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okay. first all iâm very sorry for the fact this took me so long to reblog đ doing this on my phone so the lag is annoying me but youâll hear from me in the tags HEHEHE
Accidentally Kidnapping A Mafia Boss (Yoon Jeonghan)
Reverse Trope Series Installment 2
Pairing - Yoon Jeonghan x afab!reader
Word Count - 70K 29K (please congratulate me, cutting down was the hardest thing I've ever done)
Genre - Strangers to something more I guess? Minimal crack (I had to choose between humour and sexual tension - it was painful, like choosing a favourite child), angst (just a small splash) and smut (loads of it, warnings under the cut)
Warnings - mentions of kidnapping and mafia, one scene where hands are thrown (But just to be clear, this is not like your usual mafia fics - itâs not dark or violent), mention of dub-con in OC's past
A/n -Those who are up to date with the teasers can jump directly for day 1 I guess! Anyways, this fic should have been a whole ass series, it was such a task finishing it in under 30K phew. I hope you enjoy this roller coaster - your comments, reblogs and tags are all very very appreciated! I shall put out an announcement when the next Reverse Trope installment is coming - for now, its time for Camp Seventeen!
Smut warnings - there's a bunch of call girls, masturbation-almost?, voyeurism, multiple smut scenes (3 or 4 idk), exhibitionism (nobody saw them though), fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, unprotected sex (please don't be stupid like them), multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), okay I hope we're done
"You're being a real pain in my ass right now." "I don't see how itâs an issue since thatâs not much of an ass." Seokmin glared at Seungkwan. "Just because some stupid college club awarded you a silly superlative-" "-best bakery in town is not a âsillyâ superlative-" "-like once-" "-twice. In a row-" "-doesn't mean-" "-absolutely does-" "Will you two shut up?" You hissed under your breath looking around. "Are you trying to get us all caught?" Seungkwan clicked his tongue annoyed. "You're acting like we're in the middle of a crime." Your eyes flickered from Seokmin to Seungkwan before landing on the third guy in between them, the one who was unconscious and being held up with his arms thrown over the shoulders of his friends. "Last I checked, kidnapping is a crime." You pointed out. Seokmin rolled his eyes. "Prank-ing your friend isn't." "That is if Soonyoung decides he wants to save your sorry ass." "Again, not much of an ass-" "I swear to god Kwan-" Groaning you covered your ears to shut out all the bickering. That night when drunk Soonyoung had pushed your buttons, consequently leading to the events of tonight, you did not think it would be this hard.Â
The plan was simple - on Mondays, Soonyoung was in charge of closing the BBQ shop where all 3 of your closest friends worked. His routine was fairly straightforward - first he clears and cleans all the tables, then he closes the kitchen, then changes out of his uniform and finally wraps it up by locking the main door. That's where you would get him, right as he closed the doors. You were to take him by surprise from the back, cover his face with a black cloth bag, bring him to your apartment and tie him up leaving him immobile, blinded and helpless. One might wonder why such cruelty when you called him a friend but you would argue that Soonyoung deserved it. After all, last night he hadn't stopped mentioning how boring you were and how your life was so uninteresting and how you didn't have a single exciting adventure while he had a shit ton of them. Well, today you were about to give yourself, and him, a story to tell.
Now things did go according to plan, for the most part. Seokmin and Seungkwan were first reluctant to be a part of this madness but that was until you brought up the prospect of Soonyoung being scared enough to hopefully piss in his pants. Intrigued by the idea, they joined and all three of you waited in the bushes, watching your friend's silhouette moving around the shop, putting things away, cleaning up. Just as he reappeared after changing, hurriedly trying to leave the shop, the three of you got to action, approaching him silently from the back, swiftly holding him by the hands and putting the bag over his face. What you didn't take into account in this plan was just how much resistance Soonyoung would show, God knows why you didn't consider his adrenaline driven reaction, but man did he put up a fight. It was only natural you retaliate and so instinctively, you landed a smack on his head with the torch in your hand knocking him out, making him buckle into the pavement as the two other boys caught him, looking at you bewildered. That was perhaps just the beginning of your problems because now you had to very un-suspiciously drag a very unconscious man to your apartment in the dead of the night. It would have helped if this neighbourhood was even a little sketchy but being a quiet, painfully uneventful suburb meant even the smallest of things was seen with high scrutiny. So far, the three of you had somehow managed to make it from the restaurant to your building undetected but it was getting from the first floor to your house that was the real task since the building's resident old woman decided she wanted to feed the stray cats at 2 am.Â
"How much longer are we gonna have to do this?" Seungkwan groaned. "He's surprisingly not that heavy but my arm is starting to sleep." "Yeah, this joke isn't as funny anymore-" "Will you two just keep quiet?" You turned to them annoyed. "She'll be gone in a few minutes and then we can move. Didn't you two say you wanted Soonyoung to shut up for a few days?â Seokmin mumbled a yes under his breath while Seungkwan nodded hesitating. Hoping for some silence after this, you turned to watch the old woman stroking the cat softly as it slowly nibbled its food. Although your patience was really being tested, something told you if you didn't go through this plan, in another 40 years, you'd be exactly like that old lady - lonely, boring and feeding stray cats. Terrified by that thought, you held it together even though it took a whole 15 minutes for the scene to clear. As the three, no four of you, proceeded towards your apartment, the stray cat watched, licking its paw.Â
Seungkwan and Seokmin groaned in relief as they half threw Soonyoung onto the chair you pulled to the middle, rubbing their aching shoulders. Scouring the drawers, you pulled out a rope with a soft âahaâ making them turn towards your unnaturally happy self. Soonyoung stirred in his chair. âYou're a little too excited about this-â âShhh!â You covered Seokmin's mouth with your hand, whispering. âIf you talk, he'll know it's us, then it's not scary anymore.â âFrankly, I think the kidnapping and knocking him out cold must have been scary enough already.â âNot enoughâ You glared as Soonyoung let out a soft groan, letting you know he was coming around. âQuick, take out your phone and open one of those AI apps. We'll type what we want to say and use the bot voice - that way he'll have no idea.â All three of you huddled, glancing at the phone as Seungkwan typed something quickly, pressing play to let the low toned automated voice echo through the room. âI cannot wait to see Soonyoung shit his pants.â Seokmin giggled as your lips curled into a pleased smile. Oh, he was surely going to shit his pants. âAnd why would I do that?â Soonyoung's voice sounded confused. âBecause we-â Seokmin looked up, freezing mid-sentence, noticing the voice did not come from the person before him. All three of you exchanged looks realising the same before slowly turning around. Soonyoung was standing at the entrance like he just walked in, looking bewildered. Before any of you could process the situation, he pointed over your shoulders, frowning.
âAnd who's that?â
Oh.Â
âAnd why is he wearing my clothes?âÂ
Oh no.
You turned back to see the man in question, slowly pull the black bag from over his head, shaking his golden tresses away from his face. Oh lord was he gorgeous. As he blinked his eyes open, wondering where the hell he was, you were busy running your eyes all over his pretty features and suddenly, in that short span of 20 seconds, you had memorised where every single mole on his face was. Seokmin and Seungkwan meanwhile, held your arms on either side half hiding behind you which was stupid considering you were the biggest coward in the room. But somehow, as the man before you looked at all of you with narrowed, accusing eyes and tried to stand up, you swung your arm and smacked him right on the head with the torch again. All three boys gawked at you as the man fell back into the chair again, head rolling to the side, unconscious. âWhat the hell mate-â âI'm sorry I panicked!â âWill someone tell me what's happening? Why is he wearing my clothes-â âShut up Soonyoung.â Seungkwan turned to you looking terrified. âDo you have any idea what you've done?â âHey, this can't be just on me, we all thought it was Soonyoung-â âMe???â â-how is this only my fault-â âBecause!â Seungkwan raised his voice pointing a shaking finger. âThe man you just knocked out again, that'sâŠthat'sâŠ.â âThat'sâŠâ Seokmin's eyes widened in realisation. âThat's the cityâs most infamous mafia boss, Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
âThey aren't picking up.â You sighed, pacing around the room. âWhy aren't they picking up??âÂ
All three boys who were perched on the breakfast bar shrugged, continuing to munch on their chocolate bars.
âYâall are awfully calm considering the mess weâve landed in.âÂ
âThe mess you landed us in.â Soonyoung, who had been filled about the situation, pointed out, licking his fingers. âIf you hadnât tried to pull that terrible prank on me-âÂ
âOkay Kwon, I donât need this right now.â You rolled your eyes and Soonyoung made a mocking face before returning to his snack. Sighing, you dialed the number again, hoping for a response at least this time.Â
âVoicemail. Again!â You squeezed your phone, nearly throwing it across the room, half screaming in frustration. The boys hissed, signaling you to shut up as you bit your tongue and turned towards the elephant in the room.Â
Well, not a literal elephant, he was barely one sixteenth its size, the figurative elephant, Yoon Jeonghan.Â
He still sat, unconscious and beautiful as ever, only his hands were now tied behind the chair, securing him in place. Seokmin insisted it was necessary considering this would be his second time attempting to try and escape. When you had expressed your confusion, Seungkwan pulled out his phone, flipped through his gallery and showed you a picture he had clicked in the city a few days ago - a poster with Jeonghanâs face on it, a text on the bottom.Â
Dangerous criminal Yoon Jeonghan escaped from prison on the 15th of August. Please be cautious and if seen, call the number below. A reward of 20,000 dollars is offered for any incriminating information.Â
The moment all of you finished reading, it was like a switch flipped.Â
Soonyoung immediately secured Jeonghan's hands, Seokmin darkened the room, turning off all the lights and Seungkwan shut all the curtains, shoving his phone into your hands. You though, just stood frozen, watching all of them getting to work, unable to comprehend the situation. It was only when Seungkwan shook you physically telling you to call that number that you finally came to your senses, quickly dialing it.Â
Since then, it had been over an hour and you had called almost 48 times unsuccessfully, much to your frustration but not so much to the boys. They simply continued to raid your snack drawer, chattering away in hushed whispers. You on the other hand wanted to pull your hair out.Â
âWhy do you look so distressed hon?â Soonyoung looked at you, worried.
âWhy?â You raised your eyebrows. âWhy?? Can you not see why? Do you not understand how risky it is keeping him here-â You shot the unconscious man a glance, whispering. âWhat if he wakes up?âÂ
âThen you knock him out again.â Seungkwan chuckled. âThis is not a joke you guys.â You tried to be heard above all the reenacting and laughing. âI get that the 20k offer looks enticing but should we take a risk this big-âÂ
âYou think this is about the money?â Seokmin looked at you almost offended. âHeâs a criminal Y/n, handing him over to the cops is doing whatâs right! Thatâs our duty as responsible citizens-âÂ
âWell this canât be the only way to go about it? Iâm sure there are other ways-âÂ
âLike what?â Seungkwan frowned curiously.Â
âI donât know.â You bit your lower lip, turning to Jeonghan, hands shaking nervously. âWe could go out there and find a cop-âÂ
âWhen was the last time you even saw a cop in this vicinity?â Soonyoung raised an amused eyebrow.
âFine, then weâll take him to the nearest police station?âÂ
âThatâs almost twenty five miles from here.â Soonyoung pointed out. âWhat if on the way he becomes un-unconscious-âÂ
âConscious.âÂ
â-then wouldnât we be in more danger?âÂ
Sighing, you buried your face in your hands, shaking your head. âOh god, how did we get ourselves stuck in a situation this terrible-.âÂ
âOh come on, it's not so bad.â Seungkwan clicked his tongue. âIt's not like we're committing a crime, in fact we are doing the complete opposite of it, you should be proud of us.âÂ
âI prefer my sanity over pride please, thank you.âÂ
Soonyoung clapped his hand. âSo let's get you your vanity back-â Â
âSanity.âÂ
â-the more we try to call that number, the sooner we manage to contact the cops and before you know it, he'll be gone and all of this will be over.â
Sighing, you handed the phone to him, gesturing that he try now, sick of hearing the voicemail message over and over again. No sooner after he reached for it, a loud ringtone began echoing in the room making all of you jump cause a. it was really loud and b. it was not coming from this phoneâŠ..
All four of you exchanged looks turning to the source of the sound - the pocket on the inside of Jeonghanâs jacket.Â
Noticing how Jeonghan was starting to slightly stir, Seungkwan quickly moved closer to him, pulling out his phone, fingers moving swiftly to mute. As it continued to vibrate in his hand, the rest of you gathered around, looking at the screen over his shoulder - Assistant 1, annoying, do not pick up. But before any of you had to make the executive decision whether or not to lift the phone, thank god for the timing, the call ended, allowing you all to take a sigh of relief.Â
Trying to catch your breath again, just as you almost moved back to your original position, it rang again, somehow even more loudly this time and like an idiot in his hurry, Seungkwan accidentally lifted the call, making you gasp and almost scream.Â
âNo, donât-âÂ
âBoss.â Though it was barely audible, he sounded exasperated. âPlease tell me youâre not with a girl.âÂ
As Seungkwan put the call on speaker, the boys looked at you, signaling you to talk. Looking lost, you stuttered. âI uhâŠyes, heâs with me.âÂ
âOf course he is.â His voice boomed in the room. âI need to talk to him.âÂ
You hesitated, looking at Jeonghan still sitting slumped. âIâm afraid he canât come to the phone right now.âÂ
âAnd why not?âÂ
âCause heâs tied up?â You shook your head fast, when your friends looked at you wide eyed - now was not the time for truths??? âI mean heâs tied up with some work-âÂ
âOh please, thereâs no need to cover up.â The man sounded amused. âI always had a feeling that this was one of his kinks.âÂ
You looked at the screen mortified. Did he just say kinks? âIâm sorry what???âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry youâre stuck with that sadist of a man. If youâre free after youâre done with him, I assure you, I could show you a much better time.âÂ
Gasping inaudibly, you felt the heat in your cheeks rising. âIâm not aâŠ. no, god no. Heâs tied up as in, unconscious and tied up. Kidnapped, unconscious and tied up.âÂ
The boysâ jaws dropped in disbelief. What the hell were you blabbering?Â
âDid you just say you kidnapped him?âÂ
Hands shivering you tried to shove the phone into someone else's hands, only for all of them to quite literally run away.Â
âWoman, Iâm asking you something. Did you just say you kidnapped Jeonghan? The Yoon Jeonghan?â He paused, as you moved, standing in front of the man in question, watching him carefully. âDo you even know who he is?âÂ
âIâŠ.yes.â You sighed, sweat rolling down your forehead. âYes I know who he is and look, it's a long story that I canât explain right now and Iâm sorry you had to find out this way but Iâm calling the cops and handing him over tonight.â
âYou called me to tell me that you were handing him to the cops?âÂ
âActually you called-â Â
âAnd for what? That measly twenty k?â He scoffed. âI know what youâre doing here - Iâll give you thirty in exchange for him.âÂ
And suddenly, all the boys were around the phone.Â
âNo thank you.â You shook your head. âThis isnât about the money, itâs about doing the right thing and that is to hand him over-âÂ
âWow youâre really playing that card?â He sighed. âFine, Iâll give you fifty.âÂ
At this point, Seungkwan lunged for his phone, narrowly missing it as you swiftly moved your hand away, surprised.Â
âSeventy five?âÂ
Seokmin tried to reach for it too, but you were too quick for him too, moving away, looking at them incredulously. What the hell were they doing now?Â
âFinal offer, a hundred thousand or I have other ways-âÂ
âDone.â Soonyoung, the nimblest of them all, quickly grabbed the phone from your hands talking into it. âHundred thousand and heâs yours.âÂ
âKwon-âÂ
Seokmin covered your mouth, holding you back. âWe want it in cash.âÂ
âThat might be an issue-â The man on the phone let out a tired breath. â-things are tight now, cash will be hard.âÂ
âItâs cash or he goes to the cops.â Seokmin continued, still holding you back with his strong arms, rendering your struggles pointless.
The line went quiet on the other side. The boys look at each other, worried.Â
âFine.â He finally agreed as they sighed in relief. âBut Iâll need about ten days to arrange for it.âÂ
âWe are in no hurry.â Seungkwan added. âWhenever you send the cash, weâll send him.âÂ
âAnd till then?âÂ
âTill then, heâll be here, with us.â Soonyoung confirmed, earning a protest from you that drowned out.Â
âI hope you remember that the cops are actively looking for him-âÂ
âWe do. Which is why you need to make sure the money reaches us by the tenth day.â Seungkwan pointed out. âOtherwise you know where heâs going.âÂ
âNo donâtâŠ.â The man sighed. âThereâs no need to make such hasty decisions, youâll get your money.âÂ
âGood, keep in touch on this number and let us know when you have the cash ready andâŠ.that's all, okay bye.âÂ
Seungkwan spoke quickly before he cut the call and all the boys looked at each other amazed. When Seokmin finally released you, he shrieked as you landed a few harmless punches on him, hard and fast.
âAre you insane???â You looked around. âAre all of you insane?âÂ
âHon,â Soonyoung held you by the shoulders, shaking them. âItâs a hundred thousand dollars-âÂ
âI thought it was not about the money.â You narrowed your eyes at him. âI thought you wanted to be a responsible citizen-âÂ
âOh please itâs always about the money.â Seokmin walked over and fell back onto the couch. âA hundred thousand dollars, wow, Iâve never even heard of so much money in my life.â
âCanât believe Iâm going to be a millionaire.â Soonyoung joined him on, earning an eye roll from you.Â
âHow exactly?â You crossed your arms. âItâs twenty five thousand dollars a person.âÂ
âSo you are agreeing to be a part of it!â Seungkwan clapped happily, ignoring your words of protest. âWeâre all going to be so rich.âÂ
âTwenty five thousand dollars isnât exactly a fortune-âÂ
âIt might not be for you, but not all of us have dropped out of college and are running our own freelance business from the comfort of our grandmotherâs apartment.â Seokmin pointed out. âWe could really use the money.âÂ
âThatâs fair but-âÂ
âNo âbutsâ now.â Seungkwan raised his hand to stop you. âCome on Y/n, do this for us? All we ask is for ten days. Donât you remember when you moved to this locality, we were the only ones there for you? For 2 whole years weâve been with you through thick and thin-âÂ
Thud.
Seungkwan stuttered to a stop, turning around at the sound. The rest of you shifted around too to see what happened, heartbeat rapidly rising when you realized that Jeonghan was stirring awake..... and more importantly, the knot that âbelieve me I'm an expertâ Soonyoung had tied around his hands had come undone, the rope falling to the floor.Â
Wincing, Jeonghan opened his eyes slowly as all of you froze, watching the infamous mafia boss raise his head, blinking in the darkness.Â
You panicked, noticing that your one and only weapon here, your trusty torchlight, was far from you, right by his foot. Wondering if it was dark enough, considering the room was only lit by the soft and minimal glow of the streetlights pouring in, you slowly inched towards Jeonghan who still seemed like he hadn't fully come around. Just as you reached him, bending to pick up the torch, Seungkwan, who was inching back to press himself against the wall and somehow blend into it, pressed against the switches, the lights instantly turning on, illuminating the whole room.Â
Jeonghan slowly looked up, eyes meeting yours, lips parting softly.Â
You opened your mouth to scream or say something, you canât remember what exactly, instead resorting to just staring at the way his hair beautifully framed his face, long eyelashes touching the curve of his cheeks as he blinked. As you continued to remain frozen, his eyes ran over the features of your face, before his lips curled into a small smile.
âI love you.âÂ
You snapped out of your trance in a second, jaw dropping.Â
âGod I really love you.â He repeated, as you quickly grabbed the torch and moved back hurriedly and Seokmin, clearly your most sensible friend, quickly got up, putting himself between you and Jeonghan.
âWhat did he say?â Seokmin looked at you over his shoulder, mumbling.Â
âYouâreâŠ.â Seungkwan took a small, careful step. âYouâre not mad?âÂ
âMy head does hurt like a bitch.â Jeonghan cocked his head at you who was half hiding behind your biggest friend. âBut I would have been more mad if I was in jail compared to waking up inâŠ.â He looked around again. â.....whatever this is.âÂ
âMy house.â You muttered, gripping the torch as Soonyoung slowly and silently walked around, kicking the rope under the sofa, before he joined you, looking casual as ever.
âYes, jail would be bad.â He agreed. âBut here, youâre totally safe, no stress at all.âÂ
âAnd why exactly?â Jeonghan frowned, eyes flickering over all of you. âObviously you know who I am. Why arenât you handing me to the cops?âÂ
âThat's umâŠbecauseâŠ.â Seungkwan mumbled, putting his arm around your shoulder, with a firm nod. âBecause of her uncle.âÂ
You blinked at him.Â
You had no uncle.Â
âM-mine?âÂ
âYes, her uncle wasâŠ.unfairly arrested by the cops last year, they sort of put him away for good so uhâŠ.helping you is, in a way, our revenge against this foul legal system.âÂ
Jeonghan didnât look even a little convinced. Maybe just a little when he looked at you with an eyebrow raised in question and you hesitatingly nodded.Â
âOkay, yâall are clearly a weird bunch but I'm not going to question it since whatever this is, it's helping me out.â He got up, wincing as he held his head. âand now I'll get going-âÂ
âNo!â All three boys screamed, taking both Jeonghan and you aback, ears almost ringing.Â
âWe meanâŠâ Seungkwan started at a much softer tone. âYou canât go out right now, itâs not safe for you.âÂ
âI am aware,â Jeonghan patted his pockets as though he was searching for something. âI need to call my people and find them in the city again. Once they arrange a way for me to permanently leave the country, I'll be safe, finally-âÂ
âYou are safe here too.â Soonyoung quipped. âThereâs no place better than this neighbourhood - itâs quiet, almost thirty miles from the city, filled with senior citizens who are absolutely cut off from the world - they probably donât even know who you are.âÂ
âMost importantly,â Seokmin added. âBecause this place is so dull, cops donât even come here, hell the closest police station is over twenty five miles away.âÂ
âHuhâ Jeonghan looked thoughtful, continuing to slide his hands into all his pockets one by one, mumbling. âI can't find my phone-âÂ
âIt probably fell when you were running around-.â Seungkwan gripped the bulge in his back pocket where Jeonghanâs phone was tucked away. â-now that you can't contact yourâŠgang? it'll be dangerous for you to go unguided.â
âExactly.â Soonyoung stepped up. âSay you give it some time, maybe 10 ten days or so for things in the city to cool off a little and then you can go, find your people and leave the country?âÂ
Jeonghan started at the floor as though he was mulling over it, each passing second feeling like almost an hour.
Finally he looked up, slowly nodding, much to everyone's relief. âI guess I could?â He held the bump on his head again, wincing in pain. âFirst I'm gonna need a shower and a meal.â He looked at you, lips curling into a small smile. âIs knocking people out your only talent or can you whip up a ramyeon too?â
Tearing your eyes away from his intense gaze you mumbled that you could, earning a two finger salute from him before he disappeared behind the door of the bathroom.Â
As all of four of you collectively let out a sigh of relief, Seungkwan shoved Jeonghanâs phone into your hands.Â
âKeep this safe and keep him safe.â He looked around at everyone. âWe need to continue making him feel as though living here for 10 days is good for him, not us.â
âAgreed.â Seokmin hummed. âHe cannot, at any cost, know heâs being held for ransom. God knows what he might do then.âÂ
âI still canât believe it though.â Soonyoung let out a low whistle, looking around almost proud. âI canât believe we accidentally kidnapped a mafia boss.â
âSmells fucking good.âÂ
You bit back a gasp hearing Jeonghanâs voice from behind you, right at the shell of your ear as you stood behind the stove, stirring his meal. Gulping you turned, regretting it immediately when you found yourself inches away from him yet again but this time, he was standing in just his towel, blonde wet hair falling into his eyes, rivets of water running down his smooth abdomen. As your eyes found their way back up again, Jeonghan smirked at you.Â
âStrange.â He cocked his head at you. âOn one hand you seem so meek and quiet, yet no one has ever really looked at me the way you do.âÂ
Please donât say things like that.Â
Feeling unnaturally hot, perhaps because you were sandwiched between a boiling pot of noodles and a man this attractive, you turned away, turning off the gas, wiping the sweat running down your neck.Â
Jeonghan chuckled. âI need something to wear. Think you got anything?âÂ
You nodded, setting the pot down, before moving away from him (thank god) and walking into your office room. Jeonghan followed at a distance, shaking off the water in his hair, looking around confused as he stepped in.Â
âArenât you a bit too old to play dress up?â He pointed at the mannequin in the corner donning a pretty maroon half finished dress.Â
âThatâsâŠ. My work.â You confessed, going through a stack of clothes in the drawers on the far end.Â
âYou made that?âÂ
You nodded softly. âYeah Iâm sort of a freelance fashion designer.âÂ
âFor who, the dead?â He frowned. âWho even wears clothes like these anymore?âÂ
Trying not to get too offended, you pulled out the pair of pajamas you were looking for and turned to him. âItâs for the main lead of the new Macbeth play. I, uh, custom make clothes for theater productions and stage plays.âÂ
âAh.â He nodded looking around at the large table filled with all kinds of measuring tapes and scissors and big shelves stacked with materials of all kinds, two sewing machines lined up against the wall. âInteresting.âÂ
You're not really sure what he found so fascinating but you cleared your throat, trying to change the topic.Â
âI only have this that might fit you.â Walking over, you handed him a neatly folded purple checkered pajama set. âI made it for myâŠ. for someone a few years back but he didnât like the colour so it's brand new.âÂ
âI love purple.â Jeonghan grinned, taking it from you, immediately slipping on the shirt. âBy someone else, do you mean one of the boys?â
You shook your head. âNo, I never make clothes for them, my style is a bit tooâŠ. um old fashioned?âÂ
âYou continue to surprise me.â He looked at you thoughtfully. âOld fashioned with clothes but open minded enough to live with three men.â
You blinked stupidly. âI don't live with three men.â
âOh they donât live here?â Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. âYou four aren't a thing?âÂ
 âFour? As in all four of us??.âŠ.â You looked at him wide eyed and scandalized. âOf course not! How could you even think that, w-what does that even mean-âÂ
âOkay relax princess.â Jeonghan took a step back, raising his hands. âEven if you were, itâs cool. I donât judge.âÂ
Definitely not relaxing, you looked everywhere but at him, heat continuing to rise uncomfortably in your body.Â
Jeonghan looked at you amused, biting his lip. âBut I will judge if you continue to stand here and watch me wear the pants.âÂ
Shaking your head and apologising, you practically ran out of there, heart racing in your chest as you leaned against the kitchen counter, hands gripping the edge. The kind of things he said, the way he lookedâŠ.Please please please stop it.Â
Trying your best to push him out of your mind, you got back to the stove, grabbing the pot and placing it on the table. You stared at it for a bit before sighing and pulling out a few of your momâs sides from the fridge, adding it to his meal. As you poured out a glass of juice, Jeonghan walked up, rubbing his hands, pulling the chair and sitting down.Â
âYou put sides and all? Sweet.âÂ
He grabbed the pair of chopsticks and took a large bite, humming in relief. You knew it was burning hot, but he was probably way too hungry to care because the speed made it look like he was inhaling it.Â
âSit.â He looked up mid bite. âI donât like eating alone.âÂ
Although you didn't wish to be in his presence for long, you sat down, unable to say no. The entire time, Jeonghan ate quietly, tasting all the sides, drinking the juice in between, loudly smacking his lips after every bite. After devouring it all in less than five minutes, he raised the bowl to his mouth, downing all the soup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âThat was so delicious princess, I almost wanna stay here all my life.â He got up, stretching as he did. âBut unfortunately 10 days is all we have.âÂ
Silently, you half nodded, gathering all the dishes he had left on the table, taking them to the sink. Jeonghan watched you, please stop looking at me, and when you returned to wipe the table, he leaned in, for the third time tonight, putting his face incredibly close to yours. âYouâre a tough nut to crack, but I think Iâll have you all figured out in ten days.â As you tried to move further back, unable to breathe in the proximity, he moved closer, smirking. âGoodnight princess.âÂ
And with that he walked off, turning into your bedroom, closing the door behind him.Â
You simply stared, rapidly blinking, heart refusing to calm down, chest heaving as you struggled to breathe.
And this was just day zero of ten.Â
Day 1 of 10Â
âYoon Jeonghan has to go.âÂ
Soonyoung, Seungkwan and Seokmin looked up from their dinner as you slammed the restaurant door open. Immediately panicked and looking around, they pulled you to their table, shushing you with hushed voices.Â
âWhat is wrong with you-â Seungkwan hissed as Seokmin went over to the only other people in the shop, the two old ladies sitting in the corner, trying to distract them with some free tea. â-you canât go around screaming his name.âÂ
âYou donât understand.â Leaning back into the chair, you sighed. âI cannot be around him, I canât handle itâŠ.âÂ
âWhat did he even do?â Soonyoung looked at you curiously and Seokmin returned, settling in his chair.Â
And then you began to spill the details of all the events, starting from the moment he took over your bedroom last night.Â
Yes you lived in a decently sized two bedroom house but with one room converted into your workspace and the other occupied by Jeonghan, you had no choice but to take the extremely uncomfortable couch in the living room. Of course you were already drifting in and out of sleep because of all the pain in your back and like that was not enoughâŠâŠ
As though on cue, the lady who lived in the apartment above yours walked in, her pleasant expression turning almost disgusted as her eyes fell on you and you knew precisely why - because of all the obnoxiously loud moaning last night.Â
Seokmin watched the two of you, eyes narrowing. âWhy is she looking at you like that?âÂ
Voice shaking, you told them.Â
âWait wait wait.â Seungkwan interjected, jaw dropping. âYouâre telling me he didnât just sleep in your room but alsoâŠ. also brought home a woman?âÂ
You nodded. For a hot second, last night you thought you were dreaming or imagining those sounds. As you focused, listening harder you realised they were the moans of an actual woman, coming straight from your bedroom, followed by Jeonghanâs soft grunts. And lord, the things he was saying??
Are you even trying? Is that the best you can do?
Oh, you feel good? Where are your manners then? Be a good girl and thank me.Â
Youâll do anything, wonât you? This is all youâre good for - a set of wet and wanting holes.Â
âSo you think he brought home a whore-â You winced at the word, making Seokmin immediately change his statement. â-a person, a professional, and had a love making session in your room? On your bed?âÂ
âI donât think it, I know it.â You groaned. âAnd that was no love making, it was loud and-â You gulped, pressing your legs together, trying to ignore the feeling between them. â-and just disturbing.âÂ
âI understand itâs hard for you,â Seungkwan started. âBut if itâs just that one thing-â
âOh no no itâs not just that one thing.â You sat up, ready with a whole mentally prepared list. âThat's what I slept to, guess what I woke up to? A delivery man with nearly 30 packages of all sorts of things he ordered online for his âeaseâ because he âcanât live without themâ and you might wonder what the issue with that is? It is the fact that he had me pay for it and it wasnât five or ten dollars, I paid seven thousand dollars in the morning-â All the boys' jaws dropped. â-thatâs right I paid seven thousand for his things which he, by the way, made me sit and open because his âhead hurts too muchâ.â
âOkay, we get it-â
âAnd he keeps wearing all my clothes! Not mine, I mean the ones I make-â You corrected when the boys looked at you weirdly. âThis morning he wore the pure white cashmere sweater I spent hours making for the evil queen in Snow white. Now it sits in my house decorated with polka dots of ramyeon soup.â
âOh-âÂ
âAnd he never cleans up after himself! He expects me to cook, sits and eats and then just leaves when heâs done?! He drops crumbs everywhere, he doesn't put things back in their place, I'm-â
âBreathe hon breathe,â Soonyoung rubbed your back. âHe's inconvenient and it sucks, we get it butâŠ.but itâs only been a day?â He looked around, pausing as the lady above your house collected her food and walked past, face turned away from you. âWhat about the rest of the time? Did he bother you in any way?âÂ
âNot really.â You sigh. âHe pretty much minds his own business. He was either sleeping or watching tv the rest of the timeâŠand also going through all my fashion magazines, with potato chip dust on his fingers by the way-âÂ
âAlright, alright, we get it, heâs a pain.â Seungkwan looked at you a little pleadingly. âBut you do know, given our current situation, we donât have a choice but to house him for another 9 days.â
âKwan, Itâs still not too late to hand him over to the cops-âÂ
âPlease.â Seungkwan pleaded, hands joined, ready to fall to his knees if needed. âWeâll give you a higher share of the ransom if you want-âÂ
âYou think money is the issue?âÂ
âOf course itâs not, heâs an idiot to suggest that.â Seokmin interrupted. âItâs not about the money Y/n, justâŠ. do it for us? Think about how you could reform the three of our lives. We could go from busting our asses waiting tables here to maybe owning our own little shop. Donât you want that for us?âÂ
You stared at Seokminâs puppy face then at Soonyoungâs big eyes then atâŠ..whatever cute expression Seungkwan was trying and failing to make. If you could help improve the lives of the friends who were closest to you, maybe you can hang in there for a few days?Â
You could not. You most definitely could not. And you realised that the moment you excitedly stepped into your house again with a generous amount of packed late night snacks.Â
Clothes - Jeonghanâs and a womanâs - were strewn all over the house, right from the main door to the bedroom as though they couldnât wait for even the five seconds it took to walk the minimal distance. As you heard a guttural moan, you shut your ears, preparing for yet another night of suffocating yourself under your pillow.Â
Day 2 of 10Â
âI got you some DakGalBi.â Soonyoung raised the familiar black bag of the bbq shop before him as you sighed.Â
âI made the same thing for lunch.âÂ
âYou did?â He looked surprised. âI thought you didnât know how to.âÂ
âI don't, I watched a few videos; followed a cookbook.â You mumbled. âJeonghan said he wanted to eat.âÂ
âIs he still bothering you?â Soonyoung asked concerned, eyes running over your tired features. By bothering if he meant taking over every aspect of your life and not giving you the freedom to breathe peacefully in your own house, then yes, Yoon Jeonghan was absolutely bothering you. Did you tell Soonyoung that though? No, because 1, just yesterday, you had told your friends that you would âhang in thereâ and 2, you most definitely couldnât hang in there and were already secretly planning ways to oust Jeonghan from your house.Â
The journey to making this decision started the moment you woke up. It was yet again to the sound of knocking except, it wasnât on your door, it was coming from your home office. Wondering what in the world Jeonghan was doing there, you quickly kicked off the covers and jumped to your feet, walking over. At first glance, you didnât spot him inside and then your eyes found a complete stranger drumming her fingers on your sewing machine. You stood frozen, fully taken aback as she looked at you, your favorite coffee mug in her hand as she sipped out of it.Â
âThis dress could use a deeper neck.â She pointed at the one on the mannequin and then at herself. âLike this.âÂ
You refused to look at her plunging neckline out of which all herâŠ.assets were spilling out. God knows why you couldnât refuse to take her opinion on your work or tell her to get the hell out of your house. Instead, you just continued to stand frozen until you felt Jeonghanâs presence behind you.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He sounded like he just woke up, voice just a little deep and husky.Â
âI was curious what was in here-âÂ
âI mean what are you still doing here?â He walked up, putting himself between the two of you. âYou were supposed to leave after you were done.âÂ
âIt was raining outside, I couldnât go.â She muttered, looking at him hopefully. âBesides I wanted to see you in the morning before I go-âÂ
âI donât.â He cut her off, pointing over his shoulder. âGet going.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âGo.â He repeated, more firmly this time.Â
Looking mad, she slammed the coffee mug on the table and grabbed her bag from the floor. As she walked up to Jeonghan and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek, he turned his face away, âDonât cross the line. Get out.âÂ
Huffing she left, the sound of the front door closing resounding behind her. Jeonghan turned to you, rolling his eyes, looking at you like youâll understand. âThe audacity when she canât even deepthroat without gagging.âÂ
You didnât understand. You didnât want to understand. You just wanted him to stop saying these kind of things. Please please please shut up.Â
When he walked away, yawning and stretching, you grabbed the coffee mug, nearly crying at the sight of a neat brown ring of coffee imprinted on the paper.Â
Oh yeah, Yoon Jeonghan had to go.Â
Now you would have told all this to the boys but you knew they would tell you to âadjust for a few daysâ and as always, you'd give in, regardless of the fact that you wanted this manâs entire existence obliterated from your life. So you decided to handle things differently now - you would get Jeonghan out of your house without the boys realising you had a hand in it - that way you'd be free and they couldn't blame you. You werenât quite sure how to go about this plan but that was until you went to the grocery store in the afternoon to buy some ingredients for lunch.Â
The biggest drawback of this suburb was that there was barely anyone below the age of twenty who could help you out with your predicament except for the cashier's grandson, Minguk. Minguk lived in the city, but over the weekends, he came to help his grandmother, greeting you every time you crossed paths. You werenât really close friends but he was always nice to you, helping you reach things from the higher shelves, offering to carry heavier items to your house. If anyone here could recognise Jeonghan and help you out, it had to be him.Â
Thatâs why when you went to the shop, you told the old lady you needed a big bag of rice, twenty five kgs of it for some big rice starch cloth experiment, asking if Minguk could drop by later and bring it to your house. She agreed happily, stating she would get him to do it the moment he came in the evening and you left, waiting for said evening and said moment to arrive.Â
Your prediction for the events that would follow today went somewhat like this - Minguk would come home, notice and recognise Jeonghan, ask you to get behind him while they fought and Minguk would knock down Jeonghanâs skinny ass stick figure, then make sure to hand Jeonghan to the police while you sadly told BooSeokSoon it was unfortunate that things unfolded this way.Â
Now for this whole plan to be successful, you needed Soonyoung to get out of the house as soon as possible because Minguk could come any moment now. Hence you resorted to answering all of the formerâs questions with short, simple replies, hoping this conversation would end fast.
âNo heâs not still bothering me.â âYou sure? You-â âAbsolutely.â âAgain, weâre sorry that this-â âNo worries.â Soonyoung frowned, confused at your curt answers. âWhere is he now?â âBathroom, showering I think.â âWhat did he do before lunch?â âWaited for lunch.â âWhat did he do after lunch?â âNothing.â You shrugged. âClaimed he was bored, sat in my home office and watched me sketching for hours together.â âHe wasâŠ. just watching you?â âNot the whole time, he fell asleep in betweenâŠâ
You recalled how hearing his soft snores, you looked up from your work, eyes falling on him leaning back against the bean bag, drifted off in a pleasant slumber. As you glanced at him, noticing just how sharp his jaw was and how high his cheekbones sat, his lips curled into a small smile. Youâre giving me that look again, princess. After that, you didnât take your eyes off your work even once.Â
âI think he fell asleep?âÂ
âDid you get any sleep?â Soonyoung looked over your shoulder at your bedding still on the couch. âDid he⊠you know, bring someone last night too?âÂ
You nodded, but brushed it off immediately. âItâs fine, itâs nothing I canât handle. I promised you guys 10 days, Iâll deliver.âÂ
Soonyoung looked relieved, before he glanced at his watch, face morphing in worry. âItâs nearly peak hour, I gotta go back to the restaurant.âÂ
You agreed to him, assuring him you were fine when he asked you again, waving goodbye as you shut the door behind him.Â
Minguk would be here any minute now, and if all went well, youâd finally be free again.Â
Day 3 of 10Â
All did not go well.Â
In complete contrast to what you had imagined, here you were, yet again cooking lunch for Jeonghan, still absolutely sleep deprived and there he was, lying sprawled on your couch, going through your books, just like yesterday. Only difference was, Seokmin was on call, the sound of him chewing his apple ringing in your ears.Â
As you moved around to make Kalguksu, Jeonghanâs order of the day, Seokmin spoke into your ear. âSo you're saying he's not too bad to live with?âÂ
Bad? Bad was an understatement. Living with Yoon Jeonghan was the absolute worst. Just this morning, when you had stepped out to check your mailbox, your neighbour coincidentally returned from her morning walk, greeting you with a hard smile, asking why you looked so tired. You told her you had a lot of orders to work on, claiming you had to stay up all night to finish it and to that she said, âYes, I think everyone in this building can tell what exactly you are doing staying up all night.âÂ
Never in your life before that statement did you want to be swallowed by concrete. You knew last night mustâve been particularly more noticeable because the women so far were moaners but this oneâŠ.. Oh she was a screamer; so loud not even your pillow could save you. Thank god she was gone by the morning but so was a very treasured dress of yours, one you gifted by your mother. When Jeonghan woke up, he mumbled something about how her clothes tore, and she grabbed something from your cupboard before he went off to take a shower.Â
âYes, heâs not too bad.â You replied, glad Seokmin couldn't see your sarcastic expression.Â
âI had a feeling he was a chill guy from the first time we saw him-â Seokmin continued to loudly chew on call. â-he seems kinda calm and knowledgeable?â
Yes, if only Seokmin heard all the 'instructions' Jeonghan loved to give his lady friends at night, he would know just how knowledgeable this man was. Although he did say something that you were thinking about for a while nowâŠ
âMin.â You slid onto the kitchen counter. âDo you think Minguk has a crush on me?âÂ
âMinguk as in supermart grannyâs grandson Minguk?â Seokmin chuckled. âYeah, obviously, a mega huge one.âÂ
âWhat?â You looked at your phone betrayed. âHow could you not tell me?âÂ
âI assumed you knew and didnât care?â Seokmin sounded nonchalant. âSince you know, he already has a girlfriend?âÂ
Thatâs what you had said too, last night when Minguk came over and all did not go well.Â
Initially, it was going according to plan though. A few moments after Soonyoung left, Minguk arrived at your door, carrying a huge sack of rice, half panting as he smiled at you. Given that Jeonghan was still in the bathroom, you engaged him in casual conversation, hoping the man who usually showered in under 5 minutes, would finally come out after the two hours he had been holed up in there. Just as you were running out of stupid questions to ask, Minguk looked over your shoulder, forehead slowly pulling together in a frown as you heard footsteps behind you. Finally finally finally, please help me-
âWho is that?â He pointed, looking confused. Did he not recogniseâŠ.?Â
You turned, as Jeonghan approached you, your eyes widening as they landed on him - he had dyed his golden blonde hair into a dark jet black, the length of it also a lot shorter now, the pieces framing his face pushed back in a way even you could barely recognise him. You continued staring as he walked over, throwing his arm around your shoulder, glancing at Minguk.
âAnd who is this?âÂ
Tearing your eyes away from him, you looked at Minguk, almost at a loss of words, âT-this is Minguk, he works um in the supermarket nearby, heâs my friend and this is uhâŠ.â You gulped, the weight of Jeonghanâs hand heavy on your shoulder. âThis is-âÂ
âCome on, donât be shy.â Jeonghan laughed. âHiâŠ.friend? Iâm the boyfriend.âÂ
âOh.â Minguk looked at you just as surprised as you looked at him. âI didnât knowâŠâÂ
Neither did you.
âYeah weâve been doing long distance for a while now, I just got back recently.â Jeonghan answered like it was a matter of fact when a few days back, you didn't even know of his existence.Â
After that Minguk, who always said bye to you with a cheery wave, mumbled that he had to go and left, without sparing you a second glance.
âWhat an idiot.â Jeonghan chuckled as he let you go, walking into the house. âMen who donât have the guts to be honest with the woman they like are not worth anyoneâs time.âÂ
âIâm sorry what?â You frowned, closing the door and following him. âThe woman they like?âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you incredulously. âYou didnât know? He was literally making heart eyes, his drool is probably outside on the floor-âÂ
âHe has a girlfriend.âÂ
âSo?â He shrugged.Â
âSo he canât possibly like me??âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you amused. âYouâre dense as hell princess, thereâs so much I could teach you.â and with that he walked away leaving you baffled, which was not how you expected events to turn out yesterday.Â
As Seokmin went on and on about how Minguk wasnât being fair to his girlfriend, you zoned out, mind wandering on something else entirely. You needed a new, revised plan, one that was guaranteed to get Jeonghan out of your life and this time, you swore you wouldnât fail.
Day 4 of 10Â
Plan B failed just as miserably as plan A.Â
You had promised yourself to get Jeonghan out of your life, but all you managed to do was get him out of the house.Â
That was part of the plan though, him stepping out was vital but somehow, as though luck loved him and despised you, things worked out in his favour yet again.Â
Plan B was a long and elaborate one, one that you worked on really hard, starting from last night.Â
Last night, you got into your couch tired as hell, but determined not to sleep, eyes wide open in the darkness. Around 1am, you heard the sound of feet shuffling as Jeonghanâs silhouette walked past you, opening the door, letting yet another girl into your house. As the two of them moved towards your room, bodies and tongues tangled, shutting the bedroom door behind them, you immediately got up, rushing to your office room. Looking up the posters of Jeonghan on the internet, you quickly printed out a bunch of them, silently donned your jacket and a mask and left your house in the dead of the night. It took you nearly 3 hours but by the end of it you had put up those posters along all the streets of the suburb and had barely just returned and got under the covers when the bedroom door opened and Jeonghanâs companion of the night left your house. Confident that by daybreak, everyone in the neighborhood would know Jeonghanâs face and there would at least be someone smarter than Minguk who could look past the changed hair colour, you slept happily, after a long time.Â
But you were rudely awakened by the sound of Jeonghanâs voice, whispering right by your ear.Â
âBe honest. You donât actually want me to leave do you?âÂ
Your eyes flew open only to find his face hovering above yours, inches away. You held your breath as his hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing over the sliver of skin exposed by your shirt having ridden up.Â
âYouâre scared of what I do to you.â He smirked, lips teasingly close to yours. âBut I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.âÂ
You gasped as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, inching closer and closer to the desperate hot and wet feeling between your legs. You couldnât bring yourself to stop himâŠ. You didnât want to. As he slipped a finger in, groaning about how tight you were, your eyes flew open, meeting the cracks on the ceiling above.Â
Petrified, you sat up, forehead and neck drenched in sweat as though every nerve ending was on fire. Did you just have a wet dream about Yoon Jeonghan??Â
Oh he had to leave. He had to leave as soon as possible. This plan had to work.Â
And you really thought it would when you were going to buy lunch (today he wanted clam chowder which was way beyond your expertise) and he insisted on following you to get it since he was getting bored at home. You thought the entire universe had finally channelised its energy into helping you get rid of him.Â
You could not have been more wrong.Â
Turned out that in the few hours you had spent happily sleeping, it rained cats and dogs, obliterating nearly every single piece of paper you had put up. Hours of your hard work was quite literally washed down the drain while Jeonghan happily walked out in the open right alongside dozens of people who had no idea who he was. On the contrary, they had a wilder assumption regarding who he might be - apparently your boyfriend.Â
The moment youâd stepped into the restaurant, all the old women who were your grandmotherâs friends and loved to strike conversation with you, absolutely ignored your existence as they caught hold of âyour boyfriendâ, insisting that the two of you eat with them. You sat across Jeonghan, watching him talking and giggling with all the old ladies as they threw all sorts of questions at him. He answered, stuffing his mouth with food, spinning the most wonderful stories of your relationship, stories that made you almost wish they were true.
After he bid them all goodbye, which was nearly two hours later, he declared he wanted to play football in the big ground where all the ladies had mentioned their visiting grandkids were playing. You took him there, sitting on the sidelines and watching this man twice their height, tackling all the little kids effortlessly, laughing - not sadistically, just happily, enjoying himself. At that moment somehow, he felt so ordinary, like any other normal person, like he could really have been your boyfriend, like this was really your life. You abandoned that thought the moment Jeonghan pulled you from the bench into the field, demanding that you play. Though you despised the idea of running around in half muddy fields, as always, you found yourself unable to say no to him, joining him and the kids in a game that was a lot more fun than you had anticipated. That was until it started pouring rain again, forcing all of you to run back to your homes, drenched from head to toe by the time you reached. The laughter in your chest fizzled out at the sight of Jeonghan shaking the wet droplets of his hair, his wet shirt sticking to his body, the outline of it unnecessarily obvious.Â
But I could do so many wonderful things to you princess.
Gulping, you left to dry yourself, heart racing behind its cage, not wanting to think of the dream. The rest of the evening you refused to so much as look at him, focusing on only on the one thing you were supposed to - Plan C.
Day 5 of 10
Plan C was short and simple and it was supposed to work like a charm.Â
To be honest, a part of you always had a feeling plan A and B wouldnât work because BooSeokSoon were right - expecting anyone in this neighbourhood to know Jeonghan was stupid. So if nobody here recognised Jeonghan, you had to bring someone who recognised Jeonghan here. And thatâs exactly what you did because just as you were washing the breakfast dishes and Jeonghan was asking for your help with something, there was a loud knock on the door.Â
âPolice, open up.âÂ
Finally.Â
After you had gotten up in the morning, under the pretext of getting milk, you went over to the closest public phone, calling the one and only police station nearby, the one over twenty five miles away. Trying to keep the message as anonymous and vague as possible, you spoke about how it seemed like something was not right in unit 84, your own apartment. With the fear of being identified, you didn't tell them anything else but clearly your half information was taken seriously because barely half an hour later, they were here at your door. Before you could wash your soapy hands and walk over the door, Jeonghan was already there, opening it.
You held your breath, staying hidden in the kitchen, peeking from behind the wall as the two men looked at each other. The expectation was a dramatic, movie-like scene where both men confronted each other with fists, maybe even guns but the reality, much to your surprise, was the complete opposite - they were both just talking, having a conversation you could barely hear from your hiding place. Could the cop also not recognise Jeonghan?Â
The answer was no, he could not. It was Jeonghanâs luck playing itâs hand once again because the moment the cop shook Jeonghanâs hand and left and the latter turned you, you noticed how the entire lower half of his face was lathered in layers of shaving foam rendering half his face completely hidden. You vaguely recalled he was asking you for help to shave, wondering what were the odds that the cop would turn up at this exact moment. Jeonghanâs luck was indeed your biggest enemy.Â
Inwardly crying about the fact that not only did he just dodge your biggest weapon, but you still had to continue doing menial work for him, you followed him to the bathroom. As you prepared the razor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, peering at you curiously in the mirror.Â
âWhy do you think the cop turned up at your house today?âÂ
Trying not to let your hands shake, you shrugged. âHow would I know?....What did he say?âÂ
âSomeone apparently called to complain about something strange going on in this house.âÂ
You met his eye in the reflection, thinking fast. âI mean it is a quiet neighbourhood and the people around are really old so, I guess, maybe someone complained about, you know, all the noise at nightâŠ.âÂ
âBut you donât use the sewing machine at night?â Jeonghan frowned like he didnât understand.Â
Clearing your throat, you turned to him. âNot me, it's youâŠand you know all theâŠ.â Making vague hand gestures you tried to explain your point. â....when the girls come andâŠâ
âSex?â Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, half laughing. âWhat are you, a prude? You canât say the word sex?âÂ
Shifting uneasily you looked away from him, mumbling. âI just don't think everything has to be saidâŠ.â
Jeonghan didn't say anything to that, continuing to look at you just a little amused as you stood between his manspread, holding his jaw and tilting his head up. When his eyes met yours, a strange something flashing behind them, every cell in your body feeling hyper-alert. Gulping you slowly ran the blades along his cheek, your own cheeks heating up under his gaze, one that never left your face.Â
When you did a half turn to grab a towel, feet stumbling in the process, Jeonghanâs hands flew to grab your hips, stabilizing you. He didn't let go even after you had found your footing. He didn't let go even after you finished the task at hand.Â
âI'm doneâŠâ You mumbled, taking a step back and his grip on you finally loosened. Just for a second though, before he suddenly held your hand and stood up, face inches away from yours, eyes still on you the same way.Â
âWhatâs your deal princess?âÂ
You gulped, looking away confused when he bent down, to your eye level, looking curious.
âYou can't even bring yourself to say âsexâ butâŠ.â He ran his thumb across your lower lip, rubbing away a speck of foam that somehow seemed to have gotten there. âThe way you look at me, there's something a lot darker behind those eyes. Which is the real you?âÂ
You had no idea.Â
You really really had no idea.
Which is the real you?
Staring at the ceiling you pondered over Jeonghanâs question.Â
Was it the you who was thoroughly scandalized by the things Jeonghan kept saying and doing? Or the you who was lying on the couch wide awake at nearly 1am, trying to pretend like you werenât listening to the same man absolutely ruin someone in your bed. You told yourself it wasnât that you liked it, you were simply curious. As for why you had kept your legs pressed together, you had no answer, you most definitely were not turned on, no.Â
But strangely the discomfort between your legs only got worse, like a dull, desperate ache. Hesitating, you slipped your hand under the waistband of your underwear, fingers slowly inching downward, terrified of what you would discover. Your digits slid easily, given the fact that you were soaked, eyes shutting tight in embarrassment. This was so wrong and so inappropriate on so many levelsâŠ.. quickly getting yourself together you rushed over to the bathroom, washing up, throwing cold water on your face to get you back into your senses. Getting it together and patting your face dry with your towel, you walked out, stepping into complete silence.Â
Frowning, you turned to the clock -Â usually, Jeonghan went on for hours together, giving you some peace of mind only around 3am in the morning - could they have been done already? Confused, you slowly moved towards the room door, pushing it softly, expecting to find Jeonghan fast asleep. Instead, youâre met with the sight of a woman on all fours, her head pressed into the mattress, muffling her sounds as Jeonghan railed her from behind, his hips snapping against hers at a ridiculous pace.Â
Now either you should have run away from there, or screamed and then run away from there but you did neither - instead you simply froze, eyes wide and unblinking, unable to move any part of your body. It became a whole lot worse when Jeonghan, whose face was contorted with focus, suddenly lifted his head, his vision finding you by the door. The only good thing that came from this was that somehow, you found your footing again, stumbling back, loudly shutting the door. Not knowing what else to do, you grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and quickly ran out of the house, ignoring the heavy pitter patter of the rain. Thank god the boys are still sitting at the restaurant, gathered around a table, laughing away. You walked in, ready to cry out of embarrassment and dissolve in your embarrassment.Â
âOkay, letâs calm down a little.â Seokmin reached for your glass, prying it out of your hands slowly, earning a glare from you.Â
âI need it. I need to drown in my sorrows.â You looked over your shoulder at the lady who was sitting at the table alone, hiccuping at her fourth bottle of beer. âLike her.âÂ
âWhatâs the deal with that woman?â Seungkwan muttered looking over. âSheâs been here for hours.âÂ
âSomething about her crush being kissed by his best friend.â Soonyoung shrugged. âApparently the other girl dared her to watch.âÂ
âOuch.â You grimaced, thoroughly impressed. âGod I wish I could be like that.âÂ
âYou are like that.â Seungkwan pointed at all the bottles of soju in front of you.Â
âNot her, the other one.â You clicked your tongue, not hearing the restaurant door opening behind you. âI wish I was daring like that. Gutsy enough to put people in their place, to say whatâs on my mind, to tell Yoon Jeonghan to stop fucking other people in my bed-âÂ
âWould you rather I fuck you?âÂ
You turned quickly, a chill running down your spine as you found Jeonghan right behind, bent over to whisper into your ear. All three boys before you looked with their jaws hung. Turning away from him, unable to meet his eyes, you mumbled something even you didnât understand.Â
Jeonghan smiled. âDoesnât sound like a no.âÂ
âI could barely recognise you.â Seokmin looked at the man before him in awe, glancing over his not so new hairdo. âBlack hair looks good on you.âÂ
âI know.â Jeonghan agreed like it was a matter of fact before turning to you again. âThe rain just stopped but looks like it might start again anytime soon, you should come home.âÂ
You shook your head slowly.
âIâm amazed you know how to refuse.â Jeonghan chuckled. âBut nowâs not the time to; come home.âÂ
âNo.â You stood up, facing him. âI donât want to go to your home.âÂ
âNot mine, yours.âÂ
âOh yeah.â You looked at him spacey as Jeonghan tried to stop himself from laughing. âThatâs my house. My room. My bed. What the hell are you doing there?âÂ
âA new woman everyday apparently.â Soonyoung muttered, purposely looking away from Jeonghan.Â
âWhat kind of person does that?â You poked his chest, slurring. âA-and the way you talk to them? Who says things like that?âÂ
âOkay, we can discuss this at home. Itâs 3am, get up-âÂ
âItâs 3???â Seungkwan quickly turned at the clock on the wall. âFuck, fuck, fuck we have to close up.âÂ
The boys quickly got to their feet, one gathering the trash, the other stacking the dishes and the other ushering the only other person in the store to leave. She got up, walking towards the entrance, wantonly tripping on her own feet and holding onto Jeonghan. Something in you wanted to smack her right across the head.Â
âHi,â She fluttered her eyelashes at him. âIâm Yuri.âÂ
âHi,â Jeonghan pulled his arm from her grip. âIâm not interested.â He turned to you, blatantly ignoring the other girlâs existence. âLetâs go.âÂ
You watched as the poor woman, looking close to tears, stormed out as you swayed and muttered. âI canât. I can barely stand, forget walking.âÂ
âGet on my back.â Jeonghan offered, making you laugh.Â
âHave you seen yourself?â You threw your jacket over your shoulders. âIf you carry me, youâll break. Like literally snap in half.âÂ
âHuh.â Jeonghan inched closer to you, tucking his hands in his pocket. âThereâs so much to teach you princess. Lesson number one, size does not matter.âÂ
Yet again, you found yourself burning under his gaze, words lost in your mouth which was opening and closing like a fish. Sighing, Jeonghan swooped down faster than you could register his movement, grabbing you by the knees, throwing you over his shoulder. Shrieking, you protested, trying to get him to put you down but he simply ignored you, walking away as your friends watched, thoroughly shocked.Â
Within minutes he had you in your house, putting you down in your bathroom, letting you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he grabbed your towel. Standing before you, he tilted your head up, softly rubbing the towel into your hair, drying it. You tried to avoid his eye, looking everywhere but him and that small amused smile on his face, only looking at him when he finally spoke.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You scoffed. âYou lived in my house for 5 days, ate my food, slept in my bed, and you donât know my name?âÂ
âI didnât think it was necessary.âÂ
âWhy is it necessary now?âÂ
He smiled. âIf you want me to fuck you, I need to know your name princess.âÂ
âGod.â You pulled away from him. âI didnât say I want you to⊠toâŠâÂ
âThere we go again.â He sighed. âThe celestial prude returns.âÂ
âIâm not a prude, donât call me that.â You pointed an accusatory finger at him. âIâll have you know I haveâŠ.â You cleared your throat, the volume of your voice considerably lowering. âI have slept with a man before. More than once. In fact, I have also slept with two men at the same time.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrow like he didnât believe it.Â
âOkay fine, one of them was just watchingâŠ...â You rolled your eyes. âBut there were two, my boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - and his friend-âÂ
âDid you agree to that?âÂ
Somehow Jeonghanâs voice was a lot harder now, catching you off guard.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âI asked you if you agreed for your boyfriendâs friend to watch?âÂ
âIâŠ.â You stuttered, looking around. âI didnât say no.âÂ
âPrincess, you never say no.â Jeonghan crouched before you, looking serious. âBut that doesnât mean it's a yes.âÂ
You stared at him unsure what to say. That was a night you never thought about again - you always thought it was maybe because you were embarrassed but perhapsâŠ..a part of you was trying to forget it ever happened.Â
âYou asked me who says the kind of things I do in bed, right? I say them because the women Iâm with want me to, they enjoy it. But what you just told me,â Jeonghan shook his head. âDid you want that?âÂ
âIâŠI donât know.â You confess. You didnât ever question yourself like Jeonghan was. âHe didnât ask and I didnât think I could say no-âÂ
âYou can always say no.â Jeonghan insisted, holding your hands. âIf you donât want something, you should say no. The same way, if you want something, you should ask for it, unashamed.âÂ
âThen I⊠I want you..âŠâ You whispered, unsure whether you should say it, not noticing the way Jeonghan's eyes darkened instantly. Taking a deep breath, you continued. âI want youâŠ. to stop sleeping in my bed. I want you to stop wearing the clothes I design. I want you to stop making me cook for you-â
âOkay wow weâre spiraling-â
âI want you to stop making me clean after you, to stop treating me like your personal assistant, I mean what kind of man doesnât know how to shave-âÂ
âThe kind whoâs always had people to do these things for him so he doesnât really know how to do anything.â He muttered, sighing. âIâm sorry, I didnât think of it too much, I shouldâve been more mindful of how I was beingâŠ. but now that you told me-â He got up. â-I wonât bother you, and on the off chance that I do, and you wish for me to leave, I will do so immediately, I promise.âÂ
You nodded slowly, both amazed that you managed to get all of that off your chest and that he took it all really well. He continued to look at you like you were both fascinating and funny.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou still havenât told me your name by the way.âÂ
Half laughing you did and he repeated it, your name rolling off his tongue in a way that made something in your stomach flip.Â
âIâm going to grab whatever clothes of yours I can find.â He walked up to the door, turning to you. âPlease change, youâll fall sick if you sleep in wet clothes.âÂ
With that he left, and that was the last thing you remembered.Â
Day 6 of 10Â
Today you woke up in the bathtub.Â
The twisted form that you slept in obviously resulted in stiff joints and pains all over but it was falling asleep in drenched clothes that caused the continuous sneezing that followed. Dragging yourself out of the bathroom, you slowly walked into your house, meeting a strange silence - Jeonghan wasnât anywhere to be seen. Feeling too weak to even wonder where he was, you dragged yourself to the couch, sinking into it, eyes fluttering shut. No more than five minutes later, you were awakened by the feeling of a cold hand on your forehead, making you jump at the suddenness. Jeonghan peered at you shaking his head.Â
âGreat, youâve got a fever.â He clicked his tongue. âI was gone for two minutes last night and you fell asleep in the tub.âÂ
âShouldâve woken me up.âÂ
âBelieve me, I tried but you wouldnât even budge and it wasnât like I could just carry you out of there.â He turned away muttering as you raised your eyebrows in faux surprise. âOkay, just carrying you once almost broke my back, so yeah, I admit it, Iâm weak.âÂ
You burst out laughing, doubling over into a coughing fit as Jeonghan handed you a bottle of water, smiling almost fondly.Â
âWhat do you want to eat for lunch?âÂ
âYouâre going to make lunch?âÂ
âDonât get used to it, only cause youâre sick.âÂ
You pondered, leaning back into the pillows. âSomething hot and with soup would be great actually.âÂ
âCan you shower and change out of those clothes in the meantime?âÂ
You whined, shaking your head, body drained of all its energy.Â
âCome on.â Jeonghan pulled you up from the couch, struggling as he did. âWash up.âÂ
Stumbling to the bathroom, you did, albeit much slower than usual but a hot shower made all the difference in the world. You didnât want to leave the warmth and maybe you wouldnât have if the landline wasnât constantly ringing. Groaning you wrapped a towel around you, dragging yourself to the phone, picking it up.Â
âWhere the hell is your phone?â Seungkwan scolded you from the other side. âWhy wonât you pick up?âÂ
âOn silent somewhere I guess.â You mumbled, looking around. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âJust wanted to check if you were okay-â
âIâm okay.âÂ
â-and also wanted to tell you that your dream shop? Itâs up for lease.âÂ
You immediately straightened out, tiredness suddenly vanishing. âYou mean the one down two streets? The one I've been waiting to get my hands on for months?âÂ
âYes and yes and the price theyâve quoted is actually manageable.â Seungkwan sounded excited. âIf us boys add a few thousand each to your 25K, I think you can actually afford it.âÂ
Your face softened. âYou⊠you guys would do that for me?âÂ
âOf course, youâre our best friend Y/n, thatâs the least we can do.â Twisting the cord of your phone, you glanced at it fondly. âBesides, you're the one who Jeonghan is living with, it's only fairâŠ.â
As though on cue, Jeonghan walked in, hands filled with bags, shooting you a surprised look. You looked back at him, both happy and conflicted. While you had been trying to get rid of Jeonghan behind your friendâs backs, they were so willing to go above and beyond for you. And the Jeonghan you so desperately were trying to paint as the big pain in your life, was here, offering to cook and look after you - did that mean you were the terrible one here?Â
As Seungkwan hung up citing he had to go, Jeonghan walked up to you, looking worried.Â
âAll good?âÂ
âYeah I justâŠ. My dream might come true and I donât know how to react.âÂ
"Dream come true?"He leaned closer, whispering into your ear. âI don't recall actually agreeing to fuck youâŠâ
He looked at your towel clad body up and down, making you gulp and quickly walk away, gripping the material tight, him laughing behind you.Â
When you returned in a fresh pair of pajamas to a Jeonghan who was busy bustling away in the kitchen, singing a song softly, he asked what dream you were talking about.Â
âThere's this space I've wanted to own for a long time now.â You sat down at the breakfast bar, head perched on interlocked hands. âIt's up for lease and I might have the money to finally own it.â
âCongratulations princess.â Jeonghan looked up from his busy stirring, shooting you a smile. âThat sounds great.âÂ
You nodded, continuing to feel all too happy. âI still can't believe it, I think I might pass out.âÂ
âYes you might after eating this too.â He looked at you frazzled, âI might have added too much spice.â
âIs it that badâŠ.â
You trailed away when he held out a blob of the marinade on his finger, hand extended towards you. Hesitating, you leaned closer, taking his finger in your mouth, lips wrapping around his digit and pulled off with a pop. Your eyes didn't leave him the whole time, neither did his. Â
Clearing your throat, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
âIt's fine actually, I can take it.âÂ
Jeonghan didnât reply to that, simply turning back to his work silently. In the remaining 2 hours he spent cooking and flipping through the cookbook pages, he didnât talk or so much as look at you. Even when the two of you were eating and you complimented his food, he just gave a short nod. It was only when everything was done and he cleared the table that he finally spoke, telling you to rest for a bit. You told him you were behind a lot of projects and orders and had to work, and thatâs when he turned to you exasperated,Â
âYouâre sick, you can take a day off.âÂ
âThere's nothing else to do anyway.â You mumbled. âAnd I donât want to sleep again, I just woke up.âÂ
Jeonghan hummed, putting away the dishes before turning to you. âWanna build something?âÂ
You watched confused as he unpacked the remaining bags he brought home earlier, pulling out boxes of Legos.Â
âI wanna make a nice little space for Doljjong.âÂ
âWho?â You looked around, almost terrified. âPlease donât tell me you brought home a cat-âÂ
He pulled out a rock from his pocket, looking all too pleased. âDoljjong, my new pet.âÂ
âThatâs a rock.âÂ
âAnd?â He looked at it, stroking the soft surface. âI found it while playing football yesterday. Even the kids agreed it was perfect.âÂ
You burst out laughing at his silliness as he continued to insist how it was the perfect pet and how he had found the perfect Lego sets to build it the perfect small home.Â
Thatâs how most of the remaining day went - the two of you building Doljjongâs new residence. Actually, it was mostly Jeonghan at work, insisting that you were sick and slow and should just watch him. So thatâs what you did, leaning against the couch, sipping on the hot tea he made you, munching on the snacks he bought, watching him giggle away, making his creation.Â
As the sun began to set outside, you looked at him in the soft golden light, at how simple and ordinary he looked. Maybe you could bear him for another 4 days, maybe you didnât have to feel so terrified around him. Or perhaps you should feel more scared now that you were comfortable around himâŠ.Â
Even as you sat next to him snuggling on your couch with afternoonâs leftovers warmed up for dinner, you could only think about how you kinda wished he was here for longer, which was kind of insane - just a day ago you were desperate to have him out of here but now? Now you had to admit to yourself that the only reason left on the long list of âWhy Jeonghan Must Goâ was the way he made you feel, even when he was just sitting across you, eating and watching tv. God this was embarrassingâŠ.
When you finally put your thoughts behind you, getting ready to sleep in your usual place, Jeonghan offered that you take the bed but you refused, mumbling something about not washing the sheets. Laughing, Jeonghan sat back on his end of the couch, settling with a jacket wrapped around him.Â
âYou're gonna be here all night?â You looked at him surprised.Â
âYeah.â He shut his eyes, leaning back. âJust in case you need anything.â
âWhy?â You glanced at him. âI mean everything today, why did youâŠ.âÂ
âI know what it's like to not have anyone care when you're sick.â Sighing, he turned to look at you. âI've always had people at my beck and call but they always worked for me like it was their job, because I was their boss. It never really felt like any of them cared and sometimes, that hurt. But I've come to terms with that, that's just what it's like in this job.âÂ
âWhyâŠ.â You hesitated but decided to take a shot anyway. âWhy did you choose this profession then? I mean, what compelled youâŠâÂ
âCompelled?â Jeonghan chuckled, looking away and shutting his eyes again. âIf you're looking for a good-boy-forced-by-circumstances-to-go-bad kinda story I'm afraid I'm not the one for it, princess.âÂ
âIf it wasn't a compulsion, was it your choiceâŠ.âÂ
âI've never really been afraid to ask and get what I want.â He smiled. âSomewhere in that process this is who I became.â
âIs it that easy to justâŠ. go for what you want?â
âIt usually is when you don't care about the consequences that may follow so yeah, it has been easy for me.â He paused, like he was mulling over something. âSo far.â
Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he leaned over, tucking you properly under the sheets.Â
âEnough questions for today. You need rest.â He snuggled further on his end, a small smile dancing on his lips. âGoodnight Y/n.âÂ
âGoodnightâŠ..Jeonghan.âÂ
Day 7 of 10
Of all the ways you had imagined, one would think you'd wake up to Jeonghan, this was not one of them.Â
He was still fast asleep seated on his end of the couch, head leaned back, mouth slightly askew, his breathing soft and deep. Only noticeable thing was his hand on your thigh like a comforting weight - you vaguely remembered him gently patting you as you broke into a coughing fit in the middle of the night. Dragging yourself to sit up, you continued to stare at him, taking in all the beautiful features - he looked just like he did the day you first saw him. Maybe you would've given in to the temptation and run your finger across the delicate angles of his face if the landline didn't ring so loudly, both pulling you back and waking him up.Â
Muttering an apology you quickly picked up the call, only to be met by the even louder voice of your mother.Â
âYou're sick!?â
âHi mom, yeah, I was sick.â You mumbled frowning. ââŠ.how did you know?âÂ
âWhy didn't you tell me? I would've come, brought you some sides, made you something to eat-âÂ
âPlease stop screaming.â You groaned. âI can hear you just fine.âÂ
âDon't tell me what to do young woman. How can I not scream when I find out my sick daughter is being taken care of by a boyfriend whose existence I'm not even aware of.âÂ
You immediately sat up. âW-what?âÂ
âYeah, imagine my surprise when Minguk's grandmother told me you weren't well but I wasn't to worry because your âvery caring boyfriendâ is looking after you well.âÂ
You looked at Jeonghan who seemed to be able to hear everything given the volume your mother was talking in.Â
âMom I can explain-âÂ
âSave it. I'm coming home.âÂ
âMom-âÂ
And with that she cut the call, sending your heartbeat racing.
âFuck fuck fuck-âÂ
âCalm down princess.âÂ
âYou calm down!â You snapped back stupidly, running your hands through your hair. âI'm sorry, it's just, my mom isâŠ. a hawk. She's going to figure things out-â
âYou think sheâll call the cops on me?âÂ
âNo, no that. She hates watching the news, I'm sure she has no idea who you are but sheâs definitely going to know we-â you pointed between the two of you. â-aren't a thing.â
âHey I made your supermart boy believe it.â Jeonghan shrugged, leaning back. âAnd every old woman in a 2km radius.âÂ
âYeah well my mother isn't one of those women. She's hella observant and nosy and most importantly, she knows me. She knows I wouldn't be with someone like you.âÂ
âWow,â Jeonghan let out a low whistle. âThis is starting to become offensive, princess.â
âNoâŠâ You turned to him. âNo no no. What I mean is, you're not exactly the gentle, sweet boyfriend kind right? I mean⊠you know what I mean right?âÂ
Jeonghan smiled at you like he was enjoying this. âNo, I don't.âÂ
âYou do.â You muttered, knowing well that he was pushing you into a spot. âThe way youâre with women, it isnât how boyfriends are really, or at least how my mum would expect my boyfriend to be.âÂ
âItâs not like Iâm going to talk dirty to you in front of her.âÂ
Feeling the heat in your cheeks rise, you looked away. âNo I mean⊠you just seem so much moreâŠ.bad boy kinds and Iâve never been the kind to date someone like you, someone whoâs not-âÂ
âA prince wearing a shining armor on a white horse who comes to save the day?âÂ
Yes exactly that, as evident by the many drawings in your childhood journal but Jeonghan did not need to know that.Â
â-someone whoâs not very gentlemanly?âÂ
âSo what do you want me to do? Bow to your mother, kiss her hand, ask for your hand in marriage-âÂ
âI said gentle, not archaic.â You rolled your eyes.
âDo you really want that though?â He turned to you, head cocked in question. âA man who is gentle?â
You tried to avoid his gaze knowing he would read your answer to that like an open book.
âOf course. I'mâŠ.I'm a suburban girl with a boring, uneventful life. IâŠobviously want someone who's soft and sweet and-â
âShow me.âÂ
You turned to him so fast and so wide eyed, you were sure a vessel had burst somewhere.Â
âShow me how you want to be loved.âÂ
Stuttering and at an absolute loss of words, you continued staring at him stupidly. Chuckling softly, like always, Jeonghan leaned close.Â
âIf we need to convince your mother, then you're going to have to teach me what you like, princess.âÂ
Gulping you blinked at him, eyes flickering to his lips. He watched you with raised eyebrows as you hesitatingly mirrored his lean, closing the space between the two of you and gently pressed your mouth onto his.Â
Uncharacteristically, Jeonghan froze.Â
His sudden stiffness instantly brought you back to your senses, making you pull away, ready to apologise and banish yourself into your room forever but before a word could leave your mouth, Jeonghan quickly captured it again, sighing into the kiss, lips moving unnaturally soft.Â
âWell,â He muttered as he drew back and your eyes met his. âWhen I said show me, I meant show me what you wanted me to do to convince your mother about us? I didnât think this was a part of that-âÂ
âGood god.â You groaned, burying your face in your hands and yourself in the couch. What the hell did you just do?
âHey.â Chuckling, Jeonghan pulled your hands away, looking at you keenly. âBe honest with me though, is this really how you like it?âÂ
For some reason, the question seemed rhetorical, like he knew the answer already. Not entirely honest, you nodded slowly.Â
âHuh.â He leaned closer, like he was challenging your answer. âDo you want to know how I like it?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
Youâre not really sure how or why that word left your mouth so quickly but clearly, Jeonghan didnât care. Before you knew it, he ran his hand up your thigh, pulling you onto his lap with an ease you did not expect from him.Â
âAre you sure?â He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear with one hand, gripping your waist with the other. âYou donât-âÂ
âPlease.â You whispered back and that was all it took for him to hold your face and pull you down onto his mouth, lips ravenous against yours. As your hands fisted the material of his shirt, his slipped in your hair, gripping it in a way that surprisingly didnât hurt. Rather it felt good, like you wanted him to guide you the way he wanted, the way he liked, in any way he needed you to submit to him. As his hand ran down your back, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting like a mistake, a scandal and a terrible decision all at once but somehow you couldnât stop. Even when he pulled back to breathe, you descended upon him immediately, oxygen be damned because for the first time in forever, something in you was truly alive. Smirking against your lips Jeonghan grabbed your ass, rocking you against him, the outline of his hard length evident under you. You moaned very audibly when he broke away, placing a line of kisses down your neck while your hands, out of their own will, began unbuttoning your shirt.
âFuck princess, I knew you had a wild side.â He muttered against your skin, tongue running along the bruise he had made.Â
You had no idea. You had no idea an animal as hungry as this was inside you - the dull feeling that you had been getting between your legs all these days was turning into a terribly unbearable ache. You could not ignore it anymore.Â
âI need you-â You gasped, not expecting his mouth on the swell of your breasts. âI need your help, please Jeong-âÂ
And perhaps he wouldâve helped if not for the sound of the lock turning.Â
Your mother stood outside, balancing the bags in her hand, struggling to open the door with her spare set of keys. When she had managed to unlock the door and swing it open, she was met with the sight of her child and her apparent boyfriend sitting side by side expectantly. She however did not notice the mismatched buttoning of your shirt, or Jeonghanâs red, flushed expression or your hand awkwardly covering something on your neck.Â
âMom, youâre here, what a surprise.â Smiling wide and fake, you walked up to the woman setting her bags down on the kitchen counter, frowning at you.Â
âI let you know I was coming like half an hour ago.âÂ
âRight.â You mumbled as Jeonghan joined, standing beside you. Getting a hold of yourself, you moved to stand next to your mother putting some much needed distance between you and the man you were practically dying to jump. âThis is uh, Jeonghan. Heâs⊠heâs actuallyâŠâÂ
âThe boyfriend.â Jeonghan and your mother answered at the same time, taking each other aback.Â
âWell, well.â Your mother looked at him up and down in scrutiny before breaking into a smile. âSomething tells me you and I are going to get along great, Jeonghan. I want to hear all about how the two of you met.âÂ
If there is anything youâve learnt about Jeonghan today, it was that he was an excellent storyteller. Honestly, you wouldnât have been surprised if he was one of those people who wrote fanfictions on the internet as a hobby because wow did he have the talent for it.Â
As you were putting away all the things your mother bought you and he told her the apparent story of how the two of you met, you too listened in awe, stopping your work and staring at him, amazed. Your mother kept laughing, asking why you were behaving like you were listening to this story for the first time when you actually lived it. Laughing weakly you continued to listen, trying to look less awestruck.
Youâre not quite sure how Jeonghan learned the idea of romance within minutes because strangely, the story he made up was nothing short of a fairytale, one that had absolutely convinced your mother.Â
âOh Hannie.â She cooed, rubbing his arm. âIâm so glad my baby found you. There could not have been anyone more perfect.âÂ
As she looked at you fondly over her shoulder, Jeonghan shot you a triumphant smirk. You returned their looks with a hard smile of your own.Â
The rest of the day went pretty the same way - Your mother busied herself with making you some soup and dishes for lunch while Jeonghan stood nearby, entertaining her with his words and stories. Neither of them seemed to notice how you were doing. For one, you were feeling extremely hot - it was a cool day yet you were sweating like crazy, your cheeks were hot, and just the fabric of your clothes touching your skin felt weirdly uncomfortable. You were also strangely jumpy - every time Jeonghan so much as passed by you or his hand accidentally brushed any part of your skin, you would react like you were touched by a few hundred volts of electricity. The worst thing of them all was having to sit next to him during lunch - sure it was easier when you didnât have to look at him eye to eye but the soft kisses on your cheek and forehead??? The wiping of food on the edge of your mouth??? The constant brushing of your hair away from your face?? It was all getting a little too unbearable.Â
And it didnât help that you were already incredibly wet from your little escapade earlier, your panties sticking to you uncomfortable throughout all of this, only getting wetter if that were even possible.
Jeonghan seemed to have finally noticed your situation way too late in the day.Â
After lunch your mom took over the entertainment, showing Jeonghan pictures of you as a kid, telling him all your embarrassing stories. Soon, the sun set outside and usually, your mother, who liked to leave before it was too dark, insisted she wanted to have dinner with her daughterâs boyfriend. That was how the three of you found yourself in your usual bbq place with Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, all looking at you, wide eyed.Â
Perhaps it was the many hours that she spent with Jeonghan today or watching him interact with your three best friends so casually or looking at him play with the cats in the neighborhood, by the time your tipsy mother made it back to your apartment, she could not stop gushing about how Jeonghan was the best thing that ever happened to you. The praises only stopped when she finally resorted to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, leaving you standing and looking out of the balcony, finally alone, finally at peace.Â
That didnât last for long as Jeonghan stood beside you, trying to figure out what you were so intently staring at.Â
âGotta give it to you.â You scoffed. âI was worried my mom would doubt us but youâre a natural.âÂ
âIt helped that it was you.âÂ
Confused, you turned to him.Â
âI mean, the little demonstration of what you pretend to like and what you really like kinda helped.â He smirked.
Knowing he was trying to put you on the spot again, you looked away, âYou think you know everythingâŠ.âÂ
âI do. You think I havenât noticed that youâve been incredibly turned on since our little make out session?â You froze, unable to take your eyes off the empty street. âI could smell the arousal on you all day princess and quite frankly, itâs been driving me crazy.âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You mumbled, trying to leave only to be pulled back as Jeonghan trapped you between him and the railing before you.Â
His fingers ran down your arm slowly, âAre you telling me if I were to slip my hand between your legs, I wonât find you soaking wet?âÂ
âJeonghan please.â You whispered. âY-you canât say such things-âÂ
âYou could admit itâŠ.or I could check for myself.âÂ
It was like the words were stuck in your throat, the shame not letting you say anything. To begin with it was already embarrassing enough to come to terms with the fact that you were immensely attracted to this man, you have been since you laid eyes on him, but to admit that he had you desperate for him all day and wanted him in any and all ways possible? That was entirely a whole other level of mortification.Â
Jeonghan let out a breath, muttering in your ear. âI canât help you if you wonât ask me to.âÂ
You gulped. âSo begging really gets you off huh?âÂ
âYes, but you donât need to.â He smiled, his fingers running across the elastic of your bottoms. âYou just need to say the word. Say you want this. Say you want me.â
When you didnât respond to him despite a whole minute passing by, he let out a deep breath, stepping back with an understanding nod. Given how just that minimal distance between the two of you made your stomach drop, you finally cracked, holding him by the hand, pulling him back to press against your back. Holding your breath you dragged his hand, guiding it once again along the elastic of your pants.Â
You couldnât see but Jeonghan looked at you concerned. âHere?âÂ
âIf you donât touch me right now I might just cry.â You muttered, thankful you couldnât see what you assumed would be a triumphant expression, pushing his hand further down, past the hem of your underwear. âPlease Jeonghan.âÂ
Two very long and frustrating heartbeats later, he finally angled his hand, moving further down.
âFuck.â He groaned as his digits met the slick between your folds. âWere you this soaked all day?âÂ
You nodded, whispering. âBeen achingâŠ...âÂ
âTrust me, not more than I have.â He moved closer to you, pressing against your back, his erection confirming his words. The thought of potentially feeling that inside you made your mouth practically water, as you pressed your legs closer, squeezing his hand in between them.Â
Jeonghanâs finger grazed over your clit, making you keen and hold onto the railing for dear life.Â
âPlease.â That was all you could say with the way his fingers were teasing your entrance. âPlease, please, please-âÂ
Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand, pulling you back against his chest, whispering gruffly. âSave the begging for next time y/n.âÂ
Next time?Â
You gulped, body taut with anticipation, mind still reeling over his words as Jeonghan finally pushed in not one but two fingers at the same time, his thumb grazing over your clit simultaneously, your hand reflexively gripping his wrist. Maybe because youâve been silently thirsting over this man for almost a week now, or because you have been inexplicably horny all day, or because you just realised that the two of you were quite literally doing this out in the open where anyone could catch you in the act but the moment Jeonghanâs fingers pushed all the way in and he pressed on your clit, your walls clamped around his digits, back arching against him, your moan held back by his hand against your mouth. As your orgasm washed over you in waves, you panted against him, trying to catch your breath, the stars in the night sky suddenly swarming in front of your eyes.Â
âDidâŠâ For the first time ever, Jeonghan stuttered, like he was confused. âDid you just cum?âÂ
Your arousal dripped down his fingers, giving him his answer.Â
âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â He groaned. âor felt, rather.âÂ
As the pleasurable feeling began to ebb and the embarrassment took over, you tried to pry yourself away from his grip only for him to hold you more firmly, further pushing his fingers in. Overstimulated, your protests came out muffled against his hand, as you unwittingly clamped around him again.Â
âDonât.â He warned, head dipping to the crook of your neck, sighing. âGod, youâd feel like heaven around me.â You smiled slightly at his words, just a little proud, making him chuckle. âYou like the thought of that, donât you?âÂ
Given your new found bravado, you slowly nodded and Jeonghan pulled himself back with resolve. âItâs not very gentlemanly to fuck a woman after making her come just once.â Finally taking his hand off your mouth and sadly also pulling his fingers out you, he turned you around swiftly, pushing you up against the wall behind him. âGive me another one.â He muttered against your ear.Â
Although the post orgasm haze and more importantly, the post horny haze was receding and you were suddenly hyper aware that you were out in the open, Jeonghanâs deep voice, as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, âCome on, be good for me.â, made your decision.
 Oh you could be so good for him.Â
Threading your fingers in his hair, you pressed yourself up against him, nodding almost too eagerly. Smiling against your skin, Jeonghan slipped his hand between your bodies, sliding his fingers past all the layers of cloth keeping you away from him. You sighed like you were drowning in ecstasy as his fingers found your hole again, wasting no time to push his fingers in, curling almost instantly. When you gasped at the feeling of him grazing that spot, Jeonghan covered your mouth with his free hand once again, pressing you against the wall.Â
âNot here.â He warned but his actions seemed to be trying to do the exact opposite, fingers pumping in and out of you fast, your eyes almost rolling back in pleasure. âAfter this we are going inside and youâre gonna choose where you want to get railed and there, you can scream all you want.âÂ
You whined, both at the idea of him taking you on nearly every surface of your house and feeling everything inside you tighten once again. Jeonghanâs thumb began circling on your clit once again, making you squirm, knees almost buckling as you gripped his arm hard to steady yourself.
You could hear the sound of a plane flying high above, the beeping of a reversing car from somewhere below, the chatter from your neighbourâs television - somehow all of it exhilarated you. The thought of getting caught with Jeonghan knuckles deep inside you was weirdly, insanely hotâŠ. until you heard the next sound - the bathroom door opening.Â
Quickly pulling Jeonghanâs hand from your mouth and pushing him back much to his surprise, you harshly whispered. âMy mom!âÂ
Jeonghan immediately pulled his hand away, giving you just enough time to adjust your pants and smoothen the crinkles on your clothes before your mother walked into the balcony looking for the two of you.Â
Yet again, you were both smiling at her, abnormally and unnaturally wide. She frowned but overlooked it, announcing her decision instead. âIâll need an extra pillow for my back, Iâm staying the night.âÂ
Jeonghan and you exchanged looks at the unexpected news as the older woman narrowed her eyes at the two of you. âIs there a problem?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You tore your eyes away from Jeonghan. âI was just trying to remember where the extra bedding isâŠ.âÂ
âItâs at the bottom of your closet.â He muttered. âIâll grab it.âÂ
Jeonghan walked out of there quickly, not meeting your motherâs eyes as she leaned against the railing, looking out, saying something about how it was going to rain like crazy tonight.Â
You watched him disappear into the house and were about to turn your attention to your mother when he took a step back, catching your eye. As you raised your eyebrows in question, Jeonghan slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, yeah the two that were inside you moments ago, pulling them out with a pop. Laughing at your mortified expression, he walked away, leaving you with your heartbeat ringing in your ears.Â
Tonight was far from over.Â
Day 8 of 10Â
Much to your disappointment, nothing else happened last night.Â
Excusing yourself from your mother, the first thing you did was to shower, hoping youâd feel somewhat less filthy after your escapade in the balcony. Surprisingly, more than feeling scandalized about the madness you had indulged in, you found yourself disappointed that you didnât get the chance to cum on Jeonghanâs fingers again. Part of you wanted to finish off in the shower by yourself but you knew after Jeonghan, there was no way you could feel the same kind of high in your own - it was him or nothing.Â
By the time you had stepped out, Jeonghan had pillows and blankets piled up next to him on the couch and from the room, your mother called out to you. Shooting him a disappointed look which he returned, you retired to your room, sleeping next to her on your bed after a whole damn week.Â
That was perhaps why you woke up when it was way past 11 in the morning, body well rested after so long. When you stretched, walking out of your room, you could hear Jeonghan and your mother talking over the sound of what you guessed was them making breakfast.Â
â....that experience isolated my poor child.â You frowned hearing your motherâs voice. âAfter that she quit fashion school, moved away from everything she considered her world till that point-âÂ
âMom!â Walking over quickly, you interrupted the conversation. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âMaking breakfast.â She shrugged as Jeonghan walked up to you, placing a soft kiss on your temple, rubbing your arm like he sensed you were angry. âAnd telling Han about that shithead Bohyun-âÂ
âMom.â You spoke between gritted teeth. âThereâs no need to talk about him early in the morning-âÂ
âItâs half past 11-âÂ
âMom!â Looking at her exasperatedly, you crossed your arms. âDonât you have to give grandma her medicines, what are you still doing here?âÂ
âWould you look at that Han?â She looked at Jeonghan, shaking her head. âSheâs throwing her own mother out of the house.âÂ
âWhat? Iâm not-âÂ
âThe disrespect I tell you.â She continued, ignoring you. âWhen all I wish is the best for her. I told her. I told her back then not to date that boy. If she had listened to me things wouldnât have been like this-âÂ
âOkay, thatâs it, Iâm done here.â Giving up, you turned away, heading to your studio and locked yourself in. You would now do what you always did every time your dreaded ex came across your mind - throw yourself into your work and forget the rest of the world.
In a way, you had to thank your mother for reminding you about that man and consequently pushing you towards your work cause god were you way behind schedule. You knew you were falling behind but you didnât know it was this bad until you noticed all your deadlines menacingly staring at you from your calendar. Without wasting time, you got back into the mechanical pursuit of your job, the way you usually did when you had a surmount of orders. You only ever stepped out twice, once for lunch and once for dinner, settling for the food your mother had made for you, scarfing it down within minutes before returning to your designs.Â
It was only when your shoulders began to miserably ache way past your bedtime that you dragged yourself to the living and found Jeonghan sitting in front of the tv. Surprisingly, you had forgotten all about him in the last many hours, a strange guilt rising in your chest as you sat beside him. Jeonghan did not turn to you as you approached.Â
âAre youâŠâ You laughed at the screen. âAre you watching Princess and the Frog?âÂ
He nodded.
âAs a child, I never understood this movie.â You leaned back into the couch. âI always thought the prince was supposed to save the princess. Instead he turned out to be a playboy and dragged her through his miserable fate too.âÂ
Jeonghan hummed in response.Â
âI canât remember the last time I watched this.â You fiddled with your hands, trying to make conversation. âSeungkwan hates this movie so he never lets us watch during movie nights too.âÂ
Jeonghan simply hummed again.Â
Sighing, you turned to him. âAre youâŠ.angry or something?âÂ
âIâm not angry, just thinking.âÂ
âAbout what?âÂ
âThe things your mother told me about you and your past.â Jeonghan let out a deep breath, contemplating for a bit before finally talking. âI donât understand when people forget themselves in a relationship. It makes no sense to lose yourself in love.âÂ
âThatâs because youâve never been in love.â You watched the screen as the two animated frogs ran through the forest. âThatâs just how it is.âÂ
âIf thatâs love then I donât ever want to be in it.âÂ
âYeah well thatâs the part that sucks.â You scoffed. âYou donât really get to choose. Love just happens.âÂ
Jeonghan finally turned to you. âYou read too many fairy tales, princess.âÂ
Smiling at the familiar nickname, you leaned back into the couch. âI did, as a child. I grew up in a world of fairy tales. Thatâs where I met Bohyun, my ex.âÂ
Now Jeonghan had all his attention on you.Â
âWe were re-enacting Sleeping Beauty for a school play - I was Aurora and he was Prince Philip. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first of many things to be honest. We lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same schools, had the same friends⊠I even enrolled into fashion school because he wanted to study fashion and I wanted to be with him.â You sighed looking at Jeonghanâs expression. âYeah I can tell you donât like that. Honestly, that wasnât the worst decision I made. I actually really grew to love fashion designing, I canât imagine myself doing anything else. Itâs all the stuff after that I failed to see. Rather, I did see it all butâŠ. I guess I was too much of a coward to do anything about it.âÂ
Jeonghan waited quietly for you to continue.Â
âIt started with him disappearing for long hours, then it became days together. On some days he would give explanations and on some days he would in turn scold me for not trusting him? All this went on till the last semester of fashion school when as my mother would have told you, IâŠ.found him cheating on me.âÂ
Jeonghan looked like he expected that outcome.Â
âThe crazier thing was, I actually begged him to leave her and come back to me. It took a while but he eventually did and I thought everything was back to normal again but something had changed. I refused to see it but he became strangely controlling. He would want to have a say in who my friends were, he didnât like me hanging out with people he didn't get along with, he became more demanding aboutâŠ.â You gulped, voice dropping a little. â...sex. It was like he knew how much I needed him, likeâŠ.âÂ
âHe knew you didnât know how to say no.â Jeonghan completed for you, and you nodded.Â
âBut then he cheated again, and came back again and then cheated yet again and I took him back again and it just kept going on and on untilâŠ. one day he asked me for a lot of money, to help kick start his new business.â You sighed. âDo you remember that dream space I told you about? It was originally my grandmotherâs old kimbap shop, one that she gifted me, so I could open my own boutique there one day. I uh sold it, to get him the money he wanted andâŠ.he used it to buy his other girlfriend a house.âÂ
Jeonghanâs jaw tightened like he was mad.Â
âAfter that blow, I quit school and moved away from that neighbourhood to this place, my grandmotherâs apartment. Everyone thought I was done with him and was trying to move on butâŠ. I was honestly running away. Because I knew if he came backâŠ.â
âYou still wouldnât be able to say no.âÂ
You nodded. âI am pathetic, arenât I?âÂ
âYeah, a little.â Jeonghan scoffed. âI donât understand love, and Iâve never been in it, but one would have to be a fool to not be in love with you.âÂ
You looked at Jeonghan, slightly taken aback.Â
âThe world is harsh and cold and selfish Y/n. No one thinks about anything beyond themselves. And thereâs you, putting the person you love above everything. Itâs both pathetic and noble.â Jeonghan turned off the movie as the credits began rolling. âBut you cannot put your self respect on the line for assholes like him, you deserve much better than that.âÂ
âI know.â You sighed. âI wish I knew how to.âÂ
âBy speaking your mind.â Jeonghan stated like it was obvious. âBy refusing the things you donât want. By asking for the things you do want. By talking about how you feelâŠ. Not just when youâre drunk but also in all your senses.âÂ
Recalling that drunk night in the bathroom you laughed softly. He wasnât wrong. Things between the two of you had changed drastically since that conversation. A strange gratitude swelled in your heart towards Jeonghan and how though he had been with you for barely a week, he had understood you better than anyone had. Turning him to you, you placed a soft kiss on his mouth, muttering a heartfelt âThank you.âÂ
Jeonghan, though, rolled his eyes. âY/n, Iâm not even kidding, my grandmother kisses me like this.âÂ
You laughed as he reached for you, attempting to pull you into his lap yet again but you beat him to it, clambering in yourself, tucking your hair behind your ear.Â
Jeonghan smiled at the sight of you above him. âHey.âÂ
âHi.âÂ
âIs there something you want?âÂ
âYes.â You whispered, taking his face in your hands and kissing him again, this time, slipping your tongue in his mouth. Jeonghanâs lips curled into a smile as he pressed back, breaking free only to softly bite on your lower lip. Sighing dreamily, you rocked your hips against his, guided by his hands. You softly mumbled, holding back a moan. âWe didnât get to finishâŠ. whatever we were doing last night.âÂ
âAnd what was that?âÂ
â.....you know what.âÂ
âUse your words princess,â His voice went low and gruff, sending a tingle across your groin. âYou were far from shy with my fingers inside you.âÂ
âDonâtâŠ.âÂ
Jeonghanâs hands sneaked under your shirt, more than pleased to not find the hooks of a bra. âBedroom.â
You shook your head slowly, muttering. âToo far.âÂ
Chuckling Jeonghan leaned back. âYou want me to take you right here?âÂ
âYou said I could choose next timeâŠ.âÂ
âI also asked you to beg next time.â He whispered, tongue running over his lower lip, hands dragging you hips along his length. âSo tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers again.âÂ
âPlease.â You gasped. âJust fuck meâŠÂ with anything.âÂ
âAnythingâŠâ He repeated amused, before pulling your shirt over your head. No sooner did the material leave you, his mouth descended on your boob, pulling you in, towards him. Threading your fingers in his hair you gripped it as a moan slipped out of you - never in your life had you ever been this obscene but something about doing it with Jeonghan felt like this was the big catharsis of your life, waiting to happen.Â
With a swift movement he flipped you onto your back, laying you on the couch, hovering over you. Without wasting any time, you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers moving nimbly, thank god for fashion school. Jeonghan laughed as you attempted to push the fabric off his shoulders, holding your hands by the wrists, pinning it to your chest.Â
âEager aren't we?â He looked at you in a way that could only be described as mocking. âIf only you were honest with me from the start we could have been doing this for so long.âÂ
âI'm sorry-âÂ
âShhh.â Head raised, you watched him drag his mouth down your chest, inching closer to your abdomen. âI hate apologies. You either own it or fix it.âÂ
âHow can I fix it?âÂ
âBy telling me what you really want.â Pulling your shorts off your legs, he hovered right above where you were aching once again.Â
âIâŠI donât know.â Falling back onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. âI really don't. I just know that Iâve been weirdly winded and uneasy for a long time and it feels like youâre the only one who can help- oh my god.âÂ
Your eyes widened as you raised yourself on your elbows to see Jeonghan right between your legs, his mouth pressed onto your panties right there.Â
âLike this?â He grinned before peppering small kisses on the inside of your thigh.Â
When words refused to leave your dried up throat, you nodded slowly, not looking at him. Leaving your hands Jeonghan hooked his fingers on the elastic of your underwear, âUp.â and pulled it down your raised hips. As it joined the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor, suddenly you were hyper aware of the fact that you were completely bare while Jeonghan was still almost entirely clothed. Reflexively, your legs tried to squeeze shut, but Jeonghanâs hands stopped them, pulling them over his shoulders instead.Â
âI wish you could see yourself from my eyes Y/n.â He looked at you, eyes darkened in desire. You probably looked like a flushed, panting mess, completely missing the admiration etched on Jeonghanâs face.Â
Aware of Jeonghan and his ability to tease and especially his affinity for begging, you opened your mouth to do just the same but what left it was an unholy moan as Jeonghan descended upon you like he was ravenous. As though just his mouth on your clit wasnât making you lose your mind, his digits too slipped in, pumping slowly. He mustâve liked it when your fingers automatically threaded into his hair because his groan reverberated against your core making your back arch off the couch in pleasure.Â
Oral was completely new territory - you had never gotten or given it, god knows why considering this was clearly the best thing that has ever happened to you. As discussed yesterday, you let every sound leave your mouth freely, unbothered about the neighbours or people living around. Frankly it could be the end of the world and you wouldnât care, not with what Jeonghanâs tongue was doing inside you. He too seemed to enjoy your audible reactions and the way it told him just how you liked it, his fingers and mouth taking turns to manhandle you.Â
âJeonghan fu-fuck, right there.â You nearly sobbed as his fingers found your sweet spot, the one that made your toes quite literally curl.Â
âDonât cum Y/n, I donât want to be done just yet.âÂ
Well then he should have behaved like it because seconds after he said that you felt that tightening coil in you snap as you embarrassingly loudly, came on his tongue, riding it out against his mouth. Licking his lips Jeonghan pulled himself away from your legs, hovering above you once more, kissing you again. The taste of you in his mouth felt sinful but you let yourself be carried away by it as his hand ran up your thigh seductively before grabbing your more petite hand, placing it right where he was rock hard. As your mouth practically watered at how long and heavy he felt in your hands, Jeonghan buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little bite marks of red.Â
âI thought gentlemen didnât make a woman cum just once.â You muttered, gripping his erection the best you could in that angle and over his sweats.Â
Jeonghan hissed, his voice dropping an octave. âI thought you didnât want anything gentle?âÂ
âIâŠ.I donât.â You confessed out loud for the first time. âDo whatever you want, I can take it.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrows both pleased and impressed as his fingers toyed with the slick dripping between your folds. Eyes shut tight, you waited to feel him ravage you once again instead, you were met with the sound of a loud knock on your door.Â
Both Jeonghan and you looked at each other wondering if that was just imagination till another knock pulled you to your senses.Â
âPlease donât tell me thatâs your mother again.â Jeonghan quickly sat up, hands moving to button himself up.Â
âI hope not.â You got off the couch hurriedly, grabbed your clothes from the floor and quickly threw them on, smoothing out your hair. Jeonghan walked up to the door, waiting with his hand on the handle for you to look decent as you and your wobbly self tried to keep it together. The moment you pulled your shirt over your head and adjusted your shorts, Jeonghan opened the door and your heart dropped to your stomach.Â
Standing at the entrance was a young woman dressed in an unbelievably tight black dress, her hair held up by a high ponytail as she blew her baby pink bubblegum. She looked up from her phone at you then at the door number as though she was confirming if she was in the right place. You knew exactly why she was here and for whom.Â
Unable to comprehend how exactly to react in this situation, you grabbed your jacket from the stand and walked past Jeonghan, harshly pulling away from his attempt to hold you back. Not even glancing back, you disappeared into the night doing what you did best - running away.Â
âY/n.âÂ
When you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of Jeonghanâs face high above, upside down.Â
âOh my god.â You gasped slowly. âYour mouth is on your forehead and your eyes are on your chin.â
âAnd youâre clearly drunk. Again.â He walked around, lying down on the grass beside you. âWhich means it's time for both stupidity and honesty.âÂ
You turned your head towards him. âDid you just call me stupid?âÂ
Jeonghan mirrored you. âI also called you honest.âÂ
âHmm. Then I'll be honest. I don't want to talk to you.âÂ
âDo you want me to go then?âÂ
âNo.â You sighed. âI don't want you to go⊠to her.âÂ
âShe's gone. I sent her away the moment you left.â
âWhy did it take you so long to come to me then?â You pouted as Jeonghan laughed.Â
âI thought you'd be at the restaurant. I didn't expect to find you lying in the middle of the football field.âÂ
In all fairness, that was a valid point - you didn't want to face the boys right now so you purchased a few bottles of soju from the supermarket which were now lying empty around you.Â
âWhy did she come?â
âI didnât call anyone today.â He sighed. âItâs just, the instruction was for a new one to come every night. They came the last two nights too, I sent them away, just like I did today.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecauseâŠ. Because we,â Jeonghan cleared his throat. âI mean you and I-âÂ
âWhy do you need a new girl every night?âÂ
âI'm not sure.â Jeonghan turned away, staring at the stars. âI guess I'm justâŠÂ looking for a human connection with someone.âÂ
âLike that?â You scoffed. âBy sleeping with someone new everyday?âÂ
âI donât know Y/n, I don't even know how what Iâm searching for feels. Perhaps Iâm just looking for someone who makes me feelâŠ.. Normal? Like Iâm worthy of being cared for.âÂ
âDid you manage to find anyoneâŠ. who makes you feel like that?âÂ
Jeonghan turned to you with a small smile, eyes roaming over your features. âYes but ironically, not by sleeping with them.âÂ
You hummed, pausing for a silent minute.Â
âDid you never want to try and find that with me?â Eyes big and curious you turned to him. âDid you never want to sleep with me?âÂ
âI did. From the moment I laid my eyes on you.â Jeonghan recalled the first ever words he said to you. I love you. Maybe he didn't just say it out of relief. Maybe a part of him subconsciously knew this was it. You were it. âBut you quite literally kept running away from me. Hell, you couldn't even say the word âsex'-â
âI want to have sex with you.â You sat up in a flash. âJeonghan I really do want to have sex with you-âÂ
âYou're drunk.â Jeonghan chuckled. âSober you may not want the same thing-âÂ
âIt does. Every me wants this. Jeonghan-â To his complete surprise, you climbed onto him, straddling him around the waist, palms planted on his chest. â-I'm serious. Didn't you say I was honest when I'm drunk?âÂ
âI also said you were stupid when drunk.â He tucked your hair behind your ear fondly. âIt wonât be right to do anything now.âÂ
âFine. Iâll be sober by the morning and ask you first thing when I wake up, do you promise to fuck me right here?âÂ
âOut here? Ok thatâs a bit much even for me.â Jeonghan laughed. âYouâre a lot wilder than I anticipated, princess.âÂ
âUgh.â You groaned, lying down on his chest, eyes fluttering shut from the tiredness. âI think you bring out the worst in me.âÂ
âBut somehow you bring out the best in me.â Jeonghan stroked your head softly. âI can't remember the last time I felt this free and happy. Strangely, I think I've grown to like this little domestic life with you. The cooking, the shopping, the grandmas, the kids, your momâŠ..does it all have to end in 2 days?âÂ
When he didnât get a response, Jeonghan glanced down only to find you fast asleep, mouth slightly open. Laughing silently he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as he too dozed off into a peaceful slumber. Â
Day 9 of 10Â
You woke up to the feeling of harsh sunlight on your face which was not unusual given you always slept next to the window. What was unusual was waking up in the middle of the football field wrapped in Jeonghan's arms.
You're fully awake in the blink of an eye, mortified by the thought of people having seen the two of you, although no one seemed to be around as far as the eye could see.
âGood morning princess.â Jeonghan yawned, slowly waking up, his arms loosening around you. Taking the chance you slid off him, mumbling a small âmorning.â in reply.
Jeonghan snickered, glancing at you. âSomeone's definitely sober.âÂ
âWe should goâŠ.before someone sees us.âÂ
As you looked around trying to spot any unwelcome viewers, Jeonghan raised himself on his elbow, looking down at you.Â
âLast night you didn't seem to care.âÂ
âJeonghanâŠ.â His finger traced down your arm seductively. âPlease let's go home.âÂ
Reading into your urgency, Jeonghan nodded, pulling you up to your feet. As the two of you walked away, his hand was still interlocked in yours.Â
The streets near your house somehow looked more alive today. Suddenly everyone you knew was out on the street, waving you hi, wishing you good morning, smiling slightly at the sight of the two of you walking hand in hand. Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung, who normally only turned up in the evening for their shift after classes, were also standing outside the restaurant, looking at the two of you quizzically. As Jeonghan spotted them he let your hand go, greeting them with a nod before glancing at the convenience store.Â
âIâm gonna grab breakfast.â He stepped back. âWeâre going to need our energy for whatâs coming.â
As he walked off with a wink and you tried to suppress your excited smile, the boys jogged up to you, gathering around.Â
âDid I just see you two hold hands?â Soonyoung poked your arm with a smirk.Â
âSoonyoung later.â Seungkwan shut him up. âY/n, you have Jeonghanâs phone right?âÂ
âH-his phone?â You shook your head. âNot right now. Itâs in the drawer of the tv cabinetâŠ. I think?âÂ
âWell we gotta message that guy, assistant 1, remind him to keep the money ready.âÂ
You blinked like all the words he said just went over your head.Â
Seungkwan looked at you pointedly, âTomorrow is the tenth day Y/n, remember what weâre doing all this for?âÂ
âAre you okay?â Seokmin glanced at you lost in thought.Â
No, no you did not think you were okay.Â
âNo.âÂ
That was the first word that left you the moment you entered your house and Jeonghan closed the door behind you.Â
âI mean, you were right. Sober me doesnât want the same thing.âÂ
Jeonghan looked at you trying not to show the surprise and confusion on his face. You, on the other hand, finally had clarity - this was Jeonghan. Mafia boss Yoon Jeonghan. The man who was on the run from the cops, the man who you were in fact holding for a ransom, the man who will be gone in a day. This wasnât you - sleeping with a man because you couldnât keep it in your pants. You had no idea why you were behaving like this.Â
âJeonghan, I'm a relationship kind of girl. I canât sleep with someone whoâŠ. Who isnât a permanent part of my life. Whoâs justâŠ. in it for one night.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âJeonghan youâre the kind who needs a new woman every night and Iâm not interested in being a part of that long list-â
âDid you not hear a word I said last night?âÂ
âYou told me to learn how to say no.â You raised your hands. âIâve learnt it and this is me saying no. â You let out a deep, determined breath. âI donât want this.âÂ
Jeonghan stared at you for a minute before his eyes fell to the floor.Â
âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
And with that he walked past you, finishing everything just as easily as it started.Â
Strangely, the rest of the day, Jeonghan didnât behave any differently than he usually did. You expected him to be mad or at least upset but quite frankly, he seemed unbothered. You did notice though that he ordered his own food for lunch and seemed particularly cautious about how he was around you in your personal space. Gone was the Jeonghan who liked to lean in to say the simplest of things.Â
His lack of botheration though, particularly bothered you. From the things he had said and the way he had behaved, it seemed like he wanted you as much as you wanted him so how was it so easy for him to put so much distance between the two of you when it was excruciatingly painful for you to stay even a foot away from him? How was he able to be so calm and casual, like you didnât just completely cast him aside? How did it not matter to him that you didnât want him to be a part of your life?Â
It was because of all this consistent overthinking that you could only manage to keep yourself away from Jeonghan for about five hours, till around sunset. Finding a pack of condoms in the bag of food he brought from the supermarket was probably what finally set you off.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You threw the pack onto the couch beside him.
Jeonghan glanced at the pack, then at you. âBased on last nightâs conversation, I assumed certain things about today, so I thought that was a sensible purchase.âÂ
âExactly, why arenât you more upset?â You crossed your arms. âI told you I wanted to last night, you even prepared for it, then in the very last second, I said no-âÂ
âThatâs exactly why Iâm not upset.â Sighing, Jeonghan stood. âY/n, Iâm glad you said no. Iâm happy you learnt to say it. I couldn't care less that Iâm the first victim of this newfound voice, Iâm just happy you found it.âÂ
You blinked at him.
âI know youâre thinking about the future and thatâs fair. I donât know how long I can be here or if I will be forced to be on the run again, or what really is in store for me but Iâm just happy that even if Iâm not there, you will be able to respect yourself the way I do. That you wonât compromise with what you want for what others want from you-âÂ
Strangely overwhelmed, you pulled him by his shirt and claimed his breath with a kiss. Almost instantly, Jeonghan kissed you back, hands gripping your waist, mouth ravenously capturing yours like the five hours you were apart were unbearable for him too.Â
âWait.â He pulled back when the loss of breath somehow brought him back to his senses. âY/n what-âÂ
âFuck me Jeonghan.âÂ
âDidnât you say-âÂ
âI take it back.âÂ
âY/n.â Jeonghan pulled away, holding you at an arm's distance. âDonât do things youâll regret.âÂ
âBut I want this.â You kissed him again, muttering against his mouth. âI want you.âÂ
Jeonghan clearly, if anything, was a man. The moment you whispered a soft please, grinding your hip against his, he smashed his lips onto yours again, refusing to break away even though the two of you could barely find footing as you stumbled to your room. He only parted when the back of his knees hit your bed, forcing him to sit down and he looked up at you between the tresses falling into his eyes. You pushed it back, running the back of your hand along his cheek.Â
âI wish the world looked at me the way you do.âÂ
âIf anyone else looked at you this way,â Jeonghan raised his eyebrows. âIâm afraid it's going to be the last thing they ever look at.âÂ
You laughed rolling your eyes. âA little admiration isnât a crime.âÂ
âIf admiration is what you want, then I shall bend the will of every man in the city into doing so.â He smirked, attempting to bite your fingers lingering by his lips. âLet me properly show you mine first.âÂ
As he tugged on your shirt you obediently pulled it over your head as he stripped out of his own. It wasnât the first time the two of you were seeing each other shirtless but there was a strange charged energy rippling between you now, one that was almost impossible to ignore. As you bent down to kiss him again, his hands found the hooks of your bra, unclasping them as you quickly dragged it down your arms, tossing it somewhere. His hand ran up the insides of your thigh, a jolt running through you when his fingers grazed over your clit. As you gasped, he took the chance to pull you closer by the leg, running his mouth below your belly button.Â
âJeonghan, havenât we had enough foreplay?â You sighed, throwing your head back as he marked your skin, slowly pulling both your shorts and underwear in one go. âWeâve been doing this for days, letâs just get to it please.âÂ
âTo what?â Feigning innocence he smirked, running his tongue along his teeth.Â
âFucking.â You pushed him back into the bed. âFuck me Jeonghan. Properly. Your dick inside me kinds.â
Jeonghan raised himself on his elbows, laughing. âLook at you, using your big girl words.âÂ
Kicking off the rest of your clothes, you attempted to straddle him when he pulled you into the mattress and in a flash, you were lying on the bed and he was towering over you instead. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a condom and threw it at you.Â
âOpen it.âÂ
Holding the wrapper between your teeth, you ripped it open as fast as you could, earning a tutting noise from Jeonghan.Â
âY/n, you could make a hole like that.âÂ
You stared at him blankly, like you were supposed to understand what he was saying when he was standing there with his pants discarded, stroking himself. Your mouth was in a strange combination of being dry but also somehow almost drooling. Almost the same way you wanted him both in your mouth and rearranging your organs down under, all at once. Jeonghan chuckled at your inability to function as he gently grabbed the latex from you and rolled it over his length. You shouldnât have expressed so much eagerness to have him fuck you - you couldâve felt every vein and ridge you were seeing in your mouth first but that thought dissipated the moment Jeonghan hovered over you, grabbing you by the jaw. Almost reflexively, your mouth opened for him, allowing him to slide his thumb in as you earnestly sucked it, hoping his smirk would turn into the hunger to feel your lips around him. As much as Jeonghan did tell you to ask for what you want, you had a feeling if you told him just how desperate you were to have him fuck your mouth, he would never let you live it down.Â
âI know what you want.â Jeonghan spoke under his breath as his hand trailed down your body, slipping between your legs. âBut I want this a lot more. Is that okay?âÂ
Okay? You nodded immediately - it was absolutely okay. You just wanted to be full of him one way or another. Jeonghan shook his head.
âWords baby.â He slid his thumb in, almost embarrassingly easily, as he stared at his finger disappear inside you. âAlthough this is telltale, we will do whatever you want.â He leaned over, pressing his forehead against yours. âIâll give you whatever you want.âÂ
âYou.â You breathed out, âHowever, wherever-âÂ
And the words died on your tongue when he swiftly pulled his finger out and immediately entered you, gently pushing in till he bottomed out. Chest heaving, you could feel yourself panting as your body tried to adjust to his girth. Jeonghan groaned into your ear as your walls fluttered around him, still getting accustomed to the stretch.Â
âI knew youâd feel good.âÂ
âY-yeah?â
âYou feel fucking perfect.â Jeonghan pulled back just a little, his hips setting a slow rhythm. âI could be in you forever.â
Before a proud smile could even fully form on your face, Jeonghan picked up the pace, making your lips part with a moan.Â
âIâŠ.Oh god.â You whined, trying to find your words in between his continuous strokes. âIâŠ.. didnât think you were a missionary kind of guy.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckled as he ran his hand down your leg and pulled your knee up so he could grip your thigh. âI want to see you cum.â Sighing, he bit on your lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. âI want to see how I make you feel.âÂ
âSo fucking good.â You muttered against his mouth, finding your hips moving against his on their own accord. You wanted to make him feel good so you wrapped your legs around his waist and ran your nails down his back and wow did that work like a charm because Jeonghanâs rhythm instantly faltered, as did his grip on your thigh, surely bruising it.Â
âOh Y/n,â He slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit when you groaned at the touch. âI can play the game too.âÂ
âWhatever you do, just- fuck.â You squirmed as Jeonghan seemed to have the perfect combination of thrusts and rubbing circles. âJust donât stop.âÂ
âNever.â He groaned, continuing to make you fall apart as you felt your back arch off the mattress, toes curling in pleasure. Jeonghan latched his mouth on your bared neck, muttering, âYes, yes cum for me.âÂ
And you did, finally, after days of desiring to be railed by this man, you came around him, body keening under his weight, eyes nearly rolling back. As you slowly panted back to reality, Jeonghan, who had long pulled out of you and rolled off you onto his side, was looking at you intently. Embarrassed that this was not the first but the second time he managed to break you in minutes, you covered your face with your hands, earning Jeonghanâs laugh.Â
âWhy are you hiding?â He tried to pry your hands away, only to fail. âI didnât think it was possible for you to look more pretty but fuck you looked so beautful when you came.âÂ
âJeonghan pleaseâŠ.â Â
âPlease what?â He chuckled, shifting beside you. âIâve seen all there is to.â
You shook your head, choosing the darkness over meeting his eyes when suddenly, you felt him crawl between your legs and his mouth descend on you as he spread them apart. Considering how sensitive you were, your hands immediately flew to his head, eyes widening as he licked your arousal, looking at you victoriously.Â
âI canâtâŠ.â You muttered and he pulled away, licking his lips, sitting back on his heels. Eyes running over his flushed face and body, you noticed the marks of your nail on his bicep, and also the fact that he was still hard as ever.Â
âYou didnât finish.â You sat up, crossing your legs, only just realizing.
âI usually need a lot more than a few minutes to finish.â He pursed his lips but you knew he was trying to hold back a smile. A mocking one, at how easily you seemed to cum.Â
âThen letâs go again.â You cocked your head. ââŠ. On one condition.âÂ
âAnd what is that?âÂ
You let out a deep breath. âTake off your condom.âÂ
Jeonghanâs eyebrows shot up. âYou canât be serious.âÂ
âConsidering you sleep with a new woman every night, Iâm guessing you always use protection.âÂ
âAlways, that's an unsaid ruleâÂ
âBut Iâm not them, so their rules canât apply to me.â It was your turn to smirk. âWeâll see how long you last when you fuck me raw.âÂ
âLook at you, challenging me.â Jeonghan smiled like he was proud. âBut it's not safe Y/n-âÂ
âWhatâs life without a little recklessness?â You rolled your eyes earning Jeonghanâs laugh. âBesides, that condom probably already has a hole from my teeth so-âÂ
âSo Iâll grab another one.âÂ
âYoon Jeonghan, if you leave this bed, this ends.â You crossed your arms. âYour choice.âÂ
âYouâre not giving me much of a choice really.âÂ
âI know.â You grinned. âNow might also be a good time to add that though I might not be one of your regular nightly encounters, you should know that I heard you almost every night.â You let your voice go softer. âAnd I liked itâŠ.. A lot.âÂ
Finally, finally, Jeonghanâs expression darkened the way you wanted it to. âI suspected.âÂ
âAnd Iâm confirming.â You shrugged. âAnd by the way, I also have an IUD so Iâm not sure what youâre waiting for.âÂ
Jeonghan paused for a minute before he finally spoke. âOn your knees.âÂ
You shook your head, extending your hand and pulling his condom off, tossing the latex in a nearby bin. âIn my mouth.âÂ
âI donât think so, princess.â Jeonghan not so gently pushed you back into the mattress, your back barely hitting it before he flipped you over and pulled you onto your knees. âI prefer blowjobs as a wake up call. This time of the night, I like to prove bratty girls wrong.âÂ
You laughed, looking over your shoulder. âBut I want to see your face when I prove you wrong.âÂ
Knowing exactly what you wanted, Jeonnghan sighed before lying down on his back next to you, allowing you to move over and straddle him.Â
âMy bet is 9 minutes.â You ran your hand down his chest. âI donât think you can last till double digits.âÂ
âWe both know you wonât last even half of that Y/n-â He smirked. â-given your track record.âÂ
Deciding to prove him wrong with actions not words, you aligned his tip under you and sank down his length with a slow, deep moan. The stretch in this new angle felt different but it also let you take him further in, deeper than you had even imagined it was possible.Â
Maybe Jeonghan was right about you breaking first. Given the way he made you feel so full, the way you felt every inch of his bare length in your insides, you knew it was only a matter of time.Â
Or maybe not. Evidently, this was the first time Jeonghan was ever fucking someone raw. You could tell by the way he sounded with every drag of your walls against his dick - the struggling breathy moans that he was trying not to let out as you picked up the pace.Â
You knew if you chose to grind your hips against his, it would help reach those spots in you a whole lot better, sending waves of pleasure through your body but you were determined to make Jeonghan cum first. Thatâs why you supported yourself with your palms on his chest, moving your hips up and down along his length and momentarily, Jeonghan gripped your waist tight, encouraging you to move just like that. At least until he realised he was getting too close to cumming and too close to losing. Changing strategy, he grabbed and squeezed your boobs instead, trying to ignore his own approaching high. When you responded with a whimper, satisfied, he dragged his hand down, bringing attention to your ignored clit.Â
âThatâs cheating.â You panted, throwing your head back, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach.Â
Jeonghan snickered, shaking his head, refusing to stop his ministrations. If there was one thing he always took pride in, it was his ability to capitalize on every womanâs weakness - her clit.Â
Though you were feeling your legs shake and your arms were struggling to hold your weight, you didnât stop, ignoring your breaths which were getting fast and shallow.Â
Jeonghan however, immediately picked up on it, reaching for your wrist and pulling you, making you fall over, onto him.Â
âHey,â He tried to get a good look at your face. âYou okay?âÂ
âTired.â You mumbled. âIâve never been on top.âÂ
âLet me.â He whispered, dropping a kiss on your cheek as you nodded.Â
Grabbing your ass with both his hands he raised it, guiding your movements and snapping his hips up at the same time. You on the other hand, let him have his way with you, busying yourself, alternating leaving marks all over his neck and shoulder and moaning sweetly into his ear. Both things seemed to rile him effectively as his pace became merciless and erratic, pounding into you the way you had only dreamed of for days. With a few more rough thrusts, you felt your walls tighten around him as the coil in you finally snapped and thanks to your tight constriction around his length, Jeonghan too came inside you, ropes of white filling you as he groaned in your ear.Â
As the two of you slowly came down from your high, Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you, dropping a sweet kiss in your hair. You snuggled into his neck, ignoring the feeling of your mixed releases leaking out of you.Â
âThat was definitely more than 9 minutes.â Jeonghan pointed out.Â
âI lasted more than half.âÂ
âSo neither of us won?â Jeonghan hummed.
You pulled yourself up, looking at him. âOr maybeâŠ. we need round three to decide.âÂ
âYou read my mind.â He smirked, quickly flipping you onto your back, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he hovered over you. The night was still so so young.
Day 10 of 10Â
By the time you came around, the night had passed and the sun had begun to rise. No wonder it felt a whole lot warmer even though you were butt naked, covered by just a thin blanket thrown over you. It was the morning sun and also Jeonghan, who was comfortably snuggled in your arms, his breath soft against the crook of your neck. As you shifted from him just a little, trying to glance at his beautiful face, he pulled away, grumbling as he rolled onto his back, still fast asleep. Raising yourself on your elbow, you glanced at him.Â
Last night wasâŠ..something. You never really admitted to yourself in the last few days that you had thought about sleeping with Jeonghan a few hundred times, but now you did and you also had to admit that it was nowhere how you thought it would have gone. Maybe rounds two, three, four and how many ever that followed did match up to that but somehow, it was round one that was playing in your mind. The unexpected softness from him, the way he was looking into your eyesâŠ.. It all felt a bit strange. Like it was something you would do.Â
On the other hand, the wild person you expected Jeonghan to be, ended up coming out of you. The kinds of things you said? The kinds of things you did? It was so uncharacteristic yetâŠ.. It didnât feel wrong. In fact, in a very long time, you were feeling strangely liberated. Like there was no fairytale ending written for you and surprisingly you didnât mind that.Â
But speaking of happy endingsâŠ..
You determinedly pulled away your blanket covering Jeonghan, glancing at how his boxers were on again. Maybe he put them on after you had promptly passed out last night, completely worn out and exhausted, just the way he seemed to have cleaned you up before tucking you in. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you got between his legs, pulling down the elastic of his underwear, taking his dick into your hands. Surprisingly, Jeonghan didnât stir awake, or even move an inch so you promptly began stroking it, quickening your movements, especially when you slowly felt him harden under your touch. It was only when you spat in your hand and began to jerk him off more steadily that he finally came around, eyes slowly blinking open.Â
âFirst thing in the morning?â He smiled sleepily. âYouâre insatiable.âÂ
âRise and shine.â You grinned. âSomeone said something about a wake up call.âÂ
âI said Iâd like your mouth.â He tucked his hand below his head looking at you with what you could only comprehend as a mix of lust and fondness.Â
Smiling, you got down on your stomach, wrapping your mouth around his tip eliciting a shaky breath from him. You pulled back with a wet pop and the lick of the lips. âAnd it's all yours.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckled, whispering, âYouâre going to be the end of me princess.âÂ
Little did he know.... you actually were.Â
The warm water on your skin was much needed after an unexpectedly long morning. Actually, it was very much expected considering the way you woke Jeonghan up. It was only natural that he would return the favor to the best of his abilities and that somehow spiraled from one thing to another, causing morning to turn into afternoon. Your stomach let out a low rumble, reminding you that you were hungry and that you should have put water to boil so you could make some ramyeon for lunch. You knew Jeonghan particularly enjoyed soggy noodles and it was also the quickest meal you could have given how much energy was exhausted in the last 12 or so hours.
As you stepped out of the shower, dried yourself and slipped into a comfortable pair of clothes, conspicuously leaving the top two buttons open, you found Jeonghan standing in the kitchen behind the stove.Â
âYou put the water to boil?â You smiled relieved. âThank god-âÂ
âYou kidnapped me?â Jeonghan turned to you, eyes flashing the pain of betrayal. In his hand was his phone, the one you had safely stashed in the drawer and on the screen was a message from his assistant. One that said the money in exchange for Jeonghan was ready. âAll these days, you let me stay in your house because you were holding me for ransom?âÂ
âJeonghan I know what it looks like and I can explain-âÂ
âAll this for what? To buy your grandmotherâs shop again?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You stepped up shaking your head. âI didnât even know about the shop till you were with me. Jeonghan, I didnât do this for money-âÂ
âI should have known when your mother said she had no brother.â Jeonghan shook his head like he couldnât believe himself. âKeeping me here as a twisted revenge for your incarcerated uncle, why did I overlook how stupid that was?â
âOkay that was a lie, but I didnât make it up.â You tried to hold his hand, but he pulled away hurtfully. âJeonghan, it was the boysâŠ. I just went with whatever they told me to do. Things just turned out this way, none of us planned for it to happen andâŠ. I wasnât going to go through with this plan anyways, I was going to call it off today-âÂ
âWhy?â Jeonghan looked at you impassively. âWhat changed in 10 days?âÂ
You blinked at him, words lost. âIâŠ.. I got to know you. I saw who you could be if you distanced yourself from all that crime and lived a normal life. I always believe people deserve a second chance and I thought so do you. And we didnât even get a first chance-âÂ
You turned at the sound of the doorbell before glancing at the clock. A part of you wanted to ignore it and clear the air with Jeonghan but when it rang urgently again, you sighed, turning to him.Â
âI think itâs the boys, Iâm sorry, just give me a second.âÂ
Rushing, you half ran over to the door quickly opening it, shaking your head. âGuys, things are a mess-âÂ
But it seemed like the bigger mess had in fact just arrived. Standing before you was the one person you did not want to see, especially now - Bohyun.Â
âW-what are you doing here? And how did you even find me?âÂ
Uninvited, Bohyun stepped in walking past you. âYour motherâŠ.â He turned to you, clearing his throat. âI assumed when you left that you had gone overseas, to Paris maybe, your dream city. But your mother said she met you and your new boyfriend so I figured you were in town and considering how your grandmother moved in with your mom, I guessed that you would be here.â He looked at you painfully. âIs⊠Is it true? Do you actually have a boyfriend now?âÂ
âBohyunâŠ.â You ran your fingers through your hair stressed. There was too much going on at once. Your past and your potential future were at crossroads you had never imagined. âI donât know what to tell you-âÂ
âMaybe try telling the truth Y/n.â Jeonghan walked out of the kitchen, his hands stuffed in his pockets. âDonât you think itâs time?âÂ
âYouâŠ.â Bohyunâs eyes widened as they fell on Jeonghan and he immediately stepped back, pulling you behind him. âYouâre Yoon Jeonghan.âÂ
âFinally.â Jeonghan scoffed. âSomeone knows.âÂ
âY/n, I donât know what this man has been telling you but he is a criminal.â Bohyun looked at you over his shoulder. âHis posters are all over the city, heâs wanted by the cops-âÂ
âShe knows.â Jeonghan's voice shook, just a little. âShe knows exactly who I am and exactly what Iâm worth.âÂ
âJeonghan please-âÂ
âYou know?â Bohyun turned to you, shocked. âYou know who he is and you chose to be with him?âÂ
âBohyunâŠ. y-you have no idea whatâs going on here.âÂ
âOh I do.â He let out a breath like this was all ridiculous. âYouâre so desperate for a man, that you would throw yourself at literally anyone-âÂ
And before he could ever complete that sentence, Jeonghan turned him by the shoulder and landed a hard punch straight at his jaw.
âJeonghan!âÂ
As Bohyun stumbled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he snarled at the other man, throwing a punch on his own, straight in his midriff, making him buckle over. As the two men furiously threw hands, bruising and bleeding, you stood frozen, unable to watch them or stop them. Before you knew it though, within minutes, Jeonghan had Bohyun on his knees, the latter struggling to keep his eyes open, just one blow away from being knocked out. As Jeonghan raised his hand, you quickly put yourself between the two men.Â
âJeonghan no.âÂ
âDid you not hear the way he spoke about you?â He looked uncharacteristically furious, breathing hard. âHow dare he-âÂ
âThatâs between Bohyun and I. You shouldnât have come in between.âÂ
Jeonghan lowered his hand, looking at you like he was jolted. Standing up staggering, Bohyun wiped the blood from his mouth, hissing.
âYou heard her. Clearly, she picks me.â He smiled victoriously. âThe only place you belong is in jail, you bastard, where the fuck is my phone-âÂ
âY/n, after all heâs done to you, youâre really siding with him?âÂ
âJeonghan, I think you should leave.â Your voice left you in a soft whisper as he looked at you unbelievably hurt. âPlease justâŠ. itâs best that you go.âÂ
Tearing his eyes away from you, Jeonghan let out a shaky breath before slowly nodding. âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
And with that, without so much as sparing you a glance, he walked past you and out of your house as you watched him disappearing from your sight. When you finally let out the breath you were holding, Bohyun put his arm around your shoulder.Â
âI knew you still loved me.â He rubbed your arm. âYou and I were always meant to be, sweetheart.âÂ
Tongue in your cheek you sighed before removing Bohyunâs arm from around you. Turning to him, with everything you had in your being, you slapped him right across the face. Bohyun stumbled at the impact, looking shell shocked.Â
âThe only thing you and I are, is over.â You spat, the words bitter in your mouth. âHow could you even think of coming back to me?âÂ
âBabe-âÂ
âDon't call me that.â You pushed him away. âYou're right. I always did choose you. I always put you above me, but you? Forget loving me, you didn't have the minimum decency to respect me.â
âY/n, I said sorry, I really am sorry.â
âMe too.â You stood your ground. âIâm sorry to myself. I'm sorry I gave you the chance to push me around like this. I'm sorry I didn't stand up for myself sooner. But I'm done now. I won't be making the same mistakes.â
âY/nâŠ.â Bohyun held your arm softer than he ever had in the many years you were together. âI know I was wrong. The last few months without you weren't the same, I realised how bad I was to you and how much I need you please don't do this. Please come backâŠ..what we had was so good-âÂ
âGood for you Bohyun, but not good enough for me.â You pulled your arm away. âI won't take you back this time, or ever. We're done for good.âÂ
Bohyun stared at the floor, coming to terms with your words.
âIt's because of Yoon Jeonghan isn't it?â His voice turned into a nasty snarl. âYou would choose a criminal over me-â
âYou still don't get it, do you?â You looked at him with disbelief. âIt's not him I choose, it's myself.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âI'm done explaining. I don't owe you anymore conversation, I didn't even owe you this.â You sighed, walking up to the door, holding it open. âGet out of my house.â
Bohyun tried to meet your eye as he slowly walked up to you while you refused to so much as look at him. When he realised you were not going to change your mind, he stepped out of the house and you closed the door behind him with a resounding slam. Holding your racing heart you leaned against it, unable to believe what you just did.Â
Something in you felt free yet your heart was strangely heavy - you got rid of Bohyun but you lost Jeonghan in the process. Unwilling to give him up, you quickly grabbed your jacket and phone and rushed out of the house, calling your friends. Hopefully he hadn't gotten too far.Â
You needed to see him again. You needed to tell him everything truthfully.
As the night sky darkened, you walked into your apartment slowly, finding yourself alone in it after days.
You didnât find Jeonghan anywhere. When you told the boys about all that happened, they were beyond understanding, immediately helping you look for him too. But alas, he was nowhere to be found.Â
As you sank into the couch, heartbroken over how things ended between you two, Seungkwan's message popped on your phone screen.Â
Y/n, I think you should see the news.
Panicking, you grabbed your remote and turned on the TV only to see your worst nightmare - Jeonghan being handcuffed and led away by the cops.Â
âMafia criminal and mastermind Yoon Jeonghan surrendered a few hours ago to the city police force after nearly 15 days of absconding. The precise reason for why he turned himself in and where he was all this while is unknown but the police are investigating the case. Yoon Jeonghan escaped prison on the 15th of August after tricking two security guards with a severe stomach ache and requesting for medical assistanceâŠ..âÂ
The rest of the words faded away as you watched the footage of Jeonghan being escorted away. The pain of betrayal was still flashing in his eyes. Everything was truly over.
10 days later.Â
Jeonghan leaned against the wall of his cell, staring into the darkness. He knew it was well into the night but sleep wasn't coming to him as always. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see you, every time he opened them he instinctively looked for you - you refused to get out of his head.Â
When Jeonghan saw you for the first time, admittedly he thought you were incredibly beautiful but he saw you as more of a conquest - you had that sweet, innocent expression but there was something darker lingering behind your eyes. It made him want to tease it out of you, expose you for what you really were but with each day, when he saw how simple and soft you were, that desire in him died. In his world everything was as corrupt as could be and you were so good to him, Jeonghan knew that little uncommon goodness had to be preserved, remain untouched. That's why though he itched to get under your skin, he tried his best to keep his distance.
That was of course until you decided to kiss him - after that Jeonghan knew keeping his hands off you was the hardest thing he ever had to do. It wasnât just because he was uncharacteristically attracted to you, normally it was girls in skin tight leather pants and low neck dresses that caught his attention but because heâŠâŠliked you. He liked watching you work, he liked spending time with you, he liked the idea of a quiet, uneventful life with you. He had spent all his life chasing something that made him feel complete, not even knowing what it was, until those 10 days with you - that was what he wanted.Â
But clearly you didnât want him. Though he was unable to accept it at the moment, eventually, he believed you when you said it was never your intention to kidnap him. When he discovered his ringing phone in the drawer due to his assistantâs consistent calling and found out that his price was a hundred thousand dollars Jeonghan was beyond hurt. But you were right - you didnât know about your grandmotherâs shop until the last few days. His assistant too confirmed that it was more the boy's plan than yours and that it was definitely not intentional because it was so poorly made that thanks to his phone, his assistant knew Jeonghan's location the whole time - he was only letting the boys get away with it so Jeonghan had a safe place to hide till things fell in place.
Regardless of everything that happened, it still didnât mean that you wanted him. Especially when that ex of yours came into your life yet again and you so easily asked him to leave - Jeonghan received the message loud and clear. He was not wanted.Â
By you at least. The city police definitely wanted him and he knew he had to be on the run yet again but with a part of him left behind in your home, he didnât know how he was supposed to move away and move on. All he could do was hopelessly wish that you had left a part of you with him too and didnât always just appear before him like a figment of his imagination. Even now his eyes were playing tricks, showing him the image of you crouched outside his cell bars. You were wearing a police uniform though - Jeonghan softly chuckled. Roleplay was a new element in his imagination.Â
Or not.Â
Because as Jeonghan stared harder, expecting the mirage of you to disappear, you smiled at him with a small wave and the whisper of his nameâŠ..You were actually here.Â
Panicking, Jeonghan quickly got to his feet rushing towards you. As his fingers touched your face, confirming your presence, he shook his head.Â
âOh noâŠ. Y/n, what are you doing here?âÂ
âHello to you too.â You chuckled. âAnd what do you mean? Iâm here to rescue you.âÂ
âRescue me?âÂ
You nodded. âWeâre gonna break out of this prison.âÂ
âYouâre insane.â You grinned as Jeonghan looked at you with disbelief. âYou shouldnât even be here and I canât run away from here-âÂ
âYou did it last time.âÂ
âPrecisely why. The security is at an all time high, theyâre not going to let the same mistake happen twice.âÂ
âYou think I donât know that?â You raised your eyebrows at him. âWhy do you think it took me 10 days to come to you? I was doing my research and figuring out how to get you out of here, and I have found a foolproof way.âÂ
Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. âAnd what is that?â
âJust follow my lead.â You pulled out a pair of keys from your pocket, opened his cell door and thrust a package into his hand as you walked in. âChange into this quickly. We only have 17 minutes till the security footage is on loop. We need to get out of here before that.âÂ
As he confusedly dressed himself, you pulled out a can of spray paint from your pocket and scribbled a message on the wall, one that Jeonghan could barely read thanks to the dimness of the cell. Tossing the can aside, you too quickly stripped out of your uniform and changed into clothes similar to Jeonghanâs.
âDonât stare, Yoon.â You smiled, pulling your hair into a bun, tucking it under the hat. âThis is not the first or last time youâre gonna see me naked.âÂ
As Jeonghan tried to process all the information, you quickly gathered all the discarded clothes with one hand and held his hand with the other, rushing out of the cell. At the end of the corridor was a cleaning cart in which you promptly dumped all the clothes and asked him to follow you. As you led the way to the washrooms cautiously, keeping an eye on the patrolling security, Jeonghan realised the two of you were wearing the uniforms of the cleaning staff. Finally, you led him to a ladies washroom, promptly locking it behind you.Â
âY/n, what are we doing-âÂ
âLook, thatâs the cleaning supplies closet, inside it is a door that leads to the older wing of this prison that is now undergoing renovation. This door was supposed to be locked from the other side but I already broke it open in the morning.âÂ
âMorning?âÂ
âI came in with a bunch of medical volunteers for the camp but I never left the premises - Iâve been hiding here all day. Now weâve to get through this door and cross the construction site without being seen by the patrolling guards in-â You glanced at your watch. â-8 minutes where the boys are waiting with transport. If we donât, the guards are gonna figure out youâre missing and security will tighten and we will never be able to get out. If you have any other questions, I promise Iâll answer all of them once we get in the car, okay?âÂ
Letting out an unsure breath, Jeonghan nodded, following through with your plan to the T. In all the years Jeonghan had been in crime, he had drawn up several heists and master plans but thisâŠ.. This was probably the most meticulous and well thought out plan he had ever seen. It was to the point it actually both impressed and terrified him that you, the girl who was hiding behind her three friends the first time he tried to talk to you, were the one who came up with it. When the two of you finally stepped out of the last fence, Jeonghan looked back at prison in awe - he thought this time, he was back here for good but when you called out his name and he turned to you, Jeonghan knew the only place he belonged was with you.Â
As the two of you trudged through the woods, hand in hand, sirens began to go off in the prison behind you, making you pick up speed, only stopping at the sight of a white car and a white bike beside the very stressed Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung. The boys sighed in relief as the two of you approached, quickly giving you two a new set of clothes to change into, ushering you into the car. As the two of you began to do so yet again, Jeonghan looked at you intently.Â
âCome on Jeonghan, the faster we move from here the better.âÂ
âWhy did you do this? Why did you save me?âÂ
âWhy did you surrender?âÂ
âBecauseâŠ.â Jeonghan sighed. âI didnât want your ex to have the power over you with the information that you were housing a criminal. But if I was already in their custody, they wouldnât really care about where I was on the days I was missing.âÂ
You smiled at him softly. âSo much from a guy who didnât understand what it meant to put others before yourself.âÂ
âI told you, you bring out the best in me.â He laughed. âEvidently, I do bring out the worst in you. This was the most badass thing ever, I wouldâve never imagined you would do it.âÂ
âWell, someone did tell me I shouldnât be afraid to ask or go for what I want.â You leaned back against the door. âIâm done sitting and taking whatever life hands me with the hope that it will be my fairytale ending. Iâm gonna take things into my own hands now.âÂ
âSuccessfully you mean.â Jeonghan smirked at you. âYou had been trying to take things in your hands for quite a while. Like the first few days you tried so hard to get me arrested again?âÂ
âYou knew about that??âÂ
âIt was cute, how you were trying to do the right thing. I should have known you would have never held me hostage for money.âÂ
âI was going to tell you about it before things spiraled. I had to get you out of my house first so you were at least safe from Bohyun, even if that meant you hated me.âÂ
âI donât hate you.â Jeonghan confessed. âI never can. You showed me what I truly wanted from life.âÂ
âAs did you. Which is why I ended things with Bohyun once and for all and now Iâm here with you, for whatever adventure it is thatâs ahead of us.âÂ
âAdventure?â Jeonghan looked at you surprised. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI managed to track down your assistant when I received the papers that I apparently own my grandmother's shop again.â Jeonghan returned your accusatory expression with a sheepish one. âHe told me that the last many days, he had been working on liquidating your assets. He also managed to arrange for you to get out of the country and go elsewhere.â You smiled at him. âAnd I convinced him to let me tag along with you."
âNoâŠ..â Jeonghan shook his head. âNo youâre not leaving behind your life here and following me around-âÂ
âJeonghan, I have no life here.â You sighed. âI always thought I was the kind who wanted something safe and secure but you made me see that deep down Iâve been craving for something more, something stimulating and exciting. I genuinely do want to go with you.âÂ
âYour mom?âÂ
âIs more than happy to learn that her daughter is going to Milan to explore her fashion dreams and that my grandmother can move back to her old apartment.âÂ
âYouâŠ.. Youâre really sure?âÂ
âNever been more sure.â You reached for his hand, holding it. Jeonghan stroked the back of your hand softly, a smile growing on his face. It did seem like he wanted to say something, until Soonyoung knocked on the window urgently, ushering you out. Putting on the last of your clothes, the two of you stepped out.Â
âIf the guards send people out to look for Jeonghan, we might get caught here.â Seokmin tapped his foot nervously.Â
âYeah, we need to leave as soon as possible.â Seungkwan added, looking equally scared.Â
âRelax,â You rolled your eyes. âTheyâre not going to find us. Theyâre not even going to try to look.âÂ
All four boys looked at you skeptically but it was Jeonghan that spoke up, âY/n, What did you write on that wall?âÂ
âFool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice, more shame for you.â You shrugged, quoting yourself. âI basically wrote in short that if they knew what was good for them, they would keep their mouth shuts and allow the public to think you were still in their captivity rather than admit that you fooled them twice in the span of a month and they are incapable of keeping their prisoners in check. I might have also added that you will not be creating any trouble anymore, rest assured, this secret is best buried in the walls of the prison itself.âÂ
As your friends stared at you with hung jaws, Jeonghan laughed like he couldnât believe his ears. âWho are you?âÂ
âYou shouldâve seen her the last 10 days.â Soonyoung mumbled. âAll the planning, the plotting, she even stitched all these uniforms from scratch, it was low-key terrifying.âÂ
âI want to know all the details of this master plan.â Jeonghan looked proud. âEvery single one of them.âÂ
âAnd you will, we have a long journey to Italy.â You clapped your hands, then held it out to Seugnkwan. âBike keys.âÂ
âYou donât want the car?âÂ
âBike is more fun.â You said casually, reaching for the helmets. âAnd Iâm going to drive.âÂ
Jeonghan raised his eyebrow impressed, âSo the princess is going to rescue me on her big whiteâŠ. bike.âÂ
âGuess we got our fairytale ending after all.â You laughed, getting on as your friends rolled their eyes and got into the car. Pulling Jeonghan closer, you finally kissed him, before mumbling against his lips. âOr I guess this time, Iâm really kidnapping a mafia boss.âÂ
a/n - I cannot explain how much trouble the 1000 blocks per post limit caused. I hope the spacing inconsistency was overlooked oops! Don't forget to leave you thoughts and opinions about the story! This one took a lot of time and effort to make :)
#hachi.reads#hachi.mia#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan smut#FIRST OF ALL THIS CONCEPT#MINDBLOWINGLY UNIQUE#iâve seen so many diff jeonghan mafia auâs but this one just takes the cake#i was so immersed in this story and it was worth the wait and i loved it so so sooooo much#their slow (?) start into falling in love had me on the edge of my seat#the three stooges aka bss is never not gonna crack me up#reader being a girlboss at the very end#there are days where i hate tumblr and then thereâs days like the day i read this and realized why i even stay on this app#the stories you write and not just this one because i have yet to reblog the camp svt series WHICH IM OBSESSED W BTW#ARE the reason i still go back to tumblr to read#mia your brain is so amazing and i hope you never stop writing because everything you come up with is always so intricate#and i truly feel sucked into your work when im reading#thank you for gracing this app đ
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Can I request idol!jeonghan ANY PLOT CAUSE I MISS HIM BADLY, THIS URGE TO GO TO KOREA AND FIND HIM AND HUG HIM đđđđ
đâ⏠keeping company (jeonghan x reader)
or: the one where jeonghan leaves you with some 'company' so you're not lonely while he's on tour.
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includes: established relationship, pet names, mildly irresponsible pet ownership c/o jeonghan, fluff. inspired by the recent rumor [?] that jeonghan and seungkwan have adopted a cat. â
footnotes: the timing of this is impeccable. i've also been missing jeonghan like crazyyy and so here's a quick drabble! (°âĄÂ°âĄ) not proofread lol â
word count: >1,850
"This is a decision that's usually made as a pair."
If Jeonghan is bothered by the annoyance edging your tone, he's good at not letting it show. He remains perfectly calm as he cradles the orange-and-white shorthair kitten in the crook of his elbow.
"You said you wanted a cat," he points out. His voice is modulated just a little bit lower, and you realize it's because the kitten is snoozing against his chest.
"I do," you respond, matching his tone. It would be comical, how the two of you are arguing like a married couple trying not to wake their child. "But not right now!"
Jeonghan has always been just a little bit on the impulsive side, especially when it came to giving you gifts. Sure, he got you absurd presents for shits and gigglesâ but this? A live animal, an actual pet?
"This is irresponsible, Jeonghan," you insist.
A pout overtakes his features. "Excuse me?"
You could almost laugh. Jeonghan's not affronted that you've called him out for being irresponsible. No, his gripe is with the fact that you've foregone his pet name. "Baby," you amend.
His pout pulls into a thin-lipped smile. He's still cradling the kitten, rocking it back and forth with surprising gentleness. "It's not ours," he notes, finally answering the question you'd posed since he first walked through the front door of your shared apartment. "It's a foster."
"A foster."
"For only about four months or so."
Four months would seem like an oddly specific timeline for anybody else, but the sudden information drop has everything clicking into place in your brain. "You did not," you say exasperatedly.
A proper grin breaks out on to Jeonghan's expression. "I did," he sing-songs.
His steps are careful, measured as he crosses the room over to you. The two of you share a brief look, and you almost protest at his silent request. But then he shakes his head and you're helpless to complyâ gingerly extending your arms until Jeonghan has deposited the drowsy kitten into your arms.
It curls right into you despite your initial stiffness. Try as you might, you can't help the way your expression melts at the sight of the cat cozying up to you. Jeonghan doesn't miss it; he plants his hands on his hips and smirks ever so slightly.
"He'll keep you company while I'm gone," he says, all but divulging his ulterior motive in fostering.
You shoot your boyfriend a half-hearted glare. It's difficult to look stern when you're holding a kitten that's dozing off. With a resigned sigh, you prompt, "Does he have a name, at least?"
"I thought you'd never ask." Bright-eyed, Jeonghan leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. He's still got that boyish grin on full display as he carefully moves so as to not hurt the temporary addition to your home.
"His name's Hannie, of course."
Your shoulders shake with quiet laughter. "Of course," you echo.
You have to give Jeonghan some credit: He prepared virtually everything to ensure that Hannie would be comfortable. Your boyfriend cat-proofed the apartment in between preparations for his impending world tour, and he left you with more than enough food and toys to last Hannie more than four months.
A part of you wonders if it's intentionalâ Jeonghan's choice of a foster that was essentially just him in animal form.
"I swear," you whine over video call. "It's as if you were reincarnated as a cat."
Jeonghan is at their twelfth or so stop, roughly two months into the tour. There's a twelve-hour time difference between the two of you. It's morning on your end; evening on his. He's only stealing away a quick moment to call with you before going out to dinner with the boys, and so you make your complaints and gripes quick.
"You know, his favorite thing is the mirror," you say. "He bumps his little head into the glass, like, three times a day. He likes how he looks just a little too much."
Jeonghan, on the other end of the call, pulls an expression of mock offense. "And you said he's just like me," he snipes from his perch on his hotel room bed. "Are you calling me vain?"
You pause, feigning thoughtfulness.
"Yah!" Jeonghan whines, and you break character to laugh.
"He's a cutie, though," you concede. "He can get clingy, and he's the absolute sweetest."
"Now that's a comparison I don't mind."
You shake your head at Jeonghan's jab. Your eyes flit over to where Hannie isâ busying himself with the cat tree in the corner of the room.
Jeonghan's tone takes on a more delicate lilt. "Is he giving you a hard time?"
"No," you answer instantly. It's not the full truth. It is a bit difficult, having to adjust to the fact that you have an entirely new presence to consider outside of your own. Butâ
"No, he's good company," you say, your gaze moving back to the pixelated version of your boyfriend on your phone.
He's smiling into his camera, looking at you in that soft way that he often does. It's not the same as the real thing, as being able to see it in person, but it will do for now.
"I'm glad," he says, and you know by the glint in his eye that he means it.
On some of the particularly lonely days, you find yourself confiding in Hannie.
At first, you feel foolish to be talking to this six-month old shorthair. He's an obliging audience, though. His boba-shaped eyes only stare up at you as you rant about how much you miss Jeonghan, how you wish he could just be home at this very instant.
That's whyâ on the night he comes homeâ Jeonghan finds Hannie asleep at your side, the two of you curled around each other like parentheses. Jeonghan snaps about a dozen photos from five different angles before placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Baby," he murmurs. "Hey, baby."
He'd been hoping to catch you awake, to greet you a lot more properly with his surprise homecoming. Instead, he finds his amusement growing as you only snore into your pillow, a protective arm placed around the equally knocked out kitten.
"Baby," Jeonghan calls again, giving your shoulder a light shake.
In your sleep, you grumble and shift closer to Hannie. Jeonghan can only marvel at how your body seems so attune to Hannie that you avoid all the ways you might crush him.
All Jeonghan can do at this point is shake his head with slight helplessness. "Damn," he grumbles, thoughâ for what it mattersâ the word is said with blinding adoration. I've been replaced, Jeonghan thinks to himself as he makes his way out of your bedroom.
Couch it is, then.
You drop Hannie when you find Jeonghan on the couch the next morning.
Thankfully, Hannie lands on his feet. He lets out curious, high-pitched mewls at the sight of the new presence in the household, bounding over to the couch.
For a moment, you think you're hallucinating. But then Jeonghan rouses at the sound of Hannie's mewing, and his hand reaches out to give the cat a half-hearted stroke on its chin.
"Hey, bud," Jeonghan grumbles Hannie, his voice a bit rough from sleep. "Are you done stealing my girl away?"
If the words had been any less ludicrous, you might've faulted Jeonghan for addressing the foster before you. But, as it stands, you can only bark out a disbelieving laugh at the sight of your half-awake boyfriend trying to pick a fight with a kitten.
Hannie, none the wiser, merely tries to swat its little paws up at Jeonghan.
"Oh, it's like that? Let's square up, thenâ"
"Jeonghan."
Jeonghan glances up at you. He seems hardwired to resist any time you refer to him with his given name, and it shows in the way he practically side-eyes you despite his haze of sleepiness.
"Baby," you correct. "When did you get in?"
"Last night." Jeonghan is sitting up, now, stretching his arms over his head in a bid to wake himself up a bit more. Hannieâ seeming no longer interested in the new characterâ wanders off to go play with one of his toys.
"I tried to wake you up," Jeonghan says. "But you were preoccupied with Jeonghan two-point-oh over there."
It's not quite the post-tour reunion that either of you imagined. Still, it encapsulates your relationship perfectly. Jeonghan's teasing, your fond exasperation.
Your boyfriend beckons at you with one hand. You pad over to him with a slight shake of your head, though you're also quick to sink into his side. Jeonghan doesn't miss a beat; his arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.
The two of you let out twin sighs of contentment.
Jeonghan beats you to the words. "Missed this," he says, tilting forward to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Missed you."
"I missed you, too," you respond easily, your hand resting on his thigh.
As you trace nonsensical shapes over his skin, Jeonghan hums absentmindedly. "I doubt that," he goads. "You had me in cat form the entire time."
"Are you really jealous over a pet that you got me?"
Jeonghan's eyes narrow slightly at your question, because he can hear the way you're trying to conceal your laughter. "Of course not," he answers haughtily, giving your shoulders a slight squeeze.
A beat. And thenâ
"Maybe a little," he grumbles, because he's never lied to you.
When the laugh breaks free from you, it's not anything cruel or judgmental. It's a tender thing, almost overwhelming in its affection. The sound of it soothes any and all of Jeonghan's petty concerns that you might've learned to love the little menace more than you loved him.
"No one can beat the original," you say.
"Damn right."
For a moment, neither of you say anything. The two of you sit in comfortable silence, basking in each other's presence. You've had dozens of reunions throughout the course of your relationshipâ heated exchanges, passionate kissesâ but this is something new entirely. It feels a lot like a fulfilled promise, like the soft starting notes of a song.
Jeonghan thinks he could get used to this.
You watch Hannie tussle with a rubber mouse, and Jeonghan watches you.
You break the silence with a terse question of "We have to give him back soon, don't we?"
Jeonghan huffs out a mindless 'mhm'. His thumb traces letters over your clothed shoulder, almost in a soothing motion. I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U.
"Or," he drawls. "We could fill out the adoption papers on my desk."
When you glance up at him, your eyes wide with disbelief and poorly concealed elation, Jeonghan is suddenly so grateful for his foresight. He cackles at your expression before leaning down to press a kiss right between your furrowed brows.
"What do you say, baby?" he prompts, even though he already knows the answer. "Think you have some room in your heart for another Jeonghan?"
#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan imagines#jeonghan fic#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#àšà§ muse .á svt#àšà§ penned by ylangelegy#( god i miss you jeonghan . falls to my Knees )
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᥎êȘ« â GAME CATERERS X SVT àŁȘ ! Ë à±šà§ àŁȘË âââ episode 3-2.
Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN
synopsis: Episode 3-2! We are finally at the last game of the series! Basketball with a twist that ultimately decides if they can go home or notâŠ
oh my goodness!!! we have finally reached the final episode of the game caterers series!!! i just want to quickly thank you lovely humans for patiently waiting for every episode which took so many weeks btw!! i am super grateful that you guys are continuously waiting and supporting me to this day! i am really happy and proud that we have finally finished the first series in my blog. the stan twitter reactions for episode three will officially be the last post for game caterers⊠and after that⊠we are officially off to Italy!!!
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The cameras shifted position, now angled toward the opposite side of the open field, directing their gaze toward the basketball court. The crew had set up there, capturing the vibrant, warm-toned scene as the SEVENTEEN members began to trickle down from the green room.
[This is the most calm video of all SEVENTEEN's videosin the last 9 years]
Each one wore a bright red basketball jersey with their number in the official order, emblazoned across the back in bold black and white. As they headed toward the basketball court, a mix of chatter and laughter accompanied them.
Hoshi stretched his arms overhead, a determined look on his face. âIâm not good at basketball. Iâll just go with guts,â he declared, eyes fixed on the court as if sheer willpower would guide him through.
Dokyeom grinned, walking beside him with casual confidence. âHoshi, sports is all about guts,â he replied, giving Hoshi an encouraging pat on the back. As they neared the edge of the court, he added, âSports bring you closer by making you run into each other.â
âYes, like âSlam Dunkâ,â Dokyeom continued, nodding with a theatrical expression of seriousness.
âIâll be like Hanamichi Sakuragi,â Hoshi told them.
Jeonghan, hands tucked lazily in his pockets as he walked, glanced over at Hoshi, amused. âOkay. Come on, Hanamichi,â he indulged, a hint of a smirk on his face.
âWho else is there aside from Hanamichi Sakuragi? I want to join,â Dokyeom said as they finally stepped onto the court.
Wonwoo, who had been listening to their animated conversation, looked over at him thoughtfully. âDo you want to play Takenori Akagi?â he suggested, his voice low but playful.
Dokyeom nodded immediately, adopting an exaggeratedly serious face. âOkay!â
Around them, members continued filtering onto the court, their laughter filling the air as they warmed up, but Luna and Seungkwan were noticeably absent. Hoshi, energized by the anticipation, suddenly darted across the court and stopped at the free-throw line. He raised his right hand high and imitated a shot, exclaiming with conviction, âThe left hand only assists the right!â
Vernon raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he watched Hoshiâs exaggerated form. âWhat was that?â he asked, a smirk spreading across his face.
S.Coups shook his head with a chuckle, mimicking Hoshiâs earlier movement with his hands. âThe left hand only assisted,â he laughed, rolling his eyes as he did so.
The members began lining up one by one, each taking turns shooting the basketball as they waited for everyone to arrive. Mingyu, holding the ball for his shot, grinned. âNice. One ball is enough to have fun,â he remarked, dribbling a few times before taking his shot.
[Everyone is here except for Seungkwan and Luna]
A few minutes passed, and still no sign of Luna and Seungkwan. Hoshi, now restless with excitement, glanced toward the direction of the green room and called out, his voice carrying across the field. âSeungkwan-ah! Jiyeonie! Hurry up! Weâre waiting for you!â
His shout was met with laughter from the members, some shaking their heads in amusement. And then, just over the hill, Luna and Seungkwan appeared, Seungkwan dragging a laughing Luna along by the arm with a dramatic look of exasperation on his face.
[He looks tired already]
As they drew closer, Seungkwan called out, âNoona was taking forever to decide if she wanted her hair down or up,â his tone playful yet mockingly exhausted.
Luna struggled in his hold, laughing as she tried to keep up with his pace. Her hair was down, loose waves framing her face. She wore her red SEVENTEEN basketball jersey in her own unique styleâ one side tucked up, giving it a cropped look that revealed a hint of her side, paired with a relaxed, white pair of parachute pants that moved with every step.
âIâm sorry,â Luna said, finally reaching the group with an apologetic smile. âIt was a genuine problem.â
The members laughed, watching her with fond smiles, each accustomed to her usual dilemmas when it came to fashion and styling choices. For them, it was all part of her charm.
Mingyu walked over to the bleachers, a thoughtful look on his face as he sat down. After a moment, he lifted his hand, gesturing to the group. âLetâs get a group picture,â he announced, his voice carrying with a hint of excitement. âEveryone, this way, please.â
One by one, the members slowly made their way toward the bleachers. Some moved with ease, hands tucked into pockets or slung over shoulders, while others laughed and nudged each other as they picked their spots. They settled in three rows, their jerseys bright red against the muted, natural tones of the field around them.
As he took his seat, Dokyeomâs gaze landed on a small stuffed bunny positioned beside Mingyu. The plush toy sported a tiny SEVENTEEN jersey and even had a pair of glasses perched on its nose. His eyes lit up with recognition.
âOh, I know this one,â Dokyeom exclaimed, pointing at the bunny. âI drew it,â he added with a proud smile, a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he settled into his spot, admiring his earlier prize from the âSuperâ Store game segment earlier.
[DK's favorite doll, Torong]
Luna took her place in the middle row, wedging herself between Hoshi and Seungkwan, who made exaggerated gestures to make room for her with playful smiles. She leaned back, catching her breath, then adjusted her jersey, her hair falling around her shoulders.
As they all settled, each member struck a different pose. Some threw peace signs, others leaned forward or back with playful grins, and a few simply folded their arms, attempting a serious look for the picture.
[The photo theme: basketball players]
After a few clicks, Mingyu raised his thumb, directing them all with a smile. âRight thumbs up,â he told them, and the team lifted their right thumbs in unison, matching smiles spreading across their faces as they held the pose.
After the group photo, they made their way down from the bleachers, gathering at the center of the field where the camera crew and production team had set up once again. PD Na, seated comfortably up front with the other writers, smiled as the group assembled in front of him.
âThis is the last part,â PD Na started, his tone both serious and playful. âYouâre going to play basketball.â
Minghao stood to the side, clutching a small whistle, his expression more reserved. PD Na continued, explaining with a glance in his direction, âSince The8 has a shoulder problem, heâll be the referee. Lunaâs fingers are also injured, so sheâll be the cheerleader.â
Minghao brought the whistle to his lips, letting out a light, somewhat hesitant blow, which was barely audible, earning quiet chuckles from the group. Luna nodded, visibly content with her role on the sidelines, her fingers carefully resting in front of her.
âItâll be six on six,â PD Na added as he glanced at the group, while Minghao gave another soft whistle.
[Even with two missing, they can still play 6 on 6]
âYouâre pretty good,â PD Na complimented, causing Minghao to break into a shy smile.
As the whistleâs sound faded, PD Na resumed, moving on to the team selection. âThe two best players will come forward and choose five people each with rock-paper-scissors,â he said, eyes scanning the group as he waited.
[Team selection rules]
With a slight nod, S.Coups stepped forward, a hint of a grin on his face. âSeungkwan and I will do it,â he declared, glancing back with confidence.
Dokyeom, however, was already making his way forward with a mock swagger, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, feigning a look of cockiness. PD Na couldnât contain his laughter at the sight. âDK is coming forward,â he laughed, watching as S.Coups gently nudged Dokyeom back, causing laughter to ripple through the group.
[Takenori Akagi is out]
Meanwhile, Mingyu tilted his head, glancing over at PD Na with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. âAre we playing real basketball?â he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. âI thought we had to use a scoop to score or something.â
âNo, youâre playing real basketball,â PD Na confirmed.
Almost everyone chorused, âReally?â their expressions were a mix of amusement and skepticism, finding it hard to believe that the game wouldnât come with some sort of twist.
Luna, observing their reactions with a laugh, shook her head. âThe catch will come soon, watch.â
Seungkwan chuckled, enthusiasm radiating from him. âI played basketball at Jamwon Han River Park yesterday too.â
Dokyeom chimed in, nodding toward PD Na, âWe love basketball.â
[That's why we prepared this game]
[Team selection]
[S.Coups versus Seungkwan]
With that, the rock-paper-scissors showdown began. After a quick match, S.Coups won the first round and wasted no time in selecting his team. âMingyu,â he called out, gesturing confidently toward him.
âNo,â Mingyu replied playfully, though a grin spread across his face.
Jeonghan chuckled, watching the selection with a spark of mischief. âRight. You need someone big,â he commented, earning a laugh from the group.
With the next pick, Seungkwanâs voice rang out with a clear choice. âI choose Jeonghan,â he announced.
[2 ace players team up]
Another round of rock-paper-scissors followed, ending with S.Coups victorious once again. âJoshua,â he called.
Seungkwan countered, glancing around as he chose Vernon with a smile. âIâll go with Vernon. Heâs a zombie defender.â
The two continued their picks, with each choice narrowing down the players until two teams were fully assembled. Finally, the teams stood divided: Team White with S.Coups, Mingyu, Joshua, Dokyeom, Jun, and Dino, while Team Red consisted of Seungkwan, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Vernon, and Woozi.
[Team White versus Team Red]
With the teams established, the members of Team White moved to change, swapping out their red jerseys for fresh white ones bearing the SEVENTEEN logo, their excitement palpable as they readied for the game ahead.
Once Team White finished changing into their fresh jerseys, they gathered at the center of the field alongside Team Red, eyes turned expectantly toward PD Na. He glanced around to make sure everyone was listening.
âThe rule is simple,â he began. âItâs three on three. But each of you must play at least once.â The members nodded, some of them voicing their understanding with murmurs of agreement.
âAnother important rule.â But as PD Na took a brief pause, Luna chuckled knowingly, anticipation lighting up her face. âThere it is.â
PD Na continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âItâll be Hunminjeongeum basketball.â
The group immediately erupted in groans, knowing exactly what that meant. This wasnât going to be a normal basketball game.
PD Na raised a hand to explain further. âThe moment the players or the audience speak a foreign language, the score resets.â
âDoes it really reset?â Dokyeom asked, eyebrows raised.
âTo zero,â PD Na confirmed, a smirk playing on his lips.
Woozi crossed his arms, leaning back a bit with a shrug. âThat works for me. I canât play basketball at all.â
Mingyu looked at him, unconvinced. âYou know how to pass and shoot.â
Woozi tilted his head, conceding slightly. âI know that much.â
âThatâs all English,â Mingyu pointed out.
âYou canât say shoot,â Jun added, glancing pointedly at Woozi.
Hoshi jumped in, breaking out in English with a playful confidence, âHey. Okay.â He threw himself into an exaggerated re-enactment, pretending he was mid-game, showing the others exactly what they couldnât do.
Seungkwan turned to PD Na with a thoughtful expression. âAre the names okay?â
PD Na shook his head. âNo, not even the names.â
Everyone looked around in surprise, murmurs, and exclamations breaking out all at once, caught off guard by the strictness of the rule.
Luna deadpanned, a serious look crossing her face. âI donât think we will be going home today.â
Joshua raised a hand, smiling as he posed a question. âWhat about foreigners?â
PD Na nodded in Lunaâs direction as she answered on his behalf, âEveryone will use their Korean names.â
Vernon raised his hand, a slight smile on his face. âHansol,â he said, pointing at himself.
Junâs brow furrowed as he looked at PD Na, hesitant. âDoes Jun count as English?â
PD Na shrugged. âThis is not an official game. So all rules are up to the referee.â
[What the referee says is the law]
Minghao, the appointed referee, tilted his head innocently, a playful glimmer in his eyes. âWhat if the referee doesnât know the rules?â he asked, his voice laced with mock innocence.
Everyone burst out laughing, PD Na included. Mingyu echoed the question with a laugh, âWhat if he doesnât?â
Luna grinned, reaching over to give Minghaoâs shoulder a supportive squeeze. âIâll help you, Hao,â she said affectionately, finding his comment both adorable and endearing.
[Anyway, it's all up to the referee]
With a smirk, PD Na gave the final directive, âThe first team to get twenty-one wins.â
Luna didnât miss a beat, deadpanning once more as she leaned against Minghaoâs side, her face scrunched up in doubt. âI donât think weâll reach the tens,â she remarked, earning another round of laughter from the group.
[She has no faith in them whatsoever]
Mingyu, always one to tease, pinched her side playfully, making her jerk back slightly. She shot him a look, sticking her tongue out at him with a grin.
âItâll be zero the whole time,â Jeonghan added, sharing in Lunaâs skepticism.
As the laughs subsided, the players steeled themselves, ready for a game that would clearly be anything but typical.
[Hunminjeongeum basketball begins]
The teams began to disperse, each group huddling together, strategizing with enthusiasm and an eagerness that hinted at their competitive sides. Some members bounced the basketball, others shuffled around, loosening up.
Meanwhile, Luna, lighthearted as ever, skipped over to the sidelines, hand in hand with Minghao, her fingers interlaced with his. âLetâs go, Hao,â she said, her voice full of playful energy as they made their way toward the bleachers to watch from the sidelines.
Jeonghan looked at his team, calm but focused. âLetâs go with Hoshi, Seungkwan, and Vernon,â he instructed, his tone low and clear, suggesting his confidence in their abilities as he glanced between the three members. They nodded in agreement, quickly organizing themselves as the first lineup.
Across from them, Team White finalized their lineup with Mingyu, Joshua, and Dokyeom stepping forward, the three of them preparing with a blend of focus and excitement.
[Big people against big people]
The rest of the members settled themselves on the bleachers, eagerly watching the setup unfold. Minghao stood at the right side of the bleachers, while Luna positioned herself on the left, her stance casual as she waited for the game to begin.
Seated comfortably on the bleachers, Jeonghan reached over, his hand brushing against Lunaâs arm with a gentle, almost absentminded touch, inviting her closer. She shifted toward him naturally, her attention still on the game ahead as they stood side by side, shoulders nearly touching. With a slight smirk, Jeonghan called out to the players, âHoshi, just run to the place with no people.â
Hoshi took off immediately, following the advice, darting toward an empty spot on the court.
[Since Hoshi doesn't know anyway, he just warms up]
Jeonghan nodded his head with approval. âGood,â he murmured quietly, turning back to Luna as he traced gentle circles into her hand, which rested in his.
Just then, a staff member walked over, slowly handing Luna a set of red and white pom-poms. Luna chuckled, her gaze drifting from the vibrant pom-poms to the staff member, amusement evident in her smile. âIs this really necessary?â she asked with a soft laugh, her eyes bright as she accepted the pom-poms with one hand, keeping her other firmly intertwined with Jeonghanâs.
[Sheâs a cheerleader for today]
From his spot on the bleachers, Wonwoo leaned over, raising an eyebrow at her. âWhat team are you cheering for?â
Luna shook the pom-poms lightly, fluffing them up with a playful shrug. âBothâŠâ she replied, her voice lilting with humor. She gave the pom-poms a final shake before adding in a softer tone, âWhoever wins,â her casual remark drawing laughs from the group.
Jeonghan looked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he pointed out, âYouâre wearing red.â
Luna tilted her head at him, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. âThen win,â she shot back, punctuating her challenge with a wink.
Jeonghanâs grin widened as he looked back at Luna, her wink and confident challenge igniting a spark in his eyes. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so that only she could hear. âAlright,â he murmured, his tone soft but filled with determination. His gaze lingered on her, holding her attention for a beat longer, the hint of a competitive glint in his eyes promising heâd give it everything he had.
Minghao stepped forward, his voice clear as he took up his role as referee. âTo your positions,â he instructed, gesturing for the players to take their places on the court.
The first three players from each team responded immediately: Seungkwan, Hoshi, and Vernon for Team Red moved to one side of the court, while Mingyu, Joshua, and Dokyeom from Team White positioned themselves on the opposite side. The rest of the members, anticipating the match, gathered on the bleachers, eager to watch the action unfold.
Luna, with a mischievous smile, shook her pom-poms and called out from her spot near the bleachers. âFighting! I believe in you guys!â Her voice rang cheerfully, bringing a wave of encouragement to both teams.
Seungkwan quickly looked to Vernon, determined to start the game strong. âHansol, mark Mingyu,â he instructed, emphasizing their focus on strategy and using Vernonâs Korean name to avoid slipping up on the language rule.
Mingyu, sensing Seungkwanâs readiness, chuckled and reassured him with a laid-back attitude. âItâs okay. Itâs only 0:0,â he pointed out, nodding towards Seungkwan, already in the spirit of the game and noting the smooth switch to Korean names.
Meanwhile, Dokyeom made his own preparations, eyeing his opponents carefully. âIâll mark Soonyoung,â he offered, squaring his shoulders.
Hoshi nodded in agreement, glancing back at Dokyeom with a grin. âOkay, Seokmin,â he replied, âI canât call you DK, can I?â Already aware of the no-English rule, Hoshiâs playful tone underscored the competitive but lighthearted nature of the match.
[DK is okay, but okay is not okay]
From the sidelines, Jeonghan, lounging casually on the bleachers, gave his team a confident signal. âGood. Letâs go. Start.â He declared with a nod, giving them the final encouragement to get going.
[The game begins]
Mingyu took advantage of the moment to remind them of a slight technical loophole, a last-minute suggestion as they shifted into action. âWe can speak English until we score,â he pointed out, just loud enough for his teammates. Then, in English, he added, âCan you pass me the ball?â gesturing to Seungkwan, who dribbled carefully, eyes darting for openings as his teammates positioned themselves strategically.
Observing Seungkwanâs movement, S.Coups leaned forward, offering insight from the bleachers. âHoshiâs turning around,â he called, as Hoshi quickly moved across the court, marking his territory on the other side.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Seungkwan passed the ball to Vernon, who, without missing a beat, caught it smoothly. In a swift, calculated motion, he scanned the court, recognizing Hoshiâs position on the other side, and passed the ball across the court to him. Hoshi received it and seemed poised to shoot, but Dokyeomâs defense was tight. Realizing he had no clear shot, Hoshi pivoted, aiming a precise pass back to Seungkwan instead.
âSeungkwan, come up. Lay up,â Dinoâs voice rang out from the sidelines, encouragement evident in his tone. Seungkwan, fueled by the support, moved swiftly toward the basket. He took the shotâ a smooth layupâ but luck wasnât on his side, and the ball bounced off the rim.
Joshua, acting on reflex, caught the rebound. He dribbled once, trying to line up for a quick shot. He aimed, but the ball clanged against the rim, missing again.
âLeave the box,â Mingyuâs voice cut through, directing Joshua to back out of the key. Joshua stepped out, positioning himself outside the paint, scanning for a potential three-point shot.
[Joshua got a chance for a 3-pointer]
âHe has to leave, right?â Minghao asked, looking toward PD Na for confirmation.
PD Na nodded, confirming, âYou need to leave the box.â
Once Joshua was in position, he took a deep breath, braced himself, and launched a three-point attempt. The ball arced toward the basket, everyone holding their breath as it hit the top of the backboard and bounced out of bounds.
[Bounce]
A chorus of groans rose from the bleachers. Wooziâs voice was the first to break through the disappointment. âItâs out,â he called, arms crossed as he leaned back, his face showing a hint of frustration.
Jeonghan shook his head from the sidelines, letting out an amused sigh. âThat was a ridiculous shot,â he observed dryly, adding a bit of levity to the moment.
Luna, catching the mood, shook her pom-poms with exaggerated enthusiasm, calling out with a bright tone. âItâs okay! Fighting!â she encouraged with a mock cheerful voice, causing PD Na to laugh and point at her from his spot, clearly entertained by her dramatic cheer.
Mingyu, still focused, checked the scoreboard and shook his head. âItâs still 0:0. No oneâs going to score,â he said, hands on his hips, as he looked back at his team with a determined expression.
With that, Seungkwan took control again, dribbling the ball with focused energy as he scanned for an opening. Hoshi, ever the energetic tiger, darted around the court, narrating his moves in a loud, confident voice. âThe counterattack of the tiger!â he announced as he circled around, trying to break through Mingyu and Dokyeomâs defense.
[While the tiger jumps around, Seungkwan got a chance]
Seungkwan seized the opportunity and took a sharp shot. The ball flew through the air, finally making its way into the basket.
[He scores easily]
The bleachers erupted in cheers, Luna jumping up and down with enthusiasm as she shook her pom-poms vigorously. âThatâs two points,â PD Na announced, finally marking a breakthrough.
âNo English from now on,â Mingyu reminded his teammates firmly.
âGood,â Hoshi replied, his tone brimming with excitement as he jogged back.
âHe scored,â Wonwoo confirmed, flipping the scoreboard numbers with a grin.
Woozi, ever the strategist, leaned into the red team with a serious expression. âWe need to focus from now on,â he instructed, drawing nods of agreement from his teammates.
âBe careful,â Jeonghan added, his voice a steady reminder from the sidelines, signaling the players to stay sharp and avoid mistakes that might reset their hard-earned score.
Seungkwan, breathing heavily but with a triumphant smile, slapped hands with Hoshi and Vernon in a quick team celebration. âHansol, Hoshi, Seungkwan. Good job,â he told himself and his teammates with a quiet, self-assured nod.
With the briefest pause, Mingyu then gestured toward the Red Team, keeping the game momentum going. âExcuse me. Please start. Please,â he said with an authoritative tone, his words conveying both a tease and a hint of challenge.
Joshua, still in the zone and with his team scoreless, seized the chance to keep things light but competitive, smirking, he added, âLetâs go. Hurry up,â hoping to tease Red Team into losing their focus.
Dino, seated on the bleachers, grinned at his teamâs freedom with language for the moment. âOkay, we havenât scored yet. Good,â he observed aloud, almost in approval of their strategic advantage.
The ball returned to play, this time firmly in Vernonâs hands. He glanced around, calculating the pass, and with a practiced flick, he sent it toward Hoshi. But Hoshi, his focus wavering for a split second, almost missed. He chased after the ball, eyes locked as it bounced closer to the sidelines, only to lose it as it rolled out of bounds toward the production team.
[The tiger finally got the ball for the first time]
âItâs okay,â Seungkwan called out, the reassurance in his tone bringing Hoshiâs frustration down a notch.
With a quick movement, Dokyeom scooped the ball up and lobbed it toward Mingyu, who took position, lining up his shot. He stepped back, squared his shoulders, and, with a measured push, sent the ball arcing toward the basket. It swished cleanly through the net, catching the White Team up to tie the score.
[Team White catches up]
As his teammates celebrated, Mingyu clasped his hand over his mouth, a half-smile creeping in. He raised a finger to his lips, his eyes flicking meaningfully between each teammate as a shushing motionâ no more English, no more slip-ups that could jeopardize their points now that they were finally even.
From her spot on the sidelines, Luna couldnât contain her excitement. She jumped up, pom-poms flying in a flurry of color, and shouted, âWow! Kim Mingyu!â The admiration in her voice was unmistakable, her cheer earnest as she praised anyone who made a good shot.
Even PD Na joined in, nodding toward Mingyu. âHeâs really tall,â he commented, unable to resist noting Mingyuâs natural advantage on the court.
On the bleachers, S.Coups folded his arms, his expression one of measured caution. âYou need to be careful from now on,â he warned, his voice carrying across the court like a coach reminding his players of the stakes.
Joshua now had possession, dribbling steadily as he sought an opening. His eyes locked onto Mingyu, who signaled his readiness. Joshua aimed a pass in his direction, but Vernon, quick as ever, sprang forward, intercepting with a well-timed block. The ball ricocheted off his fingers, only for Joshua to recover possession. Pivoting, he squared his shoulders and released a shotâ only for it to bounce off the rim, missing the net by inches.
The ball bounced into Dokyeomâs hands, who immediately took advantage of the rebound. He dribbled twice, calculating his next move, before aiming a pass toward Mingyu. But just as he threw it, Seungkwan lunged forward, intercepting the ball with a skillful grab. He dribbled fast, Joshua at his heels, trying to steal it back with quick, agile movements.
From the bleachers, Jeonghan straightened, calling out to him with a calm yet firm tone. âSeungkwan.â
S.Coups followed up, âJoshua, get closer,â his voice steady and strategic, urging Joshua to close the gap.
Hoshi darted in behind Seungkwan, matching his speed and murmuring quietly, âKwan, Iâm right behind you,â a note of encouragement evident in his voice, urging him to pass.
Seungkwan glanced back at Hoshi, who seemed ready to take over. But before he could make a move, Joshua shifted closer, cutting off his line of sight. Seungkwan gritted his teeth, waiting for the right moment, finally breaking free from Joshuaâs block. In one smooth motion, he passed the ball to Vernon, who, without hesitation, relayed it to Hoshi with a precise, angled pass.
Hoshi caught the ball, his gaze settling on the basket. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a grin creeping in. âDo you think I can do it?â he asked, his voice carrying a trace of playful challenge as he adjusted his grip.
Luna, from the sidelines, raised her pom-poms, her voice clear and full of encouragement. âOppa, you can do it!â
Seungkwan, positioning himself in front of Mingyu to prevent interference, called out, âGive it a shot. Trust yourself.â
âSoonyoung, Shoot!â Jeonghanâs voice rang out in English, the unintentional slip causing his eyes to widen as he caught his own mistake. He clamped a hand his mouth shut, freezing as he realized the consequences.
Luna, her reflexes quick, spun to face him. Her body blocked the cameraâs view as she chuckled at his blunder, a hand over her own mouth to stifle her laughter. âYa!â She whispered under her breath, her voice playful but low, hoping no one else caught the slip.
Oblivious to Jeonghanâs mistake, Hoshi refocused, releasing his shot with a flick of his wrist. The ball sailed toward the net, only to bounce off the rim and back onto the court.
[Soonyoung failed to score]
From the bleachers, Junâs eyes lit up, a mischievous glint in them as he pointed toward Jeonghan. âJeonghan spoke English!â he announced gleefully, his tone triumphant as he snitched.
Jeonghan turned, feigning innocence with a casual shrug. âWhat?â he replied, his tone smooth, as if unaware of any mishap. He glanced at Luna, his eyes searching hers with a playful look. âDid I?â
All eyes turned toward her, expecting confirmation. Her expression froze, her wide eyes betraying her surprise. Realizing the focus was now on her, she slowly turned her head away, her gaze lifting to the sky as if sheâd found something fascinating in the clouds. Her lips curved into an innocent smile, trying to hide the fact that looking at Jeonghan any longer might make her burst into laughter.
[Out of sight, out of mind]
From his spot on the bleachers, S.Coups chuckled, crossing his arms and pointing at Jeonghan with amusement. âYou clearly did.â
PD Na nodded, clapping his hands once. âItâs back to zero,â he announced, resetting the Red Teamâs points with a definitive call.
Jun, unable to contain his satisfaction, grinned widely, pumping a fist in the air. âGotcha,â he said excitedly, looking straight at Jeonghan, who just shrugged, leaning back on the bench with a lazy, nonchalant air, seemingly unbothered by the setback.
Luna, still shaking with silent laughter, pointed at Jun, a glint of amusement in her eyes. âYouâre next,â she muttered with a knowing smile, her tone low enough for only him to hear, fully aware that Jeonghan would surely have a playful comeback waiting for Jun soon.
Hoshiâs voice cut through the chatter as he clapped his hands, rallying the players on the court. âOkay,â he called, a spark of intensity in his tone as he encouraged them, eager to keep the game moving.
âLetâs go, guys!â Lunaâs pom-poms flashed as she raised them high, her voice filled with energy.
âWe need to continue broadcasting for our friends,â Jeonghan reminded the players with a smile, knowing they had an audience eager to see them give it their all, his eyes scanning his quieter teammates. He gave a pointed look to those who had fallen silent, cautious about slipping into English.
Jun met his gaze with an exaggerated nod as if to confirm his dedication. âYes. I am,â he replied, his voice calm yet filled with mock solemnity.
On the court, Dokyeom had secured the ball, eyes keenly watching Hoshi, who positioned himself squarely in his path, arms spread to defend. Dokyeomâs gaze darted, analyzing Hoshiâs stance, his movements swift as he shifted to feint. Hoshi mirrored him, moving with agility, staying just close enough to keep Dokyeom from making an easy pass.
[Hoshi is the busiest, but he's not really doing anything]
After a quick fake to his left, Dokyeom took advantage of the narrow gap and pivoted, sending the ball soaring across to Joshua, who stood ready, anticipating the pass. Joshuaâs fingers wrapped around the ball in a smooth, practiced catch.
âLetâs go!â Jeonghan cheered from the sidelines, his voice ringing out in support of Hoshiâs tight defense.
âCome on!â S.Coups added, his encouragement directed at Joshua, rooting for his attempt to break through Hoshiâs defense.
Joshua moved with intent, sizing up Hoshi, who met him head-on with a determined gaze. Hoshi shifted his stance, maintaining his stance directly in Joshuaâs line. Joshua angled his body, feeling the pressure of Hoshiâs close guard, and with a final glance at his options, passed the ball smoothly back to Dokyeom, who had shifted into an open space.
With fluid movement, Dokyeom redirected the ball, passing it off to Mingyu, who now held control, watching the defenders around him.
âMingyu, go for it!â S.Coupsâs voice rang out in support, his words carrying both urgency and anticipation.
But instead of attempting the shot himself, Mingyu spotted Dokyeom near the basket and made a quick decision. With a swift pivot, he sent the ball to Dokyeom, who caught it, turned, and jumped, releasing the ball in a clean, practiced shot. The ball soared through the air and sank into the net with a satisfying swish.
[DK scores again]
A cheer erupted from the White Team, who clapped in celebration as they witnessed Dokyeomâs successful shot.
[Perfect teamwork of boys born in '97]
âNice!â S.Coups shouted, his enthusiasm overriding his caution, as he stood up in a burst of excitement. But realization dawned immediately as his hand flew to his mouth, his eyes widening in shock at the English word that had slipped out.
[Slip of the tongue]
Luna turned to S.Coups with a chuckle, her tone teasing as she said, âThe members on the bleachers are the ones messing up.â She let out a laugh, shaking her head as she looked at him.
Jeonghanâs hand shot up with the speed of a kid eager to answer in class. âProducer Na!â he called out, his finger already pointing at S.Coups as expected, wasting no time. His voice was filled with mock righteousness, almost as if heâd been waiting for the opportunity to call out someone else.
[Snitch]
âS.Coups said ânice.â The score resets.â PD Na nodded in agreement, his tone final as he announced, âThe score resets,â loud enough for everyone on the court to hear.
Confusion flashed across Dokyeomâs face as he turned to Mingyu. âWho said âniceâ?â he asked, his brows furrowed.
âHe did.â Mingyu pointed toward S.Coups, who was already making his way to the court as the teams prepared to switch members. Team White rotated, with Dokyeom, Mingyu, and Joshua heading to the bleachers, while S.Coups, Dino, and Jun took their places on the court.
âWhy did you say âniceâ?â Dokyeomâs voice carried a hint of mock disapproval, his expression exaggeratedly serious as he questioned S.Coups.
Luna chimed in, her tone playfully scolding, though laced with amusement, âNo fighting, guys. Youâre both tied at zero now anyway.â She swayed the words in a sing-song tone, knowing neither of them were genuinely upset.
Jeonghan gave a firm nod, his expression one of comical agreement. âNo, we must compliment,â he added, his voice feigning the utmost seriousness.
âGood job,â Wonwoo piped in from his seat, keeping the spirit of praise going with a casual nod toward his teammates.
PD Na chuckled, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion as he addressed the commentators. âThe commentators are speaking too much English. We better watch them,â he said, motioning to his team. He and the two other producers and writers moved to sit behind SEVENTEEN, clearly prepared to monitor the situation more closely.
Jeonghan glanced back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âWhy donât we let it slide if the producers donât notice?â he suggested, raising a brow, his voice carrying a note of sly humor.
âBut we point it out. We tell them,â Mingyu replied, holding a straight face as he held Jeonghanâs gaze.
âLetâs not tell them,â Jeonghan countered, his tone casual, enough to draw laughter from Mingyu and Luna.
Luna turned to Jeonghan, her voice filled with playful accusation. âYou snitched earlier. So fast, in fact,â she teased, giving him a gentle bump with her hip.
Jeonghanâs grin widened as he looked down at her, unbothered. âEy, that was just one time,â he replied, his voice a mixture of self-assurance and playfulness.
Luna chuckled, nodding toward PD Na and the writers seated behind them. âPlus, why didnât you think of that earlier? PD Na is right behind us.â
Mingyu turned to S.Coups, his face filled with mock disappointment. âWe were playing nice and quiet. Why did you have to say âniceâ?â His voice carried an air of exasperation, though the smile that tugged at his lips gave him away.
Dokyeom followed suit, shaking his head. âSeriously, Park Bo Gum,â he muttered, the nickname still in play from S.Coupsâs earlier blunder.
S.Coups shrugged, meeting their looks with a challenging grin. âHey, S.Coups. Do it right,â Mingyu warned him with a teasing tone, pointing in mock admonishment.
âIâll be watching you,â S.Coups replied, his finger aimed back in defiance.
âCome on!â Seungkwan, now holding the ball, shouted, his eyes lit with determination as he cheered his team forward.
âLetâs go!â Luna and Wonwoo chorused, their voices blending as they encouraged their teammates from the sidelines.
Dino, adrenaline rushing, started to cheer for his team, âMy teamââ he stopped, catching himself mid-sentence as the realization hit him that heâd spoken in English.
S.Coups, still lighthearted, reassured him, âItâs okay. Weâre at zero.â He eyed Dino with a grin, calming any concerns.
[No points to lose]
Mingyu, always quick to keep things entertaining, stood up with a dramatic flair. âCalm down, calm down,â he repeated in English, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he continued, âNot yet, not yet.â
âThatâs okay, bro,â Dokyeom followed, his words slipping into English as he added his own brand of encouragement.
âJust do, just do,â Mingyu chimed in again, his laughter evident as he sat back down.
Luna, her laughter bubbling over, pointed at Mingyu, her voice filled with affection as she teased, âGyu-gyu and Kyeomie are so cute.â
As the whistle blew, signaling the start of the new round, the atmosphere crackled with renewed energy. Minghao stood with an air of official authority, the whistle still dangling from his fingers as he took his place on the sidelines.
[The game resumes]
Team Red remained steady with Seungkwan, Hoshi, and Vernon, ready to secure their lead. Across from them, Team White shuffled in fresh players: Jun, S.Coups, and Dino stepped onto the court, each visibly focused intensity.
Seungkwan gripped the ball, his eyes darting between Vernon and Hoshi, who was already breaking into motion, weaving around Team White like synchronized dancers. He smirked, shaking his head in amusement at their fervor. âYou donât have to run around so much, or youâll be tired,â he teased, loud enough for both teams to hear, drawing hearty laughter from everyone on the court and the sidelines.
After a beat, Seungkwan lobbed the ball towards Vernon, who leaped and caught it, instantly setting up for a shot. He lined up his aim and released, but the ball arced just shy of the hoop, bouncing off the rim before Dino lunged forward, catching it in both hands with impressive speed.
[Failed to score]
âGood job. Iâm proud of you,â Seungkwan said with mock solemnity, pointing at Vernon. On the sidelines, Wonwoo chuckled, commenting dryly, âThey had a chance.â
Dino took over possession, dribbling with agility as he searched for an opening. He maneuvered with quick, nimble steps, clearly aiming to get closer to the hoop. As he neared the basket, he attempted a layup with an air of confidenceâ only for the ball to slip from his hands, veering behind the backboard in a surprising misfire.
Mingyuâs gaze tracked Dinoâs movement, and he muttered, âThe way he dancesâŠâ His words trailed off, his appreciation lost in hesitation. Dokyeom, seated beside him, couldnât resist intervening. âThink before you speak,â he advised, patting Mingyu on the shoulder with a wise expression.
âOkay,â Mingyu replied, resigning himself with a sheepish grin, while PD Na chuckled loudly behind them, clearly enjoying the banter.
[They're funny]
The game resumed, and Seungkwan took the ball again, launching it from across the court to Vernon, who was positioned near the hoop. âNice attack,â Woozi observed approvingly as Vernon caught the pass, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he set up for a layup. But to everyoneâs disbelief, the ball once again veered off course, sailing past the hoop and landing behind the backboard, leaving the members in a chorus of laughter and groans.
âCome on. That was a bad attack,â Jeonghan commented dryly from the sidelines.
âNot a good attack,â Woozi added, his tone flat as he shared a knowing look with Jeonghan.
On the sidelines, Luna, pom-poms in hand, stood with her hands on her waist, her expression frozen in disbelief. âWow, that was really⊠what was⊠it was right there,â she muttered, genuinely baffled. The members quickly turned towards her, pointing and laughing at her reaction, clearly delighted by her unfiltered commentary.
[Our cheerleader is in disbelief]
PD Na, noticing Lunaâs stunned expression, chimed in with a laugh. âLuna, youâre the cheerleader. Youâre supposed to be cheering them on.â
Mock realization flashed across Lunaâs face, and she spun around to face the players, waving her pom-poms with exaggerated enthusiasm. âWow! Good job, Hansolie! Itâs okay, that was amazing!â she declared, her voice dripping with faux sincerity, which only set off another wave of laughter. Vernon laughed, pointing at her with an exaggerated shake of his head.
âYou need to relax,â Seungkwan told Vernon, who made an âokayâ sign with his fingers and replied, âIâll relax. Sorry.â
âSoonyoung, keep it up,â Jeonghan called out from the sidelines, sending an encouraging nod toward Hoshi, who grinned, looking a bit flustered. âOkay.â
âCute,â Luna muttered under her breath as she took in Hoshiâs smile, her own lips twitching with amusement.
âWhy donât you find the man you need to mark?â Seungkwan instructed Hoshi, his tone deadpan.
âSure,â Hoshi agreed, scanning the court cluelessly. âWho is it?â
Jeonghan chuckled from the sidelines. âSeungkwan, donât get mad.â
Meanwhile, S.Coups took possession of the ball, expertly maneuvering it across the court before passing to Dino, who, without hesitation, took the shot. The ball swooshed cleanly through the hoop, and Team White broke into cheers.
[Dino of Team White scores]
Mingyu leaped to his feet, raising a finger to his lips as he looked around at his teammates. âHey,â he murmured, gesturing for everyone to stay quiet.
âHey, hey,â Dokyeom echoed, rising with him in a show of support. But just then, Luna, standing nearby, caught the English phrase, and her head snapped towards them, eyes widening before she burst into laughter, doubling over at their unintentional slip-up.
âThe game has only begun,â Mingyu added, missing the irony of his words, still gesturing for silence.
PD Naâs voice cut through the laughter, amusement laced in his tone. ââHeyâ? Did you just say âheyâ?â His teasing made the sideline erupt, the team members doubling over as the realization dawned on them.
Mingyuâs face froze in disbelief as he looked over at Dokyeom, who couldnât contain his own laughter. PD Na held up a hand, grinning triumphantly. âDK said âhey.â The score resets,â he announced, his tone definitive. Team Redâs members burst into gleeful laughter, their cheers echoing through the place as they celebrated their stroke of luck.
âWhy did you have to speak English?â Dokyeom muttered to Mingyu, pretending to be frustrated, though his grin showed he was far from genuinely upset.
[He started it]
S.Coups, watching with a mixture of exasperation and humor, shook his head. âDK, you deserve it,â he called out, a mock-serious tone undercutting his smirk.
Dokyeom didnât miss a beat, looking at S.Coups and nodding with a solemn expression. âSame, same,â he responded in English, earning another bout of laughter from the sidelines. âWe do speak a lot of English,â he admitted to Mingyu as they finally sat back down, the air between them still crackling with energy.
Mingyu sighed, deadpan as ever. âBut why arenât we good at it?â
Dokyeomâs laughter caught him mid-sip from his water bottle, causing him to choke slightly as he set the bottle down, his shoulders shaking. The rest of the team, still laughing and recovering, looked on in amusement, clearly enjoying the unintentional comedy show.
As the game continued, all eyes were on S.Coups as he clutched the ball, strategizing his next move. His eyes scanned the court, and in one swift motion, he passed the ball to Jun, who moved with agile precisionâ only for Vernon to intercept, arms outstretched as he blocked Junâs shot with ease.
[Vernon's nice block]
âGood job, Hansol,â Woozi encouraged, his tone calm but approving. Vernon offered a quick nod in acknowledgment, already refocusing as the ball bounced back to S.Coups. Seizing the opportunity, S.Coups passed it to Dino, who took a breath and attempted a shot toward the basket. The ball, however, bounced off the rim, narrowly missing its target.
âDinoâs bad throw,â Woozi observed dryly from the sidelines.
Jeonghan chuckled, watching Dino fumble slightly. âHeâs not playing basketball. Heâs just playing with the ball.â
Laughter rippled through the spectators, and Dino threw them a sheepish grin as the ball found its way back to Junâs hands. This time, he passed it back to Dino, who saw his chance and shot with determination. The ball arced perfectly, swishing through the net.
[He is playing basketball. He scored!]
âGood!â Joshua clapped, rising from his seat alongside the cheering Team White members. âVery nice,â he repeated, as both Dokyeom and Mingyu stood, mouths shut as they silently applauded.
Luna, from the sidelines, waved her pom-poms excitedly. âGood job, Chan-ah!â
âHey, Dino,â Wonwoo called out with a teasing smile, âare you an ace?â
Jeonghan, catching the energy in the air, turned toward the production crew, his tone suddenly serious. âYou need to listen carefully now,â he warned since Team White already had a score to lose.
The game resumed with intensity, and this time, S.Coups received the ball again. Determined, he took his shot from beyond the three-point line. The ball flew through the air, heading for the basket, only to bounce off the rim.
[The ball bounced off]
âThat was close, Cheollie,â Luna encouraged, her eyes tracking the ballâs rebound.
âHe tried⊠he threw a three-pointer,â Dokyeom said, his voice hesitant as he picked his words carefully.
Mingyu, next to him, waved his hand, signaling silence, both of them wary of another reset due to a slip-up. PD Naâs laughter rumbled from behind them, amused at their cautious commentary.
[Be careful]
âWe still need to broadcast it,â Dokyeom reminded him, almost as if convincing himself.
âWe do,â Mingyu agreed with a nod, taking the responsibility seriously.
Jeonghan joined in, adding, âWe need to keep talking.â
[Professional]
The game continued, and the ball was now with Seungkwan, who held it with an intense look. âGo inside. Get in there,â he instructed, his eyes set on Hoshi, who was running close to the hoop.
âSeungkwan, donât take it too seriously,â Dino chuckled from nearby, sharing a grin with Hoshi.
âNo, not at all,â Seungkwan replied with a smirk, just as S.Coups swooped in and stole the ball from him, dribbling it down the court with newfound energy. Seungkwan shook his head, laughing. âWeâre doing great.â
On the bleachers, the other members watched the match with focused interest, and Dokyeom leaned forward, a question hovering on his lips. âAre you not broadcasting?â he asked, his gaze fixed on Jeonghan, who stood, hands in his pockets, absorbed in the game.
Jeonghan glanced over, replying calmly, âWeâre worried that the audio will overlap.â
But before he could say more, Dokyeomâs finger shot up, pointing at Jeonghan, his expression caught between surprise and triumph. Jeonghan beat him to it, though, chuckling. âWeâre at zero,â he said, and Dokyeom laughed in defeat.
[He got tricked big time]
As the ball moved back into play, Vernon seized his chance, attempting another shot. But as the ball ricocheted off the rim once more, Seungkwan was ready, catching it mid-bounce.
Jeonghanâs voice called out from the sidelines. âBe careful.â
âSeungkwan, Iâm here,â Hoshi called out from behind, raising his hands, ready for a pass. But Seungkwan, perhaps caught up in the moment, passed it back to Vernon. Vernon took the shot once more, but luck wasnât on his side, and the ball missed, bouncing back to Seungkwan.
âNice attack,â Jeonghan said encouragingly, watching as Seungkwan, with a determined look, took the shot himself. The ball sailed through the air and, finally, sank into the hoop with a satisfying swish.
âNice attack,â Jeonghan repeated, his tone appreciative as Team Red cheered, now tied with Team White at two points each.
[His practice in Jamwon Han River Parkpays off]
Lunaâs voice rang out in excitement, pom-poms held high. âLetâs go, Kwanie!â
âGood job, Seungkwan,â Hoshi added with a clap on the back.
âItâs one all,â Dokyeom said, nodding with the air of a seasoned commentator.
Mingyu nudged him, correcting him with a grin, âItâs two all.â
Dokyeom blinked, a sheepish look on his face. âTwo all?â he asked, checking.
âYes,â Mingyu confirmed, his tone half-amused, half-serious.
âThank you,â Dokyeom replied, slipping back into his âcommentatorâ voice as the game continued, both teams locked in their friendly yet fierce competition.
[Hunminjeongeum game makes you say only the important stuff]
[It's two all]
Seungkwan dribbled the basketball with precision. His movements were sharp and calculated, weaving through the defense like a seasoned player. The opposing team scrambled to block him, but Seungkwan was relentless, his body twisting and turning as he dodged each attempt to steal the ball.
[Everyone on Team White marks Seungkwan]
âSeungkwan!â voices called from his team, but his focus was unyielding.
A chorus of cheers and shouts filled the air as Seungkwan made his way to the hoop. The gym echoed with the rhythmic chanting of his name. âSeungkwan! Seungkwan!â The members leaned forward, anticipation etched on their faces.
Lunaâs pom-poms swayed furiously as she called out, âGo, Kwanie!â
Seungkwan leaped for a layup, his body extending toward the basket. The ball arced gracefully, only to graze the backboard and miss the hoop entirely. Gasps and laughs filled the room, but Seungkwan remained undeterred. He caught the rebound, landing firmly on the court as his teammates shouted encouragement.
Dodging an advancing block from Dino, Seungkwan maneuvered around the perimeter, his quick footwork leaving the defenders scrambling.
âSo itâs true that he practiced in Jamwon,â PD Na remarked, leaning forward with visible interest.
âSeungkwan, Hoshiâs behind you,â Hoshi called out, positioning himself near the hoop. Without hesitation, Seungkwan passed the ball to Hoshi, who caught it mid-air. But before Hoshi could make a move, Dino appeared beside him. In a moment of camaraderie and humor, Hoshi handed the ball back to Seungkwan, their laughter ringing through the court.
[Not so confident here]
[Returning after touching it for a second]
Seungkwan, amused but focused, resumed dribbling. The ball bounced rhythmically as he faked out an opponent and swerved around another. With a deep breath, he stepped forward and took a clean shot. The ball soared through the air, its trajectory perfect. It swished through the net, the sound eliciting an eruption of cheers from the Red Team.
[And he scores]
âThat was so cool, Boo Seungkwan!â Luna cheered from the sidelines, her voice rising above the noise. The Red Team gathered around Seungkwan, their excitement was palpable.
The scoreboard now read 2:4 in their favor.
âI loved how you returned it back to me,â Seungkwan said, laughing as he patted Hoshi on the shoulder.
âThank you,â Hoshi replied with a grin, pulling Seungkwan into a hug.
âIâm so proud of you,â Seungkwan said, squeezing him with a hug before they separated.
âScore one more, and letâs change teams,â Mingyu suggested from the sidelines, his eagerness to play again evident.
âMingyu said âteam,ââ one of the writers announced, their voice cutting through the commotion.
A wave of disbelief swept through the court, especially among Team White. Mingyuâs face twisted in confusion. âMe? When?â he asked, genuinely perplexed.
âWhy did you do that?â Dokyeom asked, a mix of amusement and exasperation in his tone.
âI didnât,â Mingyu insisted, still oblivious.
âDonât you know how to speak Korean?â Jun teased, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
Laughter erupted as the scoreboard reset, now reading 0:4.
Seungkwan made his way to the bleachers, his face glowing with satisfaction despite the penalty. âWhen do you want to switch?â he asked his team, glancing around for opinions.
âItâs up to you,â Woozi replied nonchalantly, leaning back against the bleachers.
âDo you want to switch now?â Jeonghan chimed in, his voice calm but ready.
âIâm in,â Hoshi agreed, raising his hand.
âShall we?â Seungkwan prompted, looking to the referee.
âOkay. Switch,â Minghao said, signaling the change.
[Hoshi of Team Red is out, and Jeonghan's in]
With that, Hoshi was replaced by Jeonghan, who strolled onto the court with the ease of someone who had been watching and waiting for his moment.
Luna, standing at the sidelines, couldnât help the smile spreading across her face. She loved watching Jeonghan play sports; there was something captivating about his casual confidence and smooth movements.
âWah! Yoon Jeonghan! Show them!â she cheered, her enthusiasm drawing his attention. Jeonghan turned to her with a lazy grin, nodding in acknowledgment before stepping up to play.
On the bench, Dokyeom and Mingyu leaned into each other, their hands shielding their mouths as they mock-whispered conspiratorially. Their fingers pointed at Luna, who immediately noticed their antics.
âWhat?â she asked, crossing her arms as she approached them.
âYou really have favorites,â Dokyeom teased, his grin widening.
âIâm hurt,â Mingyu added, pretending to glare at her.
Luna laughed out loud, her head tilting back as she waved them off. But she played along, raising her pom-poms. âWah! Kim Mingyu! Lee Seokmin! Show them!â she shouted enthusiastically, earning laughs from the two.
Still laughing, she returned to her post at the front, her eyes fixed on Jeonghan as the game resumed.
Lunaâs voice rang out in a cheerful sing-song tone, cutting through the sound of the constant buzz of conversation. âGuys, remember: safety first, safety second,â she announced, shaking her pom-poms with exaggerated enthusiasm.
[Bunnyâs safety announcement]
A chorus of loud and playful âYes!â erupted from all the members, their responses unified and energetic. Luna grinned, clearly satisfied with their reaction.
âShe only said that now that Jeonghan is playing,â Mingyu whispered to Dokyeom, loud enough to ensure Luna could hear him, his tone dripping with mock suspicion.
âYouâre right,â Dokyeom agreed, nodding sagely as if Mingyuâs observation was groundbreaking.
Luna chuckled a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, not denying nor confirming their claims. She turned to them with an amused yet commanding expression and said simply, âShut it.â
Being the oldest among the 97-lineâ Dokyeom, Mingyu, and Minghaoâ Luna naturally fell into the role of their designated mother or older sister. In response, both Dokyeom and Mingyu mock-pouted, their exaggerated expressions earning a playful roll of her eyes.
On the court, Seungkwan glanced at Jeonghan, his concern showing as he called out, âJeonghan, donât push yourself.â
Jeonghan gave him a reassuring nod, acknowledging the worry. Seungkwan, just as concerned as Luna, patted his own elbowâ a subtle but clear reminder of Jeonghanâs past elbow injury.
Jeonghan nodded again, his movements careful as he positioned himself for the next play.
[Team Red's other ace Jeonghan appears]
The whistle blew, signaling the beginning of the next round. Dino quickly dribbled the ball past the halfway line, his eyes scanning for an opportunity. Jeonghan raised a hand, signaling for a pass. Dino hesitated for a fraction of a second, then lobbed the ball toward him with precision.
As Jeonghan caught the ball, the atmosphere shifted noticeably. The casual, lazy demeanor he had carried up until now was gone. With a sudden burst of energy, he dribbled the ball with sharp, controlled movements, weaving through the opposing players with practiced ease. His feet moved with agility, the ball bouncing rhythmically as he dodged each attempted block with finesse.
Just as he reached the edge of the key, Jeonghan spotted Seungkwan open near the basket. Without breaking stride, he passed the ball with a quick flick of his wrist.
[Perfect pass from Jeonghan to Seungkwan]
âGood, Jeonghan,â Woozi called out from the sidelines, his tone neutral but encouraging. âGo, Seungkwan!â
Seungkwan caught the ball, adjusted his position, and jumped for a layup. The ball rolled off his fingers with perfect backspin, hitting the backboard and sinking smoothly into the net.
The Red Team erupted in cheers, Luna among them. She waved her pom-poms enthusiastically, her voice rising above the noise. âNice pass,â Seungkwan said to Jeonghan as they regrouped.
Jeonghanâs response was immediate and wordlessâa dramatic, exaggerated face that drew laughs from everyone.
ââNice,ââ PD Na repeated the English word, his tone deadpan.
Seungkwan groaned, his energy draining in mock defeat as he dramatically lay down on the court, covering his face with his hands. Laughter rippled through the gym as the scoreboard reset to zero once again, much to Team Whiteâs delight.
[The score resets]
Team White celebrated their victory loudly, Dino and S.Coups high-fiving as they jogged to the sidelines to swap out with Dokyeom and Mingyu.
ââNice!ââ S.Coups mocked playfully as he passed by Seungkwan, mimicking his choice of words with an exaggerated tone.
âSeungkwan, very nice,â Dino chimed in, grinning.
Still sprawled out on the court, Seungkwan groaned louder.
âStill, you did well,â Hoshi added, his words genuine as he gave Seungkwanâs shoulder a supportive pat.
âWhatâs the point?â Minghao asked from his referee position, his tone carrying the weight of exasperation. âThe score is at zero.â
Luna couldnât help but laugh, her earlier prediction about the gameâs slow pace coming true. None of the teams had even broken into double digits, and yet the energy in the field was electric.
The ball found its way back into Jeonghanâs hands, his grip firm as he turned his gaze down the court, searching for his next move. His stance was relaxed, shoulders loose, yet there was a sharpness in his eyes that hinted at his focus. With an effortless rhythm, he dribbled, bouncing the ball in steady, controlled beats, switching it smoothly between his hands. With each step, he shifted his weight, weaving the ball skillfully in a figure-eight pattern between his legs, his movements sharp, yet fluid.
[Excellent dribble]
Joshua, tasked with blocking him, moved in closer, face set in concentration. Basketball wasnât his strength, but he did his best to match Jeonghanâs energy, his body pressing forward until they were almost chest-to-chest. The members watched as the two closed in, Joshuaâs determination painted clear in his eyes. But as he moved to intercept, Joshua pushed against Jeonghan a little too forcefully. Jeonghan stumbled, losing his balance as he was pushed outside the boundary line.
âOut!â Mingyu called out immediately, his voice firm, as he pointed to the line where Jeonghanâs foot had stepped.
Jeonghanâs brows furrowed as he straightened, the ball still tucked securely under his arm. âHe pushed me,â he said, his tone laced with both amusement and mild exasperation.
âJoshua, thatâs a foul,â Minghao clarified the slightest hint of a grin on his face.
Joshua blinked, looking at his teammates, his confusion evident. âReally?â
Wonwoo, who was watching the interaction closely, leaned toward PD Na standing nearby. âTheyâre serious when it comes to sports,â he explained, a touch of humor in his tone as if to explain the playful intensity each member brought to the game.
With a deadpan expression, Hoshi called out, âManners makes man, man,â in a low, practiced accent, earning a few chuckles.
The game restarted, and the ball found its way back to Jeonghanâs hands. This time, his gaze was sharp, brows drawn as he scanned the court with a calculating look. He dribbled again, his movements crisp and precise, weaving the ball through his legs with ease as he danced past his defenders. A quick dodge here, a sidestep thereâ Jeonghan moved as if he were gliding, each step purposeful and smooth, skillfully slipping past Mingyuâs and S.Coupsâ attempts to intercept him.
He glanced at his teammates, his eyes flicking briefly to the left where Seungkwan was open. But then his gaze landed on Vernon, stationed far across the court, his stance ready. Jeonghanâs lips curled into a chuckle. âThat far?â he murmured, his voice barely audible but laced with quiet confidence.
Lunaâs voice called out from the sidelines, urging him on. âSeungkwanie is free, Han,â she said, her tone encouraging, her pom-poms raised as she bounced slightly on her toes.
âGet in there,â Hoshiâs voice joined from next to her.
And then, as Seungkwan moved forward, Hoshi shouted out an additional bit of advice, his voice rising in excitement. âSeungkwan, the left hand only assists the right!â he said, emphasizing the importance of the lay-up technique.
Seungkwan took the shot, attempting a layup, but the ball missed, bouncing off the rim. For a moment, the area was filled with the sounds of scuffling and the members hustling as they fought for control. The ball bobbled in the air before landing right in Mingyuâs hands.
âThatâs right,â Hoshi commented, narrating from the sidelines, âOne more time.â
Mingyuâs fingers closed around the ball, his eyes narrowing as he looked for a teammate to pass to. But before he could make a move, S.Coups called out, âMingyu!â in an attempt to gain his attention.
Suddenly, in the scramble, the ball slipped from Mingyuâs grasp, bouncing away and leaving them both crouched low, struggling to reclaim it. Joshua dove forward, managing to get his hand on it just before anyone else, but with a misjudged throw, he sent it rolling away from them, right at Mingyuâs feet.
The ball bounced, rolling slowly across the court, leaving both teams frozen for a brief, absurd moment before they burst into laughter.
âWhat is happening?â Luna clapped her hands, laughing as she watched the chaotic scene unfold, her eyes sparkling with delight.
âThis is no basketball,â S.Coups muttered from the bleachers, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and frustration.
Wonwoo nodded, his tone completely deadpan. âItâs pretty messy.â
[A combination of dodge ball, foot volleyball and basketball]
From somewhere in the group, Wooziâs voice cut through, his tone a mix of dry wit and resignation. âWeâre not going home today, are we?â
âNo,â S.Coups confirmed, shaking his head with an air of resignation.
âWe can never go home like this,â Minghao announced, his tone dripping with humor and a sense of defeat as everyone broke into laughter once again.
[0:0 for 15 minutes]
Joshua grabbed the ball with a renewed determination, his stance firm as he scanned the court for an opening. With a decisive movement, he pivoted slightly and launched the ball across the court to Dokyeom, who was stationed near the basket. Dokyeom caught it effortlessly, his grip sure as he assessed his options. Without hesitation, he passed it to Mingyu, who was better positioned in the paint. The ball zipped between them, Mingyu catching it securely. However, instead of taking the shot, Mingyu passed it back to Joshua.
[Team White keeps passing]
Joshua planted his feet, bent his knees, and shot. The ball soared through the air, spinning perfectly before it swished through the net. The white team erupted in cheers.
âHong Jisoo!â Lunaâs voice rang out, her excitement palpable as she clapped from the sidelines.
âNice!â Dokyeom yelled in English, his enthusiasm getting the better of him. The realization hit him instantly, his face falling into mock regret as he turned to Joshua. He moved toward him, wrapping him in an apologetic hug as Mingyuâs head snapped toward him, eyes wide with betrayal.
[They won a point, but it's gone]
It might have gone unnoticed by the production team, but Jeonghan wasnât about to let it slide. He pointed at Dokyeom, his grin mischievous as he announced loudly, ââNiceâ as soon as he scored.â
The members burst into laughter, Mingyu collapsing to his knees, unable to contain his amusement.
âWhy?â S.Coups asked, his brows knitting in confusion.
âWho was it?â PD Na inquired, leaning forward in curiosity.
âYes, itâs zero,â Mingyu admitted through chuckles, âDK said ânice.ââ
âWhy did you blame me?â Dokyeom protested, feigning innocence as he broke into their signature chorus. âVery nice,â he sang, his voice exaggerated, drawing even more laughter from the group.
[Anyway, it's back to 0:0]
The game resumed, and Joshua once again gained possession of the ball. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he threw a no-look pass to Dokyeom. Dokyeom caught it with ease, deftly dodging Jeonghan, who lunged to block him. In a fluid motion, Dokyeom passed it back to Joshua, who scanned the court before spotting Mingyu on the move. Joshuaâs pass reached Mingyu in stride, who surged forward for a layup attempt.
The ball hit the backboard and bounced off the rim, sending the players into a frenzy as they jumped to grab the rebound.
[He missed, but it was a good move]
Amidst the chaos, Jeonghan snatched the ball, pulling it close as he pivoted away from his defenders. With quick, deliberate movements, he began dribbling, weaving through the opposing team with a finesse that had become second nature.
âJeonghan, leave the box,â Hoshi called out, his tone half-serious, half-exasperated.
âTheyâre serious about basketball,â PD Na observed, his voice tinged with both surprise and amusement.
Jeonghan ignored the commentary, his focus unwavering as he passed the ball to Seungkwan, who had managed to maneuver into an open position.
âSeungkwan! Kwan, where are you going?â Wooziâs voice carried across the court, his tone laced with both confusion and amusement.
âThe thing about him is that heâs good at dodging,â Hoshi chimed in, his voice tinged with admiration as Seungkwan deftly avoided two defenders.
Seungkwan glanced at Jeonghan, who had moved closer to the basket, and passed the ball back to him.
[He dodges and passes to Jeonghan]
Jeonghan caught it, dribbling with precision as he navigated the defensive line.
âJeonghan, shoot!â Hoshi yelled, his voice rising in urgency. Jeonghan aimed, but the ball bounced off the rim.
As it ricocheted, Seungkwan leaped mid-air, catching it before anyone else could react. With an effortless motion, he shot it back toward the hoop. This time, the ball sailed cleanly through the net.
[Seungkwan shoots again]
The members erupted in cheers, their voices mingling through the place.
âThat was amazing, Boo Seungkwan!â Luna shouted, her face lit up with excitement.
âHeâs a weasel,â Dokyeom remarked, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
âHe scored!â Hoshi exclaimed, jumping to his feet, his energy infectious. The red team was now on the board with two points.
âItâs only the beginning,â Jeonghan said carefully, his tone calm yet laced with confidence.
âItâs very nice,â Hoshi added, nodding approvingly.
âNice score,â Woozi agreed, his voice steady as he gave two thumbs up.
âRetrieve the ball and repeat,â Wonwoo instructed, his tone practical as always.
Jeonghan, his gaze sharp, turned to Vernon. âHansol, why donât you switch?â
Vernon nodded in agreement, standing up to tag out with Wonwoo, who removed his jacket before stepping onto the court.
[Vernon of Team Red is out, and Wonwoo is in]
âOkay, change,â Minghao confirmed, signaling the adjustment as the players repositioned themselves for the next play.
[The man in glasses is in]
[The game resumes]
Luna clapped her hands together, a teasing glint in her eyes as she raised her voice over the noise of the court. âKeep it up, guys, so we can go home!â she called, her words playful but charged with enough encouragement to draw the playersâ attention.
PD Na chuckled at her from the sidelines, adjusting on his seat as he shook his head in amusement. âYouâre excited to go home,â he remarked, his tone lighthearted.
Without even a hint of denial, Luna nodded firmly. âI didnât have that much confidence at first,â she said, her mock-serious expression drawing laughs from the members in the bleachers, âbut I can feel that theyâve gotten the momentum.â
[She wants to go home the most]
Her dramatic delivery had PD Na and the writers doubling over in amusement, while the SEVENTEEN members exchanged grins.
âYou can do it, guys!â Luna cheered, cupping her hands around her mouth for emphasis. âWhoever scores the most⊠will officially be my favorite, and I will love you forever!â
The players on the field burst into laughter, her cheeky incentive setting a competitive fire alight.
With that said, the ball was in Jeonghanâs hands. His fingers curled around the leather as he dribbled it with precision, the sound of his shoes shuffling filled their ears. His stance was focused, his gaze locked on the basket ahead. He accelerated, his movements fluid and determined, weaving between defenders as Joshua stepped forward to block him.
Jeonghan didnât falter. Dribbling outside the three-point line, he shifted his weight, guiding the ball smoothly between his legs. Each bounce was calculated, his body moving in sync with the ball as his hair swayed with his movements.
âJeonghan, nice move,â Woozi observed, his voice filled with quiet admiration.
âNice move,â Hoshi echoed, leaning forward in his seat. âHis hands never let go of the ball.â
Jeonghan paused, his sharp eyes scanning the court as he calculated his next move. His opponents crowded the area near the basket, leaving little room for an easy shot. Without warning, he lifted the ball in his hand slightly and threw the ball underhand from beyond the three-point line.
[He threw it lightly]
The ball arced gracefully through the air, spinning perfectly before it swished cleanly through the net.
For a moment, there was silenceâ then chaos erupted.
[He scores a 3-pointer]
Jeonghanâs teammates on the bleachers jumped to their feet in unison, their cheers reverberating around the court. Even the opposing team stood in stunned disbelief, their mouths slightly agape.
[Standing up]
âWhat?â PD Na exclaimed, standing up from his seat as he stared at the basket in shock.
âThatâs three,â Vernon said simply, his tone as disbelieving as the othersâ.
Jeonghan remained composed, his expression cool as he dapped up Seungkwan, who was still wide-eyed with surprise.
[Mitsui Hisashi and surprised Miyagi Ryota]
Turning casually, Jeonghanâs gaze landed on Luna. She was standing frozen, her eyes widened in amazementâ she was so amazed that she forgot to do her assigned job and cheer. Though she fought valiantly to suppress it, the corners of her lips quirked upward, threatening to break into a full smile.
Their eyes met, and Jeonghanâs smirk deepened. He raised three fingers, holding them up deliberately. Then, one by one, he dropped each finger, mouthing, âI. Love. You.â
Lunaâs face turned a deep shade of red as the realization hit herâ Jeonghan had taken her earlier incentive seriously. So seriously, in fact, that heâd shot a perfect three-pointer.
Dokyeom, ever the mischief-maker, walked towards her, his grin wicked. âWell, what else is new?â he muttered, throwing her a teasing wink. He gestured toward Jeonghan, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as he added, âHeâs your favorite now, right? As if he wasnât already.â
âShut up.â Luna let out an embarrassed laugh, her hand flying to her face as she tried to compose herself.
âThat was a wonderful shot,â Minghao chimed in, his voice calm but clearly impressed.
âThat was amazing,â Wonwoo added, nodding in approval.
âItâs 0:5,â Minghao noted, his tone matter-of-fact as he glanced at the scoreboard. âYou scored three minutes⊠what was it? You scored a three-pointer.â
Jeonghan, as always, played it off coolly, his smirk lingering as he casually walked back to his side of the court, the game continuing with a renewed energy and excitement.
Jeonghan caught the ball again, his movements were fluid and graceful as he surveyed the court. The game felt electrified, each pass, dribble, and shot loaded with a heightened sense of competition. Without wasting a second, he passed the ball to Wonwoo, the spin and speed of the ball precise as it reached his teammateâs hands.
Wonwoo steadied himself, gripping the ball tightly as he pivoted to position for a shot.
[The man in glasses throws for the first time]
Wonwoo aimed for the basket, his release was clean, the ball sailing through the air, but it hit the rim and bounced out.
âThat was close,â Woozi commented, his tone measured but encouraging.
âStill, good job,â Hoshi added, patting Wonwoo on the back as the latter retrieved the ball.
âNice try?â Wonwoo asked, his expression half-serious, half-hopeful as he glanced at his teammates for reassurance.
Luna finally snapped out of the trance she had been in since Jeonghanâs earlier performance. âIt was so good,â she said with a sincere smile, her voice loud enough to reach Wonwoo.
âBetter than me,â Hoshi chimed in with a laugh, earning a round of lighthearted chuckles.
As the game continued, the ball found its way into Joshuaâs hands. He maneuvered it skillfully, dribbling down the court with an easy confidence. A swift pass sent it to Dokyeom, who caught it mid-stride.
âWonwoo, defend!â Seungkwanâs voice cut through the action, sharp and commanding.
Wonwoo sprang into action, his long strides carrying him toward Dokyeom, who was readying for a pass. Seeing Wonwoo closing in, Dokyeom redirected the ball to Mingyu.
Mingyu bolted forward, his towering frame giving him an advantage as he aimed to secure the pass. But before he could reach it, Wonwoo threw himself into the fray, stretching his arms wide and blocking Mingyu from intercepting the ball.
[He's clearly better than Hoshi]
âGood job, Woo!â Luna cheered, her pom-poms shaking enthusiastically.
âYou have long arms,â Hoshi observed, dramatically extending his own arms to emphasize his point.
âTeam Red is playing for real,â S.Coups remarked, his tone filled with a mix of amusement and admiration as he watched the intensity ramp up on the court.
Dokyeom, undeterred, recovered the ball and sent it flying back to Mingyu. This time, Mingyu caught it cleanly, pivoted, and charged toward the hoop. With a powerful leap, he shot the ball, and it sailed smoothly into the net.
[Throwing using his height]
[Team White is playing for real too]
âNice!â Dino cheered from the sidelines, pumping his fists into the air.
âWah! Kim Mingyu!â Luna exclaimed, her pom-poms shaking furiously as she joined the cheers.
The scoreboard updated to 2:5.
The game resumed, with Seungkwan now in possession of the ball. He dribbled with precision, each bounces purposeful as he dodged opposing players attempting to block him. His quick footwork allowed him to slip past their defenses, and with a well-timed pass, he sent the ball to Jeonghan, who was positioned strategically near the hoop.
Mingyu, seeing the opportunity, moved swiftly to block Jeonghan. But Jeonghan, ever the strategist, anticipated the move. With a sharp pivot and a burst of speed, he dodged Mingyu, his movements fluid and controlled.
Jeonghan shifted the ball between his hands, the rapid motion disorienting his defender. With a graceful leap, he executed a layup, the ball arcing beautifully before swishing through the net. His hair swayed with the motion, catching the light as he landed effortlessly.
[Receives the ball from Seungkwan and scores]
âJeonghan scored!â Woozi announced, his voice filled with awe.
âGood job,â Hoshi added, clapping enthusiastically.
[Jeonghan and Seungkwan are leading the team]
Luna, ready to do her job to jump in and cheer, froze when Jeonghan turned toward her. His back was to the cameras, shielding his next move from the public eye.
He raised seven fingers this time since their current score is 2:7, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. One by one, he lowered each finger, mouthing, âI. Love. You. So. Much. It. Hurts.â
Lunaâs face turned crimson, her heartbeat quickening as she processed his words. A smile broke across her face, so wide she was momentarily shocked it didnât split her cheeks.
âYoon Jeonghan⊠reallyâŠâ she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible as she stuttered.
Unable to contain her giddiness, she turned away, walking briskly toward the bleachers. Reaching Hoshi, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, hiding her flushed face against his shoulder.
âWhy?â Hoshi asked, laughing softly as he patted her back, his other arm wrapping around her in a comforting gesture.
Luna didnât respond immediately, her smile growing impossibly larger as a zoo of emotions surged through her chest. She covered the small mic pinned to her top and reached for Hoshiâs mic, ensuring no one could hear her next words.
Leaning in close, she whispered, âYoon Jeonghan is driving me fucking insane. What do I do?â
Hoshi chuckled, his hand lightly patting her shoulder.
âAre you okay?â Wooziâs calm voice came from the seat next to Hoshi, his brows furrowed in mild concern.
Luna shook her head, letting out a soft laugh. âNo⊠I think Iâm going insane,â she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of exasperation and delight.
The three of them shared a quiet moment before turning their attention back to the game, where the action continued to unfold with no less intensity.
The ball was with Joshua, his movements sharp and calculated as he dribbled down the court. He sidestepped a defender, feinting a pass to Mingyu before taking a decisive leap. His form was textbook perfect as he released the ball in a clean arc. It soared through the air, kissed the rim, and fell neatly into the net, earning two points for his team.
[Followed by Joshua's score]
âCool,â S.Coups said, his tone calm but laced with genuine admiration.
âThat was cool,â Jun echoed as he stood up from his seat, clapping enthusiastically. âJisoo, that was cool,â he repeated, emphasizing his words.
âHong Jisoo good job!â Luna cheered from her place in the bleachers, her voice bright and encouraging.
S.Coups glanced at Dokyeom. âDK, do you want to switch?â he asked, his voice casual but expectant.
Dokyeom nodded in agreement, stepping onto the sidelines while S.Coups moved to the court.
[DK out, S.Coups in]
âAll the ace players are playing,â Minghao observed from his seat, his tone thoughtful as he watched the dynamic on the court shift.
[Aces are playing in both teams]
âAll the members are playing,â Hoshi added, his voice carrying a hint of pride as he surveyed the scene.
Luna, seated next to Hoshi, turned to him, her lips twitching as she suppressed a laugh.
Hoshi frowned in confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to understand the source of her amusement.
A beat later, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened as he murmured, âWow,â before covering his mouth in embarrassment.
âDid Iââ He cut himself off, dropping to his knees dramatically, clearly mortified.
[Apologizing]
âItâs okay,â Luna said quickly, patting his back in a comforting gesture. âItâs okay.â
Seeing Hoshiâs guilty expression, Wonwoo and Seungkwan joined in reassuring him. âItâs okay.â
âLetâs be careful from now on,â Mingyu reminded his team, his tone firm but lighthearted as he glanced over at the court.
Minghao, who had been monitoring the scoreboard, made an announcement. âItâs changed to zero from seven,â he said, pointing to the scoreboard with an amused expression.
âItâs okay,â Luna said again, this time chuckling as she leaned over to hug Hoshi, who still looked remorseful.
Nearby, PD Na turned to the writer seated next to him. âWe could reduce it to eleven points,â he suggested, his tone contemplative as they considered a change in the gameâs goal.
Back on the court, the game resumed with Joshua once again taking possession of the ball. His movements were precise as he dribbled, scanning for an opening. Spotting one, he moved toward the hoop, only to be blocked mid-shot. Undeterred, he reclaimed the ball, pivoting swiftly and regaining his rhythm.
âKeep calm,â Dino said from the sidelines, his voice steady and encouraging. âOkay,â he added, almost automatically, before freezing as the realization hit him.
[In vain]
Dokyeom, seated next to him, clamped his mouth shut, side-eyeing Dino as if to say, Did you really just say that?
[He needs time alone]
PD Na, who had been standing right behind Dino, didnât miss a beat. âDino said âokay,ââ he announced, his tone teasing as he pointed out the slip.
Dokyeom burst into laughter, his head tilting back as he tried and failed to contain himself. The rest of the members followed suit, their laughter echoing through the field as Dino sat frozen in place, his expression a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.
Luna, now seated back in the bleachers, sighed dramatically. âI retract my previous statement⊠I donât think they have found the momentum at all,â she deadpanned, her tone so dry it made the members laugh even harder despite themselves.
âWho?â Mingyu asked, looking at her in confusion.
âDino,â Luna replied with a chuckle, pointing toward the younger member, who still hadnât moved.
âThis is never going to end. What are we going to do?â Dokyeom asked, his voice slightly high-pitched as he gestured toward the scoreboard.
PD Na stood up, making his way toward Minghao, who had been monitoring the score. âReferee, Iâm sorry, but weâll reduce it to fifteen points. Twenty-one points are too much,â he said decisively.
âLetâs go for fifteen points,â PD Na added, nodding at Minghao.
[They're more fluent in foreign languages than expected]
âWe havenât even reached two digits,â Luna pointed out, her tone light but teasing as she leaned back in her seat. Her comment earned another round of laughter from the members.
[Not even close]
âWe canât even reach ten points,â Vernon said, agreeing with her as he shook his head.
âThen letâs go with eleven,â PD Na concluded.
[Score 11 points first to win]
[The current score 0:0]
âLetâs score eleven points,â Woozi said, his voice calm but resolute as the new goal was set.
The members nodded in agreement, refocusing their energy as the game continued.
[The game resumes]
Seungkwan gripped the ball with determination, his fingers finding the familiar grooves of its surface as he bounced it against the court. Each dribble was controlled, a steady rhythm as he scanned the opposing teamâs defense. His eyes darted, analyzing potential openings, before he darted left, faking out the nearest defender with a quick crossover. The ball moved seamlessly from one hand to the other, and Seungkwan surged forward.
As he neared the basket, his pace quickened, his movements fluid and deliberate. With a slight hop, he launched himself into the air for a layup. The ball left his hand in a smooth arc, aiming for the backboardâbut before it could reach its mark, S.Coupsâ hand shot up like a spring. The older memberâs timing was impeccable; his palm met the ball mid-air with a satisfying smack, redirecting its trajectory. In one swift motion, S.Coups caught the ball, cradling it close to his chest as he landed.
[Nice defense by S.Coups]
âThat was good defense,â Dokyeom called out from the bleachers, his voice cheerful as he munched on a bag of snacks.
S.Coups nodded, his lips curving into a brief smile before he pivoted on one foot, protecting the ball as he began dribbling. His movements were measured yet aggressive. Wonwoo moved in quickly, his arms outstretched as he shadowed S.Coups, his fingers flexing in anticipation.
With a sudden lunge, Wonwoo swiped at the ball, his hand grazing its surface just enough to send it rolling away. S.Coups scrambled to regain control, his sneakers skidding slightly as he chased after it. But the ball rolled just beyond his reach, crossing the boundary line and forcing a turnover.
[Out]
âSeungcheol, that was a shame,â Jun called out from his seat, his tone both teasing and encouraging.
âPraise for your tenacity,â Dino added solemnly, his comment earning a chuckle from the sidelines.
The ball was now in Jeonghanâs hands. The court seemed to hum with anticipation as the members shifted positions, their focus zeroing in on the new play.
âHere comes Jisoo and Jeonghan,â Woozi narrated from the sidelines, his voice calm but laced with intrigue.
Joshua stood between Jeonghan and the basket, his posture firm as he prepared to block his teammateâs advance. Jeonghan feinted left, his body dipping slightly as if to sprint past Joshuaâs right side. The sudden movement caused Joshua to shift his weight, but Jeonghan pivoted at the last second, slipping past on the opposite side with a burst of speed.
âHe breaks through,â Woozi observed, his tone rising with excitement.
Jeonghanâs steps were quick and calculated as he weaved through the remaining defenders, his dribbling precise and unrelenting. Nearing the basket, he leaped gracefully, releasing the ball with a flick of his wrist. It arced beautifully through the air before sinking cleanly into the net.
[Jeonghan scores]
The red team erupted into cheers, their voices overlapping in excitement. The scoreboard was changed with the updated tally of 0:2.
On the sidelines, Luna leaned over toward the white teamâs bench, her curiosity piqued by the sound of crunching. âKyeomie, can I have some of that please?â she asked, eyeing the snack in his hands.
[Focused on something else entirely]
Dokyeom wordlessly passed her the bag, his focus still on the court. Luna took a handful, but her attention snapped back to the game as the cheers reached a crescendo. She turned just in time to see Jeonghanâs shot go in, her mouth still full.
âWah! Yoon Jeonghan MVP!â Luna cheered through a mouthful of biscuit, raising her snack triumphantly instead of her pom-poms. Her impromptu gesture sent the members into fits of laughter.
[She still cheers]
The game resumed the ball once again in Jeonghanâs hands. He maneuvered down the court with ease, his dribbling smooth and practiced. But as he approached the basket, the white team closed in, their arms raised in a wall of defense. Realizing his path was blocked, Jeonghan made a split-second decision, tossing the ball blindly over his shoulder.
âThere are so many people,â Hoshi commented from the sidelines, his voice tinged with disbelief.
The ball arced toward Mingyu, who caught it effortlessly. Scanning the court, Mingyu spotted Joshua and aimed a sharp pass in his direction. But before the ball could reach its target, Jeonghan intercepted it mid-flight, slapping it away. The ball skidded across the floor, rolling dangerously close to the boundary line.
Joshua didnât hesitate. He dove forward, his body hitting the ground as he scooped the ball back into play.
[Joshua saves it]
âJoshua, that was a nice touch,â Hoshi said instinctively, his words earning an immediate reaction.
Luna turned sharply, smacking Hoshi on the arm. âYa, youâŠâ she muttered, her voice dripping with exasperation.
Realizing his mistake, Hoshi clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with regret.
âHoshi said âJoshua,ââ PD Na announced, his tone teasing but firm.
âSorry. Iâm really sorry. Iâll keep my mouth shut from now on,â Hoshi said hurriedly, his voice muffled behind his hand. Turning to his teammates, he added, âIâm sorry. I wonât say anything from now on.â
[He becomes a hamster from guilt]
âHoshi is the villain in that team,â Dokyeom said, pointing an accusatory finger at Hoshi.
âMafia. Heâs the other mafia,â Luna deadpanned, her focus back on her snack as if completely over the chaos.
âItâs okay,â Wonwoo reassured from his position on the court, though his words were ironic given the beads of sweat on his brow.
[Panting]
âI think this might go on until tomorrow,â Minghao remarked from his referee seat, his expression neutral as he leaned back.
His comment elicited laughter from PD Na, who was sitting next to him.
[He finds it funny]
âIâm very happy to watch you. You make me happy,â Minghao added, his voice so dry it bordered on comedic.
The game, chaotic yet entertaining, showed no signs of slowing down.
[Both teams switch after the score resets]
The game momentarily paused as there was switches in players.
Team White rotated Dino, Dokyeom, and S.Coups into the game, while Mingyu, Jun, and Joshua made their way to the bench. Similarly, Team Red had Seungkwan, Vernon, and Woozi, giving Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Jeonghan a chance to rest.
[Mingyu, Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo out]
[Dino, DK, Woozi, Vernon in]
Jeonghan, as casual as ever, strolled over to the bench. With his characteristic cool demeanor, he sat himself between Hoshi and Luna.
Seungkwan, now on the court, turned toward the bench and quipped with a grin, âJeonghan, you could cover Hoshiâs mouth.â
The words elicited a chorus of laughter, with Hoshi dramatically clasping his hands over his mouth as if preemptively preventing another slip.
[Covering it himself]
Jeonghan raised an eyebrow at the comment, amusement flickering in his eyes. He leaned back slightly, stretching his arms behind the bench, his calm aura contrasting with the gameâs chaotic energy.
As the laughter subsided, Luna reached down without a word, her fingers curling around a water bottle. She straightened and handed it to Jeonghan, her gaze flicking to his briefly.
Jeonghan accepted the bottle without hesitation, a faint smile playing on his lips. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, the cool water easing his exertion from the earlier plays.
âI feel so bad,â Hoshi murmured from Jeonghanâs other side, his voice tinged with genuine remorse.
Jeonghan shook his head lightly, his expression soft yet reassuring. âItâs okay,â he said, his tone gentle as if absolving Hoshi of his guilt.
Turning his attention to PD Na, Jeonghan asked with subtle curiosity, âWhatâs the prize?â
Luna, now watching him with a playful smirk, interjected, âItâs the only thing keeping him going right now.â
[Motivated]
The bench chuckled at her comment. Jeonghan, unbothered, leaned forward slightly as Luna wrapped her arms around his, resting her head on his shoulder. He let her settle there, his demeanor entirely nonchalant as if her affection was the most natural thing in the world.
PD Na grinned mischievously. âOh, I havenât told you. Thereâs a huge prize. Youâd want to win.â
Luna, still nestled against Jeonghan, tilted her head slightly, her attention drifting to his hands resting on his lap. She noted their slight stiffness and how they seemed paler than usual in the chilly open field. Without a word, she reached down, enveloping both of his larger hands in hers. Her small hands tried their best to cover his, her palms pressing against the cold surface of his skin.
Jeonghan glanced down at her, his gaze softening as he watched her efforts. She yawned then, her head tilting against his shoulder.
âYou tired?â he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur.
âMmm⊠sleepy,â Luna replied, yawning again as her eyes fluttered closed momentarily.
âAigo,â Jeonghan whispered, his voice barely audible as he leaned his head down against hers. The moment was brief but tender, a silent acknowledgment of their shared closeness.
The tranquility of their moment was shattered by a sudden outburst from Mingyu, who was sitting further down the bench.
âS.h.o.t. Shoot!â Mingyu shouted toward the players on the court, his enthusiasm causing heads to turn.
From beside him, Joshua leaned towards him and corrected, âS.h.o.o.t.â
âReally?â Mingyu asked, visibly surprised, his eyes wide as he processed the correction.
Luna, unable to contain her amusement, pointed at Mingyu with a laugh. âCute,â she said, her voice tinged with playful affection.
Mingyuâs confused but endearing expression earned a round of chuckles from the bench, lightening the mood before the game resumed.
The ball was with Woozi, who dribbled it carefully, his small but quick hands controlling the orange sphere as he scanned for an opening. He faked a pass to Vernon on his right but instead launched the ball towards Seungkwan with precision. Seungkwan caught it effortlessly, quickly pivoting as S.Coups stepped in to block.
âNow itâs getting real,â PD Na commented, his tone tinged with anticipation.
âIâm going to play seriously,â Seungkwan declared, a determined glint in his eyes as he began dribbling with renewed vigor.
From the sidelines, Wonwoo observed the intensity building. âSeungkwan looks tired,â he remarked, his sharp eye noticing the slight lag in Seungkwanâs footwork as he backed up on S.Coups.
âSeungkwan needs to keep playing,â Hoshi said, leaning forward with interest, his excitement palpable.
Seungkwan, undeterred by S.Coupsâ towering frame, dribbled to the right, then swiftly crossed over to his left, the ball nearly invisible as it passed between his legs. S.Coups stepped forward to block, but Seungkwan spun around, slipping past him with remarkable agility.
With a clear lane to the hoop, Seungkwan charged forward. S.Coups lunged to recover, but Seungkwan executed a clean layup, the ball kissing the backboard before sinking into the net.
[He scores again]
Cheers erupted from Team Red, the sound claps mingling together. Even Team White couldnât help but clap at the impressive play.
âThat was so cool, Boo Seungkwan!â Luna said enthusiastically, her voice carrying from the bench as she stayed nestled beside Jeonghan.
âI approve,â Jun added, his applause sincere.
âYou deserve an applause,â Minghao chimed in, nodding appreciatively.
âIâll keep my mouth shut,â Hoshi muttered, not wanting to mess up again.
âGood. Good job, team,â Jeonghan said nonchalantly, leaning back as if Seungkwanâs effort was exactly what he expected.
The ball was now in Vernonâs hands. He moved cautiously, dribbling down the court while keeping his eyes on his teammates. Spotting an opportunity, he attempted a jump shot from mid-range, but Dokyeom and Dino closed in swiftly, their combined height blocking the ball.
The rebound fell back into Vernonâs hands. Wasting no time, he passed it to Woozi, who looked ready to shoot.
âGo for it. Shoot,â Luna encouraged, her voice light but supportive.
Woozi hesitated for a moment before returning the ball to Vernon.
âShoot,â Jeonghan added lazily.
Vernon looked determined but chose to pass back to Woozi, who finally took the shot. The ball arced beautifully through the air, but it bounced off the rim, missing by inches.
âI thought he scored,â Joshua said, her voice tinged with shock as everyoneâs eyes followed the rebound.
Seungkwan grabbed the loose ball, dribbling quickly as he maneuvered around defenders. He tossed it up toward the hoop, aiming for another layup, but S.Coups intercepted mid-air with a perfectly timed block.
Stealing the ball, S.Coups sprinted out of the three-point line, dribbling with precision as he planned his next move.
âJust shoot,â Mingyu called from the sidelines, his voice impatient yet supportive.
S.Coups feinted a shot, drawing two defenders toward him, then passed the ball to Dokyeom, who quickly tossed it back after seeing the Red team crowd around him.
âThree-pointer. Go. Three-pointer,â Mingyu urged, standing now as he clapped.
With a confident flick of his wrist, S.Coups launched the ball from beyond the arc. The members fell silent as the ball soared, swishing cleanly through the net.
[3-pointer by S.Coups]
The members erupted in cheers, Team White celebrating their first three-pointer. The score now stood at 3-2.
âNice,â Mingyu said, the word slipping out in English as he clapped and stood up, caught in the excitement.
Luna, still leaning against Jeonghan, tilted her head, her sharp ears catching the English slip. She chuckled but didnât comment, her focus shifting back to the game.
âHe just said it,â Wonwoo said suddenly, his calm voice cutting through the cheers as he pointed at Mingyu.
âWho said what? We said nothing,â Mingyu replied, visibly confused as he looked around.
âAfter I said it, he scored a goal,â Mingyu explained, his tone earnest as if he didnât realize his mistake.
ââGoalâ?â PD Na repeated, turning toward Mingyu with a raised brow.
[Dang it]
Luna doubled over, laughter spilling from her as she threw herself onto Jeonghanâs lap. Tears streamed from her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
âHe scored a âgoalâ?â PD Na repeated, his confusion evident.
ââGong,ââ Joshua interjected, attempting to cover for Mingyu.
âI said âgong.ââ Mingyu played along.
âIn what context will you need to use the word âgongâ in that sentence?â Jeonghan asked, his deadpan delivery earning another burst of laughter from Luna, who clung to his arm as her shoulders shook.
âI said âgong,ââ Mingyu insisted weakly, his face flushing as he tried to salvage the situation.
âWhat does it matter? You said âniceâ seconds before that anyway,â Luna chuckled, pointing at Mingyu as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
[Sheâs crying]
âSheâs right. You did,â Wonwoo added, nodding toward Luna in agreement considering only the two of them noticed Mingyuâs earlier slip-up.
âGosh,â Mingyu sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumping as the laughter continued.
âGyu-gyu is so funny,â Luna said as she stood up, her voice still shaky from laughing. âHe was quick with it, too. Cheollie didnât even get to celebrate and feel himself for his three-pointer.â
Her comment sent them into another wave of laughter, including S.Coups, who walked over and hugged her around the waist in mock exasperation.
âHow long is this gonna take?â Luna sniffled dramatically, her tone playful as she turned toward Jeonghan. Gently, she pushed him toward the court. âGo over there and play, hurry,â she said, her mock urgency making everyone laugh again.
Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head as he stood before making his way to switch with Woozi.
âAlways watch what you say,â Minghao advised the group, his voice laced with humor.
âWhat do I do? Should I try to be funny for the show orâŠâ Mingyu asked PD Na, his tone both genuine and exasperated.
[Fundamental question]
âBe careful, yet still be funny,â Jun replied, his voice full of mock wisdom.
âThatâs right. Thatâs the answer,â PD Na added, laughing.
âYou learned Korean when you were young, didnât you? You didnât learn English,â Jun scolded teasingly.
âRight. Thatâs true,â Mingyu agreed, his tone resigned.
âOr we can all shut up altogether,â Luna deadpanned as she sat back down, earning another round of laughter as PD Na pointed at her.
âOur cheerleaderâŠâ PD Na trailed off, shaking his head with a grin.
Luna pretended to suddenly remember her role, shaking her pom-poms. âLetâs go, guys! I believe in you guys, really!â she cheered, her exaggerated enthusiasm drawing more laughter as the game resumed.
[Jeonghan of Team Red goes back in]
âThe game resumes,â Minghao said, his calm voice cutting through the ambient noise.
Seungkwan took control of the ball, dribbling it purposefully as he moved forward. His left hand guided the ball with precision while his eyes scanned the court, reading the defensive setup. His movements were steady, keeping the ball close to his body to avoid turnovers.
âKeep calm,â Seungkwan murmured, his tone both encouraging and firm as he directed Vernon with a sharp nod.
Vernon darted into an open spot near the right wing, ready to receive the ball. Seungkwan quickly transferred the ball with a crisp chest pass, the orange leather spinning slightly as it traveled straight into Vernonâs waiting hands.
Without hesitation, Vernon pivoted on his right foot to face the basket. He briefly considered a shot but noticed Jeonghan cutting to the top of the key. Vernon flicked the ball to Jeonghan with a clean bounce pass.
Jeonghan caught it effortlessly, his body fluid as he adjusted his stance. With a quick dribble, he squared up and took the shot. The ball arced high, spinning in perfect backspin as it descended toward the rim.
âItâs a perfect team,â Woozi commented, his voice low but filled with pride.
âMy team is great,â Hoshi said quickly, his excitement bubbling over.
âMy team is amazing,â Woozi added with a small smirk, eliciting a chuckle from those nearby.
The ball hit the rim and spun around in a near-perfect circle, causing everyone to hold their breaths collectively. It teetered on the edge before bouncing out, narrowly missing the basket.
Seungkwan wasted no time. He dashed to recover the ball, his speed and agility unmatched as he secured the rebound near the baseline. With the White team scrambling to reorganize, he sprinted back into the paint, weaving between defenders.
He leaped for a layup, but the ball slipped out of his hand mid-air, sailing out of bounds. Gasps filled the area, but Seungkwan remained composed, quickly turning to chase after it.
Recovering the ball just before it crossed the sideline, he pivoted sharply, planting his left foot while his right swung around. With a powerful jump, he launched the ball toward the hoop once again. This time, it swished cleanly through the net.
[Seungkwan scores]
âSeungkwanâs really good,â PD Na commented as Team Red erupted into cheers, their voices echoing across the open field.
The scoreboard updated: 0:4.
âNice!â Luna exclaimed, her voice full of enthusiasm as she clapped.
âYay!â Wonwoo said softly, raising a hand in quiet celebration.
âThe game will end soon,â Woozi remarked, his tone matter-of-fact.
âIâll keep my mouth shut,â Hoshi muttered, a sheepish grin on his face.
âGo score, Mingyu!â Dokyeom called out, his voice filled with encouragement as he clapped his teammate on the back. The two quickly switched positions, with Dokyeom retreating to defend while Mingyu moved into an offensive role.
[Mingyu of Team White also goes in]
All eyes turned to S.Coups as he caught the inbound pass. His dribbling was steady but purposeful as he made his way across the half-court line, his eyes locked on the basket.
âSeungcheol⊠Cheol?â Hoshiâs voice wavered, trailing off as he gulped audibly.
âI get nervous every time I speak,â Hoshi admitted, earning a chuckle from the sideline.
[His heart is about to explode]
âItâs okay,â Luna reassured him, her voice light with amusement.
âI feel so bad for them,â Hoshi said, glancing at the White teamâs frustrated expressions.
âMingyu, break through. Youâre good at it,â Dokyeom encouraged, gesturing for Mingyu to move into position.
Meanwhile, Jeonghan intercepted a pass meant for S.Coups and quickly took possession of the ball. Dribbling in place for a moment, Jeonghan assessed his options, his expression cool and unreadable.
With a sudden burst of speed, he sidestepped Mingyuâs attempted block, his movements smooth and calculated. His shoulder dipped slightly as if to feint a pass, but he held on, cutting through the defense with ease.
Reaching the free-throw line, Jeonghan rose into the air, his form impeccable as he released the ball. The gym went silent as the ball soared toward the basket, spinning perfectly. It hit the backboard and dropped through the hoop with a satisfying swish.
[Jeonghan scores]
âThatâs it! Nice!â Luna cheered, leaping to her feet with her pom-poms in hand.
âA point!â Woozi announced, clapping briefly.
âGood job,â Hoshi said, nodding in approval.
âJeonghan, that was so cool,â Dokyeom added, his tone filled with admiration.
The scoreboard updated: 0:6.
âFive more points and Team Red wins,â Minghao noted, his tone even as he gestured toward the scoreboard.
Seungkwan was back in control of the ball, dribbling confidently as he weaved through Whiteâs defense. He faked a pass to Vernon before pulling up for a mid-range jumper. The ball arced beautifully, hitting nothing but the net.
[Team Red is on a roll]
âNice,â Woozi said with a small smile, his quiet approval carrying weight.
âGood! Weâre almost there!â Luna said, standing again to cheer, her pom-poms shaking enthusiastically.
[Almost home]
âVery nice,â Wonwoo said, raising his hand in a subtle gesture of celebration.
The scoreboard updated: 0:8.
âThree more to go,â Luna said confidently, her gaze shifting toward the court.
âTheyâre on a roll now,â Minghao observed, his tone calm but impressed.
Sensing the pressure, the White team huddled briefly, their expressions serious as they discussed their next play. Mingyu, ever the jokester, decided to shift the mood.
âCan you just be funny and say âniceâ?â he called out, his voice laced with mischief as he turned toward the Red team.
Seungkwan, who was standing near the half-court line, kept his lips tightly pressed together, refusing to take the bait.
âWeâre SEVENTEEN. Whatâs the name of your team?â Mingyu added, his playful smirk widening.
âWe need to cheer up, especially in times like this,â Woozi said, his voice steady as he reminded his teammates to stay focused.
Luna chuckled softly from the sidelines, shaking her head at Mingyuâs antics.
âLetâs make it funny,â Mingyu continued, his persistence unwavering.
âVery nice,â Jeonghan said, his tone calm and deliberate as he tried to steady his teamâs nerves.
âSay âvery niceâ for once,â Mingyu quipped, trying one last time to provoke a reaction.
âIs it our ball or your ball?â he asked, his tone feigning innocence.
Seungkwan didnât respond verbally, instead pointing to himself to indicate that it was Team Redâs ball.
[Our ball]
âTeam White better watch out. Even if you do, youâre at zero,â Minghao reminded, his delivery sharp and matter-of-fact.
Seungkwan held the basketball tightly in his hands, his eyes laser-focused as he surveyed the court. Dino was positioned in front of him, his arms spread wide, his feet shifting rapidly to match Seungkwanâs every move.
Seungkwan feinted to the left, his shoulders dipping subtly as if preparing to drive past Dino. Dino, quick on his feet, mirrored the movement, his body low and centered, ready to block any advancement. But Seungkwan had anticipated this. In an instant, he spun on his pivot foot, his body twisting fluidly as he changed direction, the ball moving seamlessly from his left hand to his right.
Dino lunged, attempting to close the gap, but Seungkwan was already a step ahead. Using his body to shield the ball, Seungkwan shifted his momentum forward, his dribble tight and controlled. As Dino reached out, trying to disrupt the play, Seungkwan expertly bounced the ball behind his back, switching hands and slipping past his defender.
Seungkwanâs gaze darted across the court, spotting Vernon positioned just outside the three-point line, his hands ready. Without breaking stride, Seungkwan executed a crisp chest pass, the ball zipping through the air in a perfect arc.
Vernon caught it effortlessly, his hands absorbing the ballâs momentum. He squared his shoulders to the hoop, his knees bending slightly as he prepared to shoot. And as Vernon released the ball, his shooting form was textbook perfect. The ball spun in a flawless backspin, soaring through the air before swishing cleanly through the net.
[Vernon of Team Red scores]
âChwe Hansol, good job!â Lunaâs voice rang out, her excitement evident as she clapped enthusiastically. âThe game is almost over!â
The scoreboard updated to: 0:10.
âItâs awesome,â Wonwoo said, his soft voice tinged with admiration.
âThe game will end soon,â Woozi observed, his tone calm yet anticipatory.
Hoshi, unable to contain his nervous energy, stood up from his seat, covering his mouth with both hands as he watched the action unfold.
âOne more point,â Luna said, her eyes darting toward Jeonghan, who was now facing Hoshi. Jeonghan, ever the composed strategist, raised a hand and made a subtle âcalm downâ motion, silently reminding Hoshi to stay focused and avoid any accidental slip-ups in English.
[One more and Team Red wins]
Luna approached Hoshi, her expression gentle but firm. She reached out, taking his hand in hers as if to ground him. âHold back,â her gesture seemed to say, her silent encouragement calming his nervous fidgeting.
Back on the court, Seungkwan had regained possession of the ball. He dribbled with purpose, his eyes scanning the court. His gaze landed on Jeonghan, who had positioned himself near the basket, his stance relaxed yet poised for action.
With a swift and calculated move, Seungkwan lobbed the ball toward Jeonghan. The pass was precise, arcing gracefully through the air. Jeonghan caught it smoothly, his hands moving instinctively to secure the ball.
Without hesitation, he turned on his heel, his movements fluid and deliberate. He jumped, his body extending fully as he released the ball with perfect form. They fell silent as the ball soared toward the hoop, spinning in a controlled backspin. It hit the backboard and dropped through the net with a satisfying swish.
âItâs over!â Luna cheered, her voice rising above the noise as the scoreboard updated: 0:12.
Team Red erupted into cheers, their voices a mix of excitement and relief. âItâs over!â Seungkwan exclaimed, his grin wide as he high-fived Vernon and Jeonghan.
The team huddled together, their arms wrapping around each other as they jumped up and down in celebration, their energy infectious.
Meanwhile, Team White sighed collectively, their shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat. Despite their loss, they clapped good-naturedly, their smiles showing they had enjoyed the game.
Luna, unable to contain her excitement, jumped up and down on the bleachers, her pom-poms shaking wildly as she cheered.
âGood job, team!â Jeonghan said, his tone calm but proud.
âIt was amazing,â Hoshi added, his eyes wide as he demonstrated how he had covered his mouth in nervous anticipation. âI was like this the whole time because I felt so bad!â
âGood job. Itâs okay,â Seungkwan reassured him with a pat on the back.
âGood game. We did our best,â Joshua told Mingyu, his tone warm and encouraging.
âIs it over now? No more?â Dokyeom asked, looking around with mock disbelief.
âI guess so,â Mingyu said, his lips forming a pout as he crossed his arms.
[Please drive Mingyu to Jamwon Han River Park]
From her spot on the bleachers, Luna noticed Mingyuâs exaggerated expression. Her face lit up as she skipped toward him, her steps light and playful. âAigo, Gyu-gyu. You did a good job,â she said, her voice sweet as she threw herself into his arms.
Mingyu caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off her feet with a grin. He spun her slightly before placing her back down gently.
âSeungkwan, your dribble,â Dokyeom said, turning to his teammate as the group began gathering near the bleachers.
âIt was crazy,â Seungkwan admitted, shaking his head with a small laugh.
[They haven't played basketball together for a long time]
âSeungkwanâs good,â Jeonghan said, his tone approving.
âHe is. You did great too,â Luna chimed in, her gaze shifting to Jeonghan as she smiled. Jeonghan responded by casually throwing an arm around her shoulders, his demeanor effortlessly cool.
âYouâre good at laying up,â Joshua told Seungkwan, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
âJeonghan and Seungkwan are good,â Minghao noted, his calm voice carrying a hint of pride.
[Satisfactory game]
âHunminjeongeum game is fun,â Jeonghan remarked as they all settled onto the bleachers, their laughter and chatter filling the field.
[Hunminjeongeum basketball is over]
âGood job.â He started, his tone measured and approving. The membersâ attention turned to him immediately, their expressions expectant. âCome forward, please.â
The instruction had them shifting in their seats, exchanging brief glances before standing up one by one. Minghao, ever the calm and observant one, softly encouraged the group as he rose. âPlease come to the front,â he said, gesturing toward the center of the field.
Jun, with his signature wry humor, added as he followed Minghaoâs lead, âNow we can speak English.â
The light remark drew a ripple of laughter from the group as they filed off the bleachers. âNice game,â Mingyu said, his voice warm and genuine as he clapped lightly.
âGood game. Good game,â Joshua added, nodding appreciatively toward his teammates and opponents alike.
As they assembled at the front, facing both the cameras and PD Na, their movements were fluid, their postures reflecting the energy and camaraderie still fresh from the game.
âWell done. For Hunminjeongeum basketball, Team Red won,â PD Na announced, his voice steady but tinged with amusement.
A cheer erupted from Team Redâ Seungkwan, Vernon, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Woozi âpunctuated by exuberant clapping. The rest of the members, joined in the applause, their smiles a mix of pride and acknowledgment.
âWell done, everyone,â Luna chimed in, her tone bright and encouraging as she clapped along, her pom-poms now resting at her sides.
âGood game, Team Red,â Dokyeom said, his voice carrying a blend of sportsmanship and lighthearted banter.
PD Na waited for the applause to settle before adding, âI said thereâs a huge prize.â
That single statement reignited the membersâ energy, their expressions shifting from satisfied to intrigued anticipation.
[Time to meet the huge prize]
âIs it a huge prize? Literally?â Mingyu asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in playful skepticism as he leaned forward, his hands resting on his hips.
âIt is a huge prize,â Wonwoo said, his usually understated demeanor breaking into a soft laugh as his gaze shifted toward the staff members moving at the courtâs edge.
âIt really is a huge prize,â Jun confirmed, his head tilting slightly as he squinted at the approaching figure.
âWhat is that? Itâs huge,â Luna said, her laughter bubbling up as she pointed toward the object being carried in by a staff member.
âWow,â Dino and Seungkwan echoed almost simultaneously, their tones filled with genuine amazement.
âThatâs a really huge prize,â Minghao remarked, his tone flat but his eyes betraying his amusement.
[Prize: Very huge trophy]
A collective gasp rippled through the group as the staff member finally came into full view, revealing an oversized trophy made up of multiple smaller trophies intricately stacked and bolted together. The gleaming monstrosity stood nearly as tall as some of the members, its absurdity matched only by its undeniable presence.
âThatâs huge,â Wonwoo repeated, his tone slightly awed as he adjusted his glasses for a better look.
Seungkwan stepped forward, a mix of pride and incredulity on his face as he reached for the trophy. He gripped it carefully, his muscles tensing as he adjusted to its awkward weight and height.
PD Na chuckled lightly at the sight before addressing the group again. âIâm sorry, but you need to place it at home⊠Take a picture of it and post it on social media.â
The members broke into laughter, their amusement blending seamlessly with their agreement.
âAnyone wants to take it home?â Jeonghan asked, his tone casual as he glanced around, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
After a beat of collective hesitation, they all turned toward Seungkwan, who was still holding the massive trophy.
âLet Seungkwan have it,â Mingyu declared, earning a chorus of nods and murmurs of agreement.
âWeâre giving you this prize, so you can get an even bigger prize. Congratulations,â PD Na concluded, his voice carrying a mix of humor and sincerity.
âThank you!â the members chorused, their voices overlapping as they clapped once more, their spirits high despite the exhaustion lingering from the game.
[Review]
âBefore we wrap up, letâs hear some final thoughts. Anyone want to start?â His gaze naturally shifted to S.Coups, the leader, who stepped forward slightly.
âItâs a shame that itâs over,â S.Coups began, his voice carrying a note of wistfulness, âbut we have âYouth Over Flowersâ.â The mention of the upcoming show made PD Na chuckle knowingly, his amusement was contagious as a few of the members laughed softly.
âThatâs the fact,â Woozi affirmed with his usual matter-of-fact tone, nodding at S.Coups as if sealing the statement with finality.
S.Coups smiled and looked at the camera. âWeâll come back later. Itâs coming. Trust Producer Na and wait.â
The group nodded in unison, their agreement punctuated by light laughter. Dokyeom, always the energetic spark, took this opportunity to speak next. He raised his hand slowly, dramatically, earning curious looks from the rest.
âA round of applause to this hand that picked âYouth Over Flowersâ,â he declared, holding his hand out like a trophy as they erupted into cheers and claps.
[DK played a big role today]
âThe true winner. The true lucky guy,â Dino quipped, giving Dokyeom a hearty pat on the back as the group clapped louder.
Dokyeom, basking in the moment, grinned wide. âI had so much fun today. Weâll have fun again on âYouth Over Flowersâ. Please look forward to it. See you next time!â He waved enthusiastically, his energy infecting the group as a few mimicked his wave.
When Dino stepped forward, his youthful energy matched Dokyeomâs but with a tinge of sincerity. âI had so much fun todayââ
He was abruptly cut off by Mingyu, who couldnât help but laugh as he gestured toward Dinoâs sleeveless basketball jersey. âArenât you cold?â
The members echoed with laughter as Dino glanced at himself and chuckled, clearly unfazed. Meanwhile, the camera panned to the rest of the group, most of whom were wearing long-sleeved shirts under their jerseys or jackets over them.
[Dino likes sleeveless shirts]
âLulu too,â Mingyu added, pointing toward Luna, who was also sleeveless in a red jersey.
The groupâs attention shifted to her, and they broke into laughter again.
âIâm cold even in these. Arenât you two cold?â Woozi asked, tugging at his jacket for emphasis.
âI like the cold,â Luna replied simply, her hair catching the light as a breeze swept through the gym, brushing it back elegantly. The casual grace of her response made the members laugh again, nodding in amused agreement.
[Luna likes the cold]
Jeonghan, standing beside her, shook his head with a fond smile. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began rubbing her arms briskly with his palms to warm her up.
âItâs pretty cold,â Dino admitted, now slightly subdued. He looked around the group, his sincerity returning. âAnyway, it was fun today. I made a lot of good memories with them. It was a meaningful day.â
PD Na glanced around, waiting for someone else to step forward and speak, before pointing at Luna. âOur cheerleader,â he called out, prompting the group tolook at her.
âOur Ice Princess,â S.Coups teased, grinning as Luna scrunched her nose playfully and chuckled.
Luna stepped forward gracefully, adjusting her hair away from her face. âI just want to thank PD Na and the rest of the Game Caterers staff and crew for making us feel welcome and taking care of us,â she began, her voice steady and warm as she addressed both the group and the cameras. âWe had a lot of fun, and I know CARATs will too once they watch this. I am also really excited for âYouth Over Flowersâ, which will be coming soon.â She ended with a bright smile, her sincerity evident.
Seungkwan, still clutching the oversized trophy, decided to finish things off. He stepped forward, holding the trophy like a prized possession.
âThank you for making good memories for us and for CARAT,â he said, his voice earnest and filled with gratitude. âIâm not tired at all. It was so much fun.â
âIt couldnât get any better.â Dokyeom raised two thumbs up.
The members murmured their agreement, nodding as the cameras captured their warm smiles and the camaraderie that radiated from the group.
Mingyu stepped forward, patting S.Coups on the back with a grin. âGo, leader,â he said, his voice playful but encouraging, signaling the leader to take charge of their final team goodbye. S.Coups gave a small nod, straightening up as he prepared to rally the group for their trademark farewell.
âWeâre SEVENTEEN. Say the nameâŠâ S.Coups began, his tone commanding but warm, as he raised his hand in the familiar team gesture.
âSEVENTEEN!â the group chorused, their voices harmonizing as they completed the hand sign together. It was a moment of unity, their energy radiating as they all bowed in unison to the cameras.
âThank you!â the members echoed, their voices overlapping as they began waving enthusiastically to the crew, staff, and cameras.
As if on cue, the chorus of âVery Niceâ burst through the speakers, instantly reigniting the playful atmosphere. Some of the members immediately broke into the iconic choreography, moving to the beat with exaggerated enthusiasm.
['VERY NICE' ending]
[Automatic reaction]
Luna, standing slightly to the side, couldnât help but bounce along to the music, her steps lazy but rhythmic as she swayed in time with the beat. Her movements were lighthearted, her smile growing as she watched the chaos unfold.
Meanwhile, a few of the othersâ like Joshuaâ began revisiting the meme-worthy dance moves he had displayed earlier during the game. Mingyu and Dokyeom gleefully copied his exaggerated arm movements, adding their own flair, as the rest of the group either danced or clapped along.
The chorus of âVery Niceâ reached its peak, the membersâ energy infectious, before the song faded out. As the final notes ended, PD Na leaned forward with a look of amusement in his face.
âThank you,â he said sincerely, his words simple but filled with gratitude.
Another chorus of âThank you!â rang out from the members, accompanied by bows and waves as they expressed their appreciation to the staff and cameras one last time. Their voices mingled with laughter and cheerful goodbyes, the atmosphere light and celebratory as the filming officially came to an end.
[Their quick meet ended]
['Super' Challenge]
[April 27, 2023, SEVENTEEN's comeback week,CJ ENM in Sangam-dong]
The energy at CJ ENM was palpable, the staff bustling as SEVENTEENâs comeback week hit full stride. The dressing room was filled with the faint buzz of conversation and last-minute touch-ups as the members prepared for their upcoming performance of Super.
The room was bathed in a mix of gold and deep blueâ a reflection of the modern hanbok outfits they wore. Each piece was tailored to perfection, embodying a fusion of tradition and modernity.
[They're here for 'Super' Challenge]
Luna stood by the far wall, her back leaning casually against it. She wore a dark blue hanbok-inspired ensemble trimmed with gold accents. The modern twist came through in the short, pleated skirt and fitted bodice, which was adorned with delicate patterns reminiscent of celestial constellations. The sleeves were sheer, billowing lightly at the wrists, adding an ethereal touch to the look.
Jeonghan stood in front of her, one hand braced against the wall just above her head, his posture effortlessly casual. His long hair, framed his face as he leaned closer to speak. His voice was low, carrying a softness that only she could hear, while the corners of his lips curled into a smile. It was a sight that had become second nature to themâ a stolen moment of their own amidst the chaos.
Their private bubble was abruptly pierced by a commotion of greetings from the hallway. A chorus of polite âHello!â and excited murmurs filled the air.
Joshua, ever the observant one, peeked out of the doorway to investigate. His sharp eyes caught sight of PD Na and his crew approaching with their cameras already rolling. Without a word, Joshua turned back into the room and swiftly tapped Jeonghan and Luna on their shoulders, the urgency in his gesture clear.
Jeonghan immediately stepped back, his hand falling to his side as Luna straightened her posture. Their movements were seamless, and practiced. Though their relationship was known to their members, it remained a well-kept secret from the public. They both knew how to switch gears in an instant, their professionalism taking over.
Mingyu and Joshua were the first to step into the hallway, their smiles bright and their bows respectful. âHello,â they greeted warmly.
âI canât do it,â was the first thing PD Na said, his tone tinged with mock defeat. âIâve seen it. Even singers canât do it. How am I going to do it?â
[Whining]
Mingyu clapped wordlessly, his large hands creating a sound that echoed through the hallway, while Joshua chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
[Only the deities can do 'Super' challenge]
One by one, the members began filing out of the dressing room. S.Coups and Dino appeared next, their strides confident but relaxed.
âDid anyone do it?â PD Na asked, his curiosity genuine.
âOnly one⊠Taeyang,â S.Coups replied, his tone matter-of-fact, earning a groan from PD Na.
[Na will be on the same level as Taeyang after this]
As Jun, Woozi, and Hoshi joined the gathering, PD Naâs shoulders slumped dramatically. âIâll look forward to it,â Hoshi said, his tone teasing.
âIt wonât be possible,â PD Na countered, shaking his head before grabbing Hoshiâs hands in genuine desperation. âIsnât there an easy version?â
[Desperate look + Holding hands]
The hallway was now bustling, and most of the members already gathered to watch the challenge unfold. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and anticipation.
âHello!â Luna stepped out next, her presence drawing immediate attentionâ not just because of her striking outfit but also because of the aura she carried. Jeonghan was right behind her, his gaze flickering briefly to ensure she was comfortable before he joined the others.
Jeonghan chuckled, glancing at Hoshi. âHoshi, you should teach him.â
The members collectively moved closer, forming a loose semi-circle around the impromptu dance lesson. Dino leaned against the wall beside Luna, his arms crossed, observing the unfolding scene with a faint smirk. âAre you really going to teach him?â he asked skeptically.
âItâs a challenge, after all,â Hoshi replied with confidence, already rolling up the sleeves of his modern hanbok.
Hoshi stepped into the open space, his movements precise yet relaxed, demonstrating his mastery of the choreography.
He positioned himself, and with a deep breath, began. ââSonoâŠââ Hoshi started, his voice carrying the iconic line from the song âSuperâ as he stepped forward, demonstrating the first move.
PD Na mirrored the movement with hesitant precision, echoing, ââSonoâŠââ His voice cracked slightly, drawing immediate cheers from the members watching.
âOooohhh!â they chorused in unison, their exaggerated enthusiasm filling the hallway. The sound was loud enough to echo, making PD Na freeze mid-step. He turned to glare at the group, his expression caught between annoyance and amusement.
[SEVENTEEN cheers at Yung Suk's dance]
âBe quiet, for goodnessâ sake,â he scolded them, though his tone lacked true bite. âAre you trying to lure people?â
[They're loud enough to draw everyone in the company]
The members erupted into laughter, clapping for him. Luna, resting her weight casually against the wall, grinned but said nothing, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
âAre you sure about this? We should find a way,â Mingyu interjected as they watched Hoshi teach PD Na, his tall frame towering over some of the others as he spoke. âLetâs all stand in a line and let him appear as he shakes.â
[Worried]
âThatâs not a bad idea,â Wonwoo added thoughtfully, his arms folded across his chest.
[Or record each move separately and combine them]
Hoshi raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-step. âShould I record one at a time and edit it out?â he asked, the suggestion tinged with practicality.
âNo. PD Na is a good dancer,â Luna said suddenly, her voice calm yet definitive. She had shifted to lean against the wall, her eyes fixed on the ongoing practice.
âHeâs pretty good at it.â Mingyu chimed in, nodding in agreement.
âLeft hand. Right hand. Gather. Stretch. Bam,â Hoshi instructed as he continued breaking down the choreography. His movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring PD Na could follow. PD Na tried again, his brows furrowed in concentration as he mimicked the steps.
From the sidelines, Wonwoo and S.Coups began shadowing the moves, their bodies swaying slightly as they followed Hoshiâs lead.
It wasnât long before PD Na sighed, breaking the rhythm. âI wonât be able to memorize it,â he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation.
âBut⊠you look like you can do it,â Joshua said encouragingly, earning a burst of laughter from PD Na.
âThe song is too fast,â Wonwoo chuckled sympathetically, his tone almost apologetic.
âThereâs a slow version, right?â Hoshi asked, glancing at the group as he paused to consider how to make things easier.
âReally?â PD Na perked up, hope flashing across his face. âLetâs use that. You shouldâve told me earlier.â
[Smiling]
âThatâs the happiest Iâve seen him today,â Luna deadpanned, her chin now resting lightly on Dinoâs shoulder as she watched the scene unfold. Her dry remark sent another ripple of laughter through the group.
âYou can fast forward it later,â PD Na quipped, shaking his head but smiling nonetheless.
[He sees hope in 'Super' Challenge]
The group soon realized that their activity was drawing attention in the busy hallway. With SEVENTEEN members, their staff, and PD Na all gathered together, they were occupying an inconvenient amount of space. One of the managers gestured for them to move inside, and the group began filing back into their dressing room.
The room was bustling with energy as they entered, with costumes and makeup tools scattered around, and water bottles and snacks sitting on the tables. The warm, slightly chaotic environment made the transition seamless.
Once inside, the members naturally dispersed into smaller groups. Some settled into chairs, a few stood near the mirrors fixing their outfits, while others lingered near the snack table. Luna found a seat beside Mingyu at the long table where they often sat to eat or rest. She pulled out her phone, her attention immediately consumed by something on her screen. Mingyu, meanwhile, sat with a plate of food in front of him, chewing as he observed the ongoing commotion with quiet amusement.
In the center of the room, Hoshi stood ready to resume the lesson, his energy unflagging. PD Na stood opposite him, looking slightly frazzled but game to continue.
âLook at Mingyuâs face. He has no faith in me,â PD Na suddenly said, pointing toward Mingyu. His tone was half-serious, half-teasing, and it immediately drew laughter from the room.
Mingyu, mid-bite, glanced up at the accusation. His chewing slowed, and he raised an eyebrow in mock offense.
[Eating]
Jeonghan, standing nearby, chimed in teasingly, âThatâs disappointing.â He gestured toward Mingyu, his expression feigning disapproval.
âYou look mean,â Mingyu shot back at Jeonghan, his words slightly muffled by the food in his mouth. He paused, then continued with exaggerated seriousness, âJeonghan is smiling, but he has a bad intention behind his smile.â
The observation earned a laugh from Jeonghan, who couldnât help the mischievous glint in his eye. His shoulders shook as he leaned back, clearly amused.
PD Na shifted his gaze, suddenly aware of the time crunch. âWhen does M Countdown begin?â he asked, his tone shifting to something more urgent.
âThey have to be on standby in five,â one of the staff members answered promptly.
PD Na pulled out his phone, checking the time for himself. âWe only have five minutes left,â he muttered, his expression growing slightly panicked.
Realizing the need to hurry, Hoshi and Jeonghan wordlessly teamed up, their natural camaraderie making the transition seamless. Hoshi gestured for PD Na to watch closely as he demonstrated the move again.
ââI feel like Sonogongâ,â Jeonghan and Hoshi sang the first line of the chorus of âSuperâ, his movements sharp and fluid. Jeonghan immediately mirrored him, harmonizing the line in perfect sync. Together, they moved through the choreography, their voices blending as they repeated the steps. âLeft hand. Right hand. Gather. Stretch. Bam.â
PD Na mimicked their moves with increasing confidence, though his motions lacked the precision of the two seasoned performers. âOne more time,â Hoshi said, his tone patient but firm.
They repeated the sequence, with Jeonghan stepping in closer to correct PD Naâs posture, while Hoshi slowed the tempo slightly to make it easier.
From the sidelines, S.Coups burst into laughter. He clapped his hands together, his body doubling over as he leaned into Luna and Mingyu, wrapping an arm around each of them for support.
âI canât believe it works,â Dino commented from where he stood, his voice tinged with surprise.
âGood. Good,â S.Coups chuckled, still draped over Luna and Mingyu, his amusement infectious.
Just as the atmosphere hit its peak, one of the SEVENTEEN staff members entered the room, their voice cutting through the chatter. âVocal team, standby!â they announced, their tone brisk and authoritative.
[Vocal Team has to go]
The mention of standby immediately set the vocal unit into motion. Joshua, Woozi, Seungkwan, Dokyeom, Jeonghan, and Luna moved toward the door with practiced efficiency, their casual demeanor never betraying the professionalism they exuded on stage.
[Time is getting near]
Dokyeom turned back just before leaving, offering a warm smile and a quick, âGood luck,â to PD Na. Jeonghan and Luna both paused to bow politely in his direction, their gestures respectful yet swift.
âFighting!â Luna added her voice light but encouraging as she stepped out alongside the others. The door closed behind them, leaving the rest of the group to resume their antics inside.
[They're running out of time]
[They proceed before other teams go]
The group transitioned smoothly to the next segment of filmingâ the dance challenge.
SEVENTEENâs staff was already setting up, a camera in hand, adjusting its angle to focus on PD Na, who stood at the forefront with Hoshi and Vernon. The rest of the members lingered toward the back, casually chatting and watching the preparations unfold. The room buzzed with anticipation, the energy lively but focused.
The camera operator stepped into position, holding the lens steady in front of PD Na. âHere we go. Producer Na, smile please,â the staff member directed cheerfully, their tone lighthearted yet professional. PD Naâs lips twitched into a nervous, awkward smile that immediately drew quiet laughter from the observing members.
[His debut is near]
[The original 'Super' challenge video]
âOh, this is so much fun. Iâm so happy,â PD Na muttered dryly, his tone dripping with sarcasm, which only made the group laugh harder.
Hoshi, ever the performer, clapped his hands together once. âOkay. Weâre ready,â he announced confidently, his enthusiasm practically infectious.
From the back of the room, Mingyuâs voice cut through the chatter, a touch of playful encouragement in his tone. âLetâs go,â he said, his eyes on the small group preparing to dance.
The camera operator gave the signal, and the recording began. The room fell silent except for the faint sound of the music cueing up in the background. The slowed version of âSuperâ started to play, the opening beats recognizable and immediately captivating.
ââI feel like Sonogong,ââ Hoshi sang softly in sync with the music, his voice steady as he led the opening line. He immediately transitioned into the dance, his movements sharp but slowed for PD Na to follow. âLeft hand. Right hand. Gather. Stretch. Bam,â Hoshi directed patiently, his voice clear as he guided each step. Vernon mirrored Hoshiâs movements, his casual energy balancing Hoshiâs intensity, while PD Na tried his best to keep up. His steps were a bit offbeat, but the earnest effort was enough to keep the room entertained.
[Even you can do 'Super' challenge]
From the back, the other members watched with amusement, their faces alight with pride and humor as PD Na fumbled through the steps. Dino and Seungkwan exchanged grins, while S.Coups subtly mimicked the dance in his spot, his movements exaggerated for comedic effect. The playful energy radiating from the group was infectious.
As the song reached its conclusion, Hoshi called out, âEveryone, gather for the ending.â His voice carried over the music, and the rest of the members jumped into action, stepping into the frame with practiced ease. They surrounded PD Na, forming a loose circle as they struck playful poses, waving and smiling toward the camera.
âBye!â they all chorused, their voices overlapping as they waved enthusiastically. The final shot captured their bright expressions, the harmony of their personalities blending seamlessly into a single moment of lighthearted fun.
[Nice wrap up]
When the camera stopped rolling, applause erupted from the group. The members clapped for PD Na, their cheers loud and encouraging. The producer grinned sheepishly, clearly relieved that the challenge had concluded successfully.
âIâll be out of town for a while,â PD Na said, straightening up and adjusting his jacket. âCall me when youâre done performing. Bye now.â He waved as he turned to leave, the members bidding him farewell with warm smiles and cheerful gestures.
['Super' Challenge is over]
As the door closed behind him, the room seemed to exhale collectively, the energy shifting back into a more relaxed rhythm as the group prepared for the next activity.
[Let's meet again one day]
[The Game Caterers]
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His Good Kitten
Pairing â Yoon Jeonghan x afab!Reader
Summary â It wasn't planned that you had to stay back while Jeonghan flew out of country for a schedule. While understandable, you weren't all that pleased with your boyfriend upon coming back home...
Genre â smut, established relationship, idol!au, hybrid!au
Warnings â penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe babes), heavy makeout session, tell me if i missed sumn
Word Count â 1.7k
A/N â @svtiddiess It's finished wifey!!
Rating â nsfw
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©soo0hee on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
When Jeonghan had left for Berlin to attend the Saint Laurent Fashion Show, he had left his very disgruntled Cat hybrid behind in Seoul to stay with his members.
On a normal schedule, he probably would have taken you with him, you were after all not just his Hybrid, but his girlfriend too, but this time was different. Not that he wanted to leave you behind, no that wasnât it at all. It was more an issue with the Airline that had told him the seats were fully booked and that humans had a higher priority then Hybrids had.
HE had been pissed when the Company had told him that but there was nothing he could have done. His flight was full and you would stay home for a few days while he was almost 15 flight hours away.
This wasnât up for debate in any way and so he had kissed you goodbye, ignoring the irritated twitch of your fuzzy black ear on top of your head and whining about how unfair it was and that he should just stay home with you.
The screaming of his fans had been like music to his ears, waving happily at the European carats that for once had the luck of at least seeing 1 member of Seventeen in their country.
The vocalist was still glad once he was back inside the aircraft on the way home.
The members, especially Seungcheol and Joshua, had dropped by his apartment, bringing his kitten food and keeping you company throughout his days in Germany to keep him updated on how you were doing. And so he knew that you were sulking big time.
You loved his members, always having fun with them whenever you were hanging out but this time, you were not exactly sunshine and flowers about that.
He also didnât know what to expect when he got home but he was not surprised that instead of basically running him over upon entering their home, he was being ignored. Finding you in front of the TV, napping on your special fluffy bean bag while some Drama was running for background noise, he had dropped his bags on the couch to put away later.
You had not even twitched with your tail at his presence.
It had greatly amused him even now, days later was he rather amused at your behavior.
While it would seem like you were truly mad at him to others, he knew the truth. Knew that behind all the petty hissing, annoyed tail flicking, rolling eyes and typical cat behaviors that came with your instincts as a feline hybrid, there was a lonely kitten, waiting for her loved one to come back to her and end her misery.
Yes, the broken vase from the kitchen table or the scratch on his arm were minor inconveniences but nothing he couldnât handle and certainly nothing that could make him love you any less.
What he did not find funny was the ignoring of his affections. Cuddling was not allowed, kisses strictly forbidden and hand holding had earned him a nasty hiss the first day he had been back.
That had all been very much nit to his liking but acceptable for him.
However now, he was staring down at the bleeding gash on the inside of his arms and that was had his jaw tense. The pain itself was bearable and while stinging, nothing to the pain his various injuries as an idol had brought him.
Judging by the wide, horrified eyes he was staring into right now, you were just as shocked as he was. The well kept manicured claws on your fingers were pressed to your chest, almost like you were hugging yourself away from him and trying to hide.
âIâ Iâm sorry Hannie! I wasnâtâ I didnât want to, but I wasâ and you, you were just laughing and Iââ you stammered out, tears already filling those beautiful eyes he loved so much and had the situation been different, he would have pulled you into his arms already. But right now, hugging you was the last thing on his mind. Instead he was glaring harshly at you and in the back of his mind the little voice yelled at him for making you flinch and back up a step or two.
âJeonghannie Iââ your high pitched panicked voice fell on silent ears, and nervously you stared at the hand he held up to stop your rambling and get you to listen to him for once.
Harsher then he had ever spoken to you he growled out a forced quiet, âQuiet.â
Jeonghan turned his arm a bit to get a better view on the damage your claws had done to his skin before looking back up.
âYou know, I get being angry I really do. But this time you went to far? Why are you being such a brat about something I, the company nor you had any influence in? Itâs not like I made you stay back because I didnât want you there, but right now I really donât want to see your face!â
The second the words had left his lips Jeonghan already wanted to take them back. He watched the tears spilling over while you whirled around just to escape into your own room. A room you rarely ever used and that had probably so much dust collecting on the surfaces that you could draw on them.
You didnât come out until late in the night. To busy sulking you had curled up on your bed, the missing scent of your boyfriend frustrating you to no end.
You hadnât truly been mad at Jeonghan. His reaction to his bleeding arm more then understandable and even if you didnât like admitting it, deserved. That didnât mean that his words about not wanting to see you didnât hurt.
The noises Jeonghan made while getting ready for bed could be heard even through the door and when they stopped entirely, you knew that he was deeply buried into your shared blankets.
You huffed, missing his warm embrace as you sat in the dark of your room. The LED clock on the bedside table being the only source of light.
0:34 am
Crawling down from the mattress you moved towards the door. The hallway was dark just like you had thought and the only sound your sensitive ears could make out was the humming of the AC.
Your boyfriend didnât move an inch when you opened the door, pretending to be asleep until you had gotten comfortable under the blanket while clinging onto his back.
âHey kitten.â He hummed with his eyes closed.
âHeyâŠâ you whispered back, face hiding in the back of his shirt.
âYou know that I didnât mean to yell at you, right?â
This time it was your turn to hum at him.
âAnd that you will only ever be my good girl, right?â
Jeonghan turned around just to be met with loud purring rumbling from your throat and mouth pressed to his. Lips forcefully claiming his own in a way to try and get him to submit to your will. Jeonghan didnât budge for a second, hand coming up to hold your face and tilt it away to look at you.
âHanniiieâŠâ you whined, pleading for him to do something about the heat building in between your legs. Being called his good girl had always had that affect. [Eunha I donât want to hear a thing!]
âWhatâs wrong darling girl? Hm? Got something to say?â he teased lazily and bit his lip.
âNeed you. Missed youâ It wasnât a lie. You did miss his company over the last few days and right now, all you wanted was for Jeonghan to show your where your belonged and if that meant to be stuffed full, dripping cum and tears of pleasure running down your face.
âOh you missed me? Well we canât have that, do we now? Any idea what we could do about it?â
Your ear twitched when you felt his fingers wander further south.
âPlay with me, pleaseâŠâ you sighed and Jeonghan chuckled.
âOh gladly!â
He rolled on top of you and in between your legs, catching your wandering hands with his and held them together above your head.
âLet me make it up to you baby.â The vocalist whispered gently. You shivered at the husky tone, knees parted and tail swishing around, excitedly thumping against the soft mattress of the bed in anticipation of what was to come.
Jeonghan, just as impatient as you were almost ripped through the fabric of your clothes until you were stark naked before stripping himself. Hard cock pressing against your dripping cunt causing you both to moan at the friction.
He aligned himself with your hole, pushing in without further ado and enjoying the tight heat around his cock.
âPlease Han, fuck me!â
Jeonghan didnât let himself be told twice. Knowing that you could take it when he was rough he started a thrusting, finding a fast and hard rhythm that left you breathless.
âSuch a good girl, taking me so well and sounding so cute all whiney for me to fuck her.â His voice went right to your head, clenching down and causing the man to groan as he got closer to cumming along with you.
âCan I cum? Please let me cumâŠâ
âCum with me, kitten!â
Your eyes rolled back as you felt Jeonghan spill his seed inside you, lips mouthing down your throat, nipping on the sweaty skin hard enough for you to know that he would leave bruises.
You came down from your high, only now noticing that you had worked Jeonghanâs back over with your claws.
âSorry.â You mock gasped at him. Jeonghan snickered, knowing that you werenât sorry in the slightest before fully laying down on top of you.
âLiar.â
âBut you love it.â You purred playfully.
âThat I do. I love you.â
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đđđđ: yoon joenghan x f.reader
âł Watching your âbest friendâ marry your ex is heart breaking. At least Jeonghan is by your side. Heâs the only one who could make you feel less heartbroken.
đ đđ§đ«đ: friends to lovers, non idol au
đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 3.4k
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: so much fluff, angst, mutual pining, theyâre both head over heels for each other, smut warning below the cut.
an: this was inspired by the song understand by keshi. Thank you @whimsical-whatever for helping me with this story.
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: Unprotected sex (the mc is on birth control), body worship, cum play, creampie, oral, shower sex, fingering, light choking, jeonghan is fascinated with the mc neck, nicknamed: (hers) honey, baby
It was your best friend's wedding and you sat at a table in the corner with a glass of champagne in your hand as you watched her dance with her new husband. You couldnât help but feel quite awkward even attending this wedding. The man your best friend was marrying was your ex boyfriend that you dated for three years. Somehow you had managed to stay friends even though it made you sick to your stomach seeing them together.
Walking across the ballroom as the song finished playing you were quickly stopped by your best friend grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor. It took everything to not pull your hand away and take off running. You didnât want to be at this wedding and you sure as hell didnât want to pretend that you were having a great time.
âCome dance with us,â she said, attempting to pull you onto the dance floor where her new husband was and all the bridesmaids.
âIâm gonna go get more alcohol,â you said before downing what was left of your champagne. You needed something stronger if you were going to survive tonight.
âYou better dance with me before the night is over,â the bride said before dancing away.
You closed your eyes tightly and reluctantly saying, âokay.â
Turning on your heels you rolled your eyes and headed straight towards the bar. You werenât even sure why you agreed to come to this wedding. Your best friend and new husband were quite aware of how uncomfortable their relationship made you feel.
Standing at the bar you found a man ordering a drink. He was a familiar face, and close friend that you were hoping could distract you. You were quite shocked to see him standing at the bar alone. At any event he always seemed to have some women falling at his feet.
âI need a real drink,â you sighed leaning against the bar.
âI canât believe you even showed up,â Jeonghan said leaning against the bar with you. He looked absolutely handsome in a suit just like he always does.
You couldnât help but roll your eyes again, âshe begged me to come. She said she couldnât get married without her best friend being here.â
You could vividly remember your best friend coming straight to your apartment after he proposed to her. They had only been dating a year and three months before he got down on one knee. Seeing the huge rock your best friend had on her ring finger made you feel like you had wasted three years of your life on the man that was going to marry your best friend.
âItâs safe to say at this point I would rather light myself on fire than be here,â you said, reaching over and grabbing the glass that was sitting in front of Jeonghan.
He smirked as he watched you standing next to him down the drink that just sat in front of him. He couldnât help but let his dark eyes travel up and down your soft body. You're wearing a stunning blue dress that hugged your curves perfectly.
âYou know everyone thinks sheâs a terrible person for what she did to you,â Jeonghan said looking over at the bride who was dancing awkwardly with her new husband.
âMaybe something was wrong with me,â you said wondering why you weren't enough. You're the exact opposite of your best friend and you thought maybe you just werenât enough for him. Maybe he wanted someone prettier like your best friend or someone is small and skinny.
âOr maybe you were just too good for him,â Jeonghan said, causing you to smile.
âWhereâs Joshua?â You asked, attempting to change the subject.
âHe flew home to see his parents. Also he said he wasnât a fan of the lovely couple anymore after what they did to you.â From the moment Joshua found out about the bride and groom's engagement he practically stopped being friends with them. He took your side instantly and told you shouldnât attend this wedding. You arenât shocked heâs not here. You didnât think Jeonghan would come. Youâre shocked to see him here.
âYou know I would have also skipped this and left for my business trip tonight but I hated the thought of you being here sad and not having anyone.â
âLucky him he got to skip this wedding. You could have also skipped it. I would have been okay,â you said trying to not sound sad about his statement.
âI wanted to make sure I got to say a proper goodbye to you.â Jeonghan has a feeling his business trip was going to be a lot longer than a month and he couldnât leave knowing you had to attend this wedding alone. âWould you dance with me?â Jeonghan asked, holding his hand out. This must be his attempt to change the subject.
You took your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly nodded. You reached out and took his hand as he led you to the dance floor. The band had switched it up from a fast tempo swing song to a slower song. Looking around you watched as boys and girls coupled up across the dance floor. You and Jeonghan have been friends most of your lives but they never danced or did anything romantic together. Back in the day when you were in college when Joshua and Jeonghan frat had a dance you actually went with Joshua not Jeonghan. You had gone most of your life having a crush on the man youâre dancing with. Jeonghan was the definition of a ladies man and constantly had ladies dying to go out with him. You couldnât help but wonder where his date was for the wedding.
âJeonghan, who did you bring tonight?â You asked wondering if you knew his date.
Resting his hands on your soft hips he pulled you closer to him and signaled for you to put your arms around his shoulders. He gave you that signature Yoon Jeonghan smirk that seemed to make all the girls melt as he stared into your eyes.
âI didnât bring a date,â he simply stated.
You pushed your eyebrows together and gave him a confused look, it was rare Jeonghan ever went to an event without a date. âThatâs odd,â you said with a little laugh as you swayed to the beat of the music. He didnât say anything, Jeonghan just gave you a smile and pulled you slightly closer to his body. You swayed to the beat of the slow song the band was playing.
âI should have asked you to dance long before now,â he said softly.
âI was hiding in a corner not many people knew where I was,â you let out a soft little laugh.
He shook his head and said, âIâm saying I should have taken you out on a proper date.â His words caught you off guard. âI shouldnât have waited until the night of your asshole exâs wedding. And the night before Iâm leaving for at least a month.â You blankly stared at him just confused by what he was saying to you. You have always had a crush on Jeonghan for most of your life, but you didnât think in a million years he would ever return your feelings. Heâs always been the talk around town with all the girls. Heâs charming and oh so handsome. He could have any girl he could possibly ever want. Youâre confused as to why he would want you.
âWhy would you ask me out?â You asked speaking up for the first time.
âBecause youâre pretty and funny and why wouldnât I?â He stopped dancing and reached down and grabbed your hand. Lacing your fingers together he led you out of the ballroom where everyone was still dancing and you headed out to the balcony.
You stood outside in the crisp night air. You silently stared at him, not even sure what was going on. You weren't sure if this was all a nightmare for the fact you were at your best friend's wedding where the man she was marrying was your ex boyfriend or if it was a dream based on the fact Jeonghan just admitted he wished heâd taken you out on a proper date.
âHoney I like you, I have for a while,â he stated. Your eyes grew wide, shocked by his words. âYou were so torn up by that asshole in there I didnât know what to do.â
âYou literally leave tomorrow for a month-long business trip,â you sighed. You weren't even going to get a chance with him before he was gone for a whole month, maybe even more.
âIâll be back soon,â he whispered.
âWhat if they ask you to move there for your job?â You asked the one question that terrified you. Jeonghan worked for a big tech company and they were opening a new branch in Tokyo and they asked Jeonghan to help run it as they opened.
He dropped his head and looked at his feet. He had thought about that quite a bit.
âIâm going to come back and when I do. Iâm going to take you on a proper date,â he placed his free hand under your chin and slowly tilted it up so you were looking right into his beautiful dark eye.
âDo you promise?â You asked, causing him to smile.
âYes,â he nodded his head. âAnd if they ask me to stay longer Iâll fly you out to Tokyo. We can even try to do long distance.â
You hate the idea of long distance but you would do it in a heartbeat for him. âOkay.â
âHoney, can I kiss you?â he asked. Youâve always loved when heâs called you honey. He says he calls you it because youâre always so sweet to him. You didnât say anything, you just nodded. You couldnât lie, you dreamed about kissing Jeonghan since your early teenage years. Jeonghan and Joshua have been some of the only people who have constantly been in your life. His strong hand went from under your chin to resting on your cheek as he softly pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into his lips enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. Pulling away he gave you that heart melting smirk. âThatâs to be continued.â
You nodded and whispered, âto be continued.â
The two of you walked back inside to find the dancing had picked up again. At this point you had no desire to be at this wedding. You asked Jeonghan to wait by the door while you went and said goodbye to your best friend. Walking back to Jeonghan you asked him to walk you home. You walked hand in hand down the streets of the city until they arrived at your home.
Standing on the steps in front of your apartment you couldnât help but smile as you looked at Jeonghan. You didnât think you would ever get over how good he looked in a suit. His hands were in his pockets as he smirked at you. You couldnât lie, you desperately wanted to spend the night with him.
âI want to invite you up,â you sighed.
âHoney, how much I would love to, why donât we wait until I get back.â He reached up and rested his hand on your cheek. âYou arenât the type of girl to invite a guy upstairs before even the first date and I would love to do nothing more than go upstairs, but I need to take you out on a proper date.â His sweet words caused you to smile.
âJeonghan, I don't want to wait until a proper date. I donât want to wait a month or possibly more to finally be with you.â Heâs silent for a moment as if heâs trying to figure out what to say.
âAre you sure?â
You donât say anything, you just crash your lips into his. Your first kiss with Jeonghan is everything youâve always imagined it would be.
He pulls away from you smiling, âletâs go up stairs.â
Walking inside your apartment you set out your heels and set your bag down. You can feel Jeonghan's eyes burning into you as he steps out of his shoes.
âI need to take my makeup off and change. I donât want to be reminded of this wedding anymore.â You sigh.
âWhy donât you take a shower?â He asked.
You can play this one of two ways and you decide itâs time to be bold. Biting your bottom lip you muster up some confidence before saying, âwill you join me?â
âAbsolutely,â he smiles.
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Standing under the warm water you watch him slowly join you in the shower. Heâs so pretty heâs absolutely breathtaking. Neither of you say anything for a long moment, you just take in sight of both your naked bodies.
âIâve dreamed of seeing you like this,â he says, breaking the silence. He steps closer to you resting his hand on the side of your neck. âShau always gives me shit for not telling you how I felt.â
âI know you like me now,â reaching out resting your hand on his chest. âAre you going to show me how much you like me?â
âIs that what you want honey?â He leans forward so his forehead is resting against yours. âYou want me to show you how pretty I think you are? And how badly I want you?â
âPlease.â
Leaning in, he crashed his lips into yours for a heated kiss. His hand doesnât leave your neck as your lips move together. Your finger tangled into his long blonde hair holding him close to you. You can feel his hardened length pressing against your stomach.
Pulling away you smile at him. If youâre only going to have one night, before you go possibly months not see him you want to make the most of it. You want to give him everything.
âI want you,â you say, stepping back.
âYou can have me,â he says.
You drop down to your knees in front of him. He looks down at you with lust filled eyes. âThis sight I never want to forget,â he pulls your hair away from your face.
You take his hardened length in your hands and slowly start to pump, feeling him growing even harder. You give kitten licks to his sensitive head. Looking up at him through your lash you see the intoxicating sight of him biting his lip holding back a moan. Hollowing your cheeks you take him in your mouth. One hand rests on his thigh to steady yourself.
You can tell heâs trying to show restraint allowing you to control whatâs happening.
âFuck- youâre good at this-â he moans.
Releasing him with a pop you look at him and smile before slowly licking his sensitive slit that is already leaking salty precum. You take him in your mouth once again. This time he hits the back of your throat almost triggering your gag reflex.
âBaby I donât want to blow in your mouth our first time,â he tugs on your hair gently. Sitting back on your hunches you look up at him trying to look innocent. âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he sighs. He reached down, helping you stand up.
His lips crash into yours for a searing kiss. He moves you backwards with zero effort. Your back is against the cold tile wall. His hands are everywhere he can reach, before his long fingers slip through your wet folds. The moment his finger brushes your sensitive clit you instantly gasp. His other hand rests on your neck. You realize that this man has a fascination with your neck, but you wonât complain though.
âYouâre so pretty.â He whispers with his lips against your jaw. âIs our first time together going to be in this shower?â
âGod I want it to,â you sigh as his finger plays with your clit. His slender fingers know just the right way to touch you. Your body feels like a live wire.
âDo I need to get a condom?â His hands never leave your body.
âNo, I'm on birth control and Iâm clean. Iâve never had sex without a condom.â You sigh. You know you should probably ask him to get a condom but you donât trust anyone more in this world then Yoon Jeonghan.
âCan I fuck you raw in the shower?â His lips brush against yours.
âPlease.â You would beg this man for anything.
âI need you to come on my fingers and then you can come on my cock,â his finger dipped down inside you. His palm works against your sensitive clit while he pumps two fingers in and out of you.
âFuck-â you whimper. The coil in your stomach is tightening as you feel like youâre on the brink of falling apart.
âHoney, just come for me,â his hand on your throat adds a little bit of pressure pushing you over the edge. A white hot wave washes over you as you moan his name loudly.
Cleaning your eyes, your head rests back against the tile as you try to catch your breath. He slowly removes his fingers from your wet core. Bringing them up to his lips he licks them clean.
âGod youâre beautiful when you come,â he smiles before pressing his lips to yours for another heated kiss.
âI need you to trust me,â he says, taking your hand. âTurn around and press your chest against the wall.â You donât even question his request, you just do what he asks. The cold tile against your hardened nipples makes you gasp. His hand kneads the flesh of your ass while running his length between your folds. âAre you ready?â
âYes,â you moan as his bulbous head nudges your clit.
One hand grips your hip as he pushes into you. This thrust are slow but deep. This angle has him hitting the deepest parts. Your cheek rest against the tile trying to ground yourself as Jeonghan fucks you. You can only moan his name as he repeatedly brushes your g spot.
Reaching between your legs you rub your clit knowing that you are desperately close to falling apart.
âFuck youâre tight,â he moans. âHow am I supposed to go to Tokyo for a month after knowing what itâs like to be inside you?â
âJeonghan-â you canât think of anything other than his name. âIâm- clo-closeâ you moan.
âWhere can I finish?â He asked.
âInside-â
âBaby please come-â
âClose-â you whine.
He picks up his pace desperately trying to push you over the edge. His fingers are digging into your hips. You have a feeling he might be leaving bruises. Youâll look at them as a reminder of what unfolds tonight. This time when your orgasm hits you itâs the hardest you have ever came. You feel like youâre on the edge of blacking out. Your eyes practically roll back in your head as your walls contact. Jeonghan falls apart right behind you moaning your name. He paints thick white ropes inside you. Slowly he pulls out watching as his cum slowly drips out of you while youâre still leaning against the wall. Standing there for a moment taking in the site if you before he grabs a washcloth and cleans up the mess he made.
He helps you turn around so your back is resting against the wall. The smile on his face makes you smile as well.
âI canât wait till Iâm home and I just get to constantly be with you.â
Jeonghan aftercare consisted of him washing your hair and taking the time to fully clean your body before he pulls you to bed. He spent the entire night holding you and kissing you. You have one last round together where he makes slow passionate love to you promising heâll be back soon.
When morning comes you drive him to the airport and say your goodbyes for now. You know that you may not get to be fully together right now, but you know that being fully with Jeonghan is what the future holds for you.
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Hey girlyyyy~ I want to tell you that I love you and your work mwah! đ
Can we have jeonghan hurt + fluff prompt 47. Be it like a mafia one where he has to make a choice between you or his girl best friend (who he loves dearly)
I'll like seriously cry if U do
the choices we live with
pairing: jeonghan x f!reader | wc: 1.0k prompt: "You have to make a choice" au: mafia au | warnings: blood, injury a/n: hello anon! thank you for the kind words! i did take this in a bit of a diff direction because this is the idea i had but i hope you love it nonetheless <333
Jeonghan stumbled into your apartment just after midnight, the door creaking open with its familiar groan. The sound jolted you upright on the couch, where youâd dozed off hours ago, waiting. You knew it was him before you even turned aroundâthe shuffle of his uneven footsteps, the faint metallic scent of blood carried in the cold night air.
âJeonghan?â Your voice cracked, half dread, half relief.
He leaned against the doorframe, a crooked smirk on his bloodied face, but even that couldnât mask how pale he looked. His once-pristine suit was torn, dark crimson staining the fabric. His hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat and streaked with more red.
âMiss me, sweetheart?â His words were light, but his voice was hoarse.
âJesus Christ,â you whispered, rushing to his side. You grabbed his arm and looped it over your shoulder, guiding his staggering form inside. He didnât resist, but his weight against you was heavy, his body trembling slightly.
âYouâre going to ruin my couch,â you muttered as you eased him down.
âNot the first time,â he rasped, trying to laugh, but it dissolved into a pained grunt.
You shot him a sharp glare, the concern in your eyes warring with anger. âStay here. Donât move.â
He saluted weakly, his bloodied fingers smearing against his temple. You hated how calm he looked, as if this was just another night in a long line of disasters.
Your hands shook as you rummaged through the first aid kit in the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Bandages, antiseptic, gauzeâit was all second nature now, like muscle memory. You had patched him up so many times before. Too many.
Returning to the living room, you knelt in front of him. He tilted his head lazily, watching you with a soft, unreadable gaze.
âYou donât have toââ
âShut up,â you snapped, dabbing at the deep gash above his eyebrow. âYouâre bleeding everywhere.â
He winced but didnât pull away. âCareful. Iâd hate to lose this face.â
âMaybe if you stopped throwing yourself into fights, you wouldnât have to worry about it.â
The words came out harsher than you intended, but you didnât apologize. The anger bubbling in your chest felt safer than the fear threatening to swallow you whole.
âThis is the twelfth time this year, Jeonghan.â
âIs it?â He quirked a brow, wincing as you pressed a clean cloth to the wound. âI stopped counting at six.â
Your hand froze, the cloth hovering just above his skin. âThis isnât a joke.â
âI know itâs not.â His voice softened, the smirk slipping from his face.
âThen why do you keep doing this?â You leaned back on your heels, throwing the bloodied cloth onto the coffee table. âWhy do you keep risking your life like this?â
He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. âYou know why.â
You did. That was the worst part. Jeonghan wasnât just some low-level enforcer or a man who stumbled into the wrong crowd. He was Seungcheolâs second in command, the calm and calculating right hand to the man who ruled the underground with an iron fist. Jeonghan had earned his place by being as ruthless as he was loyal, and Seungcheol trusted him to handle the dirtiest, bloodiest parts of the job.
But where did that leave you?
âI didnât ask for this,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI didnât sign up to be the one waiting at home while you play the martyr for Seungcheol.â
âSweetheart, itâs notââ
âDonât,â you snapped. âDonât tell me itâs not like that. I know what you do for him. I know what it costs you.â
His silence was deafening.
âYou have to make a choice.â The words came out steadier than you expected, but they landed heavy between you.
âWhat?â
âI canât do this anymore.â You stood abruptly, the sudden motion making his head lift. âItâs me or him, Jeonghan. Your loyalty to Seungcheol or your loyalty to me. I wonât keep doing this. I wonât keep watching you destroy yourself.â
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Blood smeared across his fingertips as he ran a hand through his hair. âItâs not that simple.â
âIt is that simple.â You crossed your arms over your chest, desperate to hold yourself together. âYou just donât want to make the choice.â
His jaw clenched, the tension in his body palpable. You wondered, for a brief moment, if he would fight you on this. If heâd lash out or argue or do something, anything, to prove he cared enough to stay.
But instead, he exhaled slowly and leaned back against the couch. His lips curled into a faint, bitter smile.
âAlright, sweetheart. Calm down,â he murmured, reaching out to tug gently at your wrist. His touch was warm, grounding, even as it made your heart ache. âYouâve had a long night. Letâs talk about this in the morning.â
âJeonghanââ
âPlease,â he interrupted, his voice softer now. âCome to bed. Just for tonight.â
Against your better judgment, you let him guide you to the bedroom. He slid into bed beside you, his arm draping over your waist as if nothing had changed. The scent of blood and smoke lingered faintly on him, but you ignored it, too tired to fight anymore.
For the first time in hours, you let yourself close your eyes, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing.
When you woke, the bed was cold.
The space beside you was empty, the sheets neatly pulled back as if he had never been there at all.
Panic settled into your chest as you sat up, your eyes darting around the room. You called his name once, then again, but the apartment was silent.
Then you saw itâa note, folded neatly on the nightstand.
Your name was written on the front in his familiar handwriting, and as you picked it up, the faint scent of his cologne wafted toward you.
Your hands trembled as you unfolded the paper, your heart sinking before you even read the words.
Iâm sorry.
Two words. That was all he left you.
No explanations. No promises. Just an apology that felt like a dagger to your chest.
The tears came quickly, hot and unrelenting, as you clutched the note to your chest. Youâd given him a choice, and this was his answer.
He had chosen.
And it wasnât you.
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going seventeen 2020 <> svtsideout
word count: 1.8k italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin a/n: omg?? what is this?? a second update for yours truly?? got this as a request and inspiration came flying - enjoy a nice cooldown for all the angst last update!
"Hold on, hold on." Cyana had to calm them down as they started filming. "I still don't really understand what the point of today's content is."
Vernon laughed, pulling her aside to repeat the rules to her but this time in English. "We're basically doing activities while the staff tell us what emotion we have to do everything in. Like the movie Inside Out."
"Ahhhh~" Cyana nodded in understanding. "Okay. Sounds-" She frowned. "Sounds kinda silly."
"That's basically what Going Seventeen is." Vernon patted her on the back before leading her to join the group again. "Get used to it!" He shot her a thumbs-up, smiling wide when she returned a unimpressed stare.
"Wow." Dino marvelled, bringing attention to Cyana and Vernon's exchange all of a sudden. "When did Cyana get so much attitude?"
"She's always been sassy." Mingyu corrected, poking at Cyana. "Seventeen's princess~" He teased.
Cyana swatted his finger away, pointing at the staff. "Shouldn't we be filming today's content, guys?"
[staff sends seventeen's princess thanks]
"Ahh~ look at her being so professional." Hoshi teased. "She's right though."
"We've been working nonstop recently..." Dino exclaimed, bringing the spotlight onto himself. Cyana watched from next to Vernon as Dino began to introduce the premise. "...except Seungkwan."
"Seungkwan isn't here today." Hoshi repeated.
"I heard..." Jeonghan started. "...we're inside Seungkwan right now."
As the others exclaimed excitedly, Cyana grew confused, repeating Jeonghan's words under her breath, thinking she must've heard him wrong. "Inside...Seungkwan?" She asked Vernon.
Vernon nodded. "Yeah," he gestured around the room. "We're inside him right now."
She made a face. "That sounds kinda wrong."
"We're his emotions." He corrected, laughing at her disgusted reaction.
"Oh~" She nodded, finally getting it.
[HAPPY MODE ON]
Everyone started laughing almost at once, leaving Cyana confused, but joining in nevertheless. Pausing in between bouts of forced laughter, she smacked Vernon's shoulder. "What on earth is going on?"
Vernon could only shake his head, looking just as pained as he pretended to laugh. Jeonghan suddenly began to shake Cyana, encouraging her to laugh harder.
"HA. HA. HAHAHAHA." Cyana yelled out, right into Jeonghan's face.
Jeonghan fell back in harsh laughter, real this time.
"Wowww." She couldn't help to gawk at how high the rock climbing course was. She grabbed a helmet, putting it on as she continued to stare at the sheer size of the place. "This is amazing."
"Their shoulders are too wide to fit through." Mingyu's voice cut through her amazement.
She turned, giggling when she saw Wonwoo and the others, unable to cross through the pillars.
"Hoshi wants to go first." Dino pushed Hoshi towards the center. "C'mon."
[RAGE MODE ON]
The place suddenly exploded in shouts of anger, surprising Cyana who was had been talking to Jun seconds ago. She jumped in fright, letting out a harsh breath when she realized the mood had changed. She watched as the others 'fought' and couldn't help but gape at how insane they all were.
"Wow. So this is you guys during Going Seventeen." She couldn't help be a little intimidated. "I see..."
Jun snorted, breaking character upon seeing Cyana's revelation.
Mingyu pushed Jeonghan, flinging the guy several steps towards where Cyana and Jun stood, near the back. Cyana's mouth dropped at the sheer strength of Mingyu. She couldn't wrap her head around how quickly they could adapt to anger as such docile and kind people.
Jun nudged her. "You try."
She frowned. Walking up to DK, she tried imitating the gangsters for those Korean dramas she had been watching. "Who are you?" She asked aggressively, widening her stance and knocking up against DK.
The boy only burst into laughter at the sight.
"Cyana's only cute when she gets mad." Joshua said, still maintaining an aggressive tone although he was fighting not to smile.
[SAD MODE ON]
This time Cyana was ready. She had seen the cue from the staff first, immediately burying her face into Joshua's shirt pretending to cry. A little taken aback, Joshua patted her back and pretended to cry as well. She was glad her face was away from the camera or she would've died with embarrassment.
Joshua leaving her once it was his turn, she sat next to Wonwoo and gave him a tiny smile. She felt comforted he too wasn't really down to be acting so hard.
"He's so skillful." She heard Dino wail out, her shoulders now shaking with laughter instead of pretend tears.
Joshua came down, only greeted by a jealous and tearful Dino, who complimented him with wailing tones. "You're so skillful. Are there a lot of mountains in LA?"
Cyana couldn't help but snort, hand flying out to grab Wonwoo's. It isn't missed by the camera, the awkward parting they had and the little side-eye they both gave each other when the other wasn't looking.
"Jump, Wonwoo!" Jeonghan yelled from his spot on the ground.
Cyana craned her neck up, watching as the boy prepared himself and jumped across. "Wowww." She said quietly. "He looks like a koala, the way he's hanging onto the sack."
Wonwoo's cheeks turned pink at her comment as he was lowered down.
DK was next, his legs visibly shaking as he climbed up.
"DK butt sexy!" Mingyu yelled out after him, prompting DK to move his hips, resulting in both cheers and groans from the others.
"Ya- Mingyu." Woozi chided. "There's a girl here."
Mingyu glanced at Cyana with red ears. Jun shielded her eyes as DK continued his climb up. Once he had reached the top, Jun let his hand down and Cyana could see how scared DK was.
"DK jump!" The others called. "You won't actually fall!"
"DK." Cyana cupped her hands around her mouth to yell. "Jump or the cookies I made back home aren't yours!"
DK looked down at her, cringing at the height. "No!" He yelled back. "That's not fair!"
"Jump!" She yelled, cheering the loudest when he did.
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"I think I'm going to pass out." Mingyu mumbled, as he looked down at the sheer height he was at. "Why did I agree to this?"
"Mingyu!" Dino yelled up. "If you don't jump you have to call me hyung!"
"Hyung!" Mingyu yelled down. Cyana let out a loud laugh at his blatant cry of defeat. "Hyung!"
"Me too!" She yelled up at him. "Call me Noona!"
Mingyu fixed her with a stare. "Ah~ No thank you."
She pouted. "Then jump."
Mingyu looked at the sack, as if gauging an opponent.
"You can do it!" Hoshi yelled. "Mingyu!"
Cyana was both surprised he did jump and a little sad she didn't get to hear him call her noona. She sighed. "It would've been so funny."
[TIMID MODE ON]
Cyana rolled a basketball across the floor towards Dino. "So we don't get hurt." She gave him a sweet smile, making him smile back.
"Guys, get over here." Seungcheol waved them over to where the group stood.
"Let's divide our teams by odd and even?" Wonwoo suggested, his tone meek and timid to match the current mood. Everyone nodded, splitting off into separate sides of the basketball court. Sensing Cyana's confusion, Wonwoo clarified for the girl. "Based on your place in the group age ranking. You're number 14 so you're with the evens."
She nodded gratefully, moving to join Jeonghan and her other teammates.
[game start!]
Seungcheol threw the jump ball rather timidly, as Hoshi slapped it over Vernon's head and close to Cyana. She swiftly grabbed the ball, taking aim and shooting the ball into the net with a clean swish.
"Wow, you're good?" Vernon exclaimed, although it sounded more like a question.
"Played a bit when I was younger." She shrugged, passing the ball to Jun and jogging alongside him.
The game continued, Cyana surprising everyone as she scored goal after goal. The other team was still catching up though, and Cyana could feel herself getting sucked into the competitiveness of the game.
[EXCITED MODE ON]
"Finally!" She yelled out. "Timid is no way to play a game."
She watched, amused at the ruckus the boys were causing at the other end of the court, as DK threw the ball into Hoshi's knees. Taking over, Cyana dribbled towards the hoop, letting out a frustrated groan when Mingyu came up to block her.
"This isn't fair!" She yelled out, trying to pass him. "You're a wall!" She does her best to body check him, slamming her shoulder into his chest. He doesn't move an inch. "Mingyu!" She whined, passing the ball to an awaiting Minghao.
"That hurt." Mingyu whined back, rubbing his chest. "You're all bone. Owwww~"
[SAD MODE ON]
As the game progressed, Cyana got in a couple more goals, managing to stay far away from Mingyu. He was the only one able to guard her, as she sped past the others or merely moved gracefully through them.
"I want to win." Dino cried out, his face morphing into a sad one.
Catching on, Cyana matched his tone and expression. "I'm so sad I'm doing sooo well."
Dino frowned. "It's not fair. You're using your experience against us."
[experience > svt]
Before Cyana can retaliate, a loud thud and sounds of laughter echoed from the other end of the court. Cyana moved away from the bodies blocking her view, realizing Seungcheol had slipped and lost his shoe in the process.
"I didn't swear!" Seungcheol tried excusing himself as he got up. "I said shoes- not sh-"
"You were really good at basketball." Joshua marvelled, as they had finished the game and were now sitting down for snacks. "I was really shocked."
She blushed under the praise. "I played a lot in LA. The weather was always good so I was always at the park."
"You should play with Seungkwan sometime." He offered, reminding her Seungkwan also liked basketball. "He can introduce you to NCT's Chenle. They play together sometimes."
She nodded. "That sounds-"
The sound of Minghao yelling cut her train of thought, leaving her speechless. "Who asked for Cola?" He yelled out, the sheer volume and strength of his voice stunning the girl.
"Wow." She gaped again, turning to Joshua. "I didn't even know Hao had a set of lungs that could do that."
Joshua bit back a smile, trying to stay in character and on theme. "We're all loud when we want to be." He informed her.
She narrowed her eyes at him, not quite believing him. "Even Wonwoo and Woozi?"
"Even Wonwoo and Woozi." He agreed.
"Even you?" She pressed again. "I've never seen you mad or loud at all."
Hoshi turned around to face them, having overheard their conversation. "Joshua's pure insanity. He just hides it well."
Cyana muffled a giggle behind her sleeve. She watched as the others continued to yell, the amount of attitude in one room overwhelming her. She glanced at the camera, mouthing "I want to go home."
[overstimulated by loudness]
a/n: first gose episode! requests are open if you want to see cyana in other gose episodes - so far gose series will be request only so be sure to send one!
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[9:53 pm]
the living room floor should have caution signs all around it with all the lego pieces spread on the floor. youâre building a first date gift, the orchid lego set, with your boyfriend. itâs been a while since said date, many more happening since then, but you held off on building it until the perfect moment where you were in a lego building mood. itâs even more perfect because you could invite him over to do it with you.
soft music plays in the background, but it isnât even needed because the sound of lego pieces being sifted through and jeonghanâs subtle humming was enough to keep you calm. honestly, all you needed was for him to be there, and it didnât matter if you had background noise or anything else.
after finishing the bag that held stems and leaves, you stopped jeonghanâs wrist from opening the next one. âwait.â you called out.
he looks up, an eyebrow raised. âwhat?â
â..do you think we could stop here? pick it up another day?â your hand falls back into your lap, fidgeting with the other.
âwhat, why? thereâs only one bag left, why donât we just finish it?â
you purse your lips together, trying to find the words. âitâs just.. this gift is so special. from a special day. and i feel like⊠when we finish it, that memory will be gone too.â your voice is barely above a mumble, feeling shy and almost silly for feeling such a way.
at your confession, jeonghan smiles, stepping over the nearly finished set before sitting next to you. he wraps an arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to the crown of your head before speaking.
âbaby, donât be sad about such things. you should be looking at it in a good way. yâknow how i see it?â he turns his head to look at you, smiling softly. that tender expression he gives only to you is what makes you feel this way. just like the process of building a lego set, moments like these could be fleeting. you hope they donât, but that fear is what makes you so upset over it.
yours and jeonghanâs relationship may be fresh, but the way he looks at you and immediately knows what you need to hear is nothing if not a reminder that youâre meant to be.
âi see it as a sign of moving forward. remember when we got this? it was our first date, so long ago. and here we are, weeks later, finally finishing something of the past so we can move forward. together, okay?â he turns to face you fully, holding your cheeks in his hands before kissing your forehead. since youâve met, itâs been a habit for him to do so, not without baby talking you of course.
âiâm not gonna go anywhere, love, i promise. moments like these may come and go, but who youâre with will always stay the same. i know you feel it too, like weâre stuck together.â
at the end of his speech, itâs nearly impossible to hide your tears. jeonghanâs always so silly and playful, but heâs so in tune with your thoughts. he always knows when to get serious, and heâs so good at it too. he knows all the right words, everything you need to hear. with your head now pulled into his chest, the tears flow freely and all you can think is how thankful you are for him. you canât fully let go if that fear, but your hope that heâll always stay is growing stronger.
jeonghan pulls you back from his chest, smiling once again as he kisses away the remnants of your tears. ânow, shall we finish?â
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seventeen when you call them by their name
instead of a pet name
a/n: i forgot how long writing 13 different scenarios takes T-T
seungcheol
after a long day of practice cheol entered your shared apartment late at night.
even though he was trying to be quiet you still heard the click of the front door and his fumbling around in the entryway. so you decided to get up and greet him.
âseungcheol?â you asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you walked out of your bedroom.
he was so taken aback by his name that he didn't even reply for a good 30 seconds.
âi'm sorry for being home late,â he frowned, âdon't be mad.â he whined softly, thinking you were upset with him. why else would you use his full name?
you looked at him quizzically and slotted yourself in his arms, he seemed to relax significantly at your touch.
âi'm not mad, what makes you think that?â you questioned, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
âyou called me seungcheol,â he pouted, âwhat happened to baby?â his pout intensified, his lip jutting out further.
you couldnât help but chuckle at his antics, âiâm sorry, baby,â you teased, emphasizing the pet name, âi didn't know you liked it that much,â you cooed, putting your hands on his cheeks and smushing his face.
âdon't tease me,â he grumbled, pretending to be upset, which just elicited another laugh from your end.
âfine, fine,â you said with your hands raised, mocking a surrender, âlet's go to bed, baby, you've had a long day,â you suggested, pecking his lips and taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
jeonghan
you had been basking in jeonghan's company all day. it was a rare off-day for the idol and you spent every second possible with your boyfriend.
you were currently in one of your lulls of conversation, just sitting in comfortable silence on two different ends the couch while you both scrolled on your phones.
you saw a funny video while scrolling and knew your boyfriend would love it so you looked over at him and called his name.
âhey, jeonghan? look at this video,â you giggled, holding your phone screen in his direction.
but your boyfriend didn't pay you any mind. thinking he didn't hear you, you called for him a little louder.
âjeonghan? hello?â you scooted closer to him on the couch when you went unanswered again.
you poked his cheek and turned his head to make him look at you when he still didnât answer.
âhello?â you questioned, noticing his nonchalant expression.
âoh? were you talking to me?âhe asked with a raised eyebrow.
âyes? i said your name twice!â you whined, knowing he heard you but he was clearly ignoring you.
âno, you said âjeonghan,ââ he said, making air quotes with his fingers, "and that's not my name," he pouted finally, showing a side of him that you didn't often see.
you realized what he was talking about and tried to hide a grin at his demeanor, âaww, i'm sorry, let me try again,â you cooed, going back to your previous side of the couch to reset.
âhannie... my angel, my sweetheart, my precious?â you tried, âcome look at this video,â you laughed, his attention already on you as you listed your names for him.
âof course, my love,â he smiled, getting up from his spot and cuddling up to your side, âlook at how easy that was,â he whispered, plucking your phone from your hands and watching the video that you had pulled up.
he pulled you into his arms and nuzzled his cheek against your head, scrolling and looking at more videos with you. âyou're crazy,â you said with a laugh, pressing a kiss against his cheek, but you wouldn't want it any other way.
joshua
âjoshua?â you called out from the kitchen while you were making dinner. he had been playing video games in the living room ever since his practice was over.
hearing his full name from you made his ears perk up and he quickly shut off his game, rushing to the kitchen.
âlove?â he asked softly, putting his hand on your shoulder, already thinking he had upset you he didn't want to anger you further. âis everything okay?â he asked tentatively, testing the waters.
âhuh? yeah, joshua, everything's fine can you just-âyou said as you stirred the pot on the stove, not looking up at him while you were focused on perfecting the food.
but, when he heard his full name again and the classic 'everything's fine' line he quickly jumped to conclusions and deduced that everything was not fine.
he cut you off before you could finish talking and immediately went into apologizing.
âiâm sorry, love, i don't know what i did to make you upset but i'll fix it, okay?â he said with a weary smile, still with his hand on your shoulder, âwas i on the game for too long? did you want me to help you cook? was i too loud?â he rambled, facepalming as he thought he had messed something up and made you mad.
as he rambled you slowly started to look over at him, his words confusing you to no end.
âwhy would i be upset?â you asked, looking at him as if he was crazy, which he was.
âwhat?â he questioned back, âyou called me joshua and you haven't looked at me and you said everything was âfineâ, that's like textbook upset partner.â he said, as if it was totally obvious.
you blinked at him a few times before you burst out laughing, âgod, babe, you're hilarious!â you exclaimed, slapping his shoulder as you laughed. now it was joshua's turn to be confused since he was positive that you were upset.
âyouâre not upset?â he questioned, you shook your head as your answer while you were still doubled over laughing, âwhy did you call me over then?â he asked.
you pointed to the glass jar on the counter next to you after you had composed yourself, âi was going to ask you to open that jar, dummy,â you teased.
joshua blew out a breath and quickly opened the jar with ease, âthat's... it?â he questioned.
âyeah, that's it, you can go play your game some more,â you smiled, pressing a kiss against his cheek.
âbut you called me joshua...â he grumbled, you never called him joshua!
âwhich is your name, if iâm not mistaken,â you pointed out, pinching his cheek. he swatted at your hand and groaned.
he opened his mouth to start complaining more before you quickly stopped him. âokay, okay, iâm sorry babe, you can go play your game again.â
joshua gave you a firm nod, as if he was finally satisfied with your name for him. âokay. let me know if you need anything.â he grinned, kissing your head and then strolling back to the living room.
âyouâre a child,â you whispered to yourself, continuing dinner with a smile on your face.
âbut you love me!â he called back, somehow hearing you. well, heâs not wrong.
jun
âthanks, junhui!â
that was the text that you had sent your boyfriend after he told you he bought you a book from the town he was currently in on tour.
he loved gift giving and he knew you loved books so he scoured every bookshop in the town to find the perfect book for you. he excitedly sent you a picture of the book he bought and that was your reply to it.
it made his head spin with reasons of why you could be mad at him.
calling him âjunâ was already a rarity in your relationship, but âjunhuiâ? he wasnât sure youâd ever called him that.
âare you mad at me?â he texted back, getting straight to the point.
you took nearly 10 minutes to reply, 10 agonizing minutes for jun.
ânot at all, iâll see you when you get homeâ was your response.
now this reply made him absolutely spiral, good thing he was returning home today. but because of your replies to him he made a few extra stops before hopping on the plane.
when you finally arrived back home from work you opened the door and was met with your sheepish looking boyfriend and what looked like a mountain of books behind him.
âbabe! what are you doing here? and what is with all the books?â you exclaimed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.
jun was taken aback by your reaction, his mind stuck on the thought that you were mad at him. âi thought you were upset with the book i got you⊠so i kind of bought as many as i could fit in my luggage to make up for it,â he said, his cheeks slowly turning red when he realized you really werenât mad at him.
you pulled your head back and gave him a look, âwhat made you think i was mad?â you asked, pulling away and starting to pick up the different books that were piling up on your coffee table.
âyou called me junhuiâŠâ he whispered, saying it out loud made him feel stupid, it was just a name, his name in fact.
âare you saying that you bought me a hundred books because i called you by your first name?â you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
he nodded his head sheepishly.
âyou are too cute!â you exclaimed, giving him another tight hug, âfor the record, iâd tell you if i was mad at you,â you made sure to clarify.
âokayâŠâ he said softly, looking at the absurd amount of books, âshould i return all of these now, or-â he began to speak before you cut him off.
âabsolutely not,â you said quickly, snatching a book and sitting on the couch beginning to read.
jun slowly made his way next to you and laid his head in your lap, getting comfy while you read aloud to him.
hoshi
âhoney?â you called out in your apartment, waiting for hoshi to reply to you. you needed help folding the laundry and hoshi was always eager to help you do whatever you needed.
you heard a distant, âgive me a minute!â come from your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was no doubt playing video games again.
you rolled your eyes at his response and started folding the laundry on your own, giving him a few minutes before calling for him again. âhoney? i need your help out here,â you called again, waiting to hear his footsteps.
but instead you got another, âjust a sec!â which made you pull out the big guns. hoshi hated you calling him by his name, he said he sounded like you were scolding him. but desperate times call for desperate measures.
âkwon soonyoung! i said i need your help!â you called out even louder than before, knowing that would get him.
once his name left your mouth you heard fumbling coming from the room and the door opening quickly, his feet slapped against the floor as he ran over to you.
he already had the expression of a kicked puppy, âi told you not to call me that!â he pouted, standing in front of you.
you gave him a look and pointed at the spot on the couch next to you, âsit,â you said simply. of course, he followed with no question.
ââm sorry!â he whined when you wouldnât talk to him, âi was doing really well! you know how hard that game is, and we were winning!â he tried to explain, sloppily folding clothes next to you as he rambled.
âsoonyoung?â you said, cutting him off with his name again.
âwhat,â he said with a frown.
âjust fold the damn laundry,â you said with a sigh, grabbing the clothes that he had folded and redoing it properly.
âyouâre scary when youâre madâŠâ he whispered, starting to fold every item of clothing meticulously so you didnât have anything to be upset with.
he spent the rest of the day giving you his undivided attention and trying to make up for making you upset.
when you finally called him âhoneyâ at the end of the night his face lit up and you forgot why you were even mad with him in the first place.
wonwoo
you were out shopping with wonwoo when something caught your eye from the window of a store. you tugged on your boyfriends coat sleeve.
âwonwoo-â you started, but you were quickly cut off.
âtry again.â he said simply, making you furrow your eyebrows.
âwonwoo?â you questioned, tugging his arm again and making him stop walking.
âtry again.â he repeated, pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending to scroll on it.
âwonwoo, what are you-â he cut you off once again with a look.
âone more time, sweetheart,â he said, pointing you in the right direction. this made it click in your head and you just scoffed.
âbabe?â you tried, finally his attention turned towards you and he showed off his award winning smile.
âyes, sweetheart? what do you need?â he asked, his voice sweet as honey.
âyou're impossible,â you laughed, âi want to go into that store,â you pointed at the clothing store next to where you were stopped.
âthen let's go,â he grinned, pulling your hand and leading you into the store, âyou know if you call me by my name people might not think we're together,â he said as if it was an obvious fact.
âwe're literally holding hands and wearing matching outfits,â you pointed out, which just earned a shrug from your boyfriend as he started grabbing different pieces of clothing that he thought would look good on you.
sure, he was a subtle guy, but he wanted everyone to know that you were his.
woozi
âjihoon, i'm home,â you called out into the apartment. you had a meeting that lasted much longer than usual and it was already dark out when you returned.
your boyfriend had been home all day and by the smell of fresh food you could tell that he had been cooking.
you slipped off your shoes in the entry way and tossed your bag on the couch before slipping into the kitchen and coming up behind your boyfriend. you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder while he stirred the pot in front of him.
âjihoon?â he questioned, scrunching up his face at the mention of his full name. he didn't hate when you said his name, you just never did. âwhat're you calling me that for?â he asked directly, not assuming anything.
âi realized i don't call you by name, do you not like it?âyou asked, lifting your head up and looking over at him, your arms still around him.
âi don't mind, i'm just used to baby,â he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, âor babe,â another kiss, âlove, sweetheart, honey, my one and only,â he listed, pressing a kiss to your face in between each pet name.
you couldn't help but smile at the affection you were receiving from your boyfriend, you pressed a few kisses to his cheek in return and let him resume his cooking while you watched from a seat at the island.
âbut you're okay with jihoon?â you asked, wanting to make sure.
âiâm okay with you calling me jihoon,â he said, turning over his shoulder to look at you, âbut don't use it too much.â he said, giving you a pointed look.
he wouldn't say it out loud but he loved the sweet pet names you gave him, even the ridiculous ones.
minghao
âwhat did i do?â was the first words your boyfriend uttered when he walked into your shared home.
you looked up from your spot on the couch and tilted your head at him. âwhat do you mean?â you questioned, not understanding him.
âi mean, i can tell you're mad so i give you permission to yell at me, just tell me what i did first.â minghao said, bracing himself for whatever you would say to him. by no means did you fight often but whenever you got angry at him he would take it.
âiâm not mad at you,â you said, opening your arms, waiting for your boyfriend to join you on the couch. when he didn't come over you deadpanned, âwell now i'm mad that you're not cuddling me.â you joked, waiting for him to come over.
he slowly walked over to you and pulled you against his chest, giving you a cautious look.
âthen what was up with that text?â he questioned, pulling out his phone, âyou said, and i quote, just wait until you get home, minghao,â he recited, âwhen have you ever called me by my first name?â he said like it was obvious.
âoh! i made your favorite dessert!â you said with a happy smile, pointing to the kitchen where his treat was freshly made and waiting on the counter.
his face went soft at your happy mood and he gave you a short kiss, âthanks, love,â he said softly, âbut your text did not make it sound like that.â he chuckled.
âoh right, i didn't want to give anything away so i called you minghao, was that too mean?â you asked, hoping you didn't make him worry.
he sighed with a smile and shook his head, âjust a bit,â he said honestly, âyou never call me minghao,â he pouted, half jokingly but also half seriously.
âiâm sorry, love,â you said, kissing his cheek, âi won't scare you like that again,â you teased, jumping up from the couch and pulling him up with you.
âcome eat! i made it all for you,â you said with a smile, leading him to the kitchen and plating his dessert with a smile.
mingyu
mingyu had a cold. and when mingyu got sick he got dramatic. he was currently cuddled up in bed while you took care of him.
you would take his temperature, give him medicine, cook him some soup, and keep him as comfortable as possible while you worked from home.
âmingyu, do you want some soup?â you asked softly, pushing his hair off of his forehead and feeling for a temperature.
his eyes shot open and his lip jutted out. âmingyu?â he questioned softly, âwhy are you calling me mingyu?â his voice wobbled a bit. but can you blame him? heâs a sensitive man.
âbecause thatâs your name, baby, you donât like it?â you asked, holding his hand, your voice softened at your boyfriend.
he shook his head at your question, he was always âbabyâ or âsweetheartâ or âgyuâ.
âsorry, baby,â you cooed, âbut do you want any soup?â you asked again, hoping it would fix his mood.
âdonât want soup, i want a kiss,â he said with a little mischievous smile, then puckering his lips.
you rolled your eyes, he knew you couldnât say no to him, especially since he was sick and was on the verge of tears after you called him his first name. âyouâre such a baby,â you groaned, âif i get sick itâs your fault,â you reminded him.
âthen itâll be my turn to take care of you,â he said as if it was obvious, leaning up a bit and catching your lips with his.
sure, mingyu was a big baby. but he was your big baby.
dk
dk had been stuck in practice all day while you had a free day. so, being the loving and doting partner that you were you decided to make your boyfriend some dinner. which also included making dinner for his 12 bandmates, but you didnât mind. you were like a big family.
you were let into the building and made your way to their practice room, hands full of bags carrying multiple different containers full of food.
the boys were all sitting around the room during a break and you popped your head inside, leaving the bags in the hallway.
a few people looked over at you when you opened the door, but every head snapped your way when you opened your mouth.
âseokmin?â you asked, which caused some murmurs among the group.
dk couldnât remember the last time he was called that name.
âyou better fix whatever you did wrongâ âwhy is she mad at you?â âwhat did you do?â different members began to ask all at once to your boyfriend, sending him into even deeper of a panic.
he jumped to his feet and made his way over to you. you didnât look mad at him, but now he was worried. he grabbed your hand and gently pulled you into the hallway and closed the door to the practice room behind you.
âis everything okay? did i leave something on at home? did i forget to take out the trash?â he asked seriously, thinking of what he couldâve possibly done to elicit you calling him his first name.
you gave him a look in response, furrowing your eyebrows at his rambling. âno⊠i made you guys food,â you explained, pointing to all the bags on the floor by the two of you, âwas just asking you to help me bring it in.â
âhuh?â your boyfriend questioned, looking at the bags and then back up to you. âwhyâd you call me seokmin, then? i havenât heard that name in ages!â he whined, tugging at your hand.
âoh? i texted jeonghan and told him i was coming over, he told me to call you seokmin,â you laughed, not thinking that he was going to take it that much to heart.
dk sighed and grabbed the bags, pecking your cheek, âthank you for dinner,â he said softly, opening the door to go back into the practice room with you trailing behind him.
his members all looked over and started laughing, apparently they were in on it too.
âyou guys suck!â he groaned, âiâm keeping all this food to myself now,â he said childishly, hoarding all the bags by the two of you and trying to keep everyone else away.
eventually he caved and you all ate together, everyone thanking you and still poking fun at your boyfriend.
seungkwan
âseungkwan,â you tried to get your boyfriends attention, standing across the kitchen island from him.
his eyes left his phone and found yours, narrowing in the process. he didnât say anything so you frowned.
âseungkwan?â he continued to stare at you and you grew slightly agitated since he was seemingly ignoring you.
âcan you reply?â you asked with an attitude, crossing your arms.
âiâm just waiting for you to get it right,â he said, mirroring your body language and the amount of sass.
his words only confused you more. âget what right? youâre crazy,â you mumbled, basically having a staring contest with him.
seungkwan just scoffed and rolled his eyes, âmy name! iâm waiting for you to get my name right,â he said as if it was obvious. âi am not âseungkwanâ to you.â he explained, putting his name in quotations with his fingers.
âare you waiting for me to call you sweetie?â you asked finally, a smile slowly starting to spread on your face. your boyfriend may be a little sassy but he was truly a sweetheart.
âmaybe,â he replied simply, his arms still crossed as he waited.
you hummed at his response and then made your way around the island to hug him. âalright, sweetie, i was just going to ask where you wanted to eat tonight,â you grinned, pressing a few sweet kisses on his cheek.
his attitude instantly melted away at the pet name and he pulled you closer to him, âwherever you want, angel,â he replied simply.
it was that easy.
vernon
vernon isn't phased by much. but he does get a little salty when you use his first name on him. he says it sounds too much like a mother scolding him. so, of course, you tease him with it sometimes.
âhansol! can you come to the living room?â you called out in your home, not sure which room he was in.
soon you heard his footsteps and he walked into the room with a scrunched up face.
âyes, darling?â he exaggerated his pet name for you, hoping you'd get the hint.
you spun around in a circle and posed, showing off your new outfit to your boyfriend.
âwhat do you think? you like my new outfit?â you asked with a blinding smile, posing in a few different ways as your boyfriend watched.
âi think it looks lovely, babe,â he exaggerated again.
âthank you, hansol,â you replied with a sweet smile.
âyou look gorgeous, sweetheart,â he tried again.
âthank you, hansol,â you repeated, trying to keep your laugh at bay.
âpositively perfect, my love.â
âi appreciate it, hansol.â
âabsolutely stunning, angel.â
âyouâre too kind, hansol.â
âthatâs it, iâm ignoring you for the rest of the day.â he finally said after surveying you for a few minutes. he turned on his heel and walked back to your shared bedroom.
âno!â you called after him, âiâm just joking,â you said in between laughs as you walked fast behind him to catch up.
he shrugged his shoulders and sat back down at his desk, continuing his previous task before you had called him to the living room.
âdonât be sulky now, i was teasing,â you pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders and turning his chair to face you.
âitâs fine, y/n,â he said with a grin, now using your own name back as revenge.
âhey! you canât call me that!â you whined in response.
âwatch me.â he smirked, flicking your forehead gently.
oh how the tables have turned.
dino
this man rarely hears his name from anyone. itâs always âdinoâ from his friends and âhoneyâ from you.
so when you started calling for âchanâ while you were asleep it made his heart break.
âwho is chan?â he thought to himself, you couldnât be cheating on him with another guy. right? you wouldnât do that, he knows you.
but still, once the thought got placed into his head (by no one but himself) he couldnât help but shake it.
the next morning he was nervous, he didnât know how to confront you, or what he would do if his suspicions were correct. so while you were making breakfast for the two of you he mustered up the courage to go into the kitchen and talk to you.
âgood morning, honey,â you said with a cheery smile, noticing him right away as he made his way next to you. you caught his lips with a quick peck but noticed that he seemed a little tense. âsomething wrong?â you asked, concern lacing your voice.
dino just wrung his hands together and frowned. âdo you have something to tell me?â he asked softly, already feeling on the verge of tears as he looked down at his feet, not making eye contact with you.
âno? whatâs this about?â you asked, turning the heat down on the stove so you could give him more of your attention.
âi just,â he started, âwell umâŠâ he tried again, âi heard you talking in your sleep and you were calling out for some guy named âchanâ and i know wouldnât cheat on me or anything but who is chan?â his words spilled out of him and he was talking a mile a minute while you looked at him, your eyes widening.
he was bracing himself for the answer to his question, ready for the worst.
âhoneyâŠâ you said gently, taking both of his hands in yours and making him look at you, âyou are chan.â you explained, trying to hide your smile since he was clearly so distraught.
âhuh?â he asked, not understanding what you were getting at.
âhoney, your name is lee chan,â you reminded him.
you could see the gears shifting in his head before his cheeks immediately heated up. he snatched his hands from yours and slapped his face. he was chan. and he couldnât feel any stupider.
he was so used to being honey that he forgot his literal name.
âforget this happenedâŠâ he mumbled, walking away as you stifled your laughs.
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âș PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x female reader
âș GENRE: stepdad au, smut
âș SUMMARY: the story of how you get caught in your stepdadâs web of depraved desires.
âș CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, manipulation, dub con, drugging, toxic relationship(s), slight dd/lg themes, daddy kink, dacryphilia, breeding kink, degradation, spanking, dumbification, unprotected sex, riding, cum play, ass play, fingering, multiple rounds, overstimulation, creampies, squirting
âș WC: 4.2k
NOTE: donât like, donât read. once again, i have to thank the amazing @wonustars for beta reading this for me <3
The moment your mom asked you to move back home, you knew things in her marriage were heading south. Itâs not like she didnât want you around, but even you could tell she only asked you to act as a buffer between her and her husband. Like the good daughter you always tried to be, you accept her invitation even though you know it probably wonât be the best idea in the long run.
Things are relatively normal at first. Jeonghan is a sweetheart. He always has been, even dating back to when you were a college freshman and you officially met him. You can tell he tries to keep the peace with you around. That doesnât mean you havenât accidentally overheard your mom and him arguing when they think youâre not around.
Itâs awkward, especially because your mom seems like the bad guy in ninety percent of their fights. You wonder if seeing a marriage counselor will help their situation.
âMy friendâs dad is a marriage counselor,â you casually mention to your mom when itâs only two of you one day. âI can give you the number to his officeââ
Youâre abruptly cut off when your mom slams her spoon down on the table. The look she has on her face is borderline murderous, and you wonder if you shouldâve just kept your mouth shut.
âDid Jeonghan tell you he wants to go to counseling?â She demands, teeth gnashing together as she spits her words.
âWhat? No!â You exclaim wondering why she was so quick to throw the blame on your stepdad. âI just thoughtââ
âI canât believe this shit,â her words are spoken through a bitter chuckle. âYou know, Iâm the one who told him we need to talk to someone. I canât believe he had the audacity to put this idea in your head!â
Despite your attempt to clear up the misunderstanding your mom has, she leaves the house and doesnât come back until the next day. You feel incredibly guilty. Itâs not like you meant to make her angry, and you definitely didnât mean for her to get angry with Jeonghan again.
Your stepdad remains incredibly sweet. He hugs you and rubs your back, assuring you that it wasnât your fault.
âDonât worry, little girl,â Jeonghan says with a kind smile. âYour mom and I will be fine. Just focus on school, okay? I pay a lot of money so you can be the best.â
Heâs teasing you, and youâre not sure why you feel so relieved to know that heâs not angry with you.
Unfortunately for everyone, things get worse before they even have a chance to get better. Eventually, your mom no longer cares to start arguments with her husband even when youâre around.
You canât help but feel sorry for Jeonghan because you can see how exhausted he is. That sweet smile canât hide all the pain and defeat he feels. You wish you could do something to help, but he always pats your head affectionately and tells you to focus on school when you offer.
Itâs not until you come home one night and find him alone in the trashed living room that you know things have gone too far.
âJeonghan?â You say cautiously, walking around the broken glass littered on the floor.
Itâs a mixture of a broken wine bottle and glass from a picture frame. The one that held your motherâs wedding photo. Jeonghan has his head in his hands as you tiptoe around the spilled alcohol to sit next to him. His long hair partially covers his face, but you can see the tear stains on his cheeks.
âJeonghan,â your voice is more firm this time, but still gentle. âWhat happened? Whereâs my mom?â
Your stepdad sniffles and looks up. For a minute, he canât meet your eyes. Even without the eye contact, you can see how broken he is. It makes something inside you break.
âSheâs okay,â he turns to you with that pretty smile of his that you love. Except it doesnât reach his eyes like usual. âShe had a little too much to drink so I laid her down in the guest room.â
Youâre sure heâs talking about the one downstairsâthe one sheâs been sleeping in lately.
âYou still didnât answer my question.â You say, needing to know what happened.
Jeonghan whimpers, and you canât resist the urge to hug him. He closes his eyes as more tears stream down his face. Your stepdad gently buries his face in your neck as you press your body against him, not caring that youâre almost on his lap. All you can think about is comforting him.
âYour mom wants a divorce,â Jeonghan croaks against your wet skin. âSheâSheâthereïżœïżœïżœs someone else, and Iââ
He cuts himself off with a quiet sob, and your heart just breaks for him. Part of you suspected it. Your mom was the one who would come home late or not at all sometimes. She would often accuse your stepdad of having an affair, but now you just know she was projecting her wrongdoings onto him. It makes you feel sick because even though sheâs your mom, Jeonghan didnât deserve that.
âIâm so sorry,â you say sincerely, stroking his back like he often did to you when you were upset.
As you comfort him, he slips his arms around you and presses you closer to him. An electrifying sensation courses through you when you become aware of how close you two are.
Urges that youâve tried so hard to push to the depths of your mind suddenly rush forward, and now you canât stifle them or pretend they donât exist. Especially now that youâve realized that your mom doesnât deserve such a wonderful man.
So, you throw away every scrap of morality you have left in you and give into your depraved desires.
Jeonghan lets out a shocked noise when you push him back on the couch and straddle him. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open in awe. You grin when he doesnât immediately push you off, taking it as a sign to swoop down for a kiss.
He softly moans into your mouth, overwhelmed by how warm and soft you are. Jeonghan whimpers as tears keep streaming down his face, trembling when you pull away from him.
âItâs okay, daddy,â you purr in his ear, grinding your dampening cunt against his growing bulge. âLet me take care of you.â
Jeonghan shakes his head, hands slowly settling on your waist as if he wants to push you away. Except he doesnât.
Instead, he lets you stay on his lap. Your stepdad doesnât try to stop you even as you move in closer and start to undo his pants. He can easily push you off, but he doesnât. Not even when you reach into his underwear to palm his growing cock. Heâs hard. Really fucking hard.
âWait, babyââ the pet name falls easily, and you love it.
âShh, daddy,â you coo as you take him out of his pants. âJust let me touch you. Let me make you feel better.â
âOh, god,â Jeonghan mewls when you start to stroke him.
Your stepdadâs cock is long and thick and oozing with precum. You lick your lips as you slowly move your hand, eyes trained on Jeonghanâs pretty face. You can tell he feels guilty, and you donât blame him. Heâs such a good guy that he wouldnât want to hurt your mom, even after everything sheâs done to him.
âWe⊠we shouldnât do this,â Jeonghan protests weakly.
When you get off his lap, he fights a whine even though he knows itâs for the best. Once again you surprise him by slipping out of your clothes and getting back on top of him. His pupils are blown wide when he sees your bare tits and cute pussy.
âHoney,â Jeonghanâs voice has gone deeper, eyes fixed on your body. âThis is wrong.â
You ignore him because his cock is twitching and standing to attention. Gently, you cradle the back of his head and press his face to your chest. Your warm tits envelop him, and heâs delirious. You smell so good that it makes his brain fuzzy. Jeonghan feels his cock twitch when you reach for it again, and this time he doesnât try to stop you.
âPlease, daddy,â you beg as you glide your slick cunt over his throbbing cock. âI need your cock. Need it so fucking bad.â
A deep groan escapes him because you feel so warm and wet. Jeonghan just knows youâll feel so good wrapped around his cock.
âYou deserve my little pussy,â you whisper in his ear, pressing down harder on him. âDeserve to fuck someone who wonât ever make you feel so terrible.â
âGod, baby,â Jeonghan grunts when he feels your dripping pussy nudging the head of his cock. His resolve is weak, and he doesnât want to fight it anymore.
His moan syncs with yours when you slowly sink down on his cock. Your little cunt is so hot and tight. Jeonghan canât think about things like guilt because he feels too fucking good. A nice, wet pussy wrapped around his neglected cock, sucking him in and squeezing him just right. Heâs been so lonely and miserable lately that you feel like absolute heaven to him.
âSuch a naughty little girl,â Jeonghan growls when you start to rock in his lap. You tighten around him and hold on to the back of his head when you start to bounce.
âDaddy,â you whimper as your juices coat his cock.
Jeonghanâs lips brush against your nipples as your bounces grow more eager. You clench around his fat cock when his weeping tip brushes against your sweet spot. Your stepdad lets out a mixture of a groan and a wail of pleasure as you keep riding him.
Youâre lost in pleasure with the feeling of your stepdadâs hard cock twitching and throbbing inside you. It turns you on that heâs strong enough to push you off of him, but never attempts to. You cry out loudly when his hands curl around your waist to help you fuck his cock the way he likes it.
Jeonghanâs lidded gaze is focused on where you two are connected, watching as his cock disappears in and out of your little pussy with every rough bounce. He feels his balls start to tighten with his impending release. Never in his life has he felt so turned on. The way his stepdaughter is just using his cock like a toy is just driving him closer to the edge.
âDaddy,â you purr in Jeonghanâs ear. âYou like my pussy better than my momâs, donât you?â
You already have your answer from the way he twitches and throbs inside you, his cock answering for him. It makes you happier than you expect. Of course, it would be you. Your pussy was made for him, and youâll make sure he feels the same way by the end of the night.
âFuck yeah I do,â Jeonghan groans as his hands go down to squeeze your ass. âLove this little princess cunt.â
You cry out loudly as your orgasm abruptly hits, coating his cock and balls with your essence. âFuck, daddy! Itâs yours! Only yours! You can have this princess pussy every day!â
Your fucked out moans do their job in pushing Jeonghan over the edge. He grips your hips and flips you under him, buries his head in your shoulder and frantically fucks you into the couch as he starts to spill his cum inside you. Lewd squelching fills the air as you happily wrap your legs around him and meet his thrusts to help him fuck his cum deeper inside you.
The both of you are panting by the time youâre done, but your stepdad makes no move to get off of you.
âDonât think weâre done, little girl,â his voice is ravenous. âDaddyâs not letting you off this cock until youâre nice and stretched out.â
Thatâs how you end up on the bed he shares with your mother, face down and ass up as you beg for his cock. Jeonghan smirks, eyes trained on your sloppy hole. You look so hot like this, and he knows that he wonât ever let you go after tonight.
âWhat a nasty slut,â Jeonghan says, palms smoothing over the globes of your ass to keep you still. âDripping all over my sheets. You want daddyâs cock that bad, honey?â
You whine and arch your back some more. âI need it!â
âYeah?â You can tell heâs smirking. âDo you even care that your mom might wake up and see what a nasty slut her daughter is?â
You shake your head, pussy clenching around nothing. âJust want daddyâs cock in my little pussy.â
âDonât worry, little girl,â Jeonghan groans as he kneels behind you. âDaddyâs going to stuff this needy hole and cover it with his cum.â
âPlease!â
You cry out when Jeonghan shoves his thick cock into your clenching pussy. He bottoms out in a single thrust since youâre already so wet from when you rode him earlier. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining his name when you feel his balls slap against your clit.
âOh, fuck,â your stepdad hisses. âYour little princess pussy keeps sucking me in, honey.â
Jeonghan spanks your ass. You moan loudly and clench down on his aching cock. âMhm, just needed daddyâs cock to fill you up, huh?â
âYes, daddy, yes!â You moan into his sheets.
The thick musk of sex fills the air as Jeonghan pulls his twitching cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your needy cunt. You squeal and tighten around him when you feel him spread your ass and gently trace your asshole. His thumb slips down to gather juices from your dripping pussy and slides it back up to your asshole, gently pushing past the taut muscle. Your pussy clamps down on his dick hard, making him moan loudly.
âCanât wait to break in this tight little hole too,â Jeonghanâs voice is thick with lust. âGonna train you to take daddyâs cock in every hole.â
You moan and bounce back against him, cunt pulsing around his cock as his thumb slips in and out of your clenching rim. âDaddy!â
Jeonghan laughs in delight. âSounds like you like it.â
You nod your head, and Jeonghan fucks into you harder, balls slapping against your sloppy cunt with every rough thrust. âGod, youâre fucking tight.â
He groans when your sweet little pussy clenches around him again.
âFeels so fucking good, daddy,â you say as your eyes roll to the back of your head. âLove your big cock.â
You cry out in pleasure when his hand pulls away from your ass to slip his fingers over your hip to pinch and rub your sensitive clit.
âIs my little girl already cock drunk?â Jeonghan is way too pleased when you deliriously nod your head with a fucked out mewl.
Youâre fucking perfect. It makes him wish he wouldâve done this sooner.
âMy pretty little slut,â Jeonghan coos adoringly. âJust a sweet little hole to dump my load into. Isnât that right, baby?â
You shiver and meet his thrusts with more vigor, âYes! Stuff my little hole full of your cum, daddy!â
âFucking shit,â Jeonghan hisses as he grabs your hair and yanks you backward to give you a sloppy kiss.
His hips never stop, only snapping harder against you.
âIâll give it to you, honey. Daddyâs going to cream your hot little cunt all night long.â
You mewl in satisfaction when your head is shoved back into the mattress as you keep getting railed hard. Wet slapping fills the room as your stepdad continues spearing you open on his cock. The smell of sex permeates the room as Jeonghan keeps using your body for his pleasure.
âDaddyâs close, baby,â Jeonghan groans.
You moan loudly. âGonna cum, daddy!â
Youâre moaning so loud now, and you donât really care that your mom might wake up and come upstairs to catch her husband fucking you raw. All you can care about is how good you feel. You grind your pussy down on your stepdadâs throbbing cock while his fingers rub fast circles on your puffy clit.
âYeah? Do it, honey.â Jeonghan leans forward to bite your shoulder. âCream on me. Want to feel your juices all over my cock.â
His cock pistons in and out of your hot cunt, ramming against your g-spot repeatedly until all you can do is chant his name. Youâre a moaning mess at this point, only caring about the white-hot pleasure youâre feeling.
âGonna cum!â You slur out, drool dripping on the mattress.
âCum for daddy, baby. Cum all over this cock.â
With those commanding words, Jeonghan spanks your cunt hard, palm coming down on your clit over and over until youâre screaming out in pleasure. Itâs not long before your orgasm hits. Slick gushes out around his cock as he keeps fucking into that spongy spot and spanking your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as liquid spurts from your pussy and coats his cock and balls, making a mess all over the sheets.
It feels like electricity is coursing through your body from how intense you cum. Your fingers and toes curl in on themselves as your cunt pulses and clenches down on his cock.
âFuck yes,â Jeonghan growls, as he keeps pounding into your fluttering pussy. âDidnât know you were a squirter, little girl. So fucking sexy.â
It only takes a few more thrusts for him to bury himself deep inside your cunt and release his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like itâs something holy. Jeonghan fucks his cum deeper inside you, making no move to slip out of your spent pussy.
However, youâre not done. Far from it, actually.
Jeonghan quickly flips you on your back, one hand on your hip and his other on your thigh. Heâs spreading you open and holding you down as he starts to roll his hips into you. A deep groan leaves his mouth every time you clench down on him.
âDaâaddy!â You cry out at a particularly sharp thrust that slams against your sweet spot and has you clenching violently around him, teetering on the edge already.
Jeonghan smirks, loving what a cock hungry slut you are. Not that heâs any better. Heâs already addicted to your sweet little cunt.
âI know, honey, I know,â he coos in a sickly sweet voice as he continues to fuck you deep and hard. âDaddyâs cock feels good, huh?â
You nod stupidly, all coherent thoughts long gone from your mind. âUh-huh. Feels soâso good!â
Jeonghan spits on your pussy as you grasp the sheets underneath you. Youâre dripping all over him, making an obscene squelching noise every time his cock hits deep inside your tight pussy. He loves the way your pretty pussy opens up to let his aching cock inside. The way you grip him is the hottest sight heâs ever seen, and he knows nothing will ever compare.
âDaddy,â you mewl, barely able to think.
The only thing on your mind is that you want him to cum inside you again. You canât voice your thoughts because an orgasm rocks your body all over again. Jeonghan laughs delightedly, loving how you keep wetting his dick with your orgasms.
âDirty little girl,â he growls, bullying his cock into you harder than before. âMaking such a mess on daddyâs cock.â
You mewl again, âI needâŠâ
âNeed what, baby?â Jeonghan coaxes as he starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. âSay it. Tell daddy what you need, honey.â
âN-Need you toâ!â His voice is so sweet that all you can do is break off into another moan. Your pussy tightens and stains his cock with more cream. All you can smell is sex and Jeonghanâs cologne. It only pushes you close to the edge once again.
Jeonghan laughs softly and fucks into you just a little harder, âYou need me to...? Use your words, little girl. Daddy canât give you what you want if you donât tell him. Better hurry before your mom wakes up and finds you getting fucked like the nasty whore you are.â
That wonât happen, but you donât need to know that. Although he can tell the thought of your mom catching you in their bed, fucking like animals, turns you on.
âCum inside me, daddy. Please.â
Your words are slightly slurred and completely fucked out, and Jeonghan bites his lip before smirking down at you. Thereâs no way he can deny you his seed, especially when youâre asking him so nicely.
âThere you go, honey. Take all of daddyâs cum like a good little slut.â
You and Jeonghan moan together when he spills his hot cum inside you. He fucks it into you like the last two times, loving how your tight pussy flutters and pulses around him. Youâre such a good girl that you thank him repeatedly through a moan.
The rest of the night you two fuck in every position possible. Jeonghan is insatiable, and youâre tired and completely fucked out before he even thinks about letting you off his cock.
Jeonghan has your back pressed against his chest, a strong arm wrapped around your neck as he pounds you into his mattress. All of your previous orgasms leak on the sheets beneath you as you cry and gasp from the overstimulation. It all feels so good, but you donât think you can handle any more.
âDaddy,â you whimper pathetically. âC-Canât cum anymore.â
It feels like your head is starting to spin as his cock splits your pussy open. Jeonghan pounds into your g-spot relentlessly, cock swelling when he sees the tears streaming down your face. His cock twitches and throbs because despite your words, youâre still moving your hips to meet his thrusts.
Your stepdad smirks meanly. âIs that why you keep rutting against me like a nasty slut, little girl?â
You cry out when Jeonghan releases you and sits up to roughly smack your ass. He repeats the harsh motion until youâre screaming in pleasure. Your cunt clenches around him, hips involuntarily bucking back in an attempt to force his fat dick deeper into your tiny little pussy. Itâs like an automatic reaction, but your stepdad loves it.
âJust lay there and let daddy breed you, honey,â Jeonghan growls when you give him another weak orgasm. He groans and smacks your ass as he forces the juices out of your soiled cunt with every snap of his hips. âBe a good cock sleeve for me.â
âWant it so bad, daddy!â You cry out, pussy fucked raw yet still so desperate for another one of his hot loads. âBreed me like the slut I am.â
âWant you to scream for me, baby.â Jeonghan moans as his head falls back. He pounds into your hot cunt harder, gripping your hips tighter as he chases his orgasm, using your pussy to get himself off. âLet your mother know how much you love your stepdadâs cock.â
âDADDY!â You scream at the top of your lungs, almost hoping your mom will walk upstairs and see her husband stuffing you full of cum on their marital bed.
Jeonghan cries out as his balls tighten up. His moan is loud as you cry out in pleasure, your pussy involuntarily giving him a fifth orgasm as he spills rope after rope of cum into your sopping pussy. He fucks you nice and deep, whispering filthy praises in your ear the entire time.
Your stepdad lets out a low hiss as he pulls his softening cock out of your sloppy pussy. He licks his lips and forces his cum back in with three of his fingers, pressing so deep into you that his wedding band touches your puffy little pussy lips, making you whine.
âSuch a good little girl,â Jeonghan coos as he fingers his cum back into your pussy with a filthy smirk. âMy pretty little slut.â
Youâre completely fucked out, feeling completely satiated as you slump into the bed. You mewl softly when Jeonghan pulls you into his arms and starts to rub soothing circles on your pussy.
âSleep, baby. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
He presses a gentle kiss on your temple, and just like that youâre out like a light.
Jeonghan smirks into your hair when your breathing evens out and you fall into a deep sleep. Thereâs no better feeling than knowing his plan worked perfectly.
Admittedly, your mom played a significant role. With her insecure and angry personality, it was easy to make himself look like the victim. Faking the maudlin expressions and crushed spirit was easy enough, especially since youâve always been so empathetic. Getting his wife to stay out all night was easy since he always lied and told her heâd be at the bar. She went looking for him every single time not knowing he was at home, fucking his fist to the thought of you.
And then there was the final act.
Inviting his unsuspecting wife for a drink was easy enough. Despite all of the fighting, she still wanted to have Jeonghan to herself. She couldnât have known that he spiked her drink so he could stage the perfect tragedy. It worked perfectly since you didnât think twice about believing him.
Everything has worked out as he hoped, and now all he has to think of is the future with his true beloved. You.
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Pairing: Jeonghan x reader.
Warnings: clingy Hanni.
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"y/n, what are you doing awake at this hour?"Â Jeonghan yawned as he walked into the kitchen.
"I wasn't sleepy, so I was getting breakfast ready,"Â you replied while chopping some vegetables on the kitchen counter.
A lazy Jeonghan approached you and rested his chin on your shoulder; he enjoyed doing that and watching what you were doing, it was a perfect excuse to spend time with you while youâre doing the household chores. However, this time he didnât seem very interested in just watching your cooking skills.
"Letâs go to the bed," he said lazily, "Iâll grab something on the way to work."
"Just strawberry milk isnât breakfast," you chuckled softly, not paying much attention, "Iâm almost done, I just need to fry..."
"No," he interrupted, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I want you to come right now."
"Do you need some cuddles?"Â you whispered in his ear. Jeonghan didnât say anything, just placed a delicate kiss on your shoulder and rested the side of his face against yours, gently caressing your cheek against his.
The moments of silence and everyday life were something you both enjoyed; just being in each otherâs company felt like something you never wanted to part from. Jeonghan slid his hands under your pajamas to gently caress your belly; you always told him you didnât like it, but he didnât care, your skin was too soft and warm to resist. It brought him so much peace to feel you close.
However, it wasnât the proper opportunity to do soâŠ
"Jeonghan," you murmured, he made an unintelligible sound, " can I at least clean all this mess?"
"No," he held you tighter, pressing his chest against your back, "Iâll drag you if you donât come right now."
"At least let me wash my hands so I donât smell like onions..."
"Alright."
You waited a few seconds for him to let go, but he still clung to your body; you even thought he might fall asleep right there. You sighed as if accepting defeat.
"You're not going to let go of me, are you?"
Jeonghan laughed and hid his face in the nook of your neck.
"No."
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summary: keeping appearances as an idol was already hard enough, but it becomes even worse upon finding a forlorn jeonghan with need of assistance with the company's faulty security system, instantly becoming endeared with the idol who refused to take no for an answer â not that you'd ever want him to.
content: idol!jeonghan x hybeidol!reader, f2l, meet-cute, very unrealistic schedules for idols lol, jeonghan is a menace, a lot of will they wont they, reader plays hard to get, afab reader, small age gap implied, one mention of the word oppa as a honorific (sorry</3), reader is mentioned to be international (no specific race, just not born in korea), smut, dry humping, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 11.7k
a/n: this fic is based on this scenario, except i decided to expand on it and make it into a full fic!!
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"Hey, is that Yoon Jeonghan from Seventeen?", asked Minji as she patted your shoulder, finger pointing towards your right.
"Who?", you wondered, attempting to make sense of the distressed man standing in front of the main artist elevators in the building, "Oh, yeah, I think that's him," you said once you spotted his face, deeming it impossible to not recognize a face such as his.
"Why is he just standing there?", she wondered, holding onto your arm in the affectionate manner she usually did, "Do you think it's that elevator thing again?" she faced you to ask.
"What elevator thing?"
"Apparently he went on a variety show and complained about the company's security system. It was a whole controversy, but I guess the facial recognition doesn't work for him for some reason," she informed you before chuckling at the sight of Jeonghan sighing in defeat at yet another failed attempt at utilizing the aforementioned system, "I thought it was a bit, but I guess he was for real."
"Huh," you hummed, having been unaware of the issue. The system worked just fine for you and all your members, so you never had any motive to question it. Your senior, however, had clear issues with the system. Within the two minutes you had noticed his presence, he had already attempted the facial recognition three times, getting rejected every single one of them.
"You should help him," your groupmate suggested, "I would, but my manager will be here soon for my shoot. You only have rehearsals today, right? You're heading that way anyway."
"What? No!" you declined, "I always get anxious around our seniors. I've never even met him," you added, far too shy to even face the pretty boy during his predicament.
Disconnecting from you, she grabbed onto your shoulders, scolding you, "Dude, just go help him! This is how you make connections. You give him a hand and then he gives you one back," she said, physically turning you around so you could face his direction, hands still on your shoulders, "Go! My ride's probably already here anyways. Good luck," she encouraged as she pushed you forward, making you absentmindedly begin walking towards the boy.
Taking a breath, you began to walk towards the boy who seemed to grow more and more frustrated at the faulty security system. The closer you got, the more you could hear his whines in complaint. It appeared that he had taken up a phone call during the time you'd been talking to your friend, frustratedly arguing with whoever was on the other line.
"Seokminnie, c'mon! Just come down! I'll buy you soju after practice," he whined, groaning at whatever response his groupmate had given him in return, "My manager already left ... Yeah .... No! Stop! Just come down! I'm your senior and- Wait! Don't hang up!", he groaned at last upon hearing the classic sound of a disconnected line invade his ears.
It was only then that he seemed to notice your presence, widening his eyes momentarily before offering you a brief bow to acknowledge your presence. Moving aside, he gave you enough space to stand in front of the elevator, quietly awaiting for you to utilize the security system, likely assuming you had not heard his prior predicament. He gestured for you to move forward, acting as if he were being a gentleman in allowing you to go first.
You approached the small facial recognition screen, about to scan your face before turning to him, finding the boy staring at you expectantly, "You need me in order to use the elevator, don't you?", you asked him, amused.
"Huh?", he gaped at you, tsk'ing afterward and making an odd 'Eyyy' sound, "I'm just being a gentleman. Go ahead," he gave you a tight yet amused smile.
You chuckled in return, "Liar," you were surprised at how easy it was to be informal with him, but he was immediately likable, "Ask me to help you and maybe I might," you added, giving him a satisfied smile.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I'm your senior â Whatever happened to respect?", he joked, tsk'ing at you once more. He proceeded to walk towards you, pushing his face onto the scanner and ignoring your presence altogether, "I'll do it, see," he practically challenged, attempting the scanner once more.
Unsurprisingly, he was met with a red X and a beeping sound that indicated yet another failure to be recognized by the system. This caused him to stand there in silence for a few seconds before whining 'Yah!' and cursing out the security system.
Clearing his throat, he straightened up again, facing you once more, "Sorry about that. Your turn," he gestured to you to move forward again, stepping out of your way.
Both amused and surprised, you decided to finally utilize the scanner on yourself, smiling at him with a satisfied look when it immediately allowed you in. Turning to him, you nodded at him to get in before you, only for him to gesture for you to go first. Something about 'ladies first.'
"You owe me one," you said once you were both in the elevator again, standing side by side as you faced the closing door.
"Nuh-uh. This was just a coincidence. You needed to head upstairs anyways," he rebutted petulantly.
"Yeah? So you don't need me to help you get to your floor, then, right?", you questioned mockingly, knowing he would also have to work the scanner in order to get the door to open to Seventeen's designated floor. There were far too many steps to get to the artists' floors, but it made sense to you by now.
Upon the realization, he groaned, letting himself throw his head back against the wall behind him as he earned a giggle from you. He frowned in your direction at your laugh, though he joined you with a chuckle just mere seconds later.
"Okay, fine. I owe you," he gave up, still leaning against the wall behind but turning his head to look at you, "What can Yoon Jeonghan do for you?"
You pretended to mull over it for a few seconds, finger on your chin as you thought it over, "I have no idea. I'll let you know," you finally responded, "Okay, so, what floor?", you asked as your finger moved to the buttons on the elevator door.
"13th," he responded, now casually leaning back against the wall.
"Oh? The second highest floor. You're an important man, aren't you?", you teased, pressing his button before moving onto your group's number 9.
"Nine?," he gaped, "Seems I'm higher on the company hierarchy than you, yet you show me no respect," he joked back.
"Shut up. I'm going out of my way for you. Senior or not, you owe me. Those are the rules of all civilized society," you argued back.
"Okay, how about," he began, pressing his hands together as if making a proposition, "I see you downstairs every morning bright and early with a fresh cup of coffee in exchange for your face â y'know, for the scanner. How's that sound?", he proposed, a pleased smile on his face at your agape mouth.
"Every morning? Do you not have any friends?", you asked as the elevator continued to move up.
"Do you see anyone here? They all get here before me. You seem pretty friendless. C'mon. Free coffee, good company. I'll even play one of your group's songs in my next Welive. See? Can't get any better than that," he continued to sell his idea as the elevator came to a stop, now at his floor but demanding yet another facial scan to even exit the elevator.
"God, the security's too much," he groaned upon noticing the prompt on the small screen inside the elevator, "C'mon!", he turned to you, "Try to tell me that's not unnecessary."
You gave up, nodding as you chuckled, though not making a move to scan your face.
"Say yes. Please," he dragged the e for an annoyingly long amount of time, grinning when you rolled your eyes but laughed, "I'll keep going. Just agree. What better way to spend your time than with Yoon Jeonghan?"
"What makes you think I even knew that name before today?", you challenged.
"You do. Don't lie to me, it won't work," he smirked back before going back to being annoying again, "Come on-"
"Fine! I'll meet you downstairs every morning expecting a fresh matcha in hand â I don't drink coffee. But you still owe me," you agreed, extending your hand to him to solidify the agreement.
"No coffee? Ew. But okay, deal," he returned your handshake, holding onto your hand for an annoying amount of time, pretending as if he were unaware of when to let go and waiting for you to pull his hand off yours with another eye roll. He chuckled any time he managed to get a reaction out of you, leading you to realize he must be an absolute menace to every person he comes across. Sadly, he was charmingly entertaining, leaving you with no complaints.
Finally, you scanned your face on the screen, letting him walk in front of you to head out. Before the elevator doors could close and separate again, he held his arm out to stop them, nodding towards you.
"What's your name? I like you," he said plainly, head tilted in curiosity.
"Y/N," you said, "Please don't introduce yourself again-"
"Yoon Jeonghan," he interrupted anyways, "Remember that. We'll be having fun in the near future," were his last words before removing his hand and allowing the elevator doors to separate you, likely heading over to his groupmates upon leaving your line of sight.
Silver doors closed in front of you, now leaving you to your own company. Dumbfounded yet amused by the interaction, you stood there as you waited for the elevator to arrive to your floor, robotically scanning your face on the door once you made it there and exiting the square-shaped room upon arrival. There, you stood with the remnant of a shocked smile on your face, surprised at how easy it had been to put any concept of age or seniority aside when interacting with Yoon Jeonghan. While you always had the tendency of being overly formal with your seniors, you had spoken to Jeonghan like you would any guy your age, disregarding formalities as soon as he'd spoken to you.
You didn't truly need any convincing to agree to see him again. On the contrary, had he not suggested as such, you would've remained with an itch to find a reason for a re-encounter. Like any other junior idol at a company with big names such as BTS and Seventeen, developing a slight crush on your seniors was the normalcy â your groupmates Minji and Lila had crushes on BTS' V and Seventeen's Vernon, respectively â and it appeared that you were now joining them in the list of girls with unrequited crushes.
Jeonghan was, what, maybe five or so years older than you? The age difference alone was enough for you to chalk this up to a mindless crush. That, and the kindergarten teacher voice he had put on while speaking to you â clearly he made a very obvious distinction about your age difference right off the bat.
As of now, all you could do was hope to see him again (which, thankfully, you would) and retain the fun back and forth he'd welcomed you in on. Friendzone was one thing, but junior-zone? At least you now had a story to let your members in on next dance practice.
"Hey, it's you again."
"God, announce yourself next time," you groaned, hand clutching your heart at the short-lived shock of Yoon Jeonghan suddenly bumping your shoulder whilst walking down one of the many endless hallways of the Hybe building.
"I said 'hey,'" he shrugged, continuing to walk by your side, "So, where are we going?"
"Who's 'we,'" you scoffed, "I'm going to buy lunch," you said, continuing to walk as he remained by your side.
"Great, I was thinking of getting something to eat too," he agreed, humming to himself afterwards.
"Okay, so I guess we're having lunch together, then," you hummed back, resigned to your senior's company.
"You catch on quickly, I like that," he gave you a closed-lip grin, "We're going to be seeing each other quite often, might as well start now."
Crossing the doors to the cafeteria, you headed to the lunch area to pick up something to eat, Jeonghan following right behind you and annoyingly picking out the same exact lunch as you, piece by piece. You simply looked back at him with a menacing stare, only causing a bigger grin out of him. Once you made it to the cashier area, your hand made its way to your bag with the intent to pull out your card only to be stopped by one Yoon Jeonghan who had been quicker to scan his own. You had had no plans of preventing him from buying his own meal, but you had also not expected him to pay for your own.
"Wait, you don't have to-"
"Too late," he grinned, walking past you before looking over his shoulder and nodding at you to follow him.
Heading over to a two-seater table, you followed him, taking a seat right across from him. The place was empty sans another duo of two idols eating on the opposite side of the large cafeteria, so you didn't feel too strange at the idea of being spotted with a senior idol.
Sitting across from him, you took note of how lax and confident his demeanor was. It must be nice, you thought. It was quite the opposite for you, especially considering the dynamic between you. This wad a first for you â the whole sharing a meal with a senior from one of the groups that inspired you to become an idol in the first place. You had interacted with some of your seniors before, but you had not had the chance of befriending any of them thus far, much less grab their attention in the same way you had caught Jeonghan's.
It made you feel anxious to be one-on-one with him in such an exposed setting. You knew that within the walls of Hybe, interacting with idols was not seen as odd nor would it lead to any sort of scandal, but you also worried that it might seem strange due to your gender and age difference. However, Jeonghan somehow managed to make you feel more relaxed and less proper than you likely would with any other idol.
"What are you thinking about?" he nodded at you as he sipped at his water, interrupting your thoughts.
"Nothing," you replied, beginning to pay mind to the food in front of you, "You didn't have to pay for my meal, by the way."
"You're clearly thinking about something. I can hear those thoughts cooking in there all the way from here," he chuckled, " â and I'm a gentleman and your senior, of course I had to pay," he shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing.
"Don't you have friends?", you asked bluntly, forking at your meal as he snickered at you.
"This is the second time you come after my social life, okay ... Ignoring your disrespect, I do have friends. Twelve of them, actually, maybe even more," he informs you in a 'ha, told you so!' type of tone.
Now was your turn to laugh, unable to take him too seriously, "So, does their facial recognition not work either? Are you so annoying they won't share a meal with you?," you tilted your head mockingly.
"You're better company," he shrugged at you, "Not sure how I never noticed you before, but hey, never too late, right?"
"You barely know me," you grumbled.
"Yeah, and I'm working on that. Keep up!", he chastised, tapping the table.
"You're gonna get me into a scandal for hanging out with me so shamelessly," you reminded him, but made no attempt to leave the situation.
"Who's going to see us?", he looked around, spotting the two other people (sans staff) in the room, "Hanjin from TWS? That's my junior, he'd never say a word. Plus, this is just innocent senior-junior fraternizing, don't worry too much," he tsk'd, leaning back against his seat in a relaxed manner once more.
"You're too relaxed for your own good. How have you never been in a scandal before?", you gaped at him, swatting his hand when his hand made its way to your plate, grabbing at a fry, "Are you like this with all your juniors?"
"Oh? You've been keeping up with me? How do you know im scandal-less? And nope, I already told you â I like you."
"Is it surprising to you that I'd keep up with one of the biggest groups in Kpop?," you feigned disinterest, "Okay, if you like me so much, can I drop the honorifics, then?", you tried, matching the amused grin he gave you.
"Hmm," he pondered for a moment, "I'll let you speak to me informally if you make a compromise with me," he paused, waiting for you to nod for him to continue, "I want you to call me oppa," he grinned.
His shit-eating grin reached all the way to his ears, making you scowl at him. Due to your age difference and the overall senior-junior dynamic of your relationship, it was not an ordinary request for a senior to ask you to call him oppa, thus causing his amusement at his own request. Usually, you'd call seniors like him sunbae or by their full name considering that you were nowhere close enough to him to call him oppa, but his grin told you that he'd be far too pleased to have you calling him by that honorific rather than a more formal alternative.
"No," you deadpanned, "Anything else, just-"
"Fine. Since we're officially friends now, you can call me what all my friends call me; Jeonghannie â Hannie if you're feeling particularly friendly," he continued grinning at you with a pleased look in his eye.
"Hold on, since when are we friends?", you chuckled slapping his hand away from your plate once more, "God! Was there any point in buying my meal if you're just gonna keep eating from it?", you groaned, not truly annoyed but still bugged by the man.
"You've got a short fuse," he noted, "That only makes this even more fun, you realize that, right?" he said as he chewed on what were formerly your fries.
"You're going to be trouble for me at some point, aren't you?", you wondered out loud, chuckling at how pleased he was.
"No, you are â trust me," he said almost to himself.
God damn him, was he flirting with you? Throughout the past few hours of knowing him, you'd been pretty sure he just enjoyed banter by nature, not that he was just singling you out in order to flirt with you. Maybe he was just a flirtatious person by nature? Regardless, your original statement was correct â he was going to cause you trouble one way or another.
Unfortunately to all, the rest of your day was not nearly as eventful as the first few hours (courtesy of Yoon Jeonghan). Leaving the artist designated floors did not require face-scanning, so your duties for the man ended quickly after your lunch together.
For the remainder of the day, you engaged in your diligent idol duties as you practiced and recorded with your groupmates. You'd hoped to catch another glimpse of the flirtatious boy who had caught your attention earlier, but you went home without any more contact. You would've been disheartened by this had you not known he'd be waiting for you by the elevators the following morning.
You had chosen not to tell your bandmates about your interactions with Jeonghan. Although he had been right about you being safe to interact with each other inside the walls of Hybe, you were only on your first year after debut, so the paranoia of insisting your first scandal was far too big to risk anything. Still, you were not about to actually deny him of more time spent together; you'd grown to enjoy his company too much for that.
In your seemingly endless train of thought, you're startled by the sudden presence next to you as you stand by the Hybe elevators. You'd arrived at the same time you had yesterday, assuming Jeonghan would also be present as he was the day prior. After waiting for ten minutes, you were rewarded with another mini heart attack caused by him.
"You're kinda skittish, aren't you?", he laughed, hand giving you a pat on the shoulder as a form of greeting, "Waited for me long?"
"Nope," you responded, turning to look at him, finding him holding two cups on a single, strangely large hand, "Is that my matcha?", you asked, hand reaching out to grab it from him only to be met with resistance from the boy.
"Aht aht," he chastised, "No 'good morning'? No 'you look really handsome today, oppa'? Where did your manners go?", he bit his lip in amusement at himself (and likely at the scowl that formed on your face).
"Yoon Jeonghan, if you don't give me that damn drink I'm leaving you stranded down here," you threatened, snatching the drink from his hand and sipping it with annoyance.
"You wouldn't," he mocked, "Anyways, go on," he gestured for you to step forward in order to scan your face, raising his eyebrows when you didn't make a move to help, "I can get even more annoying," he threatened.
"Fine," you grumbled, scanning your face and stepping into the elevator.
Once settled inside the small box, Jeonghan stood next to you, taking micro side steps in order for his shoulder to brush against yours. When that didn't get your attention, he opted to clear his throat, chuckling at the glimpse of an eye roll he got from where he was standing. As a last effort, his shoulder bumped yours in a more notorious way, finally grabbing your annoyed attention.
"What?," you hissed.
"Okay, first of all, let's calm down. Second of all, I need your face for a little longer today," he winced at your reaction, "I know, I know, but you promised," he reminded you.
"I never promised anything," you scowled, although interested in the idea of seeing him outside of the elevator again, "What do you want?"
"Just need to stop by to see Mingyu in floor 11 for a few minutes â Mingyu, you know him, right? All your friends are probably crushing on him, everyone is. Anyways, it'll be just five minutes and then I'll leave you alone," he went on, hand on your shoulder as he gave you those gigantic and irresistible bug eyes of his.
"What if I'm busy?", you asked, knowing you truly weren't.
"You're not. Senior or not, you would've already told me to fuck myself if I were getting in the way of your work," he said with confidence.
"Fine," you sighed as you dragged out the e, pressing the correct button in order to take Jeonghan to his destination. The elevator ride was short but taken up by Jeonghan making short quips in order to make you laugh. Unfortunately, he was too naturally charismatic for his own good.
Finally stopping at the correct floor, Jeonghan got off the elevator while you remained inside, thinking that maybe it was a good idea to just wait for him in there. This wasn't a common hour for other idols to head in or out of the building anyway, so the elevators would likely remain unused while you waited.
Jeonghan had a different idea, however, standing at the entrance of the elevator as he looked back at you expectantly, nodding his head for you to follow him. When you silently shook your head at him, he groaned annoyingly, reaching to grab onto your hand and pull you to him.
"If you wanted me to hold your hand so badly you could've just said so," he mocked, squeezing it as he pulled you to him. You attempted to let go of his hand, but his grip was too harsh. It's not that you didn't want to hold it, but more like you were too nervous to do so, which he likely caught on to but didn't care for.
"What, scared someone will see us?", he snickered, "Would it be that terrible to be spotted holding hands with me? I'd be the best dating scandal of your life," he giggled, voice growing louder when you laughed along with him, "Oh! A smile? So you do like me, huh?"
"God, are you this flirty with everyone?", you groaned, squeezing his hand extra hard until he winced, giggling at your attempt to harm him.
"You're just fun to rile up," he confessed, leading you to a door you'd never seen before, "This is a shared studio a few Seventeen members use. Ever met any of them?", he asked as he stopped in front of the door, still not letting go of your hand.
"Am I meeting them now?", your eyes widened, "We did a dance challenge with Seungkwan and Vernon, but that's it," you revealed, using the correct honorifics for both that you did not use for Jeonghan.
"So formal. Cute," he snickered, "Well, you're about to meet a few more. Don't be nervous," he started, "If you're able to keep up with me, they'll like you. You're hard not to like," he smiled in a comforting way, not snickering at you for the first time ever.
Before you could respond, the door opened from the other side, revealing who you knew to be Boo Seungkwan of Seventeen with an annoyed scowl on his face, only dropping it upon seeing you.
"Yah! Yoon Jeongha- Oh, hi!", he interrupted himself halfway through his nagging as soon as he saw you, eyes going from Jeonghan's to yours to your interlocked hands, causing his head to tilt in curiosity, "We've met, right?," he bowed, uttering your name and offering you a smile, "Are you holding her hostage?", he asked towards Jeonghan, noting his tight grip on your hand.
"This is my new friend," Jeonghan introduced you despite Seungkwan having already said your name, gesturing towards your interlocked hands, "She's helping me out lately."
Without further explanation, Seungkwan moved aside in order to let the two of you in. Throughout it all, Jeonghan refused to let go of your hand, toying with your fingers at times. Inside were three more members who you could recognize to be Kim Mingyu, Jeon Wonwoo and Lee Jihoon. As a fresh junior in the company, the name of every single senior was common knowledge to you. Not only was Seventeen a huge name in the industry, but they were one of the biggest names within the company itself. You'd also spotted their loud interactions throughout the building a few times in the past.
â This was one of the reasons as to why your heart began going a mile a minute the moment you walked in to the room to find the three men (along with Jeonghan and Seungkwan) staring at you with a curious look in their eye.
Bowing at every member, you meep'd out a quick 'hello' and stalked behind Jeonghan, who only chuckled at your shy demeanor, "Don't be shy. They don't bite," he squeezed your hand.
"Uh, Jeonghan? Do you have a hostage?", asked Wonwoo, reaching out to you to shake your free hand in introduction, "Hi, I'm Wonwoo. Sorry about him," he gestured towards Jeonghan with a chuckle.
"Your emotional support toys weren't enough? Upgraded to a human now?", Mingyu joined in, also offering you a handshake, "I saw your group's last comeback. Great job," he praised, offering you a genuine smile.
Jihoon remained silent as he sat with his eyes glued to his equipment, simply humming and nodding along to every statement leaving their lips. He seemed slightly disinterested, but not rude about it. Jihoon appeared more so amused by Jeonghan's shenanigans, not questioning your presence whilst remaining welcoming of it.
"I'm just here to record my part. Jihoon's been nagging me for a week," he whined, moving to drop himself on the couch and pulling you along with him by the hand. Your interlocked hands began to become clammy, but Jeonghan made no move nor mention to fix that, so you simply ignored it too.
"You're mean," said Wonwoo, "Be mindful of your junior, she looks nervous," he scolded lightheartedly, "You okay? Want a water or something? Did he just steal you or is there a story behind this?", he nodded towards your hands, voice soothing your nerves.
They were all overly likable, which made sense considering their decade-long career as idols. Their fan service must be amazing, you thought to yourself.
Before you could respond, Jeonghan interrupted, "I'm borrowing her face for the scanner in the artists' elevator," he explained, "It's an exchange of goods and services, no hostages here," he nodded to himself, "And we're new best friends, clearly," he grinned as he gestured to your hands, squeezing once again.
Seungkwan chuckled, "There'd be no need for that if you just rode with me in the mornings," he rolled his eyes, taking a seat to the other side of you on the couch.
"You get up at four in the morning, I'm not insane," whined Jeonghan, "and this way I get to hang out with my new friend. Win-win."
You gave a tight-lipped smile in response, rolling your eyes at him and earning a chuckle from the other boys in the room.
"You're going to have to let go of her hand to go into the recording room," Jihoon spoke up, turning around on his chair to look at Jeonghan on the couch and chuckling lowly when his reaction was an exaggerated groan.
"I take what I said back; you are a hostage. Don't leave, I'll be right back," he turned to you before heading over to the small recording room located inside the studio.
Laughing, you nodded, settling comfortably on the couch as you watched him from your spot. The other two men who remained standing made their way to the couch sitting near you as Wonwoo handed you a cold water bottle with a smile. Meanwhile, you watched Jeonghan head into the room, making his way to the mic and putting on the large headphones hanging nearby.
With a few coughs to clear his throat, he began harmonizing with the melody Jihoon turned on as soon as he stepped foot in the small room. Jeonghan's voice immediately flowed perfectly with the music, following Jihoon's directions to perfection as he recorded the lines instructed to him. You were completely distracted by the sight of him in his element that you were unable to pay attention to your surroundings. There were no nerves in you at your current predicament when you were so absorbed by him.
But as soon as he started singing, he finished, letting out another loud cough before exiting the room and making his way to your side again, practically demanding your hand once more.
"They were right," he nodded once you gave him your hand, looking down at you from your seat on the couch, "You're my new emotional support object, sorry," he shrugged, helping you up by pulling at your hand.
With goodbyes as quick as your introduction had been, Jeonghan led you to the door before being interrupted by Jihoon speaking up, "Bring her around more often. You were way more efficient and less annoying this time," he hummed to himself, laughing when Seungkwan began to laugh at his statement. Before you could leave, Seungkwan offered you a hug, though your hand remained on Jeonghan's.
Once in the hallway, Jeonghan turned to you and laughed, "They like you," he sing-sang, "Guess I get to keep you around."
"Is it up to me at all?", you huffed half-heartedly.
"Nope. Let's go," he grinned once more, pulling another laugh from you.
Jeonghan's shenanigans and your daily meetings every morning continued very consistently. It was rare when you'd show up at the elevators at the exact same agreed time and not find him there waiting for you with a drink in hand.
Your interactions only grew more and more friendly with time, with you rolling your eyes at him time and time again and him insisting on dragging you with him for other errands every so often. Fortunately, the news of you two being on friendly terms did not seem to go past a few other idols in the building. Strangely enough, it was rare to actually bump into other artists in the vast space that Hybe covered.
Only a few weeks into knowing Jeonghan and the annual Hybe Game Caterers event came up. This was something he brought up occasionally whilst sharing an elevator ride with you â and even through text every so often, as he had charmed you for your phone number just a few days in.
Being Hybe's newest group, you couldn't help the nerves you felt in appearing at Hybe's second ever Game Caterers event. With big names such as Seventeen, BTS, TXT and such, you felt completely out of your league even being present. You knew it was an amazing opportunity to get new audiences interested in your group, but you barely knew any other groups or idols on a personal level. It wasn't as if you could stalk behind Jeonghan during the event, which meant you'd simply have to rely on your own charm in order to gain some screen time.
Jeonghan, in the meantime, insisted you team up with him in any games that may allow for it. Despite your insistence that he pretend not to know you during the event, he'd cackle and promise he'd make sure to gift you some of his own screen time â how? he didn't explain, which made you even more anxious at the idea.
Once the day of the games came, you felt far more relaxed. This was your first time seeing such popular faces so up close, not having had the chance to attend any comeback shows nor award shows at the same time as the bigger names in Kpop. However, despite all nerves you could've felt, they were all far too charismatic, making you realize that Jeonghan's personality was simply an outlier; he had his own charm, but overall he was a menace to your sanity.
He continued to prove this to you throughout the event, constantly keeping his eyes on you and winking any time it was his turn to do something that might entertain you. Unfortunately for yourself, it worked every time, making you cackle at all his dumb acts for your attention.
That was not where he stopped, however. It seemed as if Jeonghan wanted people to know he was seeking out reactions from you. Occasionally, he'd walk over to your group's table, sitting with you all too casually, earning some nervous giggles from your group mates. He played this out by dragging Seungkwan with him and hitting a few other tables afterward. However, you knew his goal had been to be in close proximity with you.
The worst of all had been when teams were assigned randomly, in which Jeonghan had somehow managed to cheat in order to be placed in your team. You were unsure how exactly he had managed to do this, but from your understanding it seemed like his groupmate, Joshua, had gotten assigned to your team, only to be nagged into giving away his spot to Jeonghan.
And so now you stood in a single file line with a red vest laying on your chest, matching with that of Yoon Jeonghan's, who was standing right behind you with a pleased smile on his face.
"Jeonghan," you groaned, turning around to finally acknowledge his presence.
"What?", he feigned dumb, doing his classic cackle at your annoyed expression.
"You really want to ruin my career, don't you?", you scowled, squinting your eyes over the heavy sun shining from behind Jeonghan.
Detecting your discomfort from the sun, Jeonghan grabbed onto your shoulders, side stepping the two of you until it hit his face rather than yours. No word is uttered about his act of kindness as he continued to grin at you in a satisfied manner.
"I'm helping you, c'mon," he tsk'd, "Ever watched Going Seventeen? Wellâ Okay, don't make that face, I know you've seen it, all of Korea has seen it. I can win you any game and get you all the screen time possible," he held his pinky up to you, nudging you until you budged and intertwined yours with his own, "Then you'll be, uh, what are you, fourth gen?," he waited for your reluctant nod, "Okay, you'll be fourth gen's It Girl," his hand went up to ruffle your hair, earning something akin to a growl from you, "We'll be the inter-generational It Couple."
"Couple?," you tilted your head in wonder, "You're an idiot," you murmured, having a hard time hiding your smile at his masterplan.
"It was bound to happen. This whole 'will they won't they' thing we have going on is too good to pass up on," he continued, "C'mon, let's use today as a test-run," he insisted, earning another annoyed reaction from you, this time in the form of a half-hearted fist bump. With one last 'Eyyy' from him, he turned back around to pay attention to the rules of the following game.
Various games came and went, with some being in co-ed groups and others within your already-established groups, but with all of them (without fail) involving some sort of interaction between you and Jeonghan. Continuously aware of the cameras recording, you worried about how your constant interactions would be taken by audiences once the show was edited and posted, but his easy-going disposition made it difficult for you to actually do anything about it.
By the time the recording was over, Jeonghan had made it clear to all his members and yours (and anyone who was paying attention, really) that he had some sort of interest in you. No words nor statements had been needed as his actions made his intentions extremely obvious. You'd received a few teasing glances from his group mates at times (though you were sure they were probably meant for the man in question), making you shy away from Jeonghan, but he never strayed away for too long.
The aftermath of the show was different for everyone involved. Some groups left for other schedules while others went out for a meal with a few staff members. Then there was Jeonghan, who had decided to skip out on a meal with his friends and staff in order to stalk after you and your own group, not saying a word as he followed you to the entrance of Hybe, disregarding any teasing giggles coming from your groupmates. You'd occasionally look back at him, rolling your eyes at him as you held back an entertained smile.
Even as you got into the elevator, he silently followed with a pleased smile, still not speaking a word to justify his presence. It wasn't until your groupmates got off the elevator that Jeonghan actively tried to catch your attention by physically holding you back from exiting the elevator, waving your friends goodbye for you as the doors closed behind them.
With his arms wrapped around your middle, he practically bear-hugged you in order to keep you from leaving, laughing when you half-heartedly attempted to make it out of his hold in order to escape.
"You don't really wanna leave, stop fighting it," he whined, letting you go when you finally halted your attempts, groaning jokingly at his victory.
"Why'd you kidnap me this time?", you asked once you turned around to face him.
He shrugged, "I dunno. Company? Take us to my floor. I have some ramen and beer stashed away in the dressing room," he coerced, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"You're bribing me with food again," you noted, crossing your arms as you pretended to mull it over.
"Well, it appears like that's the only way to get you to hang out with me," he booped your nose, giggling when you scowled at him.
"You have that hard of a time getting girls to give you attention?"
"Hah," he exclaimed, "Girls love me. Not my fault the one I'm into needs to be coerced into spending time with me," he said as the most casual statement uttered by man.
He appeared entirely unaffected by his statement, as if this was not news to you. His flirting had gotten more and more blatant throughout the short time you'd known him, but he had never professed his affections so blatantly. It made sense for him to be so forward now that he had shown everyone his clear interest in you, but having the words said to your face still made you lose your breath for a short moment.
"Ah, speechless, huh?", he grinned, "You can't tell me this comes as a surprise to you," he tilted his head to the side in curiosity, "You're a smart girl, c'mon," he took a few short steps to you, hand coming to push your hair out of your face as you continued to stare at him with a semi-shocked look in your face.
Still inside a closed, yet unmoving elevator, you smacked his hand away in a friendly yet bratty matter, making him chuckle, "Stop, you're gonna get me in trouble," you complained.
Stepping even closer to you, he backed you against a wall, the grin on his face never leaving him. Meanwhile, your brain was overriding itself in figuring out how to react. You let him back you against the wall whilst his hands remained to his sides, not actually caging you and allowing you escape if you really wished for it. Leaning down a bit, he stood face to face with you, once again pushing your hair out of your face before running a lone finger down your cheek as he pouted down at you, cooing in a way some may read as condescending, but actually loving coming from someone like Jeonghan.
"You know that if you actually tell me to fuck off, I will, right?" he muttered, eyes fluttering for the first time ever. His eye contact was usually unmatched, but this time his eyes seemed to begin getting hooded; likely due to the proximity of your faces.
"Yes," you nodded quietly, breath caught in your throat.
"And you know if you stop me right now, I won't go through with this, right?", he followed up, face somehow even closer.
"Uh-huh," you nodded again, eyes matching his own hooded ones.
Nodding to himself, he grinned for a split second before closing the gap, soft and slow in his movements as he pressed his lips to your awaiting ones. The kiss was a mere peck at first, lacking any fluidity or movement. It took your reciprocation for it to become something more, as Jeonghan waited for your arms to make their way to his flat chest before he finally put his hands on you, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you to him.
Finally, his lips moved, opening and wrapping around yours, tongue entering your mouth and coaxing yours to play with his own. Soft yet high sighs left his lips as he hummed into your mouth, kissing you in a way far too sensual for an elevator located in your shared workplace.
A large hand went up to your cheek, holding it delicately as he tilted your face upwards in order to gain optimal access to your mouth. Similarly, your hands traveled north, finding their way to his long hair and pulling at it every time he did something particularly enticing with his tongue. Without your hands on his chest, the empty space between you was reduced when he pulled you closer in order to press your chests together, sighing when he felt your hardened nipples through your lack of bra.
Before it could go too far, however, the menace of a man decided to pull away, chuckling when you followed his lips, still in the daze he'd put you in.
"You didn't push me away," he whispered with a breathy laugh, thumb playing with your bottom lip up until you childishly nibbled at it, getting a 'Yah!' from him and another laugh.
"Count your blessings, I still could," you challenged, knowing you did not mean it at all.
"Are you sure?", he leaned close once more, "So you don't want me to do this again?" he murmured as he lightly pressed his lips to yours again, immediately putting you in another daze.
He pulled away even quicker this time around, laughing at the defeated look on your face at your lack of ability to staying true to your word when it concerned him.
"That's what I thought," chuckled Jeonghan, finally putting some decent space between you, "So, ramen and beer?", he asked, holding his hand up as an offer for you to hold it, humming with a smile when you grabbed it and intertwined your fingers.
"Ramen and beer," you agreed, unable to hold back a smile as you stood side by side once again.
"Ever gonna let me take you on a date outside of this place?", asked Jeonghan a few days after that day in the elevator.
No more kissing had occurred between the two of you, though hand holding remained pretty present in your relationship â though that was a strong word to use. His flirting continued to get worse, and so did the attention he gave you around staff and other idols, but he had not kissed you again nor had he done anything you'd expect from someone who had been quite adamant about his intentions with you.
You hadn't questioned it, simply enjoying it when he did things slightly out of your comfort zone in order to demonstrate his interest. Could you be blamed? It was The Yoon Jeonghan who was after you, after all.
But a few days had been more than enough to drive you up a wall.
Spending almost every day in that elevator with him, at such close proximity, â pondering about when the next kiss would be â was driving you insane. It was obvious to you by now that he wanted you to make the first move when it came to that area of your relationship. As far as he was concerned, he'd simply continue to buy you meals and take up your time (and mind) as much as possible.
This was why you completely ignored his initial question and rebutted with your own.
"Date? When are you going to explain that kiss?," you practically defied him, staring him down as he gave you one of his usual satisfied smiles.
"Explain it? I wanted to kiss you, so I did," he shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth before mouth-feeding you one, "If you want more of that, you're going to have to let me take you on a date."
"Jeonghan," you began, "You know we can't do anything outside these walls. If we get spotted, we're fucked," you stated the obvious.
"C'mon, just let me make you dinner in my apartment. I'll even kick Seungkwan out so we can have some privacy," he smirked, hand reaching out to yours in order to try and entice you further.
"Are you propositioning yourself to me?", you smiled at him, mouth open and tongue touching the roof of your mouth in amusement.
"Good, you're catching on," he smirked to himself, taking a short pause to cough as a way to clear his throat, shaking his head and trying again, "I meant as a date. I'm not that crude."
You sighed again, "Fine," you began, rolling your eyes at the way his face suddenly lit up, "but you have to actually make me dinner. If I show up and there's no candlelit dinner on your table, I'm leaving," you threatened jokingly, unable to picture Jeonghan hosting a date so fancy. He pegged you more as the casual date type of guy.
"Candlelit? I can work with that. Wear something pretty for me then," he added as a condition, poking you with his chopstick to emphasize his point, "If I'm making a fancy dinner, then we need to look the part.
"Okay, then wear something other than sweats. I swear I've never seen you wear anything that's not three times your size," you pointed out his usual fashion style, even referring to this moment in which he was wearing an oversized shirt and oversized sweats to match.
"I'll dress up for you, baby, no need to beg," his lips drew up into a smirk that seemed to never leave his lips for too long, putting down his chopsticks in favor of offering you his pinky, "I'll have my driver take us tomorrow after you're done at the company," he said as you linked fingers, pressing his thumb against your own.
"You better not ruin my career, Yoon Jeonghan," left your mouth, though with mere entertainment in your tone.
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"God, you took it really seriously, didn't you?" you gaped at the dapper Yoon Jeonghan standing in front of you, holding the door open as he reached for your hand in order to let you in.
At the end of the day, your plan had changed a bit, deciding that Jeonghan needed some extra time to get the meal and himself ready for you, and that he wanted you to have time to 'doll yourself up for him' (his words, not yours). And so you went home the following day, took an embarrassing three hours to dress up as pretty as you could â as that strange feminine urge to groom yourself to perfection took over â and had your driver drop you off at the luxury apartment you knew Jeonghan and Seungkwan shared at around 8pm.
The first thing that welcomed you into his home was Jeonghan himself, except he looked very different. You had seen pictures and videos of him dressed to the nines for music videos, awards shows, you name it, but you had never seen the man so insanely put together in the flesh until this moment. Yoon Jeonghan was always a sight to behold, no matter if he was makeup-less and donning a messing man-bun, but the sight in front of you left your mouth agape. He had decided to go for a three-piece suit (too fancy for your taste, but that was likely his intent), chuckling when you rolled your eyes at the bowtie. His makeup was done and his hair beautifully styled. The jury was out on who had out-dressed the other (though it was likely it was Jeonghan).
"Okay, so no bowtie?", he giggled as he closed the door behind you, ripping it off with an ease that was only achievable due to the fact that it was apparently a clip-in and not a real bowtie. As per usual, this caused you to laugh, achieving the goal of its presence.
His hand made its way to your lower back, leading you further into his house as he walked you. It took him an appalling thirty seconds to move closer to you and whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked, granting you a moment of full sincerity with zero banter behind it.
You'd chosen to don a red slip dress, with a red lip and winged eyeliner to match. It wasn't too elegant of a look, but it was perfect for either a candlelit dinner or a night clubbing; you went for versatility, unsure of Jeonghan's unpredictable behavior.
Before you could thank him or blush at his comment, you'd completed the short distance to his dining room that had been just one room away from the entrance. The sight made any other reaction from his compliment leave you, distracting you completely.
It wasn't too elegant nor abnormal for a candlelit dinner, but it still surprised you that Jeonghan had actually followed along with what you'd meant as simple banter â he had actually cooked you and amazing-smelling dinner and lit a few candles throughout the room.
"Dude, this is too much," you gaped, turning back to him, only to be trapped by his arms wrapping around your waist. There was a pleased smile on his face at your astonished reaction.
"You challenged me," he said, eyes squinting at you, "You know better than to challenge me," it was said in a serious tone, though fully in jest, "Can I tell you that you look beautiful again, or would that be cheesy?"
"You can say it as many times as you want," you gave into him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, pulling him a little lower in your direction. He accepted this with no complaint, intertwining his own hands around the small of your back.
"God, stop looking at me like that," he groaned at the smile you were giving him as you looked up at him, his hands continuing to run up and down the small of your back, clearly picking it as a favorite part of your body at the moment.
"Why? What are you gonna do about it?", you challenged him.
"It might've taken me two hours and one extinguisher to cook that dinner, but I'd be willing to let it go to waste," he warned, front teeth digging into the plush of his bottom lip as he stared you down with defiance in his eyes.
You pouted petulantly at him, giving in to his banter for the nth time, "Oh, so you really were propositioning yourself to me the other day, huh?", you cocked your head to the side, raising your brows in challenging manner, "I thought this was meant to be a date and nothing more?"
His hands tightened around you, pulling you close enough for your chests to rub together, huffing out an annoyed breath, "Believe it or not, I don't have enough ingenious in me to keep this conversation going forever. Are you going to let me kiss you or are you going to force us through a subpar dinner I burnt three separate times?", he whined, chuckling halfway through when you giggled at his statement.
"I'm not stopping you," you murmured, leaning up and rubbing your nose against his own as if to dare him to take action.
Never a man to back away from a challenge, Jeonghan's speech ended there, closing the gap between you as his lips landed on your own with a mixture of sensuality and roughness. Loyal to their fidgeting habits, his hands remained on your hips, fingers squeezing the plush there every so often as you let out tiny breaths into his mouth.
It was embarrassing to count the times you'd thought about kissing him ever since that first time, having it invade your mind more often than not in the short period of time between then and now. The soft sounds he'd made into your mouth and the touches of his hands had been imprinted in you, making you silently and pathetically yearn for more as he continued his usual flirtations. Finally arriving at a point where he finally had you completely alone and with no distance imaginable, you let yourself go into the kiss, hoping it would go further than last time. The circumstances were more than agreeable this time around, anyway.
Seemingly, Jeonghan agreed with your silent pleas, slowly walking you over to the couch located somewhere in the large combination of dining room and living room inside his apartment. No words were exchanged, as they would've interrupted the consistent locking of lips, but your gasp was still registered by him when you suddenly felt yourself dip and be manhandled into lying horizontally on the couch.
Now lying down, it was easy for Jeonghan to truly invade all your senses. Still fully clothed, he laid on top of you, knees settling on both sides of your hips as to not lay his entire weight on you. The locking of lips did not seize, continuing as you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. The cocky man chuckled into your mouth at how insistent you seemed in kissing him, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. He had opted for close-mouthed kisses, making you groan at every silent denial for you to deepen the kiss.
"Stop being a little shit," you groaned when he refused to let your tongue enter his mouth for the nth time.
"You want me sooo bad," he grinned, kissing at your cheek as your eyes rolled once more.
"Are you going to be this annoying when you're inside me?," your head turned to the side, making you be the one to avoid his kisses this time around, but that didn't bode well for the boy.
"Yah," he whined, "It's not fun when you do it. Just let me kiss you," he slurred, repositioning himself slightly to let his hips find the height of your own, finally kissing you how you'd been wanting. He disconnected his lips momentarily just a few seconds after, pushing his hips against yours decidedly, "And, for the record, I'll be everything but annoying while I'm fucking you," he murmured as his last words.
That's when his kiss became intense and decided, exploring every inch of your mouth while his hips chased your own with a passion you did not believe Jeonghan could possess. He'd always seemed like the lazier of his members, like he'd he the type to lay back and unbuckle his pants for whoever was lucky enough to get him in bed. However, he had proved to you time and time again that he was actively interested in pursuing you â especially now as he held onto your legs, wrapping them around his waist to ensure his hardness could hit perfectly against the very thin cloth of the panties under your ridden up dress.
"Fuck, you already feel so good," he rasped, lips finding your neck, "Take this pretty dress off for me, yeah?", he nudged at the strap of your dress with his nose, kissing the bare skin he found there.
With only a nod and a whine from you, he got to business, hands reaching behind your back as you arched it to grant him access, blindly unzipping it and lowering the straps from your arms whilst still laying down. An uncharacteristically low groan left him upon discovering your lack of bra, making him look to you with a pained look in his eye before dipping down to kiss at your breasts.
Nimble fingers graced the length of your arms, creating goosebumps in their wake as they one of them reached your breast while the other squeezed at your hip intermittently. One of your breasts was trapped by his hand, the nipple tortured by his thumb while your other breast suffered through licks and nips from his mouth. Heavy sighs were breathed out against your tit m, mixed with the occasional groan as his hips continued canting onto your own. Your dress was uncomfortably bunching at your middle, but it remained in the back of your mind as Jeonghan occupied the rest of it.
It didn't take long for you to grow frustrated at the lack of nudity demonstrated by the man on top of you. Your hands mindlessly pulled at his suit jacket and began pulling it off, only getting it down to his elbows due to his lack of aid in removing it. Next was his button-up, which you fully unbuttoned as his lips came back up to your own, chuckling at your insistence. Once almost undressing him, he finally disconnected your lips, hastily throwing off his top and unbuttoning his pants. He looked down at you with heavy lids as he pulled his pants low enough to uncover his thighs and remain in nothing but his boxers. Next came your panties, which he slowly traced his the tips of his fingers, toying at your puffy cunt through the fabric long enough for you to release a few tortured whines.
"Jeonghan!", you scolded, getting a snicker from him before he actually aided you in the removal of your panties. Lifting your hips, you silently instructed him to throw off your dress the rest of the way, now fully nude under him.
The last piece of clothing separating you were his boxers, much to your despair. Your ached to reach up to a kneeling Jeonghan who continued to stand almost completely still above you, hand pressing at his cock through the cloth as he peered at you as if he wanted to swallow you whole.
"Are you going to do anything?", you complained from under him, hands attempting to reach his cock but being prevented by him, too occupied in taking you in to allow you to touch him.
"I'm enjoying the sight," he hummed, eyes taking turns between your open legs, damp breasts and desperate eyes, "God, I don't even know where to start," he groaned, sounding genuinely pained.
Pained? You could work with that. Maybe this was your turn to tease him as he always did ti you.
Sitting up as best you could whilst under him, you reached up to him, running your hands from his pelvis to his chest, fingers shyly pinching at his nipples. Your mouth found his neck, licking its way to his ear to nibble at the lobe. Within seconds Jeonghan was putty under you, with one of his hands wrapping around you to pull you closer. You kissed sensually at his ear, whispering unspeakable filth into it that had him groaning. Tilting your head to the side, you took a peak at his face. He had a satisfied yet pained look painting his pretty features. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth agape, hiccuping a groan at your words.
"Should've known you were filthy," he grunted, burying his face in your neck, helping you back into your lying position so he could truly bury himself in you, "It's in your eyes ... Always looked at me like you wanted me to take you right in that elevator," he added, hands coming down to messily rid himself of his boxers.
His hips were leveled with your own, almost touching your cunt but not just yet. Without thinking, you canted your hips upward, managing to get his hardness to grace at your cunt just perfectly. This drew a matching groan from both your lips, making Jeonghan cough halfway through his dirty talk.
"Oh, you're that desperate? Okay, pretty, I'll fuck you. Don't need to beg me so much," he mocked, positioning himself to finally enter you, but unable to help himself in teasing your clit with his tip for a few moments in order to draw just a couple more cries from you. With a chuckle, he finally began entering you, gasping a silent groan at the feeling of finally being enveloped by you.
"God," he grumbled, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure, "Tell me when I can move," he practically pleaded.
"Just move," you whined, "It's already good."
Your green light was all he needed to begin pumping in and out of you, gasping out praise every so often. His hands remained on your hips, squeezing at the skin whenever it felt extra good to fuck into you. Clammy skin and lewd sounds of slapping took up all your senses, making you almost miss Jeonghan's words as he began low rambles into your ear.
"Do you even know how long I've wanted you?", he started, breath heavy against your ear, making you want to bury yourself in his skin, "Always wanted to talk to you, but- fuck- but the guys told me I shouldn't as- as your senior," he stuttered in between groans, "But I couldn't let my chance pass when you helped me that day ... We just clicked," he confessed, groaning loudly when you tightened at his unexpected confession.
"Han ...", you sighed, gripping his shoulders as if your life depended on it, "I, fuck, really?"
He nodded against you, kissing the skin he could reach, "I like you so much, you have no idea," he continued, speeding up his hips, "Tell me you like me back," he whined with a bit of humor in his voice. It was impossible for him to let things become too serious for too long â something you really liked about him.
"I like you, Hannie," you humored him, using the nickname he'd asked you to use all those weeks ago, giggling in between sighs of pleasures when he groaned at it.
"Don't call me that right now, you're so mean," he whined, biting lightly at your skin in defiance, "I'm trying to make this fun for you."
"Then keep fucking me," you insisted, "Hannie," you couldn't help but add with a girlish and exaggerated moan.
"You're provoking me? Really? Again? Okay, brat," he huffed, hands finding the back of your legs to wrap them higher on his waist, ensuring his cock could now piston in and out of you in a way that had your eyes rolling back.
Despite his lazy persona, he was a beast as he fucked you, specially after you'd invoked that bratty side of him that couldn't allow you to out-brat him. It was toe-curling to think about how having you under him provoked this side of him to come out; the side that made him lose all inhibitions and break him down to his most animalistic desires as he fucked you. Any lack of energy was replaced by a stamina that made the slapping of skin so embarrassingly loud you couldn't help but blush. That, combined with his nonexistent shyness in letting out every moan threatening to leave his lips made it the most pleasurable experience for you.
"Sound so pretty ... You're driving me crazy," he grunted in a pained chuckle, "Gonna make me cum ... Fuck, come with me? Yeah, pretty? Need to feel you cum around me before I fill you up," he rambled, hand suddenly sneaking between your bodies and attacking your clit without any warning. You could no longer banter with him, too drunk on the feeling to vocalize anything other than mewls of pleasure.
Jeonghan's hips combined with the feeling of his fingers assaulting your clit were all you needed to lose yourself to your orgasm, almost dragging him down with you as you tightened around him.
"F-fuck, you're cumming? Is it that good, baby? Shit, took it so good for me, hmm?", he continued talking you through it, humming back a groan when you tightened just enough for him to reach his own high, "O-oh, God ... C-cumming, shit. Where?", he was frantic in asking, his gigantic eyes growing two times bigger as he looked to yours for guidance, eyebrows furrowing further at every passing second his orgasm threatened to take him down.
"Inside, H-hannie," you sighed out, mellowing out from your former orgasm. Another whine exited your lips at the breathiest cry leaving the pretty boy above you, whining out desperate praise at the privilege it was to cum inside you. It was likely Jeonghan knew about the birth control idols were usually put under, but his reaction told you he was appreciative nonetheless.
"So fucking good .... God, you're so good, so pretty, so perfect," the praise was endless, making you want to be the sole cause of his pleasure until the end of time.
Once finally emptied out, his energetic persona died out quite quickly, instantly morphing himself to your side as he nudged you aside to make space for him on the couch. Being large enough to fit you both, you snuggled together, Jeonghan nuzzling that pointy nose into your hair as you two regained consciousness. It was amusing how easily he morphed into his usual touchy and lazy persona just seconds after fucking you an inch of your life.
"Hmph," he hummed into your skin, nuzzling so much it seemed he was trying to enter your skin, "You're soft after sex, y'know that?", he thought out loud, leaving mindless kisses behind.
"You're so weird," you huffed, jokingly pushing him away but adoring the warmth that pooled in your heart at his whine in complaint, accompanied by him pulling you even closer.
"Yeah, but you like me weird," he reminded you.
You allowed a beat or two of silence to consume you before turning further toward his side, cuddling into him in as the comfort between lovers after sex invaded the room.
"Did you mean what you said?"
He hummed questioningly, too lost in the comfort to think back to what you meant.
"Did you like me before we met in that elevator?", your voice was meek, reminiscent of those mere five minutes of shyness you felt when you first met Jeonghan, soon overtaken by the natural comfort his presence brought upon such a short time.
"Yeah," he stated simply, "Seungkwan sent me a video of your group covering one of our songs in your debut showcase and I thought you were cute," he chuckled fondly at the memory, "Then I saw you at the company a few times and thought you were the cutest thing," he booped your nose annoyingly, "I wasn't planning on doing anything about it, but like I said, we clicked. You looked shy, but the moment I spoke to you, you were fed up of my shit. I liked that about you," he hummed.
You couldn't help laughing at that, "You liked me because I was rude to you?"
"I mean, it's not often that my juniors speak to me like that. It's always so formal," he blegh'd in an exaggerated manner, "I can't really explained it. It was just a gut feeling, y'know?"
You thought back to how comfortable you felt in his presence that first day, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, I know," you smiled as you reached over to find his lips, pecking them sweetly.
"Dinner's probably gone bad by now, by the way," he spoke up after the kiss, guiding your hand to his head for self-indulgent scratches.
"You didn't actually invite me over to have dinner," you reminded him humorously.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "I didn't."
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content: smut, afab reader, lots of banter with the rest of seventeen, jeonghan is bullied by you and his members, mentions of oppa (only once and in a teasing way), small age gap, fingering, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1004 (teaser); 2484 (full drabble)
sneak peak:
"You're going to get me in so much tro- Stop!", you couldn't help the girlish squeal that left your mouth at Jeonghan's careless roughhousing.
His hands wouldn't leave your waist, glued to the dip of your waist as he followed you around Seventeen's floor as you attempted to leave.
After the ruse to keep you around for his elevator rides died down, now becoming Jeonghan's official girlfriend (his words), the menacing boy continued to play dumb, insisting that there was just no one else he entrusted with the task of helping him up and down the elevator. It was a dumb inside joke between you, but it made your insides giggle like a madwoman every time you thought about his insistence to keep you around as much as humanly possible, even now as you engaged in a formal and exclusive relationship.
Hanging out with him in the comfort of your group's floor was fine. Your group was a mere few months old, meaning there wasn't too much traffic from other groups or any outsiders there. However, the halls of Seventeen's floor always made you nervous. You always insisted on being behind closed doors when it came to Jeonghan's floor, knowing that Seventeen were incredibly popular, which resulted in their floor of the building being far more trafficked than your own.
As far as you were aware, only your respective groups, managers, and a few staff members were aware of your relationship. Many simply assumed there was something going on, but due to any lack of announcement of your relationship, there was no way to confirm it. That, and the many people who ended up shipping you after the release of Hybe's Game Caterers due to how insistent on sticking by your side Jeonghan had been during recording (damn you, Yoon Jeonghan).
"Bunny, c'mon," he whined, nuzzling his head in your neck as you continued to walk down the hallway, attempting to reach their practice room, "What's the point in dating if I can't even enjoy you at work?", he protested, feet bumping into yours due to the continuous proximity between your bodies.
"Han, if someone catches us-"
"I don't care. You know that," his touches finally halted as soon as you made it to the door, holding it open for you in a classic act of gallantry often displayed by him. It was always unspoken and casual, but you came to learn that Jeonghan was naturally caring for those around him, especially you. Doors were opened, oranges peeled, laces tied, you name it.
"Sure, you don't care," you started, crossing the small dressing room that connected the hallway and the practice room, Jeonghan behind you, "You're like fifty, you've been in the industry forever now. A measly dating rumor with your junior would do nothing to your career. I'd get accused of sleeping my way up and fuck everything up for my members," you argued back, not seriously mad nor argumentative, just continuing the thread of conversation.
Finally in the practice room, Jeonghan gaped at you, amused yet offended, "Fifty?", he gasped, getting the attention of a fellow Boo Seungkwan and Lee Chan who just so happened to be sitting by nearby, "You're calling me old? I'm 28!," he insisted, whining at you and pulling at your arm as a child would.
Feigning annoyance, you held in your laugh at his childishness, knowing that this was always the result any time you attempted to tease him back. Before you could retaliate again, you were interrupted by the other men present in the room, having interrupted whatever conversation they were having with Jeonghan's loudness.
"You're the most lethargic man I know," said Chan with complete seriousness in his face, causing Seungkwan to burst laughing.
Dokyeom seemingly compartmentalized out of nowhere, also joining in as he crossed the door you'd just come in from, close enough to have heard the conversation, "Cradle robber," he teased as he walked by, sticking out his tongue at Jeonghan as the elder did it first.
Jeonghan gaped at all four of you, exasperated in his response, "We're like five years apart!," he whined in reference to your age difference, "If I'm lethargic, then what are you?", he yelled, pointing at Seokmin who had already walked away, still grinning in satisfaction at Jeonghan from his side of the room, beginning to join other members in their stretching.
Laughing throughout it all, you relished on Jeonghan's members ganging up on him, knowing it was usually him who teased the others. Ever since your relationship had become official, you spent more and more time around his groupmates â groupmates who found great enjoyment in teasing him over your relationship. You were never the butt of the joke. On the contrary, they'd encourage you to join in, knowing you were Jeonghan's one and only weakness.
Suddenly, Jeonghan turned to you, annoyed scowl on his face, "You! You don't get to join in and mock me. They're insulting your boyfriend, defend me!", he demanded, pouts and whines never leaving him.
You huffed, "Why should I defend you? I'm your junior, oppa," you used that term very strategically, only ever saving it to tease him or make him embarrassed in front of whoever was around.
Seungkwan all but cackled at the way Jeonghan stopped his annoyed rambling with a swiftness, gaping at you with his eyebrows all the way to his hairline. His mouth opened and closed, likely pondering a comeback for you. Within the short time you'd dated, Jeonghan's insistence that you call him by the correct honorific only got worse, but your denials remained. You calling him oppa at this moment meant only one thing to him: You wanted war.
Without further words, he grabbed you by the wrist, ignoring your surprised yelp as he pulled you with him towards the door you'd barely crossed mere minutes ago. Not really fighting him, you stumbled as you trailed behind him, waving a quick bye to his friends while Seungkwan whined at Jeonghan for his sudden exit.
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how would svt members ask for a kiss, please? đ„șđ€Č who would be all cute saying "babe, can i get a kiss?" or who would be pratical, just going đ and waiting for their partner to respond, idk.
seungcheolâs the kind of guy whoâll straight-up say, âcome here, give me a kiss,â but itâs not a question, more like a demand with a cheeky smirk. heâs already pulling you closer by the waist, not waiting for an answer. youâre basically getting that kiss whether you want to or not, but letâs be realâyou want to. âdonât make me wait, babe.â
jeonghan would be sneaky about it. he wouldnât even ask; heâd just casually lean in, real close, like heâs about to say something important, and thenâboom. lips on yours.. he lives for catching you off guard, especially when you blush after.
joshuaâs too sweet about it. âbabe, can i get a kiss? đ„șâ heâd say it so soft and shy, with those puppy eyes you canât resist. his handâs already resting on your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin, like heâs prepping you for it. and when you finally lean in, heâs smiling so big, like itâs the highlight of his day.
jun wonât say much; heâll just walk up, grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tilt your head up slightly. he gives you that little smirk of his, then leans in without a word.
hoshi would be over the top, of course. heâd start off all pouty, âbaaaaabe, i want a kiss! đ©â dragging it out, aegyo mode. if you tease him and act like you wonât kiss him, heâll dramatically fall on the couch like heâs dying from lack of affection. âyouâre really gonna let me suffer like this?â
wonwoo will just look at you, no words needed, eyes flicking to your lips and back up to your eyes, his hand will slip into yours, giving it a soft squeeze, heâs letting you come to him, and when you do, he meets you halfway.
wooziâs practical, but in his own way. heâll be sitting next to you, working on something, and just randomly look over. âcan i get a kiss real quick?â he says it like heâs asking you to pass him the remote, so casual, but thereâs that little glint in his eyes that tells you heâs been thinking about it for a while.
seokmin would be a cutie too, and even after months, years of relationship, he will be kind of shy to ask directly. âhey, hey, can i have a kiss?â heâd ask, full smile, leaning in like heâs already expecting it. when you finally give in, heâd pull back with a big, satisfied grin. then heâd tease you, âwow, that was the best kiss ever, letâs do it again!â
mingyuâs straightforward. heâll just stand in front of you, hands on your hips, leaning in close. âkiss me.â and when you hesitate just a second too long, heâll lean in more, brushing his lips over yours just enough to make you want more.
minghaoâs chill, but he makes it special. heâll wait for a quiet moment, then gently tuck your hair behind your ear, âmay i kiss you?â he says, his voice low, almost like itâs a secret between just the two of you. and when you nod, he does the pouty face, his juicy lips looking so cute while doing it.
seungkwan âwhat do i gotta do to get a kiss around here?â heâll joke, pretending to be so offended that you havenât kissed him yet today. but the second you lean in, heâs suddenly shy, laughing nervously before his lips meet yours. âsee? that wasnât so hard,â heâll tease afterward, but his blush gives him away.
vernonâs the type to not say much. heâll just kinda lean in, lips pursed, making the đ face until you laugh and give him what he wants. âthanks,â heâll say with a small grin, like itâs no big deal, but he's the type that can get hard just from it, making you two wait inside the care before walking out.
chan would take the opportunity to kiss you every time, everywhere. heâll sit next to you, kinda fidgeting, then eventually just blurt out, âcan i get a kiss?â his friends, your friends, probably saw this view more than they can count.
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building blocks | yjh
(agreeing to be the teaching assistant is the last thing you want in a semester where you're already swamped with work. but, you need a letter of recommendation from the professor and you're out of other options. enter jeonghan, the menace who signs up for the class seemingly on a whim and disrupts your entire routine.)
pairing: master's student!jeonghan x TA!f!reader genre: university!au, strangers to loveres | fluff, minor angst, attempt at humor, smut rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: 19.7k (idk what to say atp) warnings: mentions of eating and drinking, jeonghan briefly drives a motorcycle, they're both engineering students but i don't claim to know engineering, the angst is minor because there's some miscommunication smut warnings: lots of kissing, hand job, fingering, slight voyeurism? (jeonghan watches reader finger herself), kind of loser!jeonghan, missionary sex, nothing really crazy all things considered
a/n: this is for the TA collab hosted by the amazing @camandemstudios. those two have been working so hard on this and i can't wait to read all the fics. but go easy on me because i know next to nothing about structural engineering. credit to @caelesjjk for this banner, it's so amazing đ„° also thank you to everyone that helped me brainstorm along the way @ugh-yoongi @haologram @highvern and of course to @wqnwoos for letting me borrow her name.
note 2: this isnât proofread. i had something come up irl and wanted to get it posted, so iâm sorry for any errors! iâll come back to it next week when i have a minute.
(tag list at the end)
Your entire academic (and professional, for that matter) career has been a battle. A fight to be taken seriously. A fight to get the right classes. A fight to make the right connections. A fight for every inch that youâve gotten. There are times that you wonder if itâs all worth it, wonder if anything should be as hard as this. But, all youâve ever wanted was to be an engineer. To be able to leave your mark in some sort of meaningful way, even if thatâs also a little conceited. Itâs all you want and youâre so close to getting some much needed room to breathe.Â
ExceptâŠ
You have to make it through one last semester of this damn Masterâs program. You managed to find a sponsor to allow you to commit to a final semester full time, with only part time research work. Thatâll put you in a good position to carry on for your PhD, with your dissertation topic already picked and funded. Things had been going entirely too smoothly, in hindsight. You should have known. Everything about your application to the upcoming program is perfect. Except for the final recommendation. And, of course, the professor to give that recommendation wonât just give it to you to recognize the years youâve put into this. No. He implies that thereâs something he needs from you.
Nothing really awful, in the grand scheme of things. Not for someone that does want to return as a lecturer at some point down the road. Itâs just that you didnât really want to be forced into a teaching assistant position for Professor Choiâs introductory structural engineering course. Itâs the course that weeds out whoâs actually going to carry on with the civil engineering branch of the Masterâs program from those who may switch out to something that better suits them. Which, again, isnât a huge deal, except that you remember how burnt out the TA looked from when you took the course and itâs the last thing you need during your final semester. Itâs hard to know that some portion of your future hinges on doing this. Itâs also hard to forget another friend of yours admitting Professor Choi had given him a recommendation without the hoops.
Whatever.
What doesnât kill you makes you stronger and all that.Â
So you schedule your regular meetings with the professor, make a separate email folder for all course related communication, jot down the important dates, and figure out which lessons you have to help plan. First up is going to be the introductory class. Professor Choi comes in and introduces himself while you distribute the syllabus, an odd task when everything is available online through the portal, but he likes things in hard copy. Once heâs done his introduction, he leaves the rest of the first class to you, as he had with the TA in your course during your first semester. For a moment, you consider pointing out that this is a Masterâs level course and you donât really need to do the typical introductions. Most of these people have busy lives and, even though theyâll have to work together on projects, can manage without syllabus week. But, Choi is old school and you know it. You also need his letter, so whatâs the point in trying to change his system? Youâre not here to do anything other than fill a spot that he was having trouble filling, get your letter, and go.Â
When you scan the roster before the first day, nobody particularly sticks out. There are a couple of relatively familiar names, though youâre not sure you can place faces to them, but most of the students seem to be in their first semester of the program. It only takes getting to the introductions for someone in the course to stick out, though.
âWell, Iâve always been good at building Legos. I figure, how different can it really be?â one student answers.
It takes everything in you to school your face back into a politely interested expression when the rest of the class bursts out laughing. Your initial reaction had been incredulity. Surely he couldnât be serious. Thereâs no way someone just wandered into this program because he liked building Legos. The laughter from the rest of the class dies down and you keep your attention on him.
âWhy did you really join the program?â you ask. Thatâs what every student was supposed to be sharing. A problem for this student, apparently.
âThat is why I joined,â he says with an infuriating smirk.Â
âWhat did you say your name was?â you ask.
âJeonghan,â he answers without anything else.
You consult the roster in front of you and put a star by his name. This is someone you know youâre going to have to keep an eye on.Â
âDid I get a star already?â he prompts, earning another few chuckles from his classmates.
âSomething like that,â you say and then turn to the person next to him. âAnd why did you join?â
Nothing else grabs your attention during the remainder of the introductions. Several students volunteer what theyâre hoping to get out of the program. One brave student says sheâs heard that Professor Choi is tough before asking for your opinion. Although you give a neutral answer, you make a note to speak to her privately to address her (very valid) concerns.Â
When it comes time for you to return to speaking about the rest of the semester, you expect Jeonghan to interrupt in some way. He gives the impression of someone that likes causing a little bit of chaos or bringing attention to himself. Instead, he simply listens, notes something down occasionally, and gazes at you so intently that you nearly feel yourself flush. It would be a lot easier to ignore him if he didnât look like some kind of model, though. You catch yourself looking at him more than once when other students are sharing answers. His nearly black hair falls in longer layers around his face, not quite reaching his collar in the back. Thereâs something almost delicate about his nose, about all of his face, really. His features are soft in a sort of beautiful way. Itâs only when he catches you looking that you shake any consideration of his features from your mind.Â
Once thereâs only a few minutes left, you dismiss the class with a reminder that your email is beneath Professor Choiâs on the syllabus and youâre always around to help them. This class, you share, can be daunting and youâre here to help them get through it in one piece. That part comes out genuine because you do mean it. None of these students are to blame for the position youâre in. Itâs not their fault that they have a TA that doesnât really want to be in the position. So, youâre not going to make them suffer. Youâre going to help them just as the TA for your class helped you. You make a note to reach out to him and ask for some advice.
Jeonghanâs eyes linger on you as the other students get out of their seats and begin talking, mostly about what theyâre most excited for in the coming semester. You have to break first and look down to collect some papers from the desk. It also helps to remind yourself this is the same student who said he joined the class because he likes Legos. Ridiculous. When you look back up at the class, youâre half expecting to see his attention is still on you. Itâs not. Heâs joined a few classmates and is leaving the room without a backward glance.Â
Legos, you remind yourself, and return to gathering your things.Â
The one good thing about all this is that itâs an evening course, designed for people that have to work during the day. When the class is over, you get to go straight home to eat dinner and meld into the couch with your roommate, who also happens to be your best friend.Â
You: iâm tired, want me to pick up food on the way home?
Bestie boo: i already called in an order from that one place you like so you can pick it up on the way homeÂ
You: wow who are you and what have you done with my best friend?
Bestie boo: i didnât pay for it
You let out a snort because thatâs exactly the friend you know and love. He has to cover up ordering your favorite food from your favorite restaurant, which is sweet, by reminding you heâs still a giant pain in the ass. The gesture is enough for you to ignore it and just let him have this win. Maybe youâre off your game, but youâre a little tired.
âYou should watch where youâre going.âÂ
The comment nearly makes you jump out of your skin. Sure, you scare easily as it is. But itâs worse when the voice comes out of seemingly nowhere. Of course itâs Jeonghan from your class, leaning against the wall just outside the building. His eyes glint at your reaction, like heâs enjoying it. Maybe he is. A second later, he pushes off from the wall to come closer.Â
âAnd you shouldnât scare people like that,â you retort when your heart slows a bit. Heâs looking at you conspiratorially. âDid you have a question from the class?âÂ
âNo,â he answers easily.Â
âSoâŠâ you start.Â
âDo you memorize the faces of all your students so quickly?â he wonders, continuing when you give him an odd look. âOr am I special?âÂ
âYou made an impression,â you say neutrally.
âA positive one?â he presses.
âI didnât say that,â you counter.
âBut, still, you remembered me. Unless you learn all your students' faces before class as TA duties,â he says.
You sigh and decide to give him a partial truth, one thatâs less likely to bite you than admitting his face is one of the only ones you remember. âI havenât been a TA before so I donât have a manual for how Iâm going to approach it.âÂ
âHappy I get to be your first, then,â he says and turns to walk away. He turns back over his shoulder with a wicked smile and calls, âsee you next class!âÂ
Your mind is preoccupied all the way to the restaurant to pick up the food and all the way back to your apartment. Itâs only been one day of class and you can already feel that this student is going to be a menace. Worse than that, he seems like he knows heâs getting under your skin and wants to press it even further. Realistically, you just have to get through any of the classes that you lead. Otherwise, heâll be the professorâs issue.Â
Seungkwan is waiting on the couch, aimlessly scrolling on his phone when you walk into the living room, takeout containers in hand. Itâs relatively familiar, though you know that he also likes to be out whenever he can. A perpetual social butterfly.Â
âToday was already fucking annoying,â you moan when you set the boxes down and flop onto the couch.
Seungkwan gives you a sympathetic look. âAt least youâre one step closer to getting what you need from that idiot.â
Youâre confused for a moment because you hadnât been thinking of Professor Choi at all. âOh, yeah, no. I wasnât talking about Choi.âÂ
âWhat was the issue then?â Seungkwan asks as he leans forward to get his food.
âThereâs this guy in the class and I donât know. I canât figure him out,â you offer. âHeâs so annoying. Like who signs up for a structural engineering class just because he likes building Legos? And that smirk. Ugh. I hate him.â
âSure sounds like it,â Seungkwan quips.Â
âFuck off, I do,â you double down.Â
âWhatâs he look like? Is he cute?â he wonders.
âDoes it matter?â you ask.
âNo. You answered anyway,â Seungkwan says with a grin.
âFine, yes he is attractive because for some reason Iâve been cursed. Why do all you annoying people in my life also have to be hot?â you whine, casting a look at your roommate.
âDid you just call me hot?â he barks through a laugh.Â
âFuck off, just pick a show. Itâs your turn,â you say with a push on his arm.Â
You make it through the first few classes as a TA without much to report. Jeonghan tries your patience, but thereâs not much he can do during the class and he doesnât linger afterwards. Thatâs usually when Professor Choi wants to debrief on the course material and make sure the next class is ready. The class is also just starting to get into the real material and away from the foundational information.Â
But, now the course is well and truly underway, which means you have to announce that youâll be starting to hold your own office hours every week. Of course, Choi also has office hours and students could take advantage of those. Probably would, if not for the fact that he encourages the class to go to you first to try and resolve anything. Something about how heâs very busy and thatâs why he has a TA. Itâs exhausting and just another obstacle in getting what you need.Â
After getting feedback from the class, you decide to set two different times for office hours, one during the late afternoon and one during the early evening to accommodate schedules. A few students show up right at the start of your first office hours session with similar concerns. So, you invite them in and start to work through a few practice problems to illustrate the point that theyâre struggling to understand. Itâs actually surprisingly easy to work in this way. You would never admit it to Professor Choi, but itâs actually kind of enjoyable. Thereâs value in helping someone understand a difficult concept. Itâs also really rewarding to watch the comprehension dawn on the faces around you as each of them seems to grasp what youâre saying.Â
Honestly, you canât imagine your first office hours going any better when youâre already an hour into it and youâve been working with the same three students. Of course, just as theyâre gathering their things to head out, feeling more confident than when they showed up, Jeonghan appears in the doorway. He doesnât even say anything at first, just looks around at the other students. They seem oblivious to whatâs happening around them.
âThanks again,â one student says as heâs standing up.
Another student catches sight of Jeonghan and she smiles. âOh, sorry Jeonghan. We didnât know you were having trouble with any of the concepts or we would have asked you to join us.âÂ
âThatâs fine,â he says easily. âI was busy until just now anyway.âÂ
âDo you all feel confident with the topics? Or would you like to stay and go over something now that Jeonghan is here?â you ask, trying not to appear hopeful. (And failing at that pretty miserably.)
âOh no, weâre definitely set. And we had plans,â the first student says with a look over at Jeonghan.
The three of them exchange goodbyes with Jeonghan and head out, allowing Jeonghan to close the door behind them before plopping into a seat at the table in your office. Heâs directly across from you, which makes it hard to avoid his eyes. When you do meet his eye, though, heâs got a sneaky, all-knowing look on his face. You donât like the loot of it one bit.
âWhatâs with the look?â you ask.
âWhat do you mean?â he retorts quickly.
âYouâre making a face,â you say.
âAre you saying you donât like my face?â Jeonghan asks, pretending to be offended.Â
âWhy are you here, Jeonghan?â you ask to switch tactics.Â
âThese are your office hours. Iâm here to ask questions about the material,â he says.Â
âYou donât need any help with the material so far. Iâve graded your problem sets and the answers have been perfect,â you admit.Â
âImpressive, isnât it?â he muses.Â
âIâm not answering that. It brings me back to my question, though. If you donât need help, why are you here?â you press.
âWhy does it seem like you donât like me?â he asks.
âI donât have any feelings about you either way,â you deflect.
âNow, thatâs not true,â he disagrees.Â
âYouâre determined to get under my skin,â you say, half as a joke.Â
âDetermined to figure you out,â he corrects. âIt doesnât seem like youâre all that excited about being a TA.â
âThatâs because I was forced into it,â you blurt out and immediately clap a hand over your mouth. Thatâs the last thing you meant to say. âI didnât meanâŠâ
âNow weâre getting somewhere in this relationship,â he says, sitting back into his seat with a satisfied smile.Â
You heave another heavy sigh, a common occurrence around this man. âWhy are you so determined to figure me out? Why do you care how I feel about you?â
âBecause everyone seems to like me right off the bat,â he says.Â
âI can see why,â you deadpan.Â
âSo can I stay? Or do you have very important things to do?â he asks.
âItâs my office hours, so Iâm here to help students until the two hours are up,â you admit.
âPerfect.â
The next few times that you hold office hours feature Jeonghan showing up for the second half. It seems deliberate that he doesnât show up right when they start, especially because you always have at least one other student in your office. If thereâs another student there, he joins in to ask questions along with whoever else is there. When itâs just him, his questions are much more personal. Itâs obvious that he wants to know you. Know your likes and dislikes, know the things that make you tick, know who you are when youâre not at school. Seems very convinced that the version of you outside the walls of the engineering building is very different from the one he sees. Jeonghan doesnât seem to realize that heâs slowly getting more and more of a peek into who you really are. Thankfully, he doesnât bring up your slip about being forced into being a TA.Â
It doesnât make it any easier to be around him.
It should. You should be able to get used to his particular brand of torture. Yet, with each new piece of information you learn, you unlock even more questions. Itâs like you canât ever really figure him out. Or maybe that he doesnât want you to. Heâs very careful to give vague answers about the serious things, while he goes on and on about the things that donât matter. Heâll spend a solid five minutes talking about the latest Lego heâs building, but then breeze past the few questions you ask about him personally. It usually includes some sort of quip about how heâs wearing you down and how you clearly want to know him better.Â
âBet you thought you were escaping me today,â a voice says, startling you out of your thoughts.Â
âJesus Christ,â you gasp. Your heart beats a mile a minute as you look up to glare at the intruder.Â
âNo, Yoon Jeonghan. I can see the confusion, though,â he says and you sigh heavily.Â
âOffice hours are almost over,â you point out.Â
âNot for 20 more minutes,â he counters.Â
âRight, but I was in the middle of grading something,â you say, indicating the design plans in front of you. He glances over at them.
âHm,â he says.
âWhat, Jeonghan?â you ask with exasperation.
âJust doesnât look like mine is all,â he says and plops into the chair across from you.
âWell obviously,â you say. âCanât exactly grade your project with you sitting here.âÂ
For some reason, that makes him break out into a wicked grin. âSo you arenât grading my assignment because you were hoping Iâd show up.âÂ
Ah, yes. Now you see your mistake. Should have definitely seen that coming, too. âYouâve come to every other session. I wasnât hoping youâd show up again, but it was a fair assumption that you might.âÂ
âWhatever you need to tell yourself,â he says placatingly. âDâyou have a question?â you ask. The tension headache you associate with Jeonghanâs presence in your life is threatening to make an appearance.Â
âNope,â he says, popping the last syllable.Â
A notification on your phone stops you from responding to him and you unlock it immediately. It seems that Professor Choi needs to give you a stack of assignments and instead of just walking a few doors down the hall, he had to send a message. You drop your phone back on the desk with the message still open and take a calming breath.Â
âEverything good?â Jeonghan asks with more care than youâre used to.
âYeah, Iâll be right back. Have to go pick something up from Professor Choiâs office,â you say, already on your feet and heading towards the door.Â
It only takes a minute or two for you to go and come back. For once, youâre thankful for Jeonghan because it gives you the ready-made excuse that youâre just wrapping up office hours with a student waiting for you to return. He doesnât need to know that student hasnât ever asked you a class related question without another student present. Youâll take the wins where you can get them. The pain in ass in question is still sitting exactly where he was when you left him.Â
He looks up at you as you walk back in, set the folders on the corner of your desk, and sit back down. âYou really hate Professor Choi.âÂ
âI didnât say that,â you counter quickly. Probably too quickly.Â
âYou didnât have to. Sometimes you have a really expressive face,â he comments and looks back down at his phone.Â
âOnly sometimes?â you wonder. Jeonghan looks back up to regard you.
âItâs always expressive, but you work a little harder to control it in class than you do outside of it,â he decides. âYou mentioned something about being forced into this. Why be a TA if you hate it?âÂ
âI donât actually hate being a TA,â you clarify. He seems to accept this at face value. âItâs justâŠI didnâtâŠno. Why am I doing this with you?â
âBecause Iâm asking?â he offers.Â
âI had never considered being a TA. I wasnât opposed to it, I just hadnât really fit it into my schedule. It has been a lot of fun, though,â you say. Itâs the first time youâve noticed how much attention Jeonghan gives you. The way his eyes are on you and it seems like he tunes out any other distractions.Â
âHow did you end up here, then?â he asks. Any teasing or lightness is gone from his tone.Â
âPlease donât make me regret giving you the honest answer,â you say warily. âBut, Iâm applying for my PhD program. I have everything that I needâŠexcept for a final letter of recommendation.â
âOh, youâre joking,â he says and actually does look offended on your behalf. âHeâs making you TA for him in exchange for the letter? Thatâs why you said you were forced into it?â
âYup,â you respond, popping the end of the word like he had done earlier..Â
âWell, thatâs definitely shitty but Iâm still counting myself lucky that you ended up with this class,â he says.
âI canât figure you out,â you admit.Â
âI know.âÂ
That should be annoying, the way he says that he knows you canât figure him out. Itâs like heâs not even trying to hide that heâs making it difficult to get to know him. Yet, heâs not making it a secret that he wants to get to know you better. Thereâs just something about him that prompts you to share things you wouldnât with anyone else. No, thatâs dramatic. Itâs just easier to share with him than it usually is with someone else that you barely know.Â
Despite asking again if Jeonghan has any questions, he insists that heâs fine with just sitting there to keep you company while you have to wait to see if any student comes by in the last minutes of your office hours. For a change, he doesnât ask any personal questions. Doesnât try to press you into admitting things that you usually wouldnât. He just takes out his laptop to make it look like youâre actually helping him in the event that anyone checks in on you.Â
Nobody does. The last few minutes pass quickly with you returning to grading the assignment you had been working on. The two of you gather up your things in relative silence and Jeonghan walks with you out to your car so that you can head home. Youâre expecting something else or something different, but thatâs all there is. Just a walk to your car, a smile with a goodbye, and him heading off in another direction. Itâs somehow the strangest and most normal interaction youâve had with him. It makes you pause to wonder if this is the real version of him. A little quiet, a little reserved. Not being a menace to anything and anyone in his path.
Itâs not until youâre back home, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine while watching some variety show with Seungkwan that you realize it wasnât quite the normal interaction you thought it was.Â
Jeonghan: i appreciated you telling me the truth about the class today
The message lights up your screen and all you can do is stare at it without being able to believe it. How are you getting a message from Jeonghan with his contact information saved? Youâre racking your brain trying to figure out if you gave him your number, or saved his, and just didnât remember.Â
âWhatâs with your face?â Seungkwan asks.
âWow, that was nice,â you retort.
He looks over at your phone where the notification still shows a message from Jeonghan. âFinally gave him your number, huh?â
âNo, I -â you start when another message comes in.
Jeonghan: you left your phone unlocked when you went to Choiâs office and I figured it was time for us to exchange numbers
Seungkwan, now more invested in your messages than in the show in the background, lets out a low whistle of appreciation. âWow, heâs good. I see why you like him.â
âI donât like him, Kwan,â you sigh.
âSure,â he says dismissively.Â
As if to prove something, you make a show of moving your phone over to the end table and turning it over. Seungkwan gives you a Look that plainly says heâs not buying whatever it is youâre trying to sell. Otherwise, he lets you go back to the show that youâre watching without bringing it up again.Â
The text thread with Jeonghan seems to haunt you every time you open your messages, at least until there are enough conversations to push it out of your view. Surprisingly, you donât get any more texts from him when you donât answer. He also doesnât show up to your next office hours, which is a bit odd to you. And you canât vent to Seungkwan about it because heâs still very convinced that itâs only a matter of time before you end up sleeping with Jeonghan. Ridiculous, honestly. Like you would waste your time on someone youâre not even sure you like.Â
That carries you through to your next class. Itâs a slightly more complicated lecture that Choi does every semester to try and scare students off this path. He claims itâs so that everyone knows what they would be getting into. You suspect that itâs his way of reminding everyone just how smart he is. Not exactly the most flattering trait, but you suppose that he probably doesnât care about that. Doesnât need to. Heâs been teaching so long that his job is guaranteed at this point.Â
The good thing, though, about knowing Choi wonât need you during the entirety of the class is that you get to just sit at the back of the class and do some work. It gives you the chance to get through grading some of the assignments for the class without having to take time away from something else. Letâs you get absorbed into that to tune out the grating sound of Choiâs monotonous voice as he tries his best to warn students off the path. Youâre so absorbed that you donât notice the way that Jeonghan periodically glances over his shoulder to where youâre sitting, trying to catch your attention even for a moment.Â
When the class comes to an end, you make your way up to the front as you would any other time. Itâs a little irritating to have to check if thereâs anything Professor Choi needs like youâre his personal assistant, but youâre also resigned. What youâre not prepared for, though, is that he calls Jeonghan up to the front of the room.
âYes, Professor?â he says with so much respect and deference that it almost feels real, if you didnât know how he feels. One of the only personal things you actually know about this mystery of a man..Â
âI really enjoyed your proposal for the final project using Legos,â Choi starts. âEvery few semesters, I get someone that seems to think being good at using plastic building blocks means theyâd make a good engineer. But, youâve actually been doing wonderfully in the class. So, I want you to work with my TA here to refine the idea a little bit. I donât think youâre meeting your full potential with it yet.âÂ
âOh, well Professor ChoiâŠâ you start and he waves a hand.Â
âSurely it isnât a problem to help foster the best student in my class, is it?â he challenges.
âNo, of course not,â you concede.Â
Professor Choi wears a triumphant smile. âGood. Iâll leave the two of you to coordinate your schedules. See you next class, Mr. Yoon.âÂ
The formality of calling students by their family names nearly makes you roll your eyes. Itâs only when you note the glint in Jeonghanâs eyes that you catch yourself. The two of you say your goodbyes and a silence settles in Choiâs absence.
âShould I just stop by your office hours tomorrow?â he asks when itâs clear you arenât going to say anything.Â
âSure, that works,â you say. âYou stop by most of them anyway.âÂ
âDoes it bother you that I do?â he asks, a note of something you canât detect in his tone. Maybe vulnerability.Â
That makes you soften. âNo, of course not.â
âI can back off if itâs making you uncomfortable,â he says with a forced smile. âMaybe it was too much adding my number to your phone.âÂ
âWe can talk about boundaries when I see you during office hours tomorrow,â you joke. At least it seems to bring a real smile back to his face.Â
In a strange turn of events, Jeonghan shows up to your office hours only two minutes after they start. You havenât even gotten yourself fully unpacked because you werenât expecting him to show up at the beginning. Not when he seems to show up in the latter half every other time.Â
The differences continue as you settle into the work the professor assigned the two of you. Jeonghan pulls out his proposal, something you hadnât actually seen yet, and talks you through his ideas. His idea had been to submit a design for a brand new structure built to scale entirely using Legos. Itâs ambitious in a way because the blocks only come in certain shapes and sizes. You canât just cut something down to fit the size that you need. It requires a good amount of forethought. But, for someone like Jeonghan whoâs taken to the course like a fish to water, it doesnât seem like itâs quite enough. You can see why the professor asked you to help him work through it a little bit more. It needs to be fleshed out a little further.Â
As the two of you go back and forth with ideas about how to give it an element that makes it more impressive, youâre stuck by how easy it is to work side-by-side with him. How well the two of you work together. Itâs like every visit before this has been building up to the level of comfort you have now, even if youâre still pretending that you donât really know him. Maybe you donât, though. Itâs not like he ever gives you real answers to your questions.
âWhy Legos?â you ask as the two of you are feeling stuck on where to go to expand on the proposal.Â
âBecause itâs funny to see how annoyed you get when I bring it up, so I figured it would be funny to imagine you grading my final project that has to do with Legos,â he says with that same look.
âBe serious for once, Jeonghan,â you sigh. âIâm trying to help you with this. Itâs the least you could do.âÂ
âSorry,â he says after a moment and shifts in his seat. âItâs, well, itâs just always been the way that I zone out and reset. At first, it was just when I needed a break from dealing with people because I had to focus on the instructions. Then, I started to think about how impressive it was that they were able to form these insane shapes with building blocks. Then, it started to get more elaborate with me testing out what worked and what didnât when I built my own designs.âÂ
Itâs one of the first truly real and truly honest things heâs said to you. Not hiding behind a joke or brushing off an answer. Itâs just him and you feel like that one response helps you know him better than all the hours heâs spent in your office up until that point. It also helps you realize what the proposal was missing in the first place: something personal from him.Â
Ultimately, what is going to make this project stand out is something that makes it personal. A structural engineer doesnât really need to design a building or a bridge or any other structure. They do need to design and analyze any of the support systems, though, which can be a dull job at times. Adding something more human will make it stand out. So, you suggest that Jeonghan take it a step further than just modeling a structural support system from Legos. You suggest that he set it up almost like instructions for an established set. But, instead of simple drawings to make it step by step, you suggest that he include little snippets about his previous experiences with using Legos, how he tests it to make sure he structure will hold, and any calculations he does for load capacity and gravity.Â
Initially, he seems a little unsure. Itâs easy to see that talking about things that are more personal to him, especially for a final project, is uncomfortable. After a lot of reassurances that nobody but you and Professor Choi will see it if he doesnât want them to, he finally agrees that itâs a good idea. It does seem like heâs at least excited about the prospect now, though.Â
While heâs rewriting his proposal to submit to the professor, you get back to what you had planned to do during the first part of your office hours before he showed up: grading assignments. Once again, his isnât on the stack to be graded. Out of habit, you always grade his first and some time when heâs guaranteed to not be around. Itâs oddly comfortable to work like this, grading papers while he types away on his laptop across from you.Â
Once he gets through typing up a new proposal, he asks if you would be willing to read it over. Youâre just about to suggest that he email it to you, when he just hands his laptop over. Seems unconcerned about having you his laptop. Although he watches you carefully as your eyes scan through the words, it feels like his only concern is what you think about it. Which doesnât need to be a concern at all. Itâs perfect, as far as youâre concerned.Â
You tell him as much when you look up with a smile. âI love it.â
âDonât be nice to me now,â he says nervously as you hand the laptop back over.Â
âWhat?â you ask.Â
âYou donât need to spare my feelings now when youâve been ignoring my texts,â he says like heâs trying to protect himself.Â
âSo much to unpack there and weâll return to the texts,â you say, a little exasperated. âBut, Iâm not being nice about the proposal. Itâs perfect and I genuinely canât find a single thing Iâd change. Choiâs going to love it.âÂ
âAh, well, he was right in getting your help. I wouldnât have gotten here on my own,â he admits and it does actually make you smile again.Â
âStill your idea,â you say to encourage him.
âThank you, I appreciate it,â he says and you know itâs the real him for a moment.Â
âOkay, but back to the texting,â you say to shift.
âThe boundaries chat, wonderful,â Jeonghan says, returning to his previous mask of being a menace.Â
âYou really shouldnât be going through a strangerâs phone and adding your number,â you chastise.Â
âWeâre not strangers though, are we?â he challenges. âAnd I didnât go through your phone.â
âNo?â you ask with an eyebrow raised.
âYour phone was still lit up when you left so I called myself quickly and then created a new contact, and then locked your phone and put it back,â he says like itâs the most normal sentence in the world.
âThatâs insane?â you state with a level of shock.
âI really wasnât trying to cross some sort of line,â he admits with a shocking level of sincerity. âI just really like getting to know you and I figured youâd feel weird about giving a student in your class your number, even though youâre still a student as well. So, I just wanted to make it easier. If you donât want me to have it, you can delete it right out of my phone.â
Jeonghan holds his unlocked phone out to you and itâs open to your contact. For some insane reason, you do actually believe what he said. Itâs easy to see how he might want to befriend you and be hesitant on how to do that. He strikes you as the kind of person that can put on a mask of liking to be social, but really would much rather be at home or in a small setting like in your office with you. And you do actually enjoy having him around, even if you keep trying to pretend that heâs basically a stranger to you. Heâs not wrong, either. You would have felt weird about exchanging numbers with him. Youâll never admit that to him.Â
He must see the hesitation on your face because he retracts his hand. Waits for you to say something, though. âI guess itâs not the worst thing that you have my number.âÂ
âThatâs almost a positive,â he jokes. âYou could give a guy false hope that you actually might be starting to like me.â
âOh, now I wouldnât go that far,â you quickly tack on. âWouldnât want you to get a big head.â
âHave you seen the grades Iâm getting? I already know Iâm doing something right,â he brags.Â
âI have seen your grades since Iâm usually the one grading them,â you remind him. âSo, I have to balance it out.â
âYou just wanna break my heart over and over again,â he whines.
âYouâll survive,â you deadpan.Â
Everything seems to carry on as it always does. You have to make sure youâre keeping up with all of your actual classes for your degree. Grade assignments when Professor Choi hands them off to you. Give feedback on the upcoming topics. Most importantly, you find plenty of time to disengage from all the hustle of classes. To enjoy time with friends where you can let your brain just wander onto things that donât matter nearly as much.Â
Even though you donât ever text Jeonghan first, it doesnât seem deterred because you do always answer the messages that he sends to you. Some of them are idle thoughts throughout the day. Others are questions that he wants answers to and seems to think heâs more likely to get them over text than during the hours he spends in your office. Your favorites, though, are when he texts you some wildly out of pocket statement and then gets you to debate him on it because itâs always something completely inane. Something meaningless. It gets you so fired up, though.Â
âHeâs so infuriating,â you complain as you forcely set your phone down on the couch next to you.Â
âIâm guessing weâre talking about Jeonghan,â Seungkwan says from his position on the other end of the couch.
âWhy would you immediately jump to Jeonghan?â you ask.Â
âBestie, we havenât talked about anyone else but Jeonghan all semester,â he says. You fling a pillow at your roommate.
âFirst, youâre being dramatic. And second, yes I talk about him a lot. Heâs infuriating,â you say.
âWhatever you say,â Seungkwan says dismissively.
âI might hate him,â you say.
âThey say hate sex is the best sex,â he says without taking his eyes off his phone.
âAnd they say killing your nosey roommate isnât actually a crime,â you retort.Â
Seungkwan looks up at you and smiles. âLetâs do it baby. I know the law.âÂ
âYouâve been spending too much time around Vernon,â you scoff.Â
âMaybe, but if you kill me, whoâs going to lend their ear to you and listen to your troubles?â he asks.
âVan Gogh,â you answer immediately.
âHeâs dead,â Seungkwan says with an arched eyebrow, carefully avoiding the more obvious retort.
âAnd so are you to me right now,â you say flatly.Â
âTouche,â he says with a light laugh. âWhatâs he done this time thatâs got you all pissy?â
âHeâs spent the last 20 minutes debating with me over whether or not a hotdog is a sandwich,â you say, expecting Seungkwan to think itâs just as ridiculous as you.Â
What youâre not expecting, though you should be, is for him to pick up Jeonghanâs side in the debate and make you rehash everything youâve already talked about. It sounds like such an innocuous topic. Something so outlandish that it could possibly spark debate for more than a few minutes. Yet, here you are, having the same debate all over again. It makes you even more heated despite not having a stake or opinion before Jeonghan asked you. In fact, you had never even considered the question. It was one of the most effective he had posed since he started sending you random questions or opinions like this.Â
Somehow, though, your biggest mistake is telling Jeonghan that your roommate got just as invested as he had about the topic. Worse when you told Jeonghan that Seungkwan was on his side. It made it immediately obvious that you could not ever let those two meet. It would spell an instant demise for any remaining sanity you had left. The realization that they would be instant best friends is terrifying.Â
The debate about whether or not hotdogs are sandwiches lasts all the way until the next day when Jeonghan shows up at your office hours, right at the start. The look on his face tells him that heâs about to carry on the text conversation. But, thankfully, he falls silent when you say that you actually want to get some grading done unless he actually has a question about the course material. It makes him soften, actually, and he agrees that heâll sit at the little table and work on some of his own homework. It doesnât really give the impression that heâs asking you for help, though youâre sure that you could sell it if you needed to.Â
Normally, itâs not all that distracting to have Jeonghan in your space. Probably because heâs there so often that youâre kind of used to him by now. Thatâs a thought you donât allow yourself to dwell on too long. Itâs easier to maintain the idea that you kind of hate him than to consider what your real feelings might be. Yet, those thoughts seem to be swirling in your head just by him existing in the same space as you. If heâs equally affected, then you canât tell. His fingers seem to fly across his keyboard as he works steadily on something.Â
Without warning, his voice interrupts the rhythm you finally find. âCan I ask you a question?â
âYouâve never asked permission before,â you note, but donât look up.
âI wasnât sure if it was an office hours question,â he says with a little hesitation.Â
That does get you to look over at him. âIs it about the course material?â
âNo,â he says.
âShocking,â you sigh. âWell, whatever it is, letâs have it.â
âDo you want to go out and get dinner sometime?â he asks, looking more vulnerable than usual.
Itâs enough to make your heart both constrict and threaten to beat out of your chest. Does he know that youâve been sitting here internally debating what your actual feelings towards him are? Has it been that obvious on your face?Â
âWith you?â you ask to buy yourself time.Â
âThat would be the idea, yes,â he says with a nervous chuckle.
âI donât knowâŠâ you start.
âYou donât know because youâre trying to spare my feelings? Or youâre not sure for some reason?â he asks to clarify.
Thatâs such a crossroads kind of question. Youâre not actually sure what the answer is yourself. All you know is that you feel immediate panic at the thought of one of the professors, especially Professor Choi, seeing you out with him. Itâs not that there are any rules about TAs and students dating. After all, TAs are just students themselves. But, since youâre doing most of the grading, setting some of the assignments, and even leading some of the classes, itâs frowned upon. It could give the student actually in the class some kind of perceived advantage. The thoughts just go rapidly flying through your brain as you look over at Jeonghanâs expectant face.
You decide on some version of the truth: that it doesnât matter what you think, itâs not a good idea for you to blur that line. That if someone from the university saw you out, that it could possibly jeopardize everything youâve spent years working on. That Professor Choi seems even more old school than most of the other professors. Youâve already sacrificed so much. Itâs just not a risk you think you can take.Â
What you donât say: that the question actually confuses you. That you can see yourself saying yes to finally figure out what exactly it is thatâs going on with you and Jeonghan. You wonder what type of place he would pick. Wonder what heâs like when itâs really just the two of you without the risk of someone else butting in. You wonder if maybe heâll answer all those personal questions that heâs so fond of dodging when heâs sitting in your office. It actually makes you wonder if saying yes is worth taking a risk when youâve been so careful with everything in your entire academic career. Itâs the kind of thought that really terrifies you even more. This is a man that you canât even figure out your feelings towards and yet youâre considering taking a massive risk.Â
Itâs one of the most intense office hours you hold and youâre left with more questions than answers.Â
Itâs been another exhausting day between your own classes, research, and doing work as a TA. Sure, there are definite upsides to your schedule. It helps you feel like you have a complete grasp on the material. It also helps you feel like you might be well suited to being a lecturer or even a professor yourself down the line. You also know that youâre giving more to your time as a TA than you need to. Itâs just that you donât want to leave anything to chance. The stronger the recommendation from Choi, the better.Â
When you get to your apartment, Seungkwan is in the kitchen with Vernon and Chan. Which should be a concerning sight, since none of them are exactly great cooks, but youâre too tired to really care. Youâre also kind of starving and whatever theyâre making smells good. Whatâs the worst that could happen? So you call out quick greetings before heading into your room to drop off your things and change. You reemerge to the sounds of them bickering back and forth.
âHey, do you want to try some of what weâre making?â Chan calls.
âSheâs going to say no,â Seungkwan says.
âIâm starving. Iâm down to try whatever it is,â you disagree.Â
âLooks like Chan wins this one,â Vernon teases.Â
A beep from your phone distracts you from engaging in the bickering back and forth. Itâs the last thing youâre expecting, though it shouldnât be. Ever since Jeonghan managed to get your number, and heard your half-hearted chat about boundaries, heâs been bothering you whenever he feels like it.Â
Jeonghan: have you thought about what I asked? You: no Jeonghan: donât believe you You: my answer hasnât changed Jeonghan: that it's not a good idea? You: exactly Jeonghan: thatâs not a no You: isnât it? Jeonghan: listen, I respect you and if you tell me no, I wonât ask again Jeonghan: the only thing Iâm going to ask if you actually think about it before saying no You: fine
âHello? Are you there?â Seungkwan asks, snapping his fingers in front of your face.Â
âHuh?â you ask.
âOh, sheâs gone girl,â Chan says with a laugh.
âWho were you texting?â Seungkwan asks. He gives you a look that screams heâs about to tease the shit out of you if youâre honest.
âOh, nobody important. Just a friend,â you say dismissively.Â
âAre we calling Jeonghan a friend now?â Seungkwan teases.Â
âIt wasnât Jeonghan,â you say with an eye roll.
âWhoâs Jeonghan?â Vernon asks.
âI think heâs that guy weâve been betting on when sheâs gonna finally give in and sleep with him,â Chan says in an undertone to Vernon.
âIâm not going to sleep withâŠhang on. What the fuck?â you ask, wheeling around on Seungkwan. âHave you been betting on me again?âÂ
âOnly when youâre being an idiot,â Seungkwan says with a shrug.Â
âWait, again?â Vernon asks.
âBro, we have been involved in other bets,â Chan says.
âI need new friends,â you grumble.
From there, it devolves into the usual bickering that you associate with your friend group. Sometimes you wonder how you even got so sucked into this friend group where theyâre two or three years younger than you. Youâre incredibly thankful for them, though, even in moments like this where you want to strangle them.Â
Dinner moves into watching something and playing a game. It always goes the same way. Chan or Vernon take care of picking what to watch since they watch more TV and movies than you and Seungkwan. Conversely, Seungkwan usually picks the game, which is never a good idea because he always picks something that heâs good at. It doesnât really matter to you, at least. Your brain tends to be fried from classes and research and all that. Itâs nice to let them just make the decisions and chime in when you have something to say.
Thankfully, the conversations quickly move past your friends and their complete conviction that you have feelings for Jeonghan to much less serious topics. Sitting there, though, you feel an overwhelming sense of peace even in the chaos. Even when you say that you need new friends, you know that you wouldnât trade these friends for the world.Â
Itâs been just over a week since you promised to give Jeonghanâs question actual thought. Youâre still not entirely sure why you agreed. Itâs not like youâre actually going to say anything other than no. Itâs been a little weird, though, because Jeonghan hasnât brought it up again, either. Itâs like heâs actually been true to his word. He even skipped your office hours when he would usually show up just to bother you and pretend to ask questions.Â
Since your workload has been a little light, you agree to go out for drinks with Seungkwan and some friends. Itâs a much needed night to unwind and just not think about any of the issues that plague you during the week. Itâs a night of ridiculous conversations while you all give each other a hard time about nothing that really matters. Eventually, as is always the way it goes, Seungkwan gets up and kicks off some karaoke. Itâs a blessing and a curse. Heâs got an amazing voice and you feel like you should be paying to hear someone sing that well. But, then he wants other people to join him and none of you are that keen to embarrass yourselves by following him.Â
Casting your eyes around the bar, they land on someone in a leather jacket. As you watch, he shrugs it off and sets it on the back of his chair. Thereâs something compellingly beautiful about him. He runs a hair through his short, perfectly textured black hair and turns his face slightly to the side. Youâre appreciating his profile for a second before it hits you. This isnât some stranger. Itâs Jeonghan. Itâs just that heâs clearly cut his hair and styled it differently. You quickly return your eyes to your group and only can hope that he hasnât noticed you yet. Then again, Seungkwan has been loud and singing before returning to your table. Most people seem to have noticed him. Still, since Jeonghan hasnât texted you or come over to say anything, you figure that maybe he hasnât seen you. No matter what, you down another drink to forget about checking him out.Â
By the time itâs your turn to go up to the bar and get another round of drinks, youâve mostly pushed the thought of Jeonghan out of your mind. With your back to his table, itâs been much easier to act like he doesnât exist. Once youâre at the bar, itâs a little more difficult. Your eyes find his table without even meaning to. His jacket is still there, but heâs not.Â
âLooking for me?â a soft voice asks from just beside you.Â
It makes you jump a little to realize that heâs somehow right next to you. You try your hardest to act like youâre unaffected when you turn to face him. Try to act like you didnât realize he was there. Kind of fail at that, honestly, because youâre one drink past the point of being able to pull it off. âHey, Jeonghan. How long have you been here?â
He smiles that mischievous smile that always makes him look like he knows something that you donât. âI saw you looking over at my table. You knew I was here.â
âI almost donât recognize you with the new haircut and that leather jacket,â you say and only realize your mistake a second too late.Â
âThe leather jacket back at my table?â he asks, raising an eyebrow in challenge. âI saw you checking your phone too.âÂ
âWere you watching me?â you challenge.
âYes,â he admits freely. âYouâre nice to look at.âÂ
âOh, well thatâs notâŠI didnât mean,â you stutter out, saved by the bartender setting a small tray down of drinks for you and your friends.Â
Somehow, though, because life isnât fair (and neither is Seungkwan), your best friend picks that moment to waltz over claiming he wants to help with drinks. What he really seems to want is to introduce himself to Jeonghan. Even goes as far as pretending he hasnât heard Jeonghanâs name before. Seungkwan manages to sell it better too and you think it would probably pass with anyone else that wasnât paying such sharp attention. Itâs only then that you notice Jeonghan doesnât have a drink in hand. Doesnât really seem the slightest bit drunk. Which is fine until Seungkwan manages to make it even worse by inviting Jeonghan and his friends to come join your group.Â
Then, something else thatâs kind of weird happens. Jeonghan, who has spent the entirety of the semester up until about a week ago terrorizing you, barely says anything to you at all. He talks about his favorite artists with Seungkwan. Asks Chan for suggestions on some movies that heâs recently seen. Even laughs about random ass memes with Vernon. His friends, whose names you canât even remember, fit in just as seamlessly. Itâs a littleâŠwell, uncomfortable. Itâs giving you entirely too much time to think and you donât like it.
So, you do the only reasonable thing and you keep getting drinks. Stay just on the right side of drunk so that youâre aware of your surroundings, but not sober. It makes it easier to deal with everything happening around you.
As the night continues on, your merged groups seem to ebb and flow. Some people wander over, drawn in by the fact that it seems like a fun place to be. Other times, some wander off to make new friends or have new conversations. This is especially true of Seungkwan, which youâre used to. Your roommate is one of the most social people that you know. And then people start to make their excuses to leave as it gets later. How you end up outlasting Chan is a mystery, since he seems to have endless energy. Itâs fine, though. You still have your roommate.
Well, until he tells you, without nearly the amount of shame that he should have, that heâs going to be bringing someone home that he got to talking to about karaoke. Itâs a little unlike him, at least until you realize that the person isnât a stranger. Theyâre definitely someone that Seungkwan has talked to before. It still leaves you a little lost on what to do or where to go.
âI never ask you for anything,â Seungkwan pleads. Itâs patently false. Heâs always asking you for things, just never things like this.Â
âI could text Chan or Vernon to see if theyâll let me crash on their couch,â you say, trying to quickly clear the cloudiness from your brain.Â
âDonât they put their phones into DND as soon as they get home?â Seungkwan asks.
âMy only other option is to just go home and put headphones on,â you say.
âYou could come crash at my place. My roommate wonât be back from a trip til tomorrow,â Jeonghan offers.Â
âPerfect! Thank you!â Seungkwan rushes out.
âUm? Seungkwan? You canât just send me to some stranger's house?â you protest.
âHeâs not a stranger. Heâs been in your class all semester and at your office hours nearly every day,â Seungkwan says with an eye roll. Jeonghan looks vindicated hearing this piece of information. âYouâre so dramatic.âÂ
âItâll be fine. I can sleep in his room and you can sleep in mine. Iâll even make sure you have fresh sheets if youâre worried,â he says.Â
This is definitely a bad idea. Even though youâre not drunk, youâre definitely not sober enough to pretend youâre not at least a little bit interested in Jeonghan. Everything about him seems to be a study in contrasts. Confident but not in some toxic masculinity type of way. Chaotic but serious at the same time. Silly to where he would say he joined a class because heâs good at Legos but also genuinely smart. And beautiful in a way so few men seem to be. Heâs just something entirely his own.
You shake your head because you realize youâre spacing out. This is a terrible idea and one you probably wouldnât agree to if you were sober. Itâs not like heâs actually a stranger, though. Jeonghan seems to have realized the conclusion before you open your mouth. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
âDangerous question,â Jeonghan says with a glint in his eyes.Â
âI love you,â Seungkwan says and wraps you up in a hug before skipping off.Â
âAre you ready to leave, then?â Jeonghan asks when itâs just the two of you.
âYeah, might as well,â you say. He nods, looking a little unsure for the first time since youâve known him and turns to grab his jacket. Says a quick goodbye to his friends and you try to ignore the looks they cast over at you.Â
âLetâs go,â he says a minute later.
âAre we calling an Uber or something?â you ask.
âIâm sober because I rode my bike here,â he says as he leads the way outside.
âIâm sorry, you rode your what?â you ask, brain slow to catch up with what heâs saying. Itâs then that you notice he didnât just grab his jacket. Heâs got a helmet as well.Â
âBike,â he says and indicates a motorcycle parked outside the bar.Â
That brings you up a little short. Itâs the last thing you would have expected when you thought of this man. Though, maybe it shouldnât have been. After all, you said he was a study in contrasts. Isnât this just another one of those?Â
Somehow, the more you look, the more it seems to suit him. Itâs not some big, clunky bike. Not what you typically think of when you think of a motorcycle. Itâs sharp and beautiful, just like he is, even if you can only admit that in your head. He pulls open a compartment that seems to be under the backseat and hands over a helmet.Â
âPromise I wonât go too fast,â he says with a softer smile than youâve seen on him before. Like heâs actually trying to reassure you.Â
Sure, itâs not the first time youâve been on a bike. Itâs just that of all the ways you could have seen this night ending, this wasnât one of them. At least youâre not feeling too self conscious as you slide onto the bike behind Jeonghan and wrap your arms around his waist. You miss the way his breath stutters as you settle in close to him. Miss the way his heart starts to beat out of his chest because youâre too focused on getting comfortable. Donât even think twice about clinging to his lean frame. But, even with the drinks, itâs hard to ignore the way that your body slots perfectly against his. Or the way your thighs squeeze against his hips. Maybe thereâs a lot more to whatever has been happening than youâve been admitting to yourself.Â
Once you reach Jeonghanâs apartment, he carefully helps you off the bike and then puts a bit of distance between you again. Itâs the first time that you notice he seems nervous, like maybe, you think, he might be reconsidering if this was a good idea. Thereâs not really much you can do about that now. You promised Seungkwan that he could have some privacy in the apartment and youâre already here. It canât possibly be so bad that you really regret coming here. It could even help you sort through the very complicated feelings that are making their presence known.Â
Inside the apartment itâs incredibly cozy. Not at all like you imagine two single guys would live while theyâre in school. Itâs not overly cluttered, but it doesnât feel cold either. Jeonghan disappears as soon as you both have your shoes off, which lets you look around at some of the decorations. He returns with a spare t-shirt and shorts for you to change into. Despite your insistence that itâs fine, he just presses them to you and indicates where the bathroom is for you to change.Â
It feels oddlyâŠcomfortable. Like this isnât the first time youâve seen him outside of class or your office. It also makes you take a little longer to change because you have to process whatever youâre feeling. Since youâre not sure exactly what to do after you change, you peek your head out into the living area. Jeonghan is setting some snacks and water out with the TV on in the background. You take it as a sign that youâre supposed to come out and join him. Momentarily, he disappears into his room and reappears also wearing more comfortable clothes.Â
The confusion only gets even worse from there. Maybe itâs just that Seungkwanâs gotten into your head. Since youâre finally processing that you might be interested in being something a little more with Jeonghan, you expect things to go a certain way. Seungkwan, and your other friends, for that matter, seem to think itâs only a matter of time before you cross over into being more than friends. Subconsciously, your brain must have latched onto that. Even wanted it, a little. But, now youâre here, and Jeonghan doesnât do anything. Heâs not the smooth, confident person that youâve gotten to know over the course of the semester. He doesnât try to pull any moves on you. Just makes sure that youâre comfortable, that you like the snacks, and that you like the show he has on.
It all feels like itâs a little too much and so Jeonghan shows you the way to his bedroom. Your nerves feel frayed because surely, this is the moment where things finally shift. Surely this is when he makes whatever move heâs held off on making up until this point. Quickly, you brush off the need to change the sheets. Itâs not like itâs that big of a deal if something else happens. Without giving your brain a chance to overthink it, you lean in to give him a hug. His whole body tenses for a second and youâre about to pull away, when he finally relaxes and wraps his arms around you.
âYou know, you can just sleep in your own bed,â you offer carefully.
âI donât want you to be uncomfortable,â he says through an emotion that you canât place.Â
âI wonât be. Plus, Iâd hate to force you into your roommateâs bed,â you suggest again, meeting his eye to reinforce the point.
âOh, well, itâsâŠâ he starts, eyes avoiding your gaze.
âReally, Jeonghan, itâs fine. Your bed is big,â you say.
âOkay,â he agrees and walks to the other side of the bed.
Itâs confusing, to say the least. He slides into the opposite side of the bed without meeting your eyes again. Youâre not exactly sure how to give him another sign that you want something else to happen without making it too obvious, especially because itâs not clear if he wants that. The guy constantly in your office was just on the right side of flirty. Always trying to wear you down. This Jeonghan in his apartment is much quieter, more reserved. Like heâs not really sure what happens now that heâs gotten you outside of school like he claims heâs wanted.Â
âDâyou usually sleep with the TV on?â he asks and you pull a face.
âIâm not a psycho,â you snort.Â
âGood to know after I let you into my apartment,â he jokes back and turns on the TV anyway. âIâll set a timer just in case we both fall asleep.âÂ
Confusing. Youâre laying in bed with this person that up until tonight you referred to as basically a stranger and thereâs justâŠnothing happening. The two of you are plenty close enough that you could brush up against him, yet not touching at all. His attention seems to stay forward on the TV. Occasionally, he shifts to get more comfortable, but he doesnât get onto his phone or even really look over at you.Â
Thankfully, the bed is comfortable and without even realizing it, you drift off to sleep laying on your side, facing Jeonghan. The last thing you remember is looking up at his face. Appreciating the cut of his jaw and the way the light from the TV threw his features into contrast. Then nothing but the easiest sleep youâve had after a night of drinking.
In the morning, when itâs too early to wake up after a late night but late enough that the sun seeps through the curtains, you have a momentary panic wondering where you are. Slowly, the night before settles back into your brain and you relax into the bed. Itâs only when you feel a weight around your middle that you wonder if everything is coming back. It is, though. You think back to the last things you remember before falling asleep. Jeonghan was safely on his side of the bed. Now, his arm is draped over your waist and heâs breathing rhythmically like heâs still fast asleep. For once, instead of overthinking it, you just slow your brain back down and drift back into sleep. After all, this is one the right path to what you wanted the night before.Â
The sun is fully up when you wake up again if the light streaming around the curtains is any indication. Thatâs not the only difference, either. Thereâs no weight around your waist and, when you look over your shoulder, the other side of the bed is empty. Which isnât entirely surprising when your phone tells you that itâs nearly noon. Itâs very unlike you to sleep in that late, but it makes sense. Youâre just thankful that Jeonghan insisted on giving you so much water and something to make sure you didnât wake up with a headache. Even though youâre still a little tired, youâre not hungover and that feels like a miracle.Â
But, what do you do now? Nothing happened last night, despite genuinely feeling like Jeonghan had some level of interest in you. But, then he did share the bed with you and curl up to you during the night. Maybe that was his subconscious way of showing what he couldnât say. Youâre out of the bed and nearly out the bedroom door when you hear voices drifting in from somewhere else in the apartment. Voices, plural. One is clearly Jeonghan, but the other sounds female and that stops you in your tracks.Â
The decision is immediate once you hear the second voice laughing at something Jeonghan says. You open your group chat with Seungkwan, Chan, and Vernon to ask if any of them are around to pick you up. Chan is the first, and fastest, to respond, saying to drop your location and heâll be out the door to get you in a minute without any questions asked. Thatâs more than youâre expecting and youâre incredibly thankful. Makes it feel like one weight has been lighted as you quickly and quietly get dressed back into the clothes you wore the night before.Â
Chan texts you to let you know heâs only a few minutes out. Thatâs your queue to actually leave the bedroom and make an appearance out in the rest of the apartment. Jeonghanâs back is to you and it looks like heâs got a cup of coffee next to him. The other person you heard from the bedroom is, in fact, a woman. Sheâs stunning in an effortless way that actually makes your head hurt a little bit. It has absolutely nothing to do with the drinks the night before, either. Her eyes land on you and thereâs a smile you canât place. It could be saying that she knows she won, despite whatever effort you made. Something on her face must tip Jeonghan off because he turns around.
And itâs worse than you thought, immediately. The smile on his face is both welcoming and soft, like heâs actually happy to see you. It only makes the whole thing more confusing. Why is he looking at you like that with one of the most beautiful people sitting across from him?Â
âYouâre awake,â he says, still smiling. âI hope Hana here didnât make too much noise.âÂ
âSorry, babe, I only have one volume setting,â she, Hana, apparently, says with another smile you canât place.Â
âDo you want coffee? Something to eat?â Jeonghan says and starts to get out of his chair.
âNo, no, itâs fine. My friend is almost here to pick me up. Thanks for letting me crash last night,â you say without fully meeting Jeonghanâs eyes. It means you miss the confusion that settles in there.
Without a backward glance, youâre out the door and down the elevator. Itâs only another minute or so before Chan pulls up, shockingly by himself, and smiles softly at you as you get into his car. All he asks is if youâre hungry and then starts navigating to your favorite place to get breakfast food thatâs open at least into the early afternoon. Itâs exactly what you need right now.Â
Chan lets you just be in your head while he drives with music playing softly in the background. It might be a dangerous decision, honestly. All you can think about are reasons for that person, Hana, your brain supplies automatically, to be in Jeonghanâs apartment like that. His roommate wasnât home, to the best of your knowledge, so that means she was there for Jeonghan. Was that his girlfriend? Was that why he was so reluctant to do anything the night before? On some level, you do know thatâs probably not the right answer. The rational part of your brain knows that he wouldnât be so calm if that was his girlfriend. Thereâs no space in your brain for rationality right now, though. So, youâre going to stew in the feelings that she could be dating someone.Â
âDo you wanna talk about whatever happened last night?â Chan asks once youâre sitting opposite of each other in a booth.Â
âNot really,â you say. âNothing happened last night, though. So, you donât have to worry about whoever wins the bet.âÂ
âIâm not worried about some stupid bet. Iâm worried about you,â he says.Â
You shrug. âI think I might actually like him.â
âNo shit,â Chan says with a knowing smile.
âYou didnât let me finish. I think I might like him and I donât think it matters,â you say.
âStart at the beginning and weâll figure this out together.âÂ
Itâs been a week since whatever happened at Jeonghanâs apartment and you havenât spoken a word to him since leaving. Not that he hasnât tried to speak to you. After breakfast with Chan, you realized you had both texts and missed calls from Jeonghan trying to figure out what went wrong. Those stay unanswered. Even if youâre being stupid, you canât really bring yourself to behave in a different way. When the next class comes around, you avoid his eyes as much as possible. The one or two times you do look over at him, he looks incredibly hurt and confused. Itâs funny, you think, how heâs the one thatâs acting put out by this whole situation when youâre the one who had to wake up to some other woman in his apartment without understanding anything.Â
That leads to your first office hours. Thankfully, Jeonghan doesnât show up to those like he normally would. The office feels a lot quieter, even though other students stop by to ask questions. It just all feels very professional and detached. Not comfortable in the way it does when he drops by. Itâs hard to admit, even to yourself, that you had gotten used to having him around. That you even looked forward to it. Somehow, youâre not really sure how, Jeonghan became one of your favorite parts of every day you saw him. That realization makes you want to crawl into your bed and hide forever. No matter what, it doesnât feel like youâll have the option to go back to that. It sucks to realize it just took you too long to come to the very obvious conclusion.Â
Now, at least, itâs the weekend again so you have a short reprieve from all things school related. Well, all things Jeonghan related because you still have your own homework to handle, assignments to grade, and a new week to prepare for. At the very least, you deserve a little bit of a treat. Texting the group chat makes you realize, though, that a lot of your friends seem to have their own things going on.Â
Seungkwan is out spending the day with the same person that he brought home last weekend. They seem like theyâre really enjoying getting to know each other, which youâre rooting for wholeheartedly. You want your roommate and best friend to be happy. Vernon is kind of vague saying that heâs got other plans. With anyone else, you might think that heâs also seeing someone. You just know that he tends to be a little spacy when it comes to sharing plans. Knowing Vernon, heâs probably just off with some friend of his. Once again, Chan comes through and says that he could really use a coffee. Apparently, thereâs some new cafe by him that heâs been wanting to try out. It feels like an excuse because Chan will absolutely go anywhere by himself, but you take it all the same. Heâs actually probably the easiest of your friends to speak to about this, even if heâs younger than you are.Â
One sip into your drink proves that this is the best decision for a Saturday afternoon. Chan chatters away about the things that have been going on in his life. Heâs taking more dance classes in every free moment he has and itâs nice to see the way his face lights up talking about it. He certainly seems happier than any time you see him talking about his actual classes. Think about suggesting he give up one thing to pursue something else that would truly make him happy. His face is different when heâs happy like this. It makes it obvious how strained he feels with everything else.
A laugh pierces through the crowd and it gives you the worst sense of deja vu. Suddenly, youâre back in Jeonghanâs apartment. Which is crazy, right? What are the odds that he and the mystery woman are in this same coffee shop at the same time as you and Chan?
Not impossible, apparently. Well, at least in part. Your eyes cast around for the source of the laugh when they land on the mystery woman sitting with someone else that you donât recognize. Your brain tries to stutter over the name before it forces you to think, Hana. Just as youâre about to look away, her eyes find yours like she could sense someone looking at her. She flashes a smile, which you try to return, before looking back at Chan and whatever story heâs sharing.Â
That should be it. Except, when she appears by your side a moment later, you realize itâs not. She has someone else youâve never seen in tow behind her. Chan, not always as quick on the uptake, looks up at her in confusion.
âHey, I wasnât sure if you remembered meâŠâ she begins and youâre quick to answer.
âI do, yeah. Sorry about the other day,â you say. Chanâs face has a look of dawning comprehension.Â
âNo, no, itâs fine. Iâm sorry if I did something to offend you. I didnât even catch your name,â Hana says and you open your mouth to share before she cuts you off with a wave of her hand. âNo, Jeonghan told me. Heâs done nothing but speak about you for weeks now.â
âAnd I thought I could be annoying,â the mystery person says from behind Hana.
âOh, Iâm so rude. This is my boyfriend, Joshua,â Hana introduces and your brain short circuits. What? Boyfriend?
âAnd Jeonghanâs roommate. I hit traffic coming back last weekend or I wouldâve been there to meet you as well. Make the morning even more awkward,â he jokes.
âIâm sorry,â you say, rapidly trying to make your brain connect. âYou two are dating?â
âYup!â Hana says with a smile and then notices your face. âWait, what did you think? That I was dating Jeonghan?â
âOh, well, I donât know. I just thoughtâŠit was still early-ish in the day andâŠâ you stumble awkwardly.Â
âBabe, no. Jeonghan is very single. I was just early getting there because Joshua hit traffic and I was excited to see him,â she says. âHe will kill me for saying this, but he hasnât talked about anyone but you since the class started.â
âPlease note that I had no part in spilling the beans. I have to live with him,â Joshua jokes.Â
âAnd just so thereâs no more confusion, Iâm one of her closest friends, Chan. Not a boyfriend or date or anything like that,â Chan says.Â
âOh!â Hana says and turns to Joshua. âJeonghan was mentioning him, remember? There was a movie we were supposed to watch.âÂ
âYeah, he did mention that,â Joshua agrees.
âAnyway, Iâm sure you have lots to think about, but Iâm nosy and I figured Iâd say hi. Have a good weekend!â Hana says, full of more energy than anyone should have on the weekend. Joshua gives a smile and follows her out of the shop.
As soon as theyâre out of sight, you drop your head into your hands. All that worrying and you could have just talked to him. Could have avoided this whole idiotic situation.Â
âFeeling kinda dumb right now?â Chan asks. You raise your head to glare at him. âI did say it didnât seem like he was seeing someone.âÂ
âNot the time, Chan,â you say.
âItâs completely the time. Look, yeah you fucked up by not just talking to him. But, you admitted that you liked him. He clearly likes you. Just talk to him. Iâm sure you can fix it,â he says.Â
âI donât know,â you start. âI was such an asshole.âÂ
âI mean, yeah, you kind of were. But, he spent that whole night after Seungkwan invited them over getting to know your friends. Genuinely interested in everything we said. Heâs not doing that just to make more friends. He wants to show you that he can fit into your life without anything really having to change,â Chan reasons and it brings you up short.
âWhen did you get so smart?â you question.
âIâve always been smart, you just treat me like a baby,â he says with an eye roll.
âYou are the baby in this friend group,â you point out.Â
âJust go figure out how to make it up to him,â Chan says.Â
Even though you know it was a terrible miscommunication, youâre not sure how to approach Jeonghan for the rest of the weekend. Youâre also not sure how the conversation will go. So, despite knowing better, you decide to just take your time. Get yourself completely set for the coming week and figure that youâll see Jeonghan during the next class. As much as you want resolution, you donât feel like it would be enough for you to text him and ask to talk. That could also be taken wildly out of context.
So, you prepare for the next class. Make sure you look a little cuter than you normally would for class. Go over what youâre going to say with both Seungkwan and Chan, whoâs gotten incredibly invested in the whole situation. Itâs another class where youâll just be sitting in the back and listening, which might also make it easier. Youâre a little early getting there so that you can set all your things down.Â
But, then the class starts to fill in and you donât see Jeonghan. Professor Choi closes the door, doesnât comment on Jeonghanâs absence, and just starts teaching. Itâs unusual. He normally takes attendance. Instead, he does a head count of the students and gets on with teaching. Everyone else is there. Jeonghan is the only one missing. You figure that maybe he reached out about missing the class. It leaves a weird feeling in your stomach, though, because you wonder if heâs okay. What if something happened to him?Â
At the end of class, you join Choi at the front as you do on every other occasion. The answer comes immediately when Choi looks up at you. âMr. Yoon emailed me before the class to say that he was feeling very sick and wouldnât be able to make it. I assured him you would send over some notes on the subject matter today.âÂ
You try to avoid any relief that you feel at knowing itâs at least nothing that serious. It sucks that heâs sick, but at least he wasnât in an accident or anything. You need to stop going to the worst case scenario, honestly. âOh, sure. Iâm sure heâs already ahead on the material, but Iâll send it over.â
âHeâs such a good student,â Choi agrees. âThank you for helping him with the proposal. Iâm not sure if you read it over, but itâs exactly what I was looking for.â
âI did read it because he wrote it during my office hours. But, it was all him,â you say.Â
Professor Choi looks up at you like he knows thatâs not entirely true. âI can feel your influence on it. In a good way, of course. You have a habit of helping people get to their best results.â
âThank you,â you say earnestly. Itâs the most genuine compliment heâs ever given you. He reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a folder to hand to you. âDid I miss picking up an assignment to grade?â
âNo,â he says with a smile youâre not used to seeing. âThis is your letter for the recommendation packet. I already sent it in, but I thought you might like to see a copy.â
âThank you so much, Professor Choi,â you say with a relieved sigh.Â
âYouâre incredibly bright, probably one of the brightest students Iâve ever taught,â he says and it takes you completely by surprise. âI know itâs probably seemed like Iâve been hard on you because I have been. I knew there was even more potential in you waiting to be coaxed out. I also know I made it much easier on John to ask for a recommendation. But, between you and I, your letter is much more complimentary and personal than his was. I canât wait to see what you accomplish.âÂ
It all suddenly makes sense. Everything that Choi has put you through since asking for his letter. It almost makes you laugh. âIâm sorry for doubting your motives for asking me to TA this class.â
Now, Professor Choi does actually laugh. âOh, no need to apologize for that. Itâs much easier to get the most out of a student when they think they have something to prove.â
âYou may be onto something,â you agree.
âIâll see you next class,â he says and closes up his briefcase to head off.
With that bit of good news, you feel a lot lighter. You almost donât even need to read the letter (though, you definitely will later). Itâs enough to know that your entire future is still open ahead of you. It makes all of the miscommunication with Jeonghan feel incredibly silly. It also makes you feel a little bolder. So, you figure that you still have the location for Jeonghanâs apartment dropped in a group chat. Why not get him some food and medicine to help him feel better? Itâll give you a chance to apologize for how youâve handled everything up until this point.Â
That idea seems a little poorly thought out when you show up at Jeonghanâs apartment with soup and medication. He answers the door, looking completely fine healthwise and confused to see you standing on the other side of the door.Â
âProfessor Choi said you were really sick so I figured Iâd bring some soup to help you feel better,â you offer, holding up the bag to show him.Â
âWhy are you here?â he asks. Thereâs none of the normal warmth.
âI was worried about you,â you admit.
He sighs and leans against the doorframe without letting you in. âI canât do these mind games.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you say immediately. âI know I messed up really badly. I owe you an apology.âÂ
âYou might as well come in,â Jeonghan says and steps aside. âSoup does also sound good. Itâs cold out.âÂ
âRight, here,â you say and hand it over to him.
âIs there enough for you to eat with me?â he asks and takes the bag. âOh, it looks like it. Wanna join me? And you can try to explain whatâs been going on?âÂ
âSure,â you agree.
Itâs mostly silent as Jeonghan heats up the soup and puts it into two bowls for you to enjoy it with him. He sets the bowls at the kitchen table and also sets some drinks down for you. The two of you take a few sips first before you venture to explain whatâs been going on.
âIâm really sorry, Jeonghan,â you say.
âSo youâve said,â he comments. Heâs not going to make this easy on you.
âThat whole night when I stayed here wasnât exactly what I signed up for,â you admit. He opens his mouth, but you wave him off. âLet me try to get this out. You were so kind and caring to me when you brought me back here. Then, I was kind of expecting something to happen and nothing didâŠâ
âBecause you had been drinking. I wasnât just gonna be like hey, letâs jump into bed when your mind wasnât fully clear,â he says with a scoff.Â
âThatâs fair. I get that,â you acknowledge. âThen, I donât know. I saw Hana sitting out here with you the next day and I just kinda freaked out. I had realized that I might actually like you and hereâs this beautiful person in your apartment for who knows what reason. I worried she was your girlfriend or something.â
He snorts a little derisively at that. âThat would be kinda shitty to share a bed with you and then let you walk out to find me with a girlfriend. Sheâs not, by the way. Sheâs my roommate Joshuaâs girlfriend.â
âYeah, I know. I ran into her and Joshua while I was getting coffee over the weekend,â you admit sheepishly. This seems to surprise him.
âYou met Joshua?â he asks.Â
âThey didnât tell you?â you ask in return and he shakes his head. âProbably because Hana told me that Iâm the only one youâve talked about since starting the class.âÂ
âI wouldnât have even cared if I had an answer to why you started ignoring me,â he says.Â
âI got a bit scared,â you say softly.Â
âThat doesnât mean you shouldnât just speak to me,â he insists.
âI know that. I really am sorry, thatâs all I can say,â you offer.Â
âWell that and you can tell me that you do actually like me. Not that you might like me or something else vague,â he says with a glint to his eyes.Â
âYou areâŠinfuriating,â you say with a laugh. âYouâre beautiful and smart and funny and impossibly kind. You make me want to pull out my hair at least once a dayâŠâ
âDonât do that. You have nice hair,â he interjects.
âBut, yes, Iâm trying not to be scared anymore. So yeah, I do like you,â you say.
âWhat about being the TA for my class?â he asks and you shrug.Â
âThe class will end eventually,â you say.Â
âDoes this count as our first date, then?â he asks like the true demon he is.Â
âOnly if you plan something else for our second date,â you concede.
âDeal,â he agrees.Â
Everything feels a little bit easier after that. A little bit lighter. Like you actually can breathe for the first time all semester. You tell Jeonghan about the letter and he suggests that you read it right then with him. It makes sense, in a way. Working with Jeonghan has brought out exactly the side to you that Choi wanted to see. It feels like this is kind of his win as well, even though he didnât realize it. It also feels a little less overwhelming to read it with him by your side. (Itâs a rave. Way better than anything you could have dared to hope for and better than any other letter written by him that youâve read. Everything feels worth it and like it falls into place.)
Now that the awkwardness is out of the way, Jeonghan shares that he wasnât actually sick, which you already know. Itâs obvious looking at him that he feels fine. It does surprise you a bit that he admits to avoiding you to give himself time to process, though. Then he moves onto talking about Joshua and Hana, grumbling that they hadnât told him about running into you after you relay the entire conversation. Even goes as far as to say that he would have come to class so that you could have figured all of this out. Instead, he admits telling Joshua about the plan to skip. Thatâs why Joshua isnât there, though. He claimed he was going to give Jeonghan his space to work through whatever he was feeling and spend the night at Hanaâs. You make a mental note to thank Joshua for that.Â
âHow early is your day tomorrow? Do you want to stay and watch a movie or something?â he asks a little awkwardly when you finish your soup.
âNot that early,â you answer easily. âA movie sounds good, but can we watch something in your room? I feel like laying in bed and being lazy.â
âOh, uh, sure,â he says.
âWe donât have to,â you say quickly.
âCan I say something thatâs really gonna make me lookâŠnot cool?â he asks.Â
âSure,â you say curiously.
âYou make me a little nervous,â he admits.Â
That completely surprises you. Nothing about Jeonghan really seems anything short of confident in everything that he does. Itâs kind of nice to see him falter. All you do is hold out a hand to him. âItâs okay, thereâs nothing to be nervous about.â
He takes your hand easily and lets you lead him into his own bedroom. Seems very content to let you just set the pace of whatâs happening. So, you settle on top of his covers and he hands you the remote. Itâs nice to get to control whatâs on the TV for a change, even if youâre not really paying much attention to it. Jeonghan is a little stiff against his headboard as you try to settle into his body.Â
âIs it okay if I lean against you like this?â you ask, suddenly worrying this is too much.
âOf course,â he says after a moment.Â
âYou can tell me ifâŠâ you start.
âNo,â he says firmly. âNo, Iâve been thinking about this since the last time I had you in my bed.â
âJust since then?â you tease.
âNo, it was definitely before then, but Iâve already lost a lot of cool points,â he says.
âI donât want to possibly misread the signs, but are you okay withâŠâ you start, once again, before he cuts you off.
âI am fine with absolutely anything you want to give me,â he says and you wish you could see his face. Wonder if heâs blushing.
âAnd if thatâs just a cuddle?â you test.
âFine,â he says.
âOr if itâs a kiss?â you ask and feel the breath he takes. âOr what about if itâs a lot more than a kiss?âÂ
He takes another beat. His voice sounds a bit strained when he speaks. âDefinitely more than just fine.âÂ
Thatâs really all the confirmation that you need. Making sure youâre on the same page is important and getting this kind of consent makes it easier to relax. You settle further back into his chest and pull his arm around you, let one of your own arms drape across his lap. It feels like it might be easier for him to settle that way. So that you canât see his face and he doesnât have to worry about losing any more cool points. Not that those really matter with you anyway. More than anything, itâs entertaining to see the way this constantly confident, perpetual pain in the ass gets so tongue-tied now that heâs getting what he wants.Â
The more time goes by, the more he seems to relax a little more into whatâs happening around him. His fingers absently run along your arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. He leans his head down to meet yours and you could swear his lips press the lightest kiss into your hair. His entire presence is a little overwhelming. And he smells amazing. Itâs such a unique scent that you canât place. Something light, airy, and delicate. Something that seems to perfectly suit him. It might be your new favorite scent.Â
Nothing about the TV show is keeping your attention. It feels like little more than a precursor to what you both know is coming. But, Jeonghan doesnât make the first move beyond the contact his fingers make with your arm. The first actual move seems like it might belong to you, which is actually kind of exciting. Itâs a bit thrilling to know that youâre going to be in charge with this man whoâs done nothing but send every one of your senses into overdrive. Itâs nice to know that he doesnât need to be in control of everything.Â
Almost as if youâre testing the water, you run your hand across his lap, careful to go slowly. He stops breathing for a second as he seems to wait to see what youâll do next. It prompts you to run your hand back and forth a few more times, not bothering to move on from the subtle imprint of his dick through his sweatpants. Everything about him stills: his hand freezes on your arm, he doesnât fidget, and his breathing is incredibly shallow. He starts to get noticeably harder underneath your hand while you keep your eyes trained forward, even though you have no idea whatâs going on in whatever show you picked as background noise. Thereâs something strangely intimate about this in the way it feels a little innocent.Â
Finally, when he starts to moan a little with each motion, you pull your hand away. Delight in the way he actually whimpers at the loss of contact. Itâs time to actually face him so that you can see what youâre doing to him. Repositioning yourself, you see the look on his face. Heâs a little flushed just from the attention and his eyes are wide. Waiting. All heâs doing is waiting to let you set what happens next, like he canât really believe that this is happening after so much time. It is, though.Â
You run a hand through his hair and marvel at how soft it is when it looks perfectly styled. Either his hair just looks like that or heâs got the best products in the world. Neither feels fair when heâs already this stunningly beautiful. Gently, you lean forward to press your lips against his. Let your hand tangle in his hair as you anchor yourself to him. The kiss is at complete odds with you slowly rubbing him through his pants. Thereâs a little bit of desperation and youâre not even sure which of you itâs coming from. All you know for sure is that his lips are so soft that they feel like clouds and he doesnât even fight you for control when you slide your tongue into his mouth. Just meets whatever pace you set. He really is happy with whatever you give him.Â
Your free hand winds down his body and doesnât waste any time slipping into the waistband of his pants. When your hand wraps around his cock, he tries to pull away from the kiss, but you donât let him. The moan that comes from you running your thumb over his tip gets caught up in your lips. You pull your hand out just long enough to spit into your palm and return it to the inside of his pants. Jeonghan does break the kiss when your hand wraps around his cock and strokes the first time, a hiss coming out of his mouth.Â
âAre you still sure youâre okay?â you ask, but itâs almost more of a tease.Â
âFuck,â he hisses out. âPlease donât stop. Please.â
Hearing him nearly begging like that is the sweetest sound youâve ever heard. Never could you have imagined you would have this man like putty beneath your hands. Itâs going to your head a little bit and then it hits you. You wonder if you can make him come just like this. Wonder how that would feel to have that kind of power over him.Â
So, you do the only logical thing, and decide to test it out. You kiss him again, fierce and messy and desperate. Keep a steady rhythm of stroking him. Heâs a squirming, writhing mess under your touch and itâs like he doesnât even remember what to do with his hands. Itâs actually turning you on as well to know that he wants you this bad. That nothing more than your lips and his touch are going to send him over the edge. Itâs obvious when he starts getting close because he works harder to break the kiss. Canât seem to catch his breath. You take a little pity on him and kiss across his jaw. Even pull away to watch him as he squeezes his eyes shut.
âYouâre gonna make me come,â he whimpers.
âSo come,â you direct.
âI canât come in my pants like a fucking teenager,â he protests. âPlease, Iâm beggingâŠâ
âI want you to come for me, Jeonghan. Right now. Exactly like this. Come for me and show me how desperate youâve been to have my hands on your cock,â you instruct.
âFuck,â he draws out. âFuck, I canâtâŠIâm gonnaâŠâ
His release comes almost out of nowhere, so hard and heavy that it coats your hand as you continue to stroke him through the release, coaxing every last bit from him. Once heâs spent, he collapses back against the headboard of the bed and you see any tension drain from his body. You pull your hand from inside his pants and wipe it off on them. Thankfully, he doesnât even seem to protest.Â
While his breathing steadies, you shift and get off of the bed. He slowly opens his eyes and tracks your movement. Only swallows a little hard when you start to undress without taking your eyes off him. Sometimes, this part makes you a little self conscious. Itâs much easier now, though, knowing you had just made Jeonghan come in his pants. Thatâs an ego boost you never expected to get. His breath stutters when you even remove your bra and panties, leaving yourself completely exposed before him. His eyes go somehow even wider when you get back onto the bed and position yourself in front of him. He reaches out to touch you, but you slap his hand away.
âOh, no, no,â you chastise softly. âNo, my little demon, you are going to watch now.â
âWatch?â he asks.Â
âYes, watch,â you confirm and study his face. âDonât you want to watch me get myself off? Donât you want to watch me show you exactly what it is that I like?âÂ
âF-fuck thatâsâŠwow,â he stutters out.Â
You lean back, using one hand behind you on the bed to brace yourself. You spread your legs open to show him the way your pussy already glistens a little. The kissing and the feel of bringing him over the edge like that really turned you on. Itâs a little bit of a first for you. Running a finger up your entrance, you collect some of the wetness there. Do it once more for good measure. And then, still emboldened by whatâs happened so far, you reach forward to hold your finger out to Jeonghan. Let it run along his lip until he takes it into his mouth and tastes you.Â
âFuck, youâre soâŠjust, fuck,â he hisses. âCan IâŠâ
âNo,â you say and cut him off, pulling your finger back.Â
Now that youâve had a taste of him begging for something, you want to drive him to that again. Want to get him so turned on that he canât even see straight. You slowly tease at your entrance and watch the way his eyes track each movement. When you use your free hand to play with one of your nipples, he seems like he canât really figure out where to look. Then, you slide one finger into your pussy and itâs like he canât see to take his eyes off the motion. You moan, even though itâs nowhere near enough of a stretch, and increase the rhythm. Quickly add another finger and start to fuck yourself just the way you like. Just the way you would when you want to draw out your release a little more than using a toy. You slide your free hand down your body and use it to rub small circles on your clit. Somewhere, the thought of Jeonghan watching you becomes a little secondary. Itâs incredibly sexy to know that heâs just watching, but youâre also invested in your own high. You want to do this for yourself as much as to show Jeonghan. Canât possibly realize that Jeonghan is even more turned on knowing that youâre so lost to your own passion.Â
The orgasm washes over you more suddenly than youâre expecting and it takes a moment to catch your breath. It takes another moment to realize that Jeonghan has undressed himself while you were lost in your own world. He isnât touching himself though and you canât figure out if heâs still sensitive or just waiting for your permission. Itâs hard to avoid the realization that every part of him is beautiful. His body is all lean lines, not overly muscular, yet still looks strong. Even his cock is kind of beautiful in a way, which isnât fair. Itâs not surprising, though.Â
âThat was one of the sexiest things Iâve ever seen,â he admits, a little breathless.Â
âDâyou think you can make me come as well?â you tease. âWant to feel my pussy squeeze around you?âÂ
He nods immediately and it makes you laugh a little. âI know I can. I wantâŠâÂ
âTo taste me?â you offer and his eyes go dark with lust.Â
âCan I?â he asks. âCan I actually get a taste? Just your finger wasnât really enough.âÂ
âI want to see what that mouth can do when itâs not talking a mile a minute,â you say. âI hope youâre just as good with your tongue.â
Itâs obvious that this catches him a little off guard that youâre so confident now with him. So easily fall into telling him exactly what you want him to do. But, youâre very curious to see what his skills are like. The two of you reposition so that he can settle between your legs. His eyes find yours, searching, Maybe asking permission. You nod and he uses his fingers to spread your lips open. He licks up your core and mutters a quiet fuck under his breath at your lingering wetness. The breath against your core sends a slight shiver through your body.Â
After all the build up and everything, you donât really have the patience for him to go slow. So, you tangle your hand into his hair and press his head further into your cunt. Force his nose to brush against your clit. Donât really stop to consider if itâs too much for him. His moans into you seem to show that theyâre not, though. Itâs nice to just take what you need and know that heâs enjoying it just as much as you are. When you ask him (read: tell him) to add a finger, he does it without question. For someone that always seems to have a retort for everything, heâs surprisingly quiet now. Nothing piercing the quiet of the room apart from the constant stream of moans from both of you and curses from you as you get closer to your second orgasm.Â
The second one hits a lot harder than the first, a fact that you wouldnât really want to admit to Jeonghan. Itâs too obvious to hide, though. You donât even care. Jeonghanâs tongue is far better than anything you could have dreamed about. Not that you were dreaming about it. (And not that you ever got yourself off in the shower or in your bed, late at night, thinking of the annoying guy who wouldnât ever seem to leave you alone. Absolutely not.) When you open your eyes again, you find Jeonghan looking at you with awe. Thereâs nothing smug about his look. It makes your insides go even a little mushier. Itâs definitely not the time for those kinds of emotions.Â
âWow,â is all Jeonghan says.Â
âYeah,â you agree.Â
âDo you still want toâŠ? I mean, can we stillâŠâ he starts.
âJeonghan, do I make you feel that nervous?â you joke. âYou just ate me out and made me come all over your face.âÂ
He shrugs. âI just donât wanna press my luck.âÂ
âMaybe we just stop here then,â you say with a return shrug. âIâm not sure you want it enough.â
âOh, no, I definitely want it,â he disagrees.
âAre you sure?â you taunt. âSure you can handle it?âÂ
That unleashes a side of Jeonghan you havenât fully seen yet. The next moment, heâs begging you for your pussy. Begging you to show you how much he still wants you. Begging to make up for the fake that he came in his pants just at your touch. Just begging for anything and everything. He even goes as far as to say that heâll do all the work. It shouldnât be working for you. Itâs kind of lame, the way he just canât seem to stop himself from running his mouth. And, unfortunately, itâs working for you. You kiss him just to make him stop.Â
The kiss immediately turns into something desperate, but youâre not sure which one of you takes it there first. Every new bit of him you get only makes you want even more of him. Itâs kind of insane to think you werenât even sure you liked him when itâs been so easy to fall into this. Jeonghan breaks the kiss and reaches over into his nightstand for a condom. Somehow, he manages to get it on in nearly record speed, despite his nerves about everything else. He doesnât waste any time in positioning himself, either. You lie back when he spreads your legs open and seems a little drunk on the sight of you. You tap his side with your foot and he shakes his head clear of whatever he was thinking.Â
Jeonghan lines himself up at your entrance and presses his tip in. You arch your back, moaning at the initial stretch. Itâs immediately better than either of your fingers or his tongue. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in and it makes him snap into you in one swift movement. All you wanted was to be full and you squeeze your walls around him. Direct him to move. The two of you work together to figure out the right pace, knowing that neither of you is likely to last all that long. Youâre both a little sensitive from everything in the lead up to this moment. Still, you revel in the way that Jeonghan rolls his hips into you. Appreciate the way that he nearly pulls all the way out before snapping back into you. Moan into the sloppy kiss when your mouths crash together. Itâs hard to tell where your own whines start and his moans begin. The sounds all kind of blend together into some kind of weird harmony.Â
Where Jeonghan was incredibly vocal when he was begging, he doesnât seem to have a coherent thought to share now. Yet, his eyes never leave you. Like heâs trying to map each part of your body. Itâs too fast for him to learn what you actually like. Thatâs not what you need, not right now. What you need is to have another release, one that comes at the same time as his own. And thatâs exactly what you get when you come hard again just as you feel his thrusts stutter. A moment later, heâs coming into the condom and eventually stilling inside of you.Â
The last thing you want is to feel the loss of him inside of you, but you understand that he has to pull out. His breathing is heavy when he rolls over onto his back. Itâs clear that he doesnât want to get out of bed. That itâs a struggle. But, he gets up to dispose of the condom and you hear water running in the distance. He returns a moment later with a wet cloth and starts gently washing you without even asking. He tosses the cloth on his dresser and then collapses back on the bed next to you. Pulls you into his body without a second thought.
âI donât want to go anywhere,â you say softly while youâre nestled into him.Â
âLike I would let you leave,â he says just as softly.
âOh, the man that begs for my pussy is going to force me to stay?â you challenge.Â
You feel the way his chest slightly rumbles with laughter. âI was hoping youâd let me live for a second.â
âAfter you not letting me live since we met? Fat chance,â you answer.
âI suppose I deserved that,â he says.
âI really donât want to leave tonight, though, so hopefully you have more clothes to lend me,â you say.
âYouâre gonna have to let me move for that,â he says in return.
âWorst offer Iâve gotten all day, but fine,â you agree and allow him to disentangle from you.Â
Once he offers you some clothes, you also get up from the bed to get dressed. Try not to ogle Jeonghan too much as he does the same. He catches you, because of course he does, but surprisingly doesnât say anything. Only smiles back at you. You help him remake the bed before the two of you go back out into the living area. It occurs to you that you didnât exactly let your roommate know what you were up to before just heading straight over to see Jeonghan.
A fact that is immediately obvious when you see the texts and missed calls on your phone. Oop.
âHey,â you call out to Jeonghan. âMy roommate, Iâm sure you remember himâŠâ
âYeah, Seungkwan, right?â he asks.
âYeah, heâs freaking out because I forgot to say I was coming over here,â you say. âIâm just gonna call him really quick to let him know Iâm fine and Iâll see him tomorrow.â
âDo you want privacy?â he asks and you just laugh lightly.
âNot sure I need it,â you say and the phone is already ringing. Seungkwan answers nearly immediately.
âWhat the fuck? Are you okay?â he asks instead of saying hello.
âChill, Kwan, Iâm fine,â you answer.Â
âWhere are you? Your class ended hours ago,â he says.
âHas it been hours?â you ask with some amount of surprise.Â
âWait, where are you?â he asks again, sounding calm but skeptical now.Â
âI justâŠjust donât worry about me for the night, okay? Iâll be home tomorrow,â you say.Â
âSwitch to video, you whore,â Seungkwan says skeptically.
âDonât be a weirdo,â you retort.
âCome on! Turn on your camera!â he yells and you pull the phone away from your ear.
âFucking fine,â you grumble and press the button on your phone before holding it back up to your face.
âI KNEW IT!â he shrieks gleefully. âWhoâs shirt is that?â
âOh, well, itâsâŠâ you stall and look over at Jeonghan. Heâs already moving toward you.
âWell?â Seungkwan prompts as Jeonghan leans over behind you so his face shows in the camera.
âItâs mine,â Jeonghan answers and Seungkwan looks like Christmas came early.
âWell, hello Jeonghan,â he says.Â
âI promise to take good care of her and send her back in one piece,â Jeonghan says and Seungkwan canât contain his grin.
âKeep her as long as you like. Iâm about to be so rich,â he says, far happier than he should be.
âGoodbye Seungkwan. Iâll see you tomorrow,â you say and hang up before he can say anything.Â
Once you hang up, Jeonghan gives you an odd look. Like heâs trying to figure out what Seungkwan just said.
âDo IâŠwant to ask?â he finally asks.
You sigh. âSeungkwan started placing and taking bets about me sleeping with you as soon as I mentioned you.âÂ
âAnd when was that?â he asks, seemingly not even surprised by the bets. You internally curse.
âAfter the very first class when you mentioned you joined because you like Legos,â you admit.Â
âWe could have saved so much time,â he whines and you just shake your head.
âThis is exactly how it was supposed to go,â you disagree.
âMaybe,â he concedes. âShould we get some sleep? We can figure everything else out in the light of day.â
âSounds perfect,â you agree and follow him to bed.Â
Itâs far easier than it should be to settle into bed with him. Like youâve done it a million times before. Maybe itâs okay to allow yourself to have the things you want. Maybe this can all be as easy as attaching one block to another until you have something amazing.Â
i hope you liked it! and like i said, i'll be back to fix any spelling/grammar errors after the weekend.
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things you do that make svt bust quick (nsfw)
seungcheol â; tell him how good heâs doing
heâs a leo male⊠please stroke his ego.
tell him how you love his cock, how big he is, how it hits so deep inside you. tell him âright there,â and âkeep going,â and to do it âjust like that.â
stroke his possessive side too. tell him no one else can fuck you like he can, no one else can stretch you out so good, no one else can make you cum like he does. tell him that your pussy is made for him only.
be loud for him. god, he loves hearing you moan. say his name, beg for more, sob, whimper, gasp for him. donât be shy about it. itâll only be a matter of time before you butter him up enough to make him cum.
jeonghan â; beg
everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someoneâso imagine what he gets like when youâre writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.
âwhat is it, pretty?â he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. itâs torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him itâs worthwhile.
âwanna cum, hannie,â you whimper.
âhm⊠i donât know if i should let you yet,â he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you donât miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.
âplease, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. iâve been so good,â you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.
you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and heâs sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesnât take long for either of you to cum after that.
joshua â; make eye contact
his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, heâd tell you that it was gazing into your irises.
itâs also his biggest weakness. from the way youâve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though youâre only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.
when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesnât stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.
heat washes over his whole body, heâs gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.
jun â; put his fingers in your mouth
when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.
the effect you have on him is dangerous, because youâre equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and youâre not afraid to show him.
and you love his hands, he knows you doâknows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.
junâs mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like heâs praying to you, all the while youâre sucking on his finger like a devil.
hoshi â; scratch him
heâs a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.
when heâs got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you canâfingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.
your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.
the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. whatâs even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.
wonwoo â; cry
youâre such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and youâre already overstimulatedââbut baby, i havenât even put my cock in you yet,â heâll coo.
like itâs your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.
by the time he does get inside you, youâre gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because heâs so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that itâs dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends heâs not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.
your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then youâre keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and itâs only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.
woozi â; pull his hair
heâs been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, itâs backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shouldersâand still he doesnât plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.
when his face is between your legs youâre nothing short of a feral animalâyour hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (itâs because heâs about to cream his pants).
when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.
dokyeom â; hold his hand
a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.
heâs losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he canât bare to look at youâhe needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesnât cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.
and when he fucks you itâs no differentâitâs him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, thereâs nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.
mingyu â; take control
heâs big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.
but thatâs exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.
you canât exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him heâs not allowed to touch you or youâll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.
you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and heâll do just thatâand as soon as you utter the words, heâs gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.
minghao â; whisper in his ear
minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him heâs entranced, and heâs always been more of a listener than a talker, and itâs perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.
your voiceâminghaoâs kryptonite, his achillesâ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when heâs got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when heâs overseas and he canât call you. maybe heâll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.
the final blow is when youâre getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. âplease, hao, iâm so close,â you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. âyou are too, right? cum for me, please. iâll cum for you too.â
so he does just thatâminghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.
seungkwan â; wrap your legs around him
itâs a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he canât, constant physical touch is the next best thing.
he likes to think he has relatively good self-controlâŠmost of the time. like when heâs buried to the hilt inside you, heâs incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.
somehow he never sees it comingâwhen your arms are snaked around his neck and youâre holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. âcum inside me, seungkwannie?â
and itâs not like he has much choice with the way youâve trapped him inside of you, but thatâs the very reason why the next second heâs pumping you full, because when itâs you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?
vernon â; touch yourself
itâs not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks youâre the hottest thing alive and heâs so enamoured with you that itâs too much for him sometimes, but you best believe heâll put his all into holding out just for you.
there are times, however, where heâs just a man. and whatâs a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?
and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?
dino â; say âi love youâ
another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you⊠the list of things he is around you is endless.
it shows in the way he fucks youâalways takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.
where he really doesnât stand a chance however is when heâs bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with youâso close youâre practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.
his forehead is plastered to yours, the pair of you revelling in one anotherâs sweat and gasps for air. âi love you,â you confess gently, and chan falls over the edge of pleasure not a moment later.
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2019 debut year special <> you do too much pt 2
word count: 2.8k TW: anxiety, hurt, angst, comfort, mentions of hit the road trauma italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin
She supposed she should've expected tour to be difficult. The first couple legs of their An Ode tour were fine, Cyana had gone in wide-eyed and immensely happy to be sharing the stage with her found family. She liked how she was able to hear the cheers of their fans every night and how it lingered even after the concert. She was still nervous about returning to LA for their North American leg, but Joshua had promised he'd make it okay. Cyana always had a strong love for travelling, and was glad she could do it while performing.
Everything started to go sideways moments before landing in Jakarta.
"1-10, Cyana?" Jun touched her shoulder gently to catch her attention. They were waiting at the airport for the others to get through security.
She blinked. "7." It was a system she had started with the boys, finding that asking for a number was easier than asking how their condition was. It was easier for them to answer to, if the pain was rated on a scale. She had deemed anything lower than a 4 to be dangerous and a cause of worry. So far nobody had reported anything lower than 6. Thank god. "What about you?" She asked back. She had noticed the heavy eye bags despite Jun covering his face with a hat.
The boy shrugged. "7 too. Just tired."
She turned, about to tap Dino and ask him the same question, when Wonwoo stood up, startling them all. He had been napping and his sudden movement was unexpected.
"What's going on?" Jun asked, grabbing Wonwoo's elbow to steady the boy.
"They're here." Wonwoo nodded to the rest of the group, who had finished security and was approaching them. He nudged Dino awake with his foot. "Let's go. I need to crash on the plane."
Cyana grabbed her bag, grateful the staff had taken all their luggage. In her drowsy state, she would have a higher chance of forgetting her things than anything else. Shuffling to Seungcheol's side, she walked to match his pace. It was unusual that she could, most times Seungcheol walked too fast for her to keep up.
"Cheol? Number?" She asked, her eyes betraying her worry. Joshua looked over from Seungcheol's other side with as much worry as she felt.
Seungcheol seemed to struggle to even compute the question. "5." He mumbled, glancing at them both. "I'm fine."
Cyana's eyebrows furrowed. "That's low."
"Not a 4." Seungcheol countered. "Don't push it." The tone of his voice sounded more weak than stern.
Cyana could only look at Joshua, who shrugged. She remembered what he had told her just this morning, when she complained to him she just wanted to strap Seungcheol down so that he could rest.
"You can't help people who don't want to be helped." He had told her, although he looked just as distraught. "Coups needs to want to help himself first. Before we can do anything."
Now, looking at the boy in question, she felt eerily as if he wasn't there at all, like some shell of their leader was the one walking next to them instead.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" Cyana pleaded with Jeonghan, who looked mildly bemused under his tired state. "All Mingyu and Hoshi does is snore."
That pulled a laugh out of him. Jeonghan was another member on Cyana's worry radar, and if Mingyu and Hoshi's snoring could gain her a ticket into keeping an eye on Jeonghan, she would take it.
"Okay." Jeonghan relented, moving over to let her into his hotel room. "But just tonight. Don't get too comfortable." He gave her a teasing smile. "You might get too attached."
Cyana frowned. "Big headed much?"
She was glad to see him laugh. She knew how much his body had been aching during this tour. Every time she looked over after a song and saw a brief look of pain flash across his face, she felt a heavy pang in her stomach. On any other circumstance she would've quipped that it was because he was old. But that was the exact reason why it scared her so much: Seungcheol and Jeonghan were getting old and so were their bodies. She wished desperately that they could be young forever.
Sliding into bed, she heard Jeonghan shuffle to turn off the lights before joining, tugging the blanket away from her with a cheeky giggle. Pulling back equally hard, they finally settled in a standstill as they both stared up at the ceiling.
"Number?" Jeonghan whispered into the dark.
"8." There had been no concert today. Cyana felt fine. "Less tired. You?"
"Mentally I'm at a 9. But physically, more like a 6." He admitted.
"Sit out of the next concert, please." Cyana pleaded into the darkness. It helped that neither of them could see each others faces. It was in darkness where it was easiest to talk.
She could hear him breathe as he thought. "I want to perform. For Carats."
"They'll be sad that you're not there, sure." Cyana agreed. "But they'll be even more upset if you die."
Jeonghan laughed. "Oh, our little pessimist." He cooed good naturally. "I'm not going to die."
"It feels like you might." She admitted out loud for the first time. "Every time you take off your shirt for taping it's like you're withering away."
There was silence, and Cyana started to fear she may have overstepped.
"You worry too much." Jeonghan finally said. "If it gets too much before our concert tomorrow, I'll sit out. Promise."
She nodded, although he couldn't see it. "Good. If only Cheol was as cooperative as you."
"You've got his stubbornness, that's for sure." Jeonghan let out a loud sigh. "He's not doing well."
"I've noticed." Cyana agreed. "It's kinda hard not to."
"His mind's not doing well." Jeonghan corrected himself after a pause. "I'm been trying to get him to take a break. See a doctor. Admit he's going a little crazy. He-" Jeonghan's voice cracked. "You know he scrolls through SNS like a ritual? He'll just sit there and read comments. I can always tell when he reaches a particularly cruel one cause he just sits there."
"He hasn't been talking much during filming either." Cyana recalled. "He used to like filming for Going."
"Dieting too." Jeonghan added. "Even though I told him he's fine the way he is."
"He told Hoshi he doesn't see himself being an idol after his contract ends."
Jeonghan froze, and Cyana could tell by the way his arm suddenly stiffened from next to her. He hadn't known.
"I thought he would've told you." She added lamely, feeling like she had definitely said something wrong.
"I guess not." Jeonghan sighed after awhile. "We're a mess, Nana. You joined at a bad time."
Cyana hummed, rolling over to lean her head against his. "That's okay. Maybe it was just meant to be. I'll fix it. I'll fix him."
Jeonghan wrapped an arm around her. "I like that idea actually. You and us all being meant to be."
It was only because she was listening too hard, so concentrated, that she could tell exactly what moment Jeonghan fell asleep, his arm still around her. She told herself to sleep too, she would need all the energy she had if she wanted to help Seungcheol and perform tomorrow.
"We go on in twenty minutes!" One of the event coordinators called out towards the members who had all gathered in the green room. Cyana adjusted her stage outfit, tilting her head up to give her makeup artist easier access. Her eyes flitted around the room as she mentally counted her members. She knew it was the leader's job and she had no business stepping in for a weary Seungcheol as the youngest, but she felt as if she had to. She was easily the most well rested out of them all.
"Number?" She mouthed at Mingyu, who she briefly caught eye contact with.
He merely flashed back an ok sign and a bright smile. She knew he was telling the truth. If there was one thing Seungcheol enforced the most it was their strict 'no lies' policy.
The man in question sat bleary-eyed on the couch, seemingly out of it.
"Are we almost finished?" Cyana mumbled to her makeup artist, who was busy touching up her lips. "I need to go speak to Cheol."
She shook her head. "Not yet."
Cyana sighed as Jeonghan approached her, wincing as he rolled his shoulders. "I think I'm heading out." He leaned down to whisper into her ear.
Her eyes widened. "Really? Good." She eyed his shoulder warily. "Does it hurt a lot?" She asked.
He nodded. "I can barely remember our choreo. Figured I would do better not embarrassing myself onstage tonight."
She let out a sad laugh, stopping quickly when her makeup artist scolded her for moving. "Is Cheol going too?" She wondered hopefully.
Jeonghan shrugged before wincing at the movement. "He hasn't said anything. I'm gonna go to the car before I pass out." He offered weakly, waving towards the staff who was waiting for him at the exit. "Have fun. Be safe." He reminded her, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head before leaving.
She waited impatiently for her makeup artist to finish. Hoshi found her next, murmuring into her ear about position changes they needed to make without Jeonghan here.
"Scratch that and make us 12." She whispered back, moving once she got a green light from her makeup artist. "Cheol's not performing tonight."
Hoshi looked at her, surprised. "He finally agreed?"
Cyana shook her head. "I'll convince him."
He scoffed. "Good luck with that. We've all been trying since last week."
It felt like the longest twenty minutes Cyana had ever experienced.
"Go back to the hotel, Cheol." She begged, fixing his hair so it wouldn't fall into his eyes.
"I'm fine." He insisted again, turning his head away from her. The stubborn piece of hair fell back where it was before.
They'd been at this for hours, it felt like. She was blindly aware of the amount of eyes that were on them, watching who'd win the mental battle.
"Number?" She asked, hoping he'd give her the truth this time.
"7."
She couldn't help but scoff. "You're lying again. We said no lying about the number system."
He finally looked up from the ground to shoot her a glare. "I'm not lying."
"I don't want to fight, Cheol." She sighed. "We're worried. You're not doing okay."
His shoulders dropped as he looked away again. "I can do this concert."
"Hannie oppa's going home." She offered, knowing it'd make him feel better not to be the only one dropping out. It was almost silly, his pride and responsibility.
He looked at her with surprise before quickly averting his eyes again. "Jeonghan's leaving?"
"He's in the car waiting for you. His shoulders aren't feeling well." Cyana grabbed his hand and tried to pull him off the couch. "Please." She begged again.
Resigned, Seungcheol stood up, wavering as he called their manager over with a feeble wave. They both stared at him, watching as he tried to form words into sentences.
"I think-" He broke off, before picking up again. "I think I need a break."
It was like a dam cracked open. Cyana let out a harsh sigh of relief as she watched their manager take Seungcheol away, presumably into the car with Jeonghan and back to the hotel.
"He'll be okay." Minghao joined to stand next to her. He took her hand, gently leading her towards the stage entrance. "Game face on, Yue Liang. We can worry later."
She nodded, knowing he was right. They were resting and safe and that was all that mattered. She'd be back to them in a couple hours anyways.
Cyana cracked open the door to Seungcheol's room as quietly as possible. She knew he was awake, the lights were on despite it being nearly 3AM. The concert had gone smoothly despite the missing members and she knew Seungcheol would appreciate an update.
"Cheolie?" She called into the room, walking in and see the leader standing on the balcony. She slid open the balcony door and stepped out to join him.
He turned around at the sound of the door opening immediately, frowning and opening his mouth to scold her when he saw how little she was wearing.
"Stop." Cyana held a hand up before he could go on his rant.
"You should be wearing a jacket." He said either way. "You'll catch a cold."
"I'm okay." She moved to stand next to him and looked out at the city landscape. "Everything went really well today. Carats had fun."
She received back nothing but silence. Still, she continued. "DK led the skit and he roped Vernon in with him. They somehow got me involved too. I was nervous, but it ended up being lots of fun." She paused to glance up at Seungcheol, who had his eyes trained on the night sky. "I went and said hi to Jeonghan before coming here. He's okay. Worried about you. We all are."
She watched as his eyes seemed to quiver and glisten with forming tears.
"Minghao told me it was just part of the job, going onstage and pretending like everything wasn't just chaos. It was hard. I don't know how any of you do it. Vernon told me it's not like America, where we can just take a break whenever we wanted to and have people understand." She stopped talking again, wishing he'd say something. It was odd for her to be the one talking the most.
"I think people would understand though. You've all worked so hard and people can see it. You should've heard how loud they were cheering you and Jeonghan's names today. It was like you guys were there anyways." She smiled softly at the memory. "We'll be here for a long time, Cheol. You can step back for a little while."
There was a pause as a particularly strong gust of wind passed them, diverting both their attentions.
"I think-" His voice was quiet but she could hear him. "I think I need a break." He echoed the same words he had said hours ago. "I talked to manager-hyung and-" His voice broke. "he said it was okay. If I stopped for a bit."
Cyana nodded. "We'll be okay without you for awhile, Cheol. You don't need to carry so much on your back. There's 14 of us for a reason, we can all take a little bit of the burden."
He was still staring off into the night sky, giving no sign he had really heard her. "It just felt like if I stopped even for one second, the world might spin too fast and lose me." He continued. "Like I needed to be there every moment."
Cyana could relate to the feeling. "I know." She had the same problem. "Someone once told me it's okay to step off the world for a little bit. To stop chasing the cycle and to breathe."
"It spins too fast." He whispered, finally looking at her. She felt a pang in her chest when she noticed there were tears tracking silently down his face. "The world spins too fast."
Cyana nodded ruefully. "Yeah, sometimes it does that." She tried to smile, reaching up to wipe his tears away with her sleeve. "Don't cry, Cheol."
He sniffed, looking down at her and giving a weak smile back. "We've been doing a lot of that recently, huh."
She laughed, and he watched her throw her head back as the sound echoed into the night. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. "It's okay." She said, coming back to him. "Crying is good sometimes."
"You're good at this." He mused. "Comforting people. Maybe you should replace Jeonghan as SEVENTEEN's therapist. Surely you'd do much better. He usually just listens and then starts scolding."
She shook her head. "That's okay. Feelings still make me iffy." Shivering suddenly as another gust of wind blew past, she patted Seungcheol awkwardly on the back. "Good talk. You're okay now, right? It's cold."
He let out a breathy laugh. "I'm better now. Go inside, I'll be in in a moment." He turned back to look out at the city's nightlife.
Cyana moved back into the hotel room, shivering as she grabbed one of his spare zip-ups for the couch and pulled it on. Pulling out her phone, she selected her conversation with Jeonghan, typing out a text.
me: seungcheol, fixed!
She smiled, amused when she saw him immediately start typing back.
hannie: you're the best.
Liking the message, she was about to swipe out and peruse the ramen packets Seungcheol had laid out on the coffee table when another text popped up on her screen.
dino: we're in hoshi's room. got ramen.
Sending Dino a silent thank you, she called back into the room as she opened the door to leave. "I'm going to Hoshi's!" She knew Seungcheol would need his silence.
A quiet grunt of acknowledge came from the balcony as she closed the door behind her.
She knew Seungcheol was a long way from being completely fixed and fine again. She knew Jeonghan's body was still a long way from healthy. She knew they still had months of tour left over without the two. Yet, just like she had told Seungcheol, the world would keep spinning, and Seventeen would come back stronger in 2020 then ever before.
a/n: more angst for you guys (..âáŽâ..) we're officially kicking off into hit the road era!
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