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milfgyuu · 9 months

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Lessons in Love Pairing: Choi Jongho x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.5k, Co-Worker!AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor Warnings: One good smooch and mentions of more smooching. Summary: Your students learn that both you and the teacher next door are single which brings up the pressing matter of getting you two together. Immediately.

You love teaching your fourth-grade class - they are still sweet and inquisitive. Still learning how the world works and all its wonders. They’ve yet to outgrow their innocence and kindness. It’s a beautiful age to experience with an adult perspective and even more amazing that you’re allowed a hand in growing their ever-expanding knowledge and shaping their character.

One thing you hadn’t considered was their surprisingly persistent interest in your lack of a love life.

It had begun at the start of the year when you were getting to know your students and in turn, allowed them to get to know you as well. The kids had so many questions. Did you have a dog? A cat? A house? An apartment? Did you live with your parents? Can you drive a car? Are you married?

It was the answer to the last question that had struck them the most for some reason. You were a grown up but you weren’t married. In their minds, being married is just part of being a grown up so why were you single? What does being single even mean? Do you not know anyone to marry?

A simple introduction had turned into the great inquisition and with wide eyes and a nervous chuckle, you had to re-direct them to the only other interesting topic you could think of.

Recess.

Those clever little things hadn’t forgotten about the lack of a band on your left hand though and made it a point to bring it up every few weeks. Did you go on any dates this weekend? What kind of person would you like to date? If you have lunch with someone every day could that be counted as a date?

Admittedly, you fumbled through those.

You hadn’t realized that you might regret the way in which you answered them because it seems your ever-observant children have been spying you in the cafeteria with the teacher next door whom they’ve also learned is single.

“So, do you like Mr. Choi? You guys always have lunch together!”

“Yeah! And you guys are always smiling and laughing together!”

“And Mr. Choi brings you coffee!”

“My friend in Mr. Choi’s class said that he is single too!”

“Mr. Choi said you had pretty hair!”

“Mr. Choi has really shiny hair too so your kids would have nice hair!”

Left and right the children pelted you with words you had stopped comprehending after the first mention of ‘Mr. Choi’.

Oh boy.

Mr. Choi is your next-door neighbor at school. His classroom is actually attached to yours by a shared storage room and you suppose you do spend quite a bit of time together in front of the students but that’s only natural - you spend just as much time with the other fourth grade teachers.

Well, maybe not the exact same amount of time. You’re usually on lunch and recess patrols together. You always get paired up to chaperone field trips and tend to volunteer for many of the same events like dances and fundraisers.

If you had to really stop and think about it, Jongho was quite handsome. Broad shoulders, pretty smile, kind eyes. His surprisingly dry sense of humor did always make you laugh and he always leaves a coffee on your desk when he notices you’re running late since he is a chronic early riser.

Again, you manage to calm the children and their increasing pitch - your eyes darting to the adjoining door between you and Jongho’s classrooms.

It doesn’t end there, unfortunately, for you and your white blouse, exactly four days later.

“Imagine the fallout if the kids found out we went on a real date…”

Your mouthful of juice sputters and dribbles down your chin before staining the silk of your top with bright red liquid.

Jongho’s mouth straightens into a flat line and he hands you several napkins to dab at your ruined mess. “That doesn’t hurt my feelings at all.”

Leveling him with a peeved look you sigh, “It’s not like that,” and glance back down at your blouse, “You just caught me off guard at the worst possible moment.”

Neither of you are on lunch duties today so you’re sat across from each other at a craft table in the corner of your empty classroom. Little paper chains rustle in the crisp air pumping from the school’s icy vents and you’re grateful for them in the moment since they make you keep a long grey cardigan hung over the back of your chair at all times.

You push back and ignore the sound of your knees popping when you stand to full height. Pinching the material of your shirt you tug at it rapidly as if you have some hope of at least drying the wet spots and speak openly to Jongho who is still diligently picking apart his salad from the cafeteria.

“I can’t believe they’re all so invested,” you comment before rolling your eyes, “Little gossips.”

Jongho snorts. “I’m surprised that you’re surprised. They love ‘spilling the tea’,” he says with an added flair that tells you it’s something he’s picked up from his students, “Whatever that means.”

“Look at you using the lingo,” you chuckle as you sit back down, “And what ‘real date’? Last I checked cafeteria lunch didn’t count. Thought you’d be more of a romantic, Mr. Choi.”

You’re smirking with mirth until Jongho decides to match your teasing, hooking his foot behind the leg of your chair to haul you closer to the table. You squeak in shock at the jolting motion and he laughs, stabbing another bit of cucumber and moving on like you’re not internally marveling at his flippant show of strength.

His thighs are kind of thick and firm you suppose if you think about it.

Which you’re not.

That would be weird.

“What?”

You say it so hastily that Jongho looks at you like you’re losing it and laughs. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, so it was because you are crazy.

Embarrassed you shove too much of your sub in your mouth, awkwardly and probably repulsively chewing to manage the gargantuan bite. The sound masks that of the napkin sliding across the table under one of Jongho’s fingers. You look up at him and he just pinches his lips together like he’s sure you don’t want to hear anything he might have to say about the mess on your face.

After the driest most excruciating swallow you’ve experienced to date, you attempt to wash it down with your water in your stupidly expensive bottle and nothing comes out. Pathetically, you whine and try to pry it open. There is a mechanism on the inside of the lid that keeps jamming and you really could use a new one but they’re pricey and you’re living on a teaching salary and a prayer.

“Let me help,” he says, pushing back in his little chair to rub his hands over his jeans like he’s preparing to empty his full strength into the effort to open your bottle but when it gives without so much as a pause he snickers and shrugs handing it back over to you. “Not really much of an opportunity to show off.”

You gawk at him. “What are you talking about? That thing was like welded shut!”

Jongho’s brows playfully rise until they’re high enough to hide beneath his fringe and the overwhelming urge to giggle and playfully swat at him nearly swallows you whole. He is so flirting with you.

Openly.

And you’re tripping all over yourself with glee.

Like any free moment in your school day, it comes to an end far too quickly and your classes are due to arrive in less than five minutes to continue instruction. Ignoring the butterflies in your belly, you take both your trash and Jongho’s to dispose of while he straightens up the table and then it’s time for him to head back to his own room and yet…you both awkwardly linger by the door instead.

“We should-”

“Maybe we-”

Embarrassingly enough, you open your mouths at the same time and talk over each other but you know you do not want to finish your own sentence and Jongho rocks back on his heels knowing he’s got a solid sixty seconds before little voices trail down the hall toward the door.

He takes a deep breath and says your name which is so odd because has he ever said your first name? Surely, he has…so why does it sound different now?

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

It comes out in a bit of a rush and he tacks on a “please” after a second thought and you nod because words don’t seem to form and you’re just stupidly staring back at him but…yes…you would like that. A lot.

Jongho blinks as if he’s shocked that you actually said yes…or well, gestured, that yes you wanted to have dinner together. He hadn’t even planned to ask. He’s not sure when the idea sprouted in his head but once it bubbled up and up and up he just had to let it out.

Now he has to plan the perfect date in less than five hours which means…

He grins and throws his hand up, thumb pointed toward the door behind you. “Gotta meet the kids…How’s seven o’clock? My place? I’ll cook.”

Still nodding, you manage to say something at last, “Yeah…yes. That’s…fine.”

“Okay.”

He slips out the door and you let out a long laughter-filled breath. With your room still empty, no one catches you twirling all the way back to your desk before you flop down into your chair. Well, it’s possible one person saw you since your door bursts open right after and you’re jumping up and into an incredibly animated history lesson.

Meanwhile, Jongho is assembling his kids in a group huddle because they have a new assignment: Helping him decide what to cook.

Your hands shake down at your sides just after you ring Jongho’s doorbell.

Fingers dance along the skirts of your dress - one different than you’d wear in the classroom. Typically, you wear fun floral or artful prints with plants or planets. Things the kids love to talk about. This however is one you hope Jongho will think about, even after your gone. Even when he sees you in your overalls on Monday because your kids are working on art projects.

The door clicks open and there is Jongho in fitted black slacks and a loose white button-down smiling back at you. His hair is…fluffier than usual which is an odd distinction to latch onto but the combination of his hair and his clothing, the relaxed slope of his posture….you can’t seem to stop looking at him.

“You look different.”

Jongho chuckles. “You look the same,” he says and it jolts an incredulous laugh out of you, “I meant that to say I think you always look good but I see that sentiment isn’t shared.”

“Are you going to invite me inside or what, Mr. Choi?”

“Wouldn’t dream of sending you away in that dress,” he smarts, stepping aside to let you in, “Besides,” he closes the door behind you both, “You have to see what a romantic I truly am since you decided to tease me about it.”

A romantic indeed.

His home is crisp, clean, inviting, and it smells heavenly between the cooking he’s been doing and the candles lit throughout. Your eyes dart to little details along the walls and shelves as he guides you to the dining room - also set perfectly with flowers and more candles.

It’s not at all what you expected.

At work, Jongho is relatively quiet but you learned after a few meetings that he was rather charming and engaging. He likes sports and cars - kind of a man’s man. When you became closer, you realized he was chock-full of sarcasm and dry humor. You appreciated him for his company and the laughter that he supplied more than anything and that still stands true but this is a different side of him you haven’t really mapped out.

Hardly noticing that your feet have stopped moving, you’re surprised when you hear Jongho chuckle from your right. “How did I do?”

He almost sounds unsure of himself until you turn to him with a warm smile. “It’s really nice, Jongho.”

Just the sound of his name from your lips makes the tips of his ear tingle. “The kids said flowers and candles were the way to go.”

Taking your seats at the table, you agree. “The kids seem to know too much about romancing for their age.”

Jongho gestures to your glass with the bottle of red in his hands and fills your glass when you nod. “It’s a little admirable though,” he mentions, eyes glancing up to yours, “They have such a pure and simple definition of love. Everything is still so beautiful in their eyes so all they know is a happily ever after and I wish it would stay that way for them.”

“Oh, you’re such a softie.”

Jongho pokes his tongue into his cheek and grins, using his fork to point toward your plate, “Shut up and try the food.”

Again, not something you imagined Jongho would be good at but the food is delicious and there isn’t a takeout box in sight. He mentions something about not getting too excited because he only knows how to make a handful of meals on rotation but it’s still impressive. He also keeps you laughing and entertained throughout the meal, even with the prickles of ‘holy cow, this is a real date’ floating around in your head. It all feels so natural.

“So, you clean up nice, your house is immaculate, you can cook, you’re good with kids…” You twirl you wine, bellies full and plates empty as you sit across from one another, “What are you hiding, Mr. Choi? Where is the catch?”

He grins, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “No, catch. I’m perfect.”

“The catch is that you’re an awful smartass,” you chuckle before draining the last of you drink. “I suppose I already knew that though.”

“I suppose you do,” he returns, gathering the dishes to deposit in the sink for later - for now, he moves you both into the living room to relax on the couch and continue the conversation. “I am genuinely a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy so I don’t know how much I’ll surprise you but ask the hard questions and I’ll answer them honestly. Anything you might want to know before we decide this is a good idea or just mutual attraction and peer pressure from ten-year-olds.”

Because you’re both adults, co-workers, and friends. It would be a waste to pursue a relationship you both want different things out of.

You purse your lips and think for a minute. “Dogs or cats?”

“Both,” he answers easily, “You?”

You tilt your chin in thought, “Both is good…I’m still in the ‘plant mom’ phase so I don’t have any pets but I’d like to. Any plans to relocate in the future?”

Jongho shrugs, “I’m not particularly attached one way or the other. The area here is pretty nice but there are lots of nice places.”

“You’re not overly picky, are you?”

He laughs. “No, not really. I’m pretty laid back.”

In the time you’ve known and worked with him, that tracks. You pivot in your seat, facing him a little more fully. “Oh, boy,” he jests, “Getting to the big stuff, huh?”

“Marriage…kids,” you state plainly, “Thoughts and feelings.”

Jongho rolls his shoulders. “I’m interested in both,” he says simply, though there is a tinge of hesitation like he’s waiting for your reaction, “My parents have been married for thirty years and are still very much in love so it’s probably given me a set of rose-colored glasses when it comes to long-term commitment but the idea of having ‘a person’...like “my person’ to share love and life with, to grow old together…that sounds good to me.”

You nod, chewing on his answer. “And kids? Singular? Plural?”

“Eight.”

You instinctively recoil. He’s playing with you, so you’ll play.

“Well, this has been great,” you pretend to stand up to leave, “See you Monday, frien-”

A funny little ‘oof!’ puffs from your lips when Jongho grabs your hand and pulls you back down onto the couch. It’s just a lucky coincidence you land much closer this time and when Jongho releases your hand, he keeps it close, almost hovering nearby like he’s aching to take it again.

“Yes, I would like kids and no, I don’t care how many. Even one is a blessing and I would be over the moon to be a dad,” his eyes twinkle and it kindles a little warmth in your chest, “You look all ooey-gooey right now. I think you like me.”

You give into the urge to swat him this time. Right in the chest.

Jongho loves it.

“I already like you,” you roll your eyes at yourself for admitting so out loud but it’s a bit obvious at this point and he’s teasing. “I’m not ready for all…that…just yet but I would agree we have enough in common to maybe…give this a try?”

You don’t mean for it to sound so unsure but you haven’t dated anyone in a while and this is your friend, your co-worker…this is kind of a big decision to pursue a relationship and you want to take it seriously.

Jongho squeezes your hand and doesn’t remove it this time.

“If you’re asking me to go steady, I’d gladly accept.”

You let yourself lean into him as you laugh. “Do you always have to give me a hard time? You’re so unserious!”

“That’s not even a word! Aren’t you a teacher?”

You push yourself back with a hand against his arm, “Unserious is totally a word! Aren’t you a teacher?!”

Dissolving into laughter, you wind up holding your hands over your belly to soothe the ache, heads dropped back against the couch. It takes several minutes to settle down, no thanks to Jongho and his smart mouth, but you’re having so much fun you don’t care that your stomach hurts or that your cheeks sting from smiling too much.

Spending time with him like this is something you want more of.

Rolling your head toward him, you break open the fresh silence with a question.

“So, Jongho,” you manage, still a little breathy from laughing, “Would you like to go steady with me?”

He smiles and it’s gorgeous to behold. “Yes, I would.”

Both shoulders jump up to your ears as if the excitement you feel is trying to escape your body and you grin like a fool.

A boyfriend. That’s fun.

“Don’t get mad,” Jongho chuckles, taking your hand back into his, now playing with your fingers comfortably, “I might have seen you dance all the way back to your desk after I asked you out today. You’re really cute.”

Like a vortex opening up and swallowing you whole, you crumble, shrinking into the couch. “You’re kidding...”

Jongho almost feels bad for sweeping your high away so quickly but he’s telling the truth. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and shot his ego through the roof. “If it makes you feel better, I called an emergency meeting with my students. They helped me choose dinner and suggested the flowers and candles.”

“And the wine?” you raise a brow, coming back out of your shell.

Jongho uses his free hand to scratch the back of his head. “Called my mom.”

It’s quiet for only a moment and then you’re fawning all over him. “Awww!!! Who’s cute now? That’s so sweet!”

He pretends not to love all your attention. “Yeah, yeah…so, it’s a Friday night and we don’t have school tomorrow…”

“Mhm,” you grin, nodding along playfully.

Jongho lists options off as if he’s reading off a menu. “We can grab another glass of wine, or a beer, I have that too,” he winks, “and bullshit the night away. We could watch a movie or if you’re tired of my company I could just kiss you goodnight - I mean - walk you out.”

He’s smirking like he’s just so funny.

“You could kiss me now, grab me a beer, and then we could talk shit for a little while longer,” you suggest with equal teasing, and his brows shoot up.

Butterflies hardly have time to take flight in your belly before Jongho’s lips touch yours, though it’s not rushed at all. It’s an easy sort of confidence in his movements like he’s so comfortable kissing you - like it’s not the first time and most certainly won’t be the last.

One hand cradles your jaw and he’s still smirking when he pulls away because it was a good kiss and he knows it.

You know it. The universe knows it.

“Beer, movie, and makeout?” he jokingly suggests and you’re hopelessly falling for every ridiculous, unserious word coming out of his mouth.

“You really are just a man’s man, aren’t you?”

Jongho shrugs and gets up to retrieve two cold beers from the fridge calling over his shoulder, “I’m not really into guys, but I could be your man!”

Letting out a sigh that fades into a breathy laugh, you smile to yourself. Yeah, he absolutely could be your man.

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mingtinys · 22 days

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songs of a caged bird

pairing : choi jongho x gn!reader

angst , fluff , lore based , outlaw!jongho , strictland!au

warnings : talk of raids and death , dystopian themes , tyrannical leadership

word count : 1.5 k

requested? yes

a/n : had to brush up on my ateez lore for this one

There's a voice on the roof.

You know because you've heard it echo through the thin walls of your apartment at the same time each morning. It started three days ago, early in the morning when the city sleeps and the guards change shifts.

5:00 A.M.

On the dot.

You thought you might have been imagining it at first. Something as outlandish as singing hadn't been heard in, well, most of your life. Not in any instance without immediate consequence at least. And when you'd asked your neighbors they'd told you they hadn't heard anything of the sort. Then again, they've somehow also never been awoken by the sirens and late-night raids that take place on the streets just below your high-rise. Perhaps if you hadn't been born a light sleeper, you wouldn't either.

But now, as the sound amplifies on the climb to the roof, you're sure of it. There is a voice silkier than anything your mind could possibly fabricate, and the boy it belongs to, high above the world, shrouded in moonlight. He sits on the ledge, legs dangling over the sides, near your bedroom window. His head sways side to side, so consumed in his song that he doesn't notice your approaching footsteps.

"You shouldn't do that." You speak, and the voice halts. Though he doesn't flinch, nor seems the slightest bit startled by your interruption.

"Why not?' He questions.

The boy's dark eyes bore into your own. Tired and cast in shadows that seem to envelop everything around them. There's a blank expression scribbled across his face. Boredom.

Or is it curiosity? That still doesn't feel right.

Maybe indifference.

You can't tell.

"They'll hear you," you point to the streets, where new guardians take post around empty corners and alleyways. There's a chill to the night and you're quick to fold your arms in an attempt to block the morning breeze. "People have been killed for less. If they catch you they'll—"

"Are you going to turn me in?" The boy raises his eyebrows, like he knows you pose no threat to him. In fact, the question feels more like a tease than a presumption.

"I'm just saying, if I can hear you others can. Singing isn't allowed." Though you feel like he should already know this.

"Why?"

"Because, human emotion is the root of the world's—" You begin to regurgitate the same motto you've heard all your life, but the boy holds up his palm.

"I didn't ask you to repeat that jargon they spoon-feed you every day. Why do you think singing is dangerous."

No one's ever asked you that. They've only ever told. But never why, just that it is. Until now, you've never questioned it, and it feels like the boy knows that from your silence.

He's back the next morning. Same voice, same time, same song, same dark brown eyes. Except this time, his expression is different. He looks amused.

No. Delighted.

Actually, it's almost like a... pleasantly surprised look. Yeah, that sounds right.

"You're back." He says.

"So are you."

"I like the view."

"I live here."

"On the roof?" His eyes widen. "I didn't know rent was that expensive?"

Your brow furrows. "No, in my apartment. Below the roof."

"That was a joke," the corner of his lip turns up. "A bad one, but just a joke."

"Oh."

The boy hums, nodding as he looks back out at the city. "You want to sit?"

Part of you wants to stroll down to the 24/7 corner shop, buy a quality pair of noise-canceling earplugs, and tuck back into bed. Forget about the boy with a voice of gold and continue about your mundane life. But the other part feels an itching so deep in your bones it burrows an uncomfortable pit in your stomach.

So you sit, in hopes that learning more will quell that unbearable feeling.

"I'm Jongho," he smiles.

You've noticed Jongho has a habit of being vague. Whether it's answering one of your few questions or simply telling stories, he rarely elaborates on where his answers and tales come from.

Like on the fifth night you joined him on his ledge. When he told you of an island he'd once seen. One he claimed to be so full of color, music, art, and dancing he'd felt like he was back "home" for a moment. A fairytale, you're sure.

"—That kind of stuff is actually celebrated where I'm from." He says that a lot.

"Where I'm from." But never elaborates.

"People make a living out of it. That's what me and my friends wanted to do. But that was before..." Jongho's words peter out and his gaze falls to the distant, twinkling lights in the sky.

"Before what?"

"Before here."

There's something in his eyes you haven't seen from him before. You pin it down a little quicker than you expect. Something halfway between longing and sadness.

Whatever it is, it makes your heart hurt.

"Do you..." your eyes search the sky for the right words. "Wish you could go back? To before."

He nods. "Every day. But there are things keeping me here. People who need me. People I love."

"Your friends?"

"Yeah. Among other things."

Jongho's eyes leave the stars and settle on your face. The moon is full, and it's the first time you've been able to catch the warm, brown hue of them. Like the polished wood of a violin you'd once seen in a history textbook.

You hadn't questioned it back then, but now, you wonder how something so exquisitely crafted could be so scorned by those in charge. But then again, it wasn't your place to question such matters.

Right?

"You should really stop," you say. "I'm worried the guardians will—"

"I thought we weren't supposed to feel trivial emotions like worry?" Jongho grins. You've learned by now that when the corner of Jongho's lip lifts just enough to flash his canines, he's joking. "They might lock you up with me."

"I don't plan on being an accessory. Though I have to say, I will miss your songs." The words taste foreign as they leave your lips and judging by the way Jongho snaps his head to the side, they sound it too.

"Did you just make a joke? Didn't know they taught you how to do that at your prestigious institution." He quips back.

"They teach us a lot of things. Though I'm not quite sure how much of it to believe anymore." Lately, in classes, you've found your mind wandering. Recalling the many stories Jongho's told you and fantasizing about what it'd be like to live in a world with everything yours lacks.

He seems to think pretty fondly of his world. So much so, sometimes you think you're the one who wound up in the wrong world.

"And how does that make you feel?" Jongho presses. It's the most urgency you've heard in his voice since the day you met. It's isn't much, but it's there. Like he's been anticipating this exact moment.

You feel... you aren't entirely sure.

"Conflicted."

You haven't been able to focus on much of anything lately. A whirlwind of questions, feelings, and fear cloud your thoughts day in and day out. Sitting through classes is suffocating and the watchful eye of the android guardians feels more threatening than ever. Like once glance and they'd see straight through you and reveal the doubt accumulating against everything you've ever known.

Your thoughts alone could land you a one-way ticket straight to The Disposal.

Only when you're next to Jongho, safely stowed away above the city on your little rooftop, does the weight lift from your chest. You're used to hiding all of your emotions. Yet somehow he still knows.

"You seem distracted lately."

You've never felt a need to lie with Jongho. "I think— I feel like life shouldn't be lived like this. Void of emotion and art. The way you've described it, it sounds so beautiful. So human. I just don't understand how it could possibly be a bad thing."

There's a softness to Jongho's gaze when your eyes meet and you swear, you've both somehow scooted closer during your speech. Close enough for your thighs to touch and the air between you to feel thinner.

"Do you think it's still possible to bring any of that back?"

"I do," Jongho says it like he knows something you don't. Then again, you've always felt he knows more than he's shared. "It's easier than you think, so long as we have people like you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." No doubt, no hesitation, you do.

His eyes search your face for what seems like an eternity and then suddenly, his palm braces against your knee as he leans and his lips meet yours across the narrow distance. It's short but still leaves a warm sensation that lingers even after he pulls away and floods through your veins.

Your head falls to his shoulder and if the morning wasn't so quiet you might've missed the sigh of relief he breaths out. You can physically feel him relax against you, letting his head rest atop yours. Giving your knee one last reassuring squeeze. Whether it's for you or him, you're not entirely sure.

"Jongho?" You whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Will you sing for me?"

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stayteezdreams · 8 months

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Boy Next Door: Part Two

Plot: You've been living in your new apartment for a week, and your friendship with Jongho has grown. You both want more, but before it can happen, someone interrupts.

-Part One-

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: 1.5k

You chuckled softly as you pulled the tray of cookies out of the oven. Jongho had just finished telling you a story about his roommates as he snacked on some of the cookies you had already baked.

You had been learning a lot about not only Jongho, but his roommates as well, though you had yet to meet them.

It had been just over a week since you first moved into your new apartment and met Jongho. Since then, you two had developed a natural and fun friendship.

After he came over to thank you for the cookies you made him, you ended up hanging out almost every day. He even helped you cart some new furniture up to your apartment, staying until late to help you set it up.

It felt natural, and right being around him, and it felt as though you had known him for ages.

You wanted to see him all the time, and since he seemed to have a weak spot for your cookies (as did his roommates), you encouraged him to come over and help you make some. Which is what led to you now watching him from across the counter as he ate yet another cookie.

You would be lying if you said you were 100% happy with your friendship with Jongho as it was. Because truthfully, you wanted more. You wanted your friendship to become stronger, to become more that just a friendship.

You found it was nearly impossible not to fall for Jongho. He seemed too good to be true, and you could only hope that maybe he thought the same of you.

Unbeknownst to you, he did.

As you turned to place the last tray of cookies into the oven, he watched you carefully. There was something about you that made him feel so at home. He felt comfortable, at ease, and even though the butterflies in his stomach always seemed to be present when you were, he had grown fond of them.

When you texted him that you were making more cookies and asked if he wanted to help, he felt giddy. He had been trying to find a reason to go see you all day, and now you were giving him one.

He left of the apartment, telling the others he'd be back soon, pretending not to hear them when they asked where he was going.

Now, as he helped you clean up the remnant dishes, he was trying hard to convince himself to ask you on a date. He wasn't the most confident, but he usually wasn't so afraid of things like this. It should be simple. But when you looked over at him and smiled your eyes brightening as your lips curled, he folded and lost his words.

"We certainly made more than I was expecting." You said with a soft smile as you looked a the cookies lying along your counter.

Jongho smiled, "That's because of the flour incident."

You giggled silently, thinking back to when you were making the batter and Jongho added more flour than was needed, so you adjusted the recipe to make up for it. But, that meant you now had nearly double the original serving size.

"It's okay though, my roommates will take as many as you want."

You nodded with a grin, "I was hoping you'd say that."

As you began grabbing something to put the cookies in, Jongho swallowed and took in a deep breath. Now he'd ask.

"Hey-"

His words cut off as knocking sounded on your door. You paused and looked over before shrugging when Jongho gave you a curious look.

He watched you walk up to the door and look through the peep hole. "I think it's your roommates!" You called back.

Before Jongho could say anything, you opened the door, now met with three smiling men.

"Hello." You said softly and they grinned wider.

"Hi!" One waved, "We're Jongho's roommates."

You nodded and smiled at them, "I figured as much."

Once Wooyoung, San, and Mingi introduced themselves Wooyoung peaked over your shoulder. "Is he here?"

You nodded and held the door open for them to enter. They thanked you as they entered, their eyes quickly landing on Jongho near the kitchen, who was clearly annoyed they invited themselves over.

Wooyoung spoke again, "When Jongho suddenly left, we thought he just got bored. But then we could smell cookies and figured he came here."

"You're cookies are amazing by the way." Mingi added with a smile.

"Thank you." You giggled as you followed them into the kitchen.

After about fifteen minutes of lively conversation, and nearly a dozen cookies eaten, you decided Jongho was quite different from his friends. But, you could see how well they got along, and how close they were.

The conversation died suddenly when your phone rang. Picking it up you stood up quickly. "Oh, excuse me for one second, it's from work."

As you ran off to take the call in private, Wooyoung, Mingi and San turned to Jongho.

San smirked, "So I can see why you've been keeping them from us."

Jongho kept his face stern. "Leave."

San and Mingi let out soft laughs but Wooyoung whined, "But we wanna be their friends too!"

San nudged his shoulder, "I'm pretty sure Jongho wants to be more than friends with Y/n."

Understanding immedietely Wooyoung suddenly grinned before teasing him. "Oh? Why haven't you asked them out then?"

Jongho felt his face warm up a bit at this, but he bit back. "I was about to ask them out but then you three decided to interrupt."

Their eyes widened a bit as they shared a look.

Hearing you coming back in into the room they all looked over at you with smiles acting as though their conversation never happened.

Mingi began first as he lightly smacked San's shoulder, "Y/n, it was really nice meeting you, but we gotta head out now."

San and Wooyoung agreed and you pouted a bit "Are you sure?" After they nodded, you smiled. "Okay, but feel free to stop by any time" You offered politely.

San leaned in to whisper to Jongho, "Don't forget we got practice in half an hour."

As they began leaving you realized Jongho was staying and your disappointment faded, you had thought he was going with them. As they got to the door, you called out to them before giving them more cookies to take with them.

Jongho smiled as you waved them off, he was glad you got along with them, even if they did steal your attention away from him.

As you walked back over to him, you grinned, "They really are how you described."

He giggled softly, "Yeah, but they're great guys."

You nodded, "I could tell."

Jongho scratched the back of his neck before he stood up "I need to leave too actually, but, I wanted to ask you something first."

"Oh?" You asked softly as you picked up on his sudden nervousness.

He didn't go with the others because he wanted to ask you something in private? Your heart started pounding, but you kept an even face as you watched him calmly.

"I was going to ask before, but, those three showed up before I could get it out."

Thinking back, you did hear Jongho beginning to speak as they knocked at the door. You nodded at him, giving him an encouraging smile that made his heart flutter.

"I wanted to ask you on a date" His voice was soft, shyer than you had ever heard, it was endearing.

"You want to go on a date with me?" You asked, a bit stunned, yet enthused.

He nodded, a small smile forming on his face as he could see the reaction on your face.

You grinned and nodded. "I'd love to Jongho."

"Really?" He chuckled out, relieved.

You nodded enthusiastically. "I kind of wanted to ask you too, but I wasn't sure how." You looked down at your hands out of shyness and Jongho grinned.

"I would have said yes no matter how you asked."

Looking back up, you met his eyes and returned his smile before you both let out soft giggles.

Jongho noted the time and let out a soft sigh, clearly disappointed with his timing. He had hoped to have more time with you before he had to leave.

"I do have to go, but, can I text you about it later?"

"So we can plan our date?"

He nodded, "Yeah." You nodded and he grinned, "Great. I have some ideas."

Walking him to the door, he looked back at you, a wide grin on his face. "I'll talk to you later okay?"

You nodded and waved him off, watching him walk down the hall like you did every time he left. And like every time before, he stopped at the end of the hall and looked back.

He let out a soft laugh before he waved, grin still present on his face, and butterflies still rampaging in his stomach.

xx End xx

A/n: I didn't have a great idea going into this part but like how it came out, I hope you do too~

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated and make me super motivated (hint hint) lol ♥︎

Thank for reading!

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juniormint1125 · 1 year

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Stress Relief - Choi Jongho x Reader

THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. PLEASE READ WITH THAT IN MIND.

Stress Relief

Choi Jongho (Ateez) x Reader Summary: You’re working on the final draft of your master’s thesis, and when Jongho sees how much stress it’s causing you, he insists that you take a break. Word Count: 1,588 Genre: smut Warnings/Contains: light breast worship, oral sex (female receiving)

You’ve been sitting at your desk for the past few hours, pouring over research for your master’s thesis. It’s the culmination of the past two years of your life and you have six weeks left to edit and rewrite before your final draft is due. That’s plenty of time, but you’re already overly stressed. You need your work to be perfect.

You bury your head in your hands and groan. You’re overwhelmed and beyond frustrated. You hear Jongho’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. When he hears you groan, he stops and walks back toward your office. He gets riled when you’re too hard on yourself or when you push yourself beyond what's reasonable, so you know you’re in for a lecture. He enters the room and stands behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N.”

“Yes babe?” you reply sheepishly.

His fingers knead away the tension that’s been building up over the last few hours in front of the screen. “Maybe you should take a break, huh?”

“I will later. I just need to –”

“You need to take a break,” he interrupts, his tone firm. He slides his hands over your breasts, your eyes reflexively fluttering shut.

You half-heartedly protest. “Jongho, I really have to finish this.”

“Mmhmm.” He hums softly and begins to unbutton your shirt.

“Jongho.” Your voice is whiny, less out of annoyance and more out of arousal.

“Yes, jagi?” He pulls your shirt open, uncovering the skimpy lingerie beneath. “Ohhh. This is pretty jagi, is it new?”

He traces the pattern of purple lace barely covering your breasts. He wrenches the fabric away from your skin letting your breasts fall free. With his thumbs, he draws circles around your nipples, as he whispers in your ear.

“You’re too stressed out. I’m going to help you relax.”

He nips at your ear, squeezing your nipples between his fingers. Your back arches, a resounding moan pouring from your lips.

“Hmmm. Is that nice, jagi?” His lips move down your neck, pecking gently against your skin. You answer him with another moan.

He spins your chair around, planting his hands firmly on the armrests. His gaze bores into you, full of devilry and lust. Unconsciously, you tug at the fabric of your shirt, trying to cover yourself back up.

He runs one of his fingers under the waist band of your matching lace panties. “You can’t tell me that you put this on, planning to spend all day by yourself, sitting in front of this computer.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you, a gentle smirk forming. It wasn’t your plan to seduce him. You had dressed absentmindedly after your shower, already thinking about your thesis. But you see his point. You’re exceedingly familiar with what purple and lace in the right combination can do to him.

You don’t have a leg to stand on, so you sigh in exasperation. “I really should be working.”

“Mmhmm,” he replies.

He kneels in front of you, smiling wickedly. His sturdy hands glide over your thighs, firmly gripping your waist as he moves his lips toward yours. His kiss is soft and sweet. He slides your shirt from your shoulders, then reaches behind you to unclasp your bra.

He wedges himself between your thighs, moving tenderly to cradle your face in his hands. Your body yields to his calm, authoritative manner. He kisses you with one hand still on your cheek, the other fondling your breast. His tongue parts your lips and he caresses your face lovingly. Then, he abruptly pulls away, grinning.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Before you can reply, I love you too, he’s lowered his head to your breast, teasingly sweeping his tongue past the hardening bud. He sucks you into his mouth and you bite back your moan. His mouth caresses your nipples, enticing and exciting you. Wetness drips from inside you.

“Isn’t this better than research?”

You chuckle. “Much better.”

His lips caress yours, and he winds his way down your neck, nipping across your collar bone. His focus is on your breasts, considerable attention given to each one. While his mouth is occupied there, his hands wander. He loves to caress your skin whenever he gets the chance, cooing over how soft your body feels in his powerful grip.

One of the things that makes Jongho so unbelievable is the way he spoils you. He makes sure that your needs come first; he wants you to be satisfied before he thinks about himself. He’s a giving and selfless lover.

And there’s no such thing as a quickie with him. He’d spend hours between your thighs if he could. Foreplay is never hurried; he takes his time and worships your body, without a hint of impatience. Before he even considers sex, he kisses every inch of you, slowly and sweetly, but with the perfect amount of depravity lurking beneath the surface.

His enthrallment with your body has left your panties soaked. He slides his hands over your thighs again, allowing them to stray to your core. His hum of pleasure at what he finds vibrates over your nipple, making you shiver.

He looks up at you, innocently. “Ready to finish your paper?”

You stare at him, shooting daggers from your eyes.

“What?” he quips. You playfully punch him in the arm, and he pretends to be hurt. “You said you had work to do!”

You grab him by the collar and pull him closer. He’s smiling broadly. “Choi Jongho. You started this. And you have a responsibility to finish it.”

His fingers close around your wrists, tugging them away effortlessly. You can feel the strength of his hands in even his lightest touch. The way he moves exudes masculinity, further kindling your desire. Your face flushes with exhilaration as he pins your wrists to the armrests. He raises up on his knees and moves closer. His lips brush against your ear, his whisper sending a jolt of electricity through your spine.

“Don’t worry, jagi. I always finish what I start. And when I’m done, I promise, you’ll be completely satisfied.”

He sinks back on his heels, hooking his fingers in your panties and pulling them off your hips. He slides them down your legs then throws them over his shoulder. In one quick motion, he pries apart your thighs.

He rubs the palm of his hand over your core, slowly, with just a small amount of pressure. As he moves in circles, the heel of his hand grinds against your clit. His fingers spread your lips apart, a lusty growl vibrating from deep within his chest. He toys with your most sensitive areas, kissing the insides of your thighs, teasing his fingers just outside of your entrance.

His kisses come closer to your core until he suddenly dives in, his tongue thrilling you when it flicks over your clit. Your thighs automatically constrict at the overwhelming sensation, but he holds them taut, and you whimper as he continues his assault. His tongue darts in and out of your hole, lapping at the wetness that’s already drenching his cheeks. But his eyes are soft as he watches your reaction, his hands caressing your thighs while he devours you.

His tongue stiffens, dancing back and forth over your clit. He knows how to get the quickest response, and he’s merciless as he works to bring you closer to the edge. Your core heats up, the warmth radiating from your clit and spreading over your lips. You whine with each stroke of his tongue.

His fingers again play at your hole. He traces the outline of your entrance before dipping the tip inside. He flicks it in and out, igniting the sensitive nerve endings. Then, he adds the tip of another finger, plunging both inside. He curls them inside you, caressing your walls with a firm touch. The repetitive motion sends you barreling toward the cliff of your orgasm. When he adds a third finger, your core contracts around him and you cry his name.

He chuckles against your heat. He revels in the sound of his name on your lips, especially when it’s accompanied by your moans. The pressure of his tongue increases and a fourth finger wedges into your tight hole. He sucks your clit into his mouth, making you cry out again.

He withdraws long enough to push your thighs into the air. Your feet rest against his shoulders. This time, when his fingers enter your pussy, the angle is much deeper. He pumps in and out, setting a ridiculously fast pace for his tongue on your clit. A series of pitiful whimpers emanates from your mouth. No other sounds or words will come.

You lean into him, relaxing your body so the sensations he’s inducing can take over. The heat created by his tongue is pouring over you, drawing you closer to the fire. A few minutes more and you’re ready to tumble over the edge. His tongue darts back and forth against your clit and you finally let go, tumbling headfirst into ecstasy. Your body jerks and spasms and you moan his name one last time.

His ministrations stop and he massages your thighs as you come back down. “God, Jongho. How are you so amazing?”

He grins proudly, pleased that he can satisfy you with only his tongue and fingers. He kisses your lips sweetly. “Let me to show you just how amazing I am.”

You giggle as he sweeps you up in his arms, carrying you toward the bedroom.

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teezertales · 1 year

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knock it off // choi jongho

pairing: choi jongho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 1.7k note: this might be a series of one shots if you guys like it

It was the worst day of the month. The day you could never predict, and always dreaded.

Grades for your department were out today.

Also, your department rank.

With which you would find out who won this time:

You?

Or Choi Jongho?

For as long as you could remember, you held top grades all throughout school. You were the ideal student; studious, diligent, responsible. Never did you miss a deadline, fail to complete a project, bomb a test, or even get a grade below a B. You likened it to your meticulous study habits that you’d perfected over time, something you were quite proud of. After all, things like this didn’t just come to anyone with no hard work.

Unless ‘anyone’ is Choi Jongho.

His very existence drove you insane, because he was everything you were not. Lazy, irresponsible, carefree. You’d never seen him open a textbook, or even jot down a single note. Writing down due dates? Forget it. You didn’t think he had ever put a modicum of effort into anything in his life.

And yet…

“Oh–Y/N! Did you see?”

That voice stopped you in your tracks in the library and you closed your eyes, fists clenching as you let out a slow breath to the count of three in your head. You turned around to find Jongho behind you, the department’s rankings in his hand. Playing it cool you raised a brow, tilting your head.

“Top again, like last month. I was sure it would be you this time,” he said with what seemed like a genuine frown for you on his features. Then the smirk you knew to follow curled the corners of his lips upward.

Jackass.

He knew how hard you had worked and shoved it in your face–almost quite literally–as he held the rankings out toward you.

You tried to hide your irritation, jaw clenched as you scanned the document.

Half a point.

He beat you by half a point.

Again.

Anger rose within you and it must have been obvious the way Jongho’s smile spread wide and he chuckled, lowering the page. “Better luck next month, I guess. What was it you said to me? ‘Hard work pays off, you’ll see’?” He tilted his head at you, brows knit while he stroked his chin.

“Knock it off, Jongho. Before I knock that grin off your stupid face,” you warned, shoving past him with your shoulder.

His laughter followed you as did he as you stalked off into the stacks. “Aw, come on, Y/N. Loosen up, maybe you’d finally beat me if you relaxed a little, huh?” He was pushing your buttons now and he knew it. Giving him any kind of reaction would just mean that he won. But it was getting harder and harder to keep walking and ignore him. You had been so sure that you had him beat this time around, so to see evidence to the contrary–you weren’t thinking straight.

So you stopped walking abruptly, which caused Jongho to bump into your back before stumbling backwards a step. You whirled tightly towards him, your brow set in a firm frown. “I don’t get it, Jongho. You sit on your ass and do nothing, you never study, never stress, couldn’t plan your way out of a cardboard box, and yet no matter how hard I try, I keep coming in second to you. What’s your secret, huh? Are you cheating? Paying someone to do your work for you?”

You were on a roll, chest rising with adrenaline-fueled breaths. Jongho noticed how serious you were about this, his smile dying into a frown before turning into a cold irritation. “Really? Y’know, I ignore your nagging when it comes to studying and working hard because honestly, the results speak for themselves. Despite how incredibly annoying you can be. But you’re really going to accuse me of cheating? Not only that but paying someone to do my work for me?”

You turned and stalked off deeper into the stacks as he spoke, rage burning beneath the surface. He followed you, still going, his anger growing with each step you took away from him.

“Are you really so full of yourself you think the only way someone could be smarter than you is by paying someone else?”

That hurt and it made you stop in your tracks, white-knuckling your fists at your sides.

“Answer me, Y/N,” Jongho barked as his hand grabbed your upper arm, whirling you to face him.

“Full of myself!?” you retorted loudly, library be damned.

Jongho’s eyes flared as if to tell you to quiet down. You continued, your voice a harsh whisper.

“If anyone here is full of themselves it’s you, Choi Jongho. You know how hard I work, and yet you just rub it in my face when all my time and effort is proven wasted when you score higher than me. You even go out of your way to flaunt how you spend all the time I use to study.

“And you have the nerve to call me annoying? When all you do is goof off in class, interrupt the professor, and generally give no fucks about the class when others are trying to pay attention? Give me a break.”

You spat your words like they were poison in your mouth, breathing harder with each sentence as you finally let out all of the things you’d been thinking for weeks. Something in Jongho’s face had changed, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. He looked angry, which pissed you off.

He had no right to be angry with you.

You opened your mouth to continue ranting but before you could, Jongho’s hands were on your shoulders pushing your back into the nearest bookshelf. He was looking down at you, his own chest rising and falling. Some emotion akin to anger seemed set in his features as he looked down at you. You were both angry it seemed, staring at each other like they were the most hated person in your world.

Time seemed to freeze.

There you both were, arguing in the stacks and now Jongho had your back to the shelves. Jongho wasn’t sure what he had done either. He had been listening to you, getting more irritated with each word and then he had moved. He stared daggers at you beneath him, breathing hard. Then his eyes seemed to change. Anger turned to something like hunger.

You were no stranger to this change, either. With him this close, you could smell his cologne and it wrapped around your senses, dulling the sharp edges of your anger into a smoldering heat. You were keenly aware of how your heart hammered in your chest, how you could feel his breath against your cheek.

Then, the tension snapped.

Jongho’s lips were on yours in an instant, the kiss crushing and stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs. His body pressed yours into the shelves, one arm planted beside your head as his other hand grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in. Anger transformed into passion in an instant, your arms lifting to wrap around the back of his neck as your lips returned his fervent touch.

The fire was burning you both from the inside out, the silence around the two of you filling with escaped breaths and the sounds of desperate kisses. His grip tightened in your hair at the nape of your neck and pulled your head back making you gasp, his lips trailing down your jaw and to your neck. A groan rolled from his chest, the arm beside your head sliding down to grip your waist with bruising force. Your hips rolled into his in response to the possessive touch.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he breathed against your neck, marking the spot he spoke with a flick of his tongue.

Those words snapped you out of whatever lustful haze you had been under and you suddenly realized what you were doing.

You shoved Jongho away so quickly it took him by surprise.

What you saw when you got space between you–his blown wide gaze, red lips from how hard he had been kissing you, hair disheveled from your fingers having just been locked in his strands–confused you as you stood there with panting breaths.

“Y/N, wh–”

“Don’t. Jongho, don’t.”

You stopped him abruptly, holding up a hand as your eyes closed and your other pinched the bridge of your nose. What had just happened? What did he mean he’d always wanted to do this? He hated you as much as you hated him, didn’t he?

So what had you two just done?

Jongho stared at you in confusion, it taking a bit more time for him to snap out of whatever spell you’d both just been under. But as he did, he took a step back, dragging a hand down his face. Shit. He should have kept his mouth shut. He’d always enjoyed teasing you, seeing the way your nose scrunched when you were angry or how you’d purse your lips when you were irritated. At first, he had just been bullying you. There had been nothing more or less behind it.

But over time, he’d grown to like you.

And the more you nagged him, the more his feelings grew.

Seeing you so upset this time, and hearing what you’d said. It had hit a nerve in him.

He was upset at himself, for going too far this time. If it were only teasing, he didn’t think anything of it. But you seemed really hurt. He didn’t think you truly hated him, but when you’d spoken your mind, he began to realize he may have been wrong.

Pinning you against the stacks wasn’t a conscious decision he’d made. His body moved on its own. Seeing that hurt look on your face, he wanted to make you feel better and hurt whoever had caused it until he realized it was himself.

And then he kissed you.

He’d really fucked up.

Now wasn’t the time to apologize. He’d caught you off guard and while it felt like the feeling was mutual, he didn’t want to push you. You were still hurt, after all.

“I’ve got to go,” you said curtly, adjusting your backpack on your shoulder as you pushed past him like earlier.

“Y/N, wait–”

But you had already walked out of the stacks with quick steps, disappearing around the corner.

Anything to escape the way he made butterflies take flight in your chest.

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lazuli-writes · 10 months

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Intruder

summary: There’s an intruder in the Ateez Dorm.

pairing: Kim Hongjoong & Choi Jongho

genre/warnings: angst (happy ending / non-graphic violence / suicidal thought (singular) / sasaeng fan / asphyxiation / non-consensual touching / aftermath of violence)

part 1

estimated word count: 2000 words

a/n: Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

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"Jongho?"

Jongho winced as his bedroom door slammed open, revealing a black blur a meter or so away from the incapacitated maknae. He was too busy struggling with consciousness as his head reverberated with more pain. His eyes stung with tears as he heaved out an irritated sigh.

Was sleep too much to ask for?

He didn’t have the energy to keep his eyes open. Opting to instead remain laying in self-imposed darkness as he tried to settle the ringing in his head. He was really thirsty too—an afterthought in his opinion. Sleep seemed like a better goal to strive for.

"My little baby..."

But despite the ringing of his head, the weakness of his limbs, and the throbbing of his throat, Jongho’s internal alarms went off. He couldn’t comprehend the possibility completely, but he had an inkling that the voice that called to him was unfamiliar.

"Oh no. Is little baby sick?"

Definitely unfamiliar.

Jongho couldn’t help but freeze up. His fear and desire for security overrode his pain as he forced his eyes open.

The room was still wobbly, and the only light in his room came from the open door that let light in from the hallway. But the light was enough to shine through and reveal that hovering above him was the silhouette of a body.

A body he didn’t recognize.

With a voice he didn’t know.

Jongho couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past his lips as his body iced over in fear. His joints locked him in place. His breath was trapped in his lungs and throat, unable to escape. And his mind sang cruel and horrible symphonies to him, taunting him, teasing him, and threatening him.

There was an intruder. And here they stood before Jongho.

"There’s no need for that."

Jongho’s nerves went into overdrive as the physical exhaustion from being sick and dehydrated came back in harsh waves. Layered with paralyzing fear, Jongho could only shiver in his bed as this man, this creature, this monster wiped away the tears from Jongho’s face. Tears that he didn’t even know were beginning to rivulet their way down his face.

"I’m going to take very good care of you, baby."

The intruder’s fingers were dry, rough, and calloused. Jongho could only cry further as the man’s fingers so insultingly caressed his cheeks and at the way this monster cooed and chuckled at his tears.

Jongho didn’t like this. He wanted this to stop. He wanted his hyungs. He wanted to go home to his family. But he didn’t know what he could possibly do. So he only did what he could. Let more tears escape as his pleas became verbal.

"P-P-Please... leave me alone."

Those weren’t the words the cruel stranger wanted to hear. Something Jongho realized a few quiet moments later as the caress on his cheeks became a bruising grip. He tried. He tried so badly to fight back. But the exhaustion of pulling his head or lifting his arms or a leg to push, shove, or even kick away the intruder was all for naught.

He was too weak.

And Jongho could only cry more as that truth sank in viciously.

Jongho could only lay there, tears burning down his cheeks, as the man screamed in his face. He was beyond understanding what the intruder had been saying. However, slurs of certain words had made it through...

"…Mine…"

"…Never…"

"…Lesson…"

Fear had never encapsulated him the way it did in those hazy moments.

Jongho didn’t want this.

He wanted his hyungs. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted the man to stop yelling. He wanted some peace and quiet. He wanted the stranger to stop touching him. He wanted his hyungs to hold him.

He wanted this monster gone. He wanted the intruder dead. He wanted to be dead. He just wanted it to be over.

Why wasn’t it over?

•••

Hongjoong’s heart pounded in his ears as he approached the broken door to his dorm. Adrenaline and fear fueled his body. Passing through the defiled threshold of his home, he paid no mind to the gasps of shock, anger, and horror from the staff and members behind him. He felt unbalanced. Uncentered from his own sanity as his mind ran a marathon of horrible scenarios, all of them with one constant.

Jongho.

Where was he? Was he okay? Why wasn’t he picking up his phone when the captain tried calling him again?

So many things prodded at Hongjoong’s sanity in concerns for the youngest of his brothers. He didn’t know what to expect when he thought he would find Jongho. Relief. Ease. Content. Possibly anger at the possible trauma the maknae could be subjected to. Or maybe even culpable melancholy, seeing as he failed to protect Jongho from the tortures of the world, like he promised he would.

But pushing himself past the entrance of the youngest’s room to see what he did, Hongjoong’s vision closed in on itself. Red and black was his only sight. One moment, Hongjoong stood at the door, watching as the intruder forced a pillow over the face of a shivering maknae. The next, hands and feet were moving. His nose burned with pain. His arms stung the same way they did after hours spent lifting weights. He felt hands everywhere on his body: on his face, around his neck and waist, upon his wrists, hair, and arms.

His own hands felt as if they were forced through a meat grinder, stinging, burning, and throbbing in agony. One of his feet was aflame, sending dozens of painful shockwaves up his leg, yet he couldn’t be bothered. The inside of the captain’s throat felt mutilated and mangled, as if he had swallowed glass. All of this culminated in a shadow of time, as Hongjoong only regained consciousness when he felt a sudden compression against the back of his head.

Blinking, sirens, and the yells of numerous voices filtered in slowly as Hongjoong slowly regained control over his own sight and sanity.

"He’s safe. No more Joong-ah. No more."

Hongjoong recognized that voice.

Finally taking note of his surroundings, he realized that he was being pinned down. His cheek pressed firmly against the cold and wet floor. A set of hands pressed his legs into place on the ground. Another set held his hands firmly in place behind his back, while Seonghwa’s face took up the majority of his obscured vision.

He felt weak; his ears rang, and his body bruised as he struggled to take in the scene before him as he was slowly released from the confines of his hands.

He was being held down by the joint forces of Seonghwa, Yunho, and one of their managers. A trio that he struggled to register in his brain as their mouths moved and their eyes danced with concern and fear. Looking around the room, he noticed how four other staff members were dragging away the limp and bloodied body.

The intruder.

That stranger that defiled his home.

The monstrosity that hurt a member of his family.

Red spots danced in his peripheral vision as his mind leveled itself with sick glee. Satisfaction and pleasure overcame the numerous unattended cuts, scrapes, and bruises that littered Hongjoong’s skin as he found joy in the utter impact of his wrath. In Hongjoong’s mind, he didn’t care if charges were going to be filed. No idol image or any amount of fame or monetary cost would have mattered to him. His soul alone would have never forgiven himself if he didn’t exact the justice he deemed fit upon those that threatened or harmed what was his. And this home—the other members, Jongho—all of it was his.

"H-hyung.."

The soft hiccup drew Hongjoong’s attention completely as he turned around, his eyes glazing over in guilt and righteous fury as he collected the scene before him. Jongho sat on Yeosang’s lap, covered with a blanket, embraced by the arms of Yeosang, Mingi, and San. Wooyoung sat at the maknae’s feet, betwixt the captain and maknae, with a certain glint in his eye that Hongjoong couldn’t decipher. Had his head stopped spinning sooner and his mental state not been completely pushed past its capacity, Hongjoong would have recognized the fear in the younger man’s eyes.

Fear that Wooyoung had for their leader and his anger. But it wasn’t his eyes that Hongjoong took the time to dissect. Jongho’s eyes were red and glassy. A typhoon of emotion poured out of Jongho’s eyes as he slumped harder into Yeosang’s embrace. His body was still shivering, and his breath was still hiccuping. He was struggling to follow San and Mingi’s gentle pleas to accentuate his breathing.

Hongjoong rose up quickly, ignoring the calls and hands trying to halt his motions. He limped slowly, only now noticing the pain in his legs as he pushed to make his way before his youngest brother.

Wooyoung, however, seemed to have another train of thought, different from Hongjoong’s, seeing as he stood up at the same time as his captain. Quickly standing before Hongjoong in a guard-like demeanor as he attempted to defy and deny Hongjoong. The others in the room held their breath at the display, clearly recognizing a potential disaster, yet Hongjoong didn’t care. He didn’t know what motives Wooyoung had, but all he could do was stare. No malice, no anger, no wrath, or ill will were translated between the stares the two latched onto one another. But still, a heavy and depressed tension weighed on those in the room.

"It’s o-okay, Hyung."

Jongho’s voice was raspy as it called out to the second-youngest. Wooyoung deflated as the built-up tension and fear of blocking Hongjoong from Jongho escaped his body. The second youngest instead slowly made his way next to Mingi, latching a hand onto the elder’s arm as he joined those encircling the maknae. Hongjoong felt immense relief and a tremor throughout his body as he came down to his knees. Sitting down calmly before Jongho, as if the captain hadn’t just beaten an intruder to the cusp of death.

"Jongho-ah…" Hongjoong whispered, his voice strained, and his mind filled with guilt, pain, and worry. And worst of all, shame. Shame that he failed as a captain, as a friend, and as a brother. Shame that in Jongho’s most severe moment of need, Hongjoong had subjected the youngest to a horror film. Hongjoong had lost control. Hongjoong had almost killed a man. And Jongho, sick and injured, was traumatized twice over, all because Hongjoong had failed. "Hyung…. Hyung is so s-sor-"

"No."

Hongjoong's heart froze, and his eyes started to water as he stared up at Jongho. The maknae still remained firmly in Yeosang’s embrace. One hand latched securely over his blanket, the other in San’s hands. His head lay within the crook of Yeosang’s neck, but his wet and red eyes narrowed fiercely and lovingly down to the captain sitting before him.

"T-T-Thank you. Thank you, Hyung. You saved me."

The captain wanted to deny his words. Hongjoong wanted to scream about how Jongho shouldn’t be thanking him for his foolishness. It was his idea to let Jongho sleep it off alone. And it nearly got him killed. Hongjoong needed to suffer for his part in Jongho’s torture, and the captain knew that with all his heart.

Yet all Hongjoong could do was break under the glassy eyes of his maknae. Not wasting a second when he noticed Jongho let go of San’s hand, instead holding it out to his captain. That broke the last of Hongjoong’s resolve.

Sitting up quickly on his knees, Hongjoong threw his arms swiftly, fiercely, and protectively over Jongho. The captain broke down in sobs as he tried his damnedest to ingrain Jongho’s essence back into his consciousness.

Jongho was enraptured in his arms.

Jongho was still breathing.

Jongho was safe.

And that alone was enough to restore Hongjoong’s world and sanity, as his embrace of the younger reassured him that he had saved his brother.

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bobateastay · 2 years

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can i request song lyric prompt 1 or 6 for jongho :o

6: black leather and dark glasses; he's cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed.

choi jongho x gender neutral!reader

cw - 90s!au, implied criminal + sexual activity, angst(?), partners in crime dynamic, blood mention

word count: ~860

a/n: thank you so much for the request anon!! i hope it's okay that i chose this prompt, and i hope the writing matches it close enough for you. i really hope you enjoy it!! have a good day <33

You weren’t ashamed to say that you weren’t really in love with Jongho. You knew that he wasn’t really in love with you either. It was just a matter of well-aligned interests. Just a matter of the weight of his hand between your shoulder blades always being enough to ground you, no matter how dizzy or distracted you were. Just a matter of him enjoying the way you knew just how to push people’s buttons to get what you wanted. Just a matter of both of you loving to play both predator and pray, pushing and pulling and biting and bleeding until you couldn’t tell who was smothering who. It wasn’t love, but you didn’t mind it being that way.

You didn’t mind his hand squeezing your thigh when you sat with two legs over his lap in the back of a club, dark staring down anybody else who had the courage to look you up and down with just a little too much curiosity. You didn’t mind that he paid for your drinks, nor did you mind that he only thought it was funny when you tugged him close to you by his leather jacket, breath ghosting over his ear when you whispered to him.

“How much money do you reckon is in his bank account?” you asked, pointing as subtly as you could across to the bar before tucking the tips of your fingers beneath the collar of Jongho’s jacket and shirt, smoothing your fingertips over his warm skin. You watched him follow your line of sight, watched his interest pique when the well-dressed man with an expensive smile flashed his credit card to pay for his drink.

“Too much,” Jongho answered, voice quiet. You couldn’t see it, what with how you were busy littering feather-light kisses against his cheek, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “But we can probably change that.”

“You’d need his PIN,” you reminded Jongho, a teasing lilt to your voice that was always good at riling him up. It was always a reminder of how your dynamic worked. You both needed (or was that wanted?) the money. Which meant that Jongho needed the PIN. Which meant that he needed you. And it was always flattering to be needed, regardless of what it was that you were needed for.

“You can get that for me angel,” Jongho said, knowing that a little extra flattery would get him far. “And then you get whatever you want too.”

He turned your face to look at you properly, eyes searching yours for the agreement that went better unspoken. It never took long for him to find it and this time was no different. His hand squeezed your thigh tight enough for long enough that you were left with pins and needles when he let go.

“Go on,” he said, returning the smile that was beginning to play on your lips.

It wasn’t difficult to be reckless when you could feel Jongho’s eyes on your back the whole time - wasn't difficult to use careful touches and fake laughter and words just vulgar enough to convince this stranger that he wanted you in his bed. How could it be when you knew that Jongho had your back, alongside a variety of equipment made to maim anybody who happened to harm a hair on your beautiful, disingenuous head?

And later on, when you had the stranger’s credit card safe in your purse, it wasn’t difficult to pretend that you did love Jongho. It wasn’t difficult to curl up in his lap and watch late night TV on the motel television, his fingertips tracing shapes into your back and your lips occasionally mouthing at his bare chest in kisses that were far too gentle for what you both shared.

“Good job sweetheart,” he murmured, toying with the remote control but never changing the TV channel.

You grunted and shifted your position, throwing a leg over his thighs and pressing your face into his chest.

“His dick game was shit,” you muttered. Jongho laughed, and the sound put a smile on your face. Truth be told it hadn’t been all that bad, but you were just as good as Jongho was at applying a little flattery when necessary. “Did you get a bank statement?”

“Of course,” he murmured, setting the remote aside in favour of turning his attention to you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and resting his hand on your arm. “You did good.”

You grinned, and lifted yourself up enough to kiss Jongho. It wouldn’t take long for one of you to be history, reduced to a bank card and CVV number for an empty account - or a missing persons flyer on a lamp post, depending on how things went down - but right now that didn’t matter. Right now you swallowed the metallic taste of Jongho’s blood when you bit down on his lip just a little too hard and cherished the fact that you had this man you didn’t love so tight within your grasp. And when he squeezed your waist and turned off the TV, you cherished the fact that you didn’t love him just a little bit more.

thank you for reading ♡

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ateezfanficthingies · 2 years

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ATEEZ AS MURDERERS PART 2: 8/8 JONGHO

Word count: 1077

Kind of a part 2 to "ATEEZ as Murderers" maybe I'll make a part (or "part") 3. To make it easier and funnier for me; the victim's name is Victor (get it? Cuz they sound similar.) Mori (cuz death. And also; Memento Mori.)

Bonus points to anyone who figures out the song he's singing.

Obviously this is going to be rather gruesome so please read at your own risk.

I DON'T OWN THIS IMAGE/THESE IMAGES. I EITHER GOT THEM FROM TUMBLR OR GOOGLE.

This is purely a work of fiction and is not meant to represent nor slander ATEEZ in any way. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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JONGHO

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Victor's POV:

I entered my house exhausted. I flipped the switch and watched the light fill the room. A text I had received from one of my… coworkers had me curious. They said they had a package dropped off on my rooftop.

The living room and kitchen are joined so feeling a little peckish I grabbed an apple before heading upstairs.

I dropped my briefcase by the entrance to my room and went up the staircase. When I reached the top I rattled the doorknob only to find the door locked.

I huffed and went back to my front door to grab my hanging keys but they weren't there. The only place it could still be is my basement. I took them with me by accident yesterday. They could be there.

I went down my basement stairs and felt something was wrong, but I brushed it off as a stupid fear of the dark.

When I reached the bottom I flipped the switch but no light came. I groaned, annoyed and took out my phone to see anything. After touring the area for about a minute I saw the key on the table. I grabbed it so I could quickly exit. I turned and headed back toward the stairs when I felt a shove on my right shoulder. I screamed in surprise and was met with a blank, emotionless stare from a (gorgeous) redheaded man.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" I yelled.

"Get to the roof." His voice was hollow.

"ANSWER MY QUESTION! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?! WHO ARE YOU?!"

He huffed out a little chuckle and grinned a bit, playing and doing tricks with a butterfly knife I suppose he was holding the whole time.

"Just get to the roof." He held back a full smile, clearly amused by my flustered and offended state.

"Or else?" I challenged.

His smile dropped and within a second he sliced open my left arm. I grunted and clutched my wound. Yeah I'm an idiot.

"Get to the roof or I'll drag this out and make it more painful for you." he said with a monotone voice and a slight smile as he slightly looked down at me. Without any more stupid hesitation, I started running.

I ran into at least 20 different things on the way and somehow my heart raced even faster when he started humming. His footsteps were slow and determined.

"On the street where the darkness fell…"

What the fuck?

"...where your memory that I hid deeply…"

WHY IS HE SINGING??

"...I took it out without realising it..."

The echo rippled throughout my body. My heart was trying to destroy my ribcage and I almost fell up the basement stairs. I scrambled up the stairs to the roof. As I was stumbling I could hear him calmly continue his melody behind me.

I struggled to get the key in the keyhole and when I finally did, I couldn't turn it properly. His sweet voice got closer and closer and that only worsened my anxiety. My hands fumbled with and shook the keys until he was right behind me.

He continued singing behind me, basically in my ear, until he got sick of my shit and slowly wrapped his hand around mine, turned the key (immediately and with ease), opened the door and shoved me into the cold.

He slowly approached me with a small smile. Chuckling a little. I backed up as much as I could until my lower back hit the edge. I almost began hyperventilating.

"I only have one question" he yelled as he steadily approached me. He was only a few feet away now.

"Who do I hate the most?" he was now inches away from my face and he gently took the apple I had clutched onto from my hand. "The police who are too stupid to catch me…" he broke the apple with his bare hands, not even breaking a sweat or showing any signs of real effort. He held both pieces in his left hand.

"Or the fools that think calling them is gonna protect them from me?". He bit into one of the halves and chewed slowly as he maintained eye contact with a soulless stare.

I fumbled trying to think of the right answer. Realistically if they don't call the police then the first half wouldn't be an option. Right??

"The-t-t-t-the p-people who call the… call the police?" He took another bite and threw both pieces away as he finished chewing.

"Trick question." He stated as he finished, putting his left hand in his pants pocket. "It's you, Mister Mori." my eyes widened as I immediately realised why he was after me. But it was too late. As soon as he finished his statement he had pressed his right hand against my chest and pushed me off the roof. My screams continued until my body met the pavement down… far below.

Jongho's POV:

I didn't even bother to watch that fucker die. I kept my stare forward as my arm fell to my side, swinging. I enjoyed hearing the effect distance had on his screaming voice. It was something out of a cartoon or maybe an extra added into a song as his scream was loud and faded quickly until silence.

I smiled as I heard the sudden silence and I swear I heard the body hit the ground. I chuckled. He would've lived if he didn't try calling those fucking idiots. The force never gets me. It's sad yet amusing.

I waited until I heard the screams of two women who clearly saw the corpse. I was satisfied by the result, but I knew I had to leave or else those dumbasses would get what they wanted, and get it far too easily.

I took out my phone to make a quick call.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"You're going to miss me again. Mr Mori's residence. His body is in front of the building, on the pavement. You're actually welcome if you think about it." I ended the call and breathed in the cold night air, enjoying the feeling of the cold in my lungs.

I slowly turned around and took my time getting to the door, down the stairs, through the hallway, into the kitchen-lounge and to the front door.

With a huff of satisfaction I switched off the lights, twisted the knob of the door and walked out as if nothing had happened.

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yourlocaljonghoe · 3 months

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Trial of Fate. || Choi Jongho. [Masterlist]

Summary: As a soul neither dead nor alive, you are merely there to guide those awaiting their trial of fate at the other side of the holy river. But one day, a God descended from heaven. His name was Jongho, and he was fascinated by your unique soul. Consequently, in defiance of all expectations, you now found yourself awaiting your own trial, and the dashing God of War decided to help you navigate it all. Could these two spirits, so different yet so similar, triumph against their destiny together?

Pairing: God!Choi Jongho x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut, Fantasy!Au, God!Au, Greek & Chinese mythology inspired

Wordcount: (for now) 2k

Warnings: None

A/N: Finally managed to upload the masterlist! I really hope y'all will enjoy this series as much as I did while writing it. Divider credits to @firefly-graphics and the credit to the masterlist graphic goes to @hwasdollie!

Taglist: @yunho-mp3, @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8, @preciouswoozi, @aussiekpopginger, @kitten4sannie, @binniesbang, @yessa-vie

Prologue.

Trial of Love. [ Book 1 ]

⤷ Chapter 01. currently writing...

Trial of Life. [ Book 2 ]

Trial of Death. [ Book 3 ]

Epilogue.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Roll the Dice

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 5.8k

Includes- Sex dice game, oral, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, boob play, marking, cock riding, sex from behind, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jongho POV

"Why do you have this?", I ask my best friend

"Have what?", she asks as she rummages in her closet for a blanket

She has her apartment at freezing level because she's always hot

Me, I'm cold and I demand a blanket if I'm going to stay in this frigid igloo

"This?"

"Hold on", she says, coming out of the closet with a fluffy blanket

That she tosses at me and it hits me square in the face

She giggles, "Sorry"

I scowl at her, but open the blanket and get it around me

Ah warmth

"What were you yapping about?", she asks, sitting next to me on her bed

"This", I say, showing her the dice game she left out in the open

The sex dice game called, "Let's Fuck"

Who the fuck is she playing this with?

"Oh that. It was a free gift with something I ordered"

I'm assuming it's something that has to do with sex

Like a toy or lingerie or whatever

"Ok why is it out in the open?"

She rolls her eyes, "I just got the package yesterday Jonghie and I left them on my nightstand. I forgot about it. It's not a big deal"

It kinda is

I don't want to think about her doing anything sexual with anyone else

Not that I could stop her

"Who are you planning on using it with?"

She raises her eyebrow, "No one. Not now anyway. If I get a boyfriend then maybe with him but as of now I'm fresh out of guys"

I nod, relaxing

"Why, do you wanna play?"

My eyes snap to her smirking face

"I...I...uh...I don't...I mean", I stammer

She just laughs, "I'm kidding Jonghie. Jeez relax"

I mean I want to but I don't know if she's serious or not

Or if she's playing it off as a joke because of my reaction

Since she brought it up, it's the best chance I have at being with her

And maybe telling her how I feel

"What if I want to play?", I ask

She narrows her eyes, "Cut it out Jongho. You don't"

"Yes I do", I say

"Then what was with all the stuttering?"

"You threw me off guard! But I do want to play. If you do"

She silent for a few seconds and I'm hoping I didn't just fuck up our friendship

"Yeah ok, let's play"

She takes the package and reads the back

"Ok you get the two pink dice and I get the blue ones. We roll and do what the dice says. We roll the silver dice when either of us has a winning roll"

"What's a winning roll?", I ask

"Uh for girls it's "gently suck clitoris" or "lick clitoris" and for guys it's "suck penis" or "lick penis"

I feel my face heat up so much

"Still wanna play?", she asks, her eyes on me

I nod

"Ok then"

She gives me the pink dice and takes the blue, then puts the silver in the middle

"I'll go first", she says, rolling her dice, "Pinch penis"

I gape at the dice

It's already asking her to touch my dick

I'm a goner

She reaches over and puts her hand over my hard clothed dick, pinching softly

"Ok done. You roll"

Picking up the pink dice, I throw the on the bed, "Lick Cheek"

Kinda gross but whatever

I move closer to her, my mouth against her cheek

I just want to kiss her but instead I stick my tongue out a little and give a small lick

"Ugh", she says, pulling away

Yeah not something really sexy

She picks up the blue dice and rolls again

Tug on penis

"Seriously? Why are you getting all the good ones?", she huffs

I really have no clue but I like the way she rolls

"Lean back", she says

I do, then she slides her hand under my sweatpants and boxers, wrapping around my dick

"Hmm. Feels big", she says as she tugs on me a few times

I swear my face has never been so hot for this long

"You're roll", she says

I take the dice and roll

Tickle navel

"Oh god no", she says, "I hate being tickled"

"It's what the dice says to do", I answer

She purses her lips together, "Fine"

I nod, "Lay down"

"I will not be responsible for any violent outbursts while you do this", she says, laying down, "I hate being tickled"

"Ok, ok", I roll my eyes, "Drama queen"

She sticks her tongue out at me and I just laugh

She pulls up her shirt and I stop laughing, looking at her body that's exposed to me

Fucking hot

Without thinking, I gently touch her stomach and run my hand up, her soft skin feeling so good

I keep going, touching her belly button ring then run my fingers over the tattoo she has on her lower stomach

A tattoo I had no clue she had

She doesn't squirm or move as I softly tickle her

"I thought you hated tickling?"

She shrugs, "It's not ticklish right now"

Pulling my hand away, she pulls her shirt down then sits up

The dice rolls and she gets "lick earlobe"

What the fuck is that?

She comes closer to me, softly turning my head to the side

Her wet tongue touches my ear and I grimace as she licks

I'm not into licking random parts of my body

It's weird

When she moves away, I resist the urge to wipe my ear

Instead I pick up my dice and roll again

Lick nipple

Oh my god

I slowly look up at her, her face fire red

"We don't have-", I start but she shakes her head

She pulls up her shirt, this time over her boobs, revealing a flimsy bralette she's wearing

And I get harder than I was before

I watch her pull her shirt completely off, her hand pulling down one side of her bra, popping her big boobs out, her pierced nipple out

My eyes widen and it's taking everything in me to not attack her nipple right now

"Go Jonghie", she says

Leaning closer, I move my tongue out, touching her nipple and licking slowly

"Fuck", she murmurs, "Again"

I eagerly lick her nipple again, her ring cool against my tongue, her nipple hardening

She pulls down the other side of her bra and I move to that nipple licking it too

Feeling the hard bump under my tongue makes my cock throb and god I just want to fuck her

Shakily, she says, "Mmm....my turn"

Reluctantly I move away from her and sit, watching as her shaky hand takes the dice

She rolls and when the dice land and I read what she rolled, my mouth falls open

Suck Penis

Oh my god, oh my god

"Pants and boxers off Jonghie"

My eyes snap to hers and I'm so fucking surprised to see her licking her bottom lip, lust in her eyes

"Either you take it off or I will"

Did she really just say that to me?

Apparently, I'm taking too long because she shoves me down on the bed, her hands pulling my bottom clothes off

I lift my ass to help her get them off, and she throws my clothes on the floor

"Holy shit", she says

She's looking at my dick with wide eyes

I'm wondering if that's good or bad

"Jonghie", she says, her hand wrapping around my cock, moving up slowly, "You have the perfect dick"

"Www...what?", I choke out, my mind blown

She doesn't say anything more, her mouth already around my head, tongue swirling

"Fuck", I moan, pleasure hitting me hard

She starts sucking and I can't believe how good it feels

"Mmmm", she moans, moving down my length more

I still can't wrap my head around the sight of my cock in her mouth

I never thought this would happen when I agreed to hang out today

Never

She moves down more, my cock sliding in her tight throat as she deepthroats me

And I'm fucking shocked

She holds herself on my dick, choking in between sucking

"Jo you don't have-"

I stop talking when she starts bobbing her head, up and down, fucking my cock in her throat

Unbelievable pleasure runs through me and I can't help but hold onto her hair

"Oh god. Fuck. Oh god"

Between the feel of her throat and her choking sounds, the pleasure is fucking incredible

I don't know how she's taking my whole dick but she is

Like a fucking pro

When she takes me all in her mouth, she swallows on my length, her throat getting so fucking tight

"Oh...god", I choke out

If she keeps going, I'm gonna cum

And I don't want to yet

"Sss....stop", I moan, "Nnnn...not yet"

She stops, looking up at me

"Not yet. Roll silver die", I tell her

The sex die

She pulls off me, nodding, "Ok"

She hands me the silver die and I throw it on the bed

"Woman on top", she reads

Fuck

Having her ride me?

Yes fucking please

The next thing I know, she's pulling her bralette off, her tits hitting me in the face

She gets off the bed, pulling her shorts and panties down

And I get my first view of her completely naked

And my brain shuts off

Total shut down

"Take your shirt off Jonghie"

I don't move, my brain not processing anything

She climbs in my lap, straddling me, feeling how wet she is

Fuck, did I make her this wet?

She tugs on my shirt, shoving it up my body

"Off", she demands and I sit up with her pulling my shirt off

Then she shoves me down on my back, her hands touching my body

"Fuck Jongho. You're so hot", she murmurs, "Why do the stylists never show off your body? You're always fully covered and if ATINYS saw you like this they'd go crazy"

That's the way I want it though

I don't want to show my body off

The other guys do that enough

"I don't....don't want to show off. I prefer to be ...covered up"

"Shame. Look at all these fucking muscles", her hands touch my chest then moves down, "And abs. God these are even harder than San's"

Yeah I work out a lot

It helps with the stress

As her hands move lower, she moves back, sitting on my thighs, her hand wrapping around my dick

"And this. Massive cock. Fuck", she says, "Can't wait to ride it"

Oh fuck, seriously

"Then get on", I say, the bravery coming out of no where

I don't talk like this so I don't know where that came from

"Ok", she says simply

She holds up my dick, hovering over me

I'm shocked as I watch her lower onto me, my head already inside her

She puts my hands on her hips, "Help me get on your cock Jonghie"

Oh my fucking god

I can't believe she's saying this to me

"Please Jongho", she whines as she slowly takes my dick inside her

The tightness of her pussy is turning my brain off and I have just enough of thought left to push her down on me

My eyes stay on her cunt, watching her hole split around my length as she takes me inside her

She throbs hard around the part of my dick inside her, drenching me so much, her juice is running down the rest of my cock that's not in her

"All the way down Jonghie. Please", she whines, her legs flexing as she slides down

I can't, I doubt I'm going to last long

She just feels way too good

Like nothing I've ever felt before

Finally we get her all the way down my dick so she's sitting flush against my legs

And her cunt is going crazy clenching and tugging on my cock so blissfully

"Oh my god Jonghie", she moans, leaning over me, her hands on my chest, "You feel so good Jonghie. Oh fuck"

Her hips start moving, circling around as her cunt opens up around me slightly

She's just clenching too hard to get a lot of room as we're a very snug fit

Which I wouldn't want any other way

"Oh god", she shivers when she moves a particular way

"Are ..you ok?", I gasp out, the pleasure too good

She nods, "You're head rubbed my spot and it felt so good"

"Where?", I ask, wanting to know exactly where it is so I could pleasure her right there

She rolls her hips against me, "There", she groans, her hands tightening on my skin

I nod, grip her hips, pushing up into her and grind her on my cock right in that spot

"Fuck", she cries, her eyes closing

Both of us move together, her grinding and rocking getting faster while I move my arms to move her harder

She's so beautiful it's insane

She has no idea how much I love seeing her in pleasure and especially because I'm the reason she's feeling so good

"Shit, right there Jonghie", she gasps, "Don't stop baby. Please don't stop"

"I won't", I promise, not realizing that hearing her call me baby would make me this happy

Even though she probably doesn't realize she did

Her pussy spasms around me so fast, her moans the prettiest thing I've ever heard

She rocks a few more times, clenching down on my cock ridiculously tightly

"I'm gonna cum! Jongho!", she yells, "Sss....stop..if...if you don't want me to...to...cum on you....stop"

No way I'm stopping

I just move her faster

"Jonghie", she cries, "Oh fuck Jongho!"

Her cunt spasms so hard as she cums, her arms shaking as she holds herself up on my chest

Pleasure like I've never felt before washes over me and I gasp

Oh fuck, fuck

Is that...from her orgasm?

Jesus Christ

She continues to grind into me as her orgasm tapers off, her eyes looking at me and widening

"Good?"

"Fucking amazing", she says softly, blowing my mind, "Your turn"

My turn?

For wh-

My brain turns off as she bounces on my dick, shooting pleasure everywhere in my body

My eyes immediately move to her cunt and my mouth drops watching her hole spread open around my length

She goes all the way down, her legs hitting my lap, making a skin slapping sound that I never knew could be so hot

She slides up and I whisper, "Oh fuck" at the sight of her cream covering my dick

Oh god, that's such a turn on

The faster she bounces on me, the more her pussy leaks her cream all over me

It's a beautiful view

"Fuck, you're so hard", she moans

Of course I'm hard

How can I not be when I have the most beautiful girl on the planet on top of me, moving so hypnotically

I doubt I've been this hard before

"Damn Jongho, your cock is so good to ride", she praises, "Such a good dick"

"Good enough for you?", I ask shyly

"Definitely", she smiles, leaning on my chest as she moves

I blush, happy I'm good for her

That's all I ever wanted to be

"Good for you?", she asks, tilting her head

I nod, "Perfect Jo. You're perfect"

Her cheeks turn a cute pink, making me smile

She smiles back, taking my breath away as she continues to move on me

She clenches hard around my length and I gasp from the pleasure

It feels amazing pushing through her tightness, her cunt keeping me in a tight hold

"Oh god", I moan, my fingers digging into her hips

The sloppy wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my dick is so arousing and pornographic, coupled with the sight of her riding me and how it feels, I'm in heaven

She moves harder, riding me fast and pushing me closer and closer

Moving my hands from her hips, she places mine on her jiggling boobs and I automatically squeeze

"Mmm", she moans, pulsing around my cock so fucking hard, "Want you to cum Jonghie"

I gape at her in shock

"You do"

"Mmm hmm", she answers, grinding on my dick when she takes me back in, "Please"

"Where...where...", I choke out, right there

I know where I want to cum, but I'm doing it where she tells me to

"Inside"

"I...what?", I ask, wondering if I actually heard right

"Cum inside me, Jonghie", she whines, "Please. Want to be filled by you. Want to milk your cock so bad"

Oh my god

I honestly can't believe she's speaking like this to me

I really hope I'm not dreaming

"Please Jongho, can you?"

I nod, "I...I..ccc...can"

"Good baby", she whimpers, slamming down hard on me

Bliss crashes over me and I hold her down on me as I shoot my cum inside her

"Joanne! Oh fuck! Oh my god!"

Her cunt immediately tightens over and over, sucking all the cum I have and willingly give her

"Yes Jonghie. Fuck, feels so good"

That blows my mind

How can my orgasm feels good for her?

"It...it...does?"

"Yes", she answers, breathing heavily

When I finish, she sits on my lap, catching her breath while I just look at her in awe and love

Her skin is glistening in sweat as is her hair and I've never seen such a beautiful sight

"I'll be right back", she says after a minute

I sit up and she gets off me and watch her walk to her door

My eyes catch the erotic sight of my cum leaking down her legs

Fuck

I can't believe she's just walking around like that as if it doesn't bother her

She leaves the room and I don't know what to do now

I don't want to leave but I also don't want it to be awkward

I don't know how our friendship is going to change or if it'll change

I don't know how to be around her when she comes back and I have a bad feeling this will bite me in the ass

A few minutes later she comes back and plops on the bed

"Bathroom is yours if you need it", she says, making me realize she went to clean up

I should too

"Yeah, thanks"

Getting up, I make my way to the bathroom

Washing off my dick, I'm dreading going back into the room

I'm so scared she's going to kick me out

Taking a breath, I leave the bathroom and get back to her room

"You wanna keep playing?", she asks as soon as I step inside the room

My eyebrow shoots up immediately, "You still want to play?"

"If you want, I'm game"

Of course I want to play

Anything that will get me near her I want to do

I just hope she actually does want to play and is not doing this just to get sex

Which is probably what it is but I'm pushing that thought out of my head

"Yeah, I'll play"

Sitting across from her, I grab the pink dice and roll

"Lick navel"

"Oh here we go with the tickles again", she rolls her eyes

"I'll try not to make it tickle", I tell her

She chuckles, "I don't think that can be helped but go for it"

She lays down and I lean over her stomach

I press my lips to her lower stomach giving her a kiss first, feeling her skin tremble

Parting my lips, I move my tongue out, slowly licking her skin

"Fuck", she moans, her hands gripping her sheets hard

Moving my tongue, I lick up her stomach around her belly button, giving her kisses in between licks

Her skin is so soft, tasting a little like salt, probably from her sweat

I actually like it

Her hand moves, her fingers running through my hair softly as I kiss and lick her beautiful skin

Pulling her skin in my mouth, I suck on it for a few seconds then let go before a mark forms

"Don't stop", she whimpers, "Please don't stop"

"It'll leave a mark", I tell her

Her hand moves to my chin, softly lifting my head up, her eyes on mine

"I want that", she whispers, blowing my mind

"Are you sure?"

She nods, "Please Jonghie"

"Ok baby", I answer, wincing when I realized what I called her

She just smiles, her hand back in my hair

Kissing her skin softly, I suck on that spot, running my fingers up and down the side of her body

Pulling away, a pretty purple mark is left on her skin

Licking it, I move to another spot, sucking there

She moans softly as I leave mark after mark all over her stomach

When I finish, I sit up, admiring all the hickies on her

"So pretty Jonghie", she says softly, leaning on her elbows, looking down at her stomach

"Yeah?", I ask shyly

"Yeah", she confirms, smiling, "My turn to roll"

Picking up the blue dice, she throws them on the bed

Pinch butt cheeks

She bursts out laughing as my face turns red

She's really going to do that?

That's something I should do to her

"C'mon Jonghie", she laughs, "Show me that ass"

"Jo-"

"Just do it. Lay on your stomach"

I sigh, laying down, feeling so embarrassed

I feel her hands grab a handful of my ass, squeezing and pinching

"Nice ass Jonghie", she compliments as she continues touching my ass

"Are you done?", I whine, not liking this at all

It's not hot, it's not sexy and I want it to end

"Yeah you big baby", she chuckles, her hands off me

I sit up, taking the pink dice

"Don't be such a baby Jonghie. It's just for fun"

Yeah easy for her to say

I roll the dice and get "Blow on clit"

"So boring", she sighs, but lays down, opening her legs like it's nothing

My mouth drops, eyes on her pussy

Jesus, seeing her up close is making my dick hard

She so wet, so small, so pink

Her pussy lips are so puffy, her clit swollen

I don't notice that I'm leaning down until my mouth is right by her clit

I want to suck it in my mouth but that's not what I rolled

So I softly blow on her clit, watching her legs tremble

Her little bump throbs and God I just want her in my mouth

Giving her one last blow, I sit up before I lose control and bury my face in her cunt

She slowly sits up, her hands shaking as she takes the dice

"Tug on butt cheeks"

Seriously?

Another butt thing?

I don't even argue this time, laying on my stomach, feeling her pull on my ass

It's over quickly and I just want to roll

I'm so horny and from her body language I think she is too

Reading the dice, I get so excited

"Gently suck nipple"

She breathes hard, looking at me, want in her eyes

I gently push her back on her bed, moving on top of her

Holding up her boob, I latch onto her nipple right away, sucking hard

"Jongho!", she cries, her body arching

I moan into her nipple, tugging on her piercing, not caring about being shy anymore

I want her

She knows it and I know it

No need to act shy

Switching to her other nipple, I suck and play, loving the way her hard nipple feels in my mouth

Loving the sounds she makes when I bite on her nipple ring

Loving the way her hands are squeezing the life from my upper arms

I don't know how long I suck on her perfect nipples but it has to be awhile

Ten minutes at the least

"Jjj.. Jonghie", she whimpers, "I...I need to...roll"

I whine, reluctantly pulling off her nipple

Sitting up, I hold her hands, pulling her up, handing her the blue dice

"Lick neck"

She immediately moves to me, her mouth pressing kisses to my neck

Oh fuck

Her kisses are making me dizzy and I had no clue kisses could feel this way

Her tongue runs on my skin, making shivers run up my back

She switches between kissing and licking, moving from the right side of my neck, to the front, spreading them to the left side

And I just moan, holding onto her, falling into the pleasure that I didn't know this could give

"I love this beauty mark, Jonghie", she whimpers, touching the mark on my neck, "Fuck, it's so sexy. You have no clue how much I want to kiss it everytime I see it"

Wait what?

What did she just say?

Her lips land on the spot where my mark is, licking and kissing, clouding my mind, everything but her flying out of my head

After another few minutes, she pulls away, breathing hard

She moves closer, leaning her head against my shoulder, hugging me

My heart pounds in my chest, keeping my arm around her as I reach for the pink dice

Throwing it, I read the dice, shocked

Gently suck clit

Her eyes widen looking at the dice, then looking up at me

I don't even think, I shove her down on the bed, opening her legs

Her cunt is glistening in juice and looks so fucking good to eat

"Please Jongho", she whines and that spurs me on

Laying down, I latch onto her clit, sucking hard and fast right away

"Jongho!", she screams, her hands pulling on my hair

Oh my god this is fucking amazing

Her small clit is so swollen, throbbing against my lips and is even better to suck on than her nipples

Keeping my tongue against her clit, I suck like my life depends on it, tugging, pulling back before I suck it back in my mouth

"Yes Jonghie! Don't stop. Oh god"

There is no force on this earth that will make me stop

I keep going, pushing more into her cunt, sucking on her like she's candy

To me, she is

"Jongho! I'm gonna cum! Jongho!"

Hearing that fuels me to go faster and in the next second she screams my name, her legs shaking around my head as she cums

"Yes! Jongho! Yes!"

Sucking her through it, as soon as she finishes, I let go of her clit, burying my tongue in her pussy, licking every where I can

Her cum hits my tongue, tasting so fucking good

I moan into her, licking and swallowing all the cream that I can

"So good jagi", I murmur, "God this cream tastes so good. Pussy tastes so good"

"Jonghie, on my god"

"More baby. Fuck I need more", I beg, swirling my tongue around her little hole, then dragging my tongue along her slit over and over

"Yes Jonghie. Oh god, don't stop"

"I won't baby", I assure her, reveling in the way her cunt is soaking my face and neck

God I love it

Holding her legs open, I shove my tongue in her cunt as far as I can, wiggling it inside her

Her back arches as she yells, her hands fisting my hair

I plunge my tongue into her clenching hole over and over, giving her pussy full licks in between

God I want her cum so bad

I've never been this way with any girl I was with

Never wanting to please them as much as I want to please her

Never wanting their cum so bad

"Jonghie! Oh my god!", she cries

Just as she snaps, I slip my tongue back in just in time for her to cum around it

Her cream coats my tongue as it floods my mouth, tasting fucking delicious

I swallow over and over, letting her ride out her orgasm on my tongue

Only when she finishes, do I pull my tongue out, swallowing more of her

Diving back in for more, I clean up her pussy, making sure I get every drop

Moving away, I look down at her, watching her breathing heavily, her eyes closed, mouth slightly parted

I get the silver die and gently put it in her hand

Her eyes open, finding mine

"When you're ready", I tell her, "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere"

She smiles softly, nodding, taking a deep breath

A few minutes later she sits up, rolling the die

"Doggy style"

We look at each other and I see the lust in her eyes

The same lust that has to be in mine

Grabbing her, I flip her over easily and she moves to her hands and knees

Aligning myself right away, I plunge deeply into her in one stroke, her pussy so wet she takes me easily

"Oh god yes!", she cries as I moan, feeling her tight cunt engulf my cock perfectly

Holding her hips, I pull almost all the way out, slamming back inside her in the next second

Moving, I fuck her hard and fast, drowning in the pleasure she's giving me

Her screams are music to my ears, the sound of my name falling from her lips over and over absolutely everything

Her cunt is pouring creamy juice like a waterfall, my entire cock and pelvis soaked

It just makes me more horny for her

I watch her hole opening and straining on me, her pussy sucking me into her, squeezing my cock so tightly

Slamming inside, I hit her spot, her screaming, "There! Jongho there!"

I pump my cock into her sweet pussy, making sure I hit her spot over and over

I can't, it feels so good, she feels so good, she's fucking perfect

Perfect for me

I knew she would be

Pounding into her, her cunt clenches down on my dick, throbbing like crazy

"Jongho!", she cries, climaxing, throwing me into intense pleasure

My mouth drops as I watch her cunt gush squirt around my cock

It registers in my pleasure filled brain that I made her squirt

It looks so fucking pretty, so much juice spilling out of her, drenching me and the sheets under her

"Yes Jonghie, fuck you feel so good", she cries, "More Jonghie. I want more of you"

I want more of her too, I need her

I want to feel her arms around me, feel her holding me tightly, feel her lips against mine

I need that now

Pulling out of her, I turn her to face me and I go for it

Crashing my lips to hers, I finally kiss her

Something I've been waiting to do for literally years

Her arms fly around my neck as she kisses me back, her tongue licking my lips

Opening my mouth, I take her tongue in, pressing mine against hers

I can't help but moan feeling her kiss

I knew it'd be like this

Amazing, mind altering, heaven

I knew it

Pulling her against my body, I keep my arm around her, turning us, laying her down and moving on top of her

Her legs wrap around me tightly, my hand moving me to her pussy and I sink into her

She moans in my mouth, her arms tightening around my neck, her hand buried in the back of my hair

I tighten my arm around her, keeping her soft skin against mine as I start to move

I hold her thigh with my free hand, squeezing as I move in and out again and again, pure bliss running down my body

As I move, I trail my fingers from her thigh up and down the side of her body, her skin shivering under my fingertips

Her warm cunt takes me in perfectly with every thrust, clenching around me with each stroke

And through it all, her lips never leave mine, kissing me silly

She pulses quickly around my length, her legs tightening around me and I know she's going to cum

Pulling away from her lips, I whisper in her ear, "Cum for me jagi"

She whimpers, her cunt squeezing my cock in a death grip and fuck it feels so incredible pushing through that tightness

"Lose it for me baby. Cum around my cock", I plead

"Jongho", she calls softly

I watch her cum, shaking in my arms, the sight fucking beautiful as ecstasy hits me hard

I pump my cock into her a few more times, losing it when she ask me to cum inside her again

"Fuck Joanne", I moan, sheathing my cock inside her, spilling all my cum inside her, stars blasting in my vision

"Yes baby", she whimpers, her pussy spasming and milking my cock

As the pleasure tapers off, she pulls me back to her, her lips against mine, kissing me deeply

Of course I kiss her back just as passionately

I'll always kiss her, no matter what

We kiss for a really long time and I'm in fucking paradise, her kisses out of this world

When we finally pull apart, I lean my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard

"Please Jonghie, don't...don't let this be the only time I can be with you"

I pull my head back, looking down at her in shock

She...she can't be saying what I think she's saying

Right?

"You...you want...more times like this?", I ask softly

She nods, "Like this and more. I want you Jongho. I can't...I can't hide it anymore. I can't just stand aside and pretend to be happy when you tell me you were with other girls. I love you and I can't do it anymore"

I'm completely shocked as her words sink in

It's like my brain can't take in that she feels the same way I do

"I love you Jonghie and I know I'm throwing this at you from nowhere. I'm not expecting you to feel the same but I can't do this anymore. I understand if you don't feel the same but I can't be around you anymore. Not until I get over yo-"

I realize what she's saying and I immediately press a kiss to her lips to stop her nonsense sentence

Pull back, I run my fingers in her hair, "You aren't getting over me jagi. I never want you to. I loved you for a long time and you are the only one I have ever wanted"

Her big brown eyes widen, surprise in them

"I am?"

I nod, "It's always been you Jo. Always"

She smiles softly, "It's always been you Jonghie"

I smile, so relieved

So happy I'm getting the girl of my dreams

"You're mine now", I whisper, nuzzling my nose against hers, "Always mine"

"That's all I ever wanted to be Jonghie", she murmurs, "That and for you to be mine"

"I am jagi. I was always yours"

"I love you", she tells me

"I love you", I answer, smiling widely

Her hand touches my cheek softly as I press my lips to hers, knowing that this is just one kiss among the many more we'll share together

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sugarnspice630 · 17 days

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I wonder how would each member react that you wore a phenomenon perfume to seduce them (yk the tiktok trend,when the girlfriend wore that perfume and their boyfriend sniffing them like crazy.)

I wonder how ateez would react..

I would be happy if you do it 🥺

Hi anon! Omg I absolutely love this idea. I am also curious how Ateez would react in this situation, so let’s dive in to see what I’ve come up with! 😈🙏

Ateez's Reactions to You Using a Pheromone Perfume Around Them

A/N: Sometimes I changed the prompt to have already established the pheromone perfume or it wasn't necessarily used to seduce the member. I hope that's okay! I just got bored of essentially writing the same thing in different fonts so I had to change it up a bit for my sake, but all stories still involve the perfume! Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Hongjoong

Going for a night drive with Hongjoong, being the passenger princess like you loved. Listening to the music playing from the stereo and taking in the beautiful scenery of city life at night. The peaceful humming of Hongjoong singing along to the song currently playing and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. Sitting at a red light waiting to turn, you decided to dig in your bag for your perfume to "touch up your scent." Fortunately for Hongjoong, the perfume of choice for the night was the pheromone perfume that has been seen all over the internet. You saw videos of how crazy it made everyone’s boyfriends react, and you wanted to try it out on him. You opened the cap and rolled the perfume on your wrists and neck, snapping the cap back on the perfume and placing it into your bag. The light changed, and Hongjoong was able to turn. Your body leaned closer to him since you were turning left, and the air in the car blew the smell of your perfume over to him. He glanced over at you to make sure you didn’t spill anything since the smell was so strong. It was a smell he had never smelled before, but it was making his body react in an animalistic way.

“Mm, b-baby what did you just put on?”

“Nothing..just my usual perfume.” You smirked, realizing it had such a quick effect on him.

“Can’t be.” He shifted in his seat with his eyes forward. “This perfume is different than your other kind.” His grip on the wheel tightens, and he looks for a place to pull over. His breathing increases heavily as he keeps leaning over to your side of the car to catch a better whiff.

“Hongjoong what are you-?” You say as he quickly whips into an almost empty parking lot, harshly puts the car in park, and unfastens his seatbelt, crawling over to you. His face dove straight into your neck, and he was sniffing you like a wild dog. You reached your hand up to his face as he breathed in your smell.

“I’m sorry baby. We’ll get back to our drive later. I need to get more of you right now.”

Seonghwa

You were sitting in front of your vanity, getting ready for your date with Seonghwa. You were almost finished with your routine. Just a few more touch-ups you had to do. You had this perfume that Seonghwa loved when you wore it because it made him find you irresistible. Little did he know, it was a pheromone perfume that was meant to drive him crazy. You had seen it everywhere online and decided you wanted to try it out on him. You picked up your favorite lip gloss and rolled it across your lips. You see Seonghwa walking up to you in the mirror. You smiled softly as you watched him approach you.

“You look amazing darling~.” He said this as he kissed the top of your head, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you baby. I always try to look nice for you.”

"Well, you don’t have to try that hard~ since you always look amazing.” He rests his head on top of yours as he gently wraps his arms around you. You finished getting ready as he cuddled you. Shortly after, you finished your makeup and turned to Seonghwa.

“All done~.”

“Mmm, not yet. You’re forgetting something.” He says this as he gets up off your head to reach for the vile of pheromone perfume on the desk.

“Seonghwa I can’t wear that.”

“Please darling? I wanna put it on you.” He said it with a slight pout as he popped off the cap of the perfume, and you couldn’t help but smile and nod as he seemed so excited to help you out. He dotted the bottle along your collarbone, careful not to put on too much as it would drive him absolutely insane. He placed the cap back on the bottle and set it down. He looked you in the eyes and up and down, taking in the view before him. Leaning down to take a small whiff, the smell of the perfume fills his senses and his head.

“Now I’ll have to fight all the men who try to come after you tonight.” He says with a smirk as he takes your hand and helps you up off the chair to go on your date.

Yunho

You felt bad that every time Yunho would talk about Valorant or Spider-Man, you always had to just nod and smile. The guilt was setting in because you could not really understand what he was saying. The excitement and passion on his face was enough to keep you interested, but the information would never stick because you had no baseline, and then you felt bad when he would ask you, “Oh, remember this thing I told you?” and you couldn’t remember. To make your teaching interesting, you put on a pheromone perfume that you recently bought online. Apparently, the perfume had an effect on men that activated their hormones and made them go crazy over you. Gliding the perfume on your wrist and across your neck, making sure to put it on your sweet spots. You picked up a notebook and pen to be able to take notes to study. You walked over to where Yunho was.

“Yunho I want you to teach me about Valorant.”

“H-huh? All of a sudden?”

“Yeah! I feel bad when I can’t remember the things you tell me, so give me the basics so I can study and be able to remember better.”

“Ah..o-okay. Have a seat.” He said, patting next to him, smiling and looking at you. You walked over and sat down next to him. The breeze from you sitting down went over to Yunho, and a new scent filled his nose. His breath hitched in his throat, and you gave him a confused expression.

“You alright love?”

“I-I don’t know.” He leaned in closer to you and took a deep breath. “Did you get a new perfume?”

“Yeah, I saw it online and wanted to try it.” You admitted it shyly, hiding what the perfume actually did and admiring the way Yunho was acting.

“It- it smells really good. I like it a lot.” He leaned closer to you and breathed in heavily again. Placing a hand on the back of your neck and sticking his nose into the crevice.

“Yunho- what about Valorant?”

“Valorant is the least important thing right now. Give me a few minutes with you instead.”

Yeosang

Trying out the viral pheromone perfume that so many ladies on the internet said worked wonders. After doing dozens of hours of research to find the best one, you placed an order and waited for it to come in the mail. You were busy doing other things at the time it was delivered, so Yeosang brought the package in for you.

“This has your name on it baby.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You say as you take the package and smile to yourself.

“What did you order?”

“Ah, n-nothing. Just something I saw on the internet that I wanted. People have been saying it’s really good.” You shyly smile and set the package on your side. Yeosang nods and lets you get back to your work. When he leaves the room, you excitedly open the package and examine the product. You open the box and slide out a little dark blue vial that has a ball-roll cap on the end. You took the cap off and sniffed it. You couldn’t really smell anything, but you thought maybe it would smell different on your skin. You applied it generously to your skin and popped the cap back on. Waiting a few minutes for it to soak in and trying to sniff your wrists. There was a soft vanilla scent; it was quite pleasant, but not like your everyday perfume. You wanted to see how Yeosang reacted to it, since the internet made it seem instantaneous. You walked out of your room and went over to him.

“Did you try your thing out?” He asked as he watched you walk in. You nodded and hummed a “mmhmm”, walking over to him, hoping the smell would permeate over to him quickly.

“What do you think~?”

“Well, I’m not sure what you got.”

“It was a new perfume I wanted to try.” You said this as you held your wrist near his nose. He leaned closer to take a whiff of it and pondered for a moment.

“Did you...put enough on? It doesn’t really smell like anything.”

“I-I think I did..” Your voice trails off, feeling saddened and tricked by the internet yet again.

“I mean, I smell something, but it’s just not that strong.” Yeosang says a little more upbeat cause he could tell you were getting slightly upset. You sniffed your wrist again, and it still smelled the same.

“Maybe I got the wrong kind?”

“Everyone’s skin takes perfumes differently darling. Don’t feel bad.” Yeosang reassured you as he placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. You nodded softly and laid your head on his shoulder. He breathed in softly and noticed that something felt different about him. His body was reacting in some way to this new perfume you had on. He tried not to notice what was going on, but as he breathed in more, the scent only got more and more overwhelming for him. He fidgeted in his seat, and you couldn’t help but notice.

“You alright Yeosang?”

“I-I think I understand what this perfume does now.” He quickly said this under his breath before he turned over and placed you down on the couch, diving his nose into your neck to take in more of the scent. "Y-You should wear this more often my sweet."

San

Secretly applying this new pheromone perfume that you bought online in the room next to San’s gaming room. You bought it because you heard it smells really good, and men will find you irresistible. You unexpectedly got a call from one of your friends begging you to meet up for dinner, as you haven’t hung out in forever because of being busy with work. You accepted, seeing as San was busy with gaming. You walked into his room, tapped on his shoulder, and he removed his headphone from one ear to listen to you. You tell him you were going to go out with your friend. He nodded quickly, breathed in, and was immediately stunned by what he was smelling. He excused himself from the game and removed his headset, standing up and touching all over you, pushing himself closer to you.

“Darling, d-did you do something different?”

“No, just the usual.” You smirked to yourself, surprised it had this quick of an effect on him. He pressed his nose into the crevice of your neck, breathing heavily through his nose. “S-Sannie I have to go now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls as he pushes his body even closer to yours and breathes in quicker to gather more of your scent. You bring your hands up to try to push him off of you so that you can get ready to go meet up with your friend.

“San…I-I have to go- my friend-“ Your words are being cut off by San kissing and rubbing his nose along your neck.

“Sorry darling, but you’re not meeting with your friend tonight. I need you here with me instead.”

Mingi

“I got this for you love.” Mingi said as he handed you a small gift bag. You smiled and awed as you were taken aback by his sudden and kind action. Mingi always loved buying you things that he thought you would like. You carefully opened the bag and unrolled the tissue paper that was wrapped around the small, long, rectangular box inside the bag. You examined the box and saw it was a type of roll-on perfume. The label had a bunch of different fruits on the side, so you assumed it had a fruity smell. You smiled and looked at Mingi with loving eyes. He had a flustered look on his face.

“Thank you Mingi! I appreciate it very much.”

"Ah, it’s nothing really…I-I saw that a lot of girls online were buying it and saying how good it was, and my girl always has to have the best.” He was fidgeting with his hands at his sides.

“I love you so much Mingi.” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he smiled at your gesture. “I’ll go try it out right now.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and opened the perfume box. You sniffed the cap and couldn’t really smell anything at first. Applying it gently to your skin, you sniffed where you placed it and got a hint of a citrus smell. It was a light scent that you could use in case of an emergency. Setting the tube back on the bathroom counter, you walked back out to the room Mingi was in.

“This smells pretty good Mingi, thank you!” You said with glee as you sat down beside him. As you sat down, the air blew the perfume smell over to him, and he breathed in. The intoxicating smell immediately filled his nostrils and filled his head with thoughts. You saw him tense up as you sat down and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah everything’s fine.” He smiled and shifted in his seat. You dismissed his odd behavior and cuddled up next to him. Mingi kept shifting in his seat and leaning down to smell the perfume on you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mingi holted his actions and sighed.

“I have to tell you something….that perfume…it’s a..pheromone perfume.” He stuttered out and couldn’t meet your eyes.

“O-oh…” Your face flushed as it connected why he bought it for you.

“Yeah…and now my brain and body are on fire, and I need to show you how you just made me feel.”

Wooyoung

You had had a small argument with Wooyoung earlier in the day, which resulted in you not talking to each other that much. You both had errands you needed to run, so you went together just to save time. Stupidly, you had forgotten something inside the house and asked if he could run inside quick and get it for you since you were already buckled in the driver’s seat. He silently nodded, let out a small "mhm,” and got out of the car to get your item. You couldn’t handle Wooyoung not talking to you even after you apologized, so you decided to try out this pheromone perfume that one of your friends had given you. You rolled it on your wrists and neck, the spots that make the scent stick the best. You saw Wooyoung coming back in the rear view mirror and quickly placed the perfume back in your bag. He opened the door and handed you the item you had forgotten, leaning close to you to make sure you didn’t have to stretch too far to reach it. You heard him take a sniff through his nose, and he paused for a second.

“Are you wearing that perfume?”

“What are you talking about Youngie?”

“That perfume. I’ve been seeing it all over the internet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just my normal perfume-“ Your words were cut off by Wooyoung diving his face into your neck and placed his hand on the other side. He kissed the side of your face.

“You smell so good baby.” You smirk to yourself, seeing how feral he was acting over your scent. Driving his nose further into your neck and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck.

“Are you not mad at me anymore?”

“I couldn’t be mad at you anymore, but our errands are going to have to wait a little longer.”

Jongho

Jongho was planning on going out with the boys today, but you decided to try to see if you could keep him home with you instead. You secretly rolled on the pheromone perfume that you got a while ago that he really seemed to like on you, for obvious reasons. Just before he walked into your room to tell you he was getting ready to go, he made a small knock on your door. You greeted him with a smile, and he smiled right back at you. Walking over towards you to give you a kiss goodbye.

"Alright baby, the boys are waiting for me outside."

"Okie, bye sweetheart. I love you. Have fun!" You tell him as he leans down towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. After the kiss, he makes his way back over to the door of your room, but turns around before fully walking out, looking back at you and softly licking his lips. He walks back over to you again, and you're confused as to why he came back. Leaning down close to you to get another whiff of your scent. He has this huge smile on his face as he leans back up.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"What do you mean Jongho?"

"The-the perfume? That I like. The special perfume?" The smile on his face is so contagious, you can't help but smile back at him as well.

"No~." You tease him as you softly laugh at his reaction to it, knowing that you are getting exactly what you want. "Just go have fun with the boys!"

"O-okay yeah, you're right. I'm going now." He says as he slowly walks backwards to the door, still smiling like a fool at you. "Love you!"

"Love you too baby." He reaches for the door handle and goes to pull it shut. Not a moment passes and he opens the door back up.

"Do you wanna watch a movie instead?" Popping his head out from the side of the door.

"What happened with going out with the boys~?" You can't help but laugh at him wanting to stay with you, and it's all thanks to the perfume you put on.

"Y-yeah, I think I'd rather go out with you though babe. Stay in for the night, you know?" He waltzes his way back into your room, coming closer to you and catching another whiff of the perfume.

"I guess I can't say no to you~."

"Oh, I know you can't." His face is pressed into your neck, and you feel the gentle air coming in and out of his nose as he breathes in and out, taking in your scent.

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mingwrites · 14 days

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Can I request how Ateez would sound in bed (i.e. moaner, grunted, whimper, silent, loud).

thanks for requesting nonnie!!! hope u enjoy <3

how ateez sound in bed

seonghwa ~ very vocal in bed. he mostly makes soft, breathless moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you ride his dick. his brain becomes too fogged up with the feeling of you to form words, so he relies heavily on those sounds to let you know that you're doing well, that he feels good, and that he loves you. he also tends to bite his lip a lot, producing hums rather than open-mouthed moans. "mmmmh, mmh, you feel so-ahh-so good..."

hongjoong ~ a focused man and attentive lover, hongjoong tends to be a little more quiet during sex as he's so focused on making you feel good. the best way to hear his adorable, hoarse whimpers is when you suck him off or give him a handjob. that's when he's able to lie back, close his eyes, and fill the room with the sounds of his pleasure. "yessss, that's good, baby... mmm...! just like that..."

yunho ~ lots of grunting when he fucks into you. he puts a lot of strength into his thrusts and likes to make that apparent, producing low, almost growl-like sounds every time his hips pound against yours, his dick filling you completely. also has a tendency to laugh during sex, smirking cockily, specifically when you let out one of your own sounds or tell him how good he makes you feel. "mm, mm... my baby feels good? hah... so cute..."

yeosang ~ yeosang is on the quieter side, as he can be a little shy, even with you. during sex, he makes plenty of pretty little whimpers and groans, just at a very soft volume. he grows louder the longer your pussy squeezes his dick, the more he comes undone. he's also way too shy to talk much, so he instead communicates with little, desperate noises and broken sentences. "mm, mm, ah... i love it... mmmh..."

san ~ he tries to stay mostly silent in terms of moaning, instead opting to just tell you directly what he's feeling. in other words, he's big on dirty talk. while you will catch occasional low hums, especially when he's close to orgasm, he mostly prefers to be teasing you for the sounds you make. "you're so tight... mmm... i can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me. you're close, huh baby?"

mingi ~ mingi is unashamed of the type and amount of sound he makes, often using them as a substitute for words when he gets too worked up. he'll make quick, deep grunts when he fucks you, higher-pitched whimpers when you suck him off, and long, gruff moans when you fuck yourself on his dick. he loves the sound of your voice echoing in harmony with his. "mm, mmm, just like that, doll... ahh, yeah... take me down your throat..."

wooyoung ~ loud, loud, loud. in both the amount of moans and blabbering half-sentences you're able to get out of him, and in the volume of those sounds. wooyoung is shameless and unafraid to cue you (and your neighbors) in on exactly how he's feeling. on any given night, you'll hear him talking dirty, laughing, whimpering, moaning, and sometimes sobbing. "aaahhh, y/n, y/n, it's too much...! ah, ah, ah... mmm, so good..."

jongho ~ tries very hard to make as little noise as possible. he's rather shy and not always comfortable with that level of vulnerability, so he prefers to listen in on your sounds instead. also a master of dirty talk, he uses that skill to get the prettiest sounds out of you. of course, when he cums, he can't always hold back, and will let choked, high-pitched moans slip through. "mm, you feel so good... keep going, love... i'm gonna... ahh, aaahh...

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mingigoo · 6 days

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oh shit, are we in love? || Jongho (m.)

🏀 pairing ⇢ cheerleader! (fem) reader x best friend/basketball player! Jongho

🏀 summary ⇢ you’ve called Jongho your best friend all your life. You were attached at the hip for ages, and even as you take on college together. With no other relationship experience other than with him, when you decide to go after a cute classmate, you look to Jongho for some help. Asking him to practice “things” with you seemed like nothing—that is, until kissing him made you think that you couldn’t kiss anyone else.

🏀 genre/au ⇢ best friends to lovers, college au, smut, fluff

🏀 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, oral sex (male recieving), cum shot, Jongho is a virgin, also is a slut for y/n, drinking, mentions of knee injury, best friends to lovers, college love, cheerleader x basketball player

🏀 word count ⇢ 15.8k (so sorry I just couldnt stop)

🏀 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @gayliljoong @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @baguette-atiny @seokwoosmole @nyeatinyjunkie @juliettechokilo @pockyddalgi @justaqueerbufoin @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @miriamxsworld @daegale @knucklesdeepmingi @naiify @yeoyeoland @arya9111 @mdibby @8tinytings @angelicyeo @wooyoungjpg @lonewolfjinji @asjkdk @charreddonuts @mangishii @yeoyeoland @pink-hwaberry @wooyoluvrr @maru-matt @pearltinyy @loveuwoo @m3chigo @northerngalxy @silverpixiedust23 @interweab @skz1-4-3 (if I missed you please lmk!! bold = can’t tag)

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When you were kids, Jongho gave you a ring—a ring made out of straw paper he kept after a trip to get milkshakes after school.

With the paper straw ring, he stuck it on your ring finger. The wrong one, but that didn't matter to him, anyway. He declared to you that he would marry you someday. Someday, whatever that meant to a young kid. With the ring already on your finger, you couldn't exactly decline his proposal, so you just shrugged and told him, “Why not?”

At seventeen, you went to prom together. Not because you liked each other, no. Because it was convenient, it made sense. How could you go with someone else? You wore a beautiful red gown, Jongho matching you with a patterned red tie. You had a great time, went home together, and nearly kissed at your doorstep—you didn't think too much of it. You blamed it on the atmosphere. So did he.

You sat at your desk in your cramped dorm room, your bed pushed up on the left side of the room and a mess of pillows and blankets covering it.

Suddenly, as you were finally getting to the good part in your book, Jongho barged into your room, dropping his basketball bag onto the floor with a groan. He tossed his slides off, not even meeting your gaze before walking like a zombie towards your messy bed, throwing himself on top.

“Well hello to you too,” you blinked, losing your page in your book. “Get out of my damn bed, you're sweaty as fuck.”

He huffed, crossing his muscular arms across his chest, staring up at the glow stars you put on the ceiling. “Leave me be. My roommate is fucking some chick right now. I just need to lay down.”

“San seems like he gets around a lot,” you scoffed, picking up your book again. You were currently reading a very, very smutty book—although you were supposed to be studying your literature anthology text for the exam you had in the morning. You flipped a page.

“Oh, he does,” Jongho sniffed. You looked over at him, his cut-off t-shirt revealing a good bit of skin on his side, his sweat gleaming on his body. “I mean, practice just ended. He had to have the damn girl in there even before he got back. It’s ridiculous.”

He sat up now, putting his back against his headboard. He winced a bit as he moved, his hand going to the brace around his knee.

You paused, completely forgetting the smut you were reading. “What is it? Is it hurting again?”

“Just a little, it’s no biggie.” Jongho offered you a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. “Don't give me that look, y/n. I hurt it a while ago. It's normal for it to ache occasionally.”

Back in your senior year, he tore his ACL before the season, causing him to never have his final year of basketball. He was a mess, but at least he had you. He got surgery, had physical therapy, but yet, he still has pain to this day.

You met his eyes for a moment, sighing when that gorgeous smile of his poked through his lips. “Fine, fine. Just get outa here when you can. I got some…important things to do alone tonight.”

He furrowed his brows, confused. “What could you possibly…..oh,” he shut his eyes painfully. “Please, I don't want to imagine it.” He scooted back down on the bed and tossed your blanket on top of him. “My eyes, my eyes.”

“Oh, shut up, you pussy.” You set your book down, crossing your legs. “A girl gotta live out her fantasies somehow, alright?”

“La la la,” he repeated, trying his best to ignore the conversation. “I don't wanna hear it.”

You let out a chuckle, stood up from your seat, and tossed yourself onto the bed with him, tackling him as he thrashed from your grip.

“Stop it, stop it,” he groaned, wriggling away from your hands as you tickled him. He giggled, childlike. You giggled right along with him, not even caring about the damn sweat that coated his skin, his clothes. You tangled together under the blanket, and after a good couple minutes of a tickle fight, you grabbed your laptop to watch your favorite TV show.

Jongho stayed under the blankets with you, his leg strewn on top of your body, his head in the crook of your neck as you watched the show together. He let out a few snide comments—earning a slap from you, but he just chuckled and nuzzled closer into you.

And after a few episodes, he fell asleep on you, legs tangled in yours, your arm wrapped around him.

—

“Dude, you wouldn't answer your phone last night,” Wooyoung mumbled as he stuffed a couple of chips into his mouth. “Do you literally have a new bitch every night?”

You and your friends were sitting at a table in the dining hall, munching on some lunch before you had class. Wooyoung, San, and Mingi sat across from you and Jongho, all of them in workout gear—they were going to the gym after lunch.

“Listen, last night wasn't even that good,” San hummed dully, taking a sip of his protein shake. “She was too damn loud—”

“I thought you liked them whiny,” Mingi deadpanned.

San’s eyes narrowed on the giant. “Your point? She was loud, not whiny—there’s a difference.” San looked to Jongho now, a slight smirk on his pretty little lips. “Where’d you go? You could've joined us.”

Jongho waved his hands sporadically. “No, no, I’d rather not, thank you.”

San huffed playfully, eyes dancing to you. They glimmered knowingly. “Ah, you’d rather be in her bed, right?” he nodded his head towards you, earning a harsh glare from Jongho.

“So what if I'm in her bed, it’s not like we do anything.” Jongho’s eyes went frantic, and his fists balled. “We’ve always slept with each other—wait, that came out wrong—”

“What he’s trying to say is that we’ve slept in the same bed since we were little, that nothing is ever gonna happen,” you interjected, crossing your arms across your chest.

San laughed at that. “Ah yeah, that nothing’s gonna happen, gotcha,” he said, taking the last sip of his protein shake. I’m going to the gym if you guys are ready. Jongho, y/n, you coming?”

You shook your head, but stood up with everyone else, anyway. “I have class, but you guys have fun. I’ll walk out with you.”

As you and your friends left the dining hall, the cool, winter air breezed through you, sending chills down your spine. Your winter coat wasn't enough. You shoved your hands into your pockets, walking stiffly next to jongho, who simply—possibly even without thinking, tossed his arm around your shoulder, warming you up instantly. Your friends continued to talk and carry on, and you snuggled up into Jongho’s warm side.

—

Class was a bore. As per usual. The spring semester had just started, and the new classes you had were far from entertaining. Anything to get through school, though.

As you packed up your things, a phone fell from the seat in front of you, landing right by your feet. You picked it up, but when the person was no longer sitting there, you quickly tossed your bag over your shoulder to follow him.

“Hey, excuse me!” you huffed, chasing after the guy—damn, his legs were long. He moved way too fast for you. “Your phone….dude!” you finally reached him, tapping him on the shoulder, only for the most gorgeous man to grace the earth to turn around.

You forced yourself to keep your jaw from falling to the floor as you met his dark eyes. His hair was even darker, his lips a soft pink, curling up slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, holding up the phone. “But you dropped this.”

The pretty guy blinked, smirking. The classroom emptied as you stood staring at each other, oblivious to the professor giving you a side-eye as he left.

“I don't think that’s mine,” he said blandly, but his eyes glimmered mischievously. He looked a bit older—definitely older than you, at least.

You furrowed your brows, looking at the phone in your hands. “I could've sworn you were the one sitting in front of me,” you wondered, confused. You pushed it forward into his chest. “Just take it I don't have time to find the owner if it's not yours.”

He smiled down at you, his thick eyebrows raising. “I won't take it.”

“Why the hell not?” your patience was running thin—you had to get the cheer practice. This stupidly pretty guy was not allowed to make you late. You were not running laps. Not today.

You were about to just shove it into his pockets until his mouth opened. “Not without your number.”

You frowned. “Is that….is that supposed to be a pickup line?”

He shrugged. “If you want it to be, then yes.”

God, the smile this damn boy had. You were gonna crumble under his gaze like some schoolgirl, but you kept your cool.

His eyes were so bright, so clear. He was tall, much taller than you, much older. You watched as he looked around, away from you. “If not, then I’ll just take the phone back—”

“No, no,” you laughed awkwardly, looking at the phone in your hands. “You just…you’ll just need to unlock it.”

He smiled gorgeously. “I can do that.”

He took the phone, typed in a few numbers, and gave it right back to you. “What’s your name?”

“y/n,” you hummed, forcing your blush away. This was the first time you had been asked for your number, the first time a guy other than Jongho or your friends had looked at you. “You?”

“Seonghwa,” the pretty boy smiled, a name now to the face. You couldn't help but grin at his expression—and the utter insanity that just happened. It was totally random; a pretty guy asking for your number? That’s never happened in all your years. Never.

“If I ask to buy you a coffee,” he started as you fumbled on your phone number. “Would you say yes?”

“Depends,” you shrugged, unable to look up at him. “If you get me food, too.”

“Deal.” Goddamn, that smile, those teeth. “Tomorrow, after class? Before class?”

You bit your lip, handing the phone back to him. “Before, I have practice after class.” actually, you had practice like, right now. You probably looked crazy, eyes wide as you realized where you needed to be. “I gotta go—speaking of which—”

Before you could leave, he called for you. “Hey, where should we meet?”

“Outside the library?” you tossed out, hoping he answered hastily.

He nodded, giving you that smile once again.

“Perfect.”

—

You were in bed after practice, and Jongho was sitting quietly on your desk chair, slowly taking off his knee brace and hissing.

“God, this thing sucks,” he groaned, the velcro tearing as he peeled it off. The brace was like a metal cage, going from his thigh to his lower calf, looking like a deathtrap.

“And it stinks,” you mumbled dramatically, staring up at your ceiling, hands folded on your stomach as your mind wandered. You sat up quickly, startling your best friend.

“What? What is it?” he spat out, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “You just sat up like a goddamn zombie.”

“If, let’s just say, hypothetically,” you wondered, looking out into space. “That I got asked out on a date to a coffee shop, how would I dress?”

Jongho’s eyes widened. “You got asked out? You?” he asked incredulously.

You scoffed, looking over at him with a playful sneer. “Is that so hard to believe?”

He laughed, finally taking off his brace and setting it on the side of your desk. “Oh yeah—y/n, you’ve never once gone on a date in all of our years of friendship. It's shocking.”

You blinked at him, gripping a pillow from behind you and tossing it at him. Of course, he caught it.

“I’m just saying—”

“Okay, but for real,” you groaned, shifting to get comfy again. “You’ve been on some dates, how did the girls usually dress for them? Did you ever go on a coffee date—”

“Who’s the guy?” he huffed out, completely ignoring your worries.

You flattened your lips. “Does that matter?”

“Uh, yeah. What if the guy is a scumbag?” Jongho leaned back in the chair, stretching out his arms.

“He’s definitely not a scumbag,” you sighed, thinking of how dreamy he looked, missing Jongho’s worried expression. “Anyway, you didn't answer my question.”

You couldn't figure out the look on your best friend’s face. He knitted his brows, his eyes raising to yours. “Just dress normally,” he spoke softly. “When’s your date?”

“Tomorrow.” You hopped off your bed and walked towards your closet across from Jongho. He followed you as you moved and hesitated to look as you tore off your top, leaving you standing in your sports bra.

Jongho gulped but rolled his eyes playfully. “Why do you always undress in front of me?” His eyes naturally dropped to your hips as you slid off your sweatpants. “I am a man, too, you know.”

“Pfft, man, my ass,” you turned your back to him as he tried his best not to look. You grabbed a t-shirt—his t-shirt that you kept from a while ago—and tossed it on. You didn't even bother with pants.

Jongho gave you a look as you turned to face him. “My shirt? Really?” He groaned, mouth parted as he looked at you. “Where the hell are your pants?”

“I don't like pants.”

“Then put shorts on—”

“Is it a crime to sleep in my underwear? God, at least I have something on, dammit.” you walked past him and hopped back onto your bed. “I could be completely naked—this is my room, remember?”

Jongho didn't change his expression—he blinked at you while you sat on the bed, bare-legged, the skin up to the top of your thigh visible. He took in a gulp. “I, uh, I got an assignment due at midnight. I’m gonna head back to my room.”

You shrugged and shuffled into bed to get comfy. “Have fun with that, babycakes,” you said, giving him a wink, but he ignored it and left your room without another look.

—

Maybe it was a bad idea to wear jeans on a day like today.

A day when you woke up painfully bloated, bleeding, and aching from your period. Out of all the days, you had to get it today.

You stood outside the library, your back against the red brick building. You wore a cute pink top with the flared jeans you were struggling with, and you added a cute little bow to hold your hair back.

You saw Seonghwa walk up to you. His lower half was also dawned in wonderfully-fitting jeans. They hugged his thighs, loosening a bit at his knees, and fell over a pair of sparkling clean white sneakers that looked like they were worth more than your car.

The white shirt was also slim against his lean frame. You held back any reaction you had like a damn cat in heat. “Hey,” he started as he neared. “Ready to go? We can go to the coffee shop on campus since we have class coming up.”

You nodded, hoping to god the smile on your face was not grimace-like.

“Yep, let’s go.”

You sat with your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers anxiously as Seonghwa waited for your drinks. You looked over at him, watching his figure lean against the closest wall, how his long, long legs looked in those damn pants, how his fingers tapped against his arm as he waited. You barely knew him, nothing much other than knowing his name and now his coffee order, and you wondered what it would be like to get to know him.

When he sat down in front of you, he handed you your coffee, a bright, blinding smile on his face. “I pegged you as the type to like ridiculously flavored seasonal drinks….” he paused, smirking, as you froze mid-sip on your….seasonal drink. Highly, highly sugary seasonal drink. “Guess I’m a good judge of character.”

You swallowed the party of sugar and cinnamon before giving him a shy smile. “I’m a sucker for them, to be honest.”

You sat quietly for a good while, sipping on your drink, him sipping on his. The feeling was…nice. However, you were a bit anxious as he looked at you, at your lips, as you drank from the straw.

“You’re a cheerleader for the basketball team, right?” He tilted his head slightly, looking at you. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere—besides class, I mean.”

You nodded. “Yep, I cheer for the basketball team,” you took another sip of your drink. “Do you play? I think I would've seen you before, though.”

“Actually,” he started, offering you a kind smile. “I just transferred in from another university. I start official practice today, but I’ve been to many games already.”

Oh, so he’d seen you and known that you were on the cheer squad even before he approached you?

Cute.

“Oh, wow,” you smiled, leaning closer without realizing it. “So, will you be playing in the next game, then?”

“Yes,” he looked ecstatic, like he can't wait. “We’ll see how much playing time I actually get, though. Those guys are very good—”

“Oh, I know!” you didn't mean to interrupt him, but you would take any chance to brag about your Jongho. “My best friend is the point guard.”

“You know Jongho?” Seonghwa smiled, but it looked a bit weary. “He’s a great guy.”

“He really is.” you took a large sip of your coffee, meeting Seonghwa’s gaze as you did it. His gaze fluttered to your lips once more, and he licked his own.

He tapped against the wooden table. “Would you….want to do this again?”

You raised your brows. “This? You mean, getting coffee?”

“Not exactly,” he blinked, letting out a little chuckle. “Anything, just…we can hang out more, if you're down with that.”

Your heart fluttered a bit. “Ah, yeah, I would like that.”

He smiled. “Good,” he looked at the clock on the wall near your seat. “We gotta get to class.”

“Class, yeah, that’s right,” you were lost in his gaze, not even realizing how captivating his entire being was. You followed him out of the coffee shop, walking next to each other, until you got to the classroom.

He took the seat next to you this time, and you were beginning to suffocate from the feeling of his body being so close.

—

“I think I’m doomed.”

Jongho, like always, is in your room when you come back from practice. He sat up from his lazy position on your bed, eyebrows raised.

“Why’s that?”

You huffed, tossing your cheer bag onto the floor next to your desk. “What if he kisses me? I’ve never kissed anyone, fuck, I bet I’ll look like a fish trying to gulp fucking water—”

“God, you’ve been here for not even a minute, and you're blabbing on like a maniac already.” He blinked, his face deadpanned as he looked at you. “Why are you so concerned? Did the date go well?”

You groaned dramatically, tossing off your sneakers, and balancing yourself on the back of your desk chair. “He asked me for another date, but I know damn well what that means, and I can't let him find out that I am a twenty-something-year-old virgin that’s only ever kissed books and my mother.”

Jongho looked like he was about to burst out laughing at your desperate words, biting the inside of his cheek. He managed to squeak out, “Oh, I think you’re a lost cause,” he giggled. Giggled.

“This is not funny. You're no help,” you groaned, tossing your head back as you walked to your closet—when a perfect idea came to you.

“Wait a damn minute–”

“What is it now?” Jongho sat up on your bed, legs dangling off the side.

You turned around sharply, facing him, eyes wide with mischief. His eyes widened at your expression.

“Lend me your lips,” you said, walking up to him, but he leaned back in confusion, his arms holding himself behind him.

“What?” He scoffed, unable to meet your gaze. “The hell do you mean?”

You leaned over him on the bed, him unable to lean any further back without falling. You held yourself up on both sides of him. “Oh, come on. Just once. You can help me learn how to kiss. Who else could?”

He furrowed his brows. “You’re crazy.”

“I know,” you shrugged. “But I’d rather die than embarrass myself.”

“You do know,” He started, letting out a sigh. “That friends don't kiss each other? Or did you miss that memo?”

“I swear it won't mean anything,” you pleaded, knowing you were acting crazy, immature, whatever.

Jongho huffed, leaning forward, but grabbing your shoulders to move you away. “Listen,” he sighed, meeting your eyes. “Why don't you go ask San or Mingi?”

“Because San scares me,” you shrugged. “He’d probably eat me. And Mingi is….Mingi….”

“What does that even mean—”

“For fuck’s sake, Jongie,” you grabbed his shoulders. “Is this asking too much? We’ve been best friends for so long. How would something so trivial as a kiss mess with it?”

Jongho looked like he had something to say—a lot to say, actually. But he stayed quiet, sighing, as he looked up at you from his seated position on the bed.

“Okay, but if I have to kiss someone as filthy as you,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “What do I get out of it?”

You hummed. “Hmm. well, what do you want?”

He smiled mischievously. “Do my paper for me. For my lit class.”

“Easy, done,” you leaned forward. “Now gimme your lips—”

“Ah ah ah, slow down,” he scoffed. “You can't just toss yourself into the kiss. You have to lead into it.”

“Got it,” you blinked, looking into his golden brown eyes, noticing how…nice they were. “How do I do that?”

“Well, I bet he’ll try to kiss you first,” Jongho ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair, matching his eyes. You took note of it, too. He stood up, causing you to subconsciously step away from him. You both now stood in the middle of your dorm room, the room dimly lit by your desk lamp, the warm hue coloring the tanned skin of his face.

“Okay,” you nodded, almost freaking yourself out for noticing his details, the slight curve of his lips, the way his hair fell across his forehead.

Jongho’s calloused hand slowly, hesitantly, moved towards your face. You watched his eyes as his fingertips brushed your skin, watching them scrunch, watching them focus on his movements. “Maybe he’d hold you like this,” he spoke softly, eyes jumping to yours, his hand twitching slightly.

“But what do I do?” you weakly jutted out, biting the corner of your bottom lip. “Do I…touch you—touch him, too?”

He shrugged, swallowing hard. “I mean, you do what comes naturally.”

He was so close. So close. It's not like you’ve never been closer to him, because you have, but something was suffocating. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Maybe this is just how it’s supposed to feel.

You stared into his eyes, those brown eyes, those….sparkling, pretty eyes. You swallowed as his hand slid down to your chin, tilting it up softly.

There was an unknown emotion dancing in his gaze. You were extremely aware of the spark that was setting off from his touch.

He leaned in closer, and as he got closer and closer, you felt your heartbeat flutter in your chest. You heard it in your ears, felt your stomach tighten.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said hushedly. You noticed that the tips of his ears were flushed red, and a dusting of the color was across his cheeks. When he pressed his lips to yours, you widened your eyes from the feeling, then shut them to savor it.

His mouth moved across yours, you felt the warmth of his lips, the softness of them. His other hand—the one that wasn't holding onto your chin, rested around your hip, his grip tightening.

You froze under his lips, unsure of how to do this. You moved your mouth against his, then, trying to move with his movements. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure of what to do with them if you didn't do that. You felt a small smile in his kiss.

You pressed your body into him as his lips parted against yours. You felt the soft tickle of his shaky breaths against your skin—you could only imagine what you felt like to him.

He parted from you, only slightly, and took a sharp inhale. You still had your eyes shut tight, lips parted, as you got lost in the feeling.

You opened them, meeting his gaze, meeting that heart-shattering look he had. His lips were red like his ears, like his cheeks. His eyes were hazy, his hands still on you. You felt your heart crumbling inside you.

Without another word, you leaned back up to him, awkwardly wrapping your hand around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair. He shut his eyes, and let out a pleasured sound, stirring something, awakening something inside.

You kissed him this time, even knowing that you had no idea what you were doing. You just trusted these instincts you were feeling, the emotions that were overtaking your mind. Your body told you to part your lips against his sweet lips, to savor the slightly salty taste against them. To lean into his body. You couldn't help but allow yourself to touch his waist, gliding your hand down his abs, his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten under your touch.

He sighed into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist, his fingertips brushing the bare skin under your blouse. His lips felt so good, so soft, so electrifying. This feeling was unlike any other, you were beginning to lose your breath, your senses, your mind.

And when you let out a little moan—without intending to, you were shocked back to reality. You pulled away from him quickly, moving your hands to your sides, trying to catch your breath. Jongho was also huffing, begging for oxygen, as he stood in front of you. His lips were bright red now; his eyes were wide.

“Ah, um,” you cleared your throat, forcing out a laugh. “So, did I do a good job?”

Jongho blinked, still looking out of it. “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah.” He swallowed, nodded, and crossed his arms across his chest. “Mhm. For your first kiss, you did good.”

Good? Good? God, that felt euphoric. Like you were drugged, high, out in space. You still couldn't get your heartbeat to slow. “Great.” That was all you managed to squeak out, now that you were suddenly aware of the ability to just kiss him again. You realized that the air was odd now, that something felt different.

“You tasted like sweat,” you playfully added, letting out an awkward laugh as you gave him a shoulder punch. “Maybe I should've kissed San or Mingi instead.”

“I am a great kisser, I’ll have you know—” Jongho boasted, but you interrupted him.

“Pfft,” you waved a hand as if you weren't just about to hyperventilate from his kiss, his touch. “You sucked, you’re a horrible teacher—”

“Oh?” he huffed, gripping your arms just below your elbows. “I’ll kiss you again, I’ll prove it, I’ll do you one better—”

“Fine! More practice for me, anyway.”

Jongho let out a grumble of incoherent words before grabbing you by the back of the neck and pressing his mouth to yours once more, his lips gliding against yours.

You grabbed the fabric of his shirt, tightening your grip as he pushed his tongue through your lips, into your mouth. You let out a sigh as he did it, his fingertips gripping your hair on the back of your head.

After a long few minutes of eating each other, He pulled away this time. He let go of you, his hands falling at his sides. “There,” he breathed. “Now you know how to handle a kiss like that. You know, just in case.”

You licked your bottom lip, sparks still flying around your body. You tasted him still, the saltiness of his sweat. You smelled the woodsy cologne he used, the minty taste of gum.

“Thanks,” you smiled, trying your best not to let these thoughts of him overtake you. “For helping me with this. You’re such a good best friend.”

“Ah, yeah,” he sniffed, forcing a smile. “I should, uh. I should go, I have something to submit before midnight, so,” He gulped, taking a step away from you. “But happy to help, of course. Now you owe me my paper.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you scoffed, smiling playfully as he walked to the door to put on his shoes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he called out as he opened the door, leaving after you offered him a wave goodbye.

And once the door shut, you nearly lost your breath, falling onto your bed.

“Oh god,” you breathed, putting a hand to your mouth. “What was that? I—ugh!” you groaned, thrashing your legs around. “Why the fuck was he so hot? Get a grip, get a grip.” you ran your hands aggressively through your hair and gripping it. “Fuck I think my brain lost too much oxygen.”

You couldn't sleep one bit—not at all. Every time you closed your eyes, all you saw was Jongho, and all you felt was him.

—

A few days pass and you barely see your best friend.

It's not that he’s ignoring you or vice versa; it's that he had an away game a good distance away and was off campus for a good few days.

While he was gone, you wondered if he was thinking the same way you were, if he felt something, too, or if it was just normal to have feelings during a kiss.

Irritated by your stupid mind, you were unsure about the feeling in your chest when you saw Jongho in the library; his baseball hat flipped backwards over his soft brown hair.

You would look odd if you ran away, right? Right.

You strutted over to where he was sitting. He always loved the window seats, mainly to people watch. You sat down in the seat across from him.

“When’d you get back?”

He lifted his eyes to yours. “Last night,” he grumbled, flipping a page in the book in front of him.

“What are you reading?” you leaned forward on your elbows.

He reacted much worse than you thought, flying backward into his chair, a terrified look on his face.

“Yo, I’m not gonna bite you, Jeez,” you raised a brow, moving your gaze to the book. “Oh, ew, anatomy. No thanks.”

He scoffed, picking off an invisible—or maybe an extremely small—piece of lint from his black hoodie. He didn't say anything in response, he just continued what he was doing.

“So,” you tried to continue the conversation with him without it turning to mush. “I’m gonna be going to Seonghwa’s frat tonight. There's a party or something.”

He looked at you with shock. “You’re going to a party?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” you rolled your eyes, leaning back to cross your arms around your chest. Jongho’s vision dipped to the movement.

“Well, given that you hate crowded places,” he trailed off, not really having another excuse. “I just can't see you going to—”

“y/n?” a voice softly murmured from your left, and both you and Jongho turned to see Seonghwa walking up to your table, a bag slung across his broad shoulder. His hair was pulled up in a half up half down do, little black strands framing his unfathomable face.

Jongho, in the corner of your eye, looked away from the tall basketball player, opting for the view outside the library.

“Seonghwa?” you smiled, uncrossing your arms to look less like a grumpy bitch. “What’s up?”

You didn't even look to see the irritation on Jongho’s face.

“I was coming in to study but then I saw you in the corner of my eye,” he smiled, beamed, really, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. He then nodded to Jongho, offering him a smile, too. “Hey, Jongho.”

Your best friend managed to give him a smile back, although you knew his face all too well—that was a damn grimace. “Hey.”

You looked between the two boys as seonghwa spoke again. “Hey, me and y/n are gonna be at the party tonight. You wanna come? The other guys on the team will be there, too.”

“Well, I can't imagine San missing a function,” Jongho scoffed, cracking his knuckles aggressively. “But I guess I’ll come, too.”

You nearly dropped your jaw onto the floor.

“Really?” you interjected, shocked. “I can't imagine you going to a party—”

“Anyway,” Jongho cleared his throat, ignoring you. “What time?”

Seonghwa furrowed his brows as he tried to recall. “Uh, I think ten? It goes till two, no later,” He looked to you then. “Do you wanna go for some lunch?”

You blushed. Jongho huffed. “Oh, yes. That would be nice,” you smiled, to which Jongho rolled his eyes in response. You stood up from your seat and offered your best friend a playful wink. “See you tonight, jongie.”

When you walked away, seonghwa slugged an arm around your shoulder on the way out. Jongho, still in his seat, tightened his grip on the textbook as he watched you leave.

And then he couldn't even enjoy people-watching when he saw you walk down the sidewalk with that string bean.

—

You didn't hear from jongho the rest of the day, and even when ten o’clock came, he was M.I.A. You shrugged it off, trying too hard to ignore the tug in your chest, the desire to go to his room and kiss him again.

You made it to the frat house that sat on the end of the Greek life strip in town. It was a tall, skinny building that looked way too nice to be lived in by a bunch of boys. You made sure to wear your filthy Converse, knowing damn well whether booze, puke, or a plethora of other fluids would end up all over them. Despite not going to many parties in your lifetime, you still had common sense.

You walked into the house, getting bombarded with tons of odd smells, some good and some bad. The interior was dark, lit with random colored lights that danced all over the walls, the people.

Loud, ungodly music blared through oddly positioned speakers in the wall, and there was a sea of people talking and carrying on. You weren't sure how the fuck they could hear each other over the awful music.

You walked further into the house, making a B-line to where you assumed the alcohol was. There was a bunch of beer cans, and you grabbed one with ease, cracking it open and chugging it like a champ. However, the beer sucked ass, leaving an awful taste in your mouth. You must've made a face.

“Icky?” Seonghwa’s smooth voice envelopes you with comfort.

You turn to him, offering him a sincere smile. He looked great, as always, with his hair growing even longer. “Very, but if it gets me drunk, I’ll handle it.”

“So brave,” he chuckled, standing closer to you by the second. Your mind wanders to the thought of him touching you. Would it feel as good as it did with Jongho? Would his hands be gentle? Would his lips taste as sweet?

His hand on the small of your back interrupted your thoughts.

You needed to be drunk. Quick, so you can handle these stupid ideas.

“It’s good to see you here,” he starts, but you can't help but look at his lips. You weren't thinking about them—no, rather, you were thinking of Jongho’s. Would Seonghwa feel the same?

You took another sip of your drink to get the last drop before grabbing another. “Do they have something else? This shit sucks.”

Seonghwa looked at you for a long moment before nodding in a direction. “There’s vodka in the cabinet if you want it?”

You let out a sigh of relief, but still, you kept drinking the shitty beer. “Yes, god, yes.”

After you got ahold of the vodka, you regretted your choice against the beer.

You must've blacked out for a bit—you don't remember how you got in the living room, how you got onto Seonghwa’s lap, how his lips were on your neck. You delightfully craned your neck to feel it better, to feel his hot breaths, his hands on your waist. However, when you opened your eyes, you realized that you were imagining someone else under you.

You pulled away from him, but you didn't get off him. You looked into his eyes, seeing the desire drip from them. You were too messed up—blame that on your shitty tolerance, to care what you were doing right now. “Can I try something?” you fluttered your eyelashes, not meaning it in a sultry way, but it came out that way.

“Of course,” Seonghwa mused, a little smile prickling at his lips.

Lips that you wanted to kiss—not because you needed to, but because you needed to see something, feel something—have something to compare to that ethereal experience you had with your best friend.

And at his approval, you leaned forward, doing everything that you were taught, and pressed your lips to Seonghwa’s. He responded well, gripping the back of your head as he kissed you back, and you slid your tongue in his mouth, half expecting to feel something, anything.

But there you were, imagining Jongho, his smell, his taste, the way he cautiously touched you and held you. Nothing can compare, not even this.

You pulled away from him, eyebrows raised, mouth agape. He looked confused at your reaction but put on a sloppy smile. “Everything okay?”

You were going to say no. you were going to cry out and say that you were going to die because you kept thinking about Jongho. You couldn't even kiss a hot guy, a guy you wanted to date, without thinking how much better it felt with Jongho. Everything felt better with him. It was comfortable, unnerving, exciting, all at the same time.

You smiled, but with how drunk you were, you could assume that it looked like a grimace. “I uh, yeah, I just gotta….go do something—-bye,” you huffed out, offering him a little, awkward wave, before you ran out of the spinning room.

You ended up on the back porch, not sure how you got there, but the world was spinning. Your chest was aching. You needed air, anything, you needed to breathe.

The cool air hit you just right, enveloping your lungs, helping you breathe. Your skin was hot, flaming underneath your clothes, and you were sure your cheeks were bright red. After noticing a couple making out in the corner, you grimaced and ran back into the house.

God, what a shitshow.

You avoided seonghwa narrowly, making your way up the creaky, thin staircase to get your own space. You opened the first door you got to, tossed yourself in, and slammed your back against the door with a sigh of relief.

That relief didn't last long.

“y/n, what the hell?” Jongho nearly screeched, turning his body slightly as he stood over the toilet, zipping up his pants in a frenzy. “The fuck? Don't you know how to knock?”

You didn't say anything. You just took a deep breath, your gaze falling over him.

“y/n?” He repeated, standing a bit awkwardly on the other side of the room, leaning over to flush the toilet. He looked a bit rough around the edges as he washed his hands quickly, looking over at you as he dried them. He walked up to you now, hesitantly, unsure about your expression.

You fiddled with your fingers as the world slowed around you.

“Are you gonna talk?” He scoffed playfully, his eyes raking your body, forcing themselves up to your face. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you swallowed, shaking your head, the door behind you the only thing holding you up.

He gave you a concerned look, running a damp hand through his silky hair, and you couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would be to rake your hands through it, too. “No, that you're not okay, or no, that you’re not gonna talk?

You blinked. “....yes.”

He sighed. His eyes looked hazy, not quite to the extent yours probably looked, but still, he was not in his right mind, either. You took a shaky breath, watching those brown irises fall to your lips, to your chest.

You clench your fingers together, your body, dying to do something your heart would regret. You swallowed hard, sighing.

“Aren’t you acting like this because you have something to say?” He asked, his words dripping like honey from his lips.

You shook your head. “No.”

He looked like he was fighting a smile. “I think you are.”

“No, I’m not–I’m not acting like this because I have something to say.” Your mind was already screaming at you, begging you not to do anything. Begging you not to say anything. “Because I want to do something.”

The air was stuffy. The bathroom was filthy, the window was cracked open, blowing in a slight breeze, gently running up your arms, sending chills down your spine.

Jongho tilted his head. “To do what?”

The vodka in your basically vodka-virgin body was bubbling under your skin, infiltrating your mind, your blood. It was taking control over your every move, every idea, everything. So when he asked you that, when he looked like the most beautiful person in the world as he spoke, with his pretty ass hair and his lips and his flushed cheeks, you knew what you wanted to do.

“To kiss you,” you didn't stutter. You stayed put against the door despite your words. “I just wanna do it again. Every time I look at you, I want to do it.”

Jongho’s eyes widened, but he didn't run away like you thought he would. He just stood there, breathlessly, his hands at his sides and his mouth parted. It’s like he wanted to do it too, with the way his fingers twitched as you spoke, with the way his lips almost curled up completely.

You pushed off the door, taking a step towards him. When he didn't back away, you took another step. You were so close to him that you were able to feel the soft, hot breaths he was letting out against your skin. His breath smelled like that disgusting beer, but it didn't matter at all—actually, you wanted to taste it on his lips, on his tongue.

You reached out a hand, the room spinning around you. Your fingertips met his cheek, his hot skin. You felt a surge of electricity run through your body as you touched him, as you looked into his eyes. His gaze was unlike anything else you have ever seen. His eyes were zeroed in on you, shutting slowly as you rubbed your hand against his skin. He let out a soft breath, a content sigh, and his eyes were on yours again.

He took in a breath, eyes on your lips. You were too drunk to think about how the look on his face made no sense—friends shouldn't look at each other the way he was looking at you.

You leaned forward, and when he didn't flinch away, when he actually leaned forward as well, you smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body to yours. His hips knocked into yours, his mouth parting, swallowing you whole. He shoved you against the sink, the countertop stabbing the small of your back, but you felt absolutely no pain. You arched your body into his, as if it were instinct, and his hands ravaged your bare skin. He was desperate, trying to catch his breath as best he could while he kissed you.

Your hands found the nape of his neck, fingers tightening in his brown hair. He let out a little moan into your mouth, his hands caging you in against the sink. Accidentally, his forehead bumped yours, causing you to bite his lip.

You pulled away, but just for a moment, smiling at him, at the redness of his lips from your gloss and your bite. He looked breathtaking in front of you, so human, so perfect. So you leaned in to kiss him again, nose knocking into his, but it didn't matter if you were sloppy. It just mattered that he was the one you were kissing.

“y/n,” he breathed against your lips, his hands now on your hips, one curving around your ass. “We shouldn't be doing this—”

“Shh,” you hissed, slapping his shoulder, keeping your lips against his. “I don't care right now.”

You deepened the kiss, and as he pressed up against you, you felt something hard press into you; you felt a deep rumble from him into your mouth. The pool between your thighs.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened. Mingi stood there, his jaw down to the floor, as he took in the scene in front of him. Jongho must not have heard the door, as his hands were still clawing at you like a goddamn animal, his lips on your neck now. You quickly gripped Jongho’s shoulders and pushed him away.

“What? You just said—” He took notice of where you were looking, turning his head to see Mingi’s shocked expression. “Oh.”

“Oh, dear god!” Mingi looked like he couldn't hide the smile peeking through his lips. “I knew it!”

Jongho took a whole century taking his hands off you, finally stepping away, leaving you cold, empty. “It’s not what you think—”

Mingi threw his hands up in the air, smirking. “Ay, I didn't see anything. Carry on.”

With one last look, Mingi shut the door, leaving you alone with Jongho. The feeling in the room was completely different from a moment ago.

“I….” he started, then sighed, unable to look at you. “I gotta go.”

“Jongho—” You went to move toward him, but he left the bathroom as quickly as he could, stumbling into the doorframe, and out of sight. You were left to your own devices, standing in the middle of the bathroom, hair a mess, lips bright and painful, and a mark on your neck from your best friend.

If you could call him that…

—

It’s as if he disappeared.

You haven't seen Jongho in days. You were even too nervous to go to his room this time, not knowing how to approach him after kissing him like that. After you felt the hardness of his cock against your stomach. The wetness between your thighs. Something you have never felt before.

After a few, empty, lonely nights in your room, you took the initiative to go find him at the late hour of midnight—To ask if he feels this intense craving for you just like you do for him. But when you arrived at his dorm, San told you he wasn't there.

“He’s been super sick. I thought he was with you,” He shrugged, confused.

“He’s sick?” your eyes widened.

San nodded, messy hair from sleep. “Sorry, maybe he’s with Mingi?”

After your encounter with San, you made your way to Mingi’s dorm. But, once again, Jongho was nowhere to be found.

So you went to the only place you thought to look.

And there he was, under the bright lights, taking a shot at the three-point line on the courts near the rec center. He missed the shot and stood there a moment before going to grab his rebound.

But the ball rolled to where you were, as if it meant to. Jongho stood still as you grabbed the ball.

He stayed silent. You weren't sure whether to move closer or just pass him the ball back.

“Are you going to give me it?” He spoke blandly, sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cold air surrounding him.

You sighed, putting the ball under your arm. “Jongho, it’s cold out here.”

He sniffed, his nose red. He didn't look at you. “Just give me the ball, dammit.”

You blinked, watching the cold air show as you exhaled. “Why are you ignoring me?”

He rolled his eyes, taking in a breath. “Dammit, y/n—”

“You’re doing it on purpose,” you began to dribble the ball—very sloppily, but it didn't matter. You dribbled past him towards the hoop, tossing the ball up, watching it go through the net. “Ignoring me, I mean.”

“No, I’m not,” he huffed, moving to grab the ball from your shot. He made his way back up to the top of the key, away from you.

“Yes, you are.” you walked up to him, putting your hand out so he couldn't shoot. “Just be honest!”

With a huff of cold air, jongho tossed the ball away, an aggravated look on his face. “For fuck’s sake, y/n, Yes. I’m annoyed.”

You blinked, standing only a few feet away from him. “Why?” you asked, probably stupidly, given the irritated look on his face.

He sighed, tightening his hands into fists. “...Because….because I’m a man, too, you know.” he started, running his hands through his hair aggressively, clenching his jaw. “ You change in front of me, kiss me, do everything that causes my brain to spin. I’m sick of acting like I'm okay with it.”

You stood there, frozen. The air felt even colder as winter wrapped its arms around your bare skin.

“Does that mean you didn't like it?” you wondered out loud, possibly too immature, too inexperienced. You had no idea what you were feeling, why you felt this way. All you knew is that you wanted to spend every moment with him, to kiss him, to lay in bed with him. Things you did normally, but things felt different.

“Didn't like what?” He asked, his eyes wide.

“The kiss,” you looked into his eyes. “The kisses.”

Jongho stood tensely, unsure of what to do. You watched his eyes flicker up to the sky as little flurries fell, catching themselves in his hair.

“y/n,” he took a sharp breath in. “don't you get it? I can't kiss you. You can't kiss me. You can't….touch me like that, change in front of me, and not expect me to get flustered!” He nearly shouted the last part, and turned to the side away from you, aggravated beyond words.

“I….I’m sorry,” you spoke out, taking a step towards him. “I’m sorry that I feel this way—”

“Feel what?” he scoffed, turning back to you, a pained smirk on his lips. “You should be sorry for making me feel this….for causing me so many headaches, for god sake why the fuck am I out here when it’s fucking snowing, jesus christ you piss me off—”

“Jongho,” you interrupted his freakout, his word vomit. He stared at you with those beautiful eyes of his. “What are you trying to say?” you spoke in a small voice.

His eyes were frantic, going back and forth from eye to eye. “I…. can't do this.”

“Do what?” you felt the flurries dance against your skin, dance as they fell around you.

“I can't act like your friend anymore.” He bit his lip. “You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve been doing to me.”

You took a step closer, but he backed away.

“I don't understand—”

“Just go,” He pleaded.

“You do things to me too!” you groaned, finally done with his attitude. “Will you knock it off? You’re not the only one confused here—”

“Oh, I confuse you?” He looked at you like you had two heads. “I’m sorry, I only kissed you because you were trying to get another guy. I kissed you so you could know how to do it, but you want to know something?” He paused, suddenly right up on you, the space gone between you. “I haven't kissed anyone either. I just…you. It’s just been you! I didn't know what I was doing, either!”

“Is that so bad?” you pleaded, your eyes bleeding into his. “Is it so bad that you had to kiss me? Should I apologize for wanting to do it again? That I haven't stopped thinking about you since?” you frantically looked into his eyes.

“Just…” Jongho sighed, his eyes a bit watery. “Lleave me be.”

The look on his face was enough. You took a step back, and then another.

“I won't apologize for my feelings, for whatever this feeling is,” you admitted. “But I am sorry I caused you trouble.” before you left him there, you looked up to him once more, snow falling around you. “Good luck at your game, tomorrow.”

You turned on your heel, not understanding a single thing that just unfolded, that was just said. He made no sense; you made none, either. It was just a bunch of words, unnecessary words, rifting your friendship. But one thing was for certain—you couldn't repair this without a few missing pieces.

Jongho stood as still as a statue as he watched you walk away.

—

You sat on the bench in your cheerleading uniform, your heart beating a mile a minute as you watched the game unfold in front of you.

It was approaching halftime. Jongho was sprinting down the sideline, limping slightly as he moved. He passed the ball beautifully to San, who was wide open for the layup.

You couldn't focus on anything—didn't even cheer when San made the shot. You just sat and stared into space, your eyes following jongho, watching his wince as he backed up down the court.

“He’s hurt,” you muttered under your breath, stomach tightening.

Jongho continued playing his heart out, but you knew something was wrong. However, as halftime came, he walked away from the court just fine and into the locker room, not giving you a single passing glance as he walked past you. Seonghwa did, however, but you weren't even paying attention to that.

After a few long moments, the team came back out. You had to cheer, but your heart wasn't in it. Jongho, once again, walked right by you, and when you were about to jump up and ignore everything that was said yesterday to make sure you were okay, the buzzer rang.

The game went on, the score going back and forth until the last quarter. Jongho stood at mid-court, calling a play, but the guy guarding him was aggressive. He tried to make a move around him, squeaking his sneakers against the hardwood, but it was no use. The defender followed him with ease, sliding his feet in perfect position.

The gym was in hysterics as Jongho pushed for the bucket, taking a side step into a euro step, but suddenly, oh so suddenly, Jongho crashed to the ground in a thud before getting the shot off.

The gym went silent. Jongho hissed in pain, his eyebrows knit tight. The athletic trainer ran out to see him as the game was put on hold with less than a minute to go. You stood up, not even realizing what you were doing. All you could feel was a pain in your chest as you saw him hurt, the intense feeling to take his pain away. You watched in despair as he was lifted off the floor, as he was carried out of the gym.

You swallowed hard, your ears ringing. Your teammates tried to get you focused, as the game was going to continue, but you jumped up and pushed through, making your way to the locker room desperately.

“Jongho?” you panted, turning the corner to enter the boy's locker room. You sucked in a breath as you see him in pain, lying down on the bench, a few others around him as he nearly cried in pain.

“Jongho!” you cried out, rushing to his side. His eyes were frantic, wide, a mess. The trainer took off his knee brace slowly as you approached. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Jongho met your gaze through his watery eyes, every other emotion gone other than…whatever this was. He almost let out a sigh of relief as he saw you. You knelt down next to him, gripping his hand, and he held yours tighter.

“y/n,” he murmured, sucking in a sharp breath as the trainer surveyed his leg. “Did I…did I do it again? Please tell me I didn't—”

You looked at the man who was assessing his injury. “Did he tear it again?” you panicked, remembering how awful this was for him back then. How traumatizing it was, how horrible it was for him to gain his strength again. You couldn't stand to see him in pain.

“I…I don't know,” the man admitted. “It’s too swollen to tell. You’ll need to get this checked out—��

“Goddammit,” Jongho hissed, shutting his eyes tightly, and swallowing hard. That was when you realized that it might not even be the pain from the injury—no, it was his trauma. The memory of his hard work all down the drain.

“I’m here,” you breathed, tucking his hair behind his ear and away from his face. “It’ll be okay.”

The buzzer rang, and screams followed. Jongho looked at you, not a care in the world other than that you were there with him, just like before.

“You’ll be alright,” you repeated softly, your heart aching at his pain. “This will be okay.”

—

“From the MRI, it looks like everything is still intact,” the doctor spoke with a tone of arrogance. “You did weaken your surgical graft, however. You’ll need some PT and rest.”

Jongho stared down at his leg, his hand still gripping yours. He breathed a sigh of relief but didn't say anything else.

“I’ll write up a referral for that, so just hold on a moment.”

You were left in silence in the middle of the emergency room, Jongho sitting up straight on the bed with a big icepack on top of his knee. He was starting right at it, his lips downturned.

You wanted to ease his troubles. To make him feel better. Nothing felt worse than seeing him like this.

You didn't know what to say. You really couldn't say anything. You were so overwhelmed with the pain you felt as you looked at him as if it were your own. You hated his tears that begged to fall and never did.

“Hey,” you mumbled softly, squeezing his hand. It took him a minute to move his gaze to you, and when he did, his eyes spoke a thousand words. “See? It will be okay.”

He sighed, his face contorting as he fought his tears. “I…I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you weren't thinking of anything else other than what was in front of you. You rubbed your thumb against his knuckles, trying to soothe him.

“For how I acted.” He looked down at your hands, how yours was touching his, how his fingers were tight around yours. He didn't want to let go—neither did you. “I was just upset.”

“I know,” you nodded, swallowing. “I was, too.”

He looked into your eyes. “y/n, I…” he paused, the beeping of his heart rate speeding up in the background. “I just don't know why I acted like that I…I guess I got caught up in how I feel about you, and it confused me.”

You blinked. “How do you feel about me?”

He let out an uneasy laugh. “Isn't it obvious?”

You shook your head. “I… don't really know much of anything. Much of these feelings,” you acknowledged, biting your bottom lip anxiously.

He let out a genuine laugh. “Me too.”

“So, how do you feel?” You tucked a piece of your hair that fell loose from your bow, suddenly aware of how much of a wreck you probably looked like. You were still in your cheer uniform, Jongho in his basketball one, and you were sure you had smeared mascara everywhere. “About me, I mean.”

He took in a sharp breath. “This isn't fair, I’m like, high from pain meds. I don't know what i’m saying.”

You smiled widely, feeling such immense love for the man in front of you.

Oh shit.

Are you….in love?

“All I know is that I haven't stopped thinking about you since I met you,” He chuckled anxiously. “I don't understand why, and it's just increasingly worse after you keep kissing me, it's making my head spin.”

Jongho yawned slightly after his somewhat confession, his eyes fluttering.

He was so pretty. So, so pretty. You wanted to sleep with him. Next to him, cuddle with him, kiss his face, his eyelids, his cheeks, his everything. You wanted him to do everything to you that you dreamed of.

Oh fuck, you definitely are in love with him.

“Holy fuck—” you paused, staring at him, wide eyed at your realization.

“What?” He furrowed his brows.

You tried to control your overwhelming thoughts. “I just realized something…” you met his gaze, holding onto it tightly. “Are we…are we in love? I mean, I think at least I might be—”

“Holy shit, we might be,” Jongho gulped, a knowing smile curling at his lips. As if he knew this, at least on his end, for much longer than you have. He looked at you, then at his leg, and back at you. “Are you in love with me?”

“I think so?” you questioned, your chest aching. Jongho’s heart began to beat faster and faster, as seen on the monitor next to him. You leaned towards him, blushing as his heart rate jumped over one hundred.

Jongho let out an anxious laugh. “You sound super confident.”

You would've kissed him right then and there, prove to him that you loved him, if it wasn't for that awful doctor.

You helped jongho hobble out of the hospital, his leg wrapped in ice and his arms wrapped around you. You were hyper aware of the smell of sweat, the light remnant of his woodsy cologne. You heard his breath hitch as your fingertips curled around his arm as you walked toward the street for a cab.

“God, standing up really messed me up.” he wobbled a bit. “I don't know what they gave me, but fuck, I feel wonderful,” he giggled, nudging his head into the crook of your neck.

There was a mix of comfort and chaos as you got in the cab, his head on your shoulder, his hair a mess. His arm was slung over you, his eyes closed, his lips parted against your collarbone. He felt comforting, yes, but also his damn lips started to move against your skin.

“Jongho,” you breathed, trying to keep quiet as the cab driver carried on. “Stop it—”

“Mmmh,” he groaned into your neck, kissing it again, trailing up towards your jawline.

“The fuck, did they give you viagra?” you nearly choked as his hand that was around your shoulder fell to your waist, tightening on the curve above your hip. His hand moved lower, past your hip, meeting the curve right before he could reach your—

“Hey,” you whisper yelled, smacking his cheek lightly.

He opened his eyes, those brown irises sparkling despite the dark car. “Oh, its y/n,” he smiled, meeting your gaze, but you watched it fall to your lips. “You look pretty.”

You scoffed. “You don't know what you're talking about right now—”

“Oh, I do,” he smiled lopsidedly, his hand now coming up to cradle your cheek. “I know what i’m doing.”

You smirked. “I think you’re loopy.”

“Maybe a little,” he shrugged, smiling, his eyes curving into smiles too. “But I know what I want to do.”

You tilted your head, raising your brows. “And what’s that?”

He smiled villianously, teeth barred. “Do you really want to know?”

You held in your laugh, but managed to nod.

He took in a breath, letting it out in an exaggerated sigh. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he huffed, his head falling right back onto your shoulder. “So, so bad. I’ve always wanted to—”

“Jongho,” you blinked. “You’re high from pain meds, you don't know what you're—”

“Oh, but I do know,” he sat up quickly, eyes dazed, hair a mess on top of his head. He reached out a hand, tucking your hair behind your ears with a boyish smile. He focused on your face, on your eyes, your lips. His expression changed, his smile falling. “I wanted to tell you about how I feel about you.”

You bit your lip. “You did.”

He waved a hand, flopping it around. “Nah, I didn't.”

“Yes, don't you remember?” you scoffed playfully. “We just had this whole talk like twenty minutes ago—”

“Aye, stop it, I had something to say but now I forgot!” he groaned, tossing his head back against the headrest. He then turned his head to your direction. “Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?”

“You just did,” you smiled.

“Oh, that’s right.” he swallowed, looking at your lips. “Did I ever tell you that I want to kiss you? Like, all the time?”

You shook your head, giving up on the fight against his high ass.

“Well, I just want to kiss you, over and over again, and then when you started kissing me, I think I went crazy,” he blinked slowly, eyes covering every inch of your face. He leaned forward. “You really fucked me up, you know?”

You frowned. “Did I?”

“Pfft,” he huffed. “Are you kidding? You would change in front of me, lay in bed with me, touch me, everything I….” he swallowed hard. “How was I supposed to react to your tits? Your ass? You think i’ve never gotten hard from it?” you wanted to shut his nonsense up, but he kept going on. “I’ve had to literally leave just to jack off so you didn't find out—”

“Woah, woah,” you rose your eyebvrows. “You’re a mess right now, youll regret what you’re saying tomorrow—”

“I wont,” he sniffed, eyes meeting yours. “I’m done with acting like I don't think about you naked—”

“Jongho, shut it, we’re not alone—”

“We should be alone so I can do everything I want to you,” he pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple. “God, I want to do everything to you.”

You wanted to push him away. You wanted to tell him no—but…his lips, his words, his breath felt so good, so intoxicating. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, to the corner of your lips. “Can we fuck now?”

You closed your eyes, taking in a breath. “The hell is wrong with you? We’re in a cab—”

He ignored you, his lips continuing to find their way around your face. “When we get back?”

You looked down at his knee, how it was wrapped, how much pain it had caused him. “You just hurt your leg, and you’re not in your right mind.”

“Oh, i’m completely in my right mind,” he kissed your ear, letting a little breath of air tickle you. “I’ve wanted this forever.”

You sighed, your breath shaking, your chest tight. You had absolutely no experience—you’ve never had sex, never did anything with a man other than what you were doing now, and the little kiss you gave seonghwa.

“I’m a virgin,” you whispered softly, embarrased. However, you felt the most comfortable with jongho. He was your everything.

“So am I,” he admitted, smiling. “We can learn together.”

“God, we’re so lame,” you breathed, smiling.

Jongho, however, did not care about any words. He nuzzled into your collarbone, pressing a kiss there, over and over again.

“So, does that mean we can have sex?”

—

You assisted jongho into your building, helping him into the elevator and pressing your floor while he leaned against the wall.

The silence was deafening. You were sure he was able to hear your heart beat through your chest.

As the doors closed, you let a sigh out.

“y/n,” he breathed. Behind you, his eyes were on you.

“Hm?” you hummed, afraid to turn to him, afraid of what you would do, what he would do.

“I love you,” he spoke.

You’ve both basically said it only an hour before. Only then, it didn't feel real. Now, maybe it was the fact that Jongho’s eyes have cleared up, his expression was raw. He looked nervous, he looked anxious. This was all new, all foreign—but Jongho wasn't new, wasn't different. He’s always been him, been by your side, your rock, your everything.

“I….love you too, dummy.”

When the elevator reached your floor, it took you a second to move. You helped him down the hall, and when you reached your door, you paused.

“Do you…want to…” you trailed off, unsure if that was only the drugs talking earlier.

When you turned to jongho, he had a sinister smile on his face.

“You mean,” he nodded toward your room. “What I think you mean?”

“Well, jeez,” you scoffed, turning around to open your door. “As if you weren't the one all over me in the cab—”

A second later, you both stood in the entrance of your room, both of your hearts beating like crazy.

He entered the room after you, slowly shutting the door. The room was dark—you weren't even trying to turn the lights on.

You turned to jongho, watching him stand with his fists at his sides, his fingers gripping the fabric of his basketball shorts.

“How do we…” you took in a sharp breath, meeting his gaze. His eyes were wide, dripping with love, lust, with so much. You weren't sure if they always looked like that, if they looked at you like that. Those eyes….

“Let’s just, he winced a bit as he stepped closer. “Just stay where you are.”

When he got close enough, you saw the worry in his expression. The hesitancy, the love. He looked up, and his eyes spoke a thousand unspeakable words. His hand reached out, pausing at the hem of your cheerleading uniform.

You let out an anxious laugh at his face, as he looked so conflicted. You didn't say anything though, and after a moment, he tugged your top right over your head, grinning like a goofball at the red lacy bra you had on.

“For me?” he murmured, his hand subconsciously drifting to run over your skin, his fingertips pressing against the thin fabric of your bra. He met your gaze, his jaw tightening.

You reached for his top now, the loose jersey easily pulling over his head—the jersey that was hiding the soft curves of muscle. You’ve seen him shirtless many times, an unimaginable amount of times—but this time, it was different. You ran a hand down the pane of his chest, across the mounds of muscle, down his soft but muscular frame. He was perfect, absolutely sexy, breathtaking, gorgeous.

He shivered under your touch, meeting your gaze. He moved to take his shorts off, but winced. “Hold on, i’ll take them off—” but you both leaned down at the same time, crashing your heads together, causing a storm of laughter.

“God, we’re so not good at this,” He chuckled, smiling bright even in the dark room.

“No, not really,” you grinned, reaching down at his hips, pulling his shorts off, tugging a bit at the erection that bulged out. You held in your pride, the fact that he was already so turned on by just taking your clothes off.

His shorts fell down to his ankles, his underwear with them, leaving him completely naked, completely vulnerable in front of you. He looked at you with those damn eyes, those irises that held every emotion possible for you.

You took a second to take him in, his thickness, his length. You swallowed hard, suddenly aware that…that would go inside you, and it would probably tear your virgin self to shreds.

He then gripped the waistband of your skirt, tugging you to him. He was slightly taller than you, so when your body hit his, you felt his cock against your lower stomach, feeling a pulsing ache in your body. His fingers glided against the bare skin of your waist as he pulled your skirt over your hips, and when they fell, you were left standing in your mismatched underwear, begging him to take it off of you, too.

However, he just stood there like a deer in headlights, staring at the curves of your body, and the smoothness of your skin. His mouth parted, his eyes grew wide, and his hands twitched to touch you, to ravage you, to swallow you whole as if you were roadkill and he was a vulture.

An anxious vulture.

He reached around you, the heat of his body warming you, and his hands clasped around the clip of your bra. He fiddled with it for a good moment, and as he started getting irritated that he couldn't get it, you laughed. “Goddamn this thing has you locked up like fort knox—”

“Do you want me to get it—”

“No, no, i’ll be extremely embarassed, let me do it.” he continued to try to get it off you, and finally, it fell off you, onto the ground, and Jongho stood with a proud smile on his lips. “Fuck yeah, finally.”

But, right after his words of triumph, his eyes fell to your full breasts. His eyes widened, and he gave into his desires, letting himself grab one, calloused fingers gliding against your nipple.

“Oh, fuck y/n,” he breathed, both his hands coming up to cradle your breasts, to feel you up. He took in a breath, eyes unable to leave your body. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

He dipped his head, taking in a breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over your nipple. You felt your stomach tighten, felt your wetness pool at your thighs. He looked up to your eyes as he sucked, and when he saw your ecstatic expression, he quickly pulled away.

He didn't spare an extra second to claw at your underwear, satisfyingly watching them fall to the ground, leaving you both completely naked in the middle of the room. He looked at you, love dripping from his chocolate eyes.

And thats when you gripped the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I don't do this very well,” you admitted, twirling your fingers in his hair. He didn't seem to even hear what you said as his eyes remained on your lips.

“God, we cant be friends anymore,” he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, he hesitated, lips hovering over yours, his breath shaky, tangling with yours. “Definetly not, fuck.”

You tilted your chin forward, lips so close, so so close. His hands found your hips, fingernails leaving marks in your skin.

And with one last look into your eyes, jongho sighed, letting go of everything. He pressed his soft lips to yours, taking you in like he hasn't kissed you before. Like he’s always wanted to. He breathed into you, moving his hands to cradle your face, to get as close to you as possible.

You arched your body against his, bucking your hips into his, and he grunted in response. You fell backwards onto the bed, him on top of you, but as you fell, he bit your lip so hard you let out a little yelp.

“Oh shit,” he gasped, parting from you, eyes wide with worry. “Are you okay? Did that hurt? I didn't mean to do that—-”

“Shh, shut your face,” you patted him on the cheek, giggling at his reaction.

He adjusted himself on top of you. “Here, make sure you’re head’s on your pillow, I want you to be comfortable.” he adjusted you, too, and he looked so sincere and serious it made you laugh. “Why are you laughing?” he asked, but couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, too. “Stop, this is serious.”

You laughed even more. “Sorry, sorry, you’re just really cute.” you watched his eyes twinkle as he looked at you. “And you look so pretty on top of me.”

He smirked, holding back his giggle. “Stop it.”

“I’m just saying,” you reached a hand out to wrap around his neck, tugging his lips right back down to yours, kissing him softly. “Mhm. I cant get enough of this.”

He smiled into the kiss. “Me neither, I cant believe you’re under me right now.”

You couldn't help the blush that heated your cheeks. You were suddenly aware of his dick against your thighs, of your skin against his. You looked into his eyes, looked at how they were looking at you, how he held himself over you.

And then, after a look of utter love, he smiled and kissed you. This time, he stuck his tongue into your mouth, running over the ridges of the roof of your mouth. You opened your mouth wider, deepening the kiss, knocking your nose against his.

His lips parted as he gasped for air, his chest heaved against yours. His hand delicately glided up your ribs, meeting the skin of your breasts. He gripped your breast in his hand, moaning into your mouth, hips bucking into yours. You couldve sworn you felt his heartbeat through his chest as he made out with you, as his hands covered you. He pulled away only to make sure you still wanted this, and when you nodded, he reached down to line himself up with you. The concept of sex always felt so difficult. So worrisome, so new. But with jongho, it felt like you've done this forever.

“If it hurts, tell me,” he whispered against your lips, kissing you gently. “I’ll take care of you.”

You literally couldve came at those words. You swallowed hard, and forced out a nod.

He pecked your lips, smiling, kissing them again. His hands hesitated, not knowing what to touch as his tip pressed into your cunt, his breath shortening, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You reached out, gliding a hand across his cheek, across his lips, smiling up at him.

“I….” he hesitated before entering you. “Are you wet enough? Should I spit?”

He looked terrified. Absolutely terrified. So you ran a hand soothingly through his hair, watching his eyes shut tight in pleasure, in delight. “Don't worry about anything and just do it.”

“Okay,” he mumbled, letting out a little laugh. “Okay, okay.”

And then, his eyes bled into yours as he tilted his hips, pushing his cock slowly into you, so gently, as if he was terrified of hurting you. You watched his mouth part, watched his expression change to euphoria as he filled you, every inch sparking a new feeling.

He snapped his hips, his length fully in you, and you nearly cried out from the feeling. You moaned as he moved slowly, clawing at his shoulders, this feeling unlike anything else—your damn vibrator held nothing on Jongho.

He relaxed his expression, his eyes fluttering open, looking right down on you. You met his gaze as he moved in and out of you.

“Does it hurt, if it hurts, I can stop—”

“Shut the hell up and fuck me, jongho,” you grumbled, your hands finding a home on his hips, the feeling of them snapping under your hands sent you spiraling. You moaned as his dick reached a new spot, as you felt your walls tighten around him. You wanted to cry out, rip your hair out, tear at his skin as you felt the intense crave for him. The way he looked down on you fueled the fire in your hips, in your back. You felt an ache in your hips, slamming your head back, fighting the urge to claw the bedsheets.

But then you sae his grimace, and you frowned. “Oh my god, you’re knee, you’re in pain.”

He kept moving, but he was definitely in pain. “I-I think the meds wore off—”

Without thinking, you pushed him off you, making him roll over so now he was the one on th bottom. You straddled him, looking at his shocked expression, how his breaths quickened, how his cock twitched for you. To be inside you.

You had an unimaginable amount of knowledge from all your smutty books, so you might as well try to use what you know, right?

“y/n, what are you—”

“Let me please you,” you breathed, and with a slow, calculative movement, you sat on his dick, sliding his length into you, once again gaining the extreme pleasure of his expression and the absolute desperation he expressed. He gasped as you moved up and down on his cock, and he watched you, watched him dissapear into you. He slammed his head back into the pillow, his face contorting, moans fluttering through his lips, his eyebrows knitting together in pleasure and a million other things.

“God, fuck,” his hands gripped your hips as you rode him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his breaths shallow. He gasped for air. “You feel so good, oh my god. So fucking good.”

You tossed your head back, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the smoothness of it. He blinked up at you, a smile on his lips, completely in bliss.

He moved his hands with you, nearly lifting you up as you moved on his cock, moved on his body. You forgot how strong he was.

“You sure you’ve never done this?” he gasped, his eyes shut tight. “Because fuck, this is better than I ever imagined.”

You smiled down on him, giddy at his words. You moved even faster, causing him to moan, and moan, and moan.

You didn't even know what to say—you just enjoyed his little commentary as he took you in, his gaze dripping like honey.

“Godamn,” he hissed, eyes meeting yours. He looked frantic. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he seethed, hips slamming up into yours. “Fuck, you’re so hot, so so hot.”

You felt him twitch inside you, felt your walls collapse. You began to see spots in your vision as he moved his hips, too, just as you were. You felt so much pride as he looked absolutely pathetic underneath you, his gaze hazy, his lips bright red from your kisses.

“I love you, I…love you,” he hissed out. “I love you.”

You reached your climax just from looking at him, crying out in a moan, leaning forward over his body. His hands flooded all over you, sending sparks at every touch, every spot of your body. And when you came, when you felt the rush of cum, the rush of the high finally hit, you continued to move as he did. Then, suddenly, his eyes grew so wide, he lifted you off his cock hastily, gasping for air.

You leaned back on his legs, onto your heels, trying to breathe, trying to see, as his hands grasped his own dick, moving up and down before he came, his cum shooting onto you, over your chest, your boobs, your stomach. You watched him gasp as it happened, his lips curling up in an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, oops,” he laughed, looking absolutely delectable with the hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes wide with pleasure. “Totally meant to do that….”

Something burned under your skin, something foreign, something you never felt before. You’ve only read about this feeling, this moment. But now, here you were. You just had sex, sex with your best friend, and it was the best thing you’ve ever felt before. You needed more, so so much more.

“Please tell me we can do that again,” you breathed, falling onto him, sticking to him, feeling the beat of his heart as you pressed your ear to his chest.

“Oh, fuck yes,” his hand wrapped around you, holding you to him. He pressed a gentle, exasperated his to the top of your head. “You don't even have to ask that, i’m planning on doing that all night.”

You moved a bit so you could lay against his side, totally forgetting about the cum on you that now got all over the place. “You seemed like you knew what you were doing for a virgin,” you side eyed him. “You have to be lying.”

He smirked, a light blush on his cheeks. “Uh, well,” he swallowed, eyes looking all over your face. “I mean, I have been thinking about what I would do if I ever got to sleep with you.”

You furrowed your brows. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Well I didn't get to do exactly what I wanted,” he looked down at your lips, at your body pressed to his. “Because of my damn knee, but,” he pressed a kiss to your nose. “That means we have to do this again.”

“Oh, baby,” you pinched his cheek. “We’ll be doing this way more than we probably should.”

He smiled, that blush still on his face, across his nose. He looked so beautiful, so so pretty, it actually hurt you to look at him.

You kissed him, kissed his lips, his nose, his flushed cheeks.

And you looked at him, at his eyes, the same eyes you’ve known forever.

“I love you, Jongho.”

—

The next morning, you parted ways with a sleepy jongho, late for your early class. You couldn't stop thinking about him all day, that is, until you ran into Mingi and San in the library cafe.

Mingi grinned like the cheshire cat, an eye smile brighter than the sun. “Well, hello there, you.”

You rolled your eyes as the line for the coffee moved. San and Mingi stood behind you, giggling like little kids.

“So, Jongho didn't come back last night,” San started, and you quickly cut in.

“So? He always stays in my room, its not anything odd—”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mingi crossed his arms, grinning. “But it is odd.”

“Why?” you crossed your arms, too, facing him. San stood by with a little chuckle.

“Because he came back to the room before his class and his jersey was on inside out—”

“So? He likes to sleep shirtless—”

“His lips were covered in red lipstick—”

“I don't know what you were talking about—”

“Oh, and he told me that he had sex with you—”

You slammed a hand against San’s mouth, giving him a death glare while mingi giggled like a school girl. You grimaced, pulling your hand away. “Shut up, or i’ll make you.”

“Ooh, so scary,” San waved his hands in the air dramatically. “Anyway, are you dating him now? You better date him, he’s been dreaming of that for so long.”

You blinked. “I mean, we said we loved each other, but nothing about dating….”

Mingi smirked. “Welp, guess you better go figure that out.”

After class, you found yourself in front of Jongho’s door, a shake in your breath as you knocked. He opened the door, shirtless, a smile on his face the minute he met your gaze.

And then he grabbed you by the waist and planted a big kiss onto your lips, smiling into it, and then pulled away.

“Hi,” you smiled.

“Hi.” he tilted his head, looking you up and down.

“I heard you told San everything.”

He bit his lip. “Was I supposed to keep it to myself?”

You shook your head, smiling.

“Do you want to come in?” he hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Mhm,” you nodded, following him in.

The minute the door shut, Jongho slammed you up against it, swallowing you whole with his mouth as he kissed you. His hands gripped the side of your head, tugging at your hair, causing you to let out a hiss. He took the opportunity of your open mouth to shove his tongue into you, exploring your mouth with pleasure. He moaned into you, and you couldn't help but moan yourself.

His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you up, slamming your back into the door as he held you to him. He then started to walk towards his bed, but you realized his injury.

“Jongho, you’re leg,” you breathed with worry, trying to get him to put you down. “You’ll hurt yourself—”

“Shut up,” he spoke into your mouth, indeed shutting you up immediately. You sighed as he kissed you, as he touched you. He gently set you down onto his bed, and you went under his duvet since he kept his room like an icebox.

He followed you suit, crawling on top of you under the covers, but you had a better idea. Once again, you flipped him so he was on his back, and with one quick look at the shock in his gaze, you kissed his collarbone, then his chest, down his sternum, over the soft muscle of his stomach. You slowly pulled his pants down over his cock, his underwear along with them.

You felt his muscles tighten underneath your lips, you heard his breath hitch as you moved lower and lower, until your lips met the soft skin of his hard cock. He gasped his hands searching for you under the covers, his legs moving in pleasure as you licked his tip.

“Oh my…oh…” he arched his back against your kiss, your hands holding onto his hips as you surrounded your mouth around his erection. He thrashed against you, absolutely liquid in your embrace.

But before you could take him fully, the door of his room opened, and in came san blabbing about god knows what.

You quickly moved, trying to lay flat the best you could to hide. Jongho sat up fast, pulling the blanket up and bunching it around his dick, making sure it wasn't so obvious that you were under there….and that he was literally throbbing hard.

“I ran into y/n earlier, she admitted to it!” san roared, and you assumed he was taking his shoes off considering the sound. “Good for you buddy, I know how long you wanted to tap that—”

“Ah, yeah,” Jongho awkwardly laughed. You wish you could see the look on his face, the embarrassment. Just how long did he want you?

You couldn't help but stroke your hand against his dick, causing him to gasp.

“You alright?” San questioned, now making his way to the other side of the room.

You continued to rub him. Jongho gripped the blanket tight.

“Peachy,” Jongho grunted.

San didn't speak for a while.

“Are you gonna finally ask her out?”

You paused.

Jongho sighed. “Huh?” he was totally out of it.

“I mean, you’ve been in love with y/n for ages, you might as well make if official while you can.”

“Am I?” Jongho swallowed hard. “Am I in love with her?”

“Ah shut up, you know it,” San scoffed,and a bed creaked—assumingly his. You decided to continue to suck Jongho off, taking him in your mouth, causing him to jolt.

“I uh, i’ll ask her out later,” Jongho took in a breath. “But, um, do you think you could….you know, give me a moment?”

“A moment, why—”San paused, then gasped. “Are you beating your meat right now? Oh fuck man, my bad!”

You nearly cackled against Jongho at the way they conversed with each other, how normal it seemed. It made you wonder how often this happened, how often Jongho did this to himself, how many times he thought about you while doing it…

That turned you on even more.

The minute you heard the door shut, you tossed the covers over your head, meeting Jongho’s shocked, mind-boggled expression.

“Jeez, y/n, fuck,” he couldn't help but smile as he looked at you, as you sucked him. “You’re a freak.”

“Well, you should see the things I read,” you chuckled, and then licked up the column of his cock, causing him to take hold of your head.

He shoved you up and down on his dick, his fingers tearing into your scalp, causing you to choke on him. He groaned, moaned, hummed every note possible, and then without warning, he came into your mouth, his body going still, his eyes open wide as he watched you swallow his load.

Oh, he tasted better than you ever imagined.

His saltiness still coated your lips as you leaned over to kiss him, his eyes lost in you. He looked so in love, so in lust, in everything.

“Are you gonna ask me out?” you asked in between kisses.

“Mhm,” he leaned into your kiss, not wanting to break apart.

“Are we dating now?”

Kiss.

He blinked, looking up at you. His smile defined beauty, his lips desire.

“If you’d like.”

“Of course.”

You kissed him once more, wrapping your arms around his neck, rolling around in bed with him. He chuckled, smiled, nuzzled his head into you.

“I have practice,” you kissed his cheek, trying to get up, but his arms wrapped around you, holding you to him. “I have to go.”

“One more minute,” he mumbled into your ear as he nibbled it, then kissed it. “Just a minute.”

You smiled. “Okay, fine, I guess I can spare a minute.”

He held you, breathed in your scent, his scent on your lips. He didn't let go, even after the minute, and you hand to force yourself out of his hold.

“Meet me in my room tonight?” you raised a brow,

He nodded. “Of fucking course.”

You quickly tried to fix your hair up, tucking it behind your ears, before you gave your boyfriend a wink while you walked out.

And, funny enough, when you shut the door behind you and turned around, San stood there, smirking devilishly.

“Well damn, when’s it my turn?”

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