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65 & 66 with Jongup🙈💕 thank you

Sooo, after what seems like ages it’s finally done! Sorry for making you wait so long, I was busy with research papers and composition!! >.

- Mel 💕

65. “I don’t want to pretend like we’re not a thing.”

66. “Can you please love me right now? Because I seem to have troubles doing so myself.”

The photoshoot looked simply amazing. Everything about it felt like it was too good to be true - the vibe of it, the backgrounds, the props, the camerawork and all, but more than all of that - the members, and their astonishingly beautiful costumes and makeup. Though looking at the six, you figured one seemed to be a little off today, his feelings staying hidden from everyone who didn’t know him well enough to tell something was wrong behind a layer of what they supposed was awkwardness, since he was known to be like that at times.

Whatever was going inside of Jongup’s head, he sure seemed bothered by it.

Somehow, you did not even notice how the director called it a break, and next thing you knew, a pair of distressed, chocolaty eyes was staring back at you from under the frizzy, dark brown bangs that partly covered the pleading stare they offered.

“Can you please love me right now?”

“W-what?” your eyes widened as you looked at his shy and defensive posture he had gotten into upon voicing such a straight-up request, “Why?”

“Because I seem to have troubles doing so myself,” he threw his hand back to nervously scratch the back of his neck, and all you did in response was glance around for a while.

“I’d gladly do it, but, you know..” you trailed off, seeing stares that weren’t exactly directed at you two, yet were scanning the room, and could land on you at every given moment, busting something that was meant to be kept a secret for reasons the company voiced long ago, having told you to make whatever it was that you two shared so secret that no one would know besides you.

“People could be watching.”

He looked back at you, and sighed lightly in response and seemingly agreement as well, turning on his heels already to walk off somewhere else.

“Forget it. You’re right, I guess-”

“Jongup-ah,” you hand snatched around his wrist subtly, just enough to make him stop and look back at you before you pulled it away quickly, “I didn’t say we can’t go out somewhere else where there’ll be tons of privacy instead tons of people, you know?”

With a quick nod, his hands made their way into his jeans pockets and he quite non-suspiciously walked beside you and out of the room, out of everyone’s field of sight, hopefully.

The dressing room wasn’t an all that safe place, as any of the stylists, makeup artists or the other members could walk in at every given moment, yet somehow you ended up there, as he recalled there being another door in that room that lead to a smaller storage room. That door having a lock on it, which he knew about since a few hours ago Youngjae was about to kill Daehyun for snatching his chicken, and the elder had locked himself in there for a minute or two in self-defense.

Making your way into the tiny space packed with clothes, props and what not else, you managed to do only as much as flick the light on before he had already locked the door, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, his head landing on top of your shoulder as your fingers ran up and down his back in calming motions.

“Mkay, boo,” he mildly smiled at the language you used, feeling a little unusually weird by how just your embrace and scent alone could set a certain feeling of ease into him, “What’s the matter?”

“I’d tell you if I knew,” he chuckled quietly, “I’m somehow not feeling myself at all today. Especially not in this outfit.”

“Well, that’s bad, but good thing that at least I think you’re gorgeous, right?” you smiled, letting your hands slowly trail to reach for his and letting them drop down to your sides, your fingers locked with his in a sweet, caring manner.

“There’s something else too.”

You hummed in question, feeling his head lifting up from your shoulder as he looked back at you, his eyes full of guilt and his plump lips slightly agape as he voiced his next concern.

“I don’t want to pretend like we’re not a thing.”

“Silly, you don’t have to pretend while it’s just the two of us,” you chuckled, feeling as he did the same and whispered a few denying sentences, stating that’s not what he meant, “I’m all yours while no one sees~~”

“I’m being all serious and you’re just all bad jokes again, how great,” he rolled his eyes playfully, to which you leaned in, pecking his lips once before smiling against them, “And that ain’t enough anymore by the way. I want you to be mine at all times, not just “when no one sees”, as that practically means the same as “once in every 367 years” in our current lives-”

You heard the dressing room door opening, two voices filling the room as your hand quickly freed itself from Jongup’s loving grip and you clasped it around his mouth so he’d stay silent, hitting it against a wardrobe in the process of moving it too fast and without proper coordination, making you wince a little at the pain and the way a few objects from the upper shelves moved from the impact, threatening to fall yet luckily not quite doing so. It took you a moment, but you recognized those voices to be Youngjae and Daehyun, and locked eyes with Jongup as you listened to what they were talking about.

“Are they really fighting about fried chicken now?” you questioned quietly after having spied on their conversation for a while, giggling inaudibly together with Jongup not to give yourselves away.

“Imagine if they’d find us here now,” he suddenly blurted out, his arms wrapping around you once again, “That would be.. Interesting.”

“Weren’t you tired of pretending?” you rose a brow at him in question, seeing as he cheekily grinned back, “Let’s jumpscare them or something and just leave them speechless so they won’t be able to say a thing when they see us-”

Next thing you knew, something crashed right on top of you, seemingly falling off from the top shelf of the nearby wardrobe as an aftermath of your previous accidental hit against it, making you shriek out in surprise lightly.

“What was that!?”

Through the two distressed voices from the nearby room, you heard Jongup’s audible laughter, and saw him clutching onto his stomach as he tried to calm down, yet couldn’t, as from all of the things that had crashed down, a pink wig had landed right on top of your head perfectly, and somehow, that amused him as he wasn’t even sure why something as hilariously hideous as that wig was even stored away in this room as a prop. Though he didn’t mind, as it was of use now that it made him laugh so much.

“Jongup-ah, is that you!?”

“No, I heard a girl! I swear, I heard a girl!?”

“Well done, dork,” you scolded him, angrily pulling the wig off of your head and throwing it somewhere nearby, “Now you’ll have to somehow explain why we’re locked in here together-”

“Didn’t you want to jumpscare them just a second ago? Call this mission successful.”

And the next ten minutes, you spent blushing hard and suppressing laughter as Daehyun and Youngjae had imagined you two doing something else in that room, and giggled at Jongup trying to defend himself, desperately telling them he just wanted hugs and getting nothing but disbelief in return as “that did not sound like “just hugs” at all”.

And as after all the agonizing teasing and his hyungs leaving the room when it was time to go back and shoot more photos, he walked back on set, ears and cheeks tinted a light red at the continuous teasing from all his hyungs and even Junhong now. And all he did was look back at you, chucking, as if saying that well.. Secrets aren’t meant to last forever anyways, right? And at least he felt too lowkey embarrassed to think about the previous feeling of being uncomfortable in his own skin now, which helped tons… Kind of.

And honestly, he did not mind the teasing, as long as he wouldn’t have to hide into cramped spaces anymore to get some hugs, and, as he continues swearing constantly still now as his hyungs won’t let him live it down, nothing other than hugs.

Currently, there’s 15+ drabble requests in my inbox, and I believe a few more will come my way, so it’s going to take me a while to finish them all. Until then, thank you for all who requested (since I didn’t think I’d get as many asks as I did) and I would love to finish the requests that I have now before getting new ones. ❤