’s hold each other’s hand before guys!” Ordered Seonghwa.
“Oh gosh…” you whispered.

MINGI

“Are you sure this dress is comfortable enough?” Asked Mingi once again, getting out of the van.
“I’m pretty sure you have a problem with this dress and not really about if it’s comfortable or not.” You raised a brow.
“No no. This dress is nice.”
“Cool, so can we go in now?”
It’s been 15 minutes since you were parked just next to the home party. Mingi had nonstop things to tell you. And it was all around how you dressed up tonight.
“Yeah…” he sighed.
As always, you both put a distance between each other. Fans and paparazzi truly believed that you were his best friend. But of course, they were wrong.
Only the members knew the real status of your relationship.
When you entered, the music was so loud that you covered your ears for a second.
People were already dancing, flirting, drinking and playing the several games available.
“Y/N! Mingi!” Called Yunho, jumping at the corner of the room so you could notice him.
You smiled at him and almost ran to them. Mingi noticed that and couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous. He would need to share you, in this dress, for the entire night.
“Hello Ateez.” You sat next to Jongho.
“Ateez?” Repeated Wooyoung and San at the same time.
“That’s still weird when you call us like that.” Added Seonghwa.
“I know that you don’t like it.”
“That’s why she does it.” Sighed Mingi, sitting right next to you.
“I will forgive you tonight because your dress looks fantastic!” Declared Seonghwa, clapping at your entire look.
“I know right!” You smiled, completely excited.
Mingi couldn’t help but to think that it would be a long night. A long night.
It was now 3AM and it looked like the party really started. Everyone was in this nice euphoria.
You danced with every member, even dumbly with San but no one cared.
When you are finally all chiling, back on the couch, you are the attention center.
Mingi tried to relativise. It’s been almost a month that they had no news about you, so they were catching up.
“Not long enough though…” He finally repeated out loud.
“What did you say Mingi?” Asked Yunho, almost leaning on his friend.
“Nothing.” He mouthed, smirking awkwardly.
At the end, your boyfriend realized that he wanted to be the center of attention like you. He ponders for a few seconds to find how he can get their attention.
Out of nowhere, he slid his hand on your lap, to reach your palm which was resting on your knee.
By instinct, you tried to remove your hand, but he tightened his embrace on your hand.
“Mingi-”
The other members were surprised by his behavior. There were a ton of people here and your relationship could appear tomorrow on social media.
“What?” Asked Mingi, a proud smile on his face.
He finally had what he wanted. All the members’ attention was on both of you.
“Since when are you so lovely dovely in front of other people?” Asked Hongjoong, sipping his cocktail.
“Just because I wanted to.”
“I have never seen you holding hands during these 2 years.” Noticed Seonghwa.
“Then get used to it.” Replied Mingi cockily.
Even if you were surprised by his assurance, you couldn’t help but be happy that he was finally holding your hand or just showing affection in public.
“A new era has started.” Whispered Seonghwa to Hongjoong’s ear.

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung is the teasing type. Everything he does is to annoy you. For what? Just to make you blush or flustered.
For example, when you are in the shopping mall and just because of an inattentive moment, you lost each other. Instead of just giving you a call or a text message, he runs to the information center and asks them to make a vocal request in the entire mall.
He describes you as a little girl, but the description is so accurate, that one time someone brought you right at the information center, thinking that you were crazy.
This day, you really thought about killing him.
The next episode was when you invited him to meet your friends for the first time.
Everything was going well, and he was so nice to everyone. But you ignored why and how, but the “Annoying Wooyoung” woke up and he decided to call you by a ton of pet names.
Ridiculous one, such as “my favorite flower in a cow place,” “my favorite sunshine light in the morning,” or worse like “my crazy and cute frog when she dances”.
You can’t remember the amount of kicks you gave him under the table.
Even if this side of him annoys you sometimes, you know it doesn’t mean it or trying to be mean.
But today, the wheel turned.

The entire group and you were gathered in the kitchen. It was Wooyoung’s birthday, so they made a little surprise party for him. They bought every meal he likes and gave him warm hoodies, that you know you will steal when you have the occasion to.
“Wooyoung,” started Hongjoong.
“Oh oh, problems arrived.” Giggled Yunho when he heard the leader’s tone of voice.
“No, I want him to do a toast at least.” He grabbed his drink filled with coke. “We worked hard to make this little party.”
“What do you mean by ‘we’?” Asked Seonghwa. “You were hiding in your studio the whole time.”
Nothing too surprising for you. Hongjoong doesn’t like to prepare parties for things like that.
“I’m the one who brought all this food here.” He said, not agreeing to be blamed.
“Mingi was the one who ordered. The delivery guy was the one who brought it here. You just grabbed the bags and tossed them on the table.”
San gave a light elbow kick to Wooyoung’s waist. “Do something or one of them is going to bring the party down.”
Wooyoung sighed and stood up. The two eldest members stopped to fight instantly.
“Thank you for everything you did for me today. I appreciate it a lot!” He started, rushing to change the conversation. “And especially, I want to thank my little Y/N for coming here even though I know you have a big exam tomorrow.”
Here we go again. It was cute and nice from him, but now you were the attention center.
“You know I have a ton of things to say to you.” He smirked.
“No, you don’t need to. But it’s your birthday so we can talk about you.” You tried to convince him to change the subject.
“Nah nah nah.” He grabbed your hand to make you stand up.
Just when you were sure that the situation would be terrible for you, Yeosang stood up, almost making his chair fall.
“He’s holding her hand!” He shouted.
“Shit.” Replied Wooyoung.
A chaos started. Yeosang and San were laughing at his face, Seonghwa and Jongho were clapping at the situation. While Hongjoong, Yunho and Mingi were just assisting at this scene.
“Who would believe that?” Said Yunho, his cute smile on his face.
“Sooo, Jung Wooyoung?” Started Yeosang.
“Since when are we grown enough to hold a girl’s hand?” Added San.
“Shut up.” He simply replied, his cheeks taking a pinkish tint at every question.
“Look at him being so flustered!” Laughed Mingi.
You ignored why they were making a big deal of him, but even if you were the one, he was holding hands with, you were invisible to them.
“Look at the vein on his hand!” Stated San. “You really don’t want her to go huh?”
“I will kill you in your sleep.” Threatened Wooyoung.
“Would you still hold her hand or not?” Asked Yeosang seriously.
This question caused the whole group to laugh even louder.
Wooyoung bent his head, ashamed of the situation.
You couldn’t help but to think, “that’s what karma looks like?”.

JONGHO

Jongho is known to be the member who hates physical affection.
That’s why members were surprised when he announced that he has a girlfriend. Their first question was not even “what is her name?” but:
“Does she know that you hate giving hugs and kisses?” Yeosang raised a brow, still hurt by Jongho rejecting him.
“Does she even know who you are?” Added San.
He had a mountain of questions like this.
While they were all gathering in the center of the practice room, to debrief how the overall choreography was, you entered with a bag full of snacks.
Jongho, as a good boyfriend, stood up to greet you.
Nothing too surprising.
He picked the bag out of your hand and noticed how much there was inside.
Nothing too surprising.
But when he held your hand just for pulling you in the middle of the room, the chaos started.
You stepped back when you saw them running to you.
“What the-”
San, Yunho and Seonghwa crouched to the floor, at the exact height where your intertwined hands were.
“Guys do you see what I see?” Whispered Yunho.
“What is wrong with you?” Sighed Jongho, pulling you out of their sight.
“You! Choi Jongho aka the “Don’t touch Me Man”, is holding a girl’s hand?” Screamed San.
Hongjoong sitting on the couch, nodded at San’s remark.
“Did I miss something?” You asked your boyfriend.
“No, they’re just crazy.” He replied, giving them a dark stare.
“Crazy?” Repeated Seonghwa. “Let me tell you something Y/N.” He came to you.
“Or you can even show it.” Added Yeosang, exactly knowing what his friend was going to say.
“Don’t-” started Jongho, but it was too late. Seonghwa was already pulling his sleeve.
“Can you see this scar?” He almost shoved his forearm in your face.
“I can’t miss it actually. That’s so big.”
“Yeah! You’re right. That’s so big!”
Yunho and Mingi were laughing when they remembered what caused Seonghwa to have this big scar.
“You know how I did it?”
“Hyung, you are going to scare her.” Jongho tried to push him away.
“Wait wait. Otherwise, she will think we are crazy. But there’s a good reason why we are surprised that he’s holding your hand.”
“I already think you are crazy.” You replied, raising a brow.
“I had this scar, just because I gave him a back hug.” He declared, ignoring your comment.
You could still feel the amertume and the betrayal in his voice.
“A back hug?” You stared at your boyfriend.
“A back hug.”
Jongho was rubbing his shoulder, giving you an embarrassing smile. “Yeah…”
“We are just trying to give him our affection, and that’s what he does with it!” Seonghwa pouted.
“I have a scar too.”
“Me too!” Added Wooyoung.
“And me too!” Insisted San. “On the hips! Do you know how much makeup I need to put on? Just to hide it!”
“Wow. That’s something then.” You giggled. “You are never like that with me.”
“Because you’re not annoying like them.” He immediately said, almost knowing that you would say something like that. “If I allow them to hug or kiss me. I’m done.”
“He has a point.” Discreetly agreed Hongjoong.
“Look at those two.” He pointed at San and Wooyoung.
“He has two points.” Said Yeosang.
“Hey.”
“And they know that I hate physical touches! But they’re still doing it so I need to fight back.”
“Does it annoy you when I do?” You asked, afraid that you’ve been annoying him this whole time.
“Noo!” He almost shouted. “When it’s you I love it. It’s completely different.”
All the boys around faked to throw up when the atmosphere went straight clingy.
Jongho raised a brow and smirked. “Hold on. That’s all I need to do for you to leave me alone? Good to know.”

❦ Genre: Fluff / Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: Seonghwa.

❦ Word count: 1K.

❦ Requested: Don’t ever believe me again when I say I’m posting something “soon” Part 1 /Part 2

❦Tags: @joongiebug @justineasian @winterciella @adventuresofrose @skkrtnawrskkrt 

❦ Notes: I was this close to end this with an angst scenario, but y’all were too hyped for a happy ending haha

It’s been 30 minutes since you’ve been standing in front of Seonghwa’s apartment door.
You were surprised that the old lady, living next door, hadn’t called the police yet. According to Seonghwa, she’s so extra and kind of close-minded.
The stupid thought of you waiting to be released at the police station made you wonder if you prefer to be there or to confront Seonghwa.

For sure, the moment he’s going to open this door, he’s going to win.
You are going to boost his ego.
You played hard to get later at the theater and look at you now, rushing to his place.
“You are so stupid Y/N,” you facepalmed. “Think with your brain, not your heart.”
“Eh, everything’s fine Y/N?”
You turned around, eyes widened and ashamed that someone heard you.
And by someone you meant Yunho.
“Aren’t you supposed to be inside?” You asked.
“And you aren’t supposed to be at your house?” He smirked, looking at his watch. “It’s 2 AM.”
“Well-”
“Oh, I’m dumb.” He declared. “Seonghwa and you are a thing again?”
Your saliva went straight to your throat, making you gulp by surprise. “W-we were not a ‘thing’.” You air-quoted, keeping your composure to prove to him that he was crazy to think that.
“What were you then?” He smiled.
“We weren’t dating.”
“I know.” He replied. “All the members know.”
“Then you have your answer.” You hoped he would stop there.
“I wasn’t specifically talking about a relationship.”
“We were not in a situationship either.”
“So many terms…” Yunho rolled his eyes. “Just admit you were friends with benefits.”

“How-” You paused, before saying too much and maybe put Seonghwa in an uncomfortable situation.” “What are you talking about?”
“How do I know?” He smirked once again.
A part of you wanted to die, and the other half wanted to rip this cocky smirk off his face.
“You left a hickey on his neck once.” He touched his own neck. “Or even more than once.”
“I-”
“That’s a rookie mistake.”
“I-” you repeated, ignoring how you will close this conversation.
“Or maybe that’s what you wanted?” He insinuated.
“Wanted?”
“Yeah, to mark your territory.”
“Territory? Like a dog?” You raised a brow.
“No like someone who’s falling in love.” He concluded.
“Bullshit…”
“Why don’t you just confess to him?” He giggled.
Seonghwa probably never explained the situation to his members. Good thing for you. No one could make fun of you if they didn’t know.
“Why would I do such a thing?” You discreetly wiped your moist hands on your dress.
Yunho sighed, “okay keep playing this game. But I’m sure that if you confess, he would love it.”
“How can you be sure of this? He’s not the ‘dating guy type’.” You air quoted.
“He’s just scared.” Concluded Yunho before applying the door code.
How can he know how Seonghwa feelings? Did they talk about this in private? Between boys? Seonghwa was firmly against a relationship. Or maybe it’s his way to reject you?
“I’m going crazy…” you shook your head.
“Do you enter, or should I bring you a blanket so you can sleep here?”
“Since when are you so sarcastic?” You raised a brow.
“Living with Seonghwa changed many of us.”
You tilted your head, “true.”
Faster than you could imagine, you were in the corridor.
As expected, Seonghwa’s shoes were correctly positioned on the floor.
Even though his relationships were messy, he was neat.
“Hyung! Y/N is here!” Yelled Yunho, entering the living room.
If you had just a single object in your hand, you would throw it right on his head.
“Y/N?” You heard his deep voice.
Yunho nodded, “she’s here since a long-”
“Yunho!” You stopped him. “I can introduce myself.”
“Sure.” He smirked, enjoying the embarrassing look on your face. “I’m in my room if you are looking for me.”
Before you could fully enter the living room, Seonghwa appeared right in front of you.
A light hiccup escaped from your mouth.
How could such a presence ruin all your effort to remain normal in only 2 seconds?
“Hello.” He smiled.
“H-Hi.”
“Should we go on the rooftop? Hongjoong and Mingi are taking a nap on the couch.” He pointed at the ceiling.
“Sure.”
He passed next to you without giving you a simple look or even a glare. Once again you ignored how to act with him. He was either warm and nice, or cold.
“Do you want a hoodie or something? It’s cold outside.” He offered.
“Nah. I’m good.”
Even the coldest wind couldn’t beat him anyway.
In an awkward silence, you followed him in the staircase. None of you exchanged a word. Only your footsteps were reasoning.
Finally, after 2 long minutes of climbing irregular stairs, you saw the metal door.
“I thought this building had an elevator?” You complained.
“It doesn’t go to the rooftop.”
“Yeah but at least on the last floor.” You grunted. “Genius my ass.”
Seonghwa ignored you, as usual and opened the door.
When you stepped outside, you were half disappointed and surprised.
Of course, it wouldn’t be a romantic rooftop where you could stay in his arms for the whole night. But the stars gave another atmosphere to this rooftop. Almost something magical.
Seonghwa sat on the bench in front of the edge.
“What do you want to talk about?” He asked, looking at you right in the eyes for the second time today.
“Me?” You pointed at your face. “You are the one who sent me a message.”
“I wanted your answer. I already told you that I wanted you to be mine.”
If he knew how this simple sentence made you weak and vulnerable.
“You want me to be yours at night.”
“No.”
You didn’t say anything, not wanting to take him aback.
“I fucked up okay. I admit it.”
Still not a simple response from you.
“When you kind of confirmed me that you had feelings for me, I freaked out.”
You raised a brow. He didn’t freak out, he completely rejected you and threw your feelings away.
“I was good with our situation. But, if love feelings were made to happen, I simply thought, it will ruin everything.”
“You ruined everything by leaving after saying these painful things.” You said.
“And I’m sorry.” He apologized, grabbing your hand to invite you to sit down next to him.
“Being sorry doesn’t tell me what you want Hwa.”
He was surprised that you still use this nickname for him. Maybe everything isn’t over yet.
“I want to give us a chance.”

This feeling. You will never feel all these sensations coming through your body.
The fear of the unknown, the anticipation, the stress, and the excitement. Everything was taking up a huge space in your heart.
People were not lying when they said that they feel like their heart will explode.
“Let’s go slowly. But let’s be together. Officially.” He smiled, rubbing your hand.
You dreamed of this moment since you started to get feelings and that you talked about it with Hongjoong. But now you were speechless. Even scared to screw up by saying anything.
“Babe? Are you listening to me?”
“B-Babe?” You repeated, the dumb look back on your face.
Seonghwa laughed. You tried to remember but for sure, you never heard him laugh this way.
“I like calling you like this.”
“A-Ah?”
“Yeah, it’s even better than you calling me daddy.” He smirked.
“Oh- you!”
You punched his arm with your fist.
He was the best to declare these kinds of things out of context.
“I’m kidding Y/N.”
“Y/N?”
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I’m kidding, babe.”
This nickname put a wild smile on your face that you absolutely wanted to hide behind your hand, just to not boost his ego.
“So? Can I be your boyfriend?” He asked, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Or maybe you agreed to date Seungyeon again.”
“He understood by himself that he didn’t have a chance against you.”
“Oh really?”
You pushed his forehead with your index. “Idiot.”
“Do you want to date this idiot, or not?” He asked one more time.
“Hm… I don’t know.” You played around.
“Y/-”
“Yes of course.” You giggled.
“You made me freak out for a second.”
“You are not the only one playing hard to get.” You winked.
Seonghwa grumbled funnily. You hurt his ego.
“You are unbelievable.” He whispered, not letting off your hand for a second.
“Don’t start saying stuff like this or I will believe that you can be romantic sometimes.”
“You will definitely be surprised, my love.”

❦ Genre:Fluff/Suggestive.

❦ Pairing:OT8.

❦ Word count: 3K7.

❦ Requested: Yeah, thank you!

HONGJOONG

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.

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all about you | choi san (18+)

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

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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.

“Hyeong!” Jongho calls, knocking harder. “Wake up!”

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?”

“No,” she says.

“NO,” says Suhyeok.

“Noona!!!”

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okay please send help

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

teaser for “take me home” part 2. coming soon

Wolf Ateez x Bunny Hybrid S/O [Part Three]

Genre: Supernatural, Romance, Suggestive, Fluffy, Angst, Smut

Type: Werewolf!Ateez x Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Warnings: Making out, Kissing, Fingering, Mentions of heat, skinny dipping, semi-public, masturbating, hickeys, pain kink? Slight Somnophilia, Oral (Reader receiving), mention of little space, sir kink, I’m a sucker for Jongho’s Thighs All the boys are feral for the reader but it’s still fluffy.

Note: So many of you wanted a part three but smuttier ahah. so Thank you to everyone that sent in asks for this. Enjoy

I also tried to keep it as Gender Neutral as possible given my other parts to this mini series were more on that scale but some descriptions may lean to an Afab.

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Hongjoong

You woke up feeling strange but decided to brush it off, but as the day progressed you began to feel hot, inside and out. You couldn’t focus, all you wanted was Hongjoong. But he was very busy, he had a big meeting with some other pack leaders about borders so he couldn’t see you.

The heat was becoming too much to handle, so the first thing you could think of was trying to find a way to cool down. The waterfall. The small crystal lake. The place you loved to spend your alone time. Heading towards the location, you check to see if anyone else was around, not many people knew about this place but you always liked to make sure. You brushed your ears up, sighing at the feeling. You slipped your clothes off, stepping into the ice water. The moon was the only light you had as you submerged yourself under.

You rose in a gasp, feeling only a short amount of relief. You couldn’t shake this feeling, the need, the craving. Your hand slid down your body as you rested your back along the large rock forms. Your fingers push pressure on your clit, making you groan out. Moving in a circular motion, going faster and faster, you let yourself fall into pleasure but it’s not enough.

“My my, what do we have here…” You jump hearing your wolf’s voice. You didn’t see him though, but you did see a sudden figure jump into the water. You wipe the water out of your face from the splash, coming into contact with golden eyes lowly glowing and fresh split dye hair. You gulped as he got closer. His hands wrap around your bare waist, pulling you closer. Your legs entangle with his and then you notice, he was also bare.

“When did your heat start baby?” He growled kissing your lobe, down your jaw, before sucking on your neck. “I’m going to make you feel so damn good…Now stay still.”

Seonghwa

Your head was fuzzy, groaning as you tossed around in the soft velvet sheets. As your lover slowly eased into you. He picks up your legs, holding them to your chest for a deeper angle. You scream out his name as you drag your nails down his bare back, making him groan in a low animalistic growl. His speed was in-human, with the sounds of hot wet skin slapping together. Everything was about to come undone when you felt a sudden weight that held your lower half down. A burning pleasure surged through you like lighting. Your eyes flutter open waking from your lewd dream.

A gasp leaves your lips as you try to crawl away from the oversensitive pleasure. Seonghwa held you tight, digging his face into your core. You whimpered, grabbing a fist full of his hair. His tongue slurping up your juices, as his fingers pump faster in and out. The band snaps, making you come all over his face. He sits up with a low chuckle, wiping his chin with a smirk.

“I couldn’t help myself baby. Not when you call my name so beautifully in your sleep.” He kisses your neck, sucking harsh purple marks along his way. You were at his mercy, feeling a burning pan mixing with his relieving pleasure.

“H-Hwa Please…” You coughed, as you choked lightly on your saliva.

“Shh don’t worry my Bunny…” He kissed along your jaw before he locks his lips on you. “I’m going to make the pain go away..”

Yeosang

It became a normal thing for you two. If he was with his brothers and left you alone you would eventually at the end of the day find him at the place you met, in the flower patch. It was a full moon tonight so he was out, but when you finished dressing in your warm attire you grew to notice that you had started your heat, without him.

He told you once you become mates, you were bound to get heats that matched a wolf rather than a hybrid, so they would be more intense than the normal ones you’ve experienced. But you didn’t expect it to be this wild. Your skin is burning and your lower stomach aches. Your head was fuzzy and all you could think about was Yeosang.

You headed out to the flower patch to collect some herbal flowers for your pantry. You wanted to distract yourself from the aching pain. Kneeling down to grab your snipers from your basket, you cut the flowers you need at the end of the stem. Your breathing was hitched as you shook your head to try and focus, but your eyes became a blur. Your long ears flopped down to the sides of your head, feeling your hands shake.

Your knees buckle, falling into the bed of roses. You let out a whimper as you turn onto your back. You rake your fingers through your hair, gliding your fingers along your fluffy ears. You cough out, as tears crackdown your face, falling to your ears. You were lost in your brain, forgetting everything around you. You didn’t notice the wolf approaching you slowly, stalking you. The wolf shifted, suddenly pouncing on top of you, pinning you to the floor. Yeosang brushed his nose against your neck, licking along your pulse.

“Fuck you smell so damn delicious…”

Yunho

Pacing around your Greenhouse, you placed your palms down on the counters, looking into the sink filled with water. You let out a sigh before you slammed your face into the ice water. You screamed but it was muffed, you’ve never felt this feeling before and all you craved was Yunho. You gasped pulling your head out, feeling the air hit you. Your fuzz on your ears is damp and the light makeup you put on has now smudged away.

“Yu… Yuyu…” You whimpered out sniffling, rubbing your face. You retched for the towel to dry yourself, patting your face against it. Before you finished drying off, a pair of large arms engulf you in a deep hug, it was Yunho. His face nuzzled into your neck kissing along the wet skin. Your pain was finally being relieved the moment he touched you, but you still needed more.

“I could smell you from down the hall baby, god should have told me you were going into heat. I would have come back sooner…” He trails off, licking and sucking any exposed flesh he could find.

“H-heat?” Your confused words mixed with moans made Hongjoong chuckle. He spun you around pushing you against the counter. His lips mere inches from yours, you gulp. He could see the innocent look in your eyes, making him lowly growl.

“Oh my sweet tiny, Let me take care of you.”

San

A couple of minutes, of looking for herbs turned into 2 hours of San pinning you to the table in the centre of your greenhouse, making you surge with pleasure over and over again. His tongue, his fingers, all over your bare body, gifting you nothing but love and attention.

“S-San…” You cried out, coming undone for what you could guess was the fifth time. His lips, trailed up your hot skin, licking, kissing, sucking any part of you he could retch. Before placing a sloppy kiss on your swollen lips. His teeth graze on your bottom lip, smirking into the kiss.

“I’m going to make love to you until you’re nothing but a whimpering, shaking mess…” His hot breath pools over your face. His eyes glowed bright gold, watching your face contort as his fingers slip in and out.

“I’m going to make you feel so much pleasure that you’ll forget you’re even on your heat…” He suddenly stood up straight, pulling your legs to help you off the table. His hands grip tight on your ass, holding you up. He pinned you to the glasshouse wall, seeing woods outside. your blurred eyes finally focus your wolf-mate seeing his sly smile as he stares at you. you kiss him passionately smiling in his lips.

“God I love you…” He lightly kisses your cheek. “Now let me fuck you on every surface until you see stars…”

Mingi

It all happened so fast. Mingi was sound asleep with you snuggled close next to him. Sharp pains in your lower stomach awoke you. You went quickly to the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking it might cool down the heat shivering through your system. You chugged the water feeling some it the liquid spill down your chin. You gasp, taking a short breath. You knew about the symptoms of heat but you’ve never felt it like this.

You were so distracted by your own feelings that you almost didn’t notice the tall giant lowly growl from the doorway. His eyes were a dim golden hue, piercing through the darkness of the early morning. You gulp feeling exposed to his stare. You backed away, seeing he would take a step forward in response. You cracked a smile, with an idea popping into your head.

“Min…” You cooed trying to sound as innocent as possible. You were both on either side of the island bench. His hands were firmly on the marble with a sly smirk.

“Don’t move…” He ordered but given you weren’t a wolf yourself, you had no bounds like a normal mate. Therefore you had more leeway. You smiled at him, feeling the tug, wanting nothing more than to jump on him. But the other side of you wanted to have fun with him, taking another step back, he growled.

You ran.

“Y/N!!!” He yelled, chasing you down the hall, up the stairs, looping in and out of different rooms before finally grabbing you, pinning you to the hallway wall. His lips connected with your neck, adrenaline pumping through both of you. Your chest was heavy, as was his. Panting out moans, as he sucks hard.

“I’m going to punish you on every surface of this house for you running away from me.”

Wooyoung

You lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, leaning against your fluffy wolf. His soft fur tickles your skin in the best way. You let out a small sigh making his catch notice, looking over at your half-asleep relaxed body. He could tell your heat was going to start any day soon as your scent was changing. Becoming more intensified. He was the one to become lost in his own thoughts, his eyes glowing a soft golden hue as his heart began to speed up. His wet nose brushed against your hot flesh making you jump, but he kept protected. Nuzzling into you.

“hmm…What Woo…” You let out a groan, trying to move away from him. He stood up, shifting quickly. His lips made contact with your neck, pinning you to the floor.

“God, you smell so nice. You look so fuck…fuck me…” He growls nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt up. He ground his pelvis down onto your core, relieving some pleasure. Your shirt was scrunched above your chest as his tongue licked any part of flesh it could find. He was losing all control he possible had. A question that was floating in your head was;

‘weren’t you suppose to be the one on heat?’

Jongho

It was late at your little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Jongho was finally coming home from the long run out with his brothers. When he entered the house, he become suddenly aware, his senses blowing up. It was dark, nothing seemed to be done, all the little tasks you always do were unfinished or partially completed. He ran for the staircase, running towards your bedroom. He opened it to see the small side lamp being the only thing illuminating the room.

But unlike everything he had seen the one thing that caught him by surprise was the bed was unmade. In fact, the covers and blankets were missing. A trail of pillows and sheets lead into the walk-in wardrobe. He could faintly smell your scent, walking towards the closed doors. Opening it he sees you, patting the corners of your makeshift nest. You were completely bare except for his shirt covering you, while your tongue poked out trying to focus on making your nest of his scent perfect.

He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, he could smell you were on your heat the moment he opened the door. He wanted to pin you down and take you then and there but he resisted, choosing to wait.

“Bunny…what are you doing…” He cooed making your soft ears stand straight up. Your eyes were puffy, and your lips were swollen. He let out a low growl, making you wiggle in desperation.

“I… I feel funny, I just needed you, I needed—I know baby…” He cut your stuttering words, kneeling down to sit beside you. His body heat made your skin shiver, immediately crawled onto his lap. Your lips attached to his neck, rubbing yourself on his large thighs. He held you tight, fingers digging into your exposed thighs.

“Come on Bunny…” He flipped you over, pinning you to the ground. “Let sir, Help you…”

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Yes Sir | Seonghwa

Word count: 777 

Genre:  Suggestive, Smut, Mafia Au

Type:  Mafia!Seonghwa x Afab Reader

Warnings: Toys, Angry hwa, sir kink, rough kink, dom/sub dynamics, Mafia mentioned.

Synopsis: You wanted him to stop treating you like a delicate flower…But what happens when he finally snaps.

Note: I wrote this at 3am in the morning after seeing these new vogue picks ateez did. So hope you enjoy♡

Hit after hit, your teasing began to get out of hand. Throughout the day all you did was make him hot and bothered and man did that send him off. Your anniversary was two days away and your mission was to get a rise out of him until the day arrived.

You see, Seonghwa is a loving boyfriend and an amazing man. Everything you could have asked for. But there was one thing… His personality towards you and then towards everyone else was completely different. Don’t get you wrong you love the sweetness, the innocence, but you wanted the roughness he gives to others. When he is working on a new run, and he growls lowly at the underdogs to get their job done. Or when you caught him holding another man from a different gang up by his collar while they were both bruised and bloody.

Man, you have to hold back a whimper whenever you see him covered in blood. Call you sadistic but you craved for him to be rough, fuck you like his life depended on it. But he saw you as an angel, something pure, something too soft for his world. He would try and shield you no matter what, but you finally snapped.

He took a sharp turn, putting both hands on the wheel before coming to a stop in a dirt patch on the back road. No street lights, no cars. You were in trouble, maybe teasing him in the car wasn’t as a good idea as you thought… He got out of the car without a word, heading for the trunk. Your heart stopped, scared and excited about what might happen. He came back with a bag, looking furious.

“I wanted to give this to you after our anniversary dinner. But you’ve been so bad these two days…” His voice was low, turning your focus to his. He holds your chin, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes are cold and dark, he’s never looked at you like this before. There was no love, no softness…only lust…

“It looks like, I need to punish this brat out of you instead.” And with that he let go of you, diving into the bag. There were a bunch of goodies inside, but he only pulled one item out.

“Hwa…Please, I’m sorry.” You knew you had taken it too far, trying to give him doe eyes, you pleaded. But he just smirked more opening the box. You didn’t really want him to stop, but playing innocent was your default.

“It’s too late for apologies baby, now you’re going to take your punishment until we get home, and then I’ll think about fucking you.” He growled, putting the batteries in the toy. You were frozen, you didn’t think he was ever listening to you when you “joked” about wanting a vibrator for when he was away on work trips but the fact he got the exact one you even asked for. God, you didn’t deserve this man.

“Ready to be a good girl?” He asked testing the speeds with the remote, playing with the toy on his palm to see what speed was best. You nodded eagerly, kissing him. He smiled briefly, pulling away to help you out of your shorts and panties. This was the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done with him, normally, he would have gone home and maybe made love but this…this was different.

Taking a seat you waited for your next instruction. He grabbed lube out of the bag, lubing the toy before putting some of his fingers. He rubbed your slit, making you let out a small moan.

“Damn you are so wet already, hmm teasing me gets you just as worked up?” He chuckles slipping a finger inside you. You grip his arm, moaning.

“Please Hwa… H-Hw—That’s not my name tonight baby…” He cut you look pressing his finger on your clit, giving it pressure.

“You call me Sir tonight and I swear to God if you cum before we get home you’ll be in even more trouble than you are now. Do you understand?” He spat out pushing two fingers in, slowly moving them in and out, stretching you.

You nodded but he wanted a verbal response, pulling his fingers out before placing the toy at your entrance.

“Words darling…” He tilts his head, clicking his tongue with a smirk. You look up at him, seeing his eyes baring into yours. Your sweet boyfriend was gone, leaving you alone with someone new.

“Y–…” You stutter as you feel the toy enter you, feeling the low vibration….“Yes Sir”

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You Only Live Once | Yunho

Word count: 470

Genre:  Suggestive, Fuffy, Slice of Life

Type:  Yunho x Gn!Reader

Warnings:  Kissing, Thigh grabbing, some insecure thoughts, overall cute

Synopsis: He wants to tip you over the edge to finally see if you liked him back. But neither of you could of guessed this would be the outcome.

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It was a joke, well if a joke played with your feelings then call you a comedian. Sitting on your Bestfriends couch with him turned at your side. His face was inches from yours, while his words soft as they slips off his tongue.

“You want this…” He asked, making red blush flood on your cheeks. His arm hooking around your waist as he inched closer, while you inched back. Again and again. Until you had nowhere else to go but down, falling onto your back with him on top of you. His lips still closing in on yours.

“Tiny…” He whispers your nickname, bobbing his head as if he was egging you on to kiss you for real, but he never did. Only keeping them mere centimetres away. His hot breath pooled on your lips, as he licked his lips. Your eyes bore into his, getting lost in his dark brown rivers.

He wanted you to make the first move, he wanted you to seal the deal, but he knew you needed a push. A helping hand. Your embarrassment took over pushing him up with a whine. He chuckled the situation off, maybe he read you wrong.

You sat there for a moment while he stared at you. He leant down against the couch, leaning his head over the cushions to look up at the ceiling. He didn’t notice you watching him, your eyes scanning his body head to toe. Did he really like you the way you liked him? Were the feelings mutual? All these questions went around and around but it all ended in one conclusion.

You only live once right?

A saying Yunho lived by and would say whenever he was about to do something stupid with the combination of hurting himself in the process. But hey life is meant to be wild. You let out a small sigh, before moving fast, climbing onto Yunho’s lap in seconds. He tilts his head up to make eye contact with you, his hand immediately going to the side of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

You wait no time for his words or reactions, grabbing the sides of his face you smash your lips on his. He groans at your actions, holding you tight. One hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, while your hands left his cheeks to wrap around his neck. Your finger entangles in his hair, tugging lightly, gifting you another groan from him.

Your heart was racing fast, along with his. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Your friendship was ruined but now something new could blossom. You wanted this and so did he and hey, you only live once.

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Sea Breeze | Ot8 Ateez

Word count: 400

Genre:  Adventure, Dark Elements

Type:  Ot8 Ateez

Warnings:  —None—

Synopsis: The brothers finally found each other and all is right with the world. But little did they know, their story was only beginning.

Note: Thank you to my Anonymous asker for this request. I was a little unsure what to write when you asked for a inspiration fic with wave or the real but I just watched Wave’s mv a couple times and came up with this story so ! I hope you enjoy it♡

A moment of calmness, as if you finally woke from a terrible dream. A moment of relief, seeing the ones you loved still by your side as if they never left. The Sky was bright, with the sun hugging the earth in tight warmth. The fresh breeze smelt of salt from the sea and the seagulls whistled as they flew overhead. Waves calmly roll in onto the soft sand, with seaweed and other treasures from the deep appearing on the ocean’s edge.

Eight young brothers stroll the empty beachfront, living in the moment surrounded by laughter. The youngest, Jongho, began to sing a sweet tone while the two tallest, Mingi and Yunho, try and dance in the sand without falling, flicking some of it into the air with their feet. The car they arrived in long, was now gone in the distance as they kept heading south up the beach towards an unknown destination.

The redhead, Hongjoong, runs ahead towards the rock forms to climb on top of one of them. He started rapping while the others cheered, making weird noises —none of them knew how to bet box but yet, they still tried—.

Time flew away as they continued to sing, dance and find treasures from the seafloor. They were together, finally happy. They searched for so long, far and wide, through different lives and different worlds. They were lost until they were whole. Smiles on their faces, the sun was slowly setting the orange hue painting the sky with small dusts of pink and red.

The two that are always attached to the hip, Woo and San, go into the small forest nearby, retrieving sticks and sorts to build a fire as the sun bit its goodbyes. The eldest, Seonghwa, lit a leaf, starting the small fire. illuminating a small area for them.

The night continued with stories, more dancing and so much laughter. Sharing each other’s stories about how they managed to finally find their way back to one another but little did they know, hiding away from all the ignorant peace. Lays a figure that watched from afar. watching from the shadows. A man that had chased them from day one A man that was determined with hidden motives. Was it to end the brother’s happiness? Or to seek something they have. or maybe it’s both… The man dressed in all white, watching beyond the bay…

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Hi, uh people that are wondering if I’m going to be making a part thee two my Wolf!Ateez x Bunny Hybrid!Reader. The answer is yes!

I will be making another part. But its taking a we bit longer than I planned. I have about four requests in my asks (inbox) already so I wanted to just address it so you all don’t stress

If you’re new, here are the two parts I have atm:

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Ateez As Romantic Tropes | M.list

Genre:  Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Comedy

Type:  Ateez x Reader [Separate]

Warnings:  Each part will have a separate warning list :)

Synopsis: Each member is written as a romantic story trope.

♡HAPPY 1K FOLLOWERS♡ This is a special mini series to thank you all your support an love! This is insane to think that only this time last year i joined tumblr and now I have 1k amazing people in this beautiful community. Thank youu ♡

Hongjoong -> Forbidden Love

Seonghwa -> Arranged Marriage

Yunho -> One-Sided Love

Yeosang -> Enemies To Lovers

San -> Brothers Bestfriend

Mingi -> Bestfriends To Lovers

Wooyoung -> Forced Proximity

Jongho -> Boy Next Door

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I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES!! This was by far my favourite project I’ve done on here. I put so much effort into this series and I really hope you all enjoy it. Please take the time to relax and enjoy some light hearted (with a dash of angst) reads.

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Before You Go | Jongho

Word count: 574

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Some Heartache

Type: Jongho x gn!Reader

Warnings: Shitty parents, nothing else really just sappy stuff

Synopsis: New town, New people, New beginning.

Prompt: “Please, Just one more kiss before you go.”

Trope: Boy Next Door

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Moving from place to place was never something you enjoyed. Seeing new people, experiencing new things were great and all. But the one thing you always wished for was a home, a place to put a story to rest, a place to grow old. Moving to Seoul was definitely something you didn’t plan, but when your parents urge you it was going to be ‘fun’ you followed. Parents were supposed to be loving and most were, but with an absent father consumed by work that forced you to move since you were young and a mother that always managed to drink until she drops, you never had the luxury of love. But you stayed, even after you graduated from your online schooling. You couldn’t stay in a place long enough to get a job, nor did you ever have enough time to make friends. You were dependent on them.

Seoul was beautiful, the most welcoming place you’ve been to. The food was great, the people were kind, every little thing was breathtaking. And by everything you meant the deep chocolate haired boy that liked to sit at the corner café, drinking the same iced Americano and he would secretly get two pumps of caramel because even though he wasn’t a fan of sweet things, he had more of a distaste for the bitterness, but liked the aesthetic the drink had. You would always catch him in the elevator when he came home as that was the same time you would go out for your evening walk. Turns out he lived right next door. You brought him rice cakes one time as a ‘hello we are your new neighbours’ thing. God his smile made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You found out he had seven brothers, and he was the youngest. He said you should meet them one day, having never had a big family of your own.

He found out you liked sweeter things unlike him. You like strawberry milk with cream on top, and snaking on sweet jelly candies. You always scrunched your nose when you were focused on something and your hair would never stay out of your face, yet you refused to cut it differently. You smelled of jasmine and freshly cut roses. Your shampoo was scented of vanilla, giving off a warm homey feeling. He knew about your parents, and why you moved around. He knew one day you would have to pack up and leave. But yet he fell for you anyways.

That’s how you ended up laying on his couch, talking for hours every day for the past month. Your face rests on his board chest, feeling his steady breath as his chest rose and sunk. His fingers brushing through your soft hair, you finally felt comfort. Tomorrow was moving day, your father received another assignment aboard. Only this time, you didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to be dragged by your parents anymore.

“Please just one more kiss before you go…” He whispered, pulling your chin up to look at him. There was sadness in his eyes, he didn’t want you to go. He wanted you. Locking your lips to his, a tear escaped, rolling down your cheek. Maybe staying was possible. This was different this time. You had someone to help. You had someone who cared. So maybe this wasn’t just one last kiss, but the first kiss for a new beginning. Who knew the boy next door was the one for you.

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Stuck Together | Wooyoung

Word count: 785

Genre: Romance, Suggestive, A Little Angst

Type: Wooyoung x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: The reader gets hurt, Wooyoung is hopelessly in love, some angsty in your feels but over all just one big sob fest.

Synopsis: Being snowed in with the boy you had a crush on since you were kids cant be that bad right?

Prompt: “Guess it’s just you and me”

Trope: Forced Proximity

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It was just one hit after another. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. It was supposed to be a great Christmas at Wooyoung’s family cabin with all the members. But the snow set in too fast, leaving you and Wooyoung to be the only ones at the cabin. To be fair, Wooyoung begged for you to come with him a day earlier to set up for the boy’s arrival. Little did you both know, the weather wasn’t going to be kind to you, leaving snow to build upon all the exists and roads for miles.

“WellGuess it’s just you and me Doll.” He smiled while staring out the window at all the built up snow. That was only two days ago now… You’ve been stuck with him, and everything that could go wrong went wrong. Power out for a couple hours, the water system running cold for a day and to top it off, you fell over from melted snow seeping out one of the kitchen windows that was left opened, leaving you with a sprained shoulder and bruised leg. Wooyoung lit a fire in the fireplace to keep the house alight —thank god the heating was still working—. He went around lighting all the candles he could find, making the cabin glow in a light orange hue.

He told you to go for a shower to help your sprain but when you tried taking off your clothes you could get your shirt over your head. Everything was so wrong, and all you wanted was a perfect Christmas but all you got was being stuck with a guy you had a huge crush on since you were kids and sore limbs. You contemplated for a while, leaning against the sink, in your underwear and shirt hooked off one arm. Tears breaking from your eyes, you hiccupped before calling out.

“Wooyoung….Youngie!!!!” You called louder the second time in hopes you can get his attention. He came immediately stopping right outside the bathroom door.

“Bear…You okay.” He held out the door handle, calling out the nickname he gave when since you were kids. He could hear your sniffles, wanting nothing more than to help you. But you had to give him permission to come inside first.

“Woo…I need you—” You didn’t even finish your sentence before Wooyoung stepped inside. Concern filled in his eyes. You look up at him with glossy tears, making him wipe your cheeks with a soft smile. He could immediately tell you were in need of help, running his thumb over your puffy cheek.

“I’m going to take this off now okay, try and not tense.” His voice was soft and reassuring. His hands graze over your skin as he pulls the fabric slowly off your body. Your cheeks redden with blush, feeling embarrassed that this was how Wooyoung was going to see you naked for the first time. His eyes never left yours, keeping a serious yet comforting expression the whole time. His fingers hook on your panties non-verbally asking if you were okay. You nod as he finished undressing you. Your arm wrapped over your chest, as he turns to put the water on making sure it’s warm enough for you to enter without hassles.

“Thank you.” You whisper, going to step into the shower but you step on your sore leg, sending a sharp pain through your thigh. You hiss you, falling slightly before Wooyoung caught you, gripping tight on your waist.

“Hey, it’s okay…” He begins to speak but stops as he starts stripping himself, leaving on only his boxers. He steps into the shower, holding you close with him. The water hit your bareback, making you let out a sigh. Your good hand gripped his shoulder, while the other sits on his chest, holding yourself up. He begins to wash you, pouring your vanilla soap on your body. He took his time, being careful not to hurt you. Your tears made your eyes puffy and cheeks red, but all Wooyoung could see was beauty. Every curve, every blemish, every stretch mark and bruise. You were perfect to him. He loved you so much, and his ego was boosted at the fact you were letting him help you. This moment was sensual, something only two people that deeply in love with one another would do. Yet you were comfortable enough to allow him to see it.

“Doll listen I’m not just saying this cause, ah…I’m currently standing in the shower with you…” He blabbered, a tint of red fanning over his cheeks. “I-I’ve kinda had a crush on you and I think this was the most…uh best time than ever…I guess what I…I just—Wooyong stop.” You cut him off, chuckling lightly as the soap washes off your body.

“I like you do idiot, but you seriously have the worst timing…” You laughed, leaning your face against his chest. His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving a light kiss on your forehead feeling butterflies erupt in his stomach.

“I guess being stuck together wasn’t so bad after all.”

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3am Thoughts | Mingi

Word count:1k

Genre:super fluffy like tooth rotten sappy, with a sprinkle of angst [woops]

Type: Mingi x Gn!Reader

Warnings:Pinning, alcohol, mentions of being drunk, kissing, we little bit of heartache.

Synopsis: Late night baking leads to popping open wine and spilling secrets you thought you could keep safe.

Prompt:“I’ve always loved you, idiot…”

Trope: Bestfriends To Lovers

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It was like any average Tuesday. Well if average meant drinking the whole pantry leaving only the cheapest wine in the back. Now that you both were royally buzzed, flour, sugar and all sorts covered the countertop. Whose idea was it, to cook at 3am with your roommate and Best Friend Mingi.

“Ah No!! You missed the bowel.” You yelp as Mingi wobbles to crack the eggs into the mixing bowl. You quickly turn the tap on to drain the forgotten shell and yolk. Mingi hops to the fridge to grab the milk, chugging some of the wine straight out of the bottle.

“MINGI! Pour a glass!! stop chugging like a frat boy.” You slur, jumping behind him trying to snatch the bottle off him but his board back stops you. You take one more jump but you land wrong, slipping from your sock hitting a wet patch on the ground, most likely some wine that was spilled without your knowledge.

“Woah.” He grabs you quickly, dropping the bottle in the process. Wrapping his arm around your waist, his face inches from yours as noses graze each other. The bottle lands on the floor with a thump luckily not breaking, and since Mingi chugged the rest of the wine inside nothing spilled out other than a few small drops.

“Hi…” He whispered, his breath hitting your lips. You hold onto him tighter, your fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes. You bit your lip looking at him deep in the eyes. You always had a crush on him, but never spoke up about it, worried he might freak and never talking to you. So through nights of crying alone while you wish he would be yours, you came to the realization that he was your best friend and nothing more.

“Hi…” You smiled back as he helped you up. Letting you go, you fixed your shirt before going back to mixing the mixture for the cupcakes. He picked up the bottle, wiping away the mess he spilled so no one would slip again.

“Now all we need is to put the mixture into the pan.” Your voice became quieter as Mingi stepped closer and closer until his chest was against yours. He grabs your chin and tilts his head while staring at you. You gulp shaking slightly at his touch, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“You have something on your face.” He spoke soft, maybe it was the alcohol or it was the fact he had given up on leaving little hints. Go big or go home, right? Before you could reply, he dipped his finger into the batter, quickly smudging the uncooked chocolate mixture on your lips.

“It’s right there.” He looked dead in your eyes, trying to find any sense of uncomfortableness, but all he saw was your big doe eyes staring up at him with all the love in the world. His lips caught yours, letting his tongue graze along your bottom lip, licking the sweet mixture off. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers snaking into the ends of his hair. A tear broke, feeling a sense of happiness and guilt. Was he just kissing you because you both were drunk or was it, love? Love that you wished, and craved for.

“Mingi…” You pulled away first making him chase your lips, but you turned to face the counter before he could plant another one.

“Did we just—kiss? yes, yes we did.” He interrupted almost sounding smug like he just won a gold medal. Blush formed on your cheeks, feeling hot. The alcohol is definitely kicking in now.

“Do you love me?” You blurted out, pouring the batter while he suddenly stood stunned at your question, it was his turn now blush. Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a soft chuckle.

“I’ve always loved you, idiot…” He only called you that when he was embarrassed, trying to divert things onto you instead. You finished pouring the batter, placing the tray inside the oven, you finally turn to face him.

“You know what I mean.” You looked at your feet, feeling your heartache. Was this the moment your friendship ends? He immediately went to protect mode, walking over in a rush to close the gap between you two.

“y/n you know..argh what I mean is..shit…” His head was spinning, it was 4 in the morning and you both were off your rockers, he couldn’t think straight, stumbling on his words. But the only thing he knew what to say was something he feared if he ever were to speak it aloud.

“I love you, more than you know. I’ve loved you the moment we shared that ice cream while sitting on top of the jungle gym in prep. I loved you the moment we ditched prom together cause our dates were terrible and ate Kfc on the beach in our formal attire. I love every moment, every day and every second I’m with you. Drunk or not, I’ll scream it aloud for you. I love you.” His rambling brought you to tears, emotions filling your senses. It was an overload. An overload of joy, happiness, contentment. He did have the same feelings for you, your fear was nothing more than a childish nightmare. He hugged you seeing the tears falling, rubbing small circles into your back.

“We only shared that ice cream cause you dropped yours…” You snuggled into his chest, sniffling a little bit.

“That’s all you go out of my whole deceleration of love.” He laughed pulling away to lean on the counter, you laughed with him, hitting his chest lightly.

“Hey it’s true though! You were trying to climb the slide when I kept telling you it was a bad idea but no, you did it anyway.” You laugh wiping a stray tear from your eye. The laughter slowly died down and you see him smiling at you like a puppy.

“I did take in your whole speech, idiot,” you smirk, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Uh okay so does this mean I get to call you my partner now,” he asks snaking his arm around your waist. You pretend to think for a moment, playing your finger on your lip before you smile.

“I guess, as long as I can call you my boyfriend.” you giggle, making in punch the air with a sly ‘yes’ in happiness.

“God, you’re an idiot…” You laugh at his actions.

“Yes but I’m your idiot.”

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Consequences | San

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Romance, Suggestive, Smut-ish, Angsty

Type: San x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Pinning, Fighting inner feelings, pet names, Heartbreak, Seduction, Heavy makeout, Battling feelings, Neck kissing, Hair pulling, Marking, Cheeky San.

Synopsis: intoxicated confessions lead to being stuck alone with a man you tried so hard to avoid.

Prompt: “I won’t tell if you don’t ”

Trope: Brother’s Best friend

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It all happened so quickly. It was the most excited and nervous you’ve ever felt. Whatever self-control San had that night was crumbled away. His confession had been firmly and completely out of the blue. Then again it might have been the alcohol in his system that gave him the confidence to do it. Sober San’s level of self-restraint might have kept his secret longer, but now he couldn’t get over how many secretive glances you both exchanged. But that’s all the relationship was, a side-eye glance here and there. Small brushes of shoulders. Or the occasional lingering fingers grazing over random fabric covered skin.

“Have Fun.” You told your brother, Hongjoong, with a big smile making him smile back at you. Your smile always made you look younger, well younger than your twenty-first-year self. That is what Hongjoong would always say. “Make sure to eat!! Don’t stress too much.”

Hongjoong and the rest of the Hyung line had a meeting with some producers for their new upcoming programs, comeback, blah blah, you didn’t really pay attention to the whole array of tasks he had planned. He briefly said goodbye along with the others before getting in the van to leave.

Once entering inside you briefly caught a glimpse of San down the hall. The gym door wide opened his smooth skin is covered in a layer of sweat as he does pull-ups. Butterflies fly around in your stomach as his gaze met yours for a moment. You quickly walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink. Closing the fridge, you turn around to see the older man behind you, making you jump.

“Jesus San! You scared me.” You held your chest, feeling you heart was going to beat right out of it.

“Ha, Sorry Dollface.” His low chuckle made your heartbeat ever faster. Is this man trying to give you a heart attack?! He also grabbed a drink from the fridge while granting you an award-winning smile the whole time. You made your way to the living room, situating yourself on the floor in front of the couch. Your back pressed against the bottom half of it, you take a sip from your bottle in the hopes it will calm your nerves.

San entered the lounge room soon after, a water bottle in hand. You noticed he had ditched his top t-shirt, leaving him in a tight black singlet and joggers. His hair was wet, stray hairs stuck to his forehead. Your mind wandered, sometimes wished he wasn’t your brother’s bandmate, one of his best friends. San chose to sit on the floor beside you, his long legs extending in front of him. You both didn’t say anything for a moment choosing to sit in silence…Until.

“Hey umm…” San began to speak, nerves surging through his words. “About the other night…”

You turned your attention to him slowly. With worry, you begged with your doe eyes for him not to say any words, especially anything to do with what happened a couple of nights ago. But as in most situations in life where you wanted something really badly, you were met with a big spoonful of disappointment.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you. I was drunk and I crossed a line.” He took a swigged of his water, only to meet his eyes with your unexpected reaction.

“Sadly, no lines were crossed.” You had a half-smile, looking down at your drink. Hearing your words, San could only chuckle out, laying his head on the couch. He took another long chugged of his water before finishing the bottle entirely.

“You know We can’t do anything about this. About us, I mean.”

You remained silent.

“I know you’re Hyung’s little sister and you might not fully realize the consequences of doing something like this bu—Believe me, I understand the consequences.” You cut him off feeling a sad pit form in your stomach. He exhaled deeply, dragging his hand across his face and through his hair in frustration.

“Help me out then,” He begs, turning his body to face you. “We need to stop with the longing eyes and touches. If Hongjoong catches us…” He pauses trying to find the words.

“I can’t help it…and neither can you..” You eye him, leaning your elbow into the couch cushion, resting your head on your hand.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” He apologized, sounding defeated. “I know it’s not on purpose but you’re not making this whole thing easy for me.” He sighs, leaning back on the couch, looking at the roof.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m the one pinning over my best friend’s little sister. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” You smiled softly because despite the seriousness of your conversation you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. You know on your side, you were still Joong’s sister but on his, it could ruin his life, his friendship, everything. You placed a hand on his arm in a reassuring way.

“Don’t beat yourself up about this and besides, nothing has even happened…” You sounded a lot more disappointed in your voice than you wanted, and San noticed.

“I know how you feel about me, and I’ve already told you how I feel, but if anything were to happen—I know.” You pressed your lips together cutting him off again, forcing yourself to smile sadly.

“Do you?” He pressed tilting his head to look at you. “Because you’re still holding my bicep.” he laughed lightly.

“Sorry, I-…” You couldn’t find the words, pulling your hand away. San chuckled quietly, his smile was bright in your eyes despite the situation that was unravelling. He took your hand that was resting on his arm into his own. Slowly tangling his fingers with yours. Looking down at your entwined digits, expression almost pained.

“It’s okay,” He reassured with a voice soft. “I guess I’m just rambling about boundaries…” A moment of silence grew again until he gently reached over and placed his finger beneath your chin, forcing you to look in his direction. He gazed at you for a long moment, allowing a second to calm down his nerves as he stared worriedly into your eyes. Sadness was filling your sense, even if you wanted to hide the fact your heart was definitively breaking.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, alright? No one needs to know about what happened between us.”

He waited, a long moment passing as you battled your thoughts and emotions. Why did he have to be so caring, so sweet, so… inviting… He stared into your eyes with the softest smile across his lips, His eye creasing with reassurance. In a second impulse, you no longer had restraint, leaning over to kiss him.

It was an innocent kiss, a peck; nothing more, nothing less. It lasted just over a second and then you pulled back, feeling stunned by your own bravery and simultaneously guilty about the whole thing. You could feel your cheeks burning up, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, feeling nothing but embarrassment. Your eyes finally met San’s, you quickly see that he look just as surprised as you felt in the moment. But his emotion of surprise was soon joined by something else, something that made him look more pained, feeling his heartstring pull so hard they felt like they were going to break.

He inhaled sharply, his face only inches from yours. It was a long moment of battling his feelings before finally, feeling like the damage had already been done, he let his hand slip from yours. It was only a brief second before his hand found your cheek. Holding your face firmly in his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” and just like that he eagerly pulled you against him, pressing his mouth to your own. It wasn’t innocent or gently as the previous kiss had been. There was desperation covered in need and urgency. Feeling the desire pool from San, you take it in to dive headfirst, throwing away any and everything that had been spoken about before. Your heart was beating frantically as you pushed yourself onto your knees. San gripped your thighs, helping you climb onto his lap. He pulled you closer, one hand squeezing your thigh while the other held firmly around your waist, trapping you to him. The kiss was hot, tongues fighting and teeth clashing. You let out a groan as San’s mouth connected with your hot flesh on your jawbone, then your neck, licking a wet trail until your collar bone. Your fingers pulled lightly on his hair, moaning as you felt him begin to suck harshly on your skin.

Suddenly—much to both of your disappointments—the sounds of keys jingled as a lock clicked. You both snapped back to reality, frantic, you slide out of San’s lap, situating yourself back against the couch. While San jumped so fast to sit on the furtherest couch in the room, hiding in the array of decorative pillows.

He looked to you with an expression of panic, promptly deciding the best course of action was to try and act like absolutely nothing had happened. The sounds of footsteps echoed through the hall making San glances one more time at you with a look of “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Y/n?” Hongjoong called turning the corner. He spotted you and San with a smile, “I forgot my notebook,” He said with a light sigh, picking up the book from the kitchen counter. You watch him walk back towards the hall but stopped to turn back again.

“The producers might hold us up a little longer than expected so if it’s not too much would you be able to walk y/n home.” He faced San before turning his gaze to you. “I’m sorry we couldn’t hang out more.” He gave you an apologetic look. You say it’s fine before he quickly left without another word, letting silence take hold again. You look over at San once you hear the car clearly leave the driveway, he has a devilish smile on his face, no longer even thinking about any sort of boundaries anymore.

“Wanna continue at yours, do I have to carry you upstairs?”

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