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sweetmisery · 2 months ago
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bet on love | pt.1
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summary: a risky bet between Jiung and Intak threatens to damage both their friendship and their relationship with their stylist
pairing: jiung x intak x female!reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: conflict, jealousy, mention of injury
word count: 6.4k
a/n: hi!! omg it's been a while since i've been on tumblr but i've recently got back into writing stories and i'm really excited to share some of my fics with you. i'm also open for any request, just go to my profile and send me a message ♡
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part 2
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It was another busy morning in the dressing room, with the distant hum of fans gathering outside and the buzz of production teams setting up equipment. The air smelled of hairspray and powder, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from the table in the corner.
You pulled your kit closer, glancing at the schedule taped to the mirror in front of you. Today was going to be hectic - a photoshoot followed by a fan meet-and-greet. Your main focus, as always, was Intak and Jiung. They'd been with you from the beginning, and you'd gotten used to their personalities. But lately, something had shifted.
Suddenly you heard a familiar voice behind you. "Morning, y/n!" Intak strode in, flashing his usual bright smile. He always came in with a burst of energy, like a firework.
"Hey, Intak!" you replied, rummaging through your makeup kit. "You ready for today?"
"Of course," he said, dropping into the styling chair. He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes gleaming. "You’re gonna make me look amazing, right?"
Before you could respond, Jiung strolled in, carrying his own aura of quiet coolness. He gave a small wave. "Morning, y/n."
"Morning, Jiung," you said, returning his nod as he sat down in the chair next to Intak.
Immediately, the tension was palpable. Intak’s lighthearted teasing and Jiung’s calm, collected demeanor never seemed to match. And when it came to who got styled first, they had turned it into an ongoing contest. You didn’t know what it was about, but it was always the same.
"So, who's up first?" Intak asked, leaning forward in his chair with a grin that looked a little too competitive.
Jiung crossed his arms, glancing briefly at Intak before looking at you. "I was here second, but I think I should go first today."
You sighed inwardly. Here we go again.
"Seriously, Jiung?" Intak scoffed. "You've gone first every other time this week."
"No, I haven’t."
"Yeah, you have!"
You tried to focus on your work, pulling out your comb and hair products, but their bickering was like background noise you couldn’t tune out. Lately, it had been getting worse, and it was starting to affect your flow. You could handle the occasional quip, but this was on a whole other level.
"Guys, I have both of you to get through," you said, trying to sound diplomatic. "Let's just keep it easy today, okay? There’s enough time for everyone."
But Intak shot Jiung a sideways look. "He’s just mad because he knows I’m your favorite."
Jiung scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "That's just in your head."
You blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, what?”
Intak shrugged, smirking. “I’m just saying, I think you like working with me better. Don’t you, y/n?”
Your mouth opened to respond, but the way Jiung’s eyes flickered with annoyance stopped you. Was this more than just their usual banter? You had no idea where this was coming from, but the heat between them was starting to get… weird.
"You’re being childish," Jiung muttered, shaking his head as if he were over it, though his voice had a sharp edge to it.
"Am I?" Intak shot back, still grinning but with a challenge in his tone.
Inhaling deeply, your fingers gripping the hairspray can tighter than necessary. "Look," you said, keeping your voice calm, "let's just get through today. No favorites, no competition. I’ll style Intak first, and Jiung, you're next. Okay?"
You expected them to relax, but instead, you noticed Jiung’s jaw tense as he gave a quiet nod, while Intak looked smug, folding his arms as if he’d won some unseen battle.
Somehow you couldn’t help but feel the weight of their rivalry pressing down on you as you started working on Intak’s hair. What was going on between them? It was like you had become the invisible referee in a game you didn’t understand.
As you ran your fingers through Intak’s hair, his eyes flickered to yours, a little too intense. “Thanks, y/n,” he said softly, his smile lingering longer than usual.
“Sure,” you muttered, focusing on your work, your mind swirling with thoughts. Something was definitely up, but you couldn’t place what.
And then, just as you finished Intak’s hair and was moving to Jiung, you overheard them again - this time in a lower, more serious tone.
"Bet you she likes me better," Intak whispered.
"You wish," Jiung replied, his voice equally quiet, but just as sharp.
You glanced between the two of them, trying to piece it together. They were acting more competitive than ever. But why?
Eventually, you would have to figure it out, but for now, you had a job to do. Even if these boys were driving you up the wall.
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The day unfolded with rehearsals stretching long into the afternoon. You were busy touching up the boys' hair and makeup between their practice runs. P1Harmony was set to perform in front of a live audience for a special event tonight, and tension hung in the air, heavier than usual.
Standing offstage, you took a moment to yourself. You watched as the group ran through their set, each of them moving in sync, their energy electric. But your focus kept shifting between Intak and Jiung, their dynamic different from the others. Their performances were as sharp as always, but during breaks, they exchanged glances that felt like daggers, and you couldn’t help but notice how much their rivalry had intensified since the morning.
Suddenly, Keeho appeared by your side. The group leader had an innate sense of what was going on, always keeping an eye on his members, and apparently, on you as well.
"Busy day?" he asked casually, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
You nodded, exhaling. "You could say that. How’s the rehearsal looking?"
Keeho glanced over at the stage, his sharp eyes catching every detail. "Looking good, but…" he hesitated, and then with a small smirk, added, "those two, huh?"
Your heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
He chuckled as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Come on, y/n. You really haven’t noticed? Intak and Jiung. They’ve been practically at each other’s throats for weeks. You’re in the middle of it."
You blinked, your breath catching. "W-what?"
Keeho raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. "You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they look at you? They’ve got it bad."
For a moment, you just stared at him, your mind racing. You had always thought their banter and bickering were just part of their personalities clashing, but this - this was something else. "Wait, are you saying-"
"They both like you," Keeho cut in smoothly, his voice casual but filled with amusement. "And they've made it a competition."
You felt your face grow warm, your pulse quickening. "That’s ridiculous," you muttered, but your mind started connecting the dots - the way they fought over who went first, Intak’s teasing comments, Jiung’s more intense glares. Could it really be true?
Keeho shrugged, his eyes glinting mischievously. "If you say so. But trust me, they’re not as subtle as they think."
Before you could respond, Intak’s voice rang out from the stage, breaking the moment.
"Yo, y/n!" he called, waving at you as the group took a break. "Come over here, we need you!"
Keeho chuckled under his breath. "See what I mean?" he said, giving you a knowing look before heading back toward the other members.
Still processing Keeho’s words, you walked toward the stage where the boys were sitting in a circle, catching their breaths. As you approached, Jiung glanced up at you, his expression unreadable, while Intak flashed his usual teasing smile.
"Can you fix my hair?" Intak asked, running a hand through the strands, slightly tousled from the intense choreography. "Gotta stay fresh for the fans."
You nodded, reaching for the comb, but as you moved to stand behind him, Jiung interrupted.
"Actually, y/n," Jiung began, his voice smooth and quiet, "I think my mic might be off. Can you check it?" His gaze held yours for a moment, longer than necessary, and there was something soft, almost vulnerable in his expression.
Your heart skipped again, caught between them. "Uh, sure," you said, feeling suddenly flustered.
Intak shot Jiung a playful glare. "Come on, man, your mic’s fine. She’s busy."
"Just because you got your hair done first doesn’t mean you get to hog her all day," Jiung countered, his voice calm but with an edge.
There was a strange pressure building, their unspoken competition becoming increasingly obvious now that Keeho’s words were rattling in your mind. You crouched down to check Jiung’s mic pack, though you knew it was fine.
Just as you were about to finish, the music director called out for a soundcheck. "Jiung, you’re up! Let’s hear that angelic voice of yours!"
Jiung stood, walking toward his mark, his gaze lingering on you before he picked up his mic. His voice filled the room, soft and ethereal, as the first few lines of the ballad rang out. Every time he sang, you were reminded why you loved working with him. His voice had this pure, calming quality like it could lift the weight of any bad day.
But as soon as Jiung’s part ended, Intak grabbed his mic, his eyes flashing with that competitive spark. His voice cut through the air with bold confidence, his rap fast, playful, and teasing - just like him. It was fresh, a burst of energy that was impossible to ignore. You couldn’t help but smile, your body moving slightly to the rhythm of his verses.
The contrast between their performances was striking, and it reminded you why you admired them both so much. Jiung’s soft, angelic tone that soothed the room, and Intak’s lively, teasing flow that brought it to life.
Suddenly, the music director called for a full group run, and as the boys took their positions, the tension between Intak and Jiung seemed to hang in the air, heavier than before.
And then it happened.
Just as they began the choreography, Jiung misstepped, his foot slipping. It happened in an instant - he stumbled forward, and Intak, too close to avoid him, tried to brace the fall. But instead of catching him, both of them went down in a tangle of limbs.
The room froze. You gasped, rushing toward the stage as Keeho shouted, “Stop! Everyone stop!”
As you reached them, you saw Intak sitting up, rubbing his head, while Jiung groaned, clutching his ankle. The rest of the members gathered around, concern etched on their faces.
"Jiung, you okay?" Keeho asked, already calling for the staff.
You knelt beside Jiung, your heart pounding as you saw the pain in his eyes. "Jiung, let me see."
He winced but nodded, letting you examine his ankle. It was swelling fast.
“Intak,” Keeho said, his voice suddenly serious, “you okay?”
Intak nodded, still catching his breath. "Yeah… yeah, I’m fine." But his usual grin was gone, and his eyes were fixed on Jiung, concern flickering across his face.
Your mind raced as the situation sunk in. This was bad. Really bad.
And yet, you couldn’t shake the thought: Was this accident just that - a coincidence? Or had this competition between them gone too far? The rehearsal room buzzed with tension as staff members rushed to help Jiung. He winced as they carefully lifted him to a nearby chair, his ankle already swelling beneath the ice pack someone had quickly provided. Intak stood to the side, unusually silent, his eyes locked on Jiung as if replaying the moment over and over in his head.
You hovered nearby, torn between concern for Jiung and the strange guilt that seemed to radiate from Intak. You could feel the heat of their unresolved tension burning between them, but now it was no longer just verbal jabs and playful rivalry - something had broken.
Keeho stepped in, taking control of the situation with the calm authority that always marked him as the leader. "Jiung, you’re sitting out for now," he said firmly, addressing the group. "We’ll finish the run-through without him and see how bad the ankle is afterward."
Jiung clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated. "I’m fine," he muttered, though the pain in his voice was undeniable.
"Take it easy," you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You don’t want to make it worse."
He glanced up at you, the tension in his face softening for a moment. "I know," he whispered, but his gaze flicked briefly to Intak, and something unspoken passed between them - something that made your chest tighten.
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The rehearsal resumed, but it felt different now, heavier. The usual energy that sparked between the members was muted, like a fire that had been doused. You watched Intak as he rapped through his verses, his usual swagger subdued. His glances kept drifting toward Jiung, who sat quietly at the side, lost in thought.
The room felt charged, like a storm waiting to break.
When the session finally ended, the rest of the group slowly trickled out, leaving just you, Intak, and Jiung in the quiet backstage space. You busied yourself packing up your equipment, trying to keep your mind off Keeho’s earlier comment. They both like you. The words kept circling in your head, making every glance and interaction between the two of them feel magnified, more intense.
"Hey," Intak's voice broke through your thoughts, startling you. He was standing closer than you expected, his hands in his pockets, eyes flickering between you and Jiung. "About earlier…"
You looked at him, your heart quickening. "It was an accident, right?"
Intak hesitated for just a second too long. "Yeah," he finally said, but his voice lacked the usual confidence you were used to. "Of course."
Your stomach twisted. You glanced over at Jiung, who had been quiet for the past few minutes, still sitting on the chair with his ankle propped up. His expression was unreadable, but the tension between him and Intak felt thick enough to cut.
Just as the silence threatened to stretch unbearably, Jiung tried to stand, wincing slightly as he put weight on his injured foot. "Y/n," he said, his voice softer now. "Could you help me out to the car?"
You blinked, torn between them. "Uh, yeah, of course."
Intak’s jaw clenched, though he didn’t say anything. You took a deep breath, walking over to Jiung’s side. His ankle was propped up with an ice pack, and he looked annoyed more than anything, as if the pain in his foot was secondary to something deeper.
"You really should get that checked out," you said softly, your eyes scanning the swelling with concern.
Jiung nodded, his jaw clenched. "Yeah," he muttered, clearly frustrated. Then, with a quick glance toward Intak, he added, “This wasn’t just an accident, you know.”
Your heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
Intak straightened, his expression suddenly defensive. "Jiung, come on. Don’t make this into something it’s not."
But Jiung wasn’t having it. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with something heavy - something raw. "He wasn’t paying attention. And I got hurt because of it."
Your stomach dropped. You had seen their competitive streaks before, but this - this felt like it had crossed a line. "Intak," you said slowly, turning to face him, your voice sharp with confusion. "What happened?"
Intak’s hands shot up, as if to defend himself. "It wasn’t like that, y/n. I didn’t mean to knock him over. It just… happened."
Jiung scoffed, leaning back in his chair with a wince. "Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve been more careful."
Your pulse quickened, your eyes narrowing at Intak. The playful teasing from earlier now felt dangerously close to something reckless. "You hurt him," you said, your voice lower. "You weren’t thinking, and now Jiung’s paying for it."
Intak’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by your sudden shift in tone. "Y/n, it wasn’t on purpose! You know me better than that."
"Do I?" you snapped back, surprising even yourself with the sharpness in your voice. You looked back at Jiung, whose frustration was now written across his face. "I don’t care if it was an accident or not. What matters is that Jiung is hurt, and it could’ve been avoided."
Intak flinched, like he had been struck, his usual carefree attitude nowhere to be seen. He opened his mouth to argue, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the way you were looking at him - disappointed, angry - or maybe it was the way Jiung sat there, quiet but firm, the tension between them simmering beneath the surface.
"I… I didn’t mean for it to go this way," Intak finally muttered, his voice softer now, almost pleading.
You weren't having it. You turned back to Jiung, reaching out to help him. "Come on," you said gently, your hand slipping under his arm to support him as he stood. "Let’s get you to the car."
Jiung gave a small nod, though his eyes never left Intak, the air between them still crackling with unspoken words. As you helped him toward the door, you could feel Intak’s eyes on you, a mix of frustration and guilt hanging in the air.
"Y/n-" Intak started, but you cut him off with a sharp glance over your shoulder.
"Not now," you said firmly. "I need to help Jiung."
The words stung, and you knew it. Intak, usually full of quick comebacks and playful banter, fell silent, his expression clouded with something you hadn't seen before. But you couldn’t think about that right now. Jiung was hurt, and that was all that mattered.
As you made your way outside, the cool evening air hit your face, offering a brief reprieve from the intensity inside the rehearsal space. Jiung leaned on you slightly, careful not to put too much weight on his injured foot.
"You didn’t have to do that," Jiung said quietly as you reached the car, his voice softer now.
"Do what?" you asked, adjusting your grip as you paused by the door.
"Get mad at Intak," he replied, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. "I don’t want you caught in the middle of this."
You sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "It’s too late for that, Jiung. I’ve been in the middle for a while now, haven’t I?"
He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes said enough. He shifted his weight, wincing slightly, and you helped him into the back seat of the car. As you stood back, your heart ached at the sight of him, so different from his usual calm, collected self. The tension from earlier still gnawed at you, a persistent feeling that something had shifted irreversibly between them all.
You closed the car door and stood there for a moment, staring down at your hands. This wasn’t just about a simple accident, was it? The competition between Intak and Jiung had always been there, lurking under the surface, but today had felt like the beginning of something more - something darker.
And for the first time, you weren't sure how you fit into it.
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The days following Jiung’s injury felt like a blur. With him sidelined to recover from his ankle sprain, you spent more time with him backstage than you ever had before. It was strange at first, seeing Jiung away from the spotlight, but the quiet moments between the both of you soon grew into something you hadn’t expected.
You talked a lot - about everything and nothing. Jiung was easy to be around, his gentle demeanor making the hours pass quickly. You laughed more than you had anticipated, sharing inside jokes and teasing each other about little things, like how Jiung couldn’t stand the way the others always left their stuff lying around. And the more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself appreciating his sweetness, the way he always checked to make sure you weren't overworked, and the small compliments he gave without making a big deal out of it.
“You know, you’re really thoughtful,” you said one afternoon, as Jiung shifted on the couch, carefully propping up his foot.
He gave you a shy smile. “I just try to make sure everyone’s okay. Especially you.”
His words warmed you, and for a second, your eyes met in a way that made your heart flutter. You laughed it off, nudging him playfully. “Stop being so nice, you’ll make me soft.”
Jiung chuckled, his voice soft and melodic, the same way it was when he sang. “I’m serious though. You do a lot for us.”
You smiled, but before you could respond, the door burst open, and the noise of the stage flooded the room. Keeho, followed by the other boys, came rushing in, sweaty from their performance and ready for a quick touch-up before heading back out.
The room instantly became a whirlwind of chaos. Keeho was barking out orders, Jongseob was fixing his stage mic, and Soul was already halfway out of his costume, while Theo grabbed some water. It was the usual madness that came with concert prep, but you were used to it by now.
And then, there was Intak.
He was the last one to come in, his shirt already half undone as he made his way toward you. You felt a jolt of something - annoyance, maybe? - but your eyes betrayed you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his toned chest caught the light as he moved, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly as he peeled off the rest of his shirt.
You turned your attention back to fixing Keeho’s hair, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat sped up when Intak came closer. But of course, Intak wasn’t one to let things slide.
He stopped just behind you, his voice low and teasing. “You like what you’re seeing, y/n?”
Your hand froze in mid-air, the hairspray still in your grip. Blood rushed to your cheeks, and you could feel the heat rising. You turned, wide-eyed, meeting Intak’s smirk head-on.
“What- no!” you stammered, your voice higher than intended. “Put your shirt on, Intak.”
But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned casually against the counter, still shirtless, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on, admit it. You’re impressed.”
You glared at him, trying to muster up the same annoyance you´d been holding onto since Jiung’s fall, but the truth was, you couldn’t completely ignore the fluttering in your chest. “I’m still mad at you,” you said, turning back to Keeho. “This doesn’t change anything.”
Intak just chuckled, his voice a low rumble. “Sure it doesn’t.”
The moment lingered, and your mind raced. You wanted to stay angry at him, but the teasing, the playfulness - it was just so… Intak. You had always appreciated his energy, but lately, it had started affecting you in ways you didn’t expect. He knew how to get under your skin, but it wasn’t just annoying anymore. It made your pulse quicken, made you hyperaware of him every time he was around.
Jiung, who had been quietly watching from the couch, looked visibly annoyed. He shifted, his gaze hardening as he glanced between you and Intak. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Jiung muttered, his voice edged with irritation.
Intak raised an eyebrow, smirking as he slowly pulled his shirt back on. “Jealous much?” he shot back, his tone still teasing.
Jiung’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention to you, his eyes softening when they landed on you. “You don’t have to put up with him,” he said, quieter now.
You gave Jiung a small, reassuring smile. “It’s fine, really,” you said, though your heart was still racing from Intak’s teasing. You finished up with Keeho, watching as the boys filed back out for the next round of performances. Intak was the last to leave, throwing you a wink as he disappeared through the door.
As the room settled back into its quiet, Jiung sighed, leaning back against the couch. “He never knows when to stop,” he muttered, his annoyance clear.
You sat down beside him, the earlier flutter in your chest still lingering. “He’s just being Intak,” you said, trying to sound casual, though the truth was, you weren't quite sure what you felt anymore.
“Yeah, well, he’s obnoxious,” Jiung replied, though there was something more in his voice - something that hinted at insecurity. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at his injured ankle. “I’ll never be like him.”
You frowned, your heart softening. “What are you talking about? Jiung, you don’t have to be like him. You’re you.”
He looked at you then, his expression serious. “Yeah, but it’s different. You saw the way he was acting - he knows he can get to you.” Jiung’s voice was quieter now, almost vulnerable. “I can’t… I can’t be like that.”
You felt a pang in your chest. Jiung was sweet, thoughtful, and kind in ways Intak wasn’t. They were opposites, but that didn’t make one better than the other. And yet, here you were, feeling torn between them.
You sighed, leaning back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling. “It’s complicated.”
Jiung gave you a sideways glance, his voice softer now. “Yeah… I guess it is.”
The truth was, you were starting to feel something for both of them. Jiung’s sweetness and the way he cared for you was undeniable, but Intak’s boldness and charm had its own pull, one that you couldn’t shake no matter how much you tried. It was becoming harder to ignore the way your heart reacted around both of them.
But there was one thing you knew for sure - their weird rivalry, their competition for your attention, had definitely affected your feelings. And now, you were caught in the middle, not sure what to do.
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It was late afternoon, and the backstage area had settled into a rare calm. Jiung was resting on the couch, his ankle propped up, while you worked on cleaning up the leftover mess from the earlier touch-ups. The soft chatter of the other crew members filtered in from the hallway, but for the moment, it was just the two of you in the room.
You had been enjoying the quiet moments with Jiung over the past few days. You had grown closer, more comfortable around each other, and despite everything that had happened, you found yourself smiling more often than not when you talked.
Jiung shifted on the couch, glancing at you as you neatly arranged your brushes. He hesitated for a moment, chewing on his lower lip, before finally speaking.
"Hey, y/n?"
You turned, catching the slightly nervous tone in his voice. "Yeah?"
Jiung sat up straighter, looking a little tense but determined. "I was thinking… since it’s been so hectic lately, maybe we could hang out? You know, outside of work. Just chill."
You raised an eyebrow, surprised but curious. "Like… a break?"
"Yeah," Jiung said, his voice gaining confidence. "Like, this Saturday. We could go to a karaoke bar. I know it’s kind of random, but I thought it might be fun to just relax and forget about work for a while."
You blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Karaoke?”
Jiung chuckled, the tension easing from his face as he leaned back. “Yeah, don’t worry. You don’t have to be a singer or anything. It’s about having fun, not being perfect.”
You smiled, though a small laugh escaped you. “Jiung, I can’t sing.”
“That’s the point!” Jiung grinned, his voice warm. “No pressure, just for fun. It’s a good way to unwind.”
You bit your lip, feeling a strange, excited flutter at the idea. It sounded fun - unexpected, but fun. And the thought of spending more time with Jiung, just the two of you, outside of the usual chaos, made you smile. "Okay," you said, your tone brightening. "That sounds like a good idea. I’m in."
Jiung’s smile widened, his eyes lighting up. "Great! Saturday it is, then."
As you returned to organizing your kit, you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of anticipation for the weekend. A night out with Jiung, away from the pressure of work, sounded perfect.
But later that day, as the boys prepared to head out after rehearsals, Intak caught up with you just as you were packing up your things. He was as confident and energetic as ever, flashing you a grin as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Hey, y/n,” he said casually. “So, I was thinking… there's this new Marvel movie out, and I was wondering if you wanted to check it out this Saturday.”
You paused mid-action, your heart suddenly racing. Intak had never asked you to hang out before, and the invitation caught you completely off guard. Your mind immediately flashed to your plans with Jiung.
"Oh, uh…" you stammered, feeling your face grow warm. "I, uh, actually already made plans for Saturday."
Intak raised an eyebrow, looking curious. "Oh yeah? What kind of plans?"
The words slipped out before you could think. "I’m going to a karaoke bar with Jiung."
For a second, Intak’s expression froze, and you realized too late what you had said. His playful smirk disappeared, replaced by something darker - jealousy. "Karaoke bar?" he repeated slowly, his tone edged with suspicion.
You felt a pang of regret. You hadn’t meant to tell him, not like that. "It’s just - Jiung asked, and we thought it’d be fun… you know, to unwind a bit."
Intak’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he crossed his arms, leaning in closer. "Sounds like a lot of fun," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. "In fact, I think I’ll join you guys."
Your heart skipped a beat, panic rising in your chest. "What?"
"Yeah," Intak continued, his voice carrying a teasing edge, but there was a clear layer of jealousy underneath. "No way I’m letting Jiung have all the fun alone with you. I’ll be there too."
You blinked, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on you. This was not what you had planned. You wanted a quiet, fun night with Jiung - just the two of you, away from the usual chaos. But now, Intak was determined to crash your plans, and you knew exactly why.
"But-" you started, trying to find the right words to convince him, but Intak just grinned, his usual cocky confidence back in full force.
"Don’t worry," he said smoothly, standing up straight. "It’ll be fun. I promise not to out-sing you. Much."
You could barely manage a weak smile. "I… I guess I’ll see you there, then."
"Great," Intak said with a wink before heading out of the room, leaving you standing there, feeling flustered and guilty.
As soon as the door closed, you let out a long sigh. What did I just get myself into? You hadn’t meant to let Intak in on your plans, and now you were stuck. The last thing you wanted was for Jiung to find out that Intak had invited himself along - especially since Jiung had clearly been excited for some one-on-one time with you.
And yet, there was a part of you that couldn’t ignore the flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing both of them outside of work. Intak’s boldness and charm always made your heart race, even when he was being insufferable. And Jiung’s sweetness was something you had grown to love in these quiet moments together. But now, the tension between them was more obvious than ever, and you found yourself right in the middle.
You knew you couldn’t tell Jiung the truth - that Intak was coming too. Not yet, at least. You needed to figure out how to handle this before Saturday.
But as the week ticked by and Saturday loomed closer, all you could do was hope for the best.
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The karaoke room was cozy, bathed in dim neon lights with plush couches that made it the perfect spot to relax after a long week. You sat back, your laughter still bubbling from Jiung’s last performance. He had come back to the room with soft drinks and snacks, and now he was up at the mic, goofing around with a light-hearted song, making funny faces and exaggerated dance moves that had you giggling uncontrollably.
Jiung had this way about him - his natural sweetness, paired with his quiet confidence, made him easy to be around. Every now and then, he’d flash you a shy smile, as if making sure you were still having fun. And you were. More than you had expected.
The door to the room was still shut, and you found yourself silently hoping Intak had forgotten about this. He hadn’t shown up yet, and the thought of having this time alone with Jiung, just the two of you, felt like the perfect break you hadn’t realized you needed. No teasing interruptions, no rivalry - just Jiung and his easygoing presence.
"Okay," you called out with a grin as Jiung finished the song, "your turn for a serious one."
Jiung grinned, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Alright, alright," he said, walking over to the tablet to scroll through the song list. "What do you want to hear?"
"Surprise me," you said, leaning back into the couch, her heart still light from all the laughter.
Jiung scrolled for a few seconds, then nodded to himself before selecting the song. As soon as the first chords started playing, you recognized it: "Leave The Door Open" by Bruno Mars. The smooth, soulful tune filled the room, and Jiung stepped up to the mic, his expression changing from playful to something more serious, more emotional.
You watched him intently. His angelic voice had always been a favorite of yours - soft, pure, like honey to the ears. But this time, there was something different. As Jiung sang, he closed his eyes, pouring his emotions into every note. His voice flowed through the song effortlessly, and it hit you in a way that made your heart skip.
There was something about the way he sang, the way his voice carried the emotions of the song, that pulled you in deeper. Your gaze stayed fixed on him, watching every expression, every slight movement. He wasn’t just singing; he was feeling it, and somehow, you felt it too.
Your heart fluttered as you listened, your pulse quickening as the lyrics washed over you. You knew this song was about more than just the words - Jiung was telling you something through it, something that had been growing between both of you, something unspoken.
When he finished the final note, the room fell into a brief, charged silence. You couldn’t help but smile, your hands coming together in applause. "That was amazing," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration. "You were incredible."
Jiung gave a small, bashful smile, sitting back down beside you on the couch. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost shy. "I’m just… really happy we’re doing this."
You looked at him, your heart still racing, feeling a warmth settle in the space between you. "Yeah, me too," you replied softly. "I didn’t realize how much I needed a night like this."
Jiung shifted slightly closer, his eyes meeting yours in a way that made your breath hitch. "I’ve been looking forward to this for a while," he confessed, his voice tender, his cheeks faintly pink. "Just… spending time with you. I always wanted to, you know, just us."
Your heart skipped at his words, your gaze locked on his. Your usual playful banter had fallen away, replaced by something deeper, something real. The space between you seemed to shrink, and for a moment, all you could focus on was the softness in Jiung’s eyes and the way your pulse pounded in your ears.
Both your hearts beat faster, synchronized in the charged silence that followed.
Jiung leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "There’s… something I’ve been meaning to tell you, y/n."
Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him, the weight of his words hanging between you. Your heart raced, anticipation and uncertainty swirling together. Jiung’s eyes held yours, full of emotion, and you knew whatever he was about to say would change things.
But just as Jiung opened his mouth to speak, the door swung open.
"Yo, what’s up?" Intak’s voice rang through the room, shattering the moment in an instant.
You flinched, your head snapping toward the door. Intak stood there, grinning as if he hadn’t just interrupted something intimate. He casually glanced around the room, his eyes flicking between Jiung and you as he stepped inside, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.
"Karaoke bar, huh?" Intak continued, raising an eyebrow as he plopped down onto the couch across from them. "You guys started without me?"
Your heart plummeted. You had been so caught up in the moment with Jiung, so close to hearing whatever it was he had to say, and now Intak had arrived, throwing everything off balance. You glanced at Jiung, whose expression had hardened slightly, the softness from moments earlier now replaced by frustration.
Intak stretched out, completely unaware of - or perhaps purposefully ignoring - the charged atmosphere he’d just walked into. "So," he said, smirking, "who’s up next?"
You shifted uncomfortably, your thoughts swirling. You had no idea what to say. The tension between the three of you was undeniable now, and you knew that whatever was happening between you and Jiung, it wasn’t going to stay private for much longer.
You glanced at Jiung, whose jaw was tight, clearly struggling to hold back his irritation. His eyes flicked toward you, silently asking you what to do, but all you could manage was a small, uncertain smile.
"Uh, I guess we could let Intak sing," you offered, your voice sounding far too strained for her liking.
Jiung sat back, his expression unreadable, though you could see the disappointment flickering in his eyes. Whatever he had been about to say was lost now, buried under the weight of Intak’s arrival.
"Alright!" Intak said. He grabbed the mic, scrolling through the song list with his usual easy confidence. "Let’s see if I can top Jiung’s performance."
As Intak selected a song and the music started, you couldn’t help but feel a sinking sensation in your chest. The night had been going so well - until now.
And as you watched Intak start singing, you couldn’t help but wonder: had you just lost the chance to hear what Jiung had been trying to tell you?
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ashonheavenscloud · 10 months ago
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1:14 am - c. jiung
warnings: none, just a lil bit of making out <3 | wc: ~600
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The credits to the movie you were watching with your boyfriend have long since faded out, but neither you or Jiung make a move to get up from the couch and the warmth of the blanket tucked carefully around your huddled bodies. Your head has found its home in the crook of his shoulder, and his hand on your thigh draws absentminded patterns. The silence is interrupted only by the buzz of electricity and the occasional hum of an old tune in Jiung’s throat.
“It’s late.” He eventually whispers, eyeing the clock silently counting obedient seconds on the opposite wall. “And so quiet.”
“It’s perfect.” You whisper back, one hand moving to the back of his head to scratch gently at the strands of hair at the back of his neck. Jiung sighs contentedly at the feeling, letting his forehead fall to the top of your head, smiling when you tilt your face towards him. His eyes soften when they meet yours, and the clock on the wall ticks slower when his gaze drops to your lips, then back up with a soft exhale.
You tuck your thumb under his chin, slide your forefinger over his bottom lip, and guide his mouth to yours.
It’s easy to pry a soft, breathless sound from Jiung’s parted lips. His hands slip under your sweatshirt and tighten on your waist as he melts to your touch. With gentle thumbs, you trace his cheekbones, the lines of his jawline, the slope of his chin. His own fingertips leave goosebumps over your skin from their feather-light touches, and you shiver, leaning into him, tilting your head to slowly deepen the kiss.
He mumbles your name against your lips and you swear you feel the quiet rasp of his voice through your whole body. You shush him, kissing him once more, lingering, before your lips trail across the side of his face and under his jaw. Jiung’s next exhale is particularly shaky, his eyes heavy lidded and dazed. His head tilts backwards to give you an open canvas, and you slowly work your art across his flushed skin, the heat of his body simmering where your lips and teeth leave darkening love marks.
His hands slip up your back and press your body close to his, forcing you to shift your body onto his lap. You angle his face back to you and capture his lips again, hands winding into his hair as he smiles into the kiss. The clock sits still as the seconds stretch and lose meaning, both your minds far too hazy to keep track of anything other than the touch of skin on skin, teeth grazing lips, hands tightening holds. Jiung kisses you like the world could burn and he wouldn’t notice. His lashes flutter, eyes gazing into yours when you drop his bottom lip and murmur, “Yeah. Perfect.”
You’re endeared as pale pink dusts his cheeks.
The clock moves faster; Jiung lays back onto the couch, grabbing your waist to pull your body over top of his. You giggle as his hands run under your shirt, trailing goosebumps over your skin as they trace your sides. Cupping his face, you press your smiles together, holding him close as he holds you tight. Your fingers slide into his hair and his slide up your back, pressing your body to his with flat palms. Moments blur together in Jiung’s warmth, the gentle yet purposeful push and pull of his mouth, the skim of his fingers across your skin.
The clock ticks steadily on, steady as his pounding heartbeat in your ear, steady as his delicate hands and their tight grip on your waist, steady as love painted over skin and whispered between parted lips.
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hakushota4president · 2 months ago
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just read smut so bad i blocked the author for wasting my time
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yyawnjun · 3 months ago
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hello! hehe can i req how piwon would act with s/o who have lower body temperature on average? like wydm you're shivering... it's autumn. tqvm babe!!!! 😆
PIWON with a s/o who has lower body temperature on average
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AYY!! first piwon ask, it felt so special, tysm for requesting it. I hope I get it right, like his s/o is actually" feel the cold"(tell me if I didn't get it, I will change and rewrite). I hope you will like it <3 ; I also wrote hcs for the first timee, how are we feeling !!
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YOON KEEHO
☆ i feel he'd be confused at first, like wdym you mentioned that you needed to take your jacket when your going out during a SUMMER night for your date.
☆ if there would have been a little breeze, it should not have been THAT cold. anyway he remembered what you said, and when you were about to leave your place to go out for dinner he noticed that you didn't take your jacket.
☆ he was about to remind you, but he saw first HIS jacket lying on the sofa. so he opted to bring it…so you'd be forced to wear his
☆ even though you had warned him that you were more sensitive to the cold than the others bc of your low body temperature, he was still shocked when he noticed that you were starting to feel cold while you were walking near the sea.
☆ he was holding your hand and he noticed it getting colder, and you were shivering while looking for your coat.
☆ “were you looking for this” he'd say in the most cheesy tone ever while handing you his jacket
☆ you'd be confused at first bc you were searching YOURS.
☆ but then you'd accept it after realizing the sweet gesture, and he just laughs a bit, trying to be cool but internally feeling so proud while seeing you with his jacket!!!!
☆ I feel this would happen so many times that you'd just start always using his jackets instead of yours. they still smelled like him and reminded you of him, plus his style is fire; a total win for you (and for him)
☆ I also think that you'd have to remind him a few times about your low body temperature, and even so, he'd have trouble remembering, but it would become like a tradition for him to ALWAYS bring an extra jacket to give you 😭😭.
CHOI TAEYANG
☆ here me out. third date with theo, and you're sitting on a bench in a park. It's like late evening on an autumn day, so it was a bit colder than usual and a light wind was moving the leaves.
☆ while he was talking, you'd start shaking a bit, trying to keep it cool for as much as you can while doing your best to not look too mesmerized by the big jacket he was wearing.
☆ he had immediately noticed that your outfit was too light for the evening (but in your defense, it was too cute to be covered up!) but he hadn't said anything (except how pretty you looked)
☆ he would notice how cold you were, but he would also be quite cold because of the weather.... so in the first few minutes, he would be torn between offering you his jacket or not (you did not dare to ask him for it…)
☆ BUT IN THE END OFC HE GAVE IT TO YOU, without saying anything…just in time for you to not catch a cold.
☆(he would then feel guilty for doing it so late when you explained to him that bc of your lower temperature, you felt much more the cold,,)
☆ he would scold you a little because you were dressed too lightly!!!. and you needed to take care of yourself (otherwise, how could you have gone out on dates again!).
☆ but I promise he'd BLUSH so hard after hearing that you cared so much about your outfit for him that you choose it over your own good😭😭
☆ in the end, I also feel that it would be you two sharing his jacket on the bench (on one hand bc he wanted to be closer to you, on the other bc you needed more warmth!)
☆ and he was getting cold too, but he'd never admit it </3.
☆ it would be just the two of you, sharing the same jacket as a comforting warmth spread.
HWANG INTAK
☆ I feel intak would be the exact opposite of you
☆ he'd be like a warm heater all of the time. I think that just being around him would warm you up.
☆ and oh boy, how much he'd use this excuse to stay closer to you.
☆ “we need to sit next to each other! bc what if you start getting colder and we are far away” - cit intak after moving his chair next to yours in a romantic restaurant just bc he wanted to eat next to you.
☆ he'd be your personal giant hotpack 24/7, and when he isn't w you, he'd give you some of his hot packs/hoodies to use in case you needed
☆ how much he'd brag about your different "perception” of temperature. he would use this excuse to grab your hand ALWAYS, no matter if you were actually shivering or not
☆ like imagine you're mad at him, and hes just like a super sweet golden retriever that came closer to you and take your hand
☆ “otherwise you would be cold” he whispers while not looking at you.
☆ and HOW can you stay mad at him, while his hand is warming up yours and you two are walking together..and your gazes keep meeting..
☆ or imagine sharing a blanket with him during a cold winter; while watching TV you'd have not only the warmth from the cozy blanket but also from the heat of your boy!!
☆ (And I picture him wearing only a light shirt and short pants while being a heater for you without even noticing but LOVING the closeness to you).
CHOI JIUNG
☆ I feel he'd be the most WORRIED and so the most caring between all of them <3
☆ not only hotpack, but also scarfs, jackets, hats, etc. his backpack would always be so full of things to keep you warm anytime😭
☆ I can see him even find out about the “causes” and what he could do to help you in all situations; esp at first he'd keep asking how you wereand if you needed something
☆ imagine being at a party with jiung, maybe you were there with your friends now sitting somewhere while laughing and drinking
☆ and you suddenly feel something or someone putting his arms around your shoulders and his head on yours.
☆ “your face is cold” he said after kissing your cheeks. “wanna go home?” he'd ask you. and after you asked for five more minutes he'd RUN to bring you his jacket <3
☆ and the way he'd giggle and smile when he sees how helpful he is everytime.
☆ this boy would ended up forgetting to bring his own things to always have yours, and you'd force him to wear your sweaters
☆ and now you'd be the one giggling and smiling for his new style. <3
HAKU SHOTA
☆ silently helping you ALWAYS. I imagine it while you were waiting for the bus to come and you'd start shaking a little, maybe complaining out loud how cold the weather was getting
☆ the boy wouldn't wait a sec before taking you by the hand and bringing you to the nearest coffee shop. hot chocolate? hot tea? yes. you'd have that in front of you before you could even REALIZE where you were.
☆ “put some sugar, it will help to your temperature to come back to normal”
☆ I feel that in some magic way he'd already known that you were getting too cold outside. and no matter how important it was to take that bus, your health was more important anyway.
☆ and i feel he would start memorizing some coffee places to bring you in case you were out and you were feeling cold all of sudden.
☆ i am so sure he'd always have hot packs with the funniest decorations for you
☆ and he'd always remind you to bring your coats, you two would even have like one specific emoji and you'd just remember to bring it
☆ “we should hold hands, so mines can warm yours” he'd say naturally while taking your hand (and blushing a lot but w/o adding anything or looking at you)
☆ so you two would just start walking hand in hand, saying that it was for your own good!(And you and you have never denied this…)
KIM JONGSEOB
☆ I feel he'd find it funny how you were always cold while it was so hot outside. he’d tease you at first, "c’mon it's autumn and you are already so cold..this winter might be the end of you"
☆ but as soon as you'd take five minutes to explain him how the affects you the fact that have lower body temperature on average he'd feel bad for joking about it and he'd start taking you more seriously 😭
☆ still, it would take him a while to get used to it. and there would have been times when you two would be forced to run a bit bc you were starting to be really cold. and he had no other options other than “run a little to warm up”
☆ i can't stop picturing seob and his s/o while walking together during an early morning(maybe going to school together!!) and by chance seeing a cat on the street.
☆ you would immediately get closer to the cat and seob would follow. you two would slowly try to get closer to pet the cat and you'd magically succeed!! you two would start petting the cat and he would feel how cold your hands were.
☆ “yn are you cold?” he says while gently stocking your hands.
☆ and one slight nod was enough for him to take your hands and try to use his to warm you up. he would take your hands and caress them, while bringing them closer to his face to give you hot air and warm them up.
☆ and if this isn't enough he'd have the perfect idea after remembering how cats were able to warm themselves thanks to their fur.
☆ and now there is two options for how it goes
☆ OPTION ONE: he manages to take the cat and gently put it on your legs. so now you just sit with him next to you, while the warm of the cat would warm u up too <3
☆ OPTION TWO: you two would ended up running after that poor cat, and you would inevitability warm up bc of the run (run method never fails)😭
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catboyieejeno · 6 months ago
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pairing: theo x fem!reader
cw: smut, oral (f receiving), theo eating it from the back, established relationship, pet names, slight pillow princess reader, lazy morning head
wc: 1.9k
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Theo's index finger tracing along the side of your abdomen stirs you from your sleep—intentionally, it seems, since he doesn’t bother to retract his hand when he notices the slight shift in your breath, indicating you’ve woken up. Instead, his warm palm meets your skin with confidence, circling around your torso to pull you closer to his chest. He must not have been awake much longer than you, a tell being the quiet, borderline incoherent morning greeting he wishes you in a low rumble.
The bed sheets are strikingly cool against your skin, but his legs that tangle with yours are enough to keep you heated. If it wasn’t for his full lips wetly kissing your shoulder, you might’ve been lulled back to your peaceful slumber within minutes. You move to sit up, but his grip around you tightens, and his soft, tired voice calls out to you once more.
“Wait, don’t pull away…” he mumbles into your skin, “not yet. wanna lay with you for a bit longer,”
His ministrations start out slowly, subtly… For a second, you’re almost convinced his kisses that continue to smack against your neck come from a place of innocence, in the form of some half-asleep affection he’s less restrictive about showering you with when compared to his usually reserved self.
It’s something to take advantage of, you decide, and nuzzle your cheek to his, soaking up the way his hands rub over your skin as he lets a hushed moan slip out. At the same time, Theo allows his fingers to inch down your front shamelessly, digits curiously tapping over your stomach.
“You’re so soft,” he mumbles, and with his antics serving as a catalyst, you can’t help the way your abdomen instantly ignites.
Theo lifts his arm from your waist just long enough for you to roll around in his hold to face him, smiling down at you with puffy eyes and tousled hair. He pulls his hand back up to cup your face, muttering a small, “hi.”
“Hi,” you whisper back, unable to contain your giddy grin. Gently, he takes your hand into his and brings it to his mouth to kiss it once, then guides it atop of his head in a silent plea for you to run your fingers through his scalp. The dark locks don’t resist your fingers even a little bit, letting you comb through them smoothly until they’ve reached some kind of order. At the feeling, your boyfriend practically groans, rolling his eyes back for a split second before they regain focus and meet yours again.
Every feature on his face is so delicately crafted, gazing curiously at you and taking you in as if the night that passed, and the sleep he had once reveled in, had robbed him of you for far too long, just like his work schedule had the last few weeks. Days on end without being able to see you or hold you had taken a toll on him. You’re his favorite thing to look at, in any state, at any moment, so his first night back at your house was something he had been anticipating for a while now. Truthfully? he’d never sleep again if it meant he could stare at your pretty face for hours at a time.
He misses you, despite lying right next to you and having you in his arms. How is that possible?
Just then, as these thoughts flood his mind, he leans in, capturing your lips between his own in a sweet kiss. At the same time, his arms draw you tighter into his embrace, warm skin pressing to yours, practically melting into your touch.
He props himself up to hover above you, palms placed on either side of your head and caging you in. The metal of his chain is cool as it dangles, sitting on your chest like melting ice. It becomes even cooler as it moves across the expanse of your breasts, trailing down as his mouth follows behind to lick and lap and warm up the icy trail, and before you know it, he’s practically sticking his head under the hem of your tank top to nibble at the exposed skin below your navel.
His eyes, which were previously closed to savor the taste of your skin, peek open and steal a glance up at you, and his member, confined by only his boxers, twitches within the constricting material at the sight before him. Your lips are parted, your chest is rising and falling quicker with every second that passes, and your eyes can’t seem to leave the boy who keeps climbing further and further down, finding solace between your legs.
“I missed sleeping next to you.” He admits distractedly, placing a sticky kiss on your hip as his hand paws at your waist, squeezing at the flesh he can fit within his big palm, “I hate that i was away from you for so many nights in a row,”
“You were working, baby.”
“I know. Still,” he pauses, flashing you a lopsided smile, “this is nice.”
Little to no time passes between the moment when he mumbles those words, and the moment he buries his face into your panties, breathing you in deeply. The action makes you shudder, and goosebumps crawl over your skin as his black hair tickles your bare thighs.
Just then, there’s a glow flourishing on your cheeks, inevitable of avoiding around Theo. Truly, how are you meant to stay composed after he does something so lewd?
“Missed eating you out,” a ghost of a kiss is placed over your clit. It’s involuntary, but you roll your hips in his face and whine out, a response that only makes his head spin even more and his dick swell with need. He grips your thighs and props them higher up until your clothed center is in perfect view and your knees are almost folded onto your chest.
“Let me make you feel good, love. Please?”
“Yes,” you answer quickly, and he snickers at you in a way that doesn’t make you feel embarrassed in the slightest��despite its inherently teasing nature, his smirk is only intended to rile you up even more than you already are, and that, it does.
As he swipes one finger over your core, a splotch of wetness appears on the material. His index finger loops around to pull the lace aside, and he wastes no time in diving in. His tongue pokes out, kitten-licking your folds so lightly that you almost think he isn’t doing anything at all.
A few more experimental, soft swipes of his tongue get you writhing, and it’s only then that he releases the hold he has on your thighs and allows them to rest on his shoulders, fully burying himself between your legs.
“Feels good,” you whimper.
He hums back at you, content and unrestrained, and the vibrations almost make you come on the spot. He’s very obviously pacing himself, taking his time to dissolve you into nothing in his grasp. Your breathing goes from rapid heaves to long sighs as Theo alternates between lapping at you and nibbling your inner thigh. At one point, his actions become audible, the wetness of him fucking his tongue into you, and your soft moans become the only two sounds in the room.
Chin soaked and eyes half-lidded, he mumbles, “You’re so pretty,” as he crawls his way back up your body to kiss you.
He lets his thigh take his place between your legs and he presses his mouth to yours, plump lips gliding softly and lazily with no real purpose other than to soak you in. As your panting evens out, you peek your eyes open to glance at him.
“We can’t lie around for much longer. We have so much to do today,” you protest during kisses. He pulls away, resting his chin to your stomach. He stills there for a moment, falling limp, hands caressing you with no real purpose.
“It can wait.”
“The weather is supposed to be nice today,” you announce, and he gives you another crooked smile as his thumb passively toys with your nipple.
“Then we should take advantage. What do you wanna do?”
“Hmm,” As you think, your hand comes up to hold his cheek, thumb wiping the sleep from his eye. “What if we go for a walk later?”
He nods without second thought, happy to walk later with you wherever you’d like to go. At the same time, he greedily leans into your touch.
“We can do that.”
“And maybe we can–“ a few sticky kisses decorate your waist, “stop by the bakery you like on the way home? You haven’t had that since you left on tour.”
“That would be nice.”
“After we get groceries and make dinner, maybe we can even lie around and do this for a big longer.”
“Yeah?” He raises a brow, lip curling up in a similar notion. When you nod eagerly at his implication, he remembers the position he’s in, and presses his leg just a bit closer against you.
“Let me take care of you then, so we can start our day.”
You hum and he gives you one last look before sinking back down where you need him most.
Your taste is lavish and sweet on his tongue that doesn’t care to tease you anymore. Now, it’s working diligently, drawing out every last whine it can, sweeping and swiping at your glistening folds until you come around him with your fingers grasping at the sheets so hard that the skin has turned white.
You’re barely given a second to recover before he asks you to turn around and flip onto your stomach. Weak and unsteady, your limbs hold you up and you arch your back in anticipation as he repositions himself behind you.
For a moment, his shuffling and the rustling of the sheets makes you think he’s undressing and about to sink himself into your warmth, but then his mouth is on you again with no warning.
His groans are tantalizing, and the way he’s squeezing the flesh on your ass has you collapsing into the mattress and crying out in pleasure. The pleads that leave your lips in mangled cries have him reaching a fever pitch, and he suddenly can’t wait to taste your release again, so he does everything in his power to lull it from you faster. His fingers slip into you, shallowly at first, then knuckle deep and curling to fuck your sweet spot; before you know it, you’re gushing around him again.
“Baby…” is the only word you manage to spew from your drooling lips, and your back arches more as he moans into you again.
The comedown is just as sweet, especially when he lets his lips drag up the curve of your spine until they reach your hair, smooth palm tracing over your smooth skin to soothe you as the last waves of pleasure wash away. He collapses beside you, tugging you closer until your head is near his chest.
When your dazed eyes open to look at him, he’s already looking back down at you with his gentle smile.
His lips are glossed over, and you kiss him as a thank you, greedily humming at the taste of yourself in his mouth.
“Good?” He asks, raising his brows slightly.
“Shut up.”
He laughs when you hide your flushed face is his neck, leaning into you as if your proximity was still not quite close enough.
“Just checking.” He murmurs into your hair, leaving a kiss there in the process. “Now we can start our day.”
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moonhoures · 1 year ago
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Sunday Morning
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🕷️ kinktober — day 9: cockwarming 🕸️
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pairing: jiung (p1harmony) + reader (g/n)
genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, morning sex, cockwarming, edging (kinda? sorry jiung 😅), somnophilia (idk if this really counts but i’m putting it just in case!), pet names: ‘ji’ & ‘baby’ for jiung
word count: ~1.8k
synopsis: just some good ol’ morning sex with bf!jiung 😌
posted: october 9, 2023
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Your bedroom was enveloped in a layer of thin darkness provided by the gloomy, rainy weather settling outside of your windows. Sundays were usually your chore and errand day of the week, but when your eyes cracked open for the first time this morning and saw the nasty weather, you threw those plans out the window (metaphorically). Instead of getting up to start your day, you snuggled yourself further into the warmth of your sheets, pulling them tighter to you. You snuggled your face into the plush of your pillow, and shifted your hips back for a more comfortable position. Only, your behind met something solid, which had you concerned and confused, but only for a moment.
“Hey, quit hogging the covers.”
You melted into relief as you remembered that your boyfriend had stayed the night and was sleeping just behind you. His presence made itself clear as he turned to face you, tugging back some of the sheets. He lifted them up while he scooted closer to you, letting the soft fabric fall over the both of you. You felt his arm encircle your waist and pull you closer to his front.
“I forgot you were here,” the grogginess of just waking up was evident in your voice, cracking some of the syllables.
“Ouch,” Jiung mumbled with fake-hurt, making you laugh softly, “Glad to know I have such a big impact on your life.”
“Well you haven’t stayed the night in so long. Excuse me for not being used to waking up with you next to me.”
Your boyfriend leaned forward and kissed your shoulder that was exposed by the neck of your shirt slipping to the side. You instinctively scrunched up, trying to avoid the tickling sensation that came with his lips and breath brushing against your sensitive skin. But he persisted, hands holding onto your hips to keep you still while he attempted to kiss your neck. The best he could manage was leaving chaste pecks on the nape of your neck.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend the night,” he apologized with a smile as he held you close, spooning you. Your hands found his at your navel, and you intertwined your fingers with his, “I’ll have to change that soon.”
“I would like to wake up like this more often,” you confessed, making your boyfriend smile even wider.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, scooting yourself impossibly closer to him. He hoped you didn’t hear the small noise he let out when you brushed against the subtle tent forming in his shorts. But of course he couldn’t get that lucky, “Seems like you would, too.”
“Babe-“ he groaned in embarrassment, his arms tightening around you. You laughed at his expense.
“If you had morning wood, you could’ve just said so, Ji.”
“I didn’t- I don’t- I-,” your boyfriend sighed, half in defeat and half in frustration. It’s not like he was the one that rubbed his erection against your ass, “It’ll go away, just . . . don’t touch it.”
Secretly, you loved making Jiung flustered like this. He was always so cute when he got nervous and stuttered over his words. You wished you could see how pink his cheeks were getting. How wide his eyes were. You decided to tease him further, not-so-innocently shifting to “get more comfortable” and brushing even more against his bulge in the process.
“________,” he warned you, hand gripping your waist in attempt to stop your movements.
“You’re right, I’m too tired for that right now,” you sighed, but the gears were already turning in that pretty head of yours, “Unless . . . you want to just put it in and nap some more with me?”
“How is that any fun?” he asked, a slight pout to his lips. But he wasn’t denying you, so that was something.
“I guess it’s not supposed to be,” you shrugged, “But it’s intimate. And if you’re good, I might reward you.”
“Might?”
“Fine, I will reward you. But only if you stay still and let me nap.”
Jiung mulled it over for a minute, but he truly didn’t think he had the strength, the self control. Still, he was never one to turn down the opportunity to have sex with you. There were very few things he could think of that were better than being buried inside of you, so this just felt like a no brainer.
“Think you can do that?” you asked him, peeking over your shoulder to see him struggling in his own contemplation. The dark shadows on his face brightened with the flash of lightning that illuminated the room for a split second, followed by a low rumble of thunder off in the distance.
“Uh huh,” he nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him do so.
It was a blessing and curse that you decided to sleep in only your underwear and one of his t-shirts. A blessing in the sense that it gave him easier access, and a curse in the sense that the easy access only turned him on more, making his erection stand at full attention, hard and uncomfortable. He thought a quick, thankful prayer as he took his weeping cock out from his sleep shorts. If you hadn’t decided you wanted to cockwarm him, he would’ve waited entirely too long to take care of his morning wood in the bathroom like a gentleman. He made a mental note to treat you real good the next time you had proper sex.
“Are you ready now?” he asked, not wanting to dive right in too soon and have it be uncomfortable for you.
“Honestly, Ji, I’ve been wet since I woke up,” you admitted with a small giggle, “So yeah.”
A small fluttering feeling took up space in his chest as he wondered if you were wet because of him. Had you dreamed of him? You had never had a wet dream about him—as far as he knew—so the possibility made him really happy.
He decided not to waste anymore time, so he discreetly used some of his spit to moisten the grip on his dick, rubbing it out a little before getting closer to your center. The fabric of your underwear was easy to move out of the way, and in seconds he was sinking into you with a small hiss. Inch by inch, he fed his length to your hole, letting you suck him in with a familiar warmth that felt like the most impure hug.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he couldn’t help himself from admitting. Once he was seated deep within your heat he got the overwhelming urge to thrust, but the voice of his conscience told him to keep himself in check. It shouldn’t be too bad, all he had to do was hold you and stay still until the both of you nodded back off to sleep. But how long do they plan on napping? he thought. I don’t know how long I can do this before I go insane.
A mix of a hum and a small sigh left you as you felt yourself become full. Jiung watched you practically melt into the bed, your shoulders dropping with relaxation and your head nestling further into your pillow. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head without even thinking about it. His body moved on its own, doing what his heart wanted him to. He smiled at your cozy state, hugging you again. His legs were almost entangled with yours in this position. You two were so close that you basically became one entity.
“This feels nice,” you spoke so softly, moments away from falling back into a slumber.
Jiung wanted to agree, but he was focusing too much on relaxing and not bucking his hips into yours like he so badly wanted to. So instead, he hummed weakly in agreement, fingertips softly gripping the flesh of your tummy as he tried not to adjust his position. If he moved even a centimeter while inside of you, he knew the drag of his cock against your walls would feel too good for him to stay quiet and keep his cool.
“Ji,” you called his name, a hint of a smile on your lips, though he couldn’t see it since he was behind you and his eyes were screwed shut in concentration, “You okay?”
“Mhm, just- trying to stay still like you asked.”
You chuckled faintly. He really was the cutest—and the most obedient, you’ve noticed, “You’re doing good, baby. Just a while longer.”
Jiung nodded, but inside he was whining like a sick puppy. Just a while longer, he thought.
A few minutes turned into several minutes, and eventually became over half an hour. Jiung had finally gotten to a point where he was fully relaxed, cuddling you and focusing on your lulling breaths to keep himself at bay, and it worked. Your delicate snoring didn’t even faze him as his eyes fell closed and he began nodding off beside you. He awoke after a while when you shifted in his warm embrace, hips slightly rutting against his. A choked groan squeaked out of his lips before he could stop it.
“Sorry, baby, did I wake you?” you asked him, purposefully beginning to rock your hips in the most subtle way that it could seem accidental.
“Ah- Please,” he breathed out in a sheepish tone, his hand quickly moving from your stomach back to your hips. His fingertips gripped onto your skin desperately, trying to get you to stop moving.
“What? I thought you wanted to fuck me, Ji?”
“I- I do,” his words came out in pants as his groin began to feel like it was on fire again. His cock throbbed with the anguishing need to cum.
“Then fuck me.”
It was the most gentle command he had ever heard, but the most compelling. Not even a second went by before he was thrusting into you with fervor. Your lip was sucked in between your teeth as you tried to bite back moans and failed. Jiung was a sweet lover, always so attentive and never selfish. He did tend to get a little ambitious sometimes, and those were the few times he would cum before you did. Now seemed like it would be one of those times, but you couldn’t blame him. He had suffered long enough while you cock warmed him. He was a good boy, and did exactly as you asked of him. He deserved to cum first.
“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”
“Thank you,” a long, pathetic moan followed his words as his hips stuttered behind your own. He jerked and twitched with every rope of cum that painted your insides. Overwhelming pleasure was all he felt, and in that moment all the waiting he had to do was worth it. Absolutely worth it.
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DAY 3: phonesex/sexting/foreplay/dystopia with choi jiung
🕸 genre/pairings: dystopia!au - lower working class, dom!jiung x upper class, sub!reader
🕸 warnings: smut nsfw (mdni) | phone sex, mutual guided masturbation, slight degradation and corruption kink (consensual), name calling, praise, forbidden relationship
🕸 word count: 2,567 words
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“This is gonna be the last time, I swear.”
“You said that the last time we did this.” 
“Well… I just can’t help myself, especially not when you look like that. C’mon, take it off for me, sweetheart.” Jiung coaxed in a seductively low register, a smirk working its way onto his pretty face. His greedy eyes were glued to his phone screen, following your every move from behind his wispy black bangs. 
What can he say? He really couldn’t help himself. Phone in one hand, the other inching towards his crotch, the urge to rub himself in search of sweet, sweet relief was too strong to fight off. So he didn’t – Jiung simply gave in to the temptation, diving head first into his desire for you.
The past hour had been pure torture. Not only was he absolutely swamped at work with unrealistic deadlines, but he also had to force himself to stay awake for the weekly government broadcast at the assembly hall. Jiung didn’t understand why they made it compulsory viewing every Friday – the content was repeated every week: stay within your factions, don’t interact with outsiders and abide by the curfew. For all he cared, the drawling voice could’ve been speaking in an entirely different language and he wouldn’t even have noticed. 
Not when you were the sole centre of his attention; the only thought that preoccupied his mind.
It was forbidden – whatever this thing you had going on between the two of you, anyway. Neither of you had a clue what this was. Being from different factions meant the odds were never in your favour. From birth, no, from the moment you were conceived in your mothers’ wombs, you and Jiung lived completely different lives. You were from the upper class, and he was from the working class – the lowest rung of society’s ladder; the scum of the earth. You had all the riches and gold, and always dressed in pristine whites. You were the epitome of poise and purity. Jiung was always tainted in shades of dirt, murky browns and dusty greens. Everywhere he went, he carried the earthy stench of the forest, a byproduct of spending endless days chopping wood and farming land for the government – the very government your family helped to form.
He was beneath you, metaphorically and physically. Right now, you locked yourself in an abandoned bedroom, one of the many in your father’s mansion, far away from prying eyes and curious ears. Being the daughter of a high-ranking government official came in handy, especially for raunchy phone sex escapades with the most irresistible boy you’ve ever laid eyes on. 
The first time you made eye contact with Jiung was when he came to deliver wood for the fireplace in your father’s study. You felt an electric spark then – both of you did. The air was thick and heavy with tension. And let’s just say you definitely felt an unmistakable wetness pool at your nether regions from watching him lift and chop big chunks of wood like they were weightless. It made you wonder how he would manhandle you in bed too…
You threw the phone onto the four poster bed before launching yourself at the mattress, obscuring the phone camera with a view of your chest that had Jiung salivating from the other end of the line. “Do you think they’ll know?” You mused, spreading yourself out and getting comfortable.
Jiung scoffed. Of course you were stalling – you were an upper class girl with all the time in the world to enjoy life’s simplest pleasures. Him, a humble forest boy, did not have the same privileges. As they always say, time is money. And right now, while he’d love to entertain your musings, he really had to get back to work soon. The forest had to be cleared and the trees were not going to chop themselves.
Plus, he was starting to get impatient. That’s what spending one whole hour eye fucking each other across the hall did to him, he supposed – him, a mere nobody amongst the crowd, and you, standing on the assembly stage, looking down at the commoners like the charming, law-abiding bureaucrat you were raised to be. Oh, if only people knew what went on behind the (smoke)screens. “I doubt it. These phones are ancient, none of the current systems will know how to break the encryption. But we’ll never know for sure – they’re always watching, Y/N.”
You hummed in response, lips curling into a devious smile. You liked that thought. “Then let’s give them a show.”
“That’s what we always do, baby. Now hurry, I’ve waited long enough.”
“What’s the magic word, Jiung?”
Blood rushed towards his cock at the way your saccharine voice wrapped around the syllables of his name. He imagined the same lips, oh so pink and kissable, wrapping around something else of his instead. “Quick, we don’t have time! You always do this, I need to go soon.”
“Always so impatient.” You tsked in feigned disapproval, but deep down, you liked it. You liked how Jiung couldn’t get enough of you, how he needed you so desperately, like a burning desire within him that could never be satiated. Even after ending every video call with a promise to never watch each other cum ever again, he always came running back to you, begging to watch you touch yourself. To him, nothing could beat watching you get off on him and his voice.
“Your shirt, Y/N.” Jiung insisted, voice firm and hard. Almost as firm and hard as his thick cock, straining against the confines of his dirt-stained work pants. 
Your pussy pulsed in response, leaking helplessly at his harsh command. After all, as the darling daughter of the most respected upper class family, you were raised to obey orders. You were always a good girl, and always eager to please. You propped the phone up against the pillow and got on your knees for Jiung, ensuring that your upper half was within the frame. With a sultry grin, you dragged your hands up your body, shivering when your fingers came into contact with your stiff nipples.
“Y/N,” He warned dangerously, but you liked playing games. His words fell on deaf ears as you kept playing with yourself, maintaining the slow pace. “Why would you even forget your bra? You like that everyone can see your nipples, huh? Is that it? Slut.”
“Yes, Jiung. I’m your slut.” You moaned, fingers pinching your buds through the thin fabric of your collared button-down. You were a good girl, but you loved bending the rules every now and then, with and for Jiung. And Jiung loved that he tainted you, the girl who embodied innocence and purity. He loved that he stained your whiteness with his dirtiness, like how he dreamed of painting your soft, supple skin with his hot cum.
Jiung cursed under his breath, and you heard him fumbling on the other end of the line. He scrambled to get his bottoms off and sighed in relief when his heavy cock was released. “Go on, what are you waiting for? Touch yourself for me.”
A dark, twisted part of you loved being spoken to in that way. The tension that built up from having to stand still in front of everyone while Jiung undressed you with his eyes got you all worked up. Now, it already felt like a release to take off your clothes and shed the persona you were forced to put on for the rest of the world. Because you knew when Jiung called you like this, you were reduced to nothing more than his girl; his slut. 
So you did as you were told and spread your legs on either side of the phone. You wore a maxi skirt that went all the way to your ankles to remain modest, but you couldn’t imagine what others would say if they saw you exposing your skin, let alone flashing your wet panties to Jiung, of all people, on the other side of the call. 
“Shit, you’re soaking, Y/N. So wet and we haven’t even got started…” Jiung mumbled, head spinning at the wet spot on your lacy white panties. His finger thumbed over an identical stain on his boxers, teasing himself as he spread the precum around his tip.
“It’s because you always look at me like that…” You whined, hands itching to touch your centre. But you knew better than that; you knew to wait for his instructions.
“Like what?” He smirked cockily. 
“Like you want to eat me up.”
“So what if I do? Hmm?” He hummed in response. “You know I’d do anything to eat your sweet pussy, my love.”
You moaned desperately, body heating up at his choice of words. “Jiung…”
“My sweet girl… Go ahead, touch yourself over your panties.”
You obeyed, lips parting in a sigh as your fingers came in contact with your centre. You placed pressure against your hole and felt yourself clench around nothing. Oh, you would give anything and everything to have his calloused fingers inside your gummy walls instead. But alas, it would never happen.
So you settled with this instead. Having his addictive voice guide you to completion over the phone was better than not having him at all. “Push your panties aside for me, yes, that’s it. Put a finger in.” Jiung instructed. He released a breathy moan when his fingers wrapped around his length and began stroking himself.
Your middle finger slipped inside your entrance easily given how soaked you were. It was a relief – small, but a relief nonetheless. You pumped your fingers in and out, maintaining a steady pace. From the corner of your eye, you could make out Jiung’s handsome face contorting in pleasure as he stroked his cock, matching your pace.
“How does it feel? Tell me, baby.” He breathes out, always a sucker for your strained voice and soft whispers.
“Good…” You trailed off, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “Ah, but I wish it was your fingers inside…” You whined.
Jiung grunted in reply to your whiny cries, increasing his pace. “So do I, baby. Been thinking about stuffing your tight pussy with my fingers all day. I’d get you all stretched and ready for my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes!” You cried desperately.
“I know you would, my little slut. Everyone thinks you’re such a good girl, but look at you now. What do you think they’d say? Put another finger in for me, go on.”
You obliged willingly, breath hitching at the feeling of being stretched further. Jiung was hypnotised, his eager eyes glued to the phone screen to watch your walls stretch and accommodate an additional finger. He couldn’t help but imagine replacing your fingers with his throbbing length and thrusting deep inside, over and over and over again until you both reached your climaxes. He loved tainting you; loved ruining the perfect image that the world sees of you.
“Jiung…” Your soft voice pulled him out of his trance. “Wanna see you, please…”
He knew exactly what you were asking for. He lifted up his shirt and angled the phone upwards, giving you the most delectable view of his thick girth and the numerous tattoos littered on his skin. You watched, transfixed, core pulsating as he stroked his cock hurriedly, harsh pants leaving his parted lips.
“How’s the view?” Jiung questioned with a handsome smirk on his face. 
You hummed in approval. “You’re so hot, Jiung.” 
“Right back at you, sweetheart. One more finger, c’mon. You know you can do it.”
Your lips fell apart in choked moans when you added the third finger. It could barely fit. You felt so full.
“God, you’re taking them so well. Doing so good, baby. Are you close?”
You nodded, cheeks flushed at the wet sounds your cunt made as you pumped your fingers in and out. 
“Me too. Rub your clit, yes… Good girl, just like that.”
“Jiung! Jiung, I’m close, Jiung…” Your mind was flooded with thoughts of Jiung and Jiung only, as you chanted his name repeatedly like a sacred prayer. You were so close, rubbing quickly to chase your release. 
“Yes, Y/N, so good, you’re doing so well for me.” Jiung moaned, mirroring your actions. He was running his mouth and babbling at this point. “Want to cum in your tight pussy and fill you up. I’ll stuff you full of my cum, put your panties back on and make you keep it inside… The world needs to know who you belong to.”
“You, Jiung! I belong to you, only you!”
“Fuck!” He swore, not expecting you to say something like this. It was so intimate – you took him completely by surprise. It was like a switch flipped inside him. The next thing he knew, his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and he was cumming messily all over himself. 
Watching his cum leak out in hot spurts made your walls clench tightly on your fingers. The image of him reaching his climax threw you over the edge, pleasure coursing deliciously through your veins as you reached your sweet release. 
It was intense this time, more intense than any of the previous calls. Even though you weren’t in the same room, you could feel the air had shifted. 
You both took a moment to compose yourself, to steady your breaths and heartbeats. But just as you were about to break the silence, you heard footsteps approaching the room.
“Damn it, I have to go.” You stared at him, panicked, yet your expression was uncertain and conflicted, like you were experiencing a whole range of emotions in a matter of seconds. 
Jiung was staring so intently at you, waiting for you to say goodbye and end the call. But why did he feel so reluctant this time? 
“I –” He started.
But you cut him off. “Sorry. See you, Jiung.”
You ended the call. For a few seconds, you just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing yourself to imagine what life would be like if you could be with him in person, and not just through a phone screen. 
And then you realised that today was Friday, and the maids were out looking for you to get you ready and all dolled up for dinner at the government house. Instead of returning the phone to its usual resting place under the pillow, you pocketed it for a change. You weren’t too sure why, but your gut was telling you it was the right thing to do.
You ended the call. For a long time, Jiung just stared at the black screen, selfishly allowing himself to imagine what life would be like if he could call you his, and not just through a phone screen. His lower body and tattoos were still covered in cum, and he curses into the darkness when he realises…
“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered, his words drifting off into the endless void between the two of you.
[7:49pm] jiung: sent a photo.
[7:51pm] jiung: can’t stop thinking about you
[7:51pm] jiung: i need you so bad, please y/n…
[7:51pm] y/n: me too, i want you inside me
[7:51pm] y/n: you can use the maid’s entrance. i’ll sneak out of this dinner, meet me in 20
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hksool · 11 months ago
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hiii! could you do bf!jiung texts where he keeps texting reader but they never respond cs theyve been busy all day and he starts to get worried?😭
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synopsis. jiung spamming and getting worried bc u don't answer his texts
pairing. bf! jiung x reader genre. fluff
a/n. english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i loved this request, it's so cute, thank u for taking the time to request, i appreciate it 💓 !! :))) let me know if you'd like to be tagged !! SOON I'LL BE UPLOADING MORE REQUESTS !! IM ALREADY WORKING ON THEM 🤍
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You and Jongseob had planned a day out at the mall, strolling through the bustling aisles, window shopping and enjoying each other's company. It was a typical date, nothing out of the ordinary.
As Jongseob stepped into a busy sports store, you waited outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling through your phone to pass the time. You look up from your phone to check on Jongseob when a shadow fell over you.
"Hey there, beautiful," a deep voice said, making you jump. You looked up to see a tall, blonde guy with dark almost black eyes standing way too close for comfort. He had a cocky smile on his face, and there was something about him that set off an alarm in your head.
"Can I help you?" you asked, trying to sound assertive, but your voice came out a little shaky.
"I just wanted to say, you're stunning. I haven't seen anyone as gorgeous as you," he purred, his eyes roaming over your body. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you weren't flattered. Something about his gaze made you feel exposed.
"Thank you, but I'm waiting for my boyfriend," you replied, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. But this guy obviously wasn't getting the message.
"Oh, come on, one date won't hurt." he persisted, his eyes glinting with determination. "You deserve some fun, and I promise, it'll be worth it."
You shook your head, firmly stating, "No, I have a boyfriend, and I'm not interested." You tried to step away, but he moved closer, cornering you against the wall. His scent, a mix of cologne and something musky, invaded your senses, making you feel nauseous.
"Don't be like that, babe. Let me take you out" he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. His hand grazed your waist, and you shivered, but not from pleasure.
“Y/N where’d you go love?” You hear jongseobs voice call out to you. Just then, Jongseob stormed out of the store, his eyes blazing with anger. He took in the scene—the stranger too close for comfort, his hand on your body, and you, frozen in place. His face turned dark with rage.
"Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole" Jongseob snarled, grabbing the stranger by the collar and yanking him away from you. The guy stumbled back, his cocky smile fading as he realized he'd picked the wrong target.
"Seobie, it's okay, he wasn't doing anything," you softly protested, but John wasn't listening. He was seething, his fists clenched tightly.
"You think you can just hit on my girl and get away with it?" He growled, his voice was filled with disbelief, almost laughing at the scene in front of him. The stranger, now pale with fear, holding up his hands in surrender.
"Hey, man, I didn't know she was taken. I'm sorry, okay? No need to get violent," he stammered, his eyes darting around, looking for a way to get away from his grip.
Jongseob's grip tightened on the blondes collar, and you could see the veins on his forearms looking at you. "You stay the fuck away from her, you hear me? She's mine"
The stranger nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear. "Yeah, sure, man. I get it. I won't come near her again. I swear."
Jongseob shoved him away, and the guy stumbled, almost falling to the ground before hurrying off, disappearing into the crowd. You felt a mix of emotions—relieved that the guy was gone, but also anxious by Jongseob's sudden outburst.
Jongseob turned to you, his eyes still burning with anger. "Get in the car, now," he ordered, his voice harsh. You flinched at his tone, but you knew better than to argue. You followed him to the parking lot, getting more and more anxious with every step
Once inside the car, Jongseob started the engine, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I can't take you anywhere without you attracting every fuckboy in town," he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're a fucking magnet for trouble, you know that?"
You sat quietly, stunned by his words. This wasn't like your Seobie; he was usually so calm and collected. when guys would hit on you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.
"Don't even try to deny it. I saw the way that guy was all over you, and how you loved every second of it." His voice rose, his anger was making your hands shake. "You love the attention, don't you?“ You want to respond but your heart feels too heavy to speak. “You're mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."
Your heart sank as his words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to explain, to tell him that the guy had made you uncomfortable, but Jongseob wasn't listening. It’s like his jealousy was blinding him.
As he drove, his grip on the wheel tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. You knew this wasn't the time to argue. Jongseob was a ticking time bomb, and you needed to defuse the situation.
"Seobie, please, he was just being persistent. I told him no, but he didn't listen. I'm sorry if it looked like I was encouraging him," you said, your voice soft and pleading. "I love you, and you know that."
"Let’s go." he whispers aggressively grabbing your wrist, his breath hot against your ear. You let him guide you to your shared room and roughly push you down onto the soft bed. He tightly secures the blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, making you hyperaware of every sound and touch. You hear the soft rustle of clothing and feel the cool air on your skin as Jongseob undresses you swiftly, his fingers trailing along your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
You feel his lips find your neck, and he starts planting needy, wet kisses along your sensitive skin. Biting down hard every chance he could. His hands find your breasts, his aggressive touches making you jump. You surrender to the darkness and the sensations, feeling Jongseobs hands exploring your body. His fingers glide across your nipples, teasing them to hardness before he takes each one into his mouth, sucking and tugging violently. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back. His tongue traces patterns on your abdomen, making you squirm as it nears your aching pussy.
You try to distract yourself and not give into all his teasing until Jongseonz mouth finally reaches your throbbing clit. He parts your folds with his tongue, exploring your wetness, and moan in pleasure as he finds your sweet spot. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body. You feel around and grip at his hair but he slaps your hand off and pulls away. “you know the rules.
As your moans fill the room, Jongseob pulls away leaving you feeling more needy than before and then suddenly.
drip.
drip..
drip…
The hot wax makes you squirm. You try to feel around for the wax but you feel jongseob grab your wrists with his hand. “You’re not being good Y/N…” he argued. You try to pay attention but he keeps dripping the wax onto you. Making it hard to focus, until you feel a cold metal on your wrist.
click.
click.
you hear as the metal tightens on your wrist.
click
click.
you hear as he handcuffs you to the bed.
"Seobie , please..." you beg, your voice hoarse with desire. He clicks his tongue. “You’re so impatient.” You feel his long fingers harshly jam into you, quickly going in and out. You feel the tension coiling tightly within you, ready to snap. Just as you're about to climax, he stops abruptly, leaving you teetering on the precipice of pleasure.
"Cumming so soon?" he teases. He stands, and you sense him looming over you, his presence dominating the space. Suddenly, you feel a firm hand on your throat
"You’re such a slut for me. isn’t that right?" he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Yes i’m your slut!” you say through your tears, his other hand reaching down to stroke your throbbing pussy. His fingers plunge into your wetness, curling and hitting all the right spots. You feel like putty under his touch.
The combination of sensations is overwhelming. The chokehold clouds your mind, making the pleasure more intense as he fucks you with his fingers, pushing you closer to the brink.
"I want to feel you, all of you," he whispers, his voice raw with need. With gentle but firm hands, he guides your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel the head of his cock teasing your slick folds, circling your entrance, teasing you.
"Please, seobie..." you plead, desperate for him to fill the emptiness inside you. He teases you further, sliding just the tip inside, then pulling out, making you whimper. Finally, he thrusts forward, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You moan loudly with warm tears running down your face as he stretches you, accommodating his thickness.
Jongseob finally begins to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with purpose. The loss of sight heightens the sensation, making you focus on every inch of his cock as it glides in and out of your tight pussy. His hands grip your thighs, leaving marks on your sensitive skin as he picks up the pace.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. He leans forward, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you, over and over. The force of his thrusts drives you deeper into the mattress, each one pushing you closer to the edge.
Without warning, he pulls out, leaving you empty and desperate. He flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, making you cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Such a good girl," he praises, his hand caressing the stinging skin.
He positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills you again, this time from behind. The new angle hits all your sweet spots, making you let out a loud moan, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.
Jongseobs hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as he establishes a relentless rhythm. He fucks you with abandon, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your senses overwhelmed as he drives you closer to the brink once more.
"Cum for me." he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel it..."
His words are your undoing. You tighten around him, your pussy milking his cock as you climax, crying out as pleasure surges through your body. Jongsoeb follows, groaning as he empties himself deep inside you, his hips jerking uncontrollably.
In the aftermath, he collapses onto your back, his chest heaving against yours. Slowly, he removes the blindfold, and grabs the key to uncuff you. His hands caressing your now red wrists. You turn in his arms, your bodies still joined, and look into his eyes, seeing the love and desire reflected there.
"I’m sorry baby” you say softly into his chest. He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes. "It’s not your fault angel” he says softly into your ear before kissing your head.
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ksnfangz · 1 year ago
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— ★ ₊˚ ARE YOU JEALOUS ?
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★ ₊˚ Request ! : “Hii! Hope you're doing good :) I wanted to request a jiung scenario (from the p1harmony request thingy heh), kind of best friends au, but you both have feelings for each other. Maybe you're close to another member and he gets jealous (?) you can decide how the rest goes! With promt #21 from the fluff list, and the scenario: "one gaming (or focusing on something) normally whilst the other styles their hair in silly little ways". Thank you so much in advance ^^”
★ ₊˚ paring: Jealous!jiung x bestfriend!reader
★ ₊˚ Genre: fluff
★ ₊˚ word count: 0.4k
★ ₊˚ A/N ; tysm for making this request and being so polite and patient i’m sorry that’s it so short!! sorry for any errors. hope you enjoy :) if you’d also like to make a request for any piwon or enhypen member the prompt list are here
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“ cut it out, I’m trying to focus.” jiung whined pushing your hands out of his hair. “ what’s your issue?”
His issue? what’s his issue? you’ve been practically ignoring him all day seemingly too occupied by the super amazing and handsome Theo.
It was torture watching you two all day, talking, laughing, glued at the hips. Jiung was two more giggles away from jumping off the nearest cliff but, he wasn’t jealous you're his best friend after all it's normal for you both to hang out with other people. Or at least that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself.
“ I don’t have an issue I’m just trying to focus on the game… if you wanna talk to someone why not go to Theo since you seemed to enjoy being with him so much.” the boy scoffed fingers gliding naturally across his keyboard as he skillfully kills another player.
“What are you talking about– Hold on, are you jealous?” you smirk pulling his head back, forcing him to look up at you.
“ What’s there to be jealous of?” Jiung replied. “ Maybe you should ask yourself that.” you say wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He did ask himself, and each time he'd get the same answer.
“ If you’re so sad about me spending time with Theo why don’t you ask me out so we can spend time together alone.” You state boldly.
Jiung freezes, the words “ game over.” flashing red on his screen as he slowly turns around to look at you. Not even acknowledging the loss of his kill streak.
He must’ve miss heard you.
“ W-what did you say?” Jiung asks
“ I said since you’re so bothered by me hanging out with Theo you should ask me out yourself.” you repeat using the hair tie on your writs to pull the male's hair into a ponytail before carefully pulling a few strands free to frame his face. All the while Jiung stared up at you seemingly lost in thought.
“ Your hair looks cute like this,” you say almost too normally for jiungs liking. Why were you acting so normal as if you didn’t just tell the boy to ask you out on a date?
“ Y/n ?”
“ Yes.”
“ Do you want to go on a date with me?” the boy asks voice cracking slightly from how nervous he was.
“ only been waiting years for you to ask.” you reply playfully rolling your eyes.
“ oh shut up.” Jiung says shoving your shoulder his cheeks red as a tomato as he turns back to his game ready to respawn.
“ Oh wait.” he says holding his hands out for you to grab which you do watching as he guides your hands back into his hair.
“ I want pigtails now.” He says before resuming his game.
“ You are something else.”
“ yeah, but you like it.”
“ yeah… I do.”
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as always likes and reblogs are appreciated but not required thank you for reading ily <33
© 𝐊𝐒𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐙. please do not plagiarise, repost, copy or translate any of my works!
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sweetmisery · 1 month ago
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bet on love | pt.2
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summary: a risky bet between Jiung and Intak threatens to damage both their relationship and their relationship with their stylist
pairing: jiung x intak x female!reader
genre: angst, fluff
warnings: conflict, jealousy
word count: 6.3k
a/n: i'm finally finished with part 2 of 'bet on love' ♡ thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first part, i really hope you like the ending (sorry, i'm biased haha)!! i'm currently writing more piwon stories and i can't wait to share them with you and i'm also open for any story requests :)
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part 1
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Intak’s voice filled the room, his usual playful energy returning to the atmosphere. He was singing some upbeat pop song, moving with exaggerated confidence and shooting you occasional winks as if to remind you that, no matter what Jiung had done, Intak was still in the game. His voice was decent, but it wasn’t about that. It was the showmanship, the charisma - the way he commanded attention.
You smiled awkwardly, trying to get back into the spirit of the night, but it was impossible to shake the tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. You glanced over at Jiung, who was still sitting beside you, but he was quiet now, his expression distant as he sipped his drink. The playful spark from earlier had vanished, replaced by something darker, more brooding.
Intak finished the song with a flourish, tossing the mic onto the couch and giving an exaggerated bow. “Thank you, thank you,” he said with a smirk. “Not bad, right?”
You forced a laugh, clapping softly. “Yeah, not bad.”
But Jiung didn’t even react, just stared at the screen as if lost in thought. His earlier warmth had been replaced by a coolness that tightened your chest. The intimacy of your moment earlier had been shattered, and now you weren't sure how to get it back.
Intak, however, didn’t seem to notice - or maybe he didn’t care. He grabbed a drink from the table and plopped down on the couch, his arm casually draped over the back of the seat near your shoulder. You felt a jolt of something - discomfort, maybe? Or was it excitement? You couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was a blur of conflicting emotions.
“So, what’s next?” Intak asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Another round of karaoke, or do we mix it up?”
You bit your lip, trying to find your footing again. “Uh, I don’t know… maybe we-"
But before you could finish, Jiung suddenly stood up, cutting you off. His movements were swift and abrupt like he’d made a decision in the split second of standing. His face was calm, but his eyes were intense, focused directly on Intak.
“I need to talk to y/n,” Jiung said, his voice steady, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach flip. “Alone.”
Intak blinked, clearly not expecting this, but he recovered quickly, a slow smirk forming on his lips. “Oh? You need a little private moment? I didn’t realize karaoke night was gonna be so dramatic.”
Your heart raced as you looked between the two of them. The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface now felt like it was on the verge of boiling over.
“Intak,” Jiung continued, ignoring the teasing, “just give us a minute.”
For the first time, Intak’s grin faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Why, though? What’s the rush? We’re all having fun, right?” His tone was light, but there was something dangerous in it, like he wasn’t about to back down easily.
You swallowed hard, caught between the two of them, your pulse pounding in your ears. This wasn’t what tonight was supposed to be. It was supposed to be fun, carefree, a chance to relax. But now… everything felt heavy.
You didn’t want a confrontation. Not here. Not now. But you couldn’t deny the urgency in Jiung’s eyes - the way he looked at you as if he had something important to say, something that couldn’t wait any longer.
“Intak,” you said gently, your voice quieter now. “Just… give us a minute, okay?”
Intak’s eyes flicked toward you, a mix of confusion and irritation crossing his face. But then he sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Fine. I’ll go grab some air,” he said, pushing himself off the couch. He shot Jiung a look as he passed him. “But don’t think this changes anything.”
Jiung didn’t respond, his jaw tight as he watched Intak leave the room. The door clicked shut, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted again. The air felt thicker, heavier, and you were acutely aware of how close Jiung was standing now.
He turned to face you, his eyes softening as they met yours. The intensity from before had melted into something warmer, but still serious, and your heart raced under the weight of it.
“I’m sorry,” Jiung began quietly, his voice sincere. “I didn’t mean for tonight to turn into… whatever this is.”
You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s okay. I’m just… not sure what’s going on between you two.”
Jiung sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat back down beside you, closer than before. “There’s been this… thing between me and Intak. This rivalry. But it’s not just about the group, y/n. It’s… about you.”
You froze, your heart skipping as his words sunk in. You had known there was tension, had known there was something more behind their playful jabs, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real.
“Me?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Jiung nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. I didn’t want to admit it before, but I like you, y/n. More than just as a friend. And I think Intak does too.”
The weight of his confession hit you all at once, sending your mind spinning. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. You weren't sure what to say - what to feel. Because the truth was, you had started to feel something too. For both of them.
Jiung reached out, his hand gently covering yours. His touch was warm, grounding, and you felt your breath catch as he leaned in slightly.
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m happy I get to spend time with you like this. Just us.”
Your eyes locked, the room growing impossibly still. Your heart pounded, the flutter in your chest almost unbearable. You had always known Jiung was sweet, thoughtful, the kind of guy who made you feel safe. And now, sitting here with him, everything felt right.
But before you could say anything, the door opened again.
Intak stood in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on Jiung’s hand over yours. His expression darkened, his usual playful smirk gone.
“So,” Intak said slowly, his voice colder than before. “What did I miss?”
The room was thick with tension.
Intak stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on both Jiung´s and your hand. His usual cocky grin had faded, replaced by something darker, more serious. Your heart pounded, your pulse quickening as you felt the weight of the moment. Jiung hadn’t moved, his hand still resting on yours, a quiet defiance in his posture.
"Nothing much," Jiung said evenly, his voice calm but with an underlying tension. "We were just talking."
Intak raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning but with less of his usual bravado. “Talking, huh?” He closed the door behind him and stepped forward, his eyes flicking back and forth between Jiung and you. “Looks more like something else.”
You shifted uncomfortably, caught between them. You could feel the weight of Jiung’s earlier confession hanging in the air, the vulnerability of that moment now twisted by Intak’s arrival. You hadn’t expected this - hadn’t expected any of this -and now, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.
Jiung’s jaw tightened. “What are you even doing here, Intak? This was supposed to be just me and y/n.”
Intak’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something like jealousy crossing his face. “Oh, come on,” he said with a casual shrug. “You didn’t think I was just going to let you have her to yourself, did you?”
Your heart stopped for a moment. Let you have her to yourself? The way he said it, like you were some prize to be won - it made you feel sick. You opened your mouth to say something, to push back, but before you could, Jiung stood up, stepping closer to Intak.
“Back off, Intak,” Jiung warned, his voice low. “This isn’t a game.”
“Oh really?” Intak shot back, his tone suddenly sharper. “Because it sure felt like one when we made that bet.”
The words slipped out before he could stop them, and the second they hung in the air, the room fell silent.
Your heart sank. Slowly, you turned to look at Intak, your mind reeling. “What… what did you just say?”
Intak’s eyes widened in realization, his face paling. “Wait, y/n, I didn’t mean-”
But it was too late. The damage was done. The truth had slipped out, and it hit you like a freight train. You stared at Intak, your heart pounding in your chest, as the reality of his words began to sink in. “A bet?” you repeated, your voice trembling. “You two made a bet about me?”
Jiung’s face was stricken, his hands coming up as if to explain, to defuse the situation. “Y/n, it’s not what you think-”
“No,” you interrupted, your voice sharp. You stood up, your chest tightening as anger and betrayal surged through you. “Don’t. Just don’t.”
The air felt stifling, too thick to breathe. Everything around you - the laughter, the moments you had shared with both Jiung and Intak over the past weeks - now felt tainted, fake. You thought they cared about you, that their rivalry was just playful teasing, but this? A bet? It made your stomach turn.
“I can’t believe you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you took a shaky step back. Your eyes darted between them, both looking guilty, both trying to say something to fix this, but nothing they could say would change the truth.
Jiung took a step toward you, his hand reaching out. “Y/n, please, let me explain. It was stupid. It wasn’t supposed to-”
“No.” You backed away, shaking your head. “I don’t want to hear it.”
You needed to get out of there. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the walls pressing in, suffocating you. You couldn’t stand to look at either of them - couldn’t stand to be in the same space. You turned toward the door, your breath coming faster, your mind racing.
“Y/n, wait,” Jiung called after you, his voice desperate. He took another step forward, his hand brushing your arm as you reached for the door.
But you yanked your arm away, your voice sharp with emotion. “No, Jiung. Just… just leave me alone.”
The betrayal in your chest felt like it was burning a hole through you, and all you could think about was getting out of there, as fast as you could. You didn’t care where you were going - you just needed to be away from them.
You yanked the door open and stormed out, your footsteps quick and unsteady as you made your way down the narrow hallway of the karaoke bar. Your heart was racing, your eyes burning with the threat of tears you refused to let fall. Not here. Not in front of them.
Behind you, you heard Jiung calling your name again, his voice pained. But you didn’t turn around. You didn’t stop.
“Y/n, please!” Jiung’s voice followed you, but you kept walking, pushing through the entrance and into the cool night air. The chill hit you like a slap, but it did nothing to calm the storm swirling inside you. You took a deep breath, your mind spinning, trying to make sense of everything.
A bet. A stupid, childish bet.
How had you not seen it? How had you missed the signs that what you thought were genuine feelings, genuine moments, were just part of some twisted game? And the worst part was, you didn’t even know if either of them actually cared about you - or if they were just trying to win.
You felt sick. Hurt. Betrayed. Everything you'd thought you understood about Jiung and Intak, about their weird rivalry and the growing tension between them, now felt twisted beyond recognition.
“Y/n!” Jiung’s voice cut through the night air, closer now.
You spun around, your eyes flashing with anger. “Stop, Jiung! Just stop!”
He froze, standing a few feet away, his chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths. His face was pale, his eyes filled with regret, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. Not now.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “It was stupid. I never should have-”
“Yeah,” you interrupted, your voice bitter. “You shouldn’t have.”
You didn’t wait for him to respond. You turned on your heel and walked away, the cold night air stinging your cheeks as you put as much distance between yourself and the karaoke bar as you could. You didn’t know where you were going, but it didn’t matter.
All you knew was that you needed to get away - from them, from the betrayal, from everything.
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The days after the karaoke bar incident blurred together. You had taken time off from work, isolating yourself to process what had happened. Every time you replayed the moment in your head when Intak had let it slip about the bet, you felt that same sharp sting of betrayal all over again. How could they have made you into some sort of game?
You spent those days alternating between anger, confusion, and sadness. Sometimes you felt foolish for letting yourself get so close to both of them. And other times, you found yourself missing the fun, the laughter - missing Jiung’s shy smiles, Intak’s playful teasing. But the sting of what they had done lingered, preventing you from reaching out to either of them.
One afternoon, while sitting on your couch with a cup of tea, your phone buzzed. A message.
It was from Keeho. He had always been a steady presence, the one who kept the group grounded. You opened the text and read:
Keeho: Hey y/n, I just wanted to check in. I heard what happened with Intak and Jiung. I’m sorry about how they treated you. They’ve both been a mess since you left. We miss you backstage - hope you’ll come back soon. The team really needs you.
You sighed, your fingers tracing over the words. Keeho was sweet, and part of you felt guilty for leaving without a word. You hadn’t meant to cause a stir, but you couldn’t face them - couldn’t face him. Jiung, especially. You thought about him constantly, wondering why he hadn’t reached out. But then again, you had told him to stop. Maybe he was respecting your wishes, giving you space. Or maybe he just didn’t care as much as you had thought.
Suddenly your phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t Keeho.
It was Intak.
You stared at the screen, your heart speeding up as you hesitated to open the message. After a moment, you tapped it, curiosity getting the better of you.
Intak: Hey, y/n. I know I’m the last person you want to hear from right now, but I feel awful about everything. I wanted to see if we could talk? After tonight’s performance? I owe you an explanation. Please?
Your chest tightened as you read the message. You could feel the guilt in his words, but you weren't sure if that was enough. You had trusted him - or at least, you thought you had. Now, all that trust felt shaky, fragile.
Still, your mind buzzed with questions. Why had they made that bet? Why hadn’t Jiung said anything? What was Intak hoping to explain? The curiosity gnawed at you. Part of you didn’t want to meet him, didn’t want to dredge up all the feelings you had been trying to push away. But another part of you, the part that needed closure, wanted to hear what he had to say.
You sighed, typing out a quick reply before you could change your mind.
You: Okay. I’ll meet you backstage after the performance.
You sent the message and sat back, staring out the window, wondering what you would say when you finally faced Intak. You still weren´t sure if you wanted to forgive him - or Jiung. But at least this way, you could get some answers.
The evening crept in quickly, and you found yourself nervously pacing the living room as the time approached. You hadn’t been backstage since the karaoke bar incident, and now the thought of seeing Intak again made your heart race. You weren´t even sure if it was anger or something else that made you feel this way.
When your phone buzzed again with a message from Intak telling you they had wrapped up their performance, you grabbed your coat and headed out, feeling the cool night air hit your skin as you walked to where you had agreed to meet.
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You arrived at one of the dressing rooms and sat down on the sofa, the soft hum of the air conditioner doing little to settle your nerves. Your mind kept wandering back to Jiung - why hadn’t he tried to reach out? You had shut him down, yes, but still… you had thought he’d make some effort. The silence hurt more than you wanted to admit.
The sound of the door opening brought you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Intak walk in, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. He looked different. Not his usual self-assured, cocky persona. Instead, he looked tired, almost vulnerable.
“Hey,” Intak said, his voice soft as he took a seat next to you on the sofa.
“Hey,” you replied, your voice steady, though your heart wasn’t. You were still angry, still hurt, but there was something else too - a need for answers, for some kind of understanding.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Intak shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck before letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks for meeting me. I know I’m the last person you probably want to see right now.”
“You’re right about that,” you said bluntly, not sugarcoating the truth. “But I need to hear what you have to say.”
Intak nodded, looking down at the table before meeting your eyes again. “I messed up,” he started. “We messed up. The bet was stupid, and I shouldn’t have gone along with it. I know that.”
You stayed silent, your eyes locked on him, waiting for him to continue.
“But it wasn’t just a game for me after a while,” Intak said, his voice growing softer, more thoughtful. “At first, yeah, it was a dumb bet, but then things changed. I started to like you, y/n. Really like you. And… I didn’t want to lose.”
You flinched at his words. “So it was about winning?” you asked, your voice sharp. “Not about how I felt?”
“No,” Intak said quickly, shaking his head. “It’s not like that. I thought I could make you like me too. But the truth is… Jiung liked you way before I even realized what I was feeling.”
Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jiung. You hadn’t expected the conversation to turn in that direction, and the thought of Jiung - the way things had been left between you -made your chest tighten.
Intak sighed again, leaning forward slightly. “I saw the way he looked at you, y/n. He’s liked you for a long time. Even before all this bet stuff started. And the more I saw it, the more I knew how much he cares about you. I can’t compete with that.”
You blinked, your mind racing as Intak’s words sank in. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Intak continued, his eyes steady on yours, “that if you’re going to give anyone a chance after all of this, it should be Jiung.”
Your breath caught in your throat. You had expected Intak to try to defend himself, to make excuses, but this - this was different. You hadn’t expected him to point you in Jiung’s direction. And as much as it surprised you, something about it rang true.
“I don’t understand,” you said, your voice quieter now. “Why would you say that?”
Intak gave a small, sad smile. “Because I saw how happy you were with him. You spent all that time together when he was hurt, and I could tell. You looked at him differently. And I saw the way he looked at you. He’s a good guy, y/n. He’s always been there for you, and he deserves a shot.”
Your mind raced. You had spent those days alone with Jiung after his injury, and during that time, you had started seeing him in a different light. He had been so sweet, so vulnerable. There had been a softness in his eyes when he looked at you, a gentleness in the way he spoke to you. And you had felt it too - something shifting between the two of you.
But now, sitting here with Intak, hearing him say these things, you realized you had been avoiding your own feelings. You had been so caught up in the betrayal, in the chaos of the bet, that you hadn’t let yourself fully process what you might feel for Jiung.
“I don’t know,” you murmured, your voice hesitant, your mind swirling with doubt and confusion. “I mean, Jiung… he’s always been kind to me, but after what happened…”
Intak leaned back on the sofa, folding his arms as he watched you. “I get that it’s hard to trust us after what we did. But Jiung really cares about you. More than I think even he knows how to show.”
You looked down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your thoughts pulling you in different directions. Jiung had always been the quiet one, the one who didn’t push too hard, who let things unfold naturally. And when you had spent that time together, it hadn’t felt forced or awkward - it had felt right. Comfortable. Easy.
You had seen a side of him you hadn’t fully understood before - his vulnerability, his gentle nature. And you had felt your heart softening toward him, even though you hadn’t realized it at the time.
“I don’t know if he feels the same way anymore,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I pushed him away when I left the karaoke bar. I told him to stop.”
Intak shook his head, his expression firm. “Trust me, y/n. He hasn’t stopped caring about you. He’s just… giving you space because you told him to. But I know Jiung. He’s not going to give up on you that easily.”
Your chest tightened as you considered Intak’s words. You had been so focused on the hurt and betrayal that you hadn’t let yourself think about what came next. But now, sitting here, your mind was filled with thoughts of Jiung - his shy smiles, the way his voice had made your heart flutter, the way he had always made you feel safe.
“I…” you started, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know what to do.”
Intak smiled gently. “Just… think about it. If you want to give someone a chance after all this, I’m telling you - Jiung’s the guy. He cares about you more than you realize.”
You nodded slowly, your mind still reeling from everything Intak had said. You didn’t know if you were ready to jump into anything yet, but the thought of Jiung - of seeing him again, of maybe giving him a chance - made your heart flutter with both nervousness and excitement.
“Thanks for telling me this,” you said softly, meeting Intak’s eyes.
Intak nodded. “I’m sorry, y/n. I really am. But I think Jiung’s the one you should be thinking about.”
As you sat there, your thoughts turned to Jiung. Maybe you did need to talk to him. Maybe you needed to figure out what your heart really wanted.
And maybe… it had been Jiung all along.
The tension between you and Intak had softened, and for the first time since everything had blown up, you felt like you could breathe again. Intak’s confession about Jiung - about how much Jiung liked you - had stirred something deep inside of you. You had known there was something special between you and Jiung, especially after spending so much time alone with him.
But now, sitting across from Intak, the guilt of the bet still lingering, there was another truth you hadn’t been ready to admit.
“Intak,” you said softly, looking down at your hands for a moment before meeting his eyes. “I need to be honest about something too.”
Intak raised an eyebrow, curiosity flashing across his face. “What is it?”
You bit your lip, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you, but you pushed forward anyway. “I… I kind of had a crush on you too,” you admitted, your voice quiet but steady.
“Wait, really?!” Intak’s eyes widened in surprise, and then, just as quickly, his expression shifted into that familiar teasing grin. “It was the abs, wasn’t it?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks flushing as you shook your head. “Yeah, it was definitely the abs,” you said, still giggling. “I mean, come on, you practically flaunt them.”
Intak laughed too, the tension in the air lifting as his smirk grew wider. “I knew it,” he said, clearly enjoying the moment. “All the hard work paid off.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, the laughter between you easing the lingering heaviness of the conversation. It felt good to laugh with him again, to feel the weight of the past few days lifting, even if just for a moment.
Intak leaned back, his smile softening as he glanced at you. “You know y/n, I’m really glad you told me that,” he said, his tone more serious now. “But if I’m being honest, I really think you and Jiung deserve each other. He’s crazy about you. Always has been.”
You smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “I think I’m starting to see that.”
Without missing a beat, Intak slid his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a friendly, comforting side-hug. It wasn’t romantic, but it was familiar, easy - just like the way things used to be. He looked down at you with a sincere smile. “I hope it works out between you two,” he said. “You both deserve to be happy.”
You leaned into the hug slightly, your heart lightened by his words. “Thank you, Intak,” you murmured, feeling grateful for the honesty between you now, the tension finally lifting. “I really appreciate you saying that.”
You sat there for a moment, the weight of the past few days seeming to fade away, replaced by a quiet understanding between you. You felt a strange sense of closure, like something had been resolved. You were still figuring out your feelings for Jiung, but you knew you weren´t alone in this anymore.
But just as you sat there, Intak’s arm still draped over your shoulder, the door suddenly opened.
You turned, your breath catching in your throat as Jiung stood there in the door frame.
The moment he saw you two - you sitting close to Intak, his arm wrapped around you - Jiung’s expression faltered. His usually calm and gentle demeanor cracked, and for a split second, you saw the hurt flash across his face.
“Jiung,” you said quickly, sitting up and instinctively pulling away from Intak. But the damage was already done. Jiung’s eyes flicked between the two of you, his jaw tightening as he took a hesitant step forward.
Intak, sensing the shift in the air, stood up slowly, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of peace. “Jiung, it’s not what it looks like,” he said calmly, though his voice was careful. “We were just talking.”
Jiung’s eyes lingered on you, a mixture of confusion and frustration in his gaze. “Talking?” he repeated, his voice quieter, but the hurt was clear. “It didn’t really look like talking.”
Your heart raced, panic rising as you stood up, stepping toward Jiung. “It’s true, Jiung,” you said, your voice steady but pleading. “We were just talking. About everything. About… you.”
Jiung’s expression softened slightly at your words, but the tension still hung heavy between you. “About me?” he asked, his voice filled with doubt.
Intak stepped back, his hands still raised in a non-threatening manner. “Yeah,” he said, his tone serious now. “Look, man, I came here to apologize. I told y/n everything, including the fact that you’ve been head over heels for her forever. And I told her that if anyone deserves a chance with her, it’s you.”
Jiung blinked, clearly taken aback by Intak’s words. The defensiveness in his posture began to ease, though the hurt still lingered in his eyes. He looked back at you, searching your face for confirmation.
You took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jiung. “It’s true,” you said softly. “Intak… he made me realize some things. About how I feel.”
Jiung’s eyes widened slightly, his breath catching. “And how do you feel?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart raced as you looked into Jiung’s eyes, the vulnerability and hope you had seen in him so many times before now laid bare. You felt your pulse quicken, your mind flashing back to all the moments the two of you had shared - his gentleness, his sweetness, the way he had always looked at you like you were someone special.
“I don’t know everything yet,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “But I do know that I want to find out… with you.”
Jiung’s eyes softened, the tension in his body melting away as he let out a shaky breath. “Y/n…” he murmured, his voice full of emotion.
Intak, sensing the moment wasn’t his to witness, took a step back with a small smile. “I’ll, uh… leave you two alone,” he said, giving both of you a nod before heading toward the door.
But before he left, he turned back to you with a grin. “And hey, y/n,” he called out. “The abs. They’re still here if you ever need ‘em.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension breaking as you rolled your eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Intak gave a playful salute and walked out, leaving you and Jiung standing together, the air between you now clear, open, and full of possibility.
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After Intak left, a nervous tension settled in the room. The lightheartedness that had come with his jokes disappeared, leaving you and Jiung standing there, unsure of how to navigate the silence. Jiung shifted his weight awkwardly, glancing at you before looking down at his feet, clearly searching for the right words. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a shy, uncertain look that made your heart race.
“So,” Jiung began, his voice quiet but filled with emotion, “what you said earlier… is it true?”
You met his gaze, feeling a nervous flutter in your chest. You hadn’t expected to be in this position, to be standing here, confessing something so personal. But there was no point in holding back now. “It is,” you said softly. “But… I still need to figure some things out.”
Jiung’s brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded, giving you the space to speak. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before continuing. “When I spent time with you after your injury, I started to see you differently. I realized what an amazing guy you are, Jiung. How kind, thoughtful, and sweet you can be. I really liked those weeks we spent together - just us. It made me feel closer to you.”
Jiung’s eyes softened as he listened, his nervousness easing just a little. You could see the hope flickering in his expression, but you weren´t finished.
“But,” you added, your voice a bit firmer now, “I was hurt. Hurt that you and Intak would make a bet about me. That you both turned my feelings into some kind of game.”
Jiung winced at your words, the guilt heavy on his face. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling with how to respond. After a moment, he exhaled slowly and spoke, his voice full of regret. “You’re right. The bet… it was stupid and childish, and I’m so sorry, y/n. I’ve liked you for a while now, and when Intak started showing interest, I panicked. I didn’t know what to do, so I went along with the bet because I couldn’t bear the thought of him going out with you.”
Your heart softened as you watched Jiung struggle with his words. His sincerity, his vulnerability - it reminded you of all the things you had come to appreciate about him. “So, it was more than just a bet?” you asked, your voice gentle now.
Jiung nodded, his eyes meeting yours. “Way more. I was trying so hard to win you over because I genuinely like you, y/n. I just… went about it the wrong way. I know the bet was stupid, and I wish I’d never agreed to it. But please,” he said, his voice filled with emotion, “give me a second chance. Let me prove to you that I’m serious about you. About us.”
You stared at him for a moment, your mind racing through all the emotions of the past few weeks. Jiung had hurt you, but he had also shown you kindness, warmth, and an undeniable connection. Slowly, a smile crept onto your face as you let the tension between the both of you dissolve.
“I think I can forgive you,” you teased, your voice playful as you watched Jiung’s eyes light up with relief.
Jiung let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a heavy weight lifting off his shoulders. He smiled, his dimples deepening as his usual, soft charm returned. “Thank you,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
There was a pause, a beat of quiet between you both, before Jiung hesitated and glanced at you again. “So… since we’re starting fresh,” he began, his voice a little more confident now, “would you like to go on a second date with me? This time, without Intak crashing it?”
You giggled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at Jiung’s sincerity. You leaned in close, your eyes twinkling with affection, before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Jiung’s face immediately flushed a deep shade of red, his eyes widening in surprise as his hand instinctively touched his cheek where your lips had been.
“I’d love to,” you said, your voice gentle but full of meaning.
Jiung stood there, frozen for a moment, still processing the fact that you had kissed him. His usual composed self had been completely replaced by a flustered boyishness that made your heart flutter. You watched as a shy grin spread across his face, unable to hide his happiness.
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-a few months later-
The backstage area was alive with the usual hustle and bustle before a performance. Staff moved around with purpose, checking mics, adjusting costumes, and making sure everything was ready for the show. In the corner of the room, however, you stood with Jiung, who was already in his stage outfit, looking every bit the star he was about to be.
You smiled at him, your eyes filled with pride and affection. You had been back at work for a while now, and things had been better than ever. Jiung and you had grown even closer, and now, you were officially dating. The group had been supportive, even teasing, but you didn’t mind. You were happy, and so was Jiung.
As Jiung finished getting his hair styled, you leaned in and pressed a quick, playful kiss to his cheek. Jiung’s eyes lit up, and he turned to you with that same, shy smile that still managed to make your heart race.
“You know I can’t focus when you do that,” Jiung teased, his voice soft as he gently took your hand in his.
You laughed, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “You’ll be fine. You always are.”
Just then, Intak walked by, catching the tender moment between you two. He rolled his eyes dramatically, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he made a gagging motion. “Ugh, disgusting,” he muttered, loud enough for them to hear.
Jiung shot him a playful glare before reaching out and lightly shoving Intak’s shoulder. “Shut up, man.”
Intak grinned, clearly enjoying the teasing. “What? I’m just saying, you two are nauseating.”
You laughed, shaking your head as Jiung gave you an apologetic smile. Despite the teasing, the three of you had grown past the awkwardness of the bet. The rivalry had dissolved into something more playful, and you were grateful for it. You had your closure, your happiness, and Jiung.
As the rest of the group prepared for their performance, Jiung turned back to you, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. “I’ll see you after the show?”
You smiled, leaning in for one more quick kiss before stepping back. “I’ll be waiting.”
Jiung grinned, his heart light as he headed toward the stage. You watched him go, your chest filled with warmth and contentment. This was where you were meant to be - with Jiung, with the group, and with a future that felt brighter than ever.
the end
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jamsterrr · 5 months ago
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P1HARMONY . . . IMAGINES ⭑.ᐟ
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P1HARMONY ,, on the perfect date.
( OT6 ) ‘ better together.
contains ‼️ : fluff , slight kissing , ass slapping ( let me know if i’m missing something )
a/n : lowkey didn’t realize how long these are 😟 ,, intak’s is my favorite 🥹‼️ I’m sorry for how bad some of these are 😭 I’ve had this for a couple of weeks and I’ve been trying to get them done, I’ll make up for it I promise 😖💙
link to my masterlist . . . !
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KEEHO ‹𝟹 | 기호
The two of you decided to go to a concert, finding the right prices to your favorite artist, sure it was in the middle, but that didn’t matter. Having only been dating for 3 months, and with his strict schedule at times, it was hard to find time. But when he came back to your shared apartment together, the two of you knowing about the concert and the tickets, it was something you could pass up.
The two of you decided to were matching outfits. Going out shopping a couple days before. Drinking smoothies, eating what some would consider ‘ fair food ‘ , sharing kisses and joking. Just enjoying time together.
“You look beautiful.” He spoke as he looked at you, adjusting your skirt slightly, pulling it a little not down your legs. You looked back at him with a smile, checking out him as well, his toned arms, muscles flexed showing through the shirt. And he swore his body wasn’t up to par. “Thank you, the skirt really brings it all together don’t you think?” You asked, he nodded. His toothy smile appearing as he walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, the cold buckle of his belt hitting your stomach.
Keeho grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to yelp, looking at him as he pressed a slight passionate kiss to your lips, you couldn’t help but to return it and kiss back. Your hands gripping onto the males shoulders.
After a couple of minutes, you pulled away as well as him so the two of you could catch your breath. “What was that for?” You asked, he laughed and shook his head. “Just kissing my girlfriend.” The male placed a soft smack to your ass, pulling away and taking your hand. Noticing your red face, but who wouldn’t?
The male opened the car door for you as he got in, starting the car and driving to the venue where the two of you would be seeing the person in concert. During the car ride, the two of you jammed to songs, laughed and told jokes. Your love language. Even though Keeho put sung you, you enjoyed hearing his voice.
“I’m just saying, $25 for some parking is so stupid.” He said, eventually finding a parking spot as you laughed, shaking your head. “I guess it’s just a way for them to make money” you shrugged, finishing the rest of your makeup, applying lipstick. “We already paid damn near $2,000 for some tickets, what do they want from me.” He finished the sentence off with a laugh, parking and shutting off the car. Of course he had to wait for you but after, the two of you held hands, swinging them as you got into the line.
V.I.P 1.
As you waited in line, the two of you talked, him back hugging you and the two of you taking pictures of each other, asking an older lady to take photos of the both of you. It was sweet and wholesome. As well as some people recognizing Keeho, but were totally respectful about the two of your privacies.
The line started to make its way inside, swiping the tickets the two of you grabbing something to drink, perhaps for your vocal cords. Once the two of you made your way to your respected place. Your heart began to fill up with excitement. Seeing your second favorite singer in concert, or just going to concerts and places in general was just so fun.
Keeho held your hand, swaying in the crowd as the stadium began to fill up, some music videos playing before the lights turned off. You looked around and to the male. Seeing such excitement in the males eyes as it was in yours.
And when the concert started it was like a sense of bliss and euphoria. The amazing sounds of the singers voices. It all was truly amazing. You sing along, got sweaty, screamed your heart out, with the male beside you. Holding your hand so the two of you wouldn’t get lost in the crowds of fans. It was all truly something. Truly perfect. Once the concert was over, the two of you made your way out of the building, a big smile on your face. “Babe..?” You mumbled as you looked at him, the male stopped in his tracks, looking at you as he hummed.
“I’m cold..” you whispered, rubbing your arms as the wind blew past you. Keeho laughed and took off your jacket. “I told you to bring a jacket.” He started and you rolled your eyes playfully. “I told you, it was either my outfit or my comfort, and I *had* to pick my outfit, it’s so nice!” You laughed and gently shoved his shoulder as he took off his jacket, allowing you to put it on. You wrapped it carefully around your arms as the jacket basically swallowed you, warming up your body in an instant.
The male softly took your hand and led you to the car, opening the door for you and getting in himself. When the two of you were ready, you both left and headed back to your shared apartment.
The two of you changed your clothes into something comfortable. Fangirling and boying about the concert as you laid comfortably on his chest and his long thin fingers rubbed shapes alongside your arm. “Thank you for today babe..” you mumbled, your eyes falling heavy. He smiled and shook his head, his chest slowly rising and falling as his eyes were closed as well. “It’s no problem, I’m glad we got to do it.” He replied. Your soft breath hitting his neck slightly as you moved your head to that area, a small kiss on his neck before you mumbled the words.
“It was perfect.”
THEO ‹𝟹 | 테오
Fishing was truly not your thing. No matter how much you tried to get used to it. Especially since it was one of your boyfriend’s favorite hobbies and past times. You still weren’t thrilled with the idea of going, but you wanted to at least experience it with him. Once. At least.
“I promise, it’s not as gross as you think!” He said excitedly. You nodded and smiled, looking at him. Doing things he loved always excited him, especially since you two always did things you liked.
“Do I have to touch the worms?” You asked. “Not unless you want to” he smiled and parked at a place. “We have to walk down from here” the male said as you nodded. Once the car was turned off, the both of you got out as Theo grabbed everything you needed. You grabbed the poles and the two of you followed a trail down to the fishing spots. A slight place covered in bush and trees. The spot was shady so the two of you wouldn’t get baked alive in the sun.
You also hauled the cooler that kept your snacks and drinks inside of it before setting the cooler down near the two chairs that Theo unfolded. It was peaceful, it was only you two so you could have some peace and this could be the perfect date for the two of you.
Sitting on the chair, you leaned back as Theo took off the lid to the worms. “I heard these always work better to catch fish, hopefully we can catch something for dinner” he laughed. Your eyes being glued to the lid. “I don’t know.. about that. But maybe” you laughed and leaned over.
Even though you were disgusted, you were still slightly fascinated with it. You watched as Theo’s skillful hands maneuvered his way through the dirt in the small can, wrapping the worm around the hook and tossing it into the water, leaning it on something sturdy so he could help you, who currently had your line tangled.
He laughed at you, helping you with the line. “Want to touch the worm?” The male asked as you shook your head fast. Did you really want to? Maybe. Were you going to? No. “Never, can you do it please~” you gently jumped as you looked at the slimy things, dig into the dirt, poor insects.
Theo laughed and nodded, doing the same thing for you he did for him. You stood up and picked up the pole once it was ready, tossing it into the water, using the techniques the male taught you. And some of the videos you watched on YouTube.
The rest of the fishing trip went okay, Theo attempting to throw some worms on you. You catching a fish. “Let’s put it back!” You shouted with soft eyes. “But we can sell him, make money~” Theo pleaded as the fish flopped around in the bucket. You shook your head and pouted.
“But he probably has a family, please.” You said, grabbing into his arm, gently tugging it before Theo gave in and let you toss the fish back into the water.
After that, every fish that Theo caught, he made sure to calculate it, take a picture and toss it back into the water after he’d look at your soft eyes. “I’m never taking you with me again” the male joked as the both of you carried the things back to the car. Setting them in their correct places so nothing would tip over. Theo shut the trunk of the car and wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes staring at you. “I’m glad you at least decided to come with me..” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your lips.
“Even though everything was gross, I had the time of my life..” you started, pressing a kiss to his lips back. “But next time, I’m picking the date.”
JIUNG ‹𝟹 | 지웅
"I have nothing to wear!" You shouted, leaning your head on the closet door, puffing your cheeks. Your boyfriend, putting lotion on his body after his shower. You were currently wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping slightly as you checked around. It wasn't like you *didn't* have anything to wear. But you truthfully did need new clothes. Jiung laughed, his smile being seen even in the back of your mind.
His towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked at you. "Babe, there are so many clothes there, you can find something" he laughed. You looked at him, a slight glare. "Says the one with the best clothes" you frowned, staring at your clothes. "All of these suck.. old, old, holes, old. I have nothing!" You shouted, a slight fit being thrown by you.
Jiung hummed and sat on the edge of the bed. "How about we go shopping for you, get some food. That way we can have a nice day and you can get clothes out of it?" The male suggested as you turned around to look at him. Thinking, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Okay!" You shouted. He smiled and stood up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. "Get dressed so we can go" he spoke softly and you nodded. A smile on your face.
You loved shopping, especially with Jiung. By the evident look of your outfit, you loved his clothes. His style. Truthfully everything about him. You were both now walking into a favorite store of yours. Jiung set on finding you some new clothes. The fabric of his jacket clinging to you. Picking something out he thought you might like. A black jean jacket. You looked at it and smiled. "Oh, that's cute! It would go amazing with my black skirt" you mentioned and he nodded, very well accustomed to the skirt all a little too well.
You continued looking around the store. Finding jackets, t-shirts, hats and pants to please your mind and body. Jiung was carrying the bags. Looking around the store, finding a cute and sparkly 4 leaf clover. "Oh, this is cute.." the male said with a soft smile as you looked at the clover. "It would look so good on you" you smiled, gently taking it. "I'll buy it for you" you smiled and he nodded. "Thank you" he said with a soft mumble.  The two of you continued to look around the store for a while.
Finally checking out after the two of you found everything you could possibly get. Spending at least 3 months rent on clothes. You carried a few bags even though Jiung refused to let you, smiling softly. The two of you made your way to the food court in the mall, getting some food as the two of you sat down, your head resting on the males shoulder.
"Thank you for today, you're such a sweetheart" you said softly, a soft kiss being placed on your cheek. "It's okay baby, I enjoy spending the time with you, and spoiling you" the male said as you chuckled. And it was true. You were both spoiled in love and in presents.
The two of you enjoyed the rest of your food, smiling as you took a piece of his food, taking a bite. "Hey~!" He shouted slightly, chuckling before humming. Doing the same to you.
Going back to the apartment the two of you shared, going back and trying on your clothes. Jiung leaned back and watched you try on the clothes, giving small opinions, majority of them good.
You laughed as you gently grabbed one of his bucket hats, the black one. Making your way over to him as you sat in his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist. You gently placed the pin into the center of the hat, putting it on the males head before placing a soft kiss on his nose and his lips. "There you go. Something lucky for my lucky boy.." you said softly.
He looked at you, his eye smile bright before he gently pulled out a small necklace. Something you must've not noticed. "And a perfect necklace for my perfect woman." He said. Your heart fluttering as you looked at him with only love. Your heart was full, and you loved it.
INTAK ‹𝟹 | 인탁
You could see the frustration on your boyfriend's face. How his eyes furrowed, his fist clenched the pencil in his hand. He was currently in his home office, soft music in the background playing.  He had to write a song, but for some reason he'd been staring at the paper for a while. Only a few words could be seen.
Why was he having such a hard time?
He didn't even notice you leaning on the door frame before he groaned causing a frustrated face wipe to his face, hoping to relax the tension.
You didn't know if it was a good time to go to him and try to help soothe his distraught-ness, or to wait until he noticed you. In thought, Intak had already spun his chair around. His eyes softening when he saw you, his arms gently opening as you walked to him, sitting on his lap as his hands wrapped securely around your waist to hold you there. "Sorry.. I didn't want to interrupt you.." you said softly as he shook your head, dismissing your words.
"You're fine honey, I can't even think of anything to write right now.. so I'd rather spend time with you" he spoke, looking up at you before his head laid on your chest, his breath hitting your open skin as you brought your hands up and rubbed the back of the males head. To him, the feeling of you just rubbing his head, holding him or even just hearing your voice was like 1,000 pounds being lifted off of his shoulder.
"How about, we go out and do something hon?"  He looked at you. "I need to write.." he mumbled and you gently shook your head. "You can't think of anything right now, how about we just walk, get something to eat and maybe something will come to mind hmm?" You said, gently getting off his lap before he puffed his cheeks.
"I do-" he started but you shook your head and gave him a look. He reluctantly got up, nodding. "Okay, but let's be home before 8" he said and you nodded, running off to the room to put on something a little more appropriate than your ass cheek revealing shorts as Intak did the same. Spotting you getting ready and sliding on one of his shirts. "You're so cute." He mumbled as you laughed and shook your head.
Before the two of you knew it you were walking down the streets of Seoul, hand in hand as you looked for a restaurant to eat at, wondering what it was you both were in the mood for.
"How about fried chicken?" The male asked as you shook your head, a soft pout on your lips. "No.. we had that last night" you spoke as he nodded. "Yeah, but you can never go wrong with chicken." You wheezed the males hand. "Stop trying to get home, you are out here to look for your lyrics, look for a muse." Intak sighed, you were right. What would he do without you?
The two of you finally found your way to the restaurant you were heading to. You had already made up your mind on the food you were getting. Beef and broccoli. Yum~
Intak led you to a seat before he went up to order for the two of you as you watched him closely. He was so hard working, and hard on himself. Sometimes too hard on yourself and it made you sad. Watching him stress about lyrics. Erasing, deleting and having to take deep and long breathes just to come back and do it all over again.
Once Intak came back over, you made sure to do any and everything to take his mind off of writing.  You didn't want him to stress too much. Once the food got to the both of you, you ate and chatted. Mostly about random things. Things you wanted to do. And even having drawing competitions.
"No way, I'm such a great drawer!" You shouted, puffing out your cheeks. Intak laughed as he looked at your smile, gently leaning over and cupping your cheeks. "Your smile is what gets me through the day." You blushed and cleared your throat, pushing him gently. "Mmm stop it. You're only saying that because I'm your girlfriend." You rolled your eyes playfully. The male hummed. "You're right." You gasped and he gently pulled you close as you pushed his chest and then hugged him.
This was one of the best times the two of you have had in a while. It was perfect.
After the two of you ate, you got some dessert from an ice cream truck, making your way back to your shared apartment. Your hand on his.
( time skip )
You woke up to the sounds of humming. Getting out of bed you didn't spot Intak beside you. Feeing the empty space before you headed to where the soft hums were coming from. Intak's work space. You stood by the door. "Babe..?" Softly escaping your lips as he looked at you, a bright smile on his face. "What are you doing up at..?" You stopped to look at the clock. "3 am." You stated.
He smiled and ushered you to come and sit on his lap which you gladly did, resting your head on his shoulder, the sleepiness still evident in your movements. "After our date I got inspired.." he started, a small sleepy smile creeping on your face. "And I realized, you're my muse Y/N, I write better when you inspire me. Your smile, your voice. Just everything about you." He spoke.
You sat up to face with, a big smile on your face as your eyes opened. He looked at you and smiled. "That's the most romantic thing you've said to me all month." You joked and he playfully rolled his eyes. You cupped his cheeks. "I'm glad I could help."
The male gently leaned in and kissed you, your lips connecting to his before you gently hugged him.
You closed your eyes and let the male continue to work. Not daring to move a muscle so Intak could work and you could sleep.
SOUL ‹𝟹 | 소울
You and Soul stopped by your favorite food place. "What should we get?" You asked, your head laying on his shoulder as the two of you stood in line, gently slides up whenever people would place their order.
"Potatoes.. fries" he mumbled, arms wrapped comfortably around your waist. "Fries?" "Fries." He said and you nodded. Once it was the both of your turns, you ordered a meal for the both of you. Hamburger, basket of fries and two drinks.
Once paid and given your food, the two of you headed to the car, making your way down to the Han River where they were playing music. Multiple people out enjoying their time with significant others, family, pets and even their own children. It always warmed your heart to see others having an amazing time.
Soul carried the white picnic basket that carried the food, as well as a blanket the two of you would be sitting on. After a long week of you working, Soul at practice. The two of you needed a break.
You sat down the picnic basket after taking it from him and the two of you laying the blanket out across the grass. Placing yourself onto the seat, you quickly dug the food out of the bag and set it neatly on the blanket as Soul took a seat beside you.
Gently taking out the food and evenly distributing it between the both of you, you started to eat, enjoying the scenery as you watch Soul stuff a couple of fries in his mouth before he stood up, his body grooving to the music.
"Oh? Lunch and a show?" You teased and laughed as you took a sip of the drink, watching your boyfriend groove and dance to the music. Soul laughed at you, leaning down and grabbing his burger as you stood up, grooving your body to the music that was playing. Hearing the laughter of small kids and just people having a good time in general, you truly enjoyed it.
Soul wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, taking his thumb and wiping some of the sauce from your lip. "Messy." He laughed and you rolled your eyes, gently getting out of his hold.
The two of you sat down, sung to some of the songs and finished the food. Enjoying the sunset before you both packed up and went back to your shared place. Your mind far from any type of problems you had. This day was a perfect day. One you could enjoy with Soul and you planned to keep it that way. It was perfect.
JONGSEOB ‹𝟹 | 종섭
Jongseob grabbed the coins, looking at you as he jingled the cup full with golden tokens to you. “Really, Chuck E. Cheese out of all places?” You laughed, gently ruffling his hair. He gently rolled his eyes and swatted your hands away. “I haven’t been in a while, I think it’ll be fun. Come on!”
You used to come to Chuck E. Cheese a lot as a kid, it was somewhat of a pretty fun memory. “Okay, what should we do first?” You asked as he looked around. Spotting the racing seats open. “Let’s race, if i win. I get to style your hair for a week and vice versa if you win” he says and you him, going to the seats.
Jongseob entered two tokens into the slots, you both picking your characters and starting. The male tried to cheat, reaching over and attempting to tickle you, you moving your body swiftly. But it only backfired on him, causing him to become in 5th place. “Yeah pay attention” you shouted, laughing as you continued to drive, moving slightly to the side.
The game finished and you came in first place. Gasping and laughing as you looked over at the sulking boy. “You will be okay~” you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Fine, but nothing too crazy, I don’t want the guys picking on me~” he groaned and you nodded, agreeing to keep it at a minimum… maybe.
The two of you decided on another game. Basketball. Though Jongseob had a bit more of an advantage in height. The two of you continued to shoot the balls, taking your chance in attempting to distract him, but it didn’t work. Hun still beating you by 20 points.
“Ha-! You thought” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as he leaned down and collected the tickets.
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his tickets, keeping them in the small purse you were carrying.
You and Jongseob played a few more games; ski ball, ticket collector, fishing, weasels hitting games. All in attempt for a big stuffed animal on the top hanging on the ceiling. “We have to get it” you would say each time your eyes glanced at it. Jongseob agreeing. “We can just put it in the middle of the bed” he smiled, and you agreed.
At the end, the two of you collected around 2,000 tickets. Being able to buy the capybara stuffed animal and a small stick of bubbles. Though you didn’t care for the bubbles too much as you clung to the stuffed animal. Once you got in the car, you tossed the capybara stuffed animal in the backseat gently. Jongseob smiled as the two of you talked about the date over the small sound of music in the background. Your head beating softly from the small headache you had.
But none the less, today was an amazing day.
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ship-graveyard · 9 months ago
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Traveling with P1Harmony 💕
🛫 - Air Travel Edition - 🛬
☁️ - fluff | 🌙 - gn!reader | 💞 - all members
note: occasional references to travel anxiety
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Keeho:
♡ - always makes it to the airport perfectly on time (no getting bored or stressing because he’s timed everything perfectly)
♡ - incredible at navigating crowds and fighting to keep your place in lines for security, boarding, and deplaning
♡ - idk how but the airline always loses his luggage
♡ - you need a break from the airport chaos? dw his arms are your safe haven and he’s got a hug already queued up for you
♡ - will take the middle seat for you if you’ve been assigned it BUT he will whine about it later (good news: you can just kiss his pout off his lips and he’ll forgive you)
♡ - want help lifting your luggage into an overhead bin? luckily your big strong boyfriend is here to help! (he will accidentally smack someone in the face with it when taking it back down but shhh he’s trying)
♡ - bothers you 24/7 on the plane, but he means well… he just can’t help it bc he wants to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible (ooh what are you watching?? are you hungry? thirsty?? he could definitely steal water from someone in first class, would that help?)
♡ - wants you to sleep on his shoulder SO bad. he’ll be slowly leaning into your space if you start to nod off until you get the hint
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Theo:
♡ - lets you completely melt into him if you want to sleep while waiting for boarding (just results in the sleepiest pile of limbs bc he’s probably out immediately too)
♡ - overpacks… why does he have 14 hats when he only ever wears one? why did he pack a toaster in his carry-on?? the world will never know
♡ - has 7 different beverages with him at all times
♡ - more likely to distract you and redirect your energy than directly comfort you if you get travel anxiety, but it still helps significantly just knowing he’s aware of it and by your side if you need anything at all
♡ - he’s going to fight you for claim of the armrest and not in a cute way
♡ - will smack you if you turn the overhead light on (if you really want to read/draw or do anything else that you need to see clearly, he MIGHT let you turn the light on if you ask nicely and/or sweet talk him)
♡ - spends half the flight judging the people who brought their children on the plane
♡ - will get hopelessly invested in whatever you’re doing/watching but pretends not to be whenever you catch him leaning over to see better
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Jiung:
♡ - brings an extra sweatshirt/jacket for you bc he knows you’ll forget your own, get cold, or need the comfort
♡ - takes care of everything that might be stressful for you. you’re nervous? dw he’s got your printed boarding passes ready and your luggage handled. you just need to show up and hold his hand
♡ - does a mental analysis of the best quality airport cuisine compared to affordability bc you deserve to be well-fed and pampered but he’s also really practical
♡ - surprise kisses as positive reinforcement when you remember to hydrate
♡ - zonks out on the plane. he’s been busy taking care of you, let the poor guy drool on your shoulder a bit
♡ - type of person to watch the flight tracker the entire way there
♡ - if you accidentally intrude on his foot space be prepared for the most intense high-stakes game of footsie you’ve ever been involved in (he’ll win but end up just pulling your legs onto his lap bc he feels a bit guilty and he loves you too much)
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Intak:
♡ - loses his boarding pass immediately (you better have backups)
♡ - will get lost in the airport if you let him out of your sight
♡ - lets you buy anything you want with his card (he just wants to trail along and hang off your arm and spend time with you)… puppyboy IM SORRY who said that
♡ - leans his entire weight on you when waiting to board bc he’s tired and he loves you and you’re right there
♡ - underpacks. it’s always “babe can i borrow your toothbrush? i forgot mine😔” and “one pair of pants is probably enough for the whole week, right?”
♡ - you’ll have to be the responsible one tbh but he’s always right there if you need anything and he’d step up in an instant if you asked him to. it’s only bc he feels so comfortable with you that he lets himself relax so much and truly be himself, so he’s eternally grateful that you look out for him when he needs it
♡ - asks to be involved in whatever you choose to do on the plane bc he wants to spend that time with you
♡ - if you have trouble speaking up, he’d happily do it for you. need accommodations?need to ask someone to move so you can go to the bathroom? he’s got you
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Soul:
♡ - gets pulled over at security for something really bizarre (a cool rock he found that makes it look like he’s smuggling drugs, a jar of loose coins of various types, the creepiest figurine imaginable that he decided was cute, etc, etc)
♡ - might need your help with translating some things depending on where you’re flying out of/to (he could probably figure it all out on his own, but he likes being able to rely on you so he doesn’t have to channel all of his energy into making himself understood)
♡ - traveling exhausts him tbh but hugs and spontaneous kisses help him recharge!
♡ - equally likely to distract you from nerves by starting fun conversations or reaching out and reassuring you with physical affection
♡ - hoards the little snacks they give out on the airplane and offers them to you as surprise gifts later
♡ - watches everyone else’s screen on the plane instead of his own lol (he’s invested in the movie two rows up leave him be)
♡ - wants to try to learn a few phrases of the local language on the plane if you’re traveling somewhere with a native language he doesn’t speak
♡ - if you fall asleep on the plane expect to have random braids in your hair when you wake up (it’s not his fault that he wanted something to do with his hands and in his defense he finds you absolutely adorable with them. esp finds it endearing if you leave them in bc that’s his handiwork you’re showcasing)
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Jongseob:
♡ - might share some of your travel anxiety, but instead of making him distant it just makes him more invested in getting you both there safely and being conscious of your needs. you can be certain that he’s done his research, and you’ll always be safe and taken care of when he’s by your side
♡ - the most difficult part of flying with him is getting him to wake up early tbh. he’ll be slumped against you in a half-successful back hug while you scan the departures board for your gate bc he’s still half asleep
♡ - effortlessly cool and fashionable even with messy hair and comfortable clothes
♡ - soft kisses to your temple and warm hands brushing against yours when he wants to get your attention
♡ - wants to switch off picking songs to listen to on the plane (or listen to a combined playlist of each of your interests) with shared earbuds bc he thinks it’s an important way to share your interests and emotions with each other
♡ - before you even ask he’s handing you a Nintendo switch controller and encouraging you to play something with him (dw he finds you adorable no matter if you’re terrible at it or if you kick his ass when it comes to gaming)
♡ - prefers pushing the armrest up so you can lean into each other and just be close (he isn’t super cuddly/touchy in public, but he enjoys the casual proximity. and sometimes the urge to dote on you is too strong to be contained)
♡ - not really the type of person to speak up and ask the flight crew if he needs something, but the second you need something he’s on his feet and advocating for you
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loveji · 7 months ago
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ last-minute nerves
pairing : jiung x reader
genre : fluff + short drabble
warnings : lowercase intended, established relationship, not proofread
a/n : where'd all the piwon writers go lately omg especially jiung writers I NEED yall?!?/;,@:?!?!:@,7?!
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jiung should check all the criteria. i mean… he’s responsible, put together, and a great role model so why was he so scared? trying to convince himself that he should have absolutely no worries when it comes to meeting your parents. yet as soon as the two of you made it to the front door he was suffering from sweaty hands.
“…are you okay?”
he turned to you with wide eyes snapping out of his thoughts, “yeah! why wouldn’t i be?” he replied forcing a smile. a crooked one. “you look like you’re about to die.” you exaggerated looking at him up and down, it’s like you could see right through him. “i guess i didn’t fully think about how nerve-wracking it’d be to meet your parents up until now.” jiung sighed followed by a dry chuckle to lighten up the mood.
slowly you reached out for his hand intertwining it with yours. “my parents will love you, okay? no need to get nervous.” you try to reassure him placing a kiss on his cheek. “…i mean hey i already love you.” he lightly pushes you gagging at how you said that. “that was really corny.” jiung laughs before wrapping your other hand in his, placing a kiss on your lips.
“but i love you too."
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soothinglee · 4 months ago
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| shitty 808s - kim jongseob x gn! reader - 1.2k wc✔︎
my notes⎯ sorry for not writing in a bit- I got hit by a scooter and lost hearing in my left eye. anyway- enjoy! (ilovejongseobsm). also the reader is younger than jongseob- so they're the maknae! warnings⎯ lowercase intended, cursing, not really proofread, I don't know jackshit about making music- I do make it just for fun but I don't know it on a professional level. songs⎯ "take you there x no bs" | dj short and "trillions" | alicia keys
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“dude this sounds like shit.”
“it’s literally only 808s. it’s not going to sound good.”
“tell that to carti.”
jongseob groans and relaxes his body into the creaky studio chair. from where he's at; body slouches and neck bent, he feebly grabs for the mouse, each time he reaches he just barely misses it- giving a pitiful grunt every time.
you slap his hand away playfully, scooting your chair over in his place to play with the track. in the 30 minutes you've been in the studio you only managed the 808s. ass, in your opinion but something to start the song off as a base.
"what are you doing?" he mutters, looking towards the desktop screen. the black background of the software lights up every time you move around tracks. the purple and blue sections reflect off his glasses, "stop pressing stuff, you're gonna mess it up."
a scoff leaves your lips absentmindedly, choosing to replace the pre-made 808s with a original. you play it back for a spilt second- nodding to yourself feeling content in your work.
"you should be thankful I'm helping you," you start, adding a few high hats some measures into the song, "today is my off day and youngji just came out with a new episode."
he rolls his eyes and reaches over to grab his water bottle, he uncaps it and throws the lid on your lap. you make no effort to move it, "you would've had to come in eventually. jiung needed you today to record your verse."
you reach over to twitch your hand infront of his bottle, as if faking him out. he jerks his body away from you quickly, the water shakes in his hand- some even coming from the top and onto his sweater.
"bro." it comes out weak and quiet, a frown forming on his lips but you're quick to talk over him;
"for him, I wouldn't have complained. it's different when I have to do it because it's scheduled then come in to help someone work on his song." you spilt the back ground voices you added from files and slip in theo's guitar solo along with a 4 bar bass drum.
at this point you haven't listened to what has been added, jongseob still hogging the headphones. though you have enough confidence in yourself, and as one of the main producers, to know that the song will be somewhat decent- and way better than whatever he had before.
"what even is your inspo?"
"'bambi', baekhyun."
he makes a face, "sexy, no?"
you shrug, clicking around on the application to add some reverb, "piece will love it, fnc will tolerate it, intak will be happy. what more is there?"
he doesn't respond.
the difference between the software when jongseob had it compared to it in your hands is insane. infront of you the screen decorated with rainbows of colors, the static lines tracking the sound range from lengths and size. it's beautiful.
you feel a heavy weight on your left arm and look down to see jongseob leaning on you, he lets out a tired breath, and reaches up to fiddle with the loose string on your sleeve.
"are you almost done yet? you're hogging my equipment and I have other stuff I need to do."
"is all you do is complain?" you ask, titling the song with a random phrase and saving it, "because if that's the case I'll just get keeho."
his grip on your sleeve tightens as he tenses. for some reason jongseob is afraid of keeho- the latter always picking on him and fighting him. you would ask why and how it started but in all honesty, you couldn't really care.
"no no no, it's okay. you can keep working."
a proud smirk graces your lips as you reach over to slip the headphones off his head. he lets you, reaching forward to give you better access, smiling when he feels your hands pat down the mess they left.
you bend down slightly, apologizing when his head falls from your shoulder, and blindly reach for the tower to unplug the cord from its socket. "alright," you mess with the setting once more, turning the volume up enough so it can be heard. "you ready?"
jongseob yawns, "about time." you smack him upside the head.
the song is only about 3 minutes long, but in that three minutes it sounded wonderful. even though you were on playing around with it, something to keep jongseob satisfied until he could figure out what he really wanted to do with it, you think it could actually be the final product.
as the song plays you would take a look at his face to gauge his opinion. he seemed to like it; bobbing his head with the melody, a soft smile on his lips. it made you feel somewhat better about missing youngjis' show.
"okay, what do you think?" you ask as the beat fades out, you pause it so it doesn't play again and turn your body towards him, knees knocking each other.
he doesn't say anything for a minute, staring at the poster on the wall behind your head. his face is back to neutral. you think about snapping your fingers infront of his face to wake him up.
after a while he takes in a breath and says, “buns, actual buns.”
“you’re only saying that because it’s not jiung working on the song.”
he doesn't say anything but nods in agreement. there's a cheeky smirk on his face. "if that's the case, I'll just delete the song." you move the mouse to press erase before a hand catches you before you do.
"don't." he says, a mild glint in his eye as he pries your fingers from the mouse. he gently places your hand back in your lap while maintaining eye contact, moving the device to his side of the table.
"so it's not 'buns'?" you ask, the smirk back on your face.
he hesitates and then says, "no it's still ass, but why would I delete it just to start over, waste of time."
you laugh and go to answer but your phone vibrating catches you off guard. you use your face to open it to read the message;
멘토르 (mentor) come to floor 4 pls, we're ready for you :)
"uh oh," the chair beneath you slides backward as you stand up to collect your belonging. the bottle cap falls from your lap as you hand jongseob his headphones, "duty calls, i'll be gone for about an hour or two, if you need me, don't. I'll be busy."
he laughs, watching as you put on your shoes. you places a kiss on his head as you retreat for the door. you hear the clicking of a mouse and muffled music from behind you.
as soon as you reach for the door knob a voice calls out. "yeah?"
jongseob, hood pulled back so that you can see the bangs of his brown hair, his glasses that reflect the sparkle in his eyes, and the big smile on his face says, "I know I give you shit but thank you. you saved me a lot of trouble."
you smile back at your elder, a content look matching his own, "hey, anytime."
you close the door and head towards the elevator.
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P1HARMONY hyung line when they accidentally confess to you
a/n : sorry if these lowkey suck.. i ran out of ideas...
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KEEHO and you loved shopping together. it was a routine for both of you since you were absolute shopaholics, so might as well share the experience together, no?
you were both strolling around the mall, several bags in his grasp despite your insistence that you could carry a few bags (he wouldn't listen, of course, since he was just as stubborn as you). your eyes lock on a certain jewelry shop, a glimmer in your eyes as your eyes lock on a pair of gorgeous earrings and keeho notices your intense stare.
though, you quickly saw the price tag of a few items on display, and your eyes widened in shock, and you groaned.
"god! why are all the pretty things expensive these days..." you mumble, continuing to walk until keeho grabbed your hand and interlocked it with his.
"you want the earrings right?" he says, looking at you with a smile that brightened up your day even more than his amazing offer. but regardless, you nodded eagerly.
you both walked into the store, your eyes wandering to the other things, but you knew it was out of your budget, and you were grateful with what keeho was buying you anyways. once you reached the cash register with the earrings, the cashier inspected the both of you.
"are you two a couple?" she says, and you shake your head no.
"nope!" you say, a bit too quick for keeho's liking (but that was only because you were getting embarrassed).
"maybe we should be, princess..." keeho mumbles, continuing to grab his card from his pocket and pay for the pair of earrings, not realizing his comment until he looks up from his wallet and sees your widened eyes and flushed face.
"..."
"ah, said that outloud didn't i?"
THEO had a habit of going to this small, corner cafe near his apartment whether it was just to get a small cup of coffee, a pastry, or just to intake the smell of the cafe, he would go almost everyday. you were always there as well, leading the two of you to become friends.
you eventually arrived a bit later than you usually do, and you bumped into theo in the middle of the street.
"ah, y/n! youre a bit late today, no?" he says, with a soft smile and a laugh.
"oh shut up, i just came back from a date, thats all." you said, rolling your eyes.
after you said that, theo's face seemed.. sad? upset even, and you were just confused. was it because he had a bad day? did you say something? was it the date that made him upset?
"hey, whats up? you look upset.." you say, placing a hand on his shoulder.
theo sighs, looking a bit annoyed.
"its nothing, just cant believe that someone got to take you out on a date before me.."
JIUNG was the one of the smartest kids in your school, but he was a prime target for bullies. he was constantly getting picked on and bullied by others in his class, but he was unable to defend himself.
that was the case, until you came along.
you were a new transfer, and immediately picked up on how badly he was being treated, and defended him constantly.
whether it would be someone trying to throw paper balls at him, or trying to hurt or ridicule him in the halls, you were always there. this lead to you both becoming best friends, telling eachother everything.
well, almost everything.
and with your help, he eventually ended up making a few friends.
you and jiung were having a short study session for your upcoming exam, but it quickly just became a truth or dare session for the two of you.
"ok jiung, truth or dare?"
he thinks for a moment before answering.
"dare? i guess..."
your eyes widened and you smile, and jiung knows he just made a mistake.
"call your crush, right now. and confess."
his eyes widened, and his face flushed a bright red. he had told you he was friends with his crush, so he couldn't get out of this situation.
he sighed, scrolling through a few of his contacts, debating on which one to call to decieve you into thinking it was someone else, before accidentally clicking on your contact, thinking it was someone else (due to how similar the contact names were) and called you.
your phone rang, and you both looked at eachother with wide eyes.
"shit."
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