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kisseudoll · 2 days ago

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OFF LIMITS. ──────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, your boyfriend’s tattoo artist gets a bit bold

◜ᯅ◝ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 in nakamoto yuta + slight suggestive 𝟎𝟎𝟎 && yuta touches your skin, slight cheating (if you squint)⟢ 𝖶𝖨𝖲𝖯𝖲&𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖲

𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 + 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 & 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱

“you sure your boyfriend is okay with this?”

yuta’s voice is smooth, laced with something smug as he prepares his work station. yuta was no stranger to you, you’ve met him a few times when your boyfriend would get ink done on his body.

when you finally decided to get your dream tattoo, your boyfriend knew he had to send you down to yuta’s shop. yuta was an artist at his work, all his clients loved his art.

you shifted under his gaze. “why wouldn’t he be?”

yuta smirks. “don’t know.. just figured he’d wanna be with you while you got your first tattoo.. you know, hold your hand. watch me put my hands all over his girl.” his voice drops slightly—enough to make your stomach tighten.

your breath catches, and yuta notices it. he’s watching you closely, more closely than he does when your boyfriend is here, getting inked up on his back. he can’t see what yuta is looking at—he’d only flip if he found out who yuta was looking at.

“he trusts me.” you say, but your words start to scramble when yuta steps closer, close enough where you got a glimpse of his tattoos, and a sniff of his cologne.

“does he?” yuta’s fingers hover over your skin, not even beginning to draw out your design. “thats bold of him.”

you swallow hard, pulse flickering in your throat. he shouldn’t be touching you like this, let alone looking at you like this. the worst part is, you were enjoying every second of it.

yuta motions for you to lay down. as you do, he pulls up your shirt, just a little to expose the side of your stomach. that spot, the spot only your boyfriend touches. it’s the first time anyone has seen it, the first time someone that isn’t your boyfriend is touching it.

“right here?” he asks, gently pressing his gloved finger into your delicate skin, causing you to flinch slightly. “sensitive huh?”

you’re about to respond, but yuta is already sliding closer. his fingers brush against your skin just a little longer. “i get it.” he murmurs, voice lowering. “just trust me, the pain isn’t terrible.”

your breath hitches, you weren’t worried about the pain, more worried about what your boyfriend would think of this if he saw it. his own tattoo artist, getting cozy with his hands on his own girlfriend.

you can’t respond, your voice stuck in your throat. yuta already begins outlining the design onto your skin. he keeps his touch slow, deliberate, and possessive. it was just enough to make you squirm, but not enough to make it obvious.

“relax, princess.” he mutters, his voice soft, yet dripping hints of danger. “i’ll take great care of you.”

from her 2 you ◜ᯅ◝ : in honor of 127 being in new jersey tmrw (which i’m not at SOBS) but it’s okay i’m genchana me finks

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minkilicious-personal · 17 hours ago

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This was soooo goood wtffff.....My brain can not handle this. The way y/n has so much more restraint than I could ever have. I would have def lost this whole bet T-T

↯ MAKE HER TAP OUT ↯

↯ synopsis ⇝ jaehyun, your enemy, challenges you and sees how long you can hold off being edged.

↯ warning ⇝ smut, enemies to friends with benefits, college setting, edging, overstim, squirting (all f!receiving)

you were perch against a tree in the middle of campus, a large textbook laid out in your lap. your face was a picture of stress with the way your eyebrows furrowed and your nose was slightly scrunched.

"having trouble?" an annoyingly smooth voice rang out, pulling you out of your deep state of concentration. a shadow of a tall but sculpted figure was casted a shadow on your and your books. if this wasn't going to make you go insane, he would.

rolling your eyes, you looked up at home. jeong jaehyun. the most annoying person on campus. or should i say on earth. you two went to high school together but he never really acted like this. he was actually on the shier side, only have up to 3 friends. but now that he's gotten into college, he tries to act like he's been this way forever.

yes, people can change. but you didn't really expect it to be jaehyun. you excepted him to be a nicer and kinder person but this.. this was bullshit. you should've stuck with your gut feeling and just kept yourself trapped inside of your dorm room all day.

"i'm perfectly fine," your voice was monotoned and laced with annoyance; it made him chuckle. "why do you hate me so much, baby?" you weren't gonna lie and say that him calling you that didn't make you feel some type of way. regardless, you wasted no time to give a response, "maybe because you're an asshole."

you roughly closed your text book and picked up the rest of your supplies, stuffing it all in your bag. jaehyun looked around at the other people in the park, "you don't have to be so loud, you know? it was just a question." he looked back down at you. you got up, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "yeah, well, regardless of how i say it, you're still an asshole."

"maybe i'm not an asshole. maybe you just think i am." he said, trying to match your quick pace. "why are you following me?" you said, now walking down the empty and concrete path you take to get to your dorm.

completely ignoring your question, he brought up something that made you want to snap his body in half. "or maybe you're just mad that i won that scholarship and you didn't." you stopped in your tracks. he stopped just a couple feet behind you.

you turned around, "yes, that is why i'm angry. your family is rich that you could buy my entire bloodline. and that scholarship was the only i could afford to come here! this is one of the most prestigious schools in the world and i could've had a full ride if it wasn't for you. now my family is in life long debt and if i don't become successful then i'm done for." you threw my hands up and brought them back down, softly hitting your plush thighs.

he sighed, always feeling bad about stealing that from you. "now, please leave me alone so i can become successful and save my family." you turned back around and continued walking. but you came to a halt again as you heard jaehyun speak. turning back around, you saw him walk closer. "i'll pay it off. all of it." his hands in his pockets.

you wanted to tell him off and tell him that you didn't need his sympathy money. but in reality, you did. you needed all the money you could get. "only if you can do one thing." and there's the catch. part of you knew it was too good to be true. "uh-huh." you mumbled.

he stepped forward, hovering over you. "i wanna edge you, see how long you can. and if you last longer than my timer.. then, yeah, i'll pay it off. but if you tap out before then.. bye bye money." his voice was low and cold. you could tell he meant it.

your face shifted into disgust, shaking your head. "fuck you, jeong jaehyun." you said before walking off to your dorm room. he watched you walk. walked the way your hips swayed and the way your hair slightly bounced as you did. he knew if he were in front of you, he'd get to see your round tits bounce as well.

it's been hours since that interaction with jaehyun. you sat at your desk, working on your math when you got a call. it was your mom. "hi, sweetie," her sweet voice sounded. "hi, mom." a smile beamed across your face.

you heard a heavy sigh come through the speaker of the phone. uh oh. that's not good. "is everything ok?" you asked. "well, your father and i would lie to you and say it is but, it's not. honey, you're gonna have to come home after this semester. we can't keep taking out loans from the bank. we are so sorry." your moms voice was shaky and she was hesitant to speak.

you pursed your lips in order to try and hold back some of the tears that wanted to fall. you sniffled before speaking, "it's ok. i understand. t-thank you for telling me..?" you didn't know what else to say.

after your mom hung up and you wiped your tears, you remembered what that giant pervert said. how hard could it be to last a couple minutes being edged? you sighed, can't believe you were actually about to do this.

you quickly walked out the door, going down the single suites downstairs. this is what you could've had if jaehyun hadn't have stolen this from you. "hey, hey, do you know where jeong jaehyun stays by any chance?" you asked one of the boys on the hall.

"last door to your left." he said. you quickly thanked you, almost sprinting down the hallway. as you got there, his door was decorated with blue stickers. you rolled your eyes at how childish the stickers were. you took a deep breath before knocking, trying to not think about.knowing if you thought about it, you would've ended up back in your dorm room and packing.

about 10 seconds later, the door opened to a wait haired and shirtless jaehyun. he smiled. you huffed, pushing him into his room and closing the door. "look what the cat dragged in," he smirked with a cocky laugh.

"are we gonna do this or what?" you were impatient. not to be touched by jaehyun but to just live a life where you don't have to live in debt and where it's not eating you and your family alive.

"someone's eager." he ran a hand through his hair. you crossed your arms and your head fell back. he licked his lips looking at you before grabbing his phone. "c'mere." he gestured. you walked over to him, looking at a spiny wheel on his phone. each section had a different number from .30-5 hours. you tapped the middle to spin with furrowed eyebrows.

it stopped on two and jaehyun nodded with a smile. "i'm confused, what does this mean?" you looked up at him. "2 hours. that's how long you belong to me, doll."

"2 hours? what!? and what do you mean by "belong to you"!?" you exclaimed loudly. he threw his hands up, "you work for what you deserve." you huffed before inhaling, ready to finally tell him off but before you could do that he pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder as if you were a sack, "yeah, yeah. i've heard enough of you running your mouth today. how about we hear some of those pretty moans instead." he entered his bedroom, closing the door. setting you down on the bed, and standing in front of you, you started your shit again. he was so tired of it.

"oh, you are such a pervert." you bit back at him. he quickly shut you up by pushing you backwards on his bed. a small shriek rang through jaehyun's ears after action. you sat up on your elbows. "i'm gonna take these off, okay?" his voice was softer, changing the whole mood from tense to calm. you nodded, not even hesitating. you laid back down fully, not even wanting to watch.

jaehyun slid down your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. you felt so bare, your face heating up and your eyes widening. it went silent after the clothes hit the ground. sitting up, you saw jaehyun staring at your pussy in awe. he bit his lip before looking up at you with a smirk. "you're so wet, baby." he cooed before taking two fingers and running them through your folds. you hissed, your reaction making jaehyun's dick grow harder.

"i can't believe i have finally have you to myself." finally..? your face had confusion written all over it but since jaehyun had already started the timer, you didn't wanna annoy him anymore. he would've probably been an asshole again and add more time if you did.

"ready?" he asked, teasing your tight hole with two fingers. "yes," you squeaked out. he immediately, but slowly, stuck his fingers into your leaking cunt. a stunted groan echoed in the room. he curled his fingers, while quickly pumping them in and out of you. you furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to moan but nothing came out for a second. that was until his long fingers brushed that sensitive spot in your pussy. you moaned loudly, now letting them flow out. his cold rings pressed against your clit, making you shudder but also bringing you closers as they gentle rubbed against it.

"j-jaehyun," you cried out. the sound of your wet pussy being finger fucked echoed throughout the room. "fuck!" you shrieked as you felt yourself about to cum. he saw the way your legs started to close are his arm and how your pussy did the same around his fingers.

he couldn't have that. he wouldn't. he quickly pulled them out before you could cum. a small whine left your lips. you tried to rely on rubbing your thighs together to get off. "good girl. good job letting me know how your gorgeous body works." he stroked the inside your thigh, trying to calm you down a bit before he got back at it. maybe he's not much of an asshole as you though.. still sj assume though.

you didn't hear when he dropped to his knees. all you could focus on the small twitches of your walls and you involuntarily clench around nothing. that was until you noticed warm air blowing on your pussy. before you could even lift your head an inch, a long stripe was licked up your pussy. jaehyun's tongue was flat. his hands gripped your thighs to stop you from moving your legs.

"ah, shit." you whimpered. you pulled up your shirt, and started to softly pinch your nipples. you were doing even more damage to yourself but you couldn't help it. you moaned as receiving pleasure from two different parts of your body. sure, you've played with your pussy and nipples at the same time but having someone eat you like this while you pinch your sensitive buds made it feel so much better.

you hand reached down to grab his hair. he was slurping up your juices so loud, like he was trying to quench his thirst. he shook his head into you cunt softly. you couldn't stop the lewd noises that came from your pussy and your mouth.

jaehyun was so into it. he couldn't care less if you came right now or not. he wanted to taste your cum so bad. but he knew to not let you go this easily. he wanted to work you up and break you back down over and over and over again until your body was shaking underneath him. until your body was like jello. he wanted to see you shattered. he wanted to make you tap out just to get him to stop.

he groaned into your pussy at how good you taste, "holy, fuck." he pulled away from your puffy pussy to mutter. your pussy was so wet and sticky since was covered in your juices and his spit. all thanks to him.

he drove right back in, not wanting to pull away from it again. his tongue fucked into you so deeply and when he softly nibbled or sucked on your clit, it drove you up the wall. "ah, fuck. jaehyun.." yoh legs started to close again making him pull back. you let out a groan, your high slowly faded away again.

that's how it was for next hour and a half. he would do anything and everything to push you close to the edge and pull you right back. he fingers you multiple times, sucked your tits and even used a vibrator he bought an hour before you even showed up, just knowing you were coming.

you body was shaking as jaehyun was back at eating you out. your body shook with every slurp, feeling his now warm rings at the rim of your hole. "jaehyun.. i cant do it anymore. it's too much for me," he staggered out. tears were flowing out of your eyes from some many rejects.

"come on, baby. i know you can do it." he tried to encourage you but it wasn't enough. your legs were too weak to tighten around his head. your hand left his hair to hold on to the covers that were soaked at the end from all your juices. but they're about to be soaked even more.

your core started to tighten but in a different way. it felt like you were gonna piss on yourself. "jaehyun.." you squeaked out which he hummed to. "jaehyun!" that's when hit the bed three times, tapping out. it was kinda of too late since the moment you tapped out, you squirted. it covered the bottoms of your thighs, the bed, and on jaehyun's chest and the bottom of his face and neck. you could hear the faint sound of your arousal dripping on the floor.

jaehyun licked his lips before smiling. embarrassment flooded your body as you thought you just pissed on him. "you just fucking squirted." he sounded amazed. which he was. he'd never made a girl squirt before. and him doing this, this was like an accomplishment. he chuckled a bit.

when you found out you just squirted, you felt relieved. but suddenly, you felt dread. you basically came before the timer. you wanted to sit up and say something but your body wouldn't allow you. jaehyun stood up and looked at your body. "oh, you look so beautiful, baby." he rubbed your thigh.

"look at this mess you made." he said gesturing towards his body. his abs were covered in your juices. you held back the whimper in your throat. even though your body felt like you couldn't even look around just using your eyes, you wanted to fuck jaehyun. you don't care if you have to tap out in the first second.. you wanted to feel him inside of you.

"fuck me." you whispered quietly. jaehyun didn't let you see the shock that went through his body. he thought you'd had enough and to be honest, he was going to let you rest for the rest of the week. knowing damn well you need it.

jaehyun's shorts weren't on for much longer. his cock was now stuffed deep inside of your swollen and abused cunt. you let out a strangled moan as his hips rubbed against your pussy clit. your hands wrapped around his neck. he moved quite slow at first until you asked him to go faster. he waited for you to say that. his hips snaps forward, his abs contracting with each thrust.

by the end of the night, or early morning, you were burned out. completely. jaehyun had to help you bathe and get back into your clothes. he laid you on the couch while he changed the soaking bedsheets. he brought you back into bed, laying next to you.

"don't worry. i was going to pay it regardless. and i know i'm a big pervert. but i'm a big pervert with a crush on you." he whispered as you had finally fell asleep, playing with your hair.

divider credits: @adornedwithlight

#nct jaehyun #nct 127 jaehyun #nct 127 #nct x reader #jeong jaehyun #smut #enemies to friends trope #nct smut #nct 127 smut

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likeabtrfly · 3 days ago

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yuta & johnny at the neocity the momentum tour duluth soundcheck

#nakamoto yuta #johnny suh #nct 127 #nct

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zeroseuniverse · 3 days ago

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Not The Time!

Word Count: 1.2K Summary: "Haechan, do something!" you yelped, whipping around to find him standing—smirking—amidst the chaos. T Pairing: Haechan X Reader

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The fire alarm screamed.

Your heart pounded as you fanned at the billowing smoke with a dish towel, coughing as the acrid scent of burnt sugar filled your lungs. Somewhere behind you, the oven let out an angry pop, and your mind immediately spiraled to worst-case scenarios—this is it, this is how I die, they're going to find my body covered in flour and regret.

"Haechan, do something!" you yelped, whipping around to find him standing—smirking—amidst the chaos. The kitchen was a war zone: flour streaked across the counters, batter dripped from the cabinets, and something unidentifiable oozed from the remains of what used to be a baking tray.

Haechan, completely unfazed, leaned against the counter like this was just another Tuesday. "Okay, but hear me out," he said, his voice annoyingly casual. "Have you considered marriage? Specifically, to me?"

Your brain short-circuited.

"We're in the middle of a FIRE!" you shrieked, scrambling to grab the nearest fire extinguisher. Your hands fumbled uselessly with the safety pin as panic surged through you. "Oh my god, oh my god, we're going to die, and your last words are a proposal?!"

Haechan tilted his head, expression entirely too pleased for someone actively inhaling what was probably toxic smoke. "That wasn't a no," he pointed out.

"Haechan!"

"Y/N." He grinned, like you weren’t about three seconds from throwing the fire extinguisher at his head.

You turned back to the stove, finally managing to yank the pin free, and aimed the nozzle with trembling hands. A thick burst of white foam shot out, smothering the flames with a whoosh. Silence followed, save for the lingering beeps of the fire alarm and your own heavy breathing.

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at the now-extinguished disaster zone.

Then, very slowly, you turned back to Haechan. "What. Is. Wrong. With. You."

His eyes sparkled. "You still haven’t said no."

"You—!" Words failed you. You smacked his arm with the extinguisher. "What kind of lunatic proposes during a literal fire?!"

Haechan just grinned, rubbing his arm as if you'd actually hurt him. "I mean, if we can survive this, we can survive marriage, right?"

You wanted to strangle him. You also wanted to laugh. Instead, you groaned, shoving a hand through your soot-dusted hair. "If I agree to marry you, will you at least help me clean this mess?"

Haechan lit up like you'd just handed him the moon. "So that’s a yes?"

"It's a maybe if you actually help."

And for the first time that night, Haechan scrambled to grab a sponge like his life depended on it.

Maybe, just maybe, he had a point.

The kitchen still smelled like burnt sugar, and you could feel the lingering smoke in your lungs as you wiped down the counters. The fire extinguisher lay discarded in the corner, its foam residue still white against the blackened floor. You were halfway through scrubbing a stubborn spot on the counter when Haechan, with a sponge in hand and a glint of amusement in his eyes, dropped to his knees beside you.

"What are you doing?" you snapped, not bothering to hide the exasperation in your voice.

"I'm helping," Haechan chirped, dipping the sponge into a bucket of soapy water with far too much enthusiasm for someone who'd nearly burned down your kitchen. He smiled up at you, entirely unbothered by the mess and the still-echoing beep of the fire alarm. "You’re welcome, by the way."

You glared at him, your frustration mixing with a strange sense of relief that at least the fire was out. "If you weren't so busy making dumb jokes, we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with."

"Me?" He gasped dramatically. "You’re blaming me?"

"Yes!" you yelled. "You’re the one who decided to bake with me, and now I’m choking on smoke and scrubbing what’s left of our dinner!"

Haechan’s eyes softened for a split second, his playful demeanor dimming for just long enough to show you that he wasn’t as flippant as he liked to seem. He reached over, taking the sponge from your hand and gently pushing you back. "Hey, hey, it's fine. You don’t have to do all the work."

His hands started scrubbing the counter with slow, deliberate motions, the tension between you both thickening in the silence. You watched him for a moment, noticing the way his shoulders relaxed as he focused on cleaning. It was an odd contrast—his usual hyperactive, teasing self juxtaposed with this quiet sincerity.

You sighed, your anger slowly deflating as you leaned back against the kitchen island. “Fine. But I’m still holding you accountable for this.”

Haechan flashed you a playful grin. “You’re not holding anything over my head if we’re married, remember?”

You froze, your eyes snapping back to him. “Wait, are you seriously still bringing that up?”

“Well,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if we’re being honest, I’m actually kind of relieved.”

“Relieved?” You were still trying to process the absurdity of this entire situation, the fire, the proposal, the absolute insanity of it all.

“Yeah, relieved that you didn’t just leave me in the middle of that,” he admitted, pausing in his scrubbing to look at you seriously. “I mean, you were about two seconds away from yelling at me to get out, and honestly, I thought I might end up sleeping on the couch for the next month.”

You blinked at him. "Are you... worried about that?"

"Well," he grinned again, "you didn’t say no. So there’s hope for me yet."

A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it. The absurdity of the situation was wearing off, replaced by a strange warmth that you couldn’t explain. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” he shot back, as confident as ever.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t disagree. “I swear, I’m going to be scarred from the trauma of this fire for the rest of my life, and you’re just here, making jokes about marriage.”

“I know,” he said, finally standing up and tossing the sponge back in the bucket. “But honestly? I’m just glad you didn’t go full apocalypse mode on me.”

You stepped toward him, narrowing your eyes in playful annoyance. “What exactly does that mean?”

Haechan held his hands up in surrender, stepping back with a teasing smirk. “Nothing. Just that you have way more of a dramatic flair than I thought.”

"You're lucky you’re cute," you muttered, crossing your arms. "Otherwise, I would’ve kicked you out for real."

The silence between you two stretched, but this time it wasn’t awkward. In fact, it was strangely comfortable. And before you could stop yourself, you found yourself speaking without thinking.

“I’m not saying no, you know.”

Haechan’s eyes lit up instantly, and his grin returned. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that. Are you saying yes?”

“I’m saying…” You hesitated for a moment, watching his excitement bubble to the surface. “I’m saying maybe, but you owe me a lot more than just cleaning up the kitchen.”

"Deal." He extended his hand to you in a mock-serious gesture. "You just say the word, and I’ll marry you in front of the next fire. I’ll even keep the fire extinguisher on hand.”

“God, you’re impossible,” you said, taking his hand despite your better judgment. "But fine. Maybe we’ll make it work."

And just like that, you were back to where you started, but somehow... this felt better. The chaos of the night, the panic, the mess, and even the ridiculous proposal—it all seemed to fit perfectly into the weird little world you’d somehow built together.

Maybe this fire wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened after all.

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xofungi · 1 day ago

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　　･　　ﾟ･　𖹭　｡ﾟ･　　・𖹭　　ﾟ　・ 𖹭

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snowball-doie · 2 days ago

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not done yet, but interact if you'd like to be tagged! you must be 18+ and have your age listed in your bio/pinned post!

#op #delete later #johnny #johnny suh #johnny suh fanfic #johnny suh smut #nct #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct 127 #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut

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jenosonlywife23 · 5 hours ago

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Under the Influence (of You)

an; I miss jaehyun so much, and i remembered when youngji invited him to not much prepared. This drabble is inspired by that episode.

You had done the impossible before—held in laughter during live broadcasts, kept a straight face when a friend was clowning you in a group chat mid-interview, even successfully lied to your mom about where you were at 2 a.m. in high school. But this? This was an entirely different level of deception.

Jaehyun, your boyfriend of three years, fresh out of the military and glowing like he hadn’t just spent nearly two years in barracks, had an album out. The fans wanted him everywhere, and your show? They wanted him there the most. Comments flooded every post, every episode. Jaehyun on the show when??? He’s been on everything but this, what’s going on?! If you don’t invite him, I swear—

The problem? Nobody knew you were dating him. Not the fans, not the staff, not even your closest coworkers. Inviting Jaehyun to your show, a show infamous for getting idols tipsy and making them spill their deepest secrets, was like walking straight into a burning building with a bottle of soju in each hand.

So you did what any sane person would do. You stalled. "He’s busy with promo! He has schedules! Let’s give him time to adjust!" But the pressure didn’t let up, and when your producer started hinting at how great the ratings would be, you knew you were doomed.

"Just do it," Jaehyun had said when you finally caved and called him. "It’ll be fine. We’re professionals."

Professionals.

You nearly laughed in his face.

Instead, you called in reinforcements.

"So you’re finally breaking," Karina mused over the phone, amused. "You held out longer than I thought."

"I need strategies," you groaned, pacing your apartment. "What do I do? How do I not make it obvious? We have couple mannerisms, Karina. Mannerisms."

"First of all, don’t call them ‘couple mannerisms,’ that’s weird," she snorted. "Second, don’t look at him like he hung the stars in the sky."

"That’s just my face."

"Fix it."

Your next call was to Mark, because if anyone had experience being in a constant state of panic, it was him.

"Bro, if you slip up on that show, it’s over," he said seriously. "Like, game over. The fans will clip it, dissect it, and within ten minutes, they’ll have a thread with timestamps proving you’re soulmates."

"You’re so helpful, Mark."

"I mean, I could help you make a fake scandal to cover it up. Maybe you and Johnny should have an inside joke or something to throw them off?"

"You want me to make a fake ship to distract from my real relationship?"

"I’m just saying, it worked for me once."

You hung up on him.

In the end, after way too much deliberation, you agreed to invite Jaehyun on the show. The plan was simple—treat him like any other guest. No lingering touches, no secret glances, no laughing at jokes that weren’t actually funny just because he was the one saying them. It sounded easy enough.

But when the day arrived, and he walked onto the set with that lazy smirk, eyes locked on you like he knew exactly what he was doing, you realized something very, very important.

You were so screwed.

—

The cameras were rolling. The staff was excited. The fans were waiting.

And Jaehyun was already making your life difficult.

"Wow," he said as he sat down across from you, stretching like he had all the time in the world. "I finally made it."

"Oh, don’t act like I’ve been keeping you away," you shot back, keeping your tone playful. "You’ve been busy. And I—" you lifted the soju bottle pointedly "—value my job."

Laughter erupted from the staff. Good. Keep it light. Keep it normal.

Jaehyun chuckled, reaching for the glass you poured for him. "I feel like I should be nervous."

You smirked. "You should be."

The first few drinks went smoothly. You asked about his album, his time in the military, his adjustment back into idol life. He answered smoothly, charming as ever, throwing in a few anecdotes that had everyone in stitches. You were doing fine. Everything was under control.

Until the alcohol started kicking in.

Jaehyun’s gaze lingered a little too long when you refilled his glass. Your fingers brushed when you handed it to him. And then—

"You know," he mused, leaning back, "I thought you’d be meaner to me."

Your brain short-circuited. "Excuse me?"

"Like, I don’t know." He swirled his drink, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You usually like to bully your guests. I was expecting some tough love."

Oh, he was playing dangerous games. "Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all," he said smoothly. "It’s nice."

Too nice. Too obvious.

You kicked him under the table. His smirk widened.

Johnny, who had been invited as a surprise guest, arrived just in time to witness the moment and immediately looked into the camera like he was on The Office.

The fans were going to have a field day.

—

Things only got worse from there.

"So, Jaehyun," you said, steering the conversation back to neutral ground. "You had quite the career before enlisting. Was there anything you missed the most while you were away?"

Jaehyun hummed, tapping his fingers against his glass. "A few things, yeah."

"Care to share?"

He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on yours. "I think I already have."

Your breath caught. No. No, no, no.

Johnny, the traitor, took a sip of his drink and muttered, "Wow, this is getting good."

You shot him a warning look before turning back to Jaehyun with a tight smile. "How about food? Was there a particular meal you missed?"

Jaehyun chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "There was this one dish I really missed. Someone used to make it for me all the time."

Oh, you were going to kill him.

The staff cooed. The fans were going to tear apart every single frame of this episode.

Desperate, you downed a shot and forced a laugh. "That’s sweet. Hopefully, you get to eat it again soon."

Jaehyun’s grin widened. "I think I will."

Johnny let out a full-bodied laugh and gave the camera another knowing look.

You were done for.

—

As soon as the shoot wrapped, you grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist and dragged him into your dressing room, shutting the door behind you.

"Are you insane?" you hissed, crossing your arms. "Do you want us to get caught?"

Jaehyun just grinned. "What, you didn’t like my answers?"

You groaned, throwing your head back. "You were this close to confessing on national television."

He stepped closer, hands gently resting on your waist. "But I didn’t."

You wanted to stay mad, but the warmth of his hands and the teasing glint in his eyes made it impossible. You sighed. "You’re impossible."

"And if you pull something like that again, you can forget about me cooking for you ever again." you muttered.

Jaehyun gasped dramatically. "You wouldn’t."

"Try me."

His pout was immediate. "You’re cruel."

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