You: Why are you so thirsty all the time?

Me: Yes.

*

Seungcheol:

• loves to go down on you because to him it feels super romantic and giving
• always starts out slow, steady and sloppy, lapping and licking at you like he literally wants to eat you up
• wants to make it last as long as possible, his big hands spread firmly over your thighs to keep you open for him
• but he is WEAK for you so if you need him to get you there, just start whining a bit
• he won’t be able to resist
• before you know it, his tongue is in you and you’re coming all over his face
• the definition of “eat the booty like groceries”

Jeonghan:

• a straight-up tease
• you almost don’t want him to even start eating you out because you know he’s just going to keep at it forever
• observing you the whole time so he can take you right to the edge and then stop you from going over
• his chuckles vibrate through you as you grab at his hair in frustration
• by the time he lets you come, you’re trembling and crying from the edging
• smugly content to just lie next to you and jack himself off to his own climax while you recover dizzily

Joshua

• likes seating you somewhere high so he can kneel in front of you
  
• the type to look up at you while his face is between your thighs
• has the ultimate bedroom eyes and knows how to use them
• his shoulders wedge your legs open firmly, a solid presence pinning you in place
• in contrast, his tongue playing around your clit gently and delicately
• when he wraps his lips around you it’s like an intimate kiss
• with the way he’s looking into your eyes, you can’t help saying his name when you come

Junhui

• if he’s already feeling pent up before he goes down on you… watch out
• man does he go for it
• the sight of you losing control is just so exciting
• definitely does not give you time to recover before he initiates the next round
• on the other hand, if he’s in more of a laid-back mood, you have a little more breathing room
• uses his fingers mostly instead of his mouth so he can get you off more precisely
• happy smile on his face afterward

Soonyoung

• holds you like you’re something precious and fragile while his mouth goes to work
  
• loves listening to your breaths and reactions
• if you let a moan slip out, he’ll moan right back into you, sending shivers up your spine
• but he’s not even doing it on purpose, he’s just getting so into it
• after you come, you open your eyes to him hiding his face in your stomach
• blushingly admits that you were so hot, he came in his pants

Wonu

• not the vocal type
• usually dedicates his entire mouth to getting you off
• but if you close your eyes for even the slightest second…
• “baby.”
  
• he says your name quietly
• you open your eyes, wondering what’s up, but he doesn’t say anything
• goes right back to eating you out, eyes capturing yours
• he just wants to make sure you know it’s him making you feel like this
• watches every second of your climax in quiet satisfaction

Jihoon

• a little shy each time he goes down on you: “can I try…?”
• upfront about not being skilled due to lack of experience and not quite enough enthusiasm to compensate
• but you have to wonder if he’s doing reading on his own or something
• because he tries something new every time, and oh boy does his repertoire expand quickly
• his patience and precision are enough to drive you out of your mind
• you’ll probably combust the day he decides to try giving you multiple orgasms in a row

Seokmin

• enthusiasm through the roof; more vocal than you are
• “how does this feel? … is that okay? … feel good, honey?”
  
• loves hearing your voice, tells you not to try and keep quiet
• will definitely pin your hands down if you attempt to cover your mouth and turn up the pace to retaliate
• you end up twisting and squirming helplessly under his avid attention, too out of breath to even make any sounds
• keeps his mouth on you the whole time you’re coming, humming with absolute pleasure

Mingyu

• probably more confident than he is skilled, but his eagerness makes up for it
• kneels at the side of the bed, pulls you close, tosses your legs over his shoulders
• supports your back with his hands and dives in like you’re his only meal
• tugging on his hair gets him really fired up
• after you climax, he lays you down gently and looks at you with the cutest dopey lovesick expression
• (suggest sitting on his face at your own risk… you’re going to have handprints on your ass for days)

Minghao

• kind of shy about going down on you; prefers to use his hands
• when he does use his mouth, it’s almost hesitantly reverent the way he licks and kisses you around your labia, your clit
• you look down to see him constantly looking up at you too, checking your reaction every other second
• the cuteness of his uncertainty juxtaposed with the way he looks positioned between your legs is too much
• you come with your hands in his hair, holding him close to you
• he snuggles his cheek into your palm afterward, smiling adorably to himself

Seungkwan

• it’s actually really important to him that you orgasm every time
• when you chortle at him putting unneccessary pressure on himself, he turns into angry sexy Boo
• you did not expect to get eaten out on the kitchen table, but maybe you should have
• spreads you out and leans over you like you’re a feast for his taking
• goes down on you like he’s making a point (and, well, he is)
• he pulls out every trick in his book; you’ve never come so fast
• helps you down off the table, smirking as you totter on your feet unsteadily

Hansol

• moves from kissing you to cunnilingus so naturally, it feels more like an extended makeout session
• intertwines his fingers with yours and kisses down your stomach to your clit
• doesn’t rush or hurry you toward your climax
• just soft breaths and the quiet sounds of his mouth on you
• you’re almost embarrassed to moan aloud in the quiet hushed atmosphere, but the responding deep hum from him makes you clench
• he just keeps going, licking and lapping at you, all the way through your orgasm
• never asks for anything in return, would happily go to sleep right after

Chan

• slightly obsessed with making you feel good, i.e. making you come
• if he can do it with his mouth? good. if he can do it with his hands? good. if he can do it with his dick? good, but it’s harder that way
• so that’s why he’s always going down on you
• collects your orgasms like memories, loves knowing that he can give you that kind of pleasure
• makes him feel more manly, dumb as it sounds
• every single time you call his name when you climax, he falls deeper in love

— lines from “To The Beat”

Author’s note: I had a sexy dream about Yunho last night and have just been thirsting desolately over him for the entire day… so here you go, a quick fic about how Ateez masturbates.

Hongjoong:your body, one, two

• cooped up in his studio, some precious alone time apart from the boys
• his mind drifts from music to the latest interaction he’s had with you
• he likes to think of himself as a gentleman, wants to refrain from thinking of you sexually, but all the thoughts he’s held back pile up in this moment
• he locks the door, sits back down and puts his hand on himself
• he’s more on edge than he consciously realized; when he closes his eyes and sees you in his mind, he goes from zero to one hundred like that
• comes quickly, panting quietly and trying to wring the most out of it as he pictures you

Seonghwa:different mood

• why are you so different from the other staff? he can’t figure it out
• can’t figure out why he gets restless when you’re near, why he gets hot and het up
• in the shower, he thinks of you and suddenly realizes he’s erect
• oh… he’s… attracted to you
• hesitantly he touches himself, really only because his problem doesn’t seem to be going away any time soon
• but oh, it feels good
• he speeds up before he knows it, finishes with a grunt and thanks the heavens for the shower

Yunho:say wow

• he overhears a dirty joke you tell another staff member
• realizes just how long it’s been since he’s had some release
• when he locks the bedroom door, he tells himself he’s not jerking off to the thought of you
• it’s just the intrigue of hearing the dirty joke coming from your mouth
• his hand works steadily as he tries to empty his mind
• but he’s not getting anywhere just rubbing himself while staring at the ceiling
• so he tentatively thinks of you again, and up goes his temperature
• even stroking as unhurriedly as he can, he comes before he wants to
• …now he can’t stop thinking about you in that way, or just thinking about you, period

Yeosang:hot hot

• you’re one of the very few staff members he doesn’t get along with
• the small everyday tensions between you two are scattered firework candles waiting to be lit
• a strained argument leads to the two of you staring down each other in the small confines of a changing room, breathless from trying to stay polite
• you stare into each other’s eyes, and you both realize: this? is chemistry
• he gets out of there before he does something stupid, holds himself together for the rest of the day’s activities
• then locks himself in the dorm bathroom at night
• stares down at his erection in disbelief
• “are you sure? are you sure we like her?”

San:get crazy

• he’s not obsessed with you. he just likes you, a lot
• and maybe he’s never felt this way before, never gotten this hot over someone else before
• but that’s because he doesn’t have much experience, right?
• that’s why it’s all backwards, that’s why your cuteness makes his dick hard and your sexiness makes his heart sigh
• that’s why he can rub one out in five minutes just lying in his bed, doing nothing but thinking of you
• not even imagining you sexually, just thinking about you in love with him like the way he’s in love with you
• (…shit)

Mingi:hit repeat

• he jerks off regularly because he needs to, because it’s a normal bodily function that feels good
• embarrassed about it but also tries not to be
• his worst nightmare is you walking in on him doing it
• doesn’t understand why it’d be so much worse if you walked in than any other staff or member, just knows he’d rather die
• so he does it late at night at the dorm, under the covers, stealthily slow, keeping his breathing even
• tissues at hand, garbage can under the bed, prepared

Wooyoung:in my element

• another one who does it regularly because it feels good
• also makes him feel more like a man (which he knows is dumb tbh)
• he’s a little intimidated by you, and a little more intimidated by the things he wants to do with you
• that’s why he keeps to himself, keeps his hands to himself, just sneaks glances at you and saves your various expressions and looks in his mind
•  when he has downtime alone, he mentally flips through his memories, turning pages carefully
• shivers running down his spine as he touches himself

Jongho:follow my lead

• likes to think he has self-control, only masturbates when he really wants to, not just because he’s feeling a bit horny
• problem is, around you he seems to want to a lot more
• and he doesn’t like that. he doesn’t want to feel like you’re the only one affecting him like this
• so he acts up a little around you, acts unlike himself, gets in your space, shows off his strength
• when he manages to get even a hint of a flustered reaction out of you, he’s so quietly satisfied he could fly to the moon
• strokes himself that night feeling on top of the world, like he deserves it, like he’s won
• keeps picturing you the way you responded, the delicious moment of your reaction to his pushing
• savours the feeling of how the dynamics between you shifted almost as much as the feeling of his climax

← part 1

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!

***

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.

*

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!!!”

***

part 2 →

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: 7.9k

Warnings: none, just slowest of slow burns

Author’s note: y’all, I wanted to write a fic about Ateez’s maknae and then it turned into 8k words with like five original characters before I knew it. So I’m splitting it up and posting this first part before I go out of my mind.

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“Y/N!”

You look around to see your friend Yeona rushing across the gym floor toward you. “Hey, Yeona. No more clients for today?”

“This bike’s free, right?” Without waiting for your reply, she hops onto the stationary bike next to you and starts pedalling.

“Yeah.” Bemused, you watch her quickly accelerate to a pace double yours. “What’s wrong?” She hasn’t even taken off the jacket that identifies her as a personal trainer at the gym, which she usually does as soon as she’s done with clients.

Instead of answering, Yeona glances over her shoulder in the direction she came. Naturally, you look as well, which makes her hiss, “No, don’t look!”

“What is it?” Your curiosity’s growing. “Did you run into your former boss or something? Or—don’t tell me, another client asked you out on a date.”

“Worse.” She pauses, then backtracks: “Actually, no, not worse. At least I didn’t lose a client this time. My paycheque is safe.”

You laugh. “Good. Money is important.”

“Yes,” she agrees, and finally slows her ridiculous pace to sit up straight and work her jacket off. “Okay, now that I’m thinking it over, it wasn’t so bad.”

“What happened?”

“I almost hit on a teenager.”

You stop pedalling. “You what??”

“Not so loud!” Yeona takes another fleeting look over her shoulder. “I think he’s still here.”

“Seriously?” You’re caught between surprise and hilarity. Usually, Yeona’s the one who gets hit on; her face and personality are both so lovely that she attracts people without even trying. But you can count on one hand the number of times she’s actively pursued someone else. “Give me the details, come on.”

She gives a disgruntled half-sigh, half-groan. “I was wrapping up with my last client when someone came over to use the power rack next to us. Turns out he knew my client, so they spent some time catching up. As I was about to leave, the new guy started loading up the bar, and—”

“And he started deadlifting your body weight, just like that?” you guess, starting to grin.

“Not exactly. You should warm up before you work out, you know,” Yeona scolds.

“Right, so after he warmed up, on went the 50kg plates.”

“He was barely taller than me and he didn’t look that beefy, so when I saw those weights—”

“You went, ‘be still, my beating heart!’”

“Shush!” Yeona sends you a stern glare that doesn’t diminish your grin one bit. “What I’m saying is, he didn’t have the typical gym rat profile, so I was surprised, and interested. That’s it.”

“Okay, okay. So you spoke to him?”

“I asked him how long he’d been lifting, you know, typical gym small talk. And he said—” Yeona winces and leans toward you, lowering her voice. “—he said he picked it up during his last year of high school… two years ago.”

You blink, then burst into laughter. “Yeona, that makes him at least twenty. Twenty is not a teenager.”

“That’s barely legal! Don’t laugh so loudly!”

You try to stifle your chuckles. “Was he good-looking, at least?”

“Ugh, I don’t even know. My judgement’s clearly off if I can’t tell a twenty-year-old when I see one.”

“Point him out to me.”

“No way. That’d totally negate the point of me running over here to you.”

You promptly stop pedalling and twist in your seat, craning your neck to get a view of the weights area. It’s pretty quiet on a Saturday evening, and right away you spot the one person who’s currently using a power rack.

“Yah, stop it!” Yeona whisper-yells.

Ignoring her, you squint harder. He’s wearing some name-brand tracksuit and a baseball cap low on his face; it’s hard to tell what he looks like… until he starts his next rep. Up tilts his face, and you get a good look.

You whip back around.

“Hey, Yeona.”

“What?”

“That’s a K-pop idol.”

“What? Are you sure?” She nearly turns to look as well, but manages to stop herself. “Which group? Do I know them? Damn, why are K-pop idols so young these days?”

“I’m like 99% sure that’s Choi Jongho, from Ateez. If it helps, he’s the maknae.”

“Oh, that group with the smoking-hot clean freak? Wait, no, that’s Monsta X. I can’t keep all these English names straight.”

You smother a chuckle. “Both those groups have smoking-hot clean freaks, actually. And don’t worry, ‘Ateez’ isn’t really English.”

“Eh?? Well, it’s definitely not Korean.” This time Yeona does turn to look again. “That actually makes me feel better, though. He probably thought I was just a fan, instead of a creepy old cougar.”

“Plus, now you can say you’ve met a K-pop idol.”

“Ah, yes, my goal in life,” she says dryly, making you laugh; you know how jaded she is about the K-pop industry. But she listens to the song recommendations you send her anyway—one of the many things you appreciate about her.

“It makes a great story, at least. ‘That time I accidentally flirted with a K-pop idol’…”

“More like ‘That time I flirted with someone ten years younger than me like a gross old man’.”

“Hey, gross old men do it on purpose. You did it by accident.”

“True,” Yeona concedes with a chuckle. “All right, whatever, let’s forget it. Come on, I’ll race you.”

“We’re on stationary bikes! There’s no racing.”

“First one to 10 kilometres?”

“You’re a literal gym trainer! This is unfair!”

*

Next Saturday evening, you arrive a bit later than usual to see Yeona already out of her trainer jacket and lifting dumbbells in the free weights area while scowling at herself in the mirror.

“Yeona?” You head straight for her. “What’s wrong?”

“Hm? Oh, Y/N.” She scowls through one more rep, then lowers the dumbbells with a sigh. “I think I lost another client today.”

“What? Who? What happened?” You take the dumbbells from her hands and follow her as she folds herself down to the mat gracefully into a cross-legged sit.

“It’s the client who was friends with that idol from last week, you remember?” Yeona grimaces. “During our session today he was asking me questions about my convo with the twenty-year-old.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You furrow your brow. “I thought you only talked to Jongho for a short while.”

“I did! But my client was all like, ‘Did you know Jongho was an idol? What did you talk about? Jongho said he’s going to come back to this gym, did you ask him to come back?’ It’s like he thinks I’m a sasaeng fan.”

Literally as she speaks, you notice a familiar ball-cap-and-tracksuit ensemble enter the free weights area behind her. It looks like Jongho has, in fact, come back to the gym.

“…Hmm.” You keep half an eye on him as you ask Yeona, “How did the conversation end? What makes you think he’s not going to continue training with you?”

“Well, when I told him I barely said anything to the idol guy, he really didn’t seem to believe me. He ended the session early.” Yeona slumps a little. “I feel bad, but at the same time I don’t think I did anything wrong.”

“You didn’t,” you tell her firmly. “Your client’s totally misunderstanding here.”

“Even if that’s true, it’s not like I can say that to his face. He might get offended and quit training with me anyway.”

Looking at Yeona’s despondent expression, your mind starts to work. “What’s your client’s name?”

“First name’s Suhyeok. Why?”

“Just wondering.” And gathering information. “You do still have next week’s sessions with him booked, right?”

“Yeah, but who knows if he’ll keep it.”

“Okay. Then I think you can wait to see if he brings it up again next week, and if he does, ask him more directly what his concerns are regarding Jongho,” you suggest. “And in the meantime, try not to worry about it. This is definitely his problem, not yours.”

Yeona lets out another small sigh, but musters up a smile. “Thanks, Y/N-ah. I appreciate it. Ah, I feel like I’m always making you listen to my problems.”

“Oh please, not at all,” you reassure her. “You know I like to hear about your interesting life.”

She laughs a little. “I’m glad, then.”

“At least you can head home early for once, right?” You smile.

“Yeah, I think I will,” she agrees. “Sorry for not keeping you company.”

“My legs are more than happy to take a break today,” you joke, and see her off to the staff room.

Now. Time for action.

You make sure Yeona’s fully out of sight before relocating Jongho. He’s back at the rack, powering through deadlift sets with the occasional pause to add plates. After checking that no one’s in earshot, you make your move.

Jongho looks up at your approach, face glowing with exertion. He sets the bar down, and his wary eyes track your footsteps until you stop a distance away.

“Excuse me,” you say politely. “Do you have a moment?”

“Yes,” he replies, tone just as neutral. “Can I help you?”

“I was wondering: do you happen to know Suhyeok-ssi? He’s a regular here.”

Slight surprise disrupts his wariness. “Er, yes.”

“Great.” You give a small smile. “He’s a client of a trainer here, Lee Yeona-seonsaengnim. He was asking her a few questions about you, and I think he’s concerned about your privacy being respected here at the gym, as you’re an idol.”

His eyebrows lift. “…I see.” He sounds uncertain.

You forge on: “Can I ask whether Yeona or anyone else has disrupted or bothered you at this gym?”

“No,” he says, tone lilting up almost like a question. “Not at all.”

“Great,” you repeat, widening your smile. “Then could you convey that to Suhyeok-ssi yourself? I think that should clear up his concerns around your interactions here.”

“Uh. Sure, yes.”

“Glad to hear. Thank you.” You bow. “Then, I’ll be going first.”

“Ah, yes.” He doesn’t move, just stands there and watches you as you retreat a few steps, then turn your back and head for the cardio machines.

*

For the rest of the week, you’re not sure if you did the right thing. Would it be possible that Yeona’s client might freak out even more if Jongho told him about a stranger approaching him at the gym?

The next time you visit the gym, you automatically scan the gym floor as you enter to see if Yeona’s working today. You almost miss her, because she’s not on the floor—she’s at the front desk with her client Suhyeok, standing and talking. And from what you can tell, they’re both smiling.

Relieved, you set up for your own workout, keeping an eye on the front. Suhyeok leaves after a few more minutes, and Yeona stays at the desk, still smiling into the air.

You hop off the elliptical machine and beeline over to her. “Yeona!”

“Ah!” She jumps. “You scared me.”

“Sorry! It’s just that I saw Suhyeok—is everything okay? What did he say to you this time?”

“Oh.” Yeona ducks her head, an unfamiliar gesture from her. “He… uh, I don’t know how to say this.”

“He didn’t quit as your client, at least, right?”

“Well, kind of.”

“What???”

“He… told me he never really wanted a personal trainer, but he signed up for sessions because he was interested in me.” Her smile turns sheepish. “And now he wants to stop being my client so he can ask me out.”

“Oh my God. And you said yes?”

“Uh, yeah, I said yes.” She ducks her head again, but you can see her smile clear as day.

“Ahhh, Yeona!” You cheer and pounce on her with a hug. “Finally, you’ve chosen love over money!”

“Yah!” Laughing, she returns the hug. “Ugh, do you think this is a bad idea?”

“No,” you say firmly. “Not if you’re happy.”

“Thank you.” She gives you a heartfelt squeeze.

“Okay, now tell me exactly how this all went down,” you say as you pull back. “How did he end up confessing?”

“Honestly, I was worried throughout our session because he was quieter than usual. But then he stopped at the front desk as he was leaving and then just… said it.” She laughs. “Man, was I surprised.”

“But happy,” you say. “Right?”

“Yeah, I think I’m interested,” she says, almost like a confession, and you know it kind of is—it takes someone special to interest her, that’s just the person she is.

“Oh my God, I’m so happy for you.” You can’t suppress a little hop of glee. “This is like a romance novel, straight-up.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says, chuckling.

“Please, I’m already maxed out on endorphins and I haven’t even worked out yet.” You give another hop on the spot. “Come on, you can give me all the details while we’re on the bikes.”

“All right, all right, but there aren’t that many.”

“That’s what you always say every time someone asks you out, and you’re always wrong, you know.”

She’s wrong this time too, of course. Turns out Suhyeok was actually jealous—jealous!—of Yeona’s passing interest in a twenty-year-old idol’s 100kg deadlift, which was why he bombarded her with questions, and why he decided to confess. As Yeona describes her sheer bafflement at his jealousy, you laugh so much you nearly slip off the seat of your bike.

“There’s something else I’m confused about, too,” she notes. “I feel like Suhyeok thinks I spoke to Jongho about how he interrogated me, because he said Jongho told him that he hadn’t been bothered at the gym. But I didn’t, so why would Jongho tell him that?”

Uh-oh. You can’t decide whether to reveal your meddling or not. “Maybe it was an unexpected change for him,” you suggest quickly. “Going to a gym without being bothered, I mean.”

“Maybe.” She frowns, but you keep your expression innocuous, and she lets it go.

You change the subject: “By the way, do you know how old Suhyeok is? If he’s friends with Jongho…”

“I know he’s finished college and has a job, so that makes him at least…”

“Twenty-two?”

“Oh my God, that’s so young,” she moans, making you laugh. “Maybe I need to rethink my interest.”

“Come on, there’s nothing wrong with a nice noona romance.”

 “Are you kidding me, literally everything goes wrong in dramas with noona romances.”

“Well, good thing this is your real life, then!”

*

When you see Jongho at the gym next Saturday, you’re feeling generous enough to give him a friendly smile. He looks taken aback, and you realize he probably doesn’t remember who you are. Oh, well, whatever; he doesn’t need to. He’s done his part in launching Yeona and Suhyeok’s relationship.

The two of them have started working out together again, now as dates instead of training sessions, and you’re happy to give them space. Without a workout buddy, though, cardio machines are drop-dead boring alone, so you decide that now’s the time to try tackling one of your weaker areas: resistance training.

You set up in a corner amidst the weight machines, surrounded by mirrors and buff men. After going through a few quick stretches, you seat yourself at a lat pulldown machine, set a beginning weight and start your set.

…Okay, weight machines are pretty boring alone, too.

When your phone buzzes in your pocket, you gladly release the bar to check who’s texting you.

Yeona:I’m coming today!! Sorry I haven’t been around

You:please girl no worries at all, spend time with your boo!

Yeona:I know you don’t like doing cardio alone :c

You:that’s why I’m doing weights today~

Yeona:oooh look at you branching out

You:(tbh they’re kinda boring too)

Yeona:I mean you know I don’t disagree

“Excuse me.”

You look up from your phone, still grinning to yourself, to see a man standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Ah, yes?” You straighten.

“Are you done using the lat pulldown?”

You blink. “I’m not done, actually.”

“Oh. Looked like it, with you on your phone.” He juts his chin out. “You know you can text elsewhere, right?”

Seriously? He’s getting on your case for one minute of texting? There’s almost nobody else on the machines around you; it wouldn’t kill him to wait a few minutes while using something else.

You narrow your eyes at the guy. “You know what, go ahead.” You put your phone away and stand up. You’re not interested in dealing with assholes today.

The guy steps in your way, making you stop in your tracks. “Are you going to clean it before you leave?” he demands.

You nearly roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m going to clean it.” Sidestepping him and his aggressive stance, you head to the cleaning station to grab some paper towels and cleaning spray.

When you turn around, there’s Jongho watching you from a nearby machine.

Your eyes meet. He twitches, almost a flinch. Uh, okay. You turn your back on him and return to your machine.

The obnoxious guy’s nowhere to be seen now, to your surprise; you figured he would’ve stuck around to make sure you cleaned every inch to his satisfaction. You wipe down your machine, toss the paper towels and head back to the cleaning station to return the spray bottle, avoiding looking in Jongho’s direction.

Your phone goes off just then, and you pull it out again.

Yeona:I’m here! Where are you?

Instantly smiling, you look up and scan the gym floor.

There she is, looking adorably short next to Suhyeok by the front desk. She’s looking at her phone, so you text her back: Weights! Look up!

She does so, and you beam and wave. Her face lights up; after a quick few words to Suhyeok, she leaves him to hurry toward you.

You meet her halfway with a hug. “Ah, look at you, all glowing and happy. I leave you alone with a boy for a week and this is how you change?”

“I missed you too,” she laughs. “How were the weights?”

“Ugh, I barely got one set in before some guy chased me off because I spent too long texting you.”

“What?? Rude.” She shakes her head. “Well, I’m here now, so any gym dudebros have to deal with me.”

You chuckle. “It’s fine, really. I’m more disappointed by the fact that weight machines are just as boring alone as cardio machines.”

“Right, so I might have something for you that could make things a bit more exciting.” Yeona brightens her smile. “Want to hear it?”

“Are you finally going to ask me to become your client?” you joke.

“No, it’s better! I think.” She turns her head to look across the gym. “Suhyeok has it, actually.”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

Yeona turns back to you. “So, Suhyeok has this friend. The guy’s a gym nut like you, he takes his fitness seriously, aaand he’s single.”

“Lee Yeona, I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“Just meet him, all right?” Yeona appeals. “Suhyeok says he’s a good guy. And I want you to have the opportunity to meet as many good people as possible, you deserve it.”

“Aish.” When she puts it like that, you can’t say no. “Okay, where’s this gym paradigm?”

Yeona twists again to locate Suhyeok. “Oh—there he is!”

You turn to look as well, and see Suhyeok approaching, accompanied by…

The guy who complained about your texting.

Quickly you pivot to face Yeona and lower your voice. “Yah, Yeona. That’s the guy.”

“Eh? Which guy?”

“The one I just told you about, the guy who was complaining—”

But before you can finish, Suhyeok arrives with his asshole friend in tow.

“Hi, noona,” he greets you brightly. “Nice to see you again.”

“Hey, Suhyeok-ssi.” You make eye contact with his friend and see the moment he recognizes you.

“And, ah, this is my friend, Kim Iltaek. Iltaek-hyeong, this is Yeona-noona’s friend, Y/N.” He gives the guy an encouraging elbow nudge.

Not that Iltaek needs the encouragement, given that he’s currently staring wide-eyed at you in a manner that is honestly just rude. Isn’t he going to have at least a tiny bit of remorse for his rudeness earlier?

“Wait, do you two know each other already?” Yeona says with interest. “Was this meant to be?”

You break eye contact and turn to her. “Yeona, this is the guy who complained about me texting on the weight machine two minutes ago.”

Her eyes bug out. “Eh??”

“What?” Suhyeok looks back and forth. “What do you mean, noona?”

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that,” Iltaek speaks for the first time. He sounds like he can’t decide whether to be appeasing or defensive.

“Didn’t mean what?” Yeona asks, her eyebrows rising to match yours.

“What happened?” Suhyeok asks you anxiously, like he can see his stock with Yeona falling due to his poor taste in friends.

You give him a false smile. “Iltaek-ssi asked me to vacate the lat pulldown because I spent a minute texting instead of working out.”

“I didn’t ask you to vacate,” Iltaek retorts; seems like he’s chosen defending himself.

“Not exactly,” you agree. “I think you said something like, ‘You should text somewhere else’, yeah?”

“Hyeong?” Suhyeok’s frowning at him now too. “Did you actually?”

“I don’t remember exactly what I said, all right? Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“He did.”

The four of you look around. It’s Jongho, to your shock, coming over to join the conversation.

“Oh, Jongho-yah,” Suhyeok says, looking just as surprised as you are. “You’re here?”

“You have questionable friends, hyeong,” Jongho says to him bluntly.

“Excuse me?” Iltaek puffs up. “Who are you?”

Jongho ignores him entirely in favour of dipping his head in greeting toward you and Yeona. “Hello.”

“You heard him?” Yeona checks.

“Yes.” He nods.

Yeona clucks her tongue and sends Iltaek a look full of shade. “I see.”

This is getting a bit too dramatic, so you turn to her and joke, “And you thought we were ‘meant to be’. You’re really bad at reading the room, Yeona.”

“Yah, I just had high hopes, that’s all.”

You give Suhyeok a friendly smile. “Yeona’s kind of slow sometimes, so be patient with her, okay?”

“Uh, yes, of course,” he says, still looking bemused by the situation.

“Who are you calling slow?” Yeona retorts.

You widen your grin. “Should I tell Suhyeok-ssi about all the times you totally failed to notice when you were being hit on?”

“Jeez, come on,” she sighs grumpily. “Why are we talking about me now?”

You wink at Suhyeok. “The important thing when dating Yeona is not to get jealous, okay? She doesn’t mean to attract so many people, she’s just that type of person.”

“Er, yes,” he replies, wide-eyed.

“Be quiet already.” Yeona swats at you.

“Hey, you don’t want to have to break up with Suhyeok-ssi here because he decided to throw another jealous fit, right?”

“I won’t!” Suhyeok declares immediately, edging a few steps toward Yeona and effectively blocking Iltaek out of the conversation.

“Good.” You reward him with another smile, and decide to wrap things up. “Then, I’ll let you two get back to your workout, okay? See you later.” You step around Yeona and address Jongho. “Thank you for the help.”

“Oh—no problem,” he says. To your surprise, he falls into step beside you as you move away from the other three, back toward the weights area. “I… wanted to say something before, actually. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help earlier.”

“Oh, no worries at all,” you reassure him. “I was fine.”

“That’s good, then.” He nods.

The two of you reach the power rack he was stationed at. You give him a parting nod and smile, but as you turn to leave, he speaks again.

“Ah, you could probably go back to the lat pulldown,” he says, a little quickly. “I’m thinking Suhyeok-hyeong’s friend probably won’t be using it anytime soon.”

“To be honest, I find weight machines a little boring,” you confide with a chuckle. “But I’ll try giving it another chance.”

“Oh, really? That’s interesting. I actually really like weight machines.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” You glance him over. “By the way, I’m curious—is it okay for you to work out so often? I thought idols have to be careful with their bodies?”

His eyes widen and he stares. “I—yes, that’s true. Um, you know who I am?”

You stare back. “Didn’t I mention that the first time we spoke?”

“I mean, you said I was an idol, but—” He ducks his head a little. “I wasn’t sure if you knew who I was. You didn’t really act like you did, I guess.”

That makes you laugh. “Should I ask you for an autograph?” you joke.

Jongho chuckles sheepishly. “Only if you promise not to sell it.”

“I won’t ask, then.” You grin at him. “Don’t work out too much, okay? I’ll see you around, Jongho-ssi.”

“Wait!” he says loudly, then flushes at his volume. “Er, I don’t know your name. Suhyeok-hyeong told me about Yeona-seonsaengnim, but…”

Oh. “It’s Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You offer your hand.

He takes it, saying brightly, “Nice to meet you! I’m Choi Jongho.”

You laugh again and release his hand. “I know.”

“Right.” He smiles again, shyly this time, and it’s honestly kind of adorable.

“Then, I’ll be going first.” You nod and take your leave.

*

A big project at work keeps you busy for the next while, and almost two full weeks pass before you get to the gym again. You finally manage to leave work before 6 PM one Friday evening, and head straight to the gym.

You’re passing through the weights area toward your usual stationary bike when someone calls your name.

“Y/N-noonim?”

You turn to find Jongho standing at a power rack you just walked past. “Oh—hey, there!”

“Hello! It’s been a while.” He’s all smiles as he sets down the deadlift bar.

“Ah, has it?” You smile in return.

“Yes, I’m used to seeing you here every few days… I mean, not that I was looking for you specifically,” he revises. “Er, it’s just that I usually see you and Yeona-seonsaengnim together, that’s all.”

You chuckle. “Got it. You’ve been coming to this gym for a while?”

“Mm, about a month or so? Ever since Suhyeok-hyeong started taking personal training sessions here. There’s more weight equipment here than at our company gym,” he explains.

“I see.” Yikes, so idols have their own company gyms?

“Are you going to try the weight machines again?” he asks.

“Hm, I might.” You glance around and joke, “Looks like the area’s free of jerks today.”

“Yes, I haven’t seen Suhyeok’s friend come back,” Jongho says.

“Really?”

He nods earnestly. “I kept an eye out.”

“Wow, nice. It’s awkward when you don’t get along with another regular at the same gym.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

“Not a lot, but it’s happened more than I’d like,” you admit. “So now sometimes I give a fake name when someone asks, just in case.”

Jongho’s eyes go round. “A fake name?”

“Yeah, something generic, like Hana or Mina.” You grin. “Don’t idols do that, when they don’t want to be recognized? They use credit cards with fake names and so on?”

Judging by Jongho’s furrowed brows, he doesn’t have any fake-name credit cards. “Er, so is Y/N your real name?”

“Oh—yes.” You laugh. “You heard Yeona and Suhyeok use it, yeah?”

“Ah, right.” He smiles sheepishly.

“Anyway, I’ll get my cardio in first. See you around, Jongho-ssi.”

“See you, noonim.”

The first day back at the gym after a while away always feels great, and you manage to do thirty minutes straight of biking. Satisfied, you decide to take a break and head for the water fountain to refill your bottle.

“Y/N-noona!”

You turn to see Suhyeok approaching with a wave. “Oh, hey, Suhyeok-ssi.” You glance around automatically for Yeona. “Yeona’s not working today, is she?”

“I can visit the gym without my girlfriend, can’t I?” He grins.

You smile in return. “Did you ask whether you could start calling her your girlfriend?”

“I’ll ask her next time I see her,” he promises. “Um, actually, I wanted to apologize to you.”

“To me? Why?”

“Well, last time with Iltaek-hyeong—I’m sorry for trying to introduce you two after he was rude to you,” he says in a rush.

“Oh.” You’re pleasantly surprised by his apology. “Nah, it’s okay. You didn’t tell him to be rude to me, did you?”

“Of course not!”

“Then you didn’t do anything wrong.” You shrug. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Can I make it up to you?” Suhyeok falls into step beside you as you head back toward the cardio machines. “Yeona-noona told me a bit about your preferences, and I think I know someone who might be a good fit.”

You give him a skeptical look.

“I know my judgement was off about Iltaek,” he hurries to acknowledge. “That’s why I want to make it up to you.”

“You really have that many friends looking for someone to date?”

“This guy’s different, honest. I only thought of him after Yeona-noona mentioned your tastes.”

“How old is he, sixteen?”

“He’s twenty-six, actually,” Suhyeok says brightly, undaunted by your sarcasm.

“Oh. I guess that’s a little better.”

“Right?” He grins. “So, do you want to try meeting him, or…?”

“Hey, Suhyeok-hyeong!”

Both of you turn: it’s Jongho, his gaze flicking between the two of you as he comes over to join you.

“Oh, Jongho-yah, you’re here too?” Suhyeok greets him.

“Who are you introducing to Y/N-noonim?” Jongho says without any preamble.

“Hm? Ah, it’s one of my friends from work.”

“After last time, maybe you should lay off the matchmaking.” Jongho’s frowning.

“No, see, that’s why I want to make it up to nina. This guy’s much better,” Suhyeok assures as he turns back to you. “What do you think? Do you want more details, or—”

“Noonim, I don’t think you should meet a stranger,” Jongho interrupts, looking to you as well.

You almost take a step back from the sheer intensity of his gaze. “Uh—”

“Hey, he’s not a stranger,” Suhyeok says, brows rising. “He’s my colleague. I’ve known him for over a year.”

“How long have you known that Iltaek guy?” Jongho retorts.

“Iltaek? A few months or so, we met at this gym.”

“Only a few months, and you decided that you should introduce him to noonim? Doesn’t that prove your poor judgement?”

Suhyeok gives an exasperated laugh. “Yah, what is up with you?”

“Nothing.” Jongho draws up his chin. “I think you should stop matchmaking, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m just offering the option to noona.”

Both of them turn to look at you again.

“Ummm,” you say, eloquently. “I’ll… think about it.”

Suhyeok’s face lights up, while Jongho scowls.

“Great! Do you want to give me your phone number? I can send you his info.”

“Why don’t you just tell Yeona-seonsaengnim to tell Y/N-noonim?” Jongho quickly intervenes.

Suhyeok cocks his head, then turns to him. “Yah, Jongho.”

“What?” says Jongho, sounding a little too defensive.

For a moment, Suhyeok just stares at him, eyes slowly narrowing like he’s figuring something out.

You’re not sure why, but you’re holding your breath.

“…Never mind.” Suhyeok shakes his head with a bemused smile before turning back to you. “It’s up to you, noona. I can give you my number instead, if you want? And you can text me if you decide you want more details.”

“All right, I guess.” You pull out your phone.

Suhyeok puts in his number and hands it back. “Text me anytime, okay? I’ll wait to hear from you.” He glances between you and Jongho one more time. “Well, I’ll get going first. See you later, noona, Jongho-yah.”

That leaves you and Jongho standing next to your bike.

“Noonim.”

“Yes?”

He meets your gaze, fidgeting slightly. “My number—can I give it to you, too?”

Your mouth almost drops open. “Are you allowed to? As an idol?”

“I can give my contact information to friends,” he says, back to sounding defensive.

“Uh…” You tilt your head. “I think we’re more like acquaintances, no? Gym acquaintances?”

Jongho pouts, just a little. “But… I know your real name, and you use banmal with me. Aren’t we gym friends?”

“Should I use jondaemal with you then?” you joke. When he pouts even more, you cave; it’s just too cute. “All right, all right. Here.”

His small pout transforms into a small smile in the blink of an eye as he takes your phone and inputs his number. “Please text me so I have your number, too, noonim.”

“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” you double-check.

“I won’t!” he declares. “I’m allowed to have friends, you know.”

“How about you save my name as ‘Y/N-ajumma’, so nobody will think I’m your secret girlfriend,” you suggest, half-kidding.

Aaand his pout is back. “No,” he says firmly. “No, noonim.”

“Okay, ‘Y/N-halmeoni’ it is.”

“Noonim!!”

*

A few days later, you arrive at the café next to your gym on Monday after work for your first meeting with Suhyeok’s friend, Dongun. You picked the café because the barista knows you, which will hopefully provide extra security, and if the ‘date’ is a failure, then you can head straight to the gym and burn off your disappointment (and maybe scold Suhyeok if he’s there).

“Hello. Are you Y/N-ssi?”

You look up to see a man matching Suhyeok’s description. “Oh, yes. Hi. Dongun-ssi?”

The man smiles and offers his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.” You gesture to the chair across from you. “Please, sit.”

“Thanks. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

Just as you open your mouth to reply, someone calls your name.

“Y/N-noonim?”

Both of you turn.

“Oh, Jongho!” You’re startled; you’ve never seen Jongho in this café before. “Er, hi.”

“Hello.” His gaze moves from you to Dongun. “Is this…?”

“Uh, this is Dongun. Suhyeok’s friend,” you explain, and watch as his brows go down like storm clouds.

“Nice to meet you,” Dongun says cordially, holding out his hand. “You’re a friend of Y/N’s?”

To your amazement, Jongho completely ignores him. He pulls over another chair, plants it at your table and addresses you. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you at the gym, noona,” he says, sitting down with smoothie in hand like he’s been invited.

You stare at him making himself comfortable. “Jongho.”

He looks back at you, his expression so mild and innocent you almost believe he doesn’t realize he’s intruding.

“Excuse me.” Dongun speaks up.

Jongho shifts his head one inch to look at him sideways. “…Yes?”

“Well, Y/N-ssi and I… this is a date.”

In exaggerated slow-motion, Jongho widens his eyes and brings his hand to his mouth. “Ohhh. Is it?” He turns his head to look back at you. “Sorry, noona. I’ll wait for you at that table when you’re done.”

You frown after him as he carries his chair back to its original table and then sits there, facing your table. He makes eye contact, then raises his smoothie to his straw and takes a sip, unblinking.

“Uh,is he your friend?” Dongun asks you in an undertone.

“Yeah, he’s… a regular at the gym I go to,” you reply quietly. “Um, it’s right next door, and we’re usually both there around this time, so I guess he’s just going to wait to go together.”

“I see.”

“Sorry for the—” What? What is this? “—incovenience.”

“That’s okay.” Dongun shakes his head, pulls out a smile again and returns his voice to normal volume. “So, you like fitness, right?”

“Ah, yes, that’s right…”

You try to immerse yourself in the conversation, but it’s surprisingly hard with Jongho sitting a few metres away, sipping his smoothie with his lips pursed judgementally. Is he your date referee or what?

Dongun senses your distraction. “Should we reschedule another meeting? Maybe at another location?”

“Yeah, that’d probably be for the best,” you admit.

“Does this weekend work? I know a few nice coffee places around town—I can text you and you can pick one.”

“Sure, works for me.”

“Okay, I’ll text you then.” Dongun smiles.

“Thanks. And sorry about this,” you apologize, rising from your seat.

He shakes his head and stands up as well. “No need to apologize.” He offers his hand; when you take it, he clasps your hand in both of yours. “Looking forward to our next date, Y/N-ssi.”

“Me too.” You think you might be flushing, but you’re not sure.

“Then, I’ll see you later.” Dongun glances one more time toward Jongho, then nods to you and departs.

You keep a smile on your face until he’s out of the café. Then you drop it, turn and beeline toward Jongho.

“Hi, noona,” he says casually, like he hasn’t just crashed your date. Also, since when have you graduated from noonimtonoona?

“Jongho-ssi,” you say through gritted teeth. “Why are you still here?”

He cocks his head and forms an innocent moue. “So we can go to the gym together.”

“I was on a date, you know.”

“But you were going to the gym afterward, right? Isn’t that why you chose this café? So, now the date’s over and we can go to the gym.”

…He’s not wrong. “Since when do you come to this café, anyway?”

He draws back, offended. “I’ve been coming here since I started going to the gym. Just because you’ve never seen me doesn’t mean I wasn’t here.”

Okay, not the point. “Never mind.” You turn, grab your bag and head for the door.

Jongho follows on your heels. “Noona. You don’t like coffee, do you?”

“Eh? What?” You glance back at him.

“Suhyeok’s friend. He suggested coffee places, but you don’t even like coffee.”

You stop walking. “Yah, were you listening to us?”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Jongho defends. “That guy just spoke really loudly.”

You sigh, turn and keep walking. “Whatever.”

“I’ve always seen you with smoothies from this café, never coffee.”

“I don’t usually drink coffee, but that doesn’t mean I hate it.”

Jongho sniffs. “If you ask someone out on a date, you should figure out their preferences first.”

“Eh? No, the point of dating is to figure out each other’s preferences.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“Well, why are you attacking him?” you retort.

For a moment both of you just stand there, looking at each other.

“Excuse me,” says someone from behind you.

You look around and realize you’re blocking the entrance to the gym. “Oh, sorry.” You quickly step aside and give a quick bow as they sidle past you.

Jongho clears his throat and hoists a small smile on his face. “Let’s work out,” he suggests, tone lighter.

“Right.” You nod and lead the way inside.

“Want to try the weight machines today? I can give you some basic pointers, if you want.”

“Mm, we’ll see if I still have energy after my cardio.”

“How about trying the weights first? I read it’s better to do cardio after resistance training.”

“Really? I read the opposite,” you joke, and chuckle as he frowns at you. “All right, all right, I’ll take you up on your kind offer.”

“Great.” Out comes his genuine smile, still small but all natural.

It’s kind of funny in a cute way, taking instruction from a twenty-year-old idol on how to deadlift and bench press, but Jongho definitely seems to know what he’s doing. After fifteen minutes, you’re feeling more comfortable in the power rack than you’ve ever been.

“Yes, that’s it,” he says, watching as you set the bar down one last time. “Just remember your form, and you’re good.”

You sigh and shake out your arms. “I still like cardio better. You don’t have to watch your butt in the mirror the whole time.”

“You’ll get used to it,” he assures you.

“If you say so, Mr. Idol.” You stretch and then reach down to touch your toes. “Okay, that’s enough weights for me today.”

“Do you want to keep learning together? We can do short lessons like today,” Jongho suggests.

You stand up and regard him with some surprise. “Aren’t you busy?”

He ducks his head. “Ah, yes, well, it probably can’t be regular lessons, not like with a real trainer. But—if you want, I can text you when I’ll be at the gym, and if you can make it, you can let me know.”

You tilt your head. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be imposing,” he says hurriedly. “I’ll be coming here for my own workouts, anyway.”

“Mm, okay,” you decide, “if you’re sure.”

Jongho smiles. “But, you know, noona, for me to text you, you have to text me first.”

“Oh. Right.” You haven’t touched Jongho’s number in your contacts, beyond saving it as 최종호.

His smile fades. “Can I ask… why didn’t you?”

“Huh? Well, no particular reason,” you say. “I didn’t have anything to message you about, and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“You gave your number to Suhyeok’s friend already.”

“Uh, yeah. So?”

Jongho blinks at you reproachfully. “Didn’t you only just meet him?”

“Sure, but he’s not an idol like you, right? His manager doesn’t care who’s texting him.”

“So it’s all because I’m an idol?”

“It’s because you’re an idol that I’m trying not to get you in trouble, yes.” You have to chuckle at the way his lips are starting to stick out. “Now why are you pouting?”

“I’m not pouting,” he immediately denies. “But you don’t have to worry about that, noona. I swear you won’t get in trouble.”

“I’m talking about you getting in trouble, Jongho.”

“Neither of us will get in trouble!” he declares. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“Eh? How are you going to prove it to me?”

“Just wait and see.” He tips his chin up defiantly.

“All right, but you better save me as Y/N-ajumma in your phone for the time being.”

“You’re not an ajumma.”

“Oh yeah? You know how old I am, Jongho-ssi?”

“…How old are you, noona?”

“Thirty.”

“Oh.” He blinks. “That’s not so old.”

“But still old compared to you, kid.” You reach out to ruffle his hair.

He ducks away, scowling, and nearly runs right into Yeona. “Oh—sorry, Yeona-seonsaengnim!”

“That’s okay,” she says cheerfully, “it’s my bad for creeping up behind you, and Y/N’s bad for trying to pat your head.”

“Excuse me?” You mock-scowl and step out of the power rack to give her a greeting hug.

She returns it with a big grin. “You know younger guys hate having their heads patted. Suhyeok makes such a fuss about it.”

“That’s because he’s your boyfriend and he wants you to see him as a man,” you point out.

“I’m sure Jongho-ssi wants to be seen as a man, too, right?” Yeona flips him a quick wink.

“Ummmm…” Jongho flushes.

You tsk. “You know your wink is too powerful, Yeona-yah. Give poor Jongho a break and save it for Suhyeok.”

Yeona chuckles. “Anyway, I’m here to tell you guys to free up the power rack, if you’re done using it. I think you’ve been standing here talking for ten minutes, and we don’t want a repeat of the Iltaek incident.”

“Oh.” Jongho looks around and proceeds to shepherd you away from the power rack.

“Yah, the only way we’ll have a repeat of the Iltaek incident is if Suhyeok whips out another one of his friends,” you point out as you let yourself be herded by Jongho. “Speaking of, Suhyeok said you told him about my ‘preferences’. Could you maybe not encourage your boyfriend to set me up with his friends?”

“Did he say that?” Yeona gives a delighted laugh. “Aw, cute. I told him you were picky, and he said he knew of someone who was picky, too. Guess he was sugarcoating it for you.”

“He didn’t look that picky,” Jongho says, almost to himself.

“What?” Yeona looks at him keenly. “Wait, have you two met already? Jongho-ssi, you were there??”

“I met him right before coming here, at the café next door,” you explain hastily. “Jongho happened to be there, too.”

“Ooh, I see. Did he ask for a second date?”

“Yes,” Jongho answers for you.

Yeona claps her hands together. “Nice! Your 100% second-date request rate remains untouched.”

Jongho looks from you to Yeona and back. “One-hundred-percent second-date request rate?”

Yeona’s more than happy to explain. “Back when we were both trying out online dating, Y/N had a 100% second-date request rate—every single guy she went out with asked for a second date.”

“Yah, that’s because men are desperate in online dating. You had a 100% second-date request rate, too, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“All I’m saying is, Suhyeok’s friend continues the pattern.”

“If you keep bringing up our online dating days, I’ll tell Suhyeok about your old dating profile,” you threaten. “You know he’d lose his mind.”

“All right, fine,” Yeona concedes with a laugh. “You’re going on that second date with the guy, right?”

“I mean, our first meeting was kind of cut short, so, yeah.” You shoot Jongho a side-glance.

“Cut short?” Yeona looks between the two of you. “Details, please.”

“Since Jongho was there, it was a little awkward.” You toss him another look.

“I was just waiting for you so we could go to the gym together.” Jongho doesn’t look repentant at all.

“Usually, people don’t wait for other people’s dates to finish, Jongho-ssi.”

He just tips his chin in the air again, the picture of defiance.

“Hang on, hang on,” Yeona says. “Jongho cockblockedyou?”

Jongho’s eyes bug out.

“Please, there wasn’t going to be any cock,” you say, exasperated. “It was a first date, Yeona-yah.”

“Right, I mean cockblocking in the figurative sense.”

You glance at Jongho, then frown as you see his flabbergasted expression. “Uh, Jongho-ssi?”

“Oh,” Yeona realizes belatedly, “we should probably stop saying ‘cock’.”

“Oh.” You watch Jongho flush. “Sorry, kid.”

“…Not a kid,” he mumbles, but he definitely doesn’t sound confident about it.

“Anyway…! Y/N-ah, you better keep me updated on your progress, okay?” Yeona says overly brightly. “Oh, look at the time, I gotta go to my next client. See you next time, Jongho-ssi! Text me, Y/N-ah!”

Then she hightails it out of there, leaving you and Jongho next to the power rack.

You sigh and shake your head. “She brings up cocks and then just runs away.”

“Um,” says Jongho.

You look at him: his face is still awash with pink, he’s sucking his lips in nervously and he’s looking anywhere else but at you. It’s such a weirdly cute look that you burst into laughter.

“Was it that embarrassing to hear a pair of ajumma talking about penises?” you chortle.

“Stop it,” he mutters, putting his hands to his face.

“All right.” You pat him on the back. “I’ll go off to do my cardio and leave you alone now. Take a cold shower when you’re done your workout.”

Jongho finally looks round as you wave and head off. “Text me, noona,” he calls after you.

This boy’s priorities, honestly.

***

part 2 →

There are three types of K-pop music show performances: lip-syncing to the studio version, lip-syncing to a pre-recording and singing live. Here are a few tips on how to differentiate them, along with example clips from Astro, Ateez, f(x), GFriend, Monsta X and Vixx.

Note that this doesn’t apply to music programs like Immortal Song or Yu Huiyeol’s Sketchbook, where the emphasis is on singing over performance.

1. Does it sound like the studio version?

Compare the performance’s audio with the group’s studio version audio. Listen for differences in ad libs, decorative vocal techniques like slides or vibrato, out-of-place breaths, melodic nuances and high notes. (Sanha of Astro has several out-of-place breaths not present in the studio version in this performance of “When the Wind Blows”.)

If the performance audio doesn’t sound like the studio version, then it can be either a pre-recording or a live performance.

2. Is there audible breath or exertion while singing?

Watch each member as they sing and listen for extra breath or audible exertion in the voice when the choreography requires a move with extra power or energy. Also look for physical signs of exertion during difficult vocal parts such as a lowered chin, a facial grimace, closed eyes, holding the mic closer or further to their mouth and compare that with the sound of their singing. (Luna of f(x) has clearly audible breaths as she sings in this performance of “Diamond”.)

Note that pre-recordings can capture breaths and exertion in the singing to make it sound more “live”. If the members show no signs of exertion while performing and are able to smile/do aegyo, perform strenuous choreography or hold eye contact with the camera, it’s likely a pre-recording. If there’s audible breath or exertion accompanied by visible physical signs and less focus on interacting with the camera or viewer, it’s likely a live performance.

3. Does the member singing perform the choreography fully?

Watch each member when it’s their turn to sing and check whether they perform the choreography fully. When singing difficult vocal parts live, idols will often forgo the choreography in favour of a “lighter” version, an easier gesture or a different movement to allow them to sing properly from their chest. For example, instead of doing a full-body movement, the idol might perform the hand gestures only; if there’s floorwork, it might be substituted for easier choreography. (Yuju of GFriend forgoes a two-foot hop for simply shifting her legs in this performance of “Fingertip”.)

If the lack of choreography is accompanied by physical signs of exertion, this is likely a live performance.

4. Can you hear the vocals in the MR behind the performance vocals?

Groups rarely use MRs with no vocals in music show performances; you’re usually able to hear a studio or pre-recorded version of the vocals in the backing MR. This allows the members to take a break from singing when winded and reduces the need to project, which is difficult when dancing. (Kihyun and Jooheon of Monsta X sing on top of a MR with backing vocals in this performance of “Find You”.)

During live performances, the vocals can sound like they’re “doubled”, meaning two voices are singing at the same time. Some idols will purposefully stop singing at some parts to let you hear the MR, and in doing so “prove” that they’re singing live. If you can only hear one vocal track, and it doesn’t match any of the other criteria here, this usually means it’s a pre-recording or studio version.

5. Is the singing off-beat or off-time?

Listen carefully for slight slips in timing. While idol groups obviously don’t want to have big timing mistakes, it’s easy when singing live to come in half a beat too early or half a beat late. Timing slip-ups are very strong indicators that the performance is live. (N of VIXX is half a beat late in this performance of “Chained Up”.)

Lip-syncing groups will never be off-beat or off-time because the whole point of producing a pre-recording or studio track is that it’s “perfect”.

6. Are the rappers rapping at a higher pitch than the original?

Rapping (and singing) at a low pitch is difficult when dancing, because the exertion and energy of dancing takes away the air and strength your chest needs to keep your pitch low and steady. Rappers who perform live will often rap at a higher pitch (while the MR plays at the original pitch) because it’s closer to shouting, which is easier to do when exerting a lot of effort through physical movement. (Hongjoong of ATEEZ raps at a higher pitch while the lower-pitched MR backs him up in this performance of “Dancing Like Butterfly Wings”.)

On the other hand, if the original pitch was very high, rappers (and singers) may rap or sing at an octave lower, assuming the choreography allows them to control their tone at that pitch.

*

Endnotes: I wanted to use a Mamamoo performance as an example clip, but I couldn’t because they were all so obviously singing live that there was never any detective work needed. T_T

part of your world: Dino

Summary: After two years as Seventeen’s assistant manager, it’s time for you to move on. Parting, however, is difficult for you and Dino.

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: angst, slight crack, and then more angst… :C

Author’s note: I had planned to give this a fluffy ending but in the end poured too many of my real feelings about the K-pop industry in. All of my second-person protagonists are me, but perhaps this protag is especially me. I may try and write a happy-ending epilogue in the future!

*

On an early Saturday morning, you send the news that you’re leaving your position as Seventeen’s assistant manager to the group chat.

You:Hello everyone. I’ve made the decision to move on to the next step in my career. Today will be my last day with Seventeen. Thank you for the honour of being your assistant manager for these past two years.

It’s a day off for the members and you know they only got home at around 1 AM last night, so you’re surprised when you get a text only five minutes later.

Dino:Nuna, are you at the company right now?

You:Yes

You put your phone away and continue on your way to the staff room. The room is empty and quiet, save for humming computers and the sound of rain hitting the window.

Not two minutes later, though, the quiet is broken when the door bursts open with a bang. In charges Dino, slightly out of breath.

“Nuna!”

“Whoa! Oh, Chan-ah,” you greet him, bemused. “Why are you here so early?”

“I was already on my way here.” He tosses his bag down carelessly and hurries through the tables and computers toward you. “I saw your message — are you really leaving? You can’t, nuna.”

You have to smile a little at his firm tone. “I can’t?”

“You’re doing a really good job! All of our managers like you.” He skids to a stop in front of you, eyes wide. “They think you’re one of the best assistant managers we’ve ever had. And we’ve had a lot!”

“I know, Chan-ah,” you assure him. “Thank you for saying that. My decision isn’t about you guys at all, I promise.”

“Then why?” His eyes grow wider. “No way… nuna. Are you — are you getting married? Are you pregnant??”

“Pregnant?” You laugh. “Yah, is this the 1950s? Do I have to leave my job just because I’m pregnant?”

“No, but — are you?”

Still chuckling, you reach up to ruffle his hair. “What do you think?”

Dino removes your hand from his head and holds on. “Nuna, tell me.”

“No, Chan-ah, I’m not pregnant.” You look up at him curiously. “Why are you so anxious?”

“I’m… not anxious.” He pulls back, swallowing, and drops your hand. “I’m just surprised. I mean, this is really out of nowhere, you know?”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you acknowledge. “But this was a personal decision I had to make. I promise it’s not because of you, or anyone else at the company.”

Dino looks away, then back at you, a crease between his brows. “You couldn’t have told us sooner?”

The thread of hurt in his tone makes you reach out on instinct and clasp his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I really am. The managers said this would be easiest for everyone. You know what I mean, right? It’s easier to make a clean break of it.”

“… ‘s not easier.”

“What’s that?” You lean in.

“It’s not easier.” Dino lifts his head, and the abrupt eye contact almost feels physical.

You step back. “What?”

“You’re leaving tomorrow!” he bursts out. “After all this time together, you’re just walking out of our lives? How is that easier?”

“I know, but the managers said this would be the best for everyone —”

“They don’t understand! None of our other staff understand me like you do, nobody got along with me like you do. You’ve helped me so much, all this time — more than anybody else in my life.”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“If you leave, things really won’t be the same,” he finishes, more softly.

His stare is so intent that you have to look away before you find your words.

“Chan-ah.” You clear your throat. “Thank you for saying that. I’m glad I could support you and help you, as your assistant manager.”

Dino frowns. “You’re not just our assistant manager. You’re not just staff to me, nuna.”

Oh dear. “I amstaff, though. I was your assistant manager, that was my job.”

“I’m saying it’s not about the job! Our relationship isn’t about our roles,” he says with a huff.

“Itis,” you say, trying to strike a balance between kind and firm. “It is, because everything I did for you, I did as your assistant manager.”

He narrows his eyes. “So I’m the only one who felt it? It was just a one-sided relationship?”

You decide to just say it. He’s not going to let this go otherwise.

“Yes. It was a one-sided relationship, because it was supposed to be, Chan-ah.”

“What?” He draws back in affront. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“My job revolves around you,” you say gently. “We talk about you, all day, every single day. Your dancing, your singing, your worries, your concerns, your feelings. I know your hobbies, what you do on your off days, where your family lives… I know much, much more about you than you know about me.”

Dino blinks. He opens his mouth to reply. No words come out.

“And that’s okay,” you emphasize, “that’s how it’s supposed to be, because you’re an idol. That’s your identity. As staff, our job is to understand you and support you, and I’m glad I could do so successfully. But because of our roles, this relationship is, was and always will be one-sided.”

You pause, to see if he’ll interject. Instead he looks away, pressing his lips tight.

“We can’t say it’s not about the job,” you say, softer, “when your job is your life.”

He rocks his weight back on his heels, face still averted. His hands are clenched at his sides.

“Chan-ah?”

“…All right.” He looks up. “All right.”

He doesn’t exactly sound all right. You try to read his face, but he schools his expression with that incredible control of his, and you’re left staring at his blank poker face.

“All right,” Dino repeats one more time, quietly, then turns on his heel, picks up his bag and walks out.

Watching him go, it feels like he’s leaving you.

But you know that’s not true. You’re the one leaving.

*

“So did I hear right?” you ask Dino after a long day of filming at Mnet. “Seungkwan and Hoshi are your favourite hyeong?”

“Oh, you heard that?” He laughs, a cute giggle, and covers his mouth a little sheepishly.

“And here I thought Vernon was your favourite.”

“Don’t tell him.”

You smile. “You know Vernon’s not the type to mind.”

“That’s true.” He gives you a side-glance. “Who’s your favourite?”

“My favourite hyeong??”

“No, I mean, out of the members… who’s your favourite member?”

“Oh.” Your turn to laugh. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Why not? I won’t tell the manager-hyeong.”

“Try asking them that question.”

He huffs. “I know they’re going to say they can’t pick, because they’re not supposed to show favouritism.”

“Are you saying I do show favouritism?”

“No! No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then why would I answer?”

“Just between us,” he tries to coax. “C’mon, nuna.”

You turn to him. He mirrors you, leaning in, face alight with anticipation.

Rising on your tiptoes, you flick him on the forehead.

“Ow!” He raises a hand to his face, pouting.

“Let’s go, the others are waiting.” Grinning, you start walking again.

“So do you have a favourite or not? Nuna? Nuna!”

*

The other members say their farewells in the chat group; you walk out of the company building for the last time that Saturday.

On Sunday, you and your roommate of three years say goodbye to your miniscule Hongdae apartment and make the move north of the river. Moving is, as always, a tremendously hasslesome process. By the end of the day, you lay your exhausted body down on your mattress, surrounded by half-opened cardboard boxes, and pull out your phone.

Your eyes pop out of your head when you see Dino’s name on the screen.

Dino:Can we talk?

Yikes. Should you be communicating with him now that you’re no longer an employee? The non-disclosure agreement in your contract didn’t give specifics on this, but you’re not interested in running afoul of the company’s lawyers. Then again, the members can contact whoever they want; they have those privileges now.

In the end, you give a non-answer.

You:I’m sorry, I’m currently moving and things are a little busy.

Dino:Moving?

His one-word reply confuses you. Is he asking for clarification? Expecting more details? You don’t know, so you don’t send a reply.

A little cowardly, sure. But leaving your job as Seventeen’s assistant manager has used up enough of your courage.

*

You pick your way precariously through the crowded KBS waiting room, distributing lunch box sets among the members. It takes five minutes to reach Dino and Mingyu, who are squished between the far couch and the window, and hand them the last two boxes.

“Thank you, nuna.” Dino hands his phone to you in exchange for the food, and you glance at the screen.

“Oh, Duolingo again?” You squint at the Japanese characters. “Something about cats, right?”

“Nuna, you know Japanese?” Mingyu glances up at you.

“Nah, I just recognize some of the kanji,” you explain. “Speaking of, Chan-ah, I talked to the translations team and found someone with Japanese teaching experience. Do you want me to set up some private lessons after this comeback is over?”

“Really? Yeah, that sounds great,” Dino says enthusiastically. “Thank you.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to ask, nuna.” Mingyu puts down his chopsticks. “Myeongho and I were thinking about doing lives in both Chinese and Korean, you know how some other groups do these days? But we need a live interpreter.”

“Didn’t you already ask Taehui-hyeong for help with that?” Dino says with a frown.

“Yeah, but you know how he is,” Mingyu replies, “he hasn’t gotten around to it yet. So I just wanted to ask you, nuna.”

Dino clicks his tongue. “You realize you’re just making more work for her like this, right?”

“Eh? No I’m not, nuna and hyeong can work together to find someone.”

“Yeah, but how much time is it going to take to find someone for this random request you thought up at 3 in the morning? She has other things to do.”

“It was 4 in the morning, for your information. And Taehui-hyeong thought it was a great idea.”

“Then just ask him and leave nuna out of this.”

“Yah, is nuna your personal manager? I can ask her for help, too.”

“Okay, ceasefire, please,” you interrupt. “Mingyu, less talking and more eating, the beauty shop folks are arriving any minute and you’re first up. I’ll check with Taehui about the interpreter.”

“Thanks!” Mingyu shoots you a grin and a smirk at Dino, who scowls back.

“Chan-ah, try and get some sleep after you finish eating, okay?” You hand back his phone. “Also, sorry, I broke your Duolingo streak.”

“Oh?” He takes the phone and checks the screen.

“I took a guess, but looks like ‘We broke up because my cat was too cute’ was wrong.”

He stares at the mistranslated sentence for a few more moments, then cracks a smile. “I think you need to take Japanese lessons with me, nuna.”

“I mean, there’s the ‘cat’ character and the ‘break up’ characters, right there. It was an educated guess.”

“And all the other hiragana in the middle?”

“Yeah, I just ignored those.”

“…That’s not how language works.”

“Good thing you’re the global idol, not me.”

*

On Monday, you get another text.

Dino:Nuna, do you have some time today?

You do, in fact, have some time; you have an entire week off before you start your new job. Does that mean you should be talking to Dino, though?

As you’re staring at his message, conflicted, a call comes through.

You startle and nearly drop your phone. Managing to catch it, you quickly swipe to pick up. “Hello?”

There’s a pause. Then: “Nuna, it’s me.”

“…Dino?”

“Yes, it’s Chan.”

“Ah. Hi.” You swallow.

“Um, I called because… I wanted to apologize about how our last conversation ended.”

“Oh. That’s okay. I know it came as a shock to you.”

“Yes. But I thought it over, and I wanted to talk to you some more. Do you have time to meet up today?”

“Errr, can you tell me now, over the phone?”

“If you’re not free during the day, I have time this evening,” he says quickly. “I can meet you wherever, nuna.”

“Can you…?” You’re doubtful. It’s not an easy thing for an idol to move around Seoul discreetly. And now that you’re not a staff member, you really have no reason to be seen in public with him.

“Yes. You said you moved, right? Just tell me where’s convenient for you, nuna, I’ll be there.”

“Dino, I think it’s better if we talk over the phone —”

“Please, I want to talk to you in person, nuna. Please.”

The urgency in his voice makes you waver. Slowly, you say, “The thing is, Dino, I don’t think we can meet anymore.”

A pause on the line.

“No way… nuna, don’t tell me — did you move abroad??”

“What???” How did he jump to that conclusion? “No. No, I moved across the river.”

“Across the river? Then why did you say we can’t meet? If you’re still in Seoul, I can definitely go meet you!”

“No, what I meant was — look, I’m not a member of your staff anymore, right? It’s not that easy for us to meet up.”

“I’m serious. Just give me an address and a time today and I promise I’ll be there.”

“Can you at least tell me what this is about?”

“I want to tell you in-person,” he repeats stubbornly.

“…Fine.” You let out a breath. “Before that, though, you need to tell the managers why you’re coming to see me, get their okay and make sure someone can drive you. Got it?”

Dino doesn’t answer right away.

“Or,” you say, “you can just tell me right now.”

“Fine. I’ll tell them,” he says, sounding reluctant. “Send me the place and time, okay?”

“All right.”

“I’ll see you soon, nuna.”

You end the call and immediately think, Where the hell can we meet?

It’s amazing how you spent so much time with the members and yet only travelled to a few fixed places together: the company, the dorms, the broadcasting stations, and other media companies. Now that you’ve left your position, there are no intersections where you and the Seventeen members can meet in public.

In the end, you send Dino a text with the only viable, private place you can think of: your apartment. Then you send a quick heads-up to your roommate.

You:Jeonghyeon-ah, sorry for the late notice, one of the members of Seventeen will be coming over at 5:30

Jeonghyeon:Coming over?? Why? You’re not in trouble, are you?

You:I don’t think so…? >_<I’m going to try and send him home by 6 if you want to avoid it

Jeonghyeon:Yeah I’ll take you up on that, thanks

You:Don’t work too hard!

You spend the rest of the day mindlessly unpacking while your thoughts whir around, trying to think of what Dino might have to tell you. By the time five rolls around, you’re sore but satisfied with your unpacking progress and feeling ready to hear Dino out.

Fifteen minutes later, you get a message.

Dino:I’m so sorry nuna, I can’t make it today. I wanted to let you know earlier but I didn’t have time

For a minute you just stare at your phone. For some reason, it feels like a letdown.

Pushing back your disappointment, you keep your reply short and sweet.

You:That’s okay.

You get an immediate read receipt, so you wait to see if he’ll respond.

He doesn’t.

After a minute of waiting, you shake your head and put away your phone. Whatever Dino wanted to talk about, it must not have been as urgent as he made it sound. Oh, well.

*

“Here, Seungkwan-ah.” You sit down in the driver’s seat of the car and reach back to hand Seungkwan his precious iced Americano.

“Thank you~” He leans forward, smushing Dino into Vernon, and accepts it gratefully.

“Use the straw, okay?” You start the car and peel out of the parking lot; you’re late for the trio’s radio schedule.

“Yeah, no costume changes today, hyeong,” Dino jabs.

“Uh, excuse me, I spilled onecoffee out of the fifty thousand drinks I’ve had in my life, one single time. Are you really going to keep bringing it up?”

“Fifty thousand drinks,” Vernon says in a musing tone. “If there are 365 days in a year…”

“Twenty-two times 365 is… 8,030. You’ve lived for 8,030 days, hyeong.” Dino holds up his phone, showing the calculator. “And 50,000 divided by 8,030 is… 6.2. Have you had 6.2 coffees every single day of your life?”

Seungkwan lets out a growl. “You know what I meant!”

You tune out their bickering and focus on getting through the Gangnam traffic as swiftly as safely possible. It’ll be a miracle if you’re not late, but hey, miracles do sometimes happen, right? Right?

After a few minutes, Seungkwan calls your name. “Hey, nuna?”

“Hm?”

“I think the barista left you their KakaoTalk ID.”

“Eh?” You put your foot down on the accelerator and manage to clear a yellow light safely. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a Kakao ID written here on the cup, plus a name.”

“Really?”

“Let me see that.” Dino grabs for the cup.

Vernon leans in as well. “‘Hajun’. I guess that’s his name.”

“Weird.” The next light you don’t make; you sit back and force yourself to relax your grip on the steering wheel.

“No, wait — what the hell? There’s a heart and a winky-face here too,” Dino says, tone rising in disbelief. “Yah, nuna, this guy’s trying to pick you up.”

“What?” You glance back with raised eyebrows.

He thrusts the cup out into your face. “Look! ‘Hajun’, heart, winky-face, Kakao ID. He was trying to pick you up!”

You turn back around in time for the green light. “Huh. Look him up on KakaoTalk for me.”

“Wait, what?” says Dino. “That’s a bad idea, you shouldn’t —”

“Found him,” Seungkwan announces. “Yi Hajun.”

“Yah, don’t!” Dino says loudly. “Why would you even bother, he’s obviously not a good person!”

“You didn’t even meet him,” says Vernon.

“Yeah, but what kind of weirdo goes around handing out his contact information on coffee cups?? Do you think nuna should meet that kind of person?”

“Relax, Chan-ah, I’m not going to marry the guy.” You turn onto the final street and glance at the clock. You just might make it.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t look that good in bed, either!”

Seungkwan sighs. “I did not need that visual.”

WTF? You ignore Dino’s non-sequitur as you park the van and turn off the engine. “Okay, let’s go, we have two minutes to spare.”

Seungkwan and Vernon hop out, but Dino remains in the backseat. “Nuna, promise you won’t contact that guy.”

“Come on,” you urge, checking the clock again, “we’re going to be late.”

“Promise first!” He doesn’t budge.

“All right, I promise!” Why this is relevant to him, you’re not sure, but anything to get your idols to their schedules on time. “Now move, please.”

Finally Dino gets out of the van, and you lock up and jog in after them with an internal sigh of relief. What a job.

*

You finish unpacking everything by mid-Tuesday, and use the afternoon to scope out the local shops and do a much-needed grocery run to stock up your bare apartment. After dishing out a few hundred thousand won, you head back home laden with bags.

As you’re approaching your building, a familiar-looking vehicle catches your attention.

Your steps slow. The van’s parked on the opposite side of the street, and you keep a careful eye on it as you draw closer.

Just as you get close enough to read the license number, someone exits it.

“Nuna?”

You stagger to a halt. It really is him: Dino, dressed in all black, with a face mask pulled high and a ball cap pulled low, casually standing in the street in front of your apartment.

“Chan-ah, what —” Instinctively you glance around to see if anyone’s in the vicinity. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to talk to you.” He hurries toward you, hands reaching for your grocery bags. “Do you live here, nuna? Here, let me help.”

You side-step him and beeline for the van. “Who drove you? Taehui-yah, is that you?”

Taehui pokes his head out the driver’s seat window, wearing a sheepish smile. “Y/N-ah, hi.”

“Sorry about this, Hui-yah.” You shake your head in disbelief.

“No, it’s okay,” he replies, good-natured as always. “I wanted to come see your new neighbourhood anyway.”

“You told Taehui-hyeong you were moving but you didn’t tell me?” Dino butts in indignantly. “Really, nuna?”

You turn to him with a tsk. “Hurry up and say what you wanted to say before someone sees you.”

His eyes widen, and he glances around the street. “Right here? But… that’s kind of awkward.”

“Then let’s talk in the van.”

“Won’t your groceries go bad?”

Good point. “Fine. You guys can come up to my place.” You turn and head for your building.

“No, hyeong has to stay in the van,” Dino says quickly.

“Eh?” You turn back. “Why?”

“Because! That’s… that’s what we agreed.” He ushers you forward, away from the van and toward your building.

“Hui-yah, is this okay?” you call.

“Just get him back out here by five-thirty,” he calls back.

“Okay!”

When you turn back around, you find Dino’s somehow taken most of your grocery bags into his own hands. Well, you won’t complain.

On the elevator ride up, you remember Jeonghyeon. “Oh, shoot.” You scramble for your phone.

“What is it?” Dino asks.

“My roommate.” Exiting the elevator, you draft up a quick text.

“You got a roommate?”

His shocked tone makes you pause and look up. “Eh? I’ve always had a roommate.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Ever since I came to Seoul.” You send Jeonghyeon the text and continue on to your apartment.

“Oh.”

“You really don’t know anything about me, huh,” you say lightly as you unlock your door and step inside.

When you turn around, Dino’s standing at your threshold, looking at you with big eyes full of hurt.

“Hey — come on, I was joking.” You put down your bags and wave him in, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean it like that, Chan-ah.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” he mumbles, trudging in and setting the groceries down gently. “But you know what, nuna?”

“Hm?” You close the door and turn to find him staring at you intently. “What is it?”

He takes a step forward. “I thought about it, and I don’t think it’s all my fault that I don’t know anything about you.”

“Hang on, I never said it was your fault.”

“I know, but what I mean is: you were too good of a manager.” He takes another step. “And maybe I was too good of an idol, right? That’s why our relationship was like that. That’s why you just felt like you were doing your job all the time.”

You smile a little wryly. “That’s one way to look at it, sure.”

Dino stops in front of you, expression earnest. “But see, now we’re no longer like that. You’re not my manager, I’m not your idol.”

To your surprise, he takes your hands and clasps them in his.

“Now we can have an equal relationship,” he finishes.

Uh. What?

“What are you talking about?” You pull your hands away.

He grabs on tighter and leans in. “We’re friends now, nuna.”

His tone is so matter-of-fact that for a second you actually believe him.

Then you shake your head. “What? No, that’s not —”

“Before we were just colleagues, right? Now we’re friends. You can tell me things like who your roommate is, how your family is, what you do on your days off. You can tell me everything about yourself.”

He’s looking so sincerely into your eyes that it almost physically hurts to look away. “Chan-ah, we can’t.” You tug your hands free again and tuck them behind your back.

“Why not? You’re not my manager anymore.”

“I’m not your manager anymore, but you’re still an idol,” you point out. “You still have all the responsibilities and restrictions of your job, your life. And now I’m no longer part of that life.”

“But I’m allowed to have friends,” he says indignantly, drawing back. “I’m allowed to choose you to be part of my life as my friend.”

“Listen, thank you for saying that, but — I can’t.”

“Why?” Dino pulls back further, eyes dimming. “You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“Then why?”

“If we become friends, Chan-ah, I’m going to start liking you.”

…

Wait.

You said it.

What the fuck?

You can feel your eyes growing huge, a mirror to Dino’s widening eyes, a mutual staredown over the gruesome confession that’s just come out of your mouth.

THUD.

Something hard hits you from the back, and you topple forward onto the floor.

“Ow,” you groan.

“Nuna! Are you okay?!”

“Oh my God, Y/N-ah, sorry!” That’s Jeonghyeon’s voice.

You roll over weakly onto your back and squint up at Jeonghyeon, who stands in the doorway with a hand on the doorknob and a hand to her mouth.

“I didn’t know you were standing behind the door — are you okay?” She hurries in and crouches down beside you. “Did you hit your head?”

“Ow. I’m okay. Welcome back.” You close your eyes and dizzily let her pull you up into a sitting position. “Sorry, this guy showed up without giving advance warning. Jeonghyeon, meet Chan.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dino says automatically. “Wait, never mind that — nuna, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”

You wave him off as you stand, holding onto Jeonghyeon. “I’m fine. Anyway, you should go now.”

“Me?” Dino looks between the two of you. “But — we’re not done talking.”

“Yeah, well, Jeonghyeon’s home, so time’s up.” Avoiding eye contact, you move around him and into the kitchen to start putting away the groceries. “I bought groceries, Hyeon-ah.”

“So I see.” She puts down her bag and hangs up her coat, side-eyeing Dino all the while. “Why is he here?”

“Oh, um, let me introduce myself,” Dino says quickly. “Hello, I’m Dino of Seventeen.”

“Right. You’re the guy who didn’t show up yesterday after making an appointment with her.”

He ducks his head. “I’m sorry. That was my bad.”

“So. Again. Why are you here?” You can hear Jeonghyeon’s eyebrow raise in her voice. “Did you come to confess your love for her or something like that?”

“No, I did that already,” you say ruefully, sticking your head deep in the fridge as you put away the soy milk.

“Oh. Wait, what?” Jeonghyeon drops the eyebrow raise and comes over to join you in the fridge. “You did what?”

“I said I liked him. By accident.” You share a grimace with her. “It was right before you opened the door into me, actually, so you had great timing.”

“Wow.” She lets out her breath in a low whistle.

“Yeah. That’s probably going to be the lowlight of my thirties right there.”

“Now what?”

“Now he leaves, and we pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Uh, excuse me.” Dino knocks on the fridge door, then peers around the edge. “I’m right here, you know. I can hear you.”

“Great! Then you know what to do.” Jeonghyeon straightens, gives her excellent no-nonsense smile and starts ushering him out. “Go back safely~”

“I still have things to say,” he protests. “Just hear me out!”

“Sorry, time to leave —”

“I like you too, nuna!!”

You look around at that.

Both Dino and Jeonghyeon are looking back at you. Jeonghyeon’s jaw is slightly dropped; Dino’s staring at you like Jeonghyeon’s not even there.

“Um,” you say.

Dino makes a frustrated sound. “Can I talk to you in private, please?”

Jeonghyeon tilts her head at you. After a moment, you give her a tiny nod and move toward Dino. “Let’s go outside.”

He doesn’t move. “Are you kicking me out?”

“Either we talk outside, or we don’t talk at all,” you say bluntly.

“…Okay.” He turns and exits the apartment but holds onto the door, as though making sure you won’t close it on him.

“I’m going to start cooking dinner,” Jeonghyeon tells you. “Take your time.”

You give her a grateful smile before following Dino outside.

He stands fidgeting in the hallway as you lock the door. “Nuna.”

“Not here. Let’s go back to the van.” You start down the hall to the elevator.

“The van? But Taehui-hyeong’s there.”

“There’s nowhere else we can go.”

“So why not your place?” You can hear the pout in his voice without even looking at him.

“Jeonghyeon hates having strangers over. It’s the first rule of our roommate agreement.”

“Then why did you invite me here in the first place?”

You press the elevator button. “I invited you yesterday, when I gave Jeonghyeon enough notice so she wouldn’t be home at the same time.”

“So it’s okay as long as she’s not there?”

“Yes.”

“Weird,” he mutters as he gets in the elevator after you.

You send him a speaking look.

“Sorry,” he says quickly.

“Pro tip: if you like someone, don’t call their friends weird.”

He doesn’t reply. You glance over to find him looking at you.

“What?”

“You’re right,” he says. “I like you.”

“Wha — ?!” You whip back around to face the front. You can feel your ears starting to burn.

“I like you, nuna,” he says, louder. “You like me too, right?”

Fortunately, the elevator reaches the ground floor just then. You dart out without answering and power-march out of the building and toward the van, resolutely not looking at him.

“Nuna!” Dino breaks into a jog to catch up to you. “That’s what you said, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t,” you shoot over your shoulder, not looking around. “Now be quiet before you attract attention.”

You reach the van and knock hurriedly on the driver’s side. Taehui jerks upright from his doze and rolls down the window. “Y/N-ah, hey. You’re done?”

“Almost.” You open the rear door and get in. “Come on, Chan-ah.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t?” Dino says, clambering on after you. “You clearly said it!”

“Hurry up and close the door.” You lean forward and tap Taehui on the shoulder. “Hui-yah, let’s go back to the dorms.”

“What?! No!” Dino grabs your hand in his. “Don’t, hyeong!”

“Uhhhh,” says Taehui.

You pull away with a huff. Fine, if you have to hash this out in front of Taehui, you will. “Chan-ah, look, I was just joking around, okay? Let’s just forget about this.”

“I wasn’t.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t joking, nuna. I like you.”

You glance nervously at Taehui. “Okay, seriously, this isn’t funny —”

“I’mnot joking. Ask Taehui-hyeong. I told all the manager-hyeong already.”

“You what?!” You turn your head to gape at Taehui. His awkward expression seems to confirm this.

“The reason I couldn’t come yesterday is because I told them this,” Dino continues, “and we spent the entire day arguing with senior management.”

“WHAT?” You’re pretty sure you’re in the process of losing your mind. “Lee Chan, you’re an idol.”

“I know!” he says. “I know. But I also know that I like you. And now… now I know that you like me too.”

“Yah, I never said I like you, I said I might start liking you!”

“You said you will start liking me!”

“So what??” Your voice is raised; you sit back and try to bring your volume down. “Okay. Look. You know what? It doesn’t matter.”

“How can you say that? Now we both know how the other feels!”

“It doesn’t matter, because we can’t date.”

“Nuna, I talked to management about this already! You can ask Taehui-hyeong, he was there. You know we don’t have an official dating ban.”

You give him your most stern stare. “Lee Chan, I am not going to date you.”

He blinks, opens his mouth, then pauses.

Finally: “Why not?” he asks, his tone wilted.

You sigh. “I know what it takes to be a celebrity. You owe your entire life to your fans. You live in the public eye. Your livelihood is built on societal sentiment.”

“My true fans would be happy for me to date someone I like!”

“But I don’t want to date a celebrity, Chan-ah,” you say. “I don’t want to date someone living in the public eye. I want to date someone normal like Taehui and deal with ordinary relationship issues.”

His eyes bug out. “Taehui-hyeong?” His head whips around toward the driver’s seat. “Hyeong?!”

“What? No, no, no.” Taehui shakes his head, a look of alarm on his face.

“Hey, I was just using him as an example!” you say quickly. “You know, for example, if I date Taehui, he doesn’t have any fans who might send me hate mail, and if we break up, I don’t have to see his face on the Internet.”

“Why would you date Taehui-hyeong though?!”

“I meant someone like Taehui!” You facepalm. “You’re totally missing the point.”

“Chan-ah, she’s saying she doesn’t want to date a celebrity,” Taehui intervenes. “Don’t you think you should respect her choice?”

“But —”

“He’s right. It’s my choice.” You’re grateful to Taehui for articulating it that way. “Can you respect that, Chan-ah?”

Dino looks down, crestfallen. “When you put it that way…” he mumbles.

You soften your tone. “It means a lot that you care about me. It really does. But I can’t be part of your world anymore.”

His brow creases in confusion. “You used to be, though. You were our assistant manager.”

“And I left. I left, for a reason.”

“…What reason?”

“The longer I worked, the clearer I saw how the K-pop industry turns humans into products.” You take a breath. “I know you chose this, and I’m not saying you made the wrong choice. But I can’t remain in this system. I can’t continue to contribute and uphold it. There’s too much dissonance in my head.”

Dino looks up, brow still scrunched. “Then — if I wasn’t an idol —”

Oh dear. “Stop. I’m not asking you to change,” you say. “We’re not going to change for each other, all right? Some day you’ll find someone who doesn’t mind dating a K-pop idol, and that person will be right for you.”

His throat moves visibly as he swallows. “I believe you’re right for me,” he says, voice thick.

“But I don’t believe you are for me,” you say, as gently as you can. “You’re not right for me, Chan-ah.”

He blinks a few times, then breaks eye contact and looks down without replying.

You look at Taehui, who’s watching through the rearview mirror with a concerned expression. “Hui-yah, sorry for making you listen to all this, and thanks for taking care of Chan. I appreciate everything you’ve done, really.”

“You know it’s no problem.” He turns around to clasp your hand briefly. “Take care of yourself, Y/N-ah, okay? Be happy.”

“You too, Hui-yah. Best of luck with everything.” You muster up a smile and wave. “Then… I’ll get going. Good-bye.”

You open the van door, get out and turn to close it.

“Nuna.” Dino’s there, holding the door open.

You look at him, at the faint glint of unshed tears in his eyes, and you can feel your throat close up with your own tears.

“Be happy, Chan-ah,” you say, and turn away.

That’s how you walk out of Seventeen’s lives; that’s how you walk out of Lee Chan’s life.

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Summary: Jooheon tries to bake you a dessert. Why? Because he feels like he needs to.

—requested by Anonymous: “oh your writing is so good <3 i love it a lot esp your jealousy series ^^ would it be ok if you wrote something domestic for monsta x? like a house husband or smth concept lol, for whichever of the members ^^”

Author’s note: sorry this took so long! OTL

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst that gets resolved immediately through communication because my soul is Allergic To Angst

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One Friday evening, you look up from your work laptop and sniff the air. “Heony? Is something burning?”

There’s no response. Ominous.

You save your work, lock your computer and get up from your desk to investigate the burning smell.

It’s dark out; you didn’t realize how much time had passed since your last break. There seems to be some kind of noise coming from the kitchen, and you head there.

“Jooheon-ah, are you — ?” You round the corner and stop, surprised. “Oh, hi Kihyunie! When did you get here… what’s going on?”

Jooheon and Kihyun look up from whatever they’re doing with the oven, which, judging by their distressed expressions and the smell in the air, isn’t going very well. Jooheon’s in a squatting stance, holding the oven door open, while Kihyun seems to be trying to extract something with tongs and an oven mitt.

“Wait, nuna!” Jooheon stands and lets go of the oven door. “It’s not ready yet — ”

“Hey, don’t let go!” Kihyun yelps as he yanks his hands back just in time.

“Be careful, guys.” You enter the messy kitchen and reach for Kihyun’s hands. “You okay, Kihyun-ah?”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, letting you remove the oven mitt and inspect his hands. “Sorry, I should’ve said hi when I got here a while ago.”

“It’s okay, I was probably in a meeting anyway.” You pat his hands before letting go and moving to Jooheon’s side. “Heony, what’s going on?”

His bottom lip is starting to stick out. “This was supposed to be a surprise.”

“What’s ‘this’?” You crouch down to look into the oven door.

Jooheon tugs you back to your feet and tucks you into his side. “Wait! It’s not done yet.”

You can’t help smiling at his pout. “It kind of smells done, Jooheon-ah.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Kihyun says, “um, we thought your skillet was oven-proof.”

“You… burned my skillet?”

“I’ll buy you a new one, nuna,” Jooheon says promptly.

You chuckle. “You don’t have to. Just tell me what you were trying to do.”

He squirms. “Nothing, really.”

“Nothing, really?” You raise an eyebrow, then turn to Kihyun. “Hey, Kiki, want to tell me what Jooheon called you over for?”

“Okay, fine.” Jooheon tugs you back to face him before Kihyun can answer. “I was trying to bake you a dessert, all right? Don’t laugh.”

“A dessert?” you repeat, surprised. “Why?”

He flushes a little and looks away. “You’ve been working overtime all week… I just wanted to do something for you while I’m home from tour.”

Wow. You’re touched. “Thank you, Heony.” You peck his cheek. “You know you don’t have to do anything for me, right? Just being here is enough.”

Shyly, he meets your eyes. “But I want to.”

Smiling, your heart full, you give him another kiss, this time on the lips. He responds eagerly enough that Kihyun decides to give a light cough to remind you of his presence.

You pull back from Jooheon and look round at Kihyun. “Right, so, you’re here to provide baking expertise, Kihyun-ah?”

“I didn’t know he wanted to bake,” he says immediately. “I mean, I’m an okay cook, but I’m not a baker. I wouldn’t have touched your pans if he hadn’t made me, nuna, honest.”

You laugh and pull free of Jooheon’s grip to go over to Kihyun. “Don’t worry, I’m not blaming you. Thanks for trying to help.” You pat his cheek, then take the oven mitt and put it on. “All right, let’s see what we’re working with here.”

The smell only worsens when you open the oven and reveal the sad remains of what looks like a brownie cake, which probably explains the cocoa powder dusted lightly over both Jooheon and Kihyun. Holding your nose, you gingerly pluck out the burned pan.

“The recipe said it was a ‘fool-proof’ skillet brownie,” Jooheon says mournfully. “And I even called hyeong for back-up.”

“Hey, I didn’t come over here to be called a fool,” Kihyun shoots back. “Why didn’t you pick something I can actually cook?”

“It was supposed to be special! Nothing you usually make is special.”

“Excuse you??”

“Okay, guys,” you interrupt, suppressing a laugh. “How about takeout for dinner? Sound good?”

*

At your insistence, Kihyun stays for dinner. It’s the least you can do after he’s helped out with Jooheon’s baking adventure. The two of them fill you in on the latest progress for Monsta X’s next comeback, and you laugh until you cry at the stories of their tour shenanigans. When Kihyun says it’s time for him to go, you see him off with a full stomach and fuller heart.

“You can come by anytime so long as you promise not to touch my oven,” you tell him, and he grins and says he’ll take you up on that.

You close the door and return to the kitchen to find Jooheon staring at your burned pan in the kitchen sink.

He looks up. “Let me buy you a new pan, nuna,” he says, eyes big. “Please?”

In the face of his adorable persistence, you can’t help but acquiesce. “All right, all right. You can whip out your card the next time I’m shopping for pans, okay?”

Jooheon smiles, eyes immediately disappearing, and surges forward to take your arm and tug you to the living room. “C’mon, let’s order one now.”

You laugh as he sits you down on the couch and hands you your laptop. “I meant the next time we go out shopping, Jooheon-ah.”

“But we don’t know when that’ll be.” His smile collapses back into a pout. “Why not just buy one now?”

“I should probably do some research first so I can get one that’s oven-proof next time,” you joke.

“No, but — ” He sits down beside you and pushes in close, slinging an arm along the sofa behind your back. “Who knows when you’ll need that kind of pan, right? It’s better to have one than none at all.”

You chuckle wryly. “Heony, I haven’t used that pan in a month. You know I cook even less than you do.”

“Butnuna.” Jooheon presses in closer, lips pursed in a tantalizing pout.

You can’t help stealing a quick kiss. “What is it, Heon-ah? Why do you want to buy me a pan so badly?”

“It’s not… I mean… ” He huffs out a breath. “I don’t want you to go shopping with my manager-hyeong again, okay?”

???

“EH?” you ask, boggling. “Shopping with your manager? When did I —”

“You know that one time!” Jooheon bursts out, sitting back. “When you came to see us after that radio schedule! You and Manager-hyeong had gotten the couple drink set from the bubble tea shop!”

“Couple drink set… ?” You rack your brain, and locate a faint memory of picking up bubble tea before heading to the radio broadcast station. “Heon-ah, I just wanted to try the specialty drink, and none of you guys drink bubble tea, so I gave your manager the extra, that’s all!”

“When Minhyuk-hyeong pointed it out, Manager-hyeong turned totally red!” Jooheon crosses his arms.

“Minhyukie was just joking around, trying to embarrass us on purpose. You know it didn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah, well, you’re mygirlfriend.We’re a couple.”

“Your manager-hyeong knows that.” You keep your tone soothing even though you kind of want to smile at his petulance. “I really just wanted to drink that specialty tea, honestly. You believe me, right?”

At that, Jooheon’s stiff posture softens, even though you can see him struggling to keep his expression stern. “Still,” he huffs, “I… want to be the one sharing those couple things with you. I want to do those kinds of couple things with you.”

“I get it, Jooheon-ah.” You lean in and give him a kiss. “We can, and we will, all right? We’ll do everything you want to do together.”

“…Yes.” He finally relaxes and returns your kiss warmly. When he breaks contact, he doesn’t go far, looking into your eyes. “I feel like we’re apart so often, nuna. I really wish I could make up all that time, fill in all that time to be the kind of couple we should be.”

Oh, Jooheon.

You cup his face in your hands. “There’s no should. We’ll be the kind of couple we want to be. Okay? Don’t feel like you have to make up anything. You know that’s not what I want from you.”

“I know,” he acknowledges softly. “I just… want to make sure we are. A couple, I mean. I want us to feel like we’re together.”

“Weare together. We’re together because we love each other, as we are. And that’s enough.” You look him in the eye. “Yes?”

He looks back at you steadily, then nods, once. “I love you,” he murmurs, and kisses you again.

“Love you too,” you whisper, in between kisses. “I love you, too.”

After a few minutes pass:

“So… can I buy you a pan now?”

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← previous: I need you to come

Summary: You need to double-check with I.M whether he knows what he’s saying in the lyrics of ‘Love Killa’.

Words: 1.7k words

Warnings: mentions of oral sex, slight crack

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You follow Shownu into Monsta X’s waiting room and loudly announce, “Hey, Changkyun-ah! We need to talk.”

Changkyun, who’s lounging on the far side of the room, looks up from his phone. “Oh, nuna, hi.”

“Nuna! I didn’t know you were coming today.” Jooheon rises from a nearby couch with a welcome smile and ducks around Shownu to give you a hug. “Hyeong sneaked you in?”

“Manager-hyeong did,” Shownu explains as he sits down on the couch in Jooheon’s vacated spot.

“Hey, Heonie,” you say, returning the hug warmly. “Did you gain weight? You look so healthy.” You peck him on his plump cheek.

He draws back with a light flush, his dimple out in full force. “Eh, you don’t have to point it out, nuna.”

“Why not? Surely everyone’s telling you how handsome you are these days,” you say with a grin. “Right, Hyungwon? Minhyuk?”

“He brushes it off, but I think he just wants us to keep saying it,” Kihyun chimes in, looking up from his position between Minhyuk and Hyungwon.

“Dude, you just died,” Minhyuk exclaims, stabbing at Kihyun’s phone screen. “If you’re not going to play properly, give it to me.”

“Hey, Y/N-nuna is here,” Kihyun retorts, “don’t you think you should greet her at least?”

“Nah, don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully with a wave. “I’m just here to talk to Gyunie, anyway.” You head further into the room, ignoring the slight fuss behind you as Jooheon accidentally sits back down on Shownu’s lap (“Eh?? Hyeong, that’s my spot…”) and walk over to Changkyun, who’s put away his phone.

“What’s up?” he asks.

You sit down and lean in close. “So. Changkyun.”

He straightens at your serious tone. “Nuna?”

“I need to ask you a question.”

“A question?” Changkyun stiffens even further. “Did — did Shownu-hyeong say something?”

You cock your head. Shownu? Say something?

“Because I told him it wasn’t true,” Changkyun says, words starting to spill out faster. “It’s not true, I was just — ”

As he stutters, you boggle at him. “What are you — ”

“I definitely don’t like you like that, nuna!” he bursts out, loud enough for everyone in the waiting room to hear.

And apparently they do hear, because the room has gone quiet.

Your eyes grow wide. You take in Changkyun’s embarrassed face, his cringing expression as he looks away from you, and you can’t help it: you laugh out loud.

“Changkyunie, you have a crush on me?” you gasp out. “That’s so cute, oh my God.”

“C-cute…?”

“You know I’m like an ajumma, right?” you say between chuckles. “Wow, I didn’t know mature women were your style, Gyunie.”

“You’re not an ajumma, noona,” he protests immediately, even though he’s still not meeting your eyes. “You’re only Shownu-hyeong’s age.”

“I guess you’re right, that would make Hyunwoo an ajeossi.” That thought sets you off on another round of giggles.

“Don’t laugh.” Changkyun’s hands come up to cover his reddened ears.

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” You get your mirth under control and reach out to give him a reassuring pat on the arm. “Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you.”

His gaze flicks up to meet yours, then away. “I’m only two years younger than Kihyun-hyeong, anyway,” he grumbles.

“Than — ?” You turn around reflexively to look at Kihyun.

That’s when you find all five other members openly staring at you and Changkyun, with varying expressions: Hyungwon and Minhyuk look slightly disgusted, Jooheon looks startled, Kihyun looks pissed and Shownu… he looks concerned.

A little taken aback, you try for a light-hearted chuckle and wave. “Uh, we’re just joking around here. That’s not what I wanted to talk about, anyway.”

But then Kihyun stands up. “So what if you’re only two years younger?” he snips at Changkyun. “Two years is a lot, you know.”

“Kihyun,” Shownu begins.

“It is nota lot,” Changkyun fires back. “You’re two years younger than nuna.”

“That makes you four years younger.”

“Oh my God,” Hyungwon mutters, and slides down on the couch into a sleeping position. “Wake me up when it’s over.”

“It’s not like four years is that much more than two — ”

“Hang on,” Jooheon interrupts, “why are we fighting over Y/N-nuna? She’s Shownu-hyeong’s girlfriend.”

At that, everyone looks back to Shownu. He’s standing, looking between you and Changkyun and Kihyun with brows lowered.

“Changkyun,” he says this time.

Changkyun visibly quails into the couch. “I don’t mean it like that, hyeong,” he says, though his tone is quiet. “Not like Kihyun-hyeong.”

“Then just stay out of it,” Kihyun hisses at him.

“Kihyun,” Shownu repeats.

Kihyun looks round, his stance softening into something less aggressive. “Hyeong, you know — you know I wouldn’t. You know I won’t.”

For a while Shownu just looks at him. Kihyun looks back, holding his gaze steady.

In the meantime, you gape at everyone and everything as you try to wrap your head around this drama-like scene unfolding in front of you. Jooheon and Minhyuk are watching with similarly wide eyes, while only Hyungwon seems to consider this beneath his regard, at least in favour of a nap.

“Um, so.” You clear your throat, and blink as everyone’s attention shoots back to you. “I was actually going to ask something else.”

Changkyun looks between you and Shownu.

“Hyunwoo didn’t tell me anything like that,” you say, a little more gently, because you can see how embarrassed he is. “It’s a question about your lyrics for the ‘Love Killa’ comeback.”

“Oh.” His shoulders slump. Then he glances once more at you, groans and covers his face. “Ugh. Seriously?”

Despite the situation, you have to stifle a chuckle. “So… can I ask?”

“Is Shownu-hyeong going to kill me after he’s done with Kihyun-hyeong?” Changkyun replies without removing his hands.

“No, of course not.” You peek over your shoulder just to make sure you’re not lying. Looks like Shownu and Kihyun are engaging in some sort of staredown; you’ll just… well, leave them to it.

“Okay. Ask.”

You sit back down next to him. “Right, this might be embarrassing, but don’t feel embarrassed, all right? I’m just curious.”

He peeks out from between his fingers. “What’s embarrassing?”

You lower your voice. “Your rap lyrics…” You have to clear your throat again before the words come out. “You said, ‘I want you to eat me like a main dish’.”

Your suspicions are confirmed when Changkyun bolts upright and presses back into the sofa arm as though he wants to disappear into it, and that sets off your laughter again.

“Oh my God, you really did mean it that way,” you gasp out, slapping your knee. “Damn, Gyunie.”

“Meanwhatwhat way?” Suddenly both Shownu and Kihyun are standing next to you, faces tight.

Changkyun scrambles to his feet. “Not about me liking nuna!” he says. “It’s about my line in ‘Love Killa’!”

Shownu meets your eyes, and a sense of deja vu flashes over you. He tilts his head, barely.

Your laughter fades away as you realize you’re about to explain cunnilingus to them. “Um, I guess Changkyunie didn’t tell you guys, but… saying ‘to eat someone’ in English — it can mean — oral sex.”

Kihyun’s eyes bug out. Shownu lets out a slow, controlled breath. His eyes stay fixed on you.

“Oh, shoot,” you realize belatedly, “I wasn’t supposed to talk about sex in front of Kihyunie.”

Fortunately, Kihyun’s more focused on tearing into Changkyun than paying attention to you. “Yah, Im Changkyun! Why didn’t you explain? We’ve literally been singing along to these explicit-ass lyrics and you just let us? You little punk!”

“I didn’t ask you to sing along, hyeong! Jeez!”

Shownu inhales, exhales again, slow and controlled, still looking only at you. You sidle over to look at him face-to-face and search his expression, wondering how he’s feeling.

“Hyunwoo-yah? Are you mad…?”

He takes your hand in his bigger one and grips firmly. “I’m…” Exhaling once more, he shakes his head. “No. Not about Kihyun.”

“Then, Changkyun?” You glance over your shoulder. “Hyunwoo, you must know I’ve never, ever thought of him like that.”

“I know. I know.” He repeats the word softly as he draws you closer. Close enough that even though you’re still standing apart, his size makes you feel like you’re wrapped up in him.

“I really only wanted to ask him about those lyrics.”

“Yes. I understand.”

You look up into his eyes. He looks back, gentleness replacing the tight wariness, and you reach up on tip-toe to kiss him on the lips. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Next time…” He catches your other hand in his as well, tethering you to him. “Can you tell me before you ask the members things like that?”

“Yes. I will, yes.” You nod promptly. “I swear, anything sex-related, I’ll run by you first.”

He sighs, then smiles, a little ruefully. “I wonder why there’s so much of it in the first place.”

“It’s your members’ fault for being so explicit.” You let go of his hand and swing around to stare at Changkyun. “Right, Changkyun-ssi?”

He looks up from his defensive cross-legged and cross-armed stance in the corner of the couch. “Uh, what?”

“She’s saying you’re too dirty-minded,” Kihyun sniffs.

“I am not!”

You raise your brows. “I think we justtalked about a specific line that went…”

“Okay!” Changkyun panics. “Okay, fine! Just that one line!”

You find yourself reeled back into Shownu’s grasp; he tugs your arm until you’re against his chest, almost in a back-hug. “No more discussion of this,” he says firmly to Changkyun and Kihyun.

Neither of them object, of course.

Shownu leads you back to the other side of the room, where Minhyuk is patting Hyungwon’s thigh.

“Hyungwon-ah, wake up, they’re done.”

“Sorry about the drama,” you say to them with an apologetic smile.

“No worries, nuna,” Jooheon says easily, “it’s their drama, not yours.”

You grin and pat his cheek. “You’re the best, Heonie.”

“Second-best,” Shownu says beside you.

Jooheon, Minhyuk and Hyungwon roll their eyes, but you just smile wider and reach up to kiss your boyfriend.

“Yes. You’re my best, Hyunwoo-yah.”

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A/N: I wrote this at 12 AM and haven’t proofread it… it’s just lived in my head ever since ‘Love Killa’ came out and finally I got it down on paper, so please enjoy~

Author’s note: a bunch of outtakes from when I was wrestling with my 14k Jongho noona fic (part 1|part 2). I love these bits a lot, so posting them here for posterity~

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

*

The next day’s Saturday, and you decide to treat yourself with a pre-workout smoothie at the café next to the gym. When you pick up your drink, though, you’re handed something different.

“Excuse me, this isn’t my order,” you say to the barista.

“Oh, sorry about that.” They check the receipts, then call out, “Who ordered a Muscle Beast Protein Mylkshake?”

“That’s mine.” A portly middle-aged man steps up to the counter — definitely not the kind of guy you’d imagined ordering that particular drink.

“Ah, this is yours, then,” you say, handing him the shake.

“And here’s your Strawberry Sunshine Smoothie, miss.” The barista hands you another cup. 

“Thanks.” You take your smoothie and sip happily.

“Hyeong, was there a problem?” asks someone else.

The man turns around, and promptly hands the milkshake to… Jongho.

“No, no problems,” he says, giving you a polite nod.

Of course, that causes Jongho to look around. His eyes widen. “Oh — noona.”

“…Hello.” You dip your head awkwardly; your feet can’t decide whether to stay or run. 

The man looks between you two. “Who is this?” he asks Jongho.

“Ah, this is…” He trails off, but only for a moment. “This is Y/N-noonim, she’s a regular at the gym next door,” he recovers, pulling up a natural-looking smile. “Are you going to work out too now, noonim?”

“Uh, yes.” You try to smile back, but it feels slightly painful.

“By the way, this is my manager-hyeong.” Jongho gestures to the man.

“Nice to meet you,” you say automatically.

“You too,” says Manager. “You’re a regular?”

“Yes.”

“Then, please look after Jongho,” he says with another dip of his head.

Eh?? “Er, um…” Why are you suddenly looking after Jongho?

“Let’s go together, noonim,” Jongho says, as if this is all completely normal.

“Okay,” is the only thing you can say, and that’s how you end up walking into the gym together with them.

“Thanks for the drive, hyeong,” Jongho says.

*

“I’m joking.” Chuckling, you reach over and ruffle his hair. “Just don’t get in trouble, okay?”

He reaches up and removes your hand, still pouting. “I won’t get you in trouble.”

“I meant you, kid.” You tug at your hand.

He doesn’t let go. “I’m not a kid.”

“Oh yeah? When did you graduate high school?”

“More than two years ago.” His chin goes up.

“Two years ago.” You cluck your tongue and shake your head. “You know how old I am, Jongho-ssi?”

“…How old are you, noonim?” 

“Thirty.”

“Oh.” He blinks. “That’s not so old.”

“But still old compared to you,” you say cheerfully, and tug at your hand again.

Jongho lets go this time. “Yeona-seonsaengnim is dating Suhyeok-hyeong, though. He’s only three years older than me.”

“That’s true.” What’s he getting at? “Wait, don’t tell me — you like her too??”

“No!” he protests. “You’re the one I like, noonim.”

You relax. “Okay, because I’m pretty sure Suhyeok would fight y…”

Wait a sec.

What… did he just say?

“What,” you say slowly, “did you say?”

Jongho’s face has flushed beet-red, and yet he still somehow has the temerity to say: “Can’t I?”

“Can’t you?” you repeat on a splutter, shaking your head. “Can’t you??”

“Do you have a boyfriend already?”

“No, I — that’s not the point — ”

“Then can’t I like you?”

You’re pretty sure your jaw is hanging wide open at this point. Where the hell is this coming from? Is this some kind of TikTok prank — make a random confession to someone you’ve talked to three times? You glance around just in case someone’s secretly filming a video nearby.

“You don’t believe me.”

Jongho says it as a statement; when you return your attention to him, he’s looking at you with puppy-dog disappointment in his eyes.

 “Um, no.” Your frankness just dials up his disappointment, and you scramble to put your thoughts together before his puppy eyes weaken you. “I mean, we barely know each other, and I’m nine years older than you, and —” You drop your volume. “— you’re an idol.”

“I know all that.” Jongho just looks at you steadily, red-faced and all. “And I know that I like you, noona.”

“You — yah, did I say you could call me noona?”

“I’ve been calling you noonim all this time,” he points out.

Okay, not the point. “Never mind. Look.” You struggle to lower your voice again. “Jongho-ssi, you know this won’t work.”

“You don’t like me?”

“I — it’s not that I don’t like you, okay, but —” A smile lifts the corner of his mouth, and you hurry to squash it. “You’re an idol, you know? You’re not allowed to date. You’re not even allowed to have crushes.”

“We’re human, too. We get crushes,” he argues.

“But are you allowed to confess? What would your manager say if he were here right now? What would your members say?”

Jongho has no response for that, just a pout that makes you want to melt despite yourself.

“Jongho-ssi. I’m flattered, I really am. And thank you for having the courage to confess. Let’s just move on from here and remain gym acquaintances, all right?” You try an encouraging smile.

“…Fine,” he says, eyes downcast.

“Okay. Good. Great.” How does one exit these kinds of conversations?? You could really use Yeona’s expertise right now. “Then… I’ll get going first —”

“We’re gym friends, at least, aren’t we?” He meets your gaze again, almost defiantly.

Uh. “…Sure,” you say, though you’re really not that sure.

“Okay.” Jongho gives a stiff nod.

You nod back, equally stiff. “Well, have a nice day.”

You resist the urge to glance back as you make your escape to the cardio machines. Man, what an otherworldly experience.

You get in thirty straight minutes of cycling thanks to your preoccupation with Jongho’s confession. Before you know it, your water bottle’s empty and your legs are aching; time for a break.

You hop off the bike and head for the water fountain. You’re so concerned with trying not to seem like you’re watching out for Jongho that you bump straight into someone who’s filling up their own bottle already.

“Sorry!” You quickly bow. “My bad.”

“That’s all right.” The man bows back.

“Oh, noona!” Suhyeok appears from behind the man with a grin. “You’re here today?”

“Oh, hey, Suhyeok-ssi.” You glance around automatically for Yeona. “Yeona’s not working today, is she?”

“Eh, come on, noona, I can visit the gym without my girlfriend, can’t I?” His grin grows bigger.

You smile at his cheek. “Did you ask her whether you could start calling her your girlfriend?”

“I’ll ask her next time I see her,” he promises. “Oh, hyeong —” He turns to the man. “This is Y/N-noona, she’s Yeona-ssaem’s best friend. Noona, this is… er, hyeong, am I allowed to tell her your name?”

“You just call me Manager-hyeong anyway,” the man says dryly, offering his hand to you.

“Right, he’s one of Ateez’s managers!” Suhyeok says. “He’s how I met Jongho.”

You shake his hand and say jokingly, “I’ll call you Manager-oppa, then.”

To your surprise, he blushes a little. “Um, okay.”

“Ooh, you made him shy,” Suhyeok says with a chuckle. “It’s because you spend all your time around boys, hyeong, you need to get out more.”

“Be quiet, you punk.” Manager elbows him.

“Manager-hyeong?”

Another voice makes the three of you look around, and you’re alarmed to see Jongho approaching with an inquiring look.

“You know Y/N-noona?” he asks, coming to a stop as his gaze moves between the three of you.

“Hm? No, Suhyeok just introduced us,” Manager says, puzzled.

“I liked her first,” says Jongho.

What?

“What?” says Suhyeok.

“What?” says Manager.

“I mean…” Jongho flushes.

“Jongho,” Suhyeok says, a smile slowly spreading on his face. “You… like Y/N-noona?”

“No, of course not,” you say quickly. You’re not even sure why you’re covering for Jongho, except that it feels wrong somehow to expose his schoolboy confession. And you don’t want him to get in trouble with his manager.

“Jongho?” Manager asks him.

He looks back, and repeats: “I liked her first.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know we have the same taste,” Jongho says stubbornly, even as his face turns redder and redder.

“The same taste… in women?” Suhyeok asks.

Eh???

“I wasn’t thinking anything like that,” Manager says, having moved on from puzzled to dumbfounded. “Hang on, wait — you likeher?”

“No,” you say loudly.

“…Yes,” says Jongho.

 You nearly facepalm.

“Choi Jongho.” Manager’s tone gets stern.

“I don’t like him back!” you say quickly. “Nothing’s going to happen, Manager-oppa.”

“Why are you calling him oppa?” Jongho asks you, frowning.

You suck in a breath. “Is that really the point right now?” you hiss. “I’m saving your butt here.”

“I don’t want to be saved.” He scowls. “I want to date you.”

“Yah!” You have half a mind to leap forward and clamp a hand over his mouth.

“Are you serious, Jongho-yah?” Manager’s staring hard at Jongho. Meanwhile, Suhyeok’s mimicking eating popcorn behind his back; you send him a glare.

“Yes.”

You groan under your breath.

“She says she doesn’t like you back.”

“For now,” Jongho says.

“I’m thirty,” you interject. “I’m way too old for Jongho.”

“I like older women,” Jongho says, and flushes harder.

“So do I,” Suhyeok says cheerily. Everyone ignores him.

“What if she doesn’t come to like you back?” Manager questions.

“Then… I won’t date her,” he says, subdued.

Manager seems to think this over.

“Manager-oppa, you’re not actually considering this, are you?” you demand. “He’s your company’s idol. Isn’t this against the rules?”

He turns to you. “We do have a rule about dating,” he states. “But it’s dependent on the circumstances.” Without elaborating further, he asks next, “Has Jongho caused you any trouble? Do you want him to stop coming to this gym?”

“What?” You’re taken aback. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. Shouldn’t you tell him to stop?”

“If he does cause you any trouble, please feel free to contact me at any time.” Manager takes out a business card and hands it to you.

“Er, okay.” You take it. This is a surreal conversation.

*

“Remember how you hit on Jongho that time?”

“You better have a good reason for bringing this up again.”

“Uh, never mind then.” Maybe you shouldn’t tell Yeona, you think as you pedal furiously on your bike. K-pop idols probably don’t want their rash confessions being aired.

“Wait, now I’m curious.” Yeona puts an elbow on the bike handlebars and props her chin on her palm. “Tell me.”

You whip out your phone and snap a photo. “How can you pose like that and bike at the same time? I should send this to Suhyeok.”

“Yah, you should at least show me the pictures before you send them to people.”

“You always look fabulous anyway.” You show her the photo.

“Stop complimenting me and tell me why you brought up my cursed episode with Jongho again.”

“Cursed episode?” You laugh.

*

(……..I just love my original characters so much huhuhu)