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[atzaurora]

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𖥔 afab!reader X bf!ot8!ateez ; dating (gf x 8 bfs) ⸼જ A blindfolded guessing game with your boyfriends tests your senses and you're only allowed to come if you guess who's inside you... ➤ imagine (smut) .ᐟ.ᐟ 18+/smut content, MDNI!!!, group sex/multiple partners, unprotected sex, power dynamics/dominance, m & f receiving, slight dirty talk, sensory play (blindfold, guessing game) .ᐟ.ᐟ

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Your heart raced as you felt the soft velvet fabric slip over your eyes. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but you knew what was to come and the thrill of it all sent a shiver down your spine. You had agreed to this little game, a wild idea that had been floating around in you guy's group chat for weeks now. But it was only tonight that you had finally gathered the nerve to play along. ── ࣪˖ MORE BELOW

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of clothes as they positioned themselves around you. You took a deep breath, your chest rising and falling as you tried to calm your nerves. You knew each of your boyfriends by their unique scent, their touch and the way they moved. But would you be able to guess correctly who was fucking you with only these senses to rely on?

The mattress dipped slightly as the first of them climbed onto the bed. His body was warm and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in close. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, sending a rush of excitement through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to remember who had that particular scent of mint and leather. Was it Hongjoong? Or was it Seonghwa's gentle touch you felt?

A soft chuckle echoed in your ear and you felt his hand drift lower, caressing the side of your breast. It was definitely a tease and you couldn't help but arch into his touch. "Ready to play?" he murmured and you nodded, your voice a barely audible whisper. The game was on and you were already losing yourself in the anticipation.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down was your next clue. You recognized the faint metallic sound as Yunho's, and your mouth went dry. He had always been the most assertive in bed, taking what he wanted without asking. You felt his cock pressing against your thigh, a silent question that you eagerly answered by spreading your legs.

With surprising gentleness, he slid into you. You gasped, the sensation of fullness making your toes curl. He began to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that had you biting your lip to stifle a moan. You knew the rules – guess correctly or you don't get to come. You took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of him inside you. The way he filled you up, the way his body fit against yours... Yes, it was definitely Yunho.

As you felt yourself getting closer, you whispered his name, hoping it was the right guess. He paused for a moment, his body still, and then a low growl rumbled from his chest. "Very good," he said, his voice thick with desire. He resumed his rhythm, picking up the pace. Your breathing grew ragged and your body began to tighten around him.

The tension in the room was palpable as you reached for your climax. You could feel the heat of the others surrounding you, their eyes on you as you writhed beneath Yunho. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. "Come for me," he urged, his hips pumping faster. And with a final guessed whisper of his name, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you like a wave.

Yunho slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of you completely. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before backing off again to let the next one have his turn. You wondered who would be next and what unique sensations they would bring to this erotic game of guess who. Each member had their own way of making you scream and you were eager to experience them all. The blindfold was a thrilling mystery, heightening every touch, every sensation.

The mattress shifted again, and you felt a new presence beside you. This time, the scent of citrus and the softness of the touch on your skin told you it was Yeosang. His kisses were feather-light as he trailed them down your neck to your collarbone, his hands exploring the curves of your body with a gentle curiosity. His touch was so different from Yunho's that you couldn't help but whimper with anticipation.

The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, and you felt him hesitate for a moment, giving you time to guess. You took a deep breath and the scent of his hair gel filled your nostrils. "Yeosang," you murmured, feeling his smile against your skin. He didn't say anything, but the way his hands tightened on your hips told you that you had guessed correctly again. He pushed in, filling you up with a smooth, steady motion that was in stark contrast to Yunho's urgent claiming.

As Yeosang moved inside of you, you felt the others shifting restlessly around the bed. They were all watching, listening to your every moan, their own desire building with each passing second. The game had taken on a life of its own, and the stakes were higher than ever. You focused on Yeosang, his tender touches and the way his cock stroked you so sweetly. It was driving you wild, but you didn't want it to end. You clenched around him, trying to draw out the moment.

But Yeosang had other plans. He began to move faster, his kisses turning into nips and his fingers digging into your skin. The tension grew, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You knew you were close again, and the pressure was on. You panted, the words barely coherent as you struggled to guess. The room was silent except for the slap of skin against skin, and you felt a hand cover your mouth, muffling your cries.

"Guess," a voice whispered from beside you and you realized it was San, his breath warm against your ear. You nodded frantically, trying to hold onto the sensations, the feel of Yeosang's cock hitting just the right spot. "Yeosang," you gasped out, hoping you were right. And you were. He rewarded you by sliding his thumb over your clit, adding sensation to his thrusts. Your orgasm hit like a thunderclap, your body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Yeosang groaned, his rhythm faltering as he reached his peak with you.

As you lay there, panting and trembling, you felt the blindfold being removed. You blinked in the sudden brightness, looking around at the eight pairs of eyes watching you with a mix of lust and admiration. "Ready for round three?" Wooyoung's grin was wicked, and you couldn't help but smile back, already craving the next round of this addictive game.

He took a moment to look at your face, the way he always did when you looked so fucked out. His lips pressed against yours for a short moment before he held the blindfold up again. "You got two of us correct already, let's see how much more you know." he whispered and slid the blindfold on again.

This time, the scent was faintly sweet, like fresh berries and something musky underneath. Mingi, you realized, your heart racing as you felt his hands trace down your body, his calloused fingers sending sparks of pleasure everywhere they went. He was always so attentive, making sure you were always ready before he took you. The mattress shifted as he climbed over you and you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach.

The tip of his cock brushed against your wetness, and you felt your body tense up, ready for the next round. He didn't waste any time, pushing into you with a slow, deliberate motion that had you gasping. Mingi was always so in sync with your body, reading you like an open book and this time was no different. He knew exactly how to make you feel alive, how to make you crave more of him.

You felt him lean down, his breath tickling your ear. "Who's fucking you now, angel? Tell me." he murmured, his voice a dark rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, focusing on the way he filled you, the way his cock hit deep inside you. "Mingi," you moaned and he signaled you were right by swirling his hips, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

With every thrust, the anticipation grew, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. The sounds of the others shifting and whispering grew louder, their own need for release palpable in the air. But Mingi was relentless, his strokes deep and measured, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, doll," he murmured, and you couldn't resist the command.

Your body tightened around him, and you screamed out his name as the orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure crashing through your body. He didn't stop, though, his movements only becoming more erratic as he chased his own climax. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, he came inside you, his warmth filling you up.

The room was still for a moment before the next set of hands touched you. This time, they were smaller, more nimble. It had to be Jongho. The smell of his sweat and the sound of his panted breaths were unmistakable. The blindfold was left on and you felt a thrill of excitement as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance, collecting your previous cum.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, trying to ignore the way your body was already responding to his touch. He was gentle at first, his strokes shallow and tender, but you knew he had a wild side too. You felt yourself getting closer, the tension building again.

"Guess who I am, baby," he teased, his voice strained with his own need. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back. You knew him so well, knew how much he enjoyed making you beg. You took a deep breath, focusing on the way he felt, the way his body felt against yours. "Jongho," you whispered, and he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more demanding as he claimed you. You could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched you, the way he filled you up completely. And as you felt yourself getting closer, he whispered in your ear, "You're such a good girl," his voice hoarse with passion.

You didn't need anything else to drive you over the edge. You let go, your orgasm tearing through you, making you cry out. Jongho followed, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you. He placed a kiss onto your neck before pulling out, making your mixed cum drip out of your used cunt. And then, the mattress shifted again and you knew it was time for the next round.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a cacophony of heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. You felt a new urgency in the way he touched you, his hands more insistent, his kisses more demanding. You had no idea who was next, but you didn't care. You were lost in the sensation, the thrill of the game, the feeling of being wanted by all of them.

As the next cock slid into you, you felt a thrill of excitement. This one was different, slightly thicker than the others, and the way he was pumping into you was with a certain finesse that only one of them had. You took a deep breath, trying to place the scent that was now filling your nostrils. It was faint, but you caught a whiff of something spicy – it had to be San. His touch was firm but gentle, his cock stretching you just enough to make you squirm with pleasure.

You felt his hands on your hips, guiding you into his rhythm, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. San was always the one who knew how to get you going, his dirty talk a perfect blend of filthy and tender. You felt your walls tighten around him as you guessed, "San?" He chuckled and bit down on your earlobe, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm. "That's right, it's me, sweetheart," he mumbled, not stopping his thrusts for one second.

The room was alive with the sound of your moans and the rustling of the sheets. The other members were no longer silent spectators, their own breaths heavy and their own need evident in the air. You could feel the bed shifting as they jerked themselves off, watching you being fucked by their friend. It was a heady feeling, knowing you had them all on the edge, waiting for their turn.

But the game wasn't over yet. As San brought you to the brink of ecstasy, you felt the mattress shift again. He pulled out and the next set of hands were on you immediately, their scent a mix of sweat and something faintly mint – it was Hongjoong. His touch was firm, almost commanding, his cock sliding into you without hesitation. You gasped, the sudden change in sensation catching you off guard.

Hongjoong was always the leader, the one who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. His strokes were deep and powerful, hitting that spot inside you that only he knew how to find. You tried to guess who it was, your breath hitching as you felt the beginnings of another orgasm. "It's Hongjoong. Am I right?," you begged, desperate for the release.

There was no response, just the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his breathing growing more ragged. You felt him swell inside you, his grip tightening. And just as you were about to guess again, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Yes, princess. You're going to come for me, and only me." And with that, he began to pound into you, each thrust sending you closer to the edge.

You threw your head back, your body writhing underneath him. You could feel the others watching, their desire feeding into yours. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt yourself come apart. You screamed his name, your body spasming around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He didn't stop until you were a trembling mess, until he had taken everything you had to give.

As he pulled out, you felt the wetness between your legs, the evidence of your pleasure mixing with theirs. The blindfold was removed and you looked around, your vision blurry with lust. They were all there, their eyes dark with desire, their cocks hard and demanding. You knew the night was far from over, and you were ready for whatever they had in store for you next.

The next round was a blur of sensations – the feel of Seonghwa's soft lips on your breasts as he took his turn. Sucking and licking on your nipples until they were plump and hard. It didn't take long to guess and you were quick to let him know that you knew exactly who was inside you.

You felt his body tense, his strokes growing more deliberate as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. You could almost feel the others' anticipation, their eyes on you as you moaned out Seonghwa's name. And when you did, when you finally let yourself come around him, he whispered a sweet nothing in your ear, a promise of more to come.

But it was when Wooyoung took over that the game reached a new level. He was always the wildcard, the one who liked to surprise you. You felt his tongue trace a wet line down your body, pausing to taste each drop of cum from the previous rounds. His touch was light, teasing, until it wasn't anymore.

"Final round, doll. Guess who I am," he said with a smirk in his voice, while he slammed into you, filling you up to the brim. You gasped, the sudden sensation making your body jolt. You managed to guess through clenched teeth, already knowing the answer. "Wooyoung," you moaned and he chuckled darkly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that had you begging for more.

He let you come as soon as he felt you clenching around him, filling you up soon after, his load shooting into you before he pulled out of you. He took off your blindfold, smiling down at you softly. "You did it. You guessed all of us right, baby," he praised and you couldn't help but chuckle at how insane this game was.

[maeleelee]

Bestfriend/FWB Ateez! Admitting they want you and more.

TW: (I changed some names) smut in texts. pet names, reader is female. cute and sexy, cunt is used, Seonghwa "owns" the reader, hand/finger kink, size kink, spanking, punishment, video sex, edging implied, reader calls Wooyoung stupid, talking about sucking dick.

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[c0llisiion]

DAY 24 — JONGHO

★ npr, f!reader, cock bulge , implied size kink , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 478

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day24 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

 His thrusts were slow and hard. Your legs propped up on his shoulders as his cock went in and out of you, stimulating your pussy walls.

Your eyes were fixated on the way his face contorted in pleasure. His eyebrows furrowed. Eyes focused on the way your pussy was taking him. Sweat dripped down his bulky body, and his stomach caving in due to the immense pleasure. 

“Shit baby… Your pussy is so addicting…” he breathed out. “Look at how she is taking me…”

You couldn’t focus on his words at all. Your mind was clouded and was only focused on his rough, slow thrusts. 

Each thrust pushes you slightly upwards. His pink tip hitting your cervix and pressing into your gspot every time he pulled out. 

Jonghos eyes fell onto your abdomen as he started thrusting in just a bit faster. A small bulge in your lower belly was forming every time he pushed himself in you. 

Jongho couldn’t help but get turned on by the sight, smirking to himself and letting out a shaky moan. “So cute… I can see where my cock hits you, baby…” he said while greedy fingers pressed down onto the mound.

You moaned out and arched your back at the press. “Jongho…” you whined.

Jongho made eye contact with you and grinned. “Felt good, yeah?” You gulped and nodded. 

You looked down at your abdomen and watched as the bulge formed as Jongho continued his relentless thrusts in you. Your vision was blurry, but you could still make it out. 

The fact that Jongho was so big and so deep in you that a bulge formed in your abdomen was turning you on to the max, making your pussy wetter and clench around his length. 

Jongho felt your pussy clench around him, a soft grunt escaping his lips as he continued fucking into your sloppy, warm walls. 

His hand stayed resting on your abdomen. It was a prideful moment for him. Something that inflated his ego. “You’re so small…” he laughs softly. “So tiny that my cock pokes out... you see this baby?” He looked at you. 

Your eyes were also fixated on the bulge; soft gasps left your mouth. It was so hot and erotic. You loved being smaller than him. The way he could manhandle you and throw you around. God. 

Jongho started fucking into you faster. Watching your lower belly deflate and inflate at every thrust. 

Choked-out moans escaped your lips. Your orgasm fast approaching. You gripped the sheets tightly and threw your head back. 

“Yeah… Take that baby... You take my cock so fucking well... Mmm… god, I love you so much. all mine."  Jongho blabbered. His cock twitching and thrusts getting sloppy, signaling that he was close. 

“Gonna fill you up right here, kay?” He pointed at your lower belly. “Gonna fill you up real good.” 

A/N: icb we are down to one more day 😭😭😭

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[wooyoungisbaby]

i just think it's really great when jongho is a rude bitch. not that it's ever happened irl but i think he should give it a try

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[yourlocaljonghoe]

(Not) Another Love Song. || Choi Jongho.

Summary: having a crush on your new roommate is already nerve-wracking enough. but then finding out about his secret cover account made everything even worse. you swear you didn't mean to find it. but when his voice is the only thing helping you through sleepless nights, what else can you do?

Pairing: choi jongho x reader

Genre: college au, roomates to lovers, fluff, smut (mdni)

Wordcount: 11.5k

Warnings: mentions of insomnia, big dick!jongho (i mean duh), manhandling, body worship, nipple play, riding, unprotected sex

A/N: hello, i want to sincerely apologize for vanishing for so long and then coming back with this trashy fic🥲 seriously, in my head this was so much better, but the end result... ugh. but it's whatever! i want to thank y'all again for being so patient with me and also for 300 followers!! sooo crazy🥺 also big thanks to @inkedtae for being my beta, you were a big help! & as always divider credits to @firefly-graphics!

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“So… I heard someone here got caught in a very awkward situation with their new roommate,” Wooyoung teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he sat down beside you.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Please, Wooyoung, don’t remind me. It was so fucking humiliating.”

He laughed, clearly having no intention of stopping. “So, what exactly were you even searching for when he walked in? 'How to talk to your insanely pretty and hot roommate for dummies'?”

You shot him a glare, your cheeks burning. God, you wanted to disappear off the fucking earth, anything to make the teasing stop, really. “I just… didn’t know how to talk to him, okay? And it was just a dumb search. I didn’t expect him to walk in and see it. I-i thought he was out and I would have enough time to prepare some things if I wanted to say to him. You know my conversation skills aren't exactly the best…”

Wooyoung chuckled and leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. “Well, you’ve definitely made an impression now. But, hey, maybe it’s a good thing! Now he knows you’re shy, and maybe thinks it's kind of cute.”

You groaned again, sinking even deeper into your chair if that was even possible. “It’s not cute. It’s mortifying. He probably thinks I'm such a loser now-”

“Which you are-”

“Shut up, Wooyoung!”

He leaned in closer to you again, his smirk growing. “So, what’s the plan? Are you going to avoid him forever, or are you actually going to talk to him like a normal person?”

You groaned, feeling the heat rise to your face again. “I don't know, okay? I'll figure it out… eventually.”

Wooyoung snorted, clearly not buying it. "Sure, ‘eventually’ meaning ‘never.’ Just admit it - you’re avoiding him because he’s totally your type.”

Before you could muster a response and curse him out again, the door to the boys’ shared apartment swung open, and in walked San, Yeosang, and Yunho, their voices filling the room as they entered. They paused when they noticed you and Wooyoung huddled together, immediately raising their eyebrows. 

“What’s going on here?” San asked, a mischievous look in his eyes as he plopped down on the couch beside you.

“Oh, just Y/N getting caught by Choi Jongho - you know, her new roommate - googling ‘how to talk to your roommate 101’,” Wooyoung said, his grin practically splitting his face.

You wanted to personally scratch it off his face.

Yunho’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he burst into laughter. “Girl- No way! You didn’t!”

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the ground would just swallow you up. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?"

Yeosang settled down on the armrest, his expression more curious than teasing. "Why didn’t you just talk to us? We could’ve helped.”

“Yeah,” San added, nudging you playfully. “We’re pros at this stuff. Jongho’s just a guy - granted, a rather intimidating guy, but still.”

“Can't one of you just talk to him?” you whined. 

San chuckled, shaking his head. “I mean… we’re not that close to him yet either. He’s still new at the college, and he’s pretty reserved. Besides, he’s your roommate, not ours.”

You sighed. "Great. So, not only am I living with someone who’s way out of my league, but no one’s even close enough to help break the ice."

Yunho nodded sympathetically, but there was still a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah, sorry, but it looks like you’re on your own for this one. Well, sort of. We can still help you figure out how to approach him though since, no offense, your social skills suck.”

“None taken,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

Wooyoung leaned in again, clearly enjoying your discomfort just a bit too much. “You know what would help? Actually spending some time together at your place. You two barely even cross paths. That’s probably why you’re so nervous around him.”

“Yeah,” San chimed in, catching on to Wooyoung’s idea. “You live together, but it’s like you’re living in two separate worlds. If you just hung out at home one night, it could break the tension.”

You frowned, the thought of spending a night alone with Jongho making your stomach do flips. “You all know how awkward I am with people…”

Yunho smiled reassuringly. “It will only be as awkward as you make it. Just think of it as spending time with a friend, not as some big, intimidating thing. You could start with a movie, order takeout, something low-key, you know?”

“You don’t have to force a deep conversation either,” Yeosang added. “Just focus on getting comfortable around each other. Once that happens, the rest will surely follow.”

You bit your lip, considering their advice. It wasn’t like you had much to lose - things were already awkward, and avoiding him clearly wasn’t working. But the idea of initiating something still made you nervous. You were a shy, quiet person, and if the boys hadn't practically adopted you, you probably wouldn't have any friends on campus now.

“Come on, Y/N,” Wooyoung encouraged, seeing your hesitation. “You’re making it a bigger deal than it is. Jongho’s not going to bite. And if things get weird, just laugh it off. He’ll appreciate the effort.”

You sighed, finally relenting as you realised they were right - much to your dismay. “Okay, okay. I’ll try to spend some time with him. But if it gets too awkward, I’m blaming all of you!”

Yunho grinned, giving you a thumbs-up. “Let's wait and see first.”

Wooyoung patted your shoulder, his smirk softening into a more genuine smile. “You’ve got this. And hey, if it turns out he’s as cool as he seems, maybe you’ll end up being great friends - or, you know, more.”

You rolled your eyes at Wooyoung’s last comment but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. By the way, where are the others?”

“Uh, Y/N's getting shy~ Look at her blushing and trying to play it cool!”

“One day, Jung Wooyoung, one fucking day!” you hissed, and if looks could kill, he'd definitely be dead by now. 

The others laughed, and Yunho casually threw his arm around you as he sat down, practically shoving poor San out the way.

“But to answer your question: they're grabbing some food. You hungry?” he asked.

“Very”, you answered. 

“Great,” he smirked. “Gotta tell the others about the incident with your crush too once they're back.”

“Whatever dude,” you murmured, sighing defeated.

Operation: ‘How To Talk To Your Roommate’ was officially starting.

You paced around the living room, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. The food you spent ages on - cooking was never a talent of yours, so it took longer than it should have - was set up on the small dining table, and you’d even gone the extra mile, lighting a few candles to create a warm, cozy atmosphere. You’d picked out an action movie to watch too, something random you found while scrolling through Netflix, hoping that Jongho would be a fan of the genre. He certainly didn't strike you as the romantic type of guy.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and with each passing minute your hands got sweater and your heart beat faster. What if this doesn’t go well? What if he thinks it’s weird? You tried to push the thoughts aside, reminding yourself that Jongho never came across as a rude guy in the few months you've known him. Sure, a bit reserved, but so were you. Just relax. It’s not a date. It’s just two roommates hanging out.

You inhaled deeply, straightening out your shirt for what felt like the thousandth time. You were dressed casually but nicely, a nice shirt and some jeans that went perfectly along together. 

The faint sound of footsteps outside the door made you freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You quickly tried to compose yourself, running through the plan in your head one more time. Movie, dinner, small talk. Just act natural. Imagine he was one of the guys. Just a super cool, chill evening together.

The door creaked open, and you turned to greet Jongho - only to be met with a sight that made your brain short-circuit. 

In your defense: you were on your period. Meaning you were super horny these days. Plus… it was Jongho. Sue you for having functioning eyes.

He stepped in, and the first thing you noticed was how the drops of sweat clung to his skin, making your mouth almost water. He was wearing a black tank top that clung to his frame, showing off his broad shoulders and toned arms. A dark beanie was pulled down over his head to keep his sweat-soaked hair in check. He was panting slightly, the evidence of his workout clear as he dropped his gym bag by the door.

You blinked, trying to force your brain to reboot. This was going horribly wrong. 

His eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in the scene - the dim lighting, the candles, the carefully set table. You could see the moment his gaze settled on you, still frozen in place by the door.

“Uh... what's all this?” he asked, his voice filled with surprise as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no coherent words came out. Your mind was spinning, your thoughts all tangled up at the sight of him. All you could focus on was how that damn tank top clung to his chest and the way his arms flexed as he moved. It was enough to make you feel lightheaded, and the fact that you were on your period only doubled every emotion and reaction you felt to an unbearable level.

“I-uh-” you stammered, your cheeks burning as you tried to string together a sentence. "I made dinner... I mean, I tried- I- I mean, it's not a 5 star meal but I'm sure not too bad either… hopefully. W-whatever, it's just food, you know? And I thought we could, um, hang out... since we're, uh, roommates and all... and... uh…”

You could see the confusion on Jongho’s face deepen as you rambled on, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to follow your erratic train of thought. The more you babbled, the worse it got, and you could feel tears out of frustration build behind your eyes, making your stomach churn.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jongho asked, taking a cautious step forward, his voice gentle but tinged with concern. 

No. No, you weren’t. And it was your own fault for being so damn anxious over nothing.

You needed to get out of here - away from him, away from this mess of a night. You couldn’t deal with this right now, not with him standing there, looking like every fantasy you’d ever had and more while you were… Well, you.

Shy, awkward, weird you.

“I-I'm fine!” you blurted out, your voice cracking as you backed away toward your room. “I just, uh, forgot something! I’ll be right back! You can eat without me!”

Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and bolted, practically slamming your bedroom door shut behind you. Once inside, you leaned against the door, your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in shaky gasps. 

You sat on the floor with your back against the door, trying your best to calm your racing heart. You wanted to scream, cry, or maybe both. All the effort you put into tonight - cooking, setting the table, choosing a movie - it all seemed like such a waste now. How could you face Jongho after what happened? Or rather didn't happen. God, you stood there completely frozen. How embarrassing. And then you couldn't even talk properly. 

What a fucking loser you were.

Minutes passed, and yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave the room. You could hear faint sounds from the living room: the clinking of plates, the shuffling of feet, and the occasional low hum of a voice - probably Jongho talking to himself as he ate. The idea of going back out there made your skin crawl, so you decided to stay put. Maybe he would think you fell asleep or were too tired to come back out. Either way, facing him seemed impossible right now.

Your ego was too hurt.

Just as you were trying to finally move away from the door, a faint rustling sound caught your attention. You looked down and saw a small piece of paper being slowly slid under your door. Hesitant, you picked it up, your heart pounding as you unfolded it.

The note was short, written in Jongho’s neat handwriting:

Thanks for the dinner. It was really good. Hope you’re feeling better soon. Get some rest. Goodnight :)

Jongho.

A small smile stole its way on your lips. He wasn’t upset or weirded out by your behaviour. If anything, he just seemed concerned. It made your heart race, but this time, not out of anxiety.

Gathering your courage after another few minutes, you slowly opened your door and peeked out into the living room. The place was quiet, the table cleared, and the lights dimmed. You expected to see Jongho already back in his room, but instead, you found him asleep on the couch.

He looked peaceful, his head resting against the arm of the couch, his breathing slow and even. He must have dozed off after cleaning up. Your heart softened at the sight, guilt creeping in as you realised he had taken the time to clean up everything by himself while you were hiding away in your room. 

As you quietly approached the couch, you noticed his laptop open on the coffee table. The screen was still on, casting a soft glow over the room. The faint light outlined his peaceful features as he laid sound asleep, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

You glanced curiously at the screen, wondering what he was trying to do before he fell asleep.

There were several tabs open - a mix of school assignments and a music playlist paused midway through a song. But one tab in particular caught your eye: a YouTube account page.

Oh. Oh. 

His YouTube account to be exact. 

You stood there for a moment, your eyes fixed on the open YouTube tab on Jongho's laptop. The username ‘im_finale’ was displayed in the corner, and you could see a list of song covers he'd uploaded, each one with quite a handful of views. You’d heard him singing before - just snippets of some melodies as he cleaned or studied - but you never would've thought he was actively posting covers online. It was surprising, considering how reserved and private he generally was. But at the same time, it also wasn't. 

After all, he studied music just like you.

Curiosity got the better of you and after a brief moment of hesitation, you tiptoed back to your room, closing the door gently behind you. Once inside, you sat on your bed and pulled out your phone. You typed “im_finale” into the YouTube search bar and, sure enough, his channel immediately popped up. The profile picture was simple - a black-and-white image of a piano key, fitting for the kind of channel he had.

You slowly scrolled through the videos. There were a few classic ballads, some more modern pop songs, and even a couple of R&B tracks. Without thinking too much about it, you grabbed your airpots and then clicked on the most recent upload.

The melody of Through The Night by IU started playing, and there was a brief pause before Jongho’s voice joined in, soft and angelic. 

You leaned back against your pillows, closing your eyes as you let the music fully take you in. It was incredible - better than you could ever have imagined, to be honest. A shiver ran down your spine as the soft falsetto hit perfectly, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. This is amazing, you thought. His voice had a way of drawing you completely in, of making you forget the whole world around you.

It was just you, him and the melody in the background. 

When the song ended, you opened your eyes and realized you’d been holding your breath the entire time. The room was quiet again, and you immediately started missing his voice in your ears. You didn’t want the moment to end, so you clicked on another video, and then another.

You spent the next hour or so listening to more of his covers, and before you knew it, your eyes had fallen shut, and your breathing slowed down. 

Jongho’s voice was the only thing your mind still registered. It carried you off into sleep, and there, in your dreams, you were no longer listening to his voice through headphones. Instead, he was right beside you, laying in the quiet of your room, softly singing just for you.

Each word he sang seemed meant for your ears alone, and the warmth of his presence made your heart flutter. In that dream, there was nothing bad, nothing to keep your mind in a frenzy - just the two of you, side by side, his beautiful voice wrapping around you like a gentle embrace.

For that brief moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you, him, and the music.

You didn’t know when you drifted off completely, but as you slowly succumbed to your tiredness, his voice still lingered in your mind, keeping you company through the night.

“And that's it for today. Remember: all of today's topics are very important for the next exam!”

You blinked, slowly waking up from your slumber as the lecture hall buzzed with the noise of students packing up their things. Your head was still groggy, the weight of the all-nighter you’d pulled for an assignment last night catching up to you during the lecture. You were vaguely aware that the professor had been going on and on about some theory or another, but you didn't actually remember a single word. Instead, you'd spent the entire class lost in a dreamlike state, all you could really focus on was Jongho’s voice playing over and over again in your earphones.

It has been a week now since you discovered his secret account, and in that time alone, you spent countless hours listening to his covers over and over again. 

As you sat there, still blinking sleep from your eyes, you felt a presence settle beside you, and without thinking, you mindlessly muttered, “Jongho?”

“Yeah, it's me. You okay?”

You jolted upright, startled at the sound of his voice - not through your earbuds this time, but right beside you. You pulled your airpods out and turned your head, half-expecting to still be dreaming, but there he was, standing right next to you with a slightly concerned look in his eyes.

“Oh my god, you're real,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. You cringed at your own words, your cheeks flushing a deep crimson red. “I mean - uh, hi.”

Jongho's brow furrowed, though there was a small hint of amusement in his expression. “You were completely out for the entire lecture,” he said, his tone soft but teasing. “I was sitting a few rows back, and I saw you… just knocked out. I figured I'd come check on you.”

“Oh god, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes, still trying to shake off the remaining drowsiness. “I was up all night working on an assignment and then… I guess I just passed out.”

Jongho gave you a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah, I could tell. You looked like you were having a good nap though,” he teased gently. “I was thinking… if you want, I could send you my notes from the lecture. I know you missed most of it.”

Your eyes widened at his offer, your heart skipping a beat. “R-really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he shrugged, “I mean, we’re roommates. Might as well help each other out, right?”

You felt a wave of warmth flood your chest, and a big smile stole its way on your lips. You’d been so nervous about him this whole time, but here he was, offering to help you like it was nothing. He wasn't a big, intimidating guy some people made him out to be. He was kind. And cute. So, so cute. “Thanks, Jongho. I’d really appreciate that.”

“No problem,” he replied easily, waiting for you to gather your things. “I can send them over later tonight, or... well, if you want, we can go over them together now?”

Were you imagining things or was Choi Jongho actually getting red in the face right now?

You blinked, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest altogether. “Oh! Uh, yeah, that’d be great. I mean, if you have time? Like- no pressure, dude.”

He snorted, quickly hiding his laugh behind his hand. You blushed again. “I’ve got time right now. Let’s head to the café right outside the campus or something.”

You couldn’t help the little smile that spread across your face. This was your chance to actually spend some time with him, and your nerves were already buzzing with anticipation. You felt like the happiest woman in the world right now.

“That sounds perfect.”

As the two of you left the lecture hall, you found yourself slowly relaxing. Jongho was easy to talk to, much more than you’d expected. Sure, he was still a little reserved, but he had a dry sense of humour and was actually quite the goofball, making you laugh and smile so hard it almost hurt.

But just as you were walking through the campus toward the café, you heard a familiar voice call out, “Y/N!”

You turned around to see Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang walking towards you, their faces lighting up when they spotted you and Jongho together. You spotted Wooyoung's grin miles away already, and you knew you were in for his usual teasing.

You froze next to Jongho, and he sent a questioning look towards you.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” Wooyoung smirked, stopping in front of you two. “Didn’t we have plans today, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened, and a long forgotten thought popped up again. “Oh my god, I totally forgot. We were supposed to meet up at the restaurant, weren’t we?”

San crossed his arms, trying to look serious but failing to hide the playful smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, the others are already waiting there. It's your turn today, but you probably forgot that too, right?”

“…And what if I did?” you mumbled quietly, shying away from their gazes. Truth be told, the last few days have been pretty hectic for you. Getting your assignment done and dealing with your insomnia (again) had taken up pretty much all your time, and the only thing making your day brighter has been Jongho.

Not that you'd ever tell him that.

Jongho glanced between you and your friends. He shifted his weight slightly, his brow furrowed in mild concern. “Uh, do you want to go with them then? I mean, if you forgot… I don’t want to make things awkward,” he said, trying to gauge the situation.

“What? No, it’ll be fine, you can come with us if you want,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “I mean, it’s just dinner with friends. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Jongho hesitated, looking at you and then back at your friends. “I don’t want to intrude or anything,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t really know you guys that well.”

San stepped forward, his smile wide and welcoming. “You’re not intruding! We’d love to have you. Besides, Y/N talks about you all the time, it's time for us to finally get to know you for real.” 

Your cheeks flushed at that, and you could feel the heat rising. “Okay, maybe not all the time,” you mumbled, shooting Jongho an apologetic look. 

“See? You’re already family now,” Wooyoung teased, throwing an arm around Jongho’s shoulders. Jongho stiffened slightly, clearly not used to the sudden touch, but he didn’t pull away. 

“Alright, let’s get going then,” you said, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness. “I really don’t want to keep the others waiting.”

Together you started walking to your favourite Korean restaurant, just five minutes from your campus. Wooyoung and San kept talking and laughing together, with Yeosang throwing in a comment here and there, while Jongho walked beside you, a bit quieter but smiling at the playful exchange nonetheless.

When you finally arrived, the familiar scent of fried rice and kimchi welcomed you. The restaurant was completely full as always, and you spotted Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Mingi at your usual table, all of them already deep in conversation.

“Hey! Look who finally decided to show up!” Yunho called out, waving you over. His grin was infectious, and you felt your mood lift even more at the sight of your favourite people.

“Sorry! I lost track of time,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you approached the table. “But I brought my roommate along! Everyone, meet Jongho!”

“Nice to meet you, Jongho!” Mingi said, extending his hand for a shake. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jongho looked a bit surprised but shook Mingi’s hand with a shy smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

Seonghwa leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “So, Jongho, how is our Y/N as a roommate? Is she loud? Messy? Annoying? You two also study music together, right? How is she in class?"

“Okay mom, let Jongho sit down first,” you laughed, guiding Jongho to the seat right next to you.

Jongho chuckled softly at your comment, and slowly took the seat beside you, though you could still sense a bit of his initial hesitation in his movement. It was probably overwhelming to be surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces all at once. You glanced over at him and shot a reassuring smile. He returned it, his expression softening a little.

Seonghwa leaned in with a playful smile. “So, Jongho, how is our Y/N as a roommate? Don’t think you’re getting away without answering that one!”

Jongho glanced at you, his lips curving into a slight smile. “Honestly, we don’t get to see each other much because our schedules don't quite align. But I can say she’s definitely better than my last roommate. A lot quieter, too.”

San raised an eyebrow. “Quieter? Are we talking about the same Y/N? The one who constantly talks and talks and-”

“Enough, Choi San!”

Jongho giggled. Oh god, that gummy smile and the sound of his slight laughter would be the absolute death of you. “Compared to my last roommate, yes. Trust me.”

You grinned, trying to ignore your rapidly beating heart. “You’re making me sound boring.”

“Nah,” Jongho replied, shaking his head. “You’re definitely not boring. Just… respectful. Which I appreciate.”

There was a warm look in his eyes, and you felt your heart skip a beat. But before you could dwell on it, Wooyoung cut in, “So, what’s she like in class? Is she as much of a goody two-shoes as she pretends to be?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully. “Excuse me, I’m just trying to pass, okay? Not my fault your grades suck-”

“-my grades are just fine, thank you very much,” Wooyoung grumbled. 

Jongho smiled, his gaze flickering to you. “She’s a good student. Serious when it counts, but still knows how to have fun.”

“Wow, I almost believed that,” Yeosang joked, earning a round of laughter.

“What is it with all of you today…”, you mumbled, sighing at their teasing. Hongjoong shot you an apologetic look from the other side of the table.

San raised a shot glass and grinned. “Alright, enough of that. It’s game time. How about Truth or Dare?”

Yunho quickly grabbed the bottle of soju from the table you ordered earlier. “Oh, yes. Truth or Dare, with a twist.” He wiggled the bottle in his hand. “A shot if you don’t answer or refuse a dare.”

Everyone cheered as the game began, with the bottle passed around and the first few rounds filled with harmless dares and easy truths. As the soju loosened everyone’s nerves, the questions became bolder, and the laughter grew louder.

Mingi got asked who from your friends he'd consider for a potential threesome, and with red cheeks the gentle giant mumbled Yunho and that girl in his class he'd been interested in for awhile now, before quickly downing a shot and avoiding everyone's eyes.

Eventually, it was your turn. “Truth or Dare, Y/N?” Yunho asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Truth,” you said, knowing you weren’t in the mood for a dare just yet.

“Describe your ideal type,” Yunho said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair.

You hesitated for a moment, your thoughts racing as you tried to keep your cool. “Well…” you began, looking down at your hands. “I guess I like someone who’s not too loud-”

“-that feels oddly targeted,” Wooyoung mumbled, but you deliberately ignored him.

“And who can be very playful but also serious when it matters. Someone who's kind and has a good sense of humour, even if it's a little dry at times.” You glanced quickly at Jongho before looking away, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Someone who’s hardworking and determined, who takes what they do seriously. Oh, and physically…” you trailed off, your cheeks warming as a picture quickly came to your mind. “I guess I’m into someone with a strong build… someone who’s tall but not too tall, maybe with broad shoulders. And, um… nice eyes.”

“Nice eyes?” San echoed, grinning as he raised an eyebrow. “Anything else?”

“Okay, that's enough!” you laughed, feeling the heat in your cheeks intensify. “You got your answer. I exposed myself enough.”

But, as always, Wooyoung wasn’t letting you off that easily. “Hmm, strong build, nice eyes… sounds like someone at this table fits that description,” he teased, nudging Jongho with his elbow.

Jongho’s ears turned pink, but he quickly composed himself, at least from the outside. “I didn’t realize this was now a matchmaking session,” he said with a soft laugh.

You quickly reached for a shot and downed it, trying to shift the attention away from you and the poor man next to you. “Alright, who’s next?” you said, waving your hand.

“Yeosang, c’mon!” Wooyoung and San shoved the poor man, and all of you laughed as you watched the chaos unfold.

“You're an idiot!” you whined for the fifth time in a row as Jongho carefully guided your wobbling figure along the sidewalk. Jongho’s hand remained steady on your arm, keeping you upright as the cool night air brushed against your flushed cheeks.

“I'm the idiot?” he chuckled, “unbelievable. As far as I know, I'm not the one who forgot their wallet for the dinner they were supposed to pay for.” 

You huffed, your pout deepening as you glanced up at him. “It’s not my fault!” you protested. “I had every intention of treating everyone, and then - poof! My wallet decided to disappear. It’s probably off somewhere having the time of its life without me.”

“Uh-huh,” Jongho replied, his lips curling into that teasing smile you were starting to become very familiar with. “Sure, blame the wallet. It definitely wasn’t the fact that you were rushing out the door half-awake this morning and even forgot you had dinner plans with your friends in the first place.”

“Okay, I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess,” you conceded, shooting him a sheepish look. “But still! You didn’t have to pay for everything, you know. I feel bad about it. It was supposed to be my treat, not yours.”

He shrugged, his grip on your arm gentle but firm as he guided you over a small bump in the sidewalk. “I told you, it’s not a big deal,” he said. “I’m happy to cover it. Besides, I’d rather do that than have you stress out over it in front of the poor barista.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though the fondness in your gaze betrayed your attempt at being stern with him. “But that’s not fair! Now I owe you, and I don’t like owing people.”

Jongho raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You can’t just accept a little kindness from your roommate?”

You felt a rush of warmth flood your chest at his words. “It’s not that I can’t accept kindness,” you murmured, your voice softening. “It’s just… I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or something.”

He shook his head, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “Trust me, I don’t think that,” he said. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to.”

“But you paid for eight people you basically didn't know!” you whined.

“Seven,” he said.

“Huh?”

He looked you right in the eye. “I only paid for seven. After all, I know you, Y/N. Perhaps even better than you think.”

You opened your mouth to argue further, but the alcohol in your mind made it difficult for you to come up with any smart remarks.

“Okay,” you said at last, giving in with a reluctant sigh. “But I’m still cooking dinner for the next two weeks. No excuses!”

“Deal,” Jongho replied easily, flashing you that signature gummy smile you so adored. “Do I have to be scared though? You know, because….”

“I had an accident in our kitchen once, Jongho! Once!”

“Yeah, and what if you accidentally kill us with your next accident?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly with your shoulder as he laughed loudly beside you. “Ha ha, very funny,” you muttered, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide. 

This has been all you wanted.

Talking, laughing, just being with him.

“You’re still awake?” Jongho's voice broke the silence as he walked through the door, his brows rising when he saw you lying on the couch.

“Yeah,” you sighed, keeping your gaze on the TV. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Jongho dropped his keys onto the table and made his way over to you, sitting down at the edge of the couch. “Another rough night?”

You nodded. After a few weeks, the two of you had finally gotten closer, even going as far as sharing a few personal struggles with one another here and there. And when you opened up about your constant struggle with insomnia, Jongho showed you nothing but sympathy and support.

Now, there are little to no secrets between the two of you.

Well… except one.

 “Guess my brain didn't get the memo. Again.”

He frowned, his eyes scanning your tired face. “You should’ve called. I would’ve come back sooner.”

You shook your head. “You were out with your friends. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“It wouldn’t have,” he said, his tone soft but firm as he settled in next to you. “Let’s see if I can help.”

Jongho's eyes wandered to the empty spot on the coffee table where your earphones usually sat. "Where are?...”

“My earphones?” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “You always have them, especially when you can’t sleep.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at the memory. “Oh, right. Funny story,” you said, a wry smile spreading across your lips. “I kind of… broke them today.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “How the fuck did you manage that?”

“No swearing, Mr. Choi! A dollar into the swear jar!”

“Goddamn it,” he grumbled, and you just watched him with a big grin on your face as he trotted to a small table across the room and reached into his pockets for some money.

“Anyways,” you began, “I was trying to untangle the cord, but it just had this goddamn impossible knot. So I thought, ‘I’ll just give it a little yank to loosen it up.’” You gestured with your hands to show how exactly you’d pulled on the cord. “Except… it wasn’t a little yank. I guess I don’t know my own strength, because the whole thing literally snapped right in half.”

Jongho let out an adorable giggle as he dropped a dollar into the swear jar, shaking his head in disbelief. “Seems like we're spending too much time together,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. “First, you're breaking stuff with your bare hands, and next thing you know, you'll be lifting weights in the gym like me.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Oh, please. I think I’ll leave the muscle-building to you, Mr. Choi. I don't think I could even surpass Wooyoung.” 

“Well, good thing I’m here to help you out if you ever have to fight him.” He paused, briefly glancing toward the hallway.  But about your earphones, I think I actually have a spare pair in my room somewhere. Want me to go grab them for you?” 

Your eyes widened a little. “You sure? I don’t want to take your extra pair.”

Jongho waved a hand dismissively. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I don’t use them much anyway,” he said, already rising from the couch before you could stop him. “Besides, I’d rather you have something to help you sleep.” He threw you a reassuring look as he headed down the hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

You smiled fondly, letting out a heartfelt sound. 

What a helpless fool you were.

And it didn't even face you anymore.

You heard some rummaging sounds and then, as quickly as he left, Jongho returned, holding a pair of earphones in his right hand.

“Found them,” he said, dropping them into your lap with a smile. “They might not be as good as your old ones, but they should do the trick.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you stared down at the earphones in your lap. “Thanks, Jongho. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” he said, sitting back down beside you. “So, what have you been listening to lately? Anything good?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his question. Oh no. There it was. The one question you’d been dreading for weeks. Because how on earth were you supposed to casually admit that you’d been listening to his covers on loop every night to fall asleep? How could you even begin to explain that hearing his voice was the only thing that seemed to quiet your restless mind? That every time you saw him, all you could think about was his heavenly voice?

You blinked a few times, scrambling for a response. “Oh, um… you know. Just... nature sounds.”

“Nature sounds?” Jongho raised an eyebrow, trying hard not to let out a sound of disbelief, but his lips slowly turning into a grin betrayed him. “What, like rain and thunderstorms?”

“What? No- I mean yeah, exactly!” You latched onto the excuse, nodding quickly. “The sound of rain hitting the window, thunder rumbling in the distance... It’s, um, super relaxing. You should try it out too!”

Jongho let out a chuckle. “You’re telling me that after all the music recommendations I’ve given you, you’re still just listening to… the weather?”

You squirmed under his amused gaze, feeling like you were digging yourself deeper into a hole you no longer could escape. “I mean, who doesn’t love a good rainstorm? It’s... very atmospheric.”

He tilted his head, his smirk widening. “You’re not secretly listening to those white noise apps, are you? The ones with whale sounds and stuff?”

You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up even more. “Okay, fine, you caught me. It’s... whale noises. That’s my secret. I’m a whale sound enthusiast. Go whales… or something like that.”

Jongho’s laughter filled the room, his shoulders shaking as he leaned back on the couch. “Oh my god, I did not see that coming. When you talk with our fellow students about music you always have such an exquisite taste.”

“Don’t judge me!” you whined, though you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Whale songs are actually very calming, okay? Very... melodic.”

“I’m not judging,” he said, but his smirk told another story, “Just... surprised, that’s all.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, quickly hiding under the covers and putting your newly gifted earphones in your ear.

For a while, nothing but silence lingered between you two.

And while you were finally close to him, not just physically, something dimmed the sheer happiness you should be feeling right now. After weeks of wanting this - an evening alone, just the two of you, with no distractions - here he finally was, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His relaxed smile and the easy way he stretched out on the couch, clearly comfortable around you, made you weak in the knees. You wanted to keep talking, keep him here just a little longer. But another, more pressing urge that you could no longer suppress tugged at you too: the desperate need for sleep.

Again, you glanced down at the earphones he’d handed you, feeling your face heat up at the thought. You knew they’d bring you some relief, and, well… they’d help you finally drift off. But the problem was, you didn’t want him to know just what you’d be listening to. Jongho had given you endless music recommendations over the past few months, and each time, you’d nodded along and pretended to take notes. Yet every night, without fail, you’d go back to his voice - the gentle, captivating sound of his covers that somehow eased every last worry from your mind.

But listening to them now, with him here, just felt… impossible. What if he caught on? Or worse, what if he asked what you were listening to again? You’d already given him the whale-song excuse, and he seemed to find it hilarious. But if he pressed further, if he somehow guessed the truth, you didn’t know how you’d face him.

Would he find it… weird? Perhaps even creepy how obsessed you were with him?

You took a deep breath before turning your gaze back to him. Jongho glanced at you, a playful smile still lingering on his lips as he reclined back against the couch.

“Honestly,” he said, “it’s good to finally just sit and do nothing for once. Feels like it's been ages since we could hang out without something due the next day.”

You let out a sigh of relief, nodding along. “Yeah, really… It’s kind of like I’ve forgotten what ‘free time’ is supposed to feel like.”

He leaned his head back, stretching his arms out with a relaxed sigh. His shirt rose up a little, exposing just the tiniest amount of skin, and you almost went feral.

Almost.

Thank god you had a good poker face. 

“Well, now that we’re free… I hope you’ll be up for some movie nights or coffee runs together. You know, normal human activities,” he said with a slight grin. “We might finally have time for them now.”

You bit your lip, trying not to appear too eager. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“...Maybe we could even plan a trip somewhere fun. Like a quick weekend thing—hey, are you falling asleep on me?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement as he noticed your head beginning to droop.

You blinked, trying to fight it off, but the weariness was impossible to ignore. “N-no, I’m still here,” you mumbled, barely coherent.

“Tell me something,” he suddenly said.

“Hm? Like… a sudden deep talk?”

He shook his head. “No, something funny. Something you've never told anyone before.”

You blinked, still caught in that dreamy, half-asleep haze, but his question pulled you back a bit, sparking a soft laugh. “Something I’ve never told anyone?” you murmured, glancing up at him, your mind trying to pull together something coherent.

He nodded, giving you an expectant look, waiting expectantly for your answer.

“Alright,” you said, after pulling something out of your memories. “So, you know the song Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur?”

He raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

“Well…” You cleared your throat, fighting off the urge to blush. “There was a point where I listened to it… let’s just say, an embarrassingly high number of minutes. Like… 4,400 minutes. Just that song. On repeat.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at you in disbelief. “4,400 minutes?!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Are you serious? You listened to the same song for what… almost three days?”

“Don’t do the math!” you groaned, burying your face in your hands as he laughed even harder, his whole body practically shaking. “It’s not like it was all at once! It was spread out over months… I think.”

He grinned, clearly amused. “Alright, alright, I’ll give you that. But I have to know - why that song? What’s the obsession?”

You hesitated, looking away, unsure if you could say it outright. Because it made me think of you, you wanted to admit. But there was no way you could say that.

Because… wasn't it still too early? 

Though you knew - or well, hoped - that there was something, anything, between you, it all felt too fast. 

But maybe even that was just your insecurities speaking again.

“It… just helped me feel calm,” you finally said, settling on something true yet safe. “Like, I could close my eyes and forget everything for a few minutes. It felt… peaceful, I guess. I really needed this at that time.”

Jongho’s expression softened immediately  “I get it,” he murmured. “Music can do that. It’s like… sometimes, you just need a sound that's just for you.” He glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad this was your song.”

“My song…,” you mumbled.

His words made your heart flutter, but your tired mind could no longer keep up. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and you could barely keep yourself upright. You didn’t even realize you’d started to lean on him until you felt his shoulder beneath your cheek.

“You really are falling asleep on me, aren’t you?” he asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You grumbled something unintelligible, too far gone to form words. But as you drifted off, you felt his arm settle around you, warm and steady just like his whole persona, holding you close. The last thing you heard was his soft chuckle and a quiet, barely-there murmur that made your heart race, even in sleep.

“May you dream of the happiest melody, Y/N.”

And you did. Along with his beautiful, beautiful voice.

“Damn, it’s quiet in here today,” you mumbled, glancing around the mostly empty restaurant as you slid into the booth across from Wooyoung, San, and Yunho.

“Probably because everyone else is buried in textbooks,” Yunho said with a sigh, rubbing his tired eyes. “These exams are no joke.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes dramatically. “Speak for yourself. I’m practically living at the library these days. I didn’t sign up for this level of suffering.”

San nodded, looking equally exhausted. “Same here. Every time I close my eyes, I just see formulas. It’s like they’re burned into my brain. At times I feel like I can even smell them.”

“-How the fuck do formulas smell man?!”

You chuckled, trying not to let the mention of exams raise your own stress levels again. Life was horrible, really. After just finishing a big assignment you only got such little free time with Jongho before being thrown into the next stressful time period. “Don’t worry, guys. Spring break is just around the corner. We just have to survive a little longer.”

Wooyoung smirked, leaning forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, but by the way, I don’t see you here with Jongho today. What happened? Couldn’t convince your pookie bear to take a break with you?”

You felt your cheeks flush as they all stared at you shamelessly, clearly enjoying your reaction. “He’s just busy with his study group, that’s all. Unlike you guys, he actually does something for his grades without complaining every five minutes.”

Yunho snickered. “Well, then he’s missing out. At least we make it fun.”

San grinned. “Honestly, though, you two do seem to be spending a lot of time together lately. Practically glued at the hip. When are you finally going to confess?”

Your face heated up instantly, and you felt your mouth go dry at San’s question. “W-What? Confess? What are you talking about?” You tried to laugh it off, waving your hand dismissively, but the guys weren’t buying it.

Wooyoung gasped, leaning in closer with a smirk. “Oh my god, you haven’t told him, have you? You’re seriously killing me here! It’s so obvious to everyone else I'm wondering how he hasn't realized it himself yet.”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks reddening immediately betrayed you. “It’s not like that, okay? Jongho and I are just...we’re just friends who happen to enjoy spending time together. That’s all.”

Yunho scoffed playfully. “Yeah, right. Just friends. You realize that whenever he’s around, you can’t take your eyes off him, right? You’re not exactly subtle.”

San nudged Wooyoung beside him with his elbow, grinning. “And Jongho? He lights up every time you’re nearby. I've never seen him smile like that!”

“Well maybe that's because you don't know him that well-”

“-Y/N!”

You buried your face in your hands, feeling equal parts embarrassment and frustration. “Can we please not talk about this right now? Seriously, I came here to relax, not to get grilled on my nonexistent love life.”

Wooyoung chuckled, patting your hand reassuringly. Though you sensed he had a lot more to say, he seemed to take mercy on you. “Alright, alright, we’ll stop - for now. But mark my words, if you don’t make a move soon, we’re staging an intervention. It's slowly driving me insane.”

“Alright, so spring break - any plans?” you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from any more embarrassing teasing.

Yunho perked up immediately. “Yes! Beach trip. I’m craving some sun and waves, honestly.”

“Count me in,” San said, leaning back with a grin. “But none of that hiking or early morning stuff. Or the others will surely complain again.”

They all laughed, nodding in agreement, and the conversation drifted into a comfortable, lighthearted debate over the best spots to visit and various activities to squeeze in. But as they threw out endless ideas, you couldn’t help but think about Jongho, wishing he could join you guys for spring break. The thought of him laughing and unwinding together with the group you deemed family, tugged at your heart. But you weren’t sure if he’d be up for it.

There was a good chance he’d already have plans with his family or his own circle of friends. You weren’t sure he’d be into the idea of tagging along with your friends. After all, he might still choose a quiet week with his family.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize you'd gone quiet until Yunho carefully nudged you. "Earth to Y/N? Thinking about someone in particular you’d like to invite?" His eyes sparkled with that all-too-familiar mischief.

You felt your face heat up again. "W-What? No, I was just thinking it'd be nice to get everyone together, you know? All of us, no stress...and, well, maybe if I were to ask Jongho, it'd be good to have a plan.”

Wooyoung threw his head back in exasperation. "Ugh, I swear if you don’t invite him, we’re doing it for you."

“Fine, fine,” you said, chuckling. “If we can all figure out what we’re doing, maybe I’ll bring it up to him. No promises, though.”

San smirked. “That's all we needed to hear. We'll take care of the rest.”

Just as you all finally settled into comfortable silence, the server arrived with your food, and everyone’s attention quickly turned to the plates being set down. It was exactly what you all needed: comforting, warm, and ever so tasty. For the first few minutes, the only sounds were forks and spoons clinking against plates and contented sighs as each of you dug in.

“Damn, this place always hits the spot,” San mumbled through a mouthful, already reaching for another helping. You just laughed as all of them devoured their plates like animals. “I swear, it’s the only good thing that’s happened all week.”

Yunho nodded, still chewing. “Honestly, if we just survive this semester, we should come back and order everything on the menu to celebrate.”

You agreed, mumbling something no one could understand as you immediately took another bite. The food was too good, and, for a while, everyone focused on just enjoying their meals. Conversations drifted between lighthearted topics - TV shows everyone was watching, the latest music releases, funny memes on TikTok - until finally, you all started to slow down, plates empty and stomachs full.

Leaning back, you stretched a little, rubbing your belly satisfied. “I’m going to hit the restroom before we head out. I’ll meet you guys outside?”

The guys nodded, already beginning to gather their things after paying for the meal. As you slid out of the booth and walked away, you heard Wooyoung’s voice echo teasingly, “Don’t take too long, Y/N! I still want to go and check out that new store at the end of the street!”

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed down the hall. By the time you returned to the entrance, they were all waiting, bundled up and leaning casually against the doorway.

As you stepped out of the restaurant, you took out your phone, scrolling absentmindedly to catch up on a few missed notifications. A few messages from your friends, Amazon telling you one of the items you want was on sale and so on. The guys were walking just ahead of you, laughing about something Wooyoung had said, and for a moment, you fell behind, trying to type while still watching the road ahead of you.

But then something made you stop short, your thumb frozen mid-swipe.

Right there, on Jongho’s cover account, was a new post - one you weren’t expecting. The title stopped your heart: “Falling Like the Stars.” 

You paused, thumb hovering over the screen as your heart thundered in your chest. Jongho had posted this song - your song. The one you’d told him about so excitedly, just a few nights ago, when he asked you about something you never told anyone before. You could practically hear your own words echoing back at you: “It… just helped me feel calm.”

He’d listened. Jongho had actually listened - and not only remembered but went so far as to cover the song himself. 

The others had started walking ahead, their voices mingling with the busy sounds of everyday life around you as they headed toward the shop Wooyoung wanted to visit. But you couldn’t move. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen, where Jongho’s cover account stared back at you.

And at that very moment, you knew. 

You knew that he knew.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, the boys having stopped in their tracks and looking at you with confusion written all over their faces.

“I- yeah. I’m… I’m fine, I just…” Words failed you as you looked at each of their faces, one by one, not knowing how to act, what to say, what to do.

You tried to stammer out an excuse, barely piecing together a coherent thought as your mind raced. “I’m sorry, guys. I just- there’s something I have to do. Right now. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” The words tumbled out, rushed and a little breathless, as if you didn’t say them now, you’d lose the nerve.

And you felt like you really might.

“Look,” you said, “I just… I need to go. I’ll text you later!”

Without waiting, you turned on your heel, your legs already moving before you’d fully registered what the fuck you were doing. 

You barely noticed the familiar streets flying by as you sprinted the few blocks to your shared flat with Jongho. Heart pounding, half from the run and half from the thrill of what lay ahead, you finally rounded the last corner and saw the front of the building come into view.

By the time you reached your door, you were completely out of breath but determined, fumbling with your keys until the lock finally clicked. You pushed the door open, chest heaving, and there he was - sitting at the small dining table, headphones on, leaning over a notebook. He looked up, startled at the sound of the door, eyes widening as he saw you standing there, still desperately catching your breath.

“Y/N?” He pulled his headphones down, brow furrowed. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“S-since when did you know, Choi Jongho?!”

For a second, he remained completely silent. Even his body stopped moving, and he just… looked at you.

And you looked at him.

It was as if time was frozen still.

He slowly shifted in his chair, setting the headphones aside as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.

“It was… when you fell asleep on me,” he began, his voice steady despite the tension hanging in the air. “I carried you to your room, and when I was putting you down, I saw my account open on your laptop.”

His gaze held yours, a flicker of something sincere reflecting in his eyes. “That’s when I knew. And that’s when I decided to post that cover.”

“I-” You suddenly felt the urgent need to defend yourself. And so, with cheeks as red as your favourite type of flowers, you hastily said: “Please don't think I'm obsessed with you or something! I-i seriously didn't know for a long while and- God, this is so awkward- a-and I didn't even mean to find it! If you think I stalked you, I can assure you I really-”

“Y/N-”

“No Jongho, seriously let me explai-”

Before you could even realize what happened, Jongho had already closed the distance between you and was now standing in front of you, tall and strong and commanding, with a look in his eyes that made your heart skip and your knees weak. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and then, without a warning, his lips were one yours, and you were melting away in his arms.

Your mouth willingly opened to his, and your tongues met for the briefest instance before he pulled away, panting and looking at you like a meal he wanted to devour.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said, voice husky and filled with a primal need that mirrored your own. “And I'm honored you like my covers this much. Seriously, I- how could you ever think I'd be creeped out? You've done nothing wrong, silly woman.”

He chuckled, and it made all the tension in your body disappear, and you couldn't help but to hide your face behind your hands and laugh along with him.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. You melted against him, his strong body completely enveloping you. You inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent of him wash over you - something musky yet sweet, with a hint of laundry detergent.

He laid his head atop yours, his hands slowly finding a protective  place on your hips. You both stood in silence for a moment, the world outside completely  fading away. You could hear the soft thud of his heart, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own rapid beats.

“Y/N…” he murmured softly, breaking the peaceful silence after a while. “You know… I actually wanted to quit that account for a while now.” The sudden shift in his tone caught your attention, and you looked up, surprised.

“Why?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so talented. You shouldn’t give up on something you love.”

He sighed, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression serious. “It just… it felt like no one cared. I was starting to think that maybe my covers weren’t good enough. But then I found out you listened to it, and… and it made me realize that maybe not a lot of people might listen, but at least you are.”

Your fingers gently cradled Jongho's face, your thumbs brushing along his cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. You couldn't help but smile at him, your heart swelling with affection. “You have no idea how much I love your voice,” you said softly. “It’s the only thing that helps me fall asleep at night. I’d listen to your covers over and over again, and they’d calm my racing thoughts. I- I fell for you even before we became roommates, you know? I saw you on campus with your friends, in class and… I… it hit me so fast and hard. And then we became roommates, and then-”

“Psst,” he laid a finger over your lips, and you looked up at him, confused, “You talk too much, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and husky. “When we could be doing this instead.” With that, he moved his hand, sliding it down the curve of your back, making you arch into his touch involuntarily.

In one swift motion, Jongho lifted you off your feet, his strong arms wrapping around you like a steel cage. You let out a startled laugh, quickly turning into a moan as you felt his hard body pressed against yours. Instinctively, you locked your legs around his waist, your arms snaking around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

His lips crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding. Jongho devoured your mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, tangling with yours in a heated dance. You could taste the hint of mint from his toothpaste, mixed with the unique flavor that was purely Jongho. It was a taste you craved for months now, and you eagerly responded, matching his hunger.

Pulling back slightly, he teased your lips, nibbling gently on your top lip before sucking it into his warm mouth. You whimpered, feeling the sensitivity of your lips as he lavished attention on them. His tongue traced the outline of it, making you shiver as he repeated the action on your bottom lip.

“God, I love your lips,” he breathed against your mouth, his voice hoarse with desire. “So soft and responsive.”

You giggled, a little breathless, as he continued to pepper kisses along your jawline, nipping and sucking gently. “I love your mouth too, Jongho,” you managed to say between kisses. “And your voice... it drives me wild.”

He chuckled, the vibration of his laughter tickling your skin. “Oh, I know, baby. But… you haven't heard anything yet, baby.”

With that, he set you down gently, his hands roaming over your body, mapping every curve and dip. He worshipped your body with his touch, his fingers trailing fire along your skin. He unbuttoned your blouse slowly, revealing your lace bra, and you shivered as his fingertips brushed against your exposed skin.

“Fuck, you're so beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to touch every inch of you.”

You reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to explore his body as well. As you pulled it over his head, your breath caught at the sight of his strong chest and arms. His skin was warm and smooth, and you couldn't resist running your hands over his muscular frame.

“Feel how hard you make me,” he groaned, stopping your exploring hands and instead guiding them to the prominent bulge in his pants. You gasped at the size of his erection, feeling the length and thickness through the fabric. “I've been waiting to be inside you, Y/N. To feel your tight pussy around my cock.”

Your core clenched at his words, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. “I want that too, Jongho,” you whispered,”I- ah, I want to feel you, all of you.”

He wasted no time in removing your clothes, his skilled hands efficiently unfastening your bra and sliding off your pants. Soon, you were both naked, standing in the middle of the room, desire burning in both your eyes.

Jongho's hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch. “Ah I see, my girl likes when I play with her nipples, doesn't she?” he whispered, his breath hot in your ear. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“I-I want you," you panted, reaching down to stroke his rigid length. “I want to feel you inside me, to ride you, to taste you…”

He groaned, his body trembling at your touch. “Then take me, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

Guiding you to the bed, he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. He kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of the passionate dance you already took earlier.

Straddling his hips, you positioned yourself above his throbbing cock, feeling the head nudge against your wet entrance. And then, slowly, you sank down, taking him inch by agonizing inch, your inner walls stretching to accommodate his impressive size.

“Oh, fuck,” Jongho hissed, his hands gripping your hips as you descended. “You're so tight, Y/N. So wet and hot.”

You moaned, feeling incredibly full as you took him all the way inside. You sat still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of being completely impaled on his thick shaft.

“Move, Y/N,” he urged, his voice strained. “Fucking ride me, baby.”

You began to move, slowly at first, rising and falling, taking him in and out of your heated core. As you picked up the pace, Jongho's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

“That's it, baby,” he growled, his eyes fixed on where your bodies joined. “Fuck, you look so sexy riding me.”

His words spurred you on, and you quickened your movements, your hips rolling as you rode him as hard as you possibly could. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your moans, and Jongho's husky encouragements.

“That's it, take all of me,” he grunted, his hands gripping your thighs, guiding your movements. “You're so tight around my cock, Y/N. I'm gonna come so hard inside you.”

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. You leaned forward, your hands bracing against his chest as you quickened your pace, driving him deeper with each thrust.

“Yes, Y/N, just like that,” he groaned, his hips rising to meet your downward strokes. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he panted, sweat glistening on his forehead. “I can feel every inch of you squeezing me. You're gonna make me cum so hard.”

You could feel the pressure building in your core, the pleasure mounting with each and every thrust. Your body trembled, your muscles clenching around his thick shaft as you rode him with abandon. The sensation was overwhelming, almost making you drown in it entirely. 

“Jongho, I'm so close,” you gasped, your voice breaking, “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-”

“Yes, baby, cum for me,” he urged, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. “Let me feel you cum around my cock. Let me feel you milking me dry.”

The sensation of his fingers on your nipples was the final push you needed. Your body tensed, your vision blurring as the orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. You screamed his name, your voice echoing in the room as your inner muscles clamped down on his shaft, milking him with desperate, rhythmic pulses.

“Jongho! Oh, God, Jongho!”

He groaned in response, his body shuddering as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside you. His hands tightened on your breasts, his nails digging into your skin as he spilled his release, filling you with hot, thick spurts of his seed.

You collapsed onto his chest, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. His arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close as he panted, his heart pounding against your ear.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You're incredible. I've never felt anything like that.”

You nuzzled into his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “Neither have I,” you murmured, “That was... amazing.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “We're not done yet, baby,” he said and you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “Oh, really?” you asked, your voice dripping with anticipation. “What do you have in mind?”

A low chuckle escaped him. “You see… for that, you might have to cancel any plans you might have for the upcoming spring break, because in no fucking world am I gonna let you leave this goddamn apartment before I haven't tried every position that exists out there.”

You feigned a pout, placing a hand over your heart in mock despair. “Oh no, what will I tell the boys?”

“I'll make sure to come up with a very, very believable excuse for them, baby.”

[mymoodwriting]

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“Is it really your birthday today?”

“Yup, happy birthday to me.”

You took a sip of your drink, scanning the crowds around you. There were so many people here, all dressed up and having fun, but it felt bittersweet. You were standing in the corner dressed as a fallen angel. Your white dress was torn up and your halo broken. Although the sash across your chest that said ‘birthday girl’ was certainly out of place. It wasn’t wrong, but nobody really mentioned it. With or without it, you still looked great.

“You don’t seem all that happy.”

“No I am, it’s just that when you share a birthday with a holiday, you don’t get all the attention. Halloween is one of the bigger ones so there are many parties going on and who actually wants to attend a birthday party?”

“Is this not your birthday party?”

“Well it is, but it’s more about Halloween. My housemates always insist on throwing me a party but it ends the same way. I appreciate the thought though.”

“Hm, shall I let you in on a little secret?”

“What secret?”

“I can grant you a wish, but only because it’s your birthday.”

“Yeah? You’re not dressed like a genie.”

“It’s Halloween darling, the day all kinds of supernatural creatures get to freely wander the Earth. Although I assure you, there’s no need to be afraid.”

“If you say so.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Hongjoong.” The boy took a bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

“How did you-”

“I know many things. Now, how about that wish?”

“I don’t know what I’d wish for. I don’t even know if you’re telling the truth.”

“Then perhaps a demonstration, come with me, please.”

Hongjoong held his hand out to you, a gentle smile on his face. Something in the back of your head was telling you not to go off with some stranger, but you’d probably have more fun with him than if you stuck around for your supposed birthday party. You took his hand and followed him upstairs. To your surprise he led you straight into your bedroom, and it was empty. He walked you over to your bed and then shut the door. 

“If you whip your dick out right now I swear-”

“No, no, darling, if all either of us wanted was carnal pleasure, we’d already be undressed. I promised you a wish, but a demonstration is in order.”

Hongjoong snapped his fingers, and you stared at him curiously. The smile on his face had become mischievous, and he went over to your closet door. You raised a brow at him as he slid the door open, then your jaw was on the floor. Instead of seeing your closet full of clothes, you saw another room. 

“What the-”

“Just a temporary portal, darling, your clothes are just fine.” Hongjoong smiled. “Shall I introduce you to my brothers?”

“Brothers?”

As you pondered his question you suddenly noticed some figures in the distance inside your closet slowly approaching. Next thing you knew seven other gentlemen were standing in your bedroom. As they walked through the magic portal that was your closet they bowed and introduced themselves. You were still frozen in shock, wondering if you had too much alcohol already.

“I… how…”

“You don’t need to worry about the finer details.” Hongjoong assured. “Tonight is all about you.”

“Me…”

“Now, as for your demonstration. Jongho.”

Jongho happily stepped forward, sitting down on your bed next to you. He smiled at you, leaving you to wonder what was supposed to happen next.

“So… what… what happens now…”

“Hongjoong is the powerful one here.” Jongho explained. “He can grant your wish, but I can give you a test run.”

“A test run?”

“Consider it a taste.” Jongho manifested a shot glass in his hand. “Make a wish and drink. Nothing will be permanent.”

“Okay… uh… I wish I got a promotion at my job.”

“Very well.”

Jongho held the glass up to you and you took it. For a moment you stared down at the clear liquid, not even bothering to think of how it just came into existence. A lot of impossible things had just happened back to back, so might as well keep going. After a moment longer you drank from the shot glass. There was a bit of a burn as it went down, but nothing familiar. Then you began to feel dizzy. Your vision blurred and you fell back onto the bed. The room was spinning and fading to black, but there wasn’t anything you could do as you sunk into the void.

🖤

“Congratulations!”

Thunderous applause startled you awake, and you took in your surroundings. You found yourself at work, sitting in a meeting room. Everyone around you was clapping and cheering, congratulating you and reaching out for a hand shake. Nothing made sense to you until you noticed the board. At the end of all the business talk the boss had announced your promotion, the one you had been working hard for. Once that clicked you quickly stood up and bowed.

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much.”

After the meeting and all the good wishes the boss let everyone know that there would be a celebratory dinner. You got back to your desk, still giddy with excitement. You had already made so many plans for this promotion, and wanted to hit the ground running with your new title. There was much to prepare for that time flew by and next thing you knew you were heading out with your coworkers for dinner. There was a toast in your honor, and everyone seemed very happy for you.

“Thank you all so much, I shall do my best to make everyone’s job easier!”

Things were so lively that night it almost felt like a dream. For a moment you thought back to the Halloween party, remembering the strange gentlemen you had met, but that memory was fading, and was probably an alcohol induced dream. You got home late that night, but you still had a smile on your face. Your housemates were surely asleep at this hour so you quietly crept up to your room. You got into a warm shower and then tucked yourself into bed, too excited to sleep but managing it nonetheless.

The next day you eagerly went to work. You met up with the boss to discuss the finer details of your promotion and what was expected of you going forward. You brought up your own ideas, which the boss appreciated. You could tell you were already off to a good start. The first thing you did was start separating your work and figuring out what you needed to prioritize. You weren’t getting any new projects just yet, but were going to take on a higher position in the ones you had. It seemed like a lot, but you were confident in your abilities. Besides, everyone was on your side and helping you out as well.

Your days did get a bit longer, but you were adjusting well to the promotion. With your leadership skills things were running better than before, and you were keeping up with your tasks. You didn’t really mind staying late, you preferred to go home with a sense of accomplishment. Although one night you found you weren’t alone. While working someone suddenly placed a cup of coffee at your desk, asking how things were going. You didn’t recognize the voice right away, but when you looked over to thank your coworker your world stopped.

“Jongho… what are you-”

“Is this really your wish? More work?” Jongho wondered. “Sure you got some compensation, but this seems so mundane.”

“What do you mean?”

“You could wish for anything at all and you use it for work purposes, pretty uninspired, don’t you think?”

“So… this… it’s not real…”

“Sorry. I said I could only give you a taste, besides, this is only the good stuff. Surely you’d run into troubles with this promotion.”

“You mean my wish has a catch?”

“Not necessarily, but you know this job won’t always be smooth sailing.”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s go.” Jongho held his hand out. “This is all I can do for you.”

He wasn’t really asking, you knew that, but you suddenly felt so empty. A lot of time had passed in what you figured was the span of an hour in real life. Things had been good, but this was all just a dream. You sighed and took Jongho’s hand, your world suddenly cutting to black.

🖤

You inhaled sharply, slowly recognizing your surroundings as your bedroom. You sat up, Jongho at your side helping you up, your head throbbing a bit. The reality of getting a promotion still lingered in your mind, as did the empty feeling. You lost it all in the blink of an eye.

“Are you alright?” Jongho asked. “I know we can make things very vivid.”

“Yeah… I’m fine…”

“So, how was it?” Hongjoong questioned. “Getting your promotion.”

“It was nice until you took it from me.”

“I believe it’s only fair you get to try out your wish before committing.”

“Right, uh, so now what?”

“Well, what other wish do you want to try?”

“Try… how exactly does this work? What are you?”

“Powerful. My brothers can simulate a wish for you, but only I can make it a reality. You said you didn’t know what you’d wish for, so I can give you seven trial wishes. You already used one, so why not try something else?”

“Hm… I guess a promotion is really mundane… what should I wish for?”

“That’s entirely up to you. We can’t really tell you what to wish for, it has to be your desire.”

“My desire… well… I always wanted to travel the world.”

“Is that your next wish?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Wooyoung.”

The boy stepped forward and shoved Jongho away, a big smile on his face. Just like his brother he manifested a shot glass, holding it out to you.

“Make a wish.”

You took the glass. “I wish I could travel the world.”

Just like before a burning sensation was caused as the drink went down. This time you took the initiative to lay down before you collapsed. Closing your eyes and letting the dream take you away.

🖤

“Until next time everybody!”

You were waving at the camera until you began to take in your environment, slowly stopping and looking around. You were sitting at a table outside, a lot of plates and drinks around. Nothing made sense to you until your cameraman put down his equipment, and sat down across from you.

“What is going on, Wooyoung?”

“You said you wanted to travel the world, so being a foodie and trying all kinds of things to share with your fans seems like a good idea.”

“So I’m an influencer?”

“How else can you travel the world? You certainly don’t have the money to just go off on your own. This way you have the means to travel, and also a lot of time for yourself to enjoy things.”

“Hm… I guess the wishes are based on my reality first and foremost.”

“Exactly. Besides, this also takes into account what you would like to do. Traveling the world to try new food isn’t a bad thing.”

“It’s not.” You decided to take a bite of something. “Yeah, it’s good. Although, why are you here?”

“You need a partner in crime to film for you, besides, can’t just leave you alone somewhere foreign.”

“But if this becomes my wish, you won’t stay with me, or will you?”

“When it comes down to your real wish Hongjoong will make sure to get into the finer details. So, where shall we go next?”

You knew this wasn’t going to last long, but you could still make the most of things. Once you figured out where you were you knew where you wanted to go. Wooyoung happily followed you, filming some things here and there and reminding you to share your experiences with the camera. It was a fun endeavor, and you didn’t have to stick to one place. The two of you traveled elsewhere, once again taking in the culture and the food, and everything else you could. After a few days you knew you needed to catch a break, but it would probably end this dream too. You couldn’t avoid it, so you made sure to go to a luxurious hotel.

“Are you having fun?”

“Absolutely.” You jumped on the bed. “I’ve always wanted to see the world… but not like this.”

“Huh? You said you wanted to travel. You’ve never even done it before now.”

“Cause I can’t afford it… and I wouldn’t want to do it alone… you’re here with me now, but in reality…”

“I guess you need to wish for something else.”

“Yeah…”

“So, you ready to go?”

“Can I at least go down to the pool and then order room service?”

“Sure.”

This might be the only time you stay at such a fancy hotel, so you had to make the most of it. No cameras this time, and it was just you and Wooyoung enjoying yourselves. After having all kinds of fun, and staying up as late as you could you were finally ready to go to bed. It felt so tragic that once you closed your eyes this dream would end, but it was never going to last forever. At least not now.

🖤

You woke up normally this time, probably cause you had actually fallen asleep in the dream so the transition was easier. Wooyoung was laying right beside you, that same smile on his face. You couldn’t help but return it, even if you were sad your adventure was over. After a moment you sat up. The others were all scattered around your room, clearly entertaining themselves with your items, but they hadn’t made a mess so you let it go.

“How was your trip?” Hongjoong asked. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course.” A content smile remained on your lips. “Although it’s not exactly the best thing to wish for.”

“I guess not.”

“So let me try something different.”

“I hope you don’t make a similar wish, I’d be a waste.”

“No, no, I want something else.”

“Good. Mingi, could you please.”

Wooyoung winked before moving away, letting Mingi take his place by your side. The boy had the sweetest smile on his face, presenting you with a shot glass.

“Your wish is my command.”

“Thank you.” You took a moment. “I wish I was married to a rich man.”

“Oh, this should be interesting.”

Just like before you took the shot and laid down, rather curious this time to see how your wish would manifest.

🖤

You took in a breath as you snuggled the sheets, finding them incredibly soft and cozy. After a moment you peeked your eyes open, seeing that you were in a very different room. You sat as you took it all in. The room was huge, and very luxurious, moreso than the hotel room from before. You were amazed, getting out of bed and looking around. All the items here were yours, and it was incredible. There were so many jewels, and when you saw your closet you were left in awe. A knock at your door interrupted your exploring, and you went to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Good morning, madam, breakfast is ready. Will you be eating in the dining room, or prefer to eat in your room.”

“Uh… I’ll go down to the dining room.”

“Very well, we shall expect you in the dining room.”

“I’ll be down in a moment.”

You shut the door and eagerly went to look for something to wear before heading down for breakfast. Despite this being a new place to you, in your mind there was a sense of familiarity. So it was easy to navigate the halls to the dining room. It was huge, like the table, although there were only one set of utensils. It seemed your husband wouldn’t be joining you. In fact the bed had been cold on the other side, so they hadn’t been around for a while now. You figured you’d see them later so it was fine.

You sat down at the table, enjoying your breakfast. There was a good variety and you tried a bit of everything, loving every bite. Afterwards you were planning out your day. The funds you had were practically unlimited, and there was nothing you couldn’t do or have. You returned to your room, getting your phone and looking into possible trips. You wanted to do something cute with your husband, but weren’t sure what he was into, or where he was. You checked your phone contacts and found the one labeled husband, dialing it. You got a bit nervous when it started ringing, wondering who was going to answer.

“Hello?”

“… Mingi?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Uh… why… why are you…”

“You didn’t specify a particular rich man, and this is just a taste test anyway. Are you gonna come to the office?”

“Office? Aren’t I supposed to be a trophy wife or something?”

“Well, that depends. Usually the rich only marry another rich person, meaning you’re a self-made woman. You have your own wealth and career. I do believe you work in fashion and I run an entertainment company, so naturally we work in the same office. Kinda romantic, don’t you think?”

“I… yeah, I suppose.”

“Is this not what you wanted?”

“It’s not what I expected, but I only just woke up here. I’ll meet you at the office in a bit.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

You were still figuring out how you felt about this. You hadn’t been thinking about the details of marrying a rich man, and if these wishes pulled from your own desires, then perhaps you really weren’t into the idea of being a trophy wife. Either way, you put your feelings to the side and got dressed in office attire. As you headed out a car was waiting for you and you were taken to the office. All the employees greeted you and your secretary met up with you. A name came to mind and some vague details. They escorted you up to your office, and it wasn’t what you expected.

When Mingi said fashion you didn’t think he meant designer. Your office was actually the whole floor and you had all kinds of machines, models, and fabrics all over the place. You were rather stunned for a moment, only snapping out of it when you were greeted. You smiled and went to your office, which was really just a room with glass walls. You set your things down, your secretary going over your schedule. Thankfully no meetings, but projects you needed to look over and potentially approve of. Although there was something else you wanted to do first. Your secretary took you over to where Mingi was.

“Hello, love.”

“Hi, Mingi, how are you?”

“Good, shall we talk in my office?”

“Sure.”

You followed Mingi, seeing his office and the wonderful view he had. You admired it before Mingi spoke up.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, the bed was super soft.”

“Sorry I had to shatter your trophy wife dreams.”

“I don’t really know if I’d be into that. I guess that’s why I’m a working woman.”

“A very hot one.”

“So, fashion and entertainment, huh?”

“I think it suits you. You’re a very creative person, you should share your talents with the world.”

“Yet I’m still working in an office.”

“True, but you’re your own boss, and work your own hours.”

“I don’t think the job of a fashion designer is that easy.”

“Perhaps, then again you are a passionate woman. You were working so hard when you got that promotion before.”

“You saw that?”

“Of course. We all saw.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t be shy, we only know what happened after you woke up.”

“Ah, okay, that’s better.”

“So, what do you want to do then? We could just ditch this place and go somewhere else.”

“We could, but I am curious to see what my life is like after all the hard work, given that I’m a big player in my career now. So, what project are we working on?”

“I do still have some power over this reality, so it can be whatever you want.”

“Hm… in that case, I’m thinking fashion show.”

“I like that. I guess you have work to do.”

“We both do.”

You happily returned to your work area, ready to take on the challenge ahead. A job like this really was like a dream come true, so you might as well live it to your fullest. There were already a few designs you had approved of, which looked great, now you just needed the rest for the show. You spent the day going over designs and checking your models, mindlessly skipping lunch and not getting a break till the end of the day. Time had really flown by, and you really only stopped when Mingi came to get you.

“Busy day, huh?”

“Yup, but very fulfilling. I have to pick a proper venue tomorrow and I might need some more models, but things seem to be on schedule.”

“You adjusted to this quickly.”

“Like I said, I’m a working woman. I am hungry though.”

“Yes, I was told you missed lunch.”

“I didn’t even notice.”

“Well, I have some reservations we need to get to, shall we?”

“Yes, please.”

Your little dreams would only last a few days at most, but Mingi let you stay in this reality to see the fashion show through. Everything went well, and you got to meet with so many celebrities too. Everyone praised your work, and spoke highly of you. The whole ordeal was incredibly rewarding. Not to mention the after party was just as amazing. You enjoyed yourself to the fullest, perhaps having one to many drinks, but Mingi was there to look after you. Once you said your goodbyes to everyone you were in the back of a limo with Mingi. You leaned against his shoulder, half awake.

“Was it a good night?”

“Amazing… I don’t want it to end…”

“I know, but it’s that time.”

“Yeah… thank you… this was fun…”

“I’m glad to hear. Now close your eyes and sleep, your night isn’t truly over yet.”

“Hm…”

You closed your eyes and snuggled against Mingi. You knew he was right but for now you just wanted to delude yourself. You deserved all this love and more, so letting go wouldn’t be easy, but you didn’t have much choice. The day and night had taken a lot out of you, and sleep was calling to you. In the end you could do nothing but give in.

🖤

You sighed contently as you snuggled your sheets, definitely not wanting to wake up, but the chuckles around you coaxed you to wake up. You opened your eyes and stared at the wall, Mingi slowly peeking into your field of view.

“Hello.”

“Hi…”

“I know, I know, that was fun, but all good dreams come to an end, huh?”

“I guess they do.”

You stayed put for a while longer before getting up. You were trying to move past your recent dream, but you certainly had trouble. Maybe that would be your wish, but you still had a few more sample wishes to use, and it would be foolish not to take advantage of that.

“You really don’t mind working.” Hongjoong commented. “Some people can’t really sit still, so it’s plausible.”

“Yeah, and I know what I want to wish for next.”

“Ah, finally getting the hang of this.”

“More or less.”

“Good. San, you’re up.”

The boy happily took a seat next to you, presenting you with the shot glass for your next wish. There wasn’t much hesitation as you took the glass and spoke out your desires.

“I wish to be famous.”

“Oh, that should be real fun.”

You were getting used to the burn of this mysterious liquid, and happily laid down to enter this next dream of yours.

🖤

“And cut! That’s a wrap everyone!”

Cheers and applause filled the set, everyone talking about the good work that had been done. It took a moment for the gaps to get filled in for you, but you soon found yourself with a smile on your face. Today was the last day on set for the show you were starring in and the final scene had just been filmed. You co-stars were quickly surrounding you and happily congratulating you, but the party had only just begun. Everyone had to gather to celebrate, so after changing you went with everyone to the after party.

You understood how these dreams worked now, so you didn’t need to worry about context, it would come to you as things progressed. The night was filled with food and drinks, and reminiscing about all the filming. As your co-stars brought up scenes you could see them in your mind. There was so much attention on you, but this night was only the beginning. Once the party began to die down your manager arrived to pick you up. A familiar face greeted you, and it did explain where they had been this whole time.

“Hi, San.”

“Hello. You ready to go?”

“Yup.”

You stood up stumbling in your steps a bit, but San helped you up. You waved goodbye to everyone, saying you’d see them on the press tour. San escorted you out and towards the van. You were tipsy, but not too drunk so you could walk on your own, although you did lean against San. The night had been so wonderful and warm.

“I honestly thought you’d be my co-star or something.” You mumbled. “Not my manager.”

“I thought I’d be pushing it if I did that. Besides, this is a better role to take on, that way you can enjoy all the limelight.”

“Yeah… it’s nice.”

San drove you to the hotel you were staying at, going up to the penthouse sweet. You jumped into bed, wrapping yourself up in a blanket until San grabbed you, reminding you that you needed to undress first. He stuck around to make sure you washed up properly and then got into bed.

“What’s my schedule for tomorrow?”

“You have a promotional shoot tomorrow afternoon with some of your co-stars. You only have the morning to rest.”

“Ugh, sounds about right. Okay, you’ll come wake me later, right?”

“Of course, sleep well.”

You did in fact sleep comfortably, feeling refreshed and well rested in the morning. Just as promised San came to wake you, bringing you some brunch and then you were on the road. You ate and stared out the window, excitedly pointing at the few ads you saw with your face on it. San had a big smile on his face, glad to see you so happy. You soon made it to your photoshoot, getting into hair and makeup while discussing outfits with one of the stylists. You really loved all your options but you could only wear so many. Once you were good to go you met up with the others and the photographer. You had done some shoots with them before, so you knew the evening would go well.

Everyone around you was having a good time, and the shoot was going well. Afterwards you were invited out for dinner, which you couldn’t refuse. You went to a fancy place, a few other of your friends joining you later on. This time you refrained from drinking, but enjoyed yourself nonetheless. As it got late you suddenly got a call from San, saying he’d be picking you up as you needed to rest before your next schedule. It was disappointing to say bye to everyone, but you knew San would drag you out if he had to. 

“Sorry to cut your night short.”

“I get it. I’m still working and everything.”

You returned to your hotel room, getting room service for some snacks before turning on the TV to let yourself fall asleep. The next morning San was there to wake you up, a similar breakfast in hand. Your day was filled with schedules, so you went from one place to another. It was exhausting but fun as well. You spent a few days like that. Although you did always get excited when someone on the streets would recognize you and ask for an autograph. You really felt special.

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight!”

“Oh, no, I’m spent. I’m just gonna head back to my hotel and rest.”

“Come on, y/n, the night is young!”

“Which means I can get lots of sleep.”

“Alright, fine, but breakfast tomorrow.”

“I can do that.”

“Good, see you then.”

You waved goodbye to your friends and got into the van, letting out a tired sigh and reclining your chair. San drove quietly, although he could see the somber look on your face from the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t think you’d turn in for the night so early.”

“I’m just tired.”

“Too many schedules?”

“No… it’s just…”

“Is being famous not exciting and fulfilling?”

“It is but… I didn’t realize how lonely it was…”

“What do you mean? You have plenty of friends and fans.”

“Yeah, but it’s different. My so-called friends are all in the industry, and I met through projects, and fans don’t really know me… I don’t even know me…”

“To be fair, if this is your wish, you won’t be aware or care about things like that.”

“I know but… I feel fake in this wish. The people who are close to me benefit from me, and I feel like a fraud to my fans… in reality I have some childhood friends I keep in touch with, but none of them exist here…”

“You’re worrying about something inconsequential, you know that, right?”

“Perhaps… but I should go into my wish truly wanting it, even if I won’t remember my original life.”

“I see… do you want tonight to be the last?”

“Yeah… I need to try something else.”

“Okay.”

You got back to your hotel room, deciding to drag out the night bit. You took a long bath, getting some room service and just winding down before bed. San wished you a good night and said he would see you later. You chuckled and thanked him, settling in for the night. This dream was fun while it lasted.

🖤

“Can I have your autograph?”

You woke to San teasing you, holding out some paper and a pen. You merely smiled, amusing him and doing as he asked once you sat up.

“That was fun, although I don’t know if being famous is meant for me.”

“Trouble in paradise.” Hongjoong remarked. “We could always work out the finer details so it is for you.”

“Yeah, but I was certainly more busy as an actress than my other jobs. It felt more like I was on everyone else’s time than my own.”

“Perhaps you should have been farther along in your career.”

“Or I make sure I’m on my time, and my time only.”

“Ah, so what do you have in mind? Ready for your next wish?”

“Yes.”

“Yeosang.”

The boy happily came to your side and presented you with your shot glass. This whole thing was starting to feel more like a game than anything else.

“I wish I was born rich.”

“Very interesting.”

You took your shot and laid down, Yeosang getting comfortable next to you. The two of you had smiles on your faces, and you excitedly closed your eyes, letting the darkness take you.

🖤

There was no alarm, or knock at your door, you simply woke up when you felt like it. The sun was peeking in through the blinds, but you were certain it wasn’t morning. You got out of bed and stretched, looking around your room. It was spacious and definitely more your taste than when you had married rich. You explored your room a bit as you got familiar with things, washing up and finding your closet. You went with something cozy and then stepped out into the hall. The place was rather quiet, but you didn’t mind it. As you made your way down you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Good afternoon, miss y/n, shall we prepare a meal, or will you be going out?”

“I’ll eat at home, Yeosang, thank you.”

“Of course. Just give the kitchen some time to set everything up.”

“So, is it just me here?”

“This is your home. No husband, no family, no responsibilities. You are free to do whatever you want.”

“Hm… that sounds nice… it’s a never ending vacation. So, that makes you my secretary?”

“More or less, but I can go whenever you’d like.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind the company.”

The kitchen had prepared one of your favorite meals, and while you ate you browsed the internet for ideas on what to do. You figured a day out to unwind would be best, so you scheduled a visit to the spa. You also included Yeosang in your plans, figuring he’d want to relax too. Your personal drive brought the car around when you called for them, heading out to enjoy your evening. The staff were so nice when you arrived, apparently they knew who you were. You got the best of service, getting all the treatments, and taking a few naps here and there.

Your vacation had only just begun, so you didn’t really plan anything ahead. You were free to do as you pleased, so you left things up to chance. Every morning you’d decide to try something new, and just go with the flow. One day was a shopping spree, another was taking trips to other countries. Your life really was an all expense-paid vacation. Although after doing all the things you didn’t have time for, or couldn’t do for yourself, you were a bit bored. In this life you had no career, no expectations, so you were free to do anything, but since you never truly had that before, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.

“They say it’s never too late to start something.”

“I’m not sure I know what I’d want to do.”

“Anything is possible for you. With your funds, nothing is really an obstacle.”

“I guess that’s what I’ve been missing here.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not used to it. I may be rich here, but no one knows me.”

“This luxurious life… it’s quite lonely as well…”

“You don’t like being alone, do you?”

“A lot of wealthy people aren’t celebrities.”

“True. I guess the laid back life isn’t my thing.”

“Perhaps you need a more powerful role.”

“Like what?”

“That is for you to decide.”

“Hm… but haven’t my wishes been too similar?”

“There is enough of a difference that none of your wishes have been wasteful. You’re learning about yourself, aren’t you?”

“I am. Although it’s a bit hard to tell what I’m learning at times.”

“Then why don’t we review?”

Yeosang plopped down on your couch, acting childish, but you joined him. There was no rush, and you had all the time in the world here.

“So, tell me, what have you learned about me?”

“You’re very beautiful.”

“Please, I thought you were being serious here.”

“I am. A beautiful woman who can’t be tied down. She wants a career and to be someone recognized, but also loved. Someone who doesn’t want to be alone, and wants to travel the world. To fulfill a wish like yours, you’d need to go big.”

“It sounds like I need to be a queen or something.”

“Hm, that could work.”

“Wait, can I wish for something like that? We don’t have kings and queens anymore.”

“Hongjoong can grant any wish. Even if it means completely changing reality.”

“… what exactly is Hongjoong? What are all of you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. I’ve been playing along with all of this but I don’t even know what you are. Do you truly look like that or is it just an illusion?”

“Oh I promise this is all me, but I do hide the scarier bits.”

“Like what?”

“Sorry, can’t show you here, it’s not real after all.”

“Then I want this dream to end. I have questions, and I won’t continue with this until I have answers.”

“As you wish, darling.”

Yeosang snapped his fingers and everything cut to black.

🖤

You gasped awake, feeling a bit panicked over the sudden shift in your world. You were back in your bedroom, in the real world, surrounded by eight strangers. You scrambled out of bed and stepped away from all the others. By now they could understand why you were worrying.

“Take it easy. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

“I don’t know if that’s true!”

You thought to leave, but Mingi and San were quickly blocking the door. They had smiles on their faces, but you didn’t believe it was kindness.

“You said you had questions.” Hongjoong remarked. “So go ahead and ask.”

“And you’ll be honest?”

“I have no reason to lie to the birthday girl.”

“Then why me? Why are you doing this to me?”

“What do you mean? Like I said before, I can grant wishes, but only to someone on their birthday.”

“Why?”

“Cause it’s my curse.”

“Curse? Like a witch put a curse on you?”

“Witches aren’t all that nice. They can be quite petty. I used to grant wishes all the time, until they put shackles on me, and locked away my boys. Now I can only roam the Earth on Halloween, and I can’t grant wishes unless it’s someone’s birthday. So I must thank you, if not for you I wouldn’t be able to see my boys.”

“I… I’m so sorry…”

“You’re not a witch that cursed me, you truly are like an angel to me tonight.”

“Is that why you want to grant me a wish?”

“I haven’t granted a wish in so long, it would be an honor to fulfill your heart’s desire.”

“… thank you…”

“Of course. Now what’s this about you wanting to be a queen?”

“Is… is that possible?”

“Anything is possible. As long as you want it.”

“Okay… I know what I want my next wish to be.”

“Yunho, you heard our girl.”

“I did.”

Yunho came over to you and held his hand out to you. Once you took it he brought you back over to your bed and the two of you sat down. Just like all the others he presented you with a shot glass. You found yourself nervous once more, but you took it nonetheless. This wish was certainly grander than the last.

“I… I wish I was a queen.”

You looked at Yunho and the others, all of them giving you an encouraging smile. You took the shot and then laid down. This wish was otherworldly, so you had no idea what to expect as you slipped into the void.

🖤

“Your Majesty, it is morning. Time to rise.”

There was a different type of silence in the air. In your reality, even at the first peek of sunrise you could still hear the sounds of life, but here it was quiet. As you sat up the only sounds you could hear were from those around you. Soft footsteps and soft breathes, followed by your doors sliding open. A few court ladies entered your room, carrying the garments you were to get dressed into you. This was certainly a different type of luxury, and you had no idea what to say. Although you didn’t owe anyone an explanation. So you merely stood up, and what you believed to be the head lady escorted you to a bath.

Everything was of high quality for you, and the bath was quite relaxing. You wanted to stay there for a good while, but your court lady did remind you that you had things to attend to. Of course the life of a queen wasn’t just about luxury, but the responsibility held to the nation. After being dressed you thought you’d have breakfast in your room, but it seemed you shared a meal with someone every morning. You went to the king’s quarters, not at all surprised to see who was the ruler of the nation. You gave Yunho a coy smile and took your seat by his side. The food was served and then the two of you were left alone to eat.

“Good morning, your Majesty.”

“That sounds nice.” You giggled. “Say it again.”

“Your Majesty.”

“Hm, wonderful. So, I see you gave yourself a powerful role while in my dream.”

“That may be true, but I am nothing more than your puppet. Whatever you desire, so shall it be.”

“Although it must come from your mouth.”

“You can join the daily gatherings, I don’t mind at all.”

“I’m sure the ministers would.”

“That’s the unfortunate reality of being a queen. You have power, but you must fight to use it.”

“Still, if anyone dares to do anything against me, death awaits them.”

“A powerful woman indeed, I like that.”

“The question now is, what should I do?”

“We can look over petitions, see what ceremonies we need to prepare for. If that doesn’t peak your interest, you are free to do as you please.”

“Within reason, I am a queen afterall.”

“Precisely.”

“Well, today I would like to go outside the palace and see what my kingdom is like.”

“Hm, shall I accompany you?”

“That sounds a little too dangerous.”

“This is your dream, bad things won’t happen.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s go out into the markets.”

Of course you had to dress differently to go out, but you didn’t mind. It was a much simpler outfit, but still beautiful. Outside the palace you were just a lady, with her beloved husband at your side. Many others didn’t like the idea of both of you going out, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you, one you would not pass up. As you wandered the streets you eagerly took everything in, feeling like you were walking through a history book. You could appreciate the beauty of the past, seeing all it had to offer. What was a bit surprising was the guards that followed you. In previous dreams, only the one who granted the wish would be present, but aside from Yunho, Mingi and Jongho were present, wearing their own disguises and following you along as royal guards.

“How come they’re here with us?”

“Do they bother you?”

“No. I’m just curious. I didn’t expect to see anyone besides you.”

“Well, this is a grand wish, I need people I can trust near me and you. Besides, I’m also more powerful than my brothers, so I could bring them along.”

“I see. You know, Hongjoong never told me what you were.”

“Why don’t you guess.”

“I could, but anything is possible, right? Since witches are real.”

“Very good.”

“Are angels real?”

“I’m looking at one right now.”

You chuckled. “I’m being serious.”

“As am I. You truly are our angel.”

“How long have you guys been locked away?”

“I’m not sure anymore. Decades perhaps. Only Hongjoong gets to roam the Earth once a year, the rest of us remain locked away unless there is a wish to grant.”

“So Hongjoong can only grant wishes on someone’s birthday?”

“Yup. He’s very powerful, and can’t just grant wishes as he pleases, or as someone else does. One wish per person, and only if it’s their birthday. It’s not exactly easy to find, but it wasn’t an issue before. Back then we were free to live how we wanted, granting a wish here and there. We’ve all missed the excitement of fulfilling someone’s desire. The joy they experience, the way their world changes, it’s all so beautiful.”

“And you and your brothers can give a little taste of a potential wish.”

“Yes. One’s dreams are full of endless potential, easy to manipulate.”

“You all must have experienced a lot in order to create such vivid worlds.”

“You can say that.”

The two of you found a nice little place to eat, enjoying your meal and the company. As the sun went down things became more lively. It made you want to say, but Yunho insisted on returning to the palace. All the palace staff were probably overwhelmed with anxiety given your outing, so it was about time to put their mind at ease. You agreed and returned to the palace needing time to wind down after an exciting day. Your ladies prepared a nice bath for you, and you certainly enjoyed it. Yunho didn’t join you for dinner as he had things to do, and you were quite tired. Tomorrow you’d engage with the palace as its queen.

The next morning was similar with your ladies dressing you and escorting you to the kings quarters. You liked sharing breakfast with the king, it showed strength to everyone else. You talked over some things with him and decided to focus on an upcoming festival. The palace would be hosting, so you would take charge of deciding the menu and decorations, as well as the guests and entertainment. It was busy work that kept you occupied all day. You spent your morning with the kitchen staff, figuring out what would be appropriate to have, as well as dishes that are appropriate for the festival. You didn’t need to eat lunch as you had plenty with the sampling. So afterwards you took it slow and went over the guest list.

Many lords were to be invited, alongside palace officials. You wanted to make sure everyone was seated near someone they knew so no one would feel singled out. Everything you needed to know about your guests was in the back of your mind coming to the forefront. You had a giant board before you as you set everything up, like playing a sort of strategy game. To a degree that’s what this was. You had a few requests from officials and lords, wanting to use the festival to mingle with certain individuals. That took up the rest of your day, so decorations and entertainment would have to wait until tomorrow. You returned to your room and collapsed onto your bed, mentally exhausted.

You didn’t mind this life though. You were someone important and respected, and to a degree you had it easy. You could see Yunho whenever you wanted, and do what you pleased outside of your royal duties. Although it wasn’t long before you realized you were back in the same position. No matter what you wished for you still couldn’t figure out how to avoid this. You were alone. A royal palace was a very dangerous place to be in, and it could be quite lonely. Not to mention the fact you were the queen. Besides the king, you didn’t have anyone else. Sure there was your family, but they could turn on you at any moment. Your court ladies were just employees, ones who would die for you, so not really friends. You pondered all of this as you took a late night bath. All by yourself until someone interrupted your thoughts.

“Is something bothering you?”

For a moment you panicked, but then you saw Yunho standing outside your tub. His soft smile put you at ease, and you were less embarrassed about potentially exposing yourself.

“How did you know?”

“Well, this may be your dream, but I am still technically in control. I could sense your uneasiness.”

“So you came right over.”

“You should be happy here, are you not?”

“No I am, it’s just I realized my wishes are all the same.”

“This is very different from being promoted at work.”

“Yeah, but I’m still alone. I’m the queen here. I may be good, but there will still be those who want to see me dead. I’ve also seen plenty of dramas to know the palace is a lonely place.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“My little slice of life wishes are only good things, but once I make a real wish, you can’t control what happens.”

“Maybe there’s a way around that.”

“Hm?”

“You still have one more test wish. Seonghwa is more powerful than me, he can really do something otherworldly.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t really tell you what to wish for, but there is something higher than being a queen.”

“Like what? President?”

“You’re still thinking too lowly. Angels and witches exist, and so much more. The world is literally at your fingertips. When Hongjoong said he can grant any wish, he meant it.”

“Hm… greater than a queen… I think I know what you mean, but that does sound impossible.”

“So does being a queen, yet here you are, your Majesty.”

“Come here.” You held your hand out. “Join me before I wake up from this wonderful dream.”

“Ah, you just want to see me naked.”

“Can’t I?”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

You happily watched Yunho undress and step into the bath with you. He came to your side and you leaned against him, your hands trailing down his perfect body. You weren’t going to do anything, just happy to enjoy his company. The two of you stayed that way for a while before you figured it was time to rest. For tonight you’d be together, lying side by side.

“Did you enjoy your time here, your Majesty?”

“I did. Thank you.”

“Sleep well.”

“Hopefully.”

🖤

Just as you closed your eyes, you opened them to find Yunho in your line of sight. The same smile decorated his face. For a moment you could pretend you were still a queen living in your own kingdom, but modern sounds soon filled your ears, reminding you that you were in the present. You sighed and sat up, seeing all the boys gathered around the bed, looking at you with smiles. It was a bit creepy but you just offered a smile back. Hongjoong told them all to back off, and even Yunho moved away from you.

“Welcome back, your Majesty.”

You giggled. “I’m not a queen in this reality.”

“You could be.”

“Yes, I’ve been told you are very, very, powerful. Which does make me wonder how a witch put a curse on you.”

“Witches, darling, a whole coven had to come together to chain me.”

“I still don’t get why.”

“Maintaining balance, afraid of my power, take your pick. Witches can make up any reason to do as they please.”

“Hm.”

“So then, what shall your last test wish be? Something grand I hope.”

“Well, that depends on whether or not you can make it a reality.”

“And what would this ambitious wish be?”

“What if I wanted to be a goddess? Worshiped and adored by the masses? Is that something you can handle?”

“Ah, quiet a lovely idea.” Hongjoong chuckled lowly. “Seonghwa, would you be a dear and show her what she could have.”

“With pleasure.”

Seonghwa summoned forth a shot glass and presented it to you, a devilish grin on his face. This request was grand, but you wanted to know if it was possible. 

“I wish to be a goddess.”

You took the glass from Seonghwa and emptied out its contents down your throat. You welcomed the burn around your throat and laid back with a smile on your face. It was your birthday after all, and you should be treated with special care.

🖤

“My goddess…”

You slowly regained consciousness, discovering you were not alone, and not unattended. As your senses returned, you felt something soft and wet against your arm. You opened your eyes to see Seonghwa placing gentle kisses on your arm, slowly moving up. When his eyes met yours you saw desire and lust. That same smile from before greeted you, and he cautiously moved a hand up to caress your cheek.

“Did I wake you, my goddess?”

“Hm… I’m not sure it was a bad thing…”

“Forgive me for my mistake, I only wish to serve.”

“In what way?”

“In every way you desire.”

“You must be my very devoted follower.”

“Always, my goddess.”

You chuckled and reached over to pet Seonghwa’s head. A gentle smile appeared on his face, and his eyes met yours with a softer look.

“Too much?”

“I think you’re perfect as my follower.”

You looked around to see where you were. You had been lying on a soft bed, wrapped up in silk and wearing such a beautiful dress. All types of beautiful items, along with fruits, decorated the room. Clearly gifts of worship meant for you. The style of clothing you wore definitely told you that you were in another time, but you didn’t mind at all. A wonderful breeze passed through the room and you went over to the balcony. You were up high, looking down on a garden. When the people tending to it noticed they called out your name and bowed. Their actions made you feel a bit shy, but you quite loved the attention.

“What am I the goddess of here?”

“I defaulted on harvest, but if you want to change it to something else, I can.”

“Goddess of harvest, I like that. So, this is my temple?”

“Yes. Many reside here to look after you and your home. There are also a lot of visitors who come here to make offerings and requests.”

“Then perhaps, are you my prophet?”

“Would you like me to be?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

You didn’t have a guide or any real reference in terms of what it was like to be a goddess, but you had your own idea. It was a simple life. The people looked to you for guidance and faith. As long as you were happy and loved, good things would come to them. You weren’t sure if you actually had power, but you knew the power of belief was very strong. Seonghwa led you over to what you could consider your throne room. Many people had come to ask for you to bless them and their crops, offering up cloth, food, and precious jewels. You loved it all, but you also knew you wanted to be kind. Even those that came to offer you nothing but the grace of their presence was enough.

You appreciated the feeling of being needed, and how so many people were here for you. It gave you a sense of purpose and you knew that like this you’d never really be alone, unless you wanted to be. After receiving offerings you retreated to your room to rest and get some food. Seonghwa was more than happy to feed you as you laid in bed, talking about all the people that came by to see you. He could tell how happy you were, glad he could provide you with a lovely dream. The day, and every day, was yours do what you wished, alongside your godly duties. Outside of meeting with people, there were also rituals to partake in. you of course had to prepare them, but they were really celebrations for you.

These parties were full of people, all wanting to get a moment with you, to dance, to hear you speak. It was such a lively event. Things continued till sunrise and even then, it wasn’t until later in the day that things finally settled down. You were absolutely spent, but you didn’t have to worry about a thing. Once it was clear you couldn’t be on your feet you had someone at your side making sure you didn’t hurt yourself, two someone’s actually. Wooyoung and San did a good job as bodyguards. Now that things were over Mingi had no problem carrying you back to your room and settling you down in bed. You snuggled against your soft sheets, taking your lovely boys for looking after you.

When you opened your eyes again it was dark out. The rest of the day had gone by while you slept, but that was the least of your concerns. You were hungry and needed to find some food. As you sat up from bed you realized you weren’t alone. Your bodyguards were sprawled out on the floor, along with the one who carried you, and five others. You were rather surprised to see them. At first you thought they were all asleep, but Seonghwa was awake and quietly reading in the corner. His soft voice didn’t startle you, and he quickly apologized. He knew why you were up as well, putting down his book and approaching you with a tray of food.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my goddess.”

After eating you sat out on your balcony, staring up at the beautiful star filled sky. It was a sight you didn’t get to see at all in your real life, but here it was yours to enjoy every night. Seonghwa watched you watch the sky, seeing such joy and wonder in your eyes.

“You’re really enjoying this dream, aren’t you?”

“It’s so carefree and peaceful, and I’m not really alone.”

“You’re not?”

“Yeah. Even if you’re just filling in as my devotee, in this type of reality I would have someone here with me. We’d be close, I’d have others who would always be there with me too. It would take time but we’d surely be friends.”

“Ah, I see, you want company more than anything else.”

“I may be confined to a temple here, and bound by my status, but I would never be alone. Many people sleep on the floors of the temple just to be near their goddess, and I welcome them all. Just knowing someone is there is comforting, and for once I’d get put first.”

“You’re far more complex than I thought.”

“All humans are.”

“Forgive me, I haven’t socialized with many humans as of late.”

“Right, Yunho said you guys have been locked up for a long time, more than Hongjoong. Technically speaking.”

“Yeah. I guess the last time I saw the sun was around this era.”

“Really? Is this place based on your memory?”

“Perhaps. I can’t really be sure anymore.”

“Let’s watch the sunrise together. I’ll share my memory of it with you.”

“You’ve been up early to see the sunrise?”

“It’s quite beautiful. I’ve gone to see it a few times, and other times it’s cause I was up late working throughout the night. Before I know it the sun is peeking over the horizon.”

“You’ve lived quite a busy life.”

“Yeah…”

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“Are you truly happy?”

“You picked the worst time to ask.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s Halloween. The most festive night of the year.”

“But it’s your birthday, that’s more important.”

“To who? Certainly not me, I’ll tell you that. No one knows or cares that it’s my birthday, but these birthday wishes from you guys have been nice. I appreciate it.”

“Have you decided what to wish for? Will you be a goddess in another reality?”

“I’m not sure I’m deserving of all of this, and like you’ve all said. These little dreams are nothing but good things. I’m sure there are plenty of bad things to come being a goddess, and as history shows, people stop believing eventually.”

“When did you stop believing you were special?”

You and Seonghwa looked back, seeing Hongjoong stepping out into the balcony. It seemed that he had heard bits of your conversation and had something to say.

“Maybe whenever I was old enough to realize Halloween was bigger than me.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way.” Hongjoong stated. “Everyday can be your birthday.”

“My life isn’t like that.”

“But it can be.”

Hongjoong bent down to grab your hands, pulling you up to your feet and having you step back into your room. The others were awake, a few candles lit to provide light. The boys were all gathered around, holding up what seemed to be a modern cake.

“What’s this?”

“Did you think we’d forget what today really is?” Hongjoong chuckled. “It’s your birthday, and that should be celebrated.”

“I didn’t think you’d do this.”

“We’re full of surprises. After all, you still have a very real wish to make.”

“I know…”

“Although right now we can just have fun.”

A wave of Hongjoong’s hand caused the candles on the cake to light up. You couldn’t help but laugh in excitement. It had been a long time since you had any sort of intimate birthday celebration. The boys soon began to sing for you, filling the air with such joy. Although once you made a little wish in your head and were going to blow out the candles your world turned black.

🖤

“What the hell is going on!?”

You opened your eyes to screaming, and someone grabbing your arm and yanking you out of bed. You stumbled as you got on your feet, looking around with hazy vision. You were back in your room, back in the real world. Someone grabbed your other arm, and you were soon able to make out Hongjoong’s face. 

“Let go, you creep!”

“Misu, what are you doing?” You asked. “What’s going on?”

“You tell me!? I came looking for you only to find you passed out in bed with some random guy in your room. Do you feel okay?”

“Guy? What about-”

“She can’t see us.” Jongho explained. “Only you can. Well, at least for a little while longer.”

“What?”

You pulled yourself away from the two who were holding you, needing a moment to steady yourself. The rest of the boys were on the opposite side of the room, quiet and just observing. Hongjoong was just ignoring your housemate as she yelled and tried to get answers. Although next thing you knew Misu flew out of the room and out into the hall, the door to your room slamming shut and locking. 

“What- Hongjoong why did-”

“It’s almost midnight, y/n.” Hongjoong took your hands in his. “I can only grant you a wish while it’s your birthday, so, have you decided?”

“I… I’m not-”

You jumped when you heard Misu banging on the door, trying to get in and screaming for you. Hongjoong grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet his. Things suddenly seemed so chaotic, but he was calm and collected.

“You know, you don’t have to choose just one.”

“… what…?”

“There’s a way for you to have everything and more.”

“I… I don’t…”

“If my boys and I were free, we could give you all you could ever want.”

“… I…”

“I’d hate to wait another year to see you.”

“… see… me…”

“You’re the greatest gift I could ask for.”

“…”

“Y/n! What’s going on in there!” You heard Misu scream. “Open the door!!!”

“A minute to midnight.” 

Hongjoong let go of your chin, and you noticed his hand becoming transparent. You glanced over to the boys, seeing that they were fading away. So many memories flooded your mind. You had only spent a few hours with them, but it felt like weeks for you. In such a short time you had experienced so much life, and joy, and it was all slipping away. Fading away just as they were.

“Your wish, my angel.” Hongjoong gave you a kind smile. “Please.”

“I… I…”

“You know what you really want. You know what you should truly wish for.”

“I wish…”

“Go on.” 

“I wish you and your boys were free from your curse.”

As those words left your mouth you felt the world slow down and practically come to a stop. The sounds from outside grew quiet, and it was just you and Hongjoong. You didn’t know what happened next, but it all happened so fast. Hongjoong blinked and his eyes turned red, his gentle smile turning into a sinister one, a demonic laugh escaping his lips and echoing in the room. Soon laughter from the others joined in, and you looked back to see the boys with devilish smiles, eyes completely black.

“As you wish.”

“What-”

Hongjoong pressed a finger to your head and you immediately felt dizzy, your legs giving out moments later. Yeosang caught you in his arms before you fell, gently setting you down on the floor. The laughter continued to echo in your head, a feeling of dread creeping up on you, but it couldn’t do much to help you now. As the clock struck midnight the bell rang in your head and this wave of exhaustion washed over you, pulling you under. Although before you were swallowed into the void you could hear one last thing.

“Happy Birthday!”

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Happy Joong & San Thursday =)

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Forgive me father for I have sinned. I am thinking the unholiest of thoughts and I don’t want them to stop.

I’m fucked.

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Vampire Jongho

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Gonna be trying to get the next chapter out before the end of next week. Thank you for being patient with me. I plan on doing texts when I can as well. My anons are off, but I will take small text requests, feel free to message me.

TW: lingerie pictures, dirty talk, sexual intentions, pet names, reader is female, Oppa, Daddy, baby girl, joke about San dying and killing Wooyoung. If I missed any, let me know.

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cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

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