#gose brain games winner line

[simpxxstan]

[bbugyu]

you were so similar, yet there was still so much you didn't understand about him. but if you were so different, why did you like him so much?

love line | fye | all night parking | winners circle

wc.7.2k | jeonghan x gn!gose pd reader, fluff, courtship, smut, canon compliant, so much teasing, sneaky flirting, drinking, swearing, kissing in cabs, me vs calling jeonghan a prick every chance i get, semi-public, oral (male receiving), new relationships are so fun

remember when i said that jeonghan playing foot volleyball made me want to brain myself on his dick? haha. oops. also sorry for once again making the mc Just Me like actually just an infj-t taurus sun libra moon virgo rising year of the rat piece of shit like i don’t do it on purpose but i am just so in love with him and i think our dynamic would be SO FUNNNn im so sorry. but also not. yall seem to like the way i write with him so *shrugs* enjoy it! also i made another playlist based off this au (aka just a playlist of songs that make me think abt jeonghan bc im a fucking simp)

seventeen always made you laugh in a way that was almost embarrassing, but it didn't become inconvenient until you had to start showing up to set. you were a production expert by trade - one of many on staff for going seventeen - and while on more complicated shoots you would sometimes fill in as a camera director, you generally were able to hang out on the sidelines as they filmed.

you had caught jeonghan's attention soon after your contract changed from post-production, having been one of the camera directors for kart rider, and as soon as he noticed you stifling your giggles whenever he made jokes, he started smirking at you through the camera lens as he tried to find new innovative ways to cheat his way through the game. after the shoot, he asked how long you had been a director for going, staging it as a friendly work question.

"quite a while now," you told him, taking his lav mic and pack from him as he pulled it off. "but i was on the editing team until this week. today's my first shoot."

"ah," he exhaled, nodding as he smiled at you. "that explains it. i couldn't figure out how i hadn't noticed someone as cute as you before."

you faltered slightly, put in shock by his forwardness, but quickly recovered and knocked your head to the side as you looked at him playfully. "you're not allowed to flirt with me, mr. idol."

"who said i'm flirting?" he asked with a grin.

you laughed, wrapping a cord around your hand. "if you aren't, you need to work on your professionalism."

it was his turn to laugh, and before he got pulled away by some of his fellow members, he told you he hoped to see you on more shoots in the future.

he was happy when he did, grinning at you in his santa suit when he sat down in your assigned room, but doing his best to act normal in front of the other directors. he gave you a playful glare when you handed him a tray of hot water, and you had to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing in response as they all complained about it being too hot while you sat, completely comfortable, in an oversized tee and a pair of thin sweats. he got more frustrated by his repeated failure in the game he was playing, and made quick eye contact with you as he huffed angrily, your smiling eyes making him regain focus.

"ok, let's go," he said to himself, beginning the level again as he pursed his lips, and you couldn't help but agree silently when seungkwan called him cute.

"oh, it's the wave!" jeonghan instinctively looked at you when he read the level title. "we can take the suits off after this one, right?"

you gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, determined as he focused on the screen. and later, after they had gotten to take off their suits, you weren't sure whose idea it was to open the window, but you had a pretty good idea by the way jeonghan tried to hide his laugh when you finally told them to close it again.

every time you participated in film shoots, he would make a specific effort to get you to make noise. he would crack a joke and look at you, burying your face in the crook of your arm and turning away from the cameras as you tried to stifle your laughter, satisfied when you glared at him before he went on to focus on the show. he even meandered over to you as he searched for the money, trying to get a hint of where it might be.

"hey, i'm the broker," he said, cornering you. "you're supposed to tell me where it is."

"no," you corrected, doing your best to be unphased by the way he had backed you up against the bookshelf next to the camera you were meant to be manning. "you're supposed to guess a room when night falls and we'll tell you if you're right." 

he squinted at you and you kept your eyes focused on him, making sure to avoid giving him any unintentional hints as to where the small bundle of cash was hidden. "alright," he said finally, smirking when you pushed him back towards the game. "fine. i'll search properly."

after finishing at the police precinct set you were filming at that week, you accused him, annoyed, of trying to get you a reputation of not being allowed to operate cameras on shoots.

"i'm making jokes for the show!" he argued, eyes wide at your accusation. "it's not my fault you find me charming."

you rolled your eyes at him. "charming is a stretch."

he gave you a sideways smile, studying your eyes above the face mask you wore. "handsome?"

you quirked an eyebrow at him. "are you sure you want me to say i'm laughing so hard because of your visuals?"

"as long as i'm the reason you're laughing," he said, looking to where another pd was calling for you. you told him to take care before you turned to help load up a car with camera equipment, but he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. "can we talk later?"

you studied his face, wondering if he meant what you thought he did, then let your gaze dart to where some of the other members were not so slyly watching you. "sure," you said finally, glad there was a mask to cover your tiny smile. "i need to stop by the office after we get this stuff to the studio. i'll see you there?"

"sure," he said back to you, pouting out his lips casually, but his eyes revealing a smile. "i'll be around."

in reality, jeonghan had no need to be at the office until the next day, but a couple of the other members had wanted to go mess around at the universe factory after they had gone back to the dorms to shower, so he said he would join them. soonyoung went "aye," pushing his shoulder, having noticed every look he had given you.

"you're so not subtle," he laughed. "they're gonna meet you there?"

jeonghan sighed in defeat, getting into the car. "let's go, yeah?"

"the pd that was in our room for the stilt game, right?" jihoon asked, following after him.

"ohh," seokmin said, pointing from the seat he had already taken in the back of the van. "is that the same one he was flirting with at the bungee jumping place?" vernon vocalised next to him, nodding, saying that he remembered that.

"hey," jeonghan exclaimed, annoyed. "really? all of you?"

"like i said," soonyoung laughed from the front seat. "so not subtle."

jihoon nudged his shoulder after they settled in the car, giving him a meaningful look. "be careful, yeah? don't do anything stupid."

"i know," jeonghan said, leaning back in his seat, thinking about how getting to make you laugh on a regular basis felt pretty worth the risk. "i won't."

it took you almost two hours, getting caught up with other business, but you finally made it to the pledis building to drop off some paperwork at the offices for an upcoming shoot location. you wandered for a few minutes, suddenly realizing the building was far too large for the vague agreement you had made earlier. you peeked your head into their usual dance practice room, abandoning it when you noticed the lights were off, then walked towards where you knew the recording studios were.

you faltered, staring at the door to woozi's studio, not wanting to interrupt. you kept walking, quickly deciding to take a lap around the hall as you worked up the nerve, but you were only ten feet past the door when it opened, pulling your gaze.

jeonghan grinned at you after he shut the door behind him. "you came."

you looked away for a second, then back at his smile as you pulled your mask down to rest under your chin. "i wasn't lying earlier, when i said i had business here."

he nodded, looking unconvinced as he straightened his coat. "sure. i was going to the convenience store, wanna walk with me? if you're done with your business, that is."

you exhaled sharply, smiling vaguely as he made his way towards you. "i do want something to drink."

"let's go," he said, gesturing with his head as he walked past you, smiling when you fell into step beside him. "my treat. you're cute, by the way. i was sad i couldn't see your face under the mask today."

you rolled your eyes, nudging your elbow into his side. "haven't you seen it enough already? we've been shooting together for months."

"i've missed it lately," he said, looking over at you, studying the curve of your lips as you tried not to smile. "i wish i could see it more."

you wondered if he did this with everyone he found vaguely interesting, flattering them until they agreed to meet him privately somewhere, but part of you really believed he wasn't that sort of guy. you had been working in the entertainment industry since you graduated high school, and you had seen plenty of men do just that - idols, comedians, actors, you name it - but jeonghan seemed different. you had seen him regularly for months now, and this was the first time he had ever tried to see you outside of a shoot.

he bought your bottle of iced tea, telling you you worked hard. you laughed, but accepted it, asking if he was only treating you because he had won money today.

"no," he said teasingly, pulling down the mask he had gotten from reception to sip his own drink as the two of you walked back to the company building. "i would have treated you either way."

he walked with you to your car in the parking garage, leaning against your door as you chatted about the shoot that day. you told him that you had suggested he be the broker for the game, and he gave you a shocked look.

"me?" he laughed. "you specifically picked me?"

"you like being confusing too much," you giggled, drinking your tea. "they didn't want you as mafia again, but you purposefully mess things up as a citizen."

"hey," his head cocked to one side. "i just try to have fun, and sometimes that means causing chaos."

that made you laugh. "also, i was sure you would understand the role. i wasn't convinced anyone else would."

jeonghan laughed again. "so i was broker because i was the only one smart enough to be?"

you tilted your head at him. "it was between you and seungkwan, but we needed a way to stop you from ruining the game. i knew you would want to win too badly to throw the other citizens under the bus if you had the new role."

he gave you a sideways look as he brought his drink to his lips. "clever."

"to be honest, i was expecting you to try to team up with the mafia, but i guess they weren't obvious enough." you shook your head, sighing. "then you went and guessed the location first night."

"i thought about it," he said. "but i thought they might lie about where the money was if i tried, or just kill me if i found it. and i really didn't suspect anyone until after i had already teamed up with cheol and soonyoung."

you smiled at him for a moment, remembering that while you only addressed them by their professional names, they were his friends. "speaking of, they're probably wondering where you are."

he sighed dramatically. "you're probably right. i'll go. but first, give me your phone."

you stared at his extended palm, unlocking your phone and handing it over. "you're not subtle."

he laughed, adding himself on your kakao. "i've been told that a lot today, but honestly, i think it's hard for me to act subtle when you're so easy to like."

"hey," you said, eyeing him when he handed it back to you. "remember what i said."

he looked at you. "what?"

"you're not allowed to flirt with me," you reminded him.

he exhaled, a smile on his lips. "i'm not allowed to do a lot of things. sometimes rules are meant to be broken."

he broke said rule pretty immediately after you left the company, sending you a message saying that he'd like to see you outside of work again soon that made you roll your eyes, noticing the nickname he gave himself in your contacts. you didn't respond until you were back in your apartment, asking how he expected that to work.

you: we can't really go out… people might see you…

handsome hannie: private bbq rooms are a thing… we use them a lot…

you: wouldn't know 🙄 not famous 🙄

handsome hannie: great! i'll keep you to myself.

you called him annoying, and he said something about how you should be more respectful considering he was older than you, and you told him it was only a year and that he should have been more respectful, too, considering you were essentially coworkers.

you: i effect your public appearance, you know! what if i let carats see how much you whine at shoots?

handsome hannie: yes, directornim. i sincerely apologize.

you: that's more like it ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

despite the teasing front you put up, you made no effort to hide the smile on your face as you curled up on your couch, continuing to make plans to meet when his schedule was less hectic in a couple of weeks.

he told you the bbq place he invited you to was his favorite, and that him and the members went there often. they usually just sat at a table, he told you, and generally no one bothered them, but he specifically requested a room so he could dine with you comfortably. 

"i hope you're hungry," he said when you sat across from him at the table. "i ordered a lot."

you laughed, taking off your scarf. "i hope you have good taste."

he gave you an offended look, picking at the side dishes that were already at the table. "i have fantastic taste and you know it."

"so," you paused eyeing the green bottles that had yet to be opened, taking it as a hint. "ssamgyeopsal and thin sliced pork?"

he huffed at you, completely unable to hide the grin you had caused by directly calling out his basic order. "shut up, i also got mixed noodles and soybean stew."

"oh," you said, giggling. "so original."

"i thought you might be picky," he accused, pushing blame to you. "traditional felt safe."

"sure, that's why," you teased.

after the first plate of meat was well on its way to being cooked, jeonghan grabbed a bottle of soju by the neck and turned it upside down, spinning it as he pushed a shot glass towards you.

"oh, are we starting?" you asked, a giggle on your lips as you picked up the glass. 

he smiled vaguely as he cracked open the bottle, pouring into your glass as you held it. "meat is meant to be accompanied."

he was about to pour his own shot, but you took the bottle from him before he could. he eyed you, but picked up his glass anyways, watching your face as you poured into it, label up.

"very respectful," he commented.

"don't expect it all the time," you said back, clinking your glass with his and repeating his cheers before turning to the right to take your shot.

"do you drink a lot?" he asked, grabbing the tongs and flipping meat.

you cocked your head. "not too often, but i enjoy it."

he looked at you, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eye as he gave you a lopsided smile. "how much?"

you quirked a brow. "how much do i enjoy it? or how much can i?"

"both."

you sucked on your teeth, appraising the situation as you watched him cook. "above average."

he laughed. "what a diplomatic answer."

"we are coworkers, afterall," you pointed out.

he exhaled, knocking his head to one side as he put down the tongs in favor of his chopsticks, craving the salt of a side dish after the soju. "i was hoping we would be beyond that by now."

you watched him, a slight smile on your face. you straightened your spine and picked up your own chopsticks, grabbing a bit of kimchi that had been on the grill and putting it on your rice. "what else were you hoping for?"

he wished you didn't make him smile so much, but he supposed you couldn't help it as he watched you chew with a quirk in his lip. "a successful first date."

"what classifies success?" you asked after swallowing. 

jeonghan thought a moment, trying to read your face. a small smile snuck onto your lips as you waited, and he adjusted his posture before he answered. "a promise that this won't be the last date, too."

"ohhh," you vocalised. "very diplomatic."

he gave a short laugh. "i am an idol, afterall."

you thought on that statement for a second. "i hope you don't think i'm only here because of that," you said finally.

he pouted his lips out slightly as he shook his head. "i don't. i can tell you like me."

"hey," you laughed. "what makes you so confident?"

"i have eyes," he said plainly, giving you a devilish look as he started messing with the meat again, pulling some done pieces to the edges of the grill plate. "and you laugh too genuinely at my jokes."

"too genuinely? what does that even mean?"

"really?" he knocked his head to one side. "i saw you trying to hide your laughter when we filmed at sports monster."

you rolled your eyes. "i was laughing at dokyeom."

"got it," he laughed, gesturing for you to eat. "then why are you here?"

you eyed him as you took some pork. "i think you're interesting."

"interesting." he repeated back to you. "how so?"

"you're a closed book," you explained. "you seem to always be your genuine self, yet i know nothing about you. but i guess that's just because i only know you on camera."

he paused, studying your face as you chewed the meat, smiling slightly when you said quietly that it tasted good and took more. he thought about how much care he put into keeping his private life just that. he was always happy to share himself - his personality, his interests, his sense of humor - but he kept his family and friends far from the spotlight on purpose. he enjoyed having the separation. he thought about how you noticed the intentional protection of his privacy. he wondered if you would want to be a part of that.

"what do you wanna know?"

you looked up at him, pausing your enjoyment of the meal as you registered his serious tone. you blinked for a second, then said "everything," as if the answer couldn't have been more obvious.

afterwards, jeonghan held the cab door open as you got in, assuring that he was sufficiently hidden under a mask and his hood as he climbed in after you. you told him it wasn't a great look for him to be getting in a cab with a sufficiently drunk you, but he just pulled the mask under his chin and grinned, saying he thought you said you had a high tolerance.

"i do," you pouted, tugging at your seatbelt. "but we had six bottles."

he tsked. "you can only take three bottles? you said above average."

"that is above average," you said, pushing his shoulder. "just because you guys drink like sailors…"

he giggled and rocked back into your side, eyes flickering back and forth between yours as the car began to move. you didn't talk about anything of true substance in the cab - most of the deep conversation had taken place over the meal, leaving you both giddy during the ride to your apartment. you complained about how full you were, and he told you you didn't have to keep eating if you felt full.

"i couldn't stop," you groaned, slightly saddened when you recognized the street outside the window and realized you were almost home. "it was too good."

he was smiling warmly at you when you looked back at him. "hey."

your face mask started feeling particularly warm. "hi."

he cleared his throat slightly, making no effort to pull himself away from how his shoulder leaned into yours. "stop me if you want, okay?"

something flitted in your stomach. "from doing what?"

he reached over to you, pulling your mask down like his, then gently ran his fingers up your jaw. "this."

but you didn't want to stop him, so you didn't. you just let your lips part slightly as he leaned into you. your mind spun suddenly, having a rush of self awareness at the fact that you were kissing seventeen's yoon jeonghan in the back of a cab, but it was only fleeting as your hand went up to grip his wrist lightly. you remembered that while, yes, he was seventeen's yoon jeonghan, he was also hwaseong's yoon jeonghan. he was a kid from a farm town that loved his sister more than life itself. he recently bought a lego set, but hasn't gotten the chance to build it yet. he got giggly when he drank, even when he wasn't drunk.

so you let him kiss you in the back of a cab, and even when he pulled away from you, your eyes followed his lips and his did the same with yours, the two of you sharing a hot, heavy breath.

"can i see you again?" he asked suddenly, realizing the cab had stopped in front of your apartment but refusing to pull his hand from your jaw.

you stared at him in a slight daze, then let out a quiet giggle. "yeah, at the gose shoot."

he chuckled, shaking his head at you. "you know what i mean."

you studied his face, admiring the way the tip of his nose had gone red from a combination of the cold air and the shared soju. the way his lips curled as he smiled at you. the way his eyes sparkled. your hand tightened around his wrist slightly. "i'd like that."

his smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again. faster this time, but just as intoxicating, and you had to push him away from you to escape the cab, giggling the entire time.

the next time you saw jeonghan (though not the next time you spoke to him, due to him surprising you with phonecalls every couple of days to ask how you were doing), he was wearing a white sweat suit and made a direct point to seek you out, pretending that his only intention was to get hints about what they were doing filming at a high school's auditorium.

"you need to stop approaching me while i'm trying to work," you said, pulling equipment out of a van. "but while you're here, help me carry this."

he laughed, taking the equipment case from you as you shut the trunk, walking beside you. "what's with the nametag?"

you looked down at the paper on the front of your sweatshirt that had your name. "none of your business."

jeonghan eyed you as you opened a door for him. "can i guess?"

you took the case from him as you neared the auditorium. "i won't tell you even if you guess right."

"it's directors versus seventeen?" you faltered, making him laugh. "first try?"

you groaned. "go in before me so it's not so suspicious."

"i can't wait to play with you," he said teasingly, leaning towards you. you almost wanted to pull him into a kiss just at the implication, eyes flickering to his lips, remembering how soft they were against yours.

"if i have to play, i will be incredibly upset," you said plainly. "don't expect me to be nice to you after."

"so the players are random?" he giggled as you exhaled, annoyed at his cunning observation. "c'mon, you don't want to go up against me?"

you felt heat flash in you, completely aware that he was purposefully choosing suggestive wording to fluster you, and you refused to let him know it was working. "absolutely not. hurry up and go in."

"how about this," he said, crossing his arms. "if you have to play a game against me, then i'll stop talking to you at work. but if you don't, you have to get dinner with me again, and i get to keep bugging you. it's a bet of chance."

you rolled your eyes at him, putting down the case when you realized he wasn't going to go in any time soon. "that sounds like you win either way."

he grinned. "those are the best kind of bets! you win either way, too. you don't have to deal with me at work, or you get a free meal."

"cut it out," you whined, pushing at his chest. "eunsong already suspects something is going on, if you don't stop she won't let me live it down."

he laughed. "that sounds like a you problem."

"yeah, and it'll become a you problem, too, when i decide to go back to editing and never see you again."

"hey!" he exclaimed, eyes shining. "you wouldn't."

you glared at him. "fine. the bet’s on. but be aware of the risk you're taking here."

he giggled, backing away towards the doors that led to the auditorium where the rest of the staff had set up. "you're worth any risk, baby."

nervousness bubbled in you every time directors were being called to play, and you noticed the way jeonghan looked at you, clearly hoping you would be forced to join him on camera. he even pointed and yelled at you when you were cheering for your own team in foot volleyball, making you wave your hand in protest, and pray that it wouldn't be included in the final cut of the episode. but even you couldn't deny how well he played, despite how badly you wanted to, and you hated the way a heat dropped in you as you watched him skillfully kick an unreceivable attack.

it was so outside of your expectation for yourself, being attracted to someone based on their athletic skill. it wasn't like you, you would insist. you like intellectuals. comedians. not jocks. but it was incredibly hard for you to ignore how fucking attractive jeonghan was, spiking the football and winning the game, especially when you had already established how much you liked his mind.

he made flirty eye contact with you periodically, fishing for a reaction as you tried to keep your attention on the monitors behind your designated table. your mind kept flickering to how he had caressed your cheek in the back of the cab as he kissed you. how he had cornered you on multiple occasions just to tease you. you snapped out of your trance when joshua announced the next game.

you had secretly hoped tug of war wouldn't be one of the games played today - it would be thirteen versus thirteen, which meant you had the highest chance of being called to play. when you looked at jeonghan, he was already watching you, the eye contact making him smile as his members started to line up to pick names.

there was a commotion when jeonghan called eunsong's name, and you watched as your boss dipped her head at having the play one of the more physically demanding games in the lot. you nervously stared at seungcheol, hoping the name he called wouldn't be yours, and letting out a sigh of relief when it wasn't. the girl you were sat next to highfived you, both pleased that you didn't have to participate.

jeonghan looked at you with pursed lips and shook his head slightly, and you stuck your tongue out in response. he let out a short scoff, staring after you, and when you didn't pull your gaze from him, he nodded his head up slightly and winked at you subtly.

you immediately looked away, eyes wide, trying to calm the way heat radiated off the back of your neck. you knew he was laughing at your reaction, but you avoided looking in his direction again as you got called to man a camera as it's usual director got ready to participate.

after the final team of directors got picked, you let out a breath of relief, and after the bottle tossing was done, you accepted your team's defeat as you all started packing up the equipment. the mood was high, despite the loss, many of the other staff members deciding to go get dinner together anyways, even if they had to pay themselves, and you casually told them you were more interested in going home, thinking about how jeonghan would likely want to cash out his dinner as soon as possible. it wasn't until later, when you were standing alone in a hallway and he found you leaning casually against a wall, that you started to get nervous again.

"seems like i'll be seeing you for a long time," he said, a smirk on his face, changed back into his own clothing. "you lost every bet today, you must be sad."

you sighed, shoving your phone into your pocket and taking off your mask. "i lost, but at least i get a free meal. and i didn't have to play any games."

he put his shoulder on the wall beside you, studying your face as you looked at him. "are you free now?"

you nodded casually, looking away. "yeah, i could clear my schedule."

he laughed. "great. do that. i'm in the mood for noodles."

"hey," you started, then pushed off the wall to lean against your shoulder and face him. "since when are you good at foot volleyball?"

he smirked at you. "surprised?"

you studied him. "a little."

"i always liked sports," he said. "footie is one of my favorites."

"it was impressive," you said, watching the way his lips curled again, trying to hide your own sneaking smile. "you were the ace."

"i usually am."

you laughed at his brag, putting your hands behind your hips as you leaned back against the wall again. "you must be tired now, though."

he knocked his head to one side and pushed himself off the wall, casually putting a hand just above your shoulder. "not too tired."

you stared at him as he leaned into you, almost wanting to laugh at the cliche position you found yourself in. "they're probably looking for you."

"nope," he said matter of factly, grinning. "told 'em i had a ride."

your stomach flipping, suddenly wishing he didn't just mean your car.

"you're done working, right?" he asked, eyes flicking down to your lips. "can i steal you away?"

you nodded, your hands reaching up to his shirt and pulling him into you. and when his lips were on yours again, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, enjoying the way his hand went up to hold your jaw. you couldn't help the way you pulled yourself off the wall to be closer to him, and he didn't argue when your arms snaked around his neck, his hands running down your sides and landing on your hips in response. you huffed against him, pulling away slightly, giggling when he tried to follow.

"we shouldn’t be doing this in a hallway."

his eyelids seemed heavy as he gave you a sappy smile. "why not?"

"jeonghan," you said incredulously, pulling your arms off his shoulders and placing your palms on his chest, backing into the wall. "it's like you want to ruin your career."

"you just-" he interrupted himself, putting his lips against yours again. "you're so-" another interruption. you laughed against him, pushing on his chest. 

"stop," you said, sliding against the wall to sneak away. he caught on too quickly, wrapping his arms around you as you tried to back down the hall. "jeonghan, seriously-"

"please," he whined, his nose tapping against yours as he followed you, keeping you in his arms. "i've been wanting to kiss you all day, please."

you exhaled, trying not to laugh. "i've been wanting to kiss you, too."

he grinned. "then i don't see the problem."

"the problem is that we're at a high school," you said. "and there might still be staff wandering around. or worse, civilians."

he sighed. "you worry too much."

you shook your head at him. "for someone who is incredibly private, you seem to really want to be caught kissing me."

"as long as i'm kissing you," he stated plainly, placing another on your lips before you could stop him.

"cut it out," you said, looking around. you grabbed his hand, pulling it off your hip as you turned to walk down the hall. "c'mon, you impatient prick."

he laughed, but followed. "where are you taking me?"

"somewhere less public," you said, and jeonghan caught on when you turned a corner and he saw a restroom sign.

you were hardly in the room when he pulled you into him again, barely even letting you peek under the stalls to make sure you were alone before he was backing you against the closed door. you let him dive deeper than before, getting a boost of confidence from the slightly more private location, and you only smirked against his lips when he slyly flipped the lock.

"better?" he asked, a hand on the side of your neck.

you nodded at him, hands sneaking up his chest. "much better."

he smirked at you, running a hand through his hair quickly before holding you by your face, working your lips open. you sighed, your hands falling to his hips, and you felt him smile against you as he adjusted, wrapping his arms around your waist and nudging your arms up against his chest.

"i have to tell you something," he said suddenly, and you stared at his lips as you caught your breath.

"it can't wait?" you asked.

he chuckled. "who's the impatient prick now?"

you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against the door. "what is it?"

"i cheated."

you gaped at him for a second, studying his dorky smile. "when?"

he giggled. "i pulled your name for tug of war."

"what?" you laughed. "you're lying."

"i promise you, i will never lie when you're in my arms."

your cheeks felt hot suddenly. "so i won the bet?"

"no," he said, leaning into you again. "you didn't have to play against me, so i still won."

"but you cheated," you pointed out, still letting him steal a kiss off your lips. "that's a forfeit."

"we never said that."

"those are standard rules!"

he shook his head, smiling as he let his gaze linger on your lips. "never heard of it."

"ugh, really," you hit his chest, laughing incredulously. "i can't believe you."

"i did you a favor," he insisted. "you didn't want to play, so i said lee eunsong instead."

you eyed him, squinting slightly. "fine. you win."

he grinned. "i always do, even when i don't."

you rolled your eyes again before kissing him, his hands running up your sides. you moaned against him, and he faltered, pulling away slightly.

"you're too much," he said, lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

you huffed. "what do you mean?"

he chuckled, then pushed his hips against you, revealing his already hardening member. "that's what i mean."

you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling your hand to gently rub over his length. "just from kissing?"

"i've been thinking about you for days," he admitted, eyes shutting briefly in reaction to your hand, but opening them again watch you bite at your own lip. "i've never wanted someone so bad."

"never?" you asked.

he shook his head, snickering into a kiss. "don't get a big head."

you moaned against him, his fingers on the back of your skull triggering an involuntary response. "i was hoping to give it, actually."

jeonghan huffed, and you smiled when his member flinched against your palm. "i'm not gonna stop you."

you giggled, grabbing his shirt with both hands and spinning so that his back was against the door instead of yours, kissing him deeply, getting distracted by his lips against yours before you managed to start sinking in front of him.

"fuck," he breathed, staring down at you as you undid his jeans. "fuck, are you sure?"

you ignored how hard the tiles felt against your knees as you nodded. "i've been thinking about doing this for hours."

he groaned, his skull hitting the door as you kissed at his underwear-clad erection and tugged his jeans slightly off his hips, his hand running through your hair. "is this why you called me an ace?"

you peered up at him, pushing your tongue against the fabric and watching his lips part in response. "maybe."

he smirked down at you, eyes soaked in lust. "i hope we play more sports at shoots, then."

chuckling, you rubbed your hand against him, enjoying the way he gasped at the feeling. "i'll make sure to submit your feedback."

"god, you'll be the end of me," he said, eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back again. you tugged his underwear down, and he helped push the fabric out of the way with the hand that wasn't rooted in your hair, watching with parted lips as you wrapped your hand around him.

your mouth watered slightly, staring directly at his cock in your hand. you had never thought of a dick as pretty, but that was in the only word in your head as you admired the way it curved and the redness of the tip, and you thought it made sense that everything about jeonghan was beautiful. you looked up before you ran your tongue against the bell, smiling slightly when he groaned loudly, his grip tightening against your skull. his free hand pulled the hem of his shirt up, putting it between his teeth and running his fingers through his hair again, staring down at you as you teasingly kissed at his tip. you looked up at his exposed torso, silently cursing as you felt your arousal building fast - of course he was fit. it shouldn't surprise you, but somehow you would never stop being utterly shocked by how perfect he was.

"you're so hard," you commented, pumping his length in your hand.

he groaned again, hissing slightly before he spoke through his teeth. "stop teasing."

you rolled your tongue out, licking up his length once, tasting the saltiness of precum at his slit. "you're not really in charge here."

the shirt dropped from his teeth as he gasped, but he managed to catch it before it fell over his stomach. he swallowed once to gather himself. "you're the one on your knees because i was good at a game."

slightly annoyed, you wrapped your lips around him and quickly pushed yourself over his length once, satisfied by the way his jaw dropped and his head hit the door. using the saliva you left, you pumped him as you drew away, looking up at him sweetly and swallowing. "what were you saying?"

he looked down at you blearily, fingers loosening in your hair and sliding across your jaw. you saw his eyebrows flinching in rhythm with your hand. "you can do whatever you want."

you bit at your lip, smiling up at him, then looking at the member in your palm. you let your tongue meet the tip first before you started bobbing your head over his length, making him let out breathy moans. you wondered vaguely if the building was actually empty, or if someone would hear his uninhibited noises through the door as you sucked him off.

"f-fuck," he panted, planting a hand against his temple as he pushed his hair out of his face, staring down at you. "god, you're incredible."

you felt your pride swelling slightly, pulling off him and twisting your hand around his hot cock, admiring how his hips bucked against your grip. you pumped him, your tongue against the tip as you looked up, making him moan at the eye contact.

"baby, you drive me insane," he muttered, putting his hand back in your hair. "god, i need to fuck you." 

your stomach flipped, and you panted slightly, catching your breath before you continued. "next time. i wanna taste you."

he groaned, then smiled. "next time?"

you nodded, looking up briefly. "and the time after that."

jeonghan's hips pushed against you again, a smirk on his lips. "again and again?"

your response was your mouth around him again, and he let out a low moan, brows pitching as he focused on the feeling. you pulled your hand off him, placing it on his thigh as you pushed yourself as far onto him as you could, the tip of his cock hitting your throat.

his chest heaved. "fuck, baby, just like that."

you moaned over his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on keeping your throat open, his fingers tangled against your scalp. his moans were almost musical as he neared his high, rushing out a quick warning as he felt it approaching. you just groaned in acknowledgment, looking up briefly as he gasped, his eyes screwing shut when he came in your mouth.

his hips jerked into you as he released, and you swallowed around him, putting a steadying hand at the base of his cock as you lapped at the length, making sure to suck him dry, he flinched, letting out a short, airy laugh at the stimulation.

"holy shit," he said, finally catching his breath as he scratched at his brow with a thumb. you grinned and carefully pulled his underwear back over his hips, wincing as he helped you to your feet, your knees creaking slightly. he pulled you against him, kissing you as you whined lightly. "what?" he chuckled. "am i not allowed to kiss you now?"

you just stared at him, eyes slightly bleary from the work you had put in, and he giggled as he kissed you again, slowly pushing you to walk backwards until your backside hit a counter. you exhaled when he finally pulled away, a slightly confused stitch in your brow. "are we not getting dinner now?"

"baby," he said, giving you mischievous smile as his hands running over your hips. he leaned into you, teasing at your lips as he said, "you really thought i wouldn't return the favor?"