#junseok the crewone hard thoughts

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⟢ 오직 너 하나면 돼 .ᐟ

you never thought you’d end up like this with junseok- pressed against the wall of his studio, his face inches from yours, eyes alight with something almost tender. every encounter with him had been a whirlwind of sharp words, teasing grins, and a fire in his gaze that dared you to push him a little further.

yet here you were, trapped between him and the wall, his gaze softened and unreadable, hinting at frustration and something else entirely. “why do you always have to get on my nerves?” he murmurs. his hand lifts, fingers grazing your jawline in a way that feels both daring and uncertain, as if he’s testing a boundary you never realized was there. you smirk, though you feel your heartbeat quicken, every inch of you aware of the closeness. “maybe because you let me,” you reply, your voice carrying a slight edge, masking the thrill his touch ignites. a heartbeat passes, and then another. you can almost feel his resolve crack as his lips capture yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle.

it’s messy, a clash of pent-up frustration and undeniable attraction, each movement filled with the intensity of everything left unsaid. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he’s afraid to let you slip away, his grip firm yet careful. in the haze of the moment, the line between rivalry and something deeper blurs. the usual quick-witted comments, the playful taunts- all dissolve, replaced by an unexpected vulnerability. for the first time, you’re seeing junseok not just as your annoying coworker, but as something more, something softer hidden beneath his usual tough exterior. as the kiss deepens, you let yourself get lost in the warmth of his touch, in the quiet revelation between the two of you. finally, you pull back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for some sign of what comes next. “what do we do now?” you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them. he hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. but then his mouth curves into that familiar, slightly lopsided grin, the one that always drives you a little crazy. leaning in, he rests his forehead against yours, his hands still gently tracing your curves. “i don’t know,” he admits, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “but i don’t care. we can figure that out along the way” his thumb brushes your cheek, eyes locked onto yours. “as long as i have you right now.” for the first time, there’s no need for the usual banter or defenses. you feel the weight of his words settle between you, the once-playful tension giving way to something softer, uncharted but undeniably real. he pulls you closer, his hands slipping down to your waist as his lips find yours again, deeper this time, as though he's savoring every second. the quiet hum of the studio fades away, leaving just the sound of your breaths mingling, the press of his body against yours, and the warmth radiating between you. his hands wander, sliding up your back and settling just under the hem of your shirt, fingers grazing your skin in a way that sends a thrill up your spine. he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes darkened with a hunger you hadn't seen before, a smirk teasing at the corner of his lips. "you know," he teases, his voice rougher now, "for someone who gets on my nerves... you sure do have a way of making me forget why." you smirk, fingers drifting over his collar, tugging him just a little closer. "guess i’ll have to keep you distracted then." with a low chuckle, he leans in, his lips brushing along your jaw, slowly trailing down your neck. the gentle graze of his teeth against your skin leaves you breathless, your hands clutching his shoulders as he presses you back against the wall. there’s a new intensity in the way he holds you, something raw and unrestrained, like every playful taunt and glance between you two has led up to this very moment.

"think you can handle that?" he whispers, his voice laced with challenge and heat, his gaze piercing and unwavering as he searches your face, waiting for an answer. you smile, leaning up to capture his lips once more, deeper, slower, pouring all the unspoken tension between you into the touch. you feel his body tense, his hands tightening around you, as though he's holding on for dear life. he breaks the kiss with a ragged breath, his forehead pressing against yours, and you can feel his heart racing just as fast as yours. his hands drift down your arms, fingertips lingering as if memorizing every curve, every inch. there’s a look in his eyes now, raw and unguarded, something deeper than just attraction. "maybe we should take this somewhere a little more... comfortable," he blurts out, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your wrist as he studies you, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. you feel your cheeks warm, a thrill sparking through you at the thought. "lead the way." with a playful grin, he takes your hand, pulling you toward the door, and as you both slip out of the studio and into the quiet night, you know you're crossing a line you'll never come back from. but as he glances back at you, his eyes filled with promise and intensity, you realize that maybe that's exactly what you've been wanting all along.. it’s a promise and a dare, one you're both more than ready to keep exploring. as you’re walking down the street with him you realize just how much he’s come to mean to you, the way he challenges you, keeps you on your toes, and pulls you into a world that’s more exhilarating- and comforting- than you ever expected. “i guess it’s not as complicated as we thought,” you whisper, half to yourself, your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing his hand in excitement for what the future holds for the two of you. junseok lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “says the one who started all the teasing,” he says, his grin returning, but there’s something warm in his gaze now. you roll your eyes but smile “oh, don’t act like you didn’t love every second of it.” his laughter echoes in the dark of the night, warm and unguarded, and for a moment, you’re both just standing there, laughing, feeling the weight of unspoken things finally lifted. he pulls you into a loose hug, his arms wrapping around you, his breath warm against your ear. it feels natural, like you’ve been here a thousand times before. and maybe, in a way, you have- just never like this, never without the masks. it feels like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

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⟢ tell me that you want me more .ᐟ

it’s the way he shifts when he's high- the kind of guy who has you laughing until your stomach hurts one second and catching your breath the next because his charm sneaks up on you, melting into someone deeply, unapologetically obsessed with you. it’s like all the walls come down, and you see the rawest, most vulnerable side of him. he’s already head-over-heels, but being high strips away any hesitation, and he's deep in his feels.

it starts slow- his touches light and teasing as if testing the waters, even though you both know where this is going. he’s stretched out beside you, half-lidded eyes roaming over your face like he's trying to memorize every detail. his fingers trail along your arm, your shoulder, brushing over your collarbone with a featherlight touch that makes you shiver. "you’re so beautiful, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky, thick with emotion. the words hit differently coming from him right now- not a casual compliment, but something heavy and meaningful, like he needs you to believe it as much as he does. you just blush at his sudden change in demeanor, but he’s far from finished. “you don't even get it, do you?" he says, voice low and almost shy in a way that catches you off guard. "get what?" you ask, and that's when it all spills out. “i’m so in love with you it's stupid," he mumbles, leaning closer so his forehead rests against yours. his hands find your face, his thumbs softly tracing your cheeks as if he needs to remind himself you're real. "like, i look at you, and i feel like my heart's about to explode. you’re everything. you’re it for me." and it doesn't stop there. the more he talks, the more undone he becomes. "i can't believe you're mine," he whispers between kisses he places all over your face. his lips are soft but insistent, like he's trying to pour every ounce of his love into them. "do you even know how perfect you are? like, i’m actually obsessed with you, and i don't even care if that makes me sound crazy." when his lips finally meet yours, it's like time slows down. the kiss is deep and unhurried, his mouth moving against yours in a way that makes your stomach drop. he takes his time, savoring the moment, letting out a soft groan when your fingers slide into his hair. his hands explore, skimming over your waist and hips before pulling you closer, your bodies aligning perfectly. "you drive me crazy," he mutters between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. his lips trail down your jaw, over the curve of your neck, lingering in places that make you arch into him. "i don't think i’ll ever get enough of you."

his usual playfulness is still there- soft laughs shared when you both fumble or tease each other- but it's laced with something more intense, almost desperate. the way his hands grip your waist, his thumbs brushing over your skin, feels like he's trying to anchor himself to you.

when he finally moves over you, his gaze locks onto yours, and it's almost overwhelming. the love in his eyes is so clear, so pure, that it makes your heart ache. "i want to make you feel good," he whispers, his tone earnest, almost reverent. "i need you to know how much you mean to me."

his hand trails up your thigh, slow and deliberate, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric you're wearing. his thumb moves in lazy circles, the kind that send shivers up your spine, as his other hand rests lightly on the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair. when he leans in, his lips are soft, teasing at first. he pulls back just enough to make you chase him, grinning when you do. "you’re so impatient," he whispers, his voice a low hum, but there's no teasing in the way his lips crash into yours again. it’s hungry this time- needy. his tongue brushes yours, and you can feel him smiling into the kiss as his hands tighten their grip on you, like he can't get you close enough.

his kisses trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, leaving a path of heat in their wake. his mouth lingers at your pulse, sucking lightly, and the slight sting makes you gasp. he chuckles against your skin, the sound low and rough. "aw, you’re so sensitive," he murmurs, his breath warm as his lips move lower. his hands explore your body as if he's discovering it for the first time, even though he knows every curve, every dip. his fingers trace the lines of your waist, your hips, sliding under your shirt to splay across your bare skin. there’s a deliberate slowness in his movements, like he wants to savor every second, to commit every inch of you to memory.

as he pulls your shirt over your head, his eyes rake over you, dark with desire. "you’re so perfect," he says, his voice almost a whisper, but there's an edge of reverence to it that makes your breath hitch. he leans in again, his lips finding the hollow of your throat, his hands sliding up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. when he finally presses you down against the bed, his body weight is warm and comforting, grounding you in the moment. his lips are back on yours, his kisses deep and consuming, while his hands roam freely-exploring, teasing, worshiping. He takes his time, letting his touch build a slow, simmering heat that leaves you aching for more.

"tell me what you need," he whispers against your lips, his voice thick with both love and desire. “you, junseok.” his smile widens, a mixture of satisfaction and adoration in his expression as he gives you exactly what you want. his hands move lower, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your clothes, his touch deliberate and maddeningly slow. the air between you feels electric, every sensation heightened by the haze of the moment. his fingers work with a precision that leaves you gasping, his movements calculated but filled with a tenderness that makes it impossible to hold back. the way he watches you- his eyes fixed on your face, his lips parting slightly every time you let out a sound- makes it clear that he's completely enthralled, utterly consumed by you.

when he finally moves to align with you, his body pressing against yours, he pauses for just a moment, his forehead resting against yours. "i love you," he whispers again, his voice cracking slightly. "i love you so much it hurts." his hips move slowly at first, deliberate and deep, his movements perfectly attuned to you. he lets out a low, guttural sound when you clutch at him, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders. the rhythm builds gradually, each movement more intense than the last. his lips are everywhere- on your neck, your collarbone, your jaw- kissing, biting, marking, as if he can't get enough of you. he groans your name like it's the only word he knows, the sound raw and desperate, filled with everything he feels but can't quite put into words.

and even as the pace quickens, there's still an underlying tenderness. he presses kisses to your temple, murmuring how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how he'll never, ever let you go. his voice is shaky, filled with emotion, and it only pulls you deeper into the moment. when the two of you finally reach that peak together, his grip tightens, he buries his face in your neck and the way he moans your name feels like it echoes in your very soul. he’s still whispering how much he loves you, how he's never felt like this before, how he doesn't think he'll ever feel this way about anyone else, over and over like a prayer. the aftershocks leave you both breathless, your bodies tangled together, hearts racing in unison.

even afterward, he can't stop touching you- his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, your hair, your lips. "you’re mine," he murmurs softly, his voice heavy with emotion. "and i'll never stop loving you. not in this life, not in the next."

in those moments, it's impossible to feel anything but completely adored, completely his.