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distracted ⢠hjs
pairing: husband&dad!joshua, wife&mom!reader, established relationship
genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!! fluff, parent au, non-idol au
synopsis: reader is literally just feral for joshua
warnings: pwp, p in v, oral (m receiving), riding, praise, dirty talk, soft!dom!josh, breeding, josh calls reader a âslutâ (lovingly) once, reader & josh are parents, reader losing her mind over josh mainly. JOSHUA ARMS. unedited ;)))
a/n: iâve experienced extreme joshua brainrot lately then did an extreme deep dive of jarms (joshua arms) until 2 in the morning. i am unwell and need him like a fish needs water
joshua pushes the shopping cart that holds groceries, and your daughter in the front of the basket, down the aisle. you trail a step or two behind them, mind a bit foggy and⌠distracted. you donât know what it is, heâs just wearing a plain, white tshirt and blue jeansâheâs worn it beforeâand youâre running errands together like you always do. but today is different, and you canât seem to comprehend a single thing going on around you, or really look at your husband without feeling mild insanity.
first, youâd wandered into the store in a daze, forgetting that joshua was grabbing the shopping cart with your daughter, after having sat in the front seat watching him drive for twenty minutes. his hand sat steady at ten and two, ever the safe driver when your daughter was present, though at stop lights he would sometimes grab your hand or settle his palm on your leg. you felt lost since the morning, woke up with your mind cloudy and your brain foggy just at the mere sight of him.
then, you couldnât remember a single thing on your grocery list. in your clouded state, you mustâve forgotten the list in the kitchen; it wasnât a big deal, except for the fact that you literally couldnât think about a single thing that you needed to buy, and you are usually the one leading the pack around the store. so the three of you have been wandering around the grocery store for longer than you want to be, circling back to the same aisles youâve already been on because you canât remember what it is you need to buy.
now youâre back in the dairy aisle, unsure of why youâre back because youve already grabbed milk and cream cheese, so youâre just standing in front of the cold, double doors without a single thought in your head. âyogurt, maybe?â joshua tries, pausing his conversation with your child to help you out. you blink once, twice before mumbling out a ârightâ and pulling the doors open and grabbing a container.
âmommy, thatâs not the right one!â your daughter whines when you drop it in the basket. sheâs frowning at you, eyebrows crinkled the same way joshuaâs do. god. you make the mistake of looking up at him, and your entire body flushes you meet his gaze. his eyes are soft but questioning, asking if you if youâre alright without actually saying it. no, iâm not, you think to yourself, discreetly sweeping your hand up your neck to check your pulse. itâs fast, and youâre definitely still alive.
joshua watches you with mild concern; heâs noticed your strange, avoidant behavior since this morning when he got back from the gym. you had looked almost surprised when he walked into your bedroom, like you werenât expecting him back. your eyes widened, and your lips parted like you were going to say something but nothing came out. he beat you to words, anyway, giving you a soft âgood morningâ that made you blushâheâd ignored it because you seemed⌠offâand kissed you on the lips. he thought he really smelled with the way you rushed your lips off of his and rolled out of bed, nearly tripping over your own feet. joshua grabbed you so you wouldnât fall, and he felt you tense in his hold, a frown etching on his features. he brushed it off and asked if you wanted to shower with him, expecting a âyesâ from the look that flashed through your eyes, but you instead mumbled something about having to make breakfast before hurrying out of the bedroom all together. you basically avoided him all day since then, never really looking at him or talking to him directlyânone of which you do on a constant basis.
the yogurt was, in fact, incorrect down to the brand and flavor. âiâm sorry, baby,â you say to your daughter, running a hand over her hair before grabbing the yogurt to swap it out for the correct one, this time taking a few seconds to scan everything in the fridge. you appreciate the cold air from the refrigerator, as it cools you down from the rush of heat you feel along your face and neck. you take a breath and tell yourself to get a fucking grip before dropping the correct item into the cart.
âdaddy, can i get ice cream?â your daughter asks joshua as you start ambling through the grocery store. you cut your eyes at your daughter for not asking you, but you know itâs because joshua never says no to her.
âof course, princess,â and you watch with pure adoration as he places a kiss on her forehead and she just giggles, scrunching her shoulders up to her ears. joshua is a good husband, but heâs an even better father, and you love watching him interact with your daughter. they have a special connection that you love to witness, a secret language just between the two of them. itâs moment like this where you want another kidâor maybe itâs part of the hazy mess youâre in because of his sheer existence.
you follow behind joshua towards the ice cream aisle. the shirt he wears is tight on him, straining against his biceps and shoulders. you can make out his back muscles depending on how the light hits the fabric, and you feel even crazier than before. his muscles have been the source of your you distracted state today. joshua has always been muscular, and heâs always worked out, but something about him recently has flipped a switch in your brain that has made you feel absolutely feral every time you catch a mere glimpse of his armsâwhich is quite literally every day. this morning it was too overwhelming, him coming home and shedding his jacket to reveal himself in a simple black tank top that looked a size too small, and gray sweats that made you feel like you needed to go to confessional.
another rush of cold air pulls you out of your lustful daze and you stand at the back of the shopping cart as joshua shuffles through the cartons of ice cream, asking your daughter her input. you try to keep your eyes focused on your daughter, anything else, but cant help when they drift over to your husband, his arms flexing each time he grabs a pint and displays it to your daughter. joshua casts a glance at you, a smile that says can you believe this? when you daughter shakes her head for the fourth time, despite not asking to look for herself. you blush under his gaze, heat spreading down your neck and chest before settling in your stomach.
"i thought you liked the oreo one?" you say to your daughter, voice slightly hoarse. you smooth a hand over her hair to give yourself something to do, hands a little clammy from all of your nerves working overtime.
"i do..." she trails off, turning to look at you with a tiny pout on her lips.
"tell daddy before he freezes," you say, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. just the mere reference to joshua feels heavy in your mouth, makes your stomach flutter for reasons you can't really explain.
joshua places the pint of oreo ice cream into the cart, circling around to the front and playfully ticking your daughter under her chin. she giggles loudly and you smile as you watch her become a spitting image of her father. arms cage you between the carts handlebar and a firm chest, and suddenly your eyes are no longer on your kid but on the strong, veiny forearms that belong to your husband. âexcuse me,â he murmurs, a teasing lilt to his voice like he knows that youâre losing your mind at the simple sight of him.
wordlessly, you gently grab his right arm to remove yourself from his entrapment. âhey,â joshua says softly, reaching out for your wrist as you move swiftly to get away from him. turning, goosebumps arise on your skin, and you tell yourself that itâs because his hands are ice cold. âyou okay, honey?â your stomach flips and you press your lips into a small smile, nodding.
joshua stares at you for a beat before leaning down a few inches, silently begging for a kiss. you nearly combust at the thought, not trustworthy of yourself to behave normally in public. but his eyes are fond, and you love him so much and want him so bad that you raise up on your toes and brace yourself on his shoulders before delivering a soft, quick peck to his lips. youâre proud of yourself for holding back, but joshua isnât satisfied because he stays leaned over in the spot you kissed him in for a few seconds after the fact that youâve pulled away. if you were at home, heâd yank you back to him but because youâre in public he files that grievance away and straightens up.
âi want a kiss,â your daughter pouts, cutely crossing her arms over her chest. since she doesnât specify from whom, both of you lean in and press kisses to her cheeks. her giggle ripples through you, filling your stomach with butterflies and your chest with a type of love reserved only for her. youâre momentarily pulled away from your joshua shaped daze, until his hand is settling on your lower back. it chilling, his touch, and itâs not because his hands are ice cold from standing in the grocery store freezer for two minutes.
a shiver runs up your spine and you slip out of his grasp, not paying attention to where or what youâre walking into until joshua is pulling you back into him, his hand splayed across your stomach and your back colliding with his chest. âbabe, watch out,â a woman pushing a cart stops short, a look of remorse on her face.
âoh my god, did i hit you?â she asks, and you figure you must look injured or something, because she looks genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. the flush on your face is not due to the fact that you were almost ran over, but because joshua hasnât moved his hand from your stomach and hasnât put any distance between your back and his front. he stays pressed against you, holding you firmly in front of him, his hold tightening ever so slightly.
ân-no, iâm alright,â you manage, lips tingling. âi swear.â you add when her eyebrows donât drop from her hairline. at that, she seems to believe you enough snd offers you a smile and a curt nod before hurrying down the aisle.
âare you alright, honey? youâre trembling,â joshua says, his deep voice like melted wax running down your back. you make the mistake of looking up and over your shoulder at him, his palm pressing into your lower belly.
he peers down at you with soft eyes, ready to question you again until your tongue darts out to wet your lips before you tuck your bottom lip under your top one and nod. he knows the look in your eyes all too wellâhunger, but not for foodâand heat pools in his chest. joshua is much better at hiding his desire for you, especially in public and in front of your child, and heâs able to keep his expression the same, pretending he never saw that look in your eye. âiâm fine,â youâre shuffling away from him again, this time checking to make sure youâre not seconds away from being ran over with a shopping cart.
somehow, you three mange to finish your shopping trip without anymore mishaps. it requires circling back to the same aisles more than once because neither you nor josh can remember what you wanted to buy, but at least you can say youâre done. joshua loads the groceries into the trunk while you buckle your daughter into the backseat. she yawns, stretching her little arms up and out. âsleepy?â you ask her, a small smile on your face.
âno,â she says, vehemently shaking her head. you chuckle hum a sound of disbelief before dropping a kiss on her forehead and going to the front seat. the trunk closes and you suck in a breath as you watch him in the rearview mirror. he brushes his hand through his hair, and even through the mirror and the tint of the trunk window, you can make out his bicep muscle flexing with the motion.
itâs nearly pathetic how horny you feel just looking at himâlike an overgrown teenager who just got into their first relationship. except youâre an adult, married to this man, and this behavior is no longer considered âcuteâ.
joshua gets into the front seat and smiles at you, leaning over the console to give you a kiss. his hand rests on the side of your neck, and you wonder if heâs trying to check your pulse, to mess with you. you keep your hands to yourself, because if you touch him, you might never stop.
pulling back from your mouth, he looks into your eyes before flicking them back down to your lips. joshua starts to lean in but seems to remember youâre not alone, and sits back in his seat, his hand lingering on your neck for a moment before he starts the car and asks your daughter if sheâs ready to go.
the car ride is quiet, save for your daughters yawns and insistence that she is not tired. she makes most of the noise, talking about random things that you and joshua entertain with ease. he watches her in the review mirror with real, unconditional love in his eyes. it does nothing to help your situation, and just makes you want to give him another baby.
when you arrive back at your house, you quickly get out of the car, grateful to get out of the stuffy, suffocating feeling of being in the front seat. you walk around the back and help your daughter out, ready to carry her inside until she exclaims, âi want to help!â
you ser her down on the ground and she runs over to joshua. you watch him give her two of the lighter bags of groceries, and raises her arms to show you, a big smile on her face. you smile back and press in the garage code and tell her to go inside of the house, seemingly leaving you and joshua alone. you sidle up next to him, and joshua lightly bumps his hip into yours. âhmm?â you question without looking up from the numerous bags in the back of the car.
âwhy are you avoiding me?â he asks, and the directness makes your hands clam up.
âiâm not avoiding you,â you say, taking a few grocery bags and backing up from him.
âyou quite literally are.â
you stare up at him, his eyebrows knitted together in slight irritation. âi still love you, if thatâs what youâre asking,â you clarify. his features soften and his shoulders relax a bit. those shoulders. your eyes drifts down his figure, lingering on his flexed forearms, veins bulging out from the tension of carrying the grocery bags.
joshua watches you obviously ogle and check him out, his entire figure relaxing at his realization. âoh, i get it now,â he teases, a slow smirk sliding across his lips.
âget what?â you play dumb, taking a tentative step backwards before turning around and trying to keep your walk casual as you walk through the garage. itâs so obvious youâre trying to keep space between the two of you, putting anything in the way to keep you off of him.
âthat you wan-â joshua cuts himself off because you push open the door that leads you into the house. he clears his throat and closes the garage door before following behind you into the kitchen. your daughter is standing on her tippy toes trying to reach a cupboard thatâs way to high for her, concentration etched on her face. âneed help, bub?â he asks, setting his bags down on the counter.
âi canât reach,â she whines, yawning immediately after. joshua lifts her up into his arms and opens the cupboard for her abd allows her to put the item away. âiâm tired, daddy.â she rests her head on his shoulder, tiny arms encircling around his neck.
you watch them and you feel your heart grow three times in size, like the grinch. joshua coos at her and pats her head before agreeing to put her down for a nap. you busy yourself with unloading the groceries, stomach flipping at the thought of having at least an hour alone with your husband. you canât believe how depraved you feel.
joshua comes back downstairs a few minutes later, right when youâre putting the last thing into the fridge. âyou finished?â he asks. you nod, heart hammering in your chest as he walks over to you. his hands drop onto your hips, pulling you flush against him. you keep your eyes straight ahead, leveled wirh his chest, and joshua dips his head down to meet your eyes. âsee: youâre avoiding me.â
hear creeps up your neck and you shake your head. âiâm not.â
âdonât try to gaslight me,â he teases, making you roll your eyes and finally look up at him. âthere she is.â he murmurs, leaning down a few centimeters to connect your lips. your hands flatten against his chest, and he walks your backwards into one of the kitchen counters. joshua leans over you, trying to press you flat against the surface despite the lack of space.
âshua,â you breathe once you pull away when he unbuttons your jeans.
âwhat, youâve got somewhere better to be?â he asks, arching one of his eyebrows.
âi⌠i have to do laundryâŚâ you say halfheartedly. joshua laughs at this, dropping his forehead against yours. âiâm serious!â you say, but youâre smiling too. âi want to go back to avoiding you.â
joshua pulls back to look down at you, making a face that says for what? âi thought you wanted me to fuck you?â
âyeah, iâm afraid nothing will keep me off of you if we start,â you say honestly. joshua blushes deeply, a boyish grin on his face. âi want you so badâi think i might be ovulating? i donât know. i just want you so. bad.â you punctuate the last part with the press of your knuckles into his chest.
âyouâre ovulating?â itâs like bells went off in his head.
âmaybe, i donât know. i donât keep track of that shit. i just need an explanation for how i feel,â you say, hands sliding along his chest absentmindedly.
joshua raises both of his eyebrows at you, fake shock on his face. âmaybe because you have a super hot and sexy husband who is also a really good father? just a hunch.â
âno, i donât think thatâs it,â he rolls his eyes at you and you giggle, balling his shirt up into your fists and pulling him down to you. joshua grips onto the counter to steady himself, his hold tight enough to turn his knuckles white. he presses his pelvis into yours, his his erection pressing against your leg.
joshua wraps an arm around you and splays his hand across the small of your back. he presses you down onto the counter and you grip his shoulders tightly, craning your mouth away from his to breathe out, ânot here.â he pulls you up from the counter and looks down at you, his chest moving up and down quickly. you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he thinks about a place to fuck you that wonât bring attention to the two of you. âlaund-ah!â he swoops you up into his arms easily, already carrying you in the direction of your laundry room before you can even get the entire word out.
you wrap your legs around his waist as you buzz with need and anticipation. you let yourself revel at being carried by him after lusting over his arms all day. he carries you like youâre weightless, with his his hands resting under your ass for support. âgod,â you whisper to yourself, pressing a kiss into his neck.
âi love you,â he rasps as he enters the laundry room. he shuts and locks the door behind him before dropping you onto the washing machine. his hands are flying to undo the buttons of your blouse and you pull him closer using your ankles that are still wrapped around him.
âlove you more,â you murmur, helping him with removing your top. âyour turn.â your urge, pulling the hem of his shirt.
âsure you can handle it?â he teases. you flush and lightly push at his abdomen. âdonât wanna make you pass out or anything.â he smirks at you, loving to watch you squirm.
âi can handle it,â you say, feeling so embarrassed to even be in this position. luckily, joshua is sweet to you above all and draws you in for a kiss. you skate your hands up underneath his shirt, nails lightly scratching against his torso. âtake it off.â you mumble against his lips, hands pushing up the material of his shirt. you feel like you could rip him out of the fabric.
joshua pulls back and makes an entire show of getting undressed. he runs a hand through his hair and purposefully flexes his bicep as he does so. if this was any other time, youâd roll your eyes and call him annoying. but today, all you can do is watch and try not to drool.
he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it into an empty laundry basket nearby. you waste no time leaning forward and pulling him into a kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. you move to kiss his jaw and then his neck, your hands sliding down his body. you kiss across his chest, going lower until the position becomes uncomfortable. lightly shoving him, you hop off of the washing machine and drop to your knees in front of him.
joshua watches you with dark eyes, holding onto the edge of the machine. you fumble with his belt, hands shaking with anticipation of finally having him, and he makes no effort to help you out. your hands work too fast, and you mess up when you try to pull the buckle open for the second time. âiâve got all day,â he say smugly. you ignore him, and finally pull his belt free. you work his pants down to his ankles, leaving. him in just his briefs. you let out a breath and look up at him with pure lust. âas pretty as you look right now, youâd look much better with my cock in your mouth.â
quickly, you pull his underwear down and let them pool together with his pants, hands flying to grab ahold of his member. you pump him a few times, flicking your eyes to look up at him. joshua gives you a slight nod, signaling you to start sucking, and you eagerly oblige. sticking your tongue out, you lick up the precum that dribbles out of the tip before you wrap your lips around the head and push him into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you go. a groan escapes joshuaâs mouth and he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
you drag him into your mouth inch by inch, your eyes never once leaving his. his chest heaves up and down, moving faster and faster the closer you get to taking him all the way. tears prick in your eyes when he hits the back of your throat, but you keep going until your nose nearly presses into his hips. âshit,â he whispers, leaning more of his weight into the washing machine.
you bob your head up and down, pulling back and stroking what doesnât fit. you swirl your tongue around the tip, cheeks hollowing to create more suction when you suck on the tip. joshua moans lowly above you and tells you how good youâre doing. his eyes flutter shut, squeezed shut in pleasure and his chin drops down to his mouth. you want his eyes on you, want him to watch you as you make him feel good, so you purposefully scrape your teach against his dick to get his attention.
his eyes fly open as he jerks back from you, glaring at you when you smile around him. âbrat,â he spits and tightens his grip on your hair. you sigh through your nose and press your thighs together, cunt throbbing with need. you keep bobbing your head, speeding up slightly and taking more of him into your mouth. when joshua presses your head down, you relax your throat and let him take control, hands moving to hold onto his thighs. âgood girl.â he grunts, holding your head down on his dick for a few seconds until you gag, and then he pulls you off of him.
he does this a few more times, his cock twitching against your tongue. tears gather in your eyes but you power through, determined to make him cum. he pulls you down onto him, cursing each time he hits the back of your throat. âfuck, you take me so well. iâm c-close,â tears slip down your cheeks and mix in with the spit and cum. your face is a mess, but neither of you care.
joshua fucks his cock into your mouth, holding your head steady in his hands. you dig your nails his thighs to combat the ache in your jaw. he thrusts into your mouth until he canât take the feeling of your warm mouth around him anymore, his cum shooting into the back of your throat. you keep your mouth open to catch all of his seed, some of it gathering around the corner of your lips. âs-swallow,â he demands when he pulls his cock away from your mouth.
you obediently swallow, and he whines in the back of his throat. âgoddamn, i love you,â he holds his hands out to you and helps you up onto his feet. he wipes the corners of you lips with his thumb and shoves it into your mouth, lips parting when you suck on his thumb like you just did his cock. âyoure such a slut.â he murmurs, a loving gaze in his eyes.
a trail of saliva connects your lips to his thumb when you pull it out of your mouth. âpromise?â you ask.
joshua smiles and pulls you into a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. his hands make use of unbuttoning your jeans and shoving his hands down your pants. your panties are damp, and heâs a bit shocked and honored that youâre this wet for him. âi need you,â you whine, peppering kisses down his neck. you donât even want his fingers, just want him inside of you.
âi know,â he rasps, slipping a finger between your folds. you shudder when he touches you, his finger playing with your arousal and brushing over your clit, just to make you jump. you clench around nothing, and itâs nearly painful how turned on you are.
âjoshua!â you whine, nipping at his neck. his hand immediately grabs onto your hair and yanks, a hiss emitting from your lips followed by a smirk.
âneedy brat,â he grumbles, walking the two of you over to the work bench in the room. he drops onto it and spreads his legs invitingly. you quickly step out of your jeans and underwear, his eyes roaming over your body. âyouâre a beautiful, y/n.âjoshua says sincerely; at the end of the day, he is simply a lover boy.
you smile at him and quickly drop yourself onto his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. you reach between the two of you and position yourself over his cock. his hands grip onto your hips tightly and guide you down onto him, bottom lip drawing in between his teeth.
âah-fuck!â you cry when you sink onto the tip, the initial stretch rippling through you.
âyouâve got it, baby,â he encourages, thumbs rubbing sift circles into your hips. you bite down on your bottom lip, hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you sink lower and lower onto him. âgoddamn, girl.â he grunts, hips bucking when you clench around him.
when you manage to take all of him, you sit still and catch your breath, head resting on his shoulder. joshua unhooks your bra and you lean back to slide it off your arms. âyou okay?â he asks, hands groping your chest.
âuh huh,â you rasp, taking it as a sign to start fuckign him, licking your lips and raising your hips before dropping onto his lap. âfuck, shua.â whimpers leave you lips as you fuck yourself onto him, using his shoulders as leverage to move yourself up and down. joshua relaxes into the wall, his grip on your hips loosening as you gain momentum and find a rhythm.
âyouâre so tight,â he groans, one of his thumbs finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub. âbeen thinking about fucking you all day.â joshua sighs and rubs your clit quicker, eyes peering up to watch your facial expressions. âyou need me as bad as i needed you?â he mumbles, voice low and husky.
âmore,â you pant, still bouncing up and down on him. your cunt clamps around him like itâs trying to keep him there. âshuaaa!â you whine, thighs burning. you sit on his lap, rolling your hips into his.
he chuckles breathlessly, rolling his other thumb over one of your nipples. âyeah? tell me,â he grins at you devilishly, this side of him only coming out in your intimate moments.
âso bad,â you cry, grinding down onto his lap. âw-wanna give you a-another baby.â you squeeze around him involuntarily, a knot forming in your stomach. joshua twitches inside of you at the mention of having another child.
âyeah? want me to fill you up?â you whimper and nod, legs starting to shake. âwant me to fuck you full of my cum until youâre pregnant again?â he lets go of you breast to place both hands underneath your ass. he lifts you up and drops you down, a show of his strength as he fucks you up an down onto him.
joshua grumbles filthy things into your ear; tells you that heâs gonna fuck you until you canât walk, that heâs gonna stuff you full, thatâs heâs going to give you another baby tonight. âf-fuck! i-im gonna cum,â you cry, throwing your head back in pleasure. he bucks his hips up into you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you repeatedly.
spots blur your vision and your cunt spasms around him as you reach your climax. it hits you like a thousand bricks, and youâre shaking in his arm and crying out his name. you expect him to stop, but he keeps thrusting up into you, drawing out your orgasm further. you can hardly think through the waves of pleasure, which is why you hardly register that heâs lifted you up until youâre placed on a cold surface.
joshua drags you to the edge of the washing machine and slams his cock into you, nearly knocking the wind out of you. âo-oh my god,â you gasp, tears brimming in your eyes for the second time tonight. âyou feel so good!â
he drives his hips into you brutally, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. âf-fuck, iâm not gonna last,â he groans, dropping his head into your neck. he kisses your skin and lightly bites, though not hard enough to leave marks. you cling to him, arms secured around his shoulders like you may fall if you dont hold on.
his thrusts get sloppier by the second, indicative of his nearing climax. âi love you,â you breathe, nails clawing at his back. he grunts, whining out curses as he cums inside of you, his dick twitching between your walls. he stills, fingers applying bruising pressure to your hips.
after a few moments, he lifts his head from your shoulder and looks at you, a tender smile on his face. he presses his lips to your gently, sighing against you as he goes soft. âshit,â he pants, followed by a light chuckle.
you canât help but giggle back, running a hand through his hair. he doesnât want to pull out, not yet at least, wanting to make sure his cum stays inside of you as long as possible. he lets go of your thighs and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. you kiss the column of his throat, right on his adamâs apple and rubs soft circles into your back.
âwe should clean up,â he murmurs, starting to draw back from you. you make a sound of disagreement and squeeze around him on purpose. âb-brat.â he stammers, curling away from you.
he pulls out of you with a lewd squelch, both of you turning light shades of pink at the noise. he helps you off of the washer and you lean against it. he finds a random towel and comes back to wipe between your legs before cleaning himself off and tossing it in the same basket he threw his shirt in. âi guess i could start a load,â you say, looking at all of the discarded clothes, making joshua laugh.
he helps you gather them up and drop them into the washer. you add in the detergent and slam the top closed. except, when you go to start the washer, joshua places a hand on your back and presses you flat against the washer and slots his knee between your legs to spread them open. you donât get a chance to prepare yourself because heâs pushing into you again, a strong arm wrapping around your middle to hold you steady as he fucks into you from behind, determined to get you pregnant tonight.
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Can I have joshua with an independent reader where she slowly showed her vulnerability towards him, like she confessed about her financially struggle or anything you like!!
Safe With You | idol!Joshua x Reader | fluff



âAre you okay?â Joshuaâs voice was soft but firm, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of an answer you wouldnât say out loud.
You exhaled slowly, gripping your cup of tea tighter. You hated thisâbeing vulnerable, letting someone see the cracks in your carefully built walls. But Joshua had always been different. He never pried, never pushed, just waited patiently for you to let him in.
âIâm fine,â you said, forcing a small smile.
Joshua arched an eyebrow, unconvinced. âYou know that doesnât work on me, right?â
You let out a dry chuckle. âYeah, I figured.â
Silence settled between you two, comfortable yet heavy. You werenât fine. Not even close. Rent was due in a few days, your bills were piling up, and work had been cutting your hours. Youâd always prided yourself on handling things alone, but this time, it felt like you were drowning.
Joshua reached out, gently brushing his fingers against yours. âTalk to me, Y/N. Please.â
You swallowed hard, staring at the table. âI justâŚâ You took a shaky breath. âIâm struggling, Josh.â The words felt foreign, as if admitting them made them more real. âFinancially, I mean. Work has been unpredictable, and Iâve been trying to keep up, butâitâs hard.â
Joshuaâs expression softened, and he squeezed your hand. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
You shrugged. âBecause itâs not your problem. Iâve always taken care of myself.â
He sighed, tilting his head. âThatâs not how relationships work, Y/N. You donât have to carry everything alone.â
You looked up at him, vulnerability evident in your eyes. âI know, but I donât want to be a burden.â
Joshuaâs brows furrowed. âYou could never be a burden. Ever.â He let go of your hand only to hold your face gently. âLet me help, okay? I want to.â
You hesitated. âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanâŚâ He took a deep breath. âI can cover your rent this month, or however long you need until you get back on your feet.â
Your eyes widened. âJosh, noâI canât ask you to do that.â
âYouâre not asking,â he said softly. âIâm offering.â
Your heart clenched at how easily he was willing to help, no hesitation, no expectations. âI donât want you to think Iâm with you for your money.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âY/N, I know you. If that was the case, you wouldnât have waited this long to tell me anything.â
You bit your lip, torn between pride and relief. âI just⌠I donât know how to accept help.â
Joshua smiled. âThen start small. Let me do this for you.â
You exhaled, nodding slowly. âOkay.â
His expression brightened, but then he hesitated, as if debating whether to say something else. âActually⌠Iâve been thinking about something for a while.â
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat is it?â
He reached for your hand again, lacing his fingers with yours. âWhat if you moved in with me?â
Your breath hitched. âJoshâŚâ
âI know itâs a big step,â he admitted. âAnd I donât want you to feel pressured. But I love you, Y/N. I want to be there for youânot just when things are good, but when things get tough too.â
Tears welled up in your eyes at how effortlessly he loved you. âYou really mean that?â
He squeezed your hand. âEvery word.â
A few months ago, you wouldâve refused. You wouldâve insisted on handling things alone. But now? Looking into Joshuaâs warm, unwavering gaze, you realized somethingâyou didnât have to do everything by yourself. Not anymore.
A tear slipped down your cheek, and you nodded. âOkay. Letâs do it.â
Joshua grinned, pulling you into his arms. âYou wonât regret it, I promise.â
And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed that.
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The tiny and adorable noises of your ten months old over-enthusiastic baby, Haeun, ringed throughout the house, followed by your sweet husbandâs cooes who was likely panicking inside at the sight of the energized baby. It was never easy to control a baby that was ready to throw things in excitement.
âAigoo, my good baby~â Joshua sing-songed, gently sitting Haeun down on the bed before unwrapping the towel around her and patting her body dry.
It was never easy to bathe Haeun before a nap. Especially with her chaotic energy. But Joshua, her lovely father, knew how to make things work.
âLet papa dress you up nicely, then we'll cuddle to sleep, hm?â
He smiled down at the little baby, his eyes scrunching so adorably, that even the toddler had to pause for a second to stare at her father and admire him. But, again, she was Haeunâyour most adorable, but always energetic baby.
Haeun lightly smacked her fatherâs cheek, causing him to wince in surprise as his eyes went wide.
âBaby!â He tried to sound strict, but the sight of the toddler laughing so endearingly, it immediately had Joshua grinning as his nose scrunched up.
âBaby..â Joshua chuckled, gently pulling Haeun closer so he could apply baby moisturizer on her skin. âEnough playing, lovie, let's not waste time. You want cuddles, right?â Tilting his head, he gently ran his fingers through her hair, and Haeun nodded like she could understand him well.
Joshua giggled at that, slowly massaging her tiny arms and then feet. âYou only understand cuddling, don't you?â He pecked Haeunâs small palm, earning a shy giggle from her.
Now, it came to dressing the toddler up, and with the way Haeun was running here and there on the bedâit seemed impossible. But, it was worth a try!
âBaby, come here!â Joshua called out, stretching out his arms for Haeun, while she started to jump on the bed.
Panicked as ever, he quickly hovered over the bed and picked her up in a hasty manner, making the toddler squeal.
âHaeun! You'll hurt yourselfââ
As soon as he laid her down, she swung her foot at his chest forcefully. It seemed like she had used all the power she was saving up, because Joshua let out a loud groan as he grimaced.
Ouch.
âHaeun-ahâŚâ He pouted and put a hand over his chest, wincing in pain, while Haeun giggled at her fatherâs state. A sigh escaped Joshua, as he finally gave up and plopped down his head on the bed in defeat.
Haeun tapped her tiny hands on her fatherâs head as she tried to call out to him.
âPapa is tired, lovieâŚâ he spoke in a low, whiny voice and closed his eyes, exhaling deeply.
As the clock finally hit 1PM, you were in the comfort of your home again. It was Sunday, so you wanted to go shopping since Joshua had a day off from practice too. But you didn't know it would take this long.
âHaeun-ah, momâs home!â You call out from the entrance as you kick off your shoes and head to the living room. Hearing no noises or sounds, a quick sense of dread took over you, but it was quickly replaced by relief when the sound of soft breathing coming from the bedroom filled the dead silence.
Taking slow and gentle steps towards your shared bedroom, you peek through the door and your heart melts at the sightâyour lovely husband and your lovely daughter sleeping soundly beside each other.
Haeun only wore a diaper and a top, but the warmth from Joshuaâs embrace was enough to keep her warm. His forearm rested behind Haeunâs small body, his hand on her head and his other arm laid on the bed as Haeun used his biceps like a pillow. Held her so gently, careful even in his sleep.
Your smile reached your eyes as you got closer to those two adorable beings sleeping peacefully.
âShua, baby,â Careful not to startle him, you softly call out. He shifted a little, his eyes gradually opening and he felt himself smiling as soon as he figured out your voice.
âLove..â Joshuaâs voice was groggy but comfortingly gentle. He reached out to rub his eyes before he felt a light weight on his right bicep. Turning to take a look, his smile widened, a suppressed laugh leaving him.
His little baby was resting so peacefully. Her hair was messy, probably from shifting in his warm embrace, and she seemed so comfortable and calm, knowing Joshua was by her side.
He turned his attention to you, slowly lifting himself up and scooping up Haeun in his arms.
âYou got home just now?â Joshua asked, reaching out one of his hands to hold yours. You sat beside him, caressing Haeunâs head with a smile as you nod.
âWere you tired?â You ask, now resting your hand on Joshua's head, and he scooted closer to you, seeking warmth.
He nodded, jutting out his lips in a pout that made him look adorable. Especially with that messy hair.
You giggle, leaning forward to peck his cheek, making him grin (â âżâ )
Gently taking Haeun in your arms, you and Joshua look at each other with slightly widened eyesâyour little babygirl was holding onto her fatherâs hand, that was, again, twice the size of her tiny hand.
Joshua let out a hushed laugh, wrapping his other arm around your waist as he snuggled to your side, his cheek squishing against your shoulder.
âShe's so cute,â he whispered. âJust like you.â
Your smile widens at his comment. Even after so many years, Hong Joshua never misses the chance to make you blush.
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Drunken Tendencies...
starring: svt leader and husband! seungcheol x wife! reader; member! mingyu; member! seokmin; member! woozi; member! joshua; member! minghao; member! seungkwan; member! jeonghan; member! vernon; member! hoshi
aus: fluff!!
warnings: kissing
synopsis: Y/N goes out drinking with the seventeen members... and who else would come pick her drunk self up besides her loving husband?
word count: 1172
A/N: I think we all need a whipped seungcheol to take care of us when we are drunk...
He had received a text from Mingyu.
Brother Mingyu: Hyung... you should probably come pick up your wife.
Leader Seungcheol: What happened?
Brother Mingyu: She's drunk.
Leader Seungcheol: So? She can drink.
Brother Mingyu: She's currently pouting and trying to fight Seokmin over whether or not she could beat him in an arm-wrestling match.
Leader Seungcheol: ...
Leader Seungcheol: Iâm on my way.
â
When he arrived at the bar, he was met with the sight of his wife (a phrase he was still adjusting to⌠but loving to say). His usually composed, sharp-witted wife was leaning over the table, dramatically pouting at Seokmin, her arms crossed like a child.
âI swear I could win!â she argued, her words slightly slurred but her conviction unwavering âYouâre just scared!â
Seokmin, looking both amused and slightly exasperated, raised his hands in surrender. âY/N-ah, I promise you, Iâm not scaredââÂ
âThen arm-wrestle me, coward!â
âHyung, please get your wife,â Woozi called out lazily from his seat, smiling as he nursed his drink. âSheâs been challenging everyone here.â
Seungcheol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before stepping closer. âY/N.â
The moment she turned and saw him, her frustration melted away, and insteadâher face lit up like he was the best thing she had ever seen.Â
âCheollie!â Y/N squealed, suddenly all giggly and shy, covering her face with her hands before peeking at him through her fingers. âOh my God, youâre so handsome⌠Who let you out looking like this?â
The members burst into laughter as Y/N wobbled to her feet, stumbling slightly before dramatically pointing at Seungcheol. âDid it hurt?â
Seungcheol blinked. âWhat?â
âWhen you fell from heaven?â She giggled, swaying on her feet. âBecause you are so fine, sir.â
âThis is amazingâIâm recording this,â Mingyu whispered, already holding up his phone.
Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head fondly before stepping closer to Y/N, steadying her with his hands on her waist. âYouâre drunk,â he said, amusement clear in his voice.
âIâm not drunkââ she paused, swaying slightly. âOkay, maybe a little.â
Y/N gasped dramatically, pressing her hands against his chest. âWait, wait, waitââ She looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes. âHey, are you single?â
Seungcheol nearly choked on air. âWhat?â
âBecause I totally have a crush on you,â she whispered, blinking at him. âLike, you are so hot, I want to marry you.â
âYou did marry me,â Seungcheol reminded her, exasperated but endeared.
She gasped again, this time in pure shock. âI did?! Who let me do that?!â
âYou did,â Minghao answered, grinning as he sipped his drink.
âAnd you are very in love with him,â Joshua added helpfully.
Y/N turned back to Seungcheol, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer, her nose almost brushing his. âOh my God. Good for me,â she whispered. âI have taste.â
Seungcheol sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist before lifting her up effortlessly. âAlright, thatâs enough pick-up lines for one nightâtime to go home.â
As he carried her out, Y/N continued mumbling to herself, still giggling. âMy husband is so hot. Iâm so lucky. I should kiss himââ
âLetâs wait until we get home, yeah?â
âWait, wait, waitââ she slurred, blinking at him with wide, glassy eyes.
He sighed, already knowing she was about to say something ridiculous. âWhat is it now, Y/N?â
âI just realized something super important,â she said dramatically, squeezing his cheeks so his lips puckered.
Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. âWhatâ?â
Before he could finish, Y/N smashed a big, exaggerated kiss on his cheek.
And then another.
And another.
The members, who had stepped outside to watch, exploded into laughter.
âOh my God, sheâs attacking him!â Seungkwan shrieked, doubling over.
âThis is amazing,â Hoshi gasped, pulling out his phone. âIâm never deleting this from my memory.â
"Wait, let me get the other sideâ" Y/N mumbled, twisting in Seungcheolâs hold to press a dozen more kisses all over his faceâhis forehead, his jaw, even the tip of his nose.
"Y/Nâ" Seungcheol tried to wriggle away, but she held onto him with an iron grip, giggling against his skin as she planted another kiss near his lips.
"Mmmwah!" she announced proudly, finally pulling back to admire her work.
Seungcheol, now thoroughly covered in bright red lipstick stains, groaned. âYouâre unbelievable.â
Y/N beamed. âNow everyone knows youâre mine,â she said smugly, her drunken logic making perfect sense in her mind.
Mingyu was dying of laughter. "Hyung, you look like you just came back from war."
"A romantic war," Vernon corrected.
"Wait, Y/N-ahâgive him one more on the forehead," Jeonghan encouraged.
Y/N, still giggling, leaned in and smacked a final kiss right in the center of Seungcheolâs forehead. "There! Now you look perfect!*"
He sighed, closing his eyes. "I am never picking you up from drinking again."
"Yes, you will," she whispered against his lips, grinning.
Seungcheol exhaled through his nose, his patience hanging on by a thread. "Letâs just go home before I leave you here."
As he carried her away, Y/N cuddled into his neck, still giggling. âYouâre so warm, my handsome husband.â
Seokmin wiped a tear from his eye. âThat was the most romantic thing Iâve ever witnessed.â
Seungkwan shook his head. âThat was the funniest thing Iâve ever witnessed.â
â
Seungcheol barely got Y/N out of the bar before she demandedânot asked, demandedâa piggyback ride.
âOppa! Give me a piggyback ride!!â she whined, stomping her foot like an impatient child.
Seungcheol, who was already sighing in exhaustion, turned to look at her. âY/N, youâre drunk.â
âAnd youâre strong!â she countered, grinning up at him. âSo be useful and carry your beautiful wife homeâcâmon, câmon!â
The members, who were still standing outside the bar, howled with laughter.
âI vote he does it,â Joshua said, crossing his arms. âItâs what a loving husband should do.â
âYeah, Ddaddu,â Jeonghan smirked. âDonât you love her?â
Seungcheol glared at them before looking back at Y/N, who was now fluttering her lashes at him dramatically. âPleaaase, oppa~â she cooed, tilting her head. âYou love me, right?â
Seungcheol exhaled sharply. âGet on before I change my mind.â
Before he could even bend down properly, Y/N jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. âYay!!â she cheered, nuzzling into him. âMy strong, handsome husband~â
Mingyu took his phone out. âOh, this is going on Instagram.â
âHyung, youâre the definition of whipped,â Seokmin teased.
âShut up,â Seungcheol muttered, adjusting Y/Nâs legs so she was secure. âIâm taking her home.â
As they walked off, Y/N swung her feet happily, her chin resting on Seungcheolâs shoulder. âYou smell nice~â she murmured.
Seungcheol rolled his eyes but softened. âAnd you smell like soju.â
âThatâs because Iâm a party girl, oppa.â
âYouâre a handful, is what you are.â
She giggled. âBut you love me~â
Seungcheol sighed but squeezed her thigh gently. âYeah. I love you. Now hold on tight before I really drop you.â
From behind them, they could still hear the members laughing.
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warnings: stalker!rafe but hes so cute and sweet about it hehe, fluffy, brief drinking, slut shaming (not by rafe), protective!rafe
rafe whips out his phone the second it beeps, the familiar chime that has kelce and topper rolling their eyes.
âdude, come on. if it's some dumb mobile game, we won't judge you.â topper says, wanting to know what draws rafe to his phone every so often, interrupting whatever it is they're doing to check it, staring intensely and hiding it away from their view.
âyeah man, i once spent $40 on candy crush, no judgement.â kelce says, and even rafe looks up to give him an incredulous look.
âit's nothing.â rafe hums, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
âwell, it's your stroke then man.â topper gestures down at the golf ball at rafes feet.
âyeah, yeah.â rafe nods, mind still elsewhere.
--
âfunny seeing you here, y/n.â rafe says with a grin, his arm swinging around your shoulder and tugging you into his side.
âoh my god, how do we keep ending up at the same places?â you laugh, stepping away from your friends that all look at you with a mix of jealousy and confusion, unsure why you can't see that rafe is so obviously into you.
âwell, i was craving something sweet.â rafe places a hand on his chest as he looks at you. âand i guess i found it.â
âso whatcha gonna order?â you ask, aware that the line is moving fast.
âchocolate cone, and you?â rafe already knows he's going to insist on paying for whatever it is you want from the ice cream shop.
âumâŚâ you tap your finger against your lips, rafes eyes staying on your mouth as you reply. âsprinkles flurry.â
âjust sprinkles?â rafe raises his eyebrows.
âyup.â you nod, popping the p.
âdamn, i really have found something sweet.â
--
âshit, shit, shit!â you squeal, looking at the deflated tire that you certainly can't drive on.
you groan as you pull your phone out of your pocket, not sure if you should call a tow truck at this hour of night or just a friend to pick you up.
before you can decide, your phone rings, your heart fluttering with relief when you see it's rafe.
âhey.â you answer quickly.Â
âhey.â you can hear the smile on rafes face. âjust had a feeling i should check on you. everything okay?â
âactually my car just got a flat out on old stoney road. is there any way you can come pick me up?â
you can instantly hear rafe shift and the jingle of keys. âim on my way, stay in your car.â
you do as rafe says, staying on the phone with him until he arrives, allowing him to pull you into a hug.
âill call a tow in the morning, okay?â rafes hand gently moves up and down your back as he leads you towards his truck.
âmkay.â you say thankfully, climbing into the passenger side. you look at rafe as he rounds the truck and gets into the driver's seat. âhow do you always know when i need you?â
âi guess you could say sixth sense.â rafe says with a soft smile.
--
rafe watches the blue dot move on his phone, watching it turn down streets and get closer and closer to his house.
rafe closes the app and shoves his phone in his pocket once he's sure.
he quickly tidies up his room, just in case he manages to get you into his bed.
rafe manages to hurry downstairs and open the door before you even knock, your eyebrows raising in surprise.
âhi rafe!â you say quickly.
âwhat's up darling?â he questions, leaning casually against the doorframe.
âwell-â you clear your throat. âyou always check on me, and i figured i should do the same for you.â you shrug.
âoh, how sweet.â rafe steps back so you can walk into tanneyhill, shutting the door behind you and making sure to lock it now that he has precious you inside.
rafes eyes are unashamedly on your ass as you walk further into the house. one day he'll make his move, but he's too into the chase.
--
âso how do you know tina?â you ask, taking a sip of your strawberry margarita. you thought you would hate a blind date, but the man sitting across from you actually isn't too bad so far.
âim friends with her brother.â joshua explains, leaning back in his chair and taking an aggressive gulp of his beer.
âahh, leroy.â you frown slightly at this. you've never been a fan of tinas family, considering her the only true good one out of the bunch.
you try not to let it affect you for the rest of the date, even though the thought is at the back of your mind during every awkward silence.
âwell i had a really good time.â you tell him, heading towards your car, purposely only having one drink along with your food so you could drive yourself home from the restaurant.
âi did too, darling.â the word coming from joshuas mouth makes your nose crinkle up, realizing how you only like it when rafe says it to you.
âill text you.â you take a step away, but joshua follows.
âdon't you wanna keep the good time going?â
âoh, umâŚâ you shake your head no. âit's not that i don't like you, but i don't do that on a first date.â
âreally?â joshua hums. âi figured you'd be a slut like tina.â
âexcuse-â you can't even finish your sentence before you feel his chest pressing into your back. his scent envelops you and you don't even have to turn around to know who has come to your rescue yet again.
âyou can go now.â rafe simply says before placing his hands on your shoulders, guiding you towards his truck.
âshit.â you take a deep breath as you climb into his passenger side. âthank god you're always here to save me.â
âmhm.â rafe starts up his truck, it's not even a discussion on whether or not he's taking you home.
âhow do you always know?â you question.
âdon't worry about it.â rafe says, reaching over to pat your thigh.
--
ârafe.â you hum out, stepping into the shade and leaving your friends behind to tan on the front of the large boat.
âwhat's up?â he sits up quickly, having been watching you the entire time, loving your new bikini that shows off even more skin.
âi found this weird app on my phone.â you open up the device and hand it to him. âyou're good with this stuff so.â you shrug, explaining why you're coming to him.
last time you had an issue with your screen brightness randomly turning up and down, and rafe fixed it for you.
âhm, just leave it.â rafe says, trying to keep his voice casual despite his nerves skyrocketing.
âare you sure?â you question. âit looks a little suspiciousâŚâ
âit's not, babe.â rafe throws your phone down, needing to find something to immediately distract you, knowing how your mind could spiral.Â
he whips his shirt off so he's in just his swim trunks. âwanna swim?â
--
location services are no longer transmitting. please redownload application. now showing last location.
âshit!â rafe groans. he honestly can't think of a worse notification to wake up to as he rushes out of bed, getting ready as quickly as he possibly can to jump into his truck.
rafe knocks on tinas door. he swears if her brother or joshua opens it he's going to freak out, his heart already pounding thinking about what you could be doing in there.
ârafe?â you question, surprised when he quickly tugs you into a tight hug.
âgod, im glad you're alright.â rafe sighs deeply, eyes flickering up to see tina watching the two of you in the doorway.
âwhat happened?â you question, pulling away to look at rafe, placing your hand on his cheek to bring his eyes back down to you.
âi-â rafe begins to explain himself when tina interrupts.
âi told you that app was sending your location. now we know who was on the other end.â
you take a step back from rafe, your mind slowly putting the pieces together.
âbaby, i can explain-â rafe looks like he's ready to drop to his knees and beg, but you instantly know that's not necessary.
âyou could have just asked.â you say with a small chuckle as rafe looks at you in confusion.
âyou could have just asked.â you say again. âfor my location. i would have given it to you without you having to be all sneaky.â
âim so sorry, i never should have done it without your permission.â rafe says as tina quietly slips away, realizing this isn't something she needs to be watching.
âi forgive you for all the times you saved me.âÂ
âso um⌠we're good?â rafe asks.
ânot quite.â rafe is ready to apologize a million times over when you place your hands on his shoulders and push up to your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.
it takes rafe a second to realize what is happening, and then his arms are around you, depending the kiss as he holds you tight to your body.
ânow we're good.â you giggle as you pull away.Â
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Heeeeey I was wondering if you could do SVT when they move in with you?
Hey!! So sorry for taking so long, we were quite packed with work (we're happily on a break rn!) Let us know if that's what you wanted!
Seventeen moving in with you

warnings: descriptions; headcanons; gn (mostly) reader self insert;
pairings: svt x gn reader
gender/aus: fluff; slightly suggestive
Scoups
He does not move in with you, instead, he'll make you live with him.
In the first weeks, he might have some difficulty adapting to someone else in his house (he won't say a thing though, even if you leave fingerprints on his flawless fridge surface or decide to keep your underwear in a drawer that's clearly for t-shirts). He just hates the idea of leaving you uncomfortable in what's supposed to be your house too now.
And then he'll see you cutely sleeping on your new shared bed every morning before going to work and all of that's forgotten. It's worth it anyway. Heâll look at you with the biggest dreamy eyes, taking in your carefree and slightly messy state and feel so at home - and suddenly thereâs nothing he wants to complain about.
As you lay your feet by the coffee table, Seungcheolâs eyes seem to widen, but he inhales deeply, trying not to think much about it. His skilful hands slowly snake around your legs, softly moving them to his own lap, patting the skin with a small grin. As you smile back at him, satisfied with the romantic gesture, he sighs lowly in relief, looking back and forth between you and the now free coffee table.
Jeonghan
Moves in with you after making you insist for months (he actually has been wanting that for a long while but wanted you to beg before he eventually did it).
The moment he steps into your now shared apartment, he'll feel instantly at home. So yes, he WILL absolutely take your things off their places to put his without any ceremony.
During the first weeks, he might play some tricks and pranks, hiding away your things just to have you looking around for them (he thinks it's adorable).
His total absolute weakness is when you cook. He gets giggly and happy and could admire you for hours while you cook in your kitchen, he's just a simp for the domesticity of it and loves that you're taking care of you both.
âHannie, have you seen my heart-shaped earrings? I couldâve sworn I left them in the dresser!â You look out carefully through the furniture, grabbing your hair in frustration and sighing.
âHeart-shaped earrings? I might have seen them somewhere, but I just canât remember whereâŚâ He smiles mischievously, admiring the way youâre leaning to search for them so exasperated as he fidgets with your earrings in his hand
Joshua:
Heâs the one who asks you to live with him during a special moment between you too - in a certain way, he was trying to be romantic, but he also really wanted to leave the dorms anyways (lol).
As soon as you both set in, he tries to show you exactly how he usually does things, so that you wonât be lost or confused (also because he just really has his own routine and habits and can be quite methodical :p)
Heâs got his own space in the house, full of plants, pottery, etc. Itâs where he usually goes when he wants some time to think - and yes, heâll totally encourage you to use it too or maybe set up your own little space.
Hear me out: SCENTED CANDLES. Those are his best friends, and heâll surely have one for each special moment. Youâre cooking together? Heâll light the tangerine and sandalwood one; Cuddling? Jasmine and vanilla; Making out? Pomegranate and red pepper coming right away.
Overall just loves being close to you on a daily basis so that he can take care of you and all your needs. Plus, he's sooo organized and clean. Everything is always in order and smelling good in your house.
âAre you good, darling?â He asks, seeing you curled up on the couch.
âJust migrainesâŚâ You shrug it off. Joshua looks at you worried, but also full of determination to help you.
âHey, Iâve seen this new massage method for that, let me take care of youâŚâ He says before pulling you closer with the most tender smile. âI can make you some tea too.â
Jun:
Heâll be slightly confused during the first weeks. The first time he sees underwear thatâs not his in the dryer, he might go â?â for a couple of seconds before letting out a âAhh, true, trueâ with a relieved sigh and a small smile, going back to whatever he was doing.
Will absolutely take some souvenirs and small memoirs from the sets of his dramas and movies to your house, displaying them proudly - and as you start setting in, heâll cautiously ask if you donât want to display some things from your own hobbies as well, just to make sure youâre also feeling at home.Â
Jun will absolutely cook a whole home-made dinner the day you move in with him. Just the two of you, the boxes of your belongings all around and a boiling bowl on the dinner table as he eyes you expectantly and adoringly, waiting for you to taste the food he took so effort on, even if he wonât exactly admit that.Â
â The recipe kind of asked for green onions, but I didnât put them inâŚâ He shrugs, tasting the stew while giving you a side glance, as if waiting for your reaction.
âOh, because I donât like them? You remembered it?â You ask back, smiling thankfully as Junâs eyes light up, half pride and half loving.
âOf course, since Iâll be cooking for you a lot more from now onâŚâ
Hoshi:
His eyes will literally sparkle the moment you mention anything remotely close to âliving togetherâ and then thatâll literally turn into his life mission. Heâll come up with this all the time until you finally decide to move in with him (heâll be so enthusiastic when that day comes).
Like, what do you mean heâll be able to annoy you and banter with you 24/7? Thatâs a âyesâ for him, thank you very much. He also just likes the concept of seeing you in all natural states possible way too much.Â
Similar to Jeonghan, he will also be very comfortable with the situation the moment you set in. His brain wonât take much to process that now your things are also his and his things are also yours, so he will be using and touching whatever he sees through the house as if itâs always been there in the first place.
One of his favorite things to do will be definitely coming up with a speaking voice for his dog, using it to communicate with you playfully when he wants something.
âOh someoneâs in a bad mood, right dad?â Hoshi coos, holding poor Latte on the level of his head, facing you.
âReally, Soonyoung, this is not the time to play around.â You answer, trying to remain serious.
âBut mom, dad swears he didnât do it on purpose when he forgot to separate the colored and white clothes on the washing machine!â He whines again in a high-pitch voice, shaking Latte slightly
âDamnâŚFine, but just because youâre way too cuteâŚâ You mutter, sighing and scooting closer. Hoshi hands Latte in your direction, expecting her to lick your face, but you surprise him as you dodge the dog, going straight for his own lips.
Wonwoo:
Youâll be the first one to suggest moving in, but it isnât as if he hadnât already thought about the idea. Quite a lot, actually.
Wonwoo might worry to get you extremely comfortable in his home, knowing that his own habits might not be the most fit for you, but still trying to accommodate your own routines together. Heâll constantly ask you if you need anything before he dozes off to his room to play, and heâll make sure he organizes his stuff properly before you move in so that youâll have a lot of space to junk your stuff in.
Despite being slightly nervous when you first started moving in, in a few weeks he will realize that really, itâs all fine. Youâll be in the living room doing whatever it is that you want while he games the evening away, and thatâll take much less to worry than he previously thought it would.
âWhat about ordering some pizza?â You suggest, head laying on Wonwooâs lap, eyes not leaving the sight of the book in your hands. You sense your boyfriend adjusting himself slightly before answering, his eyes not leaving his own book either.
âSounds good to me. Iâll get it delivered for us.â He mutters, finally closing his book to grab his phone, taking a quick glance at your focused look below him, a soft smile threatening to break on his lips as he sighs in contentment.
Woozi:
The second you accept moving in with him, heâll be arranging space in his indoor gym for you to put whatever you want in there; after all, if heâs not working, heâll probably be working out in there, and heâd love to have you in the same room, doing what fits you best.
Despites that, heâll make sure that you both have your two separate spaces in the house; maybe different bathrooms and different wardrobes. The thing is, heâs so busy, and his things can get dirty, but he doesnât want to burden you with that. Solution? He dirties his own bathroom, and you can enjoy your own clean and pretty one.
I also feel like he might have a very minimalistic, and empty place, not much furnished or decorated, so heâll love it when you start making yourself at home, hanging over small decorations or pictures on the wall. Itâll make him feel more cozy, and surrounded by you.
During the first days, he might be making some jokes and puns about you living together with him, but during the second week heâll be already used to it as if you guys have been living together for years now.Â
âBabe, can you get me my headphones in my bedroom?â He asks cautiously as he sees you moving in that direction, before cracking up a small smile in realization âOops, I mean our bedroomâ. You nod, leaving the room, listening to him chuckling softly by himself at his own little comment.
DK:
Heâs so thrilled by the idea of living together he might as well just move to your house, plus, he doesnât want you to pass through the burden of having to move all your stuff.
Literally sooo excited about it, heâs another one to cook you a âwelcome to the living-together lifeâ dinner, as he clumsily adjusts himself to the placement of things in your kitchen. Heâll bump into some stuff and search for utensils he literally just placed away before smiling sheepishly at you, promising that dinnerâs going to be ready as soon as he gets to understand your kitchenâs layout.Â
In the first days, heâll be so cautious not to disrupt the organization of your house, always asking whether he can set his things where he wants to, or asking politely where do you keep the toilet paper, or the cleaning supplies.
But heâll soon have your whole house all mapped out in his mind, and as soon as you realize, youâll be the one asking him where the things are (lol).
Heâll take sooo good care of your shared house. Heâll preserve it and happily do the chores, knowing that heâs simply letting your own little space more cozy for you both to enjoy.Â
âHey, love, sorry to ask againâŚbut can I use that smaller pan thatâs in the oven?â He shyly asks, hoping to cook you both a meal.
âDokyeom, for godâs sake, itâs your house too. Of course you can use it.â You smile back at him, trying to reassure him for the nth time this week.Â
âOh, thatâs trueâŚâ He chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush to the sound of your words âI keep on forgetting thatâ
Mingyu:
Heâd happily move in with you, but you decide to go to his house and he just accepts it. Be prepared not to move an inch during moving day - heâll carry all your boxes, suitcases and basically anything you want to shove into his apartment.Â
Mingyu will also help you place every single one of your belongings, making sure that you get to decide where you want your things to be, but at the same time having some control over the changes in his own space. Heâll explain to you where things are so thoroughly that youâll never have trouble finding anything.
Heâs very likely to have a sappy moment while glancing at your toothbrushes together by the sink, internally loving the way your personal belongings are now sharing the same space (and so are you!)
âOkay, letâs order something to eat, babyâ He sits down exhausted, sweating slightly after spending the whole day unpacking your stuff around.
âOh, but I thought you wouldâŚcook for us. Like you always do.â You admit shyly, naturally expecting your top-chef boyfriend to serve you your very first domestic scene together.
âI will, baby, everyday, donât worry about that.â He winks playfully. âBut today Iâm spentâŚâ He sighs and you laugh softly, appreciating Mingyuâs pouty face.
Minghao:
I feel like Minghao is likely to ask you both to move together, so that you two can decide where you want to live, how the apartment will look like, how to organize it, etc.
And heâll have MANY opinions, donât doubt it. Minghao wants his home to look like a home, to display both yours and his personality on the walls (and if it depends on him, your apartment is going to be super sophisticated and elegant, damn you for being so aesthetically aware Xu Minghao!)
Heâs also very organized and totally in favor of you having your own personal spaces to unwind.Â
One of his favorite things about living together is getting to share his quiet hobbies with someone else, more specifically things that he could do by himself, but that could be much more pleasant if you were by his side - such as having tea ceremonies, painting, reading or just watching a movie.
âDarling, Iâm going to meditate for a while, so if you could turn the TV volume down a little, pleaseâŚâ He asks politely, head peeking at the bedroom door frame. As you nod readily, Minghao stops to think a little, looking at you again with a gentle smile. âActually, would you like to join me?â
Seungkwan:
If he's the one moving in with you, he'll judge the way you do things in your house (like what do you mean you keep your underwear in the second drawer of the dresser!? everyone knows it's supposed to be kept on the first one!), but if you move in with him, he'll carefully show you all around as if it was a big tour or a tutorial of 'how to live in here' - which might be totally cuteÂ
Will totally make you watch sports with him. It doesn't matter if it's the most obscure sports team playing the most random sport you've ever seen, he'll watch it (and so will you!).
He'll try to explain to you how the game works, but at any hints of questions or doubts he'll either 1- explain to you overly-dramatically as if you were a five y.o or 2- say "nevermind, sweetie, you'll understand it better as the match goes on"
âBut Seungkwan....I already know your house, I've been here countless times!â You mutter as he keeps on making a sort of MCing voice to present every corner of his apartment to you.Â
â sHUT UP, so, here's where we keep the toilet paperâŚâ
Vernon:
Guy's a little messy, so when you finally move into his place, he'll try to tone it down for a while. He won't necessarily clean up everything, but he'll probably refrain from, I don't know, leaving his wet towel in the bed. For your sake, at least.
Hansol's said to make tons of online shopping and not even opening them when they arrive, only stocking numerous boxes of trinkets. Well, hear me out, his love language is that when you start living with him, he'll start online shopping for you too! He found something cute online? Totally buying it for you. Don't get too excited though, you'll never see those presents, because as soon as they arrive, they're going to the long pile of unopened deliveries (he probably won't even remember that he bought anything in the first place, but the thought still counts, right?)
I just feel like he also would like to have his own space, even if you're living together, so it won't be strange if you spend the whole afternoon in the bedroom and him in the living room, doing your own things.....but yeah, he will be down to cuddling given the chance, no need to ask twice
âSollie, whatâs thisâŚ?â You carefully shake one of the dozens of boxes in your living room.Â
âHmâŚâ He ponders. âIt might either be a Sponge Bob cutlery set or a pair of flip flops. Not sure.â Hansol murmurs, a little pensative. You roll your eyes, opening the box impatiently only to be surprised by a beautiful and seemingly expensive perfume kit. âOh, yep, thatâs for you.â He smiles softly, taking in the gift he bought a couple of months ago, and had totally forgotten about.
Dino:
Heâs so happy and excited about it, you literally have to stop and tell him that you canât actually move in together at the spot, but actually plan and organize this stuff.
Chan might just want to get a completely new place for you both. A space thatâll truly be new and fully yours.Â
Heâll totally let you decide on most things regarding the new place. Not because he doesnât care, or because he doesnât want to work on it, but because he actually wants the whole place to be filled with you and your taste. So yes, just decide it and heâll make it work.
You will be spoiled. If you ever mention that you like a specific snack, or a fruit, or any type of beverage, youâll wake up to a fridge dramatically filled with it the next day.Â
Itâll only dawn on him that youâre actually living together when he sees you doing something incredibly domestic like cleaning something or walking around in your loungewear, and then his heart WILL flutter, believe me.Â
âWoah⌠I must be really lucky.â He mutters to himself while lazily lying on the couch, seeing you walk around the apartment in your pajamas.
âWhat did you say?â You call out from the other room.
âNothing!â Chan calls out back, smiling sheepishly. âHey! You know we moved in together to spend more time with each other, right? Youâll leave me all by myself all day?â He whines playfully, but with a hint of sincerity as you chuckle to yourself, quickly heading back to your clingy boyfriend in the living room.Â
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for a moment, you don't remember where you are. the way your head is throbbing makes you wince, the slight nausea hitting you all at once all over again. one minute you were standing in the kitchen... and the next, seungcheol had walked you to his room. you remember squinting at him in the low light as he stood in the hallway, waiting until you had laid down to close the door and go back to... whatever it was he was doing. socializing? probably socializing. you can still hear music from whatever playlist soonyoung threw together with the others, and for a moment it almost feels like the bass thumps in time with your migraine.
then you blink, and realize that mingyu's crouched by the bed. his head is resting atop his arms, and he's looking at you just as adoringly as he always does. "good morning, sleeping beauty," he teases you gently, moving to sit atop the mattress now that you're awake. "cheol said you weren't feeling well."
slowly, you begin to piece together the evening again. right. party with mingyu's friends... and he'd left your side to go do a round of karaoke with seungkwan when challenged. you'd already been feeling off then, the pressure beginning to build up as your "small headache" escalated further. you'd stepped into seungcheol's small backyard for a moment, just to try and get a little space to sit and breathe and hope that your headache wasn't turning into a migraine. and then... seungcheol found you.
("my room is the farthest away, so the noise shouldn't bother you." was what he told you, offering a hand to help you up. "you can go rest there. mingyu told me you're prone to migraines..." and he frowned as you took his hand, letting him pull you back to your feet. he's almost like a doting father as he pauses, checking you over with a concerned look in his eyes. "wait... do you need medicine? i think jeonghan keeps us well stocked... but joshua might have something hidden away, too. i'd have to ask...")
it was sweet. when mingyu slowly introduced you to his wide, wide circle of friends (some of which aren't even here tonight, otherwise seungcheol's home would really be packed), they'd taken to you like a second family--especially when they saw how serious mingyu was about you.
("he's... silly when he's with you," seokmin told you once, eyes crinkling a little as he smiled. "i think that's how we all knew.")
"i checked on you a little earlier," mingyu says, the back of his palm pressing against your forehead, just in case. "but you were asleep, so i thought i'd let you rest a little longer before we left."
"we don't have to--"
he shakes his head. "i don't like leaving you alone," he says quietly. "and... i think my friends would kill me if i stayed down there all night when you feel this bad. seungkwan was going to beat me up for letting you sleep an extra ten minutes," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "can you walk?"
snorting a little in laughter makes your head hurt worse, but you can't help it. not when mingyu's this earnest with you. "yes, prince charming, i can still walk. it's not that bad." you move to the edge of the bed, pushing yourself up. for a moment, you sway just a little, the sleepiness still weighing your limbs, but you turn to him with a little flare as if to say see? just fine.
he shrugs off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders before slipping his hand into your own. "then let's go home."
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ok... so i've seen your amazing college fling works for seungcheol, jeonghan, and joshua.... but what about one for hoshi đđ
ONCE AGAIN I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
WARNINGS: freshmen!hoshi, late night practices, burn-out, shyness, sunbae!reader, fluff, a lil bit of angst.
WC: 2.8k of this... judge me đŁneeded to divide this into parts...
part 1 / part 2
college fling!hoshi that you clocked that he was a freshman by the very moment he stepped into the dance practice room. it started with the smell, honestly. freshman reekâlike nervous sweat and too much axe body spray, paired with the faintest whiff of fear. baggy-ass hoodie that practically swallowed his arms, hands shoved deep in his pockets like theyâd get fined if they came out, sneakers so new they squeaked against the gym floor. he looked young. not in a bad way, just in that âiâm not used to being left unsupervisedâ way.
he stood in the doorway like he didnât know what to do with himself. everyone else was stretching, pulling their limbs into shapes human joints probably werenât meant for, and there he was, swaying on the balls of his feet like a kid waiting to ask if they could borrow a crayon.
âyou lost?â you called out, not even looking up from where you were sitting, tying your shoelaces.
âhuh? n-no, iâm, uhâthis is intro to hip-hop?â
the way he said it like a question had you biting back a grin. âyeah, youâre in the right place. câmon in before the instructor roasts your ass for lurking.â
he shuffled in, taking a spot in the back corner like he was hoping no one would notice him. âi'm invisible if i stand still enoughâ, he thinks. but of course, everyone noticed him. new kid energy was impossible to ignore, and to top it off, he had that awkwardly cute thing going on. messy bangs falling into his eyes, face pink like he was one awkward comment away from combusting. his eyes, wide and curious, darting around like he was mentally cataloging every single thing in the room.
âyou got a name, freshman?â you asked, leaning back on your hands as you watched him.
he blinked, like he didnât realize you were still talking to him. âoh, uh, hoshi. i mean, soonyoung. but people call me hoshi.â
âcool. you dance before, hoshi?â
âalright, new guy!â the prof clapped his hands, dragging everyoneâs attention. âshow us a little freestyle! don't be shy...â
college fling!hoshi who freezes mid-blink, still thinking about your question. clutching his backpack straps so hard you thought they might snap. he turned to you, wide-eyed and panicked, like you could save him from the impending doom.
ârelax,â you whispered, stepping closer, your voice low enough that only he could hear. âyou do this and sunbaeâs buying you dinner. whatever you want. ramen, fried chicken, you name it.â
he blinked, like the concept of being spoiled by you was enough to short-circuit his brain, but there was something there. a spark. like maybe he didnât wanna flop in front of you.
âokay,â he mumbled, and you gave him a grin that could probably power a small city.
âattaboy,â you said, patting his shoulder as you turned back to the class.
by the end of the first class, heâd loosened up a bitâmostly because the instructor made everyone run through improv drills, and there was no room for shyness when you were flailing around to some experimental old-school rap track. you caught him sneaking glances at you when he thought you werenât looking.
college fling!hoshi who finally zipped up his backpack after what felt like an eternity, stood up, and immediately knocked over a water bottle with his foot. he muttered a quick, shy âsorry,â barely glancing at the offended plastic, and shuffled toward you. his shoulders were stiff, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack like they were the only things tethering him to this earth. you gave him a once-over, your phone in one hand, and a smirk playing at your lips. âyou survived,â you said casually, and his grin was so tiny you almost missed it.
college fling!hoshi who started walking alongside you, a little too close like he didnât know how to pace himself yet. every few steps, his elbow brushed yours, and heâd shift just enough to make it obvious he noticed. you didnât say anythingâjust side-eyed him with a teasing smile that had his ears turning red.
college fling!hoshi who paused outside the building with you, his fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his sleeve as he asked, âso, uh⌠what do you like to eat?â his voice was barely louder than the passing breeze. you raised an eyebrow at him, tucking your phone into your pocket. âyouâre really gonna let me pick, huh?â he nodded, determined, even as he shuffled his feet. âyou said youâd spoil me,â he countered, and for the first time, there was a flicker of sass in his tone. you liked it.
college fling!hoshi who almost tripped on his untied shoelace when you said youâd pick a place, his backpack slipping off one shoulder as he bent down to fix it. he was mumbling something about bad luck when you crouched beside him, yanking the lace from his hands and tying it with a quick knot. âyouâre gonna kill yourself before dinner at this rate,â you said, and the way he stared at youâwide-eyed, lips partedâmade it feel like youâd just handed him the keys to the kingdom.
college fling!hoshi who sat across from you at the tiny chicken shop, looking at the menu like it was a math test. âitâs just chicken, dude,â you teased, propping your chin in your hand. he fumbled with the laminated page, finally blurting, âbut what if I pick something too spicy?â you laughed, shaking your head. âokay, rookie, let me help you out.â you ended up ordering for both of you, and when the dish came, his eyes lit up.
college fling!hoshi who distractly puts too much sauce on his chicken wing and doesnât notice because he was too busy grinning at your stories. âwait, waitâso you fell during a performance?â he asked, the sauce at the corner of his mouth. you groaned, throwing a napkin at him. âit wasnât just a fall, okay? it was a crash,â you admitted, and his laugh was so loud the couple at the next table glanced over. âstop making fun of me or Iâll make you pay,â you threatened, and his face instantly sobered. âwait, what?â
college fling!hoshi who insisted on paying despite your earlier threats. he pulled out his wallet like it was some grand declaration of independence, only to hesitate when he realized he didnât have enough cash. âumâŚâ he started, cheeks burning. you rolled your eyes and handed your card to the cashier before he could protest. ârookie rule number one,â you said smugly, âalways check your wallet before acting like a big shot.â he muttered something about repaying you, and you just laughed, nudging him toward the door.
college fling!hoshi who got lost again on the way back to his dorm, despite the fact that heâd been living there for a week. âare you serious right now?â you asked, watching him squint at the campus map on his phone. he scratched the back of his head, mumbling, âit all kinda looks the same at night.â sighing, you grabbed his phone, pulled up the map yourself, and started walking. âcome on, hoshi-ya youâre hopeless.â
college fling!hoshi who walked beside you, hands in his pockets, quietly humming a tune you didnât recognize. âwhatâs that?â you asked, tilting your head toward him. his eyes widened like heâd been caught. âoh, uh, just something I made up,â he admittedquietly. you stopped in your tracks, turning to him with a grin. âwait, you write music?â he shrugged, suddenly bashful. âa little⌠itâs not a big deal.â you nudged him with your shoulder. ânah, thatâs cool as hell. show me sometime?â
college fling!hoshi who hesitated outside his dorm door, hand hovering over the handle. âthanks for⌠you know, today,â he said, glancing at you shyly. âand dinner.â you smirked, crossing your arms. âyou earned it, rookie. but next time, youâre paying.â his smile stretched wide, and for a moment, he just stood there, like he didnât want to go in. finally, he nodded, fumbling with the key. âgoodnight, sunbae,â he said softly, and you had to resist the urge to ruffle his hair as you turned to leave.
college fling!hoshi who always trails behind you, holding onto the strap of your backpack like a lost puppy. âyouâre gonna rip it, you know,â you tell him, but he just grins and tightens his grip. âyouâre my sunbae. gotta make sure I donât lose you.â itâs so dumb and cheesy that you flick his forehead, but your chest feels warmer anyway.
college fling!hoshi who managed to charm his way into your friend group like heâd been there all along. one of your music department friends spotted him loitering outside your lecture hall and asked, âis that the guy youâve been dragging around campus?â you rolled your eyes, but hoshi smiled like heâd just won an award. âthatâs me!â he said proudly, and somehow by the end of the conversation, they were swapping playlist recommendations.
college fling!hoshi who shows up at your dorm one night with a bruised knee and a sheepish smile. âi tripped during practice,â he admits, wincing as you drag him inside. âtripped or collapsed?â you demand, pointing at the ice pack in his hands. he shrugs, trying to play it off, but youâre already crouched in front of him, scolding him as you press the ice to his knee. âyou should stop, sunbae its worried about you.â you mutter, and when he mumbles, âiâll be fine,â you glare at him until he mutters an apology instead.
college fling!hoshi who gets into his first real argument with you after you find him practicing in an empty studio way past midnight. âwhat the hell are you doing?â you snap, flipping on the lights to find him mid-spin, sweat dripping down his face. âjust a bit more,â he protests, breathless. âi need to get this routine perfect.â but youâre not having it. âperfect doesnât matter if youâre too dead to perform, hoshi!â he flinches, wide-eyed, but you donât stop. âyou canât keep pushing yourself like this. stop before you break something.â he looks at you, frustrated, and finally, he slumps onto the floor, whispering, âsorry, sunbae.â
college fling!hoshi who randomly shows up with snacks between your classes. âfigured youâd be hungry,â he says, handing you a convenience store bag. you peek insideâyour favorite drink and a pack of cookies. âdidnât know you were trying to bribe me,â you tease, taking a bite. âis it working?â he asks, grinning, and when you give him a thumbs-up, he beams like a kid on christmas morning.
college fling!hoshi who ends up crashing at your dorm after a long night of studying. heâs sprawled on your bed, one arm thrown over his face, while you sit cross-legged on the floor, typing away at your laptop. âyouâre gonna fail if you donât actually read the material,â you say, glancing up. he groans, rolling onto his side. âthen iâll just ask you to tutor me again,â he says, smirking, and you chuck a pillow at his head.
college fling!hoshi who catches you off-guard one day by slipping his jacket over your shoulders during a chilly walk across campus. âyou looked cold,â he says simply, his voice softer than usual. you pull the fabric tighter around you, the faint scent of him lingering on it, and when you glance at him, heâs pretending to be super interested in a tree. âthanks,â you say quietly, and he shrugs, his ears turning pink as he mutters, âanytime, sunbae.â
college fling!hoshi who came back one day to the practice room after a late practice, two cans of soda in hand, humming to himself. âsunbae, I gotââ his voice cut off when he saw you slouched on the floor, one hand clutching your forehead. ây/n?â he rushed over, dropping the sodas with a dull clunk. crouching in front of you, his voice softened. âwhatâs wrong? are you okay?â you waved him off weakly. âjust tired. itâs nothing.â but he didnât buy it for a second.
college fling!hoshi who gently pried your hand away from your forehead, his fingers brushing against yours. âyouâre burning up,â he said, his brow furrowing. âwhy didnât you say anything?â you tried to sit up straighter, shrugging like it wasnât a big deal. âitâs fine, really. just pushed too hard today.â his expression tightened. âthis isnât fine, y/n. you shouldnât have kept going if you felt like this.â
college fling!hoshi who helped you lean back against the mirror. âstay still, okay?â he murmured, crouching next to you. you gave him a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. âyouâre acting like Iâm dying, hoshi.â he didnât laugh, his lips pressing into a thin line. âdonât joke about that,â he said quietly, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of improvement.
college fling!hoshi who let you rest your head against his shoulder when you slumped forward again. âhere, like this,â he said softly, adjusting so you were cradled in his arms. his hands were steady, one supporting your back and the other brushing a strand of hair out of your face. âjust relax. youâre safe.â he started gently blowing on your face, the cool air soothing your heated skin. âbetter?â he whispered, his voice close enough to send a strange flutter through your chest.
college fling!hoshi who stayed with you until you could sit up on your own again, his arm still lingering behind your back just in case. âyou scared me,â he admitted, his voice quieter than youâd ever heard it. âi thought⌠what if something happened and I wasnât here?â you blinked up at him, guilt bubbling in your stomach. âsorry,â you muttered. his hand found yours, squeezing it gently. âjust donât do it again, okay? i mean it, you always scold me for practicing too late...â
college fling!hoshi who refused to let you walk home by yourself, no matter how many times you insisted you were fine. ânope, not happening,â he said firmly, slipping your bag over his shoulder along with his own. âif you collapse halfway there, what am I supposed to do? carry you like a princess?â you snorted, but the teasing tone in his voice couldnât hide the worry in his eyes.
âyou know, I could really get used to you carrying me around,â you said, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. he raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. âoh, really?â he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âyeah,â you said, deadpan, âI mean, who wouldnât want a cute guy carrying them everywhere?â
college fling!hoshi who, despite the teasing tone in your voice, caught that little glint in your eye. âalright, then,â he said, voice suddenly serious, as he paused in front of you. âcome here.â without waiting for a response, he slid his arms under your knees and around your back. you yelped in surprise, but before you could protest, he had you lifted off the ground like you were weightless. âyou wanted it, right?â he said with a grin, carrying you like it was nothing. ânot a word out of you until we get to your dorm.â
âyouâre a natural at this,â you teased, your chin resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him. âyeah, well, someoneâs gotta keep you from passing out on me,â he muttered, but his cheeks were flushed, and his hands felt like they were holding you just a bit too tightly. âthis isnât bad,â you added with a smirk, âmaybe Iâll start making demands. like, no more walking for me from now on.â
he blushed at your joke but didnât miss a beat. âyou sure about that?â he asked, glancing down at you with a sly smile. you nodded, playing along. âdefinitely. Iâm a princess now. Iâll need snacks, water, a blanket... and donât forget the back rubs.â hoshi shook his head, clearly trying to hide his amusement. âIâm pretty sure youâre taking this way too far, but okay,â he said, adjusting his grip on you. âI can do all that...â
âdeal. but only if you donât drop me halfway there,â you teased. hoshiâs grip tightened, his voice lowering a little. âIâll never drop you, sunbae.â
college fling!hoshi who made it to your dorm room, still carrying you as if it was the most normal thing in the world. âI shouldâve known youâd enjoy this,â he said, shaking his head as he set you down on your bed. âenjoy what?â you asked innocently, grinning up at him. âthis whole âbeing carried aroundâ thing,â he said, still laughing a little. you shrugged dramatically.
college fling!hoshi who would come up to you after class, always fussing over youâwas your shoulder okay? did you stretch enough? how was your lunch? youâd always brush it off, sulking a little at the way he took care of you like it was his full-time job.
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we both đ joshua x reader.
you're stuck in a car with a beautiful boy, your glorious history, and eight hours of road. what else is there to do but talk about the deepest of truths?
đ pairing. exes!joshua x reader. đ word count. 12.9k. đ genres. romance, friendship, light angst. đ includes. mentions of food, death; cussing/swearing. alternate universe: non-idol; joshua is a marine biologist. bad-at-being-exes/exes to ???, breakup dynamics, road trip shenanigans, dialogue heavy. loosely based on a musical (title lifted from there, too), synopsis references richard siken's you are jeff. one scene parallels tlfy's goodbye until tomorrow / i could never rescue you. đ footnotes. when i joined caratblr, @chugging-antiseptic-dye was the very first friend i made. i would not have it any other way. a: i will adore you for as long as there are waves pulling to the shore. shubho jonmodin âšđš much gratitude to my beta readers: @heartepub for her eye, @chanranghaeys for her wit, and @lovetaroandtaemin for her kindness. my masterlist đľ when i am with you (i am real)
You find him in his elementâknee-deep in saltwater, sleeves rolled up, clipboard tucked precariously under one arm as he gestures toward a tank brimming with juvenile stingrays.Â
You wait behind the glass where the public is meant to stay. Leaning against the railing, you watch him without meaning to. It used to be that this was your favorite version of him: ocean-brained and utterly focused, calm in a way most people arenât allowed to be in their everyday lives. It still is, you suppose, though now thereâs a knot of something bittersweet twisted through the feeling.
Itâs been five months since the breakup.
Two months since you moved most of your things out of the apartment. And four days since you both agreed that, yes, you still needed to drive down the coast and meet with the landlady to finalize the lease termination in person.Â
She doesnât do email. She barely does phones. Youâd considered cancelling, asking a friend to go in your place, but the truth is: the car is his, the rent is in both your names, and the landlady likes you best.
So here you are.
Joshuaâs hair is darker than you remember, still damp from a rinse or maybe the ocean itself, curling slightly where it clings to his neck. His voice carries over the burble of pumps and the low hum of fluorescent lights.Â
Heâs explaining something to a group of interns. Something about migration patterns and how the moon affects spawning cycles. You canât hear the details, but you recognize the rhythm of his teaching voice, the way he softens facts with metaphors, how his hands move like punctuation marks.
When Joshua finally steps out from behind the staff door, he looks surprised to see you already waiting. He does that thing. That thing, with his eyes and browsâan upward arch, a spark of recognition beneath the doe-like brown.Â
âHey,â he says, wiping his hands on his khaki pants. He doesn't hug you, doesn't reach out, but his smile is familiar. A little tired. A little sad. âYou came early.â
You shrug. âWas in the area. Figured I'd save you a text.â
He nods, like that makes sense, like thereâs no undercurrent tugging beneath the ease of it. Like this isnât the first time you're seeing each other outside of grocery store collisions or terse text threads about forwarding addresses.
âCarâs in the back lot,â he says. âI just need to clean up. Shouldnât take more than a minute.âÂ
You follow him down a hallway that smells like seawater and bleach. He walks ahead, and you let your eyes fall to the way his shoulders move, broad and careful. You still know the shape of them beneath your palms. You wonder if he still sleeps on the right side of the bed, if he still keeps his entire body under the covers because heâs scared something will pull at his feet while heâs asleep.Â
Itâs going to be a long drive.
You both know it. Neither of you says a word about it.
Joshuaâs office is tucked just off the wet lab, behind a sliding glass door smudged with fingerprints and the unmistakable trail of saltwater. You slip inside while he ducks into the locker room to change, the lingering scent of ocean and coffee grounds curling in the air.Â
Itâs a cluttered little box of a roomâpapers stacked like tiny towers, annotated marine maps tacked to the walls, a few photos of past dives and coral surveys pinned up like trophies. Thereâs even a Polaroid of the two of you on the shelf beside his monitor, buried halfway behind a half-drunk bottle of electrolyte water.
You donât move it. But you donât look away either.
âHey, stranger.â
You blink, turning toward the voice. Seokminâs already grinning at you, his damp curls flattened beneath a backward cap, a towel slung around his neck. Behind him, Jeonghan lounges in the doorway with all the idle elegance of someone whoâs been doing absolutely nothing for the past hour.
âHi, Seokmin,â you say, mustering a polite smile. âJeonghan.â
Seokmin bounds in with too much energy for someone whoâs allegedly been tagging sea turtles since 4 a.m. âWow, itâs been a while. You look great. Seriously. Like, breakup glow-up levels of great.â
You blink, startled. âThanks?â
Jeonghanâs mouth twitches like heâs holding back a laugh. He doesnât say anything right awayâjust folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head, like heâs studying you. You donât like it. That look. Like he knows something you donât. Like maybe he knows everything.
Youâd been friends with them once, although it was probably more out of association than anything. They were Joshuaâs co-workers. You were the girl he brought to company events; the wallpaper of his phone once you got past the lockscreen of Dolphy the dolphin leaping into the air.Â
When you and Joshua broke up, you figured you might never see the duo again. Until now, that is.Â
âAre you two really going to drive all the way to the coast together?â Jeonghan asks, voice light. âSounds... cozy.â
âWeâre saving gas,â you say. Too quickly. âAnd rent affairs donât settle themselves.â
Seokmin nods far too earnestly, eyes wide with some strange sympathy. âRight, totally. Very environmentally conscious. Thatâs great,â he babbles. âAnd practical. Andâwow, honestly, I just think itâs so mature of you both.â
You glance at Jeonghan, but heâs looking at you like he can read between every word. Your mouth goes dry.
âItâs not like weâre sharing a hotel room or anything,â you add, heat prickling your neck.
âOf course,â Jeonghan says, a little too smoothly. âOf course not.â
You open your mouth to say somethingâwhat exactly, youâre not sureâbut the locker room door swings open, and Joshua steps out, shrugging a hoodie over his shoulders. His hair is still damp from the shower, and heâs wearing that faded t-shirt you used to sleep in on cold nights. Itâs the smallest detail, and it punches the air from your lungs.
âGuys,â he calls, eyes flicking to his friends, then to you. âAre you hounding her already?â
âNever,â Seokmin says, scandalized.
âWe were just saying she looks great,â Jeonghan adds innocently. âGlowing, really.â
Joshua rolls his eyes and crosses the room, not bothering to hide the way his hand brushes the small of your back as he stops beside you. Itâs not quite possessive, not quite apologetic. Itâs almost like a habit, even, and that somehow makes it infinitely worse.Â
âYou ready?â he asks.
You nod, stepping away from Seokminâs saccharine smile and Jeonghanâs knowing smirk. âReady.â
Joshua gives his workmates one last look. âTry not to make it weird next time.â
âNo promises,â Jeonghan calls.
You donât look back. You can still feel their stares long after the office door swings shut behind you.
The walk to the parking lot isnât awkward, not really, but it sits heavy on your shoulders like a coat you forgot you were wearing. Joshua doesnât fill the silence with small talk the way he used to. Youâre grateful and uneasy about that in equal measure.
When you reach the car, itâs like stepping into a memory. The same beat-up Hyundai with the faded blue paint and the bumper sticker that says, Protect Our Oceansâ slightly peeling at the edges now, with the art faded. The salt air and the sun hasnât been kind to it, but it runs fine. Always has. You remember that stupid sticker because you bought it at an aquarium gift shop on a whim, and Joshua had kissed you breathless when you slapped it onto his car without asking.
He unlocks the doors and, like always, walks around to open the passenger side for you.
You blink at him. âStill doing that, huh?â
Joshua glances up at you, a wry little smile playing on his lips. âMuscle memory.â
âChivalry,â you correct, sliding into the seat. âOr remorse. One of those.â
He huffs a soft laugh and closes the door behind you.
Inside, the car smells the sameâlike lemon air freshener and something slightly sulfury. His dashboard is still cluttered with receipts and paper coffee cups. Thereâs a pair of sunglasses perched haphazardly on the dash. One of the little rubber sea creature figurines you used to collect is still wedged in the air vent.
You reach out and flick the tiny plastic octopus. âWow. Canât believe you still have this. I figured youâd Marie Kondo everything I left behind.â
Joshua settles into the driverâs seat, buckling in. âIt didnât spark rage, so I kept it.â
You snort. âI think youâre misusing the philosophy.â
The GPS clicks on, a familiar robotic voice announcing the route. Estimated time to destination: eight hours and seventeen minutes.
You glance at Joshua. âStill time to turn back. We can Venmo the landlady and call it a day.â
He shakes his head, pulling out of the lot. âYou know she refuses to use the app,â he grumbles. âThinks itâs a government tracking device.â
You lean back in your seat and sigh. âPerfect. Just what this trip needed: more analog bureaucracy.â
Joshua laughs again, softer this time. You both stare straight ahead, the road stretching long and wide before you. Somewhere in that space, the heaviness begins to lift.
You think the first hour will be easy.
Of course you do. Youâve done long drives before, with less than eight hours of fuel between you. And besides, this is Joshua.Â
Youâve survived all sorts of terrain togetherâcoastal roads with the windows down, long drives through the mountains while his hand rested on your thigh, that one disastrous trip to Jeju where it rained so hard he missed a turn and the GPS rerouted you onto a cliffside road youâre still convinced was cursed. That one ended in tears. And a kiss. And a long night spent in a guesthouse where the power went out twice.
But this is different.
Now, youâre in the passenger seat of the same car, the leather warmed by the late morning sun, and Joshua isnât even humming. You keep your eyes on the road or your phone or the shifting landscape outside the window. Anywhere but on him.
He drives the way he always doesâleft hand on the wheel, right hand fiddling with the AUX cable when the Bluetooth fails (as it often does). Youâd always liked that about him. That he never filled silence just for the sake of it, that he gave it space to stretch out, to become something sacred.Â
Now, it just feels like distance.
âYou okay?â he asks in an even voice.
You glance at him. The highway curves, and so does his mouth, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âYeah,â you lie. âYou?â
He nods, then looks like he regrets it. âYeah,â he echoes, but you know heâs lying, too. His nose scrunches up for a half-second. It only ever does that when heâs faking.
Another few minutes pass. The GPS chimes a reminder about your next turn in 112 kilometers. You both pretend like itâs the most interesting thing in the world.
You used to talk about everything in the car. Plans, dreams, where youâd want to settle down when Joshua got a more permanent assignment. Youâd nap on the longer drives, and heâd let you sleep, stealing glances when he thought you wouldnât catch him.Â
Sometimes, heâd narrate the scenery just to hear you groan about how sentimental he was. Thereâd be music, sometimes arguments over the playlist. But even the fights were better than this new, tentative silence that makes your lungs feel tight.
You wish the GPS had a button for: Take me back to when it was easy.
âWant some music?â you ask finally, reaching for the console.
âSure,â he says, and thatâs all.
You put on a playlist and settle back, biting the inside of your cheek when the first few notes of a familiar song play. One he used to sing absentmindedly while driving. One that used to make you smile.
He doesnât sing now.
The song ends.Â
The road stretches on.
Joshua doesnât say much for the next half hour, and neither do you.
You try not to count how many times you look towards him. You lose count anyway. The GPS announces that there are six hours and thirty-nine minutes left in the trip. Thatâs plenty of time, you think, for things to get worse.
When Joshua speaks again, itâs so civil that you contemplate getting off at the next stop and walking the rest of the way instead. âThereâs a diner up ahead. You wanna stop for lunch?â
You know the placeâheâs taken you there before. Vinyl booths, terrible coffee, and pancakes that somehow taste like grilled cheese. It had always been charming in a very Joshua kind of way.
But a sit-down meal feels intimate. Too intimate. Like pretending nothing ever ended. You donât have the energy to put on a show, to act like a couple, or friends, or strangers who were forced to be there together for the sake of a meal.Â
âCan we just get takeout?â you ask. âEat in the car?â
Joshua glances at you, brows lifting. âYou donât wanna sit down? Stretch your legs?â
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre not. Your neck does that thing when youâre annoyed.â
âItâs not annoyance. I just donât think lunch should feel like a date.â
That lands a little too sharply. Joshua blinks at the road ahead, exhales slowly through his nose. âWasnât trying to make it one,â he murmurs, the edge of his petulance in his voice reminding you of days where you mightâve willed his upset away with a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Silence stretches between you, taut and cold. You rub your hands together in your lap.
âI just think,â you say more carefully, âeating in your car is a good compromise. Halfway point.â
Joshua doesnât respond at first, but then his lips twitch. âHalfway point. Like everything else with us.â
You laugh despite yourself. âYou make it sound poetic.â
âIt kind of is.â
The tension eases just a little. Enough that when he pulls into the diner lot, you go in together, order your usuals with barely a glance at the menu. When the cashier asks if itâs for here or to-go, Joshua looks at you before answering.
âTo-go, please,â he says, smiling faintly.
Back in the car, you pass him the paper bag and slide the drinks into the cupholders like youâve done it a hundred times before. Maybe you have. He gives you your fries without asking, and you split the last onion ring exactly like you used toâright down the middle, no more, no less.
âWeâre ridiculous,â you say through a mouthful of burger.
Joshua leans back in his seat, chewing. âSpeak for yourself. Iâm extremely dignified.â
âRight,â you say with an eye roll. âThatâs why you ordered a chocolate milkshake with extra whipped cream.â
He lifts it like a trophy. âYouâre just jealous.â
âOf diabetes?â
Joshua laughs, full and bright, and for a second, you forget that youâre not supposed to still be in love with him.
For a second, it feels like that chapter never ended.
Joshua wipes the last of his fries against the inside of his sauce carton before tossing it back into the paper bag, eyeing your half-eaten sandwich like heâs tempted to finish that, too. You donât point it out. Heâs always been the type to clean plates, especially yours, when you left food untouched for too long.
The silence feels less sharp than the last one, but not yet comfortable. Itâs the kind that sits in the middle seat like an awkward chaperone.
He slurps down the rest of his milkshake, the straw giving an annoying little gurgle. Then, just as youâre debating how soon you can ask to queue up a podcast without it sounding like a lifeline, he speaks.
âWe canât spend the rest of the trip like this.â
You blink. âLike what?â
Joshua lifts his gaze to meet yours, pointed and unflinching. âLike weâre walking on eggshells. Like we didnât share an apartment, a bed, a life for two years.â
Heâs right, of course, but who were you if you werenât arguing for the sake of it? âIâve told you everything thatâs happened to me since the breakup,â you shoot back. âIf you want the weather report from last Tuesday, I can give that too.â
âI donât want the weather report.â He levels you with a stare, then softens. âI want more than just a status update.â
You open your mouth, but before you can speak, he leans back with a little sigh and an even smaller smile. âDo you remember our first date?â
You do.Â
Too well, in fact.
An indie cafe with too many hanging plants and not enough tables. Youâd sat across from each other with your knees knocking and your drinks forgotten. Heâd suggested the list, half-sincere, half as a joke. You had humored him because his eyes crinkled so sweetly when he grinned, and you liked how he said your name like a song he already knew the melody to.
âPull it up,â he says now. âLetâs revisit it.â
Your mouth curls into a grimace. "Joshuaâ"
âPull it up,â he repeats, firmer. Heâs already gathering up your trash along with his, crumpling napkins and squashing cartons, as if taking away your excuses along with the waste.
âThis is stupid,â you huff, not bothering to hide your exasperation.Â
âProbably,â he shrugs, stepping out of the car. âBut so are we.â
As the door shuts and he heads toward the garbage bin, you pick up your phone with reluctant fingers. It takes only a few taps to find it again. A New York Times article, a psychologistâs experiment, a curated path to intimacy in less than 40 questions.
The title glares up at you, both a threat and a promise.Â
The 36 Questions to Fall in Love.
Joshua merges back onto the highway, one hand steady on the wheel, the other fiddling with the A/C knob until the air turns from too cold to just bearable. You hold your phone in your lap, glaring at the list he told you to pull up.
âYouâre impossible,â you say flatly.
âCome on,â he grins, eyes now on the road. âItâs been four years. Think of it as a science experiment. Research question: Have we changed? Independent variables: us, circa year one.â
You exhale slowly, scrolling down to the first question. âFine. But if I cry, Iâm blaming you.â
âLooking forward to it.âÂ
You read: âGiven the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?â
He hums. âStill Adam Levine.â
âYou said that last time.â
âYeah, and I still want him to serenade me over dumplings. What about you?â
You pause. âI said Robin Williams.â
âYou did.â He glances at you briefly. âYou still would?â
Your voice softens. âYeah. More than ever.â
Joshua nods, not saying more. The next question: âWould you like to be famous? In what way?â
âGod, no,â he answers. âThe idea of people knowing my grocery list terrifies me.â
âYou said that exact sentence before.â
âThen Iâm nothing if not consistent.â
You consider. âI think... maybe a little. Not movie-star famous, but like, niche-famous. Someone kids cite in their thesis papers.â
âI always said youâd be a terrifying cult classic.â
âAnd youâd be the first of my followers.âÂ
He just laughs.
You ask the next question. âBefore making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?â
Glancing over at Joshua, you sound almost accusatory. âYou said no.â
âStill true.â
âStill sociopathic,â you mutter. âI rehearse everything. Even pizza orders.â
âYou did. And you still turn red when they ask if you want extra cheese.â
You try to glare, but he looks too pleased with himself. Thatâd been his role, way back when. Designated orderer, designated caller, designated voice at the counter saying We asked for no pickles. âWeâ, because he never threw you under the bus when it matteredâevery time else was fair game. Â
You read on. âWhat would constitute a 'perfect' day for you?â
Joshuaâs voice mellows out. âThat one I might change. Used to be pools, no tourists, good weather. Now... I think itâs waking up late, coffee with someone I like, doing nothing important.â
You stare out the window. âYou said hiking and tide pools,â you recall, tone just a little too wistful.Â
âYeah. That was when I thought I had something to prove.â
âMineâs the same. French toast. Blankets. A book.â
His smile is small. âStill easy to please.â
You persevere. âWhen did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?â
âI sang to the clownfish this morning. Theyâre judgmental bastards.â
âThat counts. And to yourself?âÂ
He falters. A beat. Another. âI donât remember,â he says, like singing was now something he could only give to others and not to himself. You try not to overthink it. He goes on to accuse you, âYou used to sing in the shower. Loudly.â
âStill do. But I sang to my niece last week. She made me do six rounds of Baby Shark.âÂ
âA timeless classic.â
You grin despite yourself, heart ticking a little faster. You knew this would be strange. You didnât expect it to feel so oddly comforting.
He breaks the quiet. âTold you it wouldnât kill us.â
âWeâre only five questions in,â you warn. âPlenty of time to implode.â
He just smiles, knuckles brushing the gearshift.
âOnward, then.â
Questions six and seven are easy. Your answers to those havenât changed much. You would rather live to the age of 90 and retain the mind of a 30-year-old; Joshuaâs secret hunch about how he might die would always be something about the water, knowing how he could never stay away from it. Thereâs a pang of something in your chest. This sinking feeling caught between disappointment and relief, over the fact that there were still some things that stayed the same.Â
You stall a little at question eight.
âName three things you and your partner appear to have in common.â
Your phone screen lights up with the prompt, and you roll it over in your palm like it might yield an easier answer if you look at it long enough. Next to you, Joshua keeps his eyes on the road, but his grip on the steering wheel slackens.
He must remember, too.
The first time you answered this question, you were strangers seated across from each other. A mutual friend had sworn you'd get along. There had been no pressureâjust coffee and curiosity, laughter over things neither of you really understood yet.
âWe both like documentaries,â you had said then, too quickly, a little flustered.
âWeâre both good listeners,â he had added.
The third one had taken a while. You remember biting into your food, chewing slowly, the hum of the cafĂŠâs playlist blending with the chatter around you.
âI think,â Joshua had said, after a beat, âwe both really want to be understood.â
You remember the way your gaze had lifted then, meeting his across the table. You hadnât said it, but youâd thought it: Thatâs not a guess. Thatâs a direct hit.
Now, four years later, a breakup and a road trip between you, the question lands differently.
âWe both like silence,â you say eventually, to break it.
Joshua lets out a small huff of a laugh. âYou used to say that was a bad thing.â
âIt was. When we didnât know what the silence meant.â
A nod from him. âBut now?â
You glance sideways, catch the way his profile is lit by the late afternoon sun. âNow, I think we know.â
You donât have to expound. He knows. You know. Silence is not your enemy, the same way you are not each otherâs enemy.Â
âWe both overthink everything,â he adds next. âEspecially what the other person is thinking.â
That makes you grin, despite yourself. You always thought of yourself to be a bit of a people pleaser, while Joshua just so happened to lack a proper brain-to-mouth filter. You tap your finger against the phone, as if tallying it up. âDocumentaries still count?â
âYou tell me.â
You think about the way youâd fall asleep to David Attenborough narrating sea creatures. How Joshua would shake his head, but stay up beside you anyway. The way your conversations would spiral into philosophical debates over conservation, ethics, humanity.
You had learned to love the things he loved, learned to love him by seeing the world through his eyes. And he had loved you back. Loved the intent, loved the work, loved the way you overstayed your welcome every single time.Â
âYeah,â you decide. âGuess so.â
Silence laps at the car again, but itâs softer now. Not a chasm, just space.
Then Joshua speaks again, voice low and steady.
âIf it doesnât count,â he says slowly, as if each word is a minefield to navigate. âWe could just say we both still care for each other.âÂ
You donât protest. You donât need to.
You both go through the next four questions with twin wavering resolves.Â
You ask, For what in your life do you feel most grateful?, and you do your best not to flinch when he squeezes your name between mentions of waterproof dry bags and mechanical pencils.Â
When you read out If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?, you tell him about wishing you had better examples for loveâbut you donât quip that maybe it wouldâve saved your relationship.Â
The two of you sidestep and navigate like your lives depend on it. Joshuaâs tapping the steering wheel like heâs in rhythm with a song only he knows. A comfortable lapse hovers for the next few minutes as the miles disappear into the road behind you. You think youâre in the clear. That the minefield is behind you.Â
Then, the GPS voice gently announces a turn. A new fork, a new direction.
The second set of questions.Â
You scroll down the list, phone warm in your hand. âThirteen,â you say. âIf a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?â
Joshua doesnât answer right away.
You look towards him. Heâs biting at the inside of his cheek, eyes still trained on the road. He exhales slowly, the sound more tired than thoughtful.
âIf I made the right call,â he says. âAbout us.â
It twinges like a pinched nerve.
You wish you had something eloquent to say, some wry comment about him never trusting the scientific method, but all you manage is a short, âOh.â
Oh, because the breakup is an unwelcome third guest chaperoning you in the car. Oh, because you had both told your friends it was mutualâbut if you were to get technical about it, Joshua was the one who brought it up. Oh, because that would have been your answer to the question, too.Â
Instead, you choose to say, âI think Iâd want to know if Iâll ever feel like Iâm doing enough.â
Joshua doesnât say anything to that.
âFourteen,â you try again. âIs there something that youâve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why havenât you done it?â
âYou already know mine,â he says. âMarine biology, living near the coast, helping with coastal restoration programs. I did it.â
You nod, expecting the conversation to move on, but he doesnât let it.
âWhat about you?â
âI donât know,â you say hesitantly. âSame answer as before, I guess. I always thought Iâd do something with my psychology degree. Make something that helps. You know. But money talks.â
Joshua snorts, but this isnât like the small, amused sounds of earlier. No, this is preemptive of the Joshua youâd always loathed a little bit. The one who could be derisive, the one buried underneath the gentleman.
âYou said the exact same thing two years ago,â he points out, and the tone of his voice grates.Â
You bristle. âAnd your point is?â
âMy point is,â he says, voice sharpening, âyou keep talking like youâre stuck, but youâre the one who wonât move."
The air tightens between you. He takes one hand off the wheel, gesturing vaguely.
âIâm not judging. I just donât get it. You said you wanted more.â
âAnd you wanted me to upend my entire life for an ideal,â you shoot back.
âThatâs not what I said.â
âItâs what you meant.â
Your voice is louder than you intended. The words are more pointed than they needed to be. This is too familiarâthis twisting spiral of disappointment and miscommunication, the way your arguments always started from a flicker and turned into a full blaze.
Joshua exhales. âI just want you to be happy. You used to talk about doing something meaningful with your life.â
âWell, maybe I changed my mind.â
He looks like he wants to challenge thatâbut just as he opens his mouth, the car jolts.
Hard.
Something thumps beneath you, loud and jarring. Your body lurches forward with the sudden stop, but before you can react, Joshuaâs arm darts across your chest, steady and instinctive.
The car groans. You both freeze.
âWhat the hell,â Joshua breathes, flicking the hazards on as he pulls over.
Youâre stunned, held in place by his outstretched arm. Itâs only when he turns to look at you, concern overriding the tension in his expression, that you realize heâs still bracing you.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks, his voice low and urgent.Â
You nod, lips parted but unable to speak.
Because even now, after all this time, his first instinct is to protect you.Â
Five hours away. Thatâs how far you are from your destination.Â
Itâs nothing major. Something about the floor of the car, something that will need repairs so Joshua can drive safe. But the nearest repair shop isnât going to open until seven in the morning, and Joshua bitches about sleeping in the car for 15 minutes before you finally agree to a motel. Which, of course, has only one room available.Â
The door creaks open with a wheeze of rusted hinges, revealing a room that looks like it time-traveled straight out of a 70s crime thriller. You both pause on the threshold, blinking at the single bed in the center of the room. The comforter is a paisley fever dream, the walls painted a suspicious shade of beige. A ceiling fan wobbles threateningly above.
And then, as if on cue, you both burst out laughing.
You lean against the chipped door frame, wiping tears from your eyes. âJeonghan cursed us,â you proclaim. âI knew it. He saw us in that hallway and whispered some old-timey hex under his breath. Probably used sea salt and seashells.â
Joshua drops his bags with a thud and grins, running a hand through his hair. âYouâre giving him way too much credit. If anything, this is God. This is Him writing fan fiction. You knowâslow burn, exes to lovers, only-one-bed trope.â
âAh, right,â you say, nodding solemnly. âGodâs on AO3 now. Whatâs next? Coffee shop AU?â
âDonât tempt Him,â Joshua laughs, flopping onto the bed with a bounce that makes the entire frame groan. âHe might give us matching aprons tomorrow morning.â
You look around and spot the world's saddest mini fridge and a TV that probably doesnât work. Thereâs a vending machine outside humming like a chainsaw. The neon sign of the motel glows red through the thin curtains, bathing the room in a faint hellish light.
If this was hell, it wasnât all that bad.Â
âWell,â you say, toeing off your shoes and sitting at the edge of the bed. âAt least itâs clean.â
âThat is a bold assumption,â Joshua mutters, inspecting a mysterious stain on the carpet.
Another beat passes. You're both still chuckling softly, disbelief softening into something warmer. Something easier.
You lie back beside him, careful to leave a healthy, polite distance between your bodies. âYou know, for all the fights, I missed this part. The chaos. The way the universe used to screw with us.â
Joshua turns his head, gazing at you with a tenderness that nearly knocks the air from your lungs. âYeah. Me too.â
For a while, you both just lie there, listening to the ceiling fan squeal and the cars woosh pasts on the highway. Laughing quietly at the impossible, fanfictional mess youâve found yourselves in yet again.
Loving Joshua had felt a bit like that. A fairytale. A song. And so the ending of it allâthe last chapter, the final notesâhad left you feeling cheated. There was a time where you believed the love might have lasted; it sucks to be proven otherwise.Â
Joshua pulls himself up, socked feet nudging yours underneath the yellowing duvet. He looks up at you with something reverent in his eyes, the kind of look that used to come just before he said something dumb and sincere all at once.
âYou know we canât stop now,â he says. âItâs not every day we get to be stranded in a town with population thirty and a single bed between us.â
You shake your head, still smiling from earlier. âYouâre really pushing the limits of what counts as a romantic setting.â
âIâm just saying,â he continues. âWe made it this far. Might as well keep going. Question fifteen.â
What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
You settle into the other side of the bed, cross-legged, careful not to brush against his knee. âFinishing grad school while holding down a full-time job. That, or not screaming at that one VP during our quarterly meeting.â
Joshua laughs. âOh, I remember that guy. You hated him with the passion of a million suns.âÂ
âThat hasnât changed. You?âÂ
He thinks for a moment. âPublishing my research paper last year. The one on coral regeneration. That felt big. Like it could actually change something.â
Itâs a good answer. You nod. âAlright. Question sixteen. What do you value most in a friendship?â
Joshua leans back, hands behind his head. âLoyalty. The kind that doesnât flinch when things get hard.â
You hum. âI get that. And maybe the ability to sit in silence without it being weird. Just⌠coexisting.â
You both fall quiet. That used to be the two of you. Afternoons of independent hobbies, evenings of parallel play. You were both perfectly fine, fully functional people outside of your relationship. You were not two halves of a whole.Â
A part of you wonders if thatâs where you went wrong. If completion was precedent to a proper romance. But you also know thatâd been your strongest suitâletting the love guide, not consume. Letting it linger, not fester.Â
âQuestion seventeen,â you say, scrolling down your phone. âMost treasured memory.â You steal a glance. âBack then, yours was that beach day with your mom, right?â
Joshua nods slowly. âStill important. But⌠I think itâs changed.âÂ
He looks out the small motel window, takes a deep breath like heâs getting ready to plunge into the deep end of something. âRemember the time we got caught in that summer storm in Jeju?â he muses. âWe were soaked, freezing, and the only place open was that sad diner with the flickering lights. You looked miserable. But you laughed anyway. God, you laughed so hard. I think I knew I loved you then.â
Your throat tightens. You hated that night. Everything went wrong, and you thought it was a sign this new boyfriend of yours wasnât meant for you. But Joshua had been an even bigger diva than youâenough to make you forget your misery, to have you giggling despite the fact you were borderline pneumonic, showering in ice-cold water.Â
âThat was a good night,â you say.Â
He offers you a half-smile, one that communicates just how aware he is of your indulgence. He knows you complained to your friends, that you logged the entry into your diary with notes of Never again!!! and The Jeju curse is real. But he also knows you loved him, even then, even with your shoes full of water and your lips too chapped to press against his.Â
âYour turn,â he urges.Â
You shrug, suddenly aware of your hands in your lap. âThereâs a lot. But⌠that one birthday you surprised me with the rooftop dinner. I had the worst week, and you just⌠knew.â
Neither of you have to expound. Not on the work week that had wrung you dry, not on the chocolate chip cookies he had learned to bake especially for that evening. You had burst into tears when you saw the candlelit dinner and the monstrous bouquet of mismatched flowers; Joshua had cooed reassurances into the top of your hair, whispering sweet nothings like Pretty girls shouldnât cry on their birthday. Come on, love, smile.Â
âQuestion eighteen,â you continue, because dwelling on the way he looked then is almost enough to have you relapsing. âMost terrible memory.â
You donât answer right away.
âBack then,â you say slowly, âit was something stupid. Failing my first stats exam. But nowâŚâ
You glance at him, and heâs already looking at you.
âIt was the night we decided to end it,â you admit. âThe part where I packed up and left. Closing the door. That part hurt the most.â
Joshua exhales. âDitto,â he says, and you donât call him a cop out. You donât accuse him of not being as hurt as you. You justâyou let him have that, too.Â
Itâs a terrible memory.Â
The room is quiet again. Outside, the neon motel sign flickers. Inside, two people who once knew each other like the back of their hands try to find their way back through questions that are starting to feel like maps.
Joshua doesnât hesitate to read out question nineteen.
âIf you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?â
You shift slightly on the edge of the bed, knees curled toward you like you could fold yourself into a simpler version of this night. âIâd probably quit my job,â you say slowly. âTravel. See my parents more often. Start writing again. Not wait for the perfect time to do everything.â
He hums. âIâd probably take a few sabbaticals. Go diving in the GalĂĄpagos,â he says. âSet my mom up with a good house. Maybe... I don't know. Make a documentary. Something that puts all the little things I love in one place.â
You glance at him, watching the way he fidgets with a corner of the blanket between his fingers. Heâs leaning against the headboard, one leg stretched out, the other bent. A familiar pose, from when he used to read in bed. The memory tugs, and you almost say somethingâalmost add what neither of you have said.
Youâd want to call him. One last road trip, maybe. One last laugh over something ridiculous.Â
A kiss, if he were feeling particularly generous. Not to see if it could salvage, but just to remember the way itâd made you feel alive.Â
But you donât say it. And neither does he.
Instead, he offers you a smile that doesnât look real at all. âYou tired?â
You nod. You lie. âA bit.âÂ
Joshua pushes himself up from the bed, stretching his arms above his head. âAlright. You get the bed. Iâll take the cockroach-infested couch chair.âÂ
You glance at the lumpy thing in the corner and raise an eyebrow. âYouâll get scoliosis.â
âIâm a marine biologist, not a chiropractor,â he quips. âIâll survive.â
You roll your eyes, already pulling the blanket over you. âFine. But if you wake up tomorrow and canât feel your back, Iâm not driving.â
He chuckles. âForever a passenger princess.âÂ
As he dims the lights, he adds, âThe experiment continues tomorrow.â
You donât answer. You let your eyes fall shut, the room quieting into the rustle of sheets and soft motel noises. Since the breakup, youâve been having trouble with sleep. The melatonin gummies have helped somewhat; you donât have any on hand, though, after expecting the two of you would make the trip a one-and-done.Â
Now, though, your breathing slows quicker than it has in weeks. You have a fleeting thought that it has something to do with Joshua being in the same roomâas if your body is fine-tuned to relax and uncoil in his presence, so used to the notion that he would always keep you safe.Â
In your dream, you are somewhere coastal.Â
The salt air clings to your skin. Joshua is there, too.Â
Older and sunburned, wrinkled and still yours. Heâs smiling at you like nothing ever hurt between you, his eyes curled in those crescents you were always so weak for.Â
Knee-deep in the water, he reaches out a hand.Â
You take it without thinking.
The mechanic gives Joshua the all-clear just before nine in the morning. The two of you make do with a gas station breakfastâpowdered donuts and hot coffee that taste vaguely of cardboardâand then youâre back on the road.Â
The sky is clear, and the early morning light softens the world around you in a way that makes it feel like yesterdayâs sharp edges never happened.
You think, maybe, that Joshuaâs forgotten about the questions. Maybe last night was a fluke. A relic of nostalgia mixed with insomnia. Maybe the two of you can ride the rest of the way in companionable silence, listening to acoustic playlists and the occasional podcast.
Except Joshua is a bitch who never forgets.Â
âOkay,â he says, fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel. âWhere were we?â
You sigh dramatically. âWeâre still on that?âÂ
âOf course,â he replies cheekily. âWeâre in too deep to give up.â
You scroll back on your phone, eyes scanning the familiar list. You breeze through questions 20 and 21âboth of you agreeing that you value honesty in relationships and sharing that you talk to your family almost every week. Itâs easy. Almost comfortable.
Then comes question 22.
âAlternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.â
You remember how this went the first time. How clumsy and awkward you both were, strangers trying to map out the shape of each other with vague guesses. Youâd said something like, You seem like a good listener, and Joshua had commented on your style.Â
All surface.
Now, thereâs too much underneath.
Joshua clears his throat. âYou go first.â
You consider calling him a narcissist, but you opt out. âOkay. Uh,â you start. âYouâreâsteadfast. Once you decide something matters to you, you stay. Even when itâs hard.â
He hums. âYouâre perceptive. You always notice the things no one else does.â
âYouâre thoughtful,â you go on. âYou remember thingsâlike peopleâs favorite snacks or how they take their coffee. Itâs never loud, but itâs there.â
âYouâre funny,â he says, a little more quickly. âIn a smart way. You donât always say the joke out loud, but when you do, it lands.â
You laugh. âThatâs the first time youâve called me funny.â
âI call you funny in my head all the time,â he replies.
You donât quite know what to say to that, so you look down at your phone.
âYouâre earnest,â you offer. âEven when you try not to be. Especially then.â
His grip on the wheel tightens for a split second before relaxing again. âYou care deeply. About people. About doing the right thing. Even when it tears you up.â
Joshua drives just a little below the speed limit, as if trying to stretch this moment out. You donât say it out loud, but you both know youâve passed five.
You wonder if thatâs the point.
The hum of the car is soft under the quiet that settles again between you. The GPS chirpsâstill three hours to go. Still three hours of pretending it doesnât sting to sit this close to him. Still three hours of pretending like this is just a ride and not a slow unraveling of everything youâd packed away.
You read the next prompt aloud, your voice only slightly more confident now: âMake three true âweâ statements each. For instance, âWe are both in this room feeling...ââ
He lifts an eyebrow. âThree each? That's excessive.â
You shrug. âTake it up with Dr. Arthur Aron.âÂ
Joshua rolls his shoulders. âOkay. One: We are both doing our best to not make this weirder than it already is.â
âOne: We are both extremely bad at not making things weird,â you counter.
He laughs, and it's the kind of laugh that softens something in your chest. âTwo: we both care more than we probably should.â
You hesitate. Then, âTwo: We both donât really know what to do with all the leftover feelings.âÂ
Joshua exhales like you had punched the air out of him.Â
So far, everything has alluded to this. To the eventual conclusion that you both had things you still wanted to say. Joshua was never slick; you know why heâs insisting on playing this game.Â
Heâs hoping to find closureâsome twisted semblance of itâin between questions one to thirty-six. Or maybe heâs hoping to find something else. A hint. A reason. An opening. You donât know for sure, but you know Joshua Hong is the type of person that always has a motive.
Leftover feelings is just a nice way to put it.Â
âThree,â he goes on, as if he physically canât bring himself to address your second statement, âWe both remember everything. Even if we pretend we donât.â
You look at him. His hands on the wheel, that little crease between his brows that forms when he's thinking too hard. You say, quietly, âWe are both still here. In this car. On this trip. That counts for my last one, right?â
He doesn't answer right away. Then he says, voice lighter than itâs been all day, âAre you still okay with all this?âÂ
It feels like the first real question heâs asked youânot part of a list, not pulled from a script, not something rehearsed. Itâs a moment of benevolence, an offer for an out. If you told him your heart was cracking open, heâd find one of his own playlists and you would throw in the white flag at the start of set three.Â
You turn toward the window. âIâm okay if you are,â you say, because itâs true, because youâre indecisive, because you kind of want answers, too.Â
From the corner of your eye, you see him nod. âOkay.â A pause. âThen we keep going.â
You move on to question twenty-six.
âComplete this sentence: âI wish I had someone with whom I could shareâŚââ
Joshua shifts his grip on the wheel. The road outside blurs into long stretches of beige and green, but neither of you is looking at it.
He exhales. â...small wins.â
You think of the refrigerator in your shared apartment, the one with fish-themed magnets and Joshuaâs accomplishment reports pinned up like kindergarten drawings. You think of his evening prayers, the sleepy mumbles of Hey God, itâs me, Joshua, and the gratitude for no traffic or healthy corals. You think of the crumpled look on his face when you couldnât quite understand why he was so happy over something, the way his shoulders would fall when you couldnât share in his small but certain happiness.Â
You give your own answer. â...my fears.â
It lands heavier than it should. There are notebooks full of pages upon pages of writing, words you should have probably divulged to Joshua but chose not to. There are sweaters, and hoodies, and jackets with loose threads around the sleeves, from all the times youâd gotten scared but took it out on yourself instead of saying something. There are memories of Joshuaâon his knees, slamming the doorâasking for you to give him an inch. You never did budge.Â
The car suddenly feels small. Too small for the weight of things unsaid.
âTwenty-seven,â you announce, voice wavering. âIf you were going to become close friends, please share what would be important for him or her to know.â
You look at Joshua. His jaw tenses. Itâs a query that works best in the context of the study. The questions are a first-date gig, meant for strangers looking to be friends or friends praying to be lovers.Â
Not exes. Not you and Joshua.Â
âThat I get quiet when Iâm overwhelmed,â he responds. âThat it doesnât mean Iâm shutting people out. I just need space to think.â
You give a jerky nod, then answer, âThat I overthink most things. That Iâll ask for reassurance even when I know the answer.â
He glances at you. âYou still do that?â
âYeah.â
The silence this time is differentânot the awkward kind from the first hour of the trip, but something rawer. Tension prickles at the base of your neck.
You tap the GPS map. âCan you pull over at the next gas station? I have to pee,â you say, even though your bladder is the furthest from full.Â
Joshua grunts his approval.
A few minutes later, he turns off the road. You murmur a quick thanks before slipping out of the car.
The restroom is fluorescent-lit and smells faintly of soap and old tiles. You grip the edge of the sink and lean forward, staring into the mirror.
âYouâre fine,â you tell your reflection. âYouâre fine. Donât go there again.â
You splash cold water on your face, the shock of it grounding. You know what this is starting to feel like. A ledge, a pattern, a memory dressed up like something new.Â
Youâre not sure if you can fall again and survive the landing.
Behind your reflection, the bathroom door creaks open. You dry your face and brace yourself to step back into the heat of the dayâand into a car that feels more like a confession booth with every mile.
Joshua drums his fingers along the curve of the wheel, elbow resting by the window as highway signs blur past. Your hair is still slightly damp at the edges from where you splashed your face. The radio hums low between you, some soft indie band murmuring about lost time.
âTwo more hours,â he informs you. Not quite a warning, not quite a relief.
You nod, thumbing through the article on your phone. âEight more questions.â
He exhales a laugh. âMaybe space it out? Take your time with the hard ones?â
âIâll take a break after the next one,â you say. âNumber twenty-eight.â
Thereâs a half-smile on his face, like he remembers the first time twenty-eight was posed. âThe big one.â
You clear your throat and read aloud: âTell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time.âÂ
You both laugh, maybe a little too hard. Youâre thinking of the first dateâhow youâd nervously said you liked that he was punctual, how heâd said he liked your jacket. Neither of you were very brave, then, or honest.Â
Will you be now?Â
âOkay,â he says, tapping the wheel in rhythm to the Billy Joel song that has started to croon. âIâll go first.â
You donât stop him.
He speaks slowly, at first. As if heâs the weight of each word. You had expected maybe one or two big things, but the fact that thereâs an upcoming break seems to embolden him.Â
He says he likes how you read people before they know theyâre being read. He says he likes how you tilt your head when youâre thinking too hard. That you always ask baristas how their dayâs going. That you cry during movies, but always pretend itâs allergies. That you never half-listen to someone when they talk.
Each word feels like itâs making the air between you warmer. Thinner. More charged.
He goes on, and on, and on. Some things, you already know. Some things, itâs the first time youâve heard.Â
Some things, you thought he had hatedâonly to find out it was the complete opposite.Â
Some things, youâre surprised he even noticed.
When he patters off, he looks a bit sheepish, like he hadnât expected to ramble. Neither of you steal a glance at the carâs analog clock. Thereâs no need to check, to confirm he spent perhaps a little too long extolling your virtues and waxing poetics you no longer felt like you deserved.Â
You inhale.
âI like how you look like youâre trying not to smile when you are,â you start. âI like that you leave voice memos instead of texts when youâre tired. That you care about fish more than people sometimes, but youâll never admit it. That you always carry two chargers. That you know the scientific names for all your favorite corals but still call them âlittle guysâ when you talk about them.â
Your list goes on, and on, and on. You like the calluses on his fingers from the years of guitar-playing. You like the soothing cadence of his voice when heâs reading something out loud. You like the slightly absurd way he sits, and the empathy he gives out as easily as one gives out gum, and the expressions he makes when somebody does something questionable.Â
You stutter to a stop, knowing youâve said as muchâmaybe even a little moreâas him. The entire time, youâd kept your eyes on the road, but now you dare yourself to look. You regret it immediately.Â
Heâs gnawing at his lower lip, fighting back a smile. You donât know how long heâs been trying to hold it back, but from the ruddiness of his cheeks, youâd say itâs been a couple of minutes. âDonât say all that,â he manages.Â
âWhy not?â you say defensively.Â
âMakes me want to kiss you,â he says outright, so softly it folds itself between the cracks of your ribcage. âAnd Iâm not supposed to want that anymore.âÂ
His eyes flick over to you. You meet his gaze for half a second longer than is wise.
âKeep your eyes on the road, Hong,â you say, voice steady even as your pulse wavers.
He does as heâs told, but the smile on his face still tries its damnedest not to break.
The silence between you now is lighter, almost companionable. The kind that doesnât need filling. Youâre both tired, but not from each otherâat least not in the same way you were when the drive began.Â
Thereâs still an ache, a wariness, but itâs no longer sharp. Just an awareness of proximity and time passed.
Outside the window, the highway begins to bleed into coastal roads, winding through the kind of sleepy seaside towns that barely show up on a map. You catch a whiff of salt in the breeze when Joshua cracks the window open. The air is briny and cool, and your landladyâs city canât be more than ten minutes away now.
âBring up the next one,â Joshua prompts. âQuestion twenty-nine.â
You unlock your phone and read aloud, âShare with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.â
You think for a second before answering. âOne time during a client pitch, I said âorgasmâ instead of âorganism.â Completely straight-faced. No one corrected me. I didnât even realize until hours later.â
Joshua barks out a laugh. âThatâs⌠incredible.â
âCorporate girlie era. Not my best work.â
The road narrows, bending toward the sea. Then, he says, âA few weeks after the breakup, I accidentally called you during a team meeting. Like, I butt-dialed you. I was underwater a lot at the time, so Iâd listen to your old voicemails whenever I could. Guess my phone got confused. Everyone heard it. The voicemail. You were talking about soup.â
You blink. âSoup?â
He nods solemnly. âTom kha kai. You were mad I ate yours.â
You stare at him. He tries to act like itâs nothing, like the voicemail wasnât from very early into your relationship, but his ears are pink.
âThatâsâŚâ You want to say sweet, or something else foolish. âEmbarrassing. Yeah. I get it.â
He nods, but doesnât meet your eyes.
Neither of you speak after that. The silence returns, soft and warm. The car turns down a familiar street, and the ocean gleams in the distance like it remembers you both.
Your landladyâsorry, ex-landladyâMinjung lives in a cheerful, sea-salted bungalow at the end of a sloping road. The pavement gives way to pebbles and gull cries. Itâs the type of house you and Joshua once joked about retiring in.Â
Thereâs none of those jokes today.Â
The two of you pull up just after one in the afternoon, both exhausted but trying not to show it. The air smells like fried dough, and thereâs a breeze that tangles your hair the second you step out.
Minjung opens the door almost as soon as you knock. Sheâs wearing her usual floral house dress, grey hair pinned up in a neat bun, and when she sees you both standing side by side on her porch, her eyebrows lift so high they nearly disappear into her hairline.
âOh, you both made it,â she says. Her voice is kind but pointed. âTogether, even.â
You and Joshua smile politely, murmuring greetings as you step inside. The living room is exactly how you remember it: mismatched furniture, a faint smell of liniment, crocheted doilies covering every available surface. She ushers you in, offers you barley tea you both politely decline, and sits with a huff in her favorite armchair.
The conversation is short and mostly administrative. Paperwork is signed, keys are handed over, deposits are discussed. She asks if you've found new places to live, and you both assure her you have. When the last form is signed, she takes a long look at the two of you.
âIâm surprised,â she says plainly, âthat you two didnât make it. I had a good feeling about you.â
You glance at Joshua, whose smile is tight but not insincere. âWe had a good run,â he says, voice gentle, and thatâs somehow the part of this whole endeavor that tears you up the most.
Minjung hums, not quite convinced. But she pats your hand and says she wishes you both well. You thank her.Â
Itâs done. After everything, itâs finally done.Â
No more shared bills or split chores. No more arguing about groceries or laundry schedules. Just clean breaks, and quiet endings, and another eight hours back home youâll probably sleep through.
Youâre on the porch again, about to step off the last stair, when Minjung opens the door behind you.
âBy the way,â she calls out. âYou two didnât have to come all this way, you know. I have aâwhat do you kids call it? Van-me? Venmo? Yes, that. I have that now.âÂ
She shuts the door in your faces before either of you can respond.
You and Joshua stare at each other. For a beat, silence.Â
Then, laughter. Real, deep, absurd laughter.
You double over, hands on your knees. Joshua leans against the porch rail, laughing so hard he wheezes. Your cheeks hurt, your eyes blur, and for the first time in what feels like forever, youâre laughing with him like you used toâlike nothing ever changed.
âI hate us,â you manage between giggles.
âShe really let us suffer through all that,â Joshua gasps. âAn eight-hour drive, a motel with one bed, all for... this.â
You canât stop laughing. Not for a while. And when you finally do, breathless and dazed, youâre not sure what the ache in your chest means anymore.
Joshua invites you to the beach after Minjungâs door shuts behind the both of you. He says it casually, like heâs not asking you to walk across a tightrope of memory, but just to sit, to rest, to let the waves be the only thing talking for a while.
You agree. Because itâs the least you can give him, considering the fact heâs in for another long drive. Because Joshua said that nothing in the world made him happier than the beach, and you.Â
âWe should finish the questions,â he says, already headed toward the shoreline. âMight as well. Before we have to get back in the car.â
You follow him. Itâs easier to, now.
The windâs picked up, but not so much that it makes the air cold. Just enough to push your hair around your face and coat your skin with salt. The two of you find a smooth stretch of sand near the water, a small incline that gives you a view of the waves curling back on themselves. The city behind you is quiet and gray, the kind of place where time seems to wait a little longer between minutes.
You settle in beside him, knees pulled up to your chest. Joshua stretches his legs out in front of him, leans back on his palms.
You open your phone and pull the list up again. âAlright,â you say, trying to make your voice light, âquestion thirty. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?â
He hums. You think he's stalling, but when he answers, itâs immediate.
âBy myself? Last month. One of my undergrads turned in a paper about the death of coral ecosystems and how they linked it to their relationship with their dad. It hit me. I cried in the breakroom.â
âAnd in front of someone?â
He glances at you. âRight now doesnât count, right?â
You smile. You don't answer.
âYou?â
You pick at a loose thread on your sleeve. âBy myself, probably... a couple weeks ago. Work stuff. And in front of someone?â You give him a look. âWhen we broke up.â
He nods like he remembers, and you know he does.
Question thirty-one. âTell your partner something that you like about them already.â
Joshua chuckles. âThis is like the third time theyâve asked this.â
âReinforcement is key.â
He looks at you. Not in the way he used toâhungry and openâbut with a quiet sort of affection, like he's memorizing without needing to possess. Really looks at you.
âI like how you look when the wind hits your hair. Like you're always on the verge of something. Running or staying,â he says.Â
You roll your eyes, but your heart doesnât get the memo.
âYouâre such a sap.â
âYou used to like that about me.â
âStill do,â you mutter.
Joshua doesnât press it. You give him your answerâsomething about the way his eyes light up when heâs watching the sunset. He takes it with grace, angling his face a little more towards the horizon like heâs trying to remind you of what you love about him. As if youâd need a reminder.Â
Question thirty-two. âWhat, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?â
You take longer with this one.
He answers first. âGrief. Not because it canât be joked about, but because not everyone gets to laugh about it. You have to earn that.â
You look at him.
âWhat?â he says.
âThat was... insightful.â
âIâm a marine biologist, not a clown.â
You huff out a laugh. Your chest is tight, and your heart is full, and your throat is dry with words you shouldnât say.Â
Not now. Maybe not ever.
You tell him you agree with him, and he doesnât claim youâre trying to field the query. He knows youâve earned the right to say the same thing.Â
The waves crash in slow rhythm, and the sun slips further down the sky. Joshua turns his head slightly toward you, just enough for the breeze to tousle the hair at his temple.
âWe doing all thirty-six today?â he asks, a small smile playing on his lips.
You shrug. âWeâre here, arenât we?â
The wind answers for you both.Â
It tugs at your sleeves and hair, but not enough to be cruel. Just enough to remind you where you are: a little too far from home, and closer to something else you can't quite name.
âAlright,â you murmur, tapping into your phone. âThirty-three. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why havenât you told them yet?â
You expect him to hesitate. Instead, he answers softly, âThat I forgive my dad.â
You glance at him. He stares out at the water, eyes glazed over and jaw tense, but his voice is even. âI kept waiting for the right time. For him to earn it, maybe. But some things... you give, not because they deserve it, but because you need to let it go.â
You nod, even though he isnât looking. You don't ask questions. You donât press. It feels sacred, what he said.
He turns to you. âWhat about you?â
You think for a long moment. The waves come in, and the waves go out.
âThat Iâm proud of myself,â you say, eventually, your voice cracking around the confession. âThat I spent so long trying to be someone worth loving, I never stopped to tell myself I'd made it.â
Joshuaâs gaze doesnât waver. âIâm proud of you, too,â he says.Â
He says it not because itâs some concession, not because itâs a consolation prize he wants to give you in the face of your honesty. He says it because he means it, the same way he probably meant it when he said he was proud of you for starting your corporate job, proud of you for opening a jar without his help, proud of you for this, and that, and simply existing.Â
You smile at him. He smiles back. Itâs the moment you will carry in your pocket when itâs all over, the one youâll replay when the morning comes and no trace of Joshua is left.Â
âQuestion thirty-four.â You clear your throat. âYour house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?âÂ
âThis feels like a game show.â
You raise an eyebrow. âFinal answer, Hong?â
He grins, but it fades quickly, as if heâs realizing just how serious the question is. âThereâs this box,â he says, âin my closet. Letters, ticket stubs, Polaroids. I guess I thought Iâd forget otherwise.â
You know the box. Youâd added to it once. Movies you had watched. Grocery receipts. Post-Its with crude drawings of sea animals that he deemed worthy of keeping despite your disgruntled protest.Â
That had always been Joshuaâs wayâloving every part of you, every scrap and morsel, even the ones you didnât think deserved love. Especially the ones you didnât think deserved love.Â
You turn back to the sea, silence stretching between you. Youâre not sure what your answer to the question is. Everything you own feels replaceable lately.Â
You open your mouth. Then close it.Â
And then, softly, âThereâs a necklace. My mom gave it to me before college. It wasnât worth much, but... it made me feel safe. Like I was tethered to someone.â
He knows the necklace. Heâd fixed it once. You were hysterical when it broke, and he painstakingly gathered every broken charm, every loose bead. He watched three YouTube videos and treated the necklace with such care that it came back to you good as new.Â
You stopped wearing it shortly after, though, out of fear that it would snap again. That Joshua might some day not be around to fix it one more time.
Joshua reaches across the space between you and takes your hand, gently, as if asking permission without words. You let him.
For the first time in months, you feel tethered again.
The question lingers between you like sea mist: soft, hazy, impossible to ignore. Joshua is still holding your hand, thumb barely moving, but the warmth of it spreads up your arm like it's been waiting all this time to find a home there again.
You read out loud thirty-five. âOf all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?âÂ
You share a look, then, simultaneouslyâthe same way you had when you first encountered the questionsâyou both say, âSkip.âÂ
âThirty-six,â you go on, voice a little thinner than you'd like. âShare a personal problem. Ask for advice. Thenââ
ââhave the other person reflect back how you seem to be feeling,â Joshua finishes for you. His smile is faint but real. âI remember that one.â
The tide hums its low lullaby, and for a while, you pretend to be thinking.
You both stare out at the ocean instead of each other, even as the last question hovers between you, even as his fingers shiftâno longer just clasping, but sliding between yours, interlocking like they used to.Â
Like itâs the last time he'll get to do it. Maybe it is.
Then, you crack. Partly because the entire trip has been absurd, because thirty-six questions got you here in the first place and was now bringing you back.
Partly because you think itâs the last time youâll have this, too.Â
You laugh. It escapes like air from a balloon, breathless and tinged with disbelief. âI have a personal problem,â you admit, looking down at your joined hands. âItâs really serious.â
Joshua tilts his head toward you, brows raised.
You meet his eyes. The world around you fades into pale sand and blue waves. âI really, really want to kiss my ex right now.â
His breath hitches, but he doesnât look away.
And then, softly, like it's the simplest thing in the world: âI can fix that.â
He leans in, and you meet him halfway.
His free hand slides to your cheek, yours to his chest. His heartbeatâusually so certain and steadyâhammers underneath your palm. There is nothing scientific about the way it undoes you.
Whatever comes next, youâll figure it out later. For now, the question has been asked.
The answer is this.
Four years ago, you sat in front of Joshua with your heart on your sleeve.Â
After running through the thirty-six questions, you had asked him between giggles whether he was in looove with you now. He had looked at you like he was trying to remember how to breathe.Â
You got some ice cream for dessert. You had felt like you were floating, as if your feet werenât touching the floor, and the feeling only worsened when he tried and failed to be cool about holding your hand.Â
At the door of your dormitory, he had kissed you good night. A proper kiss. And when heâd leaned in, you put a hand to his chest and told him to leave the night clean and quiet. Leave it at that, you had said against his lips.Â
That one, perfect kiss. Weâll have more, you had promised, and he responded with Iâm going to collect.Â
You had watched him turn the corner and go. Right before disappearing, he glanced over his shoulder and flashed you a giddy smile.Â
The ocean givesâÂ
Five months ago, you sat in front of Joshua with your heart in his hands.Â
The conversation ended with less than thirty-six questions. There is only so much times you can argue, and compromise, before the spats threaten to spill into resentment. In a small voice, you had asked him if he still loved you. Yes, he had said breathlessly, but you and I both know love isnât always enough.Â
In the freezer, a tub of his favorite ice cream waited. One you had picked up in the grocery store, remembering him. It would remain there, cold and sweet and untouched, because the argument started mid-dinner and ended with you feeling like you were an astronaut jettisoned into space. One that would never come back down to Earth.Â
At the door of the apartment, he had kissed the crown of your hair with quivering lips. You were the one with a friend nearby, the one with a place you could stay at before the two of you had to figure out the shared apartment. Joshua had tried to kiss you properly, but you shook your head wordlessly.Â
Clean and quiet.
All Joshua could do was love you hard. All you could do was let him go.Â
You had gotten into a cab. Right before you turned the corner, you twisted in the seat to look in the rear window.
Joshua had been by the gate, watching you leave.Â
The ocean takes awayâ
It was easier than you thought, quitting your job.Â
After the roadtrip, that seemed like Joshuaâs parting gift. The realization that you had wanted to do something meaningful with your degree, that running or staying was always a choice you could make.Â
And so you put in your two-week notice, and looked up Masterâs programs, and got a part-time job at a non-government organization with an advocacy you believed in. You had been looking for an excuse to change your life, anyway, and here it was.Â
It was not like anything happened after the kiss by the beach. Somehow, it had reminded you of that first nightâhow you had advised Joshua not to push his luck.Â
He knew, you knew, that the kiss was perfect as is. To try and steal another would do neither of you any good.Â
He hadnât answered question thirty-six. The kiss took away that opportunity, and so the two of you simply got back into his car without another word.Â
You slept the entire ride back and woke up to Joshua listening to some podcast about investigating subtidal zone organisms using a light source. He dropped you off at your apartment, wished you well with a one-armed hug, and drove off into the night.Â
Itâs not like youâd been expecting a follow-up text, but it sure would have been nice.Â
You donât dwell on it. You transition your replacement and tie up all loose ends. On your last day in the office, you pack up your desk. Whale-themed calendar, coral-shaped push pins, blue Post-Itâs.Â
âIâve always loved that about you,â a co-worker says in passing as you rearrange your belongings like a perverse Tetris game. âAll the sea stuff.âÂ
It hits you, only then, that youâd been a walking, talking documentary for all the things Joshua Hong loved. You could almost cry at the realization. Instead, you laugh politely.Â
Youâre logging out of your work computer for the very last time when the Mail app pings. Youâre inclined to ignore it, to just open it up on your phone and be done with everything, but the preview in the notification has your brows furrowing.Â
You open the email.Â
To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: RE: My personal problem
I never got to answer thirty-six. Itâs because my âproblemâ is this: I have a couple of questions I want to ask you.Â
For your reference and kind consideration.Â
Have you eaten today?
Did you remember to water the plant on your windowsill?
What time did you wake up this morning?
Are you sleeping okay lately?
Did you bring your jacket today like I told you to?
What song have you been listening to on repeat?
Is your favorite mug still the blue one with the chip in it?
Did you ever replace the broken lamp in your room?
When was the last time you laughed so hard your stomach hurt?
Are you still drinking your coffee with too much sugar?
Whatâs the last book you finished reading?
Do you still cry at that one movie you always cry at?
Have you called your mom lately?
Do you still keep emergency chocolate in the freezer?
Whatâs the newest dream youâve had for your life?
What do you miss the most about living with someone?
Do you ever think about our old kitchen, and how the faucet always leaked?
Are you still scared of thunderstorms?
When was the last time you let someone take care of you?
Whatâs the one thing you wish you could say without it sounding like too much?
Do you remember how we used to dance in the living room when it rained?
What memory have you been holding onto lately?
Have you forgiven me for the words I didnât say when I should have?
Do you think itâs possible to love someone differently, but just as much, the second time around?
Do you think timing is a real excuse, or just a convenient one?
What did I do that hurt you the most?
What did I do that made you feel safest?
What was your favorite version of us?
What do you think we did right?
What do you think we got terribly wrong?
What did you learn about yourself when we were apart?
What made you fall in love with me, back then?
What did you fall out of love with?
Whatâs something you wanted to ask me, but never did?
What would you do differently, if we had a second chance?
Could we have a second chance?Â
â J.Â
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Shhh we gotta be sneaky - JU

Jey x Ayana
Warning: smut, cheating (not between the oc and Josh) language
"Ayanaaa"
Ayana rolled her eyes hearing her boyfriend Markell shout her name. Groaning she went down the stairs going into the living room, seeing him sitting on the couch playing his video game.
"What do you want?" She asked slight disgust on her face, seeing food stains on his shirt and how his feet were on the table in front of him, wearing white socks, that almost looked black from how dirty they were.
"My homeboy is coming over" not even looking at her as he spoke, his eyes purely focused on the screen in front. "OkayâŚ. Whatâs that gotta do with me?" slight confusion on her face.
"Sooo I need you to cook and clean before he comes here"
Ayana scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. "I know you fucking lying. Markell I literally work 60 hours a week at the hospital while you sit on your ass playing video games all day, in the apartment I pay for. Todays my day off I wanted to relax. The least you can do is cook and clean, while I bring money into this place, that you keep taking and use all the time. Iâm sick and tired. When the fuck are you gonna get a job?" She ranted getting fed up with her boyfriends ways.
Markellâs jaw clenched, turning his head to his girlfriend. "I already told you⌠soon." He spoke eyes going back to his game. "When is soon? Youâve been saying that for 3 years now."
"I SAID SOON." His yelling startling Ayana. He squeezed his eyes shut, looking back at her. "Can you just go do as i said and stop being a bitch about it?" Not wanting to argue anymore she went to the closet to retrieve cleaning supplies.
After an hour of cleaning she was now in the kitchen, making Chicken Alfredo pasta. The door bell rang, causing Markell to pause the game. "Aye Ayana get the door" he shouted even though he was closer to it. Not hearing her reply, he groaned In annoyance at the fact he actually had to get up to open it.
Opening the door, Josh stood there. "Whatâs up man" he nodded his head dapping up Markell as he stepped through the door. Getting himself comfortable on the couch he and Markell started to play the game. 10 minutes into playing and Joshâs character already died. "Damn man, you suck" Markell laughed, as his fingers continued to press the buttons on his controller.
"Hey, ima go take a quick leak, Iâll be back" Josh announced, as Markell just nodded his head. Getting up, he walked behind the couch. Taking a quick look back at Markell, making sure his attention was on the tv, as he made his way towards the kitchen instead.
Going in he let out a breath seeing Ayana at the stove, stirring something in the pot, with her back towards him. Her pink I.AM.GIA set hugging tightly against her curvy body.
Ayana hummed a song that was stuck in her head, unaware of the presence behind her. Feeling a hard body collide with her backside she let out a gasp, instantly calming down when, a familiar scent hit her nose. Josh wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face Into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. He placed light kisses along the side of her neck, as she tilted it, giving him more access.
"Josh, stop. Weâre gonna get caught" her eyes shut from the feeling of his warm lips against her skin. "I missed you, baby" he spoke ignoring her words. "3 days is too long. Missed being around you. Missed touching you. Missed being inside that warm, wet, pussy." He spoke between kisses that trailed up to her ear as he nibbled it.
"Fuckk Joshua" she spoke with a breathy moan, her hand coming behind her to grasp his head, as he began to suck on her neck. His lower half grinding against her ass, as his dick grew in his pants. Not being able to take it anymore Ayana turned her head, lifting Joshâa, causing their lips to meet in a desperate kiss, from both ends. Their tongues dancing in eachothers mouth.
Hearing footsteps, Ayana quickly pushed his chest, causing him to stagger back. Quickly turning her head back she wiped her mouth, as Josh stood there lips stick wet, with a smirk on his face. Running a hand through his beard, watching Ayana.
Markell stepped in the kitchen with his Controller in his hand. His eyes darting between his girlfriend and Close friend. "Is everything good?" He questioned as both Ayana and Josh who eyes were still on her as they nodded their heads.
"Yeah man. I went to the washroom and smelt the food as I came out. You already know my ass had to check out what was cookin." Josh laughed and Markell laughed along with him. "Makes sense, I was wondering what was taking you so long. I finally died, letâs play another round" Markell spoke.
"Sure, but I can only play one more round. I have to quickly go meet up with my twin." Josh spoke, knowing damn well he was lying. He just barley liked the motherfucker and just wanted to see Ayana. "Oh Damn. You not going to eat." Markell asked, lowkey disappointed.
"I can pack him a container to go." Ayanaâs voice rang out as she looked at the two. "Yeah, that works mamas. Thank you" Her body shivered at the way he said the nickname he always called her.
"K ima go quickly set this round up" Markell made his way back to the living room, leaving Ayana and Josh alone again.
Making sure he was gone Josh made his way back to Ayana, gripping her sides pulling her into his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid down to her ass, grabbing handfuls of it, giving it a good squeeze. "Ima see you tonight, right?" Josh questioned staring at, Ayanaâs pretty face. She nodded her head placing a peck on his lips. "Yeah, I already told Mark Iâm sleeping over at my sisters tonight."
Josh smiled, kissing her plump lips softly. "Good" he smacked her ass hard, causing her to moan. "Cause this ass mine tonight." He bit his lip, backing away from her, out the kitchen. He stuck his tongue out flicking it at her playfully. A little preview of what he was going to do to her, until his body was out of sight. Ayana shaking her head laughing at his foolishness.
Ayana stood at Joshâs front door, knocking on it with a beat. In matter of seconds it swung open, as she felt her body getting lifted off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as he ran to his couch, both their bodyâs falling on it. With him on top.
She let out a playful scream, feeling multiple kissing being placed on her face, while being pinned down. Finally he pulled away looking down at her, a huge smile across his handsome face. "Hii" Ayana spoke, cheesing. "Hii, mama" slowly he leaned his head down, capturing her lips onto his own. The slow passionate kiss getting more heated by the second, as Josh slowly started to grind against her clothed pussy.
He zipped down her thin pink jacket, exposing her white lace bra that was underneath. He kissed down her neck until he was at her breasts, pulling them out. He took her right nipple in his mouth sucking on it as he played with the other. Switching nipples he sucked on the other, as Ayanaâs breathing began to quicken.
Letting go wit a pop he licked and kissed down her body, his hands working to take her pants and panties off. He sat on his knees on the couch, getting a good look at Ayanaâs wet, smooth, pussy. "Fuck Naya. Yo pussy, so juicy and pretty, mamas" he spread her lips apart, seeing her hard clit poke between her folds. Using his thumb he rubbed it lightly, causing her to jolt at the feeling.
Getting comfortable Josh laid on his stomach, throwing Ayanas legs over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his tongue darted out, lapping away at her center. "Mhm shit" she moaned gripping his hair. He licked her up and down, his tongue exploring her inner folds nice and slow. Ayana squealed feeling his lips wrap around her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked at it.
"Yesss. It taste good papa?" She asked with a heavy moan, her eyes set on how he was devouring her. He lifted his head up a bit, giving her a wicked smile. "So, so good" he leaned down licking a stripe between her folds before getting back work, adding his ring and middle finger into the mix.
Her mouth went ajar, no sound coming out as he sunk his thick fingers in. "Shitt Yana, this pussy so fucking wet. Listen how she talkin to me." The squelching sounds filled the room, as she squirmed underneath him. "I want you to wet my face up, come on. Cum for daddy" he sped up the pace, using more force.
Ayana came with a scream, her body shaking as a euphoric feeling took over her. Josh grinned, against her, his fingers never stopping as she sprayed all over him. Finally he released her clit, sitting back on his knees smirking down at her with Ayanaâs slick running down his chin.
Heavy breathing and moans filled Joshâs master bedroom, as Ayana rode him hard but slow, feeling every inch of him. Josh arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, their sweaty bodies pressed up tightly against eachother. Their mouths together, sloppily making out. Hugging her tighter Josh, put his face in her neck driving his hips up into her, the pace speeding up with each thrust.
"Oooh shit Joshua" Ayana squealed gripping his forearms. "Who fuckin you this good?" He grunted out as one hand came up to grip her throat as the other pulled her asscheek, causing him to go in deeper. "Y-you, mhm only you Joshua" she whimpered, feeling his tip jab into her spot.
"Thatâs right mama, only I can fuck you like this. You mine?"
Ayana nodded her head. "Yessuuuhh. Only yours, papa please Iâm gonna cum." Shutting her eyes, trying to hold back her orgasm.
"Yeah, fuck Yana, squeeze me just like that. Mmm cum on your dick baby" she clenched around him hard, as her body shook, eyes rolling back.
Watching her come undone, Joshâs body went stiff as she milked his dick, cumming inside of her.
His body shuddered, shooting his release deep inside of her. A soft passionate kiss between the two as they came down from their highs.
After another round in the shower Josh and Ayana were now laid in his bed. His left arm around her, rubbing up and down her back to her ass. Ayana listening to his steady heart beat, as her head laid on his chest.
"Iâm leaving him." Her words filled the room as she heard Joshâs heart beat quicken. She tilted her head up, already seeing his eyes on her. "You for real?"she nodded her head, smiling softly. "Yes. I wanna be with you. Iâm sorry itâs taken me this long to make a final decision. Iâm happiest when Iâm with you Josh, I want us to finally be happy"
A huge smile grew on his face, flipping theirs bodies so he was on top with his body weight on her. "You donât know how long Iâve been waiting for you to be fully mine." He caressed her forehead lovingly, moving hair out her face, staring into her eyes. "Ima treat you right, how you deserve to be treated. I love you so much Ayana."
"I love you too Josh" Smiling up at him, as their lips met again in a gentle kiss. After 2 years of sneaking around, they can now finally start a new chapter together in their lives with no more hiding.
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Seventeen- Walking in on their S/O changing
S.Coups
The moment Seungcheol realizes whatâs happening, he freezes mid-step, eyes wide. âOhâoh my god, Iâm so sorry!â he stammers, immediately turning around, covering his face with his hands. His ears turn bright red as he rushes to leave, but before he closes the door, he mumbles, âUh⌠you look beautiful, by the way!â and then disappears in record time.
Jeonghan
Jeonghan doesnât even blink at first, just smirks and leans against the doorframe. âOh? Should I leave, orâŚ?â he teases, his eyes sparkling mischievously. When you throw a pillow at him, he finally laughs and turns around. âFine, fine! But just so you know, I wouldnât mind if you didnât make me leave,â he jokes before finally stepping out.
Joshua
Joshuaâs entire soul leaves his body when he walks in on you. âOh myâ!â His voice cracks as he immediately turns around, practically tripping over his own feet as he stumbles out the door. âI didnât see anything! I swear!â he calls out, standing outside the room with his hands over his face. Later, heâs still blushing, shyly apologizing every five seconds.
Jun
Jun pauses for a second, processing what just happened. Then he grins playfully, tilting his head. âOops⌠lucky me, huh?â he teases. But when you glare at him, he laughs nervously and bolts out of the room. âOkay, okay! Iâm going, Iâm going!â he says, hands up in surrender. But expect him to tease you about it later with a smug little smirk.
Hoshi
Hoshi screams. Not because he saw anything, but because heâs just so flustered. âAHH! I DIDNâT MEAN TOâ!â he yells, slamming the door shut so fast he almost breaks it. Heâs outside, panicking and muttering to himself. âWhy did I walk in?! I shouldâve knocked harder! Oh my godââ Youâll have to calm him down later because heâll be embarrassed for hours.
Wonwoo
Wonwooâs reaction is so awkwardly cute. He immediately looks away, clearing his throat. âUh⌠Iâll just⌠yeah, Iâll go,â he mumbles, slowly backing away like a robot. He shuts the door as gently as possible, but after he leaves, he just stands there, processing what just happened. Later, he shyly apologizes, his ears still bright red.
Woozi
Woozi walks in, sees you, and freezes like a deer in headlights. He immediately turns around, muttering, âOh no. Oh no, no, no.â He practically runs out, slamming the door behind him. Cue him sitting outside, face in his hands, whispering to himself, âI need to erase that from my memoryâŚâ When you finally come out, he canât look you in the eye for the rest of the day.
DK
DK lets out the biggest gasp, his whole face turning red. âIâI DIDNâT SEE ANYTHING, I SWEAR!â he yells, tripping over himself as he scrambles out. He stands outside the door, completely panicked, mumbling, âOh my god, oh my god, I canât believe that just happened.â Later, he keeps nervously giggling and blushing whenever he looks at you.
Mingyu
Mingyu walks in and immediately short-circuits. His eyes go wide, and he immediately covers his eyes with his hands. âI DIDNâT SEE ANYTHING!â he shouts, but heâs too flustered to move. He just stands there, frozen, peeking through his fingers like an idiot. When you yell at him to leave, he stumbles out, knocking over a chair in his panic.
The8
Minghao just smirks and crosses his arms. âWell, this is awkward⌠for you,â he teases, completely unbothered. He takes his sweet time turning around, just to mess with you. When you throw something at him, he laughs. âAlright, alright, Iâm leaving,â he says, still grinning smugly as he walks out. But expect him to bring it up later just to make you blush.
Seungkwan
Seungkwan gasps so loud youâd think he saw a ghost. âOH MY GODââ He throws his hands over his face, spins around so fast he almost falls over, and SPRINTS out of the room. Heâs outside, freaking out, mumbling, âWhy me?! Why did that happen?!â Later, heâs still dramatically apologizing, but he canât stop blushing whenever he sees you.
Vernon
Vernon just blinks, completely frozen. His brain stops working for a solid five seconds before he finally realizes whatâs happening. âOhâuh⌠my bad,â he says in the most awkwardly calm voice ever before slowly walking out like nothing happened. But donât be fooledâhis ears are BRIGHT red. He avoids eye contact with you for the rest of the day.
Dino
Dino freaks out instantly. He yelps, his whole face turning red in an instant. âIâI DIDNâT MEAN TO!â he stutters, slamming the door shut so fast it nearly comes off the hinges. He stumbles away, face in his hands, pacing back and forth as he tries to recover. Later, heâs still too shy to look at you, mumbling, âThat never happened, okay?â
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acts of service ⢠hjs
pairing: joshua x f!reader, established relationship
genre: fluff
synopsis: joshua takes care of you without you having to ask
warnings: none
a/n: iâm starting to look like a joshua stan which is funny because heâs not my svt bias but the brain plays funny tricks on us! but hope u enjoy :) unedited
âjoshua, my feet hurt,â you whine, smooshing your cheek against his shoulder. your feet are on fire from the tall, uncomfortable heels you wore on your date tonight. honestly, everything is uncomfortable right now, up to your dress feeling suffocating, and the headache you feel coming on.
âweâre almost at the house baby,â he says. heâs already given you his jacket because you didnât bring one, and itâs much windier than you guys expected. he doesnât know if he can give up his shoes too. âcan you hold on?â
âfine,â you huff. you know youâre just being dramatic because youâre just so uncomfortable, but you canât help it. you walk gingerly beside him, wincing with every step you take. it feels like your ankles are going to fall off, though youâre not too upset at the idea of that happening in the next five seconds. âshua, my feet hurt so bad!â you whine after another minute of unbearable pain.
he sighs quietly beside you and stops walking. âready?â he mutters, one arm slinging under your thighs and the other going across your back. you nod, and he swoops you into his arms bridal style. you circle your arms around his neck and smile to yourself.
âshua, youâre the best,â you sigh, head resting in his neck. he hums, but doesnât say anything. you decide to keep quiet the rest of the way, not wanting to make him more annoyed than you can tell he already is. he keeps his eyes straight ahead, just wanting to get home and crawl into bed.
finally, you arrive at the apartment building at he walks you over to the keypad to put the code in. you press the sequence of numbers in, and the door pops open. he walks through, careful not to hit your legs against the frame, and walks over to the elevator. joshua sets you down with a sigh, and flexes his hands to bring feeling back into them. âtoo heavy?â you joke, tone lighthearted.
âno, i lift more than you at the gym,â he mumbles, pressing the button to call the elevator, not even sparing you a glance. âjust cold.â you bite your bottom lip and stand there next to him, waiting.
âwant your jacket?â you ask.
âkeep it.â
the elevator dings and the doors slide open. ever the gentleman, he holds his arm in front of the doors so they donât slide closed, and waits for you to get in before he does. you press your floor number and lean against the wall, holding onto the support bars to take some of your weight off of your feet.
reaching your floor, you step out of the elevator and, wordlessly, joshua immediately lifts you back into his arms. he carries you down the hall and stops in front of the door. âkeys are in the right pocket,â he says. you dig your hand into the pocket of his coat to retrieve the keys, and unlock the door for the two of you.
joshua deposits you onto the kitchen counter and helps you out of his jacket. he disappears down the hall, leaving you with your headache and your aching feet. âgod, everything hurts,â you mumble, rolling your ankles in your shoes. âshua, can you help me take these off?â you ask when he comes back down the hallway.
you watch him suck in a breath, holding it for a moment before blowing it out. âof course,â he says, but itâs not the way youâd respond of course! to if somebody asked if you wanted to go to disneyland with them. he comes to a stop in front of you and picks up your foot, resting it on his thigh and begins unlacing your heel.
âthank you,â you say as he works your shoe off. you sigh in relief when your right foot is free from the heel, flexing and wiggling your toes. he takes your foot and softly massages it, and you feel so many things for him at once. âyouâre the best.â
he just smiles, annoyance evident in the tightness of his mouth, but doesnât look up at you. âi mean it. i know youâre annoyed with me right now, but i love and appreciate you so much,â you say.
joshua finally meets your eye, and his features soften. âi know, i love you too,â he leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. âyouâre quite the complainer tonight.â he mutters, kissing your forehead once more.
you smile with teeth at him, leaning back on your hands. âi knowâyouâre my rock,â joshua bends your leg and presses a kiss to your knee, flicking his eyes up to yours before working your other shoe off.
content sighs leave your lips when he pulls you heel off and massages your other foot. his fingers work deftly to bring down relief into your toes and pressure points, pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin. after a few moments, he stops and holds onto the counter, boxing your legs between his arms. âbetter?â
âmhm,â you say. he gives you a small smile before leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. you open your legs to bring him closer and then wrap them around his waist, crossing them at the ankles. âlove you.â you murmur, hand softly stroking the back of his head.
âi love you. anything else i can do for you?â he asks, teasingly pinching your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.
you lift your arms up like a little kid. âcarry me?â joshua chuckles and nods, kissing you once more before lifting you from the counter and hoisting you into his arms. he carries you down the hall to your shared bedroom, and tosses you onto the bed. he smiles when you shriek and giggle, bouncing a bit before settling on the bed. joshua grabs some pajamas out of the dresser: a pair of sleep pants for him, and one of his big t-shirts for you.
he helps you out of your dress, and laughs when you stretch like a cat. âthat bad?â
âhorrible.â
âwhyâd you wear it?â he asks, massaging your shoulders.
âfor you, bozo. and it looked nice,â you say, poking him in the side. joshua pokes you back, and the two of you have a mini poking war before his fingers begin to crawl over your skin, wiggling into your sides. âokay, stop! you win.â you say, hands griping his wrists tightly so he doesnât begin tickling you mercilessly.
he just grins at you and tugs his hands out of your grip. joshua helps slip the shirt over your head. the rest of your night goes something like that; joshua taking care of you without you having to ask for it. he helps you take off your makeup, and earrings and sets them in your jewelry tray before taking care of himself and doing his own night routine. he makes sure youâre tucked cutely in the bed before disappearing into the bathroom to handle his own business.
when he comes back in just his pajamas pants, you throw the duvet open for him. he smiles and slides in next to you, rolling onto his side to curl you into him. and this is what you love most about him, he just always knows what you need without you having to ask.
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first of all i love your work (im honestly obsessed <3), since your requests are opened, can i please request 14th member being drunk and the members taking care of her, im just craving protective and fluffy svt tbh :)
Lost & Found at 3 AM | Seventeen x 14thMember | angst, fluff



It was nearly 3 AM, and the Seventeen dorm was unusually quietâexcept for the sound of rapid button mashing and occasional exclamations coming from the living room. Most of the members were huddled around the TV, deeply immersed in an intense game tournament, while a few lounged on the couches, half-watching, half-dozing off.
Wonwoo stretched his arms and glanced at the clock on the wall, frowning slightly. "It's really late," he muttered. "Y/N still hasn't come back or texted."
"She said she was going out with her friends, right?" Joshua asked, looking up from his phone.
"Yeah, but even when she stays out late, she usually checks in," Wonwoo replied, concern creeping into his voice.
Mingyu, who was sipping on an energy drink, nodded in agreement. "Maybe she lost track of time?"
Just as he finished speaking, his phone lit up with an incoming call. Y/N's name flashed across the screen.
"Ah, finally!" Mingyu said, quickly answering. "Y/N, where are you?"
There was a pause before a giggle sounded through the phone, followed by slurred words. "Mingyu-yahhh~ you're sooo loud. Why are you yelling? Shhh, quiet, shh."
Mingyu's eyes widened. "Wait... Y/N, are you drunk?"
"Nooo, I'm just..." Another giggle. "Okay, maybe a little. But listen, listen, listenâ" She hiccupped. "I donât feel good. Can you come get me?"
The concern in Mingyu's chest deepened. "Of course. Where are you?"
Before she could respond, a male voice in the background interrupted. "Are you alone here? Want to come with me?"
There was a shuffle, and then Y/Nâs voice, suddenly more alert but still slurred, said, "No. Go away. I said no."
That was enough. Mingyu shot up from the couch, his jaw clenching. "We're coming now. Stay where you are."
Wonwoo was already on his feet, grabbing his keys. "Let's go."
Seungcheol, who had overheard the conversation, frowned. "Do you know where she is?"
Mingyu nodded. "She has her location shared with us."
Seungcheol exhaled sharply. "Be careful. Call us if anything happens."
With that, Mingyu and Wonwoo rushed out the door, moving fast. The streets were nearly empty, making the drive quicker than usual, but their minds were racing.
"What if sheâs really sick?" Mingyu muttered. "What if that guy doesnât leave her alone?"
"We get there before anything happens," Wonwoo said firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
They arrived at the location minutes later and immediately spotted Y/N sitting on a bench, looking visibly out of it. A man was standing nearby, speaking to her, though she kept shaking her head.
Without hesitation, the two approached with long strides, their presence alone making the stranger take a step back. "Sheâs with us," Wonwoo said, voice firm but controlled. "Leave."
The man scoffed but didn't argue, walking away without looking back. Mingyu crouched in front of Y/N, gently placing a hand on her arm. "Hey, we're here. Can you stand?"
Y/N blinked up at them with unfocused eyes, then grinned. "Mingyu-ya, you came! I was just... trying to... uh-oh."
She wobbled dangerously, and Mingyu caught her just in time. "Whoaâokay, youâre definitely not walking on your own."
Wonwoo sighed and bent down, easily scooping her up in his arms. "Let's get her home."
Y/N hummed contentedly. "Wonwoo, you're warm. You should carry me more often."
Mingyu chuckled, despite the situation. "Youâre gonna regret saying that tomorrow."
Back in the car, Y/N's face scrunched up. "I feel..." She barely got the words out before Mingyu grabbed a plastic bag just in time.
"There goes the alcohol," Wonwoo muttered, wincing.
"Shhh," Y/N whispered dramatically. "Respect the fallen drinks."
By the time they reached the dorm, Mingyu had called ahead, and the moment they walked in, a group of concerned faces met them.
"Is she okay?" Jeonghan asked, taking in her dazed expression.
"Drunk, sick, and exhausted," Wonwoo answered.
Dino sighed. "Alright, letâs get her changed and into bed."
Hoshi placed a cold water bottle on the nightstand while Seungkwan handed Mingyu a wet towel. "Clean her up a bit first."
Mingyu sat on the edge of Y/Nâs bed, gently wiping her face. "You good?"
Y/N blinked up at him sleepily. "Mhm. You guys are the best."
Joshua chuckled. "Tell us that when you're sober."
As Y/N finally dozed off, the members stood around for a moment, ensuring she was comfortable before stepping back.
"Alright," Seungcheol said, crossing his arms. "Tomorrow, we talk about party safety."
Mingyu sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah. But for now, sheâs home. Thatâs what matters."
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Home is Where They Are - SVT OT13
Warning: Fluff, Comfort, Found Family, Soft SEVENTEEN, Reader Having a Rough Day, GN!Reader Trope: Roommates AU, Found Family, Comfort After a Hard Day Word Count: 1.1k Synopsis: After a long, exhausting day at work, you come home completely drained. Your 13 chaotic yet caring roommates immediately notice and do everything they can to make you feel betterâwhether it's cooking your favorite meal, sitting with you in silence, or making you laugh. In the end, youâre reminded that home isnât just a placeâitâs the people who love you. Authorâs Note: This is pure comfort fluff! I wanted to capture the warmth of having people who just get you and know exactly what you need after a bad day. Hope this makes you feel as cozy as it made me while writing it. đ



The moment you stepped through the door, exhaustion weighed down your every movement, an invisible anchor dragging you towards the floor. Your bag slipped from your shoulder, landing on the worn wooden floor with a dull, heavy thud, echoing the weariness that permeated your bones. You barely had the energy to kick off your shoes, your feet aching in their confines, your body a symphony of protesting muscles after a long, draining day at work.
The usual cacophony inside the apartment, a vibrant, chaotic symphony of thirteen young men, had come to a complete, abrupt stop. DK and Hoshi, who were previously engaged in a boisterous, borderline violent argument over a video game, their voices usually bouncing off the walls, froze mid-sentence. The air shifted instantly, the playful energy dissipating, replaced by a quiet, concerned stillness. Your tired expression, the lines etched around your eyes, the slump in your shoulders, was enough to silence even the two most hyperactive members of the group.
"Bad day?" Joshuaâs voice was soft, careful, a gentle question that didnât demand an answer, but offered a space for one. You nodded, a sigh escaping your lips, a heavy, ragged sound that spoke volumes, as you dragged yourself further into the living room, each step a monumental effort.
Seungcheol was on his feet before you could even articulate your exhaustion, his strong, reassuring hands resting gently on your shoulders, kneading the tense muscles beneath your work clothes. "Go sit down. Donât worry about anything else, okay?" His voice was firm, yet tender, a comforting directive that you were too weary to resist.
You didnât have the energy to protest, to feign strength or offer a polite denial. Instead, you let him guide you to the worn, comfortable couch, where Woozi and Junhui, usually engrossed in their own creative pursuits, quietly made space for you. They didnât say anything, simply offering the silent comfort of their presence, a wordless reassurance that you werenât alone. You sank into the cushions, your head tilting back against the soft fabric, your eyes closing as you exhaled, the sound a mixture of relief and utter depletion.
The silence that followed was not awkward or tense, but a warm, comforting blanket, a shared understanding that you needed a moment to simply exist, to breathe. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a gentle clatter of pots and pans began, a subtle, reassuring rhythm. Mingyu was already rummaging through the fridge, his movements purposeful and efficient. "Wonwoo, grab that pot. Weâre making their favorite."
Wonwoo, who wasnât known for his culinary prowess but was deeply familiar with the subtle language of comfort, simply nodded and started assisting, his usually stoic expression softened with concern. The sounds of chopping vegetables and soft, murmured conversation filtered through the apartment, a comforting background noise, a gentle hum that filled the space with warmth and familiarity.
Vernon approached next, his tall, lanky frame moving with a quiet grace. Wordlessly, he handed you a small bar of dark chocolate, your favorite. He didnât make a big deal out of it, didnât ask questions or offer platitudes, just placed it in your hands with a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of your weariness, before settling into a nearby armchair, his presence a quiet comfort. The warmth in your chest grew just a little, a small flicker of gratitude igniting in the face of such thoughtful kindness.
Joshua reappeared moments later, carrying a warm mug of herbal tea, its delicate aroma filling the air. He placed it on the coffee table in front of you, the steam curling upwards like a gentle whisper. "Drink when youâre ready," he murmured, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping back, allowing you the space you needed.
Minutes passed in comforting silence, each tick of the clock a gentle reminder that you were safe, surrounded by people who cared. Then, as if a silent agreement had been reached, Seungkwan and Dino decided enough was enough, the quiet concern shifting into their usual brand of boisterous, playful energy. "Alright, we canât just sit here like weâre at a funeral. Tell meâwho do we need to fight?" Seungkwan asked, crossing his arms dramatically, his voice laced with mock seriousness.
Dino nodded in agreement, puffing up his chest in a comical display of bravado. "Yeah, name one person, and weâll take care of it. We'll make them regret crossing you."
A tired chuckle slipped past your lips, a small, involuntary sound that broke the tension. "I donât think my boss would appreciate that."
"Weâll make it look like an accident," Seungkwan deadpanned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
A genuine laugh bubbled up in your chest, a wave of warmth spreading through you, and just like that, the heavy weight of the day started to melt away. Dino and Seungkwan continued their antics, launching into exaggerated reenactments of their own âhorribleâ days, complete with dramatic sighs and over-the-top gestures, making you laugh even more, the sound a welcome release.
"You wouldn't believe it," Dino exclaimed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "My ramen was slightly overcooked! A tragedy!"
"And mine," Seungkwan added, clutching his chest dramatically, "My phone died right before I was about to win a game! The horror!"
As you laughed, the tension in your shoulders eased, the knot in your stomach loosened. You took a sip of the warm tea, the soothing liquid calming your frayed nerves.
When Mingyu and Wonwoo finally emerged from the kitchen, carrying steaming plates of your favorite mealâa comforting mix of spicy kimchi jjigae and fluffy riceâyou swore you couldâve cried. The aroma alone was enough to make your mouth water, a promise of warmth and sustenance. "Iâd like to take full credit for this masterpiece," Mingyu announced proudly, placing a plate in front of you.
"You literally almost set the stove on fire," Wonwoo deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
"Details," Mingyu scoffed, placing the plate in front of you with a flourish. "Eat up."
As you began to eat, the warmth of the food spreading through you, the exhaustion from work hadnât disappeared, but it no longer felt as unbearable. You werenât alone. You never were.
"It was just⌠one of those days," you began, your voice a little shaky, a little rough. "Everything went wrong. The client was impossible, the presentation crashed, and then the train was delayed. I just felt⌠overwhelmed."
You looked up at them, your eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "I know it sounds silly, but I just needed to come home."
Seungcheol, who had been watching you with a gentle, understanding gaze, pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "It doesnât sound silly at all. Weâve got you. Always."
The simple words, spoken with such sincerity, were enough to make your heart swell. You looked around at the thirteen faces, each one filled with warmth and affection, and you knew that you were truly home.
"Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for everything."
The rest of the evening unfolded in a haze of warmth and laughter. They shared stories, played games, and simply enjoyed each otherâs company. The exhaustion from the day was still there, a dull ache in your muscles, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of belonging, the knowledge that you were loved and supported.
As the night drew to a close, and you finally retreated to your room, the words echoed in your mind: "Weâve got you. Always." And that was enough. More than enough. It was everything.
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Will You Stay, Please?
Word Count:524 Summary: âIs that what you really want? Or are you just waiting for me to tell you to stay?â Pairing: Joshua X Fem Reader
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The air was still, heavy with unspoken words. Joshua stood under the streetlamp, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat, while she stood a few feet away, her arms wrapped around hersefas if shielding against the cold.
It wasnât supposed to end like this, was it? Not after all the moments sheâd sharedâthe whispered dreams at midnight, the arguments where neither of them would back down, and the way his laughter had always been her favorite sound. But here she was, on opposite sides of the invisible chasm that had grown between them.
Joshuaâs gaze lingered on her, his lips pressed together as if holding back everything he wanted to say. âItâs okay,â she finally whispered, breaking the silence. Her voice trembled just enough to betray her. âIf this is how it has to be⌠Iâll let go.â
His breath hitched, and his fingers curled into fists inside his pockets. The words echoed in his ears, but they didnât feel right. Not at all. He wanted to tell her to stay, to fight, to try one more time. But what if she didnât want that? What if sheâd already made up her mind?
âIs that really what you want?â he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
She blinked, caught off guard by the question. âWhat?â
âLetting go,â he said, taking a step closer. His eyes, warm and full of hesitation, searched hers. âIs that what you really want? Or are you just waiting for me to tell you to stay?â
Her heart clenched at his words. The Joshua she knew was kind and patient, but rarely this direct. His gaze pinned her in place, and for a moment, she felt the weight of all the memories theyâd built together. The good, the bad, and everything in between.
âI donât know,â she admitted, her voice breaking. âI donât want to keep hurting you. I donât want us to keep hurting each other.â
Joshua sighed, his shoulders dropping as he closed the distance between her. âWeâve had our fights. Weâve said things we didnât mean. But you know what I always come back to?â He reached out, hesitating for a second before gently brushing a tear from her cheek. âYou. Itâs always you.â
Her breath caught, the walls sheâd built around her heart trembling under the weight of his words. âJoshuaâŚâ
âIf you want to go, I wonât stop you,â he said softly, his hand lingering against her cheek. âBut if thereâs even a part of you that wants to stay, tell me. Just tell me, and weâll figure it out.â
She stared at him, her chest tight with emotions sheâd tried so hard to suppress. And then, finally, she let them spill over. âI donât want to go,â she whispered. âI never wanted to.â
Relief washed over his face, and a small, hopeful smile tugged at his lips. âThen stay,â he said, his voice tender but resolute. âStay with me.â
And just like that, the weight between she began to lift. There were no guarantees, no promises of perfection, but there was hope. And for now, that was enough.
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candy | yoon jeonghan {TEASER}
SYNOPSIS. After moving back into the city to be closer with friends and family, you start receiving letters from an unknown sender in your mail. When curiosity gets the better of you, you decide to respond, and what begins as a simple sweet-tasting exchange soon blossoms into something more with someone youâve never metâor so you think. But as the snow continues to fall, you find yourself confronting the bitter-tasting feelings you thought were long buried back in your youth, as well as the person whoâs been hiding in plain sight all along. Loosely inspired from vocal unitâs, Candy. PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (ft. soonyoung, mingyu, joshua, seokmin, seungkwan) GENRE. fluff, penpal au, angst, exes to lovers, second chance romance WARNINGS. swearing, alcohol and food consumption, mental health mentions, jeonghan and reader broke up on bad terms, so much longing!!! and pining!!!!!, one-bed trope, unfortunately they're still in love and are lil idiots đ WORD COUNT (FOR THE TEASER). 1.5k WORD COUNT. (FOR FULL FIC). 15k-20k
notes: me publishing this in the hopes i won't hate this when i finish it (it's almost done)! anyway, this is my teaser for the @camandemstudios "winter with you" collab! if you'd like to be tagged specifically for this fic, feel free to leave a comment/ask! to sign up for the taglist for the entire collab, you can fill it out here!
You donât know why youâre standing in front of the cafĂŠ again.Â
Itâs late, far later than you intended to be out. Bags of convenience store food are tightly gripped in your hands, snow crunching beneath your feet as you take another step towards the door of the cafe, before stepping back again.Â
You feel ridiculous standing there, like the answer lies right behind the door, and all you had to do was push it open. The soft glow of the lights inside spills through the frosted glass, casting warm hues on the snowy pavement. The temptation to just walk away gnaws at you.Â
What are you even hoping to accomplish here?
You sigh, your breath floating like wisps in the cold air, shaking your head dismissively. The bags in your hands crinkle as you shift your grip, trying to convince yourself that this is a bad idea. But then, as if on autopilot, your feet move forward, and as you are about to push through the door, it swings open by itself.Â
Jeonghan steps out, his coat slung loosely over his shoulders, his blonde hair catching the soft light. He freezes when he sees you, the surprise in his eyes giving way to something elseđsomething unreadable. And you could only stand there, like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, or minute, maybe even a whole damn hour, neither of you speak.Â
Heâs the first to break the silence.
âDid you want to come in?â he asks.
âIđno,â You stammer, gripping the bags in your hands even tighter. âI was just passing by.â
Jeonghan simply stares at you for a beat or two, his lips forming a thin line.
âYou were never really a good liar, you know.â
You wince at the words, even though they aren't said harshly. Itâs the fact that he still knows you so well, despite everything thatâs passed between the two of you. It makes the sting go even deeper into your heart. The years apart have changed you, shaped you in ways that shouldâve made him a stranger.Â
And yet, here he is, looking at you like nothingâs different.Â
âOkay, I was⌠I was thinking of getting some coffee befoređâ
âSince when did you become a coffee person?â
The slight quirk you catch on his lips makes your stomach twist into an uneasy knot. You hate how he seems to still know you like the lines on the back of your hand, hate how he can still read you so easily, even after all this time.
You hate how you canât fully hate him, even if youâve convinced yourself enough times that youâre supposed to.Â
Jeonghanâs eyes flicker curiously over you once more, and thereâs a slight shiver to your limbs that he catches sight of.
âDo you want to come inside? I could give you some coffee before Iđâ
âNo,â You cut him off sharply, the words slipping out before you can stop them. âIâm fine. I just... I donât want anything from you.â
Jeonghanâs expression falters, the familiar trace of concern flickering behind his eyes. It makes you nearly want to give in, but you refuse to show that vulnerability, because you donât want to feel that way again. You donât want to be the person who needs him. You canât let yourself fall back into his orbit, because does the sun really care if you burn yourself trying to get close to it again?
He doesnât move, his eyes narrowing and softening into something contemplative. His gaze still doesnât leave you, studying the way you stand, as if trying to figure out whatâs going on inside your head. He brushes a stray lock of hair behind his ear and steps back up a fraction, letting his shoulders deflate in what may be defeat.
âItâs really been a while, hasnât it?âÂ
You swallow hard. You canât deny that itâs been so long, but here he is, standing in front of you, almost the same, yet so different. Maybe itâs the more mature look in his eyes, but something about him feels less like the Jeonghan you once knew, and you canât quite place your finger on why that makes you even more unsettled.
âYeah. It has.â
Jeonghan shifts between his two feet and stuffs his hands inside the pockets of his coat. You remember how easily cold he would get back then, always wrapping himself in layers even when the air wasnât particularly chilly or sneaking his hands into your pockets as an excuse to get close with you.Â
A part of you wishes heâd just leave. You wish you could escape to avoid this conversation. But youâre stuck here, frozen under his gaze, as if time has both stretched and shrunk all at once. The very thing you feared was happeningđyouâre back where it all began.
âYou look great,â he says, the words coming out softer than you expect.
Your heart skips, and you curse at it mentally for betraying you. âJeonghan, you canât justđâ
âCanât just what?â he interrupts gently, almost teasingly, and it makes the words die in your throat. His expression holds none of the coldness it used to. No. This is different.Â
You suck in a deep breath, shaking your head as if trying to clear the fog thatâs settling over your mind. You want to tell him to stop looking at you like that, to stop making everything feel so complicated, to stop making your heart flutter yet hide itself away. But the words donât come out right.
âI⌠I didnât come here for you, you know,â You confess weakly, and you hate how easily your voice crumbles.Â
Jeonghan doesnât respond right away. His eyes flicker down to the bags in your hands, and then back to you, studying the way you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Thereâs a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âYeah?â Thereâs a faint smirk to his features as he steps closer to you, but not enough to close the distance completely. âThen what are you doing here?â
The cold air nips achingly at the skin of your cheek, your lips pursing into a thin line to keep anything from spilling out.Â
âI donât know.â
Youâre met with an arch of a brow, an incredulous look plaguing his features. You hate it. You want him to stop looking at you like he has the answer to your thoughts, like he knows more about what youâre going through than you do. But youâve already dug yourself in a holeđyou just lied in front of him, and he knows.Â
Jeonghan takes another step closer, the distance between the two of you shrinking by a fraction, as if testing the waters. Heâs so close now. Too close. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body, the same warmth that once made you feel safe. The same warmth that you ran from when everything fell apart between you.
And you take that chance to run away again.
âI should go,â You let out nimbly, clutching the bags in your hands, turning your back toward him, not before muttering out a quiet, âIâll⌠see you around.â
Jeonghan watches as you walk away, and you feel his eyes shoot lasers through you as the distance between the two of you grows.Â
When he brings his gaze down to the snow-covered pavement, he lightly chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as if heâs caught between a sigh and a laugh. Itâs not mocking, though. Thereâs something softer in it, perhaps heavier, sadder. But of course, you donât hear it. Youâre too far away now.Â
You donât dare look back. If you do, you know youâll fall apart.
Dear 526, Hello. Sorry, itâs been a few days since Iâve opened my mail. Promise me youâve been keeping warm, or else. Sending my thanks to Google as I write this, literally. Strange times continue, Iâm afraid. Letâs just say someone walked back into my life unexpectedly, and now Iâm trying to figure out if itâs a blessing or a curse. All the memories came back with them too. A blessing because I havenât seen them in a long time; a curse because it was simply my fault for screwing up things with them in the first place. I donât know. Does that make sense? Sorry, Iâm rambling. You said you donât mind long letters, though, so hereâs me testing the waters. Anyway, how have you been settling in the city? I can imagine it must be quite daunting. Keep hanging in there, though. - 017
To 017, Funny that you mention memories. Theyâve been on my mind a lot too. As for your question, I think I understand. Do you ever wonder why we hold onto certain memories so tightly? Even the painful ones? Itâs like a part of you is afraid to let them go because you feel like youâd lose pieces of yourself along with them. Itâs complicated. Maybe thatâs a little too philosophical for this letter. I guess Iâve been in my head too much. Perhaps the past isnât as easy to leave behind as we think. Other than that, I hope this person doesnât cause you too much heartache. Iâll fight them if you need me to. I think Iâve been making peace with the city. Some days are good. Some days are bad. But maybe this is where Iâve always belonged. - 526
Once again, you pin 017âs letter on your refrigerator, a soft smile tugging at your lips.
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