— TEXT ME!

pairing: park jisung x reader 

genre: fluff | wc: 0.1k | disclaimers: none

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“h-hi! do you need something?” you didn’t realize how high your voice had gotten, slightly embarrassed you began to look around, you just couldn’t bring your eyes to meet his again.

“ah yea! i’m jisung.. and uh i.. ithinkyourereallypretty” he looks down at the floor, regretting the current situation he was in.

you giggle lightly, realizing what the cute unknown boy was trying to say to you.

until you realize you have to speak to respond to him… you start getting nervous.

“me? oh.. really? hahahaha.. th-thank you? you.. you are too! oh my go-”

you stop your horrible attempt at speaking, realizing he shoved something in your pocket as he heard “you too,” .. then watched as he ran off to his group of friends that welcomed him with loud cheers o_O

“ 538-842-9436 ”

text me! or don’t… but i hope you do!

i’ll be waiting ahaha..?? :P

- park jisung B)

© jjaehyuk, 2021. all rights reserved.

a spark maybe | johnny | ch.26

a spark maybe: ch. 26

coffee line: after floods of photos sent to you after that new years eve party, your once quiet life is soon to have a kickstart with the famous jock johnny suh. will there be a spark in your love life?

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coming home | johnny | oneshot

pairing: dad!johnny x mom!reader

genre: syrup-y latte

bean count: 1.6k+

a/n: here’s a cute dad!johnny fluff for you! i missed writing fluff hope you enjoy reading this as much i did writing it ☕️

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as time struck 4pm, johnny quickly glanced around the staff room and swiftly shoved his files and papers in his bag. his colleagues perked up at the hustle he had been recently doing whenever the day came at this certain time, only to shake their heads playfully as the door slammed of their quiet workspace.

“he’s coping up, isn’t he?” kun fixed his glasses, smiling as his dimples indented his cheeks because johnny’s little habit reminded of himself before.

jaehyun laughed, agreeing with him. stretching as the day came into an end, he realized, “oh right, how long has it been already? seems like he’s still struggling at it.”

kun slung his shoulder bag, gesturing jaehyun to leave the office together, “just two days! hahah amateur.”

almost tripping on the way, johnny rushed down the stairs and caught the bus before it left. he panted as he sat down, checking his phone for any updates. a text message from his cousin- seo hyelin, popped out on his notification center.

[hyelin-noona] : couzie bean where are you? i gotta go for my night shift in a bit!

[john] : just got on the bus! will be there soon ‍♂️ how’s the little one?

[hyelin-noona] : adorable! he didn’t give me a hard time!

[john] : i’m glad ‍ thanks for looking after him!

[hyelin-noona] : anytime! it’s the summer break, he’s all yours! you sure you can handle him later?

[john] : i survived yesterday, so it’ll be a piece of cake

boy was he sowrong.

when johnny was preparing dinner in the kitchen, he couldn’t even count the times he had to leave the stove to go and check on his crying, seven month old son, who couldn’t stand a minute without him.

he sipped the soup he was cooking and almost burnt his tongue when the baby started to wail a little. unfortunately leaving the television on play wasn’t a solution to keep him occupied.

when he decided to carry him while he fried the chicken, however, his son made a sour face hearing the sizzle of the hot oil. johnny sighed and put him down on his high chair and gave him a cracker.

that’ll settle him, for now. he thought.

dinner went by smoothly.. barely. changing diapers was a hassle as the little one kelt rolling over, ended up peeing on the bedsheet that johnny rubbed his eyes thinking he’d have to wash that first thing in the morning tomorrow.

even worse, the panicked him lifted up the baby and peed on him as well. johnny was dumbfounded but it was shortlived as the baby smiled at him as if he gave him a gift.

johnny thought he’d be able to put him to sleep right after. preparing his bottle of milk, he took the milk formula and warm water. then it struck him, “ah, how to do this again?” he sighed, looking at his son, “i don’t suppose you know how to make this, jesse.”

jesse looked at his dad, giving him a teethless smile. johnny snickered out loud, shaking his head and followed his instincts by putting warm water in the bottle and shaking it with the amount of tablespoons according to the can. shaking several droplets of milk onto his skin, he tasted it and concluded it was okay for jesse to drink.

his heart beated slightly, waiting to see jesse’s reaction. he puffed out a relieved sigh when the baby continued to drink as he laid on johnny’s arms.

“this isn’t so bad at all, huh jesse?” johnny shook him gently while jesse just looked at him with his long lashes. “we’re a good team.”

usually babies sleep around 8pm or so, and johnny thought he’d have some alone time after this. but nope! johnny let out a soft grunt when jesse started to cry nonstop, so he checked for any filled diapers or maybe he wasn’t feeling well.

he placed jesse facing him as he patted his back for some comfort. sighing when he finally leaned on his shoulder and hugged him, having hiccups here and there. he sung a lullaby his mom used to sing to him, five minutes passed and his son was sound asleep and he placed a kiss on his head as he turned off the bedroom lights and kept the baby light on.

opening the door to the bathroom, he turned on the showerhead to wash himself all the dirt he received from jesse: soup stain that splashed on his newly bought shirt, pee stain from the diaper disaster after dinner, milk vomit he got by the neck and shoulder, and the difficult phase of putting him to sleep.

he wondered how you were able to do this so flawlessly, and singlehandedly. being a mother was a 24/7 job, tirelessly working around the clock just to provide jesse’s needs. sometimes he was your big baby too, giving him a good dinner after a stressful day at work or giving him sweet embraces and massages to ease his mind.

that was why he wanted to work harder for his little family. and now that you were away, he had to work much harder since it was just him and jesse right now. gosh, how much he missed you.

24/7 during those seven months of love and care you gave was nothing compared to the two days he did. that was a huge difference.

the knob of the showerhead squeaked and johnny tried his hardest not to make a noise as he exited the bathroom. his fingers running through his wet hair made him so refreshed that he felt like he hadn’t showered for ages.

his computer rang, receiving a video call request from you. it was the first time you both have been apart since jesse was born and it was your first week back after maternity leave so johnny quickly clicked the button and answered it. “hi babe.”

he saw you shuffling through your things before you look at the screen, “give me a sec- a whole lotta things here.”

felt like forever, but seeing you made him so relaxed. “cool, take your time.”

you scratched your eyebrow and you swore you could’ve dropped your phone at the sight of your husband, fresh out from the shower with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his hips. “whoa hey,” you smiled, “how’s everything over there? our house hasn’t burn into bits just yet?”

johnny scoffed, taking a seat on his desktop chair and continued to dry his wet locks. “pfft, what do you take me for?” your laugh was contagious for johnny he nearly made a loud snort, “sigh, it’s manageable. our son is a handful, makes me appreciate you more by the second.”

you pouted in joy hearing that, johnny has a way with sweet words that it warmed your heart. even if he was tired from work, he still tried his best to make you smile by his actions. he’d kiss you passionately until jesse cried, give you warm hugs during movie nights, and listened to your complaints.

“i love you, but i know you know that already.” you chuckled, and for a second johnny paused before smirking at you. “what?”

“of course i know, just that it’s the first time you initiated saying it.” johnny smiled, agh i really miss you. “i love you more. when will you be back?”

his raspy voice was so attractive to you that you almost forgot to mention something. “by the way, my flight’s been rescheduled from next monday to tomorrow. work has been quick. your miserable days are soon to be over.”

you almost snorted seeing johnny’s reaction, he was obviously happy yet he attempted to hide it. “that’s.. that’s great! i’m happy for you. earlier the better.”

“i could tell you’re having a great time with jesse that your bags are showing.” you joked and johnny pretended to be hurt.

“hey, jesse is a sweetheart but he could be a terror.” johnny defended, remembering his cute little smile.

“wonder where he got that from.” you sarcastically pinpointed, earning a chuckle from him.

“i swear when you get back-“ he turned his head to the side and heard jesse making a fuss in the next room, sighing a bit before leaving and that made you giggle.

“oh you woke him up.” you teased as you waited a minute or two until he entered your shared bedroom with your son in his arms. “hi baby! how’s my little bear?”

the sound of your voice and your face on the computer screen made your son let out a gurgle and you were glad you were coming home the next day. you missed your boys so you could say you were homesick.

“baby look, mama’s there.” johnny took his little hand waved it at you.

“papa bear hasn’t given you a tough time, has he?” you continued to tease him, seeing him glare at you playfully. “mama misses you my little jesse bear, i’ll see you soon.”

johnny patted jesse’s bottom as he began to rub his eyes, “alright, he’s sleepy again. i gotta hit the sack too. it’s 1:30am here.”

you nodded, “mhm alright, i’m gonna go for lunch and walk around the city. i’m meeting eomma and appa after this.”

he smiled as he heard this, “okay. send my regards to them. we have to visit chicago this december, it’ll be jesse’s first christmas with them.”

“will do.” you gave a flying kiss and wave a goodbye to your boys. “love you both, see you in a bit.”

johnny mirrored your gesture before turning off the pc and readied himself for bed.

“love you too babe. goodnight.”

in love with a monster | johnny | oneshot

pairing: boxer!johnny x nurse!reader

genre: latte, splashes of syrup with hints of americano, some drama on the side haha

bean count: 6.9k (yup it’s my longest fic so far)

warnings: violence, slight mentions of drugs, abuse, etc (bc of the topic). pls scroll down if it’s uncomfortable

a/n: agh i had this on my coffee shelf for ages i thought it was expired lol, i re-brewed it again recently so i added some final touches eheh enjoy your coffee my beans! ☕️━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

people told him to not react, told him to not make things into a big deal, even to the point of bringing unsaid words to a physical state. that was how messed up he was, that he’d put a fist in every petty situation.

it was humiliating to feel that. ten had to watch his best friend being sent to the hospital for countless of times to have his injuries taken care of. the nurses probably named him an ER regular due to the constant fighting. only a few people knew of his reckless breakouts, and his group of friends found it worrisome.

it became much worse when he signed up for boxing. his emotions slowly coming out him and conveyed to another person, resulting them in bruises or bloodied scratches.

yuta was one of the few people in the group to ever receive a punch to the face from the johnny suh. yes, the johnny suh. the people on campus emphasized on ‘the’ because of the fact he acted non-human like. his gaze fierce like it about to attack any second.

johnny knew of those assumptions about him, and he hated the fact that people talked as if they knew him so well. if only they knew what he’d been through, it’ll probably shed some light in his ‘supposed’ darkness that lingered within him.

johnny never saw himself as a person who was reckless. he never intended to be that until he was cornered by seniors in high school as freshman, offering him drugs and telling him to man up and act like one due to his tall figure. he was apparently ‘too soft’ for his tough appearance.

that in a weird sense ticked those seniors off when he rejected them that they started to beat him up five against one. johnny on the other hand, stood up and as if he were possessed by some martial art spirit, fought back violently and his doings resulted him sitting in front of a police officer’s desk.

his parents believed him and because he was still involved in a physical fight he had to be detained for while. johnny never felt so betrayed by the defense system of the city when he was merely defending himself. he was an emotional wreck that his fist fights became worse by time and no one knew when he’d stop. his anger and frustration laid out on someone else that no one knew who was able to tame him.

the only person other than his parents who ever understood his background and encouraged him to change was his coach- mr. jeon. a neighbor he grew up with and a friend of his dad’s. he was the owner of the young people boxing association for people around johnny’s age. he in contrary to all familiar faces johnny knew, saw his strength as a skill and gift (to use as defense as well), and wanted to coach these into a sport he never thought he’d do.

it took a lot of persuading on his parents’ side for him to participate in that, as it was something that’ll possibly trigger his reckless behavior. eventually they were on the same page as long as it was beneficial for him to do something he liked- sports. besides, johnny was passionate about this, so why not?

what his parents didn’t know was that he had secret fights outside of that circle. though it wasn’t frequent, however, it still occured. johnny tried his hardest to keep distance but he always end up tied in the knots, provoked actually. he kept his mouth shut about those encounters, or else the college star- him- of the club would be kicked out.

“hey john, we hanging at your boxing club today, fine with your coach?” jaehyun slung his duffel bag behind him, earning an approving nod from the asked person.

“yeah sure. he signed me up for preliminaries last month and i got in, so we’re preparing for the for quarterfinals that’s happening in two weeks.”

“that’s great, at least you’re not kicking butts outside of this boxing arena.” jaehyun innocently remarked, making johnny hit his head under the table as he retrieved a dropped towel. ironic.

they walked towards the small building sandwiched in between a pharmacy and a coffee shop, which were johnny’s go-to places if he needed a bandaid or a coffee break. mr. jeon’s eyes lit up as he saw johnny and his mates of 6 enter the once quiet ring and made the place livelier. “alright the guys are here! got some pizza, feel free to eat, y’all big rascals.”

johnny wrapped a band on both hands before wearing a mouthpiece and a pair of gloves. his training was about to start and he couldn’t afford to slack off with a slice of pizza. his physique was good enough to last him today’s practice.

“ok john, you ready?” mr. jeon asked, johnny standing in posture until another voice entered the room.

“mr. jeon i’ll leave the keys to the upper classroom here. the little kids just finished their class for today.”

a female voice, johnny thought. he looked to owner of it and never had he stopped to look at something or someone for more than three seconds. because.. in other times, those three seconds were filled with aftereffects of adrenaline from a punch or a knockout he gave to someone.

“ah, yes just leave it there!” he called out, and from his peripheral vision, he noticed johnny was in a daze. he smirked a bit and gestured to the boys to observe him tease the obvious starstricken lad. “y/n! come and meet the guys, also feel free to watch if you’d like.”

“oh yeah sure, i got some time.” you smiled and placed your bottle down before sitting next to a doe eyed guy. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you all.”

johnny looked away before you could even greet him. you didn’t mind though, you already knew who he was. you’ve both only shared a conversation or two at the university anyway.

he was a star pupil and the person who had mr. jeon’s attention since day one that he arrived, wasn’t hard to miss. scrolling through your phone, you decided to check your semester’s schedule.

johnny attempted to glance at you, while mr. jeon readied himself to train his student. had he met you before? did you both attend the same school? he didn’t remember, but you looked like someone he met before. he hopped a bit before facing his coach again, but he wasn’t himself.

he was obviously distracted.

mr. jeon noticed the small gesture he had for two minutes now, internally chuckling before giving johnny a soft nudge on the back of his head. “ey rule number one, always stay focused.”

“i am.” johnny immediately answered, his ears slowly turning crimson.

“clearly on something else.” he smirked, referring to you, “come on, quarterfinals ain’t coming at you that easy, john.”

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“you fancy her- y/n, don’t you?” taeyong chewed as he played with the straws of his bubble milk tea. “among all your practices, last month’s was the one i’d say you were… out of it.”

johnny tilted his head and the corners of his lips tugged up, “not ‘out of it’. it’s just that i haven’t seen her before.”

“are you sure about that? you’ve literally seen tons of girls in this association and at gyms. you must’ve at least encountered her before or just admit that you like her and ask her out already.” mark whined, finally grabbing the rare opportunity for him to tease the guy.

johnny laughed and raised a brow at them, “you’re telling me to ask her out?” he shook his head, “nah, there’s no way she’ll fall for ‘this’.”

“you just gestured to all yourself.” jaehyun mirroring his actions.

“exactly.” johnny chuckled, “with someone having such a reputation like involved in bad fights and bruises and hospital bills and whatnot, there’s no chance.”

“look at you being considerate.” mark giggled, earning himself a slap to the back of his head. “ow, sorry.”

the coffee shop opened and revealed a tired you, the boys turning their attention to johnny and read each others’ minds. “hey y/n! the seat next to johnny is vacant! you can come join us!”

johnny slightly jumped in his seat after hearing jaehyun’s offer, softly asking him to stop as his teeth gritted. “dude quit it!”

“johnny said he doesn’t mind!” jaehyun continued to call out, making johnny’s eyes grow wide.

you smiled and looked at them, “really? it’s okay?”

johnny could only fake a smile.

but his heart couldn’t.

after ordering a cup of maple latte, you walked towards their table and johnny noticed something was off. it was subtle and it only took someone with such experience to see it. johnny had those ‘such’.

you were limping that he stood up and blocked you with his full body. “you need to go to the hospital now.”

“way to go for a conversation starter.” yuta said softly as jaehyun and mark tried their hardest not to snicker, eyes closed shut and mouths either covered or pursed.

“it’s just a sprained ankle, big deal.” you quickly denied quite light heartedly and sat beside him but before your bottom could even rest on the wooden seat, your forearm was yanked upwards by johnny. “ow, what are you doing?”

“just a sprained ankle, huh?” johnny smirked, his eyes spotting a bruise or more on your arm. the boys noticed it too, were you involved in an accident or something? “you’ve done a good job in hiding it.”

your ears heated up and your cheeks slowly burned a little, he got you. “fine.”

johnny groaned while he found out that his friends ditched him at the the foot of the hospital. he placed his hat the other way around where he could see clearly. the area was busy, nurses jogging to get to their patients and doctors getting paged for more incoming patients. he didn’t know where you were taken, so it made sense he’d be lost.

now that he thought about it, him coming here very often must’ve annoyed the ER. speaking of the ER, doyoung’s older brother- gongmyung, approached him.

“when i heard fellow colleagues mentioning you i thought you got yourself into trouble again.” he took off the stethoscope and hung it around his neck. “your girlfriend reflects of you, her bruises were indeed from physical fights.” tilting his head to where you were examined behind a room.

johnny’s ears reddened and his eyebrows rose, looking away. “she’s not my girlfriend.”

“i know.” he chuckled, “i just wanted to see your reaction if i did say so.” he crossed his arms smirking at johnny’s now rosy cheeks, “from the looks of it, it seems like i got my answer. you can go check on her, i got a code blue to catch up on.

johnny could only scoff after the young doctor gave him a playful wink before he made his way to the said room. seeing you all dazed staring at the ceiling. “let me guess, dr. kim told you about reason behind my bruises?”

he pulled a chair close to you before sitting down. “not quite, just that it rooted down to physical fights? never knew you could be reckless.”

you puffed a breath and bit the insides of your mouth, “you could say that.”

“what do you mean?” he asked, and you could only chuckle at the innocent child-like question that came out the lips of a muscular young man.

“i know we see each other at the gym but we never really get the chance to talk if i recall.” you blinked brightly despite your body aching. “i don’t share stuff of my personal life to anyone.”

johnny scratched the back of his head, “sorry, i couldn’t help but notice the ‘subtle’ pain you were trying so hard to hide.”

you giggled and sighed, “alright i changed my mind, i’ll share it to you. you seem harmless in contrast to your looks.”

“i guess i’ll take that as a compliment?” he crossed his arms and waited for you to continue.

he couldn’t see your now changed expression due to his closed eyes- drained and tired from training, your eyes started to glisten as you tried to compose yourself before speaking.

“they’re from my ex-boyfriend.”

johnny’s eyes shot open and stared at you speechlessly.

“what?”

“yeah, he didn’t like that i broke it off with him three months ago so.. that’s that i guess?” johnny stayed quiet, watching you look out the window to wipe small tears that couldn’t wait a second to fall. he chose to be that way since you weren’t finished with your storytelling. and he swore he wished he changed the topic immediately.

“my ex-boyfriend was park seoham. his name ring a bell?”

ring a bell? of course it did. johnny’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw clenched and you could see the tensed demeanor he was having. he hadn’t heard that name in a while, let alone wanted to. the senior that tormented his freshmen years by getting him do to drugs and be involved in childish, unneccessary gang fights.

“too familiar,” johnny leaned forward, his elbows touching his knees as he saw your face change in horror that he knew who your ex was. before you could even say anything, he took his shirt into his hands and started to strip-

“hey whoa-” you covered your eyes, only to hear johnny chuckle from your reaction.

“chill, i’ll show you something.” johnny lifted his shirt halfway just by his abs. a scar that was about 3 inches long marked that area, and from the looks of it, it seemed permanent. “this- right here, was caused by him. park seoham was my senior in high school. used to be involved in a lot of things that i got dragged on.”

“sorry.” you sighed, “i guess we got our own fair share of disasters from him.”

there was an awkward silence between the two of you since the only mutual topic you’ve discussed on was about your ex-boyfriend. johnny didn’t know how to converse any further, because he was actually a wreck in front of you.

how can someone so fragile and decent fall in love with a monster like park seoham? from what he knew, only the feeble minded would hang out with the likes of him and his gang. who was he to judge anyway, it wasn’t like he knew you as much.

but because someone like you who was fragile and decent earned those unneccessary bruises sparked something in him that he wanted to protect you. he wanted to know you more.

at first, he didn’t know whether to pursue being friends with you while you had connections with the person he despised before (hesistation, really). though what role had you play with it back then when clearly you weren’t in the right condition at the moment. so guessed he wanted to give it a try.

“out of topic but..” you turned to look at him, “when this is all over, i mean when- you’re, out of here.. wanna hang out for coffee?”

you let out a giggle that made him slightly confused, “we would’ve earlier if you hadn’t brought me here. but yeah, i’d like that.”

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four months passed and it was funny how you and johnny grew closer by time. you’d meet him at the university during lunch breaks and have study sessions, even though you both have very different majors.

his parents liked how their son was happier than he was two years ago. somehow they thanked you for giving him a chance to find new friendship in a rather messed up version of him. you even find yourself staying late at night at his place to binge watch a lot of movie trilogies, just like how best friends act during the weekends.

sometimes, you both would go on a food trip out of the city. other times, schedules would clash so the timing had to be changed.

by this point, you’ve both taken a liking on each other. johnny felt like he found a long lost soulmate. he admired the fact that you compliment his wavelength and how he matched yours. as rumors about him in the past were worrisome to you and would like keep distant as much as possible, that was thrown under the bus by now because johnny was totally different.

he was a dork, the cute kind.

“that’s not how you throw a punch, sweetcakes.” johnny called out, clearly teasing at how you were so lazy and ‘not interested’ in boxing. “come on girl, you can do better than that!”

“what are you, my dad? so bossy.” you snickered, fixing the velcro straps on the gloves with your teeth to tighten the grip. screw big gloves, you thought, going back to the equipment room to get another pair.

jaehyun and yuta caught johnny’s reaction seeing you do that because apparently for him, it was… hot. and the fact that they caught it on video made them let out waves of laughter. “look at how tensed up johnny hyung is.”

“he’s so turned on.” yuta covered held his stomach from laughing too hard, “you think he’d survive one session?”

“what the heck, hyung?” jaehyun’s ears reddened at the implication, his low chuckles made him snort quite a bit.

“i meant if he could last-“

“shut up i can hear you guys!” johnny glared at the two, approaching them as jaehyun hid his phone in his pocket. “do your asses need a beat up?”

“dude, you’ve been distracted. we get ya bro, she’s really got you into her.” yuta wrapped his arms around the guy, squeezing his biceps to change his attention on you instead of them ratting his unsaid feelings. “so can you really last-“

“alright you asked for it.” johnny pushed him away, readying his arms to really give the boy an ass whooping of his life-

“ok my gloves are changed-” you called out as you exited the equipment room. “johnny?”

johnny held back when he heard your voice, and yuta and jaehyun could hear heralds of angels singing because you- a goddess, saved them both from disaster - no pun intended.

“are you sure you want me to throw you a punch?” you pursed your lips, “just because mr. jeon’s on paternity leave doesn’t mean i’m his subsitute. besides, aren’t the other guys more capable to be your boxing bag?”

“sshh, they’ll be heartbrokened if they hear you say that.” he held your head with his hands, “okay, now throw me some punches. you say you’re so strong.”

“you pushy.” you playfully punched his chest, johnny letting a groan out as you did so, seeing jaehyun and yuta jokingly pouting their lips at you before going into the eating area.

ten and mark entered the gym with food in their hands, keeping note that everyone called for a chinese take-out tonight. ten squinted his eyes at the ring, snickering at the sight of you and johnny practicing boxing. it was amusing because you didn’t look like the part who’d be throwing punches, until he remembered something.

“what’s y/n’s last name again?” he asked the younger boy, placing the styrofoam boxes on the table. “i can’t really remember.”

mark hummed, “i saw her name at a roster sheet by the student club recruitment board. ah- it’s.. it’s at the tip of my tongue. i just can’t put a finger around it.”

“it’s y/l/n.” taeyong came in with drinks after locking the car at the port outside. “you guys know the brazilian jiu-jitsu legendary fighter ‘lion fist’? she’s the granddaughter.”

the four boys looked at taeyong. “oh right-”

“what?!”

“really?!”

“ha!?”

“oi!!”

mark laughed in excitement before dropping everything. “dude- does johnny hyung- hahah oh my g- know? johnny hyung!”

ten looked at johnny, who responded to mark’s call “uh mark, i don’t think he knows-”

you used your leg to hit johnny’s ankle that it caught him off guard, making him fall to the ground while you landed on top of him, earning shocked reactions from the other boys. your legs straddled his upper body on a mount position while you put his hands into crosshold, while your right arm glided underneath his head as you lower your chest, pinning him down. this move- was one of the first offence attack your grandfather taught you as a child: the ezekiel choke.

“rule number one, always stay focused.” you smirked at him, receiving the same reaction from the boy.

johnny gave up by tapping out, immediately shocked by your attempt to give him an offence attack. “seriously? jiu-jitsu? i only do muay thai, you cheater.”

“you were distracted, johnny. had to shake you out of it somehow.” you winked at him as you took your gloves and bands of your hands. “let’s eat, shall we?”

as you excused yourself to the girls’ washroom, jaehyun and yuta held their laughs after many times today. it was so contagious that the other three knew what their gimmick was. yuta nudged the dimpled boy, “bro, did you get that on camera?”

“sure did, bro.” jaehyun shook his phone, giggling a low laugh.

yuta gave the boy a high five, “told you he wouldn’t last-“

“shut up you douchebags.” johnny squeezed the sides of the two younger ones while they whined with the stinging pain, panting after that shock of his life. “she did a killer move back there.”

yuta wrapped his arm around johnny again, “come on john, don’t tell me that didn’t turn you on? she was on t-”

“ah up up up!” johnny shushed yuta as he spotted you exiting the restroom, wiping excess sweat with a towel you borrowed. “hey.”

“thanks for lending me spare clothes, ten. tell your sister i owe her.” you said grabbing a lunch box before carrying your bag. “i’d love to stay but i have to go hit the sack. i’m beat.”

johnny pulled a face when you straight up ignored him and it wasn’t hard to miss that mark, yuta, and taeyong started laughing. then he noticed the two looking at one area of your body- a bruise. and johnny was quick enough to act and wrap his towel around you, making you become startled at his gesture.

“yeah looks like we have a marathon of movies to finish, don’t we?” johnny chuckled through gritted teeth, giving your arm a squeeze.

you put on a fake smile yet have no idea what this boy was up to. so you decided to play along, “oh right, we do. let’s go? i’ll get the car ready.”

yuta squinted his eyes at johnny, smirking once again. “johnny, was that a hickey-”

“i swear yuta, you’re such a pain in the-”

“okay okay! it isn’t. geez.” he chuckled as he chewed on his fried rice, giving up at teasing him.

the night was nearing and the sun was already setting. the drive to your place was quiet and by the time you got in front of your house. you took your bag onto the backseat of johnny’s car before turning to him. “okay what was that all about, draping me with your towel earlier..”

“you tell me,” he started, gulping water from his bottle.

“if it’s about me pulling you a jiu-jitsu move then i’m sorry i didn’t speak of it sooner.”

“well that.. and another thing.” he closed the cap but you took the bottle and drank from it as well. “that bruise.. seemed recent.”

“well duh, i had it from the punches received from the kids’ training.” you said, combing your hair back. “those little punks-“

johnny crossed his arms, “i know a fresh bruise when i see one.” he didn’t want to assume because he didn’t want for it to be real. but with the way that you were being all defensive, said otherwise. “you’ve been seeing him, haven’t you?”

you slightly choked on your water and thank heavens he didn’t notice it. “who? seoham? i haven’t seen him as of late.”

“really? why lie to me? we’ve been practicing together for fun and you haven’t got any bruise til now-“

“and what if it is? what will you do?” you spat. “can’t it just be a normal bruise i got from hitting myself accidentally by the corner from i don’t know- my drawer?”

“can it be true that that’s the case?” johnny rebutted, “or you’re planning to change and state the real reason?”

your face turned sour at the current conversation you were having with johnny. “what gives? i’m stating the truth that i haven’t been meeting him.”

“because if you’re the granddaughter of the legendary lion fist you’d be able to defend yourself months before we met.” he raised his voice, hurt by the fact that you hid something from him after months of being close friends, considering you as someone he cares a lot for. “or have you been meeting him since we crossed paths?”

you sighed, not understanding why johnny was acting up, “okay fine. you got me.” you raised your hands, “i’ve been seeing him, but not in the way you think.”

“then what was the past few month of us then?” johnny placed his hands on his hips. “did you guys somehow manage to patch up during the times we hung out? or were you just using me as rebound just to get back at him?”

“r-rebound?” your chest hurt at the accusation, “there’s no way i’d use you as rebound because if anything, what we did was real.”

“oh really now? like how you pretended not to know any martial arts or when you skipped our planned meetups so that i don’t know- you could meet up with him? were any of those part of your realness?”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he was insanely getting into your nerves, so you raised your voice as well. “look i don’t know why you’re acting like this, this bruise is just a minor hit.”

“a minor hit? really? you had history with the guy!” johnny’s blood boiled and he was sure he popped a vessel.

“johnny, let’s just take a breather, shall we-” you covered your eyes with your arm as a passing vehicle drove by the both of you.

“even if it was a minor hit doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt.” johnny looked at you, even with all the tension between the two of you, you could still see the sincerity he felt in his eyes.

so you decided to tell him the truth.

you sighed as you rubbed your forehead, “okay. i wasn’t being complete honest with you, johnny.” you shifted your position to lean against a pole while he stood across from you, arms crossed as he mirrored your position by his car.

“when we first conversed at the hospital the day you got me admitted, i told you park seoham and i broke it off.” johnny nodded, waiting for you to continue. “we did, but i’ve been seeing him not because i wanted him back in my life but because right after our breakup, he got into a car accident and got hurt… big time. he didn’t want any other nurses but requested for me to get him through rehab.”

“sounds possessive.” johnny stretched, “he got hit real bad, huh?”

“so bad to the point that he only remembers my name.” you said, hearing it come out from your mouth left a bitter feeling. “guess it was just out of pity for me to help him, given that he ended up like that. this bruise happened because it was a muscle memory for him to do defense and somehow he doesn’t remember any of the bad things he did.”

now johnny wanted to gag after hearing that, “must be good on him, but for the people he victimized for his thrill and fun in the past? don’t think so.”

you walked closer to him, patting his shoulder. “he’s changing for the better.”

johnny’s brows met, change? as if. “he left a scar on me that made me hospitalized for three months that i almost didn’t graduate high school. how’s that for a change?”

“i know it must be hard to take this all in.” you sighed as your lips quivered, “i didn’t say anything before because of all the trauma you had with him. i also wanted to get over him and start anew but the hospital won’t shut up about him, so i had to go back. you have to trust me on this johnny.”

johnny held your hand and gripped it, you let out a sigh of relief knowing that he understood, until he let go slowly. “trust you? y/n, i don’t know whether to trust you anymore after this. i trusted you enough before but all these unsaid info.. it’s too much. call me petty but as i said earlier, it doesn’t change the fact that you got hurt.”

he stood up and straightened his posture, “you have to trust me when i say this though. i reacted because i care so much about you, so much that i wanted to protect you from harm, to the point that it was almost obssessive then i realized it was actually love. but a lot of things were revealed to me tonight and something dawned on me.”

you gulped nervously as tears welled, this isn’t good.

“i wasted my time and effort on you.” he sadly revealed, “here i was thinking i could be the hero who needed to save the girl he befriended and eventually loved. only to see that she can courageously handle herself, i’ll applaud you, really. the world needs more girls like that. i’m probably just being hopeful that i ended up looking like a idiot who’d never get that chance.”

before you could even say anything, he started the engine and drove off.

your chest hurted so much, just how stupid and messed up could you get? you covered your mouth to stop it from quivering but damn were you too late for that. tears fell at the guilt you felt and the dishonesty you did towards johnny was plain selfish, you only cared about yourself. if anything came out of that conversation,

was that you were the monster that hurted him.

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johnny hadn’t heard from you since that night. now that mr. jeon’s back from paternity leave, he’d rather focus on practice for the semi-finals and make a name for himself. like boxing, you were just another round he had to go through.

“you sure about that?” johnny was shaken from his thoughts as held the punching bag from swinging back at him. ten approached his best friend with a bottle of water in hand. “you really should keep your thoughts to yourself, this gym’s pretty quiet, y’know?”

johnny rolled his eyes at the suggestion, “trust me the last time i kept my thoughts intact with my brain i got my heart broken.”

“how you coping up though? we haven’t seen y/n come by recently after your quote on quote fight.” he held up his fingers, only to see johnny punch the bag harder. “guess i shouldn’t have asked?”

“it’s cool, it’s been a month now actually.” johnny hopped around the bag to get new punches out. “i’m all good.”

“really? ‘cause you’ve been throwing punches at the bag for a bloody month.” ten shrugged, taking a seat at the corner of the ring. “even mr. jeon couldn’t get you to snap out of it.”

“what do you mean? coach jeon and i have been training since then.”

“agh i mean the guys miss y/n! especially yuta and jaehyun!“ ten waved his arms exaggeratedly.

“you mean they miss me and y/n having the so-called tension?” johnny clicked his tongue, “they should keep their fantasies to themselves, geez.”

ten threw a towel at him, “i know semi-finals is in a few days and finals in a month. if you’re so busy fighting matches why not fight for your love life? you miss y/n more than anyone.”

johnny curled his tongue as he held a punch, “she’s a distraction.”

“sigh for a buff and strong guy like you, you’re still too soft.” ten groaned, “i’m done playing cupid!! you can cry your remaining days being loveless.”

johnny took a break, drinking the remaining water from the bottle when he spotted text message from mr. jeon:

coach jeon: “john, your rival’s been decided. check your email, please.”

as you worked at the university hospital, one of the few sophomores who actually had an opportunity to do so. you were actually quite happy you’ve kept yourself busy, well, your thoughts really. in all honesty though, you still pondered about johnny and he was up to.

you even thought about making up with him, but it was too awkward to show up at the gym after a month as if nothing had happened between you two. you shook your head to get out of overthinking. time will tell, y/n. you told yourself.

flicking your hands after washing them, you tore a piece of tissue paper before entering the rehab center. the corner of your mouth raised a little after seeing seoham waving at you walking with crutches. “nurse y/n! my favorite!”

in a panic, you jogged up to and slightly hit his shoulder. “quiet, your voice’s too loud. besides, i’m like the only nurse you know.”

he giggled with a snort as he adjusted his ankle wrap, “well true.. anyway dr. kim just stopped by earlier and said that i’m gonna be discharged tomorrow.”

“oh really?” you asked, checking his records, “good on you, eight months of rehab did something.”

he smiled a toothy grin and blushed a little, walking towards his room. “yeah, because of you.” not noticing you almost dropped the papers. “so when this all ends, i mean when i’m out of here… wanna grab coffee?”

your head never whipped so fast at the unncanny offer the young man just made, looking away. “i- uh.”

“or you’d rather hang out and have coffee with johnny suh?” your eyes widened as cold chills creeped up your spine. this voice.. was the old seoham. “think i wouldn’t notice?

“whatever you mean?” you feigned innocence, but that’s too late for now, wasn’t it?

“you’re not the only person i remember so clearly, y/n.” his facial aura changed, and just like before, he scared you. “johnny suh, seems like you know him. maybe even got tangled with him somehow? romantically? or have you guys even-”

“what do you want, seoham?” you gripped your board, staring at him firmly so that he wouldn’t see you give in so easily.

he clicked his tongue, “eh well, nothing really. felt like i had some unfinished business with him. not because you and him have been meeting up. no no.” you pressed your lips together, “his mere existence is a threat to me. so i have been doing research on your days off.”

“stay away from him,” your voice shook, breath hitching a little.

“how could i when you lead me straight right to him?” he leaned forward towards you. “i noticed all your little moves, sweet y/n. your little chats on the phone when i was ‘sleeping’? or what was the most recent one?” he tapped his chin, “the heated argument you guys had that night a month ago?”

you looked at him with widened eyes, trying to recall how he managed to know about that. then it came to you:

the car that drove by with the flashing headlights.

“no..”

“finally caught on, haven’t we.. sweetcakes?”

you flinched at the nickname, only johnny called you that. what right-

“dr. shin, my personal PT- said i’m all good for boxing. i could even start as early as tomorrow perhaps. given that the semi-finals is in a few days.” he chuckled before showing you an email he received.

“young people boxing association semi-finals: university division: park seoham vs. johnny suh.”

what?

“you can’t join that!” you gasped, “you’re still in rehab and can’t engage in any physical activities.”

seoham laughed in a low tone, “you underestimate me, y/n. before johnny suh came along beating everyone’s asses it was me who’s undefeatable.” he held your chin, “i should be thanking you, making our paths cross again.”

“you’re such a jerk, seoham. you always were a monster.” you said bitterly, holding your tears.

“but you fell in love with this monster.” he gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead as you pushed him away. “aw, was that you and johnny boy’s form of love action? sorry to barge in.”

“you should’ve stayed dead-”

“oh but i’m alive more than ever! you’re my angel.”

you opened the door and rushed out, wiping your tears. going to the locker room, you changed into your clothes and sent a text to taeyong that you’d be stopping by the gym.

“hey look y/n just texted, said that she’ll be stopping over.” taeyong announced and immediately looked for johnny. “where’s john?”

“he just left!” mark replied while playing with ten on ps5.

you cursed to yourself and ran as fast as you could so that you could catch up with johnny. this was all your fault, just how could you face him when you’ve hurted him and now it was seoham who was going to hurt him to extreme?

you search in every nook and cranny of the city for him, “where is he?” you stopped running, panting so much that gasped for air. johnny where are you? you ran again to look for him until you spotted a tall guy with a figure you so recognized… and missed.

“johnny?” you called out, and how your chest squeezed at the sight of him.

he turned around, quite shocked seeing you all tired. “y/n?”

“don’t go to the semi finals!” you cried, “seoham is going to be there.”

“so?” he sounded bitter and you didn’t blame him, “probably another park seoham, you know there’s a lot people with same names. we’re not in a small world, y/n.”

“no, it’s the park seoham. my ex, the person you hated, he- you gotta believe me!”

“i don’t know.” he shrugged, “one person can’t recover from a fatal car crash and recover less than a year.”

“not seoham, he’s different. please you have to forfeit the match.” you said as johnny gave you sour face.

“why should i listen to you?”

“because i don’t want you- the man i love to be hurt anymore!” you finally confessed and groaned as you wiped your face. “i don’t want things to change because of what i did and i’m sorry if i hurted you.”

“she finally got the hint now, john?” you turned to see seoham in crutches, smiling at johnny and you weren’t believing what you were seeing.

“yeah, thanks to you. can’t believed it worked.” johnny let out a sigh of relief.

your mouth went agape and you were frustrated right now. “what the- what the hell?”

johnny chuckled, took your wrist and pulled you close to him, wrapping you in a hug. “scared, sweetcakes?”

you patted his chest repeatedly until he let go, “again, what the hell?”

johnny looked at seoham and shrugged, “guess i was being dishonest. after our argument, i went to visit seoham just to see if he really did change for the better as you stated and to make peace with him.” holding his laugh seeing your startled expression, “he did. it took some convincing on my part but yeah, i guess we’re okay.”

seoham scratched his head in embarrassment, “i don’t know what history we had but he seemed to know you when he stopped by at the hospital. and we just.. talked. then i found out you guys were having a lover’s quarrel, so i talked to him about pranking you a bit. my idea. plus, lover boy here is a coward.”

you squinted your eyes at them, shaking your head. you must be dreaming. “wh- what about the email?”

“fake copy.” johnny showed you the legit one. “my real opponent’s matthew kim. from seoul national.”

you blinked, “then how did you-” pointing at seoham, know about the argument?”

“johnny told me.” he blinked back at you, his face showing no signs of deceit.

you tilted your head, whispering to yourself, “then it wasn’t the blinding lights?”

johnny chuckled, “sorry, must be a lot to take in.” making you scowl at the enunciation he made, then you realized something.

“ah, haha.” you combed your hair back again with your hands. “is this about getting even, johnny?”

he just smirked at you for an answer.

“that’s so low!” you threw a punch at his chest, him holding your hand before you even did so and hugged you once again. “that was so real, what the hell…”

“sorry,” he laughed and seoham signaled him his exit. he nodded at the forgiven person before nuzzling his face on your neck. “didn’t i tell you? my major is acting.”

you pushed yourself away from him, “oh my gosh john- you’re the worst! i’m leaving!”

johnny pulled you to him once again before kissing you on the lips, “don’t. you still owe me movie trilogies to watch.”

you puffed your cheeks, “fine. let’s go.”

johnny turned around, looking for certain people. “guys, you got that on video?

yuta and jaehyun gave him a thumbs up, snickering at their little boys’ play.

“sure did!”

“yup!”

johnny looked at you after hearing his name call from your lips before jogging up to you.

“she’ll never hear the end of it.”

[11:50] within the minutes, the tension between you, johnny, and your friends rose little by little. that question you asked caught johnny off guard. he didn’t know why but he felt disappointed and it was irritatingly inexplainable on his part.

it made him grit his teeth, as if he wanted to say something but no words seemed to come out of his mouth. his eyebrows met in frustration just thinking about it. you looked so familiar yet you were so distant. his eyes drifted from your face to your hand. the clenching of your hand on your chest gave it away that you were uncomfortable.

all the reason for him to pick up the hint that he needed to leave right now and not make you weirded out because of his mere presence.

“s-sorry.” he stuttered, “i-i think should leave.”

johnny exited the little circle your friends shortly gathered in, his group looking at you intensely and with pity. your eyes welled and you couldn’t say anything. as you excused yourself to the toilet, you told the girls not to follow you. you needed the time alone.

“it’s so hard to just watch them both suffer. we can’t even do anything.” mark groaned, mouth slightly quivering.

“if i were her, i could never handle the trauma and crap she went through.” kun sighed, combing his hair back before placing his hands on his hips.

yeri looked up with tears almost falling, “who could? she had to lie to the person she loved and owed her life to.”

jaehyun pressed his lips, “and she’s carrying the guilt she wasn’t even meant to carry in the first place.”

you stared at yourself through the mirror, you couldn’t even fathom anything. your head was all empty until johnny appeared in front of you after months.

ah crap.

the sight of the man you loved made your heart pierce wide open, it was stinging and painful that your breathing lost control. by the time you exited the toilet you were heaving, it was getting harder to breathe and you wanted to escape, bumping into several students along the way.

johnny..johnnysuh..

you haven’t said his name in a while and right now that was the only word you so wanted, craved for, desperate to see and be in his arms.

you could’ve been though, if it weren’t for the accident that almost costed your life yet put johnny’sin shambles and pieces, pieces that lasted years mostly had you in it but went away in split seconds.

seeing him right now would mean blaming yourself and that guilt would envelope you like a blanket. but damn those feelings hurt so much you wanted it to stop.

you wanted to see him, you wanted johnny.

“y/n?”

no way..he shouldn’t remember you, correct?

“it’s y/n, right?”

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[11:45] you stood by your locker, sighing because the ringing in your head seemed restless. aimlessly staring at a distance made you hear the chewing you did inside your gums.

yeri was worried, looking at you every now and then just to check your state. “y/n, we have to eat.” flinching as you unknowingly slammed your locker, sighing more than ever. she turned to seulgi with teary eyes, “eonni, she’s not getting any better.”

she patted her shoulder before wrapping her arm around her even though she has books on the other. “she will be, it just takes time.”

you went to the cafeteria, quickly grabbing whatever food your eyes landed on. a rough group of boys caught your attention- the hot sporty ones, as fellow schoolmates called them so.

one boy dressed in a black tee stood out not just because of his height, but because he was staring at you since he stepped foot. the way he stared at you made you feel nostalgic so you averted your eyes.

his name’s johnny. everyone knew him as the surf guy, well-mannered, and handsome. he didn’t even plan on breaking eye contact with you until you did. “johnny… keeps looking this way, it’s weird, and awkward.”

sooyoung patted your hands, pressing her lips to a thin line, “why not talk to him?” and as soon as she suggested this, johnny walked towards your table.

“sure..” you said, straightening your body as he approached closer.

taeyong and the rest of the guys just behind him and walked to seulgi was, “why did you let y/n be? you know they can’t meet.”

“it’s troubling her, don’t you see?” she reasoned, “she’s been sighing since-”

“hi, i’m johnny.” they whipped their heads to their friend, and their chests never felt so hurt seeing him introduce himself to you with a smiling face. the air around them never felt so tense and never had they ever expected this to happen so soon. even so, the innocent look on johnny made them feel bad.

they looked to you, who was clenching your chest.

“i’m sorry, but… do i know you?”

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ᵕ̈corretto pantryᵕ̈

-> who says coffee can’t have alcohol? add an extra shot of espresso, we’ll be all over the place hahah ᵕ̈ corretto scenarios are mostly fun and comedy and hyperactive.. but don’t have too much ＼(≧▽≦)／ masterlist

ʚraining cats and dogs ɞ — ordered oneshot

➙you and johnny clash heads most of the time, and somehow it’s normal

ʚdon’t you dare ɞ — ordered oneshot

➙johnny takes some measures to find out why you avoid him

ʚpepero kiss ɞ — oneshot

➙as you’re busy with your projects, johnny is needy for some attention

ღ*latte pantry*ღ

-> milk froth is like the stars, add a dash of espresso is like the unknown, a mix of two brings you to another universe that warms your heart. here’s the pantry full of au’s ღೃ masterlist

ʚto burn your bridges ɞ — oneshot

➙spy and mafia au with romance building up

ʚthe music in me ɞ — oneshot

➙pianist!johnny and singer!reader reunites in university

ʚi got you ɞ — mini coffee

➙a short halloween au

ʚin love with a monster ɞ — oneshot

➙a world where johnny is a boxer and you’re a nurse

ʚcoming home ɞ — oneshot

➙ an au where johnny looks after his son while you’re away for work

☽⋆americano pantry⋆☽

-> strong, bitter coffee that leaves a heavy feeling in your tastebuds. very much suited for a rainy day ☽ or if you just feel angsty masterlist

ʚ80/20 ɞ — oneshot

➙ your relationship with johnny was on rocks, it’s not too long until someone breaks first.

ʚexes confront each other ɞ — oneshot

➙ a sequel to 80/20, you and johnny meet at a studio after a year or so.

ʚwe were there ɞ — oneshot

➙ you and johnny were members of the high school debate club, and were previously linked.

ʚno more ɞ — mini coffee

➙ a heated argument in the car caused tension to rise.

ʚone step ɞ — oneshot

➙ you and johnny have a big event of a lifetime.

ʚexpectations ɞ — oneshot (ordered)

➙johnny wanted you, you wanted him. will this relationship at the studio bring you two together?

ʚred & blue ɞ — oneshot

➙ known as opposites, johnny finally decides to pop you a question.

ʚi saw an angel ɞ — oneshot

➙ johnny works as a ceo and is also a full time father to his sickly daughter.

ʚclarity ɞ — oneshot

➙ a breakup where johnny searches you for clarity in your relationship.

*♡syrup pantry♡*

-> sugar, spice, and everthing nice. have some syrup to sweeten up your day / night! here are some fluffy/ heartfelt scenarios for you to enjoy ♡ masterlist

ʚattention ɞ — oneshot

➙ a sudden double date leads you to be paired up with the volleyball heartthrob, johnny suh.

ʚpresent ɞ — oneshot

➙ a christmas shopping spree with johnny, your best friend.

ʚsweet truth ɞ — oneshot

➙mixed emotions with quarantine drove everyone crazy, even you. little did you know, something sweet came out of it.

ʚokay with it ɞ — oneshot

➙there were unsaid feelings between you and your childhood crush. he felt the same too, but are you both sure you’re okay with it?

ʚcover up ɞ — mini coffee

➙johnny cooks you- who is a chef, some breakfast one morning.

ʚi like you, jerk ɞ — oneshot

➙ people called you a tsundere. johnny knew that. except he didn’t know who could melt that persona.

ʚfool ɞ — oneshot

➙ a heartbroken you gets drunk one night and johnny comes to the rescue.

ʚstay with me ɞ — oneshot

➙ a fever stricken johnny calls you in to look after him

pepero kiss | johnny | mini coffee

pairing: johnny x reader

genre: corretto with syrup! very sugary ☕️

bean count: 775

a/n: i have a week off which sucks cuz bye money but here’s a delayed valentine’s coffee special for you enjoy reading my lovely beans!

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midterms, projects, presentations. that usual cycle of college students have to repeat in the span of four to five years. and all you wanted was to have a well deserved break after everything’s done.

you stretched your legs on johnny’s couch, staying at his apartment was only supposed to be during the afternoon. though that plan had failed because you went rollerskating with your girls prior to coming here. you wanted to leave after having dinner with him but he insisted that you stay the night because your apartment was stations away.

johnny looked at your studious self, typing away on your laptop while you listened to lofi-music. as for him, he already finished his projects and homeworks an hour before you started, so he was pretty free.

he sometimes would tease you for not completing every project after him, and he found it cute that you were so competitive about it. you were competing with the rank one of your major.

also he was kind of frustrated at you, not because you were catching up with your deadline and putting other things first than your studies, but because he wanted your attention for almost two and a half hours.

usually you’d give him glances and sweet smiles if you needed a break. however, tonight was just not that night. johnny sighed out loud on purpose just to make you notice him. he opted the decision to give you any physical contact, ‘cause the last time he did so he got a painful smack on his newly inked tattoo.

you tried so hard not to giggle at your pacing boyfriend, his reaction to not being noticed was funny for you. and even if you did pay him any attention, you wouldn’t be 90% finished as you were now. so you thought to tease him for a while.

when you finally held the cover of your laptop, johnny immediately looked to see if you were done. only to be disappointed once again to see you getting your notes from a folder.

“ah, i’ll just watch some tv while you work.” he dramatically said, reaching for the remote control before realizing it was pepero day. so he went to the pantry and grabbed a box of it.

he knew it was your weakness since you started dating and he knew how much you can’t resist it. the familiar sound of plastic rustling made you look at johnny for the first time in two hours, and snickered at you as he took a bite of a pepero stick and winked at you.

you didn’t know whether to laugh to be disgusted but you just awkwardly looked away. not wanting to show johnny that you wanted one. you closed your laptop and walked towards him, attempting to get the box from him.

ha, it worked.

johnny smirked, “babe, you have to finish your project then you can get a reward.”

you pulled a puffed face at him and johnny swore he wanted to drop everything to hug and kiss you. “i’m already done, so i can have my reward.” you said as you took the box of pepero from him, putting one stick in your mouth.

johnny squinted his eyes and pulled your hairtie off towards the ends of your hair. you gasped as you halted in your steps and held his hands, johnny used this opportunity to pull you gently towards him and turned you around.

you stared at him as he wrapped his arm around your waist, the pepero stick still in between your lips. he smiled at you with his light brown eyes. and he leaned closer to you that you assumed he wanted to try the pepero kiss. so you automatically closed your eyes.

he took the biscuit away that as you opened your eyes, he shook his head and waved the chocolate stick at you. “that’s not the reward i’m talking about.”

“hm?”

johnny grasped your body tighter and locked his lips with yours. you almost forgot how soft they were that you wanted to stay like this a little bit longer, which you did, for two minutes.

you licked your lips and coughed shyly, blinking at the ground not noticing he placed the biscuit in his mouth. you took the box from his other hand, wanting to have a snack after finishing your work.

“ah..” you whined as you turned to look at him, “that was the last one?!”

johnny looked at you mischievously, fiddling the biscuit in his teeth. “mhm.”

“babe i want one.” you chuckled, earning a hum from him.

“sure.. but you have to do the pepero kiss with me first.”

a spark maybe | johnny | ch.27

a spark maybe: ch. 27

coffee line: after floods of photos sent to you after that new years eve party, your once quiet life is soon to have a kickstart with the famous jock johnny suh. will there be a spark in your love life?

a/n: john and y/n wat u both doin?

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[20:37]johnny sat by his couch in his dimmed mini studio apartment, bummed with the fact he couldn’t go home for christmas to spend time with his family.

weather reports showed that this holiday would be filled with a snowstorm, making it impossible for any transport to make it through. somehow he regretted not booking earlier, now he had to face having to spend the holiday alone.

his friends were probably already eating dinner and playing games right now, while he was just playing on his nintendo switch; changing games every thirty minutes just to ease his boredom.

he was about to win the level when the doorbell rang, making him crease his forehead and walk to the door.

“hi, i know this is sudden but do you have any eggs by any chance?” he heard an unfamiliar young lady ask in front of him. he was taken aback on how attractive she was once he got a good look on her, wearing an apron and hair tied up in a bun. “s-sorry, that was uh, rude. i’m y/n. i just moved in next door earlier this week.”

johnny smiled and stared at you quite intensly before snapping out of it. “uh, johnny. and yes i have eggs, um how many do you need?”

“just three. is that alright?” you asked, feeling embarrassed.

“i don’t mind, i don’t really cook much.” handing you the requested item as you thanked him before smiling and said goodbye.

when the door closed, johnny couldn’t believe it. he was smittened at first sight. he was sure he has seen you at campus before but never knew your name. after tonight, he was sure he wanted to see you again.

another doorbell sounded and he immediately opened the door. “sorry, too soon?” you asked, “i’m- uh, missing some flour as well. do you have-”

“yes!”johnny exclaimed, startling you a little and you just chuckled, “a bag enough?”

“yeah. thank you, johnny.”

the sound of his name made him bit his lower lip, “no biggie.”

he felt so child-like, combing his hair in disbelief and covering his face with forearm. “ah, she was in my minors.”

twenty minutes later, he could smell the scent of baked cookies filled the whole floor. and as stupidly smittened as he was, he sat by the door in case you came by ringing his doorbell again.

*ring*

oh how he smiled so wide knowing he was right.

“i’m actually alone this christmas,” you heard him say. “snowstorm.”

“me too.” you bit your lip, “i believe it’s a tradition to give something to your neighbors if one moves in?”

he nodded, “i don’t mind the company and the cookies a few hours before christmas.”

you smiled, johnny was someone you really wanted to befriend, seeing him at campus got you thinking he was going to be someone special.

“then i’ll invite myself in.”

“cool, i’d like that very much.”

clarity | johnny | oneshot

pairing: johnny x reader

coffee type: americano (pre-ordered)

bean count: 2.3k+

a/n: hello my beans! i’m back with a pre-ordered americano from this lovely request! this is pure americano so lemme know if this leaves quite an aftertaste

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being alert was a trait you were proud of. reliant came after, then maintenance. put those together you felt like you were useful to anyone you meet. you were praised because of it, thankfully your nose didn’t grow long- you were too humble.

though when there were good traits, there were definitely bad ones. and that… you’d rather not discuss.

the meeting you had at the law firm all morning finally ended that you were on the way for lunch when your new junior approached you. ah, here we go again. “miss y/n, that’s the man who’s been calling, asking for you for days. aren’t you going to talk to him?”

you licked your lips to moisten them, hearing the same greeting from her. how many times did you have to repeat yourself? “miss joanne shin, i appreciate that you’re doing your job. but i’ve already told you i’m not interested.”

“alright.” she sighed, “but please do tell him that personally. the more he calls here, people may think you have owed someone money.” gesturing to the desperate guy with her head point.

golly, golly, if only she knew. can’t help it though, she’d only been here for three months.

as she strolled off for her lunch, you took your id and scanned it on the reader before walking out, completely ignoring the loud constant calls of your name.

“y/n!” he called out, his echoes spreading through the vast ceiling but you continued on walking towards the entrance of the building.

you could feel eyes shooting daggers from fellow colleagues, clearly not oblivious to what they were witnessing. the man’s been visiting on and off for almost two weeks and you were still confused to why they didn’t even bother to ask him to leave you alone.

your ears heated up, you were becoming embarrassed.

before you could completely avoid it, he finally got a hold of you, just a few meters away from the automatic door. “y/n.”

“what is it now john?” you asked in a slight irritated, tired tone. “why are you here?”

“i’ve been messaging you since last month but you just shove me off.” he stated blantly. “i called and you still ignored me so i figured i’ll just come here myself until you gave in.”

“well are you happy now?” you attempted to pull away from his grasp. “do you mind? i have to go for lunch.”

“please can we just talk?” he sounded desperate as he pressed his lips, waiting for an answer. his face serious and it was intimidating, just like before.

your eyes looked to the side to see your department leader and his friends staring in shock. combing your hair with your free hand, you reluctantly said, “fine.. but not here.”

you and johnny walked to a secluded corner of the outside the building, a blind spot for any bystanders who walked pass. the air and atmosphere was already tense back there, and the fact that you were now both alone brought the tension much heavier. this conversation was going to be heated, for sure. it was awkward, you and him having a staredown. and it wasn’t unnoticeable that both pairs of eyes were twinkling so much like glass, having mixed emotions curling up inside, ready to set off. the surroundings were quiet for a while.. until you first broke the silence.

“ok, talk.”

“what happened between us, y/n?” johnny asked straightforwardly as he put his hands in his back pockets. “i know we broke up a few months ago and we’re basically strangers at this point..”

“we really have to talk about this now-”

“yes.” he cut you off, “i want clarity and it’s about time that this comes to light. also it’s been too long, grace period’s over.”

“ah so you’ve been counting.” you flared your nose, he was pushing it. “okay, i wanted some time alone. focus on myself-”

his chuckle made you look at him with furrowed brows. “seriously? are you trying to hide it?”

“hide what?” you crossed your arms.

“that you still love me.” he brought up ever so smoothly. “until now you’re still being indenial.”

you curled your tongue, looking up at the sky. “i don’t, okay? what happened between us was shortlived. we just weren’t meant to be.”

“so all those i love you’s, hugs, and kisses meant nothing at all?” he asked and you nodded almost instantly. that immediate answer tugged a painful string in his heart. how could you easily throw away everything? he didn’t understand why before and even up til now he was still left in shambles, confusion, and anger.

as stupid as it sounded and just like a high schooler, he was still so madly in love with you.

but you were as hard as a rock.

“you couldn’t even answer.” his scoffed silently, he didn’t like the fact that you were giving him the silent treatment. just what did he do to make you so distant from him? “well? what’s the reas-”

“i can’t handle the stress anymore, okay?” you finally spoke, “i distanced myself because it was too much.”

he closed his eyes. he wasn’t the type to succumb to anger in public. however, something in him irked wanted to burst out. just get straight to the point.. “too much of what, exactly?”

“you.. us.. your parents.. this damned workplace!my g-” you listed out as you covered your face with your hands frustatedly for a second before combing your hair back, giving yourself another second to hold it together. “your parents don’t like me, alright?”

johnny furrowed his brows, why did you bring his parents into this mess? they treated you very nicely during your first meeting when you guys were dating. if anything, they actually respected your relationship. “don’t bring my parents into this.”

“oh and why not?” you tsked. “your parents clearly wanted wendy as your potential partner because of her family, education, and career background. she’s the full, perfect package.” you licked your lips and you felt your eyes start to sting. “while me? i’m just a middle class-undergraduate-receptionist trying to make ends meet. i’m just a stamp!”

johnny squinted his eyes, waiting for you to continue.

“everyone else here looked forward to the ceo’s.. correction, your engagement with her until they found out you were dating me and-” you sighed. “i never felt so humiliated in my life.”

“wendy is just a friend, y/n! she even knows about us dating and is fully supportive. who cares what others think?” johnny tried to connect the dots. sure you felt inferior, but what mattered was his feelings for you and your feelings towards him. not of his parents or other people. he loved you too much that he’d do anything to be with you. “we talked about this before.”

“i know.” you looked at him intently, “but did you ever-”

“that’s why i proposed, right?” he said, clenching his jaw. “they can’t do anything if we’re engaged.”

this pissed you straight off the bat, “yeah but in secret!? are we really pulling a romeo and juliet act here? did you even-”

“i was fighting for our relationship, y/n!” he tried his best not to shout in order to not startle you and attract any attention because the raising voices made a few look his way. “you knew i needed time!”

“by hiding me? is that your solution!? how is that fighting for us when i’m always in the shadows-”

he shook his head and pointed at you with a pained expression, “damn it y/n, did you even try to fight for us!? a relationship is two-sided, not one! and in our terms it seemed like i’m doing all the work!”

you grunted in anger and your tears were on the edge of falling, you approached him mirroring his action. “don’t you assume i didn’t do anything-”

“then how do you explain-”

you had enough. “will you just shut your damn mouth for a second!? i’m trying to explain things but you’re always cutting me off! if you aren’t listening to anything i have to say, don’t even bother wasting my time!”

your pride was hurt as walked pass by him. did everything have to go his way? did he even bother hearing you out? your shoulder bumped into his arm that didn’t even make him budge a bit. however, he wasn’t wrong though.. you still loved him. you were just afraid of the obstacles in your way, scared of judgment and people’s comments that a ceo and receptionist were unmatched.

“i heard something from jae, y/n.”

“john, why the hell do you keep pestering me-“

“is it mine?”

you stopped in your tracks. you bit the bottom of your lip and johnny didn’t miss the small gesture of you holding your stomach, like how you didn’t miss his little voice crack when he asked that question. “w-whatever you mean?”

“don’t try to avoid the conversation.” he turned you around to see you looking elsewhere. “the other reason why you broke up with me was because you’re pregnant.”

“stop.”

“no.” he sternly said. “how far along are you?” he asked with that same cold, yet gentle tone he had earlier with his many questions. looking at your belly before looking back at you, your face was a face he held so dear and loved. it’s crazy how it changed in the span of five minutes of talking.

“john.”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“johnny, please stop.”

“is the baby mine-”

“the baby’s gone!” you looked at him, voice slightly quivering, but not enough to break down in front of him. johnny’s hold on you loosened, his fierce eyes that was staring at you softened as you replied meekly. he didn’t say a word and just waited for you to answer; if you actually wanted to. “our baby’s gone..” ah those three words hit like waterfall that your tears made its way out completely. you hated this, it was one of your bad traits. and you hated the fact that you were like this in front of johnny.

but he however, didn’t care if you were vulnerable. in all honesty, he actually preferred you being that because it showed him you had a heart instead of putting up a strong front that you tried so hard to maintain.

he didn’t say anything, only moving you closer to his chest to embrace you in a hug, even if you didn’t return it. he actually missed having you in his arms, where he would protect you from anything.

you knew his little gesture of hugging- soft, warm, loved, and protected. your mind’s a mess that you couldn’t think straight. you knew this action was to make you feel protected, knowing his childhood dream was to be a hero of some sort.

unfortunately, he only had you to protect where there were supposedly two.

you and him stayed like that for a few minutes before letting go, to avoid any other people seeing the two of you together when news broke out that you had ended the relationship earlier this year.

“four months.” you replied to his question. “well, i was..” you sniffed then wrapping yourself with your arms. “i was on my way to work, telling you through a phone call was the plan but i was pulled aside by your mom’s secretary. said that she wanted a word with me.”

“my mom? out of the blue?” johnny’s brows met. his mom wasn’t the type to meddle in his relationships but why was that she was so nosy with just this one before realizing it was you.

“she somehow knew i was pregnant because she apparently saw me being cautious in large crowds, holding my stomach as if i was protecting something.” your face squeezed when you felt the waterworks never planned on stopping. “she knew we were secretly engaged and she slapped me for doing something indecent when you were the face of this company.”

johnny sighed quite loudly, obviously upset with the fact his mom would do that. “let me guess, she offered you cash to leave me alone? and you took it?”

“i didn’t take the cash don’t you worry.” you reassured, “she had used force to give me a suitcase full of it. when i resisted, i.. lost my balance and fell.” you cried and wiped your face with your cardigan. “blood came out and i lost the baby soon after..”

johnny pressed his lips and carressed your back. “john, that was only way to prove our love was real and that i didn’t use you for money. i’ll never do that. you were abroad for a business trip and i couldn’t contact you.”

“you should’ve at least told me when i got back, i would’ve protected you and dealt with them personally.” johnny sighed sadly. “we can make this work again, y/n.”

“and if you did that i wouldn’t be here.” you sadly claimed, “your dad warned me if ever i told you, i’ll lose my position. i won’t be able to pay my father’s debts on drugs.” you hiccuped. “look, if anyone sees us i’ll be off my job soon. we have to stop this, johnny.”

“and lose you in the process?” he groaned, holding your arms. “i already lost the baby. i can’t lose you too.”

you shook your head, walking a few steps back before your back faced him. “you wanted clarity, right? now that i’ve told you everything, our conversation’s done. there’s nothing left to discuss.”

johnny didn’t like this, he knew there was more to it. the reason why he kept chasing you all this time even if you had broken up was because he was still in love with you. he didn’t like to see you torture yourself unknowingly when you were already suffering more than before. first the relationship, the people, the baby et cetera. it was burdensome and johnny just wanted you out of those griefs. and besides, there was one more thing he wanted to clarify.

“y/n.. do you still love me?”

you turned around and smiled, one that tugged his heartstrings ever so painfully.

“i do, johnny. i reallydo.. but loving you hurts. that.. i’m very clear about.”

Today I don’t feel like doing anything – KJW

P: Jungwoo x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, oneshot | Inc: having breakfast together, head chef reader, doing nothing together, laying together on the sofa | Wc: 511 | W: cw food| R:G

Waking up that morning with a bleary headache, Jungwoo groaned as he hauled himself out of bed, throwing his legs over the edge despite the lead coating his muscles. Waking up feeling like a cement block was notthe best way to wake up. The drag in each step sapped whatever strength the idol had left from yesterday’s long day of practice, photo shoots and workouts. Thanking whoever in the sky gave him the weekend off, he pushed through his morning routine and somehow managed to make it to the kitchen withouttripping up. All was forgotten, however, as his face lit up at the sight of y/n sitting at the kitchen island, a coffee and book in hand as they kept themselves occupied.

“Hmm…g’morning,” rubbing his nose against y/n’s hair in an attempt at affection before making himself something to eat, Jungwoo hummed in surprise when a set of arms snuck their way around his waist.

“Morning Woo~” bending to meet their fatigued boyfriend’s eyes with a loving smile, y/n pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling Jungwoo away from the counter and to the island stool, “let me make breakfast today, hmm? You look exhausted; busy day yesterday?”

“Mhm…when did you get back?” Rubbing the rest of his sleep out of his eyes, Jungwoo watched as y/n wrapped an apron around their waist and made a start on making breakfast, a pleased smile on their face that only appeared on the head chef’s face once they were in their element. Answering Jungwoo’s question with a hum of ‘one a.m.’ and finishing off the rest of the cooking, y/n went about plating the food, the breakfast Instagram-worthy.

“Woo, get the plates?” Pleased with his task, Jungwoo set the table, accepting the kiss to his cheek with a bashful smile.

“Let’s eat~”

Draped over the living room sofa with the TV turned onto some programme he didn’t have the energy to pay attention to, Jungwoo laid his head in y/n’s lap and gladly accepted the head scratches sent his way. His limbs were nothing more than lead bars and unless there happened to be a natural disaster outside of his door, the idol had no plans to get up whatsoever.

It was his off day. Nothingwas going to get him to do anything.

Equally as relaxed and exhausted, y/n kept themselves occupied with the ends of their boyfriend’s hair, gentle hums as they turned the ends of Jungwoo’s hair into mini braids. The chef had luckily taken a day off, and chances to spend quality time with the man in their arms without interruption were few and far between. Any and every opportunity to cuddle, was more than worth it.

“Y/n, baby?”

“Yeah? What is it love?”

“I missed doing this with you,” tilting his head back to meet y/n’s eyes, he grinned, a lazy smile that reached the corners of his eyes. He really didmiss laying around on the sofa with y/n. “should we order take-out later?”

“Take-out sounds good. It sounds reallygood.”

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Taeil has decided that since you are always busy during the holiday season that he is going to bake you some Christmas cookies and give back to you what you are always giving to others. He just didn’t think baking cookies would be so hard. 

Part of the long term couples series. This can be read as a stand alone. 

           Taeil stood in the kitchen with a giant bowl of cookie batter in front of him. Smoke was still coming from the oven and scattered remains of charred Christmas cookies were over the counter and tabletop. Taeil had thought that it would be a good idea to make you some Christmas cookies. During this time of year your bakery was always busy and because of this you never had the time to make cookies for yourself and enjoy the holiday goodies. Because of this Taeil had taken it upon himself to make you some Christmas cookies and give you what everyone else got from you. Delicious holiday treats.

           Though looking at the cookies in front of him Taeil wasn’t sure he would call them delicious. He wasn’t sure what had happened. He followed the directions exactly. He looked down at his phone to read the instructions again then at the oven that had betrayed him and the burned cookies that were everywhere. Thankfully he had used his old cooking pans and not your good ones. Because the pans were ruined, and he didn’t want to think about having to replace your good cooking pans. But being someone who didn’t give up. Taeil read over the directions again and started to roll out more dough. This time his was going to get it right.

           Placing the new cut outs onto the baking sheets he wondered if he cleaned the pans good enough or if the new cookies were going to soak of the remains of the burnt cookies. Not having many other options Taeil hoped that he got the burnt cookies off enough and slides the pans into the oven and sets the timer. As the cookies baked Taeil went about cleaning up his mess. While he was cleaning and letting the cookies bake, he heard the door to your place open and you calling out to him.

           “Taeil why does it smell like something burned?” Taeil turned towards your voice and watched as you came into the kitchen. Your eyes widen in shock at what you saw.

           Taeil glanced around and while the place was a mess it was far better than what it had been earlier, and he wasn’t sure why you had such a look of horror on your face. Your eyes slowly moved to him, and you took cautious steps towards him. Your eyes continuing to scan the kitchen.

           “Taeil please tell me you didn’t use any of my good baking pans.” You demanded as you came to stand in front of him your hands bunching up his shirt.

           “Don’t worry I didn’t use your baking pans,” he assures you and your grip on him relaxes and your forehead connects with his chest.

           “Thank goodness. I was worried that I’d have to break up with you.”

           “Funny Y/n real funny,” Taeil laughs. You pull your head away from Taeil’s chest and give him a serious look.

           “I’m being completely serious Taeil. I would end our relationship if you destroyed any of my good baking pans.” Taeil thinks about teasing you more about this but sees the seriousness written on your face and thinks better of it. Instead, he moves towards the oven to check on the cookies. Opening the door, he peeks in at the cookies and sees that they are starting to get that golden look to them. Shutting the oven door Taeil turns back towards you with a proud smile on his face.

           “The cookies are almost done, and I promise that this batch is perfect.” He declares.

           “What happened to the other batches?” you ask looking around for the other cookies.

           “It’s probably best if you don’t know. Your bakers heart probably couldn’t handle it.” Taeil informs you.

           “Taeil…” you start but Taeil jumps in before you can finish.

           “Y/n just know that I made them with love, and they are in a better place now.” You don’t buy that, and your eyes find the garbage can. Looking back at Taeil you see a guilty look on his face.

           “You didn’t!” You start to move towards the garbage, but Taeil blocks your path.

           “Y/n seriously it’s just better that you don’t know what happened to them and instead think that they are beautiful cookies that are in someone’s home or stomach.”

           You don’t agree with Taeil and dive under his arms and lift the lid to the garbage can. What greets you makes your bakers heart cry, and you gasp at the sight of the burnt cookies. Turning back towards Taeil you can’t believed how badly he had burned them. How long had he had them in the oven and what was he baking the new cookies on?

           “Taeil I’m only going to say this once. Move away from the oven and the Christmas cookies.” Taeil doesn’t move but instead crosses his arms over his chest and pouts at you.

           “No, I may have messed up the first batch, and the second, and possibly the third! But this batch is going to turn out right and I’m going to decorate those cookies and give them to you. Because you always make people delicious Christmas cookies, but no one ever makes them for you, and you deserve to have some made for you.” Taeil demands. At this statement your heart warms and while you want to step in and save the cookies you also appreciate that your boyfriend wants to do this for you.

           “Alright, I’ll leave you to it but just let me peek at the cookies and see how they are and then I promise to leave you to it.” Taeil relaxes and gives you a nod. You look in at the cookies and can tell that they are done. You’re also worried that they are going to be black on the bottom but don’t bring up that to Taeil.

           Instead, you turn off the oven and move towards your boyfriend. You wrap your arms around his neck and go up on your tip toes to give him a quick kiss before informing him, “The cookies are done. That’s it for me interfering. I’m leaving the rest up to you. Let me know when the cookies are ready to be eaten.”

           You then give Taeil another quick kiss and exist the kitchen. You hear Taeil moving about in the kitchen and smile to yourself. You can’t remember the last time someone baked for you. You were always the one doing the baking and while you were almost positive that Taeil’s cookies were slightly burnt you had already decided that you were going to eat and enjoy them. Because they were made by Taeil.

           An hour later you’re called back into the kitchen. As you walk in you notice that the kitchen is spotless. The burnt pans are sticking out of the garbage, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Taeil is standing by the table with an assortment of cookies laid out and a giant smile on his face. You don’t bother to look at the cookies and instead move quickly to Taeil. He opens his arms to you and pulls you in close to him.

           “Thank you for making me Christmas cookies,” you tell him as you give him a squeeze wanting him to know just how much you appreciate it.

           “Don’t thank me just yet you haven’t tried them yet. They might be awful.”  You tilt your head back to look up at Taeil who is studying his cookies with a worried look on his face.

           “I don’t care about how they taste.” You tell him. “I’ll like them anyway because you made them for me, and I can’t recall the last time someone has baked something for me and not the other way around. So, thank you for my Christmas cookies.” Taeil eyes soften, and he leans down to kiss you. You taste frosting on his lips and smile into the kiss. At least he tastes good, you could care less about the cookies.

It’s yours and Yuta’s first Christmas together and you are not sure what to get him. Then you have a brilliant idea and you hope that Yuta will love the idea as much as you do. 

Part of the long term couples series. Can be read as a stand alone. 

           Walking through the mall the glance at the shop windows wondering what to get your boyfriend. It was your first Christmas together and you wanted to get him the right gift. Something that represented your relationship and something that he would always remember. But nothing was right, nothing screamed our first Christmas, and this is something you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Sure, you could have gotten him the Our First Christmas together ornament or some other various gift with that wording. It just didn’t feel like you though.

           Giving up on buying Yuta a gift you wander into a lingerie store and started to browse the racks. You needed some new lingerie and Yuta always appreciated what you were wearing underneath your clothes. As you thought about it the start of your relationship with Yuta was spend with both of you mostly unclothed. You still laugh at the idea that either of you thought that you could only be people who slept together. From the very first night you spent with him it was anything but a random hook up. It’s as your moving to the next rack that an idea pops into your head on what to get Yuta.

           Smiling to yourself you quickly grab all the lingerie that is Christmas themed to try on and hurry into one of the dressing rooms. As you’re trying them on you send a quick text to your friend to see if your Christmas idea is crazy or corny. Although the two of you are corny and doing something like this would fit the two of you. As your debating between a green pair and a red pair you get a text back from your friend.

BF: OMG I’m dying. Do it he’ll love it and find it funny as well.

           With your friend’s approval and your decision made on which lingerie you were going to buy. You grab your items and head off to the check out counter. After making your purchase you go in search for your next items the ugliest Christmas sweater that you can possibly find and a jewelry store. You are so excited about your gift idea that you worry that you won’t be able to wait until Christmas to give it to Yuta. You hope that he likes your gift as much as you like the idea of it.

Christmas Eve

           “Are we opening present tonight or are we waiting until tomorrow morning?” Yuta ask you. The two of you are curled up on the couch. Your back to Yuta’s front, soft music is playing, and the only light is coming from your Christmas tree and other lights you have set up around the house.

           “Let’s open them tonight. I’ve been waiting what feels like forever to give you your gift,” you admit. Your body is practically vibrating with excitement. Yuta must be able to feel your excitement as he laughs and release you so he can grab your gift.

           Yuta grabs your gift from under the tree and walks back towards you. You sit on the couch crossed legged and bouncing in place. Yuta hasn’t given you many gifts since the two of you started dating but each one you have received from him has been perfect and you can’t wait to see what he has gotten you this time. Yuta settled back into the couch next to you and places the small gift on your lap. He leans over and gives your cheek a kiss.

           “Merry Christmas Y/n.” You lean over and quickly kiss his lips and return a Merry Christmas to him before you open your gift.

           Opening the gift your eyes widen and you let out a choked laughed you couldn’t believe what was laying in the box. Laying in the velvet box is a necklace and hanging from the necklace are two small charms. One is in the shape of an omelet the other is in the shape of French toast. You look over at Yuta who is smiling brightly back at you, and you launch yourself at him. Yuta let’s out an umph in surprise before catching you and laying his back down onto the couch with you sprawled out on top of him.

           “I love it,” you tell him as you start to cover his face in kisses. “This is the best Christmas gift I have ever gotten.”

           “I’m glad you like it!” Yuta smiles up at you, you bring the box between the two of you and ask if he’ll help you put it on. Once the necklace is in place you sit up and head towards the Christmas tree to get Yuta his gift.

           “You gift has some instructions that go with it. First wait to open this until I’m out of the room and then follow the next instructions inside your gift.” Handing over the gift you hurry off towards your room leaving Yuta sitting on the couch in confusion.

           He watches you disappear down the hallway and then into your bedroom before he looks down at the gift you have handed him. It isn’t large and he gives it a gentle shake to see if it makes a sound. Once he’s sure that you are in your room Yuta unwraps the box. Inside is another smaller box and a letter.

           Yuta,

           I wanted our first Christmas as a couple to be memorable, special, and to remind you of our first night together. Who would have thought that a one-night stand would turn into breakfast, and then into something more? Open your gift and then come to the bedroom for the rest of your gift.

           Yours always,

           Y/n

           Reaching out for the small box Yuta unwraps it to find a smaller velvet box than the one he gave you. Opening it he sees a ring and a slot for another. He pulls out the ring left for him and looks it over. On the inside he sees some engraving and upon closer examination he sees the date from your first night together and then a small picture of a French toast. He laughs at how much the two of you think alike. He slides the ring on before heading towards your bedroom.

           Pushing open the door to your room Yuta isn’t sure what to expect but what he finds causes him to laugh even more but also makes his heart swell because only you would be standing in the middle of your room with nothing but a giant ugly Christmas sweater. Your hands are on your hips and you’re beaming at him as he walks into the room.  Yuta notices the ring that is now on your finger and glances down at his before he makes his way towards you.

           “Merry Christmas Yuta,” you tell him as he pulls you into him. Your arms instantly wrap around him, and his hands settle on the small of your back right above your butt.

           “Are you giving yourself as a gift to me?” Yuta questions as his hands start to roam and pushing you back towards the bed.

           “I thought the rings would have made that obvious but, yes Yuta I’m giving myself to you.” You stop moving once the back of your legs hit the bed. Yuta smiles down at you and reaches around his back for your hand with the ring on it. He pulls that hand up to his mouth and kisses the ring. Your heart melts at the action and you lean further into him.

           “Best Christmas gift ever and I haven’t even unwrapped all of it yet,” you laugh but are cut off by Yuta connecting his mouth to yours and gently lowering you onto the bed. His hands start to roam and as he starts to lift up the sweater his pulls away from you and pauses. You furrow your brows at him wondering why he’s stopped.

           “As much as I love the sweater, please tell me that what’s under it is some sexy lingerie and not granny panties.” Bursting out into laughter you pull Yuta back down towards you and wrap your arms and legs around him.

           “You’ll just have to unwrap your gift and find out.” You tell him. Yuta smiles at you and then gets back to what he had started and is pleased to find that the rest of his gift is not in fact grannie panties.

When you send Johnny an emergency text you don’t think about how he might think that it is an actually emergency instead of a Christmas Emergency. Luckly for you Johnny likes you and doesn’t stay angry with you for long.

Part of the Long Term Couples Series. Can be read as a stand alone. 

             “Y/n!” Johnny’s worried voice calls out as he comes rushing into your apartment and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you.

           You’re standing in the middle of your apartment. Bags of Christmas decorations scattered about. You’re dressed in a Christmas sweater, with an elf hat sitting atop your head and garland is in your hands. At seeing Johnny’s worried express you think that you maybe should have rethought your text that you sent him. You had quickly realized while decorating that you were not tall enough to hang a lot of your decorations, but you did know someone who was. This had led you to sending a text worded “Emergency come quickly” and nothing else. Upon further reflection you realize this was probably not the smartest thing to send Johnny.

           “Tell me the emergency does not have to do with you needing help decorating,” Johnny demands as he does a scan of your apartment and doesn’t see any signs of danger.

           “Lying would get me on the naughty list so I can’t say that that isn’t the emergency,” Johnny narrows his eyes at you, and you quickly start to explain why it is an emergency.

           “Johnny it is an emergency. I’m short and can’t reach high places and if I do it on my own, I could fall and break something. And what if I need to call for help but can’t because of said broken body parts. So, I needed you to be here to help me and to make sure that I don’t break anything. And you’re tall and can safely reach out the places I can’t.”

           “I left the recording studio because I thought you had a real emergency,” Johnny states. You cringe and take a tentative step towards him. Johnny doesn’t lose the tight stance and he just glares at you as you make your way towards him.

           When he continues to glare at you, you stop about halfway to him and study him. You’re not sure if he’s mad because you made him leave the studio when he was working, if it’s because he thought something serious had happened to you, or if it was a combination of both. One thing you do know is that you don’t like him being angry at you. Letting out a sigh you drop the garland you were still holding onto and rush towards Johnny before he can have a chance to stop you.

           Your arms encircle his waist, and you practically mold your body to his. Johnny keeps his hard stance and his arms do not wrap around you. Your cheek is pressed tight to his chest, and you can feel his heart beating fast. Squeezing him tight you pull your face away from his chest and tilt your head back to look up at him. Johnny looks down at you and there isn’t the usual warmth in his eyes that you have become accustomed to seeing.

           “I’m sorry that my text made it seem like a bigger emergency than it really is. I wasn’t thinking when I sent it and I didn’t mean to pull you away from work,” you whisper. Johnny doesn’t say anything, and you rest your chin on his chest as you continue to look up at him.

           After a few moments his eyes start to soften, and his arms come to wrap loosely around you. His one hand glides up your spine and finds it’s way into your hair. He gives it a gentle tug to pull you away from his chest. His head comes down to rest his forehead against yours and he lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes for a few seconds. You watch all of this silently waiting for him to speak.

           “Next time you have a vertically challenged emergency put that in the message as well. I was worried Y/n. I know how accident prone you are and thought something serious had happened.” Johnny’s voice sounds horse, and you wonder if it’s from anger or worry that is causing it to sound like that.

           “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you worry next time I promise to add if it is a real emergency or a Y/n emergency.” Johnny chuckles at that and pulls slightly away from you. You give him a hesitant smile before asking, “Are you mad at me?”

           “No, I’m not mad anymore,” Johnny tells you and you relax in his arms.

           “Do you have to get back to the studio?” You know that he has to work but he’s here and you don’t want him to leave. You want him to stay and help you decorate. You want him to put on a Santa hat and you flirt with him while the two of you decorate.

           “Lucky for you I already recorded all my parts. But I do need to call and let them know that everything is okay.”

           “Alright, call who you need to, and I’ll make you some hot chocolate?” Johnny nods his head and let’s you go so he can make his phone call and you can go make him his hot chocolate.

           When you return from the kitchen with his mug Johnny has already finished his phone call and is digging through the many bags you have piled on your couch. He glances up at you as your making your way towards him and gives you a heart stopping smile. He looks at you from head to toe and this time its with warm eyes.

           “I like the elf hat,” he tells you as he takes the mug from your hand and takes a sip.

           “Thanks, I have a Santa hat for you,” you tell him as you go in search for the hat that is hidden in one of the bags. When you find it, you proudly hold it up in the air for Johnny to take. He grabs the hat and places it on his head. He then reaches out for you and pulls you into him. Johnny smirks down at you before leaning into you and for a moment you think that he is finally going to kiss you but at the last minute he changes directions and his lips are at your ear.

           “Are you going to be Santa’s good little elf?” you gulp and know that Johnny is teasing you, but you also can’t help being slightly turned on by him. You push Johnny away and give him a half-hearted glare. Johnny for his part just laughs.

           “Don’t be a bad Santa!” you scold him as you pull a box of lights out of their box and give Johnny your back.

           As your working on unraveling the string of lights you feel Johnny’s hands slide over your waist and stomach. He pulls you back into his hard chest and feel his nose glide along your jawline and down your neck to where your neck and shoulder connect. There Johnny gives you a light nip followed by a kiss, causing you to shiver.

           “You know you like me being bad,” Johnny teases before he lets you go and grabs the lights out of your hand. He saunters away from you and looks around your apartment.

           “Now where do you want these lights up?” You stare at him for a moment and can’t decide if you want to kick him or kiss him. You don’t do either and instead go with telling him where you want the lights and will decide what you are going to do with your naughty Santa later.

It’s Y/n and Doyoung’s first christmas together and while Y/n isn’t a huge fan of Christmas they still want to make it speical for Doyoung. 

Part of the Long Term Couples Series. Can be read as a stand alone. 

Sitting on your living room floor you looked over the piles of tangled lights that were scattered over the floor. You knew that trying to untangle them all was going to take hours and this mess was your own fault. You were not the biggest Christmas fan meaning that decorating and undecorating for the holiday felt like a chore to you. And when it was time to take all the decorations down you had ripped them all down without a care in the world and tossed them into the bins to be stored until next year. Which brings you to your current mess of lights. You probably wouldn’t be having such a struggle if you had just tossed the lights in the bin instead of rolling them into balls and smashing them together.

           You were about ready to just forget it all and not even bother decorating this year but the thought of yours and Doyoung’s first Christmas together came filtering through your mind. Were you really going to spend your first Christmas together with no decorations? The answer was no, you may not care for the holiday, but you did care about Doyoung, and you had started to become a romantic thanks to him and you wanted your first holiday’s together to be memorable and special. Which was why you were sitting on the floor untangling lights. You could go buy new ones, but you weren’t so lost in being romantic and making the holiday special for your boyfriend to go out and buy all new decorations.

           Pulling on the lights you let out a groan of frustration and fall back onto the floor taking the pile of lights with you. In the distance you hear your door open and Doyoung calling out for you. You don’t bother to move; your apartment isn’t that big, and he would find you in a matter of seconds. Instead, you continue to lay under your pile of lights and look up at the ceiling. Soon Doyoung’s smiling face is looking down at you and his eyebrows are raised up in question about the pile of lights.

           “Do I even want to ask what is going on here?” You can hear the laughter in Doyoung’s voice. You pout up at him causing him to chuckle before he sits down next to you and leans over to kiss you on the forehead.

           “What are you doing Y/n?” He gently asks.

           “I’m trying to decorate for Christmas,” you slightly whine as you move yourself into an upright position and scoot yourself over towards Doyoung so you can rest your head on his shoulder. “It’s not going well all the lights are tangled and I haven’t even gotten a tree yet and to be honest I don’t think I even have ornaments for a tree.”

           You feel your throat starting to get tight and start to blink your eyes rapidly. Decorating shouldn’t be causing you to almost cry but you wanted to give Doyoung a good first Christmas together and as much as you wanted to act like you didn’t care and that it isn’t a big deal to you it is. You want him to know that you care that he is different from all the other people that you dated. Because if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have even bothered with the stupid lights.

           Doyoung must have heard you sniffle or could hear it in your voice that you were close to tears because he quickly pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and starts to gently sway the two of you back and forth. You hide your face in his chest and try to calm yourself down.

           “Why are you crying over Christmas lights? I thought you didn’t even like this holiday that much?” Doyoung gently asks you.

           “I don’t like this holiday but it’s our first Christmas together and I wanted to do it right. I wanted us to have the decorations and the stupid tree. I want us to have a good first Christmas together and for you to know that I care.” That gets you a squeeze and another head kiss from Doyoung. He pulls you away from his chest and wipes away the few tears that managed to escape your eyes.

           “Y/n thank you for wanting to give us a good first Christmas together, but you don’t have to put in all this effort. As long as you are here with me to celebrate, I don’t care about the lights, the tree, or even gifts.”

           “Really?” You question as you search Doyoung’s face for any signs that he is just telling you what you want to hear.

           “Really, if you want to decorate for our first Christmas, I’ll help you but, if you want to just forget it and not bother with any decorations that’s fine with me too.”

           “You have to stop being sweet or I’m going to start crying even more,” you demand, there’s no heat behind your statement and Doyoung knows that you don’t mean it.

           “Alright I’ll stop being sweet in a moment. But before I stop, I want you to know that I know you care and that this relationship means something to you.” You pull in a breath and bite your lip. You’re going to cry again you can feel it. “I also want you to know that I care and that our first Christmas together is already perfect because it’s with you.”

           “You need to stop talking and kiss me now. Otherwise, I’m going to start crying and there is going to be no stopping it,” you warn Doyoung. He smiles at you before leaning in and touching his lips to yours. Your wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer to you. Doyoung tightens is hold around you and the two of you don’t break apart until the need for air becomes too much.

           Pulling slightly apart Doyoung rubs his nose against yours and normally you would make a comment about him being cheesy and how you hate all those corny romantic gestures. But this time you don’t say anything and instead lean in to give Doyoung’s lips a quick kiss.

           “I don’t want to bother with the lights but let’s at least get a tree. I need somewhere to put your present.”  You look up at Doyoung and can tell that he is trying to keep his laughter in.

           “Okay let’s go get a tree.” Doyoung slides you off his lap and stands, he pulls you up with him. Before he lets you go, he pulls you in close to him and leans down to kiss you before he kisses you though he whispers into your ear, “Best Christmas I’ve had so far.”

Johnny stops by at Y/n place to be with them only to find out that they already have plans. Johnny doesn’t want to share and claims you for tomorrow and makes sure that you get a better understand how he feels about you. 

Part of the long term couples series. 

“I’m grabbing my purse and walking out the door now. I’ll text you once I’m in a cab and on my way,” you tell your co-worker and hopefully new friend as you slide the strap of your purse over your head before ending the call and pulling open the door to your apartment.

           You’re shoving your phone into your purse not paying attention as you walk out your door and why would you it’s not like you are expecting anyone to be standing outside your door. When you bump into something solid you let out a blood curdling scream. Two arms wrap around you, and you think that this is it. After all those murder shows that you have watched you know what happens next. This is where you get kidnapped and taken to some other location to be chopped up into little pieces.

           “Y/n stop screaming it’s me,” you look up to see warm eyes looking down at you and an amused look on his face as he continues to hold onto you. You relax instantly and bring your one hand up to your racing heart trying to calm it down. You should have known who it was outside your door. The person who has been stopping by at your place every free chance they get.

           “Johnny, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here,” you practically shriek still not fully recovered from your scare.

           “Thought I’d drop by and see what you were up to this evening,” Johnny shrugs as he takes a step back from you, keeping his hands on your waist he looks you up and down taking in your outfit. Your dressed in dark skinny jeans, a black top that is simple but has a little flare to it with beading on the top, and a pair of heeled boots. You look good, extremely good Johnny things, “but it looks like you already have plans. Do you have a hot date or something?”

           Johnny bounces his eyebrows up and down making you laugh. Where he thinks you had the time between unpacking, working, and figuring out this city is beyond you. If you weren’t at work, you were at home unpacking, and if you weren’t doing either of those you were spending your free time with him. So, the fact that he thought you were going on a date made you throw your head back and laugh.

           “Johnny when do you think I’ve had the time to find someone to date? You’ve been keeping me all to yourself ever since we reconnected,” you laugh as you lean into him. Johnny laughs along with you his hands squeezing your waist.

           “You do have a point there. So, if you’re not on your way out for a date where are you off to all dressed up?”  

           “My co-workers have invited me out. I was promised drinking and dancing,” taking a step forward you make it so that you and Johnny don’t have any space between the two of you and tilt your head up to look at him and rest your hands on his chest. Johnny incircles your waist his one hand resting right above the curve of your butt his other moving up and down your back.

           “Does this mean that I can’t spend time with you tonight?” The frown that crosses Johnny’s face almost makes you tell him that you’ll cancel your plans and spend the evening with him. There is nothing that sounds more appealing than going out for drinks with him or just staying in and watching tv together. But you need to go out with your co-workers and make those bonds otherwise you know that you’ll end up hating your job if you don’t have anyone there that you feel connected with.

           “Afraid so Suh. Now you need to let me go. I’m already late as it is and don’t want to keep them waiting on me any longer,” you gently push on Johnny’s chest and take a step back from him. Johnny let’s you slowly slip out of his grasp his hands skimming from your back, to around your hips.

           You step around Johnny and head towards the elevator. Johnny follows after you and waits behind you for the elevator. While the two of you stand waiting Johnny wraps his arms around you and pulls you back into his chest. You lift your hands up and hold onto his arms smiling as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

           “Is it selfish of me to say that I don’t want you to go and like being the only person that you spend your time with?” The elevator pings, opening its door for the two of you. Johnny shuffles the two of you forward not allowing you to break contact.

           “A little but I’m alright with you being selfish. And I’ll let you in on a secret, I find it kind of hot that you want to keep me all to yourself.”

           You weren’t sure what you and Johnny were doing the two of you haven’t talked about what you want from one another. But you both have made it clear that you like one another. You just weren’t sure where this little admission was going to take the two of you next. Johnny for his part tilted his head down so he could press his lips to the top of your head. Your hands gave his arms around you a squeeze.

           “I have tomorrow free and I’m claiming you for the day. Don’t make plans with any of your co-workers.”

           “What if I’ve already made plans for tomorrow? You may not realize this Suh but I’m in high demand. Lots of people want to spend time with me.” You tease.

           Johnny doesn’t answer you as the door opens. Instead, he drops his hold from around you only to reach out for your hand and pulling you out of the elevator, into the lobby, and out of the building. He looks down the street for a cab before turning back to you when he doesn’t see any approaching. Stepping into your space Johnny gives you a sly smirk and you gulp wondering what you got yourself into.

           Leaning into you Johnny runs his nose from your jaw up towards your ear, then back down again. His own hand finds its way to the middle of your back and pulls you in towards him. Your breath catches and pulse starts to race. You forgot what a flirt Johnny is and try not to let him have to much of an effect on you. On his way back up towards your ear Johnny pauses as you can feel him smile.

“If you made plans for tomorrow cancel them. Tonight, you can have fun without me but like I said tomorrow you are all mine,” He pulls back from you and for a moment your confused why he has pulled away. That’s when you notice the taxi as Johnny opens the door for you. He motions for you to get in with a smirk gracing his face. You narrow your eyes at him, but it only causes Johnny to smile harder.

           “Have fun tonight with your co-workers,” Johnny tells you as you get into the taxi.

           “I will,” you smile up at Johnny. He leans into the car and kisses your temple.

           “Text me when you get there,” pulling himself out of the taxi Johnny shuts the door and watches as the taxi pulls away. You turn around looking at Johnny out the back window. He lifts his arm in a wave goodbye, and you wave back at him unsure if he can see you, but you do it anyway.

           “That your boyfriend you left back there?” The taxi drive asks you. You turn around to face the front and give a small nod no.

           “Not yet but I’m hopeful that he will be soon. We haven’t talked about it yet or made it official,” you admit to the drive and want to laugh at the conversation you are having with this complete stranger.

           “If he’s smart, he’ll make it official sooner rather than later,” You nod agreeing with the drive. You settle back into your sit and let your mind wonder to what you and Johnny will do tomorrow. You don’t care what you do as long as it’s with him. Again, you want to laugh at yourself. You can’t remember the last time you were like this or if you ever were like this. But there was something about Johnny that brought out your more romantic side.